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I'm so sorry if I caused Mr. Hogan any trouble.

I misunderstood.

I would never accuse him. I just...

I would remind you, your NDA prohibits you

from speaking about anything that happened here.

Please. I have no savings.

I'm in a month-to-month sublet.

I gave up everything for this job.

All I've ever wanted to do

is to help make music.

NDA also says that if you disclose anything from your time here,

you forfeit your severance.

You're gonna need that money.

So make smart choices, for once.

See her out.

Ma'am.

Make sure she gets clear of the building

and wipe that laptop.

I need to go find a replacement.

Hi. I'm Jenna.

No. Okay. That's too casual. Um...

I am a big fan.

Okay, what are you, a creepy stalker now?

I mean, ugh.

Monroe. Jenna Monroe.

What is wrong with me?

We didn't call for you.

No.

And... you're probably not going to

because I'm pretty sure that everybody in that room

has much better resumes than me,

and Ivy League degrees and high-profile internships.

I've got none of that.

And you're gonna hire one of them before you even get to me.

Okay. I'm calling security.

Hold on.

Speech first, then security.

Go, kid.

Problem is, if you hire one of those people,

they're not gonna work like I will

because they don't want it like I do.

I mean, I worked two jobs and lived at home

to put myself through state school

to get a dual degree in music and business.

I have no fallback.

This job would literally be my life.

I mean, late nights, weekends.

All I want is to be a small part of what you guys do here,

find new artists and introduce them to the world,

because I truly believe

that music can change lives.

Let me help you change lives.

That's the kind of fire we need around here.

I am sold. You're hired.

Oh, my God!

Thank you! Thank you.

- I'll send the other ones home. - Yeah.

- Uh, do you want my resume? - No.

Thank you! Thank you.

The position has been filled.

Thank you for your interest.

We will keep resumes for future consideration.

- Aw, man. - Great.

Um, guys, I think we have a problem.

- Morning. - Morning.

You weren't here when I interviewed. Are you new, too?

I am. It's my first day.

My name is Jeb. Nice to meet you.

- Jenna. - Jenna.

I hope Steve's okay.

Oh, the dude that was here before me?

Uh, yeah, he's fine.

He won a cruise around the world.

I'm filling in for him while he's gone, so...

- Wow. How random is that? - Yeah.

Well, seems like everybody is getting lucky.

- Bye. - See you.

Mr. Hogan's coffee must be exactly 130 degrees.

1-3-0 degrees.

Mr. Hogan's office is his sanctum.

You don't show anyone in there, even with an appointment,

without clearing it with me.

You don't go in there without clearing it with me.

And under no circumstances, do you ever, ever put a call through

from his ex-wife, Sylvia.

Okay. No call, Sylvia.

This is Mr. Brimley, head of security.

He has your standard NDA.

Gotta sign before you can start to work.

- Oh. - Company rules.

Yeah. It's just, uh, I have a business degree,

so I like to really read every clause.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Mr. Hogan's calendar is on your laptop.

That calendar must be kept current.

At the end of every day, you will send the updated calendar

to myself and Mr. Brimley, understood?

Yes, ma'am.

Carol! Help me.

You're the only one who can make sense out of any of this stuff.

I'm on my way.

Okay. Looking forward to working with you, too.

What's this?

Huh.

Lethbridge Stewart.

Huh.

Mr. Hogan, I'm sorry to bother you,

but I noticed something odd about a calendar appointment.

Why don't you come on in here and fill me in?

Oh, I am... Carol said that I'm not supposed to...

Yeah, don't worry about Carol. Come on in here.

Oh!

Yeah, don't worry about Carol.

I know she seems like a hard-ass, but she's really a big softie at heart.

- Oh, really? - Oh, yeah.

You should see her bookshelf.

- Wall-to-wall romance novels. - Oh.

It's motion-activated.

I get an alert on my phone

whenever it detects movement.

But everybody can use a little privacy from time to time, right?

Yeah.

Confidential client meetings, stuff like that.

Wanna try?

I can help you.

Actually, uh, Mr. Hogan, it's about your calendar.

Carol set an appointment with, uh, Ms. Lethbridge Stewart

from Be Funky Records.

Oh, yeah, that's our parent label.

Well, that name, uh, Lethbridge Stewart,

it's a... it's a Doctor Who character.

From the TV show.

- Oh. - Yes.

So, I figured, what if someone was,

you know, trying to get an appointment with you under false pretenses?

Oh. Like my ex-wife.

Sylvia.

I checked Be Funky's website directory.

Nobody with the name works there.

Carol!

We need to cancel the...

- Lethbridge Stewart. - Lethbridge Stewart meeting.

Good catch, Jenna.

I knew you were the right girl.

What did I tell you about going into his office?

What are you?

Oh, sorry. Do you know where IT is?

I, uh, think I got turned around.

Uh-oh. Hmm.

Oh.

♪ Music is mighty good ♪

♪ See all the people come from miles around ♪

Hi.

♪ Heard about the... ♪

Oh, hey, there's a person here.

There's, uh, never a person.

Hi, person.

I'm Jenna. I'm Mr. Hogan's new assistant.

This is where you say your name.

Uh, Keith.

Hi. Uh...

Uh, what can I do for you happily? Anything?

Uh, this laptop belonged to the last assistant.

And there's a file on here that won't open.

Did you know the last assistant?

Uh, no, I mostly stay down here.

There's a lot of turnover and, uh, it's...

You know, it's kind of an intense place to work.

I have noticed.

Um, I used to wipe people's computers after they left, but Brimley...

- you know, from security? - Mm-hmm.

- Decided to take over. Huh. - Hmm.

Okay. It was a hidden text file.

I mean, most of it is gibberish because Brimley tried to wipe the drive.

I... I can read some sentences.

Mr. Hogan... did that to all these women?

I need the last assistant's address.

Hi, April. I'm Jenna.

I found your file at Box 5 Music.

Please, please, don't close the door on me.

I don't want any more trouble.

Somebody's trying to silence you.

I know what that can do to a person.

It eats you up from the inside.

Thank you.

I'm moving back home.

Slinking away in defeat, I guess you'd say.

I would never say that.

I tried, you know. I did.

I told Carol.

She said I misunderstood Hogan, but it just kept happening.

I don't know why I started keeping the notes.

I got stories,

evidence from the other girls at the office

before they quit or got fired.

I never really had a plan for what to do with them.

I just felt like...

Somebody have to do something.

One of the other women who got fired,

she said she was contacting a local lawyer,

Harry something.

Willis, Winslow, or...

But I never heard anything.

So I, um...

took the severance payment.

Hmm.

I just wanna move on and forget about it.

My, um, older sister, Quinn,

eight years ago she was studying to become a social worker.

Uh, she had this professor

that she saw as a mentor, you know, at first.

And then...

she reported it to the school

and they just, you know, said, "He said, she said."

And she tried to keep going and she did for a few months.

And eventually, she had to drop out.

I'm so sorry.

But I don't have any fight left.

Then let me do the fighting.

I just need you to trust me, just a little bit.

If you find more proof, I'll help.

But where are you...

Is this your severance check?

Mm-hmm. More like hush money.

Can I borrow this?

Perfect.

It's the wrong bank.

I have no idea what that means, but okay.

And why are we out here?

So, no one inside hears us.

Oh, we can use that new food truck as cover.

Okay. This isn't the same bank that the company uses.

Hogan's using an off-book account to pay off the women that he harasses.

How do you know that?

Business degree.

What'll it be, sweetheart?

Uh, I'll have the gumbo, please.

- Thank you. - I'll just have what she's having.

No kidding? I bet you will.

If I can prove Hogan's illegally moving funds around,

the parent studio's lawyer won't defend his NDAs.

April and all the other women can testify.

Look, I'm not the kind of person who says, like, let the bad guys win.

But what if you're right? What will he do next?

Hogan's a powerful guy.

The power is the point, Keith.

That's how he gets away with all this,

through power and fear of that power.

Hogan abuses women, he bullies them,

and then through his NDAs, he steals their voices,

their future, their power.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So... let's go steal it back.

- I know what you're thinking. - What?

That she's a civilian.

And that Hank Hogan has been getting away

with sexually assaulting women just like Jenna for years.

Yeah, and he bullies them into keeping silent by using private detectives

and these hired thugs disguised as security.

Not to mention the NDAs that'll have them sued into oblivion

if they dare to speak out.

So it's safer to send Jenna on a cruise around the world?

- By force? - No.

Jenna wants to help these young women,

so we are gonna help her.

Your smile is very contagious, you know?

Oh, I just love your accent. It's so European.

Is it Belgian?

- Well... - No.

There's some sexy Liechtenstein in there.

What?

- Oh. - Hello?

I'm sorry, Hans.

I... I'm gonna have to put you on hold for a minute.

But, Carol...

I'm, uh, I'm sorry to bother you.

I got a memo about a possible security breach

and IT wanted everyone to install these cyber security sweep things

on their personal computers to connect to the company server.

I mean, I don't know. It went way over my head.

Oh, for God's sake.

I'm not sticking a random thumb drive in my computer

because some Nebraskan high school drama club treasurer tells me to do it.

Vice president.

Uh, okay. That's fine.

I'll just tell IT you said no.

But I know we got a lot of trade secrets here,

so I'd really hate for one of our secrets to get out, but...

Great. Bye.

Yeah.

Be still my heart. There she is.

Ah!

- Nice. - Mm-hmm.

So Carol's computer syncs through the calendar app

to Brimley's and Hogan's.

So, I'm in all three.

- Um, how'd you get her to install it? - Oh, she mocked drama club,

but she succumbed to my mad thespian skills.

- Are you a thespian? - Mm-hmm.

Because I'm a thespian. Like, I love thespians.

I... well, I was.

I still am. A thespian.

Hmm.

- Oh! What do we have? - Oh.

Do we have proof that Hogan is moving our money?

Uh, no. Carol just downloaded another movie.

Movie?

Carol's hard drive is basically illegally downloaded Hallmark movies.

She likes the ones where the guy is, like, a secret prince

but he's living another life in the States as a Christmas tree farmer,

or a rancher, or a carpenter.

Look. She is even on this dating app

where she only picks working-class guys

who speak with foreign accents.

She's really trying to find a duke

who's pretending to be a lumberjack?

Carol appears to be trying to manifest a lumberduke.

Yes.

And, uh, Brimley just has equally detailed dossiers on everyone.

What's in mine?

I didn't read it.

Of course you didn't. But Hogan?

Unfortunately, he doesn't keep any of his financials on his computer.

- Hmm. - I hate luddites.

Yeah, when I talked to April, she said that

you're really in his inner circle

when he lets you draw up a contract.

I mean, that's when you get to see the records.

Okay. So, we got to get you into his inner circle.

Then, we'll get proof Hogan's dirty.

But I am an assistant. I mean, that's gonna take me years.

- Oh. - Oh.

That's the place that Hogan was having a music showcase tonight.

Not anymore.

They got shut down after all the customers and performers got food poisoning.

This is my chance.

If I can find him another singer,

I'll be the hero, and then I can lever that

into some access into his office.

And I can find where the bodies are buried.

Cool.

But how am I gonna find a replacement singer?

I...

Hey, I got an alert from that food truck.

They're outside again.

- You wanna grab lunch? - Yeah, definitely.

Man, that venue closing, how random was that?

Yeah. How random was that?

Hey. How can I help you?

Two gumbos, please.

Gumbo times two. On it.

My treat this time.

- Oh. - ♪ I don't believe in fairy tales ♪

♪ Least what the old ones say ♪

Are you by any chance a professional singer?

Oh, no.

I mean, I'm trying to be.

Uh, my friends, they have this, uh, performance space.

I sing there a few nights a week.

What kind of performance space?

They just rebuilt it. It's actually not far from here.

Is it free tonight? Are you performing there tonight?

Yeah. I mean, as a matter of fact, I am.

I'll give you my number.

If you are performing tonight,

I will get you one of the biggest music execs

in all of the country to come hear you sing.

Deal.

Awesome.

Hello, sir.

Uh, yes, sir.

I saw the calendar notification and I have a solution.

And there's someone you should hear.

She's singing tonight.

Yes. I'm talking too much.

Uh, but, yes, I have a venue.

Wow. Uh, thank you.

Thank you.

He told me that I show great initiative

and he wants me to be more involved in the business.

- Yes! - And he wants me to go with him

- to the showcase tonight. - No.

Jenna, you can't.

I have to.

I'll be careful.

♪ 'Cause I just need you to believe ♪

♪ In me ♪

Oh, no time to change after work, I guess.

I was hoping to see you in your club clothes.

- Yeah. - Well, at least we got drinks.

What's your poison?

Cuba Libre.

Ooh. Cheers.

Cheers.

♪ I don't believe in fairy tales ♪

♪ Least what the old ones say ♪

♪ Biding my time I'm setting my mind ♪

♪ To keep their clouds at bay ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm sure a rainbow will appear ♪

♪ Just beyond my view ♪

♪ It's gonna feel so very real ♪

♪ One fine and endless morning ♪

♪ Still I don't suffer fools who follow the rules ♪

You're lucky, kid.

You found a really good one.

♪ And if you believe my fantasy's fiction ♪

♪ Like the doubters do ♪

♪ I'm here to shout what I'm all about ♪

♪ Ready to rout every last trace of doubt ♪

♪ Make my wild fairy tale ♪

♪ Come true ♪

Whoo!

That's amazing!

Wow! Wow.

Hank Hogan.

- Outstanding. Stunning. - Thank you.

- Perfection. - Thank... oh.

And this is my manager, Bridget.

She also owns the bar.

Oh.

Pleasure to meet you.

Oh. And you've met my lovely assistant, Jenna?

No, but charmed.

Are you... are you all right?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Um, you just remind me of someone.

Oh.

The woman from the food truck.

Sorry. Uh, I think I misheard.

I thought you said I look like I work in a food truck.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not now.

Um, and she has a New York accent.

Right. Right.

Well, you know, Bridget, my very British...

- British. Yeah. British. - Manager, she does look a lot

like that lady I work with... What's her name?

- Susan, from Queens. - Oh!

Yeah, they do favor.

- It's uncanny... that's not her, though. - No, not me.

- Definitely not. - Wow. That is fascinating, ladies.

But I think it's time we talk some business.

- Oh. - Mm.

Jenna, go get us a couple of fresh drinks. Meet me outside.

Oh, I was really hoping to see this side of the business.

Oh, yes. By all means, let her stay.

Jenna is a great girl, but this is above her level.

Maybe next time, kiddo.

Excuse me.

She looked that much like her?

Uh, I feel like I'm losing my mind.

You're under too much pressure. You should have let me come.

"Sure. I'd love to come to a bar with you,

creepy predator man who keeps perving on me

and trying to get me to drink,

so I have to pretend my diet Coke is a Cuba Libre.

Oh, hey, do you mind if I bring the guy from IT as my date?"

Well, it wouldn't have been a date per se.

- Unless, uh... - Oh, shoot! He's coming.

I got to go. Bye.

Hey, how did it go?

Ah, she owns the place, and is looking to partner

with somebody for a music festival.

Local talent we can sign before anybody else sees them.

Great publicity and sweet, sweet tax breaks from the state.

Oh, that's amazing.

- You've such an eye for opportunity. - Mm-hmm.

I have an eye for a lot of things.

So, um, do you think I can be there when you draw up the contracts?

- You? God, You have such potential. - Yeah.

You are so eager.

Oh, I love eager.

- Eager about work? Yeah. - Yeah, I love it. Yeah.

Well, you see the thing about making work work

is finding the right mentor.

Let me ask you something, Jenna.

Do you want access to the executive suites? Hmm?

Do you wanna play in the big game?

How far are you willing to go?

What I mean is...

if you can learn to get along with pizza barefoot...

if you could swallow bathing suits of...

I'm sorry. What?

Franco, Sarah, uh, um...

Hmm.

- Oh, there you are. - Carol.

- Carol! - Oh, oopsie daisy.

Oh, no.

You don't look at all well. Come on, let's sit down.

There you go.

I saw you.

Darling, go to the bar and find someone to stick him in a cab.

- Stick him in a bag? - Stick him in a cab.

- Cab. - Stick 'em up.

Looks like your friend can't handle his booze.

I didn't think he had that much to drink.

Did you just roofie a serial sex offender?

Do tigers wear tutus?

Regardless... I also see a lot of potential in you,

and I look forward to seeing how you accomplish your next big job.

You, you mean, as in the assistant job?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

Oh, there they go.

Good luck.

We'll be watching.

Sylvia Hogan.

Uh, Mrs. Hogan... ex-Mrs. Hogan.

Um, no, he's not in right now.

Uh, but I will let him know that you called about the...

Yes, I'm writing this down.

The enormous check that he owes you

and to send the money

or you will burn down everything he loves.

Yes. Got it. Okay.

Car... oh, God.

Carol.

I found a new singer and a new venue to boot.

I need you to start processing contracts

'cause we need to have a regular showcase there.

How did you find the venue?

The kid and I went out last night.

She found her.

She's smart.

And she can hold her booze.

You went out with him last night?

Uh, I was the one who found the singer.

And if there are contracts or financial agreements, I mean,

I do have a business degree,

and I would love to be a part of that side of the company.

I know exactly what you're trying to do.

You're trying to worm your way up the company

without paying your dues.

Every one of your generation is like this.

- No. I promise... - I spent five years

sitting in an assistant's chair

before I was invited to a proper meeting.

And you will not get to do management-level work

as long as I'm around.

Now... I'm gonna go get my laptop

and process this paperwork with Hank.

And you are not to go into his office.

Get to work!

Box 5 Music, Hank Hogan's Office. How may I help you?

Hey, how'd it go?

Fine except...

Wait, did you hear that?

That, that click?

Yeah. Something weird has been going on with the phone lines.

I saw that maintenance woman

down at the junction box again this morning.

And anyway, what's the except?

Carol.

I mean, as long as she's around, there's no way I'm getting anywhere near

any of those financial documents.

Sorry. I don't know what to do.

I can't just make Carol disappear.

Oh.

There's that sound again.

Ugh.

Where the hell is Carol?

Oh, I don't know, Mr. Hogan.

Okay. Well, we need to start those contracts.

And I ain't doing them, so get in here.

Let's go, Ms. Business Degree.

It's a little dark in here.

Yeah.

Apparently, that tequila was way off-brand last night.

Uh, the Brit manager emailed me.

For some reason... she wants the paperwork done this morning.

And she wants you as number two on the contract for her singer.

That's our standard contract.

This is your big shot.

I won't waste it.

You know...

I meant what I...

what I said last night.

If you could...

You really should, uh...

learn to get along with people like me.

- Something wrong? - Nope.

Why don't we have a drink?

I mean, that way we could celebrate your first contract.

Maybe I should review these contracts back at my desk.

It's okay. It's fine.

Oh, whoopsie. Sorry, maintenance.

I got a call about some flickering light.

That was locked.

Yeah. Well...

There's no light flick... oh, my God.

Oh.

Should only take about a half-hour,

- maybe an hour, or two. - God. No. Let's go, please.

- Stop. Will you wait till I leave, please? - Whoa!

Oh, you got some black mold up here.

Did you know about that? We're gonna have to call a plumber.

I'm gonna get some coffee.

Do some damage on these

and we'll restart when this racket's gone.

What do you have there?

Just some forms that Mr. Hogan gave me.

Hogan gave you forms and said you could leave the office with them?

Well, no, but he didn't say that...

No company documents leave the office, ever.

Situation in the bullpen.

Well, my scanner is broken,

so I figured that I would just take these down to IT

and scan them back up to my computer.

And Hogan cleared that?

Well, he...

Sylvia? Where is she?

This is the situation?

Sneaking off with files, sir.

Said she's gonna scan them.

What the hell, Brimley?

So she's taken some papers to scan... Let her scan them.

Who cares?

I have to find a dark room and a cold towel.

Mulligan, the new girl, Jenna,

she's headed down to IT.

Go down there. Keep an eye on her.

Oh!

The live performance contracts.

Come again?

Hogan structures the live performance contracts

so he charges for promotion and overhead at the door.

I mean, before he reports it to the label,

that way he can... He can skim through what he wants,

run it through an off-book LLC, and the label has no idea.

That's how he's getting the money for payoffs.

If the label finds out he's stealing,

- like you said, there's no way that... - No way they'll be able

to enforce the NDAs to protect him.

If they actually arrest him for the financial crimes,

like, that could get him off the street, he can't hurt anybody,

and the cops have time to gather evidence of the sex crimes.

Keith, that... that's super smart thinking.

I listen to a lot of true crime podcasts on my bike to work.

Um, but we need more than just forms.

And we need to find the name of the LLC he's using

and find the records.

I mean, but he keep nothing online, right?

- So... - Mm-hmm.

It must all be on on here.

I need to get into that safe.

You'd have to be in there alone

with nobody else around to walk in on you.

How are you gonna do that?

Fire alarm?

- How random is that? - How random is that?

- Hmm. - Uh...

Uh, according to the system, it... it's not a false alarm,

but there's also no fire or smoke that's been detected.

It must be that weird electrical problem we've been having.

This is my chance.

It's a combination safe. How are you gonna get into it?

Well, he probably keeps the combination, I mean, somewhere in his office,

or on his emails, or files. Okay.

You hack those. I'm heading up there.

What if there's a real fire?

If there is, it'll take a while to get to Hogan's office,

and I can just jump out a window.

I mean, it's not that high up.

I'll probably just break my ankles.

You're kind of amazing.

Thank you.

Oh. Can you also turn off the notifications

for Hogan's camera and shut the cameras down?

Yeah, probably, it's a pretty basic system.

Okay. You got this.

I'm counting on you.

- Oh, wait. - Yeah.

- What's this? - Uh, something I've rigged up,

so we can hear each other.

Oh, it's a... it's a little staticky.

Well, I could do better with unlimited money,

a tech genius, and access to futuristic technology.

But, you know, who has time for that?

It's great. Thank you for having my back.

I just want you to be safe.

Okay.

I'll take it.

So there's no fire?

Still trying to confirm that, sir.

By the way, where's your assistant?

I don't know. She's a butterfly.

Ask Carol.

Carol's not here, sir.

What?

Where the hell could she be?

Does your family support your lumberjack lifestyle?

Hmm.

My soul loves to be alone in nature,

amongst the trees, with the wolves

and the hawks, away from the world.

I get that. I get that.

But sadly, no.

My family does not support my rugged,

forest-oriented lifestyle.

Why not?

It's complicated.

My father wants me to go into the family business.

It stretches back many generations.

My grandmama calls it the firm.

Security, all eyes,

I need you to find Hogan's new assistant, Jenna Monroe.

Grab and bring her here.

Keith, any luck with the combination?

His office cameras are down, alerts are off,

but, uh, no, nothing for the safe yet.

Keith, I have faith in you.

Huh.

This is weird.

- Stay here, sir. I'll go call Carol again. - Yeah.

Hans, it's no use.

I know... you're not just a lumberjack.

You're a Belgian prince.

But... no, my secret.

There aren't that many active monarchies anymore.

Plus your accent.

Don't worry.

Your secret is safe with me.

You are a remarkable woman,

a commoner, but with the heart of a queen.

Tell me about Belgium.

Of course.

Belgium is a place I know well.

I'm looking for a piece of paper,

anything with a combination.

I'm coming up empty.

I think I got lucky.

I'm... I'm sending you a link. It was in my feed.

Hey, guys, what is happening?

So, turns out you got yourself

a Glenn-Rieder FR 1760 combination safe.

Let's teach you how to crack this baby.

Just in case.

First thing you're gonna wanna do is get familiar with the wheel.

You know, give it a turn, listen to those clicks.

These are gonna be pitched in B major

with a slight pre-click on the combination numbers.

Now, Glenn-Rieder's typically go left, right, left.

So go ahead and give it three full turns to the left...

and then listen for that pre-click.

Oh! The internet. What doesn't it have?

Bruges is really like a fairytale land.

Uh, it... it's cobblestone streets

and, uh, swans, mm-hmm.

- And... - Excuse me.

Oh, my. Uh, there's a fire at my workplace.

I'm so sorry. Um, I have to go.

But-but-but you are my-my-my queen.

Remain here, my sweet prince.

I shall return.

Ha-ha-ha.

So a lumberduke, huh? Wow.

Keith, what's going on?

Uh, the fire alarm's off and I can't find a way to restart it.

People are coming back in. Do you have the safe open yet?

No, it's not, okay? We need to at least stall Hogan.

Keith, I'm gonna send you a phone number.

Carol? Where are you?

Sylvia?

Sylvia. Hi.

Hi. How'd you get this number?

No, no, no, no, no. You don't have to sue.

I have the money. I can get it to you.

Yes. Please don't call any more lawyers.

- Oh. - What happened?

Uh, I must have done it. I just didn't hear the tumblers click.

Ah...

Any luck?

Yes. Yes.

There's an entry for April's check here,

and a bunch of others.

And this is the LLC he's using to money-launder his payments.

Keith, I need you to tell me everything you can

about Black Dog Limited Music.

It was incorporated in Delaware.

This shell company is proof that he's stealing

from the parent label and paying off his victims.

I knew you were a little troublemaker.

You really like calling other women "little," don't you?

Well, I'm the only one with any backbone around here.

You know, at first,

when you were trying to keep me away from Hogan and out of his office,

I thought you were defending your territory.

But I think you were protecting me, trying to keep me safe.

No matter what you helped him cover up in the past...

you protected me.

And somewhere in there, you still have a conscience.

And you know that the women that he hurt,

that they deserve justice.

You can still make things right.

You need to come down from planet Nebraska, wide eyes.

The only reason I was keeping Hogan from you

is because I knew you would just be one other mess I had to clean up.

April was bad enough.

You're just one more stupid,

wounded baby bird I'd have to scrape off the pavement.

What the hell is going on here?

I found her stealing documents from the safe.

Where's Brimley?

He's not picking up his phone.

We'll handle this ourselves.

Tell Carol to look at the LLC papers.

What?

It'd normally take me a couple of hours

to run down the name of the company that you gave me,

but I just happened to discover

an email in Hogan's account mentioning it.

It's weird, really.

Keith.

Keith? What, that little creep in IT?

You both are gonna end up in a dumpster for this.

Tell Carol to look at whose name is on the LLC papers.

- Look at the papers. - Give me that.

Look at whose name's on them.

Everything's in my name.

Yeah, it's just to include you.

Embezzlement's kind of a short-term crime, huh?

I mean, it always comes out at some point,

so it's important to have an escape plan,

like pinning it on your partner.

- You son of a bitch. - Carol!

No, you don't understand.

This was... this is for you.

Excuse me, folks.

It was him. It was all him.

- He abuses women. - What?!

He steals. I can prove all of it.

Prove? The cameras weren't even on.

Oh, I kept my own notes, just in case.

And these documents prove embezzlement.

Whatever I'm guilty of, she's guilty of, too.

How would she know about the embezzlement?

Look, look, everything is in her name.

I was going to say we're here investigating a fire alarm.

But you're both accusing each other of embezzlement and theft.

- He assaults women! - She stole everything!

Everyone can tell their side of the story down at the station.

Now that I knew what I was looking for,

turns out somebody doesn't always turn off his cameras.

He likes to keep trophies.

I have evidence Mr. Hogan here is guilty of multiple assaults

on female employees.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, sir.

You're fired.

Come down for a routine fire alarm

and leave with the biggest bust of our careers.

How random is that?

I heard Hogan bailed out,

but he has an ankle monitor.

He can't make a move without the cops knowing.

Yeah. The label dropped him so fast, they left skid marks.

And you don't have to worry about the NDAs.

So you can tell your story now, if you want.

I'll never be able to thank you.

I feel like I can breathe for the first time in weeks.

But I'm so sorry that you lost your jobs.

I can code. I'll always be able to find a job.

Yeah. And after, I mean, the last few days,

I still love music, but I don't know if I'm gonna jump right back

into an assistant job.

All I can say is you're both pretty special.

So many people owe you so much.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

I can't believe you pulled it off.

I can't believe we pulled it off.

The assistant and the IT guy, it's pretty cool, huh?

We took down a monster.

I still can't help but feel we got really lucky.

Hey, give us some credit.

Uh, we kicked ass, we achieved the impossible,

just the two of us.

All right. Keep that confidence up

because I don't think we're getting references from our last bosses.

Oh, no. No.

Yeah, and I don't know about you, but I have rent due, so...

Oh, hey, I did, uh, find one thing.

Oh.

I found it when I was clearing out stuff.

I think it belonged to April, but I figured if she had it,

maybe they're in the same business.

We could call them.

We could call them?

We make a pretty good team.

♪ I don't believe in fairy tales ♪

♪ Least what the old ones say ♪

♪ And if you believe my fantasy's fiction ♪

♪ Like the doubters do ♪

♪ I'm here to shout what I'm all about ♪

♪ Ready to rout every last trace of doubt ♪

♪ Make my wild fairy tale ♪

♪ Come true ♪

We did everything right, but the job went bad.

Now they wanna come to London and punch necks!

We're going to London.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Cheerio.

Appears to be the scene of the crime.

Who is Inspector Astrid Pickford?

She considers me a nemesis. I have a lot of nemesises.

I just don't have time to nemesis them all back.

My, my.

Hello, Ramsey.

I am taking Ramsey down.

What's the plan?

We need to go. Now.