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all: Cheers to 16!

Emily, hey.

- Emily!
- Oh! Thank you.

- Happy birthday!
- Thank you for coming.

You didn't have to
get me a present.

Everyone!

all: ♪ Happy birthday...
- Cake time.

all: ♪ To you
- Aww.

all:
♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday

♪ Dear Emily
- Thank you.

all:
♪ Happy birthday to you

Emily's mom was supposed
to give a speech,

but nobody can find her.

I've noticed at least half of
this family need babysitters.

Well, this will set us back
another half hour.

Do me a favor.
Check her lav.

No.

Dead air.

Maybe she's out of range.

Where'd we lose her?

Let me check.

Looks like 15 minutes ago,
during the fireworks.

I can see her waveforms here.

Sounds like she's by the water.

Are you crazy?

You can't be here.

I had to see you.

If my mom catches you,
after last time--

Oh, she only barks.

She won't bite.

I want her to like you, Théo.

Give it time, eh?

If I'm wrong, then we have to
run away and join the circus.

Oh.

Happy birthday, ma chérie.

There's a lot
of interference, but...

I think she was
talking to someone.

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

Em.

Go, go.
You have to get out of here.

Em, have you seen your mom?

Oh, my God.

Mom? Mom?

Help!

Somebody help us!

Someone help!

Mom!

I had an interesting dream
last night.

Oh, yeah?

Mild, medium, or spicy?

Actually,
it was your wedding day.

You mean you had a nightmare.

It just made me realize
that we actually

never had the conversation.

And did we need to?

It's not like we were ever
really official that way.

I know. We weren't.

But still--

And plus, you know,
Raines saved my life.

And I wouldn't want to
do that to the guy.

- Do what?
- Take his girl.

I mean, you two have a thing, obviously.

That's a cheap shot, Damian.

Hey, it's not a bad thing.

It's just what it is.

I get it.
- You know, next time,

just say, "I am hurt
you cooled things off, Cam."

The case.

All right, an American woman
was shot and killed

at her home in Monaco
last night.

Smitty, the floor is yours.

Victim's name is
Diane Lambert,

one of Forbes's top 100
wealthiest worldwide.

She was a former beauty queen
turned model

from Omaha, Nebraska.

Met her Prince Charming
at a fashion show in Paris,

got hitched,
moved to the French Riviera,

and had a kid with him.

Now, her husband
wasn't just rich.

Pierre Lambert
controlled almost half

of Monaco's real estate.

We're talking billions
tucked away in a tax haven.

The Lambert name
is basically royalty.

And when he died
a few years back,

he left Diane
the keys to the kingdom.

Full control of the estate.

Now, speaking of kingdom,
Monaco's royal family

was close with the Lamberts.

Local PD is opening
their arms to us.

All parties want this case
in the black.

Given the scope
of Diane's business

and her serious net worth,

we have a lot
of potential motives,

and a lot
of potential suspects.

You said Diane
also had a kid?

A teenage daughter, Emily.

It was her sweet 16 party
last night.

She found her mother's body.
- Brutal.

Any witnesses
at this blowout?

Nobody's come forward,

but the family did hire
videographers for the event--

Jake Hill and Spencer Clark,
U.S. citizens.

These two claim
to have a recording

of Diane's final moments,

captured through
a wireless mic.

OK, Powell,
you and Smitty team up,

pay them a visit.

Raines, since you're cleared
for field work,

it's you and Vo.

Band's back together.

What are you thinking?

Losing your mom
when you're that young--

I can't imagine.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, you're not
rolling with us?

Uh, no. Trial prep.

Yusuf Sydin is going in front
of a grand jury.

I'm making sure
I cross every T,

so he never sees the sun again.

What are you doing?
Go stretch those legs.

The open secret is that
many powerful people

hide their money in Monaco,
and they do it using property.

If Diane crossed
the wrong person--

You think this
could have been

a professional hit on her?

We can't rule it out yet.

Everyone from, uh,
oligarchs to drug lords

have a reason to own here.

I guess Diane
being the gatekeeper,

that gets you some enemies.

What about the fact that
she was an outsider?

An American?

They've nicknamed this place
the billionaire's playground.

It's not your nationality
that matters here.

Besides, over the years, she's
given more to this community

than anyone else I know.

Forensics bagged three
shell casings left behind.

9 mil.

Nobody heard a thing
over the fireworks.

Notice anything?

Three shell casings,

but only two bullet wounds
on the victim.

Shooter missed once.

Could have been nerves.

Even ballistics show a lack
of precision on the wounds.

Yeah, plus they left
the shell casings.

So maybe it's not a
professional hit after all.

We also found
partial shoe prints here.

Um, the spacing
and orientation tells us

that somebody ran that way.

Fled the scene,
hopped a couple of gates,

and slipped out the back,
where there was no security.

Monaco has
a robust CCTV network,

and more police per person than
anywhere else in the world.

But here on private property,

it's one big blind spot.

Question is whether
the perp knew that.

Madame Lambert's daughter
and the American friend

are ready for you.

I'll speak with Emily while
you grab Melissa's statement.

I may live 5,000 miles away,

but we have always been
as tight as ticks.

Diane was like my sister.

How did Diane seem
to you last night?

Anything off
about her behavior?

Since middle school,
I can count on one hand

the number of times
I've seen her nervous.

Totally fearless.

But she was anxious last night.

- You could tell?
- No, she told me so.

Diane had this
big toast planned

right after the cake-cutting.

She was even dodging her
brother-in-law all evening.

Why is that?

Well, you know
how families can be.

And those two were known
to butt heads.

But the point is,

she didn't want anything
to spoil Emily's night.

Emily?

I'm Special Agent Cameron Vo.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I know how hard this is.

But if it's OK with you,

I'd like to ask you
just a few--

It's my fault.

I thought
less bodyguards meant...

I just wanted all the guests
to be comfortable.

It was your sweet 16.
I would feel the same way.

I just wanted to feel like
a normal girl for a night.

I screwed up so bad.

You can't keep
blaming yourself, Emily.

But you can help
shed some light.

There were 100-some people
here last night?

Was there anyone
you didn't recognize?

I made sure
every person was vetted.

You can't show up to
these parties uninvited.

Before the party,

she and I got into it.

I just can't believe our last
conversation was a fight.

Seems stupid, but...

sometimes it just

felt like she hated
all my choices.

How is this helpful?

Uh, they had lighting
installations at the party.

RFID messes up the transmitter,
but wait for it.

You're the worst thing
that--

What's the time stamp
on those gunshots?

9:36 PM.

And she was chatting
to the perp for what?

- Two minutes.
- 20 quid says she knew him.

They wandered away
from the crowd.

Any chance
you boys brought a drone?

Bird's eye of the whole party

would come in pretty clutch
right about now.

We should have had a drone,
but the airline

lost it on our layover.

Gear's not cheap, so I e-tag
everything these days.

There she is,
all alone at Heathrow.

Whatever you
captured last night,

we need it uploaded
to our team in Budapest.

Every kilobyte, got it?

What's going on
with you and Powell?

It's over.

Ancient history.

Got it.

Armand Lambert, Agents Vo
and Raines with the FBI.

Can we have a word?

No need for badges.

And uh, I have already, uh,
spoken to my friends

at the police about last night.

We're not the police,
but we'd like your perspective

on some things.

We know your
sister-in-law oversaw

the majority of properties.

Were you aware of any friction
on the business front?

Only Diane, uh,
knew the answer to that.

After Pierre died, she took
charge of the day-to-day.

And you were OK with that?

There's a little more fun
to be had

when you're, uh, not working.

'Cause racing cars
the next day is a normal way

to mourn a loved one.

Grieving isn't a competition, agent.

But with
a billion-dollar empire

tied to your name,

taking a back seat
probably wasn't easy.

I see what this is.

You assume the brother-in-law
is plotting for the throne.

But I'm not interested
in the company,

I have my, uh,
charity work to keep me busy.

Even if you stayed clear,
it seems you and Diane

had your differences.
- Oh, of course.

We are two stubborn people
with ideas.

So what happens to all the
money now that Diane is gone?

That's what
the lawyers are for.

Given the killer's
escape route,

it's possible that
they knew the property.

So if the family
had any bad blood,

now's the time to speak up.

Eh, I have no stomach
for gossip.

But I did learn
that Diane's longtime,

uh, chauffeur was
terminated recently.

How'd he take that?

Not my business.

But this same driver was
with Diane for 10 years.

Diane's always taken care
of the people around her.

He must have really
crossed a line.

I was here last night.

High rollers table.

The cameras can prove it.

I never miss a shift.

Well, you haven't missed
a shift in only two weeks,

because it seems like you had
a different job before that.

So what happened?

It ran its course.

The Lamberts also
own this casino.

So let me get this straight.

Diane fires you,

then helps you land another job
through their company?

No, it wasn't Ms. Lambert
who gave me this job.

It was Emily.

She felt guilty.

Because you got fired?

Diane had a good heart.

We want to make sure
whoever did this

doesn't get away with it.

Come on. Talk to us, Saleem.

A month ago, I drove Emily
across the border to Nice.

She said she was going to
a friend's house

for a school project,
but she lied.

It was to see a boy,

Théo Lavigne.

He's a few years older.

When you realized it was
a cover story, what happened?

I confronted Emily,
of course.

But she begged me
to keep it a secret.

Oh, so you lied for Emily.

And it made no difference.

Ms. Lambert found out
the truth,

and 10 years of loyalty
just disappeared.

I failed her.

Emily's boyfriend
wasn't on the guest list.

That's because
he's not part of that world.

Théo has no silver spoon.

If people like him
want something in life,

they take it.

That rubbed Diane
a certain way?

I don't know.

Emily has had a few boyfriends,

but Ms. Lambert was never
that protective.

There was just something
about that boy.

Hey.

We've been
combing through emails

and digitizing
Diane's belongings.

Piecing together
her private life

might help zero in
on our suspects.

OK, we can run that

against the party footage
from last night.

Yeah, about that--we're
still missing that evidence.

Video guys never sent it over.

Did you try calling?

No answer.

FBI. Anybody home?

Jake! Spencer!

It's clear.

Clear.

It's Jake. I can't take
your call right now.

Just leave a message, and I
will try to get back to you.

Phone's off.
Bags are missing.

Looks like they left
in a hurry.

Or somebody got to them.

We'll find them.

Eight pieces of luggage
ain't exactly low profile.

The drone at Heathrow.

These lads e-tagged their bags.

That means they're traceable.

Bags are at the marina.
They're on the move.

There. 12 o'clock.

They're trying to bail.
Go! Go!

Boys,

I thought we had a deal.

If you're looking
for the footage,

we don't have it anymore.

And you're just
catching a ferry

out of town for no reason?

We're innocent.

You can't detain us.
- Try us.

Start talking.

OK, OK.

Look,

the Lamberts are the richest
clients we've ever had.

You book a gig like this,
it comes with some conditions.

Airtight contracts,
NDAs, embargoes.

Legally, that footage
isn't even ours.

The family owns it.
- They took the files from you?

Technically we, uh--
we gave it to them.

They threatened us
with legal action

if we shared the footage
with anyone,

including the FBI.

We had no choice.

All right. Forget the NDA.

Tell me exactly
who wanted the drives.

So our victim's
brother-in-law

went out of his way
to poach Jake and Spencer

for their footage.

Current theory is that
it somehow implicates him

in Diane's murder.

He has the motive.

Armand lost out
on literally billions

when the empire was willed
to Diane.

If there's evidence
on those drives,

we need them back in one piece.

Armand has lawyered up,
but we will get to him.

You two just stay on Emily's
boyfriend in the meantime.

Everybody is still a suspect.

Just got to his flat.

Bye.

- Hey, Forrester.
- Yeah?

We just pulled a copy of
Jake's carnet from customs.

Now, DHS requires
each piece of gear

they're carrying
to be itemized.

Everything from
serial numbers to MSRP.

Get this.

The hard drives they bought
came with six months

of free cloud storage.

Whether these guys
know it or not,

their footage is backed up
online.

- And you can get to it?
- No question.

But it's veering into
grey hat territory.

We need that evidence
to stay admissible, right?

That cloud account belongs
to a U.S. citizen,

which means I can push
a warrant through.

Music to my ears.

All right, Cinderella.

The gravel on your kicks puts
you at the scene last night.

Yes, I went to the house
to see Emily.

You had to sneak
past security.

Round trip. Through the back.

So?

I do it all the time, eh?

Hey, man.
Let me step it out for you.

You ran from a homicide,

in a place where
you weren't supposed to be,

where nobody else saw
what you were doing--

Somebody did see me.

After the fireworks finished,
and I was waiting for Emily,

I saw a man.

I thought maybe it was
a guest having a smoke.

Him?

I'm not sure.

It was too dark,
and I stayed back.

I was trying not to get caught.

No, no, no, no, no!
Don't shoot, please!

Come on out.
Take a seat, Emily.

Théo is the only one
looking out for me.

It'd be nice if you'd
cut him some slack.

You lied to me.

You told me everyone
at the party was invited.

I just knew how it
would look otherwise.

I loved my mom, but she
could be wrong about people.

Is my uncle a suspect?

Théo thinks that--

Because the FBI doesn't
have ties to Monaco,

we might actually
have the balls

to look into your family.

Help us turn
some stones over.

Uncle Armand was never happy
with how the estate

was structured after Dad died.

That tracks.

If I were you,

I would dive into
some of his charity work.

He's been stuck sitting
at the kids' table.

There's a saying here--

Appetite comes with eating.

We have statements
of a weekly allowance

that Diane oversaw for you.

And downplay it all you want,

but we know
it made your blood boil.

Your brother kept you
on a tight leash.

Diane didn't change that.

Which is why you've been stuck
doing laps on the track,

while real business is handled.

Two Americans
are gonna testify

that you threatened them
to conceal video evidence

from the night
of Diane's murder.

My client
didn't kill anyone--

His family member
was murdered.

And instead of helping us,

Armand blocked
a federal investigation,

because you have
something to hide.

Maybe we should look into
the Reveur Foundation.

Got an analyst at HQ
with a real thirst

for forensic accounting.

He lives for it.

Give us the room.

Pardon?

How much do you know?

That you've been using
your family property

to launder
for the Corsican mob.

And you've been using your
philanthropic arm as a front.

Diane controlled everything
but Reveur.

A charity you run
becomes a side hustle,

so you can skim a little.

I imagine using
your family business this way

directly violates the terms
of your brother's will.

Did Diane find that out?
Is that why she had to go?

I told you,
I didn't kill her.

I am guilty of one phone call.

I thought there was privacy.

At one point,
I saw the cameraman filming me.

He had a microphone,

and uh,
this was a business call,

you see,
for the Reveur Foundation.

That's why
you wanted the footage?

I had to see how much
was taped.

Because you are right.

If I violated the will,

I get nothing.

So with Diane gone,
the money gets redistributed,

and you buried the footage
to protect your future cut.

I have been patient
for my time in the sun.

Yes, I am protecting
my future cut.

What else would you do
for the money?

Hey.
Tate backdoored into

Jake's cloud account
and got the footage.

Ernesto and Kyle went through
six different cameras

from the night of--
you're not gonna like this.

We matched that time code
across the footage.

At 9:36 PM, Armand is in the
crowd watching the fireworks.

He couldn't have shot Diane.
He was nowhere near her.

What about a hired gun?

I mean, Armand is tied up
to the Corsican OC.

Maybe it was just
a sloppy hit job.

Except the microphone
audio shows

Diane chatting to her killer
for several minutes.

Whoever it was, she knew him.

I think we have something.

I'll call you back.

We ran the bad audio through
a series of clean-up tools,

open source and proprietary.

It's not perfect, but--

...but we're done.

...how it has to be.

...Florence.

- Who is she talking to?
- Unclear.

But I also did a pass
with OTD's

machine-learning software.

It isolates human frequencies
to make a voice copy,

and now we get this.

...how it has to be.

Forget about--
Florence.

Long time ago.

Magpie.

30 seconds before
the gunshots.

That is the voice
of Diane's killer.

Play it again.

Magpie.

What the hell is Magpie?

...how it has to be.

...Florence.

Magpie.

So before Diane was killed,

her mic picks up the word
"Magpie" from our perp.

Some kind of code word?

There's also mention
of Florence.

Florence could be a person.

Lamberts do business
all over Europe.

Italy's in the cards.

Maybe a real estate deal
there that went bad.

No. Tate apparently checked
for all those.

They're dead ends.

What's got your goat?

Just wrapping my head
around it.

Diane lived in Monaco
for 17 years,

but hung on to all these ties
from her hometown.

You can take the girl
out of Nebraska, but...

Boom.

Forget about Florence.

Florence is a sodding
suburb of Omaha, Nebraska.

Diane's killer knew her
from back home.

We should forget about--
Florence.

Magpie.

Magpie.

Magpie was a pet name.

Um, back in 10th grade,
Diane dated this guy.

Connor.

Connor Boyd.
- Another student?

Yeah, but a few years older,
from a school across town.

Charming at first, I guess,
but he was a total loser.

Connor was the one
who first entered Diane

in the local pageant.

And when she won, that jerk
took all the prize money.

The same pageant
that kickstarted

her modeling career.

And after that
he was more like a pimp

than her boyfriend,
trying to control everything,

her money, her looks.

Before she was even comfortable
in front of a camera,

he took some photos of her.

Practice, he called it.

What kind of photos?

The kind of photos she never
wanted to bring up again.

Even to her best friend.

Look, as far as I know,

those shots never saw
the light of day.

The kind of photos someone
could use as leverage

against
a high-profile socialite?

Oh, my God.

Connor Boyd,
Nebraska born and bred.

No criminal record,
but his financial history shows

he's got a bunch of
failed businesses in the U.S.

Mounting debt,
credit problems, no job.

Tracks with Melissa's story.

Boyd latched onto Diane
hoping for a meal ticket.

He's managed multiple trips
to Monaco.

First a few months
after Diane moved there,

twice after her husband died,
then there's now.

It looks like
most of those visits

coincided with
Diane pulling funds

from her Monégasque bank.

Every time this creep
shows his face,

he hits her up for cash.

Melissa said Boyd took
some lewd photos of Diane

when they were younger.

Turns out he's been
threatening to release them.

Diane purged her emails,
but we found

their exchanges on Boyd's end.

He'd been blackmailing
her for years.

Any time he needed a payday,

he threatened
to leak those images.

But on his latest trip,

there was no withdrawal
from Diane.

Makes sense.

The final chunk
of her inheritance

was released last month.

Those photos surfacing any
sooner would have smeared her.

But once her finances were
locked in, she cut him off.

Mm.

Diane finally
put her foot down.

Boyd snapped.

We have a BOLO on his rental.

GPS is a no-go,
and his phone is off.

But only way to track him
is make, model, and plates.

We've been charting
Boyd's car with CCTV

going back the past 72 hours.

His sedan was near
the Lambert estate

the night Diane was killed.

And two nights before,

Boyd drove through
the same neighborhood.

We think he was casing
the area to plan his escape.

We reached out
to law enforcement in Nice,

and they confirmed a vehicle
sighting earlier today.

This is CCTV from a bank
in the Vernier District

a few hours ago.
- We were just there.

That's the street
Théo lives on.

Wait, have you been in touch
with the family?

Everyone but Emily.
She hasn't rung us back.

- Théo, are you at home?
- Uh, yes.

- Is Emily with you?
- No, she took the train home.

Did she walk to the station?

Yes, like she always does.

It's like a 20-minute train
to Monaco,

but I haven't heard from her
in over an hour.

Emily's phone--
can we ping her location?

I thought
I was overreacting,

but I understand
maybe I'm not.

Maybe I should go
and look for her.

Just stay put for now.
We're on it.

Confirmed a signal.

Emily appears to be within
30 meters of a cell tower

near the shopping promenade.

I'll pull CCTV
closest to that area.

That's Boyd's car.

Boyd has barricaded himself
with Emily

inside that confectionery shop.

This is now officially
a hostage situation.

Store owner says Boyd arrived
as he was closing up shop.

He barely escaped himself.

He confirms
the hostage is Emily.

We've cleared the area,
blocked traffic.

I have snipers on standby,

but we don't have a clear shot.

What's his endgame?

Maybe he figures Emily is
his last chance at a payout.

Or he's looking to torch
everything Diane ever loved.

We need to find a way
to communicate.

Agreed.

If we can get this
burner inside--

I got you.

Connor?

Just leaving you a phone
so we can talk.

Yeah?

Connor,
my name is Cameron Vo.

I'm a special agent
with the FBI.

Tell the cops,
tell all of your people--

stay the hell back,
or you're gonna have a mess

to clean up in here.

We don't want anybody hurt.

Let's figure out
how to resolve this

and get everyone out safely.

Can I talk to Emily?

I'd like to make sure
she's OK.

Keep listening to me
and the girl won't suffer.

Connor, I--

There was a case in
Charleston a few years back,

ended with a standoff
in a clinic.

Sick hostages inside.

HRT negotiated to deliver
medication to the victims

and smuggled a weapon inside.

They took the threat
out that way.

What if Emily
needs her insulin,

and we go in to administer?

But she's not diabetic.

Boyd doesn't know that.

OK, but how do we
tip off Emily

to play along with the ruse?

We tell her in French.

And if Boyd speaks French?

That dude definitely
doesn't speak French.

What are they saying?

They're just telling me
to stay calm.

You go in with this med bag.

Inside is a syringe
loaded with a saline solution,

harmless to Emily.

There's a partition in the bag
where we've concealed

a lightweight subcompact.

So if you see an opportunity
to neutralize, take it.

Your button cam will give us
eyes and ears inside.

Just got the floor plan.

Electrical and adjacent
structures as well.

Let's throw it to Tate.

Anything goes sideways
in there,

you say the word

and I'll be the first one
through that door.

Connor.

Get me a plane out of here
and 200 grand in cash.

I can take care
of that for you,

but first I've got to
take care of Emily.

She's fine.

No, she needs medicine,
Connor.

We need to get her insulin,

and we're up against
the clock here.

Look, I can bring it over,
administer it.

And you let me do that,
we will get you

the money and safe passage.

The girl is innocent
in all of this.

Fine.

Just you.

Connor?

I'm here, alone.

Let me see your hands.

Turn around.

Lift up your coat.

Is the needle in there?

Let's see.

It's just insulin.

- Ditch the bag.
- Connor.

I said toss it!

OK. All right.

No problem.

- He made her.
- No.

But that gun's not gonna
save her anymore.

Let's go.

Hurry up. Give her the shot.

- Are you all right?
- Don't talk to her.

I'm just trying
not to hurt the girl.

Oh, she can take it.

Her mother is the queen
of hurting people.

She put me through hell
for years.

I'm really sorry
about that, Connor.

I mean, after
all you've done for her,

seems to me Diane's
been ungrateful--

Shut up!

Don't try and work me.

You don't even know.

I was just a doormat to her.

OK. Back up. Back up.

Easy.

You're in control.

You know what I learned from
one of her closest friends?

That Diane became bitter,

and she was in
a loveless marriage

here in Monaco.

Yeah, we had plans
for the future.

And she just threw it all away.

Yeah, she wasn't
thinking straight,

and we know that.

I made her who she was.

She gets rich,
and what do I get?

Where's my piece?

Vo's got him talking,
but this guy's a mess.

How much longer?
- Almost there.

Diane was weak.

She let everyone around her
turn her against me.

It's just not fair.

But you know,
the girl that you're holding,

she has a boyfriend too,
and their relationship,

it is misunderstood.

Her family,
they just don't get it,

and they wrote him off
without a fair shot.

And if you think about it,
it is just like you and Diane.

Yeah, except Diane
got brainwashed

by money
and this fake lifestyle.

People make mistakes, Connor.

And now Emily, she's trying
to follow her heart

in a way
that her mother couldn't.

And she wants something real.

Doesn't she deserve that?

What about
what I deserve, huh?

She's losing him.

Nobody gives a damn
about Connor!

Good to go. Standing by.

Patch it through.

Is it recording?

We're here tonight to
celebrate the love of my life,

my daughter Emily.

Most moms want to raise
their kids

to be strong-willed,

outspoken,
and ready to self-advocate.

Problem is, then you end up
with a teenager

who's headstrong,

opinionated, and self-assured.

But this is the beauty
of Emily.

And I've honestly
never been prouder.

I've had my share
of struggles.

- You don't know struggle.
- And I've--

You get everything
on a platter.

You strung me along.

You took away years.
You ruined my life.

You did this!
It's on you!

Police!

Hey, hey!

Freeze!

I got you. I got you.
You're safe.

You're safe.

It's over.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

It's OK. It's OK.

My mother always told me,

when love stops being served,

get up from the table.

Hmm.

Easier said than done, sometimes.

Not always.

You're doing a hell of a job,
Amanda.

Look, when the team gets back,
just know...

I'm buying the first round.

That reminds me.

Heard rumblings about
a secret spirits drawer

at the old off-site.

I'm always looking for ways to
better utilize the space here.

For medicinal purposes,
of course.

Did I mention you're
exceeding all my expectations?

What do we cheers to?

Uh, I don't know.

It's your moment.

Ah, I don't do well
in the limelight.

OK, let me ask
you this, then.

What's the most
important thing to you?

My daughter, Lili.

To Lili, then.

Do we know what's
gonna happen to Emily?

Well, she's still two years
from adulthood in Monaco.

Lieutenant Dupont said
she'll work on a solution

with a guardianship judge.

Most likely,
Emily's inheritance

will stay in a trust for now,

and she'll have an executor
of her choosing

until she's of age.

She'll have options.

I can see why Diane was
such a mama bear with Emily.

Trying to spare her
the Connor Boyd experience.

Emily!

Maybe she was wrong.

Maybe Théo is exactly
what Emily needed.

Because that--

that's real.

You crushed it tonight.

So proud of you, Cam.
- Thank you.

You good?
Do you need anything?

I'm great.
Teamwork.