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Her name's Kendra Murphy.

At 3:00 A.M. this morning,
she walked into a Swift-Mart

with a live grenade and
demanded a pack of cigarettes.

The clerk was terrified.

He gave her the smokes
and ran out of there.

She pulled the pin,
blew the place sky high.

- Was anybody hurt?
- No, thank God.

Where on Earth did she get a grenade?

She took her thumb out
of her mouth long enough

to give me her name,
rank, and serial number.

Look at this.

Specialist Kendra Murphy,
Illinois National Guard.

Two tours of duty in Afghanistan.

- Did she see any combat?
- Yeah, you could say that.

President of The United States
awards the Silver Star...

To specialist Kendra Murphy for gallantry
in action against an armed enemy.

She's a genuine war hero.

She ran straight into enemy
fire, blew up a Taliban position,

then dragged two soldiers
out of harm's way.

Extreme Hyperorality could indicate
damage to the temporal lobes.

Yeah, I thought maybe she'd suffered
some form of traumatic brain injury,

but according to her service record,
she didn't get so much as a scratch.

Well, just because her record
doesn't show it doesn't mean

she wasn't exposed to a bomb
blast that rattled her skull.

Thousands of soldiers are coming home
with undiagnosed T.B.I.S. it's an epidemic.

Do you still keep that bag of toxic
refined-sugar products at your desk?

Got something for you.

Oh, no, you don't want...
don't... you don't... here.

You don't want to eat that.

Let me get something else.

First, you have to answer a question.

Do you know where you are?

In jail.

Not exactly, but...

You are under arrest.

Do you know why you're here?

Because I took the smokes.

Weren't you worried that you'd get
hurt when you set off that grenade?

Kendra, were you afraid at all?

You are hot.

I got a motel room.

- You want to get out of here?
- I don't think that's appropriate.

I, uh... I really want
to have sex with you.

If you don't want to talk to
me now, I can come back later.

Why don't you want to have sex with me?

Don't you think I'm pretty?

Your wife is suffering from
a Neurobehavioral disorder

known as Kluver-Bucy syndrome.

The compulsive sexual behavior,

oral fixation, lack of fear,
and mood swings are all symptoms.

How did she get it?

From a virus that's causing her brain
to swell, it's known as encephalitis.

But you can cure her, right?

The encephalitis was caused
by the herpes virus, type 2.

There's no cure, but
there are treatments.

- Herpes?
- Sometimes it can travel to the brain.

She's on anti-virals,
and the inflammation's

already started to go
down, so that's a good sign.

And she's also on mood stabilizers
for her behavioral issues.

When did you first notice
your wife acting strangely?

When she first comes back from the war.

She's all skittish.

She jumps if I so much as touch her.

And then she starts going
out at night, so I follow her.

She's picking up guys in bars and
banging them at some sleazy motel, I...

I guess I shouldn't be
surprised she caught herpes.

To be clear, I believe it's the herpes
that caused your wife's hyper sexuality.

She didn't get it from me.

We were virgins when we got married.

I was always faithful to her.

I've tried to convince her to get
help, and then one night she goes out...

She never comes back.

And that was a month ago.

I don't even know who she is anymore.

I just want my wife back.

You expect me to drop the
charges because she caught an STD?

Kendra needs Neurological
treatment, not jail.

Look, if you were coming to me saying
that she had been shot in the head

by the Taliban, then maybe I could
justify dropping the charges, but...

What difference does it
make how she got sick?

She's a decorated war vet.

I spoke to her ob/gyn.

Kendra was screened for STDs a week
before deployment. She tested negative.

So, she obviously picked
it up in Afghanistan.

Maybe I could use that.

But she blew up a convenience
store with a grenade.

I would be going way out on a limb.

You don't want to be the guy who prosecutes
a war hero with Neurological problems.

Come on, Donnie.

Do the right thing.

While bravely serving her country as
part of Operation Enduring Freedom,

specialist Murphy developed
a Neurological disorder

that her doctors believe triggered
her recent erratic behavior.

So at this time, the U.S. Attorney's
office is deferring prosecution,

so she can receive treatment
at the V.A. hospital.

I would urge everyone to give specialist
Murphy and her husband their privacy.

It's the least we can do
for a genuine American hero.

Thank you.

Got to admit, I think I might
be a little bit proud of you.

You want to grab a bite?

Oh, um... rain check?

Sure.

D.J.?

Miranda? What...

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Nice to see you, too.

I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to put it that way.

I'm teaching a few master classes.
I'm gonna be here for a few weeks.

Huh.

Uh, your... your last album was...

Was wonderful, by the way.

You bought it?

My T.A. made me a tape.

Still rocking the walkman, I see.

You know, I have a few dates coming
up with the Chicago symphony. I'd...

Be happy to comp you a few tickets.

I'm not great with crowds.

Oh.

Uh, well, are you busy now? I'd
love to buy you a cup of coffee.

I can't do caffeine.

You used to live on black
coffee and Jolt Cola.

I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm just
really... I'm really busy at the moment.

Okay.

Well, it was nice to see you.

Miranda.

D.J. hey.

♪Ooh, ooh, whoa.

♪Ooh, ooh, whoa.

What's wrong?

Um...

I got this today.

♪Dancing, you know it, baby.

University of Music and Performing Arts.

Vienna.

I auditioned last year before
we started going out, so...

It's like a...

- Summer program?
- No.

I'd be transferring there in the fall.

- So, are you gonna go?
- I don't know yet.

I was gonna go home this weekend to
see what my parents have to say, but...

- ♪ Don't you...
- What do you think?

♪Forget about me.

♪Don't, don't, don't, don't...

♪ Don't you...

♪Forget about me.

♪Don't, don't, don't, don't...

♪Don't you...

Hey.

You redeeming that rain check?

Remember last week when I was, uh...

Proud of you for doing the right thing?

Yeah.

Turns out it may not have
been the right thing after all.

I found her with the body,
blood all over her hands.

221st. That's Kendra's unit.

They must have served together.

Terrific. I cut her loose, and
she kills an old Army buddy.

Guess they weren't buddies.

Thanks for the heads up on Miranda.

Miranda who?

You mean your old college sweetheart?
The one that got away? That Miranda?

You could have warned me she
was here to teach some classes.

I'm not The Dean of the music school.
How the hell was I supposed to know?

So, how is she, anyway?

I don't know. Fine, I guess. I
spoke to her for all of 30 seconds.

I mean how does she look?

Gorgeous.

- You gonna go for it?
- You got to be kidding me.

I haven't seen her since the day
of our very unpleasant breakup.

I'm sure she wouldn't be
the slightest bit interested.

Daniel, that was a million years
ago. I'm sure she's over it by now.

I don't know.

Look, if this is about your
diagnosis, maybe she already knows.

It's not exactly a state secret anymore.

Hey, Doc? Uh, Kate just called. She
says they're ready for you downtown.

Dean Haley?

My client is innocent.

She was found standing over Larry
McPhee's body with blood on her hands.

Kendra's been on her
meds for seven days.

According to her doctors,
her behavior's stabilized.

- She's not a threat to anyone.
- Mr. Gennaro, I'm feeling better.

I can speak for myself.

Tell me what happened last night.

I was in my... my hospital
room when Larry called.

And he told me he was
in the parking lot.

He said he couldn't come up and see
me because visiting hours were over.

But he said he needed to talk.

About what?

He wouldn't say on the phone, but he
said it was really important, so...

So I went down to meet him, and...

And I found him like that.

And there was so much blood,
you know, I tried to stop it.

I saw this kind of thing after Dunkirk.

Shell shock.

Battle fatigue.

What kind of a country sends Dames
out to fight its battles, anyway?

Not that there's any point in engaging
in a cultural debate with one of

my hallucinations, but don't you
think a little respect is in order?

She's a decorated soldier.

I'm not gonna listen to
a lecture about respect

from some pinko liberal
college Professor.

We know you've had several sexual
partners since you returned home.

- Was Larry McPhee one of them?
- No.

I haven't seen Larry since Afghanistan.

Did the two of you have an affair
while you were serving together?

No. I would never do that.

I'd keep my eyes on this little honey.

She ain't giving you the whole picture.

What do you mean? Do
you think she's lying?

What about the husband?

Maybe he thought she was screwing
the old Army buddy, so he killed him.

Can't be the husband... he was tending
bar in front of 200 people last night.

I went to the mat for this woman.
Do you know how bad this looks?

Listen, I don't want it to be true any
more than you do, but maybe she's guilty.

No, no, no. The meds are
working. She's not violent.

- My gut says she didn't do this.
- Great.

I say we go with
Daniel's gut on this one.

Come on, guys. Do your
thing. Prove she's innocent.

Can you think of anyone who
might've wanted to harm your husband?

I can't think of anyone.

What about Kendra Murphy?
Did Larry ever mention her?

I never even heard her name until
last week when she blew up that store.

Larry seemed pretty upset about
it when we saw it in the news.

Upset how?

He just said that she deserved better.

I asked him what he meant, but
he didn't want to talk about it.

What time did he leave last night?

Around 9:30, I think.

Did he say where he was going?

No. He just took off.

He was on the phone
a few minutes earlier.

He was in the garage
and the door was closed,

so I couldn't make out most of what
he was saying, but he was arguing.

I heard him say, we
got to make this right.

And then he hung up and left.

Do you have any idea
who he was talking to?

Mr. Hicks, what did Larry mean when
he said, we got to make this right?

Really don't remember.

Anthony, I know being in this room
could be unnerving, but that's not

why you're sweating and
your hands are shaking.

How long has it been?

- Excuse me?
- Since your last fix.

You came back from Afghanistan
and developed a habit, didn't you?

- Heroin possession?
- Yeah, so?

You know, a lot of vets
have trouble adjusting.

Listen, I can talk to the prosecutor,

see what he can do about getting this
possession charge thrown out, but first...

You got to tell me what you
and Larry were talking about.

I want to talk to a lawyer.

You commanded Bravo
company of the 221st?

Yes, Ma'am.

One minute you're a weekend warrior,

the next thing you know, you're
dodging bullets in a kill zone.

- So, you were a combat unit?
- Not exactly.

We were assigned to operation Thrasher.

What is that? Some
covert torture program?

It's not as tough as it sounds.

We trained the locals in
farming and irrigation...

Hearts and minds kind of thing.

Now, Anthony Hicks was
under your command, as well.

- Isn't that right?
- Yes, Ma'am.

Was he involved in
any disorderly conduct?

I know what you're getting at.

Hicks has a monkey on his
back with this drug stuff but,

I don't think he could kill anybody.

This whole thing's just ironic as hell.

How do you mean?

Kendra risked her life
to save those two guys.

That's why I put her
up for the Silver Star.

Wait. Wait a minute. The
victim and the drug addict...

- Those were the two guys she saved?
- That's right.

Can you tell us what happened?

A convoy had just left Qalat
Valley when we were ambushed.

The Taliban set off an I.E.D.

What the hell?!

It blew the axle off the Humvee out
in the front, we were fish in a barrel.

I got on the horn, ordered McPhee and
Hicks to get out there and return fire.

But the bad guys were better
armed than we realized.

Three men were in that vehicle.

Kendra didn't wait for orders.

She ran straight for McPhee and Hicks.

She blew those sons of bitches away.

Kendra's service record says that
she was transferred to another unit.

Yeah. A week or so after that battle.

Why would you put her up for a Silver
Star and then have her transferred?

She asked for the transfer.

Why?

She made an allegation
against another soldier.

What kind of an allegation?

Uh...

She claimed she'd been raped.

Did she tell you who did it?

I don't want to sully the
reputation of a fellow soldier

over an unsubstantiated allegation.

If you want to subpoena me,
I'll answer any questions,

but short of that, I
suggest you talk to Kendra.

I don't think supposed to talk
to you without my attorney here.

Listen, I want to believe that
you didn't kill Larry McPhee,

but if he raped you and you don't
tell me, it makes you look more guilty.

It wasn't Larry, but he knew about it.

Who was it?

Sergeant Rickford, our Squad Leader.

He had it out for me
ever since the ambush.

Why?

Because of something that
happened during the firefight.

We were pinned down, taking fire.

Our gunner was taken out.

- I think he's dead, Sir!
- Rickford, take over the 240.

Sergeant, get up there!

Rickford just froze...

I got it, Sir.

So I took over the turret.

A couple days later, back at base...

Rickford came to see me.

McPhee and Hicks were with him.

I heard you've been talking about me.

What do you mean, Sarge?

Word around base is that
I'm a candy-ass bitch.

Who disobeyed a direct order
in the middle of an engagement.

I didn't tell anybody that.

You think to be some kind of hero, you got
to lie and make everybody else look bad?

Get out of my face.

Take a walk, guys. This is
between me and this lying slut.

- Just chill out, okay?
- I said take a walk!

Come on.

- This is ridiculous.
- You're not going anywhere.

You're not so brave now.

Are you, bitch?

Those three assholes...
they stuck together.

They denied the whole thing.

The C.O. said it was
their word against mine.

So, that was it?

The C.O. did offer to send the
report up the chain of command but...

I knew how that was gonna go.

I'm very, very sorry that
that happened to you, Kendra.

This happens to a lot of women.

Almost nobody gets punished.

They call me a liar or a slut,
so I wanted to put this behind me.

So I asked for a transfer.

So, why don't you tell me more
about this Sergeant Rickford?

You'd think he walked on water
the way the brass handled him.

He got special treatment?

His dad's a Congressman.

Wait, you mean Evan Rickford, the Chairman
of the House Armed Services Committee...

His son is the one who raped you?

Meet the black sheep of the
distinguished Rickford family.

Kicked out of boarding school,
multiple D.U.I.s, three stints in rehab.

But it looks like Blake Rickford
had finally cleaned up his act

when he joined the National Guard.

Served his country, came home, landed
a big job at a top financial firm.

I have zero problem believing
this over-privileged frat boy

sexually assaulted Kendra, but what's
the connection to Larry McPhee's murder?

Try this on.

We know from Larry's wife that Larry took
the news of Kendra's arrest pretty hard.

Maybe he felt guilty about
lying to cover up the rape.

So Larry calls up Hicks, tells
him he's gonna come clean.

Uh, what did he say? We
got to make this right.

Hicks tries to talk Larry out
of it, but Larry won't listen.

Now Hicks is worried that
if Larry changes his story

that he's gonna be hung out to
dry, so Hicks calls up the rapist...

And tells him that Larry's
on his way to the hospital

to tell Kendra that he's
ready to tell the truth.

Rickford rushes over there, kills
Larry before he can say anything.

How do we prove it?

I could ask the rapist.

Nice wheels.

How about I take you for a ride?

No, that's okay. I got my
own car... government issued.

Special Agent Moretti, FBI.
I'm here about Larry McPhee.

I couldn't believe it when I heard.
Larry was like a brother to me.

Where were you two nights
ago when he was killed?

Are you actually accusing me?

Why the hell would I kill
one of my best friends?

Because he knew that
you raped Kendra Murphy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

First of all, that crazy
bitch came on to me.

The second I turn her down, she runs off
to the C.O. with some bullshit allegations.

Everyone in the unit
knew that girl was nuts.

So, you deny raping her?

Rape her? We never even had sex.

She's a little too butch for my taste.

So, where were you two nights ago?

On my father's boat on Lake Michigan.

You don't believe me,
you can ask him yourself.

Tell Carl I need five minutes, okay?

Get me some lunch.

Congressman, thank you for
seeing me on such short notice.

No trouble at all, Agent Moretti.

I was just hoping to
confirm some information.

Maybe I can save us
both a little time here.

Blake was with me on my yacht the night
that this, uh, McPhee fella was killed.

So, just to be clear, he
told you what he told me.

He tells me everything, because sooner
or later, I'm gonna learn about it anyway.

My son may have made some
bad choices in the past,

but he's not a murderer or a rapist.

And Blake has worked long and hard
to amend his youthful indiscretions.

That's why he went off
to fight for his country.

I appreciate his service.

As I do yours, Agent Moretti.

Thank you for your time, Sir.

Oh, and a word of advice.

Overreaching...

That can be hazardous to one's career.

I don't think I've ever heard
that suite played more beautifully.

Thank you.

I was an idiot the other day.

I'm sorry.

Forget about it.

I was wondering if I could
buy you that cup of coffee.

I am kind of hungry.

Do you remember that really fancy
five-star restaurant in Lincoln Park?

It's been a while since
I've had a real Chicago dog.

I know. Me too.

Daniel, what are you doing?

You're not 21 anymore, you know.

Have you even thought
about what the mystery meat

in that thing will do
to your digestive tract?

And what about the bun?

You know that gluten is a
pathogenic factor in Schizophrenia.

Is there something wrong?

No. No, I'm, um...

Not that hungry.

But you, please, please. Dive in.

Mmm.

You went to his office?

- What the hell were you thinking?
- I was confirming an alibi.

Now I just need subpoenas for Blake
Rickford's cell, car GPS, e-mail...

Wait a minute. You said that his father
told you that they were on his yacht.

Yeah, but he's just covering for
his lying, raping, murdering son.

Get me those records. I'll prove it.

Look, as much as I don't want it to
be true, it looks like Kendra did it,

and I've got the bosses breathing
down my neck to close this thing.

Okay, fine. You won't get me what
I need, I'll find someone who will.

You're doing it again, Kate.

Doing what?

What did the deputy Director call it?

Exceeding the scope of your
assigned investigations.

It got you bounced out of D.C.

Please, Kate, I'm begging you.

Let this one go.

That son of a bitch got
away with raping a war hero.

Now, maybe there's nothing
I can do about that,

but he sure as hell isn't gonna get
away with murder... not on my watch.

All right.

Then bring me some real evidence...

Something that I can take to a
Judge, and I'll see what I can do.

I'm walking through Greenwich
Village, and... I pass a bookstore.

And there in the window is a
life-size cardboard cut-out of you.

Oh, God.

The future best-seller from
author Daniel J. Pierce...

Spectres of a human mind.

Mm-hmm.

I always thought I'd see you
on the cover of something.

Just thought it would be Rolling Stone.

Yeah.

Well, in a slightly different way.

But you... look at you. You're
exactly where you wanted to be.

You're playing all over the world.

You did it.

Well, I wouldn't trade the last
20 years for anything but...

I have been thinking it might be
time to put down some roots somewhere.

Any place in particular?

Not yet.

But it is nice to be back in Chicago.

She's never coming back
to Chicago. I know it.

I thought you said she went to visit
her parents just for the weekend.

I mean she's not coming back
if she goes to Vienna, dumb ass.

She's only been gone 12 hours,
and I'm already miserable.

- I can't sleep. I can't study.
- Maybe she's testing you.

Maybe she made up this whole thing to
find out if you really want to be with her.

Geez, Paul. Paranoid much?

She'd be crazy not to take this.

She's gonna forget about me and run off
to the Alps with one of the Von Trapps.

Dude, look. You're
way too into this girl.

You need to get her out
of your head, just...

Blow off some steam.

Daniel, I need your help.
I really got to catch this...

Hi. I didn't realize
that you had company.

No, no, no. No, no. Uh...
Miranda Stiles, Kate Moretti.

- Nice to meet you.
- Likewise, um...

- I can come back.
- I was just leaving.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- I'll see you later?
- Yep. Okay.

Bye, D.J.

- D.J.?
- Don't. Just...

I got nothing on Rickford.

What I need is some evidence
to justify a subpoena.

I just feel like there must be
something that we've been missing.

What about that addict we talked to?

Anthony Hicks? No, he's lawyered
up, remember, he's done talking.

Well, maybe he'll talk if we find
him in the right state of mind.

You know, he is self-medicating
with a real-life truth serum.

Wait, since when is
heroin a truth serum?

Some people are more open and forthcoming
when their endorphins are flowing.

Let's see if we can catch
him while he's still high.

Mr. Hicks?

Mr. Hicks?

Oh, geez.

It's Moretti. I need an ambulance.

Better make it the Coroner.

Listen to this... Anthony
Hicks' final status update.

"War don't ennoble men.
It turns them into dogs".

"I'm a no-good junkie loser who
smashed my friend's head in".

"I don't deserve to live".

It's a suicide note.

Yeah, and a murder confession
posted online for everyone to see.

It seems a little convenient.

Maybe, but... but it does
track with part of our theory.

So, Larry wants to come
clean about the rape.

He calls Hicks, who tries
to talk him out of it.

Larry won't listen, so Hicks drives to
the V.A., and kills him, not Rickford.

And then two days later,
Hicks kills himself?

It's too clean. We need
to keep after Rickford.

He could have killed Hicks with an overdose
and then posted this phony status update.

Kate, don't you think in this case the
simpler explanation is probably more...

Oh, come on, Daniel.

How many times have I gone along with
one of your crazy conspiracy theories?

Don't you think you owe me at least one?

We dropped the charges against
Kendra. What more do you want?

Warrant to tap Rickford's phone.

I can't say it any more
plainly. The case is closed.

The junkie confessed.

Sorry, Doc. I had a
weekend pass in Okinawa.

This cute little geisha gal
gave me a nasty case of the clap.

Ow!

That's what I get for skipping
the V.D. prevention films.

- Venereal disease.
- Daniel?

Think about it.

Think about it. If everything Kendra
and her husband told us is true...

If they were both virgins when
they got married and neither

one of them had sex with anyone
else until Kendra got raped.

Then she must have contracted
herpes from her rapist.

Okay?

Nucleotide sequencing can tell

if two people are infected
with the same strain of herpes.

It can even tell us who's
been infected longer.

- Who gave the disease to whom.
- Yes.

That's interesting, but I
don't think we can use it.

Kendra was raped under
military jurisdiction.

We can't prosecute
Rickford for that crime.

Plus he would probably just
claim that the sex was consensual.

Hang on a second.

When you talked to Rickford, he denied
ever having sex with Kendra, right?

That's what you put in your report.

He made a false statement
to a Federal Agent.

Punishable by up to
five years in prison.

Wait a minute, are you suggesting
that we prosecute a rapist

and a possible double
murderer for lying?

When they couldn't pin a
murder charge on Al Capone,

the Treasury Department put
him away for tax evasion.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, Eliot Ness.

We're going to need a blood order first.

Oh, what the hell is this?

This is a court order requiring
you to submit to a blood test.

Roll up your sleeve, please.

- You're not taking my blood.
- Kind of hoped you'd say that.

You're under arrest
for contempt of court.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say may be used
against you in a court of law.

- Call my attorney.
- You have the right to an attorney.

And my father.

You have the right to have that
attorney present during any questioning.

Your honor, this blood test
will confirm that there was

sexual contact between Blake
Rickford and Kendra Murphy...

A fact that he denied on the
record to a Federal Agent,

which, I don't have to
tell you, is a felony.

Your honor, Mr. Ryan is
conveniently leaving out the fact

that the Federal Agent in
question is his own ex-wife.

How is that relevant?

Agent Moretti has been on a
witch hunt against my client.

She's accused Mr. Rickford
of murder without any

evidence to support
such an outrageous claim.

Your honor...

You should also be aware that Mr. Ryan
deliberately withheld pertinent information

about the mental health of this so-called
victim when he obtained the blood order.

What's this?

Findings from Mr. Ryan's
own medical expert.

The poor woman suffers from
a Neurological disorder...

Kluver-Bucy syndrome...

Which lists among its symptoms
emotional volatility...

And an insatiable sex drive.

Excellent work, Phil.

Nice try, bitch.

So, the bad guys are
hammering us with their AKs,

and I'm in the turret, just waiting
for them to pop up, take their shot,

and when they do... bam!

I punch them with the m240.

It's just like
playing whack-a-mole.

That's not the way I heard it.

Yeah, I believe it was actually
specialist Murphy who took over the m240

while you were in the backseat wetting
yourself like a candy-ass bitch.

Excuse me. Who are you?

Oh, I'm just someone performing
a public service, and this guy...

Is not only a coward,

he's also the suspect in the rape of
one soldier and the murder of two others.

- Come on. Let's get out of here.
- And word on the street is...

He's got a bad case of herpes.

I got to go.

You have no idea who
you're screwing with.

You're going to slip up, Blakey boy.

And when you do, I will
be there to take you down.

Scotch rocks.

There's a difference between a conductor
and a guy just waving a stick around.

- I mean, Riccardo Muti is a Maestro.
- Mm hmm.

When did you ever see Muti perform?

You said that you had not
been to a symphony in years.

Public performance.

But a former student who plays second
oboe got me into a private rehearsal.

It was incredible. It was incredible.

It was the entire orchestra
playing just for me.

It was...

One of the most sublime moments.

So, I talked to my mom and dad.

And they think I should
take the transfer.

But I'm not.

I'm staying.

Are you crazy?

I thought you'd be happy.

Well, I'm not.

You're way too into me.
I can't do this anymore.

Wait, are you breaking up with me?

I'm too young to be
tied down to one girl.

Look, I know what you're doing.

You're breaking up with me so
that I'll go to Vienna, aren't you?

You just don't want me
to lose this opportunity.

Think whatever you want. We're done.

I'm sorry. I can't do this.

What's wrong?

Does this have something
to do with your diagnosis?

Because if you think it makes any
difference in how I feel about you...

No, no. It's not... it's not my
illness... not... not exactly.

Talk to me, D.J.

Please.

No, you... you should go.

Okay.

You know, I thought
you'd changed, but, um...

Apparently, not so much.

Agent Moretti.

Unit Chief Connaghan, Office
of Professional Responsibility.

We need to talk.

I understand you had a
confrontation with Blake Rickford

in the lounge of the
Emissary Hotel last night.

I would characterize it
as more of a conversation.

- You followed him to the bar.
- I was trailing a suspect.

As far as I'm aware, Mr. Rickford isn't a
suspect in any current FBI investigation.

He claims that you harassed
and intimidated him...

That you said you would take him down.

- Is that accurate?
- Something like that.

Agent Moretti, your actions demonstrate
conduct unbecoming an Agent of this bureau.

Your Security clearance is suspended.

Sir, I have done nothing to
warrant this type of punishment.

Surrender your sidearm and badge.

Old boys' network closes ranks again.

Security Chief Walsh, please escort
Agent Moretti from the building.

This is Kate. Leave a message.

Hey, it's me... again.

Probably tired of
listening to these messages.

Frankly, I'm tired of leaving them.

But it's been three days since
I've heard from you, so...

Give me a call, please.

I need to know you're all right.

Hey, there. Can I buy you a drink?

- Doc.
- I don't want to hear it.

Kate's a grown-up. She has
the right not to talk to you.

I just went by Kate's
place, and she wasn't home.

- You heard from her?
- No, she's not returning my calls.

Mine either.

Okay, if you guys really want to
find her, you can try Follow My Phone.

Follow my what?

It's an app that lets you
track a phone if it's lost.

People wonder why I
don't carry a cellphone.

Well, sometimes big
brother comes in handy.

- Let's do it.
- Come on.

Look, all I'll need
is her cell password.

Uh... try Veronica 622.

It's her cat's name and her birthday.

What? We were married.

Okay, I'm in. She's going
south on Veterans Memorial.

Here. Call me with any updates.

You sure you want to come?
Kate's gonna be pissed.

Yeah? Let her be pissed.

Yeah.

Kate stopped on a street in Glen Ellyn.

Uh, 1764 Crescent.

- Thanks, Max.
- And, guys, I just Googled the address.

You're never gonna
guess who lives there.

Where the hell is she?

Kate?

Kate!

I had to do it.

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