All language subtitles for Elsbeth s02e02 The Wrong Stuff.eng

(indistinct radio chatter)

MAN (over radio):
Five, four,

three, two, one.

Kid?

I think we've
got a problem.

MAN (over radio):
Rhapso, this is Mission Control.

We're detecting
a loss of cabin pressure.

NEAL: Uh, there's
a leak in the hatch.

I'm gonna
grab the toolkit.

Where'd I put
the toolkit?

Where's the toolkit?
Move over. I'll handle this.

No, there's
a protocol here.

Guys, this is no time
to be squabbling.

Guys, we're losing air pressure.

(buzzer sounds)

Oh, that's it. We're done.

MAN (over radio):
Rhapso crew,

please prepare
to exit the cabin.

If this had been
a real mission,

you'd all be a bunch
of dead billionaires.

I tried to warn 'em,

but they wanted, uh,
"Snoozer" to handle it.

You? You know,
you've been smoking too much

of that "green energy" nonsense.

I'm sorry, Doug,
I know you dislike

innovation and
creativity.

DOUG:
What I dislike is you making us listen

to all your newfangled claptrap

every time we...
Would you two let it go for once?

Thumbs down on
both of you.

Look, I know
you all are leaders

in your
respective fields

of renewable energy,
big oil,

social media...

Paint.

Paint, man.

PRTICHARD: Right.
Design,

manufacturing, distribution.

It's a...
it's a whole thing.

Right. Paint.

For your remaining days
of training,

you're not founders

of big companies...

Uh, he didn't
found his.

He inherited it
from his granddaddy.

PRITCHARD:
Regardless,

today, you're...

Modern-day explorers.

(others grumbling)

Modern-day explorers,

paving the way for
every man and woman

to travel to
the outer limits.

And on this journey,

you must remember that

the life of
your fellow crew members

lies in each
of your hands.

Look, I'm not worried.

Well, you should be.

If we fail training,

we're each out
$60 million.

Okay, we're not gonna fail.

Oh, you hear that?

The younger
generation knows.

You can't allow
a minor setback

to bring you down.

(laughs)

MORGAN:
Oh, my God.

You overgrown boys
and your stupid toys.

Seriously, you're
gonna keep driving

that ridiculous
contraption

around everywhere?

It's the future, Doug.

It doesn't fill up
on fossil fuels.

(hoverboard chimes)

Whoa. (laughs)

See you all at dinner...

(inhales)

...losers.

(snickers)

PRITCHARD:
Listen up,

I've got additional waivers
for you to sign.

And, in light of
what just happened,

we've changed some
of the language.

I thought all these
space pens were the same.

What, aren't they?
Neal's has black ink.

Well, I am in
the paint business.

(Morgan sighs)
Yes, you made us

aware of that. So?

So,

I've outfitted my pen

with a new graphite color.

I call it "Negative Space."

(chuckles mockingly)
Oh, my God.

You changed the ink color?

And the tip. See?

A gold tip allows for

a smoother delivery of the ink,

even in anti-gravity conditions.

I could have one made
for you, if you'd like.

RANDY:
Wow.

Nobody wants one of
your stupid pens, Snoozer.

(laughing):
Oh, God. Good boy.

(both laughing)

PRITCHARD:
For this centrifuge exercise,

we've increased
the gravitational forces

to more
closely match

what you'll be
subjected to

during launch
and re-entry.

You may
be disoriented.

Remember your
breathing exercises.

(whirring)

(exhales)

(whirring accelerates)

(screams)
Stop!

Stop the machine!

MAN:
Get in, Ms. Tascioni.

This is good.

A parking garage?

Isn't this
a little on the nose?

I wanted
your undivided attention.

I know how
you can get distracted.

It's just...

wild to see
you again.

Hasn't been
that long, Carter.

So, what are you
doing in New York?

Who's this
cute little fella?

(barks)

This is Gonzo.

She's a she.
Of course.

I thought you'd be
back in Chicago by now.

Oh, no.
I love it here.

What part?

The crowded trains,
the congested streets,

how it smells
in the summer?

You know, I enjoy
small talk more than most,

a lot more,

but how about
we cut to the chase?

Suit yourself.

You and I shared a client once.

Mark Van Ness.

Remember him?

Yes, your firm brought me in

to help handle his divorce.
Some questions

may arise about
that first divorce settlement.

First?
He's getting divorced again?

That first one was pretty messy.

The heart wants what it wants.

And he has people like us
to do the dirty work.

So, what sort of questions

do we expect to arise?

Nothing worth discussing,

because you and I are bound
by attorney-client privilege.

I hear you're keeping the NYPD
honest in your new job.

(laughs)
That's not exactly

how I would describe it, but...

I'm sure
the NYPD

views rules of confidentiality

just as seriously as we do.

"As we do"?

Who's "we"?

The firm.

If a former colleague,

who was handsomely
paid for her work,

violated that confidence,
the firm would

exact retribution.

What kind of retribution?

Financial, professional...

Maybe other things I'm not
thinking about right now.

As an old friend from Chicago,

I wanted you to know.

(phone chimes)

I'm needed across town.

Oh.
Whoa. Real astronauts

train here? In Manhattan?

This is a bespoke
space training center

for private citizens.

They get to be
the astronauts.

Incredible, right?

To prepare,
they stay here

and undergo two weeks
of training.

Doesn't one of
these space flights

cost millions
of dollars?

At least,
but the participants

are willing to pay
for the experience.

So, it's like space camp
for billionaires.

(chuckles)

We sent
the first man

to the Moon.
These commercial space flights

build on that legacy,

leading the way to a new phase.

Or we could spend that money
on affordable housing

and healthcare here on Earth.

Okay, you just don't get this.

Every kid dreams
of going to space.

I like places that have oxygen.

(clears throat)

So, the victim's name
was Gavin Morrissey.

He and four others

were nine days into their
two weeks of training,

led by the director
of this facility

and his staff.

Oof. That's a lot of
wealth in one room.

Oh, yeah.

It's as high-profile
as it gets.

And yet, I don't
see one detective.

Oh. I'll be handling that.

It's what these VIPs expect.

Right.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey.
Hey.

I was wondering where you were.

Oh, uh, Gonzo and I
were just out on a walk.

Everything okay?

Mmm.

Hmm? Uh, there were just
so many reporters outside.

It was a struggle
to get through.

Yeah, well, the victim
is billionaire Gavin Morrissey.

Oh. Is that why
Captain Wagner's here?

To deal with the reporters?

Oh, he's actually
leading the investigation.

Apparently, he's
some kind of space nerd.

(chuckles) Kind of cute.

So, Gavin Morrissey was
preparing to fly into space?

Mm-hmm.
Rich people

think they can
do anything.

Yeah, well,

why not when they can
just pay people

to do their dirty work?

PRITCHARD:
There was nothing wrong with the centrifuge.

I run an extremely
tight ship here.

You tell that to Gavin.

Oh, you can't

because he's been
incinerated.

(crying)

Hi.

Oh. Are you okay?

He just...

he taught me
so much, you know?

I wanted to follow
in his footsteps,

make him proud of me,
but now...

Oh, I'm so sorry.

To lose your dad
like this must be...

Excuse me.
What did you just say?

I said losing your dad
like this must be...

Gavin Morrissey
wasn't his father.

I'm his father.
Oh.

Um, I'm sorry.

The way he was talking,
I just thought...

My son is studying
renewable energy.

He's been
under Gavin's influence.

He's young.

Neal Dorsey,
and this is Neal Jr.

Really, Dad?

I go by Randy.

I'm Elsbeth Tascioni.

NEAL:
Are you a trauma counselor?

Me?

Oh, no, I work with the police.
(chuckles)

I help with oversight.

So, a consultant?

Mm.

So, you met Gavin Morrissey
here, during training?

I'm not sure where
I first met Gavin.

Billionaires just seem
to know each other.

Like celebrities,
only not as good-looking.

Oh. (chuckles)

That's not...

Anyway...

I didn't even know Gavin
was going to be in the capsule

until we arrived.

You're in renewable energy, too?

No, no, my company
manufactures paint.

Oh.
Worldwide.

We did over $3 billion
in sales last year.

Are you seriously talking
about paint right now?

WAGNER:
Ms. Tascioni?

RANDY:
God...

I'd love to hear all about it,

but, um, will you
excuse me for a moment?

(gasps)

Actually,

I've been trying to decide

on a paint color for my office
for weeks now.

Oh!

I have samples. (laughs)

Have you considered graphite?

I patented a new method
for mixing paints

to create a color
I call Negative Space.

Like a dark gray?

No. Not gray.

Graphite.

You might want
to think about it.

It's honest.

It doesn't pretend a wall...

isn't a wall.

It'll help you focus.

Oh.

I need that. (chuckles)

This is Fire Marshal
Jake Turling.

He studied the video
of the fire.

We record each exercise
and study

how the participants perform.

And Aaron is
a former astronaut.

He owns the facility.

Can you see?

Yeah. You.

What's your name?

Elsbeth Tascioni.

No, I can see fine. Okay.

(taps keyboard)

(whirring)

(explosion)

Whoa.
Something in there exploded.

This was a fast-spreading fire,

reaching 1,800 degrees
or higher.

Water alone couldn't
extinguish it.

Firefighters
had to apply EA foam

to deprive it of oxygen.

And you heard that
popping sound?

Mm, like grease
frying on a skillet.

TURLING:
Exactly.

Tells me this fire was
caused by a lithium-ion battery.

So it wasn't a problem
with the centrifuge? No.

Fire burns up in a "V" pattern.

Based on the char patterns,
this fire started

underneath the victim
and then traveled upward.

WAGNER:
But what would a lithium-ion battery

be doing in
a centrifuge?

Victim could've had a device

in his hand that
fell on the floor.

No, I doubt that.
All the trainees were instructed

not to bring anything
in with them for safety.

You can watch the video
of him entering.

His hands are empty.

Well, maybe he
brought something in

without realizing it.

He vaped.

Gavin was vaping
all through training.

But vape pens
are so small.

TURLING:
Doesn't take much.

The pressure from
the gravitational forces

could've damaged
the battery.

I tried to get these people
to understand the danger.

It's in the waivers.

It sounds like Gavin Morrissey
made an honest mistake.

And it cost him
his life.

Thank you for pointing
the vape thing out to us.

Oh, of course.

I'm just glad I could help.
(chuckles)

Sure enough, I found
this package of vape pens

in Gavin's room.

One is missing.

Hmm. And people didn't mind him
smoking on the premises?

You think you can tell
these people no?

Every one of these spoiled brats

brought things
expressly forbidden:

vape pens, electric scooters,
tanning beds.

They need all those things
for two weeks of training?

The thought of having
no support staff

for that long terrified them.

So they just brought everything
they could possibly need.

One had a tantrum
because he couldn't have

his assistant here to flush.

Wait. Which one of them doesn't
flush their own toilet?

You know what?
I don't want to know.

I had to have legal
draw up new waivers

just to cover Gavin
riding his hoverboard.

Wait. You said you got these
from Gavin's room?

PRITCHARD:
I did.

These aren't vape pens.

They're smokeless
air inhalers.

They don't contain
lithium-ion batteries.

My neighbor tried using one
to quit smoking.

It didn't take.

I take it these are the ones
that Gavin always had?

But if it doesn't
have a battery,

then it couldn't have
caused the fire.

Is it possible
that Gavin Morrissey

could've inadvertently
carried in

another type of device
in a pocket?

The flight suits
don't have pockets.

And wouldn't a guy who made
his fortune in new energy

know better than to bring
something that dangerous

into the centrifuge?

Well, if he didn't take it in
with him, how did it get there?

Maybe someone
wanted us to assume

Gavin's vape pen
caused the fire.

Are you
suggesting sabotage?

Then this wasn't
an accident, it was murder.

What about your staff?

No way.
Their access to sensitive areas

is strictly monitored
and recorded.

And since no one has gone
in or out of the facility

during the training...

...then one of our billionaires
has to be the killer.

Hi.

Oh! Jake!

(shoes squeak)
Hi.

I have a question
for you.

Okay.
Gavin's medical file

shows that he started
using air inhalers

when he quit smoking
five years ago.

And his doctor confirmed
that he showed no signs

of nicotine addiction
before he entered training.

Also, he was only
five-foot-five. (chuckles)

You are good.

The NYPD was right to have you
lead the investigation.

Oh, I'm not leading
the investigation.

Right. (chuckles softly)

My question is,
if it wasn't the vape pen

that started the fire,
which it clearly wasn't,

what other device
could it have been?

The battery would've been small.

How small?

Small enough to fit
in your pocket.

They aren't like
the old lead-acid versions.

They pack a lot of power
into a tiny package.

You're very passionate
about fire.

And you?

What are you
passionate about?

Well, right now, it's about
the bottom of the case.

The getting to the... it.

To the bottom.

Of the case.

I could be Watson
to your Sherlock.

(chuckles)

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.
Of course.

Fire business.
Yes.

(clears throat)

KAYA: Hmm.
That fire marshal?

Cute, huh?

Yeah, firemen always
have a thing for me.

I think it's the hair.

Anyway, um,
you see this here?

It's rubbery.

(clears throat)

You could meet him for a drink,
when all this is over?

No, no, no, no,
I don't think so.

We work together.

Plus, um, I have a lot
on my mind, so...

Oh, Captain Wagner.

Huh?

Question.

If all the participants
had been here

for the last nine days,

and none of them
have gone in or out,

then wouldn't whoever put
that battery in the centrifuge

have to have used one
that was already here?

It would seem so.

(snaps fingers)
Then...

we should be searching
every gadget on the premises.

Uh, to find the one
missing a battery?

Exactly. (pops lips)

WAGNER:
It could've been a spare.

I suppose, but still...

We need to fill in
a few more details

before we go hunting
for missing batteries.

Well, if I happen to see
a gadget that fits the bill,

I mean... (laughs)

...how many can there be?

So many.

Is that a space meal?

(gasps) Yum.

Wait, you're still going up?

What happened to Gavin
was a tragedy.

But he brought it on himself.
You're not serious?

This is a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity

that's costing us
a fortune.

DOUG: You know,
maybe he's right.

There is no reason
that we shouldn't continue.

You haven't passed the training.

Well, there's still several days
till launch, right?

But we no longer have
a working centrifuge.

Oh.
How long will it take to get a new one?

It's a solvable problem, right?

This is my jam.
Let me make some calls.

Do you have ice
in your veins?

The man who was
gonna revolutionize

how we power the
world is dead.

Gavin would never allow
what happened

to keep him from forging ahead.

So why should we?
I don't believe this.

My team is on it.

I told them we need it here
by tomorrow.

A whole centrifuge?

Impressive.

PRITCHARD: All right,
if you insist on continuing,

you'll need to sign
a new set of waivers.

Let's do it.

Just show me where to sign.

Would you quit it with
that stupid pen, Snoozer?

Did he just call you that again?

DOUG: Kids today, they got
no respect for their elders.

I want to apologize
for my son's outburst.

He's a very sensitive kid.

He's obviously very troubled
by what's been happening.

Oh, no, you don't
have to apologize to me.

I have a son, too.

I mean, he's an adult now,
but I've been called

plenty of names in my time.

Not "Snoozer," though. (laughs)

How did he come up with that?

It's nothing, really, it's just
kids being kids, I guess.

It's funny, my, uh, son,

he used to think I was
the coolest thing in the world,

and then puberty hits and...

you become an embarrassment.

My son's not
embarrassed by me.

I think he's just heartbroken

because this
father-son space flight

that he's been dreaming about
for years...

isn't turning out the way
he envisioned it.

Uh, are you sure
it isn't Gavin's death

that's troubling him?

H-He seemed to worship him.

He'll get over it.

Oh, yeah, I'm sure he will, eventually.

It just seems
to trouble him in a way

that... it doesn't trouble you.

Well, that's rather presumptuous

considering you just
met us five minutes ago.

Oh, I didn't mean to...

I mean, if I seem unemotional,

it's because I'm trying
to be strong for Neal Jr.

I think he prefers Randy.

Whoever went into the
centrifuge before Gavin

could've secretly placed
a device inside, right?

PRITCHARD:
Gavin was the first to use it. He insisted on it.

They're like toddlers,
these people.

Uh, what about the flight suit?

Where were they kept?
In their lockers.

The lockers don't seem
to have locks on them.

These people have
more money than God.

They weren't worried
about petty theft.

Look, I see what you're
getting at, but there's only

one person here who stood
to gain from Gavin's death.

WAGNER:
Who's that? Doug Howe.

Gavin's green energy

was gonna drive Doug's
oil business into extinction.

I can show you.

I tried to warn them,
but they wanted, uh,

Snoozer to handle it.

DOUG: You, y-you've been
smoking too much of that

damn "green energy" nonsense.
Oh, I'm sorry, Doug,

I know you dislike innovation
and creativity.

What I dislike
is you forcing us to listen

to your newfangled claptrap...

Would you two
let it go for once?

Thumbs down on both of you.

A clear rivalry.

And motive.

Now, Gavin was a son of a bitch,

no doubt, but why the hell
would I kill a man

made me $1.2 billion
last year alone?

Pardon my French.

I never understood
that expression.

French is lovely.
WAGNER: I thought Gavin Morrissey

was into renewable energy.

He was, but that didn't stop him
from extracting the lithium

from the wastewater
in my fracking sites.

Wait. The green energy guy
on social media

was profiting from fracking?

What can I tell you?

He loved money
more than he loved the planet.

If you disliked him so much,
why work with him?

Oh, we had a deal
that was mutually beneficial.

Wasn't until spending
time with him here

that I realized what a
pain in the ass he was.

What about Neal?

What about Neal?
Well, Gavin called Neal "Snoozer."

(chuckles)
What was that about?

Yeah, I almost feel bad
for the guy,

you know, having to relive
that embarrassing moment

from the World Economic Forum.

The World Economic Forum
in Davos?

Yeah.
What happened in Davos?

Oh, Gavin called
Neal "Snoozer"

in front of the entire G7.

W-Why? What-what did Neal do?

He put Angela Merkel to sleep
yapping about paint. (laughs)

I told you before,
that Snoozer thing was nothing.

Gavin and I were always
ribbing each other.

Well, friends rib each other...

(crunches)
Oh, wow. That was unexpected.

But you guys
didn't seem like friends.

Well, I guess it doesn't matter
how many billions you have,

life is always high school.

Ah.
Why does it matter anyway?

I mean, it was
a tragic accident.

Oh, well...

it turns out, Gavin's vape pen

was actually an air inhaler.

No battery.

This is now
a murder investigation.

Murder?

Mm-hmm.
Well, then,

you should already have
Doug Howe in handcuffs.

He hated Gavin.

Yeah, you're right, he did,
but apparently,

they were making
a lot of money together

on some fracking deal, so...

Wait. Fracking deal?

I know,
it was shocking to me, too.

I mean, Gavin was worth
all this money,

and yet he couldn't
turn down more.

You're telling me

that "Mr. Renewable Energy"

was secretly making money
on fracking?

Billions, apparently.
RANDY: What did you say?

NEAL:
Oh, hey, son.

Well, it, uh, turns out
that your buddy Gavin

was in cahoots with Doug Howe.

He was in the fracking business.

No, he wasn't.

No, you hated him because
I wanted to work with him

and I hate paint.
Hey, don't take my word for it.

Please, tell him
what you told me.

Uh, Doug Howe confirmed it.
I am so sorry.

NEAL:
(sighs) You know, the paint business isn't glamorous.

And I don't have millions
of followers on social media

like he did.

But what I do is
honest and it's real.

You know, when I started,
I had nothing.

Nothing but the $4 million
that my father gave me,

which I turned into
a multinational corporation

operating in 59 countries
and territories.

(sighs)

Look...

I'm sorry

that you had to
find out this way,

but you should know
you're admiring the wrong guy.

He needs some time.
ELSBETH: Yeah.

Well, whatever
we think about

Gavin's business decisions,

we still have to find out

who placed a lithium battery
in that centrifuge

and where they hid it.

Hmm. That's a tough one.

Yeah.

Oh...

What?
Uh...

No, I shouldn't
say anything. No. What?

Morgan and Gavin were involved.

Like, romantically?

I saw her
leaving his room.

Gavin is married,

but being in close quarters
does things to people.

It's only been a week.

Mm, she probably got attached.

You know, how women do.

Oh, right. Yeah. Yeah.

Although,

I don't think Gavin
would've left his wife

willing to watch his money
be frittered away by his ex.

Kind of like Bezos did.

Oh...
(both laugh)

Right?

(chuckles):
Right.

That Bezos.

TURLING:
Something catch your eye, Ms. Tascioni?

Yes, this photo.

It's curious.

It's just a group photo.
ELSBETH: Yeah, but...

all the men appear
to be the same height.

What's curious
about that?

(chuckles softly)
Oh.

Excuse me.

Now what exactly
are we looking for?

When you reach a dead end,
it helps

to go back and take
a closer look at the victim.

Ooh.

They all must have gotten
these fancy pens.

Ooh!

That is
a zero-gravity space pen.

(laughs)

It even works underwater.

You know, you could
always ask

if they'll give you
one to take home.

(chuckles)

Buzz would say
the motive

is either sex or money.

Ah.

When I made detective,
they partnered me

with some of the best
investigators in the city.

It occurs to me
that you may not

get that
with Buzz Fleming.

Hmm. Mm, he tries.

I still know
a thing or two.

Maybe I can act
as a sort of mentor.

If you're not too busy
with your night classes.

I'd be honored.

Well, good.

Now, you want to look for
anything out of the ordinary.

Okay.

(groans)

Hmm.

Like this earring?

Ah.

Maybe Buzz is right
about this one.

You're not suggesting
I was sleeping with Gavin?

Come on, the guy
was a narcissist.

I had a couple
of conversations with him,

and he thought I was flirting.

And you weren't?
I was trying to get

information on his
solar ventures.

I run a social media company.

I harvest people's
private information

without them knowing it.

So you wanted...?

Stock tips.

If I was gonna be stuck
in a tiny capsule

with those blowhards,
I figured I should at least

do some insider trading.

If you were only interested
in stock tips,

what was your earring
doing in Gavin's room?

It slipped off my ear
when the backing fell off.

It happens.

I would never fall
for a little Napoleon like him.

Frankly, I'm offended
by the insinuation.

"Little Napoleon"?

He's short.

In the photos,

Gavin Morrissey looks
taller than you.

Because he wore lifts.

In his shoes?
Yes.

The guy was a titan of industry

and a runt.

(chuckles)

Guess what?

Gavin Morrissey
wore lifts.

Like these.

We heard.

(scoffs)
You know already?

What's so exciting
about lifts?

Besides them making you
look taller.

The view is better from up here.

No, but I think that
this is how Neal

got the battery
into the centrifuge.

Eh, we have no evidence
it's Neal.

Okay, how someone did.

I'm not following.

You remember that
weird black stuff that I found

on the bottom of my tote bag?
Yeah.

I think those were rubber
shavings from Gavin's lifts.

The killer tip-toed in here

with Gavin's boots.

Then next...

he carved out

the insole of Gavin's lifts,

and then...
(whistles, pops, whooshes)

popped the battery inside.

And since the boots were
destroyed in the fire,

there's no way of knowing that.

That's some real
Napoleon dynamite.

And you believe
that a billionaire

would risk everything because

another billionaire
called him a nasty name?

The name was a symbol
of something much larger.

His son's respect.

Neal, he thinks of himself
as this self-made man.

And yet his son has no interest
in him or his business.

Instead,
Randy fawned over Gavin,

the man who called
him Snoozer

in front of world leaders
at Davos.

And being in close quarters
with Gavin,

he might've snapped.

We could theorize this
all day long.

We have no evidence.

Go find your missing battery.

(gasps)
Yes!

(laughs)

Oh. Oh, wait.

I don't have any shoes.

That's okay.

MORGAN: That centrifuge needs
to be on the truck today.

Or else, guess what,
I'm not going into space.

And I really want
to go into space!

(Morgan shouting indistinctly)

Do you know how many people
would kill for this job?

Whoa, easy there.
(shrieks)

Whoa.
(chuckles)

Wow.

That was, that was
extraordinary.

I opened a spreadsheet
with my eyes.

That seemed so real.

But also dangerous.

I didn't even know
half this stuff existed.

I think a lot of these
are prototypes.

You know,

if you're gonna test this stuff,

you'll need a spotter.

Okay.

ELSBETH: Whew. 75.
TURLING: Yeah, I see it going up.

Go, go, go. Oh, oh!
(Elsbeth laughing)

Up, up. (grunts)

? Girl, are you a cancer? ?

? 'Cause you make me cry ?

(shrieks)

? When we kiss or ?

? Dance in ?

? The sky. ?

Hey.
Oh.

Didn't want to
interrupt playtime,

but I've got
something for you.

So, since our techs
are still working

on breaking the encryption
on Gavin's phone,

I contacted his
assistants to see

what messages they
received from him.

That's smart.
These guy are very dependent

on their support staff.
Mm-hmm.

And take a look
at this.

That's a text Gavin sent
the morning of the fire.

He had a major tantrum

because his hoverboard
wasn't working.

"Fix this thing
or you're so fired again."

That's our missing battery.
(laughs) Mm-hmm.

Behold the missing battery.
(laughs)

Ta-da!
(hoverboard chimes)

What?

Leak in the hatch?
Affirmative.

Grab the epoxy and the resin
from the toolkit, please.

Doug, release air
from oxygen tank one.

Why don't you get
your son to do it?

Looks like he could use
something to do.

I'm just here
because my dad made me.

Release the air
nice and easy, Doug.

(alert beeping)

Yeah, copy that.

We're running out of time.

Epoxy's in place.

How's that cabin pressure doing?

Better.

Did we do it?

PRITCHARD (over speakers):
Nice work, Rhapso.

Cabin pressure's
been stabilized. (sighs)

(laughs)

Maybe Snoozer knows what
he's doing after all.

You know what?

Don't ever call me
that name again.

That name died with Gavin.
Understand?

Got it... Neal.

See, the nickname
did bother him.

So you think he
caused the fire?

I do.

But why wasn't
the hoverboard working

the morning of the fire
if it wasn't missing a battery?

PRITCHARD (over speakers):
Congratulations, Rhapso.

This marks the successful
completion of the exercise.

(laughs) We did it.

PRITCHARD:
Thanks to Neal, you're cleared.

Nice work.
(Doug laughs)

Good job, Dad.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Well, I mean,

we all worked well together.
Now that Gavin's gone,

things are going
more smoothly, huh?

I guess him
calling you "Snoozer"

just threw you off your game.

You got me.

Maybe it did bother me a little.

Things are going better
with your son now, too.

I'm so glad.

Neal Jr. understands now

that Gavin wasn't worthy
of his respect.

Are you sure that...

It was nice talking to you,
Ms. "Tasconi."

Tascioni.

Right.
It's a common mistake...

Watson thinks Sherlock
needs a break. Ah!

Okay.

Deep breath in.

(inhales deeply)

To train to be
a firefighter,

I thought you just carried 200-
pound dummies on your shoulders.

(laughs)

You-you want me to pick you up?

Because I can.

No. Thank you
for offering.

What I want
is to figure out

which device
is missing a battery.

A lot of these batteries
are interchangeable.

Oh. So they're not specific
to each device.

MORGAN:
My red light mask isn't working.

Yes, I need it
fixed now.

My skin is a disaster after
being in zero gravity.

(both laugh)

Oh. Thank you.

I'll stay.

KAYA:
Your mask isn't working

because the battery's
missing.

It was working fine yesterday.

So you didn't take
the battery out?

The last time I changed
a battery myself

was at summer camp
when I was 12.

I have assistants for that.

So your assistant

would've been the one to put
the battery in the mask?

She set it up.

(gasps) Do you think
that we could

get your assistant's
fingerprints?

I have fingerprints on file
for everyone who works for me,

but my assistant was never here.

All support staff was prohibited
for some stupid reason.

Right. Can you get us
those prints?

Sure, but what could
they possibly prove?

Didn't you
already determine

the hoverboard's battery
isn't missing?

It works now.

(hoverboard chimes)

Because Neal wanted Morgan
to look guilty.

(hoverboard beeps)

Oh, you think Neal took
the battery out of the mask

and put it into
the hoverboard

to hide what he did
and frame Morgan.

She's so sharp.
Where's the evidence?

I got it.
Oh.

Thanks.

Okay, okay.
(clears throat)

Now...

according to our technician,

the prints on this battery
match Morgan's assistant.

But Morgan's assistant
was never here,

so someone else had to place
the battery in there.

Exactly.
WAGNER: Is there another set

of prints in there?

Maybe below the battery?

We're gonna find
that out right now.

Is it stuck?
Um...

Just give me a sec.

(grunts)
WAGNER: Don't you have something

in those tote bags
that might help? (chuckles)

They, uh...
Yeah, actually, I might.

Oh!

What is that?

No idea.

Yeah, I do.

Is that your flight suit?

Are you going?

A buddy working at ProPublica

told me you were right
about Gavin.

Guy was a, um, fracking fraud.

Feels wrong to let
a sellout like that

ruin this opportunity for me.

Yeah.

Yeah!
(both laugh)

But, dude, hey, I'm not working
in paint still, okay?

Seriously.
It's not gonna happen.

Oh, yeah, of course. No prob.

Oh! (laughing)
Hey!

(both laughing)

Final waivers
to be signed.

What now?

The police would like
to acknowledge

that the investigation of
Gavin's death is still open,

and you could be going
to space with a killer.

Sign those, and you'll
be on your way.

Just show me
where to sign.

Oh...

Come on.

I thought these space pens
were indestructible.

WAGNER:
They are...

...if used properly.

But Neal's gold tip
broke off

when he used his

to pry the battery
out of Gavin's hoverboard.

WAGNER:
He then placed the battery into Gavin's shoe lifts

after shaving them down
in the locker room.

What are you talking about?
(laughs)

He wore lifts?
Come on.

This guy, I'm telling you...
You set that fire?

You killed him?
Junior.

And you called
what Gavin did gross?

He had you believing that
he's some kind of divine genius.

I had to do
something.

You could ridicule a man,

but you cannot turn his son
against him.

That isn't right.

You're gonna take a trip now,
Mr. Dorsey,

just not to space.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

I don't get to see you
till the next fire?

Oh, gosh. Um...

Uh, the... Yes. No.

No, because
that's the...

This is the right thing
to do because it's

"too hot not to cool down."

Oh.

That's quite
a statement. (sighs)

Well, I considered
painting the office

a sophisticated gray.

You know,
something professional,

but then I thought

these will be easier
to take with me

if Lieutenant Connor
has his way.

Mm.

Oh, hey.

Look.
It's happening.

Ooh, the space launch.

Following the murder
of billionaire Gavin Morrissey,

the Rhapso Capsule
is finally taking flight.

Later today,
social media entrepreneur

Morgan Lee
will be making history

as the first civilian woman
traveling solo

on an autonomous vehicle.

What happened to Doug?

Oh, he was disinvited after
video of the training leaked.

Now that Gavin's dead,
Doug's the biggest jerk. Oh.

In other news,
famous pop star TruRose

is filing for divorce
from her husband Mark Van Ness.

The star, who married
the sports franchise owner

two years ago has stated

she has legal grounds to nullify
their prenuptial agreement,

and her representatives
want to speak to the lawyers

who handled her husband's
previous divorce.

(sighs)

Sounds messy.

Oof. You must be glad
you're not a lawyer anymore.

Yeah.
(chuckles)

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