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- You got this, Soph!

- Come on, ref!

- You make it too easy.

Aah!

- Come on!

Back off!

- How's that for easy?

- Lia? Come on, come
on, come on, wake up.

- Oh, my God.

- Somebody go
get help right now.

- Is she okay? What happened?

- Come on, come on,
come on, come on, wake up.

Oh.

Soph, what have you done?

- Tom.
- Professor Mercer.

How'd the Columbia lecture go?

- No one dozed
off, so that's a win.

So how can I help the New
York District Attorney's Office?

- We've got a bit

of a Tonya Harding/
Nancy Kerrigan situation.

Back in their Ivy League
days, Lia, the victim,

broke Soph over
there's collarbone,

ended Soph's Olympic dreams.
- So last night?

- Soph paid Lia
back with interest.

- It sounds like
ancient history.

Why would Soph take revenge now?

- Well, now they both work
in the same investment firm...

Sondock Ficher.

And Lia just beat Soph
out for a promotion,

high-pressure work
environment, old resentments.

- Tom, people get
hurt playing hockey.

Sometimes they even die.

If you hate someone and
you kill them during the game,

does that make it murder?

- Well, that's why you're here.

A bit of an irrational
question, isn't it?

- You got my attention.

- All I ask is an
honest assessment.

- Hmm.

Do you mind if I ask
how you're feeling?

- I haven't slept.

They won't let me
leave this stupid rink.

This is all insane.

- Well, a woman is dead.

We need to figure
out how that happened.

- What you're trying to
do is get me for murder.

But in hockey, injuries
happen all the time.

It's just the way
the game's played.

- The difference is Lia is dead.

And if you were trying
to hurt her, that's intent.

- It was an accident.

Finally.

Um, my firm sent over a
lawyer and a crisis manager.

You should probably
go talk to them.

- A crisis manager...
you mean a fixer?

- Alec.

What a lovely surprise.
- Rose.

- Let me guess, you're
working for the DA.

- I'm sorry. Do you
two know each other?

- We've worked on a
few cases together, yes.

- Although on this one,

it appears we'll be
on opposite sides.

- All right, everybody.

Welcome to Outside the
Beltway's semiannual Codeathon.

Today's theme is encryption.

- Pink Potentate's in the house.

Guess I better up my game.

- It's good to have goals.

- First person to
create an airtight lockup

for the data on your
screen wins $1,000.

Starts in three, two, one, go.

- I'm sorry, Alec.

I should have called you
the moment I got back.

- It's all right. It's just not
how I imagined our reunion.

Uh, you all right?

Last time I saw you...

I was far from my best.

But I've had time to
recover and reflect.

I'm well.

Sadly, though, our real
reunion will have to wait,

seeing as how we're at
odds here professionally.

- Right. When you're on
a case, you play to win.

- My clients don't
pay me to lose.

- Uh, wait, what time did
Sondock Ficher call you?

- A little before midnight. Why?

- Because when I saw you,

I assumed that you were
brought in, at least partly,

to neutralize me.

But Tom didn't call
me till almost 12:30.

- In other words, your
ADA friend called you in

to neutralize me.

Hmm.

- You're right. I called you
in once I heard the defense

was bringing in Rose Dinshaw.

- You knew I was in
a relationship with her.

I ought to recuse.
- Hear me out.

I had planned to
call you anyway.

The fact that she was brought
on just sped up the urgency.

- I got to say, Tom,
it feels personal.

- Yeah, well, maybe it is.

Look, Lia was a middle-class kid

who worked for
everything she got, like us.

And then on the other side,
you've got Soph Rawlings.

- Who's showing no remorse.

- I don't think
she's capable of it.

Look, her family is loaded.

Her dad's a real
estate developer

who's made sure that Soph
never has to face the consequences

of her actions.

Look, Professor, I can't
win this case without you.

And Soph... Soph
is guilty. I know it.

- You said you think the
motive was a dispute at work.

- Yeah. The firm they
work at is a shark tank.

- Well, then I guess
I better dive in.

- Pressure makes diamonds.

Sure, Soph and Lia were
at each other's throat,

but it was a plus.

They pushed each other.
They made each other better.

- Mr. Mahoney?

- Except now one
of them is dead.

- Which is a tragedy, but
hockey is a violent game.

Now, can we just clear up
this whole murder nonsense

so Soph can get back to work?

- What Bruce is saying
in his own special way

is that we are all devastated
about what happened to Lia,

but they can't possibly hold
Soph criminally responsible.

- You just promoted Lia.

I'd think you'd want to get to
the truth of what happened.

- I loved Lia.

We just celebrated her promotion

over dinner a few nights ago.

I mentored both of them.

And Soph can be
intense, but murder?

- So how did Soph take Lia
getting promoted over her?

- Uh, we have a strict
no-snowflake policy.

People here don't whine
if things don't go their way.

They work harder.

- Joy, I feel like
there's something

you're not telling me.

- Soph didn't exactly whine,

but after the promotion
was announced,

she did say that
she would get Lia.

- Oh, come on, that's
just locker room talk.

Look, you spend an
hour out in the bullpen,

you'll hear worse
than that, believe me.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

trading is about
to close in Paris.

I'll leave you in
Joy's capable hands.

Hey, Cass, another
espresso, pronto.

- Is there anyone else here

who might have insight into
Soph and Lia's relationship?

- Here? No. Bruce is right.

Nobody's crying
in the ladies' room.

You might want to talk to,
um, Lia's boyfriend, Zane.

He's an actor/waiter.

Don't ask me what
she saw in him.

But if she felt
threatened by Soph,

he would be the one
person she would have told.

Done.

- What?
- How'd you do that so fast?

- Are you kidding?

- All right, if everything
checks out, Kylie's our winner.

- Damn it.
- No way.

- Check for yourself.

- Hmm.

- Just don't drop any
tears on my keyboard.

- Oh, judgment, thou
art fled to brutish beasts.

And men have lost their reason!

Bear with me.

My heart is in the
coffin there with Caesar.

- Yeah, come on in.

- Zane?
- Uh-huh.

- I'm Alec. I'm a director at
American Repertory Theater.

Your performance
tonight, it blew me away.

- You know, this
is really something,

because first it was a Broadway
producer and now a director.

Nice. Here, please.

- Rose, my producing partner.

So you made it after all.

Wonderful.
- Oh.

- Now we can both
talk to Zane together.

- Well, I had hoped that I
could talk to him on my own.

But, uh,
since you're here,

Alec and I are mounting
a stage production

of "A Streetcar Named Desire."

We're looking for someone
fresh to play Stanley Kowalski.

Your Mark Antony tonight...

- Was so real,
charged with grief.

I'd love to know where
that...

Came from.
- Mm.

Honestly, I've...

I've had a really bad week.

But I'd rather not talk
about it, i-if that's okay.

- Alec is an artist, like you.

He needs to know
you as an artist.

- My girlfriend just
died playing hockey.

- I'm so sorry. That
was your girlfriend.

I read about that.

Didn't they arrest
another player?

- Yeah, Soph Rawlings.

She hated Lia.

- But it was just
an accident, right?

- I guess.

But, honestly,

I blame Bex, Lia's goalie,
and the league medic.

And she should have
stopped Lia's bleeding,

but she didn't.

- It's normal in
situations like this

to look for someone to blame

for your grief and your sadness.

I learned that
researching "Hamlet."

- See, now, if you ask me,

Bex is just trying
to get out of paying

Lia back what she owed her.

- Bex owed Lia money?

- $85,000.

Hey, girl.

You wanted to see me?
- Yeah.

Uh, there was a
ransomware attack

in Delaware this morning.

Someone flooded a big insurance
company's computer screens

with cat memes,
encrypted their data,

and forced them to
pay a $100,000 ransom.

All right,
yeah, I heard about that.

But you want me to
help you find the hacker?

- FBI techs already
found the hacker's name

hidden in the code.

- You look worried.

- It's signed "Pink Potentate."

- That's me.
- I know.

But I also know you would
never do anything like this.

So what is going on?

- I wrote this at a codeathon.

Damn, that's messed
up. Someone stole it.

- Whoever it is compromised

a lot of innocent
people's personal data.

And whether it was by
design or just careless,

they made you
look like the culprit.

I took this case
to get ahead of it.

But the best way to protect
you is to find the real hacker.

- I just got the results
from an experiment

I had my team run.

Rizwan and Simon got
people to play board games

to ramp up their
competitiveness.

The winner gets $100.
- I want to be the dog.

- That's right. Pay the man.

- Two.
- You owe me $200.

- This is total crap!

- Hey, there. Easy, tiger.

- Then we put them in go-karts.

- Go!

- The people that were
primed for competition

were 50% more aggressive.

One outlier even became violent.

In an exit interview,

she said that she was
cheated in the board game.

- Soph was competitive.
She felt cheated.

You think that made her
more violent with Lia on the ice.

- It's suggestive.

And it backs Tom's
pursuit of murder, too.

- Except we have a new
suspect. That's why we're here.

- Anything Bex did would
have been opportunistic.

She was not the
one that attacked Lia.

That's still Soph.

You really don't like to lose.
- Uh, point taken.

But we need to be sure
that our competitiveness

doesn't lead to
unnecessary aggression.

- And what about
necessary aggression?

- We both want the
truth. Let's focus on that.

- Hey.

Aren't you two
working on Lia's case?

I've been hoping to talk
to someone about that.

- I'm not like those other girls

in their cushy Wall Street gigs.

For me, it's hockey.

I coach, work the
rink, sharpen skates,

and I goalie for, like, three
of these Richie Rich teams.

- But you don't mind
taking their money?

I need
it. They've got it.

- Like with Lia?

We know you owe
Lia a lot of money.

She paid the back taxes
on your mother's house.

- Wait, you think I
let Lia die for money?

Are you for real?

- That anger of yours is
covering up for something.

And if I had to guess,
I'd say it was guilt.

- Or it could be fear, shame.

And whatever it is, it won't
go away until you talk about it.

- Remember, you
wanted to talk to us.

So say what you have to say.

- I've treated dozens
of cuts like Lia's.

But this time, I couldn't
stop the bleeding.

I wanted to save Lia. I tried.

But there was so much blood.

What if I messed up?

Tell me what I did wrong.

- This isn't how I imagined
my first undercover FBI mission.

- You're going to do great.

- I just wish I didn't
feel like such a narc.

- Remember, intentionally
or not, someone framed you.

Now go make them pay.

- Kylie.
- Hey.

- There she is.
- You're paying, right?

- What are you doing?
- Can you believe this guy?

He's been recording
his footprinting in Excel.

- Hmm.
- What is this, 2010?

- Please, your entire
footprinting log is,

"Can't get in. Too hard."

- Oh!

Hey, speaking of logs,

have any of you been tracking
that insurance-company hack?

Because I tried
to find a breach log

or a victory dance online, and
all the usual sites are empty.

- I have not been
paying attention.

- I have. Whoever did it
has been playing it close.

- Well, they should be
flexing. It was hilarious...

using cat memes
to block the monitors

while they totally
lock down their data.

Chef's kiss.

- Yeah, but it could
have caused a lot of harm,

I mean, all that client data.

- No more harm than
insurance companies already do.

I mean, they kept their
passwords in a spreadsheet

labeled "Passwords."

They deserve what they got.

- Now, that's someone
worth looking into.

- Okay. Thank you.

No ME report yet,

but I did get through
to Lia's parents.

They say they didn't know
of any underlying condition

that could have
caused her to bleed out.

Nothing on
her socials either...

no hospital visits,
no mention of doctors.

Thank you, by the way.

You've been very
patient with me...

not a single question
about what happened to us...

how we left off.

- I am worried about you.

You went through hell,
and then you just ran off.

- I just needed time

to sort through
everything that happened

and how I felt
about it on my own.

- And?

Are you feeling sorted?

- Nearly.

- Medical examiner's
report just came in.

Lia tested positive
for very high levels

of warfarin.

That's a blood thinner.

She had no prescriptions,
no conditions that required it.

- Warfarin isn't just
used as medicine.

It's also an active
ingredient in rat poison.

It kills by making
them bleed out,

the same way Lia did,

which means Lia didn't
just die from Soph's cut.

- Someone was poisoning her.

- Good night. Get home safe.

- Hey, you got a sec?
- Yeah, what's up?

- It's about that
insurance-company hack.

- Are you still on that?

- Yes, I am...

because the hacker used
my encryption program

in the ransomware.

- S-seriously?

It's a compliment,
if you think about it.

If you're going to steal from
someone, steal from the best.

- Sounds like she
might be our person.

- Hold on.

- Is that a mic?

Are you recording me?

- I was, but I'm not now.

- What the hell, Ky?

Are you working with
your brother, with the Feds?

- I am contracting with the FBI.

- Wow.
- It's my new job.

See, right now I'm trying to
bust whoever stole my code

and is using it as ransomware.

- So you're coming at me?
- Well, it was your codeathon.

You had access to
my encryption program.

I mean, come on, Angelique,

you didn't even bother
to take my signature out.

- Oh, I took it out.

- No, it was still
in the ransomware.

- Yeah, well, that wasn't me.

But I did crib off your code.

I took pieces of it,
erased your signature,

incorporated it
into an assignment,

and turned it into my work.

- So you passed off
my code as your own?

- I'm sorry, but I was
under a lot of pressure.

And I would never give your
code to a Fortune 500 company

and then use it for a hack.

- So you're saying I
got ripped off twice.

- NYPD is checking the
hockey rink, locker room,

Lia's office, Soph's place,
and Lia and Zane's apartment.

If there's poison,
they'll find it.

- But the warfarin
in Lia's blood

is enough to clear Soph, right?

- If Soph is innocent,
we'll figure that out.

Either way, we
follow the evidence.

- What the hell is
with you people?

- Soph?

- I just spent an hour
talking to a detective.

And now my lawyer says that
you searched my condo for poison.

You think that I poisoned
Lia and then cut her?

I'm not a monster.
- Soph, this isn't helping.

- No, poison means that
someone else was trying to kill Lia,

and I am innocent.

- Did you ever consider that
maybe it's your lack of remorse

that's keeping you a suspect?
- You don't think I'm sorry?

That's your problem?

Of course I am sorry.

Yes, okay, Lia and I had beef.

But we were
actually friends once.

I am not who you think I am.

- I think you're human.

As for the rest,
we're figuring it out.

You should listen to
Rose. Let her handle this.

- Okay.

I'll go.

But whoever poisoned Lia hated
her way more than I ever did.

You should probably
be looking for that person.

It's Forensics.

They found warfarin-based
rat poison in Lia's yogurt

and in Zane's walk-in closet.

- You said "follow
the evidence."

It seems like it
leads right to Zane.

- So you're okay with
what Angelique did?

- I mean, I don't
love it, but it happens.

And it does sort of
prove her innocence.

- Well, you still shouldn't
have took off the wire.

- I didn't feel right
recording her.

- Well, you did get
her to cooperate,

and she seems
to be in the clear.

But before you give me
those I-told-you-so eyes,

you should know the hacker
struck again this morning...

a payday lender in Texas.

We need to stop this.

And I have someone who
might give us some insight.

- Phoebe.

- Thanks for coming, Phoebe.
- Happy to help.

I've been missing this not
working for the professor.

Here. Um, but,
first, I should say,

I'm not entirely
comfortable with profiling.

Alec's proven it can
wander into pseudoscience.

- Suspect profiles
can be problematic.

But at times, I
find them helpful.

- Because of the Barnum effect.

Police retroactively
reinterpret profiles

to fit the person they arrest.

But if you base a profile
on hard data, statistics,

it can be less fakey.

- Really selling it there, girl.

- Statistics, then.

- Statistically, your hacker
is most likely male, white,

above average in intelligence,

and in his late
20s to early 30s.

- Well, that just about
describes everyone

in our group, except
me and Angelique.

- Also, the fact that the
hacker was sloppy enough

to leave in your signature

implies he's not an
expert programmer.

He probably built his hack
using other people's tools,

stolen or found online.

- He's a skiddie...
a script kiddie.

Skiddies are hackers who
use plug-and-play code.

Anything else?

- Now we're getting
into speculation,

but studies show that
online video game cheaters

don't just want to win.

They want a claim, for other
people to see them as skilled,

even if they didn't earn it.

There could be parallels,

which means I might
have a way to identify him.

Hey, can I ask you something?

- Well, I do owe you one
for the pseudoscience.

If someone above you
in a position of authority

was doing something wrong

but reporting it could
get you in trouble,

what would you do?

- You're asking me that?

I went after my FBI mentor
and a sitting U.S. senator.

You know that.

I don't think you're
looking for advice.

I think you're looking
for permission.

- Maybe.

But what if I'm not
as badass as you?

- Is the person you're talking
about a mass murderer?

- No, a plagiarist.

- Well, then I think
you can handle it.

But I'm here if
you need anything.

- This is crazy.

It's crazy. I-I love Lia.

Why would I poison her?

- This isn't looking good, Zane.

- I'd poison myself if it
would bring her back.

- A little over the top, right?

I mean, he meant for
that rat poison to kill her.

And if she'd eaten the rest
of that yogurt, it would have.

- I'm not so sure this is Zane.

Look at the way this rat
poison was left behind...

barely hidden, on its
side, at an off angle.

But I don't think Zane's capable

of leaving the poison that way.

In his dressing room,

he lined his script just so.

Look at his walk-in closet...

shoes perfectly lined,

clothes organized by color.

Zane has OCD.

- So he couldn't have tolerated

leaving the rat
poison like that.

He would have felt
compelled to align it.

- Lia did call Zane a
neat freak in their texts.

I mean, they joked about it.

- I'd like to pin this on
Zane. It would help my client.

But I don't think he did it.

You mentioned Lia's
texts. Can we see them?

- Uh, we're still
processing the evidence.

- You don't want to share
with Soph's team yet.

But this is a wider
investigation now.

If you still want my help,

you have to give full
access... to both of us.

- My word, Lia
sent a lot of texts.

It's as if she were trying
to author "War and Peace"

five words at a time.
- Texts are easy to write.

They're short,
emotionally distant.

They're perfect for a generation

with diminished attention spans.

- Gen X hath spoken.

Look at this.

Lia texted a friend
back home complaining

that someone was harassing
her at work... no name.

She called him Squidward.

- Like the octopus
from "SpongeBob."

I get it... all hands.

- These texts get dark.

In this one,

when she finally threatens
to report Squidward to HR,

she wrote, "He said
he would end me,"

here, all in caps...
a death threat.

- Maybe.

So who's Squidward?

- Sadly, Squidward
could be a lot of people.

This firm is a boys' club,

and the boys take
care of their own.

- Is that what you said to Lia
when she complained to you?

If she
said anything to me,

I would have told her that even
when HR listens, which is rare,

men like Squidward
only get slaps on the wrist.

Nothing changes.

- You tried to be
a mentor to Lia.

You gave her your best
advice in a bad situation.

It's not your fault
if she didn't listen.

- You're saying that maybe Lia
went to HR despite my advice...

or threatened
Squidward that she would.

- And now she's dead.

Tell us his name, Joy.

- Did I ask Lia out?
Sure. Why wouldn't I?

I'm divorced. She
was a beautiful woman.

But when she said she
wasn't interested, I backed off.

It's no biggie.

- It is so easy to overstep
with this younger generation.

Believe me, as a
college professor,

I run into it all the time.
- Exactly.

I mean, you flirt a little,
and they want to cancel you.

- Lia threatened to go to HR.

- Yeah.

I got a little heated, but I
know when to cut my losses.

You're barking at
the wrong caveman.

- You're using something
called the contrast effect...

admitting to a lesser wrongdoing

to deflect from a
larger transgression.

- Except in this
case, it's true.

HR let me off with
a stern talking-to,

and Lia dropped it.

And if you don't believe me...

Check for yourself.

- These are Lia's
company emails,

not to mention her
corporate credit card charges

and calendar app.

Why didn't you turn
these over before?

- Mm, according to our lawyers,

monitoring my employees'
computer activity

is a, uh, legal gray area.

- Lia booked ride shares
to the same address

three times in the weeks
leading to her death.

Her calendar says she was
meeting someone named TW...

initials only.

- Where did the
two of them meet?

Karaoke... I love it.

- I wouldn't have pegged
you for a karaoke aficionado.

- I did work undercover as
a lounge singer in Nairobi.

- Let's talk to the bartender,

see if he can tell us who TW is.

- No need.

Let me show you
another spy trick.

- Spy trick.

- Sign-in sheet, please.

Sometimes the simplest
plans are the best.

According to her calendar app,

Lia was here two
nights before she died.

Here's a TW from
that very night.

- Trevor Whitman,
"Highway to Hell."

- I know a Trevor Whitman...

a financial reporter for "The
Times," a real muckraker.

If he was meeting with Lia in
secret, something was afoot.

- We need to find
out what it was.

- Bam!

Eduardo Silva,

aka DevilMaker333.

This is the guy who did
our ransomware attacks.

- You found him?
- Damn right I did.

Now, bask in the Kylie.

- Wait.

You think the hacker was
some guy from Argentina?

- That's right.

Give someone else credit,
make the real hacker jealous.

- This isn't just some
guy from Argentina.

The company's
firewalls were breached

the same way DevilMaker
hacked Pravda last year.

- IoT exploit?
- Yeah.

He used the company's
AC Wi-Fi controls.

I mean, that is next level.

This guy was already top tier,

but this is going to
make him a legend.

- There's no way
this is DevilMaker.

- I have a stack of evidence,
honey, that says it was.

- Well, then your
evidence is bull,

'cause I know for
a fact, it wasn't him.

- Jared, chill out.

- I am chill.

I am just not letting
her give all the credit

to some overrated glory hound.

Okay, answer me this...
if this is DevilMaker,

how does he access
the AC system?

One's in Texas.
One's in Delaware.

Guy's in Argentina?

- I don't know. Maybe
he has an accomplice.

- Oh, so now your
legend needs help.

No, this is a one-man op.

Whoever did this
got into the factory

where they make the AC
units, compromised them,

and waited for
them to be installed.

That's genius.

- None of those
details are public.

And those AC units are
made 50 miles from here.

- That doesn't make any sense.

The encryption code was
date-stamped a few days ago.

- That's the beauty of it...

because once the hacker
controls the AC Wi-Fi,

he can slip into those
company computers anytime.

Bam!

- Wow, Jared.

You got all this sussed out.

I mean, if your coding
skills weren't so basic,

I would assume that
you were the hacker.

- "Basic"?

When this is DevilMaker,
you think it's top tier.

Now that it's me, I'm basic?

I
just... I got to go.

- Hey, uh, Jared.

You forgot your evidence.

- Nicely done. Let's get him.

- Lia reached out,

said she thought someone
at her firm was embezzling,

but she didn't want
to name names.

She was afraid of blowback.

- Fits the corporate culture.

- I sniffed around to see if I
could confirm her suspicions.

There were signs,
but no hard evidence.

A few days ago, Lia
agreed to do some digging

in the company records.

- And then she died.

- I guess I want to
believe her death

didn't have anything to do
with our investigation or with me.

- Because you didn't
want to feel responsible,

which is very human.

- It sounds like Lia
suspected someone specific.

Did she give you any hints
on the embezzler's identity?

- Just that whoever it was
felt cheated by the company

and that they planned
to flee the country.

- You said the
killer felt cheated.

One funny thing
about experiments

is sometimes the
results don't mean much,

until they do, like
our violent outlier.

I think I know who murdered Lia.

Now we have to prove it.

- Hey, Angelique...

thank you for not
tipping off Jared

when he was in the
middle of his confession.

I really appreciate that.

- I only kept my mouth
shut because I was afraid

you'd arrest me for
"accomplicing" or whatever.

That's what you Feds do, right?

- Wait, Jared was
committing serious crimes.

He had to be stopped.

- Maybe...

but not by one of us.

- What are you two doing here?

- We have an update on the case.

- So...

Lia was poisoned
by an embezzler?

And if I hadn't cut her,

she would have died anyway.

Why do I still feel so guilty?

- Because, Soph,
you're not a sociopath,

which is why I
have hope for you.

That said, you were
reckless and violent.

- Look, I, uh...

I never meant for Lia to die.

But...

I definitely meant to hurt her.

What am I supposed
to do about that?

- You try to balance the scales.

You can't make it up to Lia,
so you make it up to the world.

- How?

- Soph, so good
to have you back.

And Rose.

Since the both of you are here,

I'm assuming Rose has helped
put all of your unpleasantness

behind you.

- Well, it's not
entirely behind me.

- Unfortunately,

the investigation into
Lia's death has shifted.

The police think someone
here at the firm was embezzling.

- That's terrible.

- Don't bother.

Soph and I looked into it.

We know you've been
skimming... almost $10 million.

- Got to say, you
hid your tracks well.

Only an insider could
have found what you did,

like me or Lia.

You've already handled her.

- Careful.

- You don't need to threaten me.

Rose and I are
here with an offer.

- I am a fixer, after all.

And I was hired to protect
Soph's best interests

and the firm's.

So Soph's father has agreed
to pay back what you stole,

make the firm whole,

and he will lend
you the family jet

to take you to wherever
your money's waiting.

- Speaking of your money,

since $10 million doesn't
really go as far as it used to,

my father will double it.

- And in return?

- When you get
where you're going,

you admit you poisoned Lia,

take sole responsibility
for her death,

and make it clear that
Soph was not involved.

I'm sure you're headed to
a non-extradition country,

so it won't do you any harm.

- And Soph is off the hook.

- Well, people like
me don't go to jail.

We just go to the ATM.

- A private jet would
solve a lot of problems,

but I-I don't know.

- Soph's father is
prepared to give you

a 25% down
payment... $2.5 million.

Just enter the account
number where he can send it.

- Cyprus... gorgeous beaches.

- Joy Laslen,
you're under arrest

for embezzlement and murder.

- You set me up.

- Haven't you heard?
I'm a terrible person.

- I'm impressed, but how
did you know it was Joy?

- An experiment.

My staff used a board game

to prime subjects
for competition,

then tested for aggression.

One outlier got
especially violent.

- All because she felt
cheated in the game.

Joy's been here
longer than Bruce

and has less to show for it.

- And that primed her to
be an aggressive outlier, too.

Then there was
these bookshelves.

They looked bare, until I
noticed the dust patterns

where her mementos used to be.

She was packing to leave.

- Zane confirmed that Joy
and Lia's celebratory dinner

was at their apartment.

So Joy did have access

to Lia's yogurt
and Zane's closet.

- All of which is
circumstantial.

- Which is why we got
Soph to seal the deal.

- I need a minute. Excuse me.

Hey, Soph.

How you feeling now?
- Glad I could help with Joy.

But I can't stop
thinking about Lia.

Our lives were
tangled up for so long.

And after Lia broke
my collarbone...

she tried to work
it out with me.

And I ignored her.

And I made it worse.

And I would do anything
to take that back.

Redemption doesn't
come in a single act.

You went down the
wrong path, step by step.

You have to walk the
right one the same way.

- The DA's office
offered me a deal.

- Hmm.

- I'm going to plead
guilty to assault.

- Ah.

- In that moment,
I meant to hurt her,

but I never wanted her to die.

- I'm glad to hear that.

Becoming a better
person is hard work.

But you're off to a good start.

Thank you.

I'm trying.

- Kylie, I know that
that coding group

meant a lot to you.
- I did what I had to do.

I doubt that Angelique
will ever invite me

to one of her events again.

- I had a friend once... Lorna.

We promised that
we were going to be

each other's maids of honor.

But she really liked to party,

and her drugs of choice
weren't always legal.

So, when I joined the FBI,

we stopped hanging out.

And when she got married...

she didn't even invite me.

Working in law
enforcement, oof...

it has its cost.

- This really sucks.

I...

I thought they were
my friends, you know?

- Well, you still have me.

- You're here.

- You have some things
you want to talk about,

and I don't want to
do that over the phone.

- It might have
been easier that way.

- Maybe I don't want
to make it easier.

I know conflict
avoidance when I see it.

- I've thought about
this a great deal, and...

What haunts me...

Is this image...

of you...

With a gun pointed at
your head because of me.

- This is the breakup speech.

It's the only
way to protect you.

- You know, after I survived
that bomb all those years ago,

I realized that...

every day since is a win.

So you don't have to protect me.

I'm living on stolen time.

And I want to spend that time

doing what I'm passionate
about with people that I...

- Feel passionately about.

- Care deeply for.

You're haunted...

by images of me
with a gun to my head.

I saw you in the same situation,

and I realized,

I don't want to
lose Rose Dinshaw.

- And I can't bear losing you...

which is the problem.

It's not safe to be with me.

And if I don't run now,

I don't think I ever will...

Because I don't
want this to end.

- Then don't end it.

Stay.

Mm.

- It appears...

I'm still here.

- Good.

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