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♪ 'Cause I'm good, yeah,
I'm feeling all right ♪

♪ Baby, I'ma have the best
freakin' night of my life ♪

Phoebe, it's Spirit Week.

What do they say about
all work and no play?

Um, people who prioritize
achievement over enjoyment

tend to report more stress.

At least that's what Dr. Hanel
says about the subject.

Now, I wanted to thank you
for covering my intro class

these past two weeks.

Of course.

I mean, you're
welcome.

Now, after a period
of reflection,

I've come to a decision.

To protect this department
from a prolonged investigation,

I'm resigning.

I'm... I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you.

But, unfortunately,

that means the Armitage
Grant won't be renewed.

Last in means first out.

Now, we can't afford
to keep you on, Phoebe,

effective immediately.

Now, I heard you put in a few
applications in my absence.

Now, that's understandable.

You're... what, you're
looking for your...

How many research
positions have you had?

Uh, t-third. This
will be my third.

That's quite a bit of
department shuffling.

People value loyalty...

especially from their team.

But I'm sure you'll
find a third professor

to take you on and
sign off on your PhD.

After all, you have
such impeccable ethics.

♪ I need to party

♪ I need to party

♪ I need to party

- Oh, my God!
- Someone jumped!

- My God.
- She fell. Is she dead?

Madame Chair.

I'm assuming you know
what happened last night.

Kenzie Williams.

I couldn't believe
it when I heard.

- You knew her?
- Hmm, not well.

She came by during
my office hours

a couple times last semester
to discuss a project.

Her family and her friends,
they must be devastated.

Every suicide is tragic.

But now there have been three
students just this quarter.

And you're concerned
about a contagion?

It happens on college campuses.

One inspires
another and another.

The board is assembling
a crisis-response team.

We would love your help.

I will do everything
I can, Emelia.

Oh, and one more thing...

about Simon, I know you
often involve your RAs

in your investigative work.
- Mm.

But maybe keep my
son out of this one.

Of course.

Thank you.

Hmm.

It smells like Chanel
No. 5 and brimstone.

Was my mother here?
- Um, she was.

The board is afraid that we're
looking at a suicide contagion.

They're determined to prevent
any more loss of life.

And she wants to protect
the university's reputation.

What do you need us to do?

Simon, I need you
to finish data entry

on last week's experiment

on caloric intake and
cognitive function.

Rizwan, you and I...
- Professor, I...

Sorry for interrupting,

but, respectfully, I'd like to
be a part of this assignment.

I think it might be best
for you to sit this one out,

considering your
brother's accident.

Did my mother order
you to bench me?

She requested it.

Respectfully, I'm
requesting the opposite.

Okay.

Then we start by determining

if these deaths
influenced one another.

Contagions affect people who are

geographically, socially,

and psychologically
close to the deceased.

All three students
died on campus.

That's geographic closeness.

I can check their socials,
see if they were connected.

And I'm gonna talk
to the family,

get mental-health history.

Suicide isn't
something you catch.

There's a structural component.

It could be the result of
a shrunken hippocampus,

nonstandard neurotransmitters...
- Sure, but...

It's biology plus high stress.

That's what causes a
person to reach a point

where suicide becomes likely,

not finding out your Facebook
friend jumped off a roof.

Rizwan, can you get my
notes from the printer?

Simon, you all right?

Of course. Why wouldn't I be?

Maybe it's not a good idea for
you to be involved in this.

Professor, I really want to be.

Okay.

Some suicides can't be
prevented, but many can.

I need you both to
do some research

on evidence-based strategies
and best practices.

I need to talk to
Kenzie's father.

I'm so sorry, Norris.

Kenzie's mom
died when she was 13...

kidney failure while
waiting for a transplant.

I had no idea how
to be a girl dad.

Maybe that's why she was
drawn to that sorority.

Lots of students seek out...

pseudo family bonds
in Greek life.

It doesn't mean you were
anything less than a great dad.

Yeah, well...

Me and Kenzie, we, uh... we
pulled through it together.

Kenzie turned her
grief into purpose.

She started volunteering
at the Wylton Hospital.

She even started working
on this ballot initiative

to increase
organ-donor sign-ups.

That's how I met your daughter.

She wanted to know
about my study

on the psychology of donating.

In most states, you have to
opt in for organ donation.

The default is to not donate.

Turns out one of the easiest
ways to get more sign-ups

is to make the default donating.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. You're
that professor?

Oh, man.

Kenzie talked about
you all the time.

Her research into
transplant waiting times

and gathering
petition signatures...

I found it very inspiring.

And she was almost done, too.

Yeah, last week, she, uh...
she dropped off a box of files

at my place because she
was running out of room

at the sorority house.
- She was about to finish?

Oh, yeah, she had almost
all of her signatures.

She was gonna submit
the petition next month.

I looked into it.

The warning signs,
the risk factors...

I didn't see anything.

I
don't understand.

Why would Kenzie
end her own life?

No note, no history
of depression,

no alcohol and drugs, according
to the toxicology report.

Her dad said she had
a recent breakup,

but it was Kenzie's choice,
and she felt good about it.

Maybe she didn't
tell him everything.

But it's more than that.

Abandoning a big,
meaningful project

like a ballot initiative

right when she was
about to complete it...

Kenzie had a goal, a purpose
that was fulfilling her.

Her manner of death
contradicts that.

I hear you.

But Wylton University
is not our jurisdiction,

and the local police already
closed it as a suicide.

That's because two
students recently died

in a similar manner...
it's confirmation bias.

What do you want me to do, Alec?

I would like your unofficial
help taking another look

at Kenzie's death.

I want to help.

But you were the
one that taught me

every data set has its outliers.

People like Kenzie do
take their own lives.

They may not want to burden
people with their pain,

so they carry it themselves

until they can't take
it anymore, right?

Of course it happens.

It's possible that my personal
connection with Kenzie

is leading to some
bias on my part.

But for something that's
important, I need to be sure,

and so does her father.

Okay.

Where do we start?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um, I was on my way home,
thought I'd swing by,

pick Alec's brain about
Duke's psych department.

Oh, Alec isn't here. He's
at the FBI with Marisa.

Well, in that case, maybe
I could ask for your help

with something else?
- Hit me.

Okay, so research suggests
this color gray...

Makes
you look smart.

But this makes you more likable.

So do I want to look smart, or
do I want people to like me?

Research suggests you
asked the wrong girl

about business casual.

Let me see them on.
- Okay.

Okay, yeah, that's... gray.

I think it needs a
little something.

I have an interview
with Duke this week.

Um, they're the only school who
scheduled a meeting with me.

Oh, what about Alec?

After I left the institute, I
can't just ask to come back.

How flighty would that look?

Besides, he already
filled my position.

- How about this?
- Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Alec, the physics don't add up.

If she jumped, she
would have landed here,

closer to the base of the tower.

But instead, she
landed further away.

So she left the
roof with momentum?

Exactly... speed
increases momentum,

but there's not enough space
here to get a running start.

And even if she did, this
would have stopped her.

So that leaves one
explanation... force.

It doesn't look
like Kenzie jumped.

It looks like she was pushed,

which means...

Kenzie was murdered.

- This is really something.
- It is. That's a problem.

Vigils can actually romanticize
suicide and fuel a contagion.

That's why Wylton
prohibited them on campus.

But off campus is another story.

So, uh, look, I just wanted
to apologize about earlier.

Um, that stuff
with my mom was...

Well, you know, my brother...

- What about your brother?
- Oh.

You don't know?

Uh, Gregory Wylton, heir
to the Wylton fortune,

dies after an inebriated fall
at his namesake university

in a fraternity stunt gone awry.

Your brother died...

on campus?

I-I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I just... I don't want
you or the professor

to tiptoe around
me because of that.

Cool?

- Yeah.
- All right.

I spoke to the clock tower's

underground
parking-lot attendant.

Pulled the camera footage, too.

Did you find anything?

Kenzie and whoever
pushed her snuck inside

and dodged all the cameras.

So we're looking for
somebody that's strong enough

to push this young
woman over the ledge,

has access to the clock tower,
and knowledge of the cameras?

Professor Mercer, hi.

I'm Tegan, one of Kenzie's
Gamma Rho Beta sisters.

You're encouraging people to
opt in on organ donations?

That's a meaningful
way to honor Kenzie.

The two of us have already
registered, though.

Oh.

You're Kenzie's sorority sister?

She was my big.

Even took me with her to
volunteer at the hospital

a couple times.

I looked up to Kenzie,

but I guess...

you never know what someone's
really going through.

Phillip, are you okay?

Go to hell, all of you!

- Hey, calm down.
- No, stop.

- Who is that?
- Phillip.

He's on the wrestling
team, and he's Kenzie's ex.

I heard she had
a recent breakup.

Might not have been a bad idea.

Something tells me
questioning Phillip

is not a good idea right now.

Wait here.

Let me guess...

another expert the
university is paying

to make us all feel better.

I'm not interested.

Hi, Phillip.

Dr. Mercer.

It's you, yeah.

I tried getting into your
classes a couple times,

but they always, uh,
filled up too fast.

Mm.

Look, if this is
about Kenzie, I...

Ooh!

- Want me to get that for you?
- I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

I got it.

Thanks.

But you're right... the
university did ask me to help.

But if anyone's an
expert on Kenzie,

it's you.

I saw you at the vigil.

After what the Gamma Rhos
put Kenzie through...

I couldn't stand to
see them sad fishing.

Behavioral scientists call it
sympathy mining, but same idea.

But what exactly did the
Gamma Rhos put Kenzie through?

They bugged her
about everything...

me, her grades, her clothes.

You ever heard of the
two-out-of-three rule?

Mm.

When a sister leaves the house,

they have to meet two out
of three conditions...

cute hair, cute
makeup, cute outfit.

During finals, Kenzie ran
to class in sweatpants

and wet hair, and
they fined her.

Kenzie couldn't
afford to drop a grand

on dresses and handbags, and
I begged her to report them.

Maybe she finally
took my advice.

How so?

Couple days ago, she DM'd me,

asked me to hold on to something

she clearly didn't want to keep

at her own sorority
house anymore.

And I bet you it was a formal
complaint or something.

- You never looked at it?
- She never gave it to me.

She bailed on our meet-up,

and the next thing I
know, I'm at the bonfire,

and she jumps off
the clock tower.

I'm telling you...

the Gamma Rhos
drove her to do t.

What was that
business with the pen?

Benjamin Franklin effect.

When you perform a
favor for someone,

you start to like them more.

It's your brain's way of
justifying doing a favor.

Phillip said he
was at the bonfire.

I think we need to pay a
visit to Gamma Rho Beta.

Did he blame the sorority
for Kenzie's death?

Yes.

I don't know.

I can't imagine a Gamma Rho
pushing a struggling Kenzie

off of the roof.

Squeeze those knees for RushTok.

- They seem pretty capable.
- Let's go!

Sisters are stronger together.

Whoo!

- Gamma Rho Beta!
- Yes!

Phillip might have had a point.

They do seem intense.

That's just your
anti-Greek bias talking.

- Is that a scientific term?
- It should be.

Sororities are philanthropic,
and they form bonds for life.

The Gamma Rhos encouraged
Kenzie to dump Phillip.

That might have
been a good thing.

Sorority sisters look
out for each other.

Just like you and your sorors
looked out for each other.

Pledging AKA was one
of the best things

that I ever did.

They kept you out of trouble.

Sororities always get a bad rap,

but we do a lot of good.

Thank you so much,
Professor Mercer,

for checking in on us.

We all loved Kenzie, and it's
been a pretty tough week.

But whatever we can do to help.
- Anyone hungry?

Fresh out of the oven.

My friend Marisa here is
trying to put together

a timeline of
Kenzie's last hours.

Oh, the police already
asked us about all that.

Yes, but knowing
as much as possible

helps those closest to her
process their grief, so...

Can anyone share anything
about the night Kenzie died?

Well, she came home

from her volunteer
shift at the hospital,

and then she dyed a streak
of Wylton Red in her hair

for Spirit Week

and then went up to her room,

and we were still getting
ready for the bonfire

when we heard about
what happened.

And when did Kenzie leave?

Um...

No one saw her leave?

You ladies are at the top

of Wylton's social
pecking order,

and you won the Panhellenic
Excellence Award

three years in a
row... impressive.

But it also sounds
like a lot of pressure.

Yeah, sorority life
isn't for everyone.

And you all have the
highest average GPA

of all the Greek
houses on campus.

- Hmm.
- That can't be easy.

Sure, Kenzie was stressed.

You know, she had just
broken up with Phillip.

Midterms were coming up,

and she worked long
hours at the hospital.

So we were all trying
to really help her.

Help how?

Oh, you know, just
studying together

and picking up the
slack on house chores...

stuff like that.

Just trying to be a good friend?

Exactly.

Do you mind if I take a look
at Kenzie's room upstairs?

Oh, um, Gamma Rhos only...

house rules, unfortunately.

Well, Summer, my house
letters are FBI, so...

And I'm pre-law.

So, unless you have a warrant,
you're not going upstairs.

Those girls are definitely
hiding something.

Mm-hmm.

So you think the Gamma
Rhos killed Kenzie?

Icing out the
FBI... that's bold.

If you think about it, frats
and sororities are simply

the modern evolution of clans.
- Right.

But in a gorilla troop, we're
talking about first dibs

on a banana or potential mates.

What I'm saying is that
caveman part of our brains

still believes that
membership in the clan

is essential to our survival.

That's why these sisters

have been silently
sticking together,

even in the face
of law enforcement.

Right.

So how do we encourage one of
them to break from the group

and talk to us?

Emelia, I need you to hold off

issuing the university's
press release.

Why?

Kenzie's death wasn't
like the others.

Well, police confirmed
it was a suicide.

Eh, but it wasn't.

Saying Kenzie took her own
life could spark a contagion,

which you've asked me to stop.

Students could die.

I am getting a lot
of pressure, Alec.

People think we are trying
to sweep this under the rug.

Wylton has to speak
to what happened.

That means we need to
know what happened, right?

All right, I will
try and stall it.

But we don't have a lot of time.

Rizwan.

How'd the experiment
go this morning?

Hi, Professor. So,
to determine a way

to pierce the Gamma
Rhos' silence,

we ran a variation of Asch's
Conformity Experiment.

We paid an audience
of shills to say

that a player was in bounds
when he was obviously out.

Remember, if his foot is
touching or over the white,

he's out.

So, Wildcats, tell
me... in or out?

After the shills
claimed it was in,

our test subject felt
pressure to do the same,

proving that most of us
sway to the dominant belief

of the group,

even if we know it's wrong.

Once removed from the group...

she reported the correct answer.

In or out?

We reran it with
multiple variables

to determine the profile of
who we might be able to turn.

In our trials, about
19% of test subjects

went against the herd
in the group setting.

The number jumped to 30%
once we isolated the subject.

Change of scenery
hinting at authority...

in this case, your office...
increased the odds, too.

I can work with that.

Did you find any traits
indicating someone

more likely to break rank?
- So that's the bad news.

Based on our trials,

young women are the
strongest conformists of all.

And if a member of a group
holds high social status,

conformity skyrockets.

Our best hope would be to find

a lower-income Gamma
Rho in her 40s or 50s...

which means we're screwed.

Oh, not necessarily.

Professor, did I
miss the lecture?

Ah.

The idea is to get our
subject outside of Gamma Rho

with a different kind
of authority figure

that might help her open up.

That's the hope, anyway.
- Ah.

So how'd the search warrant go?

Kenzie's room was
clean, too clean.

And the lock on the
drawer was broken.

I think that they took
whatever she had in there.

Mm.

Thanks for meeting us, Cathy.

We wanted to ask you about
the night of Kenzie's death.

It was the usual.

The girls were getting ready.

They were listening
to their music,

and then they all went
to the bonfire party.

Did you say they
went to the bonfire?

I-I heard them get in the car.

I-I tried to stop Summer,
but they were in a hurry.

- Was Kenzie with them?
- Oh...

I-I can't be sure, but, um...

She was the last one
out of the house.

You said you tried to stop her.

Why?

Because they were
drinking. Am I right?

I-I didn't see it, of
course, but I-I suspected.

Aren't you required
to report that?

Those girls, they're
like family to me.

I couldn't turn them in

any more than I could
turn in my own kids.

And besides, Summer was
sober as a judge, and that...

that eased my worries.
- Why is that?

Because she was the one driving.

Your car was extremely clean...

almost as clean
as Kenzie's room.

Cleanliness is a
Gamma Rho tenant.

But you missed something.

We found a strand
of red-dyed hair

in your car.

- So?
- So we tested it.

It was Kenzie's.

Based on your timeline,

before Kenzie fell
from the clock tower...

she was in your car with you.

Nothing to say?

Let me tell you what I see...

what a court of law would see.

You and your sorority sisters
drove up to the clock tower.

You snuck your
way up to the top,

and then you killed Kenzie.

Wait, what?

Okay, we... we pushed
Kenzie off the clock tower,

but I swear we didn't kill her.

We were pre-gaming
for the bonfire party,

and I went to go get Kenzie.

Kenzie? Kenzie?

And she was dead.

Her lips were blue.

And I wanted to call 911.

But then her roommate walked
in and then our treasurer.

And she said that it
looked like an OD.

Are you insane?
Don't call 911.

Why? What am I supposed to do?

We started panicking.

And, of course, why wouldn't we
be panicked when Kenzie was...

was dead and...

She was worried about
getting in trouble

because of the drugs...

which she gave her.

About a month ago,
Kenzie came to me

and asked me for extra help,

and I-I sent her to
the medicine cabinet.

"The medicine cabinet"?

Yes, we, um...

We have a stash.

It's stimulants for studying

and downers for stress
and stuff for weight loss.

It's not anything intense.

Well, if you mix
it with alcohol,

it can get pretty intense.

I know.

I know the risks. I...

Sigma House had to Narcan
someone last month, and...

Oh, God.

This is why we've
been so careful.

This is why nothing has ever
happened like this ever before.

And, listen, we couldn't
bring Kenzie back,

but we also didn't want
to get more in trouble.

And that's why someone had
suggested that we take her

out of the house, and
then someone had the idea

of making it...

Look like she jumped,

just like the
other two suicides.

So you staged Kenzie's death

to look like a suicidal jump...

To avoid homicide charges

because the drugs
came from your house?

We can all agree
there was no intent.

Tox report came back clean.

How did you manage that?

One of us works at the lab.

Name?

Come on, pre-law, you know
the terms of your deal.

Lisa Jackson. S-she's
an intern there.

So is there anything
else about this plan

that we should know?

No. I'm really, really sorry.

Hey,

Thanks for lending
me the necklace.

Oh, sure. No problem.

How did that interview go?

Um, it didn't.

They, uh, ended up
canceling last minute,

and it seems I've
been blacklisted

from every department.

So, at this rate, I'll
turn out like Tobin.

- Tobin?
- Yeah.

He, um... he blew the
whistle on his advisor,

and, well, he never got his PhD.

And now he works at a
movie theater in Duluth.

Okay.

Hey, plenty of people go on

to have successful
lives without PhDs.

But... but you won't
be one of them.

No way that Myers poisoned
every department against you.

Not every department,
but I need a position

that doesn't trigger my anxiety,

and that limits my options.

Isn't that the whole
reason why you transferred

to Myers in the first place?

Did it stop your panic attacks?

I get what you're trying to do,

but no job is gonna
cure your anxiety.

Wherever you go...

there you are.

You're right.

I messed up, Kylie.

I-I tried to run
away from my anxiety,

but I just ran away
from the professor

and the institute, and...

I ruined everything.

Hey.

I get that it feels that way.

But what you do
next is up to you.

Maybe you should stop
trying to outrun yourself.

Even if the Gamma Rhos
didn't kill Kenzie,

they are still being charged
with several crimes...

desecration of a corpse,
reckless endangerment,

obstruction of justice.

I think their poor choices may
have been trauma responses.

Trauma affects
cognitive function.

Not everyone who
finds a dead body

throws it off a roof.
- It's true.

But if you put a bunch
of heads together,

often they'll arrive at
more extreme outcomes

than any individuals
would have on their own.

It's groupthink.
- That's one word for it.

"Dangerous" and "stupid"
are a couple of others.

They started with a desire
to protect each other,

to be loyal.

Those admirable
traits got distorted.

For better or for worse,

they proved their
sorority's motto...

sisters are stronger together.

If what Summer said was true,

Kenzie may have taken
her own life after all.

It's possible, but it's also
possible that the overdose

was accidental.

Whatever happened, her
father deserves answers.

After Summer's confession,

I ordered a tox
screening from our lab.

Kenzie tested positive
for amphetamines.

So she was using
the sorority stash.

But that's not what killed her.

Propofol. That's
a strong sedative.

They did not have that
in the medicine cabinet.

The only place you can
get that is the hospital.

Jenna, you were Kenzie's
volunteer supervisor?

Yes.

I assume volunteers are
restricted from the pharmacy.

We take every measure to
keep all drugs off-limits.

Uh, Patrice is our
dispensing nurse.

Were we short on any propofol
on the last inventory check?

Yeah, we were short
a couple of doses.

I reported it to security,

but I don't know if
they did any follow-up.

Does that happen a
lot... missing drugs?

Despite our efforts, it does.

Usually with students,
it's stimulants,

but sometimes insomniacs
get desperate.

Looking back, there
were a few shifts

where Kenzie seemed
kind of glassy-eyed.

I wish I had said something
to her when I had the chance.

Jenna, can you print out
Kenzie's schedule for me?

Of course, yeah.

Patrice, I'm sensing there's
something you want to share?

Um, Kenzie was
terrified of needles.

She... she fainted when
I gave her her flu shot.

You don't think she
was injecting propofol?

No. No, I don't.

I, uh... I think that
she was selling it.

A week ago, I saw some guy in
the parking lot yelling at her.

He said he paid for it.

Do you have a name for this guy?

No.

All I know is that he
peeled out in a fancy car.

The license plate
said "passing you."

P-A-S-S...

I-N, then the letter U.

Thank you.

Find out anything interesting?

Very. Kenzie had an
intense fear of needles.

I'm starting to think that
someone forcibly injected her.

Well, since there was only
one needle mark on her body,

that makes sense.

Hey, do you think
you can find a driver

with Virginia plates "PASSIN U"?

On it. Why?

'Cause I think he may
have been involved

in Kenzie's death.

Tommy Sharma?

Agent Clark, FBI.

This is Alec Mercer.

Nice collection.

I was in the market for
a luxury car last year,

but I ended up buying
a '68 Karmann Ghia.

Totaled it, though.
It's a long story.

Something I can do for you?

Mr. Sharma, you were seen
arguing with Kenzie Williams

outside of Wylton Hospital.

I don't know who that is.

Oh, her.

I was there visiting
an ill friend,

and that girl, she must have
mistook me for someone else.

Tacrolimus...

that's an anti-rejection
medication.

I used the ointment
after my skin grafts.

The pills are for transplants.
You're an organ recipient.

Why would you hide the reason
you were at the hospital?

It's private
medical information.

And you're a murder suspect.

I can get a warrant,
or you can tell us.

Yes, I had a liver transplant,

but I certainly
didn't kill that girl.

So, unless I'm being
charged, you need to leave.

Tommy Sharma has been on
official Wylton records

for the last 18 months.

But he's not on Kenzie's copies.

We got these records
from her father.

She had transparent wait
lists from the last two years.

His name is not on any of them.

Which means the hospital records

were doctored

after Tommy illegally
bought his way to the top.

It wasn't just Tommy.

I had Rizwan and Simon

compare Kenzie's records
to the hospital's.

They found dozens more who
were illicitly fast-tracked.

Damn.

I'm guessing that Kenzie
caught on to the scheme.

When Patrice overheard Tommy
yelling he paid for it,

he wasn't talking about drugs.

He was talking about
his transplant.

Not the first time a rich elite

paid to skip the line.

That's how Steve Jobs
got his liver, allegedly.

So Kenzie knew too much.

Tommy could probably get
his hands on some propofol,

but the timing suggests that
she was injected in her room.

I just can't see how Tommy
could slip past the Gamma Rhos.

There is someone else who
had motive to kill Kenzie.

The person who put
Tommy on the list.

Whoever killed Kenzie had
access to the transplant lists,

the propofol, and
the Gamma Rho house.

And I think I know
how I can ID them.

Where should we put the
presidents' portraits?

Um, you can put them in
this box right there.

Hi. Thank you.

Thanks.

We have a-a week to move out,

and it's a sisterhood that's
survived almost a century.

And now, poof, gone.

I know that some of
you are facing charges

and your charter
is being revoked.

But your sisterhood...

your sisterhood is not gone.

As an AKA, me and my sorors,

we are still sisters.

Kenzie was your sister.

And I want to believe that
you all cared about her.

Okay...

I want to tell you...

the truth.

Kenzie did not accidentally OD

on drugs from your house.

Kenzie was murdered.

Her killer stole propofol
from the hospital,

went upstairs to
the second floor,

and injected her
with a fatal dose.

Oh, my God.

Now, I need you to
tell me the truth.

You said Gamma Rhos only
on the second floor.

So who went upstairs into
Kenzie's room that night?

Do you guys remember seeing...

Okay, well, it was Spirit Week,

and there were a lot of
pledges here and parents, too.

But we meant it.
- Hey.

We meant it when we said

"only Gamma Rhos on
the second floor."

That includes...

past Gamma Rhos...

I wish I'd said something to
her when I had the chance.

Doesn't it?

Yes.

Kenzie came to you because
you were a Gamma Rho,

a sister she thought
she could trust

to help her find the truth.

Officer?

She must have been so close
to finding out it was you,

but you couldn't find her files.

Her father had them,

and now he gets justice
for his daughter.

Looks like your mom's
having a hard time.

She'll be fine.

Press comes second
nature to her.

Never met a tragedy
she couldn't spin.

You said not to tiptoe,
so I'm not gonna tiptoe.

Why are you so
angry at your mom?

My mother...

she put out that story
about Greg's accident.

She wanted to hide the
truth from everyone...

even me.

What I told you
earlier isn't true.

Between you and me...

my brother didn't die in
a drunken frat accident.

He, um...

He took his own life.

I only found out when I was 17.

I overheard my mom
and my dad arguing.

She still thinks I believe
it was an accident.

I'm sorry, Simon.

Yeah, appreciate it.

I don't want to excuse or
explain your mom's choices,

but maybe selling
it as an accident

wasn't just about
protecting the family name.

Maybe she was trying
to protect you.

I don't know.

I don't, either, but maybe
you should talk to her.

Yeah.

Thanks.

I guess it's a
relief a little bit

to know that she wasn't in
a dark place at the end,

but still...

Yeah.

Still, she's gone.

Yeah.

And I'm still here.

It feels wrong.

Survivor's guilt.

I've experienced that, too.

I mean, I can't imagine what
it's like to lose a child,

but...

I watched my best friend die...

Along with 12 other people.

And at the time...

I wished that I had died, too.

I'm guessing you feel
a little bit of that.

It should have been me.

Now I have nothing, no one left.

What am I supposed to do?

You carry on...

from where Kenzie left off.

How do you mean?

If you're open to it...

I'd like to work with you.

With Kenzie's research
and my connections...

we can finish what she started.

You think we can get that
organ-donor bill passed?

I do.

I do.

And you know what?

We can call it Kenzie's Law.

♪ Yeah, I'm gonna, I'm gonna ♪

♪ I'm gonna come through

♪ You'll never be alone,
I'll be there for you ♪

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there for you

♪ Oh, I'll be there

♪ When you need a little love,
I got a little love to share ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm gonna, I'm gonna,
I'm gonna come through ♪

Solved the case, but
the work isn't over.

I mean, what happens to
Phillip, to the Gamma Rhos?

I've kind of been
kicking around an idea...

well, half an idea.
- Go on.

What if we hosted a
peer-counseling group

here at the institute?

You think the professor
would go for it?

Yes, he would.

And I know exactly the person
that will help you organize it.

Rizwan, Simon,
meet our newest RA.

Phoebe.

♪ You'll never be alone,
I'll be there for you ♪

♪ I'll be there for you,
I'll be there for you ♪

♪ Never be alone, I'll
be there for you ♪