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[Bebe Rexha and David Guetta's
"I'm Good [Blue]"]

♪

[crowd cheering, chanting]

♪

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

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

♪

[cheering continues on computer]

- [door opens]
- Phoebe, it's Spirit Week.

What do they say
about all work and no play?

[laughs]

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.
[chuckles]

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.

[dramatic music]

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.

[door closes]

[breathes shakily]

♪

[electronic music]

♪ I need to party

[all cheering]

♪ I need to party

♪ I need to party

[tense music]

♪

[engine turning over]

[all cheering, shouting]

- Oh, my God!
- Someone jumped!

[all shouting]

[dramatic music]

- 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.

[sighs]

♪

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.

[sighs] 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.

♪

[voice breaking]
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?

[knocking on door]

- 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...

[door closes]
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.

[both chuckle]
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...

[sighs]
Kenzie was murdered.

[soft music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- 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?
[chuckles]

- 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.

[dramatic music]

♪

Something tells me
questioning Phillip

is not a good idea right now.

Wait here.

[indistinct chatter]

Let me guess...

another expert
the university is paying

to make us all feel better.

I'm not interested.

Hi, Phillip.

- [sniffles]
- Dr. Mercer.

[grunts softly]
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!
[groans]

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

[dramatic music]

♪

I got it.

[sighs] 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.

[sighs]

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.

[groans] 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.

[all cheering]

[upbeat music fades]

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.

[chuckles]

[quirky music]

♪

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?

[quirky music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

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.

[cell phone ringing]

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.

[dramatic music]

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.

[dramatic music]

♪

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...

[sighs]

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"?
- [sighs]

Yes, we, um...
[sighs]

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.

[cries]

So you staged Kenzie's death

to look like a suicidal jump...
- [sniffles]

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?

[groans softly]

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.

♪

[knocking on door]

♪

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?
- [sighs] 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.

[somber music]

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.

[elevator bell dings]

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.

[dramatic music]

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.

[engine revving]

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.
[sighs]

We have a-a week to move out,

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

And now, poof, gone.

[sniffles]

[somber music]

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.
- [gasps]

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?

[stammers]

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."

[dramatic music]

♪

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.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter over PA]

Looks like your mom's
having a hard time.

[scoffs] 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?

[sighs] 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.
[sniffles]

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

♪

Yeah.

Thanks.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter continues]

♪

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.

[sighing] 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...
[breathing shakily]

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.

[scoffs]

What am I supposed to do?

You carry on...

from where Kenzie left off.

♪

[voice breaking]
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 ♪

[laughter]

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

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