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JAMESON: I have no comment.

Now, I'm happy to talk about
marriage and equality.

I'm happy to talk about
tax incentives for
small businesses.

But I refuse to talk about
these baseless allegations.

Yes. According to
my anonymous source,

Congressman Jameson
had an extra-marital affair

with a 26-year-old campaign
staffer, Caitlin Coyne.

He, of course,
denies the affair.

We'll see how this evolves
when I sit down for
an exclusive live interview

tomorrow night
with the alleged mistress.

(GUNSHOT)

Taxi for two boys!

(SIGHS)

Whoa, what is going on?

The boys have "guess-
what-I-am" presentation
in science class today.

Guess when I found out?

Today.

A tumor?

Octopus.

Mmm.

Well...

-Not even gonna guess.
-Hedgehog.

-Huh...
-I know.

Mom fail. They're gonna
repossess my PTA card.

Uh, okay. So this might not be
the best time to
ask you this, but...

No. No, no, no.
It's my day off,

and I have a spa Groupon
that expires today.

All right.
But this is a big one.

This is the Jameson scandal.

Does anyone even consider a
politician cheating on
his wife a scandal anymore?

-No.
-Where's the water bottles?

-Affair hasn't even
been confirmed.
-Oh.

Did you run that spin
in cheaty husband camp?

Jameson himself was down at
1 Police Plaza this morning,

says he didn't do it.

Oh! Guy says he didn't cheat
and you believe him.
Who are you? Me?

The commissioner
thinks this might be
a setup for extortion.

Campaign is in our precinct
so we caught the case.

Now, I need you
to follow the staffer.

Ah. Two words.
"Spa" and "day."

Laura.
You are my best detective.

You've got skills
that I just don't have.

-Oh, please.
-Okay, fine.

You can follow her
into the bathroom. I can't.

You know who else has
that super special ability

to follow a woman
into a bathroom?

Any woman.

Even Meredith qualifies.

Nicholas, where is the
sight word test?
I know that I signed it.

NICHOLAS AND HARRISON:
The hamster ate it.

LAURA: The hamster
died six weeks ago,
thanks for noticing.

-I will take care of the boys.
-(SIGHS)

Look, I need you
on this one.

You're my best detective.

You say that like
it's a good thing.

(REPORTERS SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY)

Hello, Caitlin.

-FEMALE REPORTER: Caitlin!
-MALE REPORTER:
Tell us what's going on?

MALE REPORTER 2:
Caitlin, over here!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MALE REPORTER 3:
We're live! We're live,
right now!

C'mon, Caitlin!

Gonna get stuck on a train
with wall-to-wall paparazzi.

Dumb move, Caitlin.

Unless...

Oh, yes, you did.

Not so dumb after all.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

-MAN: This is it!
-Welcome to The Hunger Games.

(CUSTOMERS CHATTING
INDISTINCTLY)

-This is my rack.
-Oh, which piece?

All of it.

-You can't do that.
-Yes, I can.

One, two, three. Called it.

This woman's hoarding!

Wait, no, no, no, wait.
No, this is my rack.

No, wait. Hold it.

Whoa. Hey, whoa, back off.

Oh, my gosh. Okay. Man down.

(WOMEN EXCLAIMING)

I called it.

Nice get.

Eh, you take it.

I love the color, but,

I haven't done the spaghetti
straps since

my wardrobe
malfunction at prom.

Think it will go with my cape?

-I think it's a nightgown.
-I know it's a nightgown.

-(CHUCKLES)
Sorry, I'm being too...
-Honest?

No, I love it.
It doesn't happen too often.

And especially
at a sample sale.

Yeah.

Honesty hasn't been
my strong suit lately.

But at some point,

(SIGHS)

I gotta face the music.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

-JAKE: What do you got?
-New skirt, 60% off.

I also just had
a moment with her.

She seemed nice,
not very Paula Jones-y.

Doesn't mean she's not.

LAURA: Wait. She's been
standing there too long.

This might be a meet-up.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Someone call an ambulance!

(INAUDIBLE)

Hold on! Caitlin?

Stay with me.

MAN: Guys, get back!

LAURA: She looked nervous.

I don't think she had any idea
that her life was in danger.

I was right there.

I mean, right there.

Wasn't your fault, all right?

Detective, Detective, hi.

Hey, so, Caitlin Coyne,
died in your arms.
Can I ask you some questions?

No, but you can answer one.

Who was your source
on the Jameson story?

You think I'm gonna give up
a confidential source?

When it can be a murder
suspect, hell, yeah.

You ever heard
of obstruction of justice?

Hell yeah. You ever heard of
the journalist's shield law?

Start talking or move on.

There was a single shot to the
chest fired at close range.

They probably used a silencer.

The tech said they found the
shell casing 10 feet
from the body.

Well, at least the shooter
chose the most surveilled
spot in all of New York City.

So we just need to get a
warrant on every camera

that even thinks about
looking in this direction.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

Got her home address.
I'll go check out her place.

-I'm gonna go talk to the
congressman.
-All right.

None of this makes any sense.

All the rumors, now this?

By this, you mean your
mistress being shot dead
in Times Square?

-Alleged mistress.
-Are you his lawyer?

Any objection to me
asking about an alibi?

I was at a pancake breakfast
at the Children's
Initiative all morning.

Maybe you didn't pull the
trigger yourself,
but call me crazy,

it sure does look bad that
the one person who could
verify the adultery rumors

-winds up dead.
-You got this all wrong.

Caitlin was the one person who
could have cleared my name.

Well, now she can't. She's
conveniently in the morgue.

I didn't have an affair.
There's no way.

We're not judging
your behavior, Congressman.

Captain, I'm telling you...

There is no physical way.

Oh.

Equipment...

Problems.

Well, I hope you'll
forgive the intrusion

-but even that is gonna need
verification.
-You'll get it.

My doctor can send my records.

But please be discreet.
This could end my career.

If it's not ended already.

If the affair was a lie,
then why was Caitlin
named as the other woman?

I don't know. But I can't
believe Caitlin had
anything to do with it.

She was a
genuinely good person.

I mean, ask anyone,
she lit up the room.

We lived together
since law school, but,

I hadn't seen much of her
since she started
volunteering on the campaign.

So, she spent a lot of late
nights at the Jameson camp?

-Did she talk about him?
-No. Not how you're thinking.

Not how everyone is thinking.

I mean, she talked about his
causes and his social reform.

-That was it.
-Was she seeing anyone?

She made a choice to focus on
work when she got hired at
the Justice Defense Fund.

She worked for
a guy named Walters.
That was her dream job.

I'm gonna need an address.

-Here.
-Thanks.

She bombed the LSATs, SATs,
but she worked her butt off

and graduated magna from
Fordham Law.

Heather, I hate to
ask you this, but where
were you today at noon?

In my firm's library.

Look, I am the last person
that would ever hurt Caitlin.

She was my best friend.

I would do anything for her.

BILLY: Where were you
when you heard, Mr. Walters?

I was in an immigration
hearing all morning,

and when I came out, I saw
the news feed in the lobby.

It's impossibly painful.

Caitlin was like family to us.

Did she have any
disgruntled clients?

You know, Detective,
the people who come to this
clinic are used to losing,

and so if somebody like
Caitlin fights for them,

they've really already won.

Wow! You won debate nationals?

Guilty as charged.

"Resolved

"that the federal government
should establish and finance

"administrative departments

"to control air
and water pollution

"in the United States."

Crushed Bronx Science
to pieces.

I was on varsity debate
in 12th grade.

We lost in octo-finals
at State.

Andrew Cohen, of course,
blames me

even though he was the one
that dropped
topicality in rebuttal.

Nerd.

-(CLEARS THROAT)
-Actually, public speaking
is what brought me to Caitlin.

I judged her in moot court
at Fordham,

immediately hired her
as an intern,

right here at Justice Defense.

She was our rising star.

If she was such a star, why
would you let her go off to
work on the Jameson campaign?

Well, I worked on the last
Jameson campaign.

In fact, I was on his short
list for a judgeship.

He's a social reform advocate,

so I thought he would be a
perfect match for Caitlin,
given her politics.

Do you have any suspicions
about Jameson?

Not in the slightest.
He's a delightful man.

More to the point,
I simply cannot see Caitlin

throwing away
a promising career

to be the affair of the week
punchline for late
night talk shows.

Do you have any idea who might
have started those rumors?

I would take a hard look

at that so-called journalist,
Store.

That guy would do anything
for a headline.

Anyway, I'm sorry,
I have a deposition.

You can stay here,

drink your coffee,

and let me know if
I can help you in any way.

LAURA: Thank you.

Caitlin looked like she was
meeting someone
at Times Square.

-It could have been Store.
-He was the first
reporter on the scene.

A little too convenient?

-Let's get Max to pull
everything from...
-Done.

(SIRENS BLARING)

So, that's the last of Store's
blog posts, phone records,

and, uh... Oh, it looks like
you're almost done with
the credit card statements.

-And it appears
the chicken shumai.
-Knock yourself out.

You wanna laugh? Look at this.

AOL.

My grandmother canceled
AOL back in the '90s

but we might have
something here.

Store drops 350 bucks at
Dahlia's Tea Room

every Tuesday and Thursday
like clockwork.

That's a lot of Darjeeling.

Laura and I are going to
join him for a little
Tuesday tea time.

(SIGHS)

Do you hear that silence?

It's the sound of
my spa Groupon expiring.

I'll let you know
if I see Store.

Every time a Groupon expires,
a kitten dies.

Whoa! Okay.

(COUGHING)

-You need a menu?
-You need pants?

This ain't your momma's
BDSM club.

I have no idea what those
initials stand for

but I'm sure
you're right about my momma.

What can I get for

$350?

30 minutes of bondage.

For beginners.

For $350?

Does that come
with a gift bag?

-And a pony?
-No, no, no, no.
I don't want the pony.

(WHISPERS) Trust me.

Mistress Alex will
be right with you.

First door on your left.

Let's split up.

(IMITITATING)
Mistress Alex will be
right with you.

That's what I'm afraid of.

(MAN GRUNTING)

Hey, I still got five minutes.

BILLY: And this little piggy
went to bondage.

Vaya con Dios.

(EXHALES)

Stay down. I'm taking over.

-(WHIP CRACKS)
-BILLY: Go Momma-matrix!

Yes, Mistress.

Are you here to punish me?

Depends.

Have you misbehaved?

Oh, yes, I misbehaved.

-Cheated?
-Yes.

-Lied?
-Yes.

-Hurt people?
-Yes.

Yes, yes. Oh, yes!

A lot. I need to be punished.

Tell your cellmate at Rikers.

What the hell
are you doing here?

You fabricated a story
about Caitlin

and hours later,
she was shot dead.

That makes you
the prime suspect.

Are you kidding me?
You've got nothing.

-No, please. I swear
I didn't kill Caitlin.
-Prove it.

Or I'm dragging you
out of here in your
dog collar and tighty-whities.

-No, please, don't...
-(WHIP CRACKS)

-Listen.
-CAITLIN: Mr. Store.
This is Caitlin Coyne.

I had an affair with Mike
Jameson and I want to
tell you the whole story.

I had to give my eyes a bath
last night, but good news.

Store finally gave up
his source.

-Caitlin.
-So wait,
she did have the affair?

-No.
-Confused.

Listen.

CAITLIN: I had sex
with Mike Jameson at the
El Rey Hotel

on April 12th.

He pulled down the straps
on my dress

and started kissing
my shoulders.

The problem is, the El Rey
didn't open until El May.

So, you think
she made it all up?

Hmm. Now listen to this last
call that came in
after the story broke.

CAITLIN: I have evidence
that you need to see.

STORE: Bring it to the
interview. Don't
show anyone before then.

CAITLIN: Don't worry.
It's completely sub rosa.

Sub rosa. Lawyer term.
Latin for secret.

So this was some sort of
political dirty trick?
Someone paying her to lie?

I have Max looking
into her financials.

Meanwhile I'm gonna go
talk to the person who
has the most to gain

if Jameson loses.
His opponent.

You're not meeting
Big Bill McGuire on your own.
He's a bit uptight.

Well, his campaign stop isn't.

(UPBEAT BOLLYWOOD SONG PLAYS)

Whoa!

Ahhh!

I think I might have
accidentally twerked.

That was no accident.

There's McGuire.

...And we all have
our traditions.

(MICROPHONE SCREECHING)

You have Diwali
and I have "Di Super Bowl".

(LAUGHS)

Remind me to give a donation
to the Jameson campaign.

Look, we're all New Yorkers.

So you'll be glad to know
I spent the last week
at the Geneva Summit

talking about economic reform.

Switzerland's a pretty
good alibi.

And I will not rest until
I bring that reform to you,

the good people of New York.

(MICROPHONE SCREECHING)

(APPLAUSE)

What the hell
were you thinking?

I had a better PA system on my
high school forensics team.

I'm so sorry, Bill.
We could try to get a new
system before...

Nah. I have seen your charm
on politicians.

I'll talk to McGuire.

I've seen your charm
with women.

I'll talk to
the campaign manager.

You know that sort of thing
can't happen.

It ruins everything.

And you see how
he reacts to that.
He doesn't take it well.

(SIGHS)

Looks like you could use
some barfi.

It's better than it sounds.
(CHUCKLES)

-Thank you. I haven't
eaten all day.
-Oh.

-We're not supposed to
eat on the job.
-It's the only time I eat.

You know, some of us
campaign moms

secretly call
Big Billy McGuire,

-Big Bully McGuire.
-(CHUCKLING)

McGuire's not so bad.
At least he's not...

Who?

Calvin Gold.

The dark prince of
campaign managers.

He suddenly left three days
ago leaving me
holding the bag.

Right. Right.

Wow, what happened
to him again?

-(WHISPERS) Rehab.
-Oh.

Alcohol, drugs, pervy stuff?

Anger management.

He punched
a 55-year-old volunteer.

Landed him two weeks
at Serenity Gardens.

-MCGUIRE: Elizabeth!
-Coming.

-What the hell is this?
-Welcome to Times Square.

Ah, I didn't recognize it
without the stench
of roasted peanuts

and taxi exhaust.

Red tape shows the sight lines
of every camera
between 42nd and 45th.

This is where Caitlin was
standing when she was shot?

The shell casings were found
right around here.

MEREDITH: Exactly. But get
this. Where you're standing,

the intersection of 43rd
and 4th is out of range

of every single video camera
in the vicinity.

Please. You're telling me
there's a blind spot in
the middle of Times Square?

How do we not know about this?

Especially when our killer
clearly did and lured
Caitlin right into it.

But the shooter
had to get into

and out of the area
beforehand.

Alright, Meredith, I want you
to get footage from
the cameras there

and here.

And I will fill Laura in when
she gets back from
Serenity Gardens.

Laura is in rehab?
She gets to do everything fun.

Hope she's not trying to
question a patient.

They don't let anyone
in that place.

Have you met Laura?

LAURA: Hi.

I just want to check in.

I'd love something with a view

and what time
does room service end?

This is a facility
for clinical disorders.

You can't just check in.

You need a diagnosis.

-Mom burnout.
-From a doctor.

I am too burned out
to go to a doctor,

with soccer and tae kwon do,

and violin and allergy shots

and making costumes
for the science thingy

that the school announced
at the bottom of this

ridiculously long e-mail.

(YELLING)
Who reads those e-mails?

I had Gummy Bears for dinner
last night.

I don't remember the last time
both legs were shaved.

And my last parent-teacher
conference meeting ended
with the teacher leaving...

-The profession.
-Room service ends at 10:00.

Thank you.

You're Calvin Gold,
aren't you?
Big fan.

It's the quiet garden, so...

Right. My bad.

Your guy's up 13 points
in the polls.

-How do you do it?
-13 points?

-Yeah.
-How did I do it?

They confiscated
my Blackberry.

-Both of them.
-So you don't know?

Double header.
Sex scandal and murder.

Whoa!

Jameson
and who's the mistress?

Caitlin Coyne, some staffer.

And then she was shot
in Times Square,
and no one saw who did it.

The blind spot.

The blind spot?

Last year the Secret Service
found a blind spot smack in
the middle of Times Square.

No security cams.
Highly classified.

-Well.
-Mmm.

Someone knew about it.
Besides you, obviously.

Well, the hacks they found
to replace me
don't know anything.

And if you're suggesting
I puppet mastered
an assassination from rehab,

I'm flattered,
and I could have,

but McGuire was busted for
ethics violations
last go round,

so he wouldn't even allow
a smear campaign.

Which was why I've been so
wound up,

I punched that stupid
volunteer in his stupid face.

Well, his poll numbers
are up now.

Someone at the campaign
knows what they're doing.

Dumb luck.

If I had set up
the sex scandal,

I certainly wouldn't have
killed the girl now.

Timing was sloppy.

Work of an amateur.

But, you're right
about one thing.

Whoever did this wanted to
make sure that McGuire wins.

Now playing in theater one,

security footage from
the Times Square
Game Pipe store,

six minutes before
the shooting.

(CROWD NOISES FROM TABLET)

Wait for it...

Whoa! Does it start up again?

(STATIC)

Five minutes
after the shooting.

What are the odds?
All right, Meredith,
Billy, you're on this.

BILLY: They don't get a lot
of women here.

Don't think these guys get
a lot of women anywhere.

We need to speak to whoever
controls your
security cameras.

Uh... Inside...

-Hey! Hey!
-Whoa! Whoa!

Excuse me, pardon me,
pardon me.

Whoa! Excuse me, excuse me!

MEREDITH: Move, move,
move, move!

Stop! Police! Step aside!
Step aside!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

-Freeze!
-Don't move!

Liberty, meet justice.

Sup?

What happened to that woman
wasn't my fault!

Okay, so you just happened to
turn off the security cameras

at the exact time that she was
murdered outside your store?

It wasn't like that.
I had no idea there was
gonna be a murder.

Then why did you
unplug the camera?

The Overlord told me to do it.

"The Overlord"? Great.
Get psych in here.

I'm not crazy.

I was at work,
we were slow that day.

So, I was playing
Scepter of Shield online.

And I saw this guy
playing in God mode.

Impossible. Scepter has
the strongest
encryption of any game.

That's what I thought.
But this guy had flight,
invisibility...

So you're saying he
modified the source code?

Okay, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

What are you two
talking about?

-And are you a closet gamer?
-Me? (SCOFFS)

No.

I dated a huge gamer once.
He told me about God mode.

It's when someone hacks into a
game and can make their
character immortal, right?

But Scepter's supposed to be
unhackable.

-Okay, so who's this Overlord?
-No idea.
Overlord's his avatar.

He IM'd me while I was online.

He knew my name, address,
social, everything.

He told me to unplug the
security camera
at a specific time,

or he would tell my boss
about my porn addiction.

Okay.

I had no choice.

(EXHALES)

-How was rehab?
-No noise, firm mattress,
best three hours of my life.

You were right, somebody
else is calling the shots.

Calls himself the Overlord.

That's his avatar,
an avatar...

Got it, blue people,
I slept through the movie.

Hold on a second.

I'll have you know Avatar
is the best film of
the last 20 years.

Which is about how long it
takes to watch it.

Okay. What do we know
about this Overlord?

-He's a world class hacker.
-He dug up some dirt on
the clerk from the Game Pipe.

Maybe he dug up
something on Caitlin,
and used it against her.

Plausible, but why kill her
after she had cooperated?

Caitlin said something
about facing the music.

What if she was about to
go public and say that she

was blackmailed into lying
about the affair?

It might have pissed off the
Overlord enough to kill her.

Yup. We just need to find out
what he had on her.

Let's go. Billy, Meredith,
go online and see if you
can track this Overlord.

No problem.

And I'll have you know,
my avatar is unstoppable!

Okay.

(AVATAR GROANING)

-Ugh! Fail.
-Was that supposed to happen?

I'm a level 12 paladin,
this is very advanced,
you wouldn't understand.

(GROWLING IN GAME)

WOMAN'S VOICE (IN GAME):
Legendary!

Does that guy have
a wolf head?

Oh, Overlord.

Okay, try to see if you can
get somebody to
track his gamer I.D.

I'm gonna teach this guy
some manners.

It's gamer tag.

Can't you just shoot him
or something?

This guy's too good, he's got
moves I've never seen before.

Maybe if you had moves
of your own...

-What? Ugh!
-Come on!
Okay, use the wall of fire.

-What?
-It's control-alt-shift,
just do it.

BILLY: Nice! Wow.

Wait. Where'd he go?
Oh, we lost him. Crap.

-Okay, go to that rock.
-Mmm-hmm.

It's an Easter egg.
It unlocks the circle spell.

BILLY: All right.

You know what? There is no
gamer ex-boyfriend, is there?

-You're the expert.
-What?

-Mmm-hmm.
-No...

Yeah.

Okay, kick-kick-flame combo
will unlock the dragon fire

Okay, listen. We're trying to
catch a murderer here.

If you have some secret ninja
gamer skill,
let your freak flag fly.

Move.

WOMAN'S VOICE (IN GAME):
Legendary!

Wow. And you were keeping your
superpowers hidden why?

Do you have any idea how
hard it is for me to be

taken seriously as a young
female detective?

And if they figured out
I was a hardcore gamer?
Huh.

You better keep this
between us, Soto,

or I will kick your ass
in real life.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!

Easy with the crazy. Play the
game. I'll keep your secret.

-(CLANGING IN GAME)
-Nice!

LAURA: Okay, Caitlin,
what music did you need
to face?

Caitlin's practice test for
the bar exam.

She never got higher than 50%.

Whoa! Heather was right.

She bombed the LSATs, SATs.

Caitlin was not good
at taking tests.

I'm amazed she passed
the bar at all.

You find anything?

No, nothing yet.

Oh, bingo!

No one can leave a box of
Gold Fancies uneaten.

I remember I ate these
when I was pregnant.

I don't remember you ever
not eating them.

Okay, Caitlin, where are
your secrets hidden?

Secrets.

Sub rosa.

She meant it literally,
under the rose.

Hello.

Caitlin's I.D.
with Heather's photograph?

Blackmail, anyone?

Let's go talk to the BFF.

Oh, my God.

I don't think we're gonna
get anything out of Heather.

Anything useful
in Heather's bag?

Wallet, credit cards,
the usual, but...

Saturday crossword done
in Sharpie.

Oh, she was smart, huh?

Caitlin bombed her SATs,
LSATs, all of her prep tests,

so how did she pass
the bar exam?

Heather took it for her?

Heather said she would
do anything for Caitlin.

Handwriting analysis is in!

State bar exam sign-in sheet
had Caitlin's name with
Heather's handwriting.

Let's see what it gets us.

Heather helped Caitlin cheat,
she ended up dead.

So she must've known
about blackmail...

Is that why she didn't
say anything?

Probably worried about
being disbarred,

maybe even implicated
in the murder.

That's a good theory, but it
doesn't leave us any suspects.

Any leads on the Overlord?

Uh, yeah, we're zeroing in
on his exact location.

I just needed a little
strawberry whipped boost.

-Where's Meredith?
-Taking notes.

(VIDEO GAME SOUNDS)

There you go.

Ah, check this out.
His gamer stats show
ridiculously fast ping time.

Which means he's not
too far from the server.

Hmm. Which is in... Queens.

Nice work, level 12.

I'll get the team ready.

So, once we trace his signal,
we have an exact address?

Normally, yes. But he's got
a massive firewall.

There's no way
we're breaking in.

Unless, we get him
to break into us.

Yeah, if he hacks into our
system, we can
probably get a trace on him.

How do we get him to hack us?

We need to pique his interest.

-Hey! By blowing my ass up?
-You had 4% health,
it was a mercy killing.

If we're gonna
lure this guy in,
we need better bait.

Meet my avatar.

Foxy99.

You're a level 40 paladin?

Level 40.

(SLURPING)

(BEEPING)

Oh, we've got something.

We've got him.

I want to watch you.
Turn on your camera.

Ugh, not good. Not good.

-Stall him.
-(BEEPING)

Why don't you
turn it on for me?

-What?
-We gotta sell this place
as not a police station.

Okay, well hurry.
Our firewall will slow him
down, but not for long.

-All right, all right.
-(BEEPING)

Oh, no. He really thinks
I work at a bank.

Too big for you to handle?

Max is gonna be pissed.

Go! Go! Go!

Okay.

OVERLORD: Mmm, you're hot.

One Direction, seriously?

(LAUGHING)
One D. It's my thing.

-Hmm.
-Let's play. Follow me.

(DISPATCHER SPEAKING
OVER RADIO)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(VIDEO GAME NOISES)

Police! Don't move!

COMPUTERIZED FEMALE VOICE:
You win!

Put your hands in the air!

Turn around.

Turn around!

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

-(GUN COCKING)
-Game over.

And my alarm sensors,
and my security cam
feed are blowing up.

It's the cops
busting down my door.

Not exactly a
15-year-old geek.

Real name, Paul Scott.

Arrested for hacking
the Secret Service,

presumably including
a certain file,
and a certain blind spot.

Yes you are! You're my guy!

Looks like he called my
mother-in-law
instead of his attorney.

JAKE:
Nice, leave her out of it.

MAX: Huh, lawyers usually
like getting hired.

I assume your (CHUCKLES)
attorney won't be joining us?

Get me a public defender.

Suit yourself.
Al, put him in the cage.

(DIALING TONE)

(PHONE RINGING)

WOMAN: Justice Defense Fund,
may I help you?

You just did.

MAN: Congressman Jameson!

Congressman.

Captain.

-How can I help you?
-I'd like to ask you a few
questions about Caitlin Coyne.

Ah, sorry, Captain.
I told you everything I know.

Did you know her boss,
Kenneth Walters?

I'm sure I know the name,
can't place him though.

So you never considered
putting Kenneth Walters

forward as candidate
for judge?

Ha! No. That I'd remember.

All right, thank you.

Well, you're two for two.

Oh, good. There are
lots of lawyers here.

Gotta make sure
we do this by the book.

-Do what?
-Arrest you.

For the murders
of Caitlin Coyne
and Heather Daniels.

You've got to be kidding.

Caitlin was like
a daughter to me.

I've been grooming her
to take over this clinic.

Yeah, because you were
expecting to be
put onto the bench.

Jameson didn't come through.

But, Big Billy McGuire did,
didn't he?

He pinky promised that
he would make sure

that you were made a judge
if he was elected.

McGuire's on the other side
of the political spectrum.

Yes, but friendship runs deep.

You know McGuire from
high school debate.

I'm sorry, forensics.

So what?

And even if McGuire could
help me become a judge,

that doesn't mean
I'd do anything to Caitlin.

She was my best associate!

Well, your best associate
made a terrible mistake.

She trusted you
with her darkest secret.

That she cheated on
the bar exam.

And you used that secret
to blackmail her.

-Oh, it's outrageous.
-She went along with it.
At first.

Leaked a false story
about an affair,

but then when she saw
the harm it was causing,

she made a
second meeting with Store.

CAITLIN: I have evidence
that you need to see.

This time, to tell the truth.
But the truth would ruin you.

So you decided to
get rid of Caitlin.

That was tricky, because
the paparazzi was around,

so you asked her to
meet you in Times Square.

Schlubby guy, practically
is invisible in a crowd.

Which allowed you to
pull the trigger...

(GUNSHOT)

And disappear into
the sea of tourists.

Oh! It gets worse.

Caitlin's roommate, Heather,
she knew too much.

So you shot her too.

You have no evidentiary
support for any of this!

Is that your rebuttal? Weak.

Here's my rebuttal.

You said that you were at an
immigration hearing yesterday.

That court was closed
for fumigation.

That doesn't mean
I killed anybody.

Your old client, Paul Scott,
aka Overlord?

He called you today for help,
you told him to get lost.

He told us that
you had him blackmail the
Times Square store clerk

to shut off
a surveillance camera.

So that you literally could
get away with murder.

I did everything right,
for 28 years.

I never turned my back
on anyone.

I fought for every victim.
Every loser.

Do I get any credit for that?

All I wanted was
a place on the bench,

and that judgeship,
that should've been mine.

Jameson intentionally
blocked me!

Jameson has no idea
who you are.

I earned that job!

(GUNSHOT)

-Ahhh!
-(LAWYERS CLAMORING)

Really?
You had to steal my thunder?

You shoot the next one.

(GROANING IN PAIN)

Mondo bust.

Old lefty lawyer
turned ruthless killer,

I would've said inconceivable.

-Go figure.
-Commissioner just
called to congratulate us.

Whatever you did in there was
amazing, I had no idea you
were such a hardcore gamer.

Umm...

-Thanks.
-Nerd.

-Thanks for having my back.
-(SIGHING)

-You deserve the credit.
-I have something better.

Which is?

A little parting gift
from the Overlord.

All the Easter eggs
in Scepter.

-Oh, I am...
-Oh! No, no.

Okay.

Hey, where's our
red-headed menace?

-Spa day.
-Ah!

(PEACEFUL ASIAN
MUSIC PLAYING)

I am peace. I am calm.
I am rejuvenated.

I am peace. I am calm.
I am rejuvenated.

-(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
-I am peace. I am calm.
I am rejuvenated.

I am peace. I am calm.
I am rejuvenated.

(DOOR LOCKING)