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[ Cellphone ringing ]

Jules, hey.

Jules: You're late. Nah.

Nah, technically, I was here a little bit early,

so I figured I'd, you know, do a little recon,

scope the place out.

Hmm.

Recon looks a lot like recess to me.

Hey, guys, I gotta bounce.

Yo, M-Dawg, remember -- toga party at 10:00.

Oh, I'm going. You be ready, alright?

Do you think maybe one of your new friends

could lend you a fresh toga for our meeting?

Wow. One day back in college,

you're already trying to get my clothes off.

What's going on?

Very nice to meet you, Dean Owana.

So, how can we help you?

An allegation has been made

against a well-respected member of my faculty.

Professor Sam Brody.

Oh, the bio-engineer?

His reputation precedes him.

Only now that reputation is being called into question.

An anonymous accuser has made a complaint.

In it, the accuser alleges

that Brody has been coercing sexual favors

in exchange for highly coveted research positions in his lab.

Do you think there's any credibility

to the accusations?

I don't know what to think.

Brody is young, charismatic.

He's a rock star on campus,

and that comes with a certain amount of female attention.

And I'm guessing attention from donors as well.

True, but that's not why I'm defending him.

Look, if a line was crossed,

I will act swiftly to protect my students.

But I won't ruin a man's life without proof.

Well, if we find any, you will be the first to know.

Burgers and dogs, check.

Mustard, chili, and slaw, chiggity-check.

Yo, we need more buns!

Got 'em. You see the cookies back there?

How about the barstools? You guys need the barstools?

Maybe -- Maybe the cash register?

You said we could grab supplies for our camping trip.

I didn't say clean the place out.

Kumu, back me up on this one.

There's a haupia pie in the walk-in.

Second shelf, behind the butter.

Come on. No. What?

I borrowed some produce earlier.

Okay, you know what? No more freebies.

This is a restaurant, not a Whole Foods, okay?

You guys almost ready to go?

There he is. The man of the hour.

Congratulations, Dennis.

We hear you're off to Michigan in the fall.

Yeah, well, I can't wait. Gordon: I can.

I'm not ready to see this kid go.

Oh, my God, Dad, get a grip.

Here. Let me help you.

Cade: Yeah.

Hey, thanks for organizing this,

and thanks for letting us grab supplies.

Hey, for you, Gordy, I'm happy to do it.

Out of the goodness of my heart.

Expecting nothing in return.

I sense a "but" coming.

Well, it would have been nice to get an invite.

And there it is.

You wanted an invite to a father-son camping trip?

Why not? I'm a father.

Well, Joy's a little young to go camping.

Oh, no, no. Joy's not coming.

The little monster's not even sleeping through the night.

This is for me.

I'm -- I'm so desperate for some Z's,

I'm willing to even go on a camping trip.

More the merrier. Ah, thank God.

I already packed my bag.

Suzy gave me the okay.

All I need is for someone to watch the bar.

For you, Rick, I'd be happy to do it.

Out of the goodness of my heart.

Asking for nothing in return.

What do you want? Free produce for a year.

A week. A month.

You got yourself a deal, kid.

Pleasure doing business with you.

I would have done it for two.

I would have done it for free.

Oh-ho-ho.

Okay, so, take rice as an example, right?

It's a staple for half of the world's population,

yet each year,

40% of the potential harvest is lost to pest and disease.

Now, what if I told you that with genetic engineering,

we could stabilize that supply

and reduce food insecurity worldwide?

Hey. Hey.

This our guy?

Yeah, and honestly,

I can understand why he garners the attention.

Any luck hacking his phone?

Eh, software's still running.

Did you manage to get anything

from the university's HR department?

Not much.

Their anonymous reporting system's meant

to protect whistleblowers, so there's no real way

to trace it back to the sender.

So we can't I.D. the accuser.

No, but we can profile him.

I took a closer look at the complaint

the Dean gave us, and listen to this part.

"Brody's behavior is reprehensible,

an unequivocal abuse of power.

It's a contemptible disservice to all his students,

even the girl."

Disregarding the victim here

by referring to her as "the girl."

It just kind of reeks of resentment

and bruised ego. Hmm.

Well, perhaps Dean Owana was right,

and it's a rival casting aspersions.

I wouldn't assume that just yet.

But I would say whoever the whistleblower is

does have an axe to grind.

[ Computer beeps ]

That's odd.

My attempt to hack Brody's phone remotely

has just failed.

It seems his device is heavily encrypted.

I guess our good professor does have something to hide.

Or he just has admirable data-security habits.

Either way, looks like we're gonna have to surveil him

the old-fashioned way.

Guess we're going back to college.

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Are we there yet?

Just a little further.

Yeah, uh, hey, you know, not to be that guy,

but, um, what was wrong

with those other campsites back there?

You know, the ones you could drive up to.

With the pre-installed firepits? Yes.

And the happy people.

Yeah. Yeah, those are the cushy campsites.

Alright, this weekend is about survival,

living off the land.

Build our own fires, catch our own fish.

I'm going to college, not Patagonia.

Why the sudden obsession with the survivor skills?

Look, it's not about where you're going.

It's that once you go, you're gone.

He just wants to teach you everything he can.

Just let him have this, yeah?

It'll be our turn next year.

* I'm 21 but I still walk around with fake ID *

* Cuddle with the homies watching "Stand By Me" *

* This...ain't free, baby, pay my fee *

* Let me live my life, baby, c'est la vie *

* Woo-woo, c'est la vie *

* Woo-woo, c'est la vie *

Could you be any more obvious, Kelly?

I mean, you're embarrassing yourself.

Well, Sam didn't seem to think so.

You guys are on a first-name basis now?

Okay. Let's get started, shall we?

Magnum: Like any good student, I've done my homework,

and according to Brody's syllabus,

he's got a strict no-phones policy during class,

which means his own phone is likely in his office,

unattended for the next 45 minutes.

Lucky for me, that's all I need.

Here to fix, uh, the AC unit

in Professor Brody's office?

Other side. In the old wing.

Thanks.

Not bad, huh?

Dennis: It looks cozy.

Well, that'll be the size of your dorm room,

but at least tonight, you have a roommate you actually like.

[ Generator motor running ]

What are you doing?

Just firing up the portable genny.

For what?

Well, for the inflatable air mattress, for one.

Damn. I picked the wrong roommate.

Huh? You know what's up, kid.

Okay, who votes that Rick plans the next camping trip?

I do!

For the record, that ain't camping.

That's glamping. Okay, you know what?

When you spend two weeks in Kandahar

with nothing but a rifle for a pillow,

you ain't got nothing to prove to anybody, alright?

Now, who wants to fire up the hibachi?

Hell yeah. I'm in.

You're a bad influence. You invited me.

Hey, Dennis, got any big plans before you leave?

The last two years have been nothing but plans.

Uh, SAT prep, AP classes.

College counseling, tours, interviews, applications.

Even I'm exhausted,

and I was just along for the ride.

Damn.

Maybe we should get moving on that stuff.

Nah, we got time.

Are you sure?

'Cause it sounds like we're already behind.

I mean, your grades were great,

but maybe we get you into an SAT class on weekends.

I work on weekends.

No, this is more important, eh?

Look, I'm not even sure

I want to go to college, okay?

Wait, where's this coming from?

Let's just drop it, please.

We'll talk about it later.

I'm gonna get more firewood.

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[ Dialing ]

[ Cellphone buzzing ]

Now, normally, this is the hard part.

Biometric scanners are tough to fool,

but with a can-do attitude and the right set of tools,

all you gotta do is find a fingerprint...

...invert the image on a piece of acetate,

then use some glue to create a mold.

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See? Easy.

Now, we just upload some spyware...

...and have a look around.

But the clock is ticking.

I mean, climate change will only intensify

the conditions these farmers face.

We cannot wait for the perfect solution.

All I'm saying, Helen, is that maybe

these multinational manufacturers

aren't altruistic.

Okay, we need to consider the commercial incentive

before we disenfranchise small farmers worldwide.

Not sure that's how they see it.

Oh. Sounds like -- Uh, Sara, was it? --

has something to add.

Well, I -- Yeah, I recently spent,

uh, five months in Kenya,

and, well, drought-resistant maize

has been a total lifeline there.

And I'm not sure it matters whose pockets are lined

if stomachs are full.

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No rebuttal?

Wow. That's not like you, Travis.

Okay, that is gonna do it for today.

Now, remember, I'll be selecting someone

for the open research position this week,

so if you want a fair shot,

get those applications in ASAP, okay?

Yeah, right. Alright?

There's nothing fair about it.

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Travis, wait, sorry.

I hope you didn't take that personally.

No. It's not you.

It's him.

Brody plays favorites, and, uh, no offense,

but his favorites always tend to be the pretty girls.

Ah. So, uh, I take it you're not applying

for the research position.

I'd like to, but there's no point.

Why is that? Because we all know that position will go

to whichever girl is willing to do the extra credit.

That's quite the accusation.

It's the truth.

Look, I was working late the other night.

When I stopped by his office,

there was someone else in there with him.

And I don't know what they were doing,

but I'm pretty sure it had more to do

with biology than plant genomics.

It's an unequivocal abuse of power.

Do you happen to know who it was?

No, but it didn't not sound like Kelly.

Just saying.

I am pretty sure I just met our anonymous tipster.

Was he as charming as I had imagined?

"Unequivocally."

How'd it go with the phone?

It's going great. We're at 95% at the moment.

You're still there? Thomas, the lecture just ended.

Brody's gonna be back any minute.

Hey, your quick-loading spyware isn't so quick-loading.

I got hit with the pinwheel of death

the first three times it tried.

You have to get out of there.

97.

[ Keys jingle ]

98. Thomas.

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Higgins: Hang on.

You got out of the window that high up?

How are you okay?

Well, luckily, your boy M-Dawg has the cat-like agility

of a much, much younger man.

And Brody left the office

about 30 seconds later for lunch.

Right. How was class?

It was enlightening.

Professor Brody may be involved

with a student named Kelly Cameron,

but whether or not he's crossed the line,

I can't be sure.

And, well, Travis's accusation

does not amount to proof.

I may know where to find some.

I scrolled through Brody's tests,

and somebody invited him out for drinks later,

but he declined because he had

"company coming"

with a little winky-face emoji.

Huh.

[ Romantic music playing ]

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[ Computer beeping ] [ Higgins sighs ]

-Everything okay over there? -No.

The spyware is supposed to give me access

to Brody's photos, his calls, his deleted messages.

Fortunately, I still have access to his microphone.

Ah, here we go.

Looks like our date just arrived.

Okay. Come on, Kelly.

Let's see that smile.

No, I don't -- I don't think that's Kelly.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Magnum: Well, then who is it?

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Brody: Helen, come on in.

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Anybody up for a game of cards?

Rick: Oh, not this guy.

8:00 p.m. pretty much does it for me.

This is the guy you said was a bad influence?

Good night, everybody.

Any other takers? Game of Hearts?

Actually, uh, I'm gonna follow Rick's lead

and hit the sack.

Yeah, I guess I'm pretty beat, too.

Good night.

**

Why would you say you don't wanna go to college?

Didn't we agree we would talk about this later?

This is later.

Look, is this about money?

'Cause I can help with that.

There's all kinds of grants and financial aid.

We just have to have a plan.

I do have a plan.

Okay, then what's your plan?

I want to enlist to be a Marine.

No. Absolutely not.

College is too important.

And serving our country isn't?

Look, don't play that card with me.

This is why I didn't say anything.

I knew you would respond this way.

How do you expect me to respond?

You should be happy, proud.

Look, I-I'm already proud.

Then why are you fighting me on this?

You loved your time in the Corps.

Look, this ain't about me. It's about you.

And you're still a kid.

I can't accept you making a choice like this.

You don't have to.

Once I turn 18, I don't have to --

to answer to you or anyone else.

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[ Camera shutter clicks ]

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Go easy on the chef,

because dinner is now officially cold.

I gotta tell you, I am so impressed.

I mean, guys my age -- they're not --

they're not cooking like this.

Well, you know, I didn't think you'd come back

if I made you ramen.

And I do like seeing you.

Hopefully, we'll see...

even more of each other in the lab.

Ahh.

Yeah, um, about that...

...there are rumors

that someone made a complaint about me.

It's crazy stuff, but just to avoid any bad optics,

I am going to have to give the research position

to someone else.

Wait, what?

Now is the not the right time

for me to show preferential treatment.

I-I thought you'd be mature enough to understand.

Oh. Oh, I understand perfectly.

What, we can sleep together,

but we just can't work together?

Hey, c-come on, come on.

There will be other chances.

Helen, you just have to be patient.

Well, he's certainly manipulative.

Yeah, I mean, the guy's definitely a creep,

but nothing we just heard proves that he solicited sex

in exchange for a job position,

despite what Helen seems to believe.

Perhaps we need her side of the story.

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Oh, hey, fellas. What a night.

Nothing like a beautiful, long,

great night's sleep, am I right?

Gordon: We wouldn't know.

Why? Something happen?

[ Snoring]

What is that? What is that? Is that a bear?

-That's you. -Snoring.

-All night. -So loud.

Like, "You should see a doctor" loud.

So you guys didn't get any --

Sleep? No. Not a wink.

Noted. Okay.

Well, I'm gonna make it up to you

by cooking a big, beautiful...breakfast.

Where's my genny? And where's all my stuff?

You know I don't play with food.

We figured you brought it in out of the rain

when you went to bed.

Cade: Yo.

There's track marks. You know what this proves?

That we've been raided, probably by other campers?

That, and that you guys got at least a little bit of sleep

in order for those guys to make this happen.

I'm gonna get our stuff, okay? Who's with me?

I'll go.

Let me just get changed.

No.

Could be dangerous.

You stay here with Gordy and Dennis.

I'll go.

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Sorry. Helen? Is it okay if I sit here?

I'm sorry. Everywhere else is full.

Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

Okay, thank you.

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I'm so behind.

Swapping universities mid-semester

was not a good idea,

but, you know, Brody's the best, so...

Yeah, you seemed to really impress him.

You think?

Yeah, I was considering applying

for the research position in his lab, but, um...

Never mind. But what?

Well, I just -- I heard an unsavory rumor that, um,

he can be kind of inappropriate

with the women that work for him.

That true?

Why are you asking me this?

Okay.

Uh, I went out running last night,

and I-I'm pretty sure that I saw you

leaving Professor Brody's house, and you looked upset, and --

and maybe it's none of my business --

It's definitely not your business.

I'm sorry. I --

Please, just -- just leave this alone, okay?

I... I have to go.

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That went well.

Can't say I blame her.

I mean, often, when women accuse powerful men,

they're the ones that end up on trial.

A woman's life can be ruined.

Yeah, I think it already has.

Guys like Brody tend to be repeat offenders.

I just heard back from Dean Owana

about his past assistants, and I found her.

Lydia Burke.

She was his assistant last semester.

Okay, what makes you think she'll talk?

Well, unfortunately she won't.

Her family might, though.

She killed herself four months ago.

Mrs. Burke: Lydia was a quiet kid.

She was kind...

but she was shy.

And smart.

Just incredibly bright.

From what I understand, she was at the top

of her graduate program. Mm-hmm.

And her dad and I always encouraged her ambition.

But we worried about it, too.

She was always so hard on herself, you know?

And for most of her life,

she struggled with anxiety, depression.

And then once she got into that grad program,

things only got worse.

How so?

She started losing weight.

Couldn't sleep.

She was working so hard. She --

She was spending nights at the lab.

And she wouldn't talk to anybody about it.

Not to me, not to her therapist.

I didn't know what to do.

But I should've tried harder to get her help.

Mrs. Burke,

I-I feel like Lydia may have been

under more than just the usual work stress

at Professor Brody's lab.

Is it possible that they were in some kind of relationship?

You know, I had thought about that,

'cause her downward spiral started

when she started working for him.

So, all those odd hours and the constant texts...

If you don't mind, it would be really helpful

if I could see her phone.

Of course.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Well, I hope you're having more success than I am.

Spyware still giving you trouble?

Yeah. I'm completely baffled.

I think the original file must be corrupted.

But I've reached out to a contact at MI-6

to restore the connection remotely, so...

How'd it go at Mrs. Burke's?

It was heartbreaking,

but I think I may have found something.

There's a-a game on Lydia's phone

with an in-app messaging feature,

and it appears as though she was

in some kind of relationship with someone.

With Brody?

I can't be sure.

They were using a burner phone.

Hallmark of a healthy relationship.

Yeah. Yeah.

It gets worse.

A week before she died, Lydia wanted out.

Uh, she sent a message saying, "I-I can't do this anymore.

It's over." To which the burner replied,

"You sure you want to do that?

Those photographs are pretty explicit.

You don't want to end your career before it begins."

The bastard was blackmailing her.

Yeah.

If we can prove that that burner belongs to Brody,

we'll have evidence not just of coercion,

but extortion.

Yeah, and I think I may know how.

A month before her last message, she met

whoever she was communicating with on that burner phone

at the very student center you're sitting at right now.

They have cameras.

I was hoping you'd say that.

So you wanna talk about that fight you had

with Cade last night?

You heard that, huh?

Well, tent walls are thin, remember?

You see where I'm coming from.

Honestly, I'm not so sure.

I mean, yours truly didn't go to college.

Yeah, that's 'cause you didn't have a choice.

Well, fair point.

But you don't regret enlisting, right?

Of course not.

I mean, even with all we went through,

I would still do it again.

The Corps made me who I am.

But this kid's got the whole world at his feet.

He could -- He could do anything he wants.

Yeah, but he wants to do this.

You know, and joining the Marines,

that's not gonna close any doors, so why the resistance?

It's just different when it's your kid, man.

That's who Cade is to me.

[ Motor running ]

That sound like your generator?

Only one way to find out.

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That was fast.

I just sent you footage from the security cameras.

[ Cellphone whooshes ]

So Lydia sits waiting for her extorter

for several minutes, and then...

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That's not Professor Brody.

No.

It's Helen.

And I'm starting to think she has more to hide

than just an affair with her professor.

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That's our stuff. Let's go get it.

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Hey.

Oh, um...

Uh, I'm so sorry to disturb you, but, uh...

I'm guessing this all belongs to you.

I apologize. My, uh --

My son said he found it left behind by some campers.

I-I should've -- I should've known better.

Well, look, we get it. Times are tough.

How long you guys been living out here?

A few months.

Uh, lost my job last year.

Made rent for a while, but at least out here,

people don't look at us any different, you know?

Tanner: Dad?

Yeah?

Is everything okay?

No. It's not.

You stole and you lied about it.

You owe these men an apology.

I-I'm sorry. I knew it was wrong,

and I shouldn't have taken your stuff.

It's okay. We all make mistakes.

It's not okay.

I don't care what our circumstances are.

I-I raised you better than that.

Now go help these men get their stuff back to camp.

Eh, eh, eh, well, why don't you guys

just hang onto it for a little bit?

We don't need any handouts. No, no, no, no.

This isn't a handout. I-It's a loan, alright?

We own La Mariana down in the harbor.

Why don't you guys just bring this stuff by

when you don't need it anymore?

Thank you.

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Higgins: Doesn't make sense.

Helen Yu was extorting Lydia Burke,

and seemingly drove her to suicide.

But for what?

She did want Lydia's job working for Brody.

I seriously doubt she would terrorize a fellow student

just to clear the decks.

Yeah, so who is Helen Yu

and what the hell does she want?

I'm not sure what to tell you.

Helen has excellent grades, no disciplinary issues.

She transferred in six months ago.

Wait, in the middle of a semester?

Is that normal?

It's not protocol to admit students off-cycle,

but it's not unheard of.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

What is it?

It's an e-mail from our friends across the pond.

They've determined the issue with our software.

There was competing spyware on Brody's phone,

and it's government grade.

What does that mean?

Is Helen a U.S. citizen?

A dual citizen.

She's Chinese-American. Why?

Because it seems like a foreign intelligence agency

has taken an interest in the professor.

You're not saying...

I don't think Helen's a student.

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[ Keypad beeps, door buzzes ]

Sam?

Oh, come on, Helen, you know you can't be in here.

I know. I'm looking for you.

Hey, um, I didn't really like

the way we ended things.

Well, I'm glad to hear you've reconsidered.

Actually, I was hoping that,

uh, you would reconsider,

about offering me my lab position.

You know, especially since we both know how I earned it.

Okay, I think you should leave.

You're gonna announce it tomorrow.

Oh, and if I -- if I won't, you'll -- you'll what?

Tell everyone how you thought we had an arrangement?

Threatening me won't get you anywhere, Helen.

We'll see about that.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What in the hell are you doing?

Improvising. Helen --

Ongoing lab access would have been nice,

but I'll take what I can get.

Open the door.

Do it.

What exactly was Brody researching?

He manipulates crops to be more resilient.

Right. Rice to be more flood-tolerant,

corn to be more drought-tolerant.

Could also mean engineering crops

to be resistant to deadly pathogens.

To test his work, Brody has been sequencing

hundreds of rare crop-destroying microorganisms.

So, having all that genetic information in one place

makes Brody's lab a one-stop shop for bioterrorism.

Which means China could potentially wipe out

any rival nation's food source,

destroy their economy, wreak havoc.

Helen blackmails Lydia, right,

to spy on Professor Brody, the path of least resistance,

but when Lydia realizes the gravity

of what she's involved in, she commits suicide.

So then, uh, Helen seduces Brody.

What do these two targets have in common?

Access to Brody's lab.

[ Sighs ] We're gonna need an access key.

Log in.

Copy the files onto the hard drive.

Come on!

No.

I may not be perfect, but I won't betray my country,

and I'm not gonna let you get away with --

Ohh!

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[ Computer beeps ]

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Helen: Hmm.

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Where's Helen?

Gone.

Magnum: Helen Yu. Driving a stolen black Challenger.

License plate Victor-Papa-9-3-8-0.

Thanks, Palea. Keep us posted.

Alright. HPD's on it.

They're alerting TSA

in case she tries to get off the island.

The airport is south,

and according to Brody's in-car GPS

that I just hacked, she's going north.

Where is she going? I don't know.

She's blown her cover.

She's gonna want to get off American soil ASAP.

She doesn't have to jump on a plane

to get off American soil.

She just has to get to the Chinese Consulate.

Well, there's no way HPD are gonna beat her there.

Let's make sure they don't have to.

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She should be just up ahead.

[ Horn blares ]

Got her.

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Give me the bike! Right now! Move!

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Stay on her. I'll double back.

HPD! I need to borrow this bike!

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[ Woman screams ]

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[ People yelling ]

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[ Horns honking ]

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You can't fault my timing.

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You okay?

That kid back there -- that was Cade.

Struggling every day,

just trying to hang on, trying to get by.

I guess I had hoped that after I took him in,

he was gonna have it a little easier, you know?

Yeah, I-I get that. I do.

But hey, can I offer you just a little bit

of a different way to look at this whole thing?

Listen, Cade's a survivor, right?

Most kids, if they went through what he did,

they'd be on drugs or dead, in prison.

But he found his way to you.

Now, that kid's got great instincts,

and if his instincts are telling him

to follow in your footsteps,

maybe you should listen to them, too.

Helen's real name is Bao Jing Li.

HPD currently had her in custody,

but the FBI and DOJ are taking over the case.

I still can't quite believe all this.

But we certainly got our money's worth from you.

Thanks.

Yeah, of course. Um, can I just ask --

what's going to happen to Professor Brody?

Samuel Brody is no longer employed by the university.

Meaning that he was fired for cause?

After some deliberation,

the Board opted to allow Brody to voluntarily resign

rather than stripping him of his tenure.

Was his behavior with Helen reprehensible?

Yes. But her word doesn't count for much.

What about Lydia?

What happened to Lydia is tragic,

but I doubt her family would want it to be public,

and with no other accusers -- Well, hang on.

Did you look for any? Because we reached out

to some of Brody's previous assistants,

and several of them had stories

about his unwanted advances.

I appreciate everything that you two have done, really.

But I'm already late for another meeting.

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Right.

Brody's just gonna go somewhere else

and do the exact same thing.

Yeah, well, at least we can tell Lydia's parents

the truth about their daughter's death.

Maybe they'll stop blaming themselves.

And, hey, I guess we did also catch a spy.

That's always a good thing.

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Oh.

Kumu, please tell me you restocked the fridge.

We are starving.

How is that possible?

Eh, it's a long story. Um...

Guys, we'll bring some food right out.

Talk outside?

Yeah.

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Look, I'm sorry for how I acted.

No, you don't need to...

Yes, I do.

You proved a long time ago

that you can take care of yourself.

You more than earned the right to make your own decisions.

Okay.

But I know you only got mad because you care about me,

and you don't ever have to apologize for that.

You look out for people.

That's who you are.

That's the example you set.

And that's what I want to do.

Give back, pay it forward, like you've taught me.

Magnum, Rick, Shammy.

Your military service gave you a family,

and I feel so lucky to be a part of it.

But now I have to find my brothers.

Okay.

I may not love it...

but I accept it.

Hell, I respect it.

But let's just get one thing straight, though.

This thing with me and you --

it ain't just until you turn 18, ya hear?

Yeah.

You don't get rid of me that easy.

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Let's go get something to eat.

Let's do it.

Chili slaw dogs?

Oh, you know it.

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