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It was the silence that was the most terrifying.

When the second engine died.

What I was thinking was,

all these years of hedging risk...

and I didn't see this coming?

I'm resigning from the firm.

Liquidating everything, selling the houses.

I'm giving it all away.

There's no joy in it anymore, Peter.

I don't want it.

This is a joke, right?

Your private jet hit some turbulence.

Come on, take off that shmata.

Uh, no.

I wore a suit for 40 years.

Almost died in one, too.

Yeah...

but it was Brioni.

I'm serious, Peter.

What is this?

Some guilt thing? You have nothing

to feel guilty about.

This isn't a judgment.

You keep right on going if it makes you happy.

Come on, let's open a bottle of your '86.

There's nothing a good first growth can't fix.

I sold it at auction last week.

♪ ♪

I don't need your permission.

I only ask for your support.

You're gonna live the simple life?

You're not that guy anymore.

You won't last a week.

Not a week.

(theme music plays)

We are joined, once again,

by the esteemed Peter Hepson, of Hepson Capital.

Welcome, Peter.

First things first, I have to ask:

Your brother, Bill,

he's left the company...

Retired, yes.

AVA: He's rumored to have given away billions

in anonymous donations.

Sold his homes.

He's living in a walkup in Queens,

refusing to give interviews-- What's your take?

Oh, hell.

My brother is a very private person, Ava.

So I don't want to comment

other than to say I support him,

and it's business as usual at Hepson Capital.

(canned audience exclaiming) Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Yes, but here's a photo someone sent in

of Bill on a city bus.

We are a well-oiled machine with a great team under us.

Oh!

For the love of-- AVA: But come on.

They used to call you the Bull and the Bear.

Now Bill the Bear has gone vegan

and the public is eating it up.

Wall Street must be a little nervous

with these optics.

How so?

Well, it raises the question...

if he can do this, what's stopping you?

What's stopping me?

I don't know. What's stopping you?

Glad to hear that the network

extended your contract, by the way.

Will you be delivering those seven-figure checks

to the soup kitchen yourself or set up direct deposit?

Let's turn to the commodities market.

Oh!

(yells)

It's you.

It's really you!

Well, you have no idea how many lives you changed, man.

The shelter you built, it-- Buzz off!

(canned audience exclaiming)

Something eating you, Peter?

Your game's been a mess for...

well, since...

You hear the latest one?

Bill gave away the family yacht...

to Greta Thunberg.

Didn't you two used to cruise that

down to Nevis every year on your birthday?

That's crap. Where did you even hear that?

It's on social media.

(canned cheering) GERALD: (chuckles) Good one, Tim.

Okay, maybe it was a rumor.

But it felt true,

which is really the point.

♪ ♪

Everything he said was dead wrong.

Costs were piling up.

The guy was spending more than he could recoup.

He was running the business into the ground.

The shareholders weren't seeing any profits,

quarter after quarter.

He hadn't addressed the inefficiencies.

Yeah.

Giving himself a huge salary? For what?

To play golf all day?

And the guy said we went back on our promises.

Well, I'll tell you about promises...

What would you have done if you were me?

I want you to answer. That's not a rhetorical question.

And be specific.

(dog barking)

Peter? (chuckles)

What are you doing--

(grunting)

You always had to be Ma's favorite.

Knock it off!

Well, I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life

having everybody else be disappointed in me, too.

(straining)

Peter, you better quit it!

Get off!

(grunts)

You gotta stop it!

(both grunting)

Oh!

(yelling)

(loud thud)

(panting)

(dog barking)

(headset beeps)

That's what I'm saying!

If you'd let me speak...

You have to show results when you do business with Hepson.

We see what the problems are

and we do what we have to do to fix them.

(canned cheering)

It was a big divorce case,

and they needed a woman.

Van Ness's wife was claiming that he beat her up,

and that she'd reported it to the police.

Oh, I should have believed her,

but there was never any evidence.

And, as a lawyer, it's not my job

to believe her.

I mean, people say a lot of things

in a divorce proceeding.

But still... (smacks lips)

...there was this nagging voice in my head.

And, sure enough,

she was telling the truth.

One of the other lawyers had the police report suppressed.

As soon as I found out...

I took a job that lets me listen to that nagging voice.

To get to the truth.

Oh, boy, it's a good thing

that you were wearing those headphones

and you didn't hear any of that,

given I'm still bound by attorney-client privilege.

Oh, I'm sorry. You were saying something?

Elsbeth,

if someone-- hypothetically-- buried a report,

they hypothetically broke the law.

And you should--

I mean, the other lawyer

should be allowed to defend themselves.

I hate to interrupt this chitchat,

but the body is this way.

Right.

Hey. Hey.

Thank you for trusting me.

I promise, I won't say a word.

The victim was Bill Hepson.

Former hedge fund titan.

He's been in the news lately for renouncing his wealth.

Oh, right. Oh, that was real?

Mm. I thought it was an act.

BOBBY: Yeah, if I had that kind of money,

I'd drive a new Ferrari every week.

Or at least live in a building with an elevator.

Uh, we're canvassing the neighborhood for suspects now.

What you got there?

A ten-dollar bill.

It was stuck to the body.

You see that?

It's different. Blurry.

What? Counterfeit?

Let me see.

ALL: Mm.

BOBBY: Yeah, all right. We'll look into it. Thanks.

The hell you standing around for?

Sir. Sir. Don't tou--

Don't touch me. ELSBETH: Whoa.

OFFICER: Stand back. (gasps) Didn't we just--

No. That's his twin brother,

Peter Hepson. PETER: Don't touch me!

Don't touch me! KAYA: He's been on TV a lot.

Who's in charge here?

That'd be me. Then you better

get off your ass and find the lowlife that did this.

Hold on. Which lowlife would that be?

Any of the moochers around here who took money from my brother.

Look, you're gonna have to unpack that for me, sir.

Do you mind stepping this way?

ELSBETH: I know his brother just died,

but he's got one heck of a temper.

Mm-hmm.

I better go deal with that.

Okay.

Ooh. Street donuts.

Duncan's Donuts? (chuckles)

You here with another cease and desist?

My name is Duncan. You can't make me change it.

No.

A man died in that building.

Bill Hepson.

Bill Hepson.

Geez. That's terrible.

You knew him?

He liked the chocolate frosted.

Man, I knew something was off with him this morning.

What do you mean?

I'm on this spot every day.

Bill's a friendly guy, always stops for a donut.

Big tipper.

This morning, he didn't stop, didn't wave.

Like he didn't even know me.

Really?

He seemed pissed.

Yelling into his cell phone. Stop.

I do not need to calm down! All right?

Interesting.

Cops just picked up a kid two blocks away.

They say he looks good for it.

We're bringing him in.

All right, hang on.

How much for the chocolate frosted?

Duncan's Donuts have been $1.25 for 30 years.

Look like they've been in this cart for 30 years, too.

PETER: Okay, what you need to do

is you need to call everybody you know

at the police department.

Looks can be deceiving.

♪ ♪

Where are we with the Bill Hepson murder?

Suspect's in custody.

Kid we found trying to break a $100 bill.

Got a black eye and a split lip.

Just waiting on the lawyer.

You think the kid was trying to mug him?

Well, the victim's brother said he was known

to carry a lot of cash. His wallet was missing.

So, local kid knew the guy was loaded,

followed him home, mugged him, pushed him out a window.

ELSBETH: Huh.

Let me guess, ladies' book club is tonight

and you still haven't finished.

No, silly. I'm learning all about Bill and Peter

in their own words.

Or their ghostwriter's words, anyway.

I'm sure they appreciate the royalties.

As I was saying-- It's just that, um,

I noticed in the crime scene photos

that Bill's TV was on when the cops got there.

So, the killer followed him home,

let him go inside and turn on the tube,

and then brought him back out

to mug him?

My TV stays on all day.

My dog loves Drew Barrymore.

Gonzo listens to NPR.

It's just this theory

seems to hinge entirely on what his brother told us.

But wouldn't the brother know?

Well, we don't know how Peter felt

about his brother's new life.

Relationships between identical twins can be, um...

...trouble.

Carter?

You really are doing the whole cops-and-robbers thing.

Do you guys ever stun gun each other just for fun?

What are you doing here?

Van Ness is in town for business.

Also, to give you a heads-up.

The firm wrapped its investigation

into the alleged police report.

Regretfully, outside counsel may not have adhered

to the high ethical standards

to which this firm... yadda, yadda.

We're sending a press release.

You're saying I buried the police report?

If such a report exists,

and we maintain that it does not,

then yes.

(scoffs) Does the firm's high ethical standards include lying?

Don't shoot the messenger.

Can I stun gun him, at least?

(chuckles)

He threatened to fire the firm if we didn't clean this up.

There was... yelling.

Yes, I read all about Van Ness's temper

in the police report I didn't bury.

Do you have a copy of that nonexistent report?

No. Someone showed it to me,

but by that point, it was too late.

They didn't let me keep it.

Good.

Because the rest of the team needs to keep practicing law.

Whereas you...

You're doing this.

You have to admit, you seemed best positioned

to take the fall.

Carter, you're accusing me of gross misconduct.

I'm gonna lose my job.

Look, he doesn't know I'm here.

I thought you deserved a warning.

'Cause I'm a nice guy.

Smullen's in with the suspect.

He wants us to visit the brother to keep him updated.

He said you'd be happy about that.

Why don't you look happy?

I still don't understand.

How are they allowed to bury the report,

then lie about you, and you can't tell your story?

Van Ness would come after me for breaking privilege.

And anyway, it would just look like damage control.

Hmm.

So, what are you gonna do?

(approaching footsteps)

Welcome.

Let's hit the conference room.

PETER: So, you get a confession out of that hood rat yet?

KAYA: No confessions yet.

ELSBETH: This is a hedge fund?

I thought it'd be more... (imitates yelling)

(clicks tongue, chokes)

(mutters) ...chaotic, you know?

You're thinking of the Stock Exchange, in 1987.

We have the Internet now.

Is this your stock price?

Is it good when it's all red like that?

Not usually, no.

Oh. Hello.

I never understood a fleece vest.

Because what's the situation where someone's torso is cold

and their limbs are fine?

HR says we can't make them wear suits anymore

if we want to attract talent.

(sighs)

(groans) It's Detective Smullen.

Turns out the kid's black eye came from his boxing gym.

Like a dozen people saw him there this morning.

Rats. Hmm.

Can you think of any other reason,

besides robbery, that someone might want to kill him?

Sure. You don't get to where we're standing

without pissing people off.

How did you get here?

My brother and I were raised in Queens by a single mother.

Made some early bets on tech stocks that paid off.

But mostly, we got here because we sweat every single cent.

Oh, right, that's a chapter title in your book.

When your mom couldn't pay the heating bill as a kid,

you never unlearn the value of a dollar.

Ooh, let me guess:

the first dollar you and your brother ever made?

Yeah, 'cause I'm 170 years old.

That's from the Grant administration.

Oh. (sighs)

PETER: My brother collected rare paper currency.

He said every dollar tells a story.

So what's the story with this one?

I don't know. It was his thing.

You know, it's funny...

you two didn't seem that similar,

and yet you look so much alike.

What did you make of his transformation?

It was classic Bill.

He never half-assed anything.

But like you said, we were different.

I accepted that.

Did people ever mistake you two?

Now and then. Why?

When I was in law school,

I sat next to this girl, Penelope. So nice.

But then whenever I would see her on campus,

she would always blow me off.

Well, I finally confronted her, and it turns out

she wasn't blowing me off, she was a twin.

(laughter)

I mean, I'd been waving to her sister,

who must've thought I was a nut. KAYA: Wow.

Imagine that.

(laughs) I always thought that was so funny.

Oh, also, I spoke to a donut cart guy,

who says that the last time he saw Bill,

he acted like he didn't know him.

And I thought maybe that's because he didn't see Bill.

He saw you.

I didn't spend too much time at Bill's new place.

Now, if there's nothing else...

Forensics pinpointed time of death

to around 10:20 a.m.

I'm so sorry to ask, but can you provide your whereabouts?

PETER: I can look.

My life is back-to-back meetings and phone calls.

In fact, my next meeting started ten minutes ago.

Well, we did have some more questions.

Leave them with my assistant.

(sniffs)

Oh. You're done with those cops already?

Your next meeting's not for 20 minutes.

(sighing): I know.

(groans)

SMULLEN: We found half a dozen folks

in the neighborhood with $100 bills,

and all of them said that they got them from Bill.

Wait, no, before you start, I agree with you.

The mugging theory has holes.

Bill was beloved.

Everyone said that if word got around

that someone in the neighborhood had done it,

they'd turn him in.

So where does that leave us?

I think we're looking for someone from his old life.

A Wall Street type.

Someone like his brother. You saw his temper.

WAGNER: Sorry, no.

His brother's assistant emailed us his alibi.

At the time of death, Peter was on live TV,

giving a phone interview to this woman, Ava Mornier.

PETER: Ava, Ava, Ava, listen to me.

PETER: This guy, Conrad Deckles, you have him

on the show to bash Hepson.

Everything he said was dead wrong.

AVA: Okay, Peter. Uh, if you are just tuning in,

we had Conrad Deckles in the studio this morning,

the former CEO of Tellnon Technology.

We are now on with Peter Hepson of Hepson Capital.

PETER: He was running the business into the ground.

The shareholders weren't seeing any profits

quarter after quarter.

He hadn't addressed the inefficiencies.

Giving himself a huge salary, for what?

To play golf-- (TV turns off)

Who's this Conrad guy he's bashing?

So, Hepson Capital bought controlling shares

of Tellnon Technology.

Conrad Deckles was the founder.

But Hepson forced the board to fire Conrad.

Sounds like a motive. KAYA: Mm-hmm.

And if Conrad appeared on Ava's show

the morning of Bill's murder,

that means he was in New York.

I'll track him down.

Whoa.

You're quiet.

Hmm?

Oh. I was just thinking.

What?

Well, Peter was on "live TV,"

but he wasn't really on TV, was he?

You're thinking the interview was prerecorded?

We never prerecord. The show is always live.

And the call log says...?

AVA: Uh, Peter was in his office in Manhattan.

And Bill was killed in Queens.

Hmm.

Oh. Oops.

Um... (clears throat)

Is it unusual for Peter

to call in without being invited?

No, it helps him control the narrative.

Especially when he wants to influence a company

in which Hepson holds a financial interest.

Like a manipulation of the market?

Activist investing.

Right. That makes it sound better.

Hmm.

(clears throat)

♪ ♪

(smacks lips) Sorry, I don't have an answer.

I didn't ask a question.

Thank you anyway.

♪ ♪

Oh. Sorry. (mutters)

I'll have a P.A. show you out.

Oh, great. Thank you.

And tell me again, where did you go after you left the studio?

I told you, I went to a bar.

And you can't remember the name?

(sighs) Like I said,

some Irish place in Midtown.

Look, I needed a drink after hearing Peter tear me apart.

And no one can corroborate this?

We're been through this before, I paid in cash.

So you have a motive,

a grudge against Bill Hepson,

and no alibi.

Look, if I was gonna kill a Hepson brother,

why would it be Bill?

He stole your company from you,

and the world treated him like a saint.

Maybe you couldn't take it.

(sighs)

Let's hear it.

This guy's got motive, he's got means,

and he's got no alibi,

so what am I missing this time?

Elsbeth.

Carter's firm issued the press release.

And...

the captain's looking for you.

You're not missing anything.

You're a great detective, Bobby.

And it's been really nice working with you.

This isn't good, Elsbeth.

I'll resign.

If you think that's best for the good of the precinct.

Hang on.

First of all, is it true?

No, not a word.

But that won't matter.

I don't know.

When Lieutenant Noonan made me out to be a corrupt hack,

it felt to me that the truth mattered a great deal.

And I was lucky...

that someone else agreed.

You're not gonna resign, not yet.

The lieutenant and I will discuss our options.

This isn't over.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

We bought shares in the company.

But we like the management.

The CEO's a great guy.

He's really built something fantastic.

And he's got a great team underneath him.

That CEO is toast.

Hey. Oh, hi.

Does this signal activist intentions?

I wouldn't say we're taking an activist position at the moment.

We're still in the stage of gathering information...

I've been doing research on Hepson Capital's

investment portfolio.

But... how are you doing?

Hmm?

(smacks lips) Oh, that.

We're working on it.

Maybe I can help.

I can tell the captain what really happened so it's not you

breaking privilege. No, please.

Whatever you happened to hear has to stay between us.

AVA: This isn't your first experience with this company.

In 2017... What is this?

I've been watching hours of Ava Mornier's

interviews with Peter Hepson.

I've learned that Peter hates

inflation, DEI, CEOs, and rubber stamps.

Okay.

Also his nickname is "The Bull."

You can see why.

PETER: Don't! No!

Just shut up! Stop it.

He berates his staff while on live TV.

He's a nonstop talker.

He never, never asks Ava a question.

He barely even lets her speak.

Except in one interview.

PETER: What would you have done if you were me?

I want you to answer.

That's not a rhetorical question.

And be specific.

His alibi interview.

Not only does he ask her opinion,

he doesn't interrupt her for 32 seconds.

He sounds out of breath.

What if Peter murdered Bill while he was on the phone?

Except...

Ava said he was in Manhattan.

Yeah, that's a problem.

If only there was some way that we could prove that he wasn't.

PETER: Ava, Ava, Ava!

You are not listening to me!

I said shut up!

Shut up!

(gasps)

Hold on.

Wow, look at this amazing office.

Ms. Tascioni?

(clears throat) Peter, your appointment's here.

I have an appointment?

Oh, this is an incredible view.

You said you wanted case updates.

Thank you, Samantha.

Her name's Jessica.

Oh, Jessica!

Nice alibi by the way.

I've been watching old clips

between you and, uh, what's her name?

PETER: Ava Mornier.

How can I help you? Um...

this is just such a nice...

office.

I like that, uh, private entrance, too.

(Elsbeth whoops, chuckles)

So, um, this is where you had the call with Maeve?

You mean Ava? Yeah.

Hey, would you happen to be the same

Elsbeth Tascioni I read about on the terminal this morning?

The Chicago lawyer who's embroiled

in a corruption scandal?

Yep, that's me.

Just in a different life.

Nice of the NYPD to give you a second act.

Maybe that's why I can't stop thinking about your brother.

I made a big life change.

And there were certain people who just couldn't help

but take it personally.

I wonder

if there was someone in Bill's life

like that, too?

Mm-mm.

Mm-hmm.

Aw, is that your mother?

And, uh, this is you?

Actually, that's Bill.

Oh.

They look very close.

Where were you?

Ma asked me to take the picture.

So do you think all of this media coverage

that, uh, Bill was getting

was, you know, making him a target?

I know he came up a lot on, um...

Gosh, why won't that name stick in my head?

Ava.

Mabel?

No. Ava! Ava!

Ava! ADA: Hello.

How may I assist you?

Well, what do we have here?

ADA: Hello. How may I assist you?

Ada, shut up!

ADA: Sorry, I didn't catch that.

Please try again.

Ada, stop!

It's one of these... tech assistants.

I'm an early investor.

I know, I had one, too.

She got me in trouble.

She was also a little mean.

Ava!

ADA: Hello. How may I assist you?

Oh, that must be so irritating.

ADA: Okay, now playing

"I Hate Myself For Loving You" by--

Ada, stop!

Can we get to the point, please? I'm a little busy.

Right.

You mentioned A...

...A-V-A several times

during your interview on the day of Bill's murder.

But A-D-A

never interrupted you once.

It's almost like you weren't in this office.

I guess I just finally remembered to unplug her.

Right.

Thinking ahead.

Well played-ah.

ADA: Hello. How may I assist you?

(laughs)

ADA: Hello. How may I assist you?

Hello. How may I assist you?

Hello. How may I assist you?

Shut up, Ada.

(jazzy piano music plays)

Peter Hepson wasn't in his office

when his brother died.

I thought we agreed, it was the disgruntled CEO.

(sighs) I just don't buy it.

Ah, geez. What ever happened to "You're so smart, Detective"?

"Great job, Detective"?

WAGNER: I'll deal you in and you can tell us

about all of your theories.

But first, let's talk about exceptions

to the attorney-client privilege.

What's this?

We're brainstorming a plan to prove Elsbeth innocent.

Breaking privilege is nearly impossible.

And since when is Elsbeth Tascioni

deterred by "nearly impossible"?

We're still playing poker, right?

CONNOR: So eager.

You must have a good hand.

And I fold.

Hmm, me, too.

Well...

I'm all in.

(phone buzzing) (sighs)

Saskatchewan?

Hello? ELSBETH: What would you do if you were me?

Be specific.

Tascioni, you asked me to meet you at the crime scene.

Where are you?

Boo!

And... (growling)

Come on out... (muttering)

Wrestle, wrestle, wrestle. (grunting)

(both grunting)

And then push, push, push, push, struggle, struggle, push, push,

push, push, push.

Crash! (imitates explosion)

(imitates yelling)

Boom! You're dead.

The hell?!

And time.

Yes.

What's going on here?

Elsbeth's testing out a theory.

Officer Blanke figured out the alibi.

Hepson Capital invests

in this company that makes VIPs.

Uh, VPNs.

Virtual private networks.

It's the same technology that allows spammers to make it seem

like they're calling from different area codes.

Peter could have used one to make it seem like

he was calling from his office line

when he was really in Queens.

So he used the VPN

to mask his location,

called into Ava's show,

asked a question,

and then in the 32 seconds she took to answer it,

he...

knocked on this door,

summoning Bill from the apartment,

and then wrestled him to the window.

And boom, dead.

Timing works.

(dogs barking nearby)

Okay.

Can we get out of here, please?

So, how do we prove

this, uh, VP-whatever idea?

Well, we've requested access to Ava's show's metadata.

Unfortunately, media outlets don't hand over

that kind of thing without a warrant.

In the meantime, I might have something.

There was an interesting item in the Financial Journal

about commodities markets.

Define "interesting."

According to anonymous sources,

Hepson Capital took a giant position on cobalt

just before Bill's death.

And then right after he died,

the price jumped and they sold it at a huge profit.

I spoke to an analyst there who said that the order came

from Peter himself.

I'm sorry, I didn't make it past Intro to Finance.

What does cobalt have to do with anything?

I don't know.

I was hoping one of you might.

Elsbeth?

No, but I know someone who would.

Hmm.

I swear to God you reach an age

where you got to whiz every ten minutes.

Charming.

Can I clear some plates?

Oh, my God. Sorry.

Uh, for a second, I thought...

Your brother donated to my kid's school, and...

We're still picking. Thanks.

(sighs)

Sorry for your loss.

Must be hard hearing those tributes.

Why would it be hard?

The police came by. Again.

They want to see the metadata on my call logs.

Something about a VPN.

♪ ♪

You weren't really in your office that morning, were you?

(sighs)

State your terms, please.

I want two call-ins to the show per week,

one live hit a month, and I want real stock tips.

No more using my viewers for your own ends.

I want to know what Peter Hepson is investing in.

I'll give you one call a week.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

That was my first and final-- take it or leave it.

It's neither your business nor the police's

where I was that morning.

Go ahead, implicate me in a crime.

Believe me, my many friends and I

would be happy to return the calls

of whichever younger, blonder correspondent

they've got working the weekend gig these days.

Martina-- isn't that her name?

This should cover my half.

Till next time, Ava.

(clicks tongue, takes deep breath)

Thank you. Ava.

Hi.

Oh, you again. What a coincidence.

Uh, no, not really.

I read your interview in last May's Dress Up.

I didn't realize that someone could be that passionate

about skin serums.

Well, anyway, the caption says

this is where

you have all of your lunch meetings. See?

Hmm. Maybe you should have been a business reporter.

Maybe.

I do have a lot of questions.

Like what?

Well, for instance,

why would Bill Hepson's death

have affected the price of cobalt?

Did it?

I mean, it could be another coincidence, but...

Actually, no.

Bill's charity funded research into alternative battery tech.

Cobalt mines are terrible

for the environment, human rights.

Without Bill's funding, cobalt's more likely

to remain a component, hence the price spike.

Wow, I can't believe this, but...

that actually is interesting.

I'm confused.

You're not with the SEC, so what's it to you?

Hepson Capital took a big position on cobalt

the day before Bill died.

And what?

You think that means that Peter Hepson knew

his brother was going to die?

Is it securities fraud if you trade

on the knowledge that you're gonna kill someone?

Well, according to Matt Levine,

"Everything is securities fraud."

But it feels like murder is

the more relevant crime in this situation.

I can't believe that someone would be that greedy.

Even Peter.

Oh, please.

You know what he left me for our $300 lunch?

A five? (scoffs)

He gave you this just now?

And he ordered the filet.

I just have one more question.

Can you make change for a 20?

Ladies and gentlemen,

it just hit the tape.

Tellnon Technology has been acquired.

(cheering)

And just look at our stock go!

This has been a very difficult time for the company,

so I want to thank you for your hard work these past few days...

Sorry, past few...

Hang on. What is going on?

(murmuring)

Hey, Peter.

Ava Mornier is reporting a heavy law enforcement presence

outside our offices.

What the hell is the point of overpaying your lawyers

if they won't answer the phone

when the Feds are right outside your offices?

Not the Feds. Just us.

Peter Hepson, you are under arrest

for the murder of Bill Hepson.

Oh, please.

You can't prove that.

I bet you five bucks I can.

What the hell is that?

On the morning of the murder,

Bill made a visit to his safe-deposit box

where he keeps his currency collection.

He was gonna auction it off.

Bill didn't just collect old Civil War money.

He collected modern bills, too.

Bills with unique misprints.

And with interesting serial numbers.

Maybe you could read this one for us.

B-eight-eight-eight-eight...

They're all eights. So what?

So it's, like, super rare.

Your brother's banker confirmed this one was his.

We got it from Ava, who says she got it from you.

The only way this Honest Abe ends up in your wallet

is if you saw your brother on the morning of the murder.

You pushed him, and on your way out,

you saw this envelope of cash,

and you just couldn't help but take it.

Because you sweat every cent.

ELSBETH: I just don't understand it, though.

Your own brother.

What would your mother say?

He was always her favorite, wasn't he?

Don't do that Freud crap with me.

Don't you dare.

And then he became everyone else's favorite, too.

He acted like it had nothing to do with me,

but of course it did.

We shared a business. We shared a face.

Which means it wasn't just his life to throw away.

Now every other finance jerk on the street

gets to go on making his buck, but I'm some kind of scrooge.

What? We should've been proud of what we built.

She should've been proud.

She?

She always hugged him first.

BOBBY: All right, Penny-bags.

I got to put the cuffs on.

I admit nothing.

You think I'm going down for this?

(scoffs)

(sighs)

We should get going. Right.

You ready?

Oh, yeah.

♪ ♪

Mr. Van Ness, do you remember me?

I'm one of the lawyers who worked on your first divorce.

Elsbeth, what are you doing here?

We need to talk. You can't be here.

Leave us, Carter. (clears throat)

Mr. Van Ness, the law firm representing you

recently issued a press release blaming me for your legal woes,

destroying my reputation.

I might lose my job.

That's rough.

You're looking at a woman with nothing left to lose.

But, of course, your secrets are safe with me.

Good. That said,

I've been approached for help by your soon-to-be ex, TruRose.

You breathe a word to her about that police report,

I'll make your life hell.

How so?

Well, I have friends in the police.

You might find your door kicked in one night.

Then there's my team's fans,

who are very loyal to a man who spends so generously on roster.

Betray me, and your email will be flooded

with Internet harassment.

You'll regret the day you opened your mouth.

Everything okay here?

You want to keep your job, you better get lost.

You hear me?

I'm sorry, sir, but you're under arrest.

You've been menacing my friend here,

and that's a misdemeanor. Oh, please.

We were just talking. (siren whooping)

No, you were threatening me in front of a witness,

which means we no longer have attorney-client privilege.

I'm free to defend myself,

and I am really, really good at defending.

(grunts, mutters)

♪ ♪

After a former attorney for Mark Van Ness

confirmed the existence of a 2016 police report

filed by his first wife, Amber Van Ness,

police sources have provided details of the incident,

describing the toxic marriage...

(TV turns off)

Police sources?

I'm not the only one who wants the police to do better.

Thanks for sticking with me through this.

I can't lose you here, Elsbeth.

You still got more to do.

Yes, I do.