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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.

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.

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.

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--
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!

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!

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.

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.

Peter?

What are you doing--

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.

Peter, you
better quit it!

Get off!

You gotta stop it!

Oh!

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.

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...

...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.

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.

Mm.

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

The hell you standing
around for?

Sir. Sir.
Don't tou--

Don't touch me.
Whoa.

Stand back.
Didn't we just--

No. That's his
twin brother,

Peter Hepson.
Don't touch me!

Don't touch me!
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?

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?

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.

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.

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.

Does the firm's high
ethical standards include lying?

Don't shoot the messenger.

Can I stun gun him, at least?

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?

Welcome.

Let's hit
the conference room.

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

No confessions yet.

This is a hedge fund?

I thought it'd be more...

...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.

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.

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.

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

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

Imagine that.

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?

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.

Oh. You're done
with those cops already?

Your next meeting's
not for 20 minutes.

I know.

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.

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.

Ava, Ava, Ava, listen to me.

This guy, Conrad Deckles,
you have him

on the show to bash Hepson.

Everything he said
was dead wrong.

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.

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--

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.
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...?

Uh, Peter was in
his office in Manhattan.

And Bill was killed
in Queens.

Hmm.

Oh. Oops.

Um...

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.

Sorry,
I don't have an answer.

I didn't ask a question.

Thank you anyway.

Oh. Sorry.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Ava, Ava, Ava!

You are not listening to me!

I said shut up!

Shut up!

Hold on.

Wow, look at this
amazing office.

Ms. Tascioni?

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?

Ava Mornier.

How can I help you?
Um...

this is just such a nice...

office.

I like that, uh,
private entrance, too.

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!
Hello.

How may I assist you?

Well, what do we have here?

Hello. How may I assist you?

Ada, shut up!

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!

Hello. How may I assist you?

Oh, that must be so irritating.

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.

Hello. How may I assist you?

Hello. How may I assist you?

Hello. How may I assist you?

Hello. How may I assist you?

Shut up, Ada.

Peter Hepson wasn't
in his office

when his brother died.

I thought we agreed,
it was the disgruntled CEO.

I just don't buy it.

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

"Great job, Detective"?

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?

So eager.

You must have a good hand.

And I fold.

Hmm, me, too.

Well...

I'm all in.

Saskatchewan?

Hello?
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...

Come on out...

Wrestle, wrestle, wrestle.

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

push, push, push.

Crash!

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.

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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

All right, Penny-bags.

I got to put the cuffs on.

I admit nothing.

You think I'm going down
for this?

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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