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I, I really can't stay very long,

I have to be up at an ungodly hour.

Did I say something at dinner
that I should know about?

No, I'm just exhausted is all.

Look, you can, uh,
you can spend the night,

you can crash here.

I, uh, I can get you
to work in the morning,

I'll sleep on the couch

No funny business, I promise.

Of course, if you start
any funny business...

Look, I have this rule.

Yeah.

No sleepovers on a first date.

Right.

Unless they involve footsie pajamas.

Perfect.

Do you like cowboys or dinosaurs?

'Cause I got both.

Well, then maybe I
should have some coffee.

Alright.

I have, I've got a French press.

Oh God.

What?

I can't stay.

Yeah, you can.

No, Billie, hey, hey, Billie.

Sure you can.

- You have cats?
- No I don't, I hate cats.

Why would I have a cat?
- I have to get out of here-

- No, no, no.
- Before my face swells up

and my lungs collapse.

Billie, let's talk about this.

Wait a minute.

What?

Whoa, what the hell?

You told me you had no pets.

That is not mine.

That-
- I will not be lied to.

Hey, hey, Billie.

Billie.

I do not know how it
got out of its cage.

You brought a ferret into my house.

Look, I was just trying
to do Sandy a favor,

okay, my place has a
strict no pets clause.

This is Sandy's ferret?

Sandy's niece, okay.

She went to Asia for six months,

and then Sandy was gonna watch it

but her land lady was like

"Ferrets are disease carriers,"

which is a total fallacy, by the way.

All right, look,
okay, the ferret is out,

I want my keys back,

and you no longer have
privileges at my place.

All right, that's fair.

Hey, what's going on
with your new assignment?

You were telling me about this chef.

Yeah, Dylan Morris.

He's this guy testifying
against a mob boss.

Geez Louise, the witness protection guy.

Mm-hmm.

That's huge news, it's everywhere.

Yeah, it's like "Good
Fellas" meets Emeril, sure.

Wow.

Yeah.

So what are you gonna do for him?

Read him his last rights.
- I don't know, I don't know.

If I knew-

You wouldn't tell me.

Right.

That's fine, it doesn't bother me.

You okay with that?

Yeah?

I lied, it bothers me.

I'm thinking about

a barn.

A barn?

One of those old, not
quite falling down places

that you'd see out in the country.

There's one out in Prince Edward County

that I've had my eye on.

Unfortunately, Dylan, I don't think

that you're gonna be opening up

any restaurants in witness protection.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

If it makes you feel
better to fantasize.

Well it's certainly
better than thinking-

So, what's going on?

Into my head at any moment.

Uh, that's Dylan
Morris, our star witness.

Right.

For the next two weeks until trial

we will have people on all
of our witnesses, 24/7.

We've got you covered.

Says the spider to the fly.

And who's this?

That's the Crown Counsel,

Isabel Dessante.

I wanna take you back to
the night of the shooting.

Wow, you don't bore easily.

The jury hasn't heard it.

The Crown Counsel is worried

that Dylan's testimony won't be enough.

Gwen wants us to dig up whatever we can.

Which is why you're here.

Hoping there's something
he might have overlooked,

something he might be seeing-

But not saying.

So the last customer had gone.

My cousin Jack, he manages
the restaurant for me,

he and I are going over
the night's totals,

and we hear an argument.

So I go into the wine bar,

I see Will, my business partner,

he's having it out with Zapata.

Your other business partner.

Can you tell the court

how you first came to meet Nick Zapata?

This is for all the marbles, Dylan.

You screw up on the stand
the whole case goes belly up.

And so do I?

Is that what you were gonna say?

Shall I repeat the question?

Before Sterling got involved,

I went to Zapata for some start up cash.

The two of them never got
along from the beginning.

And I did everything in my
power to keep them apart.

Clearly they made an arrangement

to meet at the restaurant after it closed.

Second shot Sterling stopped moving,

and I was afraid that Zapata
was going to do me too.

He just dropped the gun,

told me to clean up,

and then he left.

Well?

I saw what he described
exactly how he said it.

No question?

No, no.

He seems a bit nervous.

Yeah, well the man's about
to put away a mob boss,

I think you'd be nervous too.

Okay, so Dylan hears an
argument in the wine bar,

he finds his business
partner Will Sterling

yelling at big time crime boss Nick Zapata

about how he wants his investment back.

And then in front of Dylan

Zapata kills Sterling.

Well, let's hope it's
enough for the jury.

So, in the beginning Dylan
covered up the murder, right?

Yeah, that was our bargaining chip,

we don't prosecute in exchange
for Zapata's testimony.

And then he points his finger at Zapata,

I mean, doesn't that feel
a little self serving?

That's the downside of
flipping a co-conspirator.

Hopefully the jury sees
Zapata as the greater evil.

Right.

Dylan's cousin Jack is on his way up

if you wanna observe,

and one of my people is on
the sous chef Magda Desmond,

so that should do us for the witnesses.

Isabel, I'd like you to meet Toby Logan.

Toby, this is the Crown
Counsel, Isabel Dessante.

Pleasure, Mr. Logan.

A chante.

Mr. Logan is our resident consultant

on facial expressions.

Stuff like that.

Mm. So tell me how do you know

if a witness is lying.

Their lips are moving.

Remind me to get you to
screen my next jury pool.

Thank you.

Hey Jack.

How you doing?

Oh, hanging in there, you know?

You?

Good.

Getting kind of tired of
coming to this place though.

Right this way, Mr. Nassiter.

It'll all be over soon, all right?

All right.

It should have been me

that walked into that
wine bar instead of Dylan.

The guy who's done time
for aggravated assault

would have been a better
peace maker, is that it?

Like I said, I'm not proud of my past,

I did some things, things
I paid a price for,

but Dylan, he helped me get around that.

And in gratitude you
hooked him up with Zapata.

My cousin came to me for help,

his restaurant was going under.

What's so difficult for
you to get about that?

Oh, we get that he was in trouble,

but not everybody goes
to the mob for a loan.

Well, not everybody's
taped out at the banks,

if you know what I mean.

I'm supposed to sit there,

and watch my cousin's dream go up in smoke

when I had a direct
line to some easy money?

It's two weeks from now
you're talking to the jury.

We're sitting there,
we hear this yelling,

it's obvious it's coming
from the wine bar,

so I get up to go and have a look,

but Dylan's like "No,
no, no, I'll go see."

I hear two shots.

I go for the wine bar,

I see Zapata running out,

I go in, find Sterling dead.

See now Zapata says that it was you

who had the bad blood with Sterling,

that it anyone had motive it was you.

He says a lot of things.

But you don't deny wanting Sterling out.

I knew bringing him
aboard would be bad news,

but Dylan, he had big plans.

He wanted to expand and what not.

But then bang, bang, dream's over.

Anything?

Well, the only difference
between his memory

and Dylan's memory is that Jack

offered to go check out the argument.

Other than that, pretty much the same.

Sorry.

Uh, Amy Sterling, the victim's wife,

she's downstairs.

Okay, have her come up.

She said she was hoping
that she didn't have to.

I wish
I had more confidence

that monster will be convicted.

Well, the Crown Counsel believes

she can make her case.

I can barely get that
woman to return my calls.

She's doing everything she
possibly can, I promise you.

People say Zapata is too
powerful to be touched.

Not this time.

When Will found out who
his partners really were,

he felt like he'd been kicked in the gut.

We were blindsided,

and now he's dead,

and the whole world thinks Will
was a crooked business man.

I can't even begin to
imagine how difficult

this has all been for you.

They killed my husband,

and they destroyed his reputation.

I can't bring him back,

I just wanna save his good name.

We will.

Don't irritate it.

It can't get out, right?

I mean everything is secure.

No, no, no, how's it gonna get out?

It doesn't have opposable thumbs.

All right.

Well I guess, look, if it's for Sandy,

I guess you can keep
it in the locker room.

Thanks, I really appreciate it.

Smells bad enough in there as it is.

Right.

So, uh, how long do
you figure it's gonna,

I mean it or she,
whatever is gonna be here?

Oh, just a couple days.

My parents were gonna take it,

but they live above the restaurant,

so they can't uh...

Hey, wait a second, you wouldn't consider-

Consider what?

Taking the thing.

I mean you got kids, I
know you love your kids.

I mean this thing is hours of fun.

Look at the way it's playing
- Forget it, Mr. Bey.

It's just like I couldn't
think of a nicer family

and a better home really.

I said no.

- You wanna drop the case?
- Not at all.

In fact, I wanna raise the ante.

I'm sorry, are you trying
Zapata on murder charges or not?

- What Isabel is getting at-
- Thank you, Alvin,

but I think that I can get
at what I'm getting at.

You traded your little fish chef

for a bigger fish, Zapata.

Now I wanna use Zapata to trade up

to the really big fish.

Well now I know I'm missing something.

We had an unexpected breakthrough

late last night from Interpol.

We think that we can tie Zapata

to an international
money laundering scheme

involving hundreds of millions of dollars.

Great, so we can get him for
murder and money laundering.

Why throw out the baby
with the bath water?

It's not about throwing
anything out, Michelle,

it's about-
- It's about using it,

leverage.

We plea bargain our way into a case

against the international syndicate.

And you think he's gonna
give up his crime pals

to beat a murder rap?

If he thinks that the
murder rap is gonna stick,

then yeah, you bet.

You support this?

Uh, I'd like recuse myself if possible.

I've been working this case
since we took over for metro,

getting Dylan to turn wasn't exactly

a matter of saying please and thank you,

and now you want me to
tell him to just forget it?

She's got a point.

What happens if your star witness

gets cold feet on the day of trial?

What then?

You lose Zapata on murder,

and any chance of landing the whales

that he was swimming with.

She's also got a point.

Well I just told Will Sterling's widow

that the man who killed
her husband would pay.

Well that's a limb that you went out on,

Sergeant McCluskey, not me.

I don't know what you hope to get

dragging me down here again.

Well it's not the murder

that I'm so interested
in per se, Mr. Zapata,

it's a trip that you
took to Europe last fall,

October 2nd.

This is you emerging
from a bank in Zurich.

Now, those two gentleman
that you're with there,

they've since been brought
up on money laundering

and racketeering charges.

Some people just take
the wrong path in life.

Well maybe you're not aware,

but new international banking regulations

require reporting of
suspicious transactions.

That's good to know.

Arthur, take a note of that.

Now we know that you
opened a common account

with both of those gentleman,

and that withdrawals

and deposits from said account

are in excess of $10 million a month.

What do you got against a businessman

trying to make a legitimate living?

You go to trial in two weeks

for the murder of Will Sterling.

A murder I did not commit.

Well I have an eye
witness that says different,

and quite frankly, Mr. Zapata,

with your background,

I don't see a jury being
disabused of that notion.

Arthur, she's now accusing me

of abusing the jury.

No, Mr. Zapata, what I'm saying-

What the Crown Counsel wants

is for you to give evidence

against these men and others

in exchange for the murder
charges being dropped.

Well that is very interesting.

Isn't that interesting, Arthur?

You gals just blew it.

I'm sorry?

You told us you have nothing.

I said no such thing.

Your murder case just flamed out.

We know you were at the
restaurant that night.

I never said I wasn't.

You got into a heated
exchange with Mr. Sterling.

Because he was scum.

I told you, he wanted
to pull his money out.

Jack was furious, he had
more of a beef than I did.

When I left they were still going at it.

And like I told you 10 times,

Jack should be on trial here, not me.

As far as your plea bargain,

you can shove it lady,

'cause the only deal that
I'm interested in from you

is for you to drop all the charges,

and make a public apology.

Safe to say that that didn't go well.

Well, it might have gone better

if you'd let me do the talking,

but I guess you got what you wanted.

Not offering to negotiate

the murder charges showed weakness.

Michelle, this is not the slam dunk case

that you see to think that it is.

Dylan Morris could be
playing us for fools,

hoping that we put away
a very powerful man

who wants him dead.

If we don't get him on money laundering,

you better hope to hell that
the murder charge sticks,

because if Zapata doesn't go down,

one of us just might.

We better find some new evidence soon,

or this trial could be
over before it starts.

No pressure.

So you're saying that
Zapata threw the wine glass,

and then left-
- Yeah.

- He never fired the shot.
- No.

I mean the read-in
before a shot was fired.

Let's say Dylan has reversed
his story so many times

that when he tells it what he sees,

what I saw is the fictional version

of what actually happened.

Which means Zapata could
be telling the truth.

Jack shot Sterling and
Dylan is covering for him.

Let's go talk to the chef.

This is my associate Toby Logan.

How you doing?

I brought you some
cannoli from Scarchelli's.

I appreciate Toby,
but Scarchelli's isn't

quite the restaurant that it used to be.

Okay, well, you don't
want 'em I'll take 'em all.

Uh, no, no, no, that's
fine, they can stay.

So what's up?

You are aware that the terms

of your witness protection
are null and void

if you perjure yourself
on the stand, right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who
said anything about perjury?

When did you say you bought these?

It's a gift, if you don't want them-

It's day old.

Do you see how soft the pastry is?

You don't (indistinct) day old.

Have you been completely honest with me

and the Crown Counsel?

Do you think I'm crazy?

You think I'm gonna screw
around with my life on the line?

You knowing got into
business with the mob,

yeah, I think you're capable
of high risk behavior.

What is this really about sergeant?

What, suddenly you don't trust me?

I don't think trust
was ever in the equation.

Simple question,

how did Will Sterling end
up dead at your restaurant?

Sterling found out about the operation,

and he wants a piece.

That cannot happen.

I told you he was
trouble from the beginning.

So let's get him down here right now.

It was Zapata.

I don't know how many ways I can,

I can say this.

You're forgetting who's on trial here.

I'm the one that's putting
my neck on the line

to bring down a guy that
you couldn't lay a glove on.

Yeah and when the trial is over

we can show our appreciation.

Well, perhaps you could show it now.

I wanted to cook one
last supper, if you will,

for the three of us that
started the restaurant,

me, Jack, Magda.

It would mean a hell of a lot to me.

You're a target, Dylan,

I don't think you wanna show
up at your own restaurant

this close to the trial.

The defense is gonna scream collusion.

It's over anyway.

Whether I take a bullet

or end up in some god forsaken suburbia.

I'm done.

I'm done.

Dylan, Jack and Zapata

met the night before Sterling arrived.

They were talking about
how Sterling found out

about the big money laundering operation.

The international scheme
that Interpol turned up.

Right.

Now I can't figure out if
Sterling wanted a cut of it,

or if he wanted hush money.

Right and Zapata wasn't having it.

Right, neither was Jack.

So what happened?

Well that's it, I need
another crack at them.

I gotta get them with their guards down.

Yeah, okay, I just need to figure out

how to tell Isabel all of this

without letting her know
where I got my information.

We'll figure it out.

So you say you wanna
go after the big fish,

well Sterling was killed because

he threatened to expose those big fish.

And you know this suddenly how?

I reviewed all the physical evidence

in light of the new Interpol information,

including everything Sterling left behind.

He was researching a bunch of companies

the days before he died.

Nothing looked suspicious,

we thought he was just looking
for new investments. But now-

You think they could be tied
to global money launderers.

Yeah.

Okay, say Sterling stumbled
upon the bigger scheme,

maybe he went to Zapata

and threatened exposing them with it.

You think?

Why wouldn't Sterling
go to the authorities?

Because the authorities
don't pay extortion fees.

Seems like nobody's hands
were clean in this one.

But only one person pulled the trigger.

Do you think she knows about us?

Michelle?

She's pretty smart,

but I think we've been pretty discrete,

forgetting the odd copy room counter.

I wish that I was as confident

about her smarts as you are.

Trust me, there's nobody better.

Well thanks to her I built
a case on marginal evidence,

and witnesses who stand to gain

from the prosecution of Nick Zapata.

You sure this is about the case,

and it's not just about two accomplished,

ambitious women letting
their personal animosity

get in the way of their professional duty?

We have a history.

Something I don't know about?

Yeah, well that's because she made sure

it never crossed your desk.

We had a run in.

Remember those arrests
in the financial district

last Christmas?

Well she accused me of grand standing

because I insisted that there
was press at the perp walk.

I said some things that I shouldn't,

and we never did work it out.

Answer it.

I'm gonna take a shower.

- Hey.
- Hey. Am I calling too late?

No, no, it's fine.

Where are you?

Me?

Um, I'm, you know, I'm at home.

I think you, uh, I think
you left the shower running.

What's on your mind?

I have a proposition for you.

I'm all ears.

Well good. Bring your ears
and your playmate down here

first thing in the morning,

and I will explain.

Crap.

He wants to go back to the restaurant,

and cook a final meal?

He's very passionate about it.

And, of course, he wants to
invite the other witnesses.

Look, I know, it sounds like a bad idea,

but just think about
it for one minute here.

We could bug the entire place.

There would be no chance of them colluding

without our knowing.

We may learn more in four hours

than we did in four months.

And none of it is admissible.

Yeah, I could seek a court order,

but then we risk entrapment.

The wine would certainly flow,

lips would loosen.

It's not the worst idea I've ever heard.

I have a far more
concern, security.

How much safer is he
pinned to a hotel room?

Look, I'll make sure the
entire place is locked down.

And I suppose that you wouldn't want to

chill the conversation with your presence?

No, I'll have a man there.

Let me guess, your behavioral whiz.

Mr. Logan, yes.

Yeah, you wanna prove
that you're right that much.

No, I wanna get to the truth that much.

Dinner at eight,

back in their cages by 12.

Armed escorts both ways.

All raw intel comes directly to me.

This backfires, I will deny
that I ever agreed to it.

I knew we'd find some common ground.

Geez, hope you like
a cavity search with dinner.

Give me a call if you need anything.

Yeah, I will.

Hey, let me ask you a
question before you go.

Sure.

Ryder seem like he's
acting strange to you lately?

No, not really.

I don't know, he seems kind of touchy,

like moody, sullen, not really himself.

No, that seems pretty normal to me.

Look, I'm a little busy
with this case right now

so I don't really wanna go-

Eh, it was worth a shot, okay.

I gotta go feed the ferret.

Good luck with that.

Thanks.

Hey, how you doing?

Are you sure you don't
wanna join me for dinner?

No, I'm good,

but I'm just gonna be
right around the corner

if you need anything.

Okay, these guys gonna let me in?

- Yeah, you're good.
- All right.

Mr. Logan, right?

Yeah.

- I'm Jack.
- Hey.

What can I get you?

I'll take, uh, two
fingers of your best Irish.

You bet.

Sorry gentleman.

I'm so sorry.

Hey Jack.

I see you met Mr. Logan.

Toby, you can call me Toby.

Please tell me Magda's in there.

She's been chopping
and mincing since five.

- Care to see the kitchen?
- Sure, yeah.

This is where the magic happens.

Magda, this is Toby Logan.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How you doing?

Toby is a cop who is not here for food,

but we'll pretend otherwise.

Mm, love lobster.

We just use it to perfume
the white asparagus.

Okay, shoo.

No one is allowed in my kitchen

unless you're prepared to work in it.

It's not your kitchen yet, Magda.

Sorry, slip of the tongue.

Mm, killer.

Who wants to get fed?

What the hell are you
doing here, Mr. Bey?

I came to feed the ferrets,
what are you doing here?

I moved out.

Of your house?

Yes, of my house.

Oh.

Well, uh, may I ask the
nature of the problem?

The nature?

My wife kicked me out.

Oh, that sucks.

Yeah.

It does.

Is there another woman?

No, no, uh, apparently
the problem is me.

Can you believe that?

All me.

And, uh, my anger.

She wants me to go to anger management,

and I said "No."

Well, I don't know what to say.

You can say goodnight, Mr. Bey.

Okay, good night.

Uh, can I feed the ferret,

or you want me to leave it?

You know what, I'm sure
I can take care of that.

Half of that bowl should be fine.

Sorry, about waking you up, sorry.

♪ I've got soul, it's worth snacking ♪

♪ My baby ♪

♪ Soul food, it's so sweet ♪

♪ Soul divas, they like me ♪

♪ I got a girl and she's got soul ♪

♪ This I know (indistinct) ♪

♪ She's so fine ♪

♪ She's full of soul from head to feet ♪

♪ Oh we, I can knock on wood ♪

♪ Knock on wood, knock on wood ♪

To my friends, may we always
remember the happier times.

Salute.

I'm going to get the dessert.

Pardon me.

Would you mind telling me

what the point of all this is?

Oh, I don't know, the end
of my life as I know it.

I thought maybe I'd mark the occasion.

You're not the only one
who's life's gonna change.

You know what, Jack, have a drink.

In fact, have a bunch of drinks.

Is that supposed to make it all better?

Is that gonna get us our
lives back, huh, Dylan?

Look, I wanted to make sure that you,

me and Magda were on the
same page, that's all.

How do I know what
you're telling the cops

is the same thing you're telling me?

Don't get all paranoid on me now, Jack.

They're already asking
about my getting pissed off

that Sterling was brought in.

We all stick to the same story,

and nobody gets hurt.

Voila, creme brulee.

Thank you.

Would you mind?

Of course.

Listen, I, uh, I gotta
check in with my boss.

Short leash?

Something like that.

I know the feeling.

Must be a little nerveracking
with the trial coming up.

Yeah.

Yeah, takes a lot of guts

to stand up to a guy like Zapata.

I'm not so sure guts is the right word,

it's more like death wish.

So this must be where
you passed Zapata, right?

What?

I read your deposition.

You said that you passed Zapata

as you were coming into the
wine bar, and he was leaving.

He is going to bring all us down.

End this right now.

End it right now.

Do it.

So you're saying that Jack

was actually in the wine bar

with Dylan, Zapata and Sterling?

Yeah, Zapata put the gun in Jack's hand,

and Jack is apparently
the one who shot Sterling.

Okay, well let's see if you can

put Dylan through his paces again.

I'm gonna text you some questions

I'd love to get answered.

All right, got it.

Three words, unfreaking
believable this is.

Wow.

Anyone can give you the taste,

but it's the aromatics, the mouth feel,

that's what's sublime.

I noticed, uh, on your wine list earlier

that you had no Five Sauternes,

that's my favorite.

Excellent choice.

I've got a bottle in the wine bar.

Give me two secs.

You mind if I join you?

Please.

After you.

Something on your mind, Mr. Logan?

I don't really think you're interested

in the wine bar.

No, I'm not.

It's a nice wine bar though.

It's just I've become aware

of a few new facts.

Oh?

Yeah, we can confirm that Zapata

brought a gun to the
restaurant that night.

I told you that from the
start, not exactly a revelation.

True, but the fact
that he gave it to Jack,

and told him to shoot Sterling is.

Now that's ridiculous.

Zapata's just trying to save his skin.

End it.

Do it.

Jack was scared, his
hands were trembling,

maybe he missed on purpose.

Dylan, we know Jack shot Sterling.

Just the first shot.

All right, it's the one that grazed him.

I didn't say anything because

I was trying to protect him,

the same way he protected
me when we were kids.

Zapata shot him the way that you would

put down a dog.

He fired the only shot that mattered.

Sir, I'm sorry. I've been
driving around all night,

I gotta tell you something.

Tell me what?

Your wife is right, sir.

Hang on, just think about it for a second.

I mean look how you are with
me. Not just me, but mainly me.

And, you know, sometimes I deserve it,

but I don't think I deserve this.

I don't think anyone deserves this.

Deserves what?

That, that right there.

You don't even know you're
doing it when you're doing it.

I mean I think you should take
this anger management course,

and get your life under control.

I care about you, we all care about you.

Good might.

Sure I knew Sterling,

he was part owner.

So how'd you swing
getting the restaurant?

Oh, I have Dylan to thank for that one.

His generosity or stupidity

for getting involved
with the wrong people?

A little bit of both, I guess.

Mm-hmm. What do you
have to do in return?

Just keep up the
restaurant's reputation,

make sure people never forget
who made it what it is.

That's it?

That's all you have to do?

That's a pretty sweet deal.

Good, he bought it,

and so will the jury.

Only I don't buy it.

Neither will the jury.

Hey, so tell me you have something.

I think we have a game changer here.

I think you may wanna reconsider
your dinner invitation.

That's Dylan's story,

and Magda's sticking to it.

Well if she's lying then Dylan is too.

Right.

I already told you everything,
I mean why would I lie?

Maybe to get out from
the shadow of Dylan,

take over the restaurant

without having to lift a finger.

I wouldn't do that.

You know that the restaurant
was used to launder money.

I stayed out of the
business side of things.

Well Dylan had a lot to hide,

and he needed help.

I had to back up his lie.

I didn't want to, I never wanted to.

We know he made you lie.

All three of your stories
are in syn for a reason.

You still say that you saw Zapata

leave the restaurant after
the shots were fired.

After the first shot, yes.

Everyone says that there was two shots,

one after another, but I'm
beginning to think that maybe

there was time between the two shots.

It's gonna come out
either here or in court,

the difference is you'll face perjury

once you've been sworn.

Zapata was literally walking out

of the restaurant doors when,

when the second shot was fired.

That only leaves one
person left with Sterling.

I'll be ready in a minute.

You're not going anywhere
until you tell us the truth.

I've told you the truth.

Several versions.

Yeah, stitched together
from bits and pieces

of what actually happened.

I really don't know what you're hoping

to get from me that I
haven't already told you.

You bought Magda's
silent with the restaurant,

you falsified Jack's involvement,

so what else aren't you telling us?

They know.

I had a good thing going,

why'd you have to go and ruin it?

No, you shot him.

What?

You shot him,

and you framed Zapata.

Who set me up?

We even know where you hid the gun.

When Sterling found out how much money

Zapata was making from
the money laundering,

he wanted in.

He knew who he was getting in bed with

right from the beginning.

That's not what his wife said.

Well then she's either a liar or blind.

I take it Zapata didn't
wanna share the wealth.

Zapata gave the gun to Jack,

just like he said.

Told him to shoot.

Jack's always been the tough guy,

but he didn't have the stomach
to kill a man like that.

But you did.

Good morning.

Am I the only one that thinks
a celebration is in order?

You know that was very cleaver of you

setting up the scene of the crime

so that Dylan would confess.

Well thank you.

If you hadn't signed off on the dinner

none of this would have been possible.

This is a surprise.

What?

Oh nothing, nothing,

it's just nice to see
you two getting along.

Why wouldn't we get along?

Yeah, two strong women

expressing our opinions, doing our jobs.

Why wouldn't we be
supportive of one another?

No, I just mean-

What do you mean?

I have no idea.

That's what I thought.

- I gotta go.
- I'll call you about lunch.

Terrific.

Hey.

Hey.

Hi.

Look, I'm, uh, I really overreacted

about the whole thing.

I mean, how were you supposed to know

that I was allergic to all fury things?

So I was thinking maybe
if you're free tonight-

Yes, yes, I am, I'm free.

What?

Come on, no, not again.

Billie.

Excuse you.

You all right?

Uh, is there a problem?

No.

Are you okay, ma'am?

Oh, she's allergic to 'em,

sorry about that.

Uh, Mr. Bey?

Yes, sir?

You know I'm just
booking out for the day,

I'm gonna take this little guy home

to see the kids.

That's great, sir.

I just wanted to say,
uh, well, thank you.

It's no problem, sir.

You have fun with Cynthia.

She's a girl?

I guess.