All language subtitles for High.Potential.S02E10.WEB

All right, check your gear.

This is rarefied air,
my friends.

HALO jumps aren't something
a lot of civilians get to do.

Yeah!

We're jumping at 30,000 feet.
Mask up. Stay calm.

Remember your training.

Let's go, guys.

Whoo! That is what
I'm talking about, baby.

Damn,
you landed like a bullet.

Hey, guys,
I think there's something wrong
with Padilla.

Padilla! Hey!

I am so excited about this one.

Okay, Morgan.

Dare I ask why?

The guy's alive
when he jumps, and dead
when he hits the ground.

You're not excited
to figure out
how you kill someone midair?

We can't assume that.

Could be he lost consciousness
midair and died on impact
when he hit the ground.

Why would we be here
if the medical examiner
didn't think it was murder?

Just try to keep
your enthusiasm
at an appropriate level.

What do we know?

Captain Alonso Padilla,
retired Air Force
Special Recon.

Worked as a therapist on base
but still served
in the reserves.

Taught skydiving here
twice a week.

Seemed like everyone liked him,
until this.
It was a routine jump.

ME found this in his jumpsuit.

"I know what
you're doing. Stop or die."

One of Padilla's students
could've slipped that
into his pocket.

Or maybe someone else did it
on the ground.

The point of the note was
to get him to back off
whatever he was doing.

Why threaten the guy
if you're about to kill him?

Plus,
this wasn't written today.

I left my phone in the car.
Give me yours.

Uh, the last time
I let you borrow my phone--

I changed the ringtone
to "Baby Got Back."
I haven't heard the end of it.

Just give me your phone.
This is work-related.

It wasn't funny.

See,
when you write with ink,
at first, the line is sharp,

but because the ink has
solvents in it, over time,
the line fades.

That's why you get
that little halo
around the letters.

A few days later,
the solvent evaporates,
and the dye stays where it is.

So, this was written
at least a few days ago.

And Padilla was
just walking around with
a death threat in his pocket?

Maybe he was trying
to figure out who wrote it.

Maybe he was using it
as motivation.

Well, whatever it is,
it's safe to say
Padilla didn't stop

and the killer
followed through.

I think it's time
to talk to his students.

Couldn't he just've had
a heart attack,
plain and simple?

Why? Did Padilla mention
feeling sick? Anything unusual?

No, he was in good spirits.

Had a good talk with Suzie,
the medical examiner.

-She gets it.
-She gets what?

-Hi, I'm Morgan.
-Ethan.

I was just about to ask
how long you'd known
Alonso Padilla.

Couple weeks.
I just started coming here.

Did he seem nervous
about the jump?

Not from what I could tell.

Look, I wish I could
help you out, but if you want
to speak to someone

who knew him much better
than I did, that would be Tina.

I own this place, and even
I took lessons from Padilla.

Mmm.

His love of skydiving
was infectious,

and his military experience,
that was a big draw.

But I don't know,
lately it seemed like he didn't
wanna talk about it.

Well, Tina, from the moment
Padilla arrived here today

until he went up
in the jump plane, did you
notice anything suspicious?

No, everything was
perfectly normal until...

Sorry, I'm still processing
all of this, so... Um...

He was a really good guy.

Well, Tina, thank you.

If we have
any further questions,
we'll let you know.

Hmm.

-This is interesting.
-A blank white key card.

The key card itself
isn't that interesting,

but the fact that it's here is.

It doesn't belong.
They use metal keys here.

Mm-hmm.

This could be
for a million different things.

Well, then let's go
whittle it down, big guy.

All right,
let's see what we have here.

ME's report.

Oh, God.
How did you get that so fast?

I don't know what to tell you.
I'm extremely charming,
Lieutenant, okay?

-Suzie fast-tracked it.
-Which we will talk about
later.

Understood. You guys wanna know
how Padilla died?

Hypoxia. It's lack of oxygen.

He suffocated.

Wait, the techs
checked his gear.

His helmet and oxygen mask
were working properly.

Any chance it was
a rare medical condition?

No. Doesn't explain
the death threat.

We'll continue
to investigate this as a murder

unless we have reason
to believe otherwise.

A midair homicide.
I will work this case for free.

I don't mean that.
That's just something
people say.

Nice to see such dedication.

Solomon.

What a nice surprise.
How can we help you?

Internal Affairs received
information that Ms. Gillory
interfaced with our ME

without proper supervision,
instructing her to, quote,

"Put a rush on the Padilla
case. That's a direct order
from the higher-ups."

Well, no. That's maybe
a bit of a paraphrasing
on Suzie's part.

I just... She just...
She did me a favor.

That favor cost us
$12,000 in rush fees.

-What?
-Morgan.

I appreciate
you letting us know,

and I will make sure
that this never happens again.

-Yeah.
-Will you?

Can you honestly say
that this isn't just
the most recent example

of her flouting procedure
at every turn?

Okay, hang on there
for just one second.

I've never flouted anything.
Thank you very much.

You sure about that?

- She's got a...
- Get off me.

Oh.

Wait.

Yes, I am.

This marks
one overstep too many.

I'm sending you
to Detective Training Academy.

Sorry, that...
that's not a thing.
Detective Trai...

Okay, that sounds
like obedience school for cops.

More or less.

Once you've completed
the course,
you may resume regular duties.

Are you serious?

Ugh.

All right, just...
I'm gonna finish this case,

- and then I'll go to...
- ...your academy.

Uh, no, you may not.

And if you don't pass,
there won't be any more cases.

Look, I know
you're being sent for training,

you don't want to learn rules
that you will not follow.

Wow, you're good.

But, full disclosure,
I helped create the course.

Of course you did.

Great. I was worried
I wouldn't know
exactly who to resent

while I'm stuck here.

Please just keep
an open mind.

Are you asking me not to start
a fight with anyone?

That is exactly
what I'm asking.

Adam. You're looking well.

Dottie.
You haven't changed a bit.

Morgan. This is
Sergeant Dottie Reynolds.
She runs the course.

Hi, Dottie, nice to meet you.

Listen, you seem like
a busy lady. You do not need
to be babysitting me.

I had an idea. Why don't
I just take the final exam?

- Morgan.
- That's not how it works.

But with an open mind,
it could be.

It appears you're doing
the Lord's work with this one.

- Hmm.
- Mmm.

Why would she say that?
What does that mean?

She read the memos.

There's no memos.

IA sent Morgan
to detective school?

Yes, yes, I know.

Silver lining though.
I think that this will
be really good for her.

Oh, I don't care
about the class.

I need to know
what's going on in my squad
so I can stay ahead of things.

I got it under control.

-Do you?
-Mm-hmm.

I heard about your case.

Padilla was Air Force,
which means at some point,
JAG is gonna try and step in.

Which is exactly why
I reached out to my contacts.

Oh, good, because my contacts
already got back to me.

So, you already reached out
to your contacts on my case.

Military cases are sensitive.

So, I threw around
some rank to keep JAG
from getting in the mix.

Well, thank you for the assist.
I can take it from here.

Well, I'm actually going
to Padilla's house
with Karadec.

Because you need
to throw rank around
at the victim's house?

You're down a consultant,
Lieutenant. Thought I'd lend
a helping hand.

And when I need one,
I'll come find you.

I'm already here.
Consider me
your new secret weapon.

Your silence speaks volumes.

Oh, yeah?
What does it seem to be saying?

You don't want me on this case.

More like I'm wondering
why you wanna be on this case.

Good leaders
don't solve problems
from their desks.

Captains aren't usually out
in the field. And yet time
and time again, here you are.

Now, your silence is
speaking volumes.

Well, what do you think
it's saying?

It's unclear.

Yeah, that's what worries me.

Padilla's house is immaculate.

Every book squared to the edge,
every object in its place.

A soldier's precision
in civilian life.

If I didn't know better,
I'd have guessed
you lived here.

Let's bag that up when we go.

I'm guessing your view
of the military isn't
a very good one, Captain.

I don't see
how an institution built
on hierarchy and obedience

jives with a man
who lives in the gray.

Well, you misread that one,
Detective.

I respect the military.

The discipline it instills
isn't at odds

with knowing when and how
to bend the rules,

especially when someone
on your team is in trouble.

You may be surprised to learn,

the most honest part
of our body is our feet.

That does surprise me.
- Something to say, Ms. Gillory?

Well, yeah,
mostly I'm just trying
to pace my attention span.

Are we going to move on
anytime soon,

or are we gonna camp out
in the feet world for a bit?

The material here is
of extreme importance.

Okay.

For example, we've all
been trained by experience

to hide what we're feeling
on our faces.

Well, most of us.

But our feet are
hardwired into
our fight-or-flight instincts.

When our ancestors were
being chased by a tiger,

they didn't have time
to craft a polished response,
they just ran.

So, when someone is comfortable
in a conversation,

their feet are relaxed,
facing forward.

But when
they are uncomfortable,

when they are lying, or eager
to get out of a conversation,

their feet tell the story.

I have to step out.
My kids' school is calling.

A couple of tardies
and suddenly
I'm raising criminals.

I'll be right back.
You'll barely miss me.

Okay, let's move on to lips.

She did it again.

Morgan,
you can't be calling me.

Yes, I know.

Listen, you have to question
Ethan Wolfe again.

What? Why?

Chapter two, interview
and interrogation. His feet
were all over the place.

I think he's lying.

-Morgan, if you get caught...
-I'm helping you.

Morgan, we gotta go.

Why? What's going on?

Stop! LAPD!

What do we know about this guy?

He's an aerospace engineer
for Flagstone Defense Systems.

So, if anybody has the skills
to plan a midair murder...

Daphne sent his picture
over to the clinic
at the Air Force

to see
if anyone recognized him.

Turns out he was seen arguing
with Padilla a month ago.

- Mmm.
- Now we just need to know why.

You ready to talk?

We already got you
on breaking and entering.

And resisting arrest.

But you know what's
a whole lot worse than that?

Go ahead, tell him.

Murder.

Hey, there he is.
Finally got your attention.

Start talking.

My brother Silas was
a test pilot for the Air Force,
code name Thunderbird.

He had PTSD pretty bad.

And a few weeks ago, he, uh...

he wrapped his car
around a telephone pole.

We're sorry
for your loss, Ethan.

Padilla was his therapist,

and he failed him.

I was upset. I was angry.

I let it get the best of me,
and after my brother's funeral,

I went over to his office
to confront him.

Why take a skydiving class
with Padilla?

Was it to make sure
he stopped moving on
with his life?

How could I... How would I have
killed him? He died midair.

You're the aerospace engineer.
You tell us.

Tell us why you were
at Padilla's house.

I think he's earned a trip
to the holding cell.

Hey, let's get a full workup
on this guy.

Financials, socials,
phone records, anything--

Hold off on that for a second.

Wolfe's too smart
to leave anything
in his digital record.

The real dirt is going
to be in his house.

Daphne and Oz should
head there.

But we don't have
probable cause
to search his home.

I'll get us a warrant
within the hour.

You heard him, prep the search.

Lieutenant, look,
I see what you're dealing with.

Do I look like I want
to talk about this
right now, huh? Do I?

I'm sorry, all right? I just...

I will deal with Captain Wagner
in my own way, okay?

-Understood.
-But Morgan--

-I'll go check on her.
-Yes.

Because if Solomon finds out
that she calls us--

I will make sure
that Morgan is not breaking
or bending any rules.

-Please, and thank you.
-Yeah.

- Lieutenant Soto.
- How's Morgan doing?

She's safe
and worried about you.
We found your truck.

What happened?

Well, the guy tailing me
wasn't gonna let me get
to the station,

so I pulled over,
I left the truck
and got out of there quick

and dropped off the grid.

All right, well tell me where
you are. I can put you
in protective custody.

No, no, no.
That ship has sailed.
It's too late for that.

I got my own plans now.

Arthur, you can't go after him.

Hey, they came after me.
Remember? Twice.

I understand that,
but what if it becomes
a third time?

Then what the hell are
you gonna do?

No, I don't think
you do understand.

See, Roman was
like a brother to me.

Now this guy, he must know
something about what happened
to him.

And if you find him,
then what?

Oh, I'm gonna get him to talk.
Believe me.
It's as simple as that.

No, simple is you letting me
and my team find out
who did this to you.

I don't need you on my list.

Then don't add me to it.

Arthur.

-Please tell me
that's a Reuben.
-It is a Reuben.

Does this Reuben come
with an elaborate plan
to get me out of here?

It does not.

Then what are you doing here?

I'm just trying to make sure
you survive today, so we can
catch bad guys tomorrow.

-That's very sweet.
-Mm-hmm.

Also, you absolutely cannot
call us, Morgan.

Because if Dottie were
to see that and tell Solomon,
it would be--

I knew
that's why you were here.
Will you relax, please?

Dottie didn't see anything.

Oh. Dr. Maeve Sloan,
the flight surgeon who runs
the mental health department

where Padilla worked,
wants to talk.

Okay, well, text me if you hear
anything interesting.

Did you not hear a word
I just said 30 seconds ago?

I heard exactly what I wanted
to hear, and I'm starving.

So, either stay
or get out of here.

Eat, and please behave.

Forgot the pickles.

This is
the mental health wing
where Padilla worked.

You said you think you know
who's responsible
for his death?

I wouldn't go that far,
but if it were me,
I know where I'd be looking.

Last month,
after Thunderbird died,
Silas Wolfe.

Padilla started
acting different.

He felt guilty,
like he'd missed something.

He told me he was worried
the same thing was happening

with some
of his other patients.

Something other than PTSD?
Any idea what?

I'm not sure
he ever figured it out,
or even if he was right.

But he started requesting
medical workups for patients,

grounding pilots,
which delayed deployment
of their missions.

That would have made Padilla
enemies. One bad evaluation
could ruin a career.

Yeah. Plus, if the pilots
weren't fit to fly

and the top brass had
been told but ignored it...

Padilla would be a liability
that they needed
to take care of.

Do you know the names
of the patients?
Projects they were assigned to?

I don't, but even if I did,

I couldn't
violate HIPAA guidelines
without a court order.

Could we maybe look
in his office?

Just even his personal effects
might tell us something.

That I can do.

Like I said, we were close.

That's one mystery solved.

We found a key card exactly
like that in Padilla's locker
at the skydiving school.

Ah, yes, these things control
our lives around here.

Parking, getting in
the building, the copier,
one card to rule them all.

I'll be next door
if you need me.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Image of perfection,
just like his house.

Mm-hmm.

Look at this frame though.
It's weird, right?

It's thicker
than it needs to be.

- Look at the Thunderbird in the corner.
- -Yeah.

That was Silas Wolfe's handle.
He was Padilla's patient
who died.

So, maybe these pictures
at the top,

touchdown, whiskey, samurai,
ace, are test pilots too.

And possibly Padilla's patients
as well.

Makes sense. But what is
this board trying to tell us?

Huh. If we only had
someone good at puzzles
at our disposal.

Well, we don't.
We can't use Morgan.

I'm in the business
of catching bad guys,
Detective Karadec.

She can help.

If she gets caught, she could
lose her job, Captain.

I'm not asking.
Text her the board.

Control the scene,
preserve the evidence.

If you fail at either,
a killer goes free.

Our victim, 45,
GSW to the chest,
robbery gone wrong.

Not a robbery though.

And why would you say that?

Well, for starters,

a loading dock is
a pretty dumb place
to rob somebody, right?

There's gonna be a bunch
of people coming in and out.
No privacy.

And then what?
I'm gonna steal from one guy
and get maybe a hundred bucks,

but leave behind
a fancy gold chain
that costs more than my car?

The whole thing
just feels staged.

It is staged.
Well. It's well done.
But you know what I'm saying.

Anything else?

Well, all the cigarette butts.

There's like
half a pack of butts over here.

Yeah, let's see.

So, if somebody's sitting
around smoking cigarettes,
waiting for somebody,

that means they didn't jump
somebody, which means
it's gotta be personal.

In our scenario,
the victim was having an affair
with the killer's wife.

-Ooh. Okay.
-Well done.

Thanks.

Let's talk
about how to process a scene.

Secure the perimeter.

Make sure everyone who is
supposed to be here is logged.

Then before you touch a thing,
document.
Photos, sketches, notes...

Are you breaking the rules?

Against my better judgment.
You have Captain Wagner,
Daphne, and Oz.

Oh, hey, guys.
Uh, get me out of here.

-Hey, Morgan.
-If we could, we would.

Morgan, we think each column is
for one of Padilla's patients,

but we need help
making sense of the rest.

Okay, well, the silhouettes
are all symbols.

Anxiety, fatigue,
confusion, headaches.

Those are all symptoms of PTSD.

Which is what Thunderbird
supposedly had,

but according to Dr. Sloan,
Padilla had his doubts.

Well, yeah, I can see
what he's talking about.
Look at the Post-it notes.

There's a global color language
for danger so that everybody
can understand.

White is safe,
yellow's bad, red's worse.

Padilla was tracking
their symptoms,
but look at the dates.

All these guys' symptoms
started and progressed
around the same time,

but that's not how PTSD works.

It hits everyone differently.

So their symptoms were
like PTSD but caused
by something else. What?

No idea, but whatever it was,

it's starting to feel
a lot like digging into it is
what got Padilla killed.

Mm-hmm.
All right, what's next?

Hanging up the phone?

Yes, absolutely.

-Can I just fini--
-No.

Morgan, do what she says.

Next time, I'll take that.

-Not a child.
-What was that?

Yes, ma'am.
That's what I was saying.

- Exactly what I didn't want
to happen.

We need to find the other
test pilots, let them know
they're in danger.

Yeah, if they're still alive.

Looks like we missed one.
Cadmus from Greek mythology.

But why doesn't Cadmus have
its own column?

Maybe Cadmus isn't a who.

It's a what.
Because I also see a logo
for Flagstone Defense Systems.

Guess we're making a visit
to the holding cell.

Cadmus is the prototype plane
that Flagstone Defense Systems

is making for the Air Force,
isn't it?

And because of the symptoms
Padilla saw in the test pilots,

he realized something was wrong
with the plane.

When I confronted him
about Silas,
he told me what he suspected,

and he asked for my help.

Because of my clearance, I have
access to the diagnostics
on the plane.

What did you find out?

There's a problem
with the life-support system.

There's not enough oxygen
getting to the cockpit.

Your brother didn't have PTSD.
He had hypoxia.

What about the other pilots?

They're still flying the plane.

I wanted to tell them
what's happening, but...

You're scared.

The stakes are huge.

Life-support system
sounds expensive to fix.

Billions.

It would delay the schedule.

Who had the skill set
and the motive to kill Padilla
and keep this secret?

Ramsey Pike, lead engineer.

When I confronted him
about what I discovered,

he said we could find
the root failure
after product launch.

And where's the proof?

I don't know. I-I gave it
to Padilla on a flash drive
a few days ago.

He texted me yesterday,
said it was urgent we meet.

That's why you were
at his skydiving class.

He told me
about the death threat.

When he ended up dead,
I went over to the house

to look for the file,
but I couldn't find it.

Ethan, we're gonna find
those files and get justice
for Padilla and your brother.

Cadmus is the prototype jet
that Flagstone Defense

is developing
for the Air Force,
isn't that right, Mr. Pike?

It is.

Were you aware
that all of your pilots
have been showing

PTSD-like symptoms,
and one of them, Mr. Pike,
is dead?

Of course I'm aware.

What happened to Thunderbird
is tragic,

but we found no connection
between their symptoms
and our plane.

You sure
you looked hard enough?

What is that supposed to mean?

It means that there's something
wrong with your plane's
life-support system,

and your pilots are
slowly suffocating.

You think
we didn't look into that?

You think I'd put a pilot
in that cockpit
if it wasn't safe?

We think it's a design flaw
that would cost billions
to fix.

Makes it worth hiding.

Do you have proof
of any of this?

We'd like
to see your diagnostics.

Good.

Come back with a warrant,
get through my lawyers,
and you can.

Mr. Pike,
where were you this morning?

I was here. Talk to my team.

In the meantime,
get out of my hangar.

-I really like that guy a lot.
-Yeah, he's a real charmer.

If you ask me, Pike knew
about the design flaw.

Padilla had the proof,
and he killed him for it.

Yeah, well,
if you're right about that,

Padilla did a damn fine job
of hiding that proof.

Where are we
with Padilla's computer?

It's still backed up with TID.
Could take a while.

The LAPD formed
the first American crime unit
in 1968.

Then in '86,

the commissioner reorganized
the workflow

by moving missing persons
under the umbrella of--

Ms. Gillory,
you have a question?

Well, it's actually more
of a confession.

I am just now realizing
how all of these departments

really make up
the beating heart of the LAPD.

Take, I don't know,
TID for example.

I-I feel like we all take it
for granted.

I agree. Digital evidence is
the core of detective work.

-Chain of custody,
encryption, all of it.
-Yeah, all of it.

And I feel like it would
really help us appreciate
what they do

if we were to see 'em
in action, you know, rather
than just hearing about it.

You know what?
That's a fine idea.

I think a little field trip is
in order.

Oh. Good idea.

TID handles
everything digital.

Phones, laptops, cloud storage,
surveillance footage,

if it's got a hard drive,
it comes through this room.

- Now, chain of custody
is key...

Hello.

Hey, it's me.

Morgan, where are
you calling me from?

Wait, let me guess.

TID?

I wasn't supposed
to use my phone.

You're not supposed
to use any phone.

Okay, well,
that wasn't made clear.

Guess what? I got the password
for Padilla's computer.

What? From where?

A really sweet TID guy.
His name's Lyle.
Do you know him?

Never mind. So before he died,

Padilla sent something
to his office printer.

It's still in the queue.

Padilla's key card.

All right, thanks.

- Yeah?
- Morgan, we got him.

All the diagnostics on Cadmus
showing the design flaw.

Padilla got his hands
on the proof. Pike knew.

No way. That's amazing.

You have the wrong num--

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yep.

Sorry.

Dottie's summation.

Oh, good.

"Miss Gillory presents
a litany of unique challenges.

Disruptive, chaotic, difficult,
stubborn, a one-woman hurricane

who manages to stand
in the eye of the storm,

who has an affinity
for knowing when and how
to break the rules.

But she demonstrates an ability

to connect with cases in ways
conventional detectives cannot.

With proper supervision,
she can be wielded
to great effect."

Dottie.

See? I knew
she secretly liked me.

It's a big secret, but--

Her recommendation is
that we retain your services
as a consultant

for Major Crimes
with continued training
and close supervision.

Ugh. Really? Okay, fine.
Agreed. Sounds good.

Can I get back to my team?
'Cause we got work to do.

No.

Because I'm not taking
her recommendation.

Your insubordination
isn't a quirk, Morgan,

it's a liability,
and it's a shame.

Official paperwork will
go through tomorrow.

What paper-- Am I being fired?

Absolutely.

Life-support systems were
indeed giving
the test pilots hypoxia.

It's right here in black and white.
Pike knew about the malfunction.

He scrubbed the information
from the reports
he sent the Air Force,

so no one in command knew.

The good news is
JAG terminated his contract

and has opened
a full investigation.

So those test pilots are safe.

Yes, but Padilla had
to die for it.

And Pike had an alibi.

So we still can't prove
he killed Padilla.

Or how.

We better find what we're
missing or this guy's
gonna get away with murder.

Wouldn't mind having
Morgan here right now.

I assume
you heard about Morgan.

I did.

She shouldn't have
been working this case.

Lieutenant, I'm not
gonna apologize
for using a valuable asset

who was aware of the risks
and helped anyway.

Wow.

You're a piece of work.

Please, don't stop. Seems like
you have a lot more to say.

-I promise
you don't want to hear it.
-Don't worry about me.

Go ahead.

You take over my office.

You barge into my cases.

You undercut me
in front of my team.

You keep finding
all these new ways to lord
your position over mine,

a position that,
by the way, I actually

more than earned,
and I sat here and I took it

because I thought
I was doing the right thing.

I was so wrong. I should
have told you this before.

Because now the moves
that you're making are
affecting my team.

You knew it.

Morgan was on thin ice,
and instead of protecting her,
you hand her a stone.

From now on,
as long as I sit in that chair,

you will treat me and my team
with the respect
that we deserve.

If that doesn't work for you,
fire my ass too.

Understood.

All right.
What do we got?

We're taking the evidence
from the top.

Padilla was fine
before takeoff,
and he was fine in the air.

So what changed between
gearing up and making that jump

when every single piece
of equipment was checked
and working perfectly?

In other words, how did Pike
commit a murder midair?

Morgan.

Wasn't expecting
to see you here.

What do you mean?
You're here, I'm here.

Morgan,
you can't work the case.

-Is this 'cause I got "fired"?
-Yes.

You guys, come on.
You don't think
this is gonna blow over?

That's crazy.

I'm valuable here.
Dottie saw it.

Solomon put in the paperwork.

Well, we all know
that could take weeks
if not months to process.

-More like hours.
-Okay, then we call
the union, right?

File an appeal.

Morgan, there's no appeal.

I'm really sorry
it worked out like this.

Oh.

Wow.

Okay.

Silver lining, I lasted
a lot longer than anybody
thought I would, right?

Including myself.

This is on me.
I should've kept you out
of the investigation.

Stop it. You think
you could have done that?

It's okay.

It's okay. I'm okay.

In fact, did you know that
if you file something
after 6:00 p.m.,

it doesn't get processed
until the next day?

So, technically,
I am still on the books
until tomorrow morning.

See? I did pay attention
in detective school.

-You talking an all-nighter?
-I love an all-nighter.

Let's get to work.

Morgan, a word.

You should know
I heard from Arthur.

He's safe.

But he still won't come in.

I don't expect you
to keep going with this.

The Roman situation has gotten
really dangerous, and I--

And that's
what I signed up for.

We're good.

Philip, you gotta make them
get you the real stuff.

That knockoff cleaner
isn't gonna cut it.

Your pilots are
slowly suffocating.

There's a problem
with the life-support system.

Padilla got his hands
on the proof. Pike knew.

"I know what you're doing.
Stop or die."

His helmet and oxygen mask
were working properly.

Who am I calling? The morgue?
The evidence locker?
The Air Force?

The lab.

I figured it out.

Come to see me suffer up close?

No, that's just a perk.

Well, my company was
everything, and now it's gone.

-I have nothing left to lose.
-What about your freedom, sir?

Because we can prove
you killed Alonso Padilla.

The sudden onslaught
of PTSD-like symptoms
in the death of Silas Wolfe

tipped Padilla off
that there was something wrong

with all the pilots attached
to Cadmus.

So he started searching
for answers, causing a stir,
requesting medical tests.

And you were
the lead engineer on Cadmus.

Somebody starts poking around,
ordering labs on your pilots,

I'd be nervous too.

So you started following him,
asking questions about him,

learning your enemy
to figure out
how to take him down.

And you did find a way,
because when it came
to skydiving,

Padilla wasn't
a weekend thrill seeker.

He was ex-special recon.

That means HALO jumps,
which require
high-altitude gear.

Specifically, an oxygen mask,
which is what you used
to kill him.

See, an oxygen mask
and tank are
a mini life-support system.

The tank feeds pressurized air
into the mask.

And when you exhale,
the carbon dioxide is released
through the exhalation valve.

But if you put a valve in there
made from materials that

cannot handle extreme
temperatures, where's that
carbon dioxide gonna go?

-That's what happened
to Padilla's mask.
-Our labs confirmed it.

His valve was made
with a different material
than his students.

Yeah, it was an off-brand

that had been known to freeze
during high-altitude jumps.

And unless somebody had
a reason, no one would have
tested what it was made of.

Ninety seconds
after he jumped,
disorientation kicked in.

His lungs filled with CO2.
He blacked out.
Then eventually died midair.

We knew he suffocated,
but his exact cause of death
was hypercapnia,

an excess of carbon dioxide
in the blood.

I've never met Padilla.
Where are you getting this?

With Air Force's help,
we've got satellite footage
of you

breaking into the skydiving
facility the night
before Padilla was murdered.

Yeah.
You gotta put that hood up.

Ramsey Pike, you're
under arrest for the murder
of Alonso Padilla.

Turn around. Hands, sir.

You wanted a word?

It's not an apology.

I stand by what I said.

I respect that.

You wanted to be in the loop?

Now you're in the loop.

When did you get these?

Does it matter?

Solomon went after
one of our own.

And you're doing
what you have to do
to protect them.

Now and always.

No matter
where the danger's coming from.

I trust I have your support?

You do.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I think I figured out
what your silence is
trying to say.

-Can't wait to hear this.
-Hmm.

See, a guy like you
doesn't take a job

he knows will keep him
from the thing he loves.

Being in the field.

Unless, of course,
someone forced you.

So I have to ask, who's
the one person Nick Wagner is
too scared to cross?

Hmm.

Have a good night, Captain.

Whatever you have to say,
you're wasting your breath.

You mind if I say it anyway?

Morgan just helped us
save the lives

of four decorated servicemen
and got justice for another.

She can go too far sometimes.
I'm not even denying that.

But that kind of dedication
and those kind of results...

don't they count for something?

They don't count for enough.
I'm sorry. The decision stands.

Like I said, I had to try.

Does the chief know
that you and his wife are
such close friends?

Is this really
how you want to play this?

You?

Yes, it is.

-Hi. Come in.
-Thank you.

Your doorbell though, Morgan,
what's up?

It's still broken.

Where is everybody?

Sleepover at Ludo's.

Just making banana splits
'cause I'm feeling sorry
for myself.

You want one?

Yes, I do.

So what is this?
You here to discuss
my severance package?

You're not getting
a severance package.

Because you're not
going anywhere.

Solomon's had
a change of heart.

Really?

-Why?
-I don't know.
Just worked out that way.

Things like this
don't just work out that way.
What do you mean?

-What's going on? I'm confused.
-Morgan, take the win.

Let it go.

Did you do something?

What did you do?

Nothing that you wouldn't do
for me.

That's good.