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Picture this.

This guy invites you to a quiet dinner at his home. The candles are lit, you're

drinking a $10 ,000 bottle of Bordeaux. Yeah, he said the price because he's a

billionaire. Like, owns a private island bridge.

When, out of nowhere, he freaks out and pulls you into this creepy, apocalyptic

dungeon.

Hey, I thought you were neutralizing this.

Oh, the post has already been wiped from social media. The problem is, you

haven't told me everything.

I have, and that's a fallacy, because nothing is ever totally wiped from the

Internet.

Fortunately, it's not a Me Too situation, and she's a nobody with fewer

,000 followers.

Besides that, she doesn't name you specifically.

Okay, any Neanderthal with a keyboard is going to figure it out.

And you know what? They're going to try.

Because my company has a 20 % share in the digital wallet business, all right?

That's $1 .2 trillion in revenue, and I promise that I get it to 30 % within two

years. So the board cannot find out about this, okay?

That's why we're creating a counter -narrative here. But in order to do that

effectively, you've got to tell me exactly what happened. My God, I already

told you exactly what happened. I saved that woman from an attempted break -in.

An actual break -in? Yes.

The mayoral election is going on and the crazies are coming out of the woodwork.

And they are hell -bent on making us feel guilty about generating wealth and

creating entire industries.

Right, right, okay. So you're having dinner and suddenly there's crazies at

door, you know, boom, boom, boom. And you take Emily where?

The safe room.

Which she called the apocalyptic dungeon.

God, this girl is drama.

Come here, I'm going to show you.

I see. It's like a bomb shelter or a nuclear bunker kind of thing.

No, no. My bunker's in New Zealand.

This is a riot retreat for social unrest.

I mean, given the current eat -the -rich zeitgeist, I need to take precautions.

Starting to see why you let the rest of the staff go.

Well, it's nothing AI can't do better.

And AI won't turn to me as fast.

Right. Okay, so...

You pull Emily in here, you lock the doors, and you take cover for a couple

minutes? Like four hours.

Did she appear to be afraid at any point?

Afraid? Here?

This place was designed to obliterate intruders.

I showed her everything. I showed her my remote -controlled drones that shoot

bullets. I showed her my smoke screen launchers, the molecular friction

apparatus that generates enough heat to microwave a human body.

It can microwave people?

Yeah.

That's a little diabolical, don't you think?

Diabolical?

No, no, no, I mean it's clearly a genius idea.

No.

No, I've seen that look.

Daddy taught me that's the look of a traitor.

And this isn't the ketamine talking, Anders.

Greg, just... Hold on a minute.

No, you didn't come here to defend me against that nutjob, did you?

You came here to take information back to the board.

Craig. No, no, no. Don't pretend.

I know things about you. I know that you're leaving crisis management.

Craig, I may have mentioned the possibility of making a pivot.

You know, destroying people's reputations takes a lot out of a person.

pressure's a lot. You understand. Your ex says that you're isolating in here

more and more.

You talked to Kelly about me?

I'm just saying I'm concerned.

Oh, you're so concerned that you're going to have me ousted from the company

that I built?

You are supposed to be defending me! Craig, I am defending you. I'm defending

you against that woman, against the former intern, your family.

I cannot believe I did not see this before.

This is... I've got to think about this. I've got to take some time. You know

what? We can discuss this at another time.

Craig!

Craig? Craig, what are you doing?

Craig?

Are you trying to microwave me?

Craig, you can't.

It's getting really hot.

Let me out of here!

Craig, you have to open the door.

Craig, you can't do this.

Craig?

What? Listen, Craig. Come on. If you let me out of here now, there's no story.

I'll act as if nothing ever happened. But if you try to hurt me, that's going

be a lot harder to spin.

Oh, man, I should have tested it on the rabbit.

Craig!

How do you work this damn drone?

Come on!

You know what?

I've got some minor burns, but if you let me out now, I won't go to see a

doctor.

I will take care of it quietly.

I know how to do that.

All you have to do is open the door.

Good morning, Elbert Tassioni.

Oh, Alec.

What are you doing here?

Does the campaign trail run through the precinct?

I was in the neighborhood.

Also, I'm going to a fundraiser for the renovation of the city law library

tonight, and I wanted to ask you to go with me.

Me, as in the mysterious redhead recently seen with Alec Bloom? You

law and libraries, right?

I'm just not sure I'm comfortable being gossip fodder. The press won't be there.

Come on.

Not that simple.

Why? Did Marissa say something to you?

Marissa says a lot of things.

Yes, she does, but you and I are consenting adults and can go somewhere

without having to ask permission from anyone.

So this wasn't her idea?

I'm asking you because I genuinely enjoy your company.

But if you don't want to be seen with me ever again, I'll... I'll respect that.

I won't like it, but I'll respect it.

Oh, you are really laying on the charm, aren't you?

Is it working?

Yes.

Good. I'm going to send a text of details.

We'll have fun. Okay.

Like I've mentioned before, the neighbor said the dog was barking all night

long. Dog?

Oh, shoot.

Well, we'll send it over to animal control.

Animal control?

What kind of dog is it?

Sound like a poodle, if I had to guess. The bark was a little yippy, like a

small dog trying to sound big.

Yeah, some poodles do that. And some people.

This is Stu.

He's a... What is it again? Oh, I'm a skip tracer. That's an insider term for

processor. Oh, I guess there's an insider term for everything. I've got a

success rate, and I can't find this guy Anders Whitman anywhere.

State thought his office, his home. Two things he's missing.

Maybe he's intentionally dodging you. I told him the same thing. I would have

thought so, too, if it wasn't for that dog.

The neighbor says that dog never barks. I'm telling you, something's not right.

Fine. We'll send an officer out to check on the dog.

But a barking dog doesn't warrant a missing persons investigation.

We thought you might say that, which is why we did a little research.

What if we told you that this Anders Whitman is a fixer at the Meridian

Crisis management firm? Those people are worse than lawyers.

No offense, but they've destroyed more cases than I care to admit.

Wait, really? Or is that hyperbole? It's true.

They've intimidated assault victims, silenced witnesses, paid off officials,

anything to protect the people who hire them.

They sound horrible.

Well, we can't pick and choose our victims.

Given his line of work, chickens may have come home to roost. Least we can do

look into it. Lieutenant Conner, get Anders Whitman's phone records.

If you think that's necessary.

Oh, but we don't have cause.

The phone company isn't just going to hand over his phone records. That's a

violation of privacy.

Andrews Whitman's phone went silent early last night. He hasn't answered any

calls or texts since.

They just handed this over?

Pretty much.

Find out who this Andrews Whitman spoke to last.

Already did. It was the FinTech CEO, Craig Harris.

He lives in a mansion on the Upper East Side.

We'll go. Maybe he can tell us something about Andrews Whitman's whereabouts.

Shouldn't you assign this to a detective? Maybe Edward?

Everyone's grumbling about caseload, and this could be nothing. But according to

protocol... Joe!

Here we go.

They just handed over everything. Every call, every text, in no time. Makes you

think. You really can't assume anything is private anymore.

Anders Whitman definitely understood that. Check it out.

His text messages are full of aliases and penal codes.

Maneuvering around Zebra's 140 -20. Next up, getting Sparrow's 120 handled.

140 -20 is a burglary in the third degree. 120 is an assault, maybe a

dispute. You just rattled that off so easily.

I had a friend in the academy once who made this dick a calling on the wrong

code. Poor guy.

Still gets grief for it.

For me too, not gonna lie.

Here we are.

Anders Whitman is missing?

Stu certainly thinks so.

Stu? He's a skip tracer. And if Anders' dog could talk, I think he would agree.

Translation, we are trying to locate Mr. Whitman and have a few questions. I

assure you, it'll only take a few minutes.

Visitors cleared to enter the premises.

We understand Mr. Whitman called you yesterday evening?

Uh, yeah. To cancel our meeting.

But I haven't seen or heard from him since then. Oh, are these your guests?

Excuse me?

Uh, the chocolates?

Yeah. I had them flown in from Switzerland yesterday.

We'll tariff work around. Please, help yourself.

Thank you.

Uh, is there a guy? Who is this?

Oh, look, here it is on the inside. That's so cute.

That one's pretty.

What?

Crisis was Mr. Whitman handling for you?

Crisis? Excuse me.

Must you touch everything?

Sorry, is this a first edition?

It is. And for that reason, I'd rather you not touch it.

If you hire an outside professional like Anders Whitman to resolve a crisis, it

must be serious.

Okay.

Don't act like you don't know. Look around, man.

Men like me are being vilified.

Vilified. Vilified?

For what?

Oh, I don't know. For being successful, for working hard, for fostering

innovation.

It's not just me, it's tech founders across the board. Hey.

Don't people love a success story?

In theory, but look at social media.

Tech entrepreneurs are mocked and ridiculed. That's right. Write that

They may be socially awkward, but I for one appreciate innovation.

I don't want to have to go back to hiring a travel agent to book flights in

hotels or search for 20 quarters to do a load of laundry.

You know, generally I'm not a fan of humans, but this one, this one I can

tolerate. Good job. Thank you.

But I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

I'm late for an important engagement.

No.

You've had three.

If you have any more

questions about what Anders was doing, you can ask him.

When you find him.

I'm sure Anders is fine.

But you say your colleague hasn't returned any of your calls.

Well, sometimes we have to go deep when managing a crisis.

For example, if a client wakes up with... A dead hooker.

For example.

I was going to say hangover, but okay.

You can't bring extraneous people into the circle of knowledge.

You surface when everything's cleaned up. And by cleaned up, you mean... You

know. Uh, no. Actually, I don't.

Is it possible someone could have had a problem with the way Mr. Whitman was

cleaning things up?

Did he make any enemies?

This business is all about making enemies. We destroy reputations to

others. Wow. I'm beginning to think it goes beyond reputations to things like,

don't know, evidence of wrongdoing, for example.

Of course.

We stay within the bounds of the current law.

I wonder if there'll be any future law.

Anders knows how to straddle that.

Whatever happens, that man always has the last word.

He's one of our best. Or at least he was.

Why? Did something happen?

He's been going on about a career pivot. Although I don't know what he's going

to do instead.

It's not like any of us have time for relationships or family.

Maybe that's why he wanted a change.

Did Craig Harris know that Anders wanted to leave the business?

I doubt Anders told his clients that.

They expected to neutralize their methods forever.

Who is Mr. Whitman neutralizing for your client, Craig Harris?

I'm sorry. I can't just disclose that kind of information to anyone who asks.

Unlike the phone companies.

We find it concerning that his dog was left alone in his apartment. Yeah. Wait.

Tilly was alone in Anders' apartment?

Yes. Anders would never leave Tilly alone.

He picked her up from the kennel when he returned from Zurich yesterday morning.

Mr. Whitman was in Switzerland?

Yes. For business.

Are these Swiss... Chocolate?

Elizabeth, please. No, it's okay.

Anders always brings a little something back for us.

Try one.

Now that you understand the seriousness of the situation, maybe you could tell

us who Mr. Whitman was trying to silence.

Out of nowhere, freaks out and pulls you into this creepy, apocalyptic dungeon.

What happened after you posted that?

Anders Whitman demanded that I take it down.

When I didn't, he went nuclear.

and posted all these nasty deep fakes of me online.

Craig Harris was obviously worried your story would damage his company.

But she didn't mention him in the video.

Several commenters were clearly working to figure it out. I didn't rat him out.

But one day, he's going to slide into some other woman's DMs, and she won't be

as savvy as me, and she'll end up dead in that dungeon.

I'm telling you.

We've been to his home.

We didn't see anything to indicate he had a dungeon.

That's because it's hidden.

Imagine being with this guy in his big house.

He's fired all the help, so you're totally alone.

Why did he fire all of his staff?

Because he's a paranoid freak.

He's replaced them with robots and whatever.

Anyway, we're in the middle of this lame dinner, and the smoke alarm starts

beeping. It was obviously time to replace the batteries, but Craig was

that the socialists were breaking in, so he pushed me into his den.

The room with all the bookshelves? Yes.

Then a wall opened up like in a spy movie to this weird bunker.

Did he threaten you?

He said he could nuke anyone who tried to come in after us.

This man has a bunker that nukes people in New York City.

It sounded crazy to me, too, but men like Craig Harris can buy almost

Well, what's his motive? I mean, didn't he hire Anders Whitman in the first

place? Yes, but Craig Harris really doesn't like people.

I don't think that's a motive. The Meridian Group calls him Drack. You want

know why?

Because he sucked the fun out of the room?

No, because he bit an intern.

Drawing blood?

Yes. Captain, Anders could be in that bunker right now.

being nuked to death. Which is why we need to search it.

You said that there was a woman on the video who was serving papers for a

defamation suit against Anders Whitman, who was working for Craig Harris.

Will she file a formal complaint?

Not likely, no. Because she has seen what can happen.

Well, unless she files that complaint, we don't have anything.

Actually, we do. We have Swiss chocolates.

Anders had just returned from Zurich.

Craig and Blair both had these delicious chocolates from Switzerland. I think

they were a souvenir from Anders.

Elspeth, I can't get a warrant to search the home of one of the richest men in

the world whose campaign contributions determines whom we work for. Based on

similar chocolates?

Can I pay him a visit?

Elspeth. What? I doubt Craig Harris will ever let you inside his house again.

What are you doing here, miss?

Tassioni. Elspeth.

Taffione, I thought I'd stop by and give you the scoop on the investigation.

It's about the investigation. Why are you dressed like that?

Oh.

Yeah, I am a little over -dressed, aren't I?

I'm going to an event.

I thought you'd be eager to know what happened to Anders, considering the work

he was doing for you.

So, do you work alone in this house, or do you go to an office?

An office? No. I work here, just like I did during the pandemic.

Oh, my God, that blessed time where I didn't have to see people or smell them.

Oh, I made you a little something.

Ta -da!

Homemade butterscotch.

After eating your chocolates, I thought...

I need to do something in return, but what do you give a billionaire?

Solitude.

Try one. They're really good.

So, you were saying you had some scoop.

Oh, right. Yes.

So, it looks like Emily Fogarty, whom I believe you dated briefly,

may be involved in Anders' disappearance.

Emily?

Well, it was her post about your secret bunker that caused the crisis, right?

Perhaps. So it's true. You do have a secret bunker.

I have a bunker in New Zealand.

Oh!

That makes more sense.

I was having a hard time picturing a bunker in the middle of Manhattan.

Don't touch.

Right. Yeah.

It's so mesmerizing.

The eyes.

And the story.

I can understand why you'd be drawn to this.

I've actually never read it.

You're kidding.

No. I don't read books. AI summarizes everything for me.

Well, this one, you're going to want to read.

It's all about the corrupting influence of money.

And how the rich insulate themselves from the consequences of their behavior.

Sounds like the writer was poor.

Fitzgerald did struggle financially.

Because poor people are always trying to scapegoat the rich, aren't they?

Isn't that right?

And that's not going to stop until they get universal basic income.

Well, at least you recognize that people will need a means to live. You still

haven't articulated why you think Emily has anything to do with Anders'

disappearance, huh?

Well, it turns out that Emily was suing Anders for defamation.

It means nothing.

Well, it's a possible motive, isn't it? A motive for what?

You still don't know where he is.

Or do you?

No, not yet.

But you know what? You are right.

I am just going to... I am going to come back later

when I have something more. Okay. But in the meantime, I have that event, so...

Good day, Mr. Harris.

Good day, Miss... Tassioni.

Sure.

Hi, I'm sorry I'm late. No need to apologize.

I was waylaid by a very rich man who isn't against helping people. He's just

against the whole human race.

Sounds like one of my opponents and a few of my donors.

You're Shirley Temple?

Aw.

I'm glad you could join us tonight. What's that doing here? If you could

your attention for a moment, the chairwoman of this effort, Winnie

would like to say a few words.

Thank you.

Thank you, Nell.

As you know, my husband, Judge Milton Crawford, was brutally slain on the

of the courthouse last year.

You all knew him for his deep dedication to justice.

I also knew him as a dedicated husband, father, and friend.

To share your life with someone with such a strong moral character was a

I wanted to honor him in some way, and honestly, raising money to improve this

hallowed place he cherished seemed ideal.

The plans are exquisite.

And I welcome any questions you may have about the project, which is obviously

so dear to me.

Thank you.

And enjoy.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

No, no, no, it's okay. Miss Tassione. Yes,

I know who you are. I've been wanting to speak with you.

With me?

Perhaps we can set up a time for the two of us to talk.

What? Why?

I'd like you to tell me everything you know about my husband.

I think it's time, don't you?

Winnie.

Excuse me for a moment.

You know what? I'm just going to go.

Are you sure?

It sounds like she just wants to talk.

The thing is, Judge Crawford killed innocent people.

It won't be a fun conversation.

My grandmother always said, if you don't have something nice to say about

someone, just shut your trap.

I think your grandmother would do well in politics.

Well, if you don't want to be here, let's leave.

understand. I hear there's a problem.

No problem.

I'm just finding new ways to deal with intruders.

You know me.

I'm always hungry for innovation.

Oh. Well, I'm happy to show you new features that we're rolling out to our

best customers.

This system not only tracks intruders using a toxic nerve agent, but it

automatically radios the police.

Police? No, no, no, no. Not that. Not that.

What do you have in mind?

I don't know.

Hypothetically speaking, if, hypothetically, there was an intruder

your safe room, would there be a way to poison the air?

Like with carbon monoxide?

That is awfully specific.

I suppose all you'd need, hypothetically, is a way to direct the

exhaust into the room.

Perfect.

Andrew!

When you're dealing with a guy who may be nuking people, the last thing you

to be reminded of is Judge Crawford. And then along comes his wife, Winnie.

She keeps leaving me all these voicemails and texts.

She even sent a note to the precinct.

You don't have to talk to her.

I know, but maybe I should.

You've been doing so well since getting out of prison.

Do you want to stir all that up again?

I doubt knowing the truth will bring Winnie Crawford any peace anyway. The

captain is right.

She's probably looking for closure she'll never find.

I've got news about Anders Whitman that you're not going to believe.

He was hit by a car?

Coming out of a manhole on 72nd Street.

Died at the scene.

Driver had no time to stop.

And that's not all that happened to him. He also had cuts and abrasions

inconsistent with the blunt force trauma of the vehicle.

And it appears he'd been bitten by a rat.

Ooh, something just got added.

There's also evidence of a strange chemical substance underneath one of his

fingernails.

Oh, and sorry, another addendum. Second -degree electrical burns on his face and

hands. Gosh, where was this guy?

Toontown? As of yet, there's no evidence a piano fell on his head.

Well, the burns could be from the nuking Emily described.

That was just a figure of speech.

No one has nuclear capabilities in their home, not even a billionaire.

Must be someone else who knows what's inside that bunker.

Like whom?

Your name is on the city permit. I did the work a couple years back.

Left Wyoming to design safe rooms and bunkers for all of New York's

afraid of the unwashed masses.

Admirable. It's a living. Who am I to deny the super wealthy their peace of

mind? They're a problem.

If you were to be trapped inside Craig's particular bunker, would

you be able to work your way through a tunnel underground?

and then wind up on 72nd Street?

It's possible. When we installed the ventilation system, we connected to an

abandoned subway tunnel.

But they don't know that.

A lot of my clients want to be completely off the grid. That may be

you're in Alaska or Utah, but if you're in the city and you want water, toilets,

and air, you have to hook into New York City Lines.

What can you tell us about the interior of your bunkers?

Imagine the luxury of a penthouse equipped with a wide array of amenities

designed to protect against intrusion.

Each subterra bunker is fitted with electrified doorknobs, smoke screen

launchers, the works.

I think I'll stick with a basic alarm and my dog, Gonzo.

Of course, if you have that level of security, you have to deal with the

potential aftermath. We now offer a self -sanitizing system that cleans better

than a public bathroom in Paris.

Those are amazingly clean. We also offer an emulsifier spray that preserves

fresh fruits and vegetables for months.

That sounds like something we could all use.

Growers in the Midwest blocked its release to the public.

Having produce last for weeks would put a dent in their profits.

They're not wrong.

Would Craig's bunker have the ability to nuke someone?

Is Craig Harris dissatisfied with the product?

What makes you think that?

Well, when he was here yesterday... Wait, he was here yesterday?

Look, I believe in giving clients what they want.

But what some of them want veers into cruelty.

And I refuse to build a torture chamber.

Is that what Craig wanted?

A torture chamber?

I made sure he didn't have enough power to kill anybody.

So he was trying to microwave the man?

It appears so.

It's all making sense now.

Not to me.

Craig had withdrawn from everybody.

His wife, his kids, even his staff.

So when Anders showed up for that meeting...

There was no one else there. So he lured him into the bunker so he could torture

him. Yes.

And if we had done a thorough job to begin with, we might have found Anders

alive.

So let's get in there now and prove it.

Sir, we have a warrant to search the bunker.

The one you claim you didn't have? How is this happening? It's not a bunker.

It's a safe room. I'm guessing the entrance is somewhere over here.

Oh, you think I'm going to help you invade my space.

Is that right?

Open it or we'll break the wall down, sir.

Oh, I knew that book was significant.

It's a classic.

I think my entire apartment could fit in this corner.

It's very Jay Gatsby, isn't it?

Why can't escape rooms be this nice?

You ever been to one?

Oh, gosh, no.

The thought always scared me.

They're never this clean.

You could eat off the floor in here.

And yet...

No matter how well you seal a place, these fruit flies always seem to find a

in.

Hey, I see what you're doing. Yeah.

Mr. Harris, back away from our officers.

No, they're planning evidence right there. Under the nose of a consent

lawyer. A what? What? The NYPD was ordered to bring in an outside observer.

Okay, where?

That's me.

Oh, God. These officers are securing the perimeter as they've been instructed.

I thought you understood that you're just as brainwashed as the rest, ma 'am.

You resent me, and you resent my work. I understand being an introvert, but

this? This?

I'm protecting myself. In the event of an uprising, do you believe this is

to save you from angry mobs? For how long? And against how many?

What's the point of all that intelligence if you're going to use it

ends that are destructive and stupid?

Uh, Lieutenant?

Yes. CSI's couldn't find anything. Looks like the place was scrubbed clean.

He must have the self -cleaning system.

Better than a public bathroom in Paris.

We're done here.

Pack it up.

What?

You're not arresting me?

I told you.

He was never here.

The man makes things up out of thin air. We saw it happen.

It seems Craig Harris honestly believed we were going to fabricate evidence to

use against him. That's the thing. Andrews Whitman did have information to

against him. Craig Harris may have turned on his fixture. He may have

to kill him, but... Here it comes.

We have no proof.

It's Winnie Crawford.

Again.

Are you going to answer it?

You know something? Yes.

Are you absolutely sure?

I am.

We came close to proving it.

I know it's a lie.

I'm sorry. After 40 years of marriage, you think you know a person?

My husband murdered innocent people.

And here I was planning dinner parties.

I assume Milton knew you were on to him.

Powerful men usually do whatever they can to keep their secrets.

You must have been so scared.

I'm sorry for what you went through.

And I will stop honoring the judge's memory.

What?

I guess I expected you to still defend him.

Given what I know now, how can I?

Another addendum.

To the autopsy? What more could have happened to this guy?

The lab identified the material underneath Mr. Whitman's nail.

Diglyceride? Could be from the tunnel, maybe.

Yeah, but even if we search the tunnel, there's no way to prove that Anders

escaped from Craig Harris' bunker because there were multiple connections

into that tunnel. He could have come from any of them.

Where does that leave us?

There's even some way I could put myself in Anders' shoes.

Trapped in a room with seemingly no escape.

We can.

You now find yourselves in the basement of

an abandoned asylum where Dr. Fright has been

performing forced lobotomies on his unfortunate patients.

Are the theatrics really necessary?

He's probably getting his equity card. Have exactly one hour

to find the doctor's credentials and thus unmask his true

identity if you fail.

He will make you his next victim.

Okay,

okay. I mean, I don't even know where to start. It can seem overwhelming. I know

I felt the same way when I was stuck in a CIA safe house. My team almost failed

that one, but we rebounded at the taxidermy lab in Moscow.

The taxidermy lab in Moscow?

Sorry. Moscow, Pennsylvania. We broke the record. Escaped 39 minutes, 13

seconds. Wait, you went out of town for an escape room?

Well, you can't keep doing the same ones over and over.

All right.

Hey. Hey, hey.

What was that?

Nothing. I thought we were supposed to work together as a team.

I don't remember reading that in the rules.

You probably just found one of those hidden clues left by some sorry player

never made it out.

Why would they be hidden?

Well, you can't leave messages where Dr. Fright might find them. Duh.

Oh,

that's it.

I brought you a little something.

Okay, Miss, um... Tassioni, maybe you should write it down.

Okay. Please stop bringing me things, all right? I clearly want for nothing.

Oh, but this I think you'll need.

Why would I need a fly swatter?

I'll show you.

Get back inside. Get back inside.

Get back inside.

Why? You didn't succeed in framing me the first time, so you're going to keep

trying? Is that what's happening?

Does it get tiring believing everyone is out to get you?

That's what we're looking for. Hello.

Fruit flies?

What? It didn't make sense that there were fruit flies in here because the

had been treated with that special preservative. But clearly, some of it

been scraped off.

That's the same substance we found underneath Mr. Whitman's fingernail.

Diglyceride.

Okay. You know this doesn't prove anything, right?

Right? No. On its own, it doesn't prove much.

But under the circumstances, Anders did the only thing a good PR crisis manager

could do.

He got in the final word.

Officer Reynolds, read that banana.

DRAC -125.

This is nonsense.

This is crazy.

Actually, it's not. The Meridian Group's nickname for you is DRAC. And 125 is

what, Officer Reynolds?

It's the New York Penal Code for Homicide.

Translation? Craig killed me.

Craig Harris, you are under arrest for assault.

1210. And attempted murder.

12525.

Okay, I'm going to spend no expense in fighting these ridiculous charges, and

I'm going to get the best lawyers.

Unless they turn on you, too.

Oh. Ms. Tassioni, I apologize for dropping in on you like this.

What can I do for you?

I wanted to tell you that I've had second thoughts about abandoning my

with the law library.

Oh. Well, you don't have to explain. Please, hear me out.

My effort is bringing in a great deal of private money at a time when public

money is disappearing.

I can't be the one to stop that. I hope you understand my decision.

Of course.

And at least, perhaps, now, some good can come of the tragic events of the

Oh, I hope so.

For everyone's sake.

There is one other thing I keep wondering.

You said you had proof of my husband's guilt. What did you mean by that?

We had an item that belonged to Sherry, the victim, that we believe had Judge

Crawford's blood on it.

Unfortunately, it disappeared before we could test it.

Disappeared? From the lab.

I think Judge Crawford was responsible for that.

The bad news never ends, does it? I am so sorry.

You are not to blame for anything.

Next time we meet, we'll discuss something pleasant.

Like the theater or travel.

Not that there has to be a next time.

I have been trying to cultivate new friends.

Then we should have lunch.

I'd like that.