All language subtitles for High.Potential.S02E14

- It's good to see you again.
- What took you so long?

Why don't you get ready?
I'll take you back.

Okay, Dottie.
I made sure to get you
your favorite room.

Oh, thank you.
I really needed this.

Get settled.
I'll be back in a minute.

Thank you.

Finally.

Come on in, Kai.

I'm ready for you.

My calves could use
your thumbs.

I wish you had more than two.

Okay.

Oh, why not?
Just throw it on the floor.
No problem.

There we go. Thank you. Oh!

Ta-da.

Mom, have you seen
my controller?

Ah, you're gonna have to be
a little more specific.

The one for my S75K drone
with a three axis gimbal.

I don't know why I asked.
That didn't help.

I looked everywhere.

Don't think you're supposed
to be taking it to school.

-Good morning.
-Hey, do you need any help?

Chloe,
what's for breakfast?

Ooh, mashed bananas.

"Ooh, mashed bananas"?
What's going on?

Do you have good news to share?

How do you do that?
Was it that obvious?

I mean, I am your mom, but yes.

Well, I'm gonna need
you to give me a ride
Saturday mornings.

-Starting this Saturday.
-No way!

-A ride where?
-Oberlin Design Center.

I got into that art class
that I applied for.

They said I beat out 60
other students for the spot.

Ava, I'm so proud of you.

Congratulations, Ava.
That's a 1.67% acceptance rate.

-That's more competitive
than some Ivies.
-Not sure how you know that.

But thank you.

Good morning, Lieutenant.
Do you have good news
to share with me?

Hey, how's she doing?

Unconscious but stable.
CT scan didn't reveal
any brain damage.

Right now we just have to
wait for her to wake up.

Her masseuse
found her unconscious.

He did CPR. If he hadn't gotten
there when he did...

And I doubt she saw
whoever did this since
they pinned her to the table.

- I didn't know they were close.
- Yeah.

Dottie's been
a mentor to Daphne
since she joined the LAPD.

-Hey.
-Daphne, listen,

if you don't feel
comfortable being part
of this investigation--

No, no. I'm good.

All right,
I'm happy to hear that

because I want you
running lead on this case.

I've never led an investigation
and Dottie and I are close.

Which is why you have
contexts that we don't.

I know you won't let
any feelings that you have

interfere with your ability
to find who did this.

-No, we will find them.
-Good.

Karadec is already on his way
to a suspicious overdose case
on the east side.

I'll have Oz join him
and then we can update
them on Dottie later.

But for now, Morgan, I want you
to stick with Daphne.

You got it.

She's gonna be okay.

That woman is
as tough as it gets.
She'll be all right.

I didn't realize you
and Dottie were so close.

She was
my field training officer.

We spent five years
in a patrol car

seeing every kind of mess
you can think of.

I made detective
around the time

Dottie started teaching
full-time, but we stayed close.

Dottie was like
a surrogate mother to me.

And like most
mother-daughter
relationships...

It's complicated.

She wanted me to take
the sergeant's exam.

-I thought that's
what you wanted.
-I did.

Okay, so what happened?

I've watched
what Soto and Dottie
have put up with for years,

the hoops, double standards.

I just figured,
what's the point?

And Dottie disagreed?

She said some things.

I said some things.

We haven't talked since.

I mean, Dottie comes
in every Tuesday morning
for the 60-minute deep tissue.

Well, it looks like this place
does a lot more than massages.

Yeah, I mean,
we offer IV drip treatments,

Botox injections,
laser removal, chemical peels,
stuff like that.

What's with
the sensors on everybody's arm?

Uh, they're
proprietary vital sensors.

They track hydration,
temperature. We use them
on all of our treatments.

That would explain
the adhesive on Dottie's wrist.

Can you tell us exactly
what happened after Dottie
went into the massage room?

I got paged to the front desk.

This delivery person was trying
to drop off some oils
that I didn't order,

but was insistent
that I pay for them anyway.

-How long were you gone,
do you think?
-About ten minutes or so.

I went back to the room.
I knocked on the door.

When I didn't hear anything,
I went inside and I found
her unconscious.

No one heard Dottie's attack?
I mean, she must have
put up a fight.

The massage rooms
are soundproof.

Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.

Okay, thank you. If we have
any more questions,
I'll be in touch.

As if I needed another reason
not to want a massage.

-Not how you like to unwind?
-No.

Lay face down,
try not to think about anything

for an hour, can't see who's
touching me. No thank you.

Dottie used to say,
"You can't pour
from an empty cup."

Yeah, well, she might want
to find a new happy place

because this spa
is a perfect place
to get attacked.

Yeah, and without her weapon
she was relaxed and vulnerable,
an easier mark.

Yeah, and that delivery
sounded more like a distraction
than a mistake, right?

So, who would know that
she was getting a massage?

Well, like he said,
her spa appointments
were routine.

So, a whole lot of people
at the LAPD. Her classroom
is a place to start.

Dottie runs
51 continuing ed courses
here at the police academy.

Forensics,
interrogation, ethics.

She earned
those weekly massages.

Do you know anyone
who would have wanted her dead?

Dottie is very by the book.

Anytime she sees
any misconduct, she would
report it, and that...

Not everyone appreciated that.

They didn't like her
doing her job?

Well, not everyone
loves being told how to act.

-Especially by a woman.
-And a woman of color.

This is her office.

Okay, Morgan,
you want to start over there?
I'll check out over here.

You got it.

-No way.
-What?

Look at you two.

Oh, wow, she framed that.

That was from the day
I made detective.

- That's cute.
- Nothing seems
out of place.

Yeah, might not
look like it, but...

We'll always be
the difference between...

When I took Dottie's class,
everything was always in order.

Perfectly tidy stacks
of things.

Papers clipped
the same way, top left.

But those papers
are clipped top right.

These binders are
out of alphabetical order,
and that tray is a mess.

You know what?
For Dottie, this is a mess.

Okay, wait, you think someone
went through her stuff

and then tried
to clean it up after?

-What are these?
-Let me see.

These are mandated reports.
They just haven't been filed.

Anytime
she sees any misconduct,
she would file it.

Not everyone appreciates that.

I know who was here.

Right there, the red hair.

Not you. Him.

Give me your hand.

Did you just tackle
your first suspect
as a lead investigator?

You're not gonna say
things like this
the whole case, are you?

I probably am.

Any word on Dottie?

I just got off the phone
with the hospital.

I'm still waiting
for an update.

And now this guy's
gonna be Daphne's
first solo interrogation.

Yeah, we're not exactly
easing her in, having
her question a fellow officer.

Hmm, Daphne can handle it.
Dottie wasn't her only mentor.

Time to see how
she puts your training to use.

You mean our training.

By the way, I got an update
on Arthur's attacker.

His name's Eric Hayworth.
He's from New Jersey.

He's in a hospital
across town after
the beating Arthur gave him.

As soon as the doctors
clear Hayworth, we'll bring
him in for questioning.

There she is.

You know, when I woke up
this morning,

I didn't expect to get
a lesson in excessive force.

I didn't expect
to have to give one.

Officer Hoff,
we've detained you today

under suspicion
for the attempted murder
of Dorothy Reynolds.

Can you describe
your connection to the victim?

What? Did you get that
from a textbook?

How about you focus
on my question?

How about you find me
someone who doesn't need
training wheels?

-Took you down, didn't I?
-Well, luck finds
everyone at least once.

Questioning a cop like me
on an investigation like this?

You're out of your league.
I can tell.

-Hey, should we--
-Mm-mmm.

Since you brought it up, um...

let's talk about
what kind of cop,
I mean, probationary cop,

loses his gun
outside a Rams game.

Okay, one mistake and Reynolds
writes me up, and all
of a sudden I'm radioactive?

You know what
something like this does
to my career? My life?

It's not your life I'm worried
about. It's Dottie's.

Okay, I heard that
she might have not reported
the files, so yeah, I panicked,

but do you have any idea
what it feels like

to have everything you've
worked for dangled off a cliff?

No, but I do know
that you had motive,

means, and a history
of losing your little temper
with colleagues.

Hey! That's not true!

You know what I think?

I think fear makes
people do stupid things.

And right now,
you don't look angry to me.

You look scared.

Tell me, Officer Hoff,

where were you this morning?

I was at home with my girl.

I made the coffee...

No, no, wait.

She made the coffee.
I made the toast.
I burnt it again.

Nice work in there,
playing the newbie
to make him feel in control.

I thought I'd give it a try,
see if it worked.

Talk to me.
What's your gut tell you?

We have him on B and E,
but I don't think he's our guy.

His speech pattern shifted
when he talked about his alibi.

He stumbled, doubled back,
added details later.

That's how real memory works.

-Liars stay smooth.
-Good instincts.

Now it's time to find out
who else wanted Dottie dead.

You can ask her yourself.
She's awake.

Sixty minutes of peace
every Tuesday is all I ask for.

So sorry, Dottie.

We were really worried
about you.

Are you sure
you're ready to talk?

The sooner we do this,
the sooner we find
whoever attacked me.

What do you remember?

-Hold up.
Selena made you lead detective?
-Just this one time.

She wouldn't have done it
if she didn't think
you were ready.

Can we not do this right now?

Okay, Dottie,
can you think of anybody
who might want you dead?

Every LAPD officer since 1995
has been through my classes

or seen my signature
on their walking papers.

In some circles,
I ain't too popular.

Okay, well, I saw
the calendar in your phone.

Looks like you've been busy.

You had an ethics convention,

keynote speaker
at a sorority alumni event,
town hall meeting.

Anything unusual happen
at any of those?

Not that I can think of.

I honestly have no idea
who would do this.

It's okay.
We're gonna find them.

Hey, is Morgan okay?

She's fine. How are you?

I'm a sitting duck
in here for whoever
sent Hayworth after me.

You should have thought
of that before you beat
the man half to death.

The man ambushed me first,
remember? So, what do you
expect me to do?

Just turn the other cheek?

No, I expected you
to be smarter than that.

What did Hayward say?

Tell you the truth,
we didn't get to talk that much
because I ran out of time.

But what I did find out
is that the man is ex-military,
most likely special forces,

and that's why it took me
a minute to get him
to confess to taking Roman.

There's such a thing
as a forced confession.

But what if it's true?

Then he can tell us
where he took Roman that night.

Exactly.

And who ordered it.

Come on, you have one job.

Morgan, what's going on?

Every single pen
is betraying me
is what's going on.

Fill me in, Daph.

Well, Officer Hoff's alibi
checked out,
so we cut him loose.

Dottie offered a few names,
cadets she failed,
officers she reported.

-Oz.
-Yeah?

Give me a couple of your pens.
I'll take a peek
at your overdose case.

Really?

Morgan, we're good.
Keep your eyes
on the Dottie board.

Actually, it couldn't hurt.

The sooner you wrap up
that case, the sooner you two
can get back on Dottie's.

-All hands on deck.
-Beat it.

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay, what do you got so far?

Luke Knight, 28.
Personal trainer.

Found dead in his apartment
after an ibuprofen overdose.

The amount
in his system indicates murder.

Lack of pills in his stomach
and the injection site

on his arm suggests
he was dosed intravenously.

Time of death was
sometime between 8:00 p.m.
and 10:00 p.m. last night.

Anybody else find it weird
that both victims went
to the same spa?

Wait, are you saying
our cases are connected?
How do you know that?

You see this stuff
on Luke's wrist? Dottie had
that in the exact same spot.

The ME said it was some kind of
adhesive residue.

Yeah, it's from the sensors
that the spa uses
to track vitals.

Or a number of other things.

Not once you add in these
red marks on Luke's wrist.

You could have just pointed.

The spa puts those sensors
on with an adhesive
that has lithium salts in it,

but in someone whose pH levels
are all over the place,

you get a chemical reaction.

So, the marks mean Luke
wore the same sensor
from the spa?

And according to Dottie's
masseuse, these sensors
are specific to this spa only.

-So, same patches...
-Same killer.

I suggest we go find him.

-Dottie.
-Come for the queen,
you best not miss.

What are you doing here?

She checked herself out
against doctor's orders.

Damn right I did.

I'm not sitting
around eating Jell-O

while y'all do the hard work
to find whoever did this.

So, who wants
to get me up to speed?

You're saying the person
who tried to kill me
killed this guy.

That's our working theory.

So we find the connection
between you and Luke Knight,
we find our killer.

-Have you ever seen him before?
-Not a day in my life.

So what's next?

We take it from the top,
go over everything.
Oz, what do we know?

Dottie and Luke were
at the same spa
at different times.

Our killer went after Dottie
at the spa, but went
after Luke at his home.

Maybe the attempt at the spa
got interrupted somehow?

Or that was
the killer's plan all along,

you know, two different murders
in two different places,

hoping we wouldn't make
the connection.

Okay, so we know Dottie's
movements to and from the spa,

but we need to track Luke.

Morgan, you and I
go back to the spa to see
who Luke interacted with.

Dottie,
would you like to join us?

Why not? Not every day I get
to revisit my attempted murder.

Okay.

Why don't you guys go?
I got stuff to do back here.

Yeah, the killer could be
a staff member or a guest
who tracked them there.

Okay, Karadec and Oz,
go to the gym where
Luke trained his clients.

See if anyone there
had motive to kill him.

Cross reference them
with anyone who had
an issue with Dottie.

And we can ID who wanted them
both dead. All right, let's go.

I knew something was wrong
when Luke didn't come in.

I see him every morning
at 4:45 a.m. when he starts
training clients.

Sounds pretty dedicated.

What kind of clients
was Luke bringing in?

Celebrities. High earners.

Luke was just starting out,
but he was on the rise.

He was all over social media.

-Was he on bad terms
with anyone?
-Not that I saw.

Most people only care
about results, and Luke
always got them there.

Do you recognize this woman?

Hmm. Sorry.

Yeah, well, Phyllis,
thanks for your time today.

-If we need anything else, I--
-I'll be here.

Yeah, she's right.

-Luke had some
high profile clients.
-Oh, wait, is that...

Yeah. Caption says, "Taking
my new trainer to Malaysia."
Posted that three weeks ago.

Well, who was his old trainer?

Vaz Amadi.

Maybe Luke poached him
from Vaz.

And if Vaz blamed
Luke for stealing
his golden goose...

That's motive.
We need to talk to him.

Well, I don't think
we have to go far.

There you go.
There you go. Push it.
Squeeze it. Squeeze it.

Did you train this man?

Yeah, I was his trainer.

Must have stung
when Luke took
such a high-profile client.

Look, Luke
was young and hungry.

He was chasing my career.

-You gotta admire the hustle.
-Do you recognize this woman?

Where were you
at 9:00 last night?

Training Teddy
for a military movie.

We did a live.

It's on there.

One last hold. Hold.

You see how Teddy's keeping
his core tight?

That's the key right here.

Demons out right here, Teddy.
Come on. High resistance. Go!

I've been baking all afternoon.

I'm good, thanks.

-What's wrong?
-Nothing.

Well, that's not true.

You want to tell me
what's going on, or are we
just gonna do this all night?

"I can't believe Ava got in,
but I think we all know why."

What the hell is
that supposed to mean?

Is this Justin kid suggesting
that you got in this class
because you're Black?

Sounds like it.

Oh, my love.

You know, I am very familiar
with being underestimated
for all kinds of reasons.

But the color of my skin
has never been one of them.

And I can sit here and talk to
you until I'm blue in the face

about how talented
I think you are

or how I know that
you belong in every
single room that you're in...

but I don't think that matters
right now, does it?

I'm sorry. What can I do?
How can I help?

You can't.

Do you want me to put a hit out
on this child?

-Mom.
-Because I will.

I know.

I think I should
figure this one out on my own.

Okay.

I'm right here.

I hear I have you to thank
for saving my life.

You know I couldn't let
my favorite client
go out like that.

Never did get that massage.

Yeah, well, we'll fix that when
you finish your investigation.

On the house.

-What?
-Nothing.

Ms. Reynolds.
Hi, Kirk Hartford.
I own the spa.

Ms. Reynolds, words
cannot express how sorry I am.

Relax. I have no plan to sue,
unless you give me a reason.

We think Dottie wasn't
the only target.

Another guest, Luke Knight,
was killed in his apartment
between 8:00 and 10:00 p.m.

He had residue from one of
your fancy hydration trackers,

so we're thinking
he was here yesterday.

Let me check.

Um, Luke Knight.

Huh. No record
of that name as a guest.

But he had on
one of your trackers.

Maybe Luke
used a different name,
or one of your employees

took him on
as a client off the books.

We closed early
for an all-staff meeting.
Everyone was here at 9:00 p.m.

Which means no one who works
here could have killed Luke.

It doesn't make any sense.

Why would Luke
wear a custom sensor
from a spa he never went to?

Did you guys find
anything at the gym?

Vaz lost a client to Luke,
but he was live streaming
during the murder.

TID says it's legit.

So, we've got nothing.

Hey, it's not on you.

I'm the lead detective.
Of course it's on me.

Look, until we tie
Dottie with Luke,
we're right where we started.

Well, maybe what
we all need is some sleep
and the clarity of a new day.

Yeah, let's just
pick this up tomorrow.

- Hey.
- Ava, are you okay?

You know your mom
already left for the day?

I know.
I had my friend Brittany
give me a ride over here.

I was wondering
if you had time to talk?

Yeah, have a seat.

Dottie, you feeling all right?

Fine. But y'all need to up your
snack game in your kitchen.

Dottie.

- Whoa, hey. I got you. Come on.
- Dottie.

I'm fine.
I just need to sit down.

Okay, I am taking you
back to the hospital.

You don't need to stay
here all night. I'm sure
you have better places to be.

I am exactly where I wanna be.

I think about our fight.

And what
I could have said differently.

I think about what you could
have said differently as well.

However...

I feel like every time
we talk, it's about
what I should do next.

And sometimes
I need you to listen.

I do listen.

Like now.

Go on.

I don't want to take
the sergeant's exam because--

Because Soto got passed over.
I know. So what?

Why not just take
the damn test?

Why not show them who you are?

Why don't you keep
throwing yourself at the wall?

That's how we break through.

Because I don't want
to spend my whole life trying
to make people believe in me.

So what do you want?

-You sure it's okay I came by?
-Yeah, yeah.

What's going on?

-I got into this design class.
-Yeah, I heard.

-You did?
-Yeah.

Your mom pretty much
told the entire LAPD.
She's really proud of you.

She said you were so excited.

I was until I saw this post.

The quiet disbelief that
a Black woman is good
at something.

I've had front-row seats
to this show many times.

I showed it to my mom,
but this isn't her battle
to fight, so...

What do you do when people
say stuff like this to you?

Well, first I put them
in their place.

And then I show them
how wrong they are.

I just can't help thinking that
other kids agree with Justin.

He's just the only one
who actually said it.

And now you're wondering if you
should even take the class.

Why would I sit in a room
full of kids who don't even
think I deserve to be there?

What do you think I should do?

What is your heart
telling you to do?

Hey, so I know you told me
not to fly my drone at school.

I don't love
where this is going.

And technically I didn't.

I went across
the street to test the gimbal.

That's what keeps it steady
whenever it's tracking
a moving target.

Oh, we're targeting people now.

Oh, just for fun.
I was tracking
a kid running laps,

and that's when I saw someone
shatter Mrs. Kim's window.

Wait, really?

Yeah, and everybody
thinks it was Theo
because he hates Mrs. Kim

for always giving him
detention, but it wasn't Theo.

It was actually a delivery guy
unloading equipment
from his truck.

Hang on.

Everybody thought it was
the kid who hated this lady,

but really it was
a total stranger?

Yeah. I think
we should tell the school.

In some circles,
I ain't too popular.

Are you saying
our cases are connected?

I honestly have no idea
who would do this.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think we should.

I think I've figured out
what we've been doing wrong.

Looking for someone
with motive.

That's usually how we conduct
a murder investigation.

Yeah, if the attacker
knows the victim.

But what if it was
a total stranger?

What if it was someone
who had no idea who you were
until they studied you?

You think someone's
been following Dottie?

I do. And in order
to figure out who, I've done
a little light stalking myself.

According to
your doorbell camera,

you leave your house
around 8:00 every morning.

Your credit card shows me
that you get your coffee
around noon every day,

which I don't know how
you're waiting that long,
but that's on you.

Then you get home around
6:00 p.m. every night.

You took in
your neighbor's trash cans
when they went to Morocco.

You found a home
for this very cute

little kitty who was living
underneath your porch.

Okay, now that's getting weird.
How do you know all that?

You posted it
on Neighborhood Hub.

Most people use this forum
to complain about each other,

but Dottie uses it
to be nice and help people.

Okay, check this out.

This post is from
three weeks ago at 7:49 a.m.

To the jerk who blocked me
in my driveway and made
Cassie late for school,

next time,
you're getting towed.

You see that motorcycle?

That's across from my house
right before I left for work.

Mm-hmm. This is
two weeks ago at 12:02 p.m.

Whoever keeps running
over the flower beds
on West 7th, stop!

The community garden right next
to my favorite coffee shop.

Mm-hmm.
And this last one, 5:55 p.m.

Will the guy
who revs his motorcycle
every evening, please stop?

I just put the twins down.

That's my neighbor Sam.
Like you said, I get home
around 6:00 p.m.

And look at that motorcycle.

Okay, all these posts
showing the same motorcycle

around your daily routine,
this isn't a coincidence.

Morgan's right.
Someone's been following you.

And if Dottie's attacker
didn't know her, then maybe
Luke's didn't know him either.

But we haven't found anyone
who had a reason
to kill Luke and Dottie.

Because we're not
looking for one killer.
We're looking for two.

Someone wanted Luke dead,
and someone wanted to kill me.

And they swapped targets
so nobody could connect
them to their victims.

Our killers made a murder pact.

Everyone with a reason
to kill Luke has a solid alibi.

Same for anyone who might
have wanted Dottie dead.

But, if Morgan's right,
the killers made a deal
and swapped victims.

So the one
after Dottie killed Luke,

and the one after Luke went
for Dottie but botched the job?

Exactly. Now,
we've run Luke's rivals,
clients he dropped.

Any of them could have
agreed to go after Dottie
in a murder pact.

But only one of them
was at the spa
when she was attacked.

Vaz Amadi, trainer who
lost his star client to Luke.

His digital signature at
the spa check-in was illegible,

but the staff was able to
ID him from his photo.

Please tell me we got
more on this guy
than jealousy and a spa day.

I think you guys
should see this.

I was going over
Vaz's DMV records.

Now, that's his license plate
number, 9Z9984.

Now check this Neighborhood Hub
post. See that motorcycle
outside Dottie's?

Can't make out all the numbers
on the plates, but--

-It's a partial match.
-Yeah.

I can only think
of one reason Vaz
would've been following Dottie.

Well, see if you
can find us another.

I checked the garage.
No sign of Vaz's motorcycle.

And he left his door wide open.

Looks like our boy ran.
And judging from all these past
due bills, Vaz was in debt.

So Luke was cutting
into his business
more than he let on.

Hmm. This strap matches
the ligature marks
around Dottie's throat.

I bet Vaz used a strap
like this to strangle Dottie,
but when she fought back,

he had to tighten his grip,
which cut into his hand,

causing the need
for these ointments.

Y'all like what I did there?

I was channeling
my inner Morgan.

-How'd I do?
-Not bad.

Uh, but where is she?

I'm in the bedroom!

What is all this?

Looks like Vaz was juicing?

All that pressure
training celebrities,

makes sense he might try
to cut some corners.

Or this is all about recovery.

If you're Vaz, your body
is your brand,

and if your livelihood
is dependent on performance,

you're gonna take
every opportunity you can
to bounce back faster.

But I didn't see any recovery
supplements in his kitchen.

Vitamins, electrolytes,
amino acids.

He was getting it
some other way.

If we have
these catheters tested,

I bet they're gonna find
traces of nutrients

that he was getting
through an IV drip.

If Luke heard Vaz
was getting recovery IVs,
he probably did the same.

And if the killer knew that,

he could switch out
Luke's IV filled
with micronutrients--

With a fatal dose of ibuprofen.

We need to find
who treated Vaz.

If we're right,
they could be the other half
of our murder pact.

Eric Hayworth.

Does the name Roman Sinquerra
mean anything to you?

Nope. Should it?

You abducted him 16 years ago.

I think I'd remember.

Well, I suggest you think real
hard about your next words,

unless you like the view
from inside your cell.

I'd rather take my chances
with you and be locked up
than flip on her.

Who's her?

I don't know.

She doesn't have a name,
just the sound
she leaves behind.

Lady, you have no idea
who you're dealing with.

But I do.

Which is why I'm not saying
another word

until you cook up
some things that
I'm gonna need to cooperate.

-What you got for me?
-We got the labs back.

It's confirmed. Vaz's catheters
contained IV recovery residue.

It means Vaz's partner
in the pact administered IVs

and used one to kill Luke.

But we know it couldn't have
been an employee from the spa.

So maybe our killer
supplied IVs to the spa.

That would give them
access to the sensors as well.

And then they used one
to track Luke's vitals as
they were slowly poisoning him.

-Yeah.
-Which means

Kirk Hartford
wasn't being honest.

Maybe Dottie
should call her lawyer.

Someone wanna
tell me why I'm here?

You said no one on staff
at my spa was involved
in the attack, right?

That's right.
But someone you work with was.

Where do you get your IV bags?

IV bags?

What do they have to do
with anything?

Quite a bit, including whatever
it is that you're hiding.

I have nothing to hide.

Then you won't mind giving us
the name of your IV supplier.

I wish I could,
but any information about
my suppliers is confidential.

Is it?
Well, you know what, Kirk?

Speaking of information,
IV bags typically have
a lot of it on them.

Product name,
composition, volume,
storage instructions.

But your IV bags are blank,
which makes me wonder,

is Kirk providing
bootleg formulas at his spa?

And if that's true,
you're looking at fraud,

health code violations,
reckless endangerment.

-Should I keep going?
-I don't think you need to.

Lately business has been tough.

I've been cutting costs,
so I use a black-market
supplier for the IVs.

They give me a discount. I give
them some of our sensors.

We need a name.

Phyllis Martel.

Phyllis Martel worked
at a trainer's gym,

an ideal place to sell
bootleg recovery IVs.

Seems like Vaz has been
her client for a while.

How do you go
from wellness sessions
to a murder pact?

Well, if I had to guess...

Based on Luke's post,
he stole Vaz's big-shot client
about a month ago.

Around the same time,
Phyllis must have been
upset with Dottie

for some unknown reason.

So they vented to each other
about the people they hated,

but over time, all that
feeding off each other
turned dark.

One of them probably
mentioned being better off

with their enemies gone
and suddenly--

A murder pact was born.

But we still don't know why
Phyllis wanted Dottie dead.

No. But I know who to ask.

Wow, I have not
thought of Phyllis in so long.

She was supposed to be
my big sister in college,

but it didn't exactly
end up that way.

Big sister as in a sorority?

Phi Beta Nu.

My mother and aunts
all wore the letters.

This wasn't a sorority
about parties.

It was about pride, discipline,

striving for excellence
in a world that didn't make
room for women like us.

But for Phyllis,
I think it was more about
exerting power and control.

How bad was the hazing?

All the physical
and psychological abuse
was so bad,

one of our pledges
had to go to the ER.

So I turned in the chapter.

Well, that couldn't
have been easy.

Eventually I joined
Phi Beta Nu at another school,

but I think Phyllis
got suspended.

I don't know what happened
to her after that.

I do. Phyllis was charged
with a felony.

She didn't do time,
but with a conviction,

we know second chances
are even harder for us.

She wanted to do law school.

I guess that didn't happen.

This was all decades ago.
Why would she try
to have me killed now?

Three weeks ago,
a judge denied her request to
have her felony record removed.

This was just
before she crashed
your sorority alumni event

where she heard you speak.

So the judge turned her down,
then she saw me,

the person she thinks
ruined her life, and
it pushed her over the edge.

Exactly.

Then a few days later,
Vaz Amadi, the man
who attacked you in the spa,

started following you.

Because he agreed
to kill me if Phyllis
took out Luke Knight.

Do we know where she is now?

We located Phyllis's RV.
Morgan's on the way, but
I needed to talk to you first.

-I'm going with you.
-Wait. Ah!

Daph, I need
to see this through.

All clear. You can come in.

According to
the witness across the street,

Phyllis parked her RV
here a few hours ago.

They didn't see where she went,

but maybe something
in here can point the way.

So this is
where she ended up, huh?

Overdue statements,
maxed credit cards,
empty bank accounts.

Are there any toiletries
in that bathroom?

-No.
-And there's no luggage.

She packed a bag.
She's on the run.

And she's armed. Q-tips, oil.
She cleaned a weapon.

She left,
but clearly not in her RV.

Nope, she took another bus.

That stop goes
to the main station.

The only buses leaving
around this hour,
route 137 straight to Tijuana.

I don't think
she's going on vacation.

Hey. Drive. Go!

LAPD. Everyone stay seated
and remain calm.

Oh, my God. She has a gun.

- Someone help us!
- Hey, hey.
Quiet, quiet.

Phyllis Martel,
keep your hands visible
and walk to the front door.

Damn it.

Phyllis, we can talk this out,

but I need you
to let everyone off the bus.

They can go,
but I'm not leaving.

Go. Go. Just...

She's letting them out.
Go! Clear them!

This way. Keep it moving.

Follow these officers.

Go, go. This way, sir.
This way. Go.

She's not coming off that bus.

Her hate for me runs too deep.

I'm not gonna be the one
to get her off that bus.

Dottie's right, Daph.
It needs to be you.

Phyllis, I'm coming on.

Phyllis, I'm coming in.

Coming up the steps slowly.

-Are you by yourself?
-Yes, it's just me.

No one else
is coming on this bus, okay?

My name is
Detective Daphne Forrester.

We both know that
this can end quietly,

but I need you
to put your gun down.

You don't know what I've lost.

Maybe not,
but I know what
it's like to feel invisible.

You've spent your whole life
proving who you are

to people who have already
made up their minds.

You don't owe them
that anymore, Phyllis.

Right now you can decide
who you are.

Not them.

-I don't know if I can.
-Yes, you can.

And it starts with putting
that gun down and walking
out of here on your own terms.

A mistake doesn't define you.

Come with me, ma'am.

Hey, you wanted to see me?

Yeah, close that.

Hayworth's willing to talk,

but he wants full immunity in
exchange for his cooperation.

Are you considering it?

Arthur swears he's
the one who took Roman,
and I believe him.

So far all Hayworth's given us
is the name of his employer,

a Willa Quinn.

Who that is and how
she fits in all this,
he won't say yet.

When are you gonna tell Morgan?

In the morning.

How do you think
she'll take it?

I don't know.

I heard you made some arrests.

We did. Vaz won't be coming
after you or anybody else.

-I'm glad Luke's family
found closure too.
-Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Morgan.

It's the least
I can do to pay you back
for all those nice things

you said about me during
my performance review, Dottie.

I don't remember saying
anything nice about you.

Thanks for proving me right.

You got it.

You looked good out there.

Hmm. I had a decent teacher.

I push you as hard as I do
because you're a bright light
that I saw dimming.

People like you
don't get to fade out.

Not if I can help it.

I know, and I won't.

That's my girl.

Hey, Morgan, you got a second?

Yeah, of course.

So I talked to Ava.

Yeah, I know. She told me.

If it's okay with you,
I want to talk to her again.

There are some things
I wasn't clear on
at that time--

Daphne, anything you want
to say to my daughter,

I trust you.

Okay.

Thank you.

-Hey!
-Hi.

-Thanks for coming.
-Are you kidding?
I love it here.

Okay, I used to come
here all the time
when I was a little girl.

-Really?
-Butterscotch pecan biscuits.

-Oh, yes. Absolutely.
-Okay.

-So you know?
-I know.

-Okay.
-Yes.

So have you decided
about the class?

-Mm-mmm. Not yet.
-Okay, I still have some time.

Yesterday, when I asked about
what you wanted to do,
I was deflecting.

Because what I needed
to tell you, I wasn't ready
to hear for myself.

We cannot control what
others say or do.

You don't have to change
yourself for any of that.

Decide who you
are in this world,
despite how it sees you.

And do what makes you happy,

because your path isn't about
proving anything to anyone.

It's about choosing a life
that's most true for you.

Every single time. Okay?

Thank you.

-Yeah. Okay, now we eat.
-Okay.

All right, listen, have
anything you want, my treat.

Are you sure?