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Previously on Damages...

I started seeing someone.

Not being alone at night helps.

I ran into your mom.

What's wrong? What do you need?
Can I stay with you?

Of course. Of course.

Channing McClaren got a hold
of all of our records.

I don't know
what you fucking did,

Naomi, but we're all dead.

Suppose Naomi Walling
refused to leak what she knew.

The easiest way would be
to steal it

from the Princefield system.

A guy like McClaren would have
no problem hacking in.

You want access to
the Princefield servers?

They could be crucial
to my lawsuit.

The servers have already been
impounded for our investigation.

Her leak... You don't know
the whole story.

Someone's approached Channing,
offering to sell new information

regarding Princefield
and Naomi Walling.

So buy it.

Channing won't pay
for information.

Don't tell Channing.

This thing you're doing...

I'll be fine.

For once, we happen to want
the same thing.

To try this case in court.
I got to go.

You're not afraid of me,
are you, Ellen?

♪ Little lamb ♪

♪ When I am through with you ♪

♪ There won't be anything left ♪

♪ When I am through with you ♪

♪ There won't be anything left ♪

♪ When I am through with you ♪

Shh-shh-shh.

Do you think Patty Hewes
threatened her?

Who?

Rachel Walling.

I mean, why else would she
refuse your settlement offer?

Maybe.

It doesn't matter.

We could have Ellen file
a complaint with the judge.

That'll only draw
this shit out longer.

When did this arrive?

You haven't watched the new cut
of the documentary?

Not interested.

Well, you should.

It's a good time
to let PBS air it.

We could use
some positive press.

Channing.

Look, I know I'm young, and if
you weren't sleeping with me

you probably wouldn't have kept
me around this long...

That's not true...

but I'm smarter than you
on some things.

And you need good press.

So watch the fucking
documentary.

Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm.

Watch it.

The American
State Department said your Web site

is directly responsible
for the deaths

of three diplomats in Iraq.

Untrue.

Still, if you're leaking
stolen information...

I don't leak anything.

I provide a safe haven
for whistle-blowers

who want to get information
to the public.

What about your personal life?

It's difficult to have one
when you live in shadow.

I receive a lot of threats.

Governments and CEOs throughout
the world have...

Would it be safe to say you
don't hold Channing McClaren

in high regard?

Personally?

! have nothing against him.

It's his persona, his public
pile of publicity whoring

that's where I draw the line.

Your face has never been seen
in public.

You go by the moniker
of Samurai Seven.

Channing McClaren
uses no moniker,

he's not afraid
to show his face.

That's my point, man.

Hacking is about wreaking havoc,

cutting the balls off
the fucking Man.

You see no distinction between
the havoc you seem happy,

even proud, to wreak,

and Mr. McClaren's stated aim
of truth and transparency?

Only one of us flies
in a private jet.

There is a disturbing coda

to Samurai Seven's interview
with us.

Not long after we talked to him,

he was found dead
in a burned-out car.

What the fuck?

His remains only identifiable
by dental records.

The police have no leads
on the incident,

and so, for now,
his death remains a mystery.

Perhaps wreaking havoc
wasn't Samurai Seven's

best course of action after all.

His name is Dr. Lee Collins.

He's a computer science
professor who's been hired

by the SEC to conduct
the forensic

examination of the Princefield
servers.

Your Honor, it was my
understanding that the SEC

wasn't willing to allow us
access to the servers.

They had their arm twisted
by me.

So, Dr. Collins has now been
made available for an interview.

Well, that's great news,
Your Honor.

An interview. As in one.

Both of you, same time.

Your Honor,
that could affect strategy.

Patty, this is a gift.

I don't expect a thank you note.

But I do expect you both to
handle yourselves accordingly.

You will not have access
to the hardware,

so don't ask him,
but you will hear

Dr. Collins' analysis
of the server logs.

Pick a time that's good
for both of you.

Who will coordinate?

I will.

Get it done this week.

I want to wrap up discovery
and hear opening arguments

within the month. Understood.

I haven't taken a vacation
in five years. Five.

At the end of next month,
I am going to Mustique.

And trust me, neither of you
wants to be the lawyer

that puts a crimp in that plan.

All right, all right,
we have time for one more.

Anyone? C-Money.

Yeah, uh, Chris,
first I'd like to say thank you

for being here and,
uh, you know,

helping us out and all. Right?

That's right.

I wanted to ask something of
an etiquette question, like...

Come on, et-i-quette, all right,
look it up, homies.

All right, go on. Go on, man.

I'm headed to
a job interview and...

what's your take: arm or no arm?

What do you mean?

I mean, you know,

I'm dressed in a suit
and sharp and all,

wearing the arm.

Or do I lose the arm, and,

uh, tuck the sleeve back,
you know, neat and all?

Well, that's a tough question,
for sure. I mean...

I'm saying, I mean,
do I go for the sympathy vote,

you know, "Shit, dude lost
his arm, got to hire him,"

or the less-likely
to-freak-the-man-out-'cause-I-

got-no-fucking-arm vote?

I just say, you keep it simple,
you know?

You got to do what
makes you feel comfortable.

And if that means wearing
the arm, then wear the arm.

Just be true to you.

All right, look,
we got to wrap it up.

You find yourselves sinking into
a rut you can't get out of,

write it down.

Call me, okay?

It's good stuff today,
all of you guys.

I'll see you soon, all right?

Thanks a lot, man.

Hey.

Chris? Chris?

You all right, man?

Yeah, yeah, solid.

About that other thing?

Anyone get back to you?

Yeah, my bud from the 7th.

He got real tight with this dude
from Atlanta on that last tour.

Their patrol got hit, IEDs,
usual mayhem.

But, this dude from Atlanta
just loses his shit, I mean,

full fucking monty,
so they fly him up to Ramstein.

The psych ward? Yeah.

Enters as your standard nut job
and asscake lockup,

exits 14 days later good to go.

And now they're
sending him back?

Just like they did
with all the other dudes

you told me about.

I mean, they pumped him full of
mommy's little helpers first.

He's happier than prom night.
Right as rain.

You got a name?

Better.
I got his video chat handle.

He's expecting you.

Hopes you can help 'cause he
doesn't want to go back to duty.

All right, I'll see
what I can do. Thank you.

All right.

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

What the hell happened?

I don't know.

How did the Samurai die?

I already tell
the police everything.

They do nothing.
They know nothing.

Who else have you spoken to?

Your people.

My people? Yes.

Who are you talking about?

Gitta, your lady lawyer.

Gitta and Ellen?

You spoke to them?

They tried to buy the
information Samurai was selling.

They met with the Samurai?

And Patty Hewes
bought this information also.

What was the information?

I don't know.

All I know is now he's dead.

So someone must not be wanting
him selling it.

You got money?

Yeah.

I'm sorry about the Samurai.

You be careful.

You be careful.

Good news, Your Honor.

Dr. Collins has agreed to make
time for us this week.

When will you see him?

Thursday afternoon. Patty?

Thursday would be fine.

There's one hiccup, though.

He can't travel, so we have to
meet him at the university.

In Maine.

I've booked us both seats
on the 8:00 a.m. flight.

I'll e-mail you the itinerary,
Patty.

That won't be necessary.
I'll make my own arrangements.

- Whatever's your pleasure.
- Just get it done.

And if you happen to
reach a settlement

while you're up there,
all the better.

I think a trip to Maine
in the winter'll do you both

a world of good.

They don't call it Vacationland
for nothing.

Okay, let me make sure
I got the timeline straight.

A couple weeks ago...

Uh, two weeks, two days.

Two weeks, two days.

You arrive at Ramstein, they run
you through a psych eval,

they start you on medication.

You're under observation,
more tests,

a bunch of doctors
ask you more questions...

Yes, sir. That's correct.

Okay, got it.

And now they're shipping you
out in a couple of days,

heading back to active duty.

That's the long and short
of it sir.

Do you have any idea what kind
of meds they have you on?

No, sir.
They don't tell us a thing.

Little white pills, take this,
fake that

Lay off the booze and don't
drink any grapefruit juice.

And you're okay with that?

You feeling okay now?

Feeling okay?
Shit, I don't know.

Look, on the pills, I'm fine.

A regular G.I. Joe. But?

But that's not
how it's been going

once guys like me
are back in-country

and the docs stop
dispensing meds.

Some guys shoot anything
that moves,

other dudes
are committing suicide.

And the doctors know about this?

Shit, yeah. I-I told them
in the interviews.

What interviews?

It's... a lot of times
it's just like this.

What do you mean?

Like, on video chat.

The doctors were stateside,
at the VA.

It's all standard military
procedure.

Wait, the doctors
don't see you in person?

No. All on video chat.

That's why I'm scared, of
what's going to happen to me.

Look, I haven't even told you
half the story.

There's more?

Fuck yeah, there's more.

So...

Ellen Parsons remains convinced
that Patty Hewes has no case.

Patty Hewes is a bull
running loose in the market.

Every day we risk more damage.

Do you remember
that Princefield information

we were trying to buy?

Well, I was right.
Patty Hewes bought it.

But Ellen forced her to hand it
over in discovery.

What did it say?

Princefield was investigating
Naomi Walling

long before we posted the leak.

Is that so?

You never told me
Bennett Herreshoff

handed the investigation over
to the SEC a year ago.

So”?

So...

It's just...

There's something at play here,

and I'm fucked if I can see
where it's headed.

Just continue to manage
the situation.

You okay?

Yeah, I just...
I just couldn't sleep.

You have bad dreams?

Nah, no, no.

No, it's nothing like that.
I'm, um...

Oh, goodness, I'm sorry.

Geez, Mom...
There's another bathroom.

I know. I just...
need some, um...

It's okay, Mom. I got it.

Toilet paper. I'm so sorry.

I'll leave you two alone.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

I'm sorry.

How long is your mom
staying here?

I got her an apartment.

Kate's helping her
move out tomorrow.

What's going on?

I'm...

I've been just working through
some ideas.

About what?

Any chance you could
introduce me to McClaren?

Why?

I think I got something for him.

What are you talking about?

A leak he could post.

I got some stuff
about how the military's

handling soldiers with PTSD.

Okay.

Uh... Tell me.

They're running some kind of
fucked-up program

using SSRIs to... to glue grunts

with post-traumatic stress
back together.

So they could send them back
into combat.

SSRIs? Drugs.

Antidepressants.

Are they legal or experimental?

They're legal,
but that's not the point.

These guys should not be
sent back into combat.

They're sick.

The drugs are just
covering it up.

And how do you know this?

I talked to some of them.

I heard stories
about a bunch of others.

Some of these soldiers,
they go back into combat and...

and they just go off.

They just... they snap.

Do you have any proof?

That it’s going down??

You mean, like...
like files and shit?

Yeah. Other than the stories.

Can't McClaren get that?

I mean, he-he's a hacker, right?

That's how he started, but...

it's illegal to steal
information and put it online.

So how does it work?

They're a site
for whistle-blowers.

So they post leaks that other
people send to them.

McClaren keeps everything
at arm's length

so he's never exposed legally.

So I've got to break the law

if I want this information
out there?

Without any proof,

there's nothing
for McClaren to do.

We can talk more
when I get back from Maine.

The goal of any attack
on a firewalled system

like Princefield's is simple:
to get superuser access.

Once privileged, you can go
anywhere and do anything.

Have you been able to establish
that the server

was actually attacked?

Yeah, I-I-I'm getting to that.

Uh, the attacker typically uses
a well-documented Apache exploit

allowing access typically
to stealthy ports

in the 400 to 500 range.

In the case of
the Princefield systems,

you mentioned the attacker
would have to have

an additional authentication
factor?

Bingo.

The easiest vector would be
a user password.

You've explained
the Princefield server.

But what about the security on
Naomi Walling's personal laptop?

Okay, uh... same, but different.

Here we go.

There is unassailable forensic
evidence of an intrusion

vectored through
the Princefield server

into Ms. Walling's
personal device.

Bottom line, Dr. Collins.

Bottom line?

The McClaren leak was accessed
through Ms. Walling's laptop.

Dr. Collins, I get that the
evidence of the hack is strong,

and the data was stolen from
Naomi Walling's computer.

In my professional opinion, yes.

And can you say anything
about who stole it?

No, I can't say that,
but I trust you realise

the level of expertise required
to pull that off.

Could someone like
Channing McClaren

have that level of expertise?

Oh, yes. I would think so.

Dr. Collins,
have you heard of a hacker

by the name of Samurai Seven?

I know of him, yes.

Would he have the expertise?

Absolutely.

Thank you, Dr. Collins,
for your help.

Ms. Hewes, Ms. Parsons.

Y'all better get your horses
saddled up.

There's a nor'easter on its way.

The storm's gonna get
quite nasty.

Thank you, Professor.

Oh, shit.

Everything okay?

My flight's been cancelled.

The storm.

Well, you can always
come with me.

No. Thanks.

I'll go to the airport
and wait for the next flight.

It's really no trouble, Ellen.

I'll manage.

Well, I'll send you the FBO
and the plane's tail number,

in case you change your mind.

Uh...

You need to know languages
if you're gonna hack,

so Python's a good place
to start.

So not C, not Java?

Well, Channing hasn't
taught me those yet,

so I'd be no use to you there.

Hey, just in time.

You want to take over
the lesson?

I spoke to Beth Kim.

You went behind my back and paid
Samurai Seven for information.

Oh, shit.
Channing, we were just...

Shut up!

Don't... don't take this out
on her. It was my idea.

Oh, so Ellen
didn't put you up to it?

No. I brought her in.

I couldn't release the funds,
SO...

So you disobeyed
my direct order!

Order? What is this,
the fucking military now?

Look, you disobeyed my advice.

We had to find out what
information Samurai had.

Not by paying for it!

I am responsible for the running
of this organisation.

That means that sometimes
I have to make decisions

that it's better
you don't know anything about.

What you did
got the Samurai killed.

You don't know that.

The man had enemies everywhere.

Maybe his death had nothing
to do with this.

So what information
did we get from him?

Princefield was investigating
Naomi.

They handed it over to the SEC.
It's all a dead end anyway.

Give me what you found.

Channing, baby,
we didn't mean to...

Stay the fuck away from me.

From now on, you do what I say
or you're gone.

Both of you.

We still have the threat
for several inches

of additional snow.

That was impressive,
looking at those numbers.

This is where we still have
that threat tonight.

This whole area, the Northeast,

here in New England,
we're seeing snow. Kelly.

This is where we
still have that threat tonight.

The white here,
winter storm warnings.

All of this, from Maine,
down to Pennsylvania and...

Changed your mind?

All the commercial flights
are cancelled

in and out of Bangor.

Is your plane still going?

My pilot just e-mailed me.

We leave in about 35 minutes.

What about the storm?

That's one of the perks
of flying private.

The airports don't get jammed up
in bad weather.

Do you still have room?

It's a G5 with 15 empty seats
and a full bar.

Welcome aboard.

Thank you for letting me
come along.

No need to thank me.

I'm happy for the company.

Excuse me.

Of course.

Hello?

He found out.

Wait.
Who-who found out about what?

Channing.

He found out about
Samurai Seven,

that we went behind his back,

tried to buy the data,
everything.

How? He spoke to Beth Kim.

Fuck!

Okay, Gitta, just calm down,
okay?

He was fucking pissed.

I mean... shit.
I've never seen him like that.

I will handle this.
You know, he's blaming us for...

for getting Samurai Seven
killed.

Let me talk to him.

He's gone AWOL again.
He stormed out of the house...

Okay, okay.

Well, I...
I'm heading back soon.

I'll try calling him from here.

You let me know if he shows up.

Okay.

And if he calls me,
I'll let you know.

Yeah, please do. Thanks.

It's Channing. Leave a message.

It's Ellen Parsons.

I just heard from Gitta.

Please call me back
as soon as you get this.

I will explain everything.

Everything okay?

Just fine.

As you can see, the
winds have really picked up.

Looks like we got winds at about

256, 30 miles an hour right now.

Obviously the snow
is coming down.

We're at about five to six
inches right now.

We could get up to
two feet of snow.

So a lot of pressure,
a lot of cold weather,

a lot of moisture,
a lot of snow,

and it's going to continue
this way all night long, so...

Hey, there he is!

Mr. Davies.

Can't believe you showed up.

Sorry we have to meet
in this shit hole.

This is my new office, since you
fucked me out of my old one.

You got quite a sack on you,
pretty boy.

Got to give you that.

Have a seat.

Thanks for meeting me.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

We're just two sides
of the same shekel, you and me.

How's that? I don't know.

I move money around,
you move information.

It's just a big power game,
and you won.

Just 'cause I had a lapse
in judgment.

I put my faith in a fucking
Judas with high heels.

Naomi Walling.

Naomi Fucking Walling.

This world is just a shit pile
of me-first vultures.

You can't trust a fucking soul.

So...

how can I help you,
Mr. McClaren?

An acquaintance of mine
was killed recently.

He was a hacker.

And he got his hands on some
Princefield documents.

What does that have to do
with me?

Well, this hacker sold
some of his information.

Anything interesting?

I think so.

Did you know Bennett Herreshoff
was having you investigated

by the SEC for insider trading?

What the fuck you talking about?

Herreshoff had the commission
open a file on Fund 23

about a year ago.

Both you and Naomi were targets.

That cocksucker.

How would Herreshoff know
what you were up to?

How would he know
what we were up to?

He created Fund 23
so that we would do

the type of trading that we did.

Can you prove that?

Of course not. Herreshoff's
the head of the bank.

Put a firewall
so he could deny everything.

Herreshoff didn't kill
your friend,

if that's what you're thinking.
What makes you say that?

Number one, he's a pussy.

Number two,
he’s the head of the bank.

He's protected.
He wouldn't need to.

He wouldn't be afraid
of a hacker.

Well, who would then?

Well, you
think I'm gonna tell you that?

You're out on bail, but you're
headed back to prison.

You're the scapegoat
in all of this.

No shit.

Then why protect anyone?
Loyalty? To who?

Anyone ever show loyalty to you?

I can get the truth out there,

and no one will ever know it
came from you.

Yeah.

Fuck it, huh?

Who's this?

That's the name of the guy
who gave me the stock tips.

Without him, there wouldn't
have been any insider trading.

Next round's on you.

All of this from Maine...

This is where we have
winter storm warnings.

Also, we have the advisories
and the watches right now.

This whole area... the Northeast,

here in New England...
And this is the reason why.

This area of low pressure, and
all of the snow that's flying.

So what we're looking at here...
This is the radar.

This is showing us
where we're seeing the snow,

where we're seeing the rain.

But this low is also going to
be generating a lot of wind.

We could see wind gusts upwards
of 55 miles an hour.

That can bring down branches
just by itself.

When you add this...

Oh, how many refills
do I have on, um...

Let’s see, it’s number G-five...

Still have the
threat for several inches

of additional snow.

That was impressive,
looking at those numbers.

This is where we still have
that threat tonight,

the white here,
winter storm warming.

More than two million people,

customers without power
at this time.

This is one of
the hardest hit areas

when it comes to the snow.

We can see even
more than five inches.

We still have the threat
for several inches

of additional snow.

Another delay.

Oh. Why?

Something about
frozen fuel lines.

How long of a delay?

Uh, several hours at least.

Oh, shit!

If you are out, you really
should go inside right now.

There's nobody on the street...

Parsons and Associates.
Hey, it's me.

Hey. How’s Maine?

Pick me up a lobster?

Have you heard
from Channing McClaren?

No. What's going on?

I'll tell you about it
when I get back.

Let me know if he calls.
Of course.

And what about my mom?

Oh, she is a sweetheart.

I got her into the apartment,
and when I left,

she was just fine.

Okay. Great.

Thank you.

I'm gonna be later
than I thought,

so I'll touch base
when I get in.

Safe flight.

Thanks.

Thank you.

May I take that for you, sir?

Thank you.

So, how is your mother?

Really want to know?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I?

Well, because every time
we talk about her,

you end up in a rage.

I'm just...
I'm just asking how she is.

Yeah, she’s well.

She's really well, in fact.

I, um, saw her in the holidays,

and we spent a week up north.

She still with that
Danish prick?

Here we go.

Come on.

All right,
you don't have to answer.

Wow.

She got you for a week.
I've hardly seen you

for more than a few days
last couple of years.

You never come to London.

Well, it's been a little bit
inhospitable to us.

Seems like you and Channing
are trying your best

to make that true worldwide.

I never liked McClaren.

Really? I didn't know that.

Why are you still with him, Dad?

You're wasting your talents.

Can we just not have
this conversation?

I only see you for one day.
Can we not go there again?

You're a brilliant journalist.

Channing McClaren
is a lightweight,

but he gets all the credit,

whilst you stand behind
the curtains pulling the levers.

You know I'm right.

What?

You're such a beautiful girl.

Thank you.

And you're exactly
like your mother.

And the screw turns.

She bitched and moaned like it
was the end of the world

when I first hooked up
with Channing,

thought I was throwing
my career away.

This is real journalism,
Miranda.

The old school
is a dying culture.

McClarenTruth...
that's the future.

I thought you would get that.
You're 26.

You grew up with the Internet.

Yeah, but what about
this latest fiasco?

This woman killed herself, Dad.

That was just bad luck,

followed by an unfortunate
coincidence.

No, it's an embarrassment.

Your old writer friends
in London are laughing at you.

I'm sorry. I just...

I have to tell you the truth.

And you're drinking too much.

Don't worry about me,
sweetheart.

The new wave is always laughed
at, and then, it takes over.

Venish?

Veneesh.

Sorry about that. Chris Sanchez.

You do that thing.

What's that?

Like everything's
enemy territory.

You never deployed?

Nah. Which I'm okay with.

I hear that. I hear that.

Get you something, honey?

Some coffee, please.

How about you, babe? Okay.

I appreciate you
meeting with me.

I checked you out.

And?

Here I am.

So what do you want to know?

I understand you were the tech
on a bunch of video calls

between DC and Ramstein.

Patient interviews.

That's right.

Are you willing to go on record?

And pull a court-martial?

I don't think so.

Maybe there's been some kind
of misunderstanding.

No, no, no, no.
No misunderstanding.

I wanted to look you in the eye.

I've never killed anyone,
never been in the shit,

but that doesn't mean I'm less
capable of judging character.

Okay.

You know what the interviews
were about.

What you don't know
is that they were all recorded.

Oh, yeah.

Wonders of digital technology.

Can you get me those recordings?

No.

But I can tell you
where they're kept.

And give you another name.

After that, you're on your own.

Channing's still gone.

I feel so sorry for you.

You don't know what to do
without your teddy bear, do you?

Dinner with Miranda
went that well, huh?

Give me a kiss.

Give me a kiss.

That better be a bloody joke.
Come on.

Give me a little kiss.

Why don't you lie down,

and I'll get you some water.

You're making a fool
of yourself.

I'm making a fool of myself?

That's fucking rich,
coming from you.

What does that mean?

You've been screwing
the wrong man, Gitta.

What would you say if I told you
all of this,

the whole thing,
the-the Web site,

the organisation, the whole
McClarenTruth.org...

what would you say if I told you
it had nothing to do

with Channing McClaren? Huh?

Your boyfriend's a wonk,
a fucking wonk, nothing more.

He had the skills,
he had the-the connections

to the little techno-worms,
and they had the information.

They had the access
to all the information,

but it was me who had the vision
for all of this.

Yeah, funny little Rutger.

You told me he came to you
with the idea.

Yeah. Well, I lied.

All part of the legend,
the myth.

Truth is... Truth is...

he came to me years ago.

He had some sensitive
information.

He was shit-scared that he'd get
arrested if he let it out.

So, I guided him, took his hand
every step of the way.

I'm going to bed.

Your boyfriend is a figurehead,
nothing more.

A little puppet.

I needed his face
to sell the idea

of the whistle-blower Web site.

You know the funny thing,
we're both the same.

We both fell for the face.

Your career was going nowhere
before you met Channing,

and you know that.

So, no matter how
you see things,

you're nothing without him now.

Don't blow a good thing.

Come on, Gitta, how about
a sympathy fuck, huh?

Christ, go to bed.

It is ugly out there
and it is only getting uglier.

Our man, Jason Harris,
is on the street.

Jason,
what are you seeing out there?

Thanks,
Jeanette. As you can see,

the winds have really picked up.

Uh, looks like we got winds

at about 25, 30 miles an hour
right now.

You want a cheese cracker?

I paid for one,
but the machine gave me two.

Uh, no, thank you.

It's funny, no matter
how much money you have,

it's still exciting
getting free stuff.

Sure you don't want it?

We're gonna be here for a while.
You got to eat.

I've got a bar.

That's my Ellen.

Always prepared.

Shit.

I hate this thing.

It's the new model.

Just as I figured out
the old one,

they change everything.

Do you know how to work
one of these?

What's the problem?

I'm trying to get
to my contacts.

So, I, you know, I press
this button and then...

Now I'm stuck in some big,
fat mess.

You're in your settings menu.

Great. Get me out.

See this button here?

Yeah, I pressed that.

You're three menus in,

SO you have to press
this button three times,

and then you're back
in your home screen.

Thank you.

You can get to your contacts
list from there.

Mom.

How's the apartment?

It's lovely. Very nice.

I can't thank you enough.

I'm glad you like it.

It's a little drafty, though.

Where are you?

At a diner.

I didn't want
to eat dinner alone.

At least there are people here.

It always takes a little while
to get used to a new apartment.

Oh, it's a...
it's a great place.

It's just so quiet there.

Honestly, I don't know how I'll
sleep with all that quiet.

It'll be fine, Mom.

Hope so.

My plane's a little delayed,
SO, um,

I-I'll check in with you
when I get back.

Okay, dear. Bye.

How's Mom?

She's fine.

Your parents move?

I heard that, you know,

something about a new apartment.

I really don't feel like
talking about my parents.

Hi. It's Patty.

Yeah, my plane's been delayed
for several more hours,

so I just wanted you to know.

How's Catherine?

No, no, no, don't wake her up.

I'll see her when I get back.

Have a good night.

All right.

You need to just sit down
and relax.

I hate waiting.

You need a drink.

Bar's closed.

Shame.

Hey, Rutger, wake up.
I got something.

Hey, what's up?

I talked to Bruce Davies.

He gave me some information.

What information?

He gave me the name of the guy

who was supplying Fund 23
with stock tips.

Who?

Helmut Torben.

You heard of him?

Never seen him before
in my life.

Do you mind if I...

Of course not.

Nice, isn't it?

What?

The quiet.

The unexpected downtime.

Being able to catch up on work.

Actually read.

It's really relaxing.

I know what you mean.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna get you a drink.

Keep an eye out.

You really gonna do this?

You really need a drink.

What do you think?

If you're gonna do it,
just do it.

Don't talk about it.

Stop it. Patty, he's coming.

Patty, Patty!

Hey there.

Hey.

Well, the fuel line is fixed.

Thank God.

But I'm afraid
we still can't leave.

Our window to take off
has closed.

The storm's moving in.

It's already dumped
eight inches in Vermont.

Thank you for the update.

How long will it be?

I really can't say.

Very sorry, Ms. Hewes.

Thank you, Captain.

Thank you.

You've been supplying illegal
stock tips to Fund 23.

You've made them millions.

Who tells you this?

Bruce Davies sold you out
to McClaren.

Davies can prove nothing.

And why is this any concern
of yours?

We're fucked if this ever
gets out there.

That's right.

So I'm confident
that you will see to it

that nothing comes of
this information.

Channing'll want to pursue it.

Don't let him.

What makes you think I even want
to protect you?

Because you have secrets
of your own, Mr. Simon.

So...

really...

how is your mom?

I already told you, Patty,

I don't feel like talking
about my parents.

I'm just trying
10 make conversation.

Ellen, we're stuck here.

I mean, we may as well chat.

Okay, Patty. Uh... go ahead.

Let's discuss whatever's
on your mind.

Ask away.

Okay.

What was your parents' secret?

With what?

You.

How'd they pull it off?

How do you raise a kid
to grow up

to be someone like you?

Uh, well, in my parents' case,

by being abusive
and dysfunctional.

I think you're being
hard on them.

Look at how you turned out.

You know what
that phone call was about?

My mother has left my father.

And she moved in with me,

but I've gotten her
her own place now.

Why did she leave your father?

Because he's a tyrant...

who blames the world
for his frustrations,

and he would take it out on her,

and she couldn't
handle it anymore.

So there you go.

Have I ever told you
about my father?

Yeah, you did.

What did I say?

Said he was an angry bully

and that he ran out on you
and your mom.

Yeah.

He left and he never came back.

Never?

Never.

Well, you never mentioned that.

How old were you, when he left?

Thirteen.

And you never saw him again?

No.

So...

For all our differences,

you and I have a lot in common.

I don't think so.

We understand each other.

Maybe our paths
were meant to cross.

I think there's a reason why you
and I found each other.

"Found each other"?

Are you kidding?

Oh, you don't believe...

you don't believe
things like that?

Our paths crossed because
you needed Katie Connor

as a witness against Frobisher.

There was no fate or destiny,

there was only manipulation.

You used my personal
relationships

for leverage in your case.

But you stuck around.

Or, more incredibly,
I kept you around.

Even after you'd served
your purpose.

And here we are.

You and I, alone in an airport,

still together, Ellen.

We're not here
because you've got

some kind of hold over me,
Patty.

We're here because I was going
to testify against you

in Catherine's custody case.

And you needed a way to keep me
off the stand,

so you created a suit for us
to try against each other.

I created a case?

You sent Channing McClaren
to me as a client,

knowing that you would sue him.

But you can't stop me, Patty.

When the McClaren case is over,

the custody trial will continue,

and I will testify against you.

And what will you say?

What is the worst thing
that you know about me?

You know what that is.

That we blackmailed Ray Fiske.

That was terrible.

Ray was my friend.

That's a secret that you and I
will be burdened with.

But, Ellen,
if you testify about that,

you'll have to implicate
yourself.

And there's nothing else
you have that can hurt me.

I have nothing else?

What? What is it you think
that you know about me?

Are you fucking crazy?

What?

The High Star case?

Are you still angry about that?

What?

You confessed to me.

Confessed what?

In the hotel room.

You admitted what you tried
to do to me.

That's what
you're talking about?

Yes, Patty. That.

You had me at gunpoint.

I would have said anything.

I told you
what you wanted to hear

so you would take the money
to the judge.

I was just trying to win a case.

You never realised that?

You believed me?

All this time you have believed

that I would actually try
to have you killed?

I believe it
because it happened.

Then wh-why on earth did you
come back and work for me?

I worked with you. After that,
I never worked for you.

Ellen...

I am so sorry that you have been
operating under this...

terrible false assumption.

After Ray Fiske shot himself,

you asked me if I regretted
what we did.

Oh, my God. And I said yes.

Then you inexplicably left town,

and I was attacked
in your apartment.

How does any of that
suggest I was responsible?

If not you, then who?

Well, I imagine, uh...

that Frobisher
sent somebody for me.

But you were staying
at my apartment.

So you were supposed to be
the victim?

The intended.

If it wasn't Frobisher...

Then what?

Believe me, Ellen, I have
thought a lot about this.

And I think there may be
another possibility.

Who?

Pete.

He may have acted on his own
in order to protect me.

He knew I was vulnerable to you
because of Fiske.

Pete was fiercely loyal to me.

I think he may have taken things
in his own hands.

You confessed to me, Patty.

You gave me no choice.

Only one answer would have
satisfied you.

I was in that room, Patty.

I saw those tears in your eyes.

You're saying you can sit there
now, look me in the eye,

and tell me I made
the whole thing up?

Ms. Hewes?

Things cleared up a bit.
We're good to go.

Wonderful. Thank you.

Are you coming?

No, Patty.
I'm not coming with you.

I'm sorry about
the misunderstanding, Ellen.

♪ When I am through with you ♪

♪ There won't be anything left ♪

♪ When I am through with you ♪

♪ There won't be anything left ♪

♪ When I am through with you ♪