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Are you here yet? MILLIE Where?

Mom and Dad's house?

My brother's fundraiser?

Oh, god, that.

Uh, listen, honey, I might not be able to make it.

No.

No, no, no, no, you said you'd be here.

It starts at 6:00.

Hm.

Do I have to?

Listen, why can't I just send a check?

That's what it's all about, right?

Come on, don't be such a cynic.

Does anything interesting

ever happen at those things?

Just saying.

SJ, sit up straight.

Mom, do I have to stay here for this?

Yes, we need to support your father.

People will be watching.

Oh.

Evening, Ms. Jacqueline.

Oh, I'll take those for you.

Thanks, Cornelius.

Ready for all the fun?

Never a dull moment, miss.

Hey, Mom.

Anything I can help with?

No, I think we're good.

You seem a bit frazzled.

Everything good?

I'm fine, excited.

It's such a big moment, another member of the family

going on the campaign trail.

Finally, a changing of the guard.

You're happy about it, though, right?

Sean running for office?

Of course, yeah.

But you know what?

There's something I need to do right now,

so your dad's out back in his usual spot.

Hey, Dad.

It's me, your favorite child.

You are not wrong about that.

Hello, kiddo.

Oh, you don't have to stop.

- We can... we can talk later. - No, that's OK.

I should probably hang it up for the day,

don't want your mother angry with me now, do we?

Are you two fighting again?

What's it about this time?

The usual litany, her meaningless life,

Sean's ambitions, Ry's screw-ups,

and of course, your choices.

She criticizes my choices and supports Ry?

That's a joke.

Yeah, well, you know, sons through a mother's eyes

can do no wrong.

She did seem a bit preoccupied just now.

That's a kind word.

She's in a foul mood all the time.

I just try to stay the hell out of her way.

Maybe this thing tonight will snap her out of it.

I'm sorry.

What are you going to do?

Um, can we talk?

Maybe take a seat?

Sure.

So?

What did you want to talk about, that job?

I know everybody over there.

You say the word, you'd get the job like that.

No, Dad, no.

Come on.

How much money have I given to that endowment

fund over the years?

Let me call Professor Jones, get this straightened out...

No, we are not going to do that.

Always the independent one.

I like it.

So what, then?

Yeah?

Is coming tonight.

I... I thought we might be here together.

Some people don't know that we're more than...

You know?

I do know, I get it, yeah.

It's not going to be a problem for you, right?

I know that there are still some narrow-minded folks around.

No, might even be a boon these days.

Who knows?

All I care about is that my girl is happy.

Yes?

I am. Yeah, I am.

I'm very happy.

She's... she's good for me, you know?

She keeps me organized.

See that.

Well, good for both of you.

I say, have at it.

My name's not on the ballot until next year.

Your brother Sean is going to be there,

winning the spotlight first.

Yeah, quite the surprise, his late conversion to politics.

What do you think about all of it?

Are you happy?

Well, he seems to be committed, passionate even.

But?

I just think a few members of my party

are getting a little overamped.

This idea of my giving up my seat to him the last year

of my term, it's just...

He hasn't even won anything yet, that's ridiculous.

Thank you, exactly.

Come on, let's go hit a few.

Let's get you a weapon here.

Yeah, I like this one.

Yeah?

Well, the nice thing about that is when you miss a putt,

you can beat the ball into the ground with that one.

Let me show you how to do it wrong,

then you can make improvements on it.

How's that sound?

Anyways, I got to get going.

Lauren asked me to help her with a silent auction, so.

All right.

Well, I'm going to make an appearance later.

I've got some paperwork or something to do.

Listen, you make sure that photographer takes plenty

of pictures of you and me and Millie

tonight because I want to show everybody

the newest member of my family.

Thanks, Dad, means a lot.

Come here.

I'll see you later.

Here.

Thanks.

Maybe I'll switch to this one, do better.

We are going to make a fortune tonight.

Jesus, it's like the Emperor's New Clothes all over again.

You're so cranky.

Is there anything in this place

without his fucking name on it?

I don't think so.

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Do you still need me or?

Nope, too fucking late, sis.

We're all set.

Ry helped me.

Wow.

Ry was helpful?

What did you do with my real brother?

Fuck you.

This looks fantastic.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for arranging it, Jackie.

Oh, you are so welcome.

Yo, douche, wasn't her.

This is all Lauren's work.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I just assumed...

Well, don't.

Oh, easy, Ry.

Daddy's little girl has enough credit already.

Thanks for your help, Cornelius.

Oh, you're welcome, Mr. Sean.

What's that?

This?

It's the box that contain the sign

that we just hung up out front.

Is everything ready in here?

Looks like it.

Looks like it?

Here's an idea, Jackie.

Could you do the one thing that I

asked you to do for me while I have a little chat with Dad

before all the sycophants arrive?

- Yes, Jesus Christ. - That would be great.

OK.

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Cheers.

Sean, ready for your big night?

I need to speak with you.

right now.

Sure, yeah, I was going to look out for Millie anyways,

so I'll catch you later.

You're all good, guys.

Come on.

Just between us.

Shit.

Hey.

Hey.

I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up.

What, and miss my big debut?

My biggest cheerleader, my mother, Mrs. Ann Riley,

everybody.

We love you, Ann.

And my father...

Wherever he has gotten to, well, he's my role model.

I'm proud to follow in his footsteps.

You know, I have so much love for my entire family.

Respect for my father, honoring his legacy

while building a modern platform of progressive policies

and grassroots outreach, well, that's why I'm here.

Where's your father?

He was going to say a few words?

He was supposed to, but you know what he's like.

Maybe he's not a fan of Sean's new platform.

What makes you say that?

Oh, nothing.

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I'm just saying.

My first priority is jobs.

Listen, we have got to do more to support

early stage entrepreneurs.

A no... no, thank you.

What, you're not hungry?

No, I'm starving.

But me and shellfish, not good.

Don't even say the word peanuts, like, sayo-fucking-nara.

Good to know.

Now, believe me, none of this would

be possible if it weren't for my lovely family,

my beautiful wife, Lauren. Come up here, Lauren...

My bro! SEAN: And my SJ.

Get up here, SJ.

Really?

What?

You party hacks are loving this.

Squeaky clean side of the family spouts political doublespeak?

Of course, it's perfect, just what the party needs, new blood.

New bottle, same wine.

My focus group says he'll go further than your father.

I'll be right at the heart of it.

I stake my reputation on it.

You're just always a little ahead of the pack, aren't you?

Hm.

Too bad it wasn't you.

Remind me, what went wrong again?

Suck my dick, Vern.

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Senator Riley?

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Oh my god.

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I'm so sorry for your loss, ma'am.

Yes, thank you. I got this, Vern.

You'll need to speak to everyone, right?

That isn't necessary.

I mean, since he killed...

Since there's no sign of foul play,

we don't need to question anyone.

Right, Chief?

Just get them out of here.

This is a private matter.

We have a complete list of all the names, just in case.

Yeah, we can work with that.

We'll wrap things up here.

So quickly?

Jackie, I know how this works.

You'll need to take statements, right?

Dust for fingerprints, probably test for gun residue.

We have everything we need, sir.

Wait, what?

The gun, the open gun safe, the other physical evidence...

SOCO confirms it's all consistent with death

by suicide.

Can you give us an hour or two, Chief, please?

I got to get a statement out to the press.

10-4.

We'll pass the file up to the medical examiner tomorrow.

Why the ME?

Oh, standard procedure, sir.

Nothing to worry about, just paperwork.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I should...

Don't worry, Ann.

I'll take care of everything.

Thank you.

We gotta make this go away.

I just don't get it.

What would make him kill himself?

Why would he do that?

Maybe there's just things he didn't share.

Did you know he had a gun?

I thought he was big on gun control.

Oh, he got it during the pandemic

when it looked like things were going to go batshit crazy.

He knew it made him seem like a hypocrite.

Where did he keep it?

He was sort of ashamed of it.

He told me he kept it in the basement.

God, Dad, why'd you do this?

When did you last see him?

Did he give you any idea?

No, no.

He was his usual self.

People's relationships with their parents

can be fascinating.

Sometimes we remember them very differently

than they actually were.

Oh, spare me the fucking psychobabble, Millie.

There's more to this.

The police were barely here for five

fucking minutes before pronouncing it a suicide.

I'm going to find out what really happened.

Are you sure you want to do that?

It could open up a Pandora's box.

Your family's got a lot of baggage.

I don't need you to tell me how fucked up my family

is, Millie. Thank you.

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Hey, why don't you go home and get some rest?

I'm sorry.

I just... I just want answers.

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Can you help me?

You can finally put all that academic knowledge

into practice.

I know.

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I'm sorry, too.

Yes, I'll take a look around.

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Hey, did you find anything?

Maybe.

The crossword in The Trib, did he do that every day?

Yeah.

Without fail, he'd never leave it unfinished.

Sometimes he'd stick at it for hours just

to keep a streak going.

Why?

I knew it.

I fucking knew it.

He would never leave it this way.

All right.

Well, try to get some rest.

We'll pick it up in the morning.

First Brandywine News

is live at the Riley Estate.

Senator Riley was found dead

in his study late yesterday.

He died of a single gunshot to the head.

We have concluded a detailed investigation

and do not suspect foul play.

That's total bullshit.

We'll recommend to the medical examiner that the cause of death

be ruled as suicide.

Thank you.

Did the Senator leave a note?

Thank you everyone.

Of course, he didn't leave a fucking note.

He didn't kill himself.

I know.

Detailed investigation? It's a cover-up.

Agreed.

So you're the expert here, what do we do next?

Well, if we do things the right way,

we get the right answers.

And the right way is?

Look, the clues are there.

We just have to find them.

We need some help from someone who's above suspicion.

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Look, we get that you don't want to be involved.

But you might know some things that

could lead us to the killer.

We're piecing together different perspectives.

And your input could be key to solving this puzzle.

You might have seen or heard something that could help.

That's all.

Oh, come on, come on, come on.

Y'all need to come correct.

You're trying to trick me.

Why would you think that I know something?

And why would you think I want Senator Riley dead?

I wasn't saying you were any part of it.

I wasn't accusing you of anything.

Look, will you just leave me be, please?

Let me do my job.

There's a million things I need to be doing for Mrs. Riley.

I have to say, I'm disappointed, Cornelius.

I thought you were more loyal than that.

Look, I'm sorry about that.

She's just upset.

Yeah, I know.

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I like Ms. Jacqueline, like her a lot.

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But I'm sorry, I can't get involved.

What are you afraid of?

Is someone threatening you?

No.

Because if they are, you should tell us.

We could help.

No!

It's nothing like that.

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Miss Park?

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If I tell you, you're going to cut me some slack?

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I'm not a bad person.

Of course.

All right then.

Here it is.

When I was a young man, I got in some trouble.

I did time.

I met Senator Riley at a halfway house.

He offered me a job.

And I've been with him ever since.

Man was a guardian angel to me.

Yeah.

He was committed to giving people a second chance.

And it's worked out for you.

Why can't you help him now?

I didn't do anything wrong, you understand?

I was a good kid, a really good kid.

But man, oh, man, oh, man, those cops.

They was looking for results.

So I've been spending the rest of my life just trying my best

to stay out of their way.

And I ain't about to change that now.

Listen, I get it.

I really do.

And I can imagine this has been incredibly difficult for you.

Well, thank you, I appreciate that.

What if we kept your name out of it?

You work with me and Jackie, no one else needs to know.

You can do that?

For real?

Absolutely, you have my word.

My crib is over the carriage house.

You swing by there later.

And I mean you and only you.

In my heart, I never believed the Senator killed himself.

It wasn't my place to say anything.

But look, I may not get all this right.

Oh, you were hitting them good today, Senator.

You just kept dropping them all right there at the hole,

made my job easier.

Thank you, Cornelius.

So if I may say so,

sir, I think it'd be a good idea for you

to get out and play a proper round at that club of yours

every now and then.

You know, I'm just not that interested anymore.

It takes so long to play a round of golf,

time I just don't seem to have.

So I'll stick with my little rain job back there.

Maybe I should get one of those robots.

Well, yes, sir, if you say so.

To pick up the balls, Corney, to pick up the ball?

Damn it.

I understand, sir.

S will you be needing me for anything else, Senator?

No, thank you.

Go back and help with the party and

find Ry and ask him to stop down and see me, please?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

$1,000 on bid for this wonderful Bluetooth-enabled

heated dog bed.

Going once, going twice, sold to the gentleman in the back!

Yuck.

These people are so tacky.

Yeah, you pretend to hate the nouveau riche

when it's really just envy.

You'll join them in a New York minute

if you ever got your big payday.

Yeah, I'm doing just fine.

You sure are, with regular handouts from Dad.

Bullshit.

It's all my own work.

OK.

What, you support entrepreneurs?

You don't know the first thing about them.

I'm an entrepreneur.

I'm like a serial entrepreneur.

You're a failure, a serial failure.

Well, that comes with the territory, bro.

At least I'm out there in the arena, in the real world,

where you can fail, not hiding behind some desk

at subsidy central, a job that Dad got you.

Don't you talk shit about the EDA.

We do good work, asshole.

Guys, be nice.

Make sure you get your bids in for the silent auction.

Some great prizes out there, maybe a gift

for the special person in your life.

And now we come to the final live item for the night.

This is your chance to own a really unique piece of art...

made by none other than Mrs. Lauren Riley, our candidate.

Sean's super talented wife.

Yes!

Lauren, why don't you come up here and tell

us all about your painting?

Thank you, thank you.

Well, as many of you know, if you follow me on my socials,

you'll know that I just started taking art lessons.

I have done aerobics, archeology...

No, antiquing, and...

Oh, yes, that's right.

So after a few tries... and I promise you that

is not a paint by numbers...

I came up with Fog on the Brandywine.

Is it upside down?

No, it's abstract.

It's gray.

Who will start the bidding at $500?

$250 then?

$250 here.

Now we are moving.

Ladies and gentlemen, splash that cash.

You know you have it.

Do I hear a grand anywhere?

1, 1.5, 2, 3.

What holy fuck?

These people are eating this crap up.

So let's make things a little more interesting.

If we get to $10,000, I will do another piece

of art for the winning bidder.

How about that?

A special commission.

You know what?

What the fuck?

10, $10,000 right here.

In fact, $11,000.

Sold to Mr. Ry Riley.

Digging deep to support his bro.

Congratulations, everyone!

That concludes the auction.

Enjoy the rest of your evening, folks.

We'll gather in the hall in 15 minutes for some final words.

Hey.

Well, that was painful, but you did a great job.

I had no idea your brother was such an art lover or such

a generous supporter of yours.

Nice job.

What are you doing?

Don't worry.

I can cover it.

They take a card, don't they?

My brother knows nothing about art.

He's not a supporter of mine and hates my wife.

In fact, he calls her a shallow-end swimmer.

It is nice to be appreciated.

So what do you want me to paint for you?

My best feature.

Stop.

Painting class on Tuesday?

Yes.

Mr. Ry, your father would

like a word, please, if you'd be kind enough

to step down to his study?

God, paternal summons.

Is everything all right, Senator?

Yes, yes, Cornelius.

Everything's fine, thank you.

Just a little father son conversation,

you know how those can go.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Of course, you don't.

That was so insensitive of me.

It's all good.

It was a long time ago.

Still, I am very, very sorry.

Seems to be my night for upsetting people.

Who else did he upset?

Did he say?

Oh, yeah.

He told me about his meeting earlier with Mr. Sean.

Oh, they had a big fight.

Something about the Senator's age and changes to the voters.

Some guys named Boomer and Henry,

I mean, I really didn't understand it all.

You're doing great.

Need to take a break?

Huh?

Oh, no.

I'm about at the end now.

Nothing else?

Um... well, I'm not sure.

But I... I think I made just one more trip down there.

Well, he seemed like he was done for the night.

So he settled into his favorite way to relax.

So I just took out some trash and let him be.

All right.

So first, Sean, then Ry, then Vern Reynolds visited him.

Yeah.

Yeah, but none of them killed him,

though, because he was still alive when Mr. Reynolds left.

Anything else?

Did he have any other visitors?

Just try to remember.

It was such a busy evening.

Damn it.

I may have messed this whole thing up.

Maybe I got the order wrong.

I don't wanna...

Look, you did great, OK?

Just to make sense of it all, we've got

to pinpoint the time of death.

As a matter of fact, I have a question about that.

Hm?

Why didn't we hear a gunshot?

That's a great question.

Why didn't we hear a gunshot?

The study's, what, 20, maybe 30 feet from the hall.

We should have heard it...

Unless there was a noise to mask it.

Right.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have raised $91,897

for my campaign tonight!

3, 2, 1.

Oh!

All right.

The internet is full of theories about why

Riley would commit suicide.

There are stories about his health,

his sanity, his finances, his... his marriage.

Someone must know the real answer.

What happened?

Hey, leave dinner for a while, got

something I want to show you.

OK.

All right, ready?

OK.

3, 2, 1!

So what?

We were there.

All right!

Like... oh, OK, OK, hold on.

All right.

Listen closer and then watch that graph.

2, 1!

Oh my god.

Oh my god, that's it.

You are so clever.

How did you know?

Just a hunch.

What is this?

It's something I found in the App Store.

Wouldn't hold up in a court, but our supposition

must be that the killer used the noise as cover.

Which begs the question...

Who else knew about the champagne and fireworks?

And how did they know to get the timing just right?

We have to take this to the cops.

They'd have to reopen the case now.

No, no, no, we need more before they

really sit up and take notice.

I just want to clear his name.

Well, he's not accused of anything.

You don't need to clear his name.

You know what I mean.

All the shitty speculation, why'd

he do it, what was wrong with him, what did he do wrong...

It's horrible.

Yes, yes, yes, I know.

I know you're frustrated.

But we've got to do things...

By the book.

I know, getting the police and the ME to reopen a case

is almost impossible.

I mean, they'd have to admit they made a mistake,

which is not in their DNA.

We need strong evidence, not

just hunches and suppositions.

Well, is there anything more from SJ?

Um, mm, no, nothing on his socials.

I'll go over there tomorrow.

That kid is married to his phone,

I'm sure he's got stuff on there that he

didn't think was worth sharing.

Teenager with a content filter for TikTok?

He's a special kid.

Just saying.

Look, we got to stick together, OK?

We'll get there.

I know.

Thank you.

I am going to go back over to the house tomorrow.

Got another one of my hunches to play out.

Shit.

Damn it.

I've got nothing, Ms. Park.

Man, I was sure it would be here.

All right.

Wait, hold on.

Grab that.

Shine your light here?

Oh, gotcha.

Damn it.

Isn't that it?

No, I was certain his gun would be here.

All right.

Wait, hold it.

Now that's interesting.

- They're not here. - Hi.

SJ, how are you doing?

I told you, they are not here.

Dad's at work and Mom went to one of her stupid things

where she comes home all sweaty.

Yuck.

Spin class?

Don't ask me.

She's always at something.

I'll let them know you came by.

Oh, actually, SJ, um, I wanted to talk to you.

Why?

What do you want?

Can I come in?

I guess.

Success.

What'd you have to do to bribe him?

It was every 15-year-old boy want, babe.

Oh, god, ew.

I'm kidding.

Carrot and stick.

I praised his great cinematography skills

and then told him that he faced criminal charges if he

didn't hand over everything.

Nice work, detective, both lies, of course.

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, come on.

Jesus, OK.

Watch this.

Wait, wait.

Who was that?

I thought maybe one of the waiters?

Play it again?

Pause.

Holy shit.

Really?

I think we need to talk to him.

Thanks for meeting with us, Nate.

Yeah, you bet.

Jackie said it had something to do with Sean's campaign?

Yeah, we were just curious.

You're usually out of DC, right?

What brought you all the way up here for Sean's team?

Seemed like a good prospect, plenty

to work with, better than the usual clueless

ideologues I'm allocated.

Allocated?

Oh, that's right.

You work for Vern Reynolds, don't you?

Yeah, sort of.

It's not official, but that's how it goes.

There's a group of us campaign managers.

He steers us towards the folks they want to help.

So what's your connection to my father?

Oh, I should have said.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I didn't know him.

I only do local stuff.

Federal's a little out of my pay grade.

Really?

We learned that you were one of the last people

to see him that night.

Maybe the last.

Me?

No, I didn't see him.

I don't know why you would think that.

Because several people saw you?

We have you on video going toward his study.

Shall we show you?

I don't have to take this shit.

I don't know who you guys think you are.

You are not the cops.

No, we are not the cops.

But they would be very interested if we were

to pass this along to them.

Sit down, Nate.

All right.

Look, on these events, I get a nice little

bonus if we gross over 100k.

We were about 10k short.

I figured your father could fix it.

I went down there and the door was closed.

I thought better of it and went back to the hall.

You went to squeeze him for a contribution

and you turned around because the door was closed?

That's it.

You expect us to believe that?

Ace fundraiser?

Thought you were programmed to knock down doors, Nate.

I told you what I can.

I had nothing to do with this.

He's so lying.

He's the killer.

My dad didn't want to give him any money, so he shot him.

Case closed, we got him. Let's go to the cops.

Did I get it right this time?

Tell me.

You mean, after all that,

you're still going to say that we don't have enough.

Yup.

I'm sick of this.

Piece it all together, methodical, slow,

they may be OK for you.

But I need the world to know that my dad

didn't shoot himself. He's not that guy.

Hey, hey, shh.

I'm going to go back to work for a while.

I'm going to check in with Cornelius later,

see if he's found anything new.

I can't stand this.

I've got to tell my mom what we think.

You sure you want to do that?

I mean, she's taking it really badly.

She's getting stronger.

She should know.

All right.

But tread carefully and don't mention Cornelius.

Hey, Mom?

Hey, Mom?

Hey.

Oh, Jackie, it's you.

What a surprise.

How you holding up?

Oh, you know, so-so.

I heard you went out in the car today.

Where'd you go?

Hm.

Well, I was going to go to the salon.

But I couldn't face it, so I just

drove around the neighborhood for a while.

I'll have to go before the funeral.

So many people are coming to pay their respects.

I'd forgotten how well liked he was.

Can't have them seeing me like this, can I?

I wanted to ask you something.

The, uh... the ME's Office and the police, they're...

They're happy with everything?

They put it to bed a few days after...

After the event.

We're going to miss him so much.

Mama, I don't know how to tell you this.

I don't think that Dad took his own life.

I'm convinced that he was murdered.

You what?

Where did you get this?

Millie and I, we've been digging around a little bit.

Oh, Millie.

I should have known, some of her stupid theories.

The police were definitive, death by suicide.

You would take her word over the professionals?

We've found some very strong evidence that the police

- may have missed. - We?

Who else is involved with this silliness?

Your siblings?

No, no, I...

I shouldn't be telling you this, but

Cornelius has been helping us out.

You know he doesn't miss much around here.

Oh my god, why would you make such a fool of yourself?

You would rely on the word of Cornelius Blackwood?

Why would you do that?

He's a criminal.

That was...

Mom, you know that...

He's a convicted criminal.

Your father always kept it from me.

But I always knew.

Oh.

I... I'm so tired.

Would you please leave this alone, please?

Mom, I know that this may be upsetting, but we should...

Don't make-up some cockamamie conspiracy theory

for the media to feed on.

I mean, we've... we don't need another scandal.

It's not fair to your father.

It's not fair to the family.

It's not fair to me.

Please, honey.

Please let me rest, OK?

Thanks.

♪ ♪

I tell you, Ms. Park, I sure do

hope you catch whoever did this to him because seeing all

those folks on TV talking smack about the Senator's reasons

for killing himself, well, it's sick, I tell you.

It's messed up beyond all reason.

Hell, they didn't even know the man.

Damn it.

Damn it!

- I'm sorry. - It's all right.

It's just that I don't even know if this will help.

I mean, this stupid thing hasn't been empty since...

Well, you know.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, here it is.

Yeah, I knew I had taken these out.

Huh?

Ah.

OK.

Thank you.

We did good?

Sir... no, sorry, not this one.

- No? - No.

All right.

Let's try that one.

OK.

All right, interesting.

It's the right model.

Right model.

What else you got?

Here, let's see.

Huh, that is very interesting.

We did good, huh?

We did good, we did good.

Nice work.

- OK, all right. - Oh, hey.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

We gotta hang on to those.

Might be important evidence.

Really?

Yeah.

Would you mind if we put them in your car?

Because I don't want these things anywhere near my place.

Yeah, of course, we can do that.

OK.

But you know, Cornelius, you're safe.

No one knows you're helping us.

Hey, babe.

How'd it go with your mom?

Bad.

She's just come to terms with the shocking fact

that my dad killed himself.

And now I try to tell her something completely different,

it was...

It was too much.

I shouldn't have raised it with her.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm being selfish with all this.

Maybe we should just let things drop.

I mean, if you really want to.

I don't know.

My mom's been through enough already.

I don't want to cause her any more pain.

What's that?

Nothing, just cleaning supplies.

I'll unpack it later.

Hi.

I didn't think I'd hear from you again.

You do?

OK.

When should we meet?

Got it.

♪ ♪

Nate the snake, he says he has more information.

He wants to make a deal.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

OK.

I think we can wrap up here in 5?

Tough, yeah.

Would you two ladies come down to the station?

We're wrapping up here, but we need

you to answer a few questions.

Of course.

Thanks for coming in, ladies.

Just a formality, you two aren't under any suspicion currently.

Doesn't feel like that, geez.

So the stiff...

His name is Nate Sinclair.

No shit, Sherlock.

Friend of yours?

No, he worked for my brother.

Was he a drug user?

We have no idea.

Why?

Well, that's our initial read, that this

was a drug deal gone wrong.

Somebody does something they're not supposed to,

somebody gets edgy, and bang.

Our guy gets it.

No, he... I already told the detective here.

He wasn't there to score drugs.

He was there to meet us.

He was just unlucky, then, wrong place, wrong time.

We've had other incidents at that location.

Why were you meeting him?

He said he had information about my father's death,

that it was urgent.

Did he give you any specifics?

No, not until we made a deal.

So he had nothing then?

Just another scumbag trying to work an angle.

Yeah, he was that, all right.

But he knew something.

We believe the Senator was murdered.

I don't need some amateur telling me how to do my job.

The case is closed.

We've been doing our own investigation.

We could share evidence.

Keep your cockamamie conspiracy theory and stay out

of police business.

Any interference and you'll both be facing charges.

Do you understand?

Let me ask you one question.

What about the gun?

It'll be a ghost, comes with the territory.

No, I mean the Senator's gun.

Oh, that's been destroyed.

How convenient.

Standard procedure.

And no chance for a ballistics match.

Enough!

We're done here.

♪ ♪

Be careful, ladies.

There's a lot of bad people out there.

♪ ♪

Yeah?

Oh, that must be really traumatic for you.

Did they take anything?

No... calm down, calm down.

We haven't told anyone.

You are still safe.

Look, I am so sorry, but I gotta go.

I'll check in with you later?

All right.

Who was that?

Cornelius.

His place was turned over last night.

He's freaking out.

Shit.

Jackie, Millie?

Did you hear about Sinclair?

Yeah, I got a call this morning.

You guys found him?

Last night, yeah.

Shocking, I'm sure.

They said it was some sort of drug deal?

Yeah, that's what we wanted to talk to you about.

We don't believe the drug deal story.

Why?

We think that he was killed because he

knew something about my father's death, that it wasn't a suicide.

We think that maybe Sinclair was involved somehow.

Here we go with this cockamamie conspiracy theory

again.

Look, Jackie, I know you idolized your father.

And he could do no wrong in your eyes, could he?

Let me break it down to you.

He wasn't perfect.

He had demons, believe me.

Stop trying to sanctify him.

It was a suicide.

Sinclair wasn't involved.

Did you know of a specific reason

that the Senator would have killed himself?

What were these demons?

You really want to know?

Yeah, I can handle it.

I heard rumors of this corruption story about to break.

Some undercover journalist had a sting against your father,

a $3 million for a bogus deal.

And he knew it could bring him down.

He was desperate to kill it.

I'm sorry, but I...

I don't believe you.

My dad wouldn't do that.

He was as clean as they get.

Don't shoot the messenger.

You wanted the truth.

This story died with your father.

I suggest you keep it that way.

What if he's right and this whole thing has just

been this wild goose chase?

Maybe I'm just incapable of seeing my father

as anything less than perfect?

That's what they want you to believe.

Spence, another one.

Hitting it hard tonight, Mr. Riley, huh?

Yeah.

A lot of shit going on.

I hear you.

Anything you want to talk about?

You don't want to know my dirty secrets.

You'd be as fucked up as I am.

Keep 'em coming.

Are you going to turn that light off soon?

You know I can't sleep with that on.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I just got to finish this chapter.

It's good, is it?

The book.

It's OK.

Talk to me?

Are you familiar with this term, right?

Gaslighting? Yes.

What about it?

According to this book, it's manipulating

someone to doubt their own perceptions

or understanding of events.

That's intense.

Hmm.

Wait, do you think that that's what's going on here?

Yeah.

Washington, Reynolds?

I mean, they keep putting it back on you.

Didn't you notice?

They keep using the same exact words.

Cockamamie conspiracy theory.

So did Ma...

Oh my god.

What?

Nothing, I think I just...

I remembered something else.

What about the journalist story?

Is that real?

Well, I'm not sure.

But I know how to find out.

Get dressed, we're going drinking.

There's fucking trouble, my little

sis and muff-munching Millie.

Oh, Jesus, Ry.

I'm sorry, that wasn't...

That wasn't very PC, professor, was it?

May have had a drink or two.

Hi, Ry.

Thought we might find you here.

Look, we just want to ask you a couple of questions.

About the night that Dad died.

Whoa.

What the fuck is this?

Cagney and Lacey?

I can imagine this must be incredibly difficult for you.

Sometimes talking about it can help relieve some of the burden.

Anything you want to share?

Yeah, blah, blah, fucking blah.

Go talk to my attorney.

OK, just calm down, all right?

Let's just grab a drink, huh?

That's better.

We'll have a Scotch straight.

Uh, works for me.

Can we get three of those, please?

Three Scotches coming right up.

We know that you and Dad were arguing that night.

You were heard shouting at each other in his study.

Look, these details can be hard to discuss.

But they can be crucial in helping

us figure out what happened.

Anything you can share, anything could be significant.

We heard there was a sting.

Anything you can tell us about that?

Yeah, there was a fucking sting

and our dumb-ass father fell for it.

So, do we have a deal?

You support our application for an operating license

in the United States, we pay your Caymans-registered shell

company $3 million.

We have a small gift for you.

Ana Dashi crypto wishes you many birdies.

He'd been played, right?

I mean... and a couple of weeks later, copies of that video

shows up.

The video just showed up?

No demands?

Yeah, no, nothing.

He was fucked.

He had no idea who was behind it or what was happening.

He knew sooner or later it was going to come out and ruin him.

It was torture.

And you think that's why he killed himself?

Yup.

What did he say about this crypto business?

He wanted my help to bury it, to shut it down.

It wasn't getting anywhere.

So that night, I tried to persuade him to stop,

to try to get his own version of it

out there, to get ahead of it.

Interesting.

Can you elaborate on that?

No, I can't.

That's it.

Did you get what you came for?

Whoa.

I'll be right back.

So the sting story is true.

Maybe it explains why he did it?

He felt ashamed and he didn't see any other way out?

I don't know.

I think we need to check a few facts first, like when

and where did this happen?

And why did Vern Reynolds know about it?

Something... ah, something just doesn't add up.

I'm closing up now, folks.

Thanks.

What is he doing?

Hey, Ry?

We're heading out.

I took care of the check, OK?

Ry?

Ry... holy shit!

Oh my god. Ry?

Ry? Ry?

Millie!

Millie, call an ambulance!

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection

to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ,

we commend to Almighty God our beloved brother Riley.

We commit his body to the ground, earth to earth,

ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

May God's face shine upon him and be gracious unto

him and give him peace.

Amen.

God, it's a sad, sad day.

It's good Mr. Ry to be here, though.

Yeah, he's made a remarkable recovery.

By the way, did you report that break-in at your place?

No.

I mean, there was nothing missing, so I just...

How about on your end?

You're getting close?

100%... eh, 96, we've got motive means opportunity.

The reception will provide the final clues.

All right, then.

I'll be keeping a low profile.

Understood.

Hey, but don't go too far.

We're going to need you later.

Bring the stuff from the trunk of my car.

Nice to meet you.

Because you knew Dad in Baltimore, didn't you?

- Yes. - All right.

We've met before.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Great to see you.

Thank you for your support.

It's been so tragic.

Who's first toast?

Ry!

Stop, behave.

Excuse me.

May I give you an update?

There's too much going on.

I'm out.

Wait, don't... don't be such a pussy.

I backed you.

First my dad, then Nate?

I'm not going through with this race.

I need a reset.

All right, let's just...

- Let's just think about this. - Yeah, I get it.

Believe me, I get it.

My political career might be over before it even started.

Vern.

Vern.

Nice.

OK, look, it wouldn't be the end of the world

if you dropped out of the local election.

Actually, it might work out well.

How so?

Well, when a senator dies in office,

the governor finds a temporary replacement

until the special election.

I'm sure we could find some stooge with no ambition

to keep it permanent.

There's plenty of those over there.

Special election comes along, you'll be ready.

You put all of this behind you.

I don't have to waste time in the minor leagues.

Keep your father's support, win a huge sympathy vote

by a landslide.

Seems to me like you had this all planned out.

Can I think about it?

Yeah, got about a month.

Just got to figure out what to do with your brother

and that airhead wife of yours.

Hey, my brother, I get, he's a liability.

But my wife?

What did she do?

You don't know?

No, Vern, I don't.

What?

Let's just leave it.

Hey, come on now.

Lauren may be a bit of a goofball,

she's never done anything bad in her life.

You have to be the only person in the entire state

that doesn't know.

You might want to ask your brother.

I want to go home.

This is awful.

Keep your nerve, we're almost through this.

Can you just scram, Spielberg?

Get in here now.

- Hi. - OK.

Hi.

Who wants to tell me what's going on?

Hm?

Get Ann into the library.

Excuse me, may we speak in private, ma'am?

Of course.

It feels wrong to be in here.

I know he's dead, but this is still his space.

Yeah, well, this conversation

had to be in private.

We've still got a problem.

I thought you shut them down after Sinclair?

No, they're getting closer.

Ms. Park is very good.

Park would have no purpose without the other two.

She feeds on their injustice.

We must find the packaging.

I told you, it wasn't there.

Oh, the hell with the goddamn packaging

and handle the real problem.

You know what?

I shouldn't have listened to you.

I would have been better off taking my own chances.

Yeah, well, it's too late.

So stop whining and deal with your daughter.

What are you going to do?

Well, it's time the professor learned how things

worked in the real world.

Just tell me the truth, bro.

Oh, really?

This is... this is a...

One big, happy family.

I am so sorry to interrupt.

Do you mind if I borrow Jackie for a second?

Thanks.

Jacqueline, may I have a moment, please?

Jacqueline? I must be in trouble.

What's up, Mom?

Not here, let's get some air.

We buried him today.

Will you let your father rest in peace?

He deserves the truth.

Oh my god, you're so selfish.

You're so spoiled.

I mean, your father saw to that.

This isn't about me.

Oh, is this some fantasy play with your OCD girlfriend,

dressing up as detectives to see if you can find the killer?

Why are you saying this?

Because she's behind this, she is giving you all these ideas.

Your father couldn't stand her, you know?

Meddling Millie, that's what he called her.

He so I wanted her out of your life.

You're lying.

Don't take my good nature for granted.

Drop it or I will shut you out just like that.

Hey, there you are.

Everything OK out here?

Yes, it's fine.

We just wanted to get away from the crowd for a few moments.

Well, people are starting to leave,

probably be good for you to go inside and see them off.

Remember, she's not family and she never will be.

Are you OK?

Did you hear all that?

Yeah, I got most of it.

I think that she's in on it.

I think she's trying to cover things up.

She's one of the gaslighters.

I suspected that for a while now, but now I'm convinced.

Vern Reynolds and Washington, that cop, they're all in it

together.

I overheard them earlier.

Professor, did some digging on Nate Sinclair.

We should talk.

Definitely.

Give me a minute, I'll meet you in the den?

Hey, when you're done here, get all your family

and meet me in the den.

You think you got it figured out?

No, but I think I'm about to.

So Vern, Nate Sinclair?

Forget Sinclair.

It's not about him, it's about you.

Do you enjoy your job, Professor Park?

Tenured, I'm sure, very comfortable.

Now, why would you ruin such a good thing

like that with this amateur detective bullshit?

And why would I be putting my job at risk?

Oh, if the president of the university

would learn how distracted you've been,

how troubling your phobias have become

to the most prestigious donors of the endowment fund...

He might find it necessary to take

some drastic action.

Do we have an understanding?

Professor Wolfe wouldn't do that.

He has far too much respect for me.

You are bluffing.

Would you care to try?

I have him on speed dial.

I... sometimes a person's nonverbal

cues can say a lot about them.

What?

There's no Professor Wolfe.

Professor Jones runs the university.

I know your tell now.

You remove your glasses when you're about to lie.

I mean, since he killed...

Since there's no sign of foul play,

we don't need to question anyone.

Right, Chief?

It was a suicide.

Sinclair wasn't involved.

I thought the eulogy was so...

Well, it was a little boring, though, wasn't it?

What the fuck are you all doing here?

I invited them.

Please sit down.

You, too, Vern.

She said it was important.

What do you want?

Ooh, always the impatient one, Ry.

Are you all sitting comfortably?

Then we'll begin.

As all of you know... correction, as most of you know,

Senator Riley did not take his own life.

He was killed by one of you.

What?

Not this nonsense again, you don't have any evidence.

Oh, we have plenty of evidence.

And thanks to Cornelius here, we know exactly what went

on in the study that night.

Let's start with his first visitor, which was you, Sean.

So that's the big idea, huh?

Which of the brain trust came up with this?

I'm dying to know.

I've discussed with a few folks in the party.

They like it. They think it has merit.

By a few folks, I take it you mean Vern Reynolds

and his goddamn focus groups?

They predict you will lose, Dad.

There have been a lot of demographic changes.

I see.

So you're referring to all the boomer retirees downstate?

Yes.

Mm.

They'll vote for me, Sean.

I could be one of them, OK?

Maybe you're meant, uh, Independent Henrys around here.

Henrys?

Yes, High Earner, Not Rich Yet.

No?

You don't have any idea what you're talking about, do you?

Don't stand there and lecture me on demographics without even

learning the jargon.

OK, I don't know everything.

I'm new at this.

But one thing I do know, a younger person polls better.

And District 42 is as safe a place to learn as it gets.

What's your plan?

I do 12 months as a state rep, increase my profile,

sponsor a couple of bills.

Such as?

I'll focus on making our state more competitive,

provide incentives to entrepreneurs.

That way, we can attract more startups.

What sectors?

Fintech, primarily.

We have such a strong base there, maybe medtech, pharma,

too.

These are actually pretty good ideas, Seany, at least

something I can agree with.

But let me tell you something.

It's going to take you more than a year

to get anything through that legislative sausage grinder.

I will run one more time and then you'll be ready.

You'll be in your 80s, Dad!

So what?

Have you never heard the adage, with age comes wisdom?

Look at Queen Elizabeth, ruled until she was 96.

Look how screwed up her family is.

You want to say that again for me, son?

Is this how you want to be remembered, huh?

Too old to be effective, too vain to accept it?

Step aside, let me go to DC every day.

You can enjoy life.

Who says I don't enjoy life right now?

What would I do different, Sean?

Play more golf.

Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph with the fucking golf,

no more golf.

Maybe spend some time with your grandson.

Well, now I know you're joking.

That ship has sailed.

Come on, that one doesn't do human interaction with anyone.

Well, I don't know, Dad.

I guess I'm all out of ideas.

But you need to move on, leave some space

for the next generation.

It isn't fair, Dad!

Well, life isn't fair, Sean.

You have to respect my wishes on this.

Then do something worthy of my respect.

Think of Mom.

Hasn't she earned this?

Why don't you spend some time with her

at that beach house you bought while you

can both still enjoy it?

My mind is made up.

I will serve one more term.

And if your mother has a problem with me staying in politics,

I'm sure she'll tell me, Seany.

Until then, I'm not going anywhere.

Unless they take you out in a box.

Yes, I said that.

But I didn't mean it.

I didn't kill him.

Yes, you're right.

But that conversation set in motion the rest of the events.

And when you came back, you were angry.

Thank you, cheers.

Cheers.

Sean, ready for your big night?

I need to speak with you right now.

You had to tell Vern Reynolds that your father

wasn't going along with the plan, didn't you?

I didn't tell him to kill him.

No.

No, you didn't because his next visitor was Ry.

And this is what he told us happened.

Look, face it.

You made a giant fuck-up.

And they're going to come after you.

And I can't help you.

We can spin this.

All right?

We can say it's fake news, that the tape was doctored.

No, no, no.

Dad, it's too late.

You got to face the truth.

Don't be so old fashioned.

The truth isn't everything.

We can get through this.

No, I'm done.

You're on your own.

You would abandon me?

You know this is going to finish me.

I wish I were dead.

You see, Ry claims that he was trying to cover up

a story about his father, a money for influence campaign

involving a new crypto company?

Did I get that right, Ry?

Yup.

Enough of this.

Show us the evidence.

Oh, sit tight, Mrs. Riley.

Meddling Millie will get to you soon enough.

Next up, Vern Reynolds.

Oh.

Don't get me involved.

Oh, don't sell yourself short.

You are so involved.

I mean, the gaslighting, conspiracy theories,

the fake crypto sting?

Mm, all classics from the political spin

doctor's playbook.

It's time for you to go, Daniel!

Can you tell us what that was about, Vern?

It was private.

You told the Senator not to run,

to leave the field open for Sean.

And when he pushed back, you threatened to have him killed.

No, no, I did not threaten to...

To have him killed.

I, um

just simply informed him that he had others to think of.

Don't say any more.

If you insist on running again, Daniel, the party

will support you publicly, but we will not put up the money

and you will lose!

I'll take my chances.

Then think about your family.

Doesn't Ann deserve a break from this circus?

And if you can't show your support for Sean,

neither can we.

First off, you don't need to be worrying about my wife.

And secondly, nobody ever gave me a leg-up when I started it.

If Sean wants this badly enough, he'll

figure out a way to earn it.

And there's that black sheep.

Don't you think he deserves you taking a step back?

Hm?

Get him out of the limelight?

How's his golf game these days?

I hear he's running with the Ana Dashi crypto crowd.

Yeah, I should have known.

I should have known that you were behind that.

Yes, you should have!

You're slowing down, Daniel.

Take the deal, announce that you won't run.

We'll show our support for Sean and get your little beach house

and Ry's Ana Dashi crypto gate story

goes right into the shredder.

Think about it.

Get out.

Wait, I'm... I'm confused.

I thought that business was Dad's.

No.

No, Senator Riley would never be so naive

as to be caught like that.

Hey, Ry.

You want to tell us the real Ana Dashi sting story?

And we have a small gift for your father.

Ana Dashi crypto wishes him many birdies.

I gave him the clubs, he seemed very pleased about it.

And then we got the video.

You fool.

So your conversation with him that night went,

mm, a little bit differently, didn't it, Ry?

Come on.

What do you want from me?

I want you to face it.

You made another giant fuck-up, they're going to come after you.

And I can't shut it down this time.

We can spin this.

We'll say it's fake news.

We'll say the tape is doctored.

No, it's too late for that.

You're going to have to face the truth.

No, don't be so old fashioned, Dad. The truth

isn't everything.

We can get through this.

I'm done.

You're on your own.

What?

You'd abandon me?

You know this is going to finish me.

I wish you were dead!

I didn't mean that.

And I told you, he was alive when I left.

Absolutely, he was because the Senator

had one more visitor that night, someone

who'd been there earlier, someone

who went through a great deal of trouble

to make it a completely logical deduction

that the Senator had killed himself.

Here, we need to give that credit to SJ.

His cinematography skills will prove

crucial in solving this case.

Can you tell us what was in the box, Ann?

It's Mrs. Riley to you.

And I don't remember.

Really?

Cornelius.

Oh, yes, that was something I bought for the silent auction.

I thought it looked a little sparse.

How generous.

Which item... I got the list right here.

It doesn't look like you donated anything.

No, I decided not to use it in the end.

Yes.

This would make a very strange auction item.

Well, I mean, you know? I don't...

It was mixed up.

The orders were mixed up.

Ann Riley, Riley Estate, one-day delivery.

He bought...

He bought that himself.

He would approve of it.

State-of-the-art biometric, once programmed, can only be

opened by a single fingerprint.

But this one...

has never been set.

You ordered the gun safe.

And you planned to put it in his desk drawer

that afternoon so all of us would all think that's where

he usually kept it.

But it arrived later than you expected.

So instead of placing it neatly, like everything else,

you had to stash it as quickly as possible.

And then you had everything arranged.

You had the gun safe to set up the suicide story

and you could leave the gun so the police

wouldn't look too closely for any other explanation.

Aren't you missing something?

Oh.

Yes, the gun itself.

That was the really clever part.

It was indeed the Senator's, his shameful pandemic purchase.

And the only people who knew about it...

Jackie, Cornelius, and you, Mrs. Riley.

You knew the combination.

Let me guess, birthdays and ages.

You slipped down to the study to confront your husband.

You promised me this would be your last term.

I have supported you for all these years.

I want my own life.

You must get out of politics.

I'm sorry, Annie.

I can't do...

If not for me, then do it for Sean!

It's my life.

It defines who I am.

I cannot, I cannot just walk away from it.

Put your insufferable ego aside!

If not Sean, then is there nothing

that you will do to protect Ry?

- He needs your help! - Nothing!

I will do nothing!

I have covered for him for the last time!

He'll get what he deserves.

But you couldn't leave it at that, could you?

He thought you would give him one last chance.

But your mind was made up.

I won't have you ruining their lives.

We'd be better off without you.

But you left one vital clue.

Is that it?

Hm.

Yeah, case closed, I think.

Mm.

Aren't you missing some small detail?

Are you going to say that you weren't there?

Oh, no, I was there.

His ego had taken over.

He thought he was invincible, irreplaceable.

I couldn't do it.

So I... I left him to his final choice.

How?

I put the gun on his desk and I went back into the hall.

Can you prove that?

Oh, yes.

I was on time for the celebration, wasn't I?

SJ?

Oh, yes, Nana.

She was.

She gave me some champagne.

So your little theory has gone up in smoke.

You say I was the last person to see him alive.

But I didn't kill him.

He killed himself.

And you've gone to a lot of trouble

to make a fool of yourself.

Millie's no fool, Mom.

No, just not a real detective.

You may not have pulled the trigger,

but you still killed him.

Don't you see?

It was his choice.

Your husband, my dad.

His... his choice.

Oh, please.

All this suffering bullshit this past week?

This is all an act.

You're a cold-hearted bitch, Mom.

No.

No, no, don't... don't judge me, Jackie.

I... I regret it.

I... I wish I could turn back the clock.

I can't take this anymore.

I'm going crazy.

They're wrong.

They are all so wrong.

Leave it.

Let her speak.

Who's wrong, Lauren?

Ann, Vern, the police.

You see, I...

I went to the study that night.

Cornelius asked me to stop by.

I won't keep you long.

OK, Daniel.

I want you to stop fucking my son.

My husband?

No.

No, you're having an affair with Ry

and you're not the least bit discreet.

So I guess now you can add adultery

to your list of hobbies.

Art, aerobics, astrology, archery, adultery...

I think I've covered the major As now.

OK, let's move on to the Bs, then, shall we?

Now, is this... is this what they call bare fitness?

No, that is barre fitness, silly.

I do that on Thursdays.

Ry and I see each other on Tuesdays

when SJ is in band practice.

More detail than I need.

It has to stop.

Otherwise, it's going to cause a lot of trouble

for a lot of people, you included, Lauren.

Do you understand me?

But I love him.

I'm sure you think you do.

But you'll get over it.

You thought you loved Sean at one time.

Why don't you go back and join him?

This is his big night.

Oh, yeah.

Is that a real gun?

Careful.

It's heavy.

Is... is that because there are all those bullets in it?

Oh my god, I thought he did it.

I had no idea.

I missed one...

Assassin.

But it was... it really was an accident, I swear.

What happened next?

I panicked. I dropped the gun

and then I ran back to the party.

I thought you weren't going to be able to make it.

- I'm so glad. - Thank you, Vern.

- Thank you. - Thank you, Bert.

Thank you so much.

Thank you for your information.

Ry, oh my god.

Oh, you fucking people.

Get her a drink, bring her in there.

I'll handle this. Go.

Time to earn your money.

Riley's dead.

Oh, shot himself, suicide.

Get here now.

Shut it down.

So now you know.

So Lauren, if it was an accident,

why didn't you just go to the police, tell the truth?

What, and face a bunch of questions

about how a loaded gun just happened to be lying there?

Or what discussion was she having with the Senator?

Who was she screwing?

She couldn't handle the truth, none of them can.

So you hushed it up.

This family always needs me to clean up their mess,

just like Mr. Blackwood over there,

except I just have more tools in my disposal.

Now, you sit down.

This is how it's going to go from here.

You're going to forget about this whole charade.

It's over.

It never happened.

There will not be a criminal investigation

and everyone's a winner.

You all get back to your dysfunctional family business

as usual.

And you, Ms. Park...

You, Ms. Park, you keep your day job.

I have a question, just for me.

What about Nate Sinclair?

Ah, Nate.

Just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Nate didn't give a shit about Daniel.

He was just upset that he didn't get his bonus.

So I took care of that, too.

Spend it wisely.

But he got greedy after you two amateurs

stirred him up, threatening to talk about what he saw.

So you had him killed.

How could you? You brought him here.

He was your guy.

Oh, spare me the sanctimonious bullshit.

I did all this for you.

The fake sheikh, cleaning up your father's death,

silencing Sinclair and your fuckwit brother.

What?

What did you do to him?

He'd become too big a risk.

Oh my god.

It should have been enough.

But of course, she had to interfere.

I guess I should have said thanks.

So, Vern, that's murder, attempted murder, conspiracy,

several counts of blackmail.

That is quite the charge sheet.

Well, it's a shame you don't have any evidence.

Oh.

Yeah, we do.

S... SJ, stop.

Stop!

SJ, stop.

Get that phone, get that phone.

No, it's too late.

I always was faster than you.

You're all making a big mistake.

You won't survive without me.

Bye!

Lauren, what are you doing?

Next year's fundraiser will go much more smoother.

Oh, god.

Smoothly.

We should probably invite fewer people with guns.

Get a metal detector, bro.

I'm not done with you.

Influencer.

Look at that.

Look, we're trending.

Let me see.

Oh, yeah, look, it's me.

Maybe I should run for office.

Bring it on, fuckwit.

I'm not a fuckwit.

I'm not a fuckwit.

Mm.

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