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Lately, I just feel like everybody has a problem with me.

I mean, my assistant is weird about working overnight.

Her dog gets lonely.

Doesn't anyone want to work anymore?

And last week in Hawaii, I... Stupid.

Never mind.

Sienna, please don't hold back.

You know this isn't regular therapy. Extreme wealth brings a host of very

complex issues.

Your feelings are valid here, and they are held without judgment.

So please.

This last week, my boyfriend and I were on the new yacht, which is mine.

It's not his. And the stewardess kept calling me Sienna, and she was

addressing him as Mr. Stiles.

I mean, it was so passive-aggressive. It was like she didn't even think that I

deserved to have my own boat.

I was so angry. I didn't even use the water slide.

I am so sorry, Sienna.

I know you put a lot of time and effort into buying that yacht. You deserve to

feel a little joy on your holiday. Well, I didn't.

But it does feel good to talk about it.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you think a lion feels guilty when it catches the biggest zebra?

I think you're suffering from something I call shame of abundance.

And I have a few tools we could use to dig into this.

If you're open to it.

Yeah.

Great.

Kevin?

Oh, something smells good.

I'm making a special dinner.

Hey, baby.

Sit down.

I have a surprise for you. Let me get out of my heels first.

Should we open the Chablis or maybe would a red be better? What do you

think?

Mallory, I can't wait another year.

Let's get married.

It's a black opal, your birthstone.

An opal?

That's different.

No.

What's wrong?

I just thought we talked about having more financial stability first.

Baby, you just bought a $2 million apartment.

I'm crushing it at work.

I think we're stable.

But it's not a diamond.

If you don't like the ring, I can get you a new ring.

The ring is not the point. The point is I love you.

Will you think about it?

Oh, I gotta take this.

Jason, is everything all right?

No, no, you were right to call.

I would be angry, too.

Sure, sure, no problem.

It's Jason.

His new motorcycle just came in and it's the wrong color. I have to go talk him

down. Right now?

He's my best client. He needs me.

Shouldn't be that hard to get a custom color, right? I understand your

frustration.

So what specifically is wrong with the color?

Honestly?

Nothing. The bike's fine.

The problem is the SEC.

They've questioned me twice now.

Someone's been making large, suspicious trades on my dad's company, which you

know is about to be my company.

They accused me of insider trading.

All right, first of all, let's not panic. I have had several clients deal

with the SEC.

It's not as scary as it seems.

I'm not scared.

Because I didn't do anything wrong.

But today it hit me.

It was you.

The timing of the trades lined up with information that wasn't public

information that you got from our sessions. Okay, hold on. I shared

personal stories, things about my family.

I trusted you.

You weren't just my therapist. You were my friend.

I let you into my inner circle. I taught you how to hang glide.

And this whole time, you were using me.

My father was right.

You were never one of us.

And you never will be.

I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm done talking to you now.

And so are all my friends. I'm telling them all to drop you.

Let me give you some advice for a change.

Get a lawyer.

Maybe the SEC will cut you a deal.

Whiskey down, two dots and a dash, run it.

You sure you can't get you something to eat, doll?

Just coffee. Thanks.

Anybody listening?

Dead plate.

Let's move. I'm getting cold feet.

Evan, hey, um, listen, it's gonna be a while. Jason's not doing well.

Yardbird and soggy hash up!

I-I can't really say, but I've never seen him this bad, and I need to make

sure he doesn't hurt himself.

Yeah, yeah, so don't wait up, okay?

I love you, too.

You never gave me an answer, unless that was your answer.

Tonight was so crazy, it made me realize that I need you.

You keep me grounded.

I do want to marry you, Evan.

arrests were made yesterday on the Staten Island waterfront as several

construction managers pleaded guilty to extortion conspiracy.

Good morning, Elizabeth.

Captain, have you heard about this? Is this Kaya's case?

Yes, and yes.

Well, tell me, is she okay?

Don't worry, I'm pretty sure she's... I'm fine.

But it's nice to know you were thinking about me.

Kaya!

What are you doing here?

Are you coming back to our precinct?

Well... For now, my big case ended, so I'm taking a break from undercover work.

Captain Wagner said it's been busy around here.

Oh, you have no idea. It's like every week, it's something new. Which is why

I'm here. Just got word that there's a situation in the financial district.

Sounds like a high-profile victim.

Detective Blanc, I'd like you on this.

You can go, too.

Me with Kaya?

Yay. Looks like the band is back together.

So, what's the case?

There was a single vehicle crash in a motorcycle.

Multiple witnesses saw the guy speed straight through the intersection.

He hit the barrier, was ejected from the bike. Both the man and the bike hit the

water pretty hard.

He's been ID'd.

Traffic cameras caught the plates. ID on the body confirms it.

The driver is a rat bone.

Rat bone?

As in the rat bone? Jason Rathbone, 32, son of Lewin Rathbone. I guess the

family makes airplanes.

Big ones and little ones.

Most of the airplanes in the sky, actually.

Any progress on the bike?

It's still at the bottom of the river.

We'll know more once they get it out.

Guy's wife just got here.

She's pretty upset.

It makes no sense.

The accident could have been caused by a mechanical problem, or your husband may

have had a health event on his bike.

No. No, Jason was in perfect health and the bike was brand new.

Thank you.

Maybe he lost control?

But he was an experienced rider.

Mrs. Rathbone, sometimes these kind of crashes are intentional.

Is there any chance your husband could have been struggling with something?

You think he did this on purpose?

That's just one theory. It could be wrong.

Jason had too much to live for. He was about to take over his father's company.

How was his mental state lately?

He'd been stressed, but he was also motivated Although I I

was in Miami all week. I only got home this morning. So I guess I don't really

know Well, who else could speak about Jason's mental state?

I can think of one person.

Oh God, that is tragic But not entirely unexpected

What do you mean? I've been treating Jason Rathbone for several years. He was

a troubled guy.

I just had an emergency session with him last night. He was very upset, acting

erratically. I thought I had calmed him down.

If I had known that he was in imminent danger, I never would have left him

alone. Oh, sure.

How could you know?

Other than being his therapist.

Did you make any recent changes to his medications?

Oh, no.

I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe anything. I'm a wealth

therapist. A what?

A wealth therapist.

I help high-net-worth individuals navigate the challenges of having money.

You said he was troubled.

Did you ever refer Jason to a psychiatrist?

I'm the only one that he trusted.

I did what I could with talk therapy, but he had a lot of personal problems.

Fear of commitment, negative self-talk, feelings of sexual inadequacy, not to

mention his legal problems. But I can't elaborate.

That would violate our confidentiality. You might have already crossed that

line.

What's going on?

It's Jason. He took his own life this morning.

We haven't officially determined that yet. That's so crazy. You were just

there last night.

Sad. Let me help you with those bags.

Oh, uh... I got it.

Did Dr.

Mel often go to Jason's house after hours like that?

Sure, if he needed something.

And he always needed something.

Last night, he was upset about the color of his new motorcycle.

I don't know. I try not to pry.

And how long did she stay at his house?

Let's see.

I was working Tokyo hours at a conference call at 11.

Mal came home about an hour after that.

Ooh, champagne.

You celebrating something?

Yeah, Mal and I just got engaged last night. Last night?

Wow.

Congratulations.

All these big things happening all at the same time. Yeah?

Wild. Uh-huh.

Life is funny that way.

It was so nice to meet you both.

Oh, hold on. It's Officer Reynolds.

Apparently Jason was on his way to pick up breakfast before he died.

Egg white omelet with a side of steamed greens he'd ordered ahead.

Not much of a last meal, not that he made it that far.

Seems unlikely that a person would order a meal then promptly kill himself,

doesn't it? Detective, it's impossible to know with certainty what another

person is going through, but in my clinical experience, I wouldn't rule it

out. Your clinical experience talking exclusively to rich people.

Wealthy people are still people.

They have problems, too.

Oh, I'm sure they do.

Jason Rathbone had no drugs or alcohol in his system at the time of the crash.

No sign of heart attack, stroke, anything that might have caused him to

lose control.

So why did he crash?

Mechanical failure.

Motorcycle had a severed brake line, clean cut.

Well, this is a homicide, not a suicide.

Most likely, but we shouldn't rule out suicide entirely.

It's rare. I'm just saying that it is possible.

Never know what's going on inside someone's head.

Right.

I keep hearing that.

Hey, Detective Blanc.

Any special requests for dinner tonight? I've been working on my cooking skills

while you've been gone and thought I'd make us something fun. I don't know if

I'll be home in time for dinner. Just got this case.

I'll check in later.

Oh.

Okay.

Everything all right?

Mm-hmm.

Yep. Everything's fine.

I think we should figure out who had access to Jason's garage.

What do you think that is?

Brake fluid.

Motorcycle brake fluid.

It wasn't there last night.

How can you be sure?

I do walk through the garage every night before I clock out.

I keep this place hospital clean.

And what time did you leave last night? 5 o'clock, same as always.

Jason doesn't like staff around in the evenings.

I was home with my family till I came back at 9 this morning.

Well, who else besides you and Jason had access to the garage?

I suppose anyone who could get into the house could have come down here, but the

Rathbones are sticklers about privacy.

They don't even let their housekeeper have a key.

did you check the cameras we're working on that what can you tell us about

jason's new motorcycle it looked really fancy and super fast unfortunately i

know it was working fine yesterday it's a lampy 900 just came in from italy v

quad engine with a twin turbo boost it's a thing of beauty it's breathtaking

really and now it's gone yeah so is jason

How'd you feel about him? Were you too close?

Once I figured him out, he didn't like me making small talk.

Or big talk.

Or eye contact.

Jason was the gearhead, always buying expensive new toys. That therapist lady

egged him on, telling him to grab hold of his power or something like that. You

mean Dr. Mao?

Did she ever come down here? Sometimes. I wasn't supposed to make eye contact

with her either.

Bad news.

Rathbone's security camera was down last night. From 1125 to 1136.

Power outage. If someone came in to tamper with Jason's brakes during that

time, we missed him.

Seems convenient.

Not necessarily.

Mrs. Rathbone here was telling me that the power goes out a lot.

It's an old house. It can't handle our modern amenities.

Well, what kind of amenities?

The basics.

A hot tub.

Two tanning beds, his and hers, and we just had a rooftop sauna installed.

So you're saying Jason might have tripped the breaker last night? If he

was using the sauna, yes. But the power doesn't stay out for long. Our

electrician installed some sort of backup thing. Okay, but wouldn't the

camera show someone entering the house before the power got cut? Back door has

no camera. That's odd.

That's Jason.

He took those cameras out.

He told me a man has to have some secrets.

I thought he was cheating, not that he'd die.

Mrs. Rathbone, why don't you go home and get some rest?

We'll call if we need anything else, okay?

Okay, so, what do we think?

Lucky coincidence, or this was part of someone's plan?

You know how I feel about coincidences. Okay, so, who had a problem with Jason

Rathbone? Try the whole block.

I canvassed the neighbors. They all said that backup system was leeching power

off city lines.

Anytime Jason lost power, the backup shut off power for the whole street.

That doesn't sound legal. Or neighborly. This guy was tied up in lawsuits.

The city was suing him for the illegal power hookup. Jason was suing the sauna

company. And his neighbors had all gotten together to sue him. From a legal

standpoint, that sounds expensive.

Whoa. Looks like Jason had bigger problems than we thought.

How much do you know about the Securities and Exchange Commission?

I mean, it's nice having a stadium named after me, but now I feel this pressure

to go to all the big games, and I just don't really like sports.

Who do you think's putting that pressure on you?

Excuse me, we're in the middle of a session here.

Oh, we just have a few questions.

True. Rose. Elizabeth.

Oh, fancy meeting you here.

She's the reason I have too much money. She helped me destroy my husband in the

divorce. Oh, it was the least I could do. I used to represent her ex-husband,

regrettably. Well, I think that's enough rich guilt for me today.

See you next week.

I'm so sorry for this disruption.

Wow, small world.

Please, make yourselves at home.

So...

What do you want?

I just spoke to an agent at the SEC.

Apparently, Jason was being questioned about suspicious trades made on his

father's company.

Soon to be his company.

Well, they had reason to believe it was insider trading.

Did he mention anything about that to you?

No, but that might explain why he was on edge. I mean, I could tell that he was

holding something back.

What else did they say?

Just that the trades were pretty sophisticated.

You know, made through shell companies and timed around details that weren't

publicly available.

What do you know about the Rathbones family business?

Nothing. I mean, Jason and I only talked about personal stuff.

Wouldn't being investigated by the SEC count as a personal issue? It didn't

come up.

And even if it did, my clients' conversations were privileged.

I am so fascinated by your line of work.

How did you get into it? Were you raised in a wealthy family?

I prefer the term legacy family, and no, I was a scholarship kid who grew up

surrounded by the children of legacy families.

Must have been hard trying to fit in.

Pretending to be something you're not can take a lot out of you. It wasn't

hard. I knew deep down that I belonged.

After graduation, my friend's father hired me to be his personal assistant.

And all that proximity to wealth and power and all the problems that go along

with it, that's what led me to Wealth Therapy.

I love my work.

It's very rewarding.

In more ways than one.

Says the lady wearing a suit that costs more than most people's rent.

Oh, no, I'm not judging you.

I don't think you should be ashamed of having expensive tastes, but you didn't

make your money working for the police, did you not? I'm going to guess that you

were at a white shoe law firm. Yeah, and I'm going to assume that was in Chicago,

since you know my client's ex-husband, Mr. Van Ness, and because of your

fondness for hats big enough to withstand a strong wind.

So what prompted your career change?

People change careers all the time.

Was it guilt?

Over the money? No, no, no. It was over what you had to do to earn the money.

I can only imagine the kind of messes you had to clean up.

But that's not the only reason you ran away from your life, is it?

No, most people don't rebuild until something is completely broken.

I didn't see a wedding ring divorce.

See, if you were my client, I'd want to help you unpack all of that.

Your powers of deduction are very astute.

I mean, I can only imagine what you're able to piece together about your

clients. The ups and downs of their businesses.

I would never betray my client's confidence.

Without it, I have nothing.

The thing about a good suit is it lasts for years, so the cost of her wear...

Elizabeth. It's fine.

She really got under your skin, didn't she? I'm over my divorce. Way over it.

And I don't have anything to feel guilty about. Of course not.

You have worked hard to make amends for your clients' messes in Chicago.

Dr. Mao was just trying to throw you. Well, it didn't work.

Oh, look.

You might still have time for that dinner with Cameron.

Cagney, Lacey, get in here.

I got a call from a director at the SEC.

He was poking around for anything in our investigation that might be of help to

them.

You got anything to pass on? On the insider trading?

No, not yet. We should ask them if they have anything for us.

Well, they're still tracking down whoever was behind the shell companies.

But they know it wasn't Jason Rathbone.

Why not?

Because they found suspicious trades from the same source on a dozen

different stocks.

Companies that Jason had no personal connection to. Wait, what's the one

thing that all CEOs have in common?

Giant boats?

Bingo. Well, money to buy giant boats. And I hear wealthy people have problems,

too.

My father's been drinking again.

He always gets into it when some deal goes sideways. I really hate when he

drinks. Could you elaborate?

He makes me play golf with him.

Trading? That's absurd. My company has the strictest guardrails in place.

Blackout periods, information barriers.

There is no chance that an employee shared proprietary information.

How about someone in your personal life?

I don't talk business with anyone.

Ever. I talk about travel and restaurants and streaming crime shows.

Were you seeing a therapist?

By chance.

Excuse me? You promised not to speak, Ms. Tassioni.

And that information is confidential.

Not if it's relevant to our investigation.

Two other CEOs ensnared in this probe were seeing the same wealth therapist,

Dr. Mallory Haynes. And it's part of our job to look for patterns.

If you don't mind, I'll conduct the investigation.

I don't share business in therapy either. Trust me, you don't have to

reveal much for Dr. Mal to discover a lot.

She took one look at my outfit, spat back a whole Wikipedia page.

Yes, Dr. Mel is brilliant, but I'm a harder puzzle than you.

We're still untangling my feelings about my nanny.

Hear me out. A few weeks ago, your company took over a struggling

manufacturing plant in Cincinnati, the one that made your stock price jump. I

didn't tell her about the purchase.

Do you think I'm an idiot? Could you perhaps have mentioned your travel

plans? Not hard for Dr. Mel to look up the relevant information, fill in the

blanks, and...

Make a few quick trades on the information.

I refuse to believe that she would do that. And besides, we just started

working together.

Four months ago?

How'd you know that?

That's when the flag transactions began.

So far, six of the CEOs in the SEC probe were seeing Dr. Mao. Her whole client

list could be affected.

And how does their investigation relate to our homicide?

We think Jason discovered that Dr. Mao was using information from his therapy

sessions to make illegal trades, and she had to kill him before he blew the

whistle. Dr. Mao was also a frequent guest at his townhouse, so she

presumably knew how to get in and out. And Jason's lawsuits were probably an

issue in his therapy, so she also would have known about the sauna causing

blackouts, which can... Conveniently took out the security cameras in the

garage that would have let dr. Mal cut the brakes on the motorcycle Undetected

it all kind of fits still finishing each other's sentences It warms my heart. So

you think we have our killer? No Probably presumably kind of it's all

circumstantial All right, the cut brake line was essentially a murder weapon,

but there's zero evidence that puts dr. Mal near the bike Got anything else?

Well, Jason's neighbors told me to talk to this guy Fielding, who was leading

the lawsuit against him, but he keeps avoiding an interview.

Track him down and see what he says.

Let's not get tunnel vision on Dr. Mao.

She just might turn out to be a thief and not a killer. But there's enough

there to interview her again and to push harder this time.

I thought you were meeting Cameron.

Oh, I have to prep for Dr.

Mao.

Did you know she coined her own diagnostic terms?

Money dysmorphia, sudden wealth disorder, joy paralysis.

Joy paralysis.

I think I met her in law school.

Hey, look at this list of exotic workshops clients travel to the Austrian

Alps to heliski through their acrophobia.

How does a scholarship kid wind up talking the world's richest People off a

literal cliff.

She's been infiltrating their world since high school. She must be good at

telling them what they want to hear.

It's like she created a whole persona just to earn their trust.

That never ends well.

Were you ever scared during your case?

Only every single minute.

That must have been hard.

I was everyone's friend.

Then I put them in jail.

Not that they ever knew it was me, but still, it changes a person.

Is that why you're avoiding Cameron?

Because you feel different?

He's so sweet.

Thinking about him got me through the toughest times.

But now I'm home, and... Emma, I think you owe him an honest

conversation. You have to tell him the truth.

No, that's what broke up you and Angus.

And also you and Alec.

Well, there are worse things than being alone.

What if I'm not sure what the truth is?

Sometimes talking helps you figure that out.

This was so much easier when I was someone else.

Where are you off to?

I have a walk and talk at the Ramble in Central Park.

The natural environment fosters a more relaxed state, which is conducive to

sharing difficult emotions, but being late would stir up issues of abandonment

and defeat the whole purpose.

Well, this might take a minute.

Well, then make an appointment.

We can do this down at the precinct if you prefer, Doc.

The SEC found a pattern of insider trading targeting several of your

patients, not just Jason Rathbone. Are you implying that... I made the treats?

Aren't you the one they trust with their secrets?

It could have been overheard by the same hairdresser or bartender or private

plane crew. The ultra-elite run in the same circles. One of the impacted CEOs

does Zoom sessions with you from Shanghai. Another phones in from state

prison. You're the only common denominator.

Wait. You said that the transactions were hidden by sophisticated shell

companies. I don't even know how to make a simple trade.

Oh, my God. What?

My fiancé, Evan, he's a stockbroker.

What if he was able to access my patient's proprietary information and

trade it on it? You really think he would betray you like that?

Then to think I was going to marry him.

So they arrested her fiancé.

Probably her ex-fiancé by now.

I just talked to the SEC.

It's not looking good for Evan.

They just traced the shell companies back to his personal server.

And notes from Dr.

Mao's sessions were found hidden in his desk.

And we're supposed to believe Dr.

Mao was telling the truth.

That's a first.

She broke up with me.

Left the engagement ring and a nasty note.

accusing me of stealing information from her clients.

I was so mad. I tried to have my lawyer sell the ring back to cover my legal

fees, but apparently the stone was damaged.

And now I'm stuck with it. Seems like the least of your problems.

But I didn't make those trades.

I would never do that to her.

Then why do the shell companies trace back to you?

I have no idea. I mean, maybe she used my computer and set them up herself.

What about her notes in your desk?

Were those planted, too?

I don't know what to tell you. I mean, maybe our whole relationship was a setup

for this scam.

She probably pinned the murder on me, too, if she could have. We checked your

alibi. We know you were at home on a call with your Tokyo office.

Speaking of that night, did Mal do anything out of the ordinary?

Did anything seem strange to you?

Well, I don't know if it's strange, but she called me twice. First to tell me

what was going on with Jason, and again to say she was on her way home.

Both times I heard someone shouting in the background.

Do you think it was Jason?

Maybe.

His voice was kind of guttural, couldn't make out the words.

I was surprised Mal was leaving because he still sounded upset, and it wasn't

like her to abandon someone in trouble.

Jason was not a screamer. If anything, he was conflict-averse. I was hoping

therapy would help him communicate.

Yes, communication is essential.

Well, did it work?

Sure, but he ended up confiding in Dr. Mal.

Not me.

And suddenly, she was on our ski trips, family vacations, staying in our homes

around the world. He even let her in here, which he usually kept private, all

for his therapy. Sounds like you doubted her methods.

I think my husband had a little crush, and she took advantage. It was not good

for the marriage.

Or him, in the end.

These are wonderful, by the way.

Lavender and blueberry.

Jason's favorite.

I baked them for him this morning, even though he's gone.

Isn't that silly?

No. Grief takes many forms.

Very few. They're delicious.

Miss Rathbone, did Dr. Mal have keys to the various residences?

We use electronic fobs. You just pass it over a sensor.

She came and went. Is she pleased?

She had one to this house? She was his doctor.

He trusted her.

Hey,

what are you still doing here?

Well, you keep avoiding me.

Isn't this a little dramatic?

Kaya, I've been waiting for a long time, and now you're acting weird.

So what's going on?

Do you want to be with me?

Of course I do.

But it's hard to just jump back into my old life just like that.

Were you seeing someone else when you were undercover?

No.

Denise Jackson was single.

She didn't answer to anyone.

And she was fun in ways that maybe I'm not.

I think I'm just having trouble letting her go.

So I'm not fun enough for Denise Jackson?

You are.

You are just her type.

It's just an adjustment.

For me, too.

I'm a guy who spends most of his day hanging out with dead bodies.

I like the quiet.

You used to like that, but now I don't know what you want.

Okay.

Look, do you plan on staying home for a while or taking a new assignment?

Because I'm not sure I can wait like this again.

This isn't the time or place.

We will talk more about this later.

I promise.

You recognize this document?

Yeah, these are the session notes that Evans stole from me.

This is a September 2024 entry about a patient, um, name redacted,

of course, who...

Experienced prolonged erectile dysfunction in the aftermath of SpaceX's

failure to launch.

Power of suggestion, I guess.

That was a traumatic event for many high-net-worth men.

What about it? Well, that rocket didn't blow up until 2025.

So how did your patient react to something that hadn't happened yet? What

are you implying?

That the entry was faked, then planted.

You set Evan up. Or I made a mistake.

I wrote a new note in an old planner or I wrote the date down wrong. You don't

seem like somebody who makes many mistakes.

Or maybe just enough.

My mistake was agreeing to yet another pointless interview.

From now on, we're going to speak through my attorneys.

I'm not going to let anyone or anything destroy the practice that I've worked so

very hard to build. Was Jason Rathbone threatening to destroy it? You're

obsessed with me because there is a divide in your nature that needs to be

solved.

But you are not my patient.

And I'm done trying to help you.

I think that's called projection.

Let me know if you need a referral.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a session with the 36th richest man on the

Forbes Top 100 list who rightly believes he should be 29th.

Unpacking that injustice will be our work for today.

Sorry to interrupt.

Finally heard back from that guy Fielding from the neighbor lawsuit.

He's agreed to meet.

Anyone want to join?

When the power went out that night, I was on the phone with 311. Never left

the house.

Besides, why would I want to kill him?

I never get my settlement.

Then why avoid being questioned?

My son got married in Scotland, of all places. I just got back. Scotland? No

way. Be honest.

Did you find the food a little heavy?

Does he always sound like that? Like what?

Gutterall? Hard to understand.

That's how Evan described the voice in the background of his calls from Dr.

Mao. So, she was here?

Do you remember the power outage last week?

Who could forget?

Do you recall seeing this woman?

Oh, yeah.

She came in twice.

First time for a cup of coffee, second time when the lights came back. She had

something on her hands and she went straight to the ladies' room. She used

all the soap and paper towels and didn't even order anything.

What do you suppose was on her hands?

Burn one, drag it through the garden, paint it red, put it on the...

It's just an

object, Alan.

Sacrifice what you value.

Find your own value. Smash your fears.

Okay. And three, two, one.

Stop! Stop!

Step away from the vase.

Okay, everyone accept Dr.

Mao. Clear the room, please.

Sorry, guys. We'll resume next week. Everyone bring something priceless to

destroy. You need to stop interrupting my sessions.

Clients rely on me, and you've been relying on them to get rich.

We know about the stock trades, Dr. Mal. Oh, you are very good at that.

Too good, which is what caught the attention of the

SEC. When Jason got wind of their investigation, he realized it was you.

After he confronted you, you got rid of him. That is insane.

And I mean that clinically.

Okay, let's unpack it then.

Um, we know you had the key fob to Jason's townhouse, and you must have

known about Jason taking out the back camera for privacy, so all you had to do

was slip in and... Turn on the sauna.

Which you knew would cause a blackout. And with the power out, you had enough

time to clip Jason's brakes before the backup system kicked in and the cameras

came on again.

I am not hearing any proof of anything.

Oh, keep listening.

After you broke up with Evan, because you tried to frame him, he tried to

return your engagement ring, but he couldn't because it was damaged.

So? So he gave it to us. Remember how you called Evan from the diner near

Jason's townhouse that night?

Twice? Copper Joe, high test, throw it in the mud.

Does that sound familiar?

The owner remembers you. She said the second time you came in, you used all of

their paper towels washing your hands.

Why? Officer Reynolds.

The lab examined your engagement ring.

We found out what damaged the stone.

Break fluid. The same kind we found on the floor of Jason's garage.

Now, black opal is beautiful, but it's not very durable.

You know, it's strange that Evan didn't give you a diamond.

Mallory Haynes, you're under arrest for the murder of Jason Rathbone.

What I can't understand is why.

You made plenty of money as a therapist.

What's plenty of money when you're surrounded by people with fortunes?

Oh, I don't know.

Enough?

So how did Cameron take it?

All in all, pretty well.

Maybe too well?

Always like a little pushback, you know? Some primal wailing.

But what's he supposed to do? I can't commit to anything.

It's not fair to him.

Well, it must be hard to be the one left behind.

I'm sure it wasn't easy for you either.

It wasn't.

The whole time I was undercover, I felt like I was holding my breath, and I

still just haven't let it go.

You know, there are people you can talk to in the department.

I mean, their whole job is to help you transition back home.

Elspeth, are you really suggesting I see a therapist right now? Oh.

I just want you to feel better.

Ooh, the new season of Black Veil is out. The Golden Years Edition with Marie

Gervais.

Oh, I hope she can find love. But she probably killed her husband, too. You

know, those Staten Island wives are no joke.

Gotcha!

Yeah, good girl!

Right now, this is exactly what I need.

Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.

CBS next Thursday. She died scrubbing our bathroom floor. Dying at the base of

a toilet.

Gotta be one of the worst.

Anna can't guest stars.

Good day!

Give me one reason this case warrants further investigation.

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