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Malcolm, listen to me.

You're my son.

I will always love you.

Because we're the same.

We're the same.

We're the same.

You know you're wrong.
I'm nothing like you.

We are not the same.

Sorry. Please, no.

You obviously have been
working on that for a while.

I was just gonna make a joke
about our matching jumpsuits,

- and, uh...
- I'm not a killer... like you.

Like me? No. No.

No, I got away with
way more murders than you did.

Leaving all that DNA on the body?

Very sloppy, son.

You've got to clean up after yourself.

First rule of killing.

And kindergarten.

- I was framed!
- Sure.

But still.

A part of you must be happy

Eve's killer is dead.

It's okay if you did it. I won't tell.

It wasn't me.

Say it louder and angrier, and
I will definitely believe you.

I'm not a killer!

Whoa, man, sit your ass down!

- Wait, wait. What? Who are you?
- Nobody to you.

So why are you yelling at me

like I'm Maury Povich or something?

Sorry. Sorry, I was having a nightmare.

We're in jail, pal.

- This is the nightmare.
- Malcolm Bright.

You made bail.

It's about time.
No more crazies, thank you.

Hey, guys, what the hell's going on?

You're being released.

Under your mother's recognizance.

No leaving the manor
without a court order.

An ankle monitor? Come on.

They can't put me on house arrest.

I need to work this case, clear my name.

Hey, sorry, man, we're not even
supposed to be talking.

I didn't murder Eddie.

Edrisa found DNA on the vic.

Your DNA. How can you explain that?

I can't. Not yet.

But Nicholas Endicott is behind this.

- Killing Eve, framing me...
- We know, Bright.

But that's exactly why
you look good for this.

You're so emotional.

How can I not be?!

Okay, okay, I hear that note.

Stop talking to the police, Malcolm.

They are not your friends.
My attorneys are.

Good thing I hire them
by the dozen. Let's go.

You're grounded.

Yoo-hoo.

Anybody home?

Hello?

- Good morning, Martin.
- Nicholas.

Um...

I-I was, um... I was hoping
that we'd get a chance to speak.

You know, your, uh...
your man Eddie there, uh,

acted a little prematurely.

Funny. My only issue with him

was his follow-through.

Your secrets are still
safe and secure. Okay?

I mean, sure, I, uh...

I shared a few tidbits with my family,

but nothing that could stand up in court.

Are you begging for your life, Martin?

How far The Surgeon has fallen.

You know, I can still hurt you, Nicholas.

One word from me, and people will know

exactly what you are.

Good point. We should
reassess your phone privileges.

All your privileges, actually.

The punishment must fit the crime.

What crime? I to... I told you,
I didn't do anything.

I heard you were caught trying to escape.

No, no, no, no, I wa...
I wasn't trying...

- Stay down!
- You got it wrong.

You don't understand.

Ah! No.

You've got it wrong. I have to
talk to Malcolm Bright!

I need my son!

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Well, thank you for calling, Alan,

but we are all lawyered up.

Yes.

Yes.

Well, I want him to have
a good defense, too,

but my son is not Claus von Bülow.

He is actually innocent.

- What are you doing?
- Escaping.

Sorry, Mother,
I need to work on this case,

and I can't do that from a living room.

Malcolm Whitly, there will be
no escaping from this home.

Don't worry. At Glynco, I studied

fugitive trade craft
with the Marshals Service.

I should have everything here
to disable the alarm sensor.

I just need a knife to get inside.

Mrs. Whitly?

A messenger just dropped this off.

Ah. Thank you, Leonard.

It's from Nicholas.

He wants to have dinner tomorrow night.

He says he wants to help
with your situation.

I can't believe...

He thinks he can just send you
a fancy invitation,

and everything's normal?

I can't see a reason why I wouldn't go

and hear what he has to say.

There are so many reasons.

I'm here to see Jessica.

Oh...

Well, I'd like to say
that it's a pleasure.

Malcolm is in his room sulking.

It's like the '90s all over again.

I'm not here for him.

I wanted to see if you were okay.

I'm fine.

Fine, given the...

well, everything.

I promise, it will all be over soon.

I know that Malcolm didn't kill anyone.

We'll find a way to prove that.

Thank you. Really.

Stay here with Malcolm,
safe inside the house.

Jessica?

Do you trust me?

Of course I do.

Then let me fix this.

Just sit tight.

You can come out now.

Um, he left.

What? But he's wearing a...

He also said I could sleep in his room.

That's cool, right?

Not cool, Leonard. Not cool.

This bruising on Eddie's neck
indicates how he was

held down, perhaps with
the assailant's forearm.

But that's not the cause of death.

Trace cotton fibers confirm
that he was smothered

with a hospital pillow.

Which, I mean, right there
you know that it wasn't Bright

because where's the pizzazz in a pillow?

Suffocation required
our killer to get close.

This was intimate. Personal, even.

This fits with Bright.

Our vic was tied to
the murder of his girlfriend

and an attempt on his father's life.

Finding Bright's DNA on Eddie
doesn't help our boy either.

You're wrong.

I mean, you're right,
but you're also wrong.

You're so... so wrong.

I hope that we are, too. But...

if Bright was here, he would
lay out the same profile.

Everybody, take a breath.

Focus on the job.

Thanks, Edrisa.

We'll circle back.

How much of that did you hear?

Enough.

And to think, I was just about to start

a meaningful female friendship with Dani.

Maybe.

Her profile's correct.

Don't tell me you think you did this.

No. I've been framed.

What I can't figure out is the DNA.

How did they get my skin
and blood under Eddie's nails?

Maybe the killer planted it
on him after the murder.

Planting DNA isn't like planting a gun.

It would take time.

The kind you don't have
in a busy hospital.

When did you swab his nails?

Back here at the lab.

I take it you trust your team.

I do, with my life.

They're also super fun at karaoke.

So that just leaves Corbell Laboratories.

They processed the results.
What do we know about them?

Well, we do most of our work
through them.

They've worked the city since the '90s.

There's no way a single employee
could swap out the results.

I'm not worried about an employee.

I want to know who owns it.

All I can find is a number
for their outside counsel.

That's it.

- I have to go.
- Bright!

Sorry. Don't die.

I won't. I promise.

He didn't want me to kiss him, right?

What the hell are you doing here?

What's with the empty office, Sterling?

Suddenly bad guys don't need lawyers?

Get the hell out of here.

Answer one question.

Who owns Corbell Laboratories?

I can't discuss that.

Nicholas Endicott?
Blink twice if that's a yes.

You can only make this worse, Malcolm.

That's how he's framing me for murder.

He had the lab alter the DNA results.

Shred another document if I'm right.

Do you know why
my mother calls you the devil?

I assumed it was my good looks.

Because she knows that guy.

After Endicott convinced you
to represent my father,

you became famous for defending killers.

Junk bond traders.

And celebrities. So many celebrities.

But what about this lawyer?

With civil rights activists,

getting arrested at peace rallies,

representing farm workers.

What happened to that man?

I think he hates what he's become.

And he hates the man who did it.

Come on, Sterling.

Be that guy.

Tell me about Endicott's lab.

It's funny. 20 years ago,

I advised against that acquisition.

There's no money in DNA analysis.

Of course, profits were never
what Nicholas was after.

He wanted power.

He kept a lot of
important people out of jail.

And his price was...

almost reasonable.

Absolute loyalty.

Why kill Eve?

He must've been afraid
she'd find her sister

and the files Sophie stole.

If you want to prove your innocence,

get your father to tell you
where those are.

That's the...

Did you bring someone?

Sterling!

You need... your dad.

He's the only one...

who can end this.

Ah...

Five more minutes!

Five minutes!

I know that look.

No lie, gen pop can
be a scary place, Doc.

Especially for you.

What gave me away?

Everybody knows The Surgeon, man.

My usual advice:
find friends that look like you.

I don't think
the Aryan Brotherhood aligns

with my, uh...
secular, humanist leanings.

Or my circumcised penis.

They wouldn't take you anyway.

No one will.

Not with the bounty they got out.

Bounty?

Someone wants you dead, Doc.

They're floatin' cash
to whoever gets to you first.

It's real bad for me, because

I'm in charge here.

See those faces?

They all got respect for me.

And 3,000 inmates,

all of them comin' at your curly head?

That's chaos.

And I don't want no more chaos.

Listen, um...

you want me gone.

That's what I want, too.

So all I need to do is make a few calls.

Uh... there'll be no more bounty.

I'm not here to help you, Doc.

I'm just explaining to you
why I have to kill you.

Malcolm!

Wh... What the hell?

It's okay, it's okay, it's not
my blood. It's Sterling's.

- He was shot. Not by me.
- How did you get in here?

You may recall a certain
secret tunnel under our home.

Oh, the ones murderers use?

Look, I just need to clean up,

put the ankle bracelet back on.

It'll be like I never left.

- Where's, uh...
- Leonard!

Oh, hey.

You know, the Wi-Fi doesn't work
in your room.

We need the bracelet. And your shirt.

Strip, young man, strip!

I need to get to Dad.

He's the only one with evidence
against Endicott.

That's the only reason
you want to talk to him?

Oh, Malcolm, you're worried about him.

Look, I need that evidence.

I know he said he wouldn't give it up,

but things are
pretty dire right now, so...

I can tell,
you're using my cashmere throw

like it's a paper towel.
The sweater will be fine, dear.

We can't get to Dad.
I've called a hundred people.

No one will tell us where he is.

Which isn't sketchy at all.

That's Endicott's work.

There may be another way.

The invitation.

Nicholas offered to help you.

I want to figure out why.

Ainsley, if I wanted
to record someone on my phone...

I would tell you it's a terrible idea.

I agree.

That's a terrible idea.

NYPD!

- Open up!
- Damn it.

All right, uh, I need 30 seconds.

Then let them in.

Don't go over 30
or JT will knock down the door.

- Okay?
- Got it.

Lieutenant Arroyo and friends.

- How can I...
- We need to see Malcolm.

Where is he?

Detectives.

How's the case going?

Town & Country?

You expect us to believe
you've been here,

reading this the whole time?

Where else would I be?

We do have more
than one magazine, Detective.

Mother burns down a forest each
year with her European Vogues.

Gil, what's going on?

Did you go see Everett Sterling?

No, of course not.

What's the meaning of this?

My son has been here all day.

You promise you didn't leave?

Dani, I promise you.

Okay.

Since you're here, update me on the case.

Have you made any headway
with Eddie's killer?

I have some thoughts.

Sorry, kid, you got to sit this one out.

We're handling this.

W-Wait. I can help.

Uh... But not if I'm stuck here.

Please, take me with you.

I-I have to help.

We can't.

I did it.

I-I went to see Sterling.

And, uh, he got shot
right in front of me.

You are a real piece of work.

I used the extraction kit

in that bag over there to free myself.

You did what?

Malcolm.

What in the name of
all things holy are you doing?

He's making them take him.

This family, I swear...

Guys, come on.

Do we need these?

Apparently, yes.

You sure you don't want a lawyer?

You've been saying a lot of words

for a man who's the primary suspect

in a murder investigation.

I'm thinking maybe he needs
two sets of cuffs.

Can we do that?

One is fine.

And I don't need a lawyer,

I need to solve this case.

You need to stop lying to us.

You need to start believing me.

Um...

Do you guys want to...

Talk about how I'm being framed?

Yeah. Sterling told me

how Endicott forges DNA evidence.

Now that, I get.

What I don't get...

Wait. Can I... can I stand?

Suspects don't usually stand.

You can stand.

Great, thanks.

What I don't get is
who did the actual killing?

How did they get
into that room after me...

If you were the last person
who saw Eddie alive?

Yeah, we've been wondering that, too.

- No offense.
- Okay.

What if he wasn't alive?

When you spoke to him?

You're a profiler,
a graduate of Quantico.

You can tell when somebody's dead.

Bright, you went into that room
like a man on fire.

Come on, you didn't try to wake him up?

I planned to, yeah.

But then I saw him.

The bandages on his eyes
were bloody and...

And whatever I wanted to do, deep down...

Bright. Lawyer?

I'm not my father.

We know that.

I didn't even walk over to him.

Which means...

he could have been dead the whole time.

That opens up our suspect list

to doctors, nurses, even a few techs.

All of them came through
earlier that evening.

We can make a list of everyone
who went in that room.

This is good.

But...

what was Endicott doing?

I don't know, but you said it before...

Endicott only fears one man.

Your father.

Problem is, nobody can talk to him.

- Claremont's cut off all...
- No, no, he's not at Claremont.

They moved him to Rikers.

Gen pop?

That's Endicott.

He's breaking their deal.
Gil, this is serious.

My father has the only answer,
and he might not...

Last long in there. I know.

All right.

I can cut you loose... for now.

Say that we don't have enough
to charge you.

But...

I can't get you into Rikers.

Don't worry.

I know someone who's good at

getting into all the wrong places.

You didn't have to come in.

I'm the one who promised
the warden a puff piece

on "humane prisons."

Hey, kiddos.

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

You don't look so good.

Well, I don't feel so good.

I told you this would happen, didn't I?

But did anyone listen to me? No sirree.

Now I'm sitting here
with a target on my back

and I miss my cell and I miss Mr. David

and I do not like it here.

Dad...

You're scared.

Damn right, I'm scared.

But if Endicott broke your deal,

why not just give us the evidence?

Whatever Sophie had on him,

tell us where it is and
we can nail this guy for good.

I can't.

That's why you're scared.

You don't have anything.

And neither did Sophie.

Mazel tov, you figured it out.

So, wait. There are no files?

Correct. It was a... calculated bluff.

That worked, by the way.

Did you even let Sophie go?

I most certainly did.

I needed her to call Nicholas.

Just once. And then...

I never heard from her ever again.

If you have nothing on Endicott,
that means I'm going to jail.

Okay, no. You can save yourself

by solving Eddie's murder.

I mean, that's what you guys do, right?

Sure, I guess. So, h-how was he killed?

Suffocated with a pillow.

- I have sources other than you.
- Brutal method.

I mean, the pain itself
is literally breathtaking.

- This murder was personal.
- And...

it takes a lot longer
than you might think.

Two minutes, maybe more.

Well, that doesn't track.

There were too many doctors
and nurses around.

The killer had 45 seconds max.

Was there any other bruising?

On the side of Eddie's neck,

it was bruised at the base of his skull.

Doesn't match any methods
of killing that I'm aware of.

A forearm on the back of the neck...

I mean, that's how
you hold a dog down, but...

Okay. So, what does this mean?

I don't know.

I need you to know.

We're here because of you.
This is all your fault.

Look, I may have started this,
but you can end it.

You can still stop Endicott.

Save our family.

How?

By killing him.

It's the only way.

In your heart, you know that.

He's not a killer.

He's a Whitly.

He'll know what to do.

Whitly!

Let's go.

I, uh...

I love you both.

And, uh, being your father has
been the best part of my life.

You-you have been the best part...

Stop.

I don't want to hear any last words.

You are The Surgeon. You are
the smartest one in here.

Start acting like it.

Gil.

They're gonna file charges tonight.

First-degree murder.

I can't go to jail. I have to solve this.

That's why you got to run.

Take cash, get out of town.

Wait for my word.

Okay.

Thank you.

Gil. I'm worried about my mother.

Endicott invited her over.

Said he had a way to help me. I'm...

I'm afraid she'll go, try to
make a deal, double-cross him.

- Either way.
- Go.

Leave her to me.

What were you dreaming about?

You. Always you.

Always you.

Hey.

I just, I wanted to say I'm sorry.

To leave you and end things this way.

But I have to do this on my own.

Please don't come after me, okay?

Take care of yourself, Malcolm.

You deserve to be happy.

Hey.

I just, I wanted to say I'm sorry.

- To leave you and end things this way.
- Those are different dogs.

But I have to do this on my own.

- And a bird?
- Please don't come after me, okay?

Take care of yourself, Malcolm.

You deserve to be happy.

Dani. I need a favor.

Can you track the location
of a phone call Eve made?

Nicholas.

How exactly can you help my son?

You've probably gathered by now

that I'm a man who gets things done.

My point, Jessica, is you can
be afraid of what you know,

or you can use it to your advantage.

I have more money than I could
ever spend in three lifetimes.

Money. I'm talking about influence.

Real power.

Picture this: your son,
free of these murder charges;

your ex-husband,
thrown to the wolves in Rikers.

That part, I admit,
I got a little head start on.

I couldn't resist.

He's not gonna last another night.

Consider that the first of many gifts.

Why are you doing this?

Jessica, can't you see?

I-I'm head over heels for you.

Bright, I got the address.

- What are you thinking?
- Nothing good.

Are you the vet?

I am. Give me a sec.

Can I help you with something?

Yeah. I, uh...

I have a parakeet named Sunshine.

She's been feeling a little
under the weather lately.

With a name like Sunshine?

Well, that's not right.

Let's schedule an appointment.

Apologies. I'll just be a moment.

Don't finish the whole bottle without me.

So, Lieutenant Arroyo,

to what do I owe the pleasure?

Sorry to interrupt,
I just need to ask Jessica Whitly

a couple questions.

I appreciate that, but spending
quality time with Jessica

is simply too valuable to give up.

You understand.

Perhaps you can speak to her
after our date, in the morning.

I'm taking Jessica home.

And I'm coming for your company,

your reputation and your freedom.

You got it bad for her, huh?

You're love blind.

- Do you want me to pull my gun?
- No need.

No need.

Aaron once told me

that a stab to the gut's
the most painful way to die.

He'll make sure you take
your time leaving us.

911. What's your emergency?

A thousand apologies.

Where were we?

- Did you think about my offer?
- I did.

And?

Come on. Get up.

You got your degree.

Kind of can't be a vet without one.

I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.

Malcolm.

Malcolm Whitly.

Your name tag says "Dr. Sarah."

But that's not right, is it?

You're Sophie Sanders.

The girl in the box.

And you're the boy in the basement.

How did you find me?

I came looking for a killer.

A hit man named Eddie was murdered.

The method was personal, vengeful.

That's why I'm the primary suspect.

Eddie killed my girlfriend...

...Eve.

But I didn't do it.

And there's only one other person

who loved Eve enough to have
exacted that kind of revenge.

Her sister.

You.

Four days.

We had four days together,

and then...

she was gone.

I couldn't just let it...

I had to find him.

- I had to...
- Kill him.

I know the feeling.

I know what you must think of me.

That I'm broken.

That your father ruined me.

I'm...

I'm sorry for everything
my father did to you.

For a long time...

you were all I could think about.

If you were real.

If you were alive.

If you were okay.

And how I'm sorry that...

I couldn't save you.

You were only a kid.

I understand why you killed Eddie.

But if I don't find the real person

that killed him...

...I could go to prison
for the rest of my life.

Which is why it's such a shame
I couldn't find you.

Came all this way.

All the clues got me here.

But I guess they were wrong.

Not every case gets solved.

Hey.

Don't pick up my bad habit.

Gil's gonna make it.

I'm sorry for doubting you.

I doubt myself all the time.

We're gonna get you out of this, Bright.

Warrants came through for Endicott.

We're gonna nail him and clear your name.

I want to be the one
kicking down his door.

And I'll testify.

I'll get us some coffee.

We could be here a while.

All right, straight line, gentlemen.

Let's move.

No hard feelings, Doc. It's payday.

That itch.

I thought at first that you were, uh,

just trying to scare me,
but it's involuntary, isn't it?

Your scratching is-is a sort of reflex,

um, but it offers no relief,

which points to a neuropathic itch...

...which, uh, suggests

a-a an abnormality
in your nervous system.

You got a lesion on your brain, Oso.

Perhaps even a tumor.

You lying. Yeah,
you trying to save your ass.

Who else would you trust here?

I mean, the doctor in this facility...

he's no better than the executioner.

I, on the other hand...

They won't let you treat me.

Oh, I-I advise physicians
all over the world.

Yeah, uh, including several

exceptional neurosurgeons.

I-I would suggest

that a consult from one of them

is worth far more

than the bounty on my head.

Hmm?

Malcolm. Come in.

Sit down.

Now that we're all here,
our family meeting can begin.

Let's move.

Look away.

He's with me.

Nah, he's got to die.

Lock it down!

We need help in here!

- Uh-oh...
- All guards,

- report to cellblock A immediately.
- Here we go.

Did he hurt you?

Not a hair on her head.

What the hell are you doing here?

Sit. All will be explained
over a nightcap.

No doubt you could use one

after the day you've had.

Whatever you think you're doing here...

It's okay, Ainsley.

He doesn't know
how thoroughly screwed he is.

As we speak,

Major Crimes is getting a warrant

to search your house,

your office

and the three secret offices

you think we don't know about.

So please,

enjoy the Scotch.

It'll be your last.

I'm afraid those warrants
won't amount to much.

You had Gil stabbed.

You mean my assistant Aaron.

One rotten apple in an
otherwise clean organization.

And he must have known

that his misdeeds
were gonna catch up to him,

because he took his own life

just a few hours ago.

You can't just keep silencing people.

Oh, I think you'll find I can.

Actually, it's what I do best.

You know, you should
really have that tremor

- checked out. Have you ever...
- Shut up!

Stop! Just stop!

You killed Eve.

Framed me for murdering her killer.

You may...

You may have killed Gil Arroyo.

Now you deserve to die, Nicholas.

My son.

I will always love you.
Because we're the same.

You know,

you really are
your mother's son, Malcolm.

All smoke.

No fire.

She couldn't go all the way, either,

which is a shame.

She's brilliant in the sack.

We'll find the evidence, the witnesses

and I will arrest you!

No, you won't.

The whole system is mine. I own it.

I can do anything I want.

Aah!

What did you do?

Wha...

What...

What just happened?

It's okay, Ainsley. It's...

Hello?

My boy!

It's Dad.

How's it going?

Not great.

Well, don't worry about me.

Things are looking up.

I took Ainsley's advice.

And she took yours.

Really?

My girl.