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Previously on Stitchers...

Cameron met a girl.

- And?
- Her name is Nina.

I would actually love to meet Nina.

Oh.

Trust me, I am so far from perfect.

Wouldn't know that by the
way this guy talks about you.

Do you want to discuss
that wall in your bedroom?

Not all roads lead to Daniel Stinger.

Does Kirsten know you're here?

I'd rather she not know.

Liam believes my joining
his gym was a coincidence.

You weren't at the university
library last night.

Of course I was.

Straight up, were you there?

No.

Wait, that's weird. There's a boy here.

What happened in that
stitch when you went silent?

Nothing. Cameron?

I was created in the form of
someone your subconscious trusts.

- What's your name?
- Kirsten.

I'm Cameron.

You can't be real.

There's something waiting
for you at your doorstep.

When you go home and see what it is,

you'll know I am.

_

More midnight graffiti?

Sorry, didn't mean to wake you.

Oh, you didn't. Leftover enchilada did.

She was screaming my name.

Hm.

So what happens when you
run out of wall space?

Start tagging the bathroom?

Uh, well no. Hopefully, I'll
have found my father by then.

Go back to sleep.

Okay.

Here's hoping I have my favorite dream.

What's that? You, Jon
Snow, and Beyonc�?

- That's the one.
- Mm-hmm.

Anna?

Anna?

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Oh, no.

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Anna Parker. 25. First year associate.

No history of health issues.

I get that a young woman doesn't just drop
dead at work, but why are we on this case?

This law firm's client base includes
billion-dollar corporations,

U.S. government agencies,
as well as entire countries.

Countries? What's a
lawyer charge a country?

Enough to protect the
details of its legal matters.

Mags?

Sam.

What are you doing here?

I'm a partner.

The NSA's on this?

You know I'm NSA?

I've heard a thing or two
about you the past 20 years.

It has not been that long.

Sure as hell couldn't
tell by looking at you.

Detective Quincy Fisher.

Yeah, I'm sorry. Fisher,
this is Sam Lewis.

He's an old friend.

Detective.

What can you tell us about Anna?

She was wonderful.

She was bright, dedicated.

This is terrible.

Anna had such a promising future.

She have problems with anyone?

Not that I'm aware of.

You think someone killed her?

We're not sure at this point.

Whatever I can do to help...

just let me know.

Thanks, Sam. We'll be talking.

I'm sorry it's for this reason,
but it's really good to see you.

You too.

Still with me, Mags?

Don't even.

That is completely not what happened.

Uh, I was there. I saw you.

You saw me pretending to restock
that bin just to talk to you?

Exactly.

Someone's full of himself.

Oh, it's called confidence.

It's part of my charm. Always has been.

That's why you're so attracted to me.

Well, that and...

I've missed too many
opportunities in the past,

and I didn't want to miss you.

Careful, you keep talking like
that I might fall in love with you.

We both know it's too late.

You're smitten.

Okay.

Are you kidding me?

Oh!

I gotta run.

Oh. Pavlov's dog much?

Hey, look, do-over on
breakfast? Tonight?

- You're on.
- Okay.

I'll make my world famous
Horchata French toast.

Tell Kirsten I say hey.

And I was just restocking that bin.

Sure you were.

Um, so I ordered Anna Parker's cell
phone records and personal emails.

Mm-hmm.

Fisher checked her family, friends,
neighbors. There's nothing amiss there.

Okay.

Look, Linus,
I know I misled you about the library...

Lied.

You lied to me.

It has nothing to do with you.

Then who does it have to do with?

You know what?

Just forget about it.

Okay.

Is there a problem?

Nope.

Oh, there's our little mermaid.

Ayo?

Hey, hold on. What exactly do
you plan to do with that thing?

Cameron's asked me to do
a pre-stitch physical.

Oh, like hell.

Look, I'm not an idiot, okay? I know something's
been going on inside those last few stitches,

and since you're not willing to
share that information with me,

at least I can make sure you're
physically okay to stitch.

I'm fine.

Fine, really?

You went all Banksy on
the wall of your bedroom.

You insist that you've been seeing
some little kid in your stitches.

You're a lot of things, Kirsten.

Okay? But fine's not one of them.

Hey. Hey, wait a minute.

You know what?
There were 300 lawyers and support staff

that worked with Anna
at the firm every day.

That's a lot of potential suspects to narrow
down, so let's just get on with it. Okay?

Stations, everyone.

Anna's at the firm.

She's with four other lawyers.

They're going through a
mountain of documents.

Taking notes.

Can she identify the case?

Can you see what the case is?

All the boxes say

Fugate versus Newberry Automotive.

Newberry Electric Cars are gaining
heat in the Eco-car industry.

Yeah, not so much when
their batteries blow up.

Fugate versus Newberry is
a personal injury lawsuit.

Mother and three children
were severely injured

when the battery in
their car caught fire.

And the firm is defending
Newberry in the case.

Someone new is here.

Hey, hey, Chief!

Expensive suit,
handsome in an older-guy way.

Sam Lewis, senior partner.

And he's not that old.

Stopped by to thank Anna for
the help on the depo prep.

Don't worry, you'll
all get your chance...

when I think you're ready.

Hey, Anna, great job.

Anna was Sam's favorite.

Suck-up.

The other lawyers didn't like that.

Um, Sam?

I found a memo from Bonnie Newberry
to her lead production engineer.

She knew the batteries could be deadly,

but she kept making them anyway.

It says there that the cost of safety
modifications would have put them out of business.

And that memo was written before the...

Before the Fugate accident.

Good save.

This could have killed us at trial.

Sam, Newberry has to settle the case.

Stop production.

Make the batteries safe.

Hey, it's not our place to tell our
client how to run their business.

It's our job to defend them.

Kirsten, we're on the move.

Hey, Anna.

I want to go over that memo you found
with Ms. Newberry, but I can't find it.

Oh, you took it with you, remember?

I have no idea how that got there.

I'm sure it was an oversight.

Ms. Newberry, you have
to settle the case,

recall the batteries. If you don't...

What? Tell me, with your vast business
experience what happens if I don't?

Anna just pissed off the client.

I'm sorry, Bonnie.

Anna's a bit eager.

It's a rookie mistake.

That rookie is off my case.

Well, I can't do that.

That's my best associate.

Believe in me now?

There it is again. The anomaly.

Can you get a trace on it?

I know how to do my job.

I got your note.

What are you doing
here, what do you want?

I have something important to tell you.

Kirsten, what's going on?

I'm running a trace, but Kirsten only
has 20 seconds left in the stitch.

Move her to the moment of death.

Hey, I... I wasn't done there.

No time. 12 seconds, what do you see?

I...

Anna's...

Dying. Kirsten, make the bounce!

So as she was dying,

Anna was dizzy, she had chest pains,
and everything went all yellow.

It sounds like she was poisoned.

Um, I did some research.

Apparently, Bonnie
Newberry left a string

of figurative bodies in her wake
on her rise in the auto industry.

Yeah, Anna found a memo
proving Newberry was guilty.

Flat-out told her to settle.
Newberry was pissed.

She wanted her off the case,

Sam said no.

Maybe she didn't want to
take no for an answer.

I know your time is short Mrs. Newberry.

So I'll get down to it.

About Anna Parker's murder.

Awful. Anna was such
a lovely young girl.

I really enjoyed working with her.

Really?

Where were you last night?

Maggie, is your agent
implying something?

It's okay, Sam, I don't mind answering.

I was home. I had dinner guests.

Feel free to check with them.

Were you happy with Anna's work?

She seemed to be a brilliant woman.

Eager, always helpful.

Hmph, please.

Ms. Baptiste, if your associate has
something to say, let's hear it.

No, I'm sorry about that.

Did Anna express any
concern about your case?

Communications between attorney and client
are privileged, Maggie, you know that.

Then generally.

How was your interaction with Anna?

We had some spirited discussions.

- More like all-out brawls.
- Hold on.

You and Anna argued two
days before she was killed.

- I can't let...
- You wanted her off the case.

- Don't respond to that.
- You were worried

Anna had information that
could sink your company.

-I don't like what you're implying.
-What am I implying?

- Bonnie, don't.
- That I killed Anna.

- Did you?
- We're done here.

Bonnie.

How's your day goin'?

You and your girl blind-sighted me.

Trust me, she is her own girl,

but we need to find
out what happened here.

Sorry, I have an obligation
to protect my client,

who your agent just accused
of being a murderer.

Uh-uh, no, Ms. Newberry brought
that up first all by herself.

Any idea why?

Yeah, because she didn't kill Anna.

Listen, I indulged you

when you requested this interview.

I really want to help
you find Anna's killer,

but that display in there?

Wow, Mags.

Not cool.

So not cool.

There he is.

The mono-syllabic Sam you used to know?

No, the cool Sam.

And look at you now, the
winner-takes-all lawyer you've become.

Said by the NSA hard-ass you've become.

How'd you know about that disagreement?

NSA hard-ass, remember?

No, no, no, no, no.

If one of my associates talked
to the NSA out of school,

you have the obligation to inform me.

Anna didn't.

But someone did kill her.
Come on, help me out here.

Bonnie's now off limits,

but tell me what you need.

Records, files, whatever.

You got it, I have nothing to hide.

You couldn't even if you tried.

Hard-ass.

Beautiful hard-ass, but still...

Oh, double espresso.

Kirsten never has a second cup at home.

Airplane? It's that major motion pic...

Why are you so ragged?

Oh.

Why are you always judging me?

I'm not, I just want you to know that
you can still talk to me about things.

Oh, like in-stitch anomalies?

Like anything.

I know I can still talk to you.

Good.

Okay?
'Cause nothing's ever gonna change that.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey.

Anna's tox screen came back.
She was poisoned with oleander.

Death by flower?

It's a shrub. Grows everywhere
around SoCal. It's poisonous.

Lab says there was a fairly tight
window from ingestion to death

and that it was most
likely in liquid form.

Uh, like an iced tea?

Hm, mm-mm.

Ew.

Excuse me if I want to live.

There was no tea at the crime scene.
Are you sure?

There was a glass in front
of Anna when she died.

The killer must have removed it.

Should I be worried?

- No.
- How do you know?

Because you're not dizzy
or seeing yellow halos.

Or dead.

So, Anna got the tea here at the firm,

someone at the firm got to her tea.

One of the associates Anna worked with,
maybe?

All right, let's divide and conquer,
see what we can squeeze out of them.

And keep the results of the
tox screen to yourselves.

Anna and I were work friends.

You know, like, "How was your weekend?
Mine with the fam was awesome."

Did she have any problems
with anyone here?

Oh, that's Danska, the nanny.

She's taking the baby to Griffith
Park for the pony and train rides.

I'll just text, tell her not
to forget the hand sanitizer.

Then I'm all yours.

So did you notice anything
suspicious last night?

When you're focused on your work,
Camille, do you notice anything else?

I'm a multi-tasker, Jen.

Just like you apparently. So did you?

Notice anything out of the ordinary?

Like what?

Like maybe someone near Anna's
office around the time she died.

Perhaps your client, Bonnie Newberry?

Why are you asking me
about Bonnie Newberry?

Why are you answering all of
my questions with a question.

Am I?

You know us lawyers. Deflect. Avoid.

Lie.

That reminds me of a joke.

How do you know when a lawyer's lying?

How?

His lips are moving.

But seriously, all I'm allowed to
say is what's in court filings,

that Anna and I were working together
for Bonnie Newberry on the Fugate matter.

And on this case, by any chance, did
Anna piss some people off along the way?

I really want to help you, Linus,

but all I can say is that...

That you and Anna were working
together with Bonnie Newberry.

On the Fugate matter.

Yeah.

Randall Cooke, here.

Agent Goodkin, NSA.

I'm late, I know.

The Yale alum meet and greet went long.

What can I do you for
Agent Goodkin, NSA?

"Please pick up those gluten-free

"cookies. Thanks." Send.

You married? Kids?

No.

Too bad, are you dating anybody?

No. Now about the...

So sad.

Look, we know that Anna
was upset about the

faulty batteries Newberry
was manufacturing.

So we know that she wanted to stop
your client from hurting people.

Why would you think I
would know about that?

If you do not stop answering
my questions with a question,

I promise I will hack you and sext every
judge in Los Angeles from your account.

Oh, that's better. Thank you so much.

Okay. So, could Anna have been
making an end run around your client

and gotten herself killed because of it?

If we may, let's get back to the part

where an NSA operative
threatened a private citizen.

It was horrible,

finding her like that.

You ever see a dead body, Agent Goodkin?

Occasionally.

Now I understand that Anna wanted
Newberry to settle. Is that true?

From where are you inferring that?

Little bird told me.

Really?

Well, let's get your
little bird in here.

Because actori incumbit onus proband.

The burden of proof falls on the
party who advances the proposition.

That would be you and your little bird.

Sorry, I am not at liberty to say.

I signed a confidentiality agreement
when I started here, and...

All communications we've
had about our case,

the people they allegedly injured,

and how our client was or was not
responding to the complaint...

Are covered by
attorney-hyphen-client privilege.

California CCP prohibits
me from discussing that.

Am I a suspect?

Because if I am,
I'm gonna take the fifth on that...

And invoke my constitutional
right against self-incrimination.

I think it's time I lawyer up.

There. I just hired myself.

And myself advised me
to tell you jack...

On that note, you need to leave.

By the way,
have you thought about getting a dog?

This way, you won't
be so lonely and sad.

I hate lawyers.

So what'd you get?

Nothing.

For the next 24 hours,

no one respond to me with a question.

Why?

Those bloodsuckers have
no respect for the badge.

I take it you got nothing too?

Oh, guys, I got something.

Yeah, I learned Latin from the most
arrogant, entitled, asshat I've ever met.

Okay, everyone, just breathe.

We will find Anna's
killer in spite of them.

Okay, well, on that high note,
I should get going on that research.

Where are we with Anna's
refractory period? Be careful.

Uh, tomorrow morning, at the earliest.

How dangerous is the research?

The records I promised
are ready for your review.

Thank you.

And by my review, he means yours.

See what you can find,
nothing's too small.

Oh, guys, um...

I had dinner plans.

I told Nina I work in video games

and she's already wondering why I
spend so much time at the office.

We're talking about
solving somebodies murder.

No, no, no, it's fine. We got it.

- No, Linus is right, actually...
- No, yeah, we got this.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Uh... besides, you'd
probably just slow us down anyways.

Awesome, thanks guys.

I mean, how long could it take?

We really should call Cameron back.

No. No, he had plans with Nina.

We can do this.

Anna just died.

There's no way all of this could have
been generated between then and now.

Yeah, it wasn't.

They're just burying us
in work to screw with us.

Right, well, look for
anything that tells us

who was in the office around
the time that Anna was poisoned.

Okay.

Well, it was not Bonnie Newberry.

Fisher just confirmed
she was out that night.

I guess we can cross her
off our list of suspects.

Well, that's something.

Yeah, or not.

You know, maybe she had someone
at the firm poison Anna.

We got phone logs for
all 1,200 employees

for the entire week
leading up to the murder.

Yeah, and this is keycard records
for all eight floors of the firm

for the past two weeks.

I really, really hate lawyers.

So glad I didn't go to law
school like my father wanted.

You? A lawyer?

I don't see it.

Yeah, me neither.

I mean, I got accepted everywhere,

but science has always been my jam.

So Nina and Cameron
together doesn't bother you?

No. No, I'm really happy for them.

I think Camille's seeing someone.

Where did that come from?

Last week.

She told me she had to study,
but then she wasn't at the library,

where she said she would be.

And tonight she has to do
mysterious research for Maggie.

I don't think she's dating anyone.

I mean, she'd tell me if she was.

Oh.

You guys save any for me?

Got as far as my car and realized
I can't leave you two alone

to do all this by yourselves.

- Sure, you can.
- No, he can't.

Please, grab a box.

Ha!

You can't bail on Nina.

Too late. Already did.

Wasn't my finest relationship moment,
but, uh,

I think she gets it.

Oh!

What I don't get is why
someone in the mail room

called the psychic hotline 85 times.

All right.

Well, thank you for
walking me to my door.

And they say chivalry's dead.

Don't I get an invite?

You said Kirsten was
working late tonight, right?

That's plenty of time
for a quick nightcap.

I don't do quick.

Me neither.

But I will if it gives me
20 more minutes with you.

One drink.

We're out of wine. Is beer okay?

Perfect.

Looks like I have an IPA or a lager.

What are you in the mood for?

Something different.

Liam, I... I can't.

Kirsten, she's...

But it's not about her.

It's about me and you.

I know,
I've just been worried about her lately.

She's been so caught up
trying to find her father.

Really? Why now?

He left when she was young.

She wants to get to
know him, and I've been

helping her track him down.

Maybe I can be helpful.

Really?

I can be very resourceful
if I'm motivated.

Liam,

this isn't a good idea.

No...

Kirsten!

Hey. No no no. Hold on.

Let me explain myself.

Oh. Oh, okay. Explain to me why you're
hooking up with Liam in my kitchen?

Okay, uh, we ran into each other

in the gym, we...

When did you even get back?

I never left.

We got to talking,
one thing kind of lead to another,

Camille and I have a real connection.

Right.

You know, Linus just asked me if you
were seeing someone behind his back,

and I stuck up for you, I said no.

It... I...
I didn't mean to hurt Linus or you,

that's not what this is.

Right. How is secretly seeing
my ex-boyfriend not hurting me?

Hey, the last I checked,
you broke up with me.

So we don't have to
justify ourselves to you.

Fine.

Whatever.

I think you need to go.

You couldn't have gone
through everything last night.

We didn't, we're fried.

But we'll pick up again after we stitch.

We did find something, though.

Anna made a call from her office to
the plaintiff who's suing Newberry.

Well, that's unethical.
She could be disbarred for that.

Did you at least narrow
the field of suspects?

Kirsten!

The only other associates
who used their keycards

to access Anna's floor
around the time she died was

Jen, Randall, Morgan, and Christine.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean that there
was nobody else who got up there.

Hey, guys.

Uh, sorry I'm late, I was just...

Anna's gonna hit her best by date.

We're stitching in five minutes.

What happened?

Kirsten caught me with Liam last night.

Not with-him with him, just with him.

Did you tell her the truth?

No.

Good.

Is it?

Communications.

Go!

Com check one, two, one two.

I hear you.

Mission clock set to
five minutes, please.

Okay, let's see if we
can handle the truth.

Induce stitch neurosync on my mark.
In three, two, one, mark!

Anna just caught Randall making
out with a woman in the break room.

Can you see who?

No.

Are we really going to let Ms. Goody
Two Shoes blow the whole case for us?

Seriously, what's her deal?

She does that, how're we going
to keep our billables up?

Different memory.

Anna just walked in on the other associates
talking about her behind her back.

Oh, yeah? Why? 'Cause she was
doing her job and doing it well?

And did they ever once
give her an ounce of credit

for being on their side, by their side,

protecting them, just trying to do...

Just...

Just trying to do her job.

Did Kirsten hear what the other
associates were saying about Anna?

What were they saying?

Kirsten!

We don't have much time,

so listen to me carefully.

Kirsten?

I'm picking up the anomaly again.

Find the source.

You have a sister.

Kirsten?

Um, Cameron, I'm sorry.

Uh, any one of them could have
wanted Anna out of their way.

My parents had another daughter?

Your father did with his first wife,
Elizabeth.

Anna's memories are fizzling.
Only one memory hotspot is registering.

Okay, let's get there.

What's her name?

Her name's...

Kirsten, we're on the move.

No, wait! What's her name?

Not enough time, brace yourself.

Her names Ivy Brown.

Damn it, Cameron!

Oh, I'm sorry, princess.
Is there some place you wanted to be?

No, it's okay.

I'm back in the same memory I
saw last time. Newberry's here.

The anomaly's gone.

Are you out of your damn mind?

You trying to destroy
this firm? Destroy me?

Sam, I'm sorry.

I don't give a flying crap.

That family was hurt.

That's not our problem.

But they're telling the truth.

We don't represent them, Anna.
Our job is to...

Let our clients kill people?

No.

To represent our client to
the fullest extent possible.

If we don't, we can be sued,
sanctioned, or disbarred.

Do not blow this, or I...

_

You scanned the memo?

N...

You sent it to the LA Times?

- I...
- What the hell were you thinking?

Memory collapse imminent.

Anna's done, Kirsten, make the bounce.

Anna wrote an email to the LA Times.

She attached the incriminating memo.

Did Sam know?

Yeah, he threatened her.

That doesn't sound like Sam. I know him.

Yeah, knew him 20 years
ago. People change.

The associates hated Anna,
because she was the best of all of them.

And Sam was mad because she had a conscious
that was interfering with the case.

I'll talk to Sam.

Yeah, but how do we get the
others to talk? The sharks?

We throw some blood in the water

and watch them eat themselves.

Uh-oh.

I've seen that look before.

When I put my darks in with your
whites and ruined half your wardrobe.

Yeah, this goes way beyond laundry.

Did you kill Anna?

You got into it with her
over Newberry because

she didn't like what
your client was doing.

You knew she had sent an
email to the Times with proof

Newberry's batteries were dangerous.

Firstly, I deny
everything you just said.

Secondly,
even if everything you said was true,

none of it is admissible in court

until you fully disclose how
you came about this information.

Thirdly,

the NSA seems dangerously close
to violating the Fourth Amendment.

And finally,
all emails generated by my employees

are work product and
therefore confidential.

Did I leave anything out?

Yes.

The part where you tell
me if you killed Anna.

You can't believe that, can you?

I knew about the email.

That email would have
destroyed your case,

ruined your career.

If it had been sent.

But it wasn't.

She swore she didn't
write it, she thought

someone around here was
trying to sabotage her.

It was just a draft.

I checked the system.

Mags...

I didn't kill her.

Then one of your associates.

Hm!

They may be killers on the job,

but real killers?

No way.

Ah.

Agents Goodkin and Clark,

back for seconds, I see.

We're all here like you wanted.

Here's what we know:

Bonnie Newberry wrote a memo saying
she knew her batteries were dangerous.

Someone stole it from Sam's office

and planted it with Anna's paperwork.

To further mess with Anna,

someone got on her laptop and
drafted an email to the LA Times,

attaching that memo.

Snarky comment?

Anyone?

What a surprise.

Hm. Two days before Anna was murdered,

there was a fifteen second phone call

that came from inside of her office

to a Mrs. Fugate,
the woman who's suing Newberry.

Phone records from the firm.

Anna's cellphone records,

which show that she couldn't
have called the plaintiff

because at the exact same time,

she was on her cell ordering take-out
because she was working late. Again.

Ergo... that's Latin for "therefore"...

Someone not Anna made the call.

Someone who wanted to discredit her.

That certain someone is one of you.

Now, if any of you know who it is, you
have the moral obligation to tell us.

You two are precious. I mean it.

Was this your whole plan?

To bore a confession out of us?

Good on you for all that fancy research.

Sit down, Randall. We're not done.

Oh, I know, we're not.

Because I did some research too.

And a little free advice, Agent Goodkin,

you might wanna step down
from your moral high ground.

Considering...

Considering?

Wait.

Your daddy didn't teach you morality,
did he?

Oh.

You didn't know.

Care to share your
daddy issues with her?

One of you murdered Anna.

Looks like I struck a nerve.

What's he talking about?

His father is James Miller.

The man behind the $3
billion Ponzi scheme

that wiped out how many
people's life savings, Goodkin?

This isn't about me...

Dad's not getting out of
Lompoc any time soon, is he?

What is it, another, what,
14 years left to go?

Meanwhile,

you're sitting pretty in a fancy loft,

spending all that money he stole.

Cameron, Cameron.

I love this guy. I'm serious.

Son of a bitch.

Forget Randall, okay?

My father, really?

- My father?
- Hey, calm down.

Look, he's not even in my life.

You don't have to explain to me.

Yeah, I do, okay. That money?
It came from my mother's side.

Then she got divorced and I
changed my last name to hers.

I get it.

Look, I'm not my father.

No. I know you're not.

We both have, um,

criminal, absent, pathetic fathers.

Except the only difference is
you're desperate to find yours

and all I want to do is forget mine.

Hey. Fisher called, guess what he found?

The source of the oleander.

Now, for double or nothing,
guess what I found.

Our very own "smoking gun"?

A whole freakin', sizzling, armory.

Wow. Welcome back Agent Goodkin.

Sorry about before,

I didn't realize how raw the
whole Daddy-in-jail thing is.

Oh, it's okay.
One of you can say hi to him for me.

Keycards on the table, please.

No questions.

You heard the man. Keycards, now.

So, back to the phone
call to that plaintiff.

While we were going
through that mountain of

paperwork that you
tried to choke us with,

we came across the keycard logs

which happen to track every move
you make in and out of the building.

Hello, handsome. What? What's that?

You want me to tell them what?

Oh, okay. I got it.

Don't you just love keycard logs?
Here's the dealio.

According to this hunk
of burning love here,

only one of you

was in the building last
Tuesday at 3:00 a.m.,

when the call was made to the
plaintiff from Anna's office.

Eeny, meany, miney... mommy.

That's impossible.

My husband was away,
I was home with my baby.

At your house?
Where according to our investigator,

there just happens to
be a poisonous shrub.

Did we mention Anna was poisoned?

Christine, don't say another word.

- Maya?
- Mr. Cooke?

Tell Sam we need him in the
conference room right away.

Yes, sir.

Are you acting as Christine's
lawyer or as a concerned friend?

Right now, both.

Hm, you, a friend? Doubt it.

Where were you really at
the time of that call?

Don't answer.

Oh, that's a nice bracelet.

Did your, um, husband give that to you?

Or do you think he's gonna
want it back when he finds out

that you and Randall
have been hooking up?

So I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Where were you at the time of that call?

Randall would do anything to be a star.
He's used you.

You took my card.

That night, you made that call.

Stop talking.

You always hated Anna.

Shut up.

You did everything you
could to make her look bad.

I swear, Christine,
if you don't shut your mouth...

- I'm gonna...
- What? You're gonna kill me too?

You have zero evidence.

I did not kill Anna.

I did not poison her with oleander.

How did he know she was
poisoned with oleander?

We didn't mention that, did we?

Nope.

Sam, I'd like to retain your services.

He's about to be arrested and charged
for the murder of Anna Parker.

You want to lawyer up?

Go elsewhere.

Drop it!

You told us to do anything
to win the Newberry case.

Anything legal.

Maggie, feel free to shoot that douche.

Anna was going to blow the lid
on what Newberry was doing.

She was gonna ruin everything,
and I couldn't let that happen.

I was protecting our client.

Look, I...

I thought that oleander would
just make her sick. I measured it.

Look, I didn't mean to kill her.

Well, if you're not gonna shoot him.

Poor guy.

Please don't say it.

- They're gonna throw the book at him.
- Oh, god, that's awful.

I was too much about the win.

Well, Randall Cooke is not
a killer because of you.

Yeah.

I should have listened to Anna sooner.

I spoke with Bonnie Newberry,
convinced her to settle.

I'm not sure she's gonna be
able to salvage her company,

but at least no one
else is gonna get hurt.

There he is.

Promise not to ask you about
your Dad or if you're okay.

I'm okay.

So then do you want to go to dinner
and talk about how very okay you are?

I can't.

Nina.

Nina, mm-hmm.

Um, tell her I say hey.

Detective.

You did good work, kiddo.

Phew, I'm just glad somebody thinks so.

Come again?

It's nothing, sorry. Thank you, Fisher.

What's going on with you? Are you okay?

Yeah, maybe one day I'll
tell you all about it.

Maybe.

Okay, the job's over,
are you gonna talk to me now?

Well, that depends on...

- Linus.
- Dad.

Mr. Ahluwalia? Hi.

Samir, please. Good to see you, Camille.

Dad, what are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

Mr. Ahluwalia, right on time as usual.

This must be your son.

I didn't think you could
make it to sign the document.

What document?

The medical power of attorney.

We need to talk.

I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?
Again.

You wanted to be the one to tell her,
so tell her.

Camille has been seeing
Liam on my orders.

I didn't realize that you had the power
to order other people to sleep around.

It never got that far.

I think that Liam has been
working with your father.

Camille is trying to get
that information out of him.

What?

Wait, you're saying
that the whole time...

he was seeing me...

The proposal was fake?

We're trying to find out if Liam
was setting you up for something.

I haven't gotten anything yet.

Listen, Kirsten,
just tell me what you want me to do.

'Cause I'll call it quits right
now if that's what you want.

It's your choice.

We'll find Stinger some other way.

I don't want you to see Liam anymore.

It's too dangerous.

I'll do it.

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