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Tonight, investigators are questioning
the credibility of those clinical trials.

I'm very angry. I can't believe doctors
could betray so many people.

I was part of the initial test group
for the drug Vypraxilin.

And... I can say without a doubt
it was probably the worst decision

I've ever made in my life.

These people knowingly
put out inaccurate information

and they were being selective
in the facts about the case.

She looked at me and then collapsed.

Her mouth filled with blood and...

and it was terrifying.

In fact, an investigation by the FDA
found no evidence of false data

from Pierson Pharmaceuticals.

This is the third death
attributed to the medication,

with many more claims surfacing each day.

They need to be held accountable.

We should just leave
and go to London for a while.

Wouldn't that seem guilty
if I just left the country?

And what would you tell them
if they accuse you? The truth?

Well, I've faced inquiries before.
I can... I'm not gonna run away.

I'm not talking about running away, Arthur.
I'm talking about clearing your head.

Getting out of town together like we said.

Yeah.

Yeah?

- Just give him a little privacy.
- Don't talk to me.

You tell Dr. Shuman to get back in the lab
immediately and get this thing sorted out.

Immediately. You do it,
or I'll get someone else who can.

Just do it.

Now.

Okay, look, I got to get back to the...

I'm going back to the office. They can't do
anything unless I'm there holding their hand.

Why don't you ever consider
anything I say to you?

It's your greatest fault. You know that?

You know what, maybe I'll just
leave town without you, Arthur.

Come on. Graham will take you home
and I'll see you tonight.

- Okay.
- Emily, come on.

- Stop being a child. Grow up.
- Fuck you.

Let her go.

Emily?

She'll come around.

- Our exposure's limited at best.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, there's no such thing
as limited exposure.

Got the deposition tomorrow and I need you
to cover this. Get Jake Coburn in legal.

I want a strategy before I leave.

Sir, we advise you against answering
any questions at this time.

Duly noted.

Emily?

Emily!

Where the hell is she? Emily!

I'm gonna grab you some dinner.

I'll call in the usual.

Don't step anywhere inside this house.
Don't touch anything.

Get security up here right now.

Yes, sir.

So there was no more contact
after you left the park?

I figured it was just another call
for attention. That's all.

Yeah, it could be.

Jane is the advisor we retained.
Private org. Kidnap and rescue.

I should advise you, sir,
to involve the FBI.

I've employed you so I don't have to.

Right now, your girlfriend
is alone and scared

and praying that someone
will save her life.

In 11 hours, Emily could be home or dead.

If this is gonna work you're gonna
have to trust me. You understand?

So what are the next steps?

The tech team is working
on your phone to trace the sender.

When these people reach out again
and we know what they want,

Jane will help color who they are.
They need us to open up.

All confidential passwords,
everything will need to be transparent.

Tell me, are they likely
to harm her, hurt her?

Yes.

You don't sugarcoat
your responses, do you?

Why the fuck would I do that?

What do they want?

Two and a half million dollars, unmarked.

Octavia gallery by 1:00 p.m.
or they cut her open.

Can your team prep by 1:00?

It'll be tight. It's lunchtime.
There's lots of exits.

We can expect heavy foot traffic.
We'll have snipers cover the exterior.

Snipers? We don't need snipers.
I've got the cash.

Let's do this civilly and quietly.

I'm right behind you.

You tailing him?

Yeah, I've got eyes on him.

Do not turn around.
Do not acknowledge that you can hear me.

Wait for them to approach you,
Mr. Denning.

You have him?
He's out of my line of sight, Jane.

Relax.

I know this is hard,
but I need you to stay calm as ice.

- Approaching on your right.
- She remind you of someone you know?

Yeah.

Like most women, she's expensive.

- You want to talk a deal?
- Drop the bag. Just drop the bag.

Let's go somewhere quiet.

Okay.

Do not follow him.
Mr. Denning, you have to trust me.

Do you hear me?

What's he looking at?
Why is he stopping? Jane?

- I don't know.
- He's off script.

Stop, Mr. Denning. You're putting your life
at risk. This could part of their plan.

Drop the money.
Give it to him, then we'll go away.

Just one thing.

You see what happens
when you fuck with me?

- Where's Emily?
- Who?

- Where is she?
- I don't know what you're saying!

You hurt her? Where's Emily?

Jane? What the fuck just happened?

He just attacked him.
Get him out of here now.

Get him out.

Yeah.

Oh, come on. Don't turn into that guy.

You just won an estate claim where
the widow's husband didn't have a will.

It's time to party. Call your wife.

Tell her to bring a friend, actually...
maybe a chesty one, some kind of assets.

Okay. You know what?
I'm just gonna take out your wife myself.

Since when are you interested in women?

Ben Cahill, was that a joke? That was fun.

- Eleven straight. Congrats.
- Any calls?

Hatty, you're gonna have to excuse Ben.
That's how he shows his joy.

Right. Couple folks from
the Lake Avenue construction case,

that Chinese guy from Shai Fen
Associates, and your wife.

Okay. Can you ask the paralegals
why those Flynn V. Benson files

- haven't shown up yet, please?
- Yeah.

You have been a machine
for over a year now.

I know you and Charlotte have had
a devastating few months, but...

billing 100 hours a week is not
gonna help you get through that.

It's not gonna help you make partner,

and it's not gonna keep our wife happy.

You've got to get out of this office.

Wow, you are no fun at all. Okay.

Well, I'll take that. Thank you.

- You trying to scare me?
- Well, you just look so focused over there.

- You got good news?
- Another win.

So I was hoping maybe we could celebrate.

I can't. I picked up another shift.

All right, well...

I guess I'll see you in 36 hours.

- You know we're understaffed.
- No, no, no, no. I get it. I get it.

There's chicken pie
in the oven if you're hungry.

I hate waking up without you, Charlie.

Well...

You wanna go on a date?

Yeah.

When?

When I'm done.

Deal.

- You look nice.
- Thank you.

Emily Hynes?

- You didn't accept, did you?
- She had her issues, but it's not like I...

Issues? Yeah. You broke her heart.
She threatened suicide. That's not normal.

I remember some pretty manipulative shit.

I'm actually impressed someone
your age knows how to use social media.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

Is that right?

- You accepted the friend request, didn't you?
- So what if I did?

- Your wife's a 12!
- Yeah.

She's far more attractive than you.
She's far more intelligent than you.

- Frankly, you don't deserve her.
- Yeah, well...

- Don't break the only good thing in your life.
- I'm not breaking anything.

Charlie and I are fine, all right?
I love my wife.

We've had a rough year, but you know what?

I'm not gonna mess it up over some
stupid fucking friend request.

Just keep talking to your ex. Keep talking
to Emily. I think that's a good idea.

You're gonna spend your 4:00 a.m.'s drunk,
eating burritos over the sink.

I love burritos.

- Yeah, I kind of love them, too.
- Yeah.

God, really?

Paranoid much?

You're three minutes
and 32 seconds late, pal.

Oh, yeah? Well, you're looking sharp.

- The estate claim cashed in?
- Yep.

So I take it the info
I put in Mrs. Takiff's file worked?

Mrs. Takiff would have lost everything
if we wouldn't have helped her.

I already starting fixing
this new Benson vs. Flynn file.

I was thinking, one of these days,
you may actually win a case without cheating.

It's not cheating...

not if the good guy wins.

So you're the good guy.

- Emily! How are you doing?
- Hi. I'm great. How are you?

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

- Is it 10 years?
- I think so, yeah.

- It's been 10 years? Oh, my God! Yeah.
- Can you believe it?

You are not a lawyer.

- Is that so hard to believe? Really?
- Yes, yes, it is so hard to believe.

The undisputed beer pong champ really,
goes on to do great things.

Well, nothing screams success
like a student loan that I can't pay off.

Come on, Ben. You knew what you wanted,
and you went for it. I think that's great.

Yeah.

Ambition always was one
of the sexiest things about you.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

- So what about you? How you been?
- I've been fine, yeah.

Yeah? Seems like you've been
having a good old time,

judging by your half-naked photos
that I saw online.

Oh, you've been... Really?
You've been cyberstalking me, Ben?

I wasn't cyberstalk... I was just...

- Intrigued. I was intrigued.
- Oh, intrigued, okay.

- I was curious. That's all.
- Okay.

So how is it being married?

It's complicated.

"I do. You do."
Seems pretty self-explanatory to me.

Well, that's the easy part.
And then there's...

It's just complicated.

Well, I'm dating a guy
who's completely not right for me,

and he wants to get serious, and I don't.

And I came here tonight to see you...

- But you're wearing a wedding ring.
- Yeah.

And... you're happy?

Right?

Why do you ask?

I should run.

- No, no, no. Wait.
- No, I really... Please, this is a bad idea.

I don't want to overstep. I don't want
to say something that I'm gonna regret.

I don't even know what I was
thinking would happen tonight.

- I feel really stupid. I just...
- Nothing is gonna happen. We're just...

we're just gonna sit and talk. That's all.

I don't think so, Ben.

Hey, what's going on?

It's a disaster.

I feel like such a cliché.
I'm dating my boss.

Technically he's everyone's boss.
He's the CEO of Pierson.

You're dating Arthur Denning?

- Yeah.
- Holy shit!

I was his head of sales.
I'm not a gold digger, you know.

Arthur can be really charming
when he wants to be.

Well, if your heart's not in it,
why don't you just leave him?

He won't let me.

- What do you mean, he won't let you?
- I mean he won't let me.

It started with threats, you know,
implying I would lose my job.

Is he hurting you?

I was on his laptop, and I found data about
the clinical trials that went bad last summer.

From Viprexalin.

268 people died.

You know what Arthur was concerned about?
How the deaths would affect his financials.

Did he say that in the emails?

Try to remember if he actually addressed
the deaths from Viprexalin in these emails.

I'm not sure. I mean, maybe.

- Where is this data? Do you still have it?
- Arthur would know that it came from me.

Well, we can make it look
like it came from someone else.

- Oh, rea... how?
- I can help you with this, okay?

Now, do you want my help or not?

Do you mind grabbing that for me?

Thank you.

Hey. Thought I heard you.

I can't remember if I took
your Pinot Noir or Grigio from you.

It's okay. I'm detoxing.

- Hi.
- Hello, tall guy.

Oh, I'm just here...
we're just friends, okay?

I'm just here on business, you know.

Okay.

- Have fun, Hanna.
- Thanks.

- Hanna?
- Yeah.

Most nights I spend in an apartment
that Arthur bought for me,

but here, I can escape all that.

Here, I can be a regular girl
named Hanna Harlow,

who reads trashy magazines and watches
reality TV and exists in sweats.

Does your boyfriend know
that you own this place?

- I'm only here when he's out of town.
- No, I can't stay.

It's just a drink.

Okay.

Let's see. Escrows, bank transfers.

Look at that.

There are hundreds of millions
hidden in offshore bank accounts here.

These are documented payoffs...

that required a fingerprint I.D.
Denning validated all of these personally.

Arthur made changes
to the internal lab results,

because he knew the FDA
wouldn't approve them.

You've definitely got the groundwork
for a gigantic civil lawsuit here,

but I can't...

I can't use this.

Why not? You said we could make it
look like it came from someone else.

What comes next is our secret.

Denning finds out that you leaked this...

you'll be exposed.

Expose what you want.

Unzip me.

I didn't say you could touch.

Oh, my God.

Come here.

Oh, my God. No.

What are you waiting for?

Don't you want to fuck me?

Holy shit. I can't...

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

Ben.

Take the fire escape.

Don't let my neighbor stop you.
She'll talk you to death.

Or you can finish what you started.

I can't.

Have fun?

You smell like vodka.

Doug opened up one of his office bottles.

We ended up working late, ate Thai.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- What did you have?
- Oh, noodles, spicy noodles.

They weren't... they weren't great.

Anyway, I think I'm gonna
go shower. I'm tired.

Are you serious right now?

Did you forget about date night?

I wouldn't have been any fun anyway.

I worked a double, so I'm a zombie.

No, no, no, no. Let me
make this up to you this weekend.

- You're off the hook.
- No, goddamn it. We need a night.

You and me.

We need to get back to normal, all right?

- I'll join you upstairs.
- Thank you.

Give us a minute.

The information against
Arthur Denning you gave me, is it legit?

Because if you're wrong, you'll be doing
document review for the rest of your career.

Abrams' office, five minutes.
Brief him on what you have.

Keep it short. Do not fuck up.

Senior partner just threatened you.
You're moving up.

Wait, so you have information
against Arthur Denning,

like, the Arthur Denning?

You don't fuck with a guy like him.

He and Mr. Abrams are at war,
so tread lightly.

I'll fill you in later.

Hope you have your affairs in order.

- Mr. Abrams.
- Mr. Cahill. Come on in.

Have a seat.

So, Hill tells me you have something.

Yeah, with Pierson Pharmaceuticals.

You're not serious, are you?

We go way back with them, you know,
so that's like pissing in the wind, son.

You know, I...

You've gone after Arthur Denning before,

and it was one of the only cases
that this firm ever lost.

Now, I have studied every word
of every motion filed and...

Well, with all due respect,

I don't think that you played
your cards quite right last time.

Oh, you don't?

Look, Denning's team forged expert reports
that allowed him to slip by FDA approval.

They knowingly changed the observation
and conclusions of these drug trials.

- Take a look at this. There were...
- These are facts I know.

- I know about this stuff. Come on.
- Serious health defects, 268...

But you're not telling me
how you're gonna win this time.

That's what I want to hear.

Well, I've got...

Confidential internal memos that will
back up everything inside that folder.

Well, that's a neat little thing.

Well, just keep talking. Go ahead.

Pierson is a global corporation
with an infantry of lawyers,

but with this...

we can go after Denning
personally for fraud.

Now, you thought this through?

If you're gonna go after Denning
for fraud publicly,

a man worth about 8.5 billion dollars?

And you're gonna accuse this man
of manipulating drug trials?

- In a lawsuit, yes.
- A lawsuit's public, Mr. Cahill.

You have kids?

No.

- Where'd you go to law school?
- Vandy. Undergrad at Tennessee.

That's good. So how much you worth?

- How much am I worth?
- Yeah.

Your life, how much is your life worth?

Why don't you just jot down
the dollar amount here?

- Do you have any idea?
- It ain't much, but...

See the pen?
That's a Valenti, one of the first.

That thing costs about $68,000.

68,000 dollars?

You didn't know that, did you?

So how am I gonna know
your worth unless you tell me?

I'm worth this case.

You know why that's worth 68 grand?

Because it has a reputation.
It has a name brand. It has an identity.

We get a case like this,
a litigation at this level,

I need lawyers who kill.

Lawyers with reputations walk
into a courtroom and intimidate.

I don't see you
in that picture, Mr. Cahill.

Mr. Abrams...

I fight to win. Some of your
other senior partners like Hill,

they're a little soft,
they work within limits.

You need someone
who isn't afraid of the wrong thing...

for the right reasons.

That's you?

You take it all. You give it to Hill.

Let him look at it, and I think
you could lead a support team.

Leader of the support team?

Yes, sir.

You know what? No.

No, that's just trumped up
paralegal bullshit.

I've done my time making copies.
I want Denning.

I want to be the handler, and I want
the goddamn generator fee for bringing it in.

Sit down.

Understand this.

You get a nine figure judgment,

or get a new job.

Done. Done.

Mr. Cahill.

- Enjoy the pen.
- You're gonna let me keep the pen?

You better go before I change my mind.

I want to find out who exactly
Denning's legal team is.

Let's dig in, find out
everything we can about them.

How far back? Three years? Five maybe?

- A decade's worth.
- Fuck.

Copy that.

Why do we use so much paper? I mean,
do we really need to print out this much?

Electronic copies can be tampered with.

Until the courts figure that nonsense out,
this firm uses paper.

We depose Denning in two days.

This is three weeks' worth
of research to comb through.

You... need a strategy.
If I may make a suggestion...

We're good. Thank you.

Do you mind asking Hatty to bring in
some dinner menus, please?

You were on your way out, right?

I'll fetch her for you.

All right.
Let's start with some cataloging.

This is the subpoenaed bank records.

Cross-reference his offshore accounts
with his tax returns, please.

You got a minute?

- Yeah, I'm all ears.
- In private?

What's going on, Doug?

So I was doing background checks
on this Denning discovery.

Guess whose name I caught.

Emily Hynes. Yeah.

Only took me two days
and a lexisnexis account to find that.

Yeah, well, Arthur Denning
has a lot of people working for him.

Yeah.

So your shady ex-girlfriend
just shows up out of the blue,

right around the same time you find
evidence on her billionaire boyfriend?

- Is this what I think it is?
- What are you asking me?

- Did you get this evidence from Emily?
- Emily has nothing to do with it.

- Then where did you get this?
- Why?

'Cause I think she fed it to you
for whatever reason.

No. No, Doug.

Fruit of the poisonous tree.
You taught me that.

Okay, we are under compulsory
evidence origin disclosure order.

Okay, in a case this massive,
all evidence has to be obtained legally.

Look, if I caught this trail,
others will, too.

Okay, you gotta get your shit in order.
Just listen to me. Listen to me.

The entire case rests on this.

We have a case here,
and we're gonna win it.

Yeah, well, you are playing with fire.

I don't know what's going on
between you two, but you gotta stop it.

- You gotta get her out of town.
- Okay, Doug. That'll be all. Thank you.

Hello. You live here?

No.

Why?

Do you know her?

No.

You lied to me twice. Take another look.

Are you a cop?

Do you know her or the man she's dating?

Who the fuck are you?

You've never seen her before?

No.

But I have seen you creeping around
here at night and if it happens again,

I'm calling the actual cops.

Have a good night.

- There you go.
- A bottle of Gaia?

That's right. 350 bucks a bottle.

That hurt, when you took
that gunshot wound to the chest?

Oh, my God.

Look, let's... No cooking tonight, okay?

Let's go out and celebrate
properly, you and me.

- Can I change?
- Nah. I think you should wear that.

Move.

This is not how I remember it!

- You want to go someplace else?
- I can barely hear anything you're saying.

Okay, I'm gonna go get some drinks.
I'll be right back.

Two vodka sodas, please. Thank you.

Hello.

Do I know you?

Don't ask a question
you already know the answer to.

Okay.

You have a good night.

You made an enemy you don't want.

Is that right?

Why don't you tell Arthur Denning that
this is some real amateur-hour bullshit.

What do you want?

- For you to drop this case.
- I'm not dropping this case.

You will recuse yourself
and resign from your firm.

And if I don't?

Your wife will never look
this happy again.

Have fun.

Hey.

- Sorry it took so long.
- That's okay. I made a friend.

Yeah?

Benjamin Cahill. How long has it been?
Like, ten years, I think.

Hi.

I was just getting cozy with your wife.

Yes, she said that she recognized me
from your profile picture.

- Isn't that crazy?
- Yeah, it's crazy.

Emily said that you guys met
freshman year at Tennessee?

- Yeah.
- We dated, actually.

But I think Ben got over me since then.

- So are you here by yourself?
- No, girls' night out.

You know, drinking and dancing and...

speaking of which,
I should probably go find them.

Okay. Well, it was nice to see you.

- It was lovely meeting you.
- You, too. You smell so nice.

- Oh, thank you. Ben?
- Okay.

Don't ever ignore my phone calls
or I'll tell her what happened.

- It was nice to see you, Emily.
- Bye.

I didn't know that was your type.

That's not my type.

Charlotte... you're my type.

She wears a lot of perfume.

- You gonna ask a girl to dance?
- Okay. Come on.

- Thank you.
- Yeah. What's going on?

Why did you never mention Emily?

When we talked about your ex-girlfriends,
you never brought her up.

We never talk about
anything really, I mean...

- especially since the...
- The baby?

Yeah.

The night I lost the baby,
I was sitting right here, remember,

and I was curled up in a little ball?

The pain was really unbearable that night.

And you came, and you knelt
and you looked at me, and you said...

that we needed to be brave...

and that from now on, it's just us.

I'll never forget that.

You made a promise that we
would be okay and it was just us.

Yeah, but we never talked
about the baby after that.

I know, Ben.

We didn't have to until now.

Again.

- Harder!
- What the fuck?

This is getting a little crazy.

I thought you said
you get off on violence.

Am I gonna have to hit myself
or are you gonna fucking do it?

Your ad said you liked it rough.
This just feels wrong.

Can I send these to myself?

No. These are for me...

to remember you by.

Get off me.

I thought you said
we were just getting started.

I want you to leave.

Now, before I call the cops
and show them how bad you beat me.

You're out of your mind.

Fuck.

Get it together.

Sir, this is Dr. Kroeher. I can understand
what you must be going through.

It's a lot to handle,
but I can tell you this.

You won't survive another day
without coming in.

Doesn't matter if it's this hospital or not.
You need medical attention.

Is that clear?

You're gonna sit here all night, bro?

Yeah, bro. You old enough to work here?

You old enough to mind your own business?

Hey, Anthony.

How about one of them cream sodas
you're so famous for?

Don't get up. Sit down.
I come here all the time.

- How's it going?
- It's all right. How you doing?

What's this?

- Glad you're putting it to use.
- Well, I'm trying.

Yeah. So how we doing?

Well... Firm's got a solid case,
no question.

Solid. But?

But Denning's lawyers

waited till last night to file a motion
to keep those internal docs out.

So you got a work around, do you?

No. No, not yet,
but I'm not gonna sleep until I do.

Well, you know,
this isn't about effort anyway.

It's about Denning.

You poked the bear.
Now he's restless and ready to come.

- So what would you do?
- I don't know.

Probably... call you.

You know, here's someone like you
been through so much, a major tragedy,

unthinkable...

but you come out the other side.
Many people wouldn't have made it.

You did. I knew that about you.
I knew it before you came into my office.

I might have not let you in otherwise.

Wait a second. So...

Hill giving me that meeting with you,
that was just some kind of a setup or what?

Setup? Come on. You're a public
defender, or you were one.

- Yeah.
- The hardest thing for a public defender

is whether or not he or she
is gonna make a dent of difference.

- Now, you did, every time.
- Feel like I'm a little bit in over my head.

No, you're not. Hey, let me tell you
the worst vice is advice.

I just been giving it to you.

Son, listen to me. You gotta shed
this distraction you're in now,

what's bothering you. Don't tell me.
Just shed it. You understand?

We're gonna have
to attack this motherfucker...

clip his claws.

Take his head,
and chop that fucking thing off.

We'll put it on the wall.

A trophy.

Okay.

- Okay. Now we're talking.
- All right. All right.

Call me anytime. And Anthony...

forget the cream soda once again?
See that? I knew you did.

You shed whatever's distracting you,
you'll be okay.

Good seeing you, son.

Hey.

Oh, I don't know what...

Okay.

What?

Wait. Wait.

No. No.

Oh, my God...

What the fuck am I gonna do?

- Jesus Christ.
- Oh, I'm so... I'm sorry.

Sorry. I was just gonna say what's up
to Hanna, and have some wine.

Yeah, she's not here right now.
She's supposed to be back later on.

- Okay, cool.
- I left my...

- my cellphone here last night.
- Cool.

Yeah.

I have a small confession to make.

I'm married and she's got
a boyfriend who isn't me.

So...

So I never saw you,
and we never had this conversation.

- All good.
- I would appreciate that.

All right. I'll see you later.

Hey!

Is that you?

What's wrong?

We need to talk.

What is it?

I screwed up.

I got mixed up in something
that I shouldn't have and...

Did you fuck her?

How did she die?

I don't know. Pills, I think.

It looks like she hit her head.

We worked so hard, Ben. You know,
and we just started to get ahead,

and then you throw it away to get involved
with an ex-girlfriend for a fucking case?

- I was doing this for us.
- Don't say that! That is insulting!

That's so insulting to me and my marriage!

There were other ways you
could've landed a case! You know that.

When I go out and I work a double shift,
that is for us! This was for you!

What do you think, baby?
What do you think?

You think if you, like,
land partner and you win a case,

that I'd feel differently
about you? Because...

I love you. I love you, rich or poor.

I love you, too.

I love you too, and I'm so sorry for this.

There was a text message.

It mentioned a meeting
at an art gallery at...

Maybe I could go over there and see
if I can try to piece this thing together.

- It's the only lead I got.
- And what if it doesn't lead anywhere?

In the next few days,
they're gonna find Emily's body.

The police are gonna get involved
and I'll have to admit everything.

So what do we do until then?

We act as normal as possible.

Okay? You go to work. I go to work.

Until I can figure something out,
we'll just leave her there.

Do you want some coffee?

Yeah. That'd be nice.

She remind you of someone you know?

- Yeah.
- Like most women, she's expensive.

Just a word. I just...

What the fuck happened back there?

Oh, this gentleman approached me,
said things as if he were the kidnapper.

I didn't want to chance it,
so I took action.

- That kidnapper was an art dealer.
- Yeah, I know that now. I'm aware of that.

But you know, he's getting medical attention
and compensation for his inconvenience.

Compensation? Are you fucking kidding me?
She could be dead because of you!

Jane, stop!

The kidnappers weren't there. If they were,
they had no intention of approaching me,

and time is precious. I don't think
these guys would waste it, do you?

And... it could have been a ruse
or a trick. I don't know, but...

as always, in matters like this,
I'll take things into my own hands.

My actions may appear
somewhat rash or foolish,

but I did what I believed was right.

So this now is the situation
we find ourselves in.

I want Emily back,
and I want her back, now.

So how are we going to accomplish this,
Joe? Can you enlighten me?

No, Giffords, I can't tell you why. I just
need you to hack Emily Hyne's profile,

and erase any communication
between the two of us, okay?

- Yeah, I understand but it's not possible.
- What do you mean it's not possible?

- You hacked Visa, for God's sakes.
- Yeah, I can hack anyone, okay?

But your talks with her are all online,

which means that your chats are broken up
into 10,000 little bytes and pieces.

I can't erase all that.
Delete the messages on your end.

I'll ghost her account and try
and work out the rest, okay?

Are you serious right now?
Everyone's waiting for you.

- Ben!
- Yeah, all right.

Who is this?

Why did you answer?

Mr. Denning, what happened?
Where's your troop?

I was expecting an army.

Well, your expectations have often
been your downfall, Charles.

Well, I'd rather have faulty expectations

than sell faulty pharmaceuticals.

But then again, that's just me.

Let the record reflect
that we have filed a civil suit

on behalf of the named plaintiffs

against Arthur Denning
of Pierson Pharmaceuticals.

Let's begin by confirming
your identity for the record.

Your name is legally Arthur Denning?

- Would you like him to repeat the question?
- I'd prefer if we spoke off the record.

Okay.

New events have come to light
that change the nature of this allegation.

Such as?

Well, I could elaborate,
but I would prefer if Mr. Cahill did.

It's curious, isn't it,
that she was drawn to us both?

What the hell you talking about?

What is this?

I understand you're in possession of files
that were illegally stolen from my computer.

Everything was obtained legally

and submitted to you in discovery.

Really? Everything?

Everything.

The woman who brought
that evidence to you...

where is she now?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You know you're cornered, Arthur.

Answer the questions... on the record.

I haven't been able
to reach her, have you?

No?

Charles, I am prepared to settle

the class-action certification right now.

- Mr. Denning, is that...
- You're admitting fault?

$300 million to the class members.

One third will take care
of your attorney fees,

and within 24 hours, the $400 million
will be wired to your trust account.

Okay. We're gonna need
both sides to agree on this

and have the judge sign
for the class settlement.

Oh, in this town, I think you'll find
a judge that will be able to do that.

- I don't understand why you're doing this.
- 'Cause we got something he wants.

Yeah, in exchange for a settlement,

we sign a confidentiality,

then we return the evidence
to Mr. Denning,

including the files
that were "hypothetically..."

taken from his computer.

No risk of criminal prosecution.

Then we're done.

Ciao.

Did he just buy back the evidence?

Yes, he did, and he did it legally.

At least you're rich. Live with that.

Congratulations.

Aside from the suicide attempt
a few years ago,

did Emily seem relatively stable?

Yeah, I guess so. Seemed okay.

Did you two have sex regularly?

How is that relevant?

Well, she's still missing,
so everything is.

She mixed quite a cocktail for herself.

Oxy, Rits, Vics, Ads, uptake inhibitors,

and a whole lot of colors
I have never seen before.

So what are you getting at?

She either spontaneously developed
every mental disorder on the planet,

or something in her life, maybe someone,

was scaring her.

Yeah, I know what you're getting at.

I own a pharmaceutical company,
but I didn't prescribe those, okay?

So why aren't you out there
looking for her?

I've got to be honest here. It doesn't
seem like you even care if we find her.

After 48 hours, the chances of
recovering her are increasingly difficult.

Emily can be difficult and I love her.

If anything, her being difficult
is the thing I love most.

Weird, isn't it?

You've reached Charlotte.
Leave a message after the beep.

Hey, honey, it's me. Give me a call.

Emily?

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Police! Open the door!

This is the New Orleans Police Department!
We have a warrant to search your home!

You have 30 seconds to come out!

Clear!

Clear.

We have a dead body in here!

Clear.

Clear.

Fuck.

You didn't do it, right?

No, I didn't do it.

I gotta ask the question, man. I'm sorry.

- Jesus Christ.
- I told you not to get involved with her.

- You knew Emily was crazy.
- I know! I know!

I should have listened to you.
All right? It was stupid.

If the cops catch you with this, they're
gonna shoot first, ask questions later.

Just get the fuck outta here with that.

- Thank you. You're a good friend.
- I know. I know. I know.

Fucking dumb friend,
that's what I am. Jesus.

I just spent three hours with detectives.

I don't know if there's anything
more I can say.

We just have a few more questions.

Did your husband ever mention
Emily Hynes before?

I'm sorry. Who exactly are you?
I'm her attorney.

Joe Bilson. My associate,
Jane Clemente, kidnap and rescue.

So you're not cops?

We're privately contracted
by Arthur Denning...

She has no comment,

and you have no place being here,
so I suggest you leave.

You do realize the woman
discovered dead in this house

was a woman her husband
was having an affair with?

Mr. Denning is willing to offer
aid in her legal expenses

if she's willing to help us find him.

This is a manhunt,
and he is a fugitive at large.

You're not gonna touch her.

We spoke with Emily's neighbor.
What was her name?

Amy Campbell.

Seems Ms. Campbell saw Ben
at Emily's loft on numerous occasions.

Ms. Cahill, you may think you have
the complete picture, but you don't.

Guys, I can file a motion if you need me to,
or I can just tell you right now.

Fuck off.

If you change your mind, you call us?

Yeah, the cops keep circling my house.
It's freaking me out.

Can I come stay with you tonight?

Yeah. Yeah, it's my neighbor Hanna.

Or whatever her name was. They still
haven't figured out what happened to her.

Yeah, I don't know. It's freaking me out.
I don't want to stay here tonight. Just...

No!

Oh, my God.

Help me!

Help me! Help!

No.

Do you have any idea
of what's happening here?

The entire city is hunting for this guy!

We find him first before the cops do.

You know what he's got
and what he could use it for.

I'm not gonna stand by
and watch this settlement fall apart!

If we don't find him,
lot of people are gonna get hurt.

Understand? Understand?

Incoming!

- Incoming!
- Incoming!

26-year-old female.
Multiple trauma, skull fracture.

- Maybe her clavicle is broken, too.
- Moving to trauma two!

- Need 100% oxygen!
- 125 milligrams of solu-medrol, I.V. push.

How long's she been down?
I need an answer!

- I'm not sure.
- She got a name?

- Amy Campbell.
- What? What happened to her?

I'm sorry I didn't clean her up better.

Amy, I need you to lay down.
You've had an accident.

- Do you remember what happened to you?
- Honey, lay down.

Did you see what happened?
Did you see the person that did this?

- Were you beaten?
- Hey! Step back!

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

I thought that I could handle this, Ben...

But I can't.

I just can't.

It's just you and me. It's just us.

Are you sure

that that girl that they brought
into the ICU is Emily's neighbor?

Her name is Amy Campbell

and somebody has massacred her, Ben.

Someone who knows what we did.

She saw me at Emily's place.
She can I.D. me.

As terrible as it sounds,
she can't wake up until I fix this.

- All right, baby, I love you.
- I love you, too.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What the fuck? What? Dr. Hughes!
Dr. Hughes! Room two!

- I don't know what happened.
- She's coding. Get the crash cart! Go. Go.

I'll get the bags!

Come on. Don't die on me.
Come on. Stay with me.

Can I help you with something?

Next time, you should phone me
before you come here.

Article 7-14 of the standard
practice of code of ethics

says we may not talk off the record.

All right, here's what's gonna go down.
We're gonna settle.

I'm gonna give you everything that I got,

all the evidence that we got
against you, legal, illegal.

And the manner in which you were able
to cover up all the shit that you've done.

I'd love to help you
but there's just one small problem.

Yeah? What's that?

I don't have the faintest fucking clue
what you're talking about.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Emily was gonna extort you

and you found out
and you got your feelings hurt,

so you killed her
and then you framed me for it.

Well, I did not kill Emily,

although I can tell by the conviction
in your voice you think I did.

You know, I just realized something.

It's so funny.

Emily kidnapped herself, didn't she?
Of course.

I mean, in retrospect,
it makes total sense, doesn't it?

Of course, when you love someone,
you tend to overlook the obvious,

but that's it.

Poor old Emily.

She was testing me to see
if I would bring the money for her.

But she didn't live long enough
to see what I would do.

Pity. Kind of sad
that she involved you, too.

So why did you send that guy
to come intimidate me at the club?

Oh, come on.
I have a net worth of $8.7 billion.

Do I look like a man who would hire
street thugs to do his dirty work?

I never wanted any of this.

Of course you didn't. I'm sure you didn't.

You're married,
and you got involved with an ex-lover

whom you must have known
wasn't too tightly wrapped,

not playing with a full deck
of cards, as they say,

with deep mental and emotional
disturbances and issues

and all that googly crap we talk about.

You got involved because
you wanted to shine in court.

Probably fill some gigantic hole
in your dreary, insipid, lackluster life.

You know, you knew the risks,
but you proceeded anyway.

It rained, and you got wet,
and I have no sympathy.

Now that you are down a rabbit hole,
the only question I have is...

how far are you willing to go to get out?

Like the man said,

"it's better to go too far

than not far enough."

Stalin.

911 operator. What is your emergency?

- Hello?
- Yeah, look...

Sir? I can't quite hear you.
Can you repeat that?

Motherfucker! Come here!

- Hey.
- Hey, baby.

Charlie.

Everything's gonna be okay, all right?

Hold on.

Who are you?

Hey! I said who the fuck are you?

When they find you, you're looking
at three counts of murder one!

That's death in this state!

Something tells me
I got a better lawyer than you.

Why did you kill Emily?

I didn't. I moved her.

Why?

You really don't know.

Don't you touch her! Hey!

Hey, Charlie, look at me!

No! No!

You son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill you!

Why are you doing this?

How is what I do any different
than what you do, Mr. Cahill?

You think you're a righteous man
but you're not.

You're just confused.

There is no right, no wrong.

Only what is true.

Die, you fucker! Die!

Help. We need help.

We need help!

You're gonna be okay, baby.

- I'm gonna come back to get you.
- Don't leave me, Ben.

- Ben. Ben.
- Sir, are you all right?

Don't leave me.

- Okay.
- Sir?

Is she gonna make it?

- I don't know.
- Listen, man, just leave town. You have to.

Listen, no, I'm not going anywhere until
I figure out who did this. Do you hear me?

Now, I've got the laptop
from the guy who tried to kill me.

I'm gonna send you an encrypted file
and I need you to try to decipher it.

Okay. Why?

Because I think
I figured out who did this...

and I just need the proof.

Been reading about you
here in the paper, manhunt.

Fuck you.

- You want some coffee?
- Listen to me.

- Is everything all right here, Mr. Abrams?
- Yeah, everything's fine, Susie, just fine.

No. Thank you for inquiring, honey.
Thank you.

- Let me know if you need me.
- I sure will. Keep your eye on us, too.

I will.

You...

You've looked better.

I should fucking put you in the ground.

Oh, boy, you got evidence
against you, son.

Direct, circumstantial.
It's all over the place, son. It's...

It's just not in your favor.
Oh, I forget, the motive, too.

Why did you do it?
Why did you do this to me?

What? Do what?
I didn't do anything to you.

I killed somebody because of you.

Oh, no. You did that on your own.

No. No.

You did this to me, and I can prove it.

- You can prove it?
- I can prove it.

Be my guest.

I didn't kill Emily.

Any good lawyer will tell you
it doesn't matter what is.

It's what "is" looks like.

There was a biker, a man on a motorcycle,

who tried to bury me underneath a church.

- Yeah?
- Anyway, I snapped his neck.

You know him?

I've never heard of him, no.

No, I think you do because you hired him.

Unfortunately for you, this guy also kept

a very detailed expense report
on his laptop, just like an accountant.

See, I got a tech guy who was able
to trace the accountant

right back to you.

I smell a blackmail here.
Yeah, is that what you're doing?

- Blackmailing me?
- You think I'm blackmailing you?

- Why the fuck would I blackmail you?
- Listen, never bullshit a bullshitter, son.

- You know how I built my reputation?
- How did you build your reputation?

Breaking down every crooked banker

and CEO sociopath
this side of the Mason-Dixon,

bullshitting me every day of the week.

You know, I do the wrong thing
for the right reasons just like you.

Who do you think you'll be
without your reputation?

Reputation, Mr. Cahill,
is an idle impression,

is "oft got without merit,
lost without deserving."

- There's some Shakespeare for you.
- Yeah.

Can you handle it?
I'll take care of my reputation.

What's gonna really bog us down now, buddy

is you thinking...

having the audacity...

and the profound ignorance
to think you can take me down.

We got company.

The state of Louisiana from 1979 till now,

has executed 659 criminals,
some of them guilty,

with eight waiting in line,
queued up, ready to go next.

I'm waiting for you to join them.

My profound ignorance uncovered something.

You been working with Arthur Denning
the whole time,

taking bribes,
throwing cases for him for years.

And now he's hanging you out to dry.
You are done.

I'm gonna crucify you and you know it.

You sure you want to play
this game with me?

You should probably run
while you still have a chance.

Fuck you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You're in my church now,
and I suggest you leave it.

Mr. Abrams.

- George. Hey, George...
- Keep your hands on the table.

What's going on?

- You're not gonna give me a manicure, are you?
- Now, on the table.

Well, this is embarrassing
for both of us, I think.

I will crucify you. Believe me, I will.

Enjoy your pen.

- Go ahead, motherfucker!
- Mr. Abrams, I need you to put that down!

Didn't know I had that in me, did you?

Put it on the ground
and back away from the weapon.

It has come to this, hasn't it?

It has come to this.

You do the wrong thing
for the right reasons.

You stretch yourself...

beyond the limits.

You want to see a man ain't got no limits?

You're going to jail.

Criminals go to jail.

I'm sorry about this, 'cause...

I don't like this kind of thing.

Please pardon...

the theatrics.

I'm not gonna stand by
and watch this settlement fall apart!

If we don't find him,
a lot of people gonna get hurt.

- Understand?
- I understand, Charles.

You having second thoughts?

I'm dying.

I know that.

Why'd you ever come work for me?

I agreed to work for you because I thought
you and I wanted the same thing...

the truth.

There's no truth in the law.

Everybody lies.

Stop searching for it.

Ain't gonna find it, so...

Neither will you.

I'm gonna miss you, too, Dougie.
Yep. Yeah.

Look, look, it's not like we're
moving to China, all right?

We're just moving a couple hours away.

How about we facetime on the weekends?
How's that sound?

All right. All right. You're a good man,
Dougie. I'll see you later.

Hey.

Hey. What's wrong?

I'm gonna ask you this one time...

and I need you to tell me the truth.

Okay.

Why does this smell like Emily's perfume?

I mean, you don't even wear perfume.

It was an accident.

I went to confront Emily,
and she was weird.

She was high...

and she slapped me.

And I was so mad at her...

and you.

The guy in the church, he knew.

In the back of your mind,
I thought that you knew, too.

I pushed her.

She fell.

Her head hit the table
and she didn't get up.

I could have helped her...

but I didn't help her
because I thought that if she...

if her heart stopped beating...

then mine...

would stop hurting.

It kind of did.

It's okay.

It's just us.

Well, we've got a busy day
ahead of us tomorrow.

I'm gonna finish packing.