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Help!!

Hi. I'm Maxine, and I'm an addict.

Hi, Maxine.

I haven't taken a pill
in 19 months and 5 days.

But, um... but this...

These past six days
have been really rough.

Someone died at work, and, uh...

I just have to remember
that this, too, shall pass.

Thanks for coming.

You used that line on Naomi last night?

You figured that out fast.

I spotted you two playing
tonsil hockey in your office.

Is she as good as I remember?

As a lawyer, of course.

New case for you... Leo Scarlata.

15 years into a life sentence

for torching his family's restaurant.

The fire killed one man,
injured another.

Arson... Frankie will enjoy that.

I don't see how it warrants
special delivery.

Defense wanted to argue
diminished capacity,

and the judge didn't allow it,
despite Leo's IQ being only 73.

- A significant cognitive impairment.
- That, it is.

That's exactly the kind of defendant
that gets bulldozed by the system.

- Right again.
- Facts about the case?

Solid, but not rock solid.

Well, send the files to my office.

Just one more thing.

Meet Paul Slatkin.

He's making a documentary
about Leo's incarceration.

And, hopefully, exoneration.
It's a pleasure meeting you.

This is my cameraman... Simon.

They'll be filming your investigation.

I am not spending five days

with these gadflies
following my every move.

You will if you want to work the case.

I can help.

I've been filming Leo and his family

for the past two years.

I've interviewed him,
his attorneys, family members.

I can give you access to all of them.

Great! Then you can stay
the hell away from Leo and me.

This will be great publicity
for the CIU.

Do you have the release?

After the Dan Harris interview meltdown,
why would you even risk this?

This time, the only ass truly
on the line is Leo Scarlata's.

Even at your most self-sabotaging,

you'd never hurt someone like him.

You are so calculating
and manipulative and...

- Right?
- That too.

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They're gonna be here all week?

You better get your roots done.

You look like a Ken Doll with stubble.

Get to it, already.

Um, the prosecution argued

that Leo snuck into
the restaurant at 3:00 A.M.,

lit a rag, threw it in the deep fryer,

- and walked away.
- Motive?

Revenge. Leo was angry at his two...

...brothers for demoting him
to the kitchen,

for accidentally spilling
hot tea on a customer.

Can you, uh, close that?

The... The glare is kind of...

Blinding? Who knew?

Fatality and the injured man...

either of them connected to Leo?

Errol Jordan was a homeless man
who had the bad luck

of sneaking into the basement
and fell asleep.

Karl Wimer was passing by,
ran in to save Jordan,

- and got severely burned.
- Talk to me about the defense.

They argued
Leo grew up in the restaurant.

His parents started it,

raised him and his brothers there.

The three boys were inseparable
their whole lives.

That didn't change 'cause of
a bunch of spilled tea.

Anthony, the youngest brother,

shared an apartment with Leo.

He testified Leo was asleep
when the fire started.

Unfortunately,
when your alibi's provided

by an adoring brother...

You have no alibi.

I'm sorry. Was I blocking
the board the whole time?

You want me to start again?

That'd be great. Thanks.

Also, the judge tied the defense's hands

by refusing to let them argue
diminished capacity.

Can you explain to us
the meaning of that term?

We know what it means, you know
what it means. Why explain it?

For the audience.

In criminal law,
"diminished capacity" means

the accused is incapable of formulating

the specific intent to commit the crime.

So that's a different argument
than actual innocence?

Yes. It would've reduced
Leo's sentence substantially.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is what
we call "unnecessary exposition."

I'll investigate the fire.

- Could be an accident instead of arson.
- Take Maxine with you.

Sam, talk to the judge about
her, uh, ruling on capacity.

Tess, get all the parasite's
interview transcripts from the case.

I'll go talk to Leo.

Y-You're going in four different
directions. I've only got one cameraman.

I've only got five days.
You're on your own.

Let's go.

Thank you so much.

So, when would you like to do
your one-on-one interview?

Never.

It'll only be five minutes, tops.

You get to film
CIU's investigation... period.

Didn't realize you were
so traumatized by it.

By what?

Growing up in the White House,

all the cameras around all the time.

Eh...

What bothers me is
how my team acts around you.

That and your delusion.

Delusion? In what way?

You think you're helping Leo,
as opposed to exploiting him.

This is an important story
that needs to be told,

and I've been working on it
for the past two years

without seeing a dime.

But you intend to...
eventually... see a dime.

Hopefully, a whole lot of dimes.

Would I like this to be the next
"Making a Murderer"? Sure.

That doesn't mean I don't care.

No, just that your caring is...

financially motivated...
ergo, exploitation.

I can't win with you, can I?

Feel free to stop playing the game.

Where do you think you're headed?

With you, to the prison.

They're not gonna let you in.

We have clearance to film there.

I think someone might have
called and gotten that revoked.

Bye.

- I'm Vince.
- Hayes.

My wife... Rita.

Thanks so much for looking into
my brother's case.

It means a lot to us.

Hi. I'm Hayes.

Unh.

What happened to your pants, Leo?

Clearly, some animals here stole them.

I need to hear it from him. Leo?

The guard's bringing another pair.

I-I-I don't want
to get anyone in trouble.

It's okay.

You can tell me.

The other guys got angry 'cause I
wanted to sleep with a night light.

- I don't like the dark.
- Me neither.

I slept with the bathroom light
on until I was 15.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

I need to ask you some questions
about the fire. Is that okay?

I didn't do it. I didn't
have matches or anything.

I know, but the fire started

because someone lit something
and threw it in the deep fryer.

I would never do that. Fire's dangerous.

Well, maybe you made a mistake?

No. I always follow the rules.

Vince and Anthony and me,
we grew up in that restaurant.

It's our home.

Anthony... that's your other brother?

Uh-huh. I have two brothers
and my cat... Meatball.

And does Anthony come
and visit you, too?

Yes. But not with Vince and Rita.

They don't really talk anymore.

He's just a little too busy
counting his money.

You... want an M&M?

Thank you.

- Judge Hinds?
- Hey, do you have a minute?

This is my time, Mr. Spencer.
I got to get my 10,000 steps.

I'll keep up. Leo Scarlata...
we're reviewing his case.

He's got an IQ of 73, which is on
the lower end of the spectrum.

Not low enough to qualify
for diminished capacity.

IQ tests are notoriously subjective.

Another tester might have
given him a lower score.

Or higher.

I can appreciate
what you're trying to do,

but regardless of his IQ,
Mr. Scarlata's where he belongs.

He's getting beaten up
on a regular basis in Sing Sing.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Individuals like Mr. Scarlata

don't belong in a psych facility
or on the street.

But need I remind you, a man died.

He doesn't belong in prison.

The law doesn't agree with you,
Mr. Spencer.

Have a nice day.

Between the fire
and the firemen putting it out,

the place was totaled.

40 years, my parents
kept this place going,

and overnight, we're out of business.

That must have been devastating.

It destroyed my family.

I mean, Leo went to prison,

Vince walked away from the business.

I mean, I went from spending every
waking hour with my brothers

to hardly ever seeing them.

Looks a lot like the old place.

I kept the layout the same
as when my mom ran the kitchen,

so now when I come in in the morning,
it's like I'm a kid again.

Yeah.

Well, the fire investigator
followed a protocol...

went from the least-burned areas
to here, the most damaged.

He thought this "V" pattern on the wall

indicated a high-speed burn.

That's why he ruled arson.

And he decided the deep fryer
was the point of origin.

So, how did the fire get
from here to the deep fryer?

Max, can you turn that fan on
for me, please?

Doesn't seem that the flame
could ever travel that far.

- No.
- What does that mean?

The fire was deliberate. This was arson.

It doesn't mean that Leo started it.

Yeah, well, whoever did...

used something to ignite the blaze,

like a, uh...

like a kitchen rag.

And then he threw it
into the deep fryer.

Grease fires get smoky very fast.

The victim, Mr. Jordan, would've
woken up in the smoky basement,

while upstairs, plumes of hot air
and gas were being built up.

The door was locked.

Mr. Jordan would've screamed for help.

Our Good Samaritan, Karl,
heard the screams outside, ran in.

The door to the basement was locked.

He tried to break it down but couldn't.

At that point,
the fire reached flashover.

It became so intense,
Karl had to give up,

but when he tried to get out,
he got lost in the smoke,

finally collapsing near here,

the site of another low burn.

These bins... What was in them?

Recycling... cans, bottles,
used cooking oil.

They used to be plastic
instead of metal.

Oh.

You had a hood like this
back then, right?

Yeah. It was regulation
back in 2001... same as today.

If the fire started at the deep fryer,

a hood like this
would've slowed it way down,

maybe even put it out.

What if the fire started somewhere else?

Like in a barrel of used cooking oil.

Fire went up the wall,
across the ceiling,

through the vent hood,

flames shot out above the deep fryer.

No hood extinguisher
could've stopped that.

Maybe the fire started
right here... the oil bins.

As opposed to the deep fryer.

Yeah.

This is where they found Karl.

Maybe Karl didn't try to save anyone,

because he's the one that set the fire.

Maybe he stayed
to watch his creation burn

until it caught up with him.

So, Leo's not off the hook, but...

But our Good Samaritan sure
looks like a good suspect.

_

You think Karl got trapped
and burned by a fire he started?

Happens all the time.

Hey, where's Sam and Tess?

Still reviewing the transcripts
from Paul's interviews.

So far, they haven't found
anything not in the court record.

They seem bored out of their minds.

Uh, Maxine, can you tilt the screen?

I'm getting a...

Oops.

I can either film this later...

Apologies. So juvenile.

Frankie, go on.

Karl's a solid suspect.

You know, arsonists get off
on being close to the flames...

...feeling the power.

What are you doing?

Just feeling the...

...power.

I'm sorry.

Actually, I'm not sorry.
This is fun. You want to try?

All right.

I get it.

Forget it.

You... are... a...

What was Karl's motive?

He has no record for arson or vandalism.

He doesn't have a criminal record,

but he does have a hero record.

A month before the Scarlata fire,

Karl pulled a 12-year-old girl
out of heavy surf at Jones Beach.

And before that, he saved
his neighbor by administering CPR.

- Could be coincidence.
- Three times in less than a year?

Either Karl is Batman...

Or there's no such thing as a hero.

Mm.

How do you like working in CIU?

It's great... very rewarding.

What about working for Hayes Morrison?

More of the same.

Sounds a bit canned,

especially since, uh,
she stole your job.

It's ancient history.

All right, let's, uh, move on
to more recent history.

Your last case...
things ended rather tragically.

You're talking about
George Stayner's suicide?

Yes.

Is that really relevant?

I want the audience to understand
the stakes for you at this job.

Sometimes, it's literally life or death.

Has anything like that
ever happened to you before?

I've been to a lot of crime scenes,

I've seen bodies, but...

actually seeing it happen...

Do you think there's anything
you could've done differently?

- Not me, no.
- You were with Maxine, right?

Yeah. There's nothing
she could've done, either.

I mean, the guy was going to prison,
he knew he couldn't handle it.

Do you think she could have
tried harder to talk him down?

Maxine tends to attack
every problem head-on,

which usually works for her,
but, you know...

So, you think if she had been
a more-skilled negotiator,

the man might still be alive?

That's not what I said.

You know what? Let's, uh...
Let's back up, delete it, start again.

No. No, no. This is great stuff.

I-I'm really interested
in your take on Leo's case.

Unless, of course, you... you want me

to stop the interview?

No.

You actually think I'd risk my life

just to get my picture
in the Daily News?

You didn't plan on risking your life.

Fire spread quick. You got trapped.

I got trapped because
I ran into a burning building

when I heard someone screaming.

A building you happened
to be walking by at 3:00 A.M.?

I was in a band,
our gigs would run late.

I... I'd be too amped up to sleep,

so I'd go for these long walks
to wind down.

Yeah, publicity you got playing hero

must have been good for your band, huh?

Hey, what I got from "playing the hero"

was six months in a burn unit,

having my wounds debrided
with an iron brush.

I-I-I get that you believe
Leo doesn't belong in prison,

but trust me...
he definitely started that fire.

If you weren't there until
after the fire started burning,

- how could you know?
- Because he told me.

H-He wrote me letters
when I was in the hospital...

said he was sorry.

He confessed.

Look who's here.

We got our shooting
credentials restored.

Goodie!

Hi, Leo.

Leo, why did you send these letters
to Karl if you didn't start the fire?

Uh, he was hurt real bad,
and I wanted him to feel better.

You said that you felt sorry
that he was hurt.

You wrote that.

I-It was really sad

what happened to him and the other guy.

When something sad happens,
you're supposed to say "Sorry."

Leo, did you start the fire?

No! I told you.

Then why did you say you didn't
mean for him to get hurt?

I told you...

because I felt bad for him
that he was in the hospital.

Leo, do you know the difference
between right and wrong?

Did you know how to turn on the stove?

My dad taught me
never to play with the stove.

Someone could get hurt.

Someone did get hurt.

Leo, do you swear
you didn't start the fire?

I pinkie-swear it.

You uncovered
a totally new point of origin

for the fire at the restaurant kitchen.

Is that right?

Uh... yeah.

It's pretty cool, you know,
using science to uncover the truth.

Where'd your interest
in all this stem from?

Oh, I got into forensics when...

...when I was locked up.

Oh, right.

You... You were incarcerated...
uh, three years, Queensboro?

Yeah. Yeah, grand-theft auto.

But... But, you know,
my... my cellmate, Rey,

he put me onto the "Forensic Files,"

and there was only one TV on the block,

so we kind of watched
together every day.

I-I got hooked.

Guess Rey helped you
find your purpose, huh?

Yeah.

I mean, without this,

who knows where I'd be right now?

He, um...

pretty much saved my life.

Damn.

Damn.

Damn.

Did he ever get into trouble
when you guys were growing up?

No. Nothing serious.

...a couple of kids were...

You know, kids can be jerks.

...got mad because we wouldn't
let him in our tree house.

Damn.

You're gonna want to see this.

Found this on Paul's computer.

Uh, future reference...
consent to pull it out

doesn't equal consent to stick it in.

What were you doing on Paul's computer?

Did he ever get into trouble
when you guys were growing up?

No. Nothing serious.

Pushed a couple of kids for teasing him.

You know, kids can be jerks.

Once, Leo got mad

'cause we wouldn't let him
in our tree house.

We didn't want him to fall and get hurt.

He didn't understand.

Later, after we left,
he set the tree house on fire.

That is a similar prior act.

More like an identical act.

Leo has a history of
starting fires when he's angry.

Paul and Leo's brothers
knew it all along.

_

Leo setting fire to the tree house

parallels him
setting fire to the restaurant.

It is beyond damaging,
and you withheld it.

That story would never
be allowed in court.

I don't care about the court.
I care about the truth...

- Clearly, an alien concept to you.
- Hayes, I think it's...

He buried footage that makes Leo
look guilty... hid it from us.

Your employee stole footage from me
worth thousands of dollars.

That's felony theft.

Who made that valuation... your mother?

Calm down.

Okay, look, I'm trying to help Leo

and, in the process,
hundreds of others like him,

who are being railroaded by the system

because they lack the wherewithal
to protect themselves.

And if you have to lie to do it...

People with intellectual disabilities

make up nearly 3%
of the general population,

but it's almost triple that
in the prison population.

That's not a lie. That is a fact!

One that you're up-front with
because it supports your agenda.

You agree with his agenda.

Noble intentions don't make it okay

to withhold information
or obscure the truth.

My job as a filmmaker

is to tell Leo's story
in an impactful way.

Giving you a free pass

to manipulate the audience,
Leo, his family...

anything to ensure that
your movie gets a happy ending

so someone buys it.

That is all you care about,

because underneath the empathy
for people like Leo,

you're a whore.

- And I'm done.
- Hayes.

I choose the cases, remember?
I'm unchoosing this one.

You can't do that. We had an agreement.

Then you're a whore, too.

Get that out of my face!

Vince spends his whole life

taking care of and protecting Leo

and then throws him
under the bus on-camera?

- Why?
- Maybe it was an innocent slip.

No such thing.

Where's Paul?

Out buying a new camera.

What if Vince wanted to make sure

that Leo wasn't exonerated,

make sure the truth wouldn't come out?

You think Vince lit the fire,
let Leo take the fall?

The insurance payout did have
a lot of zeros after it.

I found something odd.

Vince didn't deposit
his insurance payout.

He signed it over
to Powell & Associates.

I called to ask about the transaction,

but as soon as I said I was CIU...

They hung up on you?

How'd you know?

Their business is money laundering.

They hire Ivy League attorneys

to hide money for
superrich corporate titans.

They recruited heavily
from my law school.

Vince was definitely not super-rich.

I'll take care of Powell.
You keep digging on Vince.

Getting right back on your horse.

Good for you!

Where are you going?

To the bathroom. I'll be right back.

Oh, actually, I might be a while.

I'm big on whole grains.

Okay.

So, what kind of cop are you?

Second-generation.

No complaints, no problems.

I'm proud of my time.

You liked being a cop. Why retire?

I was ready to move on.

You okay?

Yeah. I just...
I tweaked my back last week.

Did that, uh, happen during
the George Stayner incident?

You remember the George Stayner
incident, right?

He killed himself in front
of me, so yeah, I remember.

Sam suggested you might have been able

to handle that situation better...

maybe if you'd been less aggressive.

Sam said that?

Do you feel responsible
for what happened?

A man died that day.

I'm not interested

in helping you make that
into entertainment.

Ms. Morrison. Glen Powell.

I know an associate of yours
called the office.

However, we're bound
by client-privacy regulations.

I'm here on a personal matter.

My co-op board

wants to restructure
the shareholder contract

to safeguard against owners

renting to the Airbnb types.

_

Do you know how long it would take you

to draft us a new contract?

_

About a week... tops.

_

You can't take that!

Sure I can.

Just like I'm sure I can have
the Feds crawling up your ass

in less than 10 minutes.

Money laundering is like catnip
to the Justice Department.

Or you can tell me

where Vince Scarlata
was stashing his money.

Vince had the funds
transferred to Ace Den.

It's a high-roller casino...
very hush-hush.

Vince was a gambler?

Not a very good one.
He was in pretty deep.

That insurance payout saved his life.

_

You didn't tell us
the whole story, Mr. Scarlata.

What story's that?

We know about your secret.

I assume you're talking about
his gambling debt.

That hasn't been a secret
for a long time.

That still doesn't mean you
didn't burn the restaurant down.

Wait. You think I set the fire?

That restaurant was my father's
legacy, his life's work.

I could never burn that place down.

The insurance payout's
a pretty big motive.

You think I'd let my brother
rot in prison for money?

When our parents died,

I swore I would always protect him.

So, where were you the night
the restaurant caught fire?

The restaurant closes
at 10:00 every night,

so he was home around 11:30.

And he was asleep beside me
when we got the call about the fire.

- Are we done here?
- Yeah.

That's enough.

You want to check his alibi
at the building, or should I?

I don't know. Can you trust me?

What's that supposed to mean?

You never know how I'm gonna
react to a situation.

I might come across too aggressive.

I didn't mean it like that.

How did you mean it?

That's exactly what they want.

I don't give a damn who sees.

You have no idea what
that situation was like for me.

I was right there.

George had a gun 2 feet from my face.

I didn't know if he was gonna
shoot me or shoot himself.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I don't need your apology,

and I sure as hell don't need your pity.

Oh! Hold the door!

Hey. Vince's alibi checked out.

His doorman confirmed he was
at home when the fire started.

Makes Leo our prime suspect again.

Unless Vince set some kind of delaying
device to start the fire later.

Sam, you're blocking Frankie.

- Does that help?
- Could you... Nope.

Good.

Oops. I... I dropped my badge.

They annoy me.

- You can't avoid them forever.
- Don't bet on it.

When I was 16, the Secret Service

changed my code name
from "Halo" to "Houdini."

I'm guessing "Halo" was ironic?

Delayed-ignition devices... go.

There was nothing
in the original reports that...

Forget about reports. Go back
to the physical evidence.

I would if I could.
They were destroyed in...

You ready for this...?

a fire at the NYPD evidence warehouse.

The restaurant goes up
in flames, as does our case.

Maybe not.

What about Karl?
I mean, he was burned in the fire,

which means there'd be trace amounts

of any chemicals consumed
in that fire on his skin.

Burn units always take samples
in a suspected-arson case...

blood, hair, skin.

I'm sure they ran panels on him.

Get his records... anything you
can get your hands on.

- Mmhmm.
- If we learn more about the fire,

perhaps it will help us
figure out who started it.

All right.

Thank you.

Is Hayes Morrison easy to work with?

Easy? No.

Great? Yes.

She's a wild card, a force of nature...

exactly what the CIU needs.

This unit is devoted to making sure

there really is justice for all.

And that includes people with
diminished capacity, like Leo?

For everyone.

Injustice anywhere is a threat
to justice everywhere.

Sounds like the sound bite of a man
running for office in the near future.

No comment.

Any chance the U.S. Attorney's
ongoing investigation of you

might derail those plans?

Absolutely not.

Because they're not
going to find anything.

I re-ran chem panels on Karl's
blood and tissue samples...

found trace amounts of triethanolamine.

What does that mean?

Triethanolamine is a common emulsifier.

It's very stable.

That's why it's in everything

from dishwashing detergent to herbicide.

I took separate tubes
and mixed vegetable oil

with every item found in the restaurant

that contained triethanolamine.

In hopes that one of them will
cause a chemical reaction?

Exactly.

How... long has it been?

Two hours.

How long do we wait?

Uh...

What was in that test tube?

Kitty litter.

Meatball lived in the restaurant.

Vince could have dumped the kitty litter

into the oil bin, gone home,

and the fire would've started
long after he was gone.

Only, he was home by 11:30.

That mixture would've triggered
combustion inside of two hours.

The fire didn't start till 3:00 A.M.

Vince's alibi still stands.

According to
the restaurant's POS system,

another passcode logged off
around 1:00 A.M.

Leo?

No... Anthony Scarlata.

Why would Anthony set up his brother?

Framing Leo would've paved the way

for him to franchise the restaurant.

He made a fortune.

Sounds like motive to me.

_

About the other day...

We're good.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

We know you used kitty litter
and vegetable oil

to start the fire.

How would that even work?

It's easy enough to find
on the Internet.

You bought kitty litter earlier
the week of the fire.

We found the charge on your credit card.

I bought it for Leo...
for his cat, Meatball.

You had a cat at the restaurant?

I wanted to get rid of it,
but Leo loved the damn cat.

Wait. Was it Leo's job
to empty the cat litter?

Yeah.

Oh, my God. He...

He dumped it in the wrong bin.

He... He must have made a mistake.

It was an accident.

So, I understand you went to law school,

but you're not a lawyer.

No.

Why is that?

Seems like the logical next step.

What does this have to do
with Leo's case?

I'm just trying to get
a better understanding

of the people that are involved
in this investigation.

You have to pass the bar exam
to be a lawyer.

Well, it's a difficult exam.
Lots of great students...

I was an editor on Law Review
and graduated summa cum laude.

- There's nothing to be ashamed of.
- I'm not ashamed.

Not of that.

Tess, what are you ashamed of?

I went to law school
planning to be a prosecutor.

I wanted to put bad guys away.

Around the time of the bar exam,

one of those bad guys was released...

exonerated by DNA.

It was a surprise to me, because...

...it was my testimony
that had put him in prison.

When I sat down to take the bar exam,

all I could see was his face...

...an innocent man
whose life I had... ruined.

I didn't answer a single question.

So instead of putting bad guys
away, you do this?

Yes.

I've never told anyone that before. I...

I guess I didn't realize
that I needed to.

Sometimes, stories
that have tragic beginnings

have happy endings.

I have good news.

We've been able to prove
the fire was an accident.

So I can go home now?

- Yes.
- Not yet.

First, you need to make a statement
admitting your mistake.

Then the D.A. will file a motion
that reduces your sentence.

- My... My... My mistake?
- That the fire started

because you threw the kitty
litter in the wrong trash bin.

No! I didn't do that.

It's okay, Leo. It was
right beside all the other bins.

- It could've happened to anyone.
- No, it didn't happen!

I-I know I'm not smart,
but I-I know how to listen.

I follow the rules.

But you did clean the cat's
litter box that night, right?

Yes, but I didn't do anything wrong.

You have to say it,
or you can't go home.

I-I did... I didn't do anything wrong!

I... Anthony said if I didn't
take care of Meatball

that he'd give him away,
so I did it right...

all the time!

- Leo...
- All the time!

Leo, if you don't admit this mistake,

we can't legally argue with a judge

that you didn't
intentionally start the fire.

I-I followed the rules.

I'm not gonna say I didn't.

I took the stairs.

- You okay?
- Never better.

For what it's worth, thank you.

You did everything
humanly possible for Leo.

Except get him out of prison.

Wasn't your fault.

Who cares whose fault it is?
Doesn't make it suck any less.

You really care about Leo, don't you?

He doesn't belong in prison.

Well, he won't budge
off what he thinks is right.

Almost reminds me of you.

I wish I had half his heart.

D...

Do you ever stop?!

_

I already told you...
I didn't make a mistake.

I'm not changing my mind.

Do you know...

what this is?

Oh, it's my chore chart
from the restaurant.

From the night of the fire.

One of the rules was that you do
everything on this chart, right?

Right.

And that you do them exactly
as you were told, right?

Yes. I always follow the rules.

What about this one?

Bin "B" was the oil bin.

You put the kitty litter in here.

I don't understand.

I-I was following the rules.

We got these charts from
the computer at the restaurant

earlier in the week of the fire.

Where does it say for you
to throw away the kitty litter?

Bin "A."

But the night of the fire was different.

I was following the rules.

It's not your fault.

Leo, who used to make up
the chore charts?

That... That was Rita's job.

Oh.

Did she make a mistake, too?

The fire wasn't an accident.

You told Leo to put kitty litter
in the oil bin.

You made the chore chart.
You knew he'd follow it, no matter what.

No.

Rita loves Leo.
She'd never use him like that.

You knew if he put
the kitty litter in the oil bin,

the restaurant would go up in flames.

Just tell her you didn't do it.

Do it.

Rita, tell her you didn't do it.

I had no idea
that somebody was gonna die...

or get hurt.

I never thought that Leo'd get caught.

That restaurant was killing you.

You were never home.

You were up to your eyeballs in debt.

It always came first.

I hated what that place was doing to us.

You let Leo rot in prison for 15 years?

Vince, please...

No!

NYPD is downstairs to take you in.

Do whatever you want.

I'm done.

Leo.

I am so sorry for... for everything.

It's okay, Vince.
You didn't do anything wrong.

No, he didn't.

I love you.

Both of you.

Things got a little heated
between you and Hayes earlier, huh?

- Par for the course.
- She called you a whore.

That, she did.

Look, the thing about Hayes Morrison...

well, there's no one thing.

She's stubborn, reactionary, fearless...

at least, about the things
most of us are afraid of...

and brilliant.

I've never met anyone else like
her... probably never will.

And that has nothing to do with
her being a former First Daughter.

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