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MAN:
Freeze! Don't move!

Hey, boss.
I'm headed to the airport.

My daughter's flight gets in
in less than an hour, so...

She's coming for
her campus visit.

Okay, I'm gonna hop in a cab.

Be back this afternoon.
Got my cell if you need me.

Okay.

Hey, you want to take my car?

Well, you want to impress Anna,
don't you?

You want her to be so impressed
that she moves here in the fall

so you can be
a bigger part of her life?

Take my car and driver.
It's very impressive.

Thank you, Dr. Bull.

How are you guys doing,
by the way?

Me and Anna?
Fine.

Why?

Well, for the first 18 years
of her life,

you were Uncle Chunk,
Mom's best friend.

And then at Thanksgiving,

you tell her
you're actually her dad.

That's a lot to throw
at an 18-year-old.

That's funny.

She's been really difficult
to reach lately.

I figure she's just really busy
with senior year stuff.

But I'm hoping

once we actually get to
spend some time together,

be in the same place,
things will...

things will get back to normal.

Your mom sent me the itinerary
from your university, and...

since you don't have anything
scheduled for tomorrow night,

I made us a
dinner reservation

at a really cool
Italian spot downtown.

7:00 p.m.

That okay with you?

Guess so.

And my offer
still stands.

My place isn't a palace,
but if you have any issues

staying in the
dorms, you know...

That's kind of
the whole point, isn't it?

It is.

I'm so proud of you.

So impressed.

So, what's first
on your agenda today?

I'm meeting with
Chloe Tomlin.

Chloe Tomlin.
I know that name.

Maybe you've read her.

She's an investigative
journalist

for the New York Ledger.

She's also an adjunct
professor here,

and she's the one
who recommended me

for the scholarship.

Uh, Ms. Tomlin?

I'm Anna Baker.

I'm a prospective freshman.

Okay.

Uh, you recommended me
for the scholarship?

And did you get it?

Yes.
You're welcome.

W-We had an 11:00 a.m.

I'm sorry.
I would have called to cancel,

but they really do only give you
one call from jail,

and I used it to ask my editor
to bail me out.

You were in jail?

Sure was.

Probably should only
discuss that with a lawyer,

which I don't have and need
to find and can't really afford.

Maybe you can
help her, Dad.

I don't really have
the authority to...

Here you go.

Now, I'm not sure how my boss
is gonna feel about your case.

I'm not sure how you're
gonna feel about my boss.

But give me your card,

and we'll see if we can at least
put together a meeting.

I feel obliged to point out
that you are flirting

with an enormous
liability risk here.

Quiet, you two.

Don't distract him.
Let the man do his work.

Seriously, this is how
you conduct a job interview?

Absolutely.

When I'm interviewing someone
for a job I don't understand,

asking him to do something
I don't know how to do.

Okay.

Give it a try Dr. Bull.

You sure?

Ripley, double macchiato.

Ah.

Hmm.

Hmm. Two shots.

Dab of milk.

Piping hot.

Mmm. It's delicious.

Hire this man. What'd you say
your name was again, son?

Isaiah.

I-I know it's a little unusual.

Oh, relax.

The woman you're replacing
is named after wire,

and we got a guy
around here

named after a kind
of peanut butter.

You'll fit right in.

CHUNK:
Dr. Bull.

This is Chloe Tomlin,

the young lady that I spoke
to you about yesterday.

CHLOE: About six months
ago, this woman--

let's call her Meg--
looked me up

and told me a story about a date
with a guy she met on Spark4U.

Mm. Spark4U is the
most popular dating app

in all of North America.

What?

That's just a known fact.

So, this woman Meg...

Meets this dude at a restaurant.

They have a few drinks,
but she's not feeling it,

so she decides to go.

The guy must have
followed her out,

because before she knows it,

he has pushed her into an alley,
and he's on top of her.

You can guess the rest.

So did she go to the police?

Yes, but there wasn't much
they could do.

The only information she had
about her rapist

was from the Spark4U app.

BULL:
And let me guess.

The entire profile was fake.

Plus, the I.P. address
he used to make it was public.

Turns out Spark4U's
lauded security features

do next to nothing
to actually vet their users.

So the police
never found the guy.

BULL:
Okay.

Let's jump to the part where you
break into their headquarters.

Turns out several of the women

in Meg's online
sexual assault survivors forum

had also met their assailants
on Spark4U.

So she broke into Spark4U
to get proof

so that she could publish
her exposé.

How'd you know what
you were looking for?

Or where to find it?

How'd you even get in?

I had a source.

Someone inside the company;
they sent me a key card

and codes to access the file.

The irony is no one
would have known I was there

if the security protocol
hadn't changed that afternoon.

Well, there's our defense:
it's not burglary

if someone with lawful authority
gave her the key.

"Our"?

Does that mean
you're taking my case?

It'd be a real shame to
let a little legal snafu

derail such a
promising career.

Especially when
that career is--

I don't know--

cornerstone of
any functional democracy.

Thank you, Dr. Bull.

Thank you, Mr. Palmer,
and thank you, Mr. Colón.

Can I see the paperwork
from your arraignment?
Yeah.

Oh. It's my editor. May I?

Yeah.

Hey, Tom.

Hey, uh, guys?
I-I don't get this.

If Chloe's being charged
with burglary,

why is her arraignment
in federal court?

BAILIFF:
The court calls Chloe Tomlin

in the matter of United States
v. Chloe Tomlin.

AUSA Hartman.

She's tough, smart.

BULL:
Who's Mr. Skinny Tie?

Garrett Gatewood.
He's the CEO of Spark4U.

Never trust a man
in a skinny tie.

Ms. Tomlin, you are charged
with the burglary

of Spark4U Enterprises
Incorporated,

as well as economic espionage

and the theft of trade secrets.
How do you plead?

I-I don't understand.
What does that mean?

They're accusing you

of stealing
proprietary technology.

The penalty for that is over
30 years in federal prison.

But I didn't do that.
That doesn't make any sense.

My client pleads
not guilty, Your Honor.

Take a breath. We'll
figure this out.

Your Honor, because
Ms. Tomlin was apprehended

with privileged
company information,

I'm requesting a gag order
for the duration of trial.

Your Honor, my client
is a journalist.

She has an article, and she has
every right to publish it.

Prior restraint for fear
of harm or libel to Spark4U

is a direct violation
of the First Amendment.

I hear your concerns, Counselor,
but given the charges,

I'm inclined to agree
with the AUSA.

I'll grant the gag order.

I don't understand.
What just happened?

You just lost the
right to publish

anything that has
to do with Spark4U.

But th-they can't.
I gave those women my word.

I'll just publish it
under a pseudonym

or-or leak it someplace.

No, no, no, no, Chloe.
You can't do that.

Benny's right.

The only way your story
sees the light of day now

is if we win this case.

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It's super basic, you know?

Programming a drone
to sync up to an espresso maker.

Good for him.
I'm glad somebody has a job.

Now I'm sorry
I told you about it.

So, how's your job hunt going?

Who would have thunk it?

Turns out an FBI arrest
is a barrier

to employment in the world
of cybersecurity. Go figure.

You know what I really miss
about TAC?

I mean, other
than you guys.

The work really felt
like it meant something.

ISAIAH: I don't get it.
If all she stole

were client complaints and
e-mails from the company

saying how sorry
they were

and that they were
working on the problem,

what's all this
encryption about?

Exactly. Bull is betting that
once we have this decrypted,

it'll prove that Chloe
took this file for her story,

not so she could sell
trade secrets.

Oops.

I don't get that this has
anything to do with her story.

Wow. What are
we looking at?

ISAIAH:
Looks like in-app advertising.

Two people swipe and "spark,"

and the app suggests
nearby places for them to meet.

I get it. These places
pay to be featured.

It's some kind of
new revenue stream.

And since it hasn't
gone to market yet,

it is definitely
proprietary.

But what did Chloe
want with it?

I have no idea.

I can't believe that the
AUSA got the judge to agree

to a closed courtroom,
on top of the gag order.

You know, they're acting like
Spark4U's "trade secrets"

are the damn
nuclear codes.

The worst part is closed court
means empty gallery.

Empty gallery means
no mirror jury.

We really need to nail
this voir dire,

'cause once the trial starts,
we'll be flying blind.

What about
whistle

We cast Chloe's source
at Spark4U--

and by extension,
Chloe herself--

as a whistle-blower.

MARISSA:
Excuse me, gentlemen.

I hate to interrupt, but...

I have bad news and worse news.

Go easy.

Let's start with
the bad news first.

Isaiah and I have been
through everything in the file

that Chloe was
apprehended with,

and the contents
in there can, in fact,

reasonably be classified
as trade secrets.

Excellent.

What could be worse?

None of it appears to have

anything to do with
Chloe's story.

Well, you were right.

That Chloe Tomlin is
an impressive lady.

I did some prep with her
this afternoon.

Smart, poised.

I bet we have her

back at that school
for you in no time.

Just promise me you'll
never go on that Spark4U app.

Don't.

Don't what?

Don't do that.

Don't try and act all dad-ish.

Okay.

I wasn't.

And by the way,
there's no "ish" about it.

I am your dad.

Yeah, well, you don't get
to not be my dad for 18 years

and then just turn it on now

because I happen to be
in the neighborhood.

Is that how you think
it went down?

What am I supposed to think?

You were my mom's gay
best friend for my whole life,

and now suddenly
you're my father?

Look...

I get how...
it could be confusing.

It was confusing
living through it.

And I know, at 17, 18,

you think you know
exactly who you are,

but you don't, you just...

you don't.

Where your mother and I grew up,
not being like everyone else

was not even something
I considered.

I was good at football.

And your mother,
she was just like you.

Curious and wicked smart
and so beautiful.

We really did love each other.

And then I got my scholarship,
and your mother decided

that she was gonna go
to school close to home,

just like a half a dozen
other couples in high school.

I never knew she was pregnant.

She didn't tell me.

If I had known, I never
would have left you both.

What I don't understand is,
when you quit football,

when you found out I was yours,
why didn't you come back?

You were in the first grade when
I saw your birth certificate,

when I did the math.

And by then,
you and your mother,

you had your own routine,
your own way of...

Look, we talked about it.

We just didn't want
to confuse you.

So we decided

that I would stay
in New York for work

and be Uncle Chunk when
I flew down every few months.

You decided.
It wasn't your decision to make.

Come on, Anna, you were six.

You know what? I really
ought to be going.
Anna.

Coffee. Black, one sugar.

Thanks.

When did I tell you
how I take my coffee?

You didn't.
I read that series you wrote

about the rise
of the coffee shop

and the death
of the neighborhood diner.

That was a long time ago.

Hmm, nonetheless,
I see you sipping your coffee.

I've been reading a lot of your
writing the past couple days.

You strike me as someone
who's fairly pure of heart.

Okay.

So I need your help
reconciling something.

If you went into Spark4U
looking for proof

that the company was trying
to silence its victims,

why were you caught
with plans

for an exclusive
advertising feature,

plans Spark4U's competitors
would pay mightily for?

What?

That... that's not possible.
That's not what I did.

Well, it may not have been
what you intended,

but we decrypted
the files you stole,

and that's what they contain.

I don't know.

Maybe I-I transposed some of
the digits on the file number.

I memorized it really fast.
Or maybe they changed

the filing system and
my source didn't know.

Somewhere along the line, there
must have been a mistake.

I'm a journalist, Dr. Bull.

Why would I risk my career,
my reputation,

to steal tech I can't use
and don't understand?

I believe you.

Now we just have to find
a jury that does, too.

BENNY:
If you discovered

your best friend's boyfriend
or husband was cheating on her,

would you let her know?
That's a tricky question.

Well...

those are the only ones
worth asking.

What does that have
to do with anything?

It will help us predict how
much a person values the truth

over the possible consequences
of reporting that truth.

WOMAN: Well, the problem
with that is,

that could really
crush my friend.

Plus, it's not really
my business, right?

So you wouldn't tell her?

We'd like to thank and excuse
juror number one, Your Honor.

I got to tell him.

What kind of friend would I be
if I didn't tell him?

You may think you know,
but you don't know.

Unless you're in the bedroom
with them, you don't know.

Some things,
it's better not to know.

The truth is not always pretty.

MARISSA:
That puts us down

to our final strike, Bull,

and I'm seeing
two potential problems.

Talk to me.

Juror number 19,

Steven Whitaker, 42.

He is a programmer who blogs
about conspiracy theories.

And therefore distrusts
the mainstream media.

But juror number four,
Megan Palowski,

happens to have met her husband
on a dating app,

so will likely be sympathetic
towards Spark4U.

Last one.
What are you thinking, boss?

Strike number four.

It's gonna be hard to get
her to distrust Spark4U.

And maybe our
conspiracy theorist

will latch on to a
corporate cover-up.

Your Honor, we move
to strike juror number four.

Juror 19 is acceptable
to the defense.

Juror four, you are excused.

And we have our jury.

That seems like
it went well.

It went fine.

If I were speculating, I'd say
half the jury's inclined

to see things our way
and half isn't.

But I suppose,

when the system is doing
what it's supposed to be doing,

that is what you hope for.

The truth is,
no matter what...

we've got
our work cut out for us.

HARTMAN:
Mr. Colón.

Dr. Bull. Fellas.

An updated witness list.

Only one change.

Who the hell is
Jamal Bardsley?

He's an old boyfriend;
we broke up two years ago.

Why would they call him?

Well, according to this
interview transcript,

he works for Spark4U's
biggest competitor.

I had no idea.

I swear I haven't talked
to the guy in two Christmases.

And back then, he worked
for a telecom company.

Well, be that as it may,

prosecution's gonna
offer this up as proof

that you had
motive and means

to benefit from stealing
corporate secrets.

But that's not true,
and Jamal is an honest guy.

He will tell them that
on the stand.

Well, just because
he says it

doesn't mean the jury's
gonna believe it.

How do we fix this?
What do we do?

Your source inside Spark4U.

That's the only person
who can verify

what you were really after
and how you got in.

Look, I would share
my correspondence with you,

but we communicated through
an app called ChatErase.

It automatically
deletes messages

once they've been viewed.

Then I need a name.

We need to put
this person on the stand.

I don't have name.

They reached out to me
anonymously.

They must have given you
evidence to verify

they were who they claimed
to be within the company.

And if I can give that to
my investigator, then she can...

No, Dr. Bull.
My source could go to jail.

That person trusted me
to protect them.

As a journalist,
I am only as good as my word.

My career would be over if...

No.

I can't reveal
my source to you.

Even it means spending
the next 30 years in prison?

Yes. That is
exactly what I mean.

You asked to see
me, Dr. Bull?

What do you know
about ChatErase?

ChatErase?

It's a ephemeral messaging app.

End-to-end encryption.

The messages self-destruct as
soon as the recipient sees them.

Why do you ask?

So they just disappear?

There's really no record
of them anywhere?

The messages just vanish?

Oh, well, it's the Internet.

I'm guessing there's
a vestige of it somewhere,

just not anywhere
you would expect to find it.

So it is possible
to locate them.

They're out there, somewhere.

Theoretically.
But the point of the technology

is to make sure
that doesn't happen.

You would have to be an amazing
cyber sleuth to even begin...

Aren't you
an amazing cyber sleuth?

I need those messages our client
exchanged with her source.

Dr. Bull...

I got to be honest...

Really Why now?
No one else is.

I need it done.

Go, Isaiah.

HARTMAN:
Mr. Hill,

what is your relationship
to the accused?

HILL:
I am, uh...

uh, was... her editor
at the New York Ledger.

When'd you stop
working for him?

I didn't know I had.

HARTMAN:
Now, the defense

is claiming that Ms. Tomlin

broke into Spark4U
in pursuit of a story.

Is that something
that your newspaper condones?

Breaking into a private business
and stealing its trade secrets?

No.

That's why she's been placed
on administrative leave,

pending the outcome
of this trial.

Is this the first
you've heard of this?

HARTMAN:
Ms. Tomlin is accused

of stealing proprietary code.

Could you explain
to all of us

what that could
possibly have to do

with her alleged Spark4U exposé?

Objection! Speculation.

Sustained.

Let me rephrase.

What was Ms. Tomlin's
story about?

I-I actually...

never assigned Chloe
a story about Spark4U.

And, uh,

she never mentioned to me
that she was interested

in pursuing one on her own.

He's lying.
He's just lying.

We were gonna publish
it three days ago.

I don't understand.

HARTMAN:
So is it possible

that she made the whole thing up

as an excuse
for committing this crime?

Objection!
Sustained.

Ms. Hartman.

Withdrawn, Your Honor.

BENNY: I don't
need a mirror jury

to know that this is killing us.

Chloe?

Who are you?

You don't understand.
I had no choice.

It came down from the masthead.

They threatened to lay off
half the department.

Once this blows over...

Go to hell, Tom.

Wait a minute.

You're saying
that the publishers

of the New York Ledger
told you to perjure yourself?

I'm not saying anything
of the kind.

BULL:
As I recall,

one of the owners of the Ledger
made his fortune

in tech startups and apps.

I have no idea.

I just work there.

Ah, money--
the enemy of truth.

Ah, truth.

Yes, I remember truth.

It existed a long time ago
in a galaxy far, far away.

Come on, Yoda. Let's
head back to the office.

I'm sorry, sir.
Perhaps you didn't hear me.

I announced
last call an hour ago.

Leave me alone.

I'm pondering.

I'm sure you are, but friends
don't let friends ponder drunk.

Hmm.

God, the world stinks.

Her boss actually got on the
stand and told a boldface lie,

sold her right down the river,

then went to Chloe
and admitted it.

I don't know which was worse--

watching him ruin her life
under oath,

or watching him crush her spirit
with the truth,

'cause he thought
that'd make it all better.

I don't know what to do
for this girl.

I mean, she won't
tell me her source.

The people she works for
won't stand up for her.

It's like that movie
with George Clooney,

the one where he's on a boat and
everything that can go wrong...

The Perfect Storm?
Right.

Except I can't decide

if I'm George Clooney
or Mark Wahlberg.

I just had a crazy thought.

Ooh. I love crazy thoughts.

This closed courtroom

is making me nuts.

No mirror jurors,
no way for me to help.

But then it occurred to me,

if the courtroom
is really closed,

maybe the victims that reached
out to Chloe would be willing

to testify on her behalf.

I know they're embarrassed
about what happened to them.

I'm sure they'd rather
stay anonymous,

but under
the circumstances,

maybe they would be willing to
talk about how they went to her

to help try
and expose this thing.

Young lady, has anyone
ever called you a genius?

:
No. I don't think so.

Well, wait till it happens.

You'll see.
It's a great feeling.

And that is a terrific idea.

Jury keeps looking at Chloe
as a criminal

'cause we can't get anyone
to testify otherwise.

But if the jury gets a look at
who she was really fighting for,

we got a shot at
changing their minds.

You're a genius.

Man, that feels great.

I'm gonna make some calls

and see if I can round up
some of the girls.

Now that I know you're not
closing the place up,

I'm gonna do
some more pondering.

See how that worked out?

It's 2:00 in the morning.

Why do you keep
ringing my buzzer?

I'm sorry.
My name is Isaiah.

You don't know me,
but I'm the guy

who got your job at TAC,
and I really need your help.

You the flying coffee guy?

You know what a cheap trick
that is, right?

Is that Chloe's laptop?

All right, give me a second.

Near as I can figure, there are
two ways we can do this.

One is to find
the ChatErase encryption key

on Chloe's computer.

The other is to locate
a covert third-party app

that spies on ChatErase
in the hopes

of profiting
from leaking secrets.

One has to exist.
We just have to find it.

That's...

I hadn't
thought of that.

You know if this works,
I'll tell Dr. Bull it was you.

The hell you will.

Do you know how many people
use that Spark4U app every day?

No.

16 million. That's 16 million
people every day

who might be setting up a date

with someone
who's going to hurt them.

So you will not tell Dr. Bull
it was me, okay?

I don't want him
to miss the message

because he's mad
at the messenger.

Just too important.

BRIDGET:
At a certain point,

I just stopped fighting,
'cause he was bigger than me.

It was like I was
floating above myself,

like I wasn't
even there.

And when the assault was over,
did you go to the police?

No. Probably should have.

But I couldn't think.

I just wanted him off me.
Wanted it done.

I ran home.

Took a shower.

Hottest shower.

I got in bed,
I crawled under the covers.

I just wanted to die.

Your Honor, I would be remiss if
I didn't object on relevance.

Sit down, Ms. Hartman.

You may continue.

BRIDGET:
That's it really.

By the time
I went to the police,

his profile was off the app.

And the people
at Spark4U claimed

they had no way of finding him.

There wasn't much
anybody could do.

And that's when you decided
to seek Ms. Tomlin,

the defendant?
BRIDGET: Yes.

Um, I had heard
from another girl

that she was
writing an article

on Spark4U about
the people who use the app,

and about how the company
was turning a blind eye

to the assaults, so I thought,
"I have to share this."

And this was after
you approached the company?

Well, after the police
approached the company,

after the police hit a dead end.

And after I talked to Ms.
Tomlin, I took one more shot.

I personally went
to Spark4U for help.

But they didn't seem
very interested.

They just wanted my word
that I would stop going online

onto the victims' forums,

and that I would stop talking
to Ms. Tomlin.

How do you mean?

Um...

I know that signing
a nondisclosure agreement

means you can't discuss

certain things,

but am I allowed
to discuss the NDA itself?

Objection, Your Honor!

BENNY:
Are you testifying that

Spark4U had you sign an NDA?
Your Honor?

In return for what?
Your Honor!

They paid me.

Marissa, I ever tell you
you're a genius?

Oh, wait. That's right.
You're not here.

HARTMAN:
Objection!

Your Honor,
I request to be heard.

Order!

Counsel, sidebar.

Your Honor, Bridget Means
signed a binding

nondisclosure agreement as part
of a settlement with Spark4U.

Now, however much this might
frustrate the defense,

she is not legally allowed

to discuss her dealings
with the company.

Your Honor, this is
a criminal proceeding.

Any civil contract
should be voided

if it's preventing the court
from hearing the truth.

All well and good, Mr. Colón,
but the witness's dealings

with the company are not
on trial at the moment.

BULL:
No,

but they are material in
explaining our client's actions.

Your Honor,

this NDA

was meant to protect Spark4U
from defamation.

This courtroom is closed
at Spark4U's request.

Bridget Means's
testimony

is not public, and therefore
can't harm the company.

Dr. Bull makes
a very good point.

I will allow testimony.

The witness may discuss her
settlement and other dealings

with Spark4U.

BENNY:
Good day.

Important day.

Her idea.

Oh, shucks.
You're making me blush.

Well, stop blushing.
We're not there yet.

Bridget's testimony was helpful,

but it doesn't disprove the
prosecutor's version of events

that Chloe broke into
their place of business

to steal proprietary
information.

ISAIAH:
Dr. Bull?

Uh, sorry to interrupt,

but I had a kind of
breakthrough.

These are

the printouts
of Chloe's text messages

with her anonymous source.

You got them?

MARISSA:
Well, how?

I thought you said
it was impossible.

Uh, I don't know
what to tell you.

I really thought
it couldn't be done, either.

Turns out I was wrong.

Well, this is great.

All right.

Introduce them into
evidence tomorrow.

This will support our theory
that Chloe didn't break in,

someone from Spark4U let her in.

Well, actually,
that's not true, either.

What do you mean?
I mean, her source

wasn't someone inside Spark4U;
it was someone with a computer

registered to a company
called GoldLark.

GoldLark?
They're a private security firm.

Paramilitary,

spies, fixers.

Why would a
whistle-blower

from Spark4U hire
a private security firm

to leak information?

They wouldn't.
Doesn't make sense.

But what does make sense...

What if Chloe's source
wasn't a source?

What if Spark4U
got wind of Chloe's story

and hired a fixer from GoldLark

to impersonate a concerned
whistle-blower to entrap her,

ensure she was caught
with trade secrets

so they could get a gag order
and lock her up,

keep the story from ever seeing
the light of day?

Wow, that is really dark.

What kind of a mind
thinks that way?

Well, I just did.

So they set her up?

Looks that way.

And now it's our job
to knock 'em down.

We were able to track
the messages from GoldLark

to a woman named
Jessa Northrop.

She's ex-CIA.
Now she works as a fixer.

My guess is, after she delivered
the key card,

she had Spark4U change
the security protocols

so you'd get caught.

So, the numbers were never
for the files I wanted.

They were always
gonna lead me to data

that was gonna make it look like
I was there to steal ideas.

How did I let this happen?
I vetted that source for weeks.

What did I miss?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe it was
next to impossible.

I mean, my team
barely detected the ruse.

And this Jessa Northrop person
was clearly being fed

real information from someone
within the company.

They were willing to throw
me in jail to shut me up?

The good news is we got
a subpoena for Jessa Northrop.

And I'm hoping,
after she testifies,

the jury will start
to see that this wasn't

about a crime you committed.

It was about a cover-up
you were trying to expose.

BENNY:
Ms. Northrop, do you work

for the private
security firm, GoldLark?

I do.

Does GoldLark contract out
to private companies

in all manner of investigative
and intelligence work,

covert and otherwise?

Yes.

And can you confirm for me

that Spark4U Enterprises

has contracted with GoldLark
in the past?

I can't speak to the past.

I only began working there
six months ago.

In the time that you have
worked at GoldLark,

has Spark4U hired you

to do a job for them?

Your Honor, I'd like

to exercise my
Fifth Amendment rights

against self-incrimination.

Ask another question,
Mr. Colón.

BENNY:
Ms. Northrop,

did Spark4U hire you
to impersonate an employee

and reach out to my client,

Chloe Tomlin,

and convince her
to break into Spark4U?

I plead the Fifth.

Is it your intention, ma'am,

to take the Fifth
on all further questioning?

It is.

Then you're excused.

We were so close.

We got her on the stand.

The jury knows
she's guilty of something.

They just don't know what.

Unless we can find a way
to prove that Chloe was set up,

to explain what really happened,

all we'll have is a jury
filled with a lot of

doubt and confusion.

And doubts and confusion
won't keep Chloe out of jail.

So, I had
a crazy thought.

Another one?
I just keep thinking

about that key card.

The one that Chloe used
to get into Spark4U.

What about it?
Well, if her source

wasn't an actual
Spark4U employee,

how did this fixer get the card?

Someone had to give it
to her, right?

Someone from inside the company.

Marissa. Anyone ever told you
you're a genius?

No. Never. Not once. Not ever.

Do you solemnly
swear or affirm...

Like I told you,

never trust a man
in a skinny tie.

...to the best
of your knowledge?
I do.

Mr. Gatewood.

So, you are the founder

and CEO of Spark4U,
the dating app?

Yes, I am.
If I may ask,

what's your company worth
at the moment? In round numbers.

In round numbers?
Mm-hmm.

Our IPO last year was valued
at approximately $3.3 billion.

Wow.

Who-who knew that matchmaking
could be so lucrative, huh?

Please keep your musings
to yourself, Mr. Colón.

I apologize, Your Honor.

Now, Mr. Gatewood,
did you know that

the defendant, Chloe Tomlin,
was working on a story about

the alleged cover-up regarding

your company's response
to sexual assaults?

I did not,
but I can assure you

that we take all such incidents
very seriously.

The safety
of our users is

the company's primary concern.

That's very admirable.

Mr. Gatewood, is it true

that your assistant had
a new key card made for you

on the day that

Ms. Tomlin
allegedly broke into Spark4U?

I...

don't remember the exact date,

but I do recall losing
my security card

around that time and
needing another one made, yes.

So, presumably, you've been
using this replacement card

to get into your office
for the last several weeks,

is that correct?

I would assume so.

I mean, my key card
is not something

I pay a lot of attention to.

It's a simple question,
Mr. Gatewood. Yes or no?

Answer the question,
Mr. Gatewood.

No.

I lost the replacement card
you're referring to as well.

On the very day I got it,
as a matter of fact.

That's interesting.

Because...

your security department
records

indicate that
no additional key cards

were made for you
since the day of the break-in.

So, if you lost your
replacement card,

then how are you getting
into the building?

I've been using
my assistant's card.

Then how has he or she
been getting into the building?

I see you're struggling
with this, Mr. Gatewood.

Let me give you a hand.

Is it possible that you never
actually lost your key card?

That this replacement card
you had made

was so that you'd have one
to give to Jessa Northrop?

Objection!
Your Honor, argumentative.

Speculative. And the defense
is badgering the witness.

So she'd have one...
Mr. Colón!

...to deliver
to my client,

who thought
she was a whistle-blower,
Mr. Colón!

when, in fact, this was all
a plan to incriminate her

so she could never publish
Mr. Colón!

her damning story
about your company?

Mr. Colón!

I will have order.

Mr. Colón, you are dangerously
close to being in contempt.

Ms. Hartman's objections

are sustained.

Ladies and gentlemen

of the jury, you
are to disregard

the defense's assertions.

:
'Cause that works.

This is normally the time
I ask Marissa back in TAC

what the jury is
telling us, but...

...Stevie Wonder
could read this jury.

We, the jury, find
the accused, Chloe Tomlin,

not guilty on all counts.

Oh.
Thank you.

I can't thank you enough.

I know I talk a big game,
but I was terrified of prison.

Glad we could help.

How do I ever
make this up to you?

How do I ever... repay you?

You publish that article,

someplace you feel good about,

someplace that feels good
about you,

and then you write
a few thousand more.

Deal.

There she is.

Hey. I was reading
about everything.

It's pretty exciting, huh?

Thanks for
making it happen.

You're welcome.

Actually, I think Chloe has
you to thank more than anyone.

If it weren't for you, TAC would
have never gotten involved.

I don't know.

Oh, I do.

Besides, if you end up
deciding to go to NYU,

I think you're staring
at an "A" in her class.

Yeah, well, I haven't
made a decision yet.

Listen, I get it.

I know you're angry.

And I'm sorry about that.

I know you don't
agree with the way

your mother and I handled
things all those years.

But...

don't turn your back
on this city,

on this amazing opportunity,

on this fantastic university,

just because
this is where I live.

We can work on things
and keep talking.

We can not keep talking
if your heart is not into it.

But just don't close any doors.

Not yet.

I'm not closing any doors.

And I'm not turning my back
on the city.

Or NYU.

It's just...

Mom overnighted me
this yesterday.

What's this?

Columbia?

You got accepted
at Columbia?

And another scholarship?!

Baby, come here.

I am so proud of you.

This doesn't mean we're okay.

'Cause...

I'm coming back
to see Columbia next month,

and I need
a place to stay.

And I find this car and driver
very impressive.

I'll be sure
to tell my boss.

BULL: Good afternoon.
I'm your wake-up call.

It's 4:30 in the afternoon.

Hi, Dr. Bull.

You went behind my back once
and ended up in jail.

Why on earth would you think
it's a good idea to do it again?

I'm sorry, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You're a very bad liar, Cable.

It's actually one of
your more endearing qualities.

You figured out how to recover
Chloe Tomlin's text messages,

didn't you?

I told him not to tell you.

He didn't.
But you just did.

You want to come back?
Yes.

You want to think
about it a minute?
No.

Nice pajamas.

I'll see you in the morning.

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