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(DISTORTED VOICE READING)

(WHIMPERING)

(DISTORTED VOICE READING)

(MUFFLED PLEADING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(GRUNTING)

(WHIMPERS)

Okay, be good for Alicia.

And, oh, and remember,
farting does not qualify
as show and tell.

-ALICIA: Got it covered.
-(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Sorry about
the 8:00 a.m. date.

(SCOFFS) Are you kidding me?

I'll take any
Laura fix I can get.

I can't believe
our schedules haven't
lined up for two weeks.

-I know. Just keep talking.
-Yeah?

I am desperate for any
conversation that doesn't
include the words,

"homicide" or "Pokemon".

(CHUCKLES)

You wanna go upstairs?

Oh, hell yes.
I...

I mean, are you...
Are you sure?

-If you're not ready yet...
-Oh, I'm... No, no.
I'm ready. I'm ready.

-Mmm. Good.
-(FRONT DOOR OPENS)

I forgot the boys' diorama.

-Oh!
-Oh!

Oh, God.
Alicia, Tony.

Uh, charmed.

You know, when you asked me
to drive the car pool

'cause you had
early-morning business,

I didn't realize
you meant business.

(LAUGHS)

-Goodbye.
-Oh, first time back
in the saddle, huh?

What? No, what?
Why would you say that?

Well, do the words
"tightly" and "wound"
mean anything to you?

Ain't nothin' wrong
with a cute white boy.

I had a thing
for Kevin Costner myself.

-Thanks, I think.
-I got something for you.
Hold on.

Yeah.

Safety first.

-Of course.
-Uh-huh. Yeah.

Yeah, he could fill my dreams.
Yes he can. Mmm-hmm.

(LAUGHS)

Where were we?

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

-Oh, no, no, no.
-I'm sure it's nothing.

-Excuse me.
-What now? What?

It's your partner.
Says you weren't
answering your phone.

(EXHALES) If this doesn't
involve a dead body,
I have to call you back.

I'm thinking dead body.

Mmm-hmm.

Whoa.
Look at you.

Last time you had your hair
all blown out like that
you were getting some.

Were you getting some?

-Trying to.
-Mmm.

Welcome to my world.

LAURA: When have you tried
and not succeeded?

Fair point.

Diamond, did you go and get
one of those ambush
makeovers or something?

Or something.
Who's this?

Jane Doe.
Eighteen, 19.

Looks like some sort
of satanic ritual.

The vibe is pretty
culty in here.

-Cause of death?
-Right now all I can tell you
is what didn't kill her.

Knife, gun, rope.

Unis found three
sets of footprints, all from
the same shoe style.

Well, the perps left
more than footprints.

"Cellulite," "hairy legs".

And circled her birthmark.

Pretty rude cult.

Body-shaming?
Even satanic cults
don't go that far.

Oh, candles from Pottery Barn.

Those footprints
were made by Uggs.

-So, no cult?
-Sorority.

-Tomato, tomahto.
-Mmm.

So, we got a case
of hazing gone bad?

Well, the chalk line,
it's an Omega,

so we know the house.
We just need the school.

Oh, wait a minute.

Train ticket.
One way to Brookville.

That would be
Siosa U, probably?

-Quick trip to campus?
-Better idea.

-Wasn't Frankie in a sorority?
-Oh, yeah.

She's got it on her socks,
her key chain, screen saver...

Okay, you had me at socks.
Send her.

She speaks Greek.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Hi, sweetie.

I'm Detective Pulaski.
This is Detective Bose.

What's your name?

Good talk.
We're coming in.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

-Listen up, scrubs...
-Check out
the matching footwear.

This house sparkles by
initiation, or God help you.

Excuse me.
We need to speak to you and
your fellow Ugg enthusiasts.

-Are you in charge?
-I'm Sloane,
the pledge master.

Are you missing
a pledge, Sloane?

Caroline Adams
hasn't shown up yet.

-This Caroline?
-(GASPS) Oh, my God!

When was the last time
you saw her?

Last night, but I swear,
she was perfectly fine
when we left her.

Left her tied up
in a Soho warehouse, you mean?

-We're gonna need
a complete rundown...
-Excuse me.

Only Omega sisters and pledges
are allowed in this house.

-And you are?
-Michelle Kelly.

Alumni advisor
for this chapter.
What's this about?

Caroline Adams is dead.
We think it might be
hazing related.

This is tragic news,

but hazing is strictly
prohibited by the Omegas

and had nothing to do
with Caroline's death.

We'll make that call,
thank you.

-Now, if we can just...
-Not unless you have
a warrant, detectives.

Are we gonna have a problem?

Just, I'd hate for whatever
Caroline was mixed up in
to unfairly hurt the house.

You have a dead pledge,
and you're worried about
bad publicity?

I'm worried about
false allegations.

My girls aren't
going to speak to you
without an attorney.

Look, lady,
your pledge is dead.

-Do you think
we're going to just...
-I was a Gamma Nu.

Wisconsin,
Eau Claire chapter.

I can't imagine how
painful it must be
to lose one of your own.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Okay, come on.
Let's go. Come on.

That was soft,
letting her shut us
down like that.

Who knows what they're
going to do before
we get a warrant.

Five, four, three, two...

I wanna help,
but it's not safe here.

-Still think I'm soft?
-As a pillow.

LAURA: Tell me about Caroline.

She was my
Omega little sister.

Sweet, pretty,
total go-getter.

She had an internship
at an Internet start-up
as a freshman.

Smart kid.

What was she doing
pledging the sorority?

It was a family tradition.

Her mom was an Omega.

Someone has to tell her.

We will.

What happened last night?

-I don't know.
-Maya.

They're not really
your sisters.

-They don't deserve
your protection.
-You don't understand.

I understand that
a frightened 18-year-old
was left to fend for herself

in an abandoned warehouse.

Who's going to
stand up for her?

It was Fright Night mission.

The final step
before initiation.

We get a pledge wasted
and then drop her
someplace random.

She has to get back
with no money or phone.

To Long Island from the city?

Usually they just take them
a few miles from campus.

Sloane decided to do
Caroline's in Manhattan.

I said it was too far.

So, you gave Caroline
the train ticket?

Just in case.

I knew Sloane didn't want
Caroline as an Omega.

She'd do anything
to get rid of her.

-Why's that?
-Sloane never said.

But she was
harder on Caroline
than any other pledge.

Since Caroline was a legacy,
she couldn't kick her out.

So, she had to make her quit.

Or worse.

The Omegas are responsible
for Caroline's death.

I'm gonna find a way
to hold them accountable,

or at least wring their
pretty little lying necks.

Slow down, Serpico.

At most, we've got
criminally negligent
homicide by hazing.

No, there's more than that.

Healthy 18-year-olds
don't just drop dead.

The only thing in her
medical records is
an allergy to oak trees.

Has Reynaldo found
a cause of death?

"Catastrophic drop
in blood pressure."

It's consistent with
alcohol poisoning, and we
know that she was drinking.

Caroline's blood alcohol
was 0.12.

That's enough for
a nasty hangover, but not
enough to kill her.

Unless she was also
on something stronger.

I've got Reynaldo running
a level two tox screen.

In the meantime, Maya
gave us enough to subpoena
Sloane's phone records.

We're combing through
her texts for signs
of a drug buy.

You think Sloane
drugged Caroline?

I wouldn't put it past her.

And if she did,
there's nothing negligent
about this homicide.

-Soon as you find something...
-I found something.

It seems one of the Omegas
has not been acting
too sorority-ish.

LAURA: This is as
sorority-ish as it gets.

Get Frankie and Meredith
back to that campus.

You have completed
all the required tasks.

Are you ready to become
members of Omega Delta Kappa?

You shall now recite
the oath of the sisterhood.

"I swear that bitch will
never be an Omega."

Oh, I'm sorry.
Is that not the oath?

-This is a private event.
-Easy, now.

We came with warrants out
the yin-yang, this time.
Including one for an arrest.

We checked Sloane's texts.

Sunday, 8:00 p.m.,

"Caroline will quit if I have
to punt the cow myself."

Monday, 11:00 a.m.,

"Caroline is filth.
Do I have to handle this..."
"B" word.

I didn't send those.

We know.
You received them from your
alumni advisor, Michelle.

This is outrageous.

We're in the middle
of initiation.

You know who else has
a cool initiation ceremony?

Rikers.

And they're gonna be
all over you, sister.

LAURA: A sorority advisor
terrorizing a pledge.

-Don't you people evolve?
-We aren't all the same.

The Gamma Nus
stood for sisterhood,
service, and integrity.

Yeah, well, the sororities
I knew stood for diet pills,
keg-stands and STDs.

Yeah, I didn't get into those.

I would have picked you
for a Gamma Moo.

-Perky much?
-Wow, a grown-up mean girl.

Mommy issues?

-Exactly.
-What are you
talking about?

Your dead pledge, Caroline,
her mommy was your
pledge master back in the day.

-Treated you like crap,
I'm guessing.
-I don't recall.

Oh, of course you do.

"Omega pledge
runs naked mile backwards."

Ouch.

It came up third
when we googled you.

You think I don't
know about this?

I've had to live my life
as the butt of everyone's
jokes because of this story.

One of the frats on campus
found it last year.

I became a freakin' meme.

So, you took revenge
on Caroline.

-No.
-And when the hazing
didn't work, you drugged her.

Hope she'd act out,
be humiliated like you were.

But the combination
was fatal.

-I did not drug Caroline.
-(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

Well, we'll see about that.

Coroner's tox report
just came in.

When we confirm
that your vendetta led
to Caroline's death,

I'm going to
make sure that
the remainder of your life

is one continuous Hell Week.

Got it?

"B" word.

What she said.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yeah?

Hello?

-(CHUCKLES)
-She is at work.

I'm actually here
to see you.

Oh, no.
No sloppy seconds
for me, thank you.

(LAUGHING) That's not
what I had in mind.

And for the record,
there was no first.

You gotta learn
how to close.

Chili and skillet cornbread?

I'm making dinner
for the week.

That way at least
Laura can, you know,
microwave home cooking.

Cumin, coriander,
is that homemade stock?

I put little habaneros
in there when I make it
for my boys,

but this family can't
stand that kind of heat.

(LAUGHS) May I, chef?

Oh, hmm.
Mmm-hmm.

You know what you're doing.

Stop trying to
butter me up, okay?

-What do you want?
-Okay.

-Laura's got the kids
this weekend.
-Mmm-hmm.

I was hoping that you could
spend the night so I could
take her to the Berkshires

for some alone time.

That's how you close.
I'm in.

-You are a saint.
-I know.

Now, I want it to be
a surprise, so don't
say anything, all right?

Do I look like a gossip?

I let Matt Lauer deliver
the news, honey.

The Berkshires?
Wow.

-Why are you telling me this?
-Because, it's
a surprise, dummy.

I thought you'd want
a heads-up so you could

prepare to get
your groove back.

Alicia, my groove has been
ready to come
back for quite a while now.

Personally, I suggest
you get a Sicilian.

Wax, that is.
Not pizza.

What's a Sicilian?
I've heard of
a Brazilian, but...

Anyway, I heard that
all natural's on a comeback.

Man-beard is back.

Lady-beard, not so much.

Okay. Text me the name
of your person.

And don't forget
to do your Kegels.

-(GRUNTING SUGGESTIVELY)
-Hanging up now.

(SIGHS) Okay,
what do we got?

Caroline didn't have
narcotics in her system,

but she did have
high levels of Nymexis.

The blood pressure medicine?
My dad was on that
for a while.

Doubtful a college
freshman would be
prescribed that.

It's deadly if it's
mixed with alcohol,

which is why Leo "Happy Hour"
Diamond stopped taking it.

Said it was cramping
his style.

It wasn't cramping
Caroline's style.

Her final tweet,
"Mission tonight #SorryLiver."

Anyone who saw that would know
she'd be drinking heavily.

Just slip Caroline Nymexis
and let her do the rest.
Time bomb.

The way
the Nymexis metabolized
in Caroline's system,

she would have taken in
between 10:00 a.m. and noon.

Michelle was at the sorority
in that window.
Please let it be her.

Sorry, Caroline was downtown.

-Her internship at Palster.
-Whatster?

Palster.

Biggest tech startup
in New York.

They're going to do
to Facebook what Facebook
did to Myspace.

FRANKIE: Maybe the sorority
isn't the only place
Caroline had an enemy.

Great.
You're coming with me.

I need you to translate
nerd to English.

-I wanna go.
-No.

Shut up.
This place is incredible.

Yup, chips and salsa
as far as the eye can see.

Huh?

Chips are computer hardware.
Salsa, software.

I looked it up.
It's tech talk.

No, it's not.
Oh, I feel so at home.

MAN: Oh, my bad.
Sorry!

So do I.

Don't these people work?

This is them working.

Millennials are
not constrained

by traditional assumptions
about office culture.

That, or they're jerk-offs.

A clean desk.
It can be done.

Oh, see, that's more my style.

How are you, ladies?
You're the detectives?

We are.
Is there a grown-up
we can speak with?

Harry Rice, Clay Bergman,
co-founders of Palster.

-I knew that.
-Congratulations on
the impending IPO, by the way.

Thanks. We're all
devastated about what
happened to Caroline.

-She was amazing.
-One of our most
talented interns.

I'm sorry, is that
a Rolex Submariner?

Waterproof up to 100 meters.

Our buddies at Google
sent them when Palster
was launched.

-Why do I not work here?
-Enough, fangirl.

Let's talk about yesterday.

I wish we could help, but
Harry and I were up in Boston.
Road show for the IPO.

We're going to need a list
of everyone who came
in and out of the office.

And can you point us
toward Caroline's coworkers?

-Of course. Linda?
-Yes, Clay?

-She's gonna hook you up.
-Linda runs our
intern program.

Uh-huh.
As an old fogey, I'm sort of
the den mother around here.

She's being modest.
She also has a PhD from Yale.

Anything they need.

Palster uses a bipartite
graph-matching algorithm

to pair users with
platonic acquaintances.

You hook up friends.

People today are obsessed
with finding soul mates,

but soul friendships,
just as vital.

I read that Harry and Clay
are a 96% match,
the highest ever.

And they're so different
on the surface,

but their synergy's the key
to our success.

LAURA: Any one of these
little geniuses could
be our perp.

MEREDITH: Uh-huh.

LAURA: You have a Subway?

-More tech talk?
-No.

Open 24/7,
paid for by Palster.

-Shut up.
-You first.

We also provide laundry
service, car service,

on-site yoga,
daily gourmet coffee delivery.

No wonder no one
wants to grow up.

Here's my desk.
That's where Caroline sat.

Dirty chai latte, extra foam.
Good order.

Traffic area.
Anyone could have snuck
something into her drink.

I know you're all about making
friends here, but did Caroline
have any enemies?

Oh, I wish I had been as cute,
smart and popular at her age.

Pretty much everyone
loved her.

-Pretty much everyone?
-You have to understand,

these kids are highly
competitive, and under
tremendous pressure

to find the next big idea.
It takes a toll.

On who exactly?

Caroline would argue
with Ben Lee, another intern.

-What about?
-A side project they were
developing together.

Sort of an Uber for pets.
They called it
Doggone Ride.

That's a million dollar idea?

Possibly billions.
Uber has a higher market cap
today than Mercedes.

It's official,
the nerds have won.

-Where's Ben?
-Tech Fest.

A sort of speed-dating event
where developers pitch
ideas to investors.

Thank you.

If Ben sells his app now,
he won't have to share that
first billion with anyone.

Looks like we have
a suspect.

-I'm gonna take this
to the lab.
-Okay.

And I'm gonna go see if
I can catch Ben in the act
of selling out his partner.

Tell Billy to meet me
at Dork Fest.

-Tech Fest.
-Tomato, tomahto.

(DINGS)

Using highly integrated data
compiled from search history,

we employ a predictive
solution to stream content
directly to users.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

It's Netflix, but for porn.

-Pass.
-(BELL DINGS)

It's Wikipedia, but for porn.

-I'm sensing a trend here.
-(BELL DINGS)

It's Candy Crush, but for...

Porn? How is that
even possible?

-Excellent question...
-(BELL DINGS)

(SIGHS)
Please tell me your idea
has nothing to do with porn.

-Not at all, Miss Sagerwall.
-Who?

Oh. Oh, yeah.

It's a transportation app.
Think of it as Uber for pets.

I call it Doggone Ride.

-I'm intrigued.
-Yeah.

Assuming all your
chips and salsas are in order.

You are the sole owner
of this idea?

Yup.
Cofounders get in the way.

So do cops.

Hey! Police!
Don't move.

Hey! Get back here, kid!
Excuse me, excuse me.

Come back here!
I said, get back here.

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Get out of the way!

-(WOMAN SCREAMS)
-MAN: Easy!

BILLY: Hey!

(EXCLAIMS)

Gotcha, Suckerberg.

You enjoy your night
in lock-up, Ben?

That's how it's gonna be?
'Cause you can talk to us,

or you can take your
chances with the DA.

And in cases like this
he will ask for life
in prison.

For a basketball game?

That sounds a bit dramatic.

We just want to know
what happened.

Sunday night,
I'm home watching
the Knicks lose, again.

I figured if Melo
had 10 more seconds.

So, I got into the Garden's
computer system
and I slowed the game clock.

-Well, the Knicks still lost.
-I'm a hacker, not God.

JAKE: That's a noble
confession, Ben.

But we didn't pick you
up for hacking.

You didn't?
Then what am I here for?

-Because you killed
Caroline Adams.
-What?

The lab found Nymexis
in her coffee cup. Murder one.

You're way off base.
Caroline was my friend.

Who you neglected to mention
was part owner of your idea.

Doggone Ride is all mine.

I told Caroline about my idea.
She offered to help me
with my pitch.

Angels won't invest
if they don't like your story.

We heard you two
were constantly fighting.

That's the creative process.

Besides, Caroline didn't
need my money. She had
a sick offer at Google.

Mid six figures.

Why does an intern
make more figures than
an NYPD detective?

Or a captain?

That's tech.
Today's intern is
tomorrow's CEO.

-That's what Caroline wrote
to Silicon Hallie.
-Silicon who?

She's an anonymous blogger.

The most important tech voice
on the East Coast.

Getting on Hallie's radar
was huge.

I have Caroline
to thank for that.

Caroline wrote
to Silicon Hallie
three weeks ago.

"Watch out for Ben Lee
and Doggone Ride.

"Today's intern,
tomorrow's CEO."

What the hell?

I picked up some tips
on workspace productivity
from Palster.

Do we love it?
It's an idea pit.

It's a pit, all right.

Have a sub.

Another thing I picked up
from Palster.

(IN SING-SONG) Eat fresh.

Oh, don't mind if I do.

Maybe I'll pull a Jared.

(WHIMPERS)

(SIGHS) This is a disaster.

Did the boys put
fire ants in your
skivvies again?

No. This morning, before work,
I went to Sicily.

Never to return.

Must be a bad
reaction to the wax.
Give it a day.

If it still hurts, I like to
apply a combination of corn
starch and Shea butter...

I've said too much.

Wait a minute.
Silicon Hallie's
a tech blogger,

so why are people
posting things like,

"You really turn on
my hard drive"?

Hallie is not just about tech.
She's also an
erotic provocateur.

Keeps an online diary of
her steamy affair
with a married CEO.

Oh, here we go.

"Our first time,
I was so nervous.

"Didn't have time
to shave my legs,
but he didn't care.

"He just wanted
to be with me."

-That's steamy?
-Do not interrupt.

"Lingering at my thighs,
he told me he loved
my birthmark.

"I always hated that
little boot till now."

-Wait a minute.
-More reading.

It's Caroline.

Unshaved legs,
and a boot-shaped birthmark.

-Are you sure?
-BILLY: Let's see here.

"Mr. CEO wanted to
douse me in wine
and drink me up.

"I told him to choose
a bottle that wasn't
aged in oak.

"Hives are so not sexy."

Caroline was allergic
to oak trees.

She didn't tweet
at Silicon Hallie,
she was Silicon Hallie.

So, our sweet little
college intern was actually
a soft core blogger

who was sleeping
with a married CEO?

Harry Rice is single,
but his partner, Clay Bergman,
he's married.

Sounds like we've
got a new suspect.

Clay couldn't have killed
Caroline. He and Harry
were in Boston all day.

Listen to her final entry,
posted hours before she died.

"I think his wife
is getting suspicious."

Hold on.

Yup, according to Palster's
entrance log,

Jessica Bergman visited
the office the morning
Caroline was poisoned.

A day her husband
wasn't even at the office.

Sounds like we got
a new new suspect.

I hate it when it's the wife.

Hey, how are you?
Hey, girl.

-Hi.
-Hi.

I'm looking for my friend
Jessica Bergman.

Her office said
that I could find her here.

Yes. I love Jessica.
Such spirit. Um...

She's actually right there.

Oh, duh.
Right in front of me.

-(LAUGHING)
-Thanks.

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)

-(EXCLAIMS)
-You all right?

Chose the wrong
day to wax.

And the wrong part of Italy.

Been there.
You'll get used to it.

Like riding a bike, huh?

-I'm Laura.
-Jessica.

All right, heroes.
Let's do this.

Move to the rhythm. Ready?

-Open up your hands.
-Wait, um...

-What... What about a warm-up?
-Here we go.

Up!

-And down. That's it.
-(EXCLAIMS)

Up! Yup.
Down.

-(EXCLAIMS)
-Awesome.

(LAUGHS)

The things we do
for our men, huh?

Now, right here in the middle,
pick up your pace.
Here we go!

Oh, yeah! That's it.

(ALL EXCLAIMING EXCITEDLY)

Oh! Brother.

Good! Now slow.

Good job.

-So, what do you do, Jessica?
-Doctor.

Oh, good. 'Cause I might
need one after this.
(LAUGHS)

Is it true that
blood pressure medicine
and alcohol don't mix?

Because I am a woman
who seriously needs
her Cabernet.

-Yeah, you don't want
to do that.
-No?

It's a sure way
to kill yourself.

Or someone else.

I just found out
my husband's cheating on me.

Hurts more than even
my ass does right now.

I just went through
the same thing.

-Really?
-But I did something
about it.

What?

Let's just say
I took care of it.
For good.

Pull over.
Class is dismissed.

Wow. Caroline's just
a younger version of you.

You see it, right?

Must have been
tough being replaced
by version 2.0.

-That's not what happened.
-Oh, yes, it is.

And thanks to your
pre-nup, you get nothing
if Clay leaves you.

With Palster's upcoming IPO,
that's a billion reasons
for you to kill.

I did not kill that woman.

Besides, Clay
ended it with her.

Well, not according
to Silicon Hallie,

the tech world's
must-read blog.

It's actually Caroline
writing about her affair
with Clay.

This is complete fiction.

Here, Clay was with me
on New Year's Eve,
not her.

And here, he hates
blackberry jam. He would
never eat it off of anything.

Or anyone.

Yeah, well, we can
confirm those details.

But in the meantime why don't
you explain to me what you
were doing at Palster

the day Caroline was killed.

I was meeting with
Clay's lawyer.

Signing the form
terminating our pre-nup.

Wait, terminating?

Clay admitted the affair
to me, swore it would
never happen again.

And to prove his commitment
to saving our marriage,

he put his money
where his mouth is.

That may be true,
but it doesn't prove
you're innocent.

Look, I'm not some
cold-blooded sociopath.

If I killed Caroline,
Clay would see
right through me.

I'm trying to save
my marriage.

So, the affair was real,
but the blog was fake?

Why would Caroline
make that stuff up?

You don't need to lie
when you're already anonymous.

Unless she didn't
write the blog.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait.

I have weekend detail?
No, you've got to
switch with me.

-I would love to, but...
-But... No, no!

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

This weekend is happening.
I am waxed and worked out,

and I am ready to go.

Enrique Iglesias is performing
at Barclays.

I promised my mom
I would take her.

You keep Mama Sylvia from
her favorite balladeer,
she will cut you.

All right.

-Meredith, um, how'd you like
to take my Saturday shift...
-(SCOFFS)

You're cold.

First the good news.

Palster's general council
confirmed Jessica's
pre-nup story.

That's bad news.
She was our main suspect.

Oh, I meant...
(BOOING)

And there's more bad news?

Forensics used plagiarism
detection software

to compare
Silicon Hallie's blog entries
with Caroline's emails.

The style, the vocabulary,
the syntax, everything's
completely different.

So, Caroline
wasn't Silicon Hallie.

Okay, but we know that
the earlier posts were
definitely about Caroline.

Even if the latter ones
weren't, whoever
wrote that blog

knew a hell of
a lot about her.

-Linda.
-The intern coordinator?

She was almost too fawning
about Caroline.

And she was the one
who told us that we should
look into Ben.

She was sending us
down the wrong path.

Let's have Meredith and
Frankie go get Linda and bring
her down for a little chat.

And have them bring
a six-inch tuna for me.

With the works.

Excuse me.
Where's Linda?

She left a few minutes ago.
Checked something on her
computer then took off.

This is in command line mode.
She memory-dumped.

Did Linda say where
she was going?

-She took our car service
to 42nd and Park.
-That's Grand Central.

Laura.

Silicon Linda is on the run.

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKERS)

BILLY:
She could be heading anywhere.

LAURA: Race the clock.

Trains are pulling out
every minute.

Okay, wait.
I know how to slow
'em down.

-You do?
-Let's get our boy
Jake on the phone.

(DIALING)

You're trying to
entrap me, right?

No, I am offering you a deal
based on your unique
set of skills.

You shut down every
train leaving Grand Central,

and we will forget about
your little stunt with
the Knicks game.

I can just waltz on
out of here?

You can do the wobble
out of here for all I care.

Captain, do we have
the authority to shut down
a train terminal?

I'm not shutting
anything down.

The terminal's been hacked,
and it will be unhacked right
after we catch our killer.

Okay.

Come on, we've got
a train to catch.

Yup, almost there.

Just hiding our IP address.

Come on, come on.

Zombie hacking
the mainframe, and...

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and
gentlemen, we are experiencing
technical difficulties.

Please stand by.

Yes, we did.

Look at you,
getting all schemey.

-You're rubbing off on me.
-It worked.

Not for long.
You've got five minutes until
the backup system kicks in.

We can't search
every train that fast.

-Where does Linda know people?
-LAURA: Ah.

She got a PhD at Yale.

Uh, New Haven, track 19,
but not for another two hours.

It doesn't make sense.
Why would she rush?

Her sister lives
in Cold Spring.

Cold Spring, uh, track 32.
Four minutes.
Get down there.

All right.

-Check Buffalo.
-FRANKIE: Uh, track 36.

Linda had a ticket stub
of a Bills game framed
on her desk.

No one in the universe roots
for the Bills unless they have
a connection to Buffalo.

Power's back up, folks.
Last call for Buffalo.
All aboard.

Tickets.
Tickets, please.

You won't be needing
that ticket.

Change in your itinerary.

To your feet, please.
You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you
in a court of law.

You should call your
brother in Buffalo. Tell him
you missed your train.

That was a smart move,
erasing your desktop at work.

Too bad you didn't have
enough time to get to
your laptop at home,

Silicon Hallie.

You knew Caroline
wasn't the blogger,
because you were.

-I can explain.
-Well, we would
appreciate that.

Caroline and I hit it off
as soon as she started
at Palster.

-She also hit it off
with Clay.
-They were perfect together.

A 98% match.

Her friends at school
wouldn't get it,
so she confided in me.

Every thrilling detail.

So, why did you start
blogging about it?

When I became Silicon Hallie,

the stories became mine.

It was addictive.
Nothing like that
happens to me.

The more you wrote,
the bigger the blog got.

The whole city
was talking about me.

They just didn't
know it was me.

-Caroline figured it out.
-She recognized herself.

She was furious.
Cut me out of her life.

At that point, Silicon Hallie
had a life of her own.

I couldn't stop,
so I started making up
the stories.

That explains why the earlier
posts were accurate,
but the later posts weren't.

Caroline was the only
person that knew the truth,

so to keep her quiet,
you killed her.

No, I would never do that!

Come on.

When we found you,
you were literally
on the next train out of town.

I overheard Jessica
ranting to Clay about
Silicon Hallie and the police.

I thought if the blog was
connected to Caroline's
murder, I could be next.

Maybe, or maybe you were
obsessed with Caroline.

Were you upset that she
was moving to California?

-Caroline wasn't moving.
-Yes, she was.

She had a ridiculous
job offer from Google.

She turned it down
the day before she died.

Why would Caroline
turn down a six-figure offer
at Google?

It doesn't make sense.

Which means
the reason is probably
completely irrational.

-You say that like that's
useful information.
-It is.

What's the most irrational
force under the sun?
Love.

Which brings us to the
one suspect we haven't
been talking about. Clay.

He just agreed
to void their pre-nup.

If Caroline was so in love
with him that she'd turn down

the job offer of a lifetime
to be with him,

then she'd also put up
a fight if Clay tried to
end their relationship.

There's your motive.

I wouldn't be surprised
if Clay landed that
job offer for her

just to get rid of her.

And when she turned it down,
he turned to more
extreme measures.

Only there's a problem.
Clay was in Boston when
Caroline was poisoned.

How could he be
in two places at once?

That's what I'm
gonna find out.

Ah, tiny thing.

Can you change the schedule
so I have this weekend off?

Not a chance.
We all have our commitments.

Even those of us
who did just get waxed.

Wait, what...
You know about the Berkshires?

You are trying to sabotage
my relationship with Tony.

The hell I am.
You're up next
in the rotation.

Uh-huh. Well, guess what?
I'm gonna sleep with him,
and you can't stop me.

But I don't have to help.

(HOUSE MUSIC PLAYING)

-Oh, my lord.
-What the hell is this?

It's a pre-IPO party.

Every last one
of the employees here
is going to be

a paper millionaire
in the morning.

Well, then they
won't miss these.

Oh, the man of the hour.

Oh, my God.
They're partying
with Brittany Furlan.

Did Britney Spears get
married and change her name?

She's a Vine megastar.

This is the coolest party
I have ever been at.

You're not at this party.

Bartender.

Palster punch, ma'am?
It's a cherry puree,
tequila and lime.

Yes to the drink,
no to the ma'am.

(CHUCKLES)

Whoa, heavy handed!
I like you.

CLAY: Detectives.

I'm sure this seems
insensitive, but we had
to party tonight.

Morale thing.
Uh, do you know Brittany?

-She loves you.
-Oh, that's adorable.

I thought only young
people follow Vine.

-I'm young.
-Welcome to my world.

Would you mind if we grabbed
Clay for just a minute?

Yeah, yeah, of course.
Come on.

We have some more questions
about Caroline.

I'm sure it doesn't look like
it, but her death has touched
the entire Palster family.

Family, that's an interesting
choice of words,

given that you cheated
on your wife with her.

Caroline and I were a 98%
compatibility match.

But we realized we were
best as colleagues.

So, you didn't try
to ship her off to Google
in California?

Of course not.
Caroline was brilliant.

I wanted all of her ideas
for Palster.

Like our new messaging
service. Harry thought it
should be subscription based.

Caroline knew it should be
ad supported.

-Clay.
-Clay.

I gotta go.

He could be lying.

I still bet he got her
that job at Google.

Unless it was someone else
with a close connection
to Google.

-(GLASS SHATTERS)
-(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Harry, he can't hold
his liquor.

I don't know about that.
I don't buy it.

Hey, Harry.

Nice catch!

Oh, no, Laura.
That's not your drink.

I know. It's Harry's.
And it's all puree,
no tequila.

Hey, bartender, have
you been pouring these
for Harry all night?

Uh, yes, ma'am.
I mean, yes.

Biggest night of his life.
Shouldn't he actually be
getting drunk?

Well, he either doesn't
want people to know
that he's a lightweight,

or he doesn't want
people to know that
he's on a medication

that is lethal if mixed
with alcohol.

Like Nymexis.

But, same problem, Harry was
also in Boston that day.

How'd he do it?

I think I know.
But I'm gonna need
30 minutes to prove it.

Keep your eyes on him.

-(MUSIC CONTINUES)
-(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Yo, this party is
off the chain.

Thanks. We work hard,
then we play hard.

And it shows.

Can we borrow you, playa?

For what, a little
two on one action?

-Something like that.
-(CHUCKLES)

Okay?

(FRANKIE CHUCKLING)

What's going on?

Change of plans.
This is gonna be
a three on one.

Actually, four on one.

Our friend Max
is on Facetime.
He likes to watch.

-Hi.
-Okay, this is getting weird.

You can drop
the fake drunk act.

We know that you've
been downing straight
cherry juice all night.

I prefer not to drink.

I just don't want to be
a stick in the mud.

You're not a stick.
You're a killer.

That's ridiculous.

You didn't initially set out
to kill Caroline.

Actually, the nice HR lady
at Google said that you were
personally responsible

for her getting that
fantastic job offer.

You were so threatened
by her you'd stop at nothing
to make her go away.

Threatened by
a college freshman?

Threatened by a woman
who was a near perfect match
to your soul friend, Clay.

Clay and I are
a near perfect match.

Oh, I don't think so.
Clay's a neat freak.
You're a mess.

He reads the Journal
and plays fantasy baseball.

You read The Voice and
collect toy robots.

That doesn't prove anything.

Your compatibility
is a con, Harry.

Angels won't invest
if they don't like your story.

Your perfect friendship
was just that. A story.

In reality, Clay was already
choosing Caroline's ideas
over yours.

-Like for the new
messaging system.
-She was just an intern.

Today's intern
is tomorrow's CEO.

You must have read
her Twitter feed.

You knew she was
going to be drinking
at her Fright Night mission.

So, you popped
a couple Nymexis tablets
into her coffee. Hello.

I wasn't even in New York
when it happened.

See, that's where
you had me stumped.

How did you poison her drink
if you weren't at Palster?

And then it hit me.

You did it before her
coffee got to Palster.

Perk of the job.
Gourmet coffee
delivered every day.

You went down to the cafe,
found her dirty chai latte,

extra foam, poisoned it,

and then continued on
to the airport.

-Says who?
-Says our eyewitness.

Is this the guy?

Yup. He came in around 8:00.
Wanted to check
the whole order.

Even pulled the lid off one.

For a genius,
you're a real idiot.

You're under
arrest for the murder
of Caroline Adams.

You have the right
to remain silent.

First, you convince
the Captain to let you
dot com everything,

now it's all going back?

This setup was inspired
by a cheater and his
murderous partner.

Mmm. Bose, that was
a very good call.

Hey! We served the warrant
at Harry's apartment,

found this bad boy.
Nymexis.

Ordered online
from a pharmacy in Mexico.

Why be down low
about high blood pressure?

To protect the IPO.

Who wants to invest in
a 27-year-old CEO
with a heart condition?

I should get
these to evidence.

Well, the second precinct
is officially Palster free.

I can't believe I ever
wanted to work there.

Palster did get
one thing right.

I ran our stats through
the algorithm.

(CHUCKLES) We're a 96% match.

We are?

Bose, we're gonna be
friends forever.
High five.

(GRUNTS) Take it down.
Yes!

-Friends.
-My buddy!

Forever.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Jake, I told you,

when it's your night,
you can't bring the boys back
if they have a bad dream.

Congrats on solving the case.
I thought we could celebrate.

And we're gonna see
how champagne pairs
with chili.

That's so sweet,
but I'm not in
a celebrating mood.

Why's that?

I know you planned
the perfect weekend for us.

-You do?
-And now it's ruined.

Instead of the Berkshires,
now I have to be at work
in seven hours.

Between our schedules
and my ex,

I just don't know if
we're ever going to find
the perfect moment

for us to be...

This one feels pretty
perfect to me.

I've got laundry
all over the bed.

Not for long.