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I'm applying for
a Stay of Proceedings.

I am asking the Court
to throw out the case.

Did you track down
who first shared that Intel?

Yeah. He asked me
to meet up.

This guy had knowledge of
a highly-classified arrest,

so he's either someone
with clearance

in law enforcement,
or trusted by someone who is.

The contact is Surrey CFPC.

Dickhead with a badge.

She signed out
surveillance gear.

I'm just curious
about its application.

Your presence here
is a liability to me

and a distraction
to your colleagues.

If I can get you a list of all
the male officers who work here,

can you start looking for
connections?

You might not like
what we find.

-So, the usual?
-Sure.

What's that?

Homework.

Well, anything
I can help with?

Nope.

It's your eval.

Okay. So, uh--

You're not gonna ask
what it says--

Well, if I do,
are you gonna tell me?

No, I'm not.
Coffee, two creams.

Got it.
Coffee, two milks.

Hi.

Small coffee.

How much is that?

$2.25.

How much for one of those?

$8.75.

Oh. Just the coffee.

All right.

Cream, six sugars.

Uh, it's tap only.

Uh, tap?

Debit or credit.

Um... I'm sorry?

Uh... I got this.

Thanks.

Yeah, no problem.

It will just be ready
down there.

Uh, can I get a small coffee,
two milks,

and a large steeped tea?

You got it.

Pappa?

Hey, sweetheart.
We just heard from Max.

The ruling's coming down today
on the Stay of Proceedings.

Today?

Okay, how's Max feeling?
Does he have a sense?

Well, Max feels
a lot of things,

but, yeah, he's optimistic.

He said the judge
seemed sympathetic,

that he was
hammering the Crown

with questions.

But...

he also said
that we should be prepared.

Yeah.

Okay, you'll let me know?

As soon as we know.

What do say we call it?
Take 64th?

Sounds good.

Wait. You see that?

Mm-hmm.

-May I?
-Yeah. No, by all means.

I'll run the plates.

Dispatch, 6103.
We need to run a plate.

Sergeant.

What's going on?

Uh, we, uh,
saw your truck weaving.

Oh, right. Sorry. Yeah.

I was, um, probably just trying
to change the radio station.

I lose my damn presets

every time I take it in
for a service, so...

You mind maybe stepping
out of the vehicle?

Okay, yeah. Sure.

This is me--

...steppin' out of the vehicle.

Hey, Sarge.

Hey.

He's drinking.

Yeah.

You end shift already?

Had a domestic,
over in Cloverdale.

I left Tucker there
doin' the paperwork.

It's a silver lining

to dragging these rooks around
all day, am I right?

Where have you been since?

Look, Vince.

I'm five blocks away from home,
so why don't we just...

we just call it a night, huh?

Can I ask
how much you've had?

How much I've had?

I'll get the A.S.D.

Aw, Jesus Christ.

Why don't you
just alco-blow me?

Hey. Come on, son.

Control your rook...

Vince.

This goes one of two ways.
You know that.

Which way
do you wanna play it?

Sir, if you could
just take the test--

give us all peace of mind,

then we can all go home.

Yeah, I don't think
I'm gonna be taking that test.

If you refuse the test--

Yeah, I know the law, Sohal.

So I'm gonna step up
to your T.O. right now

and give you
a word of advice--

don't go doing something here
you might regret.

All right, that's enough.
You're riding with me, Sarge.

We're taking him home.

You follow us in his truck.
Come on.

Let's go for a ride.

-Like old times, huh!
-Yeah.

-Like old times!
-"Like old times."

-Passenger side.
-You're driving?

Passenger side.
Come on. Come on.

Was he already in the house,

or did he just come in
and find you there?

Now, you were there...

and he was there,
we know that.

You hear that, right, Sylvia?

Who's this?

This is Constable Luke Tucker,
one of our promising rookies.

Thanks for letting me observe.

Okay,
you can do this all day,

but the evidence
is gonna do the talking.

Murder suspect's not talking?

Ah, you're like
a young Sherlock Holmes.

Okay, clock's
running down here.

Yeah, thank you.

Okay, here's where
she starts saying it.

Eight, eight, five, one, zero.

Okay...

88, 5-10.

88510.

You wanna tell me
what that means?

Okay, well,
this is all circumstantial,

so, if all we have

is both of them
in the same house--

No, no.
We have her at the scene,

we have his DNA.

She has motive.

She's a convicted murderer.

Who served her time.

Yeah, served her time,
got out,

murdering again.

Okay. Look. All I'm saying
is that this is not enough.

Okay? You either you get
a confession out of her

before the 24 hours is up,
or you gotta let her go.

"88510."

I know what that means.

-You okay, Sarge?
-Yeah.

I'm gonna walk you in.

Oh, shit,
I get a bedtime story, too?

Lucky me!

Welcome, Brambilla.

Thanks.

The truck goes in the garage,
there, rook.

'Kay. Here we go.

Let's talk about this, Gabby.

You're gonna let him off.

Do you know what it means
if we file that report?

Do you know what it means
if he's out there on the road?

Yeah. I know what that means.

Oh, so is this what
the "Blue Line" looks like?

Hey! Don't.
Don't lecture me. Don't.

6103?

6103. Go.

Constable Sohal requested
at the detachment immediately.

6103, 10-17.

I do the paperwork,
he signs in the morning.

Comes to the same.

Gabby does that a lot?
Just leaves you on your own.

Sometimes. Why?

Brambilla.

Hey, Ranvir.
How you doing?

Do you know why
I got called in?

Actually, yeah.

A murder suspect
was picked up this morning,

and she won't say anything
except for a number--

"88510"--
she just keeps saying it,

over and over again.

I figured it out.

Eight-eight...
that's--

Yeah. Your badge number.

How do you know
my badge number?

I think the big question is,

how does she know
your badge number?

Ah, Constable Sohal.

This is Inspector Danilo,
Serious Crimes.

Okay, well,
thanks for coming in so fast.

It's good to meet you.

We have strong evidence
of foul play in

the disappearance of a man named
"Artem Fletcher," two days ago.

Uh, what do you need from me?

We need to find out
if she's responsible,

and if Fletcher's dead,

we need to know
where the body is.

We need a confession
before time runs out.

Do you recognize her?

Yeah.

Yeah! I bought her a coffee.

This is Sylvia Gruen.

She was released
from Willowridge

three days ago,
where she did 15 for murder.

Well, she was picked up
this morning

for questioning
in the disappearance

of Artem Fletcher.

This was sent by his wife--
taken a few weeks back.

And how are
Sylvia and Fletcher connected?

Fletcher's a developer
and philanthropist.

He bought a farmhouse
in the Serpentine Flats.

The property belonged
to Sylvia's mom.

She died five years ago,

but left money
to cover the payments--

Until the money payments out.

Fletcher bought the property
sight unseen.

He was planning on building
a rehab centre

for at-risk youth.

There's a lot of pressure
to solve this murder.

Fletcher is a prominent name
in this community.

We've got
a digital walk-through

of the alleged crime scene.

This resolution doesn't
show you the dust,

but this place
is locked in time.

Sylvia got out three days ago
and she went to the house.

Fletcher went
to visit the property.

His ex called the police
later that night because

he never showed up
for his son's second birthday.

His car was found
three clicks away

and the prints were wiped.

Sylvia's DNA
is confirmed in the farmhouse,

alongside Fletcher's prints.

Any signs of violence?

Gillian,
can you take us to the basement?

Yep.

The railing was pulled away
from the basement stairs.

The Luminol showed
traces of blood.

No... murder weapon?

No body?

Yeah, look, Sohal.

I think--
I need to be honest with you...

...asking for you,
I think it's a stalling tactic.

We are hitting a dead end.

We've only got a few hours
before we have to let her go.

Unless you can
get a confession.

Does she have a lawyer?

No, she absolutely refused.

Why?

Her last lawyer
didn't do her any favours.

What happened, 15 years ago?

Sylvia and her best friend,
Chloe Hughson,

were found guilty
in the murder

of Sylvia's boyfriend,
Daniel Davis.

His body was found at the bottom
of the Stawamus Chief.

He used to hike it
pretty regularly.

The fall was deemed an accident,
at first,

but then witnesses later placed
Chloe and Sylvia at the scene,

and neither one of them
had reported it.

He had Chloe's DNA
in his fingernails,

suggesting a struggle.

Was there a history
of partner abuse?

Well, that was their defense--

that Daniel was controlling
and violent with her,

to a point where
she feared for her life.

But, uh...
there were no police reports.

She had a good job,
character references.

Classic case of
he said/she said.

And "he said" won.

Yeah, well, maybe
because he was the one

that got murdered.

Two days before
Daniel's "accident,"

there was a witness

who overheard
Chloe and Sylvia at a bar,

saying they had
to "do something."

Sylvia mentioned
Daniel invited her

to come hike the Chief,

and Chloe said,

"That works."

But, uh...

the real story
came out in court.

Turns out
Sylvia got cold feet,

but Chloe decided
to go ahead with it anyway,

and when she tried
to push Daniel off the trail,

well, things went sideways,

and Sylvia ended up
helping Chloe out

and Daniel died,

they both went to jail,

and, well,
Sylvia got three years less.

Let's, uh,
let's take this downstairs.

Hey.

How you doing?

Are you, uh,
feeling okay with all this?

Nate, I'm not sure
that I get you right now.

You have a soul, I think...

but then I look at all
the energy you're putting into

throwing my father
in prison...

I'm sorry.

I know that there's two ways
a Stay of Proceedings can go.

One, the judge orders
the charges dropped,

or two, the judge
denies the application,

and we go to trial
and we finally get to see

the magical sealed evidence

that's such a "threat"
to national security.

If you're so concerned

about my well-being...

why don't you tell me
why we're still doing this?

Look, Sabrina.

I'm just doing my job.

I feel like
you have more to say.

I feel like
you wouldn't be wrong.

Sohal!

Come here.

You see that guy over there,
over my left shoulder?

That's our union rep--
just had a little talk with him

about our pending paperwork
on Gabby's D.U.I.

He's gonna talk to you next--
he's gonna try

to strong-arm you, all right?
Just don't--

Vince?

-Ranvir.
-Can you give us a moment?

Sure. I'll take those.

I'll see you down there.

Constable Sohal.
Ranvir Gupta.

Wonder if I could have
a word with you

about Doug Gabinski?

I'm about to go
into an interrogation.

I'm not gonna keep you
from doing good work,

but I did get a call
from your fellow officer,

and we're wondering

if there might be
another way through this.

"Another way"?

You and your partner
haven't filed a report

on your earlier interaction
with Doug,

and I just wanted
to ask you to...

refrain from doing that.

He was driving impaired.

-You performed a breath test?
-No. He refused,

which is also
a criminal offence. I gotta go.

Constable Sohal.

You've only been here
a few months,

but you know
that this is a high-risk job.

You want to know
your fellow officers

have your back,
don't you?

"Have my back"?

What's that supposed to mean?

I think you understand.

Don't raise your voice
or make threats.

Don't lie or mislead
about the evidence.

Do not imply
that you can offer deals.

But don't let her
intimidate you either.

One mistake,

and the conversation
becomes inadmissible.

She goes free,
and the Fletcher family

may never
find their dad.

It's good to see you again,
Sylvia.

I'm Constable Sohal.

Cream...

six sugars.

I know you've been
asked these before,

but... you understand

this interview
is being recorded?

I'm sorry.
I need you to respond.

I understand
that you've refused a lawyer.

Is that still your preference?

Sylvia, is that still--

Yes.

Uh, since Inspector Danilo
spoke with you,

has anyone spoken with you--

I need to go to the bathroom.

Sure.

You know what she's doing,
right?

She's using the bathroom.

She's running down the clock.

She's dicking us around.

I gotta take this.

Hey. I'm here.

Hey...

I'm here with Max and Ishaan.

Um, ahem.
I wanted to tell you right away.

Okay.

The, uh...

the Stay of Proceedings
has been denied.

Denied?

Wait, what happens now?

What happens now is,
this isn't over.

I will marshal
every imaginable resource...

I hear a "but..."

I thought this judge
was sympathetic.

He's not,

and he wants
to move the trial date forward.

It's not a good sign.

What can we do?

My advice is to stay strong.

And it would be wise

to make plans,

in the event
things don't go our way.

"Don't go our way"?

Pappa...

we've got you, okay?

We'll do anything it takes.

I love you.

I'm with you.

Pappa?

We got this, Sab.

Let's go.

Okay, Sylvia, just um...

uh, so, you just returned from
the washroom, is that correct?

That's right.

And as you were escorted
by Constable Derickson,

did anyone--

What's she doing?

My father...

he's been accused of a crime

and he may
be going to prison.

It's... actually,
it's looking like he is.

I was just wondering
if I could

ask your advice.

I'm worried about him.

He's strong.

He's smart.

But there's so much
that he doesn't know

about what the reality is.

I know what
it's supposed to be.

I-I know, theoretically,
the correction systems--

"Corrections."

Like, you go in...

"incorrect..."

and you come out, what?

"Corrected"?

You know, nobody talks
about what it's like

to step outside
of those gates

corrected,

and everything's changed.

You actually get
to decide stuff--

wake up when you want,
wear what you want...

no structure,
no schedule,

and you're on your own,
with all this...

"freedom"?

Like this morning.

You got coffee shops

where you're "free"

to choose between
15 kinds of flavour shots.

When did that happen?

And "tapping"?

Right?

Where your cell phone
pays for your coffee?

Hey, here's the thing, Sylvia.

I'm doing this all wrong.

Inspector Danilo told me
how I was

supposed to behave,

what my body language
should be,

so you see I'm not--

What the f--

...Strategic psychological
pressure points

to get the upper hand,

to trip you up in your lies.

But I'm not gonna do that.

I think

that this intimidating...

unpredictable person...

maybe it's a role
you've learned to play,

to survive in a dangerous place
for 15 years.

I think you've had to become
what people think you are--

guilty.

Displacement activity
with the cup--

she's breaking through.

But I'm not thinking
about "guilty."

I'm thinking about,
I don't know...

accountable?

Instead of punishing,
"correcting..."

...if an actual crime
has been committed, which...

to me--

if not to Inspector Danilo...

...is still
an open question.

Nine-nine-four-one.

For 15 years, that's...

all I've been.

"9941"--

how all the guards saw me.

You don't look at me
like a number.

You saw my face.

Tell your dad "salt".

That's how you survive.

Tell him to hoard it,
any way he can.

You start to lose your taste
once you've been in a while,

so, salt's valuable
for, like, bartering.

What was the first thing
you ate when you got out?

Haven't really eaten much.

Okay, well, what food
did you miss the most?

Ice cream cake.

Cookies and cream,
from Colebrook Creamery.

Nice.

But the rule was
"never on a birthday."

That would make it ordinary.

Is today your birthday?

No.

Good.

Mine either.

All right...

"Colebrook."

Cake is up.

E.T.A., 14 minutes.

You just ordered it?

Yeah.

On your phone?

Yep!

Christ!

You know, when I was a kid,

I thought that the future
would be all...

jetpacks and holodecks,

but it turns out
that it's phones

that can order ice cream cake.

Constable Sohal.
Got a sec?

Not especially.

I wanted to apologize.

I may have got off
on the wrong foot.

Okay.

I've known Doug

almost as long
as he's been on the force.

He's a good cop,

with an outstanding
track record.

What you might not know

is...

how challenging things
are at home right now.

His wife left him,
moved to Kelowna.

He's trying to be there
for his boy,

but Will's going through
a hard time, too.

Kid's been living in a van.

A van?

Uh... yeah, I heard
something about that.

He's hanging
with the wrong crowd?

Got picked up for vandalism
and graffiti, too.

That's too bad.

Doug's trying to be a Dad,

but, between us,
when he's had a drink,

they get into it,
say a few things they regret.

You know--
fathers and sons.

I'm just saying...

Doug's trying,

he wants to do better,

but if you and Vince were
to file a report right now--

Yeah, I hear you.

Okay, let me think about it.

Family is everything.

Hey, Sab.

Can you talk?

Yeah. What's going on?

Ricochet88's source--

the "dickhead with a badge,"
I think I might know

-who it is.
-What? Who?

A CFPC cop

with an estranged son who's
currently living in a van--

a guy who talks too much
when he's had a drink.

Can you do a search for a "Will"
or a "William Gabinski."

His dad's part of the frame-up?

Yeah, I'm not sure.
Just because he knew

about the arrest in advance,
doesn't mean he knew

that the actual
arrest charges were bogus.

Don't mention it
to Dad or Max.

-Gotta go.
-'Kay.

That's exactly the same!

Well, who needs birthdays?

And whose idea was the cake?

Chloe's,
from when we were about nine.

Mrs. Maranak,
she lived down the street,

and we would do
odd jobs for her.

Mrs. Maranak?

She'd give us a bit of cash,

and we'd save up
until we had a special occasion.

You and Chloe were close?

She was at our house
all the time.

Her parents were...

you know.

She'd show up at our door
and she'd be welcome,

no questions asked.

What kind of special occasions
did you celebrate?

Sometimes,
just that we had cake.

Well... that is worth
celebrating.

And that you were there for her.

I wasn't.

You weren't there for her?
It sounds like--

Well, I wasn't!

Why didn't you tell me
Chloe died by suicide

right before Sylvia got out?

-I didn't see the relevance.
-"Didn't see the--"

Why did no one take
this friendship seriously?

Sabrina, just take a sec--

This friendship
that pushed them together,

-to a dark enough place--
-You just shut a suspect down--

-...That a man died?
-...and walked out on her!

-The clock is running down--
-You sent me in there--

-You're wasting time with cake.
-...Incomplete information--

Sohal! Danilo. Enough.

With your permission,

I would like to continue
to look at the files.

Look, Inspector,
we have nothing to lose.

Gillian, can we find
a Mrs. Maranak?

-Bring her to the station, ASAP?
-Copy.

What's our thinking
here, Sohal?

We're going back
to the farmhouse.

When they were sent
to separate facilities,

the Court ordered no contact,

but they got their hands
on burner phones inside.

Chloe and Sylvia were
communicating by text every day.

Yeah, but it says

that Chloe was placed
on an inspection list

and her phone was confiscated.

And weeks later,
she hung herself.

Mrs. Maranak?

Constable Derickson,
did you get what I asked for?

Thanks.

I'm Corporal Brambilla
and this is Constable Sohal.

Call me "Mrs. M."

I thought I was in the clear,

making it to this age

without ever having to ride
in the back of a squad car.

Well, we're sorry
to trouble you--

Didn't say
I didn't enjoy it.

You wanted to talk
about Sylvia and Chloe?

Yes. Thank you for coming in.

You mind
stepping in with us?

Uh, no.

That's their farmhouse!

Brenda kept it up for Sylvia,
as long as she could.

She knew how much this place
meant to her kids.

"Kids," plural?

Brenda always said
she had two kids,

Sylvia,
and then Chloe.

Uh, Gillian, can you take us
to the bedroom?

Mm-hmm.

Mrs. M, can you can confirm
for us,

that this is...
Chloe and Sylvia?

Like the day I met them.

You sometimes gave them
odd jobs to do?

I needed a hand
for some things, yeah.

Chloe's file mentions
a history of domestic violence?

I-I wouldn't know
anything about that.

The girls came over, one day,
looking for a job to do,

so they could save up
for one of their special cakes.

They helped me
pot some plants,

and I was glad of the company.

Actually, I was--
I was having a tough day...

...and Chloe must've
picked up on it.

She just wrapped her arms
around me,

and she squeezed,
tight-tight-tight--

...and she said--

"It's okay.

It's gonna be okay."

Sweet kid.

I figured it was because
nobody ever hugged her

when she lived
in her own home...

and when she learned it,
from Brenda and-and Sylvia,

she never stopped.

It was like she was making up
for lost time.

That's what she was like...

impulsive.

Loyal.

I mean,
this woman's a brick wall.

I tried compassion,

I tried "give
the Fletcher family closure--"

I tried, uh--

Inspector Danilo.

I may have an angle.
Please.

Let me talk to her again.

Tell me

if I got this right,
Sylvia.

For 15 years,

you had been
counting down the days

until your release--
three days ago.

You get home...

you get the place ready.

You make the beds,

fluff the pillows...

...and you put out flowers.

And then, the next day,
the records say

that you went
to go see Chloe.

I mean, you thought
that you would be

seeing her face
for the first time

since the trial,

to tell her...

that there was a place
waiting for her,

the place
that she had always felt safe.

And when you got there,
that's when you found out.

No one had even bothered...

...to tell you
that Chloe had died--

...that she had died
soon after she lost her phone,

when you stopped being able
to be there for her,

when she had been there
for you,

unconditionally.

She saw what had happened
between her parents.

She saw
the same thing happening

to you,

and no one believed you,

and, for Chloe,
it was simple--

because that's how
Chloe's heart works--

loyal,

impulsive.

And she had to protect you,

and, so, on your hike
up the Chief,

she tried to.

But when he fought back,
she needed your help,

so you helped her,

and he fell,

and you both... ran.

Does that sound about right
so far?

Yeah.

That sounds right.

So...

...you have just lost
your best friend,

who had sacrificed everything
out of loyalty to you,

and you get home--

I mean, your-- your key
still worked, right?

And you are this close
to falling apart...

...and then
this stranger walks in,

and he tells you

that it's not your home,

it's his.

Y-You didn't know
that it had sold.

No one told you that, either.

Did he know who you were?

No.

Not at first,
and then...

...then he did.

Then how did
he look at you then?

Scared.

He was scared of me.

He thought I'd escaped
or something,

he was gonna call the police,
say "the killer's here."

Then he saw the scissors

on the table,
between us--

the ones that I'd used
for the flowers...

It happened so fast.

He reached for them

so that I wouldn't
get them first,

and I shoved him back--
I just went blind!

For one second--
for one second!--

...I saw,

what he saw.

I turned into...

what he thought I was.

"9941."

15 years,
your back against the wall,

you're always on guard.

You see someone reach
for a blade,

you move fast!

And then...

...I'm at the bottom
of the basement stairs...

...and the guy's under me

and his neck's broken,
and I'm just...

"The guy"?

Fletcher.

Artem... Fletcher.

H-He--

...did nothing wrong.

He just...

he showed up.

He should still be alive,
I just--

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'll...

I'll tell you where I left him.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

I'm going right back,
aren't I?

Aren't I?

I'm going back.

Ah. Constable Sohal.

The Fletcher family
is downstairs.

They'd like
to personally thank you.

I'd rather not,
if that's okay.

Yeah. I get it.

Crown's going to look
at manslaughter,

given the circumstances.

But come join us at the bar.

The Fletcher File's closed.
It's a big day.

There's a six-month post
in Serious Crimes opening up.

I want you to know that
I'm putting in a recommendation.

You've earned it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Another turn
of the revolving door.

You should go...
to the bar.

You know?
Detectives there, brass...

A celebration.

I know.

You know what?

Doesn't hurt to have friends.

You gonna be there?

No, I-I got tickets
with Helena--

-Yeah, yeah.
-No, no. Hey, hey.

You wanted to know
what I put in your eval?

Yeah. Yeah, I wanna know.

What I said was--

...you got this.

You really got this.

Sabrina, hey.

I was hoping
you'd be here tonight.

Um, I've had a long day.

Uh, listen, I just--
I just wanted to thank you.

For?

For not reporting me.

We actually haven't decided.

Look, it's no excuse, I know,

but things are a little...

uh, they're a little complicated
for me at home, right now,

and I'm...

I'm trying to do better,
so...

so, thanks.

Yep.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Oh, hey.

-Hey.
-What are you having to drink?

A shot and a beer?

-Sure.
-'Kay.

Can I get two more,
for the both of us?

You don't look very festive.

She gets out of prison
three days ago,

and now she's headed
right back?

You were there--

at the Sentencing Circle.

You don't think that there are
things that we can learn?

Oh, yeah, I think there is
a lot we should learn

about how to not make our jobs

a glorified
inmate-delivery system

for the prison pipeline,
but, um, ahem--

I should shut up
about that.

You should, uh,
speak your mind.

Uh, no.

No, unfortunately,
I am not free to speak my mind.

There's an infinity

of potential regret
in that direction, so.

Is this you?

Or is this
what you've had to drink?

This is me.

Mm, disinhibited by
what I've had to drink.

Well, Mr. Disinhibited, it--

it's nice to meet you.

Pleasure.

But I'm gonna call you a car.

You are cut off.

What are we doing?

We're getting you tucked in.

No.

What are we doing?

Doing about what?

About all the wrong things?

What wrong things?

We can't.

I know.

I'm gonna get you some water.

Water...

water's good.

Sab?

Yeah, how do I access
a secure laptop

without a password?

What?

I have access
to the Assistant Crown's laptop,

but I don't have much time.

Okay. Um...

do you see anything
plugged into

the side of the laptop?

No.

Uh, 'kay,
you're gonna need, um,

a personal authenticator.

It looks like a USB key,

could be flat.

They're extremely secure,
they use them

for government laptops.

Okay. Got it. I'm in.
Now what?

What are you seeing?

Uh... hang on.

"Sohal." Here we go.

It's encrypted.

Okay, it doesn't matter.
Copy it.

Okay, it's loading.

Well, you, uh--

you know this is--

Yeah. I know.
I didn't plan this. It just--

Got it. Thanks. Bye.

Mm.

It's okay. Shh.

It's gonna be okay.