All language subtitles for The Irrational s02e03 Bad Blood.eng

- You got this, Soph!

- Come on, ref!

- You make it too easy.

[dramatic music]

?

- Aah!
[whistle blows]

- Come on!

- [groaning]
- Back off!

- How's that for easy?

- Lia? Come on, come on,
come on, wake up.

- Oh, my God.

- Somebody go get
help right now.

- Is she okay?
What happened?

- Come on, come on,
come on, come on, wake up.

Oh.

Soph, what have you done?

[dramatic music]

?

[indistinct chatter]

- Tom.
- Professor Mercer.

How'd the Columbia lecture go?

- No one dozed off,
so that's a win.

So how can I help the New York
District Attorney's Office?

- We've got a bit

of a Tonya Harding/
Nancy Kerrigan situation.

Back in their Ivy League days,
Lia, the victim,

broke Soph
over there's collarbone,

ended Soph's Olympic dreams.
- So last night?

- Soph paid Lia
back with interest.

- It sounds like
ancient history.

Why would Soph
take revenge now?

- Well, now they both work
in the same investment firm--

Sondock Ficher.

And Lia just beat Soph out
for a promotion,

high-pressure work environment,
old resentments.

- Tom, people get
hurt playing hockey.

Sometimes they even die.

If you hate someone and you
kill them during the game,

does that make it murder?

- Well, that's why you're here.

A bit of an irrational
question, isn't it?

- You got my attention.

- All I ask is
an honest assessment.

- Hmm.

Do you mind if I ask
how you're feeling?

- I haven't slept.

They won't let me leave
this stupid rink.

This is all insane.

- Well, a woman is dead.

We need to figure out
how that happened.

- What you're trying to do
is get me for murder.

But in hockey, injuries
happen all the time.

It's just the way
the game's played.

- The difference
is Lia is dead.

And if you were trying to
hurt her, that's intent.

- It was an accident.

Finally.

Um, my firm sent over a lawyer
and a crisis manager.

You should probably
go talk to them.

- A crisis manager--
you mean a fixer?

- Alec.

What a lovely surprise.
- Rose.

- Let me guess,
you're working for the DA.

- I'm sorry.
Do you two know each other?

- We've worked
on a few cases together, yes.

- Although on this one,

it appears we'll be
on opposite sides.

?

- All right, everybody.

Welcome to Outside the
Beltway's semiannual Codeathon.

Today's theme is encryption.

- Pink Potentate's
in the house.

Guess I better up my game.

- It's good to have goals.

- First person to create
an airtight lockup

for the data on your screen
wins $1,000.

Starts in three, two, one, go.

[keys clacking rapidly]

- I'm sorry, Alec.

I should have called you
the moment I got back.

- It's all right. It's just not
how I imagined our reunion.

Uh, you all right?

Last time I saw you--
- [scoffs]

I was far from my best.

But I've had time
to recover and reflect.

I'm well.

Sadly, though, our real reunion
will have to wait,

seeing as how we're
at odds here professionally.

- Right. When you're
on a case, you play to win.

- My clients don't pay me
to lose.

- Uh, wait, what time did
Sondock Ficher call you?

- A little before midnight.
Why?

- Because when I saw you,

I assumed that you were brought
in, at least partly,

to neutralize me.

But Tom didn't call me
till almost 12:30.

- In other words,
your ADA friend called you in

to neutralize me.

Hmm.

?

- You're right. I called you in
once I heard the defense

was bringing in Rose Dinshaw.

- You knew I was
in a relationship with her.

I ought to recuse.
- Hear me out.

I had planned
to call you anyway.

The fact that she was brought
on just sped up the urgency.

- I got to say, Tom,
it feels personal.

- Yeah, well, maybe it is.

Look, Lia was
a middle-class kid

who worked for everything
she got, like us.

And then on the other side,
you've got Soph Rawlings.

- Who's showing no remorse.

- I don't think
she's capable of it.

Look, her family is loaded.

Her dad's
a real estate developer

who's made sure that Soph never
has to face the consequences

of her actions.

Look, Professor, I can't win
this case without you.

And Soph--Soph is guilty.
I know it.

- You said you think the motive
was a dispute at work.

- Yeah. The firm they work at
is a shark tank.

- Well, then I guess
I better dive in.

[indistinct chatter]

- Pressure makes diamonds.

Sure, Soph and Lia were
at each other's throat,

but it was a plus.

They pushed each other.
They made each other better.

- Mr. Mahoney?

- Except now one
of them is dead.

- Which is a tragedy,
but hockey is a violent game.

Now, can we just clear up
this whole murder nonsense

so Soph can get back to work?

- What Bruce is saying
in his own special way

is that we are all devastated
about what happened to Lia,

but they can't possibly hold
Soph criminally responsible.

- You just promoted Lia.

I'd think you'd want to get
to the truth of what happened.

- I loved Lia.

We just celebrated
her promotion

over dinner a few nights ago.

I mentored both of them.

And Soph can be intense,
but murder?

- So how did Soph take Lia
getting promoted over her?

- Uh, we have
a strict no-snowflake policy.

People here don't whine
if things don't go their way.

They work harder.

- Joy, I feel like
there's something

you're not telling me.

- Soph didn't exactly whine,

but after the promotion
was announced,

she did say that
she would get Lia.

- Oh, come on,
that's just locker room talk.

Look, you spend an hour
out in the bullpen,

you'll hear worse
than that, believe me.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

trading is about to close
in Paris.

I'll leave you
in Joy's capable hands.

Hey, Cass,
another espresso, pronto.

- Is there anyone else here

who might have insight into
Soph and Lia's relationship?

- Here? No.
Bruce is right.

Nobody's crying
in the ladies' room.

You might want to talk
to, um, Lia's boyfriend, Zane.

He's an actor/waiter.

Don't ask me what
she saw in him.

But if she felt
threatened by Soph,

he would be the one person
she would have told.

- [chuckles]
Done.

[computer beeping and pinging]

[laughing]

- What?
- How'd you do that so fast?

- Are you kidding?

- All right, if everything
checks out, Kylie's our winner.

- Damn it.
- [chuckles] No way.

- Check for yourself.

- Hmm.

- Just don't drop any tears
on my keyboard.

- Oh, judgment, thou art
fled to brutish beasts.

And men have lost their reason!

Bear with me.

My heart is in the coffin there
with Caesar.

- Yeah, come on in.

- Zane?
- Uh-huh.

- I'm Alec. I'm a director
at American Repertory Theater.

Your performance tonight,
it blew me away.

- You know, this is
really something,

because first it was a Broadway
producer and now a director.

Nice.
Here, please.

?

- Rose, my producing partner.

So you made it after all.

Wonderful.
- Oh.

- Now we can both talk
to Zane together.

- Well, I had hoped that
I could talk to him on my own.

[chuckles]
But, uh, since you're here,

Alec and I are mounting
a stage production

of "A Streetcar Named Desire."

We're looking for someone fresh
to play Stanley Kowalski.

- Your Mark Antony tonight...
- [gasps]

- Was so real,
charged with grief.

I'd love to know where that...
[groans softly]

Came from.
- Mm.

- Honestly, I've--
[scoffs]

I've had a really bad week.

But I'd rather not talk
about it, i-if that's okay.

- Alec is an artist, like you.

He needs to know you
as an artist.

[dramatic music]

- My girlfriend just died
playing hockey.

- I'm so sorry.
That was your girlfriend.

I read about that.

Didn't they arrest
another player?

- Yeah, Soph Rawlings.

She hated Lia.

- But it was just
an accident, right?

- I guess.

But, honestly,

I blame Bex, Lia's goalie,
and the league medic.

And she should have stopped
Lia's bleeding,

but she didn't.

- It's normal
in situations like this

to look for someone to blame

for your grief
and your sadness.

I learned that
researching "Hamlet."

- See, now, if you ask me,

Bex is just trying to
get out of paying

Lia back what she owed her.

- Bex owed Lia money?

- $85,000.

?

[knock at door]
- Hey, girl.

You wanted to see me?
- Yeah.

Uh, there was
a ransomware attack

in Delaware this morning.

Someone flooded a big insurance
company's computer screens

with cat memes,
encrypted their data,

and forced them
to pay a $100,000 ransom.

- [laughs] All right, yeah,
I heard about that.

But you want me
to help you find the hacker?

- FBI techs already
found the hacker's name

hidden in the code.

- You look worried.

- It's signed
"Pink Potentate."

- That's me.
- I know.

But I also know you would
never do anything like this.

So what is going on?

- I wrote this at a codeathon.

Damn, that's messed up.
Someone stole it.

- Whoever it is compromised

a lot of innocent people's
personal data.

And whether it was by design
or just careless,

they made you look
like the culprit.

I took this case
to get ahead of it.

But the best way to protect you
is to find the real hacker.

?

- I just got the results
from an experiment

I had my team run.

Rizwan and Simon got people
to play board games

to ramp up
their competitiveness.

The winner gets $100.
- I want to be the dog.

- That's right.
Pay the man.

- Two.
- You owe me $200.

- This is total crap!

- Hey, there.
Easy, tiger.

- Then we put them in go-karts.

- Go!

- The people that were primed
for competition

were 50% more aggressive.

One outlier
even became violent.

In an exit interview,

she said that she was cheated
in the board game.

- Soph was competitive.
She felt cheated.

You think that made her more
violent with Lia on the ice.

- It's suggestive.

And it backs Tom's pursuit
of murder, too.

- Except we have a new suspect.
That's why we're here.

- Anything Bex did
would have been opportunistic.

She was not the one
that attacked Lia.

That's still Soph.
- [chuckles]

You really don't like to lose.
- Uh, point taken.

But we need to be sure
that our competitiveness

doesn't lead
to unnecessary aggression.

- And what
about necessary aggression?

- We both want the truth.
Let's focus on that.

- Hey.

Aren't you two working
on Lia's case?

I've been hoping to talk
to someone about that.

- I'm not like
those other girls

in their cushy
Wall Street gigs.

For me, it's hockey.

I coach, work the rink,
sharpen skates,

and I goalie for, like, three
of these Richie Rich teams.

- But you don't mind
taking their money?

- [scoffs] I need it.
They've got it.

- Like with Lia?

We know you owe
Lia a lot of money.

She paid the back taxes
on your mother's house.

- Wait, you think
I let Lia die for money?

Are you for real?

- That anger of yours
is covering up for something.

And if I had to guess,
I'd say it was guilt.

- Or it could be fear, shame.

And whatever it is, it won't go
away until you talk about it.

- Remember, you wanted
to talk to us.

So say what you have to say.

?

- I've treated dozens
of cuts like Lia's.

But this time,
I couldn't stop the bleeding.

I wanted to save Lia.
I tried.

But there was so much blood.

What if I messed up?

Tell me what I did wrong.

?

- This isn't how I imagined my
first undercover FBI mission.

- You're going to do great.

- I just wish I didn't
feel like such a narc.

- Remember, intentionally
or not, someone framed you.

Now go make them pay.

- Kylie.
- Hey.

- There she is.
- You're paying, right?

- What are you doing?
- Can you believe this guy?

He's been recording
his footprinting in Excel.

- Hmm.
- [laughs] What is this, 2010?

- Please, your entire
footprinting log is,

"Can't get in.
Too hard."

- Oh!

Hey, speaking of logs,

have any of you been tracking
that insurance-company hack?

Because I tried to find
a breach log

or a victory dance online, and
all the usual sites are empty.

- I have not been
paying attention.

- I have. Whoever did it
has been playing it close.

- Well, they should be flexing.
It was hilarious--

using cat memes to block
the monitors

while they totally lock down
their data.

Chef's kiss.

- Yeah, but it could have
caused a lot of harm,

I mean, all that client data.

- No more harm than insurance
companies already do.

I mean, they kept their
passwords in a spreadsheet

labeled "Passwords."
[laughter]

They deserve what they got.

- Now, that's someone
worth looking into.

[indistinct chatter]

- Okay.
Thank you.

No ME report yet,

but I did get through
to Lia's parents.

They say they didn't know
of any underlying condition

that could have caused
her to bleed out.

- [sighs] Nothing
on her socials either--

no hospital visits,
no mention of doctors.

Thank you, by the way.

You've been
very patient with me--

not a single question
about what happened to us...

how we left off.

- I am worried about you.

You went through hell,
and then you just ran off.

- I just needed time

to sort through everything
that happened

and how I felt about it
on my own.

- And?

Are you feeling sorted?

- Nearly.

[cell phone chiming, vibrating]

- Medical examiner's
report just came in.

Lia tested positive
for very high levels

of warfarin.

That's a blood thinner.

She had no prescriptions,
no conditions that required it.

- Warfarin isn't just used
as medicine.

It's also an active ingredient
in rat poison.

It kills by making
them bleed out,

the same way Lia did,

which means Lia didn't just
die from Soph's cut.

- Someone was poisoning her.

- Good night.
Get home safe.

- Hey, you got a sec?
- Yeah, what's up?

- It's about that
insurance-company hack.

- Are you still on that?

- Yes, I am...

because the hacker used
my encryption program

in the ransomware.

- S-seriously?

It's a compliment,
if you think about it.

If you're going to steal from
someone, steal from the best.

- Sounds like she
might be our person.

- Hold on.

[device beeps, static whirs]

[dramatic music]

- Is that a mic?

Are you recording me?

- I was, but I'm not now.

- What the hell, Ky?

Are you working with your
brother, with the Feds?

- I am contracting
with the FBI.

- Wow.
- It's my new job.

See, right now I'm trying
to bust whoever stole my code

and is using it as ransomware.

- So you're coming at me?
- Well, it was your codeathon.

You had access
to my encryption program.

I mean, come on, Angelique,

you didn't even bother
to take my signature out.

- Oh, I took it out.

- No, it was still
in the ransomware.

- Yeah, well, that wasn't me.

But I did crib off your code.

I took pieces of it,
erased your signature,

incorporated it
into an assignment,

and turned it into my work.

- So you passed off
my code as your own?

- I'm sorry, but I was
under a lot of pressure.

And I would never give your
code to a Fortune 500 company

and then use it for a hack.

?

- So you're saying
I got ripped off twice.

- NYPD is checking
the hockey rink, locker room,

Lia's office, Soph's place,
and Lia and Zane's apartment.

If there's poison,
they'll find it.

- But the warfarin
in Lia's blood

is enough to clear Soph, right?

- If Soph is innocent,
we'll figure that out.

Either way,
we follow the evidence.

- What the hell is
with you people?

- Soph?

- I just spent an hour
talking to a detective.

And now my lawyer says that you
searched my condo for poison.

?

You think that I poisoned
Lia and then cut her?

I'm not a monster.
- Soph, this isn't helping.

- No, poison means that someone
else was trying to kill Lia,

and I am innocent.

- Did you ever consider that
maybe it's your lack of remorse

that's keeping you a suspect?
- You don't think I'm sorry?

That's your problem?

Of course I am sorry.

Yes, okay, Lia and I had beef.

But we were actually
friends once.

I am not who you think I am.

- I think you're human.

As for the rest,
we're figuring it out.

You should listen to Rose.
Let her handle this.

- Okay.

I'll go.

But whoever poisoned Lia hated
her way more than I ever did.

You should probably be looking
for that person.

?

[cell phone chimes]
- It's Forensics.

They found warfarin-based
rat poison in Lia's yogurt

and in Zane's walk-in closet.

- You said
"follow the evidence."

It seems like it leads
right to Zane.

- So you're okay
with what Angelique did?

- I mean, I don't love it,
but it happens.

And it does sort of prove
her innocence.

- Well, you still shouldn't
have took off the wire.

- I didn't feel right
recording her.

- Well, you did get her
to cooperate,

and she seems to be
in the clear.

But before you give me
those I-told-you-so eyes,

you should know the hacker
struck again this morning--

a payday lender in Texas.

We need to stop this.

And I have someone who
might give us some insight.

- Phoebe.

- Thanks for coming, Phoebe.
- Happy to help.

I've been missing this
not working for the professor.

Here. Um, but, first,
I should say,

I'm not entirely comfortable
with profiling.

Alec's proven it can wander
into pseudoscience.

- Suspect profiles
can be problematic.

But at times,
I find them helpful.

- Because of the Barnum effect.

Police retroactively
reinterpret profiles

to fit the person they arrest.

But if you base a profile
on hard data, statistics,

it can be less fakey.

- Really selling
it there, girl.

- Statistics, then.

- Statistically, your hacker
is most likely male, white,

above average in intelligence,

and in his
late 20s to early 30s.

- Well, that just
about describes everyone

in our group,
except me and Angelique.

- Also, the fact that
the hacker was sloppy enough

to leave in your signature

implies he's not
an expert programmer.

He probably built his hack
using other people's tools,

stolen or found online.

- He's a skiddie--
a script kiddie.

Skiddies are hackers
who use plug-and-play code.

Anything else?

- Now we're getting
into speculation,

but studies show that
online video game cheaters

don't just want to win.

They want a claim, for other
people to see them as skilled,

even if they didn't earn it.

There could be parallels,

which means I might have a way
to identify him.

Hey, can I ask you something?

- Well, I do owe you one
for the pseudoscience.

- [chuckles]

If someone above you
in a position of authority

was doing something wrong

but reporting it
could get you in trouble,

what would you do?

- You're asking me that?

I went after my FBI mentor
and a sitting U.S. senator.

You know that.

I don't think you're looking
for advice.

I think you're looking
for permission.

- Maybe.

But what if I'm not
as badass as you?

- Is the person you're talking
about a mass murderer?

- No, a plagiarist.

- Well, then I think
you can handle it.

But I'm here
if you need anything.

- This is crazy.

It's crazy.
I-I love Lia.

Why would I poison her?

- This isn't
looking good, Zane.

- I'd poison myself
if it would bring her back.

- A little over the top, right?

I mean, he meant for that
rat poison to kill her.

And if she'd eaten the rest
of that yogurt, it would have.

- I'm not so sure this is Zane.

Look at the way this rat poison
was left behind--

barely hidden, on its side,
at an off angle.

But I don't think
Zane's capable

of leaving the poison that way.

In his dressing room,

he lined his script just so.

Look at his walk-in closet--

shoes perfectly lined,

clothes organized by color.

Zane has OCD.

- So he couldn't have tolerated

leaving the rat poison
like that.

He would have felt compelled
to align it.

- Lia did call Zane
a neat freak in their texts.

I mean, they joked about it.

- I'd like to pin this on Zane.
It would help my client.

But I don't think he did it.

You mentioned Lia's texts.
Can we see them?

- Uh, we're still processing
the evidence.

- You don't want to share
with Soph's team yet.

But this is
a wider investigation now.

If you still want my help,

you have to give full access--
to both of us.

?

- My word,
Lia sent a lot of texts.

It's as if she were trying
to author "War and Peace"

five words at a time.
- Texts are easy to write.

They're short,
emotionally distant.

They're perfect
for a generation

with diminished
attention spans.

- Gen X hath spoken.

[giggles]

Look at this.

Lia texted a friend
back home complaining

that someone was harassing her
at work--no name.

She called him Squidward.

- Like the octopus
from "SpongeBob."

I get it--all hands.

- These texts get dark.

In this one,

when she finally threatens
to report Squidward to HR,

she wrote,
"He said he would end me,"

here, all in caps--
a death threat.

- Maybe.

So who's Squidward?

- Sadly, Squidward
could be a lot of people.

This firm is a boys' club,

and the boys take care
of their own.

- Is that what you said to Lia
when she complained to you?

- [scoffs]
If she said anything to me,

I would have told her that even
when HR listens, which is rare,

men like Squidward
only get slaps on the wrist.

Nothing changes.

- You tried to be a mentor
to Lia.

You gave her your best advice
in a bad situation.

It's not your fault
if she didn't listen.

- You're saying that maybe Lia
went to HR despite my advice...

or threatened Squidward
that she would.

- And now she's dead.

Tell us his name, Joy.

[dramatic music]

- Did I ask Lia out?
Sure. Why wouldn't I?

I'm divorced.
She was a beautiful woman.

But when she said she wasn't
interested, I backed off.

It's no biggie.

- It is so easy to overstep
with this younger generation.

Believe me,
as a college professor,

I run into it all the time.
- Exactly.

I mean, you flirt a little,
and they want to cancel you.

- Lia threatened to go to HR.

- Yeah.

I got a little heated, but
I know when to cut my losses.

You're barking
at the wrong caveman.

- You're using something called
the contrast effect--

admitting
to a lesser wrongdoing

to deflect
from a larger transgression.

- Except in this case,
it's true.

HR let me off
with a stern talking-to,

and Lia dropped it.

And if you don't believe me...

[keys clacking]
Check for yourself.

?

- These are
Lia's company emails,

not to mention her corporate
credit card charges

and calendar app.

Why didn't you turn
these over before?

- Mm, according to our lawyers,

monitoring my employees'
computer activity

is a, uh, legal gray area.

- Lia booked ride shares
to the same address

three times in the weeks
leading to her death.

Her calendar says she
was meeting someone named TW--

initials only.

- Where did
the two of them meet?

- [gasps]
Karaoke--I love it.

- I wouldn't have pegged you
for a karaoke aficionado.

- I did work undercover
as a lounge singer in Nairobi.

- Let's talk to the bartender,

see if he can tell us
who TW is.

- No need.

Let me show you
another spy trick.

- Spy trick.

- Sign-in sheet, please.

Sometimes the simplest plans
are the best.

According to her calendar app,

Lia was here
two nights before she died.

Here's a TW
from that very night.

- Trevor Whitman,
"Highway to Hell."

- I know a Trevor Whitman--

a financial reporter for
"The Times," a real muckraker.

If he was meeting with Lia
in secret, something was afoot.

- We need to find
out what it was.

- Bam!

Eduardo Silva,

aka DevilMaker333.

This is the guy who did
our ransomware attacks.

- You found him?
- Damn right I did.

Now, bask in the Kylie.

- Wait.

You think the hacker
was some guy from Argentina?

- That's right.

Give someone else credit,
make the real hacker jealous.

- This isn't just some guy
from Argentina.

The company's firewalls
were breached

the same way DevilMaker
hacked Pravda last year.

- IoT exploit?
- Yeah.

He used the company's
AC Wi-Fi controls.

I mean, that is next level.

This guy was already top tier,

but this is going
to make him a legend.

- There's no way
this is DevilMaker.

- I have a stack of evidence,
honey, that says it was.

- Well, then your evidence
is bull,

'cause I know for a fact,
it wasn't him.

- Jared, chill out.

- I am chill.

I am just not letting her give
all the credit

to some overrated glory hound.

Okay, answer me this--
if this is DevilMaker,

how does he access
the AC system?

One's in Texas.
One's in Delaware.

Guy's in Argentina?

- I don't know.
Maybe he has an accomplice.

- Oh, so now
your legend needs help.

No, this is a one-man op.

Whoever did this
got into the factory

where they make the AC units,
compromised them,

and waited for them
to be installed.

That's genius.

- None of those details
are public.

And those AC units are made
50 miles from here.

- That doesn't make any sense.

The encryption code was
date-stamped a few days ago.

- That's the beauty of it--

because once the hacker
controls the AC Wi-Fi,

he can slip into those
company computers anytime.

[slaps table]
Bam!

- Wow, Jared.

You got all this sussed out.

I mean, if your coding skills
weren't so basic,

I would assume
that you were the hacker.

- "Basic"?

When this is DevilMaker,
you think it's top tier.

Now that it's me, I'm basic?

?

- [stammering]
I just--I got to go.

?

- Hey, uh, Jared.

You forgot your evidence.

?

- Nicely done.
Let's get him.

- Lia reached out,

said she thought someone
at her firm was embezzling,

but she didn't want
to name names.

She was afraid of blowback.

- Fits the corporate culture.

- I sniffed around to see if
I could confirm her suspicions.

There were signs,
but no hard evidence.

A few days ago,
Lia agreed to do some digging

in the company records.

- And then she died.

- I guess I want to believe
her death

didn't have anything to do with
our investigation or with me.

- Because you didn't want
to feel responsible,

which is very human.

- It sounds like Lia
suspected someone specific.

Did she give you any hints
on the embezzler's identity?

- Just that whoever it was
felt cheated by the company

and that they planned
to flee the country.

- You said
the killer felt cheated.

One funny thing
about experiments

is sometimes the results
don't mean much,

until they do,
like our violent outlier.

?

I think I know
who murdered Lia.

Now we have to prove it.

[distant siren wailing]

- Hey, Angelique...

thank you
for not tipping off Jared

when he was in the middle
of his confession.

I really appreciate that.

- I only kept my mouth shut
because I was afraid

you'd arrest me
for "accomplicing" or whatever.

That's what you Feds do, right?

- Wait, Jared was committing
serious crimes.

He had to be stopped.

- Maybe...

but not by one of us.

[dramatic music]

?

[door opens, closes]

- What are you two doing here?

- We have an update
on the case.

- So...

Lia was poisoned
by an embezzler?

And if I hadn't cut her,

she would have died anyway.

Why do I still feel so guilty?

- Because, Soph,
you're not a sociopath,

which is why
I have hope for you.

That said, you were reckless
and violent.

- Look, I, uh...

I never meant for Lia to die.

But...

I definitely meant to hurt her.

What am I supposed
to do about that?

- You try to balance
the scales.

You can't make it up to Lia,
so you make it up to the world.

?

- How?

[keys clacking]

[knock at door]

- Soph, so good to have
you back.

[chuckles]
[door opens]

And Rose.

Since the both of you are here,

I'm assuming Rose has helped
put all of your unpleasantness

behind you.

- Well, it's not
entirely behind me.

- Unfortunately,

the investigation
into Lia's death has shifted.

The police think someone here
at the firm was embezzling.

- That's terrible.

- Don't bother.

Soph and I looked into it.

We know you've been skimming--
almost $10 million.

- Got to say,
you hid your tracks well.

Only an insider
could have found what you did,

like me or Lia.

You've already handled her.

- Careful.

- You don't need
to threaten me.

Rose and I are here
with an offer.

- I am a fixer, after all.

And I was hired to protect
Soph's best interests

and the firm's.

So Soph's father has agreed
to pay back what you stole,

make the firm whole,

and he will lend you
the family jet

to take you to wherever
your money's waiting.

- Speaking of your money,

since $10 million doesn't
really go as far as it used to,

my father will double it.

- And in return?

- When you get
where you're going,

you admit you poisoned Lia,

take sole responsibility
for her death,

and make it clear
that Soph was not involved.

I'm sure you're headed
to a non-extradition country,

so it won't do you any harm.

- And Soph is off the hook.

- Well, people like me
don't go to jail.

We just go to the ATM.

- A private jet would solve
a lot of problems,

but I-I don't know.

- Soph's father is prepared
to give you

a 25% down payment--
$2.5 million.

Just enter the account number
where he can send it.

?

- [scoffs]

?

- Cyprus--
gorgeous beaches.

- Joy Laslen,
you're under arrest

for embezzlement and murder.

- You set me up.

- Haven't you heard?
I'm a terrible person.

[handcuffs clicking]

?

- I'm impressed, but how did
you know it was Joy?

- An experiment.

My staff used a board game

to prime subjects
for competition,

then tested for aggression.

One outlier got
especially violent.

- All because she felt cheated
in the game.

Joy's been here
longer than Bruce

and has less to show for it.

- And that primed her to be
an aggressive outlier, too.

Then there was
these bookshelves.

They looked bare, until
I noticed the dust patterns

where her mementos used to be.

She was packing to leave.

- Zane confirmed that Joy
and Lia's celebratory dinner

was at their apartment.

So Joy did have access

to Lia's yogurt
and Zane's closet.

- All of which
is circumstantial.

- Which is why we got Soph
to seal the deal.

- I need a minute.
Excuse me.

Hey, Soph.

How you feeling now?
- Glad I could help with Joy.

But I can't stop thinking
about Lia.

Our lives were tangled up
for so long.

And after Lia
broke my collarbone...

she tried to work it out
with me.

And I ignored her.

And I made it worse.

And I would do anything
to take that back.

- [inhales deeply]

Redemption doesn't come
in a single act.

You went down the wrong path,
step by step.

You have to walk the right one
the same way.

- The DA's office
offered me a deal.

- Hmm.

- I'm going to plead guilty
to assault.

- Ah.

- In that moment,
I meant to hurt her,

but I never wanted her to die.

- I'm glad to hear that.

Becoming a better person
is hard work.

But you're off to a good start.

[soft music]

- [crying]
Thank you.

I'm trying.

?

- [sighs]

- Kylie, I know
that that coding group

meant a lot to you.
- I did what I had to do.

I doubt that Angelique
will ever invite me

to one of her events again.

- I had a friend once--Lorna.

We promised
that we were going to be

each other's maids of honor.

But she really liked to party,

and her drugs of choice
weren't always legal.

So, when I joined the FBI,

we stopped hanging out.

And when she got married...

she didn't even invite me.

Working
in law enforcement, oof...

it has its cost.

- This really sucks.

I...

I thought they were
my friends, you know?

- Well, you still have me.

- [sighs]
- [chuckles]

?

[knock at door]

- You're here.

- You have some things
you want to talk about,

and I don't want to do
that over the phone.

- It might have been
easier that way.

- Maybe I don't want
to make it easier.

I know conflict avoidance
when I see it.

?

- I've thought about this
a great deal, and...

What haunts me...

Is this image...

of you...

With a gun pointed
at your head because of me.

- This is the breakup speech.

- [sighs] It's the only way
to protect you.

?

- You know, after I survived
that bomb all those years ago,

I realized that...

every day since is a win.

So you don't have
to protect me.

?

I'm living on stolen time.

And I want to spend that time

doing what I'm passionate about
with people that I--

- Feel passionately about.

- Care deeply for.

?

You're haunted...

by images of me
with a gun to my head.

I saw you
in the same situation,

and I realized,

I don't want to lose
Rose Dinshaw.

?

- And I can't bear
losing you...

which is the problem.

?

It's not safe to be with me.

And if I don't run now,

I don't think I ever will...

?

Because I don't want this
to end.

- Then don't end it.

Stay.

?

Mm.

?

- It appears...

I'm still here.

- Good.

[Ella Fitzgerald's
"Someone to Watch Over Me"]

- ? Although
he may not be the man ?

? Some girls think of

? As handsome

? To my heart

? He carries

? The key

? Won't you tell him, please

? To put on some speed?

? Follow my lead

? Oh, how I need

? Someone who'll watch

? Over me

[vocalizing]

? Someone

? To watch

?

? Over me

?

[dramatic music]

?

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