All language subtitles for High.Potential.S01E12

Hey. Aw. It's okay, boy.

It's okay, boy. I got you.
I got you. I got you.

Everything all right?

See, bud?
Nothing to worry about. Yeah.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Anson! Come here. Help him.

-Oh, my God.
-What happened? Is he breathing?

-Anson. Get a medic.
Somebody get a medic.

Anson, wake up.

Somebody call for help!

Hey, where are you?

Sorry. Sorry.
I'm pulling up right now.

All right. Book in bag.
Let's go.

But Anna and Count Vronsky are--

Will be waiting for you.
Come on, guys.

-Let's see some hustle.
-Oh, yeah. Thanks, Coach.

There was only
one checkout lane open
in the store,

so the place was a zoo,

but I got
everything on the list.

-Elliot, I got your junk cereal.
-Cool.

Don't tell your mom.

Ava, I got spearmint gum

that's at the bottom
of one of these two bags.

Happy fishing.

And most importantly,
fresh diapers for my baby Chloe.

Whoa. Fragrance and dye free?
What is it, her birthday?

Well, you make it easy for me

to do my job
by paying for everything.

Speaking of which, can you
do pickups this afternoon?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

Yeah, I have to move a couple
of things arou... But yes. Yep.

Good? Great. I love you.
Have a great day. Bye.

-Yeah, love you.
-Bye. Have a good one.

Oh. Shut the backdoor
when you leave.

Yes, I'm on it. Have a good one.

You thinking poison?

There's no way to know for sure

until I do an autopsy.

But seems the most likely
based on what I'm seeing.

Good thing is I don't believe
it's an airborne toxin.

I'll call off hazmat.

-Any scene restrictions?
-Don't touch anything.

Eyes only until I get a full
toxicology done at the lab,

find out exactly what we're
really dealing with here.

Gillory, with two L's.

I-I'm sorry.
I don't see--

Come on. Hey! Hi! Hi!

She's clear. Let her through.

Thank you. Thank you so much.
Have a beautiful day.

Seriously? Airport police?

Morgan.

Yeah, I see him. Who is he?

Anson Pierce.

Founder of a company
called Virgo Core Beta Systems.

Just landed from a short flight
out of Orange County.

He's a big player
in the tech world.

Developed
a popular and controversial

social media platform
called Enigmafied.

It can turn any video you have
into a deepfake within minutes.

A few simple words of direction
in Anson's app

can transform images of you

playing with your kids
in the park

to you spanking one
of your kids in the park.

Wow. Awesome.
That's not terrifying at all.

Please tell me Anson wasn't
traveling with a pet.

He was. His dog, Edison.

The animal's fine.

It's being evaluated now along
with Anson's security team
and the pilots.

Go ahead and start processing
the inside of the plane.

Yeah.

Geez. Who's that?

-Adam.
-Ronnie.

This is
FBI Special Agent Oliver.

Respectfully, because
this is an FBI investigation--

Says who?

Well, I don't wanna step
on anyone's toes here,

but you and I both know
that any homicide

originating in US airspace

falls under
the jurisdiction of the FBI.

It's too early to determine
where the homicide originated.

You know what it's not
too soon to determine?

Who our dead guy
got in a fight with

back in Orange County
on the ground.

I don't think those busted blood
vessels are from turbulence.

I'm sorry. Who is she?

I'm standing right here.
You could just ask me.

Who are you?

Morgan.

She's a consultant.

I see.

It's nice to meet you, Morgan.

And you're absolutely right.

The petechiae on the victim's
neck, it's highly unusual.

Our medical examiner's
already arranged

to have the body transported
to our morgue.

So if we need any assistance
on this case, I'll reach out.

I'm gonna take a peek
around the plane, do my thing.

Whoa, whoa, not so fast.

By law, that aircraft
is our crime scene.

Only my team should be
on the plane for the time being.

Would you kindly ask your
detectives to step off, please?

Oz.

Yeah?

Now, look, my concern is

that your medical examiner is
gonna quickly discover

that they are ill-equipped
to crack the code

on whatever toxin
killed our victim,

-let alone deduce how it was
administered.

-Here we go.
-Based on intel
and my intuition,

this is not
a cyanide-in-a-soup situation.

The is far more sophisticated,
okay?

The what of this case
will be hard,

but I guarantee you
the how will be harder.

Are you finished?

I'm gonna wanna be there
for your ME's initial findings.

I'll see you at your precinct.

All right. So...

Not a fan of the feds?

Some guys are better
than others.

And what kind of a guy
is Ronnie Oliver?

If you like
overbearing federal agents

who think they can do no wrong

and wanna call all the shots,
Ronnie would be your guy.

So you guys have
butted heads before.

Yeah, it's been a while.

Well, he called you Adam.

They only people I've heard
call you Adam

are the lieutenant and your mom

-when she called
on your birthday.
-That was a private call.

-Then don't take it
in the bullpen.
-Morgan,

not everything is a puzzle
you need to solve.

Come on. Clearly, you and this
special agent have history.

I need to know what it is
so I can be prepared.

Or use it to make fun of you.

He used to be my partner.

That's all I get?

That's all you get.

You really don't think
your new partner deserves

to know what happened
with your last partner?

You and I are not
officially partners.

Not officially,
but you and I are both--

Morgan, um...

I need a favor.
It's kind of a big one.

-What?
-No more questions
about Ronnie, okay?

Focus on the case.
Can we do that?

-Yes, let's focus on the case.
-Thank you.

Anson Pierce has been
the subject of controversy

over his social media platform.

It lets users create images
and videos that look so real,

it's impossible to tell
what's fake and what's not.

Or it can be used
to create misinformation

that can impact our politics,
destroy reputations

and put people's lives
in danger.

Congress has tried to regulate
his company for years,

but he has an army
of lawyers and lobbyist.

No wonder he needed protection.

Where's his security detail now?

Still in the process of being
cleared at the hospital.

We're getting an ETA
on when they can come in
for questioning.

And if Anson was poisoned
on the plane,

that makes them all suspects.

Diana, it's good to see you.

Always a pleasure, Ronnie.

Hold on.
They let you in the building?

Lieutenant Soto,
so good to see you.

Good to see you.

Wow. It's strange
to be back here.

Yeah, strange to have you back.

I hear you're helping us out
on one of our cases.

Something like that.

We're waiting on the ME
to determine

where the murder took place.

That'll determine jurisdiction.

Shouldn't you have
a visitor badge or something
if you wanna be up here?

I won't stay long.

I just figured while we wait
on your ME's findings,

I'll join you while you question
Anson's family and witnesses.

And I'll need the transcripts
before I leave.

If it's not too much trouble.

Detective,
you mind some company?

Why not?

Gloria, we're very sorry
for your loss.

Right now, we're trying
to gather as much information
as we can.

What can you tell us
about your son?

When most kids were out
kicking a ball or riding bikes,

Anson wanted
to change the world.

He was nine
when I realized his brain works

in ways most of ours don't.

- How long ago were they partners?
- -Sorry.

-A few years before you got
here.

- It's okay.
- Those two set a record

for closing the most cases
in a single year.

Take your time.

They were quite the team.

Until they weren't.

It was a rough year
for all of us.

Every parent hopes
their kid will find something

that they're passionate about.

But you never think
for a moment...

that it might make your child
a target.

Did Anson ever mention anyone
he was concerned about?

All the time.

Jealous competitors, stalkers,
every other tech blogger.

I didn't agree
with everything Anson did.

What parent does?

But his heart was
in the right place.

Mmm.

We're gonna
check Anson's calendar
and see if we can...

ME just called up. Preliminary
autopsy on Anson is finished.

His toxicology screen won't
come back for a day or two.

So we can't be totally sure
he was poisoned?

Or how.

It could be inhaled,
ingested or injected.

And I did find this.

- Injection site?
- That's possible.

But not likely.

-She always like this?
-Yes.

Based on how he died,

my guess would be a poison
in the anthrax family,

but modified.

Okay, we need to know
the makeup of the poison,

so we can determine
who might've created it.

Whoever made the poison may not
be the person who killed Anson.

Right, but they'll probably
remember who they sold it to.

All due respect, we gotta get
this body to my people

as soon as possible.

Former navy SEAL,
coast guard

and we've got Parker.

SWAT team out of Ventura.

I see you're still carrying
your handcuff key, huh?

Yeah, for, uh, good luck.

Guess it wasn't
good enough today.

So you have no idea
how the guy

you were hired to protect
was killed?

Believe me, I wish we did.

You don't know
or you're not telling us?

You think we had something
to do with it?

Do you know how hard it'll be
for any of us to find a job now?

Mr. Pierce died on our watch.

What's more upsetting to you:
His life ending or your career?

Hey, I liked Mr. Pierce,
but we weren't with him 24/7.

If we knew anything,
we'd tell you.

Your boss was a very busy man.

Looks like almost every hour
of his last week

is accounted for here
on his schedule.

The thing
that bothers me is that

every meeting here is
so detailed except for this one:
Orange County.

Two hours, no location, no name.
What's that about?

We don't know.

He had us drive him
to an office building downtown.

He asked us to wait in the car.

We're gonna need that address.

-Morgan, you got anything?
-Not yet.

What about you? None of
those security guards confessed?

No, but there's
a two-hour window

before Anson got on his plane

where they claim
to have no idea where he was.

Well, that's not nothing.

I'm heading back
to the bureau.

I'll have my team look
into the backgrounds

of Anson's security team.

As will we.

Okay. And please expedite
the body transfer.

Ronnie, I think
you should reconsider.

Adam, it's not personal,
all right?

I think it's best for my team
to handle this investigation
without interference.

Things will move a lot faster.
Trust me.

Trust you? Really?

Where'd we get this flash drive?

Found it
in Anson's jacket pocket.

I had it processed this morning.

-It's not his.
-What do you mean?

Anson's first breakthrough
in tech was designing

a higher capacity flash drive

his sophomore year
at Taft High School.

His company
still makes them today.

So, why would he have
a flash drive

from one of his competitors
in his coat pocket?

-He wouldn't.
-Let's see what's on that drive.

Wait. What happened?
Is your computer down too?

- I don't know.
It just went blank.
-What's happened?

What's going on?

What the hell happened?

The hard drive we found on Anson
must've had malware

that breached our fire wall.

I'm running
every antivirus program I can.

Keep trying
till something works.

Someone wanted
what this malware's doing to us

to happen to Anson.

And if someone was able
to give a hard drive to Anson,

then they were close enough
to poison him too.

- Oz, pull any and all CCTV...
- Hmm?

...on Anson's whereabouts
in Orange County

before he boarded his plane
to LA.

Whoever gave that flash drive
to Anson is our prime suspect.

- Got it.
- -I'll head to the field office

and get a tech team to do
a sweep for satellite video.

Great. We can use
all the help we can get.

Until we're back online, there's
nothing else we can do here.

You two, go with him.

So, do we need
to go over the rules?

-Rules?
-Let's just get in, get out,

mine the FBI for any information

we can use on the case,
then get back home.

-You worried
I'm gonna embarrass you?
-Not at all.

I'm just saying let's both
be on our best behavior, okay?

Always.

Ma'am, I'm gonna have
to ask you to empty your bag.

You got it.

Applesauce.

Agent Oliver.

Everyone, this is
Detective Karadec from the LAPD.

-And his consultant...
-Gillory. Nice to meet you all.

All right.
Rina's one of top profilers

and was about
to take us through.

Yeah, great.

Okay. Now, based upon
what we know

about Anson Pierce's murder,

and data from a wide range
of crimes like this,

I believe the killer was
likely a single white male.

Educated but unemployed.
Someone in his orbit.

Likely, a professional contact

who had the ability
to get close.

Do you have something
you wanna add?

Uh...

Just... Yeah, that's
definitely a possibility.

You got another one?

Well, I don't have any formal
training in profiling--

We know.

Yeah, of course you do.

Let's see.

Based on my own data
called "gut instinct,"

given Anson's polarizing views
on technology...

I think it is possible
that the killer could

be a shut-in who hated Anson.

A Luddite
who disliked technology.

Somebody who was pissed off
at what the company was doing.
Right?

'Cause this just feels
like a personal thing to me.

You think my profile's off?

Didn't...
Didn't I just explain that?

Tech team just found this.

Enhance that image.

That must be
the flash drive we found
in Anson's pocket.

Apply facial recognition
and run it through the system.

-How long is that gonna take?
-Not long.

Already found him.

Simon Keating. Looks like
he's unemployed and single.

Nice work, Rina. All right,
let's bring this guy in.

When did this happen?

Shortly after you slipped that
flash drive into his pocket.

So, did you kill him?

Are you serious?

Yeah, I am. He's dead.
And you got real close.

I was just trying
to get his attention.

Okay? He didn't understand
how much we had in common,

how much I could help him.

I needed Anson to realize that
his cybersecurity infrastructure

was being spearheaded
by maladroit morons.

I wanted to protect him
from the white hats.

They're ethical-minded
super hackers

that are not to be trifled with.

So you want me to believe
that you're a hacker

who tried to protect Anson from
other hackers by hacking him?

Not quite that simple,
but close enough.

You know what else is
not so simple?

The poison that killed Anson.

The good news is
his body's landing

at our toxicology lab
within the hour.

Which means we'll get to the
bottom of what toxin was used

and who used it real soon.

We'll keep you in holding
until then.

Plenty of sunshine and
blue skies on tap for you...

Don't shoot.

Okay, okay. All right.

What's happening?

I don't think Rina the profiler
and I are gonna be friends.

Yeah, well, you know, Morgan,

I think the fact that Anson's
body just got blown up

might take precedence.

That's fair.

Guys, please,
tell me we got a lead

on whoever attacked our coroner.

CSI is processing the scene.
So far, nothing.

Not a single witness? Nothing?

Anson's body should've never
come here in the first place.

No one could've anticipated
this would happen, Ronnie.

It's becoming painfully clear
that some things never change.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-It means stop being so stubborn

and admit you made
the wrong call.

The wrong call about what?

Staying on this case.
My team doesn't need assistance!

It's causing too many problems!

We don't gotta turn this
into some kinda contest.

Contest? We're doing our jobs
same as you.

-Oz, right?
-Yeah.

Do me a favor.
Stay in your lane.

And you do me a favor.

Show us some respect
in our house.

You don't live here anymore.

-Daphne--
-No. That is my partner
you're talking to.

Choose your words carefully.

That sounds
like a warning, Detective.

-How perceptive.
-Lieutenant,
you gonna step in here?

No.

Maybe we should all just
get back to work.

Oh. Good idea.

Let me hit somebody at the
bureau to see if they can help

put Anson's body back together
piece by piece.

I don't know if I ever
mentioned it to you guys,

but I was in labor for two hours

with my third baby
before she popped out.

There she was,
brand-new person in the world.

The point is,
a lot can happen in 120 minutes.

So instead of doing whatever
this is that you guys are doing,

maybe we circle back
to that mystery meeting

that Anson had
the day before he died.

Yeah, because poisoning Anson

and orchestrating
an attack to destroy evidence

feels like a lot
for one person to pull off.

And Simon's been in holding all
day and couldn't have done it.

You think our killer
was working with a partner?

I do. So maybe whoever Anson met
in that two-hour time window

is the one who poisoned him.

Okay, so are we compiling
a list of experts

who could make a poison
like the one that killed Anson?

Do you really think I don't
already have a digital dossier

with multiple suspects waiting
for me back at the field office?

Keeping things from us is not
going to help solve this case.

Oh, and you think sharing
confidential files with,

I don't know,
a consultant, will?

Yes, it will. So, tag her in
and let her show you
what she can do.

You know, It's starting to feel
like when I left this place,

you lost your mind.

You know what, Ronnie?
I'll make you a deal.

You show us all your intel,

and if we come up empty,
we'll back off the case.

What do you say?

Meet me in my office.

You come up short, you're out.

Look, I don't care who gets
credit for solving this case,

I just want it solved.

Don't let personal feelings
get in the way

of figuring out
who killed Anson.

-I hear you, but--
-But what?

The FBI has information
that we need to see, Selena.

That Morgan needs to see.

How else are we gonna
get our hands on it

unless I offered up
something in return?

Fine. I know your history.

If you have something to prove,

you better not let it
get in the way of this case.

I will never let that happen.

But right now, we're just
a distraction for him,

especially Morgan.

He sees her exactly
the same way I used to

before I realized
how valuable she really is.

And I know it's a big risk, but
it's one I'm willing to take.

Let's hope it pays off.

All right, Morgan.

Here's a handful of terabytes
of information to sift through.

Terabytes. Of course.

You sure you wanna do this?

Oh, yeah. Piece of cake.

What else can you tell her about
the intel before she dives in?

There are roughly
a dozen toxicologists

on our radar
for various reasons.

My team is still in
the process of discovering

which one might've had motive
to kill Anson.

- Hopefully I can help.
- All right. Have at it.

All right.
I think I've seen enough.

It's already morning.
Maybe we should get some rest.

You know, there is such a thing
as too much information.

I just wish I had something
a little more concrete.

Well, What about him?
You keep circling back

to this guy over and over again.
Why?

Kenneth Sutton was
a board-certified
medical toxicologist

at California Poison Control
for a decade.

He quit three years ago
and went off the grid
after his daughter died.

Her name was Julie.

-What happened to her?
-She took her own life

when misinformation was spread

about her
on Anson's AI platform.

-he was 24.
-Okay, well, there's motive.

Yeah, and the FBI went
and visited Kenneth

right after Anson's murder.

Did they? It would've been nice
if they'd shared
that information with us.

Yeah.
And here's the weird thing.

According to their files,

Kenneth only left his apartment
on Wednesdays

to go put flowers
on his daughter's grave.

You mean no other contact
with the outside world?

It doesn't look like it.

And Ronnie's team pulled
these photos

from the surveillance cameras
at the Verdugo Hills Cemetery.

That's it. There's no other
record of him going anywhere

on any other day.

Why would you wear gloves
to put flowers on a grave?

-You wouldn't.
-He's not wearing gloves

at any of these
other cemetery visits.

Only this one.

And look at the date.

That's two days
before Anson's murder.

I think he was wearing gloves to
protect himself from the poison

that he hid in the flowers.

Poison he put there so somebody
else could come and pick it up

and kill Anson with it.

I don't know how,
but I think you did it.

-Let's go talk to Kenneth.
-Yeah.

Good morning.

Hey. How's everyone doing
over there?

Uh... We're all good here.

Just, uh, trying to feed
our little lady
before I do drop-off.

Be right there.

Um... Bet you can imagine
why I'm calling.

How late are you gonna be?

It's tough to say.

Are you kidding me?

Are you sure everything's
all right?

Yeah, yeah. Uh...

Just, um...

I don't think I can stay over
again tonight.

That's okay. I should be home
by dinner at the latest.

I... I can't clear
my whole schedule.

Ludo, I know this is a lot,

but it's kinda
what we both signed up for.

No, I know, I know.
You're right.

I got it.

Okay. All right,
I'll see you tonight.

Mm-hmm.

It's Ronnie. Leave a message.

Hey, Ronnie. We're pretty sure

we know who made the poison
that killed Anson.

Guy named Kenneth Sutton.
75 Edenhurst, apartment 406.

We're just getting there now.

Call me back.

Kenneth Sutton.

Detective Adam Karadec, LAPD.

Need to ask you
a couple of questions

about the death of Anson Pierce.

-I already spoke to the FBI.
-Yeah, we know you did.

But they didn't ask
about the gloves
you were wearing the other day

when you went to put flowers
on your daughter's grave.

We know
why you wanted Anson dead.

You blamed him
for your daughter's suicide.

Kenneth. Kenneth! Freeze!

Kenneth!

- There he is.
- Hey, freeze!

No, no, don't do it!
Your leg will never make it!

Oh, my God!

Damn it, Kenneth.

Let's see what
Kenneth's apartment has to say.

This feels awful.

Did you know that deepfake
video

of Julie was
only 31 seconds long?

It took one bully
less than a minute

to ruin her life
with Anson's app.

Yeah, that's the world
we live in now.

Well, please remind me to throw
my 15-year-old daughter's phone

in the trash when I get home.

Looks like your profile
on the killer was right.

A shut-in who hated Anson.

Yeah, but I don't think
I could've predicted
he was a butterfly.

-A butterfly?
-Yeah.

Everyone has got
a different organizing style.

Like, ladybugs prefer
to have lots of storage

to hide their mess.

Now, bees.

Bees build their hives
very structured and efficient.

So the bee organizing style
is much more methodical.

Whereas crickets like to have
things very neat and orderly,

with just a couple
of sentimental items
front and center.

Mmm. And, uh,
what's a butterfly?

Butterflies like to have
everything out in the open

so there's quick and
easy access to everything.

Much like Kenneth does. Or did.

Now, I am a ladybug and you,
my friend, you're a cricket.

-Morgan.
-We can talk about it later.

-Or never.
-I'll probably squeeze it in
somewhere.

So while it might look
on the outside

like Kenneth was a pack rat,
he's not.

Everything here was important
to him. Everything had purpose.

Well, let's just hope
we can find something here

which leads us to whoever
he was working with.

No TV, no computer.

No technology of any kind,

so he must've been partnering
with somebody who's tech-savvy,

someone like Simon.

Looks like the FBI just landed.

I'll handle this. Should be fun.

Tell me it's not true.
Our suspect is dead?

We tried to stop it.

You shouldn't
have tried anything!

I called you. You didn't answer.

As I predicted,
Morgan came through.

Now we're even further away
from solving this case.

Or are we one step closer
to solving this case?

What? You got a confession
before he jumped?

Ronnie.

Come on, brother.

We can't keep working like this.

I can admit maybe I was letting
some of the past get in the way

of how I was handling the case.

That's on me.

But the bottom line is,
this thing that we're doing,

it's not good for either side.

There shouldn't
be any sides, man!

I walked right into that one,
didn't I?

You know,
I still know you pretty well.

And that's why I know
you wanna solve this case

just as badly as we do
and for all the right reasons.

Just like we used to do
back in the day. Hmm?

You were always the calm one.

Apparently, I still am.

All right, man. Look, let's
just, uh, process the scene,

see if we can find anything

that leads us to whoever
Kenneth was working with.

Hey, Morgan. Ronnie's team
is pulling security footage

from Verdugo Hills Cemetery to
see who picked up that poison.

Great.

Let's just hope whoever it was
didn't know
there were security cameras,

or they would've made sure we
couldn't get a good look at 'em.

Yeah, here's hoping.

You miss it, don't you?

Being his partner.

It's okay. I'm not gonna have
hurt feelings if you do.

Yeah.
Yeah, I guess I do miss the guy.

I mean, he was more than
my partner. He was my friend.

So, you just don't like
how it ended?

We had a few bad seeds
in the department

who wanted to see
the two top detectives go down.

Some evidence went missing
from one of our cases,

pretty large sum of money
from the crime scene.

I guess it looked
like we were on the take.

Okay, you don't wanna talk
about it.

That's okay.

It was an honest mistake,
Morgan.

The money was incorrectly
logged into the evidence file.

One wrong digit, a nine
that should've been a zero,

and it looked
like we had stolen the money.

Things got messy,
rumors started flying,

Ronnie saw an opportunity
at the FBI and he took it.

Took it and ran. Left me to
clear both of our names,

which I did.

Weathered the storm,
but I definitely got wet.

People around here
didn't look at me the same

for a long time after that.

-Even though you didn't
do anything wrong?
-Mm-hmm.

And Ronnie, he was gone.

Wait a minute.

What's this? What are you...

What are you doing?
What's your face doing?

Pretty sure that's
what my face looks like
when I've got something.

Do you have something?

We thought Anson was in some
kind of altercation

the day he died, right?

Yeah. What, you don't?

I mean, if he didn't mention it
to his security team,

the team he paid
to keep him safe,

then maybe these marks
on his body...

weren't from a fight.

Ah. Oh...

You think he was in
a different kind of encounter.

One where he was a willing
participant?

Well, that two-hour
mystery meeting.

Sounds like we need to talk
to the person

he was meeting with
in Orange County.

Yeah. I'm gonna get
Ronnie's help on this.

Have him get some footage
of the back exit
of the office building.

I think that Anson was
just passing through

on his way to a more comfortable
spot for his "meeting."

Oh. Adam and Morgan,
welcome back.

Nice work to our partners
at the LAPD

who helped to lead us
to Aria Vale.

She checked into The Borzi Hotel
in Orange County

-the night before Anson's death.
-What do we know about her?

Well, she runs a nonprofit

that tries to regulate AI
in online technology.

And she made no secret
about her desire

to shut down Anson's company.

We think she might have found
another way to shut him down.

- Yeah.
- I have so many questions for this woman.

Well, so do I.
Which is why I have a team

tracking her down as we speak.

-Give me a second.
-Mm-hmm.

-Hi.
-Mom. It's Dad.

-He-- He just--
-Wait. Elliot?

Honey, slow down.
What's going on?

He just collapsed.

What? Is he breathing?

You know what?
I'm gonna call 911, okay?

No. No ambulance.
It's okay. I'm fine.

He keeps saying no.
What do you want us to do?

Keep an eye on him, all right?
Everything's gonna be okay.

I'll be right there.

Thanks.

Hey. Are you okay?

I think I recognize that voice.

Is that the mother
of my children?

-What happened?
-I got lightheaded
and I fainted.

But I'm fine, really.

-Okay. Is Chloe down?
-Yeah, she's asleep.

-Where's Elliot?
-He's outside on the porch.

Okay. Can you give us a second?

Mm-hmm.

-Do you...
you wanna talk about it?
-Not really. No.

Look, I was probably dehydrated
and didn't eat enough food.

-But I'm good now.
-I'm sorry.

Why are you sorry?
None of this is your fault.

I'm just having you do
so much with the kids,

and you're really picking up
the slack around here.

-I just feel really bad--
-Yeah, because I want to.

When you and I split up,

we agreed we're gonna remain
a family no matter what.

That's what I'm doing.

I know. And I couldn't do this
without you.

And I don't want to.

I feel the same.

Thanks.

I'm gonna go check on Elliot.

Yeah, please do. I think
he's a little freaked out.

I know that the two of you
remember everything

that ever happened,

but if you can find a way
to erase the memory

of his father face-planting
on the kitchen tile,

I'd really appreciate it.

Sorry I missed it.

You need a blanket out here?

I'm okay.

That was pretty scary, huh?

Yeah. You know what?
Your dad is just fine.

But I'll have him go
to the doctor tomorrow,

just to be safe.

They should probably order
an MRI, or an echo.

I read that dizziness could be
a sign of a silent heart attack,

or a coronary spasm that can
lead to a myocardial infarction.

The Internet's
a dangerous place.

Apparently, so is our kitchen.

You're worrying, I can tell.

It's okay. I'm worried too.

-You are?
-Oh, yeah.

Sometimes my mind can take me
to places I don't wanna go.

Does that ever happen to you?

It did today.

Yeah, thoughts are hard
to control.

You know, especially when you've
got a brain like you and I do.

But we are in charge.

And the trick is to focus
on the stuff that you do want,

not the stuff that you don't.

I don't think I can.

It's not always easy. I know.

But I guess
we gotta ask ourselves,

do we wanna be scared,

or do we want to notice
all of the wonderful things

that are happening
right around us?

Like what?

Like the fact
that my son called me today

'cause his dad needed help,
and that made me so proud.

Like the fact
that we're all here tonight

under one roof, safe and sound.

But for tonight,
you're all mine.

And I'm grateful for that.

Me too.

Okay, okay,
I can't breathe.

You can breathe fine.

If you couldn't breathe,
you wouldn't be able to talk.

Anson felt
that you were resisting

the inevitable evolution

of humans
and technology together.

He said, quote,
"Aria Vale fears the inevitable
and hates freedom."

Look, we met up a few times
to try to find common ground.

And?

We both decided that we were
wasting each other's time.

-Here it comes.
-Here comes what?

One word.

You familiar
with the Getty kouros?

The ancient sculpture?

Well, people thought it was,

until a famous art scholar
by the name of Pierre Paul

took one look at it
and uttered one word,

"fake."

No proof, just his intuition.

Old Pierre had the ability
to identify what was real

and what wasn't
based on a gut feeling.

Okay.

I can do it too.

You know what word comes to mind
when I see you?

"Liar."

Now you're acting surprised.

It never gets old.

And I ain't buying that either.

So what do you say? You ready
to start telling me the truth?

During one of our meetings,
things got heated.

That's how he got the bruises
on his neck and wrists?

Yes.

A collar and wrists restraints.

You know, a guy dies from poison
just hours after you saw him.

I didn't poison him.

Well, can you explain this?

That's from my earring.

It poked him,
and we laughed about it.

Anything else you wanna tell me?

Yeah.

I think I need a lawyer.

Based on cell tower
triangulation,

neither Simon nor Aria came
anywhere near Julie's grave

in the days leading up
to Anson's murder.

Hmm. So neither of them are
the person in this photo

retrieving the poison.

You know, unless maybe
they pulled that trick

that we came across
with our suspect

in the Pawn Shop homicide case?

He left his cell at home to
shore up his alibi.
Remember that one?

Oh, you mean Abe's Smoke Shop
murder on Crenshaw Boulevard.

No, I'm certain it was
Mr. P's Pawn on Centinela.

-You wanna make
this interesting?
-What are we making interesting?

Welcome back. Is Ludo okay?

Yes. Thank you. Where are we?

We're still trying to connect
Aria or Simon to Kenneth.

Yeah, but I think it may be time
to open it up to other suspects.

I just don't buy that Kenneth
didn't have more contact

-with whoever
he was working with.
-Yeah. I agree.

But there's no evidence
that he met with anyone else.

I mean, we checked his friends,
his family, his colleagues.

But Kenneth was a butterfly.

-A what?
-His organizing style.

Everything in his place
had purpose.

See these books right here?

I mean, they look
completely untouched.

Hard copies still wrapped
in plastic.

-Louisa May Alcott.
-You familiar?

Enough to know one of
her most famous quotes.

"It takes two flints
to make a fire."

Yeah, I think those books
belonged to Kenneth's daughter.

Parker had a flint hanging
on his key chain,

most likely a gift from Julie.

I bet there's more
than just a spark

between him and our
Louisa May Alcott enthusiast.

I think Julie and Parker were
in a relationship when she died.

Okay. So you're saying Kenneth
and Parker hatched a plan

to kill Anson in retribution
for Julie's death.

Makes perfect sense.

Parker had the credentials
to work his way
onto Anson's security detail.

And we know
Kenneth made the poison.

Kenneth had dog collars
in his apartment but no dog.

I bet the poison was placed
in the dog collar

and hidden inside the flowers

that Kenneth left
at Julie's grave.

Parker must've
picked up the flowers

and put the collar
on Anson's dog,

which made contact
with his skin on the flight.

Time for him to tell us.

-Karadec, we got a big problem.
-How big?

My apprehension team
just made it to Parker's hotel.

He must have seen us coming
'cause he's long gone.

Can you do some sort of
satellite facial tracking
or something?

-Yeah, already in the works.
-Screen two.

Our problem is about
to get a whole lot bigger

if he's heading back
to the Valley airport.

Anson's jet is still there.
He could be making a run for it.

We'll tag in TSA to stop him.

- Forrester.
- Daphne, I need you here. Now.

Got it. On my way.

Hey.

No communication with air
traffic control. Understand?

All right.

Just like old times.

And new times.

Let's just hope this plan works.

Let's go, let's go!

How long till we're in the air?

Five minutes or so.

Daphne, how we looking?

We're doing our best.
Simon's a little frazzled.

This is incredibly challenging.

Keep trying.
We're running out of time.

Yeah, I can see that.

-Come on! Go, go! Go!
-Okay, okay, okay, okay.

-What did you do?
-Nothing. Nothing, I swear.

-Why did that happen?
-I don't know.
Everything just shut down.

- Freeze!
- Hold it!

-Drop it!
-Drop the weapon now!

-Put the weapon down!
-Parker, put the gun
on the ground.

Do it! Now!

Unless you wanna meet
Kenneth on the other side.

- Team, move in.
- You're covered.

Stay on him.

Cuff him.

All right, move.

First time hacking into
the motherboard of an airplane?

First and last.

Pretty nice view, right?

I've seen better.

Here. Souvenir.

You know, I almost
took one of these earlier.

Almost.

Thanks.

I'm sure you saw the press
release from Anson's mother.

-I did.
-Yeah.

Well, it looks like
she's gonna lobby

to regulate
all of her son's platforms.

Hopefully there's not
another tragedy

like Julie's in the future.

Amen to that.

I'm sorry, Adam.

I probably should've said that
a while ago,

but turns out I'm even more
stubborn than you are.

Yeah, man, I...

I saw an exit, and I took it.

And I left you to clean up
the mess for both of us,

which you did.

But in many ways,

you're the reason I'm here.

Nah, you would've still made
it on your own,

even without my help.

Yeah, probably would've.

-But I still owe you one.
-No, you do not.

I do.

Which is why I'd like
to put in a word for you

with the special agent
in charge.

So, what do you say?

Morgan,
I need to tell you something.

Hmm?

Ronnie offered me a job.

He wants
to partner with me again.

-Wow.
-Hmm.

-What did you say?
-I said no.

Okay, when I worked at the DMV,

and a big rig driver named Rufus

suggested that I'd be a pretty
decent long-hauler...

-Hmm-hmm.
-...I at least slept on it

before I told him,
"Absolutely not."

I don't need to sleep on it.
This is where I wanna be.

And I have a new partner now.

-What did you just say?
-You heard me.

I mean, plus,
you saw the FBI, Morgan.

I mean, the gadgets, the tech,

the bells, the whistles,
it would...

It would make our job
way too easy, wouldn't it?

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, how we gonna, you know,
take all the credit

and brag about everything
if the computers are
doing all the work?

That's what I'm saying.

All right. Well...

Then I guess
I'll see you tomorrow, partner.

I'll be here.

Yeah.

This seems like a bad idea.

I don't think you have enough
information to determine that.

Hey, hey, no peeking.

I'm not! I'm not.

Okay. Ready?

Take it off.

Ta-da!

Oh! I thought I smelled tacos.

Mom even got those nachos with
the disgusting cheese you like.

It's called
Queso Oaxaca.

She's letting us eat
on the coach.
And we're watching 2001?

A Space Odyssey?
With all of us?

If the kids can get through
the monkey part.

It's not a documentary, is it?

Oh, God forbid
you learn something.

Thank you.

You got it.

We're all so busy.

We gotta remember to slow down
and appreciate each other.

-Mm-hmm.
-I'm glad you're okay, Dad.

Hey, me too, buddy.

-Can I press play?
-Go nuts.

- Oh, boy.
- Ew. No. Gross.

Use a fork or something.
Seriously, who raised you?

I had nothing to do with it.

Don't look at me. That is
kinda gross, buddy. Here.

Oh, my God.
What have I gotten myself into?

So good, right?

Mmm.