Tonight investigators are questioning the credibility
of those clinical trials.
I'm very angry. I can't believe doctors could betray so many people.
I was part of the initial test group for the drug Vypraxilin and...
I can say without a doubt it was probably the worst decision
I've ever made in my life.
These people knowingly put out inaccurate information
and they were being selective in the facts about the case.
She looked at me and then collapsed.
Her mouth filled with blood.
It was terrifying.
In fact, an investigation by the FDA found no evidence of false data
from Pierson Pharmaceuticals.
This is the third death attributed to the medication,
with many more claims surfacing each day.
They need to be held accountable.
We should just leave and go to London for a while.
Wouldn't that seem guilty if I just left the country?
And what would you tell them if they accuse you?
The truth?
Well, I've faced inquiries before. I can...
I'm not gonna run away.
I'm not talking about running away, Arthur.
I'm talking about clearing your head,
getting out of town together like we said.
Yeah.
Yeah?
- Any updates? - Just give him a little privacy.
Don't talk to me.
Yeah, you tell Dr. Shuman to get back in the lab immediately
and get this thing sorted out.
Immediately. You do it, or I'll get someone else who can.
Just do it.
Now.
Okay, look, I got to get back to the...
I'm going back to the office.
They can't do anything unless I'm there holding their hand.
Why don't you ever consider anything I say to you?
It's your greatest fault. You know that?
You know what, maybe I'll just leave town without you, Arthur.
Come on.
Graham will take you home and I'll see you tonight.
- Okay. - Emily, come on.
Stop being a child. Grow up.
Fuck you.
Let her go.
Emily?
She'll come around.
Our exposure's limited at best.
9h, yeah?
Well, there's no such thing as limited exposure.
Got the deposition tomorrow and I need you to cover this.
Get Jake Coburn in legal. I want a strategy before I leave.
Sir, we advise you against answering any questions at this time.
Duly noted.
Emily?
Emily!
Where the hell is she?
Emily!
I'm gonna grab you some dinner.
I'll call in the usual.
Don't step anywhere inside this house. Don't touch anything.
Get security up here right now.
Yes, sir.
So there was no more contact after you left the park?
I figured it was just another call for attention. That's all.
Yeah, it could be.
Jane is the adviser we retained. Private org, Kidnap and Rescue.
I should advice you, sir, to involve the FBI.
I've employed you so I don't have to.
Right now, your girlfriend is alone and scared
and praying that someone will save her life.
In 11 hours, Emily could be home or dead.
If this is gonna work you're gonna have to trust me. You understand?
So what are the next steps?
The tech team is working on your phone to trace the sender.
When these people reach out again and we know what they want,
Jane will help color who they are. They need us to open up.
All confidential passwords, everything will need to be transparent.
Tell me, are they likely to harm her, hurt her?
Yes.
You don't sugarcoat your responses, do you?
Why the fuck would I do that?
What do they want?
Two and a half million dollars, unmarked.
Octavia gallery by 1 PM, or they cut her open.
Can your team prep by 1:00?
It'll be tight. It's lunchtime. There's lots of exits.
We can expect heavy foot traffic.
We'll have snipers cover the exterior.
Snipers? We don't need snipers. I've got the cash.
Let's do this civilly and quietly.
I'm right behind you.
You tailing him?
Yeah, I've got eyes on him.
Do not turn around.
Do not acknowledge that you can hear me.
Wait for them to approach you, Mr. Denning.
You have him? He's out of my line of sight, Jane.
Relax.
I know this is hard, but I need you to stay calm as ice.
Approaching on your right.
She remind you of someone you know?
Yeah.
Like most women, she's expensive.
You want to talk a deal?
Drop the bag. Just drop the bag.
Let's go somewhere quiet.
Okay.
Do not follow him. Mr. Denning, you have to trust me.
Do you hear me?
What's he looking at? Why is he stopping? Jane?
I don't know.
- He's off script. - Yeah.
Stop, Mr. Denning. You're putting your life at risk.
This could part of their plan.
Drop the money. Give it to him, and walk away.
Just one thing.
You see what happens when you fuck with me?
- Where's Emily? - Who?
Where is she?
I don't know what you're saying!
You hurt her? Where's Emily?
Jane? What the fuck just happened?
He just attacked him. Get him out of here now.
Get him out.
Yeah.
Oh, come on. Don't turn into that guy.
You just won an estate claim
where the widow's husband didn't have a will.
It's time to party.
Call your wife. Tell her to bring a friend, actually...
Maybe a chesty one, some kind of assets.
Okay. You know what? I'm just gonna take out your wife myself.
Since when are you interested in women?
Ben Cahill, was that a joke?
That was fun.
Eleven straight. Congrats.
Any calls?
[Ham], you're gonna have to excuse Ben.
- That's how he shows his joy. - Right.
Couple folks from the Lake Avenue construction case,
that Chinese guy from Shai Fen Associates, and your wife.
Okay. Can you ask the paralegals why those Flynn v. Benson files
- haven't shown up yet, please? - Yeah.
You have been a machine for over a year now.
I know you and Charlotte have had a devastating few months,
but billing 100 hours a week is not gonna help you get through that.
It's not gonna help you make partner,
and it's not gonna keep our wife happy.
You've got to get out of this office.
Wow, you are no fun at all. Okay.
Well, I'll take that. Thank you.
You trying to scare me?
Well, you just look so focused over there.
You got good news?
Another win.
So I was hoping maybe we could celebrate.
I can't. I picked up another shift.
All right, well...
I guess I'll see you in 36 hours.
- You know we're understaffed. - No, no, no, no. I get it. I get it.
There's chicken pie in the oven if you're hungry.
I hate waking up without you, Charlie.
You wanna go on a date?
Yeah.
When?
When I'm done.
Deal.
- You look nice. - Thank you.
Emily Hynes?
You didn't accept, did you?
She had her issues, but it's not like I can't...
Issues? Yeah.
You broke her heart. She threatened suicide. That's not normal.
I remember some pretty manipulative shit.
I'm actually impressed someone your age knows how to use social media.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
Is that right?
You accepted the friend request, didn't you?
So What if I did?
- Your wife's a 12! - Yeah.
She's far more attractive than you. She's far more intelligent than you.
- Frankly, you don't deserve her. - Yeah, well...
Okay, don't break the only good thing in your life
- on a hypothetical... - I'm not breaking anything.
Charlie and I are fine, all right? I love my wife.
Yeah, we've had a rough year, but you know what?
I'm not gonna mess it up over some stupid fucking friend request.
Just keep talking to your ex. Keep talking to Emily.
I think that's a good idea. You're gonna spend your 4 AMs drunk,
eating burritos over the sink.
I love burritos.
- Yeah, I kind of love them, too. - Yeah.
God, really?
Paranoid much?
You're three minutes and 32 seconds late, pal.
Oh, yeah? Well, you're looking sharp.
The estate claim cashed in?
- Yep. - So I take it the info
I put in Mrs. Takiff's file worked?
Mrs. Takiff would have lost everything if we wouldn't have helped her.
I already starting fixing this new Benson vs. Flynn file.
You know, I was thinking, one of these days,
you may actually win a case without cheating.
It's not cheating...
not if the good guy wins.
So you're the good guy.
- Emily! How are you doing? - Hi.
- I'm great. How are you? - Good to see you.
Good to see you.
- Wow. - Is it ten years?
- I think so, yeah. - It's been ten years?
- Oh, my God! Yeah. - Can you believe it?
You are not a lawyer.
- Is that so hard to believe? Really? - Yes, yes, it is so hard to believe.
The undisputed beer pong champ really, goes on to do great things.
Yeah, well, nothing screams success
like a student loan that I can't pay off.
Oh, come on, Ben. You knew what you wanted, and you went for it.
- I think that's great. - Yeah.
Ambition always was one of the sexiest things about you.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
So what about you? How you been?
- I've been fine, yeah. - Yeah?
Seems like you've been having a good old time,
judging by your half-naked photos that I saw online.
Oh, you've been...
Really? You've been cyberstalking me, Ben?
I wasn't cyberstalk... I was just...
- intrigued. - Oh, intrigued, okay.
- I was curious. That's all. - Okay.
So how is it being married?
It's complicated.
"I do. You do." Seems pretty self-explanatory to me.
Well, that's the easy part. And then there's...
It's just complicated.
Well, I'm dating a guy who's completely not right for me,
and he wants to get serious, and I don't.
And I came here tonight to see you...
- But you're wearing a wedding ring. - Yeah.
And you're happy?
Right.
Why do you ask?
I should run.
- No, no, no. Wait. - No, I really...
Please, this is a bad idea.
I don't want to overstep.
I don't want to say something that I'm gonna regret.
I don't even know what I was thinking would happen tonight.
I feel really stupid. I just...
Nothing is gonna happen. We're just...
We're just gonna sit and talk. That's all.
I don't think so, Ben.
Hey, what's going on?
It's a disaster.
I feel like such a cliche. I'm dating my boss.
Technically he's everyone's boss. He's the CEO of Pierson.
You're dating Arthur Denning?
- Yeah. - Holy shit!
I was his head of sales. I'm not a gold digger, you know.
Arthur can be really charming when he wants to be.
Well, if your heart's not in it, why don't you just leave him?
He won't let me.
- What do you mean, he won't let you? - I mean he won't let me.
It started with threats, you know, implying I would lose my job.
Is he hurting you?
I was on his laptop, and I found data
about the clinical trials that went bad last summer.
From Viprexalin.
268 people died.
You know what Arthur was concerned about?
- What? - How the deaths
would affect his financials.
Did he say that in the emails?
Try to remember if he actually addressed the deaths
from Viprexalin in these emails.
I'm not sure. I mean, maybe.
Where is this data? Do you still have it?
Arthur would know that it came from me.
Well, we can make it look like it came from someone else.
Oh, tea... How'?
I can help you with this, okay?
Now, do you want my help or not?
Do you mind grabbing that for me?
Thank you.
Hi. Thought I heard you.
I can't remember if I took your Pinot Noir or Grigio from you.
It's okay. I'm detoxing.
- Hi. - Hello, tall guy.
Oh, I'm just here... We're just friends, okay?
I'm just here on business, you know.
Okay.
- Have fun, Hanna. - Thanks.
- Hanna? - Yeah.
Most nights I spend in an apartment that Arthur bought for me,
but here, I can escape all that.
Here, I can be a regular girl named Hanna Harlow,
who reads trashy magazines and watches reality TV
and exists in sweats.
Does your boyfriend know that you own this place?
I'm only here when he's out of town.
No, I can't stay.
It's just a drink.
Okay.
Let's see. Escrows, bank transfers.
Look at that.
There are hundreds of millions hidden in offshore bank accounts here.
These are documented payoffs...
that required a fingerprint l.D.
Denning validated all of these personally.
Arthur made changes to the internal lab results
because he knew the FDA wouldn't approve them.
Oh, you've definitely got the groundwork
for a gigantic civil lawsuit here, but I can't...
I can't use this.
Why not?
You said we could make it look like it came from someone else.
What comes next is our secret.
Denning finds out that you leaked this,
you'll be exposed.
Expose what you want.
Unzip me.
I didn't say you could touch.
Oh, my God.
Come here.
Oh, my God.
What are you waiting for?
Don't you want to fuck me?
Holy shit. I can't...
I can't do it.
Ben.
Take the fire escape.
Don't let my neighbor stop you. She'll talk you to death.
Or you can finish what you started.
I can't.
Have fun?
You smell like vodka.
Doug opened up one of his office bottles.
We ended up working late, ate Thai.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- What did you have? - Oh, noodles, spicy noodles.
They weren't great.
Anyway, I think I'm gonna go shower. I'm tired.
Are you serious right now?
Did you forget about date night?
I wouldn't have been any fun anyway.
I worked a double, so I'm a zombie.
No, no, no, no. Let me make this up to you this weekend.
- You're off the hook. - No, goddamn it. We need a night.
You and me, we need to get back to normal, all right?
- I'll join you upstairs. - Thank you.
Give us a minute.
The information against Arthur Denning you gave me, is it legit?
Because if you're wrong, you'll be doing document review
for the rest of your career.
Abrams' office, five minutes. Brief him on what you have.
Keep it short. Do not fuck up
Senior partner just threatened you. You're moving up.
Wait, so you have information against Arthur Denning
like, the Arthur Denning
You don't fuck with a guy like him.
He and Mr. Abrams are at war, so tread lightly.
I'll fill you in later.
Hope you have your affairs in order.
- Mr. Abrams. - Mr. Cahill. Come on in.
- Wow. - Have a seat.
So, Hill tells me you have something.
Yeah, with Pierson Pharmaceuticals.
You're not serious, are you?
We go way back with them, you know,
so that's like pissing in the wind, son. You know, I...
You've gone after Arthur Denning before,
and it was one of the only cases that this firm ever lost.
Now, I have studied every word of every motion filed and...
Well, with all due respect, I don't think that you played
your cards quite right last time.
Oh, you don't?
Look, Denning's team forged expert reports
that allowed him to slip by FDA approval.
They knowingly changed the observation and conclusions of these drug trials.
Take a look at this. There were...
These are facts I know. I know about this stuff. Come on.
- Serious health defects, 268... - But you're not telling me
how you're gonna win this time. That's what I want to hear.
Well, I've got...
Confidential internal memos
that will back up everything inside that folder.
Well, that's a neat little thing.
Well, just keep talking. Go ahead.
Pierson is a global corporation with an infantry of lawyers, but with this,
we can go after Denning personally for fraud.
Wow, you thought this through?
Well, you're gonna go after Denning for fraud publicly,
a man worth about eight and a half billion dollars?
And you're gonna accuse this man of manipulating drug trials?
In a lawsuit, yes.
A lawsuit's public, Mr. Cahill.
You have kids?
No.
Where'd you go to law school?
Vandy. Undergrad at Tennessee.
That's good. So how much you worth?
- How much am I worth? - Yeah.
Your life, how much is your life worth?
Why don't you just jot down the dollar amount here?
You have any idea?
It ain't much, but...
See the pen? That's a Valente, one of the first.
That thing costs about $68,000.
$68,000?
You didn't know that, did you?
So how am I gonna know your worth unless you tell me?
I'm worth this case.
You know why that's worth 68 grand?
Because it has a reputation.
It has a name brand. It has an identity.
We get a case like this, a litigation at this level,
I need lawyers who kill.
Lawyers with reputations walk into a courtroom and intimidate.
I don't see you in that picture, Mr. Cahill.
Mr. Abrams, I fight to win.
Some of your other senior partners like Hill,
they're a little soft. They work within limits.
You need someone who isn't afraid of the wrong thing
for the right reasons.
That's you?
You take it all. You give it to Hill. Let him look at it,
and I think you could lead a support team.
Leader of the support team?
Yes, sir.
You know what? No.
No, that's just trumped up paralegal bullshit.
I've done my time making copies.
I want Denning. I want to be the handler,
and I want the goddamn generator fee for bringing it in.
Sit down.
Understand this.
You get a nine figure judgment, or get a new job.
Done.Done.
Mr. Cahill.
Enjoy the Pen-
You're gonna let me keep the pen?
You better go before I change my mind.
I want to find out who exactly Denning's legal team is.
Let's dig in, find out everything we can about them.
How far back? Three years? Five maybe?
A decade's worth.
Fuck.
Copy that.
Why do we use so much paper?
I mean, do we really need to print out this much?
Electronic copies can be tampered with.
Until the courts figure that nonsense out, this firm uses paper.
We depose Denning in two days.
This is three weeks' worth of research to comb through.
You need a strategy.
If I may make a suggestion...
We're good. Thank you.
Do you mind asking Hatty to bring in some dinner menus, please?
You were on your way out, right?
I'll fetch her for you.
All right. Let's start with some cataloging.
This is the subpoenaed bank records.
Cross-reference his offshore accounts with his tax returns, please.
You got a minute?
Yeah, I'm all ears.
In private?
What's going on, Doug?
So I was doing background checks on this Denning discovery.
Guess whose name I caught.
Emily Hynes. Yeah.
Only took me two days and a LexisNexis account to find that.
Yeah, well, Arthur Denning has a lot of people working for him.
Yeah.
So your shady ex-girlfriend just shows up out of the blue,
right around the same time you find evidence on her billionaire boyfriend?
- Is this what I think it is? - What are you asking me?
- Did you get this evidence from Emily? - Emily has nothing to do with it.
- Then where did you get this? - Why?
Cause I think she fed it to you for whatever reason.
No. No, Doug.
Fruit of the poisonous tree. You taught me that.
Okay, we are under compulsory evidence origin disclosure order.
Okay, in a case this massive,
all evidence has to be obtained legally.
Look, if I caught this trail, others will, too.
Okay, you gotta get your shit in order. Just listen to me.
Listen to me.
The entire case rests on this.
We have a case here, and we're gonna win it.
Yeah, well, you are playing with fire.
Okay, I don't know what's going on between you two,
but you gotta stop it. You gotta get her out of town.
Okay, Doug. That'll be all. Thank you.
Hello. You live here?
No.
Why?
Do you know her?
No.
You lied to me twice. Take another look.
Are you a cop?
Do you know her or the man she's dating?
Who the fuck are you?
You've never seen her before?
No.
But I have seen you creeping around here at night
and if it happens again, I'm calling the actual cops.
Have a good night.
- There you go. - A bottle of Gaia?
That's right. 350 bucks a bottle.
That hurt when you took that gunshot wound to the chest?
Oh, my God.
Look, let's... No cooking tonight, okay?
Let's go out and celebrate properly, you and me.
- Can I change? - Nah. I think you should wear that.
Move.
Wow!
This is not how I remember it!
You want to go someplace else?
I can barely hear anything you're saying.
Okay, I'm gonna go get some drinks. I'll be right back.
Two vodka sodas, please. Thank you.
Hello.
Do I know you?
Don't ask a question you already know the answer to.
Okay.
You have a good night.
You made an enemy you don't want.
Is that right?
Why don't you tell Arthur Denning
that this is some real amateur-hour bullshit.
- What do you want? - For you to drop this case.
I'm not dropping this case.
You will recuse yourself and resign from your firm.
And if I don't?
Your wife will never look this happy again.
Have fun.
Hey.
Sorry it took so long.
- That's okay. I made a friend. - Yeah?
Benjamin Cahill. Wow, how long has it been?
Like, ten years, I think. Hi.
I was just getting cozy with your wife.
Yes, she said that she recognized me from your profile picture.
- Isn't that crazy? - Yeah, it's crazy.
Emily said that you guys met freshman year at Tennessee?
- Yeah. - We dated, actually.
But I think Ben got over me since then.
- So are you here by yourself? - No, girls night out.
You know, drinking and dancing and...
Speaking of which, I should probably go find them.
Okay. Well, it was nice to see you.
- It was lovely meeting you. - You, too.
- You smell so nice. - Oh, thank you.
- Ben? - Okay_
Don't ever ignore my phone calls or I'll tell her what happened.
- It was nice to see you, Emily. - Bye.
I didn't know that was your type.
That's not my type.
Charlotte, you're my type.
She wears a lot of perfume.
- You gonna ask a girl to dance? - Okay. Come on.
- Thank you. - Yeah. What's going on?
Why did you never mention Emily?
When we talked about your ex-girlfriends,
you never brought her up.
We never talk about anything really, I mean...
- Especially since the... - The baby?
Yeah.
The night I lost the baby, I was sitting right here, remember,
and I was curled up in a little ball?
The pain was really unbearable that night.
And you came, and you knelt and you looked at me, and you said...
that we needed to be brave...
and that from now on, it's just us.
I'll never forget that.
You made a promise that we would be okay and it was just us.
Yeah, but we never talked about the baby after that.
I know, Ben.
We didn't have to until now.
Again.
Harder!
What the fuck? This is getting a little crazy.
I thought you said you get off on violence.
Am I gonna have to hit myself or are you gonna fucking do it?
Your ad said you liked it rough. This just feels wrong.
Can I send these to myself?
No. These are for me
to remember you by.
Get off me.
I thought you said we were just getting started.
I want you to leave.
Now, before I call the cops and show them how bad you beat me.
You're out of your mind.
Fuck.
Get it together.
Sir, this is Dr. Kroeher.
I can understand what you must be going through.
It's a lot to handle, but I can tell you this.
You won't survive another day without coming in.
Doesn't matter if it's this hospital or not.
You need medical attention. Is that clear?
You're gonna sit here all night, bro?
Yeah, bro. You old enough to work here?
You old enough to mind your own business?
Hey, Anthony.
How about one of them cream sodas you're so famous for?
- D0n't get up. Sit down. - Yes, sir.
I come here all the time.
- How's it going? - Oh, it's all right. How you doing?
What's this? Oh, oh, oh.
Glad you're putting it to use.
- Well, I'm trying. - Yeah.
- So how we doing? - Well...
Firm's got a solid case, no question.
Solid. But?
But Dennings lawyers waited till last night
to file a motion to keep those internal docs out.
So you got a workaround, do you?
No. No, not yet, but I'm not gonna sleep until I do.
Well, you know, this isn't about effort anyway.
It's about Denning.
You poked the bear.
Now he's restless and ready to come.
- So what would you do? - I don't know.
Probably call you.
You know, here's someone like you been through so much,
a major tragedy, unthinkable...
but you come out the other side.
Many people wouldn't have made it. You did.
I knew that about you. I knew it before you came into my office.
I might have not let you in otherwise.
Wait a second.
So Hill giving me that meeting with you,
that was just some kind of a setup or what?
Setup? Come on. You're a public defender,
- or you were one. - Yeah.
The hardest thing for a public defender
is whether or not he or she is gonna make a dent of difference.
Now, you did every time.
Feel like I'm a little bit in over my head to be honest.
No, you're not.
Hey, let me tell you the worst vice is advice.
I just been giving it to you.
Son, listen to me.
You gotta shed this distraction you're in now,
what's bothering you. Don't tell me.
Just shed it. You understand?
We're gonna have to attack this motherfucker, clip his claws.
Take his head, and chop that fucking thing off.
We'll put it on the wall.
- A trophy- _Qkay.
- Okay. Now we're talking. - All right. All right.
Call me anytime. And Anthony,
forget the cream soda once again?
See that? I knew you did.
You shed whatever's distracting you, you'll be okay.
Good seeing you, son
Hey.
Oh, I don't know what...
Okay. Oh, no, no.
Oh, God...
What?
Wait. Wait.
No. No.
Oh, my God...
What the fuck am I gonna do?
- Jesus Christ. - Oh, I... I'm sorry.
Sorry. I was just gonna say what's up to Hanna,
- and have some wine. - Oh, yeah.
She's not here right now. She's supposed to be back later on.
- Okay, cool. - I left my...
- My cellphone here last night. - Cool.
Yeah.
I have a small confession to make.
I'm married and she's got a boyfriend who isn't me.
So...
So I never saw you and we never had this conversation.
- All good. - I would appreciate that.
All right. I'll see you later.
Fuck! Shit!
Hey!
Is that you?
What's wrong?
- We need to talk. - What is it?
I screwed up.
I got mixed up in something that I shouldn't have and...
Did you fuck her?
How did she die?
I don't know. Pills, I think.
It looks like she hit her head.
Oh, we worked so hard, Ben.
You know, and we just started to get ahead,
and then you throw it away to get involved with an ex-girlfriend
- for a fucking case? - I was doing this for us.
Oh, don't say that! That is insulting!
That's so insulting to me and my marriage!
There were other ways you could have landed a case!
You know that. When I go out and I work a double shift,
that is for us! This was for you!
What do you think, baby? What do you think?
You think if you, like, land partner and you win a case,
that I'd feel differently about you?
Because I love you.
- I love you, rich or poor. - I love you, too.
I love you, too and I'm so sorry for this.
There was a text message.
It mentioned a meeting at an art gallery at...
Maybe I could go over there and see if I can
try to piece this thing together. It's the only lead I got.
And what if it doesn't lead anywhere?
In the next few days, they're gonna find Emily's body.
The police are gonna get involved and I'll have to admit everything.
So what do we do until then?
We act as normal as possible, okay?
You go to work. I go to work.
Until I can figure something out, we'll just leave her there.
- Do you want some coffee? - Yeah. That'd be nice.
- She remind you of someone you know? - Yeah.
Like most women, she's expensive.
Just a word. I just...
What the fuck happened back there?
Oh, this gentleman approached me,
said things as if he were the kidnapper.
I didn't want to chance it, so I took action.
That kidnapper was an art dealer.
Yeah, I know that now. I'm aware of that.
But you know, he's getting medical attention
and compensation for his inconvenience.
Compensation? Are you fucking kidding me?
- She could be dead because of you! - Jane, stop!
The kidnappers weren't there.
If they were, they had no intention of approaching me
and time is precious.
I don't think these guys would waste it, do you?
And it could have been a ruse or a trick. I don't know,
but as always, in matters like this, I take things into my own hands.
My actions may appear somewhat rash or foolish,
but I did what I believed was right.
So this now is the situation we find ourselves in.
I want Emily back, and I want her back now.
So how are we going to accomplish this, Joe?
Can you enlighten me?
No, Giffords, I can't tell you why.
I just need you to hack Emily Hynes' profile
and erase any communication between the two of us, okay?
Yeah, no, I understand but it's not possible.
What do you mean, it's not possible? You hacked Visa, for God's sakes.
Yeah, I can hack anyone, okay?
But your talks with her are all online,
which means that your chats are broken up
into 10,000 little bytes and pieces.
I can't erase all that. Delete the messages on your end.
I'll ghost her account and try and work out the rest, okay?
Are you serious right now? Everyone's waiting for you.
- Ben! - Yeah, all right.
Who is this?
Why did you answer?
Mr. Denning, what happened? Where's your troop?
I was expecting an army.
Well, your expectations have often been your downfall, Charles.
Well, I'd rather have faulty expectations
than sell faulty pharmaceuticals.
But then again, that's just me.
Let the record reflect that we have filed a civil suit
on behalf of the named plaintiffs
against Arthur Denning of Pierson Pharmaceuticals.
Let's begin by confirming your identity for the record.
Your name is legally Arthur Denning?
Would you like him to repeat the question?
I'd prefer if we spoke off the record.
Okay.
New events have come to light that change the nature of this allegation.
Such as?
Well, I could elaborate, but I would prefer if Mr. Cahill did.
It's curious, isn't it, that she was drawn to us both?
What the hell you talking about?
What is this?
I understand you're in possession of files
that were illegally stolen from my computer.
Everything was obtained legally
and submitted to you in discovery.
Really? Everything?
Everything.
The woman who brought that evidence to you,
where is she now?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You know you're cornered, Arthur.
Answer the questions on the record.
I haven't been able to reach her. Have you?
No?
Charles, I am prepared to settle
the class-action certification right now.
- Mr. Denning, is that... - You're admitting fault?
$300 million to the class members.
One third will take care of your attorney fees,
and within 24 hours, the $400 million will be wired to your trust account.
Okay. We're gonna need both sides to agree on this
and have the judge sign for the class settlement.
Oh, in this town, I think you'll find a judge that will be able to do that.
I don't understand why you're doing this.
'Cause we got something he wants.
Yeah, in exchange for a settlement,
we sign a confidentiality,
then we return the evidence to Mr. Denning,
including the files that were "hypothetically"
taken from his computer.
No risk of criminal prosecution.
Then we're done.
Ciao.
Did he just buy back the evidence?
Yes, he did, and he did it legally.
At least you're rich. Live with that.
Congratulations.
Aside from the suicide attempt a few years ago,
did Emily seem relatively stable?
Yeah, I guess so. Seemed okay.
Did you two have sex regularly?
How is that relevant?
Well, she's still missing, so everything is.
She mixed quite a cocktail for herself.
Oxy, Rits, Vics, Ads, uptake inhibitors,
and a whole lot of colors I have never seen before.
So what are you getting at?
Well, she either spontaneously developed every mental disorder
on the planet,
or something in her life, maybe someone,
was scaring her.
Yeah, I know what you're getting at.
I own a pharmaceutical company, but I didn't prescribe those, okay?
So why aren't you out there looking for her?
You know, I've got to be honest here.
It doesn't seem like you even care if we find her.
After 48 hours, the chances of recovering her
are increasingly difficult.
Emily can be difficult and I love her.
If anything, her being difficult is the thing I love most.
Weird, isn't it?
You've reached Charlotte. Leave a message after the beep.
Hey, honey, it's me. Give me a call.
Emily?
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Police! Open the door!
This is the New Orleans Police Department!
We have a warrant to search your home!
You have 30 seconds to come out!
Clear!
Clear.
We have a dead body in here!
Clear.
Fuck.
You didn't do it, right?
No, I didn't do it.
I gotta ask the question, man. I'm sorry.
Jesus Christ.
I told you not to get involved with her.
- You knew Emily was crazy. - I know! I know!
- I told you she was nuts. - I should have listened to you.
All right? It was stupid.
If the cops catch you with this,
they're gonna shoot first, ask questions later.
Just get the fuck outta here with that.
Thank you. You're a good friend.
- I know. I know. I know. - Good friend.
Fucking dumb friend, that's what I am. Jesus.
Oh, I just spent three hours with detectives.
I don't know if there's anything more I can say.
We just have a few more questions.
Did your husband ever mention Emily Hynes before?
I'm sorry. Who exactly are you? I'm her attorney.
Joe Bilson. My associate, Jane Clemente, Kidnap and Rescue.
So you're not cops?
We're privately contracted by Arthur Denning...
She has no comment,
and you have no place being here, so I suggest you leave.
You do realize the woman discovered dead in this house
was a woman her husband was having an affair with?
Mr. Denning is willing to offer aid in her legal expenses
if she's willing to help us find him.
This is a manhunt, and he is a fugitive at large.
You're not gonna touch her.
We spoke with Emily's neighbor. What was her name?
Amy Campbell.
Seems Ms. Campbell saw Ben at Emily's loft on numerous occasions.
Ms. Cahill, you may think you have the complete picture, but you don't.
Guys, I can file a motion if you need me to,
or I can just tell you right now.
Fuck off.
If you change your mind, you call us?
Yeah, the cops keep circling my house. It's freaking me out.
Can I come stay with you tonight?
Yeah. Yeah, it's my neighbor Hanna.
Or whatever her name was.
They still haven't figured out what happened to her.
Yeah, I don't know. It's freaking me out.
I don't want to stay here tonight. Just"
Oh, my God.
Help me! Help!
Help!
No.
Do you have any idea of what's happening here?
The entire city is hunting for this guy!
We find him first before the cops do.
You know what he's got and what he could use it for.
I'm not gonna stand by and watch this settlement fall apart!
If we don't find him,
lot of people are gonna get hurt. Understand?
Incoming!
- Incoming! - Incoming!
26-year-old female. Multiple trauma, skull fracture.
Maybe her clavicle is broken, too.
- Moving to Trauma two! - Need 100% oxygen!
125 milligrams of Solu-Medrol, I.V. push.
How long's she been down? I need an answer!
- I'm not sure. - She got a name?
- Amy Campbell. - What? What happened to her?
I'm sorry I didn't clean her up better.
Amy, I need you to lay down. You've had an accident.
Do you remember what happened to you? Honey, lay down.
Did you see what happened? Did you see the person that did this?
- Were you beaten? - Hey! Step back!
Are you okay?
I'm okay.
I thought that I could handle this, Ben...
But I can't.
I just can't.
It's just you and me. It's just us.
Are you sure that, that girl
that they brought into the ICU is Emily's neighbor?
Her name is Amy Campbell and somebody has massacred her, Ben.
Someone who knows what we did.
She saw me at Emily's place. She can l.D. me.
As terrible as it sounds, she can't wake up until I fix this.
- All right, baby, I love you. - I love you, too.
I'm sorry.
What the fuck? What?
Dr. Hughes! Dr. Hughes! Room two!
- What happened? - I don't know what happened.
She's coding. Get the crash cart! Go. Go.
I'll get the bags!
Come on. Don't die on me. Come on. Stay with me.
Oh. God...
Don't die on me now.
Can I help you with something?
Next time, you should phone me before you come here.
Article 7-14 of the standard practice of Code of Ethics
says we may not talk off the record.
All right, here's what's gonna go down. We're gonna settle.
I'm gonna give you everything that I got,
all the evidence that we got against you, legal, illegal.
And the manner in which you were able to cover up
all the shit that you've done.
I'd love to help you but there's just one small problem.
Yeah? What's that?
I don't have the faintest fucking clue what you're talking about.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Emily was gonna extort you and you found out
and you got your feelings hurt, so you killed her
and then you framed me for it.
Well, I did not kill Emily,
although I can tell by the conviction in your voice you think I did.
You know, I just realized something.
It's so funny.
Emily kidnapped herself, didn't she? Of course.
I mean, in retrospect, it makes total sense, doesn't it?
Of course, when you love someone, you tend to overlook the obvious,
but that's it. Poor old Emily.
She was testing me to see if I would bring the money for her.
But she didn't live long enough to see what I would do.
Pity. Kind of sad that she involved you, too.
So why did you send that guy to come intimidate me at the club?
Oh, come on. I have a net worth of $8.7 billion.
Do I look like a man who would hire street thugs to do his dirty work?
I never wanted any of this.
Of course you didn't. I'm sure you didn't.
You're married, and you got involved with an ex-lover
whom you must have known wasn't too tightly wrapped,
not playing with a full deck of cards, as they say, with deep mental
and emotional disturbances and issues
and all that googly crap we talk about.
You got involved because you wanted to shine in court.
Probably fill some gigantic hole
in your dreary, insipid, lackluster life.
You know, you knew the risks, but you proceeded anyway.
It rained, and you got wet, and I have no sympathy.
Now that you are down a rabbit hole, the only question I have
is how far are you willing to go to get out?
Like the man said,
"it's better to go too far
than not far enough."
Stalin.
911 operator. What is your emergency?
- Hello? - Yeah, look...
Sir? I can't quite hear you. Can you repeat that?
Motherfucker! Come here!
- Hey. - Hey, baby-
Charlie.
Everything's gonna be okay, all right?
Hold on.
Who are you?
Hey! I said who the fuck are you?
When they find you, you're looking at three counts of murder one!
That's death in this state!
Something tells me I got a better lawyer than you.
Why did you kill Emily?
I didn't. I moved her.
Why?
You really don't know.
Don't you touch her! Hey!
Hey, Charlie, look at me!
No!
You son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill you!
Why are you doing this?
How is what I do any different than what you do, Mr. Cahill?
You think you're a righteous man but you're not.
You're just confused.
There is no right, no wrong.
Only what is true.
Die, you fucker! Die!
Help. We need help.
We need help!
You're gonna be okay, baby.
- I'm gonna come back to get you. - Don't leave me, Ben.
- Ben. - Sir, are you all right?
Ben. Don't leave me.
"Sir?
- Is she gonna make it? - I don't know.
Listen, man, just leave town. You have to.
Listen, no, I'm not going anywhere
until I figure out who did this. Do you hear me?
Now, I've got the laptop from the guy who tried to kill me.
I'm gonna send you an encrypted file and I need you to try to decipher it.
Okay. Why?
Because I think I figured out who did this,
and I just need the proof.
Been reading about you here in the paper. “Manhunt.”
Fuck you.
- You want some coffee? - Listen to me.
Is everything all right here, Mr. Abrams?
Yeah, everything's fine, Susie, just fine. No.
Thank you for inquiring, honey. Thank you.
- Let me know if you need me. - I sure will.
- Keep your eye on us, too. - I Will.
You...
You've looked better.
I should fucking put you in the ground.
Oh, boy, you got evidence against you, son.
Direct, circumstantial. It's all over the place, son.
It's just not in your favor.
- Oh, I forget, the motive, too. - Why did you do it?
- Why did you do this to me? - What? Do what?
I didn't do anything to you.
I killed somebody because of you.
Oh, no. You did that on your own.
No. No. You did this to me, and I can prove it.
- You can prove it? - I can prove it.
Be my guest.
I didn't kill Emily.
Any good lawyer will tell you it doesn't matter what is.
It's what "is" looks like.
There was a biker, a man on a motorcycle,
who tried to bury me underneath a church.
- Yeah? - Anyway, I snapped his neck.
You know him?
I've never heard of him, no.
No, I think you do because you hired him.
Unfortunately for you, this guy also kept
a very detailed expense report on his laptop just like an accountant.
See, I got a tech guy who was able to trace the accountant
right back to you.
- I smell a blackmail here. - Oh.
Yeah, is that what you're doing? Blackmailing me?
You think I'm blackmailing you?
Why the fuck would I blackmail you?
Listen, never bullshit a bullshitter, son.
- You know how I built my reputation? - How did you build your reputation?
Breaking down every crooked banker
and CEO sociopath this side of the Mason-Dixon
bullshitting me every day of the week.
You know, I do the wrong thing for the right reasons just like you.
Who do you think you'll be without your reputation?
Reputation, Mr. Cahill, is an idle impression,
is "oft got without merit, lost without deserving."
There's some Shakespeare for you.
- Yeah. - Can you handle it?
I'll take care of my reputation.
What's gonna really bog us down now, buddy is you thinking,
having the audacity
and the profound ignorance to think you can take me down.
We got company.
The State of Louisiana from 1979 till now,
has executed 659 criminals, some of them guilty
with eight waiting in line, queued up, ready to go next.
I'm waiting for you to join them.
My profound ignorance uncovered something.
You been working with Arthur Denning the whole time,
taking bribes, throwing cases for him for years.
And now he's hanging you out to dry.
You are done.
I'm gonna crucify you and you know it.
You sure you want to play this game with me?
You should probably run while you still have a chance.
Fuck you.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
You're in my church now and I suggest you leave it.
- Mr. Abrams. - George. Hey, George...
- Keep your hands on the table. - What's going on?
Well, you're not gonna give me a manicure, are you?
Now, on the table.
Well, this is embarrassing for both of us, I think.
I will crucify you. Believe me, I will.
Enjoy your pen.
Go ahead, motherfucker!
Mr. Abrams, I need you to put that down!
Didn't know I had that in me, did you? Oh.
Put it on the ground and back away from the weapon.
Oh, it has come to this, hasn't it?
It has come to this.
You do the wrong thing for the right reasons.
You stretch yourself
beyond the limits.
You want to see a man ain't got no limits?
You're going to jail.
Criminals go to jail.
I'm sorry about this, 'cause...
I don't like this kind of thing.
Please pardon the theatrics.
I'm not gonna stand by and watch this settlement fall apart!
If we don't find him, a lot of people gonna get hurt.
- Understand? - I understand, Charles.
You having second thoughts?
- I'm dying. - I know that.
Why'd you ever come work for me?
I agreed to work for you
because I thought you and I wanted the same thing,
the truth.
There's no truth in the law.
Everybody lies.
Stop searching for it.
Ain't gonna find it, so...
Neither will you.
I'm gonna miss you, too, Dougie.
Yep. Yeah.
Look, look, it's not like we're moving to China, all right?
We're just moving a couple hours away.
How about we FaceTime on the weekends? How's that sound?
All right. You're a good man, Dougie. I'll see you later.
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What's wrong?
I'm gonna ask you this one time,
and I need you to tell me the truth.
Okay.
Why does this smell like Emily's perfume?
I mean, you don't even wear perfume.
It was an accident.
I went to confront Emily,
and she was weird. She was high...
and she slapped me.
And I was so mad at her and you.
The guy in the church, he knew.
In the back of your mind, I thought that you knew, too.
I pushed her. She fell.
Her head hit the table and she didn't get up.
I could have helped her,
but I didn't help her because I thought that if she...
If her heart stopped beating,
then mine would stop hurting.
It kind of did.
It's okay.
It's just us.
Well, we've got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.
I'm gonna finish packing.