It's inevitable.
We're born, we get sick,
we die. Right?
The old me ate those lies right up.
Now,
I eat this.
This...
could be you.
I can't say throw out your heart meds.
But what I can say is with my supplement regimen
and a healthy lifestyle,
you won't need them.
I make it easy, one packet a day.
Cancer? Preventable.
Alzheimer's? Preventable.
Wasting your money on snake oil...
also preventable.
Vincent Lee is trying to help us
live longer and end chronic illness.
Says the girl who eats Spaghetti-O's
three days a week.
Uh, ate Spaghetti-Os.
Vincent has opened my eyes.
And I like his livestreams.
Please don't tell me you have his magic pills on autoship.
He has a PhD in biochemistry.
He taught at UMD.
And didn't the two of you used to be friends?
I'd say we could have been,
back when he was a serious longevity scientist.
I mean, I'd run into him in the TED Talk circuit.
And yes, we've had a few deep chats in hotel lounges.
So what happened?
He fell out of touch.
And the last I heard, he was a zealot salesman
who lost his ethics in his protein shakes.
You sound like a hater.
Could we help ourselves with good nutrition and exercise?
Of course.
But we can't evade every genetic landmine,
and we certainly can't beat death
for $139 a month.
Speaking of, you know diabetes runs in our family.
And you know I'm on deadline with my loss aversion paper.
I'm serious, you've seen his videos
where he spread misbeliefs about Western medicine.
It's irresponsible.
Our health system has its problems,
but it's also saved countless lives.
Yours included. I know.
And if you're worried about me, Alec, don't be.
Now, let me watch this man run.
...Paradvm, you balance cholesterol
and boost virility.
With one packet a day, you're looking at life past 110, 120.
Who knows how far we can go?
If you have to live like that,
who'd want to live forever?
...your 90s.
You'll have the body of a 25-year-old your entire...
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, Alec,
come here, look at this.
What's wrong?
I'm pretty sure Vincent just died.
...five-year-old entire...
That looks like the hood of a car.
Someone hit him.
You work so hard on your health
just to get hit by some idiot
who didn't even bother to slow down.
Play it again.
...five-year-old entire...
Hmm.
What, is it something about the accident?
I'm not sure it was an accident.
I knew it.
No skid or swerve marks before impact,
which matches what leapt out on Vincent's livestream,
but also, not after.
That's an abnormal reaction.
Can't that just be panic taking over?
I'd freak out if I hit a guy.
When you encounter something surprising,
like a man in the middle of the road,
your body produces a spike of adrenaline.
The most common reaction is to slam on the brakes or swerve.
But this driver just kept going.
Meaning...
they weren't surprised.
I think this was intentional.
Ma'am, sir, I need you to clear out.
This is an active investigation, so no looky-loos.
- Uh, Detective? - Hall.
I'm Professor Alec Mercer.
I'm a behavioral psychologist.
We came here to see if we could help with the investigation.
Oh, right, you're the guy the captain called about.
And why are you offering your help with this hit and run?
Vincent and I go way back.
And I don't think this was an accident.
I'd like to help catch his killer.
Look, locals bomb down this old road like it's Talladega...
drag racing, splatting animals. They never stop.
Maybe, but we're talking about a tall ass athlete,
not some raccoon.
Yeah, but they would have had to find him out here.
Vincent geotagged his live feeds.
That's how we got out here so fast.
Anyone who wanted to run Vincent down
could have done the same.
Due diligence.
What kind of car do you drive?
Alec doesn't have a car.
But mine is red,
not white, like the one that hit him in the video.
Look, if someone wanted to murder Vincent,
they could have killed him after his run off camera.
But they didn't.
So tell me, why risk killing someone
when the whole world is watching?
It seems completely...
Irrational.
That's my specialty.
What's this? Another Jace Richards special?
I tried something a little different,
a splash of cream in the eggs, yeah.
Oh.
Guess who has to go home right now
if he wants to make morning briefing?
Oh.
But hey, while I'm there,
why don't I just grab a few things to keep here?
Or not.
Don't get me wrong.
I really like the way that our relationship has...
evolved
from colleagues, to friends, to...
this.
But I've been out of my marriage, for what feels like 10 seconds.
And I'm just not ready to jump into another one.
Is that OK?
Yeah.
Yeah, I understand.
You know you mean a lot to me, Marisa.
Of course I do.
I mean, me, too.
I might go to hell for this,
but there might be something to Paradvm.
Is this not the sexiest funeral you have ever seen?
Remember, correlation is not causation.
A CrossFit funeral would look the same
without the help of Vincent's super pills.
Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah.
So how's your snooping going?
Have you found Vincent's murderer?
Vincent's a puzzle.
I don't understand how the man I knew
turned from scientific luminary to fringe placebo pusher.
Not one of Vincent's close relatives
or old friends are here.
Vincent's wife Tori is the only person here
he may have been genuinely close to.
And she was about to be his ex.
Until a few months ago, she was all over Vincent's socials.
Then poof, gone.
Then he started posting about how to release negative energy
from your house.
Sounds like divorce.
What? You're thinking it was her?
You know what Marisa says.
It's always the spouse.
For female victims, that's true.
But for male victims, it's almost never true.
There are outliers, of course, but...
Noted.
You can go home if you want to.
I kind of saw Vincent die.
I want to be here.
Alec.
Tori.
The last time I saw Vincent,
it must have been before Paradvm.
When I met him, Vincent was this...
sweet, nerdy biochemist.
And then he got into all this, and I tried to keep up.
It must have been difficult.
I've seen a few of his videos.
His regimen was pretty demanding.
Try extreme.
There was no limit to how far he was willing to push himself;
these cryo chambers and ozone therapies.
And by the end, Vincent's idea of a fun date
was literally getting our blood tested for biomarkers.
Hmm. How'd that go?
It didn't.
I get woozy around blood.
And Vincent called me weak and uncommitted to his vision.
Sounds like a classic case of slippery slope.
That describes our trip to Italy.
I wanted pasta and pleasure.
And I begged him, live a little.
And he told me he intended to live forever.
Maybe I am weak, like he said.
No.
You were attending to your own well-being.
Vincent should have known that that's as key
to longevity as anything else.
Ask yourself,
was your marriage his only relationship
that fell apart?
The thing that happened with Derek was pretty bad, too.
Derek Mitchell?
That was Vincent's partner with the pharma startup, right?
They fell out after they sold their Alzheimer's drug
to Gallen-May.
Vincent sold his shares and started Paradvm.
And for a while, they were friends, until Vincent
made those attack videos against big pharma.
Let me guess, he went after Gallen-May.
He went after everyone.
But Derek took it personally.
Still, I'd hope he'd show up today.
Even with Vincent gone,
Derek Mitchell still can't let it go.
Thanks for your help with this.
And that is the last that we have on Derek Mitchell.
No criminal record, but he did get into trouble with PETA
over the unethical treatment of mice in clinical trials.
Animal abuse can escalate to violence against people.
Take a look at this.
After Vincent's attack videos dropped,
Derek remained silent,
which earned him a good deal of heat from the public,
from pharma detractors.
His Gallen-May bosses.
That's got to be tough,
being stuck between your job and someone you're so close to.
Under stress like that,
silence only adds to the pressure.
If it becomes too much...
Maybe he had motive to shut Vincent up for good,
and publicly.
Sorry about your friend.
He wasn't really my...
Me, too.
Oh. Hey, Alec.
Um, sorry to interrupt, but...
Right, we have to prepare for our meeting with the senator.
- The senator? - Yeah.
Jason and I are chasing a new lead on the church bombing.
Short of which is Sanford was losing his first Senate race.
Bomb blew up, turnout surged.
Sanford won.
Coincidence?
You think Sanford might be this Matthias guy
we've been chasing?
All for what?
Some post-tragedy popularity bump?
We've got to look into every angle.
Uh, Marisa says you two are friends?
Yeah, he visited me when I was in the burn unit,
well past the photo op necessity.
And we stayed in touch.
I've come to believe him to be a good senator, and a better guy.
That said, I don't want the halo effect
to blind me just because I don't want to hear it.
I'd rather find out the truth.
If you've got any ideas, we're all ears.
We know we can't just ask him outright.
So the plan is to go in, bring Sanford a case up...
Do you mind if I stop you there?
Because you're right.
A frontal attack will not work
with someone as smart as Sanford.
If he sees two FBI agents walking in, you're DOA.
OK, so who goes in?
Me?
You?
I think it's got to be me.
I'm the one with the personal connection.
I agree.
Personal angle's your best shot.
If you play to that part and build trust,
maybe drop something personal, privileged,
he may open up enough to give you answers.
How's it going with Derek Mitchell?
Vincent's ex partner and possible killer?
We've, uh, begun looking into him.
Good. The trick now is to find out
where he was when Vincent was killed.
- Any ideas? - I might have one.
An article I read on Vincent mentioned
a big Beltway longevity conference going on.
- Vincent would have been there. - There's a good chance
Mitchell would be there, too.
I agree.
Problem is, I can't be the one that goes in.
So who should cosplay pharma rep?
What?
Fellow traveler?
- Derek Mitchell. - Yeah.
- I'm Carrie. - Hi.
I've read your work on tau proteins and longevity.
It's fascinating stuff.
I think so, too.
Though all anyone wanted to talk about today
was a certain someone's lack of longevity.
- Vincent Lee? - Yeah.
He used to be your partner, right?
- Yep. - Isn't it funny
how we all seem to forget the lousy things
people did the second they die?
Before Paradvm got big,
Vincent reached out.
Said he wanted to co-fund my company's stroke drug research.
What he did is
twist the inside info I shared with him
into a hit piece against my employers.
It was all a stunt to raise Paradvm's profile.
Well...
After Gallant-May acquired our Alzheimer's drug,
we failed FDA approval.
Vincent was livid.
Is that when Vincent left to start Paradvm?
Yeah, and he said we were cool,
only to turn around and spew all these videos
that anyone who's in bed with Gallant-May
is poisoning the masses.
It was like Vincent was trying to ruin me.
When he died, um,
how'd that feel?
Nauseating.
Though it might have been airsickness.
I was on a flight back from Geneva.
Just signed a new three-year contract with Gallant-May.
Wow, I guess I just thought...
Gallant-May is gonna make a lot of money thanks to us...
me and Vincent.
You know, on balance, the guy did do a lot of good.
Though before I heard it was an accident,
I wondered if maybe somebody else he screwed over did him in.
Wasn't me.
I think Vincent was worried.
'Cause from what I heard, he hired a bodyguard.
What kind of supplement guru needs a bodyguard?
OK, so you suspected some pharma exec
and he told you that Vincent hired a bodyguard?
How'd you get him to talk?
Downward comparison,
a.k.a., misery loves company.
Which, for better or for worse,
- took him off the suspect list. - OK.
Well, I have been focused on the car.
With the paint chip we found on Vincent's shirt
and our tire track analysis,
we managed to narrow it down
to a large white late model Toyota SUV.
I blasted the info on socials,
and I've been canvassing with these,
- but no tips yet. - Hmm.
$5,000 reward's a good start,
but we need to give them greater incentive
to really look.
More incentivizing than free money?
You ever heard of gamification?
No.
The idea is when you turn a task into a game,
more people will do it.
Kylie will post a scavenger hunt
where players are asked to post a selfie
with particular items.
The items will all be relatively easy,
except for one; our hit-and-run car.
They won't know it's the one that killed Vincent.
To them, it's just another quirky item to find.
Finding those easier items
will incentivize the players to complete the game.
It's called goal gradient.
The closer you get to solving something,
the more motivated you are to finish.
OK.
Game's live.
What are you, some kind of hacker?
You asking me as the police?
So what do we do now?
- We wait. - Mm-hmm.
Don't tell me this fool painted
an uncooked bird yellow
and called it a rubber chicken.
I keep hearing bells. Any hits?
Yup.
So far, we've got five vehicles that match the hit-and-run.
I've forwarded the plate numbers to Detective Hall.
You mean Morgan.
I heard her ask you to call her that.
Maybe I'm not the only Mercer
who's a magnet for powerful women in law enforcement.
You know I don't date cops.
Understood.
You think she heard us?
Detective Hall.
So if I wasn't locked in on murder before, I am now.
One of the cars our gamers ID'd,
it was registered to Vincent Lee's wife.
You see?
It's always the spouse.
You think Vincent was murdered?
With my car?
Which one? We have four.
Found it in a chop shop.
That looks like my SUV,
which I hardly drive,
and I definitely wasn't driving it when Vincent got hit.
Hmm, so what were you doing that afternoon?
I was doing Pilates on the beach.
If I wanted Vincent dead,
you think I'd really hit him with my car?
On livestream?
It's not the smartest plan,
but people in emotional hot states tend to do,
well, not the smartest thing.
Vincent was worth about $40 mil.
I know losing that much in a divorce
would make me emotional.
And your husband had just filed, hadn't he?
The terms of his will and our prenup were the same.
I'd get $15 million, and the rest would go to his charity.
Did Vincent recently hire a bodyguard?
Can we get a name?
Contact details?
I don't recall.
By that point, Vincent and I were living
in different wings of the house,
and I barely interacted with his bodyguard.
Mm.
Tori,
you're hiding something.
I'd guess that you two were sleeping together?
It was just the one time.
Johann looks a little bit like Vincent
after a bottle of wine,
and he reminded me a lot of the husband I was losing,
who I always loved.
We're all prone to rationalization,
coming up with reasons, stories,
that justify our behavior.
But if we're too good at it,
we can even hide the truth from ourselves.
I was fighting for my marriage.
Johann, he kept trying to win me over
and he wouldn't stop calling.
And...
Until Vincent died.
Wait, did Johann have access to your car keys?
The entire staff did.
What are you thinking?
Vincent hired a bodyguard to protect him.
In the end, it's entirely possible
that the bodyguard is who he needed to be protected from.
You're running for state assembly?
- Marisa, I love it. - I'm considering.
Alec must be thrilled.
Uh, Alec and I recently divorced.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. - That's all right.
Point is,
I haven't told Alec yet because I haven't told anyone.
I wanted to talk to you first before I made any decision.
I get it.
Before my first campaign, I was just like you.
I was full of hesitation.
But, you know, four terms in, I can tell you this.
People vote for a story that they can connect to.
Talk about a good story,
you won your first race against a long time incumbent.
That is huge.
'02, yeah.
Tough campaign.
I... I give all the credit to my team
for pushing my numbers over the edge.
Yeah, them and the Black vote.
You were a couple points down until...
I guess what I'm wondering is
if it's gonna take a tragedy for a first timer like me
to get a lead, too.
Sympathy vote.
Sounds awful, doesn't it?
But no, that's a real thing.
Though the truth is, at the time,
I was more worried about the opposite,
that folks would be too scared to come out and vote,
and then I end up losing. Because right before the bombing,
internal polling had put me ahead of Gilbert.
Internal polling?
Press at the time had underestimated turnout.
So I think the bombing may have helped my margin,
but I was already up 4%.
Never trust the media poll.
That's my advice to you.
Well, I appreciate the assist.
The Maryland Department of Energy was hacked,
so our tech team is on overdrive.
Lucky for you, my new favorite hobby
is investigating Vincent's murder.
So I've been looking at the bodyguard's socials,
and homeboy was obsessed.
You can tell Vincent was his hero.
I mean, he even got the same tat as him.
But Vincent never posted about him
or included him in his videos?
Nope, which makes me wonder.
You really think Tori only slept with Johann once?
You so want it to be the wife.
No, I don't!
OK, fine. I sort of do.
But ignoring the mildly insensitive Kylie
who may want to see an episode of "Snapped" come to life...
All right, like your brother said,
we can't know for sure that Tori didn't do it.
But I think the bodyguard who slept with her
- has much more motive. - Mm.
Which would make it an episode of "Deadly Affairs."
Do you watch "Deadly Affairs"?
Girl, don't even get me started on "Deadly Affairs."
Oh!
But that's what doesn't sit right with me.
- What do you mean? - Well, I get that Johann
wouldn't leave Tori alone.
I get that he's not answering his phone.
Super sus. But...
you really think he'd kill his hero?
Adulation can cause a hero placebo effect
where you believe your idol is infallible.
I think when Johann learned what Vincent was really like,
he may have felt a powerful contrast effect
known as hero nocebo.
So Vincent turned his biggest fan
into his worst enemy.
Damn.
Gives a whole new meaning to never meet your heroes.
Oh, looks like Paradvm confirmed the address
that Tori gave for Vincent's bodyguard.
Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go.
Johann's a chill dude,
quiet, a lot cleaner than my other short term renters.
Didn't give me murderer vibes.
What time did Johann check out?
Uh, Tuesday. 11:30 a.m.
Vincent died at 1:00 p.m.
So that means he could have done it, right?
Did you see him leave?
No, he checked out through the app.
Did he leave a forwarding address,
emergency contact, that kind of thing?
Maybe.
I'll check in my office.
Hmm.
- You a soccer fan? - Oh.
Uh, yeah.
Me, too.
I went to a match in Berlin last summer.
It's pretty rare to find another Union fan in the US.
Yeah. Big Union fan.
- Except that's... - A Bayern Munich scarf.
What else are you hiding, Aaron?
Nothing. I swear.
All I did was bring some stuff Johann left behind
in here for safe keeping.
I don't think all of that was for safe keeping.
It... it was in the safe.
Uh, Johann must have forgotten it.
But now that I have his emergency contact,
I can box it all and mail it off to...
Germany.
Hmm.
I see why Tori fooled around with this guy.
He out-thirst-traps Vincent even in a passport photo.
So what do you think?
Is this Aaron guy telling the truth?
About the scarf?
He definitely meant to keep it for himself,
but I don't think he killed Vincent.
He probably didn't even know him.
What's throwing me is Johann.
Why would he take everything, his clothes, his toiletries,
even clean out the refrigerator,
but leave his most personal valuables?
Well, I might forget a trinket or two
if I were in a hurry to kill my boss.
Not that I have a boss.
If you just murdered someone, sure.
You'd be in a hot state.
You might forget something.
But Johann checked out before Vincent's death.
He would have been in a cold, premeditative phase.
Meaning?
Johann's moves would have been deliberate,
- calculated. - Mm.
I don't know, Ky.
- Something feels off. - Okay, thanks.
So I talked with Johann's family in Germany.
They haven't heard from Johann since last week.
But he does share a family credit card.
Stats at the banks called about unusual purchases in
the past few days, all on Long Island.
Who runs to Long Island?
I don't know. I'm about to find out.
I just got my travel greenlit, and I've been in touch
with local authorities for an agency assist.
Oh, cool.
Well, hopefully you'll keep us in the loop?
Shouldn't be too hard from three feet away.
Y'all up for a road trip?
Clear. There's no one home.
Are you sure this is Johann's new place?
Credit card company reported multiple orders
from Vegan Plate Bistro,
and the restaurant said Johann's meals
were delivered here.
Well, Johann's definitely been staying here.
And the bodyguard is still a Paradvm guy.
Doesn't make any sense.
Why would someone who could afford this
stay at Aaron's cheap-ass place?
Kylie.
Look up Sunrise Garden
and what they would be charging
Johann $37,000 for this month.
Damn. On it.
Oh, well, it says right there.
"Services."
That's not vague.
No online hits for Sunrise Garden.
Sketchy AF.
And how does Johann pay for these services
on a bodyguard's salary?
Maybe he isn't.
Could be in cahoots with Tori.
Maybe she slept with the bodyguard to win him over.
Paid him a whole bunch of money to kill Vincent.
It's faster to murder the husband than to wait for a settlement.
Like I said, it is always...
Kylie, it's not always the spouse.
Sometimes it's the spouse.
What are you doing?
Star 69.
Star 60-who?
It's too old-school for you millennials.
It's a function that redials the last caller.
Your request for pickup at 191 Stone Hill Court
has been received.
You will receive a courtesy call when your shuttle arrives.
Goodbye.
Wow.
Whoa. Redecorating?
I'm going over all the files from the church bombing case.
It's an old Alec trick. Immerse yourself in the data.
Sleep on it. Maybe...
the answer will come to you.
You managed to get Sanford's internal polling numbers.
An old friend at the FEC hooked me up.
There it is. Up 4%, two weeks out.
- Yeah. - He's telling the truth.
His story checks out.
So maybe he's not Matthias.
Maybe they targeted Sanford or someone from his campaign.
- Can you hand me that box? - Yeah.
Well, I stopped by to see if maybe you wanted
to grab a bite to eat together.
Oh.
Um...
honestly,
I'm in the thick of it.
I should probably keep at it.
Yeah. OK.
I will... I'll leave you to it.
So the mystery shuttle brought us to...
Johann's very expensive spa?
That's a scent I'll never forget,
hospital disinfectant.
It's not a spa. It's a medical facility.
I think Sunrise Garden
is a high-end cancer treatment center.
Making Johann's services...
chemotherapy.
Wait, Johann has cancer?
No.
No. Not Johann.
Excuse me, we'd like to speak to one of your patients.
It's about a murder.
Hello, Vincent.
- Cancer? - Bone.
- Stage 4. - I'm sorry.
But you still look pretty good for a dead man.
- I can explain. - No.
Why don't I?
You stop me if I get anything wrong.
First, you took pains
to hire a man with a resemblance to you.
Poor Johann had no idea what you had in store.
You tricked viewers into believing
they were witnessing you die in a choppy livestream.
But it wasn't you,
and it wasn't live at all.
In reality, they were watching Johann
being killed in a video you spliced together.
It was an impressive piece of theater.
And with the body,
you made sure his face was mangled enough
so that a squeamish Tori wouldn't look close enough
doing a postmortem ID.
You'd already checked out of Johann's rental
with most of his things
so that no one would be the wiser.
Which brings us here.
With Vincent Lee gone,
you can now live as Johann Bartz,
undergo chemo with the money from your charity,
and all so you could hide the inconvenient truth
that Paradvm doesn't work.
No. Paradvm does work.
Yes, I resorted to chemo,
but I'm responding better than anybody should
because of Paradvm.
Wasn't it supposed to prevent cancer in the first place?
It would have.
If I'd had those supplements earlier,
I wouldn't be here now.
But our early adopters,
they won't have to suffer like I'm suffering.
That's my gift, and Johann's,
as an unfortunate but necessary sacrifice.
I understand how much you believe that.
All my life,
all I've tried to do is help people make better choices.
Same as you, Alec.
You can make the better choice now.
If people find out I have cancer,
Paradvm falls apart.
Think of the good.
All you have to do
is stay quiet.
The cost is small.
The cost is everything.
Detective Hall.
Vincent Lee,
you'll want to check in with your care team
because you're being placed under arrest.
What was Vincent hoping for anyway?
To beat terminal cancer
and then gallivant as Johann Bartz
to the end of time?
Cognitive dissonance.
He invested too much money, effort,
everything to ever doubt Paradvm.
We still saved the day, so what's up with this?
Vincent thinks that he and I are alike.
And as misguided as the man was,
it did start with wanting to help people
make better decisions.
Yeah, but...
We do share a tendency to put our work first
and surround ourselves with people
that tell us how great we are.
OK, stop.
Vincent went way more extreme than you ever would or could.
OK, so you're divorced.
But Rose feels like a real chance.
And the fact that you're even asking these questions, Alec,
proves that you're different.
- Hmm. - Besides,
you're forgetting the one thing you have that he doesn't.
What's that?
- Me. - Ah.
'Cause I'll take you down a peg whenever you need.
OK, so I'll return the favor.
Because I have something I don't think you want to hear.
You and Morgan,
you like her.
I know you don't date cops.
Sometimes we gotta break the rules.
I don't like you.
Go out there and talk to her.
Hey, Morgan.
I'm just gonna spit this out.
I like you.
But...
You don't like cops.
I get it. I used to feel the same way.
So what changed?
The truth is,
- I needed to make rent. - Mm.
And Staties were the only ones hiring
with a decent paycheck.
And...
I have struggled with it over the years.
But if people like me aren't around to make things better,
then how will things change?
So I stick with it.
And that gives me a sense of pride.
It's like every day I wake up, and I have a purpose.
Guess I'm searching for what you have,
purpose...
but with six figures.
Well, it's only five figures.
But if you're looking, you are kind of good
at this solving crime thing.
Me, a cop?
Girl.
How about we start...
with me going on a date with one?
So Paradvm?
Is being dissolved.
We've also started a fund to aid Johann's family
and everyone else hurt by Vincent.
And how are you?
I just want to make everything right.
Vincent's actions hurt his customers and Johann.
But they also hurt you.
I just can't believe that Vincent didn't die, and Johann did.
And even if he survives this,
the husband I loved is gone.
He failed me, but why do I still feel like
somehow I failed him?
Because you did.
Look, Vincent set impossible standards,
so impossible, he couldn't even meet them.
So how can anyone else?
We're better off seeking our own standards.
And it sounded to me like that may involve activities
more like eating pasta in Italy.
Maybe our goal has got to be to live more
and not longer.
Mm-hmm.
Professor, we just got your 911.
Is it about Vincent or your paper?
What do you need us to do?
I need you both to go home.
I've recently been reminded that it's important for us
sometimes to break our own rules.
- But your paper... - Is this an experiment?
It's just a night off.
Call it self-care, whatever you want.
Now go.
Kids, go have some fun.
There was a time when Vincent Lee and I
weren't so different.
We saw ourselves as disruptors.
Innovators.
Making people's lives better.
And better meant longer.
It had to.
How else could I have held on
through surgery after surgery, for years in the hospital?
Surviving gave me the gift of a longer life.
But the longer I've lived,
the more I realized
that living isn't measured in years.
It's measured in moments,
the ones we treasure all the more because they're fleeting.
And in the end, all we are
is the sum of the choices we make in those moments.
It's measured in meaning,
in impact,
and the people whose lives we touch.
I was cleaning when it hit me.
Sanford's mother said that Matthias intended
to set the bomb off an hour after Sanford's speech.
We assumed that they targeted an empty church.
What if they knew the church wasn't gonna be empty?
Right.
Stragglers, clean-up crew.
I found some of Sanford's campaign schedules.
His team always designated specific people for cleanup.
We need to find a staff schedule,
see who was on post-event duty.
Because one of them
might have been Matthias' true target.
Damn.
Nice work, Clark.
I told you it was gonna come to me.
Can I be honest with you?
I was, uh, kind of hoping
you didn't invite me over to talk about work.
I didn't, not entirely, anyway.
I have been keeping you at arm's length.
I thought I had to,
to find myself.
I'm working on getting better boundaries.
Because what we have is good.
So...
I want to show you something.
A closet.
Not just any closet.
Your closet.
So next time,
you won't have to go home.