[narrator] Previously on The Catch...
Tessa Riley. Is that your real name?
Perhaps you should go directly to the source. Tell us, Mum.
You made the right decision, giving her up.
Parenting's a cruel business.
[Margot] How many times have you tried to kill me now and failed?
You can't do it, can you?
Because deep down, you know, I'm your little girl.
[Alice] You think he's targeting Sybil?
She's on 24-hour lockdown.
[Margot] She's being extradited.
- Hello, mother. - What on earth are you doing?
It's a prison break, darling.
The mayor's appointing his new Chief of Police.
I need to know where I'm vulnerable.
I want to hire you guys,
starting with the Ethan Ward case.
Tommy's in trouble.
- You didn't have to pay his bail. - He's family.
Ethan is very well-connected.
Nothing for six years, and then twice in one day.
- Are you happy? - I am.
[Ben] Once word spreads that I'm setting people up
for the feds, you're giving me a death sentence.
Maybe we should take the Nick case.
If there's stuff in my life that I'm afraid to look at,
then maybe I should look at it.
The past will always come back to haunt you.
-♪ It's no mistake ♪ - [breathing heavily]
♪ Life would have it that way ♪
♪ No giving in ♪
♪ But I'll see you again ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Where did you go Now that I'm here? ♪
♪ It took me a while ♪
♪ Just to find out that I need it ♪
♪ That I need it ♪
I love you.
Very good.
That's exactly how you're gonna start your pitch to the City Planning Commission.
- Is that today? - Don't even joke.
What else are you gonna say to them?
That they, um... smell fantastic.
And that I would like to stay in bed with them all day long.
Well, they're gonna love you.
[chuckles]
They already hate me.
I'm "the man who's destroying downtown."
You are the man who's rebuilding downtown, restoring downtown.
You're the one that should be meeting with the City Planning Commission.
I'm taking bids on the new sports arena.
Oh.
Why do you always get to do the fun stuff?
Because your name is on the letterhead.
Yours is there, too. Ethan Ward and Associates.
It's not the same as Ward & Vaughan, though, is it?
When are you gonna make me a partner?
When are you gonna marry me?
Then nobody will take me seriously.
Mm.
Okay. I'll retire.
You can run the business all by yourself.
- Mm. - I'll just raise the kids.
- Kids? - Oh, absolutely, yeah.
We can start making them right now.
-♪ That I need it ♪ - [knock on door]
[banging on door]
Police! Let me see your hands! Face the wall.
- What? - Don't move.
Ethan Ward, I'm Detective Anderson.
This is Detective Turner. We have a warrant for your arrest...
- Ethan! - ...for the murder of Steven Mason.
- Hey, stop! - This is a mistake.
- You have the right to remain silent... - What are you doing?
- Stay back, ma'am. - Allie, it's fine.
You can't just take him.
- For your own safety, ma'am. - Allie, stop!
- [grunting ] - [groans]
Congratulations, Ms. Vaughan.
You're under arrest for assaulting a police officer.
[camera shutter clicking]
You think it's safe leaving Tessa alone in her room?
Safe for her, or safe for us?
- [liquid pours] - I put a guard outside the door.
[sighs]
So, I assume you have a laundry list of questions.
Obviously, I lied to you 15 years ago.
There was no Barcelona assignment.
I figured out the when and the how...
but just not the why.
I mean, if you knew she was mine...
- Of course she was yours. - ...then why not tell me?
Because I knew you'd want to do the right thing--
settle down and be a "family."
- And would that have been so bad? - Yes.
I liked our life, yours and mine.
Well, I did, too, but--
A baby would have changed everything.
We should have made that decision together.
A decision aboutmy body?
I'm just saying, if we had...
maybe things would have turned out differently.
Right, 'cause having a baby always saves a relationship.
Look, you want to make decisions about her?
Fine. Take her.
- She's yours. - What?
She hates me, something the two of you have in common. Take her.
Margot, I am working undercover for the FBI.
- What do you suggest? - I don't know.
I would just like to be involved in her life.
Mm-hmm. You're just gonna leave her here, aren't you?
For now.
But I will be right back, and first thing in the morning,
we can all talk, figure out what Tessa wants.
Tessa wants to join the Firm.
No. She's not gonna turn out like we did.
She already has.
Don't you think we at least owe her a chance
to lead a normal life?
We don't have to do this.
I can just tell Nick we're too busy.
He'll know that you're lying.
Plus, if he does become Chief of Police,
I want us to stay on his good side.
And you sure now is the best time, with you becoming a... stepmother?
That is strictly between Ben and Margot.
I'm not even thinking about Tessa
and the many ways in which she could completely destroy my life.
Which is why I need this case...
so I can stop worrying about the future
and to figure out how I got here in the first place.
Through the course of this investigation,
you will learn some things about me that I am not very proud of.
So whatever you read in those files, just know--
It's all in the past.
Our job is to remain objective, reserve judgment,
and treat this case like we would any other.
Who's asking us to dig into this?
Nick Turner. He's up for Chief of Police.
He has hired us to vet his record, which is flawless except for one case.
In September 2009, when Nick and I were partners,
we were tasked with investigating the murder
of a fellow detective - Steven Mason.
Detective Mason was last seen entering a warehouse on the L.A. River.
Approximately 30 minutes after he entered the warehouse,
it exploded with Detective Mason inside.
- Arson? - Gas leak. Allegedly.
What was he doing in the warehouse?
Looking into a commercial developer suspected of corrupt business practices -
bribery, extortion.
- Who was the developer? - Ethan Ward.
He's my ex-boyfriend.
We were together for five years. I helped him build his company.
In the six months prior to Detective Mason's death,
Ethan bought up all of the riverfront property.
The owner of that warehouse was the last holdout.
Until the fire.
So, Ethan gets the property, and the cop investigating him goes away.
Which gives him motive.
Ethan was arrested, but the charges were dropped.
A cop was murdered, and it just went away?
Do you think he paid people off?
That's what we're gonna find out.
[Alice] Ethan didn't do this.
How do you know that, Ms. Vaughan?
Because I was with him last night.
- All night? - Yeah.
We went to dinner. We went to the club. We met friends. We had drinks.
Just drinks?
You sure you didn't put anything else in your system last night?
And what are you implying, Detective?
You punched a cop, Ms. Vaughan...
at 6:45 in the morning.
And I am very sorry I did that. My home was being invaded.
My boyfriend was being arrested for something that he didn't do.
I have a temper, not a drug problem.
What time did you leave the club?
- I don't know. 2:00? - And Mr. Ward left with you?
Mm-hmm. We took a cab.
You can check my credit card to see what time it was.
And then you and Mr. Ward went to...
Sleep. Well, to bed.
There's plenty of genetic evidence there
if you need proof that he was home last night.
The family's here.
Do you hear that, Ms. Vaughan?
Detective Mason's family is right outside.
A man with a wife and two kids... who will grow up without a father
because of your boyfriend.
If you had any evidence to support that claim,
you wouldn't be working me so hard, would you, Detective?
You've got nothing on Ethan because he didn't do this.
So unless you have further questions...
I will let you get back to figuring out who really did.
We'll start by going through Detective Mason's personal case files.
At the time, he was investigating Ethan for corruption, graft, fraud.
You want us to retrace his steps?
I want to know if Ethan did this.
And how he got away with it.
- [gun cocks] - Don't move.
[groans]
[Justine] Stand down! Stand down. He's one of ours.
- All clear. - What the hell is going on?
- Thank God you're not dead. - Why would I be dead?
Because we've been made.
- What? - Not necessarily.
The whole world knows we're C.I.s.
- Agent Diaz... - We don't know that.
...what is going on?
There's been a security breach at the FBI.
And there's a chance that you've both been compromised.
Which means we have been compromised.
Which means we're dead.
You've killed us.
[tense music playing]
Last night, someone broke into our L.A. field office.
They accessed a drive with files detailing the names and locations
of all of our undercover agents and criminal informants.
They just accessed it.
Well, we've been trying to figure out how.
Well, luckily, I packed a couple of go-bags,
so Benji and I are off to Mykonos, if you'd care to join us.
I'm afraid I can't let you leave.
- Well, you can't expect us to stay. - They know where we live.
Which is why we'll have agents stationed here day and night.
If the criminals we set up know where to find us,
that means we're all dead if we stay here.
So, what are you doing to recover those files?
We're investigating the break-in.
Then we need to be a part of that investigation.
No. That runs contrary to protocol.
Okay, while you're worrying about protocol,
Rhys and I are gonna figure out who did this and get those files back
before the FBI makes its first move.
Fine. I'll make some calls.
Listen...
Are we absolutely sure
we wouldn't rather be on a beach somewhere?
I can't leave, not now.
Why not? Alice is fine.
Alice would want you to go if it keeps you alive.
Alice isn't the problem.
Well, then, what is it?
Your niece, my daughter with Margot.
I know. Take a moment.
It's a lot.
Gentlemen, on page three you will find our revised
revenue projections for Canada, the U.S.,
Central and South America.
[Sybil clears throat]
Sorry. Uh, would anyone like tea?
Alfie, Darjeeling, your favorite.
Why, yes, I'd love a cup of--
Mum, I'm just trying to conduct a meeting.
Of course, darling. Tea?
No. Thank you.
As I was saying--
Sorry, but do these revenue projections take into account our pirate problem?
We have a pirate problem?
In the Gulf. They've stolen four shipments in as many days.
Well, they must be working with inside information.
Who do we have down there in enforcement?
Uh... Stefan, Miguel, Fernando.
Fernando. He's ambitious. Send him.
- [clears throat] - Yes, Mum?
Darling, I-I don't mean to meddle, but--
Do we have any more of those butter biscuits?
I've eaten all mine.
Ooh, those are lovely ones, aren't they? I think they're right here. Yes.
For God's sake.
We have a pirate problem.
- Do we? - No, we do not have a pirate problem.
Our port in the Gulf has a pirate problem.
It's a loyalty issue. I suggest you attend to it personally.
- Fernando is already there. - Who's Fernando?
- [chuckles] - My point exactly.
- Nobody. - He's a loyal enforcer.
But suppose the pirates make him a better offer.
Ooh, suppose we make the pirates an offer,
sic them on the competition, and then split the take?
Actually, that's not a bad idea.
That's enough! This is not a democracy.
You two, get out. Alfie, send Fernando.
The rest of you, turn to page three.
[teapot whistling]
[Sybil] Sorry!
Hey. So, that cop who got killed-- Detective Mason.
Did you know he had a substance-abuse issue?
What?
In 2007, he had a four-month medical leave,
which turned out to actually be--
[Valerie] A stint in rehab. He was addicted to painkillers
for an injury he sustained on the job.
But did you know about the I.A. investigation
into his gambling?
- What are you doing? - I'm just--
Oh, I asked Sophie to gather as much information as she could
on Detective Mason, so we have a context for--
Detective Mason is the victim here. We're not investigating the victim.
Clearly, Internal Affairs had reason to.
- If he was on drugs... - He got clean.
...or if he had a gambling addiction,
then maybe there were other people in his life that wanted him dead.
What about his dealer or his bookie?
We talked to them. They had alibis.
Ethan had no alibi, except you.
Soph, would you mind
- excusing us for a moment? - Sure.
I am not defending Ethan.
I am investigating possible police corruption,
which is what Nick asked us to do.
Do you want me to stop?
No.
But Steve Mason was a good cop. He had his demons, but he beat them.
And you of all people should understand what that's like.
[sniffs]
[Ethan] Hey, baby?
Baby, what are you doing?
Oh, we have meetings all day, and we have that dinner tonight.
No, we don't. I cancelled them.
- Hey, what are you doing? - What are you doing?
The police are watching us. My arrest is all over the news.
I know! That's why--
We need to stop and lay low for a while, okay?
No. That is exactly the opposite of what we need to do.
If we don't go to those meetings, if we don't act like there's nothing wrong,
then our clients are gonna think that there is something wrong.
They're gonna think that you killed that cop...
or that you had him killed.
I didn't kill that cop.
And I didn't have him killed, okay?
I told the cops that we left the club together last night.
Baby...
I love you.
I love you, too.
Then marry me already.
Ward & Vaughan?
Mm...
Ward & Vaughan.
[chuckles]
- [liquid pours] - [Rhys] So, tell me about your daughter.
Who is she? What's she like?
I don't even know.
I barely got a chance to talk to her, and I got to get us out of here soon,
or she's gonna think I'm staying away on purpose.
Listen, you don't want to go rushing into this parenthood thing
when your body will be "Dad bod," your jeans will be "Dad jeans."
What am I supposed to do?
I owe her 15 years-- an entire childhood.
Well, you saved her 15 years of Margot as her mother.
- Imagine that. - I don't have to imagine.
- It's happening now. - Does Alice know?
Mm-hmm.
- Justine? - No, and she can't find out.
We cannot put Margot on the FBI's radar.
She'll hit us back hard.
- [Justine] Did you find anything? - Possibly.
The thief cut the FBI's security cams, so I combed through the CCTV feeds
within a five-block radius of the building.
And I'm guessing these are the guys that broke into the FBI
and stole our information.
What's that tattoo?
A trident. Popular among Navy S.E.A.L.s.
They're also wearing wing-walkers, paratrooper boots.
I'm guessing they were all Special Forces.
- And now? - [keyboard keys clack]
Possibly Blackwell.
The private military contractors?
We've been investigating them for months,
could've been retaliation.
Great. So you know who they are.
- Just go and get them. - We can't.
We have to obtain evidence, warrants. It could take weeks.
So, let us go. We don't need warrants.
"Us" as in me and you against a private army?
Absolutely not. These aren't other criminals you're conning.
They're mercenaries responsible for assassinations,
kidnappings, death squads.
Which they will send to us if we just sit here.
I'm going in and stealing our data back.
You can't! With these security leaks, I can't backstop a new I.D. for you.
That's okay. I know someone who can.
Once again, the FBI is no match for Alice Vaughan.
How can I help?
How's fatherhood treating you?
- [Ben] I'm already a deadbeat dad. - Why is that?
What do you know about the Blackwell Corp?
Well, I think even they're gonna have their hands full with Tessa.
They're not for Tessa.
They hacked into the FBI, so I'm gonna need a new I.D.
so I can get in there and get their data back.
Do you want us to create one for you?
Do you have time? What are you working on?
A cold case, actually.
- So let me know what you need. - You're too good to me.
Did you and Margot
decide what you're going to do with Tessa?
No. We're still talking about it, but--
Because I think maybe she could use some professional help.
- Allie... - She's a killer.
She's mini Margot.
Well, she's also 15.
You remember what you were like at 15, don't you?
Hormonal, yes. Homicidal, no.
Well, then you're lucky. I was 13 when I got my first gun.
What? Who gave you a gun at 13?
It doesn't matter. Point is, I turned out okay... kind of.
Right? Hello?
Uh, shoot me the specs for your Blackwell I.D.
- I got to go. - Got it.
- [cellphone beeps] - Sorry. What's up?
So, remember when I said we shouldn't investigate the victim?
I did some digging into Detective Mason's widow.
You did?
She left Northridge the year after the fire.
Now she lives in Bel Air.
And she's paying $80,000 a year to send the kids to private school.
Is she working? Did she remarry?
She volunteers at the kids' school.
Do you think Ethan paid her off?
I think he's still paying her.
Well, wouldn't be the first time he bought someone's silence.
[tense music playing]
[grunts]
[groans]
You have five seconds to tell me who you are.
Put the gun away, Ms. Vaughan.
Why would I do that?
Because I'm not the only one following you.
And the undercover cops across the plaza won't be nearly
as forgiving about the fact that you do not possess a license
to carry a firearm in the state of California.
- Where'd she go? - I don't know.
[breathing heavily]
Who are you?
Mr. Ward hired me to... ensure your safety at all times.
Why didn't he tell me about it,
and where's your gun, bodyguard?
- He sent you to spy on me. - He sent me to keep you safe.
Safe from whom?
Your fiancé is a powerful man,
and powerful men have... powerful enemies.
Including undercover policemen?
[exhales sharply]
He's scared I'm gonna talk to the cops.
I told him he has nothing to be afraid of.
Do I?
Did Ethan kill that cop?
I was hired to keep an eye on you,
not on him.
Okay.
Let's let him think you're still doing that. That way, you get to keep your job.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna start paying you to keep my secrets.
[water running]
Margot, darling?
Oh, God, does no one in this family know how to knock?
It's about Fernando. I am trying to help.
I don't need your help running the Firm, Mother.
If you want to help me, help me with Tessa.
Tessa is not the problem at hand.
Maybe not for you. I keep hoping she'll run away
and go and take over a country or something.
Give Putin a run for his money.
Did she tell you about Fernando?
This is what I'm talking about.
Come along, Tessa. Your mother needs her privacy.
You need to go to Mexico.
- Why? What happened? - Have you not checked your phone?
I was trying to tell you. Fernando.
- Oh, my God! - They cut off his head.
I'm not telling you what to do...
I'll be on the first flight to the Gulf tonight.
- I'll come, too. - No, you'll stay here.
- But-- - I am not taking a 15-year-old girl
into a trade negotiation with pirates.
But I can help you. Pirates love 15-year-old girls.
You can help me by obeying your grandmother while I'm away.
You're making a mistake. I can be of use.
Not this time.
Can you give us a moment, darling?
Be careful.
I did tell you not to send Fernando.
Yeah, but what kind of a leader takes her mother's advice
- in the middle of a meeting? - I was trying to--
You were trying to undermine me.
To what end? My time with the Firm has come and gone.
If your people start to lose faith in you, it won't be me they look to.
It'll be her.
- You forgot something. - Oh!
Come along, naughty girl.
[suspenseful music playing]
I'm reopening the Mason murder case.
- No, you're not. - You can't,
not without calling attention to the fact
you let Ethan walk the first time.
- I didn't let Ethan walk. - You know what I mean.
Ethan clearly bought off Mason's widow.
We can't prove it. All we know is she invested in Ethan's development.
She made $5 million off her husband's death.
It looks bad, yes. But it will look even worse if you reopen a case
based on circumstantial evidence.
Nick, let us find out the truth.
Let us finish what we started seven years ago.
[door closes]
Why the change of heart, Ms. Vaughan?
- Did he threaten you? - No.
Not directly.
He hired somebody to follow me around,
spy on me, a private investigator.
Why would he do that?
To make sure that I don't talk to people
that I shouldn't. Say things that I shouldn't.
Things like?
I need to know that I'm protected.
Understood.
And for the record, I don't think that Ethan killed that man.
But he wasn't with me when I left the club
the night of the fire.
And I'm not gonna lie for a man who's keeping secrets from me.
What if he killed that cop?
We could find out...
...with your help.
You want me to spy on him?
He started it.
If we're going to prove that Blackwell was behind the FBI breach,
then we need to go after the woman who ordered it.
Donna Kane, C.E.O.
She founded the company 15 years ago
after a two-and-a-half-decade stint in the Marines.
I do love a woman in uniform. Perhaps I could charm her with my--
- Hard-core lesbian. - Ah, then no.
- No. - In that case, I will meet with Ms. Kane
as a prospective client while you two access the corporate servers
- to steal back those files. - She won't meet with you.
She only meets with major players.
She won't be meeting with Benjamin Jones.
She'll be meeting with a wealthy gold baron.
- Gold baron? - Thomas Nye. Pleasure to meet you.
AVI already backstopped my cover.
Okay, fine, but a gold baron?
This man just so happens to own
a-a very lucrative network of mines in Romania.
- The Congo. - The Congo.
You're assuming she doesn't already know
what you look like based on the data she stole.
There's only one way to find out.
Welcome to Blackwell. Ms. Kane's office is right this way.
[jazz music playing]
♪ Put me to the test, girl ♪
- Mr. Nye, it's a pleasure. - Thank you, Ms. Kane.
This is my associate, Corina Lopez.
Thank you for taking the time.
I have the contract all ready for you to sign.
Before I sign, we have some concerns.
- Such as? - Our position in the Congo
is tenuous at the moment.
We need to be assured that your team has the requisite... firepower?
♪ We got fire Before smoke somehow ♪
May I offer you a tour?
- [Cellphone ringing] - Oh, I'm sorry.
Excuse me. I need to take this. You go ahead. I'll stay here.
- Right this way. - Thank you.
♪ Prisoner of love ♪
♪ What we've waited for ♪
♪ We really don't belong now ♪
♪ Won't you take me back in your arms? ♪
- Where am I off to? - 31st floor, room 3157.
According to the building layout,
that's the data center where the server should be.
I'm on my way.
[music continues playing]
[guard] Hold it!
What are you doing up here?
I have a better question, actually.
Have you ever been rendered unconscious by a federal agent?
- [sighs] - First time for everything.
- [beeps] - Shall we, my love?
This data center should have everything we need.
We'll clone the servers, then get out.
[door closes]
Except, this is not a data center.
This is someone's room.
Whoa.
[clears throat]
Who the bloody hell are you?
I'm Troy, and you're Special Agent Diaz
in charge of Rhys Spencer Griffiths,
former head of the Kensington Firm.
And now a confidential informant with Benjamin Jones.
Shut it!
- How do you know all this? - He's seen our files.
- Where's the information being stored? - What information?
About the Bureau's undercovers. Where are the servers? The hard drives?
You guys don't get it, do you?
I am the hard drive.
Are you here to rescue me?
[tense music playing]
What do you mean, you're the hard drive?
When Blackwell needs data copied and stored
but they don't want to leave an electronic fingerprint, they send in me.
I look at it once, it's in here forever.
[Justine] Eidetic memory. Only a handful of people in the world have it.
Yeah, and it was a cool job at first.
But when they realized how valuable the stuff in my head was--
They locked him in a room with a mini fridge and cotton-poly sheets.
[muffled] For my own protection, they said.
They only let him out under their supervision
to, say, raid the FBI.
How'd you get him out?
Well, I put him in my janitor's onesie.
May I please have some more milk?
Of course you can, darling. You can have anything you want.
He's so polite!
- What are we gonna do with him? - You guys don't have to worry about me.
- I'm fine. - You're not fine.
Once Blackwell discovers you're missing,
they're gonna start looking for you and us.
He can't be here. He has to go right now.
He can't go. He knows everything about us.
- And he's so pretty. - Thank you.
I don't think we're gonna have to worry about Blackwell.
Why not?
Because if Troy knows everything about us,
then he probably knows everything about Blackwell.
I know a lot.
Enough to shut them down and put Donna Kane away for good?
How fast can you guys type?
To family.
It's bad luck to toast with water. May I have some wine?
Oh, there's no such thing as luck, darling.
Only tactics and timing.
You know, I did try to talk your mother out of giving you away,
but back then, she was... well, very much as she is now.
But we mustn't let that stand in our way.
You're family now.
My dear, a-are you being rude or just young? I can't tell.
- Sorry. - Good. You're a good girl.
Now, is-- is there anything you want to ask me
about the family, your-- your grandfather?
Are there really pirates attacking our shipments in the Gulf?
Yes, of course there are.
Oh. Well, I thought, perhaps, it was a ruse
to get rid of mother, send her off to Mexico,
have whoever cut Fernando's head off do the same to hers.
- Oh, aren't you a quick study? - [chuckles]
Photograph of Fernando's head was a nice touch.
- Photoshop. - Mm.
Mind you, they won't kill her. And after all, she is my flesh and blood.
But she'll be out of the way, and I'll retake control of the Firm.
You'll come to London, train by my side, and assume your birthright.
- M-Margot. - [chuckles nervously]
You ought to be on a plane.
Why's that, Mother, since apparently there are no pirates in the Gulf?
[Sybil] She'll be out of the way, and I'll retake control of the Firm.
You'll come to London, train by my side.
You-- You did this together?
You're going away, Mother.
Neither you nor your help are welcome anymore.
- Margot, listen to me. - They won't hurt you.
After all, you are my flesh and blood
and an excellent role model for how not to raise a daughter.
[door closes]
Well spoke to Mason's widow.
- She talked to you? - What did she say?
That she's gonna sue us,
and then she sicced her Rottweiler on me.
Think she's hiding something?
[Sophie] I think I may have found it.
I was going through her financial statements,
and I noticed that she makes the same $10,000 charity payment every month.
- It's not a tax write-off? - No, because the charity doesn't exist.
It's called the Altgrove Foundation, but there's zero online presence.
- Well, the money's going somewhere. May I? - Mm-hmm.
All charities are listed as a matter of public record,
including the names of who owns them.
- Marty J. Dixon? - No. Marty Dixon?
[Danny] Who's Marty Dixon?
The family's here.
My supervising officer.
Captain Marty Dixon is a retired 35-year veteran of the force.
His service record looks clean.
He was a good cop, married with three kids in Altadena.
Doesn't look like he was living large.
Or that's how he wants it to look.
I got Captain Dixon's bank records.
- You've got a money trail? - No, but he did open a safety-deposit box
at Union Interstate Bank, September 17, 2009.
That's one week after Mason's murder.
And according to his records, he hasn't been back there since.
It's been sitting there untouched for seven years?
It makes you wonder what's inside.
Nick won't have enough for a warrant.
That's okay. We won't need one.
I'll place a call to Dixon posing as the manager of the bank.
Mr. Dixon? Hi, Denise Evans here with Union Interstate.
Unfortunately, I am tasked with notifying you
that the Mid-Wilshire branch is closing.
All clients are strongly urged to gather whatever items
may be stored in the branch's safety-deposit boxes.
Good to see you, Marty.
Anderson? Uh, this is a surprise.
Do you remember me, Captain?
You want to explain what that is?
This?
This is what kept your boyfriend from spending the rest of his life in jail.
Hey, babe? Do you know where my...
No, that won't be necessary.
I'm on my way.
[telephone beeps]
Who was that?
That was Detective Anderson.
She and her partner would like me to come down to the station,
answer a few questions.
Oh.
What did you tell them?
What?
- Babe. - Did you tell them that I killed that cop?
No.
Allie, please.
No, I-- Because I don't know if you killed that cop.
Because I don't know what you did that night at the fire.
Yes, you do. You were there.
You put me in a cab.
Yeah, because you were wasted.
W-What do you think?
That I went out after the club that night and I burned a man alive?
Oh, my God.
I loved you.
- Ethan. - I was gonna marry you.
- Babe? - I gave you everything that I had.
- Listen to me. - I gave you a job.
I gave you a place to live.
- You didn't give me anything. - Because I believed in you!
- I earned that! - I actually cared about you!
- I earned all of this! - You were always thinking
about yourself and protecting yourself.
Yeah, because you sure as hell weren't gonna protect me.
You hired somebody to spy on me, to follow me around!
Yes, and I was right to!
Because you're weak and you are selfish, and you are incapable of thinking
of anything or anyone other than Alice Vaughan.
And I knew that about you, the whole time.
And I still loved you.
[door opens, slams]
What's this?
Steve Mason wasn't murdered.
- What? - He killed himself.
That's his suicide note.
He was struggling to make ends meet. He knew his family would collect
if he was killed in the line of duty, so he set the fire.
How'd you get this?
Through Captain Dixon.
Seven years ago, Mason's widow showed Dixon the note,
said she should burn it, but he kept a copy.
And used it to blackmail her for 10 grand a month.
This note puts you in the clear.
No questions about your record.
And as far as Marty Dixon goes, it's up to our new Chief of Police
to decide how you want to handle it.
You know what this means?
Ethan Ward was innocent.
[elevator bell dings]
What are you doing here?
I owe you an apology.
- You don't owe me anything. - Yes, I do.
I owe you everything.
I came to Los Angeles with nothing,
and you changed my life.
And I was wrong.
About what?
I was recently asked to look into the murder of Detective Mason.
- Come on, Allie. - He killed himself.
What?
Mason left his wife a note.
He set the fire so his family could...
Anyway, the point is...
that I'm so sorry.
Beyond.
And I'm not here to ask you to forgive me.
I'm not here to... ask you for anything.
I just, um, just needed you to know.
Okay.
[string music playing]
You apologized to Ethan? What'd he say?
He said, "Okay."
Just "Okay"?
What else could I expect him to say?
I don't know, "Thank you"?
For what, ruining his life?
You did not ruin his life. You didn't make him a suspect.
He was already under investigation for fraud, graft...
I know.
Ethan Ward was not a good guy.
I guess.
But neither was I.
When Justine gets off the phone, tell her to give this to the FBI.
Tell her to give that to the FBI, too.
Where are his clothes?
He was hot. He is hot.
- Can we keep him? - It's not enough that I have a child?
You have to have one, too?
- Where's he going? - Shh, shh, shh, shh.
You'll wake the baby.
I'm gonna have to wake him anyway when I arrest him.
Arrest him? For what?
The data in his head is government property,
which means I'm gonna have to charge him with theft of classified intel.
You can't charge him. He helped us.
He know who we are. He knows everything about us.
The feds are gonna lock him up either way.
Then let me go. Please.
Troy, I-- I'll talk to the feds.
We'll work out a deal. It's going to be fine.
What if I could tell you where your husband is?
What?
Special Agent Edgar Diaz.
what if I can tell you where he is?
Wait. Your husband is in the FBI?
You know where Eddie is?
I know where he was before he disappeared...
which is a place to start.
Okay.
Now, help me find my husband...
so I can kill him.
How about...
a family dinner?
Mm. You, me, Tessa, and Margot.
- [both laugh] - Just you, me, and Tessa.
I can cook.
Babe, she might enjoy having some time alone
with her dad without her wicked stepmother.
- Have you seen "Cinderella"? - Yeah, that chic was cold.
You are perfect.
I'm really not.
What?
You know that cold case I've been working on?
Mm-hmm.
It brought up some stuff from my past that I haven't told you about.
Like what?
Before I met you, before AVI, I was... different.
Allie, you don't--
I need to tell you this so you don't think I'm hiding anything from you.
There was a man in my life before I met you.
Ethan Ward.
How do you know about Ethan?
I know everything about you.
I thought you understood. Margot and I, we researched you
and your life very carefully.
♪ Now I'm losing sleep ♪
- When you were targeting me. - Yes.
When you were creating Christopher Hall.
He was based on Ethan--
the best parts of Ethan.
♪ I can feel your heart Against my heart ♪
You profiled me.
None of this is really new information.
You saw that I had a type, and then you became that type.
- I was just doing my job. - I know. I know that.
I'm different now. So are you.
♪ I'm in too deep ♪
♪ Now I know ♪
It's gonna be fine. We're gonna be fine.
But I don't think that I can, um...
What can I do?
Just tell me what to do.
-♪ How could this be? ♪ - [doorbell rings]
♪ When we touch, it's a dream ♪
♪ Oh, you're making me delirious ♪
♪ This is serious love ♪
- Hey. - Hi.
♪ Love ♪
Can we talk?
♪ This is serious, Serious love ♪
♪ Love ♪
♪ This is love ♪
[theme music playing]