Lately, I just feel like everybody has a problem with me.
I mean, my assistant has been weird about working overnight.
She says her dog gets lonely.
Doesn't anyone want to work anymore?
And last week in Hawaii, I...
It's stupid. Never mind.
Sienna, please don't hold back.
You know this isn't regular therapy.
Extreme wealth brings a host of very complex issues.
Your feelings are valid here,
and they are held without judgment. So, please.
So, last week my...
boyfriend and I were on the new yacht--
which is mine, it's not his--
and the stewardess kept calling me Sienna,
and she was addressing him as Mr. Styles.
I mean, it was so passive-aggressive.
It was like she didn't even think
that I deserved to have my own boat.
I was so angry, I...
I didn't even use the waterslide.
I am so sorry, Sienna.
I know you put a lot of time and effort into buying that yacht.
You deserve to feel a little joy on your holiday.
Yeah, well, I didn't.
But it, it does feel good to talk about it.
Let me ask you a question.
Do you think a lion feels guilty
when it catches the biggest zebra?
I think you're suffering from something
I call "shame of abundance."
And I have a few tools
we could use to dig into this, if you're open to it?
Yeah.
Great.
Evan? [sighs] Ooh, something smells good.
I'm making a special dinner.
Mm-hmm. Hey, baby.
[both sigh softly]
Sit down. I have a surprise for you.
Oh, let me get out of my heels first.
♪ ♪
Should we open the Chablis? Or maybe would a red be better?
What do you think?
Mallory, I can't wait another year.
-Oh. -Let's get married.
It's a black opal, your birthstone.
An opal.
That's different.
[laughs] Oh, no. What's wrong?
I just thought we talked about
having more financial stability first.
Baby, you just bought a $2 million apartment.
[sets down ring box]
I'm crushing it at work. I think we're stable.
-But it's not a diamond. -[laughs]
If you don't like the ring, I can get you a new ring.
The ring is not the point.
-The point is, I love you. -[chuckles]
Will you think about it?
[phone buzzing]
[Mal sighs]
I got to take this.
Jason, is everything all right?
No, no, you were right to call.
I would be angry, too.
Sure, sure, no problem.
It's Jason. His new motorcycle just came in,
and it's the wrong color. I have to go talk him down.
-Right now? -[sighs] He's my best client.
He needs me.
[scoffs]
JASON: Shouldn't be that hard
to get a custom color right.
I understand your frustration.
All right, so what, specifically,
is wrong with the color?
Honestly?
Nothing.
The bike's fine.
The problem is the SEC.
They've questioned me twice now.
Someone's been making large, suspicious trades
on my dad's company, which you know
is about to be my company.
They accused me of insider trading.
All right, first of all, let's not panic.
I have had several clients deal with the SEC.
It's not as scary as it seems.
I'm not scared
'cause I didn't do anything wrong.
But today it hit me...
it was you.
The timing of the trades lined up with information
that wasn't public.
Information that you got from our sessions.
-Okay, hold on... -I shared personal stories,
things about my family. I trusted you.
You weren't just my therapist, you were my friend.
I let you into my inner circle. I taught you how to hang glide.
And this whole time you were using me.
My father was right.
You were never one of us,
and you never will be.
I think there's been a misunderstanding...
I'm done talking to you now.
And so are all my friends. I'm telling them all to drop you.
Let me give you some advice for a change--
get a lawyer.
Maybe the SEC will cut you a deal.
COOK: Whiskey down,
two dots and a dash. Run it.
You sure I can't get you something to eat, doll?
Just coffee. Thanks.
COOK: Anybody listening?
Dead plate, let's move.
I'm getting cold feet.
Evan, hey. Um, listen, i-it's gonna be a while.
Jason's not doing well.
COOK: Yardbird and soggy hash, up!
I-I can't really say, but I-I've never seen him this bad
and I need to make sure he doesn't hurt himself.
Yeah, yeah, so don't wait up, okay?
I love you, too. Okay, bye.
-[sighs] -[sensor beeps, door opens]
[door closes]
♪ ♪
You never gave me an answer. Unless that was your answer?
Tonight was so crazy. It made me realize that I need you.
You keep me grounded.
I do want to marry you, Evan.
[both chuckle]
[engine starts]
[Jason screams]
-[crashes] -[water splashes]
NEWSCASTER: Multiple arrests were made yesterday
on the Staten Island waterfront
as several construction managers
pleaded guilty to extortion conspiracy.
-The wide-ranging multistate... -Good morning, Elsbeth.
Captain,
have you heard about this? Is this Kaya's case?
Yes and yes.
Well, tell me, is she okay?
Don't worry, I'm pretty sure she's...
-I'm fine. -[gasps]
But it's nice to know you were thinking about me.
Kaya. [laughs] What are you doing here?
[gasps] Are you coming back to our precinct?
Well, for now. [sighs] My big case ended,
so I'm taking a break from undercover work.
Captain Wagner said it's been busy around here.
You have no idea. It's like every week it's something new.
WAGNER: Which is why I'm here.
Just got word that there's a situation
in the Financial District.
Sounds like a high-profile victim.
Detective Blanke, I'd like you on this.
You can go, too.
-Me? With Kaya? Yay. -[laughs]
-Looks like the band is back together. -KAYA: So...
what's the case?
There was a single-vehicle crash on a motorcycle.
Multiple witnesses saw the guy speed
straight through the intersection.
He hit the barrier, was ejected from the bike.
Both the man and the bike hit the water pretty hard.
He's been ID'd?
Traffic cameras caught the plates.
ID on the body confirms it.
The driver is a Rathbone.
-Rathbone? As in the Rathbones? -Jason Rathbone, 32.
Son of Llewyn Rathbone. I guess the family makes airplanes?
Big ones. And little ones.
Uh, most of the airplanes in the sky, actually.
Any progress on the bike?
It's still at the bottom of the river.
We'll know more once they get it out.
Guy's wife just got here. She's pretty upset.
TESS: It makes no sense.
KAYA: The accident could have been caused
by a mechanical problem,
or your husband may have had a health event on his bike.
No, no, Jason was in perfect health,
and the bike was brand-new. [sniffles]
-Thank you. -Maybe he lost control?
But he was an experienced rider.
Mrs. Rathbone, sometimes these kind of crashes
are intentional.
Is there any chance your husband
could have been struggling with something?
You think he did this on purpose?
That's just one theory. It could be wrong.
Jason had too much to live for.
He-he was about to take over his father's company.
How was his mental state lately?
He'd been stressed,
but he was also motivated.
Although I...
I was in Miami all week. I only got home this morning,
so I guess I don't really know.
Well, who else could speak about Jason's mental state?
I can think of one person.
Oh, God. [sighs] That is tragic
but not entirely unexpected.
What do you mean?
I've been treating Jason Rathbone for several years.
He was a troubled guy.
I just had an emergency session with him last night.
He was very upset,
acting erratically.
I thought I had calmed him down.
If I had known that he was in imminent danger,
I never would have left him alone.
Oh, sure. How could you know?
Other than being his therapist.
Did you make any recent changes to his medication?
Oh, no. [chuckles] I'm not a psychiatrist.
I can't prescribe anything. I'm a wealth therapist.
A what?
A wealth therapist.
I help high-net-worth individuals
navigate the challenges of having money.
Okay, you said he was troubled.
Did you ever refer Jason to a psychiatrist?
I'm the only one that he trusted.
I did what I could with talk therapy, but he had a lot
of personal problems.
Fear of commitment, negative self-talk,
feelings of sexual inadequacy.
Not to mention his legal problems,
but I can't elaborate.
That would violate our confidentiality.
-You might have already crossed that line. -[door closes]
EVAN: What's going on?
MAL: It's Jason.
He took his own life this morning.
Oh, we haven't officially determined that yet.
That's so crazy. You were just there last night.
Sad.
Let me help you with those bags.
-Oh, uh... [chuckles] -I got it.
[Kaya speaking indistinctly]
Did Dr. Mal often go to Jason's house after hours like that?
Sure, if he needed something.
And he always needed something.
Last night he was upset about the color of his new motorcycle.
I don't know. I try not to pry.
Hmm. And how long did she stay at his house?
Uh, let's see... I was working Tokyo hours.
I had a conference call at 11:00.
Mal came home about an hour after that.
-Ooh, champagne. -[Evan laughs]
-You celebrating something? -Yeah, Mal and I
-just got engaged last night. -Last night?
Wow. [chuckles] Congratulations.
All these big things happening all at the same time.
Yeah. Wild.
Uh-huh.
Life is funny that way.
It was so nice to meet you both.
Oh, hold on, it's Officer Reynolds.
Apparently, Jason was on his way
to pick up breakfast before he died.
Egg white omelet with a side of steamed greens.
He'd ordered ahead.
Not much of a last meal. Not that he made it that far.
It just seems unlikely that a person would order a meal,
-then promptly kill himself, doesn't it? -Hmm.
Detective, it's impossible to know with certainty
what another person is going through,
but in my clinical experience,
I wouldn't rule it out.
Your clinical experience talking exclusively to rich people.
Wealthy people are still people.
They have problems, too.
-Mm. -Oh, I'm sure they do.
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
Jason Rathbone had no drugs or alcohol in his system
at the time of the crash. Uh, no sign of heart attack, stroke,
anything that might have caused him to lose control.
-So why did he crash? -Mechanical failure.
Motorcycle had a severed brake line. Clean cut.
Well, this is a homicide, not a suicide.
Most likely, but we shouldn't rule out suicide entirely.
It's rare. I'm just saying that it is possible.
Never know what's going on inside someone's head.
Right. I keep hearing that.
[clears throat]
Hey, Detective Blanke.
-Hmm? -[chuckles]: Hey.
Uh, any special requests for dinner tonight?
I've been working on my cooking skills while you've been gone
and thought I'd make us something fun.
I don't know if I'll be home in time for dinner.
Just got this case.
I'll check in later.
Oh.
Okay.
Everything all right?
Mm-hmm. Yep. Everything's fine.
I think we should figure out who had access to Jason's garage.
-What do you think that is? -TONY: Brake fluid--
motorcycle brake fluid--
and it wasn't there last night.
How can you be sure?
I do a walk-through of the garage
every night before I clock out.
I keep this place hospital clean.
KAYA: And what time did you leave last night?
TONY: 5:00, same as always.
Jason doesn't like staff around in the evenings.
I was home with my family till I came back at 9:00 this morning.
Well, who else besides you and Jason had access to the garage?
I suppose anyone who could get into the house
could've come down here, but
the Rathbones are sticklers about privacy.
They don't even let their housekeeper have a key.
Did you check the cameras?
-We're working on that. -Mm.
What can you tell us about Jason's new motorcycle?
It looked really fancy and superfast, unfortunately.
I know it was working fine yesterday.
It's a Lampi 900, just came in from Italy.
V-quad engine with a twin-turbo boost.
It was a thing of beauty. Breathtaking, really.
And now it's gone.
Yeah, so is Jason.
How'd you feel about him? Were you two close?
TONY: Once I figured him out.
He didn't like me making small talk. Or big talk.
Or eye contact.
Jason was the gearhead, always buying expensive new toys.
That therapist lady egged him on.
Telling him to "grab hold of his power" or something like that.
You mean Dr. Mal?
-Did she ever come down here? -TONY: Sometimes.
I wasn't supposed to make eye contact with her either.
REYNOLDS: Bad news.
Rathbones' security camera was down last night
from 11:25 to 11:36. Power outage.
If someone came in to tamper with Jason's brakes
during that time, we missed 'em.
-Seems convenient. -Not necessarily.
Mrs. Rathbone here was telling me
that the power goes out a lot.
It's an old house. It can't handle our modern amenities.
What kind of amenities?
Uh, the basics: a hot tub, two tanning beds-- his and hers--
and we just had a rooftop sauna installed.
So you're saying Jason might have tripped
the breaker last night?
If he was using the sauna, yes.
But the power doesn't stay out for long.
Our electrician installed some sort of backup thing.
Okay, but wouldn't the cameras show someone
entering the house before the power got cut?
Back door has no camera.
That's odd.
That's Jason.
He took those cameras out.
He told me, "A man has to have some secrets."
I thought he was cheating, not that he'd die.
[crying]
Mrs. Rathbone, why don't you go home and get some rest?
We'll call if we need anything else, okay?
[sniffles]
[Kaya sighs]
Okay, so what do we think?
Lucky coincidence, or this was part of someone's plan?
You know how I feel about coincidences.
Okay, so who had a problem with Jason Rathbone?
Try the whole block. I canvassed the neighbors.
They all said that backup system
was leeching power off city lines.
Any time Jason lost power,
the backup shut off power for the whole street.
That doesn't sound legal.
Or neighborly.
This guy was tied up in lawsuits.
The city was suing him for the illegal power hookup,
Jason was suing the sauna company,
-and his neighbors had all gotten together to sue him. -[phone chimes]
From a legal standpoint, that sounds expensive.
KAYA: Whoa.
Looks like Jason had bigger problems than we thought.
How much do you know about
the Securities and Exchange Commission?
I mean, it's nice having a stadium named after me,
but now I feel this pressure
to go to all the big games,
and I just don't really like sports.
Who do you think's putting that pressure on you?
[knock on door]
Uh, excuse me, we're in the middle of a session here.
Uh, we just have a few questions.
-Tru Rose. -Elsbeth.
[both laugh]
-Fancy meeting you here. -[sighs]
She's the reason I have too much money.
She helped me destroy my husband in the divorce.
Oh, it was the least I could do.
I, uh, used to represent her ex-husband, regrettably.
Well, I think that's enough rich guilt for me today.
See you next week.
I'm so sorry for this disruption.
[laughing]: Wow. Small world.
-Okay. -Please make yourselves at home.
So, what do you want?
I just spoke to an agent at the SEC.
Apparently, Jason was being questioned
about suspicious trades made on his father's company.
Soon to be his company.
Well, they had reason to believe it was insider trading.
Did he mention anything about that to you?
No, but that might explain why he was on edge.
I mean, I could tell that he was holding something back.
What else did they say?
Just that the trades were pretty sophisticated,
you know, made through shell companies
and timed around details that weren't publicly available.
What do you know about the Rathbones' family business?
Nothing. Uh, I mean, Jason and I
only talked about personal stuff.
Wouldn't being investigated by the SEC
count as a personal issue?
It didn't come up.
And even if it did,
my client's conversations were privileged.
I am so fascinated by your line of work.
How did you get into it?
Were you raised in a wealthy family?
I prefer the term "legacy family," and no.
I was a scholarship kid who grew up
surrounded by the children of legacy families.
Must have been hard trying to fit in.
Pretending to be something you're not
can take a lot out of you.
It wasn't hard. I knew deep down that I belonged.
After graduation, my friend's father hired me
to be his personal assistant.
And all that proximity to wealth and power
and all the problems that go along with it--
that's what led me to wealth therapy.
I love my work. It's very rewarding.
-[laughs] In more ways than one. -Oh, yeah.
Says the lady wearing a suit
that cost more than most people's rent.
Oh, no, I'm not judging you.
I don't think you should be ashamed
of having expensive tastes,
but you didn't make your money working for the police, did you?
No, I'm gonna guess that you were at a white-shoe law firm.
Yeah, and I'm gonna assume that was in Chicago
since you know my client's ex-husband
Mr. Van Ness.
And because of your fondness for hats big enough
to withstand a strong wind.
So what prompted your career change?
People change careers all the t-- all the time.
Was it guilt over the money?
No, no, no. It was over what you had to do to earn the money.
I can only imagine the kind of messes
you had to clean up.
But that's not the only reason
you ran away from your life, is it?
No, most people don't rebuild
until something is completely broken.
I didn't see a wedding ring. Divorce?
See, if you were my client,
I'd want to help you unpack all of that.
Your powers of deduction
are very... astute.
I mean, I can only imagine what you're able
to piece together about your clients,
the ups and downs of their businesses.
I would never betray my clients' confidence.
Without it, I have nothing.
[elevator bell dings]
The thing about a good suit is it lasts for years,
so the cost-per-wear...
Elsbeth, it's fine.
Ooh, she really got under your skin, didn't she?
I'm over my divorce. Way over it.
And I don't have anything to feel guilty about.
Of course not. You have worked hard
to make amends for your clients' "messes" in Chicago.
Dr. Mal was just trying to throw you.
Well, it didn't work.
Oh, look. You might still have time
for that dinner with Cameron.
Cagney, Lacey. Get in here.
I got a call from a director at the SEC.
He was poking around for anything in our investigation
that might be of help to them.
You got anything to pass on?
On the insider trading? No, not yet.
We should ask them if they have anything for us.
Well, they're still tracking down
whoever was behind the shell companies,
but they know it wasn't Jason Rathbone.
Why not?
Because they found suspicious trades
from the same source on a dozen different stocks,
companies that Jason had no personal connection to.
Wait. What's the one thing that all CEOs have in common?
Giant boats?
Bingo. Well, money
to buy giant boats, and I hear
wealthy people have problems, too.
JASON [over recording]: My father's been drinking again.
He always gets into it when some deal goes sideways.
I really hate when he drinks.
MAL [over recording]: Could you elaborate?
JASON: He makes me play golf with him.
SIENNA: Insider trading? That's absurd.
My company has the strictest guardrails in place:
blackout periods, information barriers.
There's no chance that an employee
shared proprietary information.
How about someone in your personal life?
I don't talk business with anyone ever.
I talk about travel and restaurants
and streaming crime shows.
Were you seeing a therapist, by chance?
-Excuse me? -You promised not to speak, Ms. Tascioni.
And that information is confidential.
Not if it's relevant to our investigation.
Two other CEOs ensnared in this probe
were seeing the same wealth therapist, Dr. Mallory Haynes,
and it's part of our job to look for patterns.
If you don't mind, I'll conduct the investigation.
[stammers] I don't share business in therapy either.
ELSBETH: Trust me, you don't have
to reveal much for Dr. Mal to discover a lot.
She took one look at my outfit,
spat back a whole Wikipedia page.
Yes, Dr. Mal is brilliant,
but I'm a harder puzzle than you.
We're still untangling my feelings about my nanny.
Hear me out. A few weeks ago,
your company took over a struggling
manufacturing plant in Cincinnati.
The one that made your stock price jump.
I didn't tell her about the purchase.
Do you think I'm an idiot?
Could you perhaps
have mentioned your travel plans?
Not hard for Dr. Mal to... [imitates typing] look up
the relevant information, fill in the blanks,
and... [clicks tongue]
make a few quick trades on the information.
I refuse to believe that she would do that,
and besides, we just started working together.
Four months ago?
How'd you know that?
That's when the flagged transactions began.
KAYA: So far,
six of the CEOs in the SEC probe
were seeing Dr. Mal.
Her whole client list could be affected.
And how does their investigation relate to our homicide?
We think Jason discovered that Dr. Mal
was using information from his therapy sessions
to make illegal trades,
and she had to kill him before he blew the whistle.
Dr. Mal was also a frequent guest at his townhouse,
so she presumably knew how to get in and out.
And Jason's lawsuits
were probably an issue in his therapy,
so she also would have known
about the sauna causing blackouts,
which conveniently took out the security cameras in the garage.
That would have let Dr. Mal cut the brakes
on the motorcycle undetected.
It all kinda fits.
Still finishing each other's sentences.
It warms my heart.
-So you think we have our killer? -No.
"Probably"? "Presumably"?
"Kinda"? It's all circumstantial.
All right, the cut brake line
was essentially the murder weapon,
but there's zero evidence that puts Dr. Mal near the bike.
Got anything else?
Well, Jason's neighbors told me to talk to this guy Fielding,
who was leading the lawsuit against him,
but he keeps avoiding an interview.
Track him down. See what he says.
Let's not get tunnel vision on Dr. Mal.
She just might turn out to be a thief and not a killer.
But there's enough there to interview her again
and to push harder this time.
I thought you were meeting Cameron.
Oh, I have to prep for Dr. Mal.
Did you know she coined her own diagnostic terms?
"Money dysmorphia."
"Sudden wealth disorder."
"Joy paralysis."
Joy Paralysis-- I think I met her in law school.
[chuckles]
Hey, look at this list of exotic workshops.
"Clients travel to the Austrian Alps to heli-ski
through their acrophobia."
How does a scholarship kid
wind up talking the world's richest people
off a literal cliff?
She's been infiltrating their world since high school.
She must be good at telling them what they want to hear.
It's like she created a whole persona
just to earn their trust.
That never ends well.
Were you ever scared... during your case?
Only every single minute.
That must have been hard.
I was everyone's friend,
then I put 'em in jail.
Not that they ever knew it was me,
but still, it changes a person.
Is that why you're avoiding Cameron?
'Cause you feel different?
He's so sweet.
Thinking about him got me through the toughest times.
But now I'm home and...
[sighs]
I think you owe him an honest conversation.
-You have to tell him the truth. -No.
That's what broke up you and Angus.
And also you and Alec.
Well, there are worse things than being alone.
What if I'm not sure what the truth is?
Sometimes talking helps you figure that out.
[groans]
This was so much easier when I was someone else.
Where are you off to?
I have a walk-and-talk at the Ramble in Central Park.
The natural environment fosters a more relaxed state,
which is conducive to sharing difficult emotions,
but being late would stir up issues of abandonment
and defeat the whole purpose.
Mm. Well, this might take a minute.
Well, then make an appointment.
We can do this down at the precinct if you prefer, Doc.
The SEC found a pattern of insider trading
targeting several of your patients,
not just Jason Rathbone.
Are you implying that I made the trades?
Aren't you the one they trust with their secrets?
It could've been overheard by the same hairdresser
or bartender or private plane crew.
The ultra-elite run in the same circles.
One of the impacted CEOs does Zoom sessions with you
from Shanghai.
Another phones in from state prison.
You're the only common denominator.
Wait. You said that the transactions were hidden
by sophisticated shell companies.
I-I don't even know how to make a simple trade. I...
Oh, my God.
-What? -My fiancé Evan--
he's a stockbroker.
What if, what if he was able to access
my patients' proprietary information and traded on it?
You really think he would betray you like that?
And to think...
I was gonna marry him.
[sighs]
ELSBETH: So they arrested her fiancé.
Probably her ex-fiancé by now.
I just talked to the SEC. It's not looking good for Evan.
They just traced the shell companies
back to his personal server,
and notes from Dr. Mal's sessions
were found hidden in his desk.
And we're supposed to believe Dr. Mal was telling the truth?
[scoffs] That's a first.
She broke up with me.
Left the engagement ring
and a nasty note
accusing me of stealing information from her clients.
I was so mad,
I tried to have my lawyer sell the ring back
to cover my legal fees,
but apparently the stone was damaged
and now I'm stuck with it.
Seems like the least of your problems.
But I didn't make those trades. I would never do that to her.
Then why do the shell companies trace back to you?
I have no idea. I mean, maybe
she used my computer and set them up herself.
What about her notes in your desk?
Were those planted, too?
I don't know what to tell you. I mean,
maybe our whole relationship was a setup for this scam.
She'd probably pin the murder on me, too, if she could have.
We checked your alibi,
we know you were at home
on a call with your Tokyo office.
Speaking of that night,
did Mal do anything out of the ordinary?
Did anything seem strange to you?
Well, I don't know if it's strange,
but she, uh, she called me twice.
First to tell me what was going on with Jason
and again to say she was on her way home.
And both times I heard someone shouting in the background.
-Do you think it was Jason? -EVAN: Maybe.
Uh, his voice was kind of guttural.
Couldn't make out the words.
I was surprised Mal was leaving because he still sounded upset,
and it wasn't like her to abandon someone in trouble.
Jason was not a screamer.
If anything, he was conflict-averse.
I was hoping therapy would help him communicate.
Yes, communication is essential.
Uh, well, did it work?
Sure, but he ended up confiding in Dr. Mal.
[scoffs] Not me.
And suddenly she was on our ski trips,
family vacations, staying in our homes around the world.
[stammers] He even let her in here,
which he usually kept private. All for his "therapy."
Sounds like you doubted her methods.
I think my husband had a little crush, and she took advantage.
It was not good for the marriage.
Or him in the end.
These are wonderful, by the way.
Lavender and blueberry. Jason's favorite.
I baked them for him this morning, even though
he's gone. Isn't that silly?
ELSBETH: No. Grief takes many forms.
Very few this delicious. [laughs]
[chuckles]
Ms. Rathbone, did Dr. Mal
have keys to the various residences?
We use electronic fobs. You just pass it over a sensor.
She came and went as she pleased.
She had one to this house?
She was his doctor. He trusted her.
[clears throat]
Hey. What are you still doing here?
Well, you keep avoiding me.
[sighs]
Isn't this a little dramatic? [chuckles]
Kaya, I've been waiting for
a long time, and now you're acting weird.
So what's going on?
Do you want to be with me?
Of course I do.
But it's hard to just
jump back into my old life just like that.
Were you...
seeing someone else when you were undercover?
No.
But Denise Jackson was single.
She didn't answer to anyone.
And she was fun
in ways that maybe I'm not.
Think I'm just having trouble letting her go.
So I'm not fun enough for...
Denise Jackson?
You are. You are just her type.
It's just an adjustment.
Uh, for me, too.
I'm a guy who spends most of his day
hanging out with dead bodies.
-[laughs] -I like the quiet.
You used to like that. Now I don't know what you want.
Okay.
Look, do you plan on staying home for a while
or taking a new assignment?
'Cause...
I'm not sure I can wait like this again.
This isn't the time or place.
We will talk more about this later.
I promise.
You recognize this document?
Yeah. These are the session notes that Evan stole from me.
This is a September 2024 entry
about a patient-- um, name redacted,
of course-- who
"experienced prolonged erectile dysfunction
in the aftermath of SpaceX's failure to launch."
Power of suggestion, I guess.
That was a traumatic event for many high-net-worth men.
What about it?
Well, that rocket didn't blow up until 2025.
So how did your patient react to something
that hadn't happened yet?
What are you implying?
KAYA: That the entry was faked,
then planted. You set Evan up.
Or I made a mistake.
I wrote a new note in an old planner,
or I wrote the date down wrong.
You don't seem like somebody who makes many mistakes.
Or maybe just enough.
My mistake was agreeing to yet another pointless interview.
From now on, we're gonna speak through my attorneys.
I'm not gonna let anyone or anything
destroy the practice that I've worked so very hard to build.
Was Jason Rathbone threatening to destroy it?
You're obsessed with me because there is a divide in your nature
that needs to be solved.
But you are not my patient, and I'm done trying to help you.
I think that's called projection.
Let me know if you need a referral.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a session with the 36th richest man
on the ForbesTop 100 list,
who rightly believes he should be 29th.
Unpacking that injustice will be our work for today.
-[groans] -[knock at door]
Sorry to interrupt. Finally heard back
from that guy Fielding from the neighbor lawsuit.
He's agreed to meet.
Anyone want to join?
When the power went out that night,
I was on the phone with 311, never left the house.
Besides, why would I want to kill him?
Then I'd never get my settlement.
Then why avoid being questioned?
My son got married in Scotland, of all places. I just got back.
Scotland? No way.
Be honest, did you find the food a little heavy?
Adam and Eve on a raft! Sink 'em. Cup o' joe,
high-test! Throw it in the mud!
-Does he always sound like that? -Like what?
Guttural, hard to understand?
That's how Evan described the voice in the background
of his calls from Dr. Mal.
So she was here?
Do you remember the power outage last week?
Who could forget?
Do you recall seeing this woman?
Oh, yeah. She came in twice.
First time for a cup of coffee.
Second time when the lights came back.
She had something on her hands,
and she went straight to the ladies' room.
She used all the soap and paper towels
and didn't even order anything.
What do you suppose was on her hands?
COOK: Burn one! Drag it through the garden,
paint it red! Put it on the hoof!
It's just an object, Alan.
Sacrifice what you value, find your own value.
Smash your fears. Okay.
And three.
Two. One.
ELSBETH: Stop!
-Stop! -[Mal sighs]
Step away from the vase.
KAYA: Okay, everyone except Dr. Mal, clear the room, please.
Sorry, guys. We'll resume next week.
Everyone, bring something priceless to destroy.
You need to stop interrupting my sessions.
My clients rely on me.
And you've been relying on them to get rich.
We know about the stock trades, Dr. Mal.
Oh, you are very good at that.
Uh, too good, which is what caught the attention--
ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,
ding, ding, ding--
of the SEC.
When Jason got wind of their investigation,
he realized it was you.
After he confronted you, you got rid of him.
That is insane, and I mean that clinically.
ELSBETH: Okay.
Let's unpack it, then.
Um, we know you had the key fob to Jason's townhouse.
And you must have known about Jason taking out
the back camera for privacy,
so all you had to do was... [whistles, clicks tongue]
slip in and turn on the sauna.
Which you knew would cause a blackout.
And with the power out, you had enough time
to clip Jason's brakes before the backup system kicked in
and the cameras came on again.
MAL [scoffs]: I am not hearing any proof
of anything.
KAYA: Oh, keep listening.
After you broke up with Evan...
Because you tried to frame him.
He tried to return your engagement ring,
but he couldn't because it was damaged.
-So? -So he gave it to us.
Remember how you called Evan from the diner
near Jason's townhouse that night? Twice?
[guttural voice]: "Cup o' joe, high-test. Throw it in the mud."
[regular voice]: Does that sound familiar?
The owner remembers you.
She said the second time you came in,
you used all of their paper towels washing your hands.
Why? Officer Reynolds?
The lab examined your engagement ring.
We found out what damaged the stone.
Brake fluid.
The same kind we found on the floor of Jason's garage.
Now, black opal is beautiful,
but it's not very durable.
You know what? It's strange that Evan didn't give you a diamond.
Mallory Haynes, you're under arrest
for the murder of Jason Rathbone.
What I can't understand is why.
You made plenty of money as a therapist.
What's "plenty of money" when you're surrounded by people
with fortunes?
Oh, I don't know. Enough?
ELSBETH: So how did Cameron take it?
All in all, pretty well.
Maybe too well?
I mean, I always like a little pushback, you know?
-Some primal wailing. -[laughs]
But what's he supposed to do?
I can't commit to anything.
It's not fair to him.
Well, it must be hard to be the one left behind.
I'm sure it wasn't easy for you either.
[sighs] It wasn't.
The whole time I was undercover,
I felt like I was holding my breath,
and I still just haven't let it go.
You know, there are people you can talk to in the department.
I mean, their whole job is to help you transition back home.
Elsbeth, are you really suggesting
-I see a therapist right now? -Oh.
[both laugh]
[sighs]
I just want you to feel better.
[sighs]
KAYA: Ooh, the new season of Black Veilis out.
The Golden Years Edition? With Marie Drabowski?
[squeals] Yeah.
Oh, I hope she can find love,
but she probably killed her husband, too.
You know, those Staten Island wives are no joke.
-[laughs] Oh. -[laughs]
-[meows] -Gonzo.
-Yeah, good girl. -[squeals]
[Elsbeth chuckles]
Right now this is exactly what I need.
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