03x08 - Dark Triad

[bunniefuu]

[WIND WHOOSHING]

[BIRD SCREECHING]

- SONIA: John?
- JOHN: Yeah.

Get out here. I think I can see Mars.

I'll be right out, babe,
I'm just gonna take my insulin.

You better not fall asleep in there.

I don't know.

It might be an alien spaceship.

Or a bug in the lens.

But I seriously think it's Mars.

You coming to have a look?

Babe?

I knew you'd fall asleep.

I knew it.

[EXHALES]

Oh, you're freezing.

Why are you so cold?

John?

Oh, my God.

John?

Wake up!

I'm picturing bachelor pad chic.

Uh-huh.

With a private dojo, obviously.

Obviously.

[LAUGHS]

And, and an entire room
for just your suits.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

I have to see your place.

You will. Next time.

You said that last time.

- Did I?
- Mm-hmm.

[PHONE RINGING]

Oh, I-I got it.

Oh, yeah, it is you.

It's the boss. [CLEARS THROAT]

Kate Barrett.

Apologies for the late hour.

Not a problem, sir. What's going on?

What was the name
of that private negotiator

you worked with
on the Black Dolphin case?

Eric Beaumont.

Yeah. What'd you think of him?

I'd say he does good work. Why?

See if you can get in touch with him.

I need an out-of-house negotiator ASAP.

We got a lead in the Hemmigen case.

I'll see if I can track him down.

Great.

My boss needs you to consult on
a major domestic terrorism case.

Okay.

We have to get to New Jersey right away.

- I'll call my team.
- Great.

Does he know about us?

That's a negative. Does your team?

I don't think it's come up.

Hmm.

- Maxine, I love you.
- Do it, now!

[PHONE RINGING]

[PANTING]

Eric.

ERIC: Oliver. The FBI
needs our help on a case.

Okay.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Just got woken up in the middle
of the night is all.

Where we going?

New Jersey.

Can you call Zara and Cynthia?

I need you guys on the next flight out.

I'll explain the details
when you get there.

Okay.

[SIGHING]

Cri/Res' A-team. Good to have you here.

Hey, Kate. Nice to meet you in person.

You, too, Zara.

- It's good to see you again, Kate.
- Cynthia.

So this is Hemmigen Pharmaceuticals.

The largest supplier of diabetic
insulin in the country.

Three days ago, somebody
poisoned the supply.

It's all over the news. Cyanide, right?

Right. Hemmigen is
testing all their batches.

They've issued a complete recall.

But now there's a massive
insulin shortage

across the country.

Why can't other suppliers
step up to meet the demand?

They have, but there are
million diabetics nationwide,

and Hemmigen supplies
insulin to % of them.

So far, there have been
eight deaths by poisoning

and about , people
have no access to insulin.

Yesterday, an unknown
subject called Hemmigen,

wanting $ million to
stop the insulin murders.

He revealed a batch number that
Hemmigen hadn't tested yet.

Turns out, it was poisoned,
and he claims to know the rest.

Boss, this is the team

from Crisis Resolution.

Guys, Assistant Director Donovan.

Nice to meet you all.
I've heard great things.

Eric Beaumont.
It's good to meet you, sir.

Look, normally we keep
negotiation in-house,

but this unknown subject
is a conspiracy theorist

who doesn't want to deal with the Feds.

We're happy to help in any way we can.

Good, 'cause we're running out of time.

We're getting reports that
ERs across the country

are overflowing with patients
falling into diabetic comas

- from not taking their insulin.
- OLIVER: You're saying

the fear of being poisoned
can actually k*ll people?

Correct. Now, the FDA
is advising diabetics

to get clean insulin
from other suppliers,

but there's not enough for everyone.

The red dots indicate
where poisoned batches

were found, the faces
represent fatalities.

Our victim report rate is accelerating.

How long can diabetics go
without taking their meds?

After hours, there's
vomiting, dehydration,

then they fall into a diabetic coma.

If the coma goes untreated, they can die.

How long till Hemmigen finishes
testing all their batches?

They need three more days.

- We don't have three more days.
- KATE: Which is why

we need you to negotiate
the caller into giving up

the rest of the poisoned batch numbers

in the next hours.

♪

WOMAN [OVER P.A.]:
Attention, Hemmigen employees,

please be aware of increased
security on the premises.

Another death.
That brings the total to ten.

Did you find any pattern to
which batches were poisoned?

No, the batch numbers
are all over the place.

They're seemingly random.

I'm gonna make sure
we're set up for the call.

So, you and Kate, huh?

How long has this been going on?

Are you reading my metrics?

All right, Beaumont.

Good for you, man.

- You guys serious?
- [LAUGHS]: No.

No, not serious at all.

WENDY: Oliver?

Wendy?

[LAUGHS]: What are...
what are you doing here?

I work here.

You're looking at Hemmigen's
VP of risk management.

Eric Beaumont.

Wendy Vaughan. Nice to meet you.

Uh, Wendy and I went

to grad school together.

We were sparring partners
in the psychology department.

Pizza and beer and Lacanian
psychoanalytic theory.

Never met a guy who used
philosophical reinterpretations

of Freudian teachings as foreplay before.

We dated for a bit.

Didn't last. Better off as friends.

So, I understand you're handling
the negotiation, Mr. Beaumont.

As Hemmigen's rep,

- I'd like to be on the call.
- Of course.

Hemmigen is going to do everything it can

to make sure no more innocent people die.

Eric, Oliver, this is Dinesh.

He'll be handling communications.

Hey, the UnSub should be making
contact any minute, yeah.

Okay.

So, Wendy Vaughan, now, huh?

I thought you swore to never get hitched.

I distinctly remember you
saying something about

the institution of marriage

being "a patriarchal stranglehold."

And then I met Peter Vaughan.

Wait, Senator Pete Vaughan?

I'm a politician's wife now.

I know. How very unfeminist of me.

What about you? You got a
lucky lady in your life?

Oh, I'm sorry. I hit a sore spot.

Can I ask what her name is?

Yeah, her name is, uh, Maxine.

We used to work together.

Hmm. You know what they say
about mixing business

- with pleasure.
- [PHONE RINGING]

All right, it's him.

My name's Eric Beaumont,
I'm a negotiator.

Who am I speaking with?

CALLER: I said no Feds.

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]
I assure you, I'm not a Fed.

I used to work at the FBI,

but not anymore. I'm independent.

Waveform match?

Why did you leave?

No, nothing from our database.

ERIC: Why'd I leave the FBI?

g*ns, mainly.

I don't like v*olence.

Oh, I wouldn't go anywhere
without my . .

Only way to protect yourself.

Otherwise, you're in their hands.

Tapping our phones, invading our privacy.

We can't see 'em, but they're there.

How do I know you are
who you say you are?

Because I know all the batch numbers

of all the poisoned insulin.

Well, I'd like to know them, too.

You will after I get my money.

- $ million, cash.
- Cash?

At a drop location of my choosing.

That's a lot of money.

Drop in the bucket for Hemmigen.

They'll pay to protect their image.

They don't care about the victims

unless they affect their bottom line.

We can look into putting
that money together,

but first we need a sign
of your goodwill.

HP- .

You test that batch yet?

KATE: Hemmigen tested it this
morning, and it is poisoned,

but the news isn't public yet.

No. No, we haven't.

You're gonna want to test it.

$ million in cash.

You got a deal.

What the hell, Beaumont?

This is how he works.

- By not negotiating?
- Trust him.

He's got a plan.

I want confirmation from Hemmigen.

This is Wendy Vaughan, Vice
President of Risk Management.

You have my word
that you'll get your money.

But you don't know who
you're dealing with.

Actually, I do.

And Hemmigen will pay.

I'll send coordinates
from an encrypted account,

so don't bother trying to track me down.

Drop the money in four hours.

[PHONE BEEPS]

[KATE CLEARS THROAT]

He's not our guy.

Then why did you agree to give

"not our guy" $ million?

million in Bitcoin
would make sense, but cash?

This is not amateur hour.
This is a mass casualty event.

If the real k*ller wanted money,

they would have threatened m*rder,

not gone through with it.

Whoever's behind this
wants people to die.

So then how do you explain the fact

that he's known some
of the poisoned batch numbers?

I don't know if he's
an accomplice, a piggybacker,

or a useful idiot, but he has
information that we need.

Arranging the drop and then following him

to a second location is our best
chance to track the real k*ller.

And he's right: Hemmigen will pay.

Tell that to the board of directors.

I don't know how I'm gonna
get them to release

that much money in four hours.

Well, do the best you can.

WOMAN [OVER SPEAKER]: Subject
has turned onto a private road.

Eric.

Oh, thanks.

You know, you never, uh,
did answer my question.

About how long it's been going
on between you and Kate.

Couple months.

You know, I didn't mean
what I said about it

not being serious.

So it is serious.

- It's, uh... complicated.
- Hmm.

Subject's car has now stopped.

He's getting out.

Units five and six moving into position.

MAN: [OVER SPEAKER] Six in position.

Well, he got his money. $ million.

How much do you think that weighs?

, pounds.

I looked it up.

You know what, I'm gonna call Wendy.

She's gonna want to see this.

Oh, yeah, good idea.

WOMAN: All units standing by.

MAN: Standing by.

Hmm, voice mail.

WOMAN: He's going inside the cabin.

No sign of anyone else.

[ALARMED CHATTER]

All units, move in.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

DONOVAN: He was k*lled?

Forensics thinks someone cut
the gas line at the cabin.

- Anyone inside?
- It was empty.

So our only lead is dead.

We did manage to I.D. the guy:

Bruce Kaplansky.

He worked at Hemmigen in quality control.

Well, if he had an accomplice,
I want him in here.

All known associates, too.

The cabin blew up? What about the money?

Most of it was destroyed.

How am I supposed to explain
that to the board of directors?

Forensics are scouring
the wreckage for DNA.

They will find out who did this.

Well, at least he can't hurt
any more people.

Whoever blew up that cabin
is the real Insulin k*ller.

- You think Bruce had an accomplice?
- No.

An accomplice would have gotten the money

and then k*lled Bruce.

I think whoever did this

was trying to prevent Bruce
from revealing

what he knew about the poisonings.

Then why not k*ll him before
the call? Why risk the exposure?

Because the k*ller didn't know
who Bruce was until they heard

his voice on the call.

Do you think the k*ller
intercepted the call somehow?

The line was secure. If they
were tapping it, we'd know.

No, I think the k*ller was in this room.

You think the k*ller was here?

They knew about the drop

and had access to Hemmigen's
production floor

at the time of the tampering.

Now, there's only one
person I can think of

who fits that criteria.

Wendy.

Everyone on the call was accounted for

at the time of the drop except for Wendy.

I did try calling her.
It went straight to voice mail.

And she did insist on being on that call.

I think she recognized Bruce's voice.

And she said, "You don't know
who you're dealing with."

She was angry.

Yeah, I don't think she was
talking about Hemmigen.

I think she was talking about herself.

♪

The insulin shortage has led
to mass panic nationwide

as emergency rooms find
themselves overrun with patients

in diabetic ketoacidosis,
a potentially deadly condition.

Drug companies are in a race against time

to meet the demand for insulin.

We're bringing in
everyone Bruce talked to

in the last hours.

I want to talk to Wendy Vaughan.
I think she's involved.

Are you insane?

She's not some disgruntled employee.

She's the VP of risk management.

You have no cause to arrest her.

I don't want to arrest her,
I just want to interview her.

Reason being?

Multiple tampered batches
point to an inside job,

and she has high-level security clearance

that gives her access
to the production floor.

She also happens to be
married to a senator,

who happens to be on the
FBI's oversight committee.

I know it's a big ask.

No, it's more than a big ask.
It's a political minefield.

All I'm thinking about right now
are the , diabetics

who are in desperate need
of safe insulin.

Two more deaths from poisoning
have been reported.

A different batch.

That brings the body count to .

Okay, you can talk to Wendy,
but on one condition.

I will be in the box with you.

- Deal.
- Donovan needs to sign off on it first.

I'm sure he'll love the idea.

ERIC: Pending Donovan's
approval, we're in.

You and Wendy have a history,
so I'm gonna need you in my ear.

I'm still trying to wrap
my head around the idea

that she could actually be the k*ller.

We used to play beer pong together.

Zara, check out Hemmigen's
production floor.

See if you can find a connection
between Wendy and Bruce, please.

Okay, I'm on it.

What do I need to know about her?

Well, she's scary-smart,
competitive as hell.

Her favorite topic of
conversation is herself.

She was fun to spar with.
Life of the party.

But I don't know,
whenever we were together,

we just never really connected.

- And she ended it?
- Yeah.

One day, out of nowhere.

She never told me why.
I never figured it out.

Donovan's on board...

as long as your questions
stick to Hemmigen.

So be careful what you say in there.

Let's do this.

I heard you wanted to see me.

Do you have any news on the k*ller?

Please have a seat.

We just want to make sure
we've covered everything

regarding Hemmigen in this case.

You work in risk management, right?

Wh-What does that entail, exactly?

I identify the possible risks
associated with a product

or with the process used
to develop, manufacture

and distribute it.

That's a massive responsibility.

I oversee a multifaceted
framework that liaises

between corporate compliance,
the business team,

and the legal department.

You must know a lot
about how Hemmigen works,

the ins and outs.

Do you have access
to the production floor?

Yes, of course. Why?

Well, what I'm getting at,
Wendy, is that sometimes

we know things without even
knowing that we know them.

You think I'm involved.

We're just covering all our bases.

How dare you?

Oh, no, we're not
accusing you of anything.

We're just having a conversation here.

This is a national disaster.

The FBI and your little outfit...
Crisis Resolution, is it?

I'm sure you have limited resources,

so why are you wasting
precious time on me?

Someone's getting defensive.

You dated her. I don't see it.

What can I say? It was college.

I also LARPed.

LARPed?

Live-action role-play?

Never mind.

I convinced the board of directors

to release $ million,

only to have that money blown up,

for which I have you to thank.

What did you do after the board meeting?

I called my husband in D.C.

He spent an hour consoling me.

So, if it's an alibi you're after,

check my phone records.

She's making this tragedy all about her.

Exaggerated sense of self-importance.

Self-entitlement.
Wendy's definitely a narcissist.

Eric, ask her about the victims.

I noticed you haven't
mentioned the victims

of the Insulin k*ller.

What's that supposed to mean?

people are dead,
hospitals are full of patients

in diabetic comas.

You don't think that's been on my mind?

It's all I think about.

She's calm, no signs of anxiety.

Well, she's definitely acting upset.

Emphasis on "acting."

Her metrics aren't matching her words.

If she doesn't like being accused,

why doesn't she just leave
or call her husband?

Get a lawyer?

Because she is enjoying this.

She likes the attention.

What are you doing?

Profiling.

Eric, I found a connection
between Bruce and Wendy.

Someone filed a complaint
about Bruce to Wendy

for smoking on the production floor.

You knew Bruce Kaplansky.

Not well.

I understand he was reported to you

for smoking on the production floor.

I find that interesting.

That Bruce was a smoker?

ERIC: That you knew.

Which is why you cut
the gas lines in his cabin

and turned it into a death trap.

Eric, stick to Hemmigen.

I agreed to this meeting
to answer your questions,

not to be accused of m*rder.

The longer we sit here,
the more people die.

Eric.

You two are dating, aren't you?

I wonder what my husband
will have to say about that.

It's a conflict of interest.

Be careful, though, hon. I heard him say

it's not serious between you two.

WOMAN [OVER P.A.]: Please be aware,
because of increased security,

you must keep your passes
with you at all times.

How's it going?

What'd I miss?

Did you dig up anything else on Wendy?

She was on the phone with her husband

for over an hour after the board meeting.

- So her alibi checks out.
- Not necessarily.

She called from her Hemmigen
number, but it was a VoIP call.

- VoIP?
- OLIVER: Voice over IP.

An Internet call.

Service providers don't keep
records of user data,

so the calls are
notoriously hard to trace.

She could've been calling
from her office,

but she also could've been

calling en route to Bruce's cabin.

She's using her husband as a shield.

I found another interesting nugget:

for Hemmigen to save face,

someone's head's gonna have to roll,

most likely the chief operating
officer Clark Mathison.

And guess who's in line for his job.

Wendy Vaughan.

It doesn't surprise me.
Back in grad school,

she had a little nickname:
Wisteria Wendy.

- She was a climber.
- Grades, guys,

and social status...
she did whatever it took

to get whatever she wanted,

and she didn't care who
she hurt along the way.

At first I thought
she was just ambitious,

but now I'm starting
to see something else,

a specific psychological profile.

What kind of profile?

This.

I think Wendy's a Dark Triad.

Someone who presents
with three characteristics:

narcissistic, ego-driven,

psychopathic, lacking empathy,

and Machiavellian, highly manipulative.

Dark Triads are well educated

and they move up fast
in the business world.

So if what you're saying is true,

then we should detain her and
conduct a formal interrogation.

Your typical tactics won't
work with a Dark Triad.

She has no empathy and
her defenses are up.

- What's her weakness?
- She doesn't have any.

Unless you count her competitive streak.

I mean, the girl loves to win.

So let's let her think she's won.

You know, if I could get her on her turf,

where she's in control,
and get her sparring again,

like we did back in grad school,

maybe I could get her
to let something slip.

If you could get her to implicate herself

in the insulin murders,
we could leverage her

to reveal the remaining batches.

Yeah, what exactly are you proposing?

We let Wendy go.

Donovan just approved
getting her in here.

He's not gonna be on board
with letting her go,

especially now... she's a flight risk.

You know as well as I do,
we don't have a lot of time.

This is the best strategy
we have to get her to cr*ck.

I'm really sorry this happened.

They had no right
to question you like that.

I get that they were doing
their due diligence,

but it was humiliating.

To imply that I was somehow involved...

I told Eric it was ridiculous.
I was overruled.

Well, thanks for sticking up
for me, but it's too late.

Hemmigen put me on leave.

- For how long?
- Indefinitely.

All I want to do is stop
this-this monster,

and now I'm not even allowed
back in the building

until the investigation is resolved.

How about a drink?

I'm sure you could
use one right about now.

You know, when I saw you today,

I got to say, it, uh, it was nice.

I've been feeling
pretty rough since things

fell apart with Maxine, and, uh,

seeing you reminded me
of the good old days.

Oliver.

You know what?

A drink is probably not a bad idea.

Why don't you come over
for a glass of wine?

Okay. Let's do it.

Great.

You think Wendy's onto him?

If she's as smart as he says
she is, I wouldn't be surprised.

Donovan was okay with this?

I don't know. I didn't ask him.

I didn't want to take the chance
he'd say no.

And when he finds out?

We incriminate Wendy, it won't matter.

Right.

Your team find any connection

between Wendy and the poisonings?

Not yet.

CYNTHIA: Wendy better be guilty.

I'd feel awful
for snooping in her office.

ZARA: There's no record of Wendy

even setting foot
on the production floor.

So, um...

Eric and Kate, huh?

- Looks like it.
- Interesting.

Interesting that they're together, or...

Interesting that the same employee

swiped in on Hemmigen's
production floor every time

the contaminated batches
were shipped out.

Who?

An employee by the name
of Lisa Mansfield.

Who is Lisa Mansfield?

OLIVER: Wow.

Nice digs. Thanks.

Peter insisted on a gourmet kitchen.

You know me, I can barely fry an egg,

but I lucked out
nabbing a hubby who cooks.

Let me grab something
from the wine cellar.

Eric, she has a toll transponder
in her car.

ERIC: Good eye, Oliver.

Did your people track Wendy's car?

If she drove to Bruce's
cabin, she would've

passed through some highway
tolls; we could prove it.

Her car was parked
at Hemmigen all afternoon.

Peter claims cooking helps him relax,

a concept I will never understand.

If it were up to me, it would be
takeout every night of the week.

OLIVER: Yeah, well, you were the queen

of microwave ramen, back in the day.

Mr. Noodle. You remember.

[CHUCKLES]

To old friends.

To old friends.

Mmm.

Oh, God, I still can't believe
they actually think it was me.

Everyone was on edge

and it got out of hand, that's all.

You're right. Let's talk
about something else.

Hostage negotiation, huh?
Never saw that coming.

Yeah, yeah, I guess
it is kind of different.

But you, you know, I'd always figured

you'd be running your own
private practice by now.

Why Hemmigen?

WENDY: Oh, I was getting an award

at some conference, and Hemmigen

swooped in and wined and dined me.

At the end of the day, their comp

was just too good to turn down.

Of course, who knows
what's next for me there.

Do you know if they have any
new leads or suspects?

I have a theory, actually.

You remember, back in grad
school, a psychological profile

that we studied called the Dark Triad?

Seems like a stretch, no?

You know, Triads want to cause damage

on an epic scale.

What better way than to target
a massive drug company?

Largest supplier of
insulin in the country.

Seriously, Oliver?

How many Dark Triads
have you ever actually met?

I think she's taking the bait.

I'm sorry about
what Wendy overheard me say.

About it not being serious between us.

Don't worry about it.

It's not that serious for me either.

We're just having fun, right?

Right.

OLIVER: You know, th-there is something

that I've been wondering all these years.

What's that?

Why did you ghost on me?

Aw, have you really been

thinking about me all these years?

I mean, you never did give me
a reason why you broke it off.

Well, I guess, after I won
the Brighton Fellowship,

I got too busy for a relationship.

Oh, right, I forgot you won that.

Lucky, I guess. The competition
was pretty stiff.

Yeah, you asked me to lobby for you

because I knew Professor Stanton
on the selection committee,

and I wasn't supposed to,
but I did, and you won,

and then you dumped me the next day.

Yeah, it tracks.

What tracks?

You used me.

Like you're probably using
your senator husband now.

Where's this coming from?

Are you jealous or something?

Did he get you the job at Hemmigen?

Because I looked into you, Wendy.

They didn't wine and dine you.

In fact, you had to apply
for the job three times

before they would even
give you an interview.

What, are you stalking me now?

Only a Triad would have the discipline

to set a long game plan into action.

Stake out a company,

move up the ranks
until they got a position

with a high-level security clearance.

You're playing me.

And not very well.

I knew it the moment
you suggested a drink.

You never were very good at pretending.

You were so happy-go-lucky
in grad school,

but you're different now.

Clearly dealing with
some personal issues.

Is it that Maxine?

She must've really done a number on you.

Don't bring her into this.

She broke up with you, didn't she?

And it crushed you.

Just like you were crushed
when I dumped you.

He's letting things get personal.

Something's wrong.

But to take your petty little grudge

and actually accuse me of this atrocity

is beyond pathetic.

It's sociopathic.

I want you to leave.

Wendy.

What'd you put in my drink?

You can't leave well enough
alone, can you?

[STATICKY]: Don't tell me you
stalked Maxine like this, too.

Oliver.

[BREAKING UP]: Can you hear me? Oliver?

I looked into you, too, you know.

Found a police report about the sh**ting.

[VOICE ECHOING]: What was that like?

Dale! Do it now!

- [g*nsh*t]
- [SHOUTING]

WENDY [ECHOING]: Did Maxine go to jail?

No. No, it wasn't her fault.

It was your fault, wasn't it?

You put her in that terrible position.

Whatever room they walked into
must be jamming the signal.

She's leading him into a trap.

You know, an experience like
that can have lasting effects.

Post-traumatic stress syndrome.

You've got all the signs.

♪

I couldn't protect her.

That's right.
And it destroyed her, didn't it?

She had to k*ll someone to save you.

No wonder she left you.

You made her a m*rder*r.

[g*nsh*t]

No.

She's not a m*rder*r. You are.

I know you did it.

Put the g*n down, Oliver.

Let's talk about this.

We're friends, remember?

[g*nsh*t IN DISTANCE]

Oliver.

[g*n CLICKS]

WENDY: [SHOUTS] Help me!

[PANTING]: I can't believe you sh*t me.

Drop the g*n, Oliver.

- Put the g*n down.
- WENDY: He sh*t me.

He tried to k*ll me.

[MUFFLED]: You released her...
bent my arm to get her in here.

What the hell were you thinking, Barrett?

Don't even get me started about...

NEWS ANCHOR [OVER COMPUTER]: The
shortage of insulin has become acute.

Hospitals are reporting an uptick

in admissions
for diabetic-related symptoms.

State and federal authorities
are encouraging people

not to forgo their insulin
medication out of fear

of contamination.

DONOVAN: I think you're too
distracted by your boyfriend.

I don't want an explanation.

You're off the case
pending a full review.

- Sir, but...
- No. Get out!

[DOOR CLOSES]

What did Donovan say?

About what?

Releasing someone
suspected of mass m*rder

or the fact that one of
your team members sh*t her?

Or maybe you're referring to him learning

that you and I are an item?

Because he addressed all three
topics, quite colorfully.

Okay, I'm sorry.

He's taken me off the case
pending further review.

Look, I'm not blaming you.

Letting Wendy go was my decision.

But I think that this, whatever we are,

might be clouding my judgment.

You said your people
tracked Wendy's transponder,

but did they track her husband's?

I'm not sure.

You're actually asking me
for another favor?

Kate, I will fix all this, I promise.

I can't believe I sh*t her.

Well, thankfully, it's just a graze.

She's gonna be fine.

Thank you.

Your drink was spiked.

Your blood tested
positive for scopolamine,

an odorless, tasteless drug
that makes people vulnerable

to suggestion. Victims have no memory

of what happens to them
when they're on it.

Wendy's pressing charges,
but if she drugged Oliver,

that proves culpability, doesn't it?

Her husband's on the oversight committee.

It'll take more than that
for the FBI to move against her.

Where did the g*n even come from?

It was mine.

I-I got it a couple months ago,
but I never used it, I swear.

Till today.

What were you thinking?

I don't know what's going on with me.

ZARA: What did you guys see
on the button cam feed?

It cut out. We lost the signal.

I'm gonna see if I can get
your cell phone out of evidence.

Maybe there's something on there
that can help us.

I know Wendy's the k*ller.

Oh, we believe you.

But Wendy never set foot
onto the production floor.

There is one employee who was present

when the poisoned batches
were shipped out.

Who?

CYNTHIA: Her name's Lisa Mansfield.

She's the VP of quality control.

Well, let's bring her in.

We can't find her anywhere in the state.

Yeah, that's because Lisa Mansfield

doesn't work at Hemmigen.

She's a paranoid schizophrenic

at the Hillbrook Psychiatric Asylum.

Wendy and I studied her case
in grad school.

Well, Wendy created a fake
employee file for her.

Pay history, security
clearance, the works.

She must have swiped
onto the production floor

as Lisa Mansfield

when she poisoned the batches.

The evidence is incriminating,

but even if the Feds arrest Wendy,

she won't give up the remaining
contaminated batch numbers.

She wants people to die.

There might be another way
to get her to talk.

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.]

Have you come to apologize
for Oliver's behavior?

No, no, I'm here because I have proof

that you created Lisa
Mansfield's employee profile,

which ties you to the insulin tampering.

All that sounds like
is proof that I was framed.

By Bruce, no doubt.

One tip from me, and FBI techs

will be digging into
your electronic fingerprint.

Tracing Lisa Mansfield to you

will be child's play for them.

I don't know who you think you are...

I'm a negotiator,
and I'm here to make a deal.

None of the evidence that I have

needs to come to light.

If you give me
the remaining batch numbers

and you drop the charges against Oliver,

everyone will go their separate ways.

He sh*t me. Do you understand that?

I understand that you have no empathy.

Something tells me that prison
won't suit you very well.

If I gave you these batch numbers

that you seem to think I have,

that would constitute a confession.

Not if they were sent
anonymously to the FBI

from an encrypted e-mail account.

The crisis would be averted,
you'd get promoted,

and no one would be the wiser.

If you've looked into me,
and I'm... I'm sure you have,

you know I'm a man of my word.

And if you're as brilliant
as you think you are,

you know what I'm offering is

your only way out of this.

♪

You know, not a lot of people
can do what I do.

It takes a certain kind of person

to work in risk management.

People have accused me
of lacking empathy,

but the truth is people like me
serve a necessary function.

Do they?

History has proven so.

Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan.

They were the ones
who made tough decisions.

The greatest leaps in human progress

were made by people like us.

Psychopaths, you mean.

I mean leaders.

And we're not gonna sit idly by.

When the asteroid hits
that decimates the population,

we're the ones who will do
what needs to be done.

I have seen a lot
of self-delusion in my time,

but yours takes the cake.

You just wanted those people to die

so you could feel like you mattered.

I'm here to tell you
that you don't matter, Wendy.

And you never will.

The FBI received an anonymous e-mail

listing the remaining
tainted batch numbers.

Hemmigen did a risk assessment
and determined that

the casualty rate is actually higher

if they don't start supplying
insulin than if they do.

So they destroyed the batches on the list

and terminated the recall.

Well, that's great news.

There's still a risk
that some of the batches

out there could be poisoned.

Self-preservation's a powerful motivator.

If Wendy lied,
we'd find out and go after her.

That woman does not want to rot in jail.

Mm, maybe you're right.

She did drop the charges against Oliver.

We're really gonna let
a mass m*rder*r walk.

[SIRENS WAILING]

DONOVAN: Wendy Vaughan, FBI.

- You're being placed under arrest
- Hey!

- for the m*rder of Bruce Kaplansky.
- Get off me.

Don't touch me!
Do you know who my husband is?

Let's go. You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that right,
anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

You knew she'd get arrested.

Well, I knew she k*lled Bruce.

I just needed proof
that she drove to his cabin.

Yeah, but her car was parked at Hemmigen.

Ah, she drove her husband's car.

We tracked it to a toll
road right by the cabin.

Does Kate know you made
a deal with Wendy?

No.

She does not.

Bruce piggybacked on Wendy's plan.

Oh, you think he discovered
the poisoned insulin

in quality control and didn't report it?

He knew that Hemmigen would pay

to contain the thr*at, and they did.

But because Bruce wasn't
part of Wendy's plan,

he became her weak link.

Control freaks like Wendy
are terrible improvisers,

which is why she forgot to
remove the toll transponder

from her husband's car.

CYNTHIA: We still have a problem.

Even though Wendy dropped
the charges against Oliver,

the FBI wants to investigate
the sh**ting.

You guys may have lost the
button cam signal in the van,

but the feed automatically downloaded

to the phone in your pocket.

Check it out.

WENDY [OVER VIDEO]: You can
tell people whatever you want,

but I don't think anyone
will believe you.

OLIVER [OVER VIDEO]:
Wendy, let go of the g*n.

- [g*nsh*t]
- ZARA: She pulled the trigger.

- I didn't sh**t her?
- No.

She sh*t herself.

But why the g*n, Oliver?

After what happened with Maxine,
I just didn't feel safe.

Why didn't you come to us?

We could have talked about it.

Yeah, I knew you wouldn't approve.

I get it, I do.

But in my experience,
the problem with carrying a g*n

is that eventually it will go off.

I think I need help.

We're here for you. Whatever you need.

ERIC: So when's your review happening?

It's not.

Donovan said I'll actually be
getting a commendation.

Oh, congrats. Well deserved.

He also said you gave me full credit

for getting the batch numbers.

How did you get Wendy to spill?

You need a date for this ceremony?

Thought it wasn't serious between us.

Okay, look, I... I said
what I said because

women I've been in relationships with,

bad things happened to
them, because of me.

So you're trying to protect me...

by keeping me at arm's length?

I know it's stupid, but...

Yeah, it's stupid.

So how about, from now on,
you let my safety be my call.

I mean, you did ask out an FBI agent.

Wait, I asked you out?
I distinctly remember you...

Shut up, Beaumont.