03x12 - Playing God

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♪

RECEPTIONIST: Branch Genetics.
How can I help you?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Morning. Thank you.

ERIC: I am prepared to go as high as %.

But I need you to guarantee that this

can happen tonight, : .

WOMAN [OVER PHONE]: Stay on the line.

Fine. You have a deal.

Your table will be ready
at : p.m. sharp.

Thank God.

I've been trying to get a reservation

in that restaurant for months.

Apparently, they have the best
tuna tartare in the city.

Well, let's hope so, 'cause now
we're on the hook for a % tip.

[PHONE RINGING]

Emergency line.

Crisis Resolution, Eric Beaumont.

JENNY [OVER PHONE]:
Hi, my name's, uh, Jenny Moran.

I'm Malcolm Raskin's executive assistant,

the, uh, CEO here at Branch Genetics.

- Branch Genetics?
- They have us on retainer.

No, I assure you, that
is not what we're about here.

JENNY: Uh, Mr. Raskin
is on a call with someone

who is claiming to have planted a b*mb

in one of our offices across the U.S.

Okay, Jenny... uh, patch me to that call

and stay on the line, please.

If you would just hear me out, I could...

BOMBER [DISTORTED]:
I will not hear you out.

Your company has interrupted
the order of things,

the way things are supposed to be.

Hello, this is Eric Beaumont
with Crisis Resolution.

How can we help you get what you need?

BOMBER: What I need

is for Branch Genetics
to stop playing God.

Listen to me, sir.
I know you're angry, but...

BOMBER: I'm not angry. Anger is a prison.

Okay, whoever this is, he's past
the point of no return.

We need to evacuate
every Branch Genetics location

across North America right now.

Uh, get on with the assistant.

♪

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

[ALARM RINGING]

There was an expl*si*n in the lobby.

BOMBER: And Mr. Raskin?

You can expect another one at : p.m.

♪

[DOOR BELLS JINGLE] Hi. Excuse me.

Hi. I'm looking for Tyler. He works here.

- And you are?
- His sister.

- I'll get him.
- Thanks.

Tyler, your sister's upstairs.

I will get rid of her.

Hey, what's up?

- Hey. You forgot something.
- [SIGHS]

Thanks. You didn't
have to come all this way.

[CHUCKLES]: Well, somebody's
got to make sure you eat.

So how's the day?

Just learning how to make croissants.

Oh, good.

I'll expect fresh ones
at the house every morning.

[PHONE RINGING]

Uh, take this.

Hi, Eric.

ERIC: We have a case in Philadelphia.

- I need you there now.
- Sure, right away.

Work?

Afraid so.

I got to get back to it, too.

Okay.

Fresh.

[CHUCKLES]

Thank you.

Good luck.

Thanks. See you soon.

Security set up a joint
terrorism task force.

They're monitoring all incoming
communication and investigating

our other locations
across North America.

And the expl*sive?

b*mb squad determined it was
delivered inside a package,

uh, set to detonate with a timer.

And did they trace the package
to a courier company?

Yes, but there was no delivery scheduled

- for Branch Genetics today.
- Ah.

So that tells us the courier
was also likely the bomber.

That's what the police are saying.

Has Branch Genetics ever
received threats before?

All the time.

Usually by religious extremists
and the misinformed

who believe we experiment with genetics.

Cloning, eugenics,

creating the next "super species."

So in other words,
they think you're "playing God."

Exactly.

But-but we don't.

We offer two services: Legacy,
where customers submit saliva

so we can trace their family tree,

and Health, where we profile
an individual's genetic makeup.

We're aware the receptionist
was k*lled in the blast,

but there was a witness
who survived the bombing.

Brit Lawler.

Police think she may have gotten
a glimpse of the bomber.

Except doctors say the blast left her

with, uh, traumatic memory impairment.

She's drawing a blank.

Our officers talked to her already.

Uh, we understand,
Agent Jackson, but my colleague

happens to be an expert in
the field of memory retrieval.

So, you what? Negotiate memories
back into people's head?

You know, that's really funny, but no.

I'm a profiler.

No offense, but I'm not a fan.

Worked with dozens of
profilers over my career,

haven't found them much use.

Look, we all want the same thing here,

to get in touch with the bomber.

And when we do,
you're gonna need a negotiator.

Oliver's a trained psychologist,

helped save a lot of lives
doing what he does.

Now, whether or not
you approve of his methods,

his record is indisputable.

You find anything, keep me in the loop.

I can barely remember anything
after waking up this morning.

The police say that you may
have seen the delivery driver.

A courier?

It's possible, but I-I have no idea.

Listen, I know she's the only witness,

but she's spoken to doctors, police...

Uh, we understand that, Dan,
but with the bomber promising

another att*ck at : ,
we have to move fast.

It's okay, Dad.

The doctor said I was lucky
I wasn't hurt worse.

Why don't you go get
a coffee or something?

Thanks.

Brit, um, why were you
at Branch Genetics this morning?

Honestly, I don't know.

I've never been there before.

Can you recall anything?
Your state of mind

when you left the house?

What you had for breakfast?

Okay, j... uh, just
try to focus for a second...

- I am trying.
- Okay, Eric, can I have the room?

[QUIETLY]: Of course.

Okay. Brit, we're gonna attempt

a little therapeutic exercise to
try and stimulate your memory.

Now, I don't want you to actively try

to remember anything,
I just want you to listen. Okay?

Okay, good. Now close your eyes.

[CLEARS THROAT]

You're in your bed. It's morning.

Feel the mattress beneath you
and the blanket on top of you.

Now your alarm goes off and you wake up.

- [ALARM BEEPING]
- Maybe you get something to eat,

get dressed, leave the house.

It's a normal day, so you're not rushing.

And you step outside.

The traffic is loud,

but it quiets down as you arrive

at Branch Genetics.

You walk towards the lobby.

You open the door, step inside...

No.

A flash of light.

Please stop.

A loud noise, like thunder.

[GASPS]

I was picking something up.

ERIC: Anything?

She's being prepped for release.

She can't recall what, but Brit believes

she went to Branch Genetics
to pick something up.

Check to see if you can find
a connection between Brit...

Between Brit
and Branch Genetics. I'm on it.

You know, something else
the bomber said struck me.

"Anger is a prison." I don't
know, it sounded stilted, rote,

like he was reciting
or preaching or something.

Brit is still our best bet
of identifying the bomber.

Okay, well, why don't I see
if she'll let me take her home?

Recreating her daily routine may allow

for pieces of her memory
to fall into place.

That stilted statement our bomber gave?

It's actually part of a mantra belonging

to an anger management
self-help group here in Philly.

Eastside Anger Management.

Sounds like a good place to start.

ERIC: He said, "Anger is a prison."

"A prison I no longer need
to incarcerate myself in,

"for I have given myself permission

to know what lies beneath it."

That's the whole thing.

Do any of your members

have experience with
or access to expl*sives?

Can you give us a name?

[EXHALES]

Eastside Anger Management is made up

of men who have been
court-ordered to attend.

Most of these guys' problems stem from

lack of self-confidence and trust issues.

Everything that happens here
is confidential.

The bomber said there's gonna be

another expl*si*n today.

How are you going to feel if it turns out

you could've prevented it?

Name's Jed Lincoln.

Got fired from his last job
for threatening his boss.

Judge sent him here.

What was his job?

Demolition.

CYNTHIA: So he's trained in expl*sives.

Brit does a good job
of keeping the place tidy.

[CHUCKLES]

Lord knows I'm not much help.

How long have you lived with your dad?

Um, since my mom d*ed
about a year ago. Mm.

The last thing she said to me
before she passed

was to take care of him

- if she wasn't around.
- And she has.

So, what do we do?

Something called immersion therapy.

We're gonna walk you through
your normal daily routine

and hopefully it'll trigger
your memory and allow you

to form a picture of the courier
you might've seen.

And if you want to stop or need anything,

- I'll be right here for you, sweetheart.
- Thank you.

Okay, so let's start with
when you wake up in the morning.

I wake up at the same time every day.

: .

I...

get up...

and...

I do yoga.

[EXHALES]

Which always makes me feel good.

Um...

I take a shower.

And then...

I get dressed.

And then, then I eat my morning toast.

- Over the sink.
- It's a time-saver.

OLIVER: Well,
it looks like you were on track

up until this point.

Then I head to the front door where I get

my transit pass so I can take the bus.

This transit pass?

Brit, if you didn't take
the bus this morning,

how did you get to Branch Genetics?

Sometimes I take a rideshare, but...

I did.

- I took a rideshare this morning.
- Okay, great.

What else?

I usually have about ten minutes
before the bus comes,

so I just hang out here
and check my e-mails.

And did you check 'em this morning?

[GASPING]

[SOBBING SOFTLY]

[WHIMPERS]

- Brit, what is it?
- No.

- Do-do you remember something?
- Take a breath, honey.

No.

[SOBBING]: You need to leave now.

- Brit?
- Brit.

- OLIVER: What do you remember, Brit?
- I'm sorry, Mr. Yates.

My daughter's already been

through enough today.

Brit? Honey.

♪

[ENGINE STARTS]

She kicked you out?

Right after she remembered something.

Her reaction was different, though.

It was more sadness than fear.

I think she recalled something

that happened before the bombing.

Why wouldn't she tell you what it was?

Well, Agent Jackson wanted
to be kept in the loop,

- so you better let her know.
- I already did.

I ran the name Jed Lincoln
and spoke to his boss.

He called in sick this morning.

I just tried to reach him, but no luck.

OLIVER: So that could have been him

in the pickup truck outside Brit's house.

Demolition expert
with anger issues and no alibi.

That guy has a lot stacked against him.

Well, if he's our bomber
and was court-ordered

to anger management,
he won't risk missing a meeting.

ZARA: Brit Lawler says
she was in your lobby

this morning to pick something up.

Was she a customer?

Possibly.

Client base sits at about
million worldwide.

You have the means to find out, though.

Our privacy policy is strict.

As CEO, I'm the last person
who can afford to breach it.

Given what another bombing would
do to your company, Mr. Raskin,

you're the last person
who could afford not to.

One of your employees d*ed today.

[TYPING]

Eight months ago, Brit Lawler,

her mother Linda, and father Dan...

all purchased
the Legacy + Health package.

- You have the results?
- [EXHALES]

Jenny, I just, uh, sent the Lawler file

- to the printer... can you bring it in?
- The bomber said

the next att*ck would happen
at : p.m. today.

- Do you have any idea why?
- No.

The police reviewed
our corporate calendar,

pretty standard meetings.

Our shareholders' annual is next month.

If the bomber wanted to make a statement,

that would be the place.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Oh, my God.
- What is it?

I have to go.

Brit and her family were all
customers of Branch Genetics.

Brit's mother had the HTT gene.

It's responsible for
the inevitable development

of Huntington's Disease;
there isn't a cure.

But there's more. Keep reading.

Brit has it, too.

That could be what she remembered

when she kicked me out...

her diagnosis.

Okay, um, there may be a way

that I can still get her to cooperate.

All right, get on it.
We'll check out Jed.

Got your message about
a possible sighting

of the bomber outside Brit's house.

Yeah, we thought it might be him

trying to silence the only witness.

I gave a description of
the vehicle to your team.

Good. Forensics say
the b*mb was likely homemade,

a crude device.

Parts are generic,
but we're trying to trace them.

Can I see that?

We're gonna take another run at Brit.

She's fragile, but I think
pieces of her memory

- are starting to come back.
- Great. I'll come with.

Well, I don't know if
that's the best idea.

I didn't know you were calling
the sh*ts, Mr. Profiler.

Consider me put in my place.

Hey, Jed, um...

can I have a minute?

Yeah, what's up, Harry?

Some people are here
who want to talk to you.

Just, um, stay calm.

Jed Lincoln? Eric Beaumont.

This is my colleague Cynthia Walker.

I take it you heard about the bombing

at Branch Genetics this morning.

I had nothing to do with that.

Oh, we didn't insinuate that you did.

Harry, what's this about?

Jed, take a breath. Remember,

anger is a secondary emotion.

It's what we use to protect ourselves

from our primary feelings.

We're working with a witness
who was caught in the blast.

Someone who may be able
to identify the bomber.

Brit Lawler is her name.

Brit? Is she all right?

You know her?

We dated for a while.

That's all.

The bomber used a phrase connected with

Eastside Anger Management.

Brit was at Branch Genetics
when the b*mb went off.

The fact that you two dated
is a pretty big coincidence.

And you split up.

Brit had a tough year
with her mother passing.

I did my best to help her.

At the end, she said
she didn't want to be

close to anyone anymore.

How'd that make you feel?

You mean, did it make me angry? No.

I gave her what she asked for... space.

But you still have feelings for her.

I don't got to talk to you.

- I'm done with this.
- HARRY: Jed.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Truck matches Oliver's description.

He was outside Brit's house this morning.

I'll let Oliver and Zara know
Brit and Jed were dating.

Hey, Dan, is Brit still here?

Uh, she's not doing so well.
She-she won't want to talk.

Then I'll need Brit
to tell me that herself, sir.

Thank you.

Brit.

Hey, how you doing?

I'll be fine.

And I'm sorry about before,
but I prefer to be alone.

Thank you for understanding.

Listen, Brit, we know you're scared,

and it's not just because of the b*mb.

We know you inherited
the HTT gene from your mother.

And we're sorry.

I know I should have reminded you,

but when you woke up in the hospital,

you were scared and relieved.

Hopeful, even.

It's been a long time since
I've seen you like that.

My mom jumped at the chance
to find out what made her her.

To find out where she came from.

But when she took the test,

she found out she was destined
to die from Huntington's.

Do you know what the disease does to you?

Before the physical symptoms show up,

you get depressed.

You just lose hope.

Worst of all, you lose
the ability to feel emotion.

You become a husk.

But Huntington's didn't take my mom.

Brit, you don't have to talk about this.

Three months after she was

- diagnosed...
- Honey.

...she hung herself.

Enough, please.

I can't...

Uh...

Hey, Dan,

um, why don't we take a walk?

I could use some fresh air myself.

Look, Brit, I know all you feel
right now is despair,

but when you talked to me
about your morning routine,

you described how happy
yoga made you feel.

Now, if you let me help you
retrieve your memories,

we might be able
to get you back to a place

where you can feel that again.

Okay.

So this morning we tried
immersion therapy

with some success.

Sometimes doing the opposite can also

trigger memories.

How do I do that?

With a therapeutic technique
called "Fly on the Wall."

Close your eyes and you remove
yourself from your experience,

like, you're outside
of your body looking down

on yourself, kind of like
a fly on the wall would see you.

Trust him. He's been right so far.

Don't let it go to your head.

It's just not right, you know?

I mean, nobody deserves
a disease like this,

but for it to happen to Brit is...

- It's not fair.
- Exactly.

Huntington's takes time
before it's debilitating.

You still have a lot of years
with your daughter.

Years that were almost stolen
from us this morning.

OLIVER: You usually take a bus to work,

but today

you took a rideshare.

As a fly on the wall, can you see why?

[PHONE RINGING]

[GASPS]

I got a call.

From who?

I don't know.

- [PHONE CHIMES]
- Just, uh, hold on.

_

What can you tell us about your
relationship to Jed Lincoln?

What does he have to do with anything?

Maybe nothing. We're just curious.

How did you two meet?

[GASPING]: No!

Okay, Brit, it's okay. I'm right here.

I can't do this! I can't do this!

I think she's reliving
the trauma of the bombings

with both of us in the room.

Understood. I'll get out of your hair,

but let me know if she says
anything else. Good luck.

Brit, it's okay.
Just, uh, take a deep breath.

You didn't want to talk because, because

of the police officer.

It was me.

What was you?

I built the bombs.

[SPEAKING FRENCH CANADIAN]

Police! Police! Put your hands up!

[SHOUTING IN FRENCH CANADIAN]

[SHOUTING CONTINUES]

[SIRENS WAILING]

You got it, right?

The laptop... you grabbed it, right?

Yeah, of course.

BRIT: This is where I did it.

All of this was on the list
Agent Jackson gave us.

You remember building the bombs?

Well, not specifically, but I
definitely remember holding it,

and I knew where this place was, so...

Why, Brit? Why... why would you do this?

I don't know.

CYNTHIA: If you knew
the b*mb was going off,

why would you go there?

I guess I had a change of heart,
I didn't want anyone to die?

Well, if you don't want
anyone else to die,

tell us where the next att*ck
is gonna happen.

I don't remember. I'm so sorry.

Brit, I got to say I'm having
a hard time buying this.

I can't believe it either,
but I had the b*mb in my hands.

I know it.

Well, you definitely had help.

We were talking to the bomber

when the expl*si*n happened,
and they continued talking

after the blast. Meanwhile,
you were found unconscious.

So if you don't remember where

the next att*ck is, your partner will.

With all signs of that pointing
at your ex-boyfriend Jed.

Why would he do this?

You know, it's clear that Jed
still has feelings for you.

If you can help lure him out,
we can work on him

to give us the location
of the next att*ck.

Okay, come on.

Search the house.
See if you can find anything

that might give us an
insight into Brit's motive.

Okay.

It could tell us where
the next att*ck's gonna happen.

Okay.

Look at this.

Someone broke in here.

You know, I feel for Brit,

but there is no excuse
for taking another human life.

Um...

Cynthia, I'm sorry,
I did not mean it like...

It's okay.

My brother didn't mean
to k*ll our foster father,

though they made him
pay for it like he did.

Wait a second. What is it?

Brit's mom was tested by Branch Genetics

- eight months ago, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Two weeks after she was tested,

her health insurance was canceled.

Because of her Huntington's diagnosis?

No, it couldn't have been.

Brit's mom received the results
from Branch Genetics...

after her health insurance was canceled.

Which means the insurance
company wouldn't have even known

about her genetic disorder yet,

so why cancel her coverage?

Unless someone else told them.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

ERIC [OVER COMMS]: Brit, we know
you don't remember if Jed

is involved, but you need
to play it like you know he was.

We just need Jed to tell us the
location of the next bombing.

Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay.

He's here.

Brit, are you okay?

I'm fine, Jed. Listen...

You shouldn't have gone there
this morning.

You could've been k*lled.

I was trying to stop us
from making a huge mistake.

Us?

I don't want to take any more lives.

What are you talking about?
You're not involved.

No, Jed, please just tell me
where we were setting

the next b*mb off so I can stop it.

You're setting me up.

No, Jed, please, stop.

Get out of my way,

- or I'm gonna...
- Or what? What are you gonna do?

You're gonna thr*aten to k*ll us?

Like you threatened your old boss?

You know, you work in demolition,

you know expl*sives.

You're court-ordered
to attend anger management,

the bomber used Eastside

Anger Management's mantra in the att*ck.

- [PHONE CHIMES]
- Not to mention you were staking out

Brit's house this morning. Why, Jed?

Brit, tell them this wasn't me.

BRIT: I'm sorry.

I can't remember.

JED: I didn't do this.

But you know who did.

No, I don't know anything.

I just found out that your mom's
health insurance was canceled

a month before Branch Genetics
diagnosed her with HTT.

Well, don't you find it strange

that she had coverage her whole
life, and then right before

receiving her terminal
diagnosis, she loses it?

What are you saying?

Well, that if you believed
Branch Genetics sold

your mother's genetic report
to her health insurance company,

you would have a very clear
motive to b*mb them.

- She didn't do it!
- Now, she's confessed.

All we needed was motive
and now we have it.

So if you really care about her,

you better tell us
what you know now right now,

or she's going to prison
for the rest of her life.

It was Dan.

My father?

JED: Yeah.

Oh, my God.

I remember.

My dad bought the
genetics test for my mom

as a birthday present.

DAN: Happy birthday, sweetheart.

[LAUGHING]: I know it's what you wanted.

[PHONE CAMERA CLICKS]

BRIT: But after she was diagnosed

and took her own life...

he went into a grief spiral.

He blamed Branch Genetics
for my mom's death.

I told him that was ridiculous,
it wasn't their fault, but...

he wouldn't listen.

He was ordered to attend
anger management,

where he met Jed.

Where I met Jed.

Her dad needed a job.

So I figured it would
impress her if I got him one.

I got him doing grunt work at my company.

He was really curious about expl*sives.

Always asking questions and stuff.

I remember I was just

about to leave the house this morning

to go to work when Jed called.

He said someone had stolen
expl*sive materials

from his work.

He had a feeling it was my dad.

And then what I found
in the garage confirmed

Jed's suspicions.

I wasn't at Branch Genetics
to pick something up.

I was there trying to stop the bombing.

JED: Look, I thought if I said something,

I'd be implicated as an accessory.

I went to the house to confront Dan,

but you guys were there so I couldn't.

If your father knows Branch Genetics sold

customer info to the insurance company

that dropped your mother's coverage...

Then the health insurance
company seems like

the next logical target.

Get ahold of Special Agent Jackson.

We need to find your father.

I told you you could look forward

to another expl*si*n today.

Right?

Drive.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hey, Zara, what's up?

ZARA: We contacted the
health insurance company.

All of their top execs are
at a business retreat today.

Sounds like the perfect
opportunity to take revenge.

Guess what time the presentation

on preexisting conditions starts.

: .

Exactly when the bomber said
the next att*ck would happen.

Zara, where's this retreat being held?

I'll text you the address.

Get out of the car
and bring the bag with you.

Which brings us
to the thorny issue of coverage

for preexisting conditions
and chronic diseases, which...

- excuse me, what's going...
- [sh**t g*n]

[SCREAMING]

As you can see,

- Mr. Raskin here...
- Oh, please, please, please...

is holding a b*mb which will
go off when I push this button.

- If anyone moves...
- Mr. Lawler, please...

Shut up.

WOMAN: Okay. Okay. Be calm. Okay.

You've all been playing God

for too long.

The woman you're looking at is...

was...

the love of my life.

She d*ed last year. Coroners ruled it

a su1c1de. It wasn't.

It was m*rder,
and every single one of you

m*rder*d her.

She hung herself
because she didn't want me

selling off our house
to pay for treatment.

The house we were supposed

to grow old in together.

And I wouldn't have had to

if you heartless monsters didn't
cancel her health insurance.

That data gets used for research

- to find cures for diseases...
- Stop.

You sold it to insurance companies

to make profit.

You knew exactly how they were
gonna use the information.

Once all of you are dead

and the press asks why this happened,

then the world will find out
what you did, and this will

never happen again.

BRIT: Dad.

Brit.

Get out of here.

Dad, please put the g*n down.

I-I can't lose you, too.

Not now. Not after
everything else we've lost.

They m*rder*d your mother.

This is necessary.

[QUIETLY]: Okay.

ERIC: Dan, I-I know you want revenge.

But if you want the world
to know Branch Genetics

sells customer info
to insurance companies,

you-you don't have to k*ll them.

Malcolm can make a statement.

The value of the company will plummet.

That won't stop them. I have to do this!

- MAN: Freeze!
- Hey! Hey!

- WOMAN: Get down!
- If they come any closer,

- I'm gonna blow us all up!
- JACKSON: We can take it from here,

- Mr. Beaumont.
- Okay, Shay, please.

You asked Brit to trust me.

I'm gonna need you to do the same.

Dan, listen to me.

You think this is the only way,

but that's because you feel powerless.

You felt that way after
your wife was diagnosed,

after she k*lled herself, and again

after your daughter was diagnosed.

Feeling powerless made you angry.

Anger is a secondary feeling, Dan.

A cover-up emotion that's masking

what's really driving you. Guilt.

Your anger's blocking
you from seeing that

you blame yourself for buying your wife

that genetic test.

I don't want you to get sick.

I... I know, Dad, please!

Please, don't!

OLIVER: Brit said,

one of the things your wife
asked her to do before she d*ed

was to take care of you.

You k*ll yourself, you, you blow
these people up, then

she failed.

You've already k*lled one person.

And you nearly k*lled
your own daughter today.

Put down the detonator and the g*n, Dan.

Don't... don't
make your daughter a failure.

[SIGHS]

DAN: I'm sorry.

I love you, Dad!

I love you, too. Brit, come on.

- Come on, come on, it's okay.
- Oh... no!

No.

[GRUNTS]

MAN: Yeah, we got him, we got him.

MAN : All right, we're clear.

[SOBBING]

All right, bring in the b*mb squad.

[PANTING]

We spoke to Malcolm.

And he's pressuring the
health insurance companies

to rescind their cancellations.

I won't hold my breath.

Hey, Brit, I wanted to show you this.

There's a lot of different
research projects

looking for a cure for Huntington's.

I know it feels
like a slim chance, but, uh,

it's reason to hope.

Brit, I made some soup. You should eat.

You haven't all day.

Yeah, it's a good idea,

- and, uh, we should be going.
- Yeah.

- Take care, Brit.
- Thank you.

Jed.

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

Wanted to thank you guys, Philly style,

with a cheesesteak.

Oh, uh, well, you...

You know, I would love to, um,

but I have some other... business

to attend to.

Guess it's just us, then.
What do you say?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

So, where does one get the best
Philly cheesesteak in town?

First of all, it's just cheesesteak.

"Philly's" a given.

You have a lot of learn, Mr. Profiler.

Don't ever call me that.

TYLER: So... how was Philadelphia?

CYNTHIA: I barely saw any of it.

You know, this job just made me realize

how lucky we are.

How so?

Well, families that have been through

what you and I have been through?

Second chances at a future
together don't often come.

Promise me that we will
make the best of it.

I promise.

We've been back in
each other's lives six months.

To many more.

[PHONE RINGING AND BUZZING]

Ugh. Work.

I got to explain to the new guy

how to start the sourdough.

- [CHUCKLES] Yeah?
- Catch up to you?

Yeah.

Hello.

MAN: Where's the laptop?

Yeah, I got it.

Bring it to me now.

[SIGHS]