"Previously on Damages..." "I started seeing someone." "Not being alone at night helps." "I ran into your mom." "What's wrong?" "What do you need?" "Can I stay with you?" "Of course." "Of course." "Channing McClaren got ahold of all of our records." "I don't know what you fucking did, Naomi, but we're all dead." "Suppose Naomi Walling refused to leak what she knew." "The easiest way would be to steal it from the Princefield system." "A guy like McClaren would have no problem hacking in." "You want access to the Princefield servers?" "They could be crucial to my lawsuit." "The servers have already been impounded for our investigation." "Her leak-- you don't know the whole story." "Someone's approached" "Channing, offering to sell new information regarding" "Princefield and Naomi Walling." "So buy it." "Channing won't pay for information." "Don't tell Channing." " This thing you're doing..." " I'll be fine." "For once, we happen to want the same thing." "To try this case in court." "I got to go." "You're not afraid of me, are you, Ellen?" "♪ Little lamb ♪" "♪ When I am through with you ♪" "♪ There won't be anything left ♪" "♪ When I am through with you ♪" "♪ There won't be anything left ♪" "♪ When I am through with you ♪" "Shh-shh-shh." "Do you think Patty Hewes threatened her?" "Who?" "Rachel Walling." "I mean, why else would she refuse your settlement offer?" "Maybe." "It doesn't matter." "We could have Ellen file a complaint with the judge." "That'll only draw this shit out longer." "When did this arrive?" "You haven't watched the new cut of the documentary?" "Not interested." "Well, you should." "It's a good time to let PBS air it." "We could use some positive press." "Channing." "Look, I know I'm young, and if you weren't sleeping with me you probably wouldn't have kept me around this long..." " That's not true.." " but I'm smarter than you on some things." "And you need good press." "So watch the fucking documentary." "Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm." "Watch it." "The American State Department said your Web site is directly responsible for the deaths of three diplomats in Iraq." "Untrue." "Still, if you're leaking stolen information..." "I don't leak anything." "I provide a safe haven for whistle-blowers who want to get information to the public." "What about your personal life?" "It's difficult to have one when you live in shadow." "I receive a lot of threats." "Governments and CEOs throughout the world have..." "Would it be safe to say you don't hold Channing McClaren in high regard?" "Personally?" "I have nothing against him." "It's his persona, his public pile of publicity whoring that's where I draw the line." "Your face has never been seen in public." "You go by the moniker of Samurai Seven." "Channing McClaren uses no moniker, he's not afraid to show his face." "That's my point, man." "Hacking is about wreaking havoc, cutting the balls off the fucking Man." "You see no distinction between the havoc you seem happy, even proud, to wreak, and Mr. McClaren's stated aim of truth and transparency?" "Only one of us flies in a private jet." "There is a disturbing coda to" "Samurai Seven's interview with us." "Not long after we talked to him, he was found dead in a burned-out car." "What the fuck?" "His remains only identifiable by dental records." "The police have no leads on the incident, and so, for now, his death remains a mystery." "Perhaps wreaking havoc wasn't" "Samurai Seven's best course of action after all." "His name is Dr. Lee Collins." "He's a computer science professor who's been hired by the SEC to conduct the forensic examination of the Princefield servers." "Your Honor, it was my understanding that the SEC wasn't willing to allow us access to the servers." "They had their arm twisted by me." "So, Dr. Collins has now been made available for an interview." "Well, that's great news, Your Honor." "An interview." "As in one." "Both of you, same time." "Your Honor, that could affect strategy." "Patty, this is a gift." "I don't expect a thank you note." "But I do expect you both to handle yourselves accordingly." "You will not have access to the hardware, so don't ask him, but you will hear Dr. Collins' analysis of the server logs." "Pick a time that's good for both of you." " Who will coordinate?" " I will." "Get it done this week." "I want to wrap up discovery and hear opening arguments within the month." "Understood." "I haven't taken a vacation in five years." "Five." "At the end of next month, I am going to Mustique." "And trust me, neither of you wants to be the lawyer that puts a crimp in that plan." "All right, all right, we have time for one more." "Anyone?" "C-Money." "Yeah, uh, Chris, first I'd like to say thank you for being here and, uh, you know, helping us out and all." "Right?" "That's right." "I wanted to ask something of an etiquette question, like..." "Come on, et-i-quette, all right, look it up, homies." "All right, go on." "Go on, man." "I'm headed to a job interview and... what's your take, arm or no arm?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, you know, I'm dressed in a suit and sharp and all, wearing my arm." "Or do I lose the arm, and, uh, tuck the sleeve back, you know, neat and all?" "Well, that's a tough question, for sure." "I mean..." "I'm saying, I mean, do I go for the sympathy vote, you know, "Shit, dude lost his arm, got to hire him," or the less-likely to-freak-the-man-out-'cause-I- got-no-fucking-arm vote?" "I just say, you keep it simple, you know?" "You got to do what makes you feel comfortable." "And if that means wearing the arm, then wear the arm." "Just be true to you." "All right, look, we got to wrap it up." "You find yourselves sinking into a rut you can't get out of, write it down." "Call me, okay?" "It's good stuff today, all of you guys." "I'll see you soon, all right?" "Thanks a lot, man." "Hey." "Chris?" "Chris?" "You all right, man?" "Yeah, yeah, solid." "About that other thing?" "Anyone get back to you?" "Yeah, my bud from the 7th." "He got real tight with this dude from Atlanta on that last tour." "Their patrol got hit, IEDs, usual mayhem." "But, this dude from Atlanta just loses his shit, I mean, full fucking monty, so they fly him up to Ramstein." "The psych ward?" "Yeah." "Enters as your standard nut job and asscake lockup, exits 14 days later good to go." "And now they're sending him back?" "Just like they did with all the other dudes you told me about." "I mean, they pumped him full of mommy's little helpers first." "He's happier than prom night." "Right as rain." "You got a name?" "Better." "I got his video chat handle." "He's expecting you." "Hopes you can help 'cause he doesn't want to go back to duty." "All right, I'll see what I can do." "Thank you." "All right." "Hey." "Thanks for coming." "What the hell happened?" "I don't know." "How did the Samurai die?" "I already tell the police everything." "They do nothing." "They know nothing." "Who else have you spoken to?" "Your people." "My people?" "Yes." "Who are you talking about?" "Gitta, your lady lawyer." "Gitta and Ellen?" "You spoke to them?" "They tried to buy the information Samurai was selling." "They met with the Samurai?" "And Patty Hewes bought this information also." "What was the information?" "I don't know." "All I know is now he's dead." "So someone must not be wanting him selling it." "You got money?" "Yeah." "I'm sorry about the Samurai." "You be careful." "You be careful." "Good news, Your Honor." "Dr. Collins has agreed to make time for us this week." "When will you see him?" "Thursday afternoon." "Patty?" "Thursday would be fine." "There's one hiccup, though." "He can't travel, so we have to meet him at the university." "In Maine." "I've booked us both seats on the 8:00 a.m. flight." "I'll e-mail you the itinerary, Patty." "That won't be necessary." "I'll make my own arrangements." "Whatever's your pleasure." "Just get it done." "And if you happen to reach a settlement while you're up there, all the better." "I think a trip to Maine in the winter'll do you both a world of good." "They don't call it Vacationland for nothing." "Okay, let me make sure I got the timeline straight." " A couple weeks ago..." " Uh, two weeks, two days." "Two weeks, two days." "You arrive at Ramstein, they run you through a psych eval, they start you on medication." "You're under observation, more tests, a bunch of doctors ask" " you more questions..." " Yes, sir." "That's correct." "Okay, got it." "And now they're shipping you out in a couple of days, heading back to active duty." "That's the long and short of it, sir." "Do you have any idea what kind of meds they have you on?" "No, sir." "They don't tell us a thing." "Little white pills, take this, take that." "Lay off the booze and don't drink any grapefruit juice." "And you're okay with that?" "You feeling okay now?" "Feeling okay?" "Shit, I don't know." "Look, on the pills, I'm fine." "A regular G.I. Joe." "But?" "But that's not how it's been going once guys like me are back in-country and the docs stop dispensing meds." "Some guys shoot anything that moves, other dudes are committing suicide." "And the doctors know about this?" "Shit, yeah." "I-I told them in the interviews." "What interviews?" "It's... a lot of times it's just like this." "What do you mean?" "Like, on video chat." "The doctors were stateside, at the VA." "It's all standard military procedure." "Wait, the doctors don't see you in person?" "No." "All on video chat." "That's why I'm scared, of what's going to happen to me." "Look, I haven't even told you half the story." "There's more?" "Fuck yeah, there's more." " So..." " Ellen Parsons remains convinced that Patty Hewes has no case." "Patty Hewes is a bull running loose in the market." "Every day we risk more damage." "Do you remember that Princefield information we were trying to buy?" "Well, I was right." "Patty Hewes bought it." "But Ellen forced her to hand it over in discovery." "What did it say?" "Princefield was investigating Naomi Walling long before we posted the leak." "Is that so?" "You never told me Bennett Herreshoff handed the investigation over to the SEC a year ago." "So?" "So..." "It's just..." "There's something at play here, and I'm fucked if I can see where it's headed." "Just continue to manage the situation." "You okay?" "Yeah, I just..." "I just couldn't sleep." "You have bad dreams?" "Nah, no, no." "No, it's nothing like that." " I'm, um..." " Oh, goodness, I'm sorry." "Geez, Mom..." "There's another bathroom." "I know." " I just... need some, um..." " It's okay, Mom." "I got it." "Toilet paper." "I'm so sorry." "I'll leave you two alone." "Good night." "Good night." "Good night." "I'm sorry." "How long is your mom staying here?" "I got her an apartment." "Kate's helping her move out tomorrow." "What's going on?" "I'm..." "I've been just working through some ideas." "About what?" "Any chance you could introduce me to McClaren?" "Why?" "I think I got something for him." "What are you talking about?" "A leak he could post." "I got some stuff about how the military's handling soldiers with PTSD." "Okay." "Uh..." "Tell me." "They're running some kind of fucked-up program using" "SSRIs to... to glue grunts with post-traumatic stress back together." "So they could send them back into combat." "SSRIs?" "Drugs." "Antidepressants." "Are they legal or experimental?" "They're legal, but that's not the point." "These guys should not be sent back into combat." "They're sick." "The drugs are just covering it up." "And how do you know this?" "I talked to some of them." "I heard stories about a bunch of others." "Some of these soldiers, they go back into combat and... and they just go off." "They just... they snap." "Do you have any proof?" "That it's going down?" "You mean, like..." "like files and shit?" "Yeah." "Other than the stories." "Can't McClaren get that?" "I mean, he-he's a hacker, right?" "That's how he started, but..." "it's illegal to steal information and put it online." "So how does it work?" "They're a site for whistle-blowers." "So they post leaks that other people send to them." "McClaren keeps everything at arm's length so he's never exposed legally." "So I've got to break the law if I want this information out there?" "Without any proof, there's nothing for McClaren to do." "We can talk more when I get back from Maine." "The goal of any attack on a firewalled system like Princefield's is simple, to get superuser access." "Once privileged, you can go anywhere and do anything." "Have you been able to establish that the server was actually attacked?" "Yeah, I-I-I'm getting to that." "Uh, the attacker typically uses a well-documented Apache exploit allowing access typically to stealthy ports in the 400 to 500 range." "In the case of the Princefield systems, you mentioned the attacker would have to have an additional authentication factor?" "Bingo." "The easiest vector would be a user password." "You've explained the Princefield server." "But what about the security on Naomi Walling's personal laptop?" "Okay, uh..." "same, but different." "Here we go." "There is unassailable forensic evidence of an intrusion vectored through the Princefield server into Ms. Walling's personal device." "Bottom line, Dr. Collins." "Bottom line?" "The McClaren leak was accessed through Ms. Walling's laptop." "Dr. Collins, I get that the evidence of the hack is strong, and the data was stolen from Naomi Walling's computer." "In my professional opinion, yes." "And can you say anything about who stole it?" "No, I can't say that, but I trust you realize the level of expertise required to pull that off." "Could someone like Channing McClaren have that level of expertise?" "Oh, yes." "I would think so." "Dr. Collins, have you heard of a hacker by the name of Samurai Seven?" "I know of him, yes." "Would he have the expertise?" "Absolutely." "Thank you, Dr. Collins, for your help." "Ms. Hewes, Ms. Parsons." "Y'all better get your horses saddled up." "There's a nor'easter on its way." "The storm's gonna get quite nasty." "Thank you, Professor." "Oh, shit." "Everything okay?" "My flight's been cancelled." "The storm." "Well, you can always come with me." "No." "Thanks." "I'll go to the airport and wait for the next flight." "It's really no trouble, Ellen." "I'll manage." "Well, I'll send you the FBO and the plane's tail number, in case you change your mind." "Uh..." "You need to know languages if you're gonna hack, so Python's a good place to start." "So not C, not Java?" "Well, Channing hasn't taught me those yet, so I'd be no use to you there." "Hey, just in time." "You want to take over the lesson?" "I spoke to Beth Kim." "You went behind my back and paid Samurai Seven for information." "Oh, shit." " Channing, we were just..." " Shut up!" "Don't..." "don't take this out on her." "It was my idea." "Oh, so Ellen didn't put you up to it?" "No." "I brought her in." " I couldn't release the funds, so..." " So you disobeyed my direct order!" "Order?" "What is this, the fucking military now?" "Look, you disobeyed my advice." "We had to find out what information Samurai had." "Not by paying for it!" "I am responsible for the running of this organization." "That means that sometimes I have to make decisions that it's better you don't know anything about." "What you did got the Samurai killed." "You don't know that." "The man had enemies everywhere." "Maybe his death had nothing to do with this." "So what information did we get from him?" "Princefield was investigating Naomi." "They handed it over to the SEC." "It's all a dead end anyway." "Give me what you found." "Channing, baby, we didn't mean to..." "Stay the fuck away from me." "From now on, you do what I say or you're gone." "Both of you." "We still have the threat for several inches of additional snow." "That was impressive, looking at those numbers." "This is where we still have that threat tonight." "This whole area, the Northeast, here in New England, we're seeing snow." "Kelly." "This is where we still have that threat tonight." "The white here, winter storm warnings." "All of this, from Maine, down to Pennsylvania and..." "Changed your mind?" "All the commercial flights are cancelled in and out of Bangor." "Is your plane still going?" "My pilot just e-mailed me." "We leave in about 35 minutes." "What about the storm?" "That's one of the perks of flying private." "The airports don't get jammed up in bad weather." "Do you still have room?" "It's a G5 with 15 empty seats and a full bar." "Welcome aboard." "Thank you for letting me come along." "No need to thank me." "I'm happy for the company." "Excuse me." "Of course." "Hello?" "He found out." "Wait." "Who-who found out about what?" "Channing." "He found out about Samurai Seven, that we went behind his his back, tried to buy the data, everything." "How?" "He spoke to Beth Kim." "Fuck!" "Okay, Gitta, just calm down, okay?" "He was fucking pissed." "I mean... shit." "I've never seen him like that." "I will handle this." "You know, he's blaming us for..." "for getting Samurai Seven killed." "Let me talk to him." "He's gone AWOL again." " He stormed out of the house..." " Okay, okay." "Well, I..." "I'm heading back soon." "I'll try calling him from here." "You let me know if he shows up." "Okay." "And if he calls me, I'll let you know." "Yeah, please do." "Thanks." "It's Channing." "Leave a message." "It's Ellen Parsons." "I just heard from Gitta." "Please call me back as soon as you get this." "I will explain everything." "Everything okay?" "Just fine." "As you can see, the winds have really picked up." "Looks like we got winds at about 25, 30 miles an hour right now." "Obviously the snow is coming down." "We're at about five to six inches right now." "We could get up to two feet of snow." "So a lot of pressure, a lot of cold weather, a lot of moisture, a lot of snow, and it's going to continue this way all night long, so..." "Hey, there he is!" "Mr. Davies." "Can't believe you showed up." "Sorry we have to meet in this shit hole." "This is my new office, since you fucked me out of my old one." "You got quite a sack on you, pretty boy." "Got to give you that." "Have a seat." "Thanks for meeting me." "Oh, it's my pleasure." "We're just two sides of the same shekel, you and me." "How's that?" "I don't know." "I move money around, you move information." "It's just a big power game, and you won." "Just 'cause I had a lapse in judgment." "I put my faith in a fucking Judas with high heels." "Naomi Walling." "Naomi Fucking Walling." "This world is just a shit pile of me-first vultures." "You can't trust a fucking soul." "So... how can I help you, Mr. McClaren?" "An acquaintance of mine was killed recently." "He was a hacker." "And he got his hands on some Princefield documents." "What does that have to do with me?" "Well, this hacker sold some of his information." "Anything interesting?" "I think so." "Did you know Bennett Herreshoff was having you investigated by the SEC for insider trading?" "What the fuck you talking about?" "Herreshoff had the commission open a file on Fund 23 about a year ago." "Both you and Naomi were targets." "That cocksucker." "How would Herreshoff know what you were up to?" "How would he know what we were up to?" "He created Fund 23 so that we would do the type of trading that we did." "Can you prove that?" "Of course not." "Herreshoff's the head of the bank." "Put a firewall so he could deny everything." "Herreshoff didn't kill your friend, if that's what you're thinking." "What makes you say that?" "Number one, he's a pussy." "Number two, he's the head of the bank." "He's protected." "He wouldn't need to." "He wouldn't be afraid of a hacker." "Well, who would then?" "Well, you think I'm gonna tell you that?" "You're out on bail, but you're headed back to prison." "You're the scapegoat in all of this." "No shit." "Then why protect anyone?" "Loyalty?" "To who?" "Anyone ever show loyalty to you?" "I can get the truth out there, and no one will ever know it came from you." "Yeah." "Fuck it, huh?" "Who's that?" "That's the name of the guy who gave me the stock tips." "Without him, there wouldn't have been any insider trading." "Next round's on you." "All of this from Maine-- this is where we have winter storm warnings." "Also, we have the advisories and the watches right now." "This whole area-- the Northeast, here in New England-- and this is the reason why." "This area of low pressure, and all of the snow that's flying." "So what we're looking at here-- this is the radar." "This is showing us where we're seeing the snow, where we're seeing the rain." "But this low is also going to be generating a lot of wind." "We could see wind gusts upwards of 55 miles an hour." "That can bring down branches just by itself." " When you add this..." " Oh, how many refills do I have on, um-- let's see, it's number G-five..." "Still have the threat for several inches of additional snow." "That was impressive, looking at those numbers." "This is where we still have that threat tonight, the white here, winter storm warming." "More than two million people, customers without power at this time." "This is one of the hardest hit areas when it comes to the snow." "We can see even more than five inches." "We still have the threat for several inches of additional snow." "Another delay." "Oh." "Why?" "Something about frozen fuel lines." "How long of a delay?" "Uh, several hours at least." "Oh, shit!" "If you are out, you really should go inside right now." "There's nobody on the street..." "Parsons and Associates." "Hey, it's me." "Hey." "How's Maine?" "Pick me up a lobster?" "Have you heard from Channing McClaren?" "No." "What's going on?" "I'll tell you about it when I get back." "Let me know if he calls." "Of course." "And what about my mom?" "Oh, she is a sweetheart." "I got her into the apartment, and when I left, she was just fine." "Okay." "Great." "Thank you." "I'm gonna be later than I thought, so I'll touch base when I get in." "Safe flight." "Thanks." "Thank you." "May I take that for you, sir?" "Thank you." "So, how is your mother?" "Really want to know?" "Yeah." "Why wouldn't I?" "Well, because every time we talk about her, you end up in a rage." "I'm just..." "I'm just asking how she is." "Yeah, she's well." "She's really well, in fact." "I, um, saw her in the holidays, and we spent a week up north." "She still with that Danish prick?" "Here we go." "Mm." "Come on." "All right, you don't have to answer." "Wow." "She got you for a week." "I've hardly seen you for more than a few days last couple of years." "You never come to London." "Well, it's been a little bit inhospitable to us." "Seems like you and Channing are trying your best to make that true worldwide." "I never liked McClaren." "Really?" "I didn't know that." "Why are you still with him, Dad?" "You're wasting your talents." "Can we just not have this conversation?" "I only see you for one day." "Can we not go there again?" "You're a brilliant journalist." "Channing McClaren is a lightweight, but he gets all the credit, whilst you stand behind the curtains pulling the levers." "You know I'm right." "What?" "You're such a beautiful girl." "Thank you." "And you're exactly like your mother." "And the screw turns." "She bitched and moaned like it was the end of the world when I first hooked up with Channing, thought I was throwing my career away." "This is real journalism, Miranda." "The old school is a dying culture." "McClarenTruth..." "that's the future." "I thought you would get that." "You're 26." "You grew up with the Internet." "Yeah, but what about this latest fiasco?" "This woman killed herself, Dad." "That was just bad luck, followed by an unfortunate coincidence." "No, it's an embarrassment." "Your old writer friends in London are laughing at you." "I'm sorry." "I just..." "I have to tell you the truth." "And you're drinking too much." "Don't worry about me, sweetheart." "The new wave is always laughed at, and then, it takes over." "Venish?" "Veneesh." "Sorry about that." "Chris Sanchez." "You do that thing." "What's that?" "Like everything's enemy territory." "You never deployed?" "Nah." "Which I'm okay with." "I hear that." "I hear that." "Get you something, honey?" "Some coffee, please." "How about you, babe?" " I'm cool." " Okay." "I appreciate you meeting with me." "I checked you out." "And?" "Here I am." "So what do you want to know?" "I understand you were the tech on a bunch of video calls between DC and Ramstein." "Yup." "Patient interviews." "That's right." "Are you willing to go on record?" "And pull a court-martial?" "I don't think so." "Maybe there's been some kind of misunderstanding." "No, no, no, no." "No misunderstanding." "I wanted to look you in the eye." "I've never killed anyone, never been in the shit, but that doesn't mean I'm less capable of judging character." "Okay." "You know what the interviews were about." "What you don't know is that they were all recorded." "Oh, yeah." "Wonders of digital technology." "Can you get me those recordings?" "No." "But I can tell you where they're kept." "And give you another name, after that, you're on your own." "Channing's still gone." "I feel so sorry for you." "You don't know what to do without your teddy bear, do you?" "Dinner with Miranda went that well, huh?" "Give me a kiss." "Give me a kiss." "That better be a bloody joke." "Come on." "Give me a little kiss." "Why don't you lie down, and I'll get you some water." "You're making a fool of yourself." "I'm making a fool of myself?" "That's fucking rich, coming from you." "What does that mean?" "You've been screwing the wrong man, Gitta." "What would you say if I told you all of this, the whole thing, the-the Web site, the organization, the whole McClarenTruth.org... what would you say if I told you it had nothing to do with Channing McClaren?" "Huh?" "Your boyfriend's a wonk, a fucking wonk, nothing more." "He had the skills, he had the-the connections to the little techno-worms, and they had the information." "They had the access to all the information, but it was me who had the vision for all of this." "Yeah, funny little Rutger." "You told me he came to you with the idea." "Yeah." "Well, I lied." "All part of the legend, the myth." "Truth is..." "Truth is..." "he came to me years ago." "He had some sensitive information." "He was shit-scared that he'd get arrested if he let it out." "So, I guided him, took his hand every step of the way." "I'm going to bed." "Your boyfriend is a figurehead, nothing more." "A little puppet." "I needed his face to sell the idea of the whistle-blower Web site." "You know the funny thing, we're both the same." "We both fell for the face." "Your career was going nowhere before you met" "Channing, and you know that." "So, no matter how you see things, you're nothing without him now." "Don't blow a good thing." "Come on, Gitta, how about a sympathy fuck, huh?" "Christ, go to bed." "It is ugly out there and it is only getting uglier." "Our man, Jason Harris, is on the street." "Jason, what are you seeing out there?" "Thanks, Jeanette." "As you can see, the winds have really picked up." "Uh, looks like we got winds at about 25, 30 miles an hour right now." "You want a cheese cracker?" "I paid for one, but the machine gave me two." "Uh, no, thank you." "It's funny, no matter how much money you have, it's still exciting getting free stuff." "Sure you don't want it?" "We're gonna be here for a while." "You got to eat." "I've got a bar." "That's my Ellen." "Always prepared." "Shit." "I hate this thing." "It's the new model." "Just as I figured out the old one, they change everything." "Do you know how to work one of these?" "What's the problem?" "I'm trying to get to my contacts." "So, I, you know, I press this button and then..." "Now I'm stuck in some big, fat mess." "You're in your settings menu." "Great." "Get me out." "See this button here?" "Yeah, I pressed that." "You're three menus in, so you have to press this button three times, and then you're back in your home screen." "Thank you." "You can get to your contacts list from there." "Mom." "How's the apartment?" "It's lovely." "Very nice." "I can't thank you enough." "I'm glad you like it." "It's a little drafty, though." "Where are you?" "At a diner." "I didn't want to eat dinner alone." "At least there are people here." "It always takes a little while to get used to a new apartment." "Oh, it's a..." "it's a great place." "It's just so quiet there." "Honestly, I don't know how I'll sleep with all that quiet." "It'll be fine, Mom." "Hope so." "My plane's a little delayed, so, I-I'll check in with you when I get back." "Okay, dear." "Bye." "How's Mom?" "She's fine." "Your parents move?" "I heard that, you know, something about a new apartment." "I really don't feel like talking about my parents." "Hi." "It's Patty." "Yeah, my plane's been delayed for several more hours, so I just wanted you to know." "How's Catherine?" "No, no, no, don't wake her up." "I'll see her when I get back." "Have a good night." "All right." "You need to just sit down and relax." "I hate waiting." "You need a drink." "Bar's closed." "Shame." "Hey, Rutger, wake up." "I got something." "Hey, what's up?" "I talked to Bruce Davies." "He gave me some information." "What information?" "He gave me the name of the guy who was supplying Fund 23 with stock tips." "Who?" "Helmut Torben." "You heard of him?" "Never seen him before in my life." " Do mind if I..." " Of course not." "Nice, isn't it?" "What?" "The quiet." "The unexpected downtime." "Being able to catch up on work." "Actually read." "It's really relaxing." "I know what you mean." "What are you doing?" "I'm gonna get you a drink." "Keep an eye out." "You really gonna do this?" "You really need a drink." "What do you think?" "If you're gonna do it, just do it." "Don't talk about it." "Stop it." "Patty, he's coming." "Patty, Patty!" "Hey there." "Hey." "Well, the fuel line is fixed." "Thank God." "But I'm afraid we still can't leave." "Our window to take off has closed." "The storm's moving in." "It's already dumped eight inches in Vermont." "Thank you for the update." "How long will it be?" "I really can't say." "Very sorry, Ms. Hewes." "Thank you, Captain." "Thank you." "You've been supplying illegal stock tips to Fund 23." "You've made them millions." "Who tells you this?" "Bruce Davies sold you out to McClaren." "Davies can prove nothing." "And why is this any concern of yours?" "We're fucked if this ever gets out there." "That's right." "So I'm confident that you will see to it that nothing comes of this information." "Channing'll want to pursue it." "Don't let him." "What makes you think I even want to protect you?" "Because you have secrets of your own, Mr. Simon." "So... really..." "how is your mom?" "I already told you, Patty, I don't feel like talking about my parents." "I'm just trying to make conversation." "Ellen, we're stuck here." "I mean, we may as well chat." "Okay, Patty." "Uh... go ahead." "Let's discuss whatever's on your mind." "Ask away." "Okay." "What was your parents' secret?" "With what?" "You." "How'd they pull it off?" "How do you raise a kid to grow up to be someone like you?" "Uh, well, in my parents' case, by being abusive and dysfunctional." "I think you're being hard on them." "Look at how you turned out." "You know what that phone call was about?" "My mother has left my father." "And she moved in with me, but I've gotten her her own place now." "Why did she leave your father?" "Because he's a tyrant..." "who blames the world for his frustrations, and he would take it out on her, and she couldn't handle it anymore." "So there you go." "Have I ever told you about my father?" "Yeah, you did." "What did I say?" "Said he was an angry bully and that he ran out on you and your mom." "Yeah." "He left and he never came back." "Never?" "Never." "Well, you never mentioned that." "How old were you, when he left?" "Thirteen." "And you never saw him again?" "No." "So..." "For all our differences, you and I have a lot in common." "I don't think so." "We understand each other." "Maybe our paths were meant to cross." "I think there's a reason why you and I found each other." ""Found each other"?" "Are you kidding?" "Oh, you don't believe..." "you don't believe things like that?" "Our paths crossed because you needed Katie Connor as a witness against Frobisher." "There was no fate or destiny, there was only manipulation." "You used my personal relationships for leverage in your case." "But you stuck around." "Or, more incredibly, I kept you around." "Even after you'd served your purpose." "And here we are." "You and I, alone in an airport, still together, Ellen." "We're not here because you've got some kind of hold over me, Patty." "We're here because I was going to testify against you in" "Catherine's custody case." "And you needed a way to keep me off the stand, so you created a suit for us to try against each other." "I created a case?" "You sent Channing McClaren to me as a client, knowing that you would sue him." "But you can't stop me, Patty." "When the McClaren case is over, the custody trial will continue, and I will testify against you." "And what will you say?" "What is the worst thing that you know about me?" "You know what that is." "That we blackmailed Ray Fiske." "That was terrible." "Ray was my friend." "That's a secret that you and I will be burdened with." "But, Ellen, if you testify about that, you'll have to implicate yourself." "And there's nothing else you have that can hurt me." "I have nothing else?" "What?" "What is it you think that you know about me?" "Are you fucking crazy?" "What?" "The High Star case?" "Are you still angry about that?" "What?" "You confessed to me." "Confessed what?" "In the hotel room." "You admitted what you tried to do to me." "That's what you're talking about?" "Yes, Patty." "That." "You had me at gunpoint." "I would have said anything." "I told you what you wanted to hear so you would take the money to the judge." "I was just trying to win a case." "You never realized that?" "You believed me?" "All this time you have believed that I would actually try to have you killed?" "I believe it because it happened." "Then wh-why on earth did you come back and work for me?" "I worked with you." "After that, I never worked for you." "Ellen..." "I am so sorry that you have been operating under this..." "terrible false assumption." "After Ray Fiske shot himself, you asked me if I regretted what we did." "Oh, my God." "And I said yes." "Then you inexplicably left town, and I was attacked in your apartment." "How does any of that suggest I was responsible?" "If not you, then who?" "Well, I imagine, uh..." "that Frobisher sent somebody for me." "But you were staying at my apartment." "So you were supposed to be the victim?" "The intended." " If it wasn't Frobisher..." " Then what?" "Believe me, Ellen, I have thought a lot about this." "And I think there may be another possibility." "Who?" "Pete." "He may have acted on his own in order to protect me." "He knew I was vulnerable to you because of Fiske." "Pete was fiercely loyal to me." "I think he may have taken things in his own hands." "You confessed to me, Patty." "You gave me no choice." "Only one answer would have satisfied you." "I was in that room, Patty." "I saw those tears in your eyes." "You're saying you can sit there now, look me in the eye, and tell me I made the whole thing up?" "Ms. Hewes?" "Things cleared up a bit." "We're good to go." "Wonderful." "Thank you." "Are you coming?" "No, Patty." "I'm not coming with you." "I'm sorry about the misunderstanding, Ellen." "♪ When I am through with you ♪" "♪ There won't be anything left ♪" "♪ When I am through with you ♪" "♪ There won't be anything left ♪" "♪ When I am through with you ♪"