Misconduct

Tonight, investigators are questioning the credibility

of those clinical trials.

I'm very angry. I can't believe doctors could betray

so many people.

I was part of the initial test group for the drug Vypraxilin.

And...

I can say without a doubt it was probably the worst decision

I've ever made in my life.

These people knowingly put out inaccurate information

and they were being selective in the facts about the case.

She looked at me and then collapsed.

Her mouth filled with blood

and it was terrifying.

In fact, an investigation by the FDA found no evidence of false data

from Pierson Pharmaceuticals.

This is the third death attributed to the medication,

with many more claims surfacing each day.

They need to be held accountable.

We should just leave and go to London for a while.

Wouldn't that seem guilty if I just left the country?

And what would you tell them if they accuse you?

The truth?

Well, I've faced inquiries before. I can...

I'm not gonna run away.

I'm not talking about running away, Arthur.

I'm talking about clearing your head,

getting out of town together like we said.

Yeah.

Yeah?

- Any updates? - Just give him a little privacy.

Don't talk to me.

Yeah, you tell Dr. Shuman to get back in the lab immediately

and get this thing sorted out.

Immediately. You do it, or I'll get someone else who can.

Just do it.

Now.

Okay, look, I got to get back to the...

I'm going back to the office.

They can't do anything unless I'm there holding their hand.

Why don't you ever consider anything I say to you?

It's your greatest fault. You know that?

You know what, maybe I'll just leave town without you, Arthur.

Come on.

Graham will take you home and I'll see you tonight.

- Okay. - Emily, come on.

Stop being a child. Grow up.

Fuck you.

Let her go.

Emily?

She'll come around.

Our exposure's limited at best.

Oh, yeah?

Well, there's no such thing as limited exposure.

Got the deposition tomorrow and I need you to cover this.

Get Jake Coburn in legal. I want a strategy before I leave.

Sir, we advise you against answering any questions at this time.

Duly noted.

Emily?

Emily!

Where the hell is she?

Emily!

I'm gonna grab you some dinner.

I'll call in the usual.

Don't step anywhere inside this house. Don't touch anything.

Get security up here right now.

Yes, sir.

So there was no more contact after you left the park?

I figured it was just another call for attention. That's all.

Yeah, it could be.

Jane is the advisor we retained. Private org. Kidnap and Rescue.

I should advise you, sir, to involve the FBI.

I've employed you so I don't have to.

Right now, your girlfriend is alone and scared

and praying that someone will save her life.

In 11 hours, Emily could be home or dead.

If this is gonna work you're gonna have to trust me. You understand?

So what are the next steps?

The tech team is working on your phone to trace the sender.

When these people reach out again and we know what they want,

Jane will help color who they are. They need us to open up.

All confidential passwords, everything will need to be transparent.

Tell me, are they likely to harm her, hurt her?

Yes.

You don't sugarcoat your responses, do you?

Why the fuck would I do that?

What do they want?

Two and a half million dollars, unmarked.

Octavia Gallery by 1:00 p.m. or they cut her open.

Can your team prep by 1:00?

It'll be tight. It's lunchtime. There's lots of exits.

We can expect heavy foot traffic.

We'll have snipers cover the exterior.

Snipers? We don't need snipers. I've got the cash.

Let's do this civilly and quietly.

I'm right behind you.

You tailing him?

Yeah, I've got eyes on him.

Do not turn around.

Do not acknowledge that you can hear me.

Wait for them to approach you, Mr. Denning.

You have him? He's out of my line of sight, Jane.

Relax.

I know this is hard, but I need you to stay calm as ice.

Approaching on your right.

She remind you of someone you know?

Yeah.

Like most women, she's expensive.

You want to talk a deal?

Drop the bag. Just drop the bag.

Let's go somewhere quiet.

Okay.

Do not follow him. Mr. Denning, you have to trust me.

Do you hear me?

What's he looking at? Why is he stopping? Jane?

I don't know.

- He's off script. - Yeah.

Stop, Mr. Denning. You're putting your life at risk.

This could part of their plan.

Drop the money. Give it to him, then we'll go away.

Just one thing.

You see what happens when you fuck with me?

- Where's Emily? - Who?

Where is she?

I don't know what you're saying!

You hurt her? Where's Emily?

Jane? What the fuck just happened?

He just attacked him. Get him out of here now.

Get him out.

Yeah.

Oh, come on. Don't turn into that guy.

You just won an estate claim

where the widow's husband didn't have a will.

It's time to party.

Call your wife. Tell her to bring a friend, actually...

maybe a chesty one, some kind of assets.

Okay. You know what? I'm just gonna take out your wife myself.

Since when are you interested in women?

Ben Cahill, was that a joke?

That was fun.

Eleven straight. Congrats.

Any calls?

Hatty, you're gonna have to excuse Ben.

- That's how he shows his joy. - Right.

Couple folks from the Lake avenue construction case,

that Chinese guy from Shai Fen Associates, and your wife.

Okay. Can you ask the paralegals why those Flynn v. Benson files

- haven't shown up yet, please? - Yeah.

You have been a machine for over a year now.

I know you and Charlotte have had a devastating few months,

but billing 100 hours a week is not gonna help you get through that.

It's not gonna help you make partner,

and it's not gonna keep our wife happy.

You've got to get out of this office.

Wow, you are no fun at all. Okay.

Well, I'll take that. Thank you.

You trying to scare me?

Well, you just look so focused over there.

You got good news?

Another win.

So I was hoping maybe we could celebrate.

I can't. I picked up another shift.

All right, well...

I guess I'll see you in 36 hours.

You know we're understaffed.

No, no, no, no. I get it. I get it.

There's chicken pie in the oven if you're hungry.

I hate waking up without you, Charlie.

Well, um...

You wanna go on a date?

Yeah.

When?

When I'm done.

Deal.

You look nice.

Thank you.

Emily Hynes?

You didn't accept, did you?

She had her issues, but it's not like I can't ..

Issues? Yeah.

You broke her heart. She threatened suicide. That's not normal.

I remember some pretty manipulative shit.

I'm actually impressed someone your age knows how to use social media.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

Is that right?

You accepted the friend request, didn't you?

So What if I did?

- Your wife's a 12! - Yeah.

She's far more attractive than you. She's far more intelligent than you.

- Frankly, you don't deserve her. - Yeah, well...

Okay, don't break the only good thing in your life

- on a hypothetical... - I'm not breaking anything.

Charlie and I are fine, all right? I love my wife.

Yeah, we've had a rough year, but you know what?

I'm not gonna mess it up over some stupid fucking friend request.

Just keep talking to your ex. Keep talking to Emily.

I think that's a good idea. You're gonna spend your 4:00 a.m.'s drunk,

eating burritos over the sink.

I love burritos.

- Yeah, I kind of love them, too. - Yeah.

God, really?