Instinct (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Bad Actors - full transcript

My name is Dylan Reinhart.
Not too long ago,

I was an operative in the CIA
known as Agent Reinhart.

When I left the Agency
and started teaching,

I became Professor Reinhart.

I wrote a book about abnormal behavior

and criminals, which was so successful

a serial killer used it
as clues for his murders.

That's when the
New York Police Department

reached out to me to help catch him.

Which I did, so they hired me,

and I became Consultant Reinhart.



So now I'm working with this woman,

Detective Lizzie Needham

of the homicide division,
catching killers.

Looks like I need a new name.

Don't they call you Professor Psychopath?

Sexy, edgy, risky.

Do you know what I mean? Tasty.

Yeah, I'm confused. Are you enthusing

about your empanada, or are you saying

that a book about consulting for the NYPD

isn't tasty enough for you?

No, I'm saying that the public is fickle

and these things wax and wane.

But the good news for you



is there's a huge appetite for spycraft.

You do realize I am no longer a spy.

Yes, but with your CIA background

and me as your editor, I could provoke

a bidding war for the movie rights

just based on the title alone.

So, my book, which I have not
written yet, has a title?

Oh, yeah.

Mm, what is it?

Spy Brain.

Not that I would ever tell you

- what to write.
- Oh, no, except when you do.

There's just one small hitch.

Well, we'll get the Agency's permission.

Even if we could, I would
never divulge my CIA past.

I still have former assets in the field

who might be identified

and their lives put in mortal danger.

We'll just change the names.

Looks like a bad day for dogs everywhere.

Gary has a blankie,

a Tempur-Pedic bed, ten toys,

two tubs of finely chopped
organic chicken...

What is that?

His doggy GPS.

I know, but it's not like he can
tell someone if he gets lost.

Lizzie, he's here

for a tooth pulling, which is great news

because it means the doctor
thinks he'll live long enough

to need the rest of his teeth.

So, isn't this overkill?

No, this is overkill.

That's a lot of forms
for a tooth-pulling.

I know they have to put him down first.

Put him under. ‭Under.

Right, right. But are you sure
that's all they want to do?

The vet just needs my permission
to run a few tests

- before the procedure.
- I had my appendix burst

in Tanzania once.
I had to be airlifted to Kenya.

I didn't fill in
half as many forms as that.

Did you forget you're here
for moral support?

- Right.
- ‭Gary's old.

I'm scared.

Maybe just be quiet.

It's funny.

Studies claim that pet ownership

reduces stress

and helps fight depression,
yet here you are

stressing out about a tooth-pulling

and depressed about
Gary's inevitable demise.

- We're ready for Gary.
- Oh.

Hey, buddy.

Oh. It's okay, Gary.

Can you play that video again?

Check this out.

Keep your eye on the beagle.
It's disturbing.

He's cramping, seizing up with pain.

And look at that motion he's
making with his left paw.

I think he's injecting
epinephrine into his thigh.

This beagle wasn't

having an allergic reaction

to that kid's peanuts.

He was in trouble long before that.

EMS arrived to find
the poor guy unresponsive.

They did a scoop-and-run,

intubated him, administered ACLS,

but they couldn't revive him.

What was his cause of death?

Cardiac arrest due to anaphylactic shock

brought on by a severe
allergic reaction to peanuts.

It's tragic but not uncommon.

Where's his costume?

And why was the epinephrine
injection not effective?

He had one?

Oh, yeah.

Let me see.

There's a small puncture site
on his thigh.

So the needle pierced the fur

and his skin, but didn't
counteract the peanuts.

Maybe it was sabotaged.

We're gonna need to take this

- and have it tested.
- Of course.

What is that?

A highly concentrated peanut compound.

Surprisingly odor-free.

How can you possibly know that?

Because I, too...

have a peanut allergy.

This man didn't die from an allergy.

He was murdered by one.

We need to secure the
crime scene, collect evidence

and retrace Gavin's steps
leading up to his murder.

You can't do this.
We have a show in 20 minutes.

Look at the line.
Ticket sales have quadrupled.

I can't believe Gavin's dead.

He was such a sweet guy.

We can't let all those kids down.

I'm sorry you won't be able to exploit

Bagel's untimely death,
but we have a homicide

- to investigate.
- ‭Homicide?

Gavin's death was no accident.
Someone killed him.

How is it murder?
He had a peanut allergy.

Are-are we in danger?

We have no reason to believe so,

but we're just starting
our investigation.

Where was Gavin's
costume kept, and who had

access to it when he wasn't wearing it?

He always brought his costume home.

Listen, I really gotta
get this show started.

- Let's roll out, guys.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Everyone needs to stay to be questioned.

Gavin was a mentor,

an inspiration to me.

Uh, he was giving, he was loving,

he was affectionate.

Why would anyone want to murder him?

Gavin brought something special
to Bagel's character.

Kids responded to him.

Gavin was like a brother to me.

We had a great connection.

Both on and offstage.

Gavin was universally loved

and adored by everyone.

Theater has lost a great talent.

Gavin was a douchebag.

Don't get me wrong,
I feel bad for the guy.

But he was banging Selma
even though he was dating Mindy,

which pissed her off and made
Solly completely jealous

because he kind of has a thing for Selma.

Yeah, Gavin was a mooch.

I think he owed Hector like a grand,

which he never paid back.

And even though he had a nothing career,

he was always bragging about
some B-movie he shot in Morocco,

which I don't think even got released.

We have five people who felt
some level of contempt

toward Gavin, just from
this recent production alone.

I'd eliminate Hector.

Clearly, he resented Gavin but
also had empathy towards him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have lent
him money in the first place.

And by killing him,
he'd never get his money back.

I'd eliminate Solly.
Gavin was helping make

his production successful.

True, and Solly's desire for Selma

was more wishful than real.

What about Dina?
She didn't have a problem

pointing a finger towards everyone else.

Yeah, but she also pointed
a finger at herself.

Not to mention she was right
on all accounts.

Her story checked out.

Selma was oddly dispassionate,

which could be the trait of a killer,

but her motive is the most dubious.

Which leaves Mindy, who doesn't exactly

strike me as a peanut chemist.

Well, that was efficient.

We managed to eliminate
the five potential suspects

in, oh, under 30 seconds.

Hey, hey. Having a barbecue this weekend.

I would have sent an e-mail,

but I couldn't get the thing
to work, so I printed them.

Why does it look like
a serial killer made these?

Yeah, I couldn't figure out
how to delete the shoe.

What home upgrade
you showing off this time?

We just put in
some sweet new hardscaping.

You know, patio,

outdoor kitchen, the whole shebang.

You should bring your, um...
you know, your, uh...

your guy, your, uh,

domestic whatever.

You mean my husband?

Yeah. Yeah.

Great.

I look forward to meeting
your domestic whatever.

You're one of those people

that says you're definitely gonna come

but have no intentions
of actually going, aren't you?

- Yes.
- Tox labs came back.

Gavin's injector was not
filled with epinephrine,

but with saline solution.

The sample taken from inside Bagel's head

is a highly concentrated
extract of... Arachis hypogaea.

Otherwise known as peanut.

Somehow made odorless

so Gavin wouldn't suspect.

Good for him.

Not Gavin, obviously, but the killer,

who is much more sophisticated
than I first thought.

He... or she... weaponized
peanut extract.

Or at least had access to it.

Oh.

Epinephrine.

Look at these.

Oh, we need to bag and tag those.

Looks like Gavin was a bit of a Luddite.

Or else he couldn't afford to keep up

with the pace of modern technology.

Ooh! ‭Oh, my God.

Certainly lives up to the
image of a starving artist.

I'd say it was extremely unlikely

he ever entertained here.

His killer knew him well enough

to know that he had a peanut allergy.

Maybe it was someone from his past?

Another struggling actor?

He certainly was struggling.

Haven't seen one of these since the '90s.

This is Larry.

Did you get my last message? Call me.

Stop avoiding me, Gavin.

We need to meet.

There could be serious
implications if you ignore this.

What do I have to do?

Hunt you down?
I know you're a fancy actor now

with a steady gig, but we have to meet.

- Call me before it's too late.
- We can match up

the time stamp on
the voice mail, I.D. this guy.

But even if this Larry guy is our killer,

how would he get a hold of something

as exotic as weaponized peanut extract?

Weaponized peanut extract?

Sounds like something Saddam Hussein

would have served to an in-law.
Never heard of it.

Odorless, highly concentrated,

extremely lethal.

Who was the victim?

An obscure actor who played

a plushy canine at a kiddie theater.

No wonder you left the boring old CIA

for the thrill and intrigue of the NYPD.

And you left it for what?

Come work with me, and you can find out.

I'll see what I can find on
purveyors of your peanut weapon.

Thank you, and good-bye, Julian.

Oh! Sorry.

That was meant for the trash.

- What is this?
- Ah, some coworker

invited us to a barbecue.
Don't worry, we're not going.

What? Why not? I would love to go.

You have never included
me in your work life.

When you were working for the CIA...

- I couldn't.
- ‭Or in your work as an author.

You want to sit and watch me type?

- With your teaching.
- You want to hobnob

with some pimple-faced freshmen?

Look, we both know
you're more comfortable

keeping your life...

compartmentalized.

Oh.

I suppose it stems
from my life in the Agency.

It was dangerous to mix
personal with professional.

Think it might go back further.

To your childhood.

When you kept your world private.

You know, maybe because
of your musical gift.

Or being gay, your father's disapproval.

It is time for you to
come out of your shell.

Okay, it'll be fun.

I'll keep an eye on you.

You really want to go?

I thought you would never ask.

This is Dr. Reinhart.

Gavin set a lunch meeting

with the suspicious caller
on his answering machine

a few days before he was murdered.

Did you I.D. him?

Larry Greenspan.

Tax accountant.

Lives in Yonkers.

You looking for Larry?

Do you know where we can find him?

Mount Eden Cemetery.

Larry died of a heart attack
couple of days ago.

Funeral is today.

So I guess Larry is not our killer.

What if he's another victim?

If Larry was murdered by Gavin's killer,

we're looking for a
similar kind of sabotage.

Oh, I don't feel right about this.

About what?

About saying, "Oh, sorry for your loss,

"but we're gonna have
to haul your friend away

so we can see if he was iced
by Mr. Peanut."

Let's just wait till they all leave.

I mean, how long can that take?

There's, like, seven people here.

...honor to our departed Larry.

It is difficult to say good-bye
to a friend and a loved one.

Larry loved to give back
to the community.

Nothing gave him greater joy
than his volunteer work

teaching acting
at the community playhouse.

Another actor.

Larry felt passionate about the theater,

which is probably why he came
to be regarded

as one of the country's foremost
volunteer acting teachers.

"Foremost volunteer acting teachers?"

- Oh, please.
- ‭Shh.

Acting was his drug.

Larry never drank.

He never swore.

His only vice
was the occasional cigarette

he allowed himself after a long day...

Think his cigs could've been sabotaged?

We should get our hands on his last pack.

Rest in peace, Lawrence.

We'll order an advanced
tox screening on his blood.

Detective Needham, NYPD.

We have reason to believe that
Mr. Greenspan was the victim

of a homicide, and...

We need his body.

It'll be fine. Trust me.
And Lizzie will be there, right?

Yeah, but I just... I hate chitchat.

It's normal human interaction.

You know, the simple stuff.

It's not really the chitchat
you're worried about, is it?

It's the cross-pollination
of the worker species

with the domestic species.

Don't worry, okay?

We'll, uh, cross-pollinate.

We'll make a little honey.
It'll be sweet.

- Honey?
- ‭Exactly.

- What is inside there, by the way?
- Calvados.

You bought a bottle of brandy?

- ‭Mm-hmm.
- Give me a sec.

Hi, guys.

- Hey!
- ‭How you doing?

- Hey, Anthony. Thanks for having us.
- ‭Of course.

This is my husband, Andy.

What, did you bring the entire bar?

I love him already.

Great. Thanks.

All right, well, look,
make yourself at home.

Here you go.

Eat, drink,

meet the friends and fam.

- Where's Lizzie?
- Oh, she couldn't make it.

She had to pick up Gary from the vet.

Aw, I was hoping to hang out with her.

- Me, too.
- ‭Sure she's not trying

to track down your
deadly peanut butter killer?

Hey, don't worry.

We've already got two units

staking out Colonel Mustard's place.

Doc, come on.
Let me introduce you around.

Fuccis love to chitchat.

Come here.

Hey.

Hey.

- You at Fucci's barbecue?
- Yeah.

- I wish I was there.
- So do I.

Andy seems to be fitting right in,

but I can't stop thinking
about our victims.

Me, too. I've been looking
for an acting connection

between Gavin and Greenspan.
Not finding anything.

You think Gavin could have taken
Greenspan's class?

I got a hold of the rosters

from the last four years. Nothing there.

Anything from the M.E.? Tox lab?

Not for at least another hour.

Oh, I-I gotta go.
I'll-I'll keep you posted.

Hi. I missed two calls from the vet.

Uh, is Gary okay?

Um...

What? What's wrong?

I'm not allowed
to release any information.

You should hear from the doctor.

She'll be done in a couple minutes.

Gary!

Whoa, that's authorized personnel only.

I'm authorized.

Gary?

Gary?

Oh! Hey. You're alive.

- Yes, of course he's alive.
- ‭Hey, buddy.

I tried to call you.
We had to pull a second tooth,

which cost an additional 600.

Okay. Thank you.

Come on. Let's go, let's go.

Hey, Andy, how'd you make the jump

from lawyer to pub owner?

Well, after I passed the bar,

I turned right around and bought it.

All right, there we go.

- To Andy!
- To Andy!

All right.

Mmm.

Oh, yeah, pour some out

- for these guys.
- All right.

- Yeah, sure.
- Who wants one?

_

I hate these things. You?

Maria Fucci.

Hello. My name is...

Yeah, I know who you are.

You're married to the know-it-all who's

partnered with Lizzie.
That fellow over there?

Better-looking than I expected.

Looks like your hubby and
Anthony are becoming fast pals.

Like two tiny cannibals
in a fat guy's rib cage.

"Like two tiny cannibals
in a fat guy's rib cage."

I like that analogy.

Oh, yeah, use it anytime.

Anthony loves throwing these things.

'Cause they're his buddies.

Plus Anthony loves mangling.

You mean mingling?

Mangling. Like, shmooshing
his people together.

Work and personal.

It takes effort, you know,

to play with people you don't know.

When you love someone,
you make the effort.

What do you say, Maria?

Shall we make the effort?

Why not?

Okay, but you serve first.

Oh, you can change into
your suit over there.

- Oh...
- Detective Fucci,

that's some neat hardscaping.

- Hey!
- Your first-grade salary cover that?

Excuse me, Maria.

- He's a good boy.
- ‭Oh, oh. Hey.

- He's a very good boy.
- How is the patient?

Alive, thank God.

We can't stay long.
I just came to pick you up.

Results from the M.E. are coming in.

Oh, how is the retiree?

You know that Gary was one of the best

drug-sniffing pooches in the business.

What?

There you go.

Fresh from the M.E.

He found black and brown particles

in the alveolar scavenger cells.

Smoker's lung.

Larry smoked more than his rabbi thought.

Which brings us to the advanced

tox screen findings we requested.

Fentanyl.

An opioid pain medication
and recreational drug.

The concentration found
in his pack of cigarettes

did not suggest fun and games.

It was a lethal dose.

So Larry did not die of a heart attack.

Just like Gavin didn't die

of an allergic reaction

even though it appeared that both men

supposedly died of natural causes.

And their deaths were also aided

by the use of easy-to-acquire items...

epinephrine and a cigarette...
things not easily traced.

So we're looking for a serial killer

who knows his victims well
and is, what, a chemist?

One who has a grudge
against unknown actors?

Maybe.

But why such elaborate methods?

This killer is more dramatic
than his thespian victims.

Something's out of proportion.

Oh, no, just...

making some notes.

So, now you're stalking me?

And you are avoiding me.

Didn't you get my message
about the second victim?

His cigarette was spiked with fentanyl.

Doesn't that remind you
of Romania in '98?

Is the CIA involved?

Can't help you.

I have no information.

You never say you have
no information about anything.

If the Company is...

I suggest that you
and anyone you care about

stay away from this.

Thank you.

You just gave me
everything I need to know.

We are not looking for a serial killer.

We are looking for an assassin.

Okay. Thank you.

Mm... no, I don't know

if that kind of enlargement
is tax deductible.

Thank you.

I've talked to a dozen people

on Larry Greenspan's phone bill.

Half of them were tax clients

wondering if they still have
to pay what they owe to him.

None of them know anything.

I called you last night.
I didn't leave a message.

I saw that.

- Sorry, I should've called you back.
- It's okay.

I'm sorry I called you a jackass.

- You didn't call me a jackass.
- In my head, I did.

Hi. This is Detective Needham, NYPD.

We're investigating the homicide

of a man named Larry Greenspan.

Does that ring a bell for you?

That'd be great. Thanks.

Yeah, uh... do you recall their names

or what they look like or...?

Oh, fantastic.

Oh. Could you send me a...

a copy of that receipt, please?

Thank you.

What's the connection?

Looking for military records

for Gavin and Greenspan?

What's your theory?

I'm just poking around,
trying to find a connection

between the victims other than acting.

- Hmm.
- It was a dead end.

What do you got?

That was a restaurant where Greenspan

was supposed to meet with Gavin Carson.

But Greenspan didn't show up
because he was dead.

They just told me the reservation

was for three; two showed up.

- Gavin and...?
- ‭A woman, about 30.

- Brown hair. She paid.
- Not a lot to go on,

unless we can get a copy

of her credit card receipt.

Mm. Here it is.

Her name is Nancy Millhouse.

Two L's.

Well, I have a Nancy Millhouse.

She's a dental hygienist...
nothing to do with acting.

Got her address and phone number.

Hi. Is Nancy Millhouse there?

When did she get ill?

Sir, this is Detective Needham, NYPD.

Please don't give her
any more of her medications.

There's a chance
they've been tampered with.

We'll be there soon.

Okay, bye.

Nancy Millhouse is a diabetic.

Gave herself an insulin shot,
started feeling worse.

She's severely hypoglycemic.

Someone must have spiked Nancy's insulin.

Do you have Glucagon on the bus?

Yes. You a doctor?

Yes.

This is her insulin and her Glucagon,

but I didn't give her any
after I got your warning.

- Great. Can we bag those, please?
- Yeah.

Um, do you or Nancy know

Gavin Carson or Larry Greenspan?

No, I don't recognize them.

Did Nancy work for the government?

- No.
- ‭Is Nancy an actor?

Uh, she gave it up three years ago.

She's a dental hygienist.

That's how we met.

Why did she give it up?

She quit after she got a parasite

when she was shooting
some low-budget feature.

Where was it shot?

Morocco, I think.

Her vitals are stabilizing.

We're ready to take her to the hospital.

I'm sorry. I've gotta go.

Thank you.

You remember the picture
in Gavin's apartment?

Mm-hmm. It was taken in Morocco.

We need to see if Greenspan

went to Morocco, too, and
we need to find everyone

who appeared in that film.
They could all be in danger.

- Why target actors?
- That's what we need to figure out.

I'm gonna take the evidence to the lab.

- I'll meet you at the precinct.
- Okay.

What are you doing?

What do you know?

What do you mean?

You're looking for foreign connections.

You ask if she works for the government.

You knew this case had some kind

of international component
before we heard about Morocco.

You know things you're not telling me.

I don't care about your
super special, secret friend,

but these are my cases.

I need to know what you know.

Right now, we need to identify

everyone who went to Morocco
to make that film,

before another of them is killed.

Everything else has to wait.

I'm sorry.

So, why the Bat-Signal?

We have another victim.

I should have known you
wouldn't stay away from this.

We may have gotten to her in time.

Then you've probably just driven

whoever it is further underground.

"Whoever"?

You don't know?

How far have you gotten?

We know all the victims were actors

who took part in the same low-budget film

shot in Morocco a few years ago.

But I think that's a cover...

at least what the actors were told...

and actually the film
was a propaganda tool

to further some political
or corporate agenda.

Like the fake Al-Qaeda insurgent videos

ordered by the Defense Department.

Exactly.

And now all the participants

are being systematically erased.

Someone is trying to cover it up.

Your partner knows all this, too?

She's getting close.

Julian, these victims
were civilians, innocents.

They didn't sign up for this.

You're not only jeopardizing yourself,

but by involving the NYPD...

Then help me put a stop to this.

We're running out of time.

You're putting me in a
very difficult position.

You've done the same to me.

I went onto Telegram.

Made myself an invited guest
in one of the private chats.

I don't have all the pieces,

but enough to know you're being watched.

There's something you
should see, but not here.

Okay, so Nancy Millhouse
entered Morocco on February 23.

Look to see who else went there

from the U.S. at about the same time.

Gavin Carson, Lawrence Greenspan.

Those are our other two vics.

The film is the connection between them.

They all got to Morocco on
the same day, at the same time.

There's one more person who
came in at the same time.

Nelson Grimes.

He's new. Pull up his passport.

PROFESSION: actor.

Nelson Grimes could be our next victim.

We need an address.

No problem.

Address is no longer valid.

None forwarding.

Can you send me that link?

Okay. I'll keep looking.

Car's registered to a rental company.

Got an address.

No phone listed.

- Should I come with you?
- No. Keep digging.

See if you can find
a phone number for this guy.

Have the local PD meet you
at the guy's address.

Welcome to A-1 Gadgets.

Is there anything I can help you with?

No, we're okay.

Actually, I was in the market
for a USB eMAG dongle.

- We don't have those.
- ‭Oh.

According to your Web site,
there should be eight in stock.

Can you please check in the back?

Um... okay.

Let's get to work.

Getting back-channel access
into a private video server.

Secret meeting in Morocco.

As you suspected,
it was a propaganda video.

Probably made
by a rogue intelligence group

to create unrest in Chechnya.

So Larry Greenspan and Nancy Millhouse

are playing the Chechen president

and his wife. Uncanny resemblance.

And here they are meeting Gavin Carson,

who is a dead ringer

for the head of the separatists.

The film was obviously
designed to undermine

the Chechen leader and
prompt a regime change.

So our assassin
has to be a rogue operative

from some intelligence service,

who now works for an oligarch
or a corporation

or someone who has enough resources

to eliminate all these people

before the truth about the existence

of this film gets out.

Any idea who that assassin might be?

I'd have to do some more digging.

There's no time to dig.

All the victims are here.

What is that? A mirror?

Why is it black?

Can you zoom in?

Looks like somebody's trying

to cover something up.

Let me see if I can find
the original file.

Here we are.

Bishop.

Former operative in MI6.

Didn't he get burned three years ago?

Became an independent contractor.

And, apparently, he was freelancing

for the rogue intelligence group.

Who must have hired him
to create the propaganda film,

and then... questions started
to be asked about the footage?

And Bishop decided to erase
anyone who knew it was fiction.

And he knew the victim's vulnerabilities.

If Bishop's looking to erase

anyone who knows about the film,

we've just put ourselves on his hit list.

_

Lizzie located Bishop.

She thinks he's the next victim.

Oh, why doesn't she answer her phone?

She may be out of range.

Bishop's safe house would be remote.

I know how to find her.

- Nelson Grimes?
- ‭Yes.

Detective Needham, NYPD.

We think you might be in danger.

- Danger?
- ‭Yes.

Uh... please, come in.

Morocco?

That project was years ago.

Why would someone come after us now?

I'm still trying to figure
that out, but I need

to get you to the local
sheriff's station.

- Sheriff's station?
- ‭Yes.

We need to get you out of here.

Okay. Uh...

Just let me get my stuff together.

I'll call and let them know we're coming.

Cell service is really bad here.

I'm really grateful you came.

Just trying to find my reading glasses.

Give me a sec.

Ready.

It's fresh.

Come on.

Take him alive.

Lizzie!

Lizzie!

Lizzie.

Lizzie, come on.

Come on.

Bishop.

Playing with fire again?

Hello, Julian.

Wake up, Lizzie.

Come on.

You shot Grimes in self-defense.

This is yours. It's clean.

Call an ambulance.

I'm on it.

How did you find me?

Your phone was out of range,
but your tracker wasn't.

What tracker?

Oh.

Doggy GPS.

Maybe being overprotective

isn't such a neurosis after all.

Why does it look like there's two sets

of motorcycle tracks on the path?

Sexy, juicy, spicy.

Again, I'm confused.

This is your idea for a children's book?

No, darling, I'm talking
about my taquitos.

But I will say my idea for the
children's book is brilliant.

By you solving that plushy murder,

you are trending with nine-year-olds

all over the world.

Today, perhaps.

Tomorrow, I'm not so sure.

No, no. You don't understand.

Who's not going to love the idea
of a Dylan Reinhart take

on Encyclopedia Brown, honey?

Picture it.

Little Dylan,

with little glasses

and a tiny tweed suit, sleuthing.

I'm telling you,
it's a whole new demographic.

Yeah, well, tell Scribner
I'll, uh, sleep on it.

You're one of those people
who say, "I'll sleep on it,"

and then you never do.

- Yes.
- ‭Ah.

Well, you will be the death of me.

- I'm sorry, Joan.
- Talking about my taquitos.

All right.

- Any luck?
- ‭No.

You gotta help me with him.

Mm.

Actually, I may have
to help Dylan. One second.

- Hey! Drinks on Andy!
- Hey!

- Hey, how are you, man?
- Good, man.

Hey, look who else is here...

the man of the hour.

You know them?

‭Uh-huh. They're the
guys from the precinct.

- Shut up.
- ‭Mm-hmm.

I'm just gonna go say hi.

You do that.

I'm really sorry.

I-I had no idea they were coming.

I did. I invited them.

Thank you for opening up your life to me.

It means a lot.

Hey. To Doc Reinhart.

Another collar. You're on a roll.

Where's Lizzie?

Hey.

Hey.

Can I do anything?

Almost done.

What does your report say?

Only what I know,
which isn't saying a whole lot.

One of the advantages

of being knocked on the
head with a shovel...

I don't have to tell the truth
'cause I don't actually know it.

Who would have thought

I'd be so good at writing fiction?

Maybe I should write a book.

- Lizzie.
- ‭Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Me, too.

I had a partner who hid things from me.

Maybe he thought it was protecting me.

But I can't be put
in that position again.

I need an honest and open partner.

You should not have
taken off without backup.

You should've returned your phone call.

You should never have
been there in the first place.

Your secrecy put me in danger.

You're right.

This is on me.

I left the CIA not just because
of the risk of losing my life,

but of losing my relationship.

I know what it's like
to compartmentalize.

I lived it.

I saw how destructive it can be.

I will not do that again.

I have to trust you.

You can.

Everyone's at Andy's bar.

You want to go?

Do they allow dogs?

I know the owner.

I could talk to him.

What do you say, Gary?