What/If (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - full transcript

♪ What a difference a day made ♪

♪ Twenty-four little hours ♪

♪ Brought the sun and the flowers ♪

♪ Where there used to be rain ♪

♪ My yesterday was blue, dear ♪

♪ Today I'm a part of you, dear ♪

♪ My lonely nights are through, dear ♪

♪ Since you said you were mine ♪

♪ Lord, what a difference a day makes ♪

♪ There's a rainbow before me ♪

♪ Skies above can't be stormy ♪



♪ Since that moment of bliss ♪

♪ That thrilling kiss ♪

♪ It's heaven when you ♪

♪ Find romance on your menu ♪

♪ What a difference a day made ♪

♪ And the difference is you ♪

You deserve a day off.

Day off?

I do not understand these words you speak.

You've been working 24/7
on your clinical trials for weeks.

All you can do now is wait
for the results. Just take the day.

- I could unpack some of those boxes.
- No!

Not unpack.

Relax.



I'll be right back. Don't move.

Coming.

And this is when I say,
"I hope I'm not disturbing you."

And when I say, "Not at all."

Why do you ask?

Impressive.

Wow, I love the furniture.

We're going for cardboard chic.

Hmm.

Maybe your pants are in one of those.
Just saying.

Please tell me you're not here
to drag Lisa to Emigen.

You're here to drag Lisa to Emigen.

I wouldn't have had to if she'd been
answering her phone.

I'm either abjectly discouraged
or over-the-moon ecstatic

to say what I have to show her
really can't wait.

The results came in?

As you know, in phase two of the trials,

we were hoping that the test subjects
in Haplogroup B...

Stage four patients with historically
resistant immune blockers...

...would respond favorably
to Emigen modified drug protocols

in a statistically meaningful way.

But what the results show...

Is that Emigen tailored treatments

created efficacy bumps

in one hundred percent

of our non-placebo test subjects
in Haplogroup B.

So instead of maximizing
drug treatments for the few,

Lisa's discovery
has the potential to help...

Everyone with access to it.

With proper positioning,
Emigen will single-handedly

revolutionize the healthcare industry.

You made a very wise investment,
Miss Montgomery.

Congratulations, Lisa.
This is an extraordinary accomplishment.

You too, Avery.

You saw potential here before anyone else.

A discovery this significant

deserves to be celebrated

and boasted about.

As such...

I'd like you both to attend
my annual détente this evening.

The détente?

Holy shit.

What am I missing?

Every year,
Anne hosts a black tie gathering

of elite rivals
at the tops of their fields:

politics, finance, tech.

All amid the backdrop
of an historical battle.

I'm guessing the French Revolution.

Très bien.

It's as legendary as it is exclusive.

Lisa?

Yes, I will be there.

It's an honor.

Here you go, man.

Hey.

Morning, sunshine.

If you're already oversleeping,
how's it gonna be when the baby comes?

Bro, I'm not oversleeping.

I'm oversexing.

I forgot how much
of a hot mess this pregnancy thing is.

Last month, Ang could barely
take the sight of me.

Now, my woman is freaky.

I thought your trademark grin
was a bit toothier than usual.

Yeah, right back at you, smiley.
Something you wanna share?

Let's just say life is good, finally.

Well, couldn't be better timing
with our ten-year reunion next weekend.

Are you still hosting the OG group?

Actually, now that you live in a palace

and our second bedroom
is officially a DIY baby room,

I was kind of hoping
you might offer up your place.

Unless you think Maddie
might stir up trouble.

No reason to.

I haven't heard from her
since she cashed that check.

Maybe she's finally found
a little happiness too.

Yo, Chief Dalton in the house.

Sit down, probies.

Lieutenant Hall got called away

and asked me to deliver
your midterm evaluations.

Beginning with, in her words,

"Ain't Shit Sean."

Ain't Shit Sean, get up here.

- Life was good.
- Yep.

Your performance on the written
combined with last week's field scores,

has inspired Lieutenant Hall
to assign you a brand new nickname.

Please be advised that Ain't Shit Sean

shall here to for be known as...

Hot Shit Sean.

You're the top of the class, Donovan.

What?

Give my man a hand! What?

Yeah!

That means things just got
that much harder for the rest of you.

Ranking's are posted in the hall.

Now off your asses.

There's hoses to haul
and ladders to climb.

Hey, Hot Shit Sean.

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Mr. Jonathan Dent?

In all the years we've known each other,
not once have you been early for nothing.

Uh, Blondie reunion, RFK Stadium, 1997.

Oof! I stand corrected.

Did you really admit a mistake?

I guess we've both changed.

- Holy shit.
- Oh.

This is a far cry from our
Sugar Hill studio on West 147th Street.

Yeah. What is that John Updike quote?

"The true New Yorker secretly believes

that people living anywhere else

have to be, in some sense, kidding."

Well the joke's on Updike, apparently.

Yeah.

Santa Maria! This must be Marcos.

Morning. Welcome to San Francisco.

You are even more adorable
than your pictures.

I hate him already.

JD, Marcos, Marcos,

the notorious Diamond Johnny Dent.

Nice to finally meet you.

For the record,
nobody has called me Diamond Johnny

since the club scene days.

Since we're going in on call-outs,
you should know that

when your man was my man,
he came with a nickname too.

"Lionel the Train Turner."

Because I was always riding the six.

The six, the eight,
the nine and a half.

Don't go calling out my scandals, JD.

Marco is still just a lamb in the woods.

We're definitely working
on taming some of those wolves.

Oh, the student's become the master.

What's with the suit, babe? I was hoping
you'd come out trolling the city with us.

The judge agreed to squeeze a hearing
on my Mendoza ICE case

onto his docket this morning.

There's a shot he might get released.

I'm thrilled for you and Mr. Mendoza.
I know this case means a lot to you.

- Call us when you're done?
- Of course.

Okay, then, you go make the world
safe for democracy.

While the Train and I head out
to push his limits.

- No. No!
- Yes.

- Wanna know what I'm thinking?
- Always.

A great surgeon has to have the heart
of a lion and the hands of a woman.

I've been impressed
with your work lately, Dr. Harris.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Ian's fine.
- Can I talk to you?

- I'm about to do rounds.
- It'll only take a minute.

I'll be right back, Dr. Harris.

I need you to put me back
on surgical rotation.

- Are you not on it?
- You know I'm not.

I haven't been on the schedule
for over a month now.

Hmm.

- Out of sight out of mind, I guess.
- Look, Ian. I know I bruised your ego.

But we're both adults.

I made a choice and it wasn't you.

Simple as that.

Yes. Can we be reasonable?

I am being reasonable.

The reason why you aren't
on the schedule isn't personal.

It's professional.

You simply haven't been up to par.

No one in that group
works harder than I do.

I'll be sure to add insubordinate
next to inadequate

in my final evaluation.

Let's go.

Fuck.

I've gone dark and deep.

I have read all the materials published by

or about the witch in both pixels and ink,

every last bit of information
about Anne Montgomery

traces back to the same source:
Anne Montgomery.

It's the most ingenious public relations
camouflage I've ever seen.

There's so many conflicting narratives
about who she is, where she's been,

who she's associated with,

that none of the stories seem to stick.

And get this, I can't find
a single actual human

who is willing or able
to verify any of her stories

before she started her Capital Group
in 1998.

What is that thing you always say
about science and evidence?

"The absence of evidence
is not evidence of absence."

- Carl Sagan.
- Exactly.

One minute Anne Montgomery doesn't exist.

Then all the sudden,
she hits Silicon Valley like a comet,

this major player
having never climbed the ranks.

Essentially, you're saying
after a month of exhaustive research,

all you've been able to unearth
is more questions?

Yeah.

The two biggest being:
who was Anne Montgomery

before she was Anne Montgomery,
and where'd all this money come from?

I guarantee you those answers are gonna
give us what we need to bring her down.

Am I boring you?

No.

What's this?

Analytics from the clinical trial.

Holy shit. It works.

Better than works.

It's incontrovertible.

Then figuring out how to sideline Anne
is more important than ever.

Anne is the woman
that made all this possible.

No, Lisa.

We are the women who made this possible.

Five years ago.

At this table.

I know. But...

Emigen was dead in the water
without Anne's investment.

She set me up, Lisa, ruined me.

And you promised me
we were going to fix this.

Well, it's bigger than us.

Look at that data.

Who are you right now?

I want you to stop looking into her.

What number do you think is fair?

To stop me from trying to save my job?

And now, apparently, your soul?

Zero, Lisa, no number.

Christ, you're turning into her.

I'm only thinking of Emigen.

Yes. And you know what I'm thinking?
Go fuck yourself.

Cassidy? Cass?

I thought you had me there.

Who says chivalry is dead?

You did, I believe, followed by
something like, "It's about time."

Well, I guess every dog
eventually has his day in the sun.

It's the evening
that concerns this particular dog.

Believe you said the wager
was an invite to your détente.

I honor all my bets.

Foster?

Oh, after a decade of snubbing...

I'm quite curious
to see what all the fuss is about.

Well, let's hope my little soirée
lives up to your expectations.

You always exceed expectations.

I might catch you later, Lurch.

You let him win.

What's it they say?

"Lose the battle...

win the war."

They also say, "The most powerful warriors
are patience and time."

I think you mean timing.

Restraint is a virtue
I no longer wish to embrace.

Don't worry, Doctor,
we're going to report this.

There she is.

What? You think I did that?

- Hey.
- Hey.

What do you know about Anne Montgomery?

Anne's whip-smart,

fearless,

has uncanny instincts
about people's intrinsic value.

Obviously...

I know what she's like, I'm asking
if anyone really knows who she is.

Verifiable data about where she came from,
how she got her start.

Why does it matter?

Because...

if Emigen was funded by,
I don't know, mob money

or the Taliban, I'd like to know.

Most of what I've heard
about Anne's origins is...

far more vague and far less sinister.

Mostly cyber folklore.

Apparently, most of the online rumors
were spread by her very own bots.

Not this one.

Years ago, Gage had drinks with the
retiring director at the Bank of London.

She clerked under him for a summer,
and he offered her a full-time position.

But she didn't take the job?

Apparently, a private multinational
investor got hold of her first.

Who?

That's as far as the story goes.

You seem to be focusing your energy
on something that's, frankly, irrelevant.

Thank you for the advice, Avery.

I will focus my energy where I see fit.

Where you see fit?

Or where Cassidy sees fit?

Lisa, why are you in touch with someone
who blatantly stole from you?

Because she didn't steal for me.

Lisa, she admitted it right to my face,
even paid the money back.

I paid the money back.

- Why?
- Anne wanted Cassidy gone from day one.

I think I know why.

She correctly predicted that Cassidy
would always be loyal to me, not her.

Which is also why...

she readily agreed to let me hire you.

When push comes to shove,

she's banking that you'll ally yourself
with her above me.

If my loyalty lay with Anne...

I could have easily told her I saw
that call come from Cassidy this morning.

I told you instead.

Danny? Danny, hold up a second.

What do you want, Ruiz?

I just heard you asked the judge
to push the Hector Mendoza hearing.

Government's dropped a caseload the size
of an aircraft carrier on my plate.

This is Hector's third stay.

Did you not see his wife and children
in that courtroom,

terrified their sole breadwinner's
going to be deported?

Maybe them too?

It's only nine days. Don't worry,
your client's gonna get a fair hearing.

Nine more days in jail and Hector's family
is gonna be evicted from their apartment.

Maybe they'll find affordable housing
in Mexico.

You're a heartless prick, Danny.

Better heartless than feckless.
Grow up, little Marcos.

Ooh!

Sorry about that. He's very friendly.

It's okay.

- Sean Donovan?
- Yes.

I'm Detective Chan, SFPD. May I come in?

Uh... sure. Sorry about the mess.

We're still moving in. Go on, Castro!

How well did you know
a woman named Madeline Carter?

Maddie? Um...

I was her high school boyfriend.

We dated for a few years after that.

Wait, you said how well did I know her.

I'm sorry to inform you,
Madeline passed away last month.

What?

- How?
- Heroin overdose.

Took a few weeks to run her labs
and prints, locate next of kin.

Well, Maddie was raised
by her grandma in Stockton.

Also deceased.

Finally tracked down
a cousin in Flagstaff.

They're making arrangements
to collect her remains.

How can I help?

We're just tying up loose ends
before closing out the case.

According to phone records,
you were the last person

she reached out to the night she died.

- I was?
- You don't remember hearing from her?

I...

was with my wife,
I didn't answer the call.

She didn't leave a message?

No.

Don't beat yourself up.

Most of the time, there's no telling when
or how it goes wrong for girls like that.

Twice as hard to fix it.

In case you need to reach out.

Sean, you back?

Hey. You're home already.

Please tell me it's not because
you failed the written test.

It's not.

You passed?

That's amazing.

- How did Anne respond to your news?
- A little too well.

She wants me at this insane
Legion of Doom dinner

where they all plot and plan
the future of humanity tonight.

Don't worry, you're off the hook.

No, take me with you.

Really?

Okay.

I guess this means the honeymoon is over.

Honeymoon?

Thought you and I
really had a future ahead of us.

Couple of French bulldogs,

handful of gaybies,
second house in Palm Desert.

Last time I saw you,
I was pretending to be your wife.

So the man I assume you will one day
marry can sell the house or something.

- Sorry, I'm...
- Buzzed.

Obviously.

How long have you been here?

Too long.

Where's your man?

With his man.

Former man, whatever.

Last thing I heard,
they were on their way to a nude beach.

Fun.

Maybe for guys like you.

What does that mean?

It means not everyone sees the world
as one big self-indulgent sex party.

Some of us are trying to actually do
something meaningful with our lives.

I'm sorry I'm such a dick.

You're not a dick.

You're drunk.

Come on.

- Let me call you a ride.
- No.

The last thing Lionel needs to see

is what a fucked up mess
he's saddled himself with.

Especially after a fun naked day
with his ex.

Obviously.

They're a way better match.

Hey. It's Kevin.

Angela, please, come in.

Uh, I guess this has something to do

with the graffiti incident
that happened in the locker room.

Whatever anybody told you,

I had nothing to do with it.

And I want very much to believe that.

But...

in addition to the complaints
from your fellow residents,

the chief of surgery leveled some pretty
serious allegations against you.

What kind of allegations?

For starters, that you've been
aggressively pursuing

a romantic relationship with him
in spite of his rebukes.

Aggressively pursuing?

We had a consensual affair.

I broke it off about a month ago.

Dr. Evans also believes you're suffering
from prenatal manic depression,

and says you're using false claims
of the paternity to try to trap him.

Oh, my God.

This is my husband's child I am carrying.

I never claimed otherwise.

He's lying.

Do you have emails?

Texts, voice mails to support your story?

No, I erased them all when I ended it.

What about witnesses
or contemporaneous notes?

Without verifiable data, I'm afraid
this is going to quickly devolve

into a he-said-she-said arbitration.

So what are you suggesting?

Dr. Evans was civil enough
to withhold filing

an official claim until tomorrow morning.

So...

if you choose to abdicate
your surgical residency today,

there would be no official record

of the circumstances
under which you had to leave.

You'd be free
to pursue other opportunities.

Other opportunities?

Do you have any idea
how much I had to sacrifice

to earn this opportunity?

Where I come from?

How hard I had to work to get here?

Look, I made a mistake

and I regret it deeply.

But I do not deserve to lose everything

because this man's lies outweigh my truth.

I sympathize with you, Angela.

I really do.

But unfortunately,
the truth only matters when...

when it can be proven.

Well...

I'm gonna prove it.

Oh. No, thank you.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

You're a new face.

Handsome too.

Dinara Sokolov.

Oh, wow, you led the team that identified
the first hybrid human remains

in the Altai Mountains.

Shall I consider you friend or foe?

Consider me humbled.

I climbed one mountain, once.

No profound discoveries to speak of,

unless you count personal enlightenment.

I do.

Happy détente.

Denara Sokolov, Lisa Ruiz-Donovan.

Also a genetic scientist.

Then you must be my rival.

Tonight we're all equals, right?

- This is my husband, Sean.
- Hi.

I never caught your name.

Avery Watkins. He's single.

Yes, very.

I'll find you.

Sean, would you mind getting us drinks?

Uh, what if the bartender is my rival?

Be the bigger man, let him pour.

Avery, I'm sorry about earlier.

Anne has gotten in my head again.

I believe that your interests
in Emigen are genuine.

And I believe that Cassidy
may have been railroaded.

I called the personal banker
who dealt with the forged check.

Number was disconnected.

No record of it.

Still collecting on the bet, I see.

Ah. Gage Scott's here. This is not good.

It's a détente, they're rivals.

Gage and Anne are not rivals.

They're sworn enemies.

Forging an accord now
can only mean one thing:

Gage doesn't have something Anne wants,

he has something she needs.

Excuse me.

There you go, babe.

You used to rail
about being left off this list.

Now you're here,
pretending like it's no big deal.

I know it has to gnaw
at that charred little soul of yours

that Anne's about to take
a company you passed on,

to heights you were too arrogant
to imagine.

And as for Anne...

the only reason she could
possibly have wanted you here

is to gloat.

You know what gnaws at my charred soul?

It's juvenile hubris.

Hmm.

Already packed up, huh?

Oh.

You look upset.

Was it a rough day in the office?

It's never easy when things don't
turn out the way we hope, right?

If it's any consolation,
young Dr. Harris isn't...

anywhere near the intellectual challenge
you were, but...

guess they all can't be
top of the class now, can they?

You'll always be
my biggest disappointment, Angela.

Guess we both have to live with that.

Ian?

Isn't there anything I can do to make you
change your mind about that report?

You think you have what it takes
to change a mind like mine?

Right here, right now?

Well, maybe not right here, maybe...

on the rooftop for old-time sake where...

we can make love in the stairway

like we did
the first time you pulled me in.

You want a second chance
at making attending in this hospital?

It's gonna take a lot more
than a one-off pity fuck.

What will it take, Ian?

End your marriage.

Admit that you made a grievous error

choosing that pustule of a man over me.

Or is he really worth flushing
your entire career down the toilet?

Todd is worth that
and a whole lot more, you asshole.

Fuck you!

What a waste.

Rivalry...

the most powerful force

in human history.

Twenty-five hundred years ago,
the cities of Athens and Sparta fought

for supremacy over ancient Greece,
and the result...

was the greatest leap forward
in civilization...

that the world has ever seen.

A few of you remember
that great conflict was the backdrop

for my first détente ten years ago.

And though the guest list
continues to evolve,

one truth remains:

great progress has always been driven

by dedicated adversaries.

None of us would have achieved
our allotted positions

without our own rivalries.

But once a year, it's important

to set aside our battles

and enjoy each other's efforts.

Even when those efforts
are meant to destroy each other.

So raise your glasses...

to rivalry.

To rivalry.

- One more shot.
- Last one, then I'm cutting you off.

Speaking of cutting off,
Lionel stopped calling.

What did you expect?
You weren't picking up.

I stopped picking up
because he's with John.

Wait, I'm sorry.

Johnny Diamond.

Should have seen them...
finishing each other's sentences,

sharing all that history.

You're jealous.

It's natural.

I'm not jealous.

But, I mean,
who stays friends with their exes?

- I do.
- Not me.

Once I break up with a guy...

...it's over.

Oh, you've broken up with a lot of guys?

I haven't broken up with anybody.

If I did, I'd cut them
out of my life like a tumor.

Wow. That's...

really unhealthy.

You are.

Marcos, I have a rule in life
that I intend to keep:

never argue with drunk lawyers.

That is a solid axiom, Kevin.

The cavalry has arrived.

Marcos, what happened to you today?

Oh, nothing. Just ruined the lives
of another innocent family.

It's a specialty of mine.

Fuck. You lost the Mendoza case.

They didn't even get a hearing,
which I'd have told you

if you hadn't been sunburning
your ass off with your...

perfectly matched ex-boyfriend.

You must be Johnny Diamond.

You must be Kevin.

I have heard specifically good things.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet all of you.

Okay, I'm going to get him home.

Good call.

I think I'm gonna stay,
hang out with this beautiful man here.

Also a good call.

Text me in the morning,
let me know everything's okay.

You got it. And thanks for picking up
my boy's phone. I owe you one.

Ain't love grand?

As we await the final course,

I would like to shine a light
on a very special person at the table.

My most promising discovery,

of this, or frankly any other year,

and a woman who will surely occupy

her rightful place at this gathering
for many years to come,

Ms. Lisa Ruiz-Donovan,

CEO and founder
of Emigen Molecular Sequencing.

Please stand up, Lisa.

Uh...

No. Thank you, Anne... Miss Montgomery.

That was very kind and unexpected.

Indulge our guests with an introduction
to your important work, if you would.

My dad wasn't a scientist but...

he loved solving puzzles.

And his favorite were the word jumbles
that came out in the local paper.

And when my dad got stuck,
he would enlist my help.

It really taught me the joys
of figuring things out.

It was my joy...

with our ability...

...individual immune cell blockers,

we have the opportunity...

to customize medications
for every unique immune system.

Thank you, Lisa.

Please, everyone, feel free to stretch
and mingle before the final course.

Stay here.

Hello, Liam.

Didn't say, "What a pleasant surprise."

I know when my presence
is not appreciated.

Nonsense.

I'd understood you had plans
to remain in South Africa for the season.

Plans change, not that I need tell you.

Had I known you'd be in town,

I would have scheduled
this ridiculous event for another night.

Tell me, what exactly is your play

with this biotech venture?

You said it was a lark.

Now you're splashing your little protégé
across the marquee

like the opening of a Broadway musical.

Pet project, nothing more.

Just as you're my pet project.

Or could it be you've forgotten
who forged you?

Have I not fulfilled
my end of the bargain?

You have more money and power
than everyone at that table.

And you believe you've given me that?

What I've given you is anonymity.

There's no price on that.

Living among the shadows
is not as romantic as it sounds.

I wouldn't know.

Don't pretend you don't relish
this masquerade of yours.

I remember when you came to me,

a live-wire of ambition and fury.

It was me who taught you
to harness that energy,

gave you the tools, the money,

and the connections
to become what you've become.

And I am forever grateful.

Are you?

Do you doubt that?

If I did, this conversation
would not be nearly as pleasant.

Rest assured, if ever I do discover

you've been crafting an exit plan,

I'll make sure you arrive
at your destination of choice in pieces.

Au revoir, mon chaton.

Pardon me. I'm so sorry.

No, it was my fault.

I was looking for Anne.

Uh, she's up in her study.

Always working, am I right?

Always. I'm Lisa Donovan.

You one of the rivals tonight?

No, I'm not part of the jet set.

I'm her Uncle Dave from back east.

She's been helping me out with a bill
since I got laid off last winter.

Anne can be so generous.

She tells me I'm her favorite.

Maybe she only says that to me.

You know, she never mentioned family.

I always thought Anne was an anomaly.

She's definitely that.

Dave?

Would it be all right with you if I...

reached out?

I'm collecting stories about Anne
for when she's honored

at the Women of Influence Awards
next month.

It would be great
to have family prospective.

Another award, eh?

She really is a gem, isn't she?

And let's keep this just between us.

It's meant to be a surprise.

Sure.

I met your Uncle Dave.

Nice man.

Old friend of my father's.

Long before he died. Not blood.

It's easier to write the man checks
than watch him flail.

What are you doing in here?

That's the question I've come to ask you.

What am I doing at this party?

Exactly what I told you.

We're boasting about your success.

To what end?

Emigen had a nice win,

but actually getting us to market
is anything but guaranteed.

Why don't you give me your theory
since you clearly seem to have one.

My theory is you need additional capital
to shore up your interests,

and that this party is just your way
of fishing for fresh cash.

Maybe Uncle Dave is an old family friend.

Maybe he's a reclusive investor.

Maybe that's why Gage Scott is here too.

Maybe I'm simply relishing
that Gage Scott passed on you.

Seems petty.

Not your style.

Pettiness is a guilty pleasure of mine.

No. What I'm picking up is fear.

Something has you off your game.

Careful where you tread, Lisa.

There's only one reason why I've chosen
to make such a public show of faith

in you and your company.

Because I trust you.

Isn't that clear by now?

I need to speak with you.

Haven't we said everything
that needs to be said?

Maddie Carter's dead.

Oh.

And?

Are you accusing me of something?

No, but, uh...

Maddie was an addict.
She died of a drug overdose.

Then what do you want from me?

I wanna know what "at any cost"
means to you.

How many more people need to be hurt
before you get what you want?

You tell me, Sean.

I won't leave Lisa.

Not ever,
and I won't break the contract, either.

Then like I said,

we have nothing more to discuss.

But what about pragmatism?

Well, this oughta be good.

You said it yourself,

told all these people Lisa's your most
important discovery of the year.

All the work she's done to convince you
she's worth your investment,

she did while married to me.

Under the worst stress imaginable.

You made it clear you have the power
to toss me to the wolves,

but why do that when things are going
as well as they are for you?

Me and Lisa's life
isn't a detriment to her

or to Emigen.

Anne, it's the opposite.

If success is truly
your only endgame here, then...

why not let me help you achieve that?

You've given me a lot
to think about, Sean.

You make a compelling case.

I'll consider it.

Thank you.

All in all...

a very entertaining evening,

that insipid Emigen pitch aside.

Oh.

I know why
you want me here tonight, Anne.

I lost a bet?

You can take me at fencing
with both hands tied behind your back.

You used our rivalry as foreplay.

Foreplay to what?

Well, business, of course.

Hmm.

Why don't you just speak your terms?

How much?

Behind this little game of yours, hm?

I don't want your money.

I want you to sue me.

You need anything?

Water? Aspirin?

Bucket?

You going back out?

No, I'm not going back out.

What about John?

John can fend for himself.

You still love him, don't you?

Yes.

And I always will. John...

John saved my life.

What?

After I got outed in high school...

my family threw me out on the street.

I took a bus from Lafayette, Indiana...

to the West Village.

Did you know anyone?

Didn't know no one, nothing.

Until I passed by a theater...

where John was...

putting up a sign board,
he was the lighting designer.

He offered to let me help out backstage
doing costumes...

building sets.

John made me feel seen.

That's his special gift.

He'd shine a light on the people
who need it the most.

And for a young...

queer...

country...

black boy...

that was everything.

Why didn't it work out between you?

Who says it didn't work out?

John and I were meant to be friends.

You and I...

are meant to be forever.

I need you, Lionel.

I need you so much it terrifies me.

You have nothing to be scared of.

You are my man.

And that is an honor
I do not take lightly.

I'm happy John saw you.

For both our sake.

I'm happy you were seen.

I see you too, you know?

I take it you were able
to assuage our uninvited guest.

Mm-hmm.

Sean Donovan...

continues to show up
regardless of invitation.

I wasn't talking about Sean.

- I know you weren't.
- So...

what's next?

I'll continue to expedite my extraction.

To that end.

Hmm.

Things could get dangerous very quickly.

No, things have always been dangerous.

So long as she continues to play
her part, no harm will come to her.

What about you?

I'm prepared for what's to come...

either way.

And the boy?

He has me convinced.

He'll never leave her.

Good night, Foster.

Stockton PD.

Hello.

I'd like to provide a tip about a murder
that happened in the alley

outside the Batter's Box Tavern in 2012...

and a connection...

to the recent death of a young girl
from a heroin overdose.

Please hold
while I connect you to Homicide.

Of course.