- Good morning, Mr. Gabe. - Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Morgan. - Good morning.
Uh, hey, my car's on the fritz again.
Do you mind if I grab a ride to work with you?
I'd love to, but I'm on the other side of town.
No, you're not. You're at your apartment.
You're in the hallway, aren't you, Morgan?
- Hi. - Hi.
Ludo's driving the kids to school, and you are on the way,
- so I just had him drop me off. - Mmm.
Hope that's okay. Can I come in?
No, no, no.
- What do you got going on in there? - Nothing. I'm just getting ready.
And lying about where you are.
Is that Lucia?
Well, well, well, well, well.
- Morgan, can we not do this? - Do what?
Okay, all right, you win. Let me just say hi real quick.
I will give you a ride to work if you wait out here in the hallway
until I'm finished getting ready, otherwise start walking.
- Are you serious? - Mm-hmm.
Fine.
Oh. I actually grabbed those for the two of us, but that's fine.
- You can ask three questions. - Why only three?
- Is that your first question? - Sto… Don't do that.
I knew you were gonna do that. No, okay, fine.
Is that the first time she slept over?
- No. Mm-mmm. - No?
Okay. Um…
I mean, how does it feel, you know, is it comfortable? Is it kind of strange?
That's obviously all one question.
Honestly, both.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
It's weird how comfortable it is.
- Huh. - Yeah.
Are you happy?
Yes. Yeah.
Good. You deserve to be happy.
So when are we all hanging out? You want me to invite you guys over for dinner?
We can see how she is with kids.
Mmm. Yeah, the question and answer portion of our morning has ended.
You know, I'm friends with a lot of people
in the LAPD.
I can very easily bypass you and get her number myself.
Okay.
Soto's sending us to a crime scene in Crestwood Hills.
Oh. Whew. Rush hour.
Well, know what that means. We got a lot more time to chitchat.
Yay.
Wow.
It's like a hobbit built a spaceship.
Victim's name is Gabe Rafferty. Fifty-five. Housekeeper found him.
ME says he's been dead since sometime last night.
This guy was 55?
Wow. Whatever he was doing, sign me up.
Besides the stabbing.
It's an odd choice of murder weapon. Could be symbolic.
Or convenient.
They're called phurbas.
They are Tibetan symbols of health and protection against evil.
- Didn't work. - Yeah.
Someone found a different way to use it.
- Looks like he was into samadhi. - What's that?
- Deep meditation. - Mmm.
Went through a yoga thing once.
Oh. How'd that go?
Okay.
- I won. - You don't win yoga, Morgan.
Not with that attitude, you don't.
No defensive wounds on the body. No forced entry.
Housekeeper said the alarm was still set when she got here.
I'd wonder if the killer laid in wait,
but if this was premeditated, they'd have brought a weapon.
And if it was a crime of passion, there would be signs of a fight,
so neither one really makes sense.
- The victim's phone. - Thank you.
Someone named Renata Carlino really wanted to get in touch with him.
Thirty-five missed calls today.
- I need to see him! - You can't go there.
- Oh. Oh, no. - Come on.
Let me guess. Renata?
I've been Gabe's assistant for eight years.
So, you have access to the house 24/7?
Yes, anyone who works here has a unique passcode they enter when they come and go.
And is the system gonna say that you were here last night?
I've been out of town since Monday.
On Catalina Island for my sister's wedding.
I didn't have any service until the ferry got back to LA this morning,
and as soon as it did, I checked Gabe's biodata,
and that's when I saw he didn't have any.
- You checked his biodata? - Through the GeneGevity app.
That's Gabe's company.
You can share vitals with other users in your circle.
I checked Gabe's every morning.
Seems very intimate for an employer-employee relationship.
Well, we were so much more.
Not… Not like that.
When I met Gabe, I was struggling.
I… I'd just lost my mom
and all my master's degree ever did for me was land me in a ton of debt.
- What'd you get your degree in? - 19th-century art and textiles.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Well, everything changed after I went to one of Gabe's seminars.
He was so charismatic and alive.
His mission inspired me to stop feeling sorry for myself
and make the most of my life, and I've been working for him ever since.
What exactly was his mission?
Life extension.
GeneGevity is a pioneer in gene hacking.
Gabe believed that with the right diet,
exercise and self-care, we could bypass the bad genes
and amp the good ones to slow down the aging process
until eventually it stops altogether.
Gabe made himself the living proof.
He was showing the world that it worked.
In other words, the guy who was trying to live forever just got murdered.
I wasn't just given the name Healthiest Man on Earth.
I earned it.
Here at GeneGevity, we strive to create ethical science-backed practices
tailored to you and your individual needs.
We believe you have a long life ahead of you.
Live it well.
No, no. This is the kind of thing that drives me nuts.
We're all supposed to think that we can live like this guy.
He's got a sauna and a staff.
Give me Gabe's time and money, and I'll live it well too.
Says the woman with Fun Dip in her purse.
"Biohack Your Workouts."
"Your Refrigerator is Your Medicine Cabinet."
"The One Gut Worm Everyone is Talking About."
Oh. Click on that one.
You know, I did a GeneGevity juice cleanse once and I felt great after.
I even considered signing up for the program,
but I was not comfortable sending in bio samples.
- What's a bio sample? - It comes off of you or out of you.
GeneGevity wants you to pop it in the mail and send it on in.
- Moving on. - You don't want to talk about poop?
Nope, enemies.
Other than the postal service, I'm assuming,
who else might have had an issue with old Gabe?
Pharmaceutical CEOs and doctors all spoke out against GeneGevity,
but GeneGevity has done a lot of good for a lot of people.
That's why his users are all fanatical.
Actually, not all of Gabe's customers were fans.
I did a public record search.
In the last few months,
GeneGevity and Gabe were being sued by a woman named Siobhan McBreyer.
- What did she sue them for? Huh. - Child support.
We haven't seen anything about Gabe having a child.
If he was keeping the child a secret
and McBreyer's lawsuits weren't getting her anywhere,
- she may have been mad enough to kill. - Mmm.
A secret love child and revenge murder.
It's like a telenovela.
Invite her in for a chat.
Oz is taking a day off, right? You mind going through Gabe's videos solo?
Let's see if there's any other secrets he's hiding.
You got it.
You wanna check out this gut worm video first?
Ugh.
Excuse me. We're having a memorial for my father here in a few days,
but his headstone still hasn't been installed.
I'm sorry about that. Are you sure it was ordered?
Yeah, my mother said she ordered it months ago.
We install the monuments the day we receive them.
You might want to check on that order.
Thanks.
Assistant's alibi checks out.
Spoke to multiple guests who saw Renata at her sister's wedding.
Oh.
Siobhan McBreyer's here.
And she's off our suspect list.
- We don't know that. - We don't?
She's about a thousand months pregnant,
and you think she got the jump on the healthiest man alive?
Yeah, no.
Ms. McBreyer, thanks for coming in.
I'm Detective Karadec. This is our consultant, Morgan Gillory.
We understand you are suing Gabe Rafferty?
Did he sic you on me?
Because I am within my rights to mail him
as many notices as I want until he responds.
Well, that's not why we brought you in.
Mr. Rafferty's dead.
Oh.
Of course he's dead. It's great, it's great.
What happened to him? Hmm? Was it painful?
Please tell me it was painful.
Uh, it looked like it was probably painful. Yeah.
You don't seem very upset for someone who just lost the father of her unborn child.
Well, Gabe's not the father. I never met the guy.
But you're suing him for child support?
He wasn't the baby's dad, but he's still responsible for her.
What does this have to do with child support?
My ex-husband didn't want kids.
I took the precautions, and they worked until nine months ago,
and Andy accused me of doing it on purpose.
So, he left?
Yeah. He was long gone before I even thought to check the pills from GeneGevity
'cause that's when I saw that the multivitamin was different
from the originals the company sent.
GeneGevity changed the pills and didn't tell you?
They switched manufacturers to a cheaper one that used different ingredients.
Did they add St. John's wort to this new one?
Mm-hmm.
- And what is that? - It's an herb.
People take it for depression or skin irritations,
but it has a lot of drug interactions,
including messing up your birth control pills,
which I'm assuming are those precautions you're talking about.
Yeah. And the company stopped taking my calls.
So I needed to get their attention somehow.
So you sued them for child support.
First the company, then Gabe.
I didn't think I would win, but I'd hoped to get him into court
so that I could talk to him face to face, appeal to his humanity.
Look, I didn't kill Gabe.
I was furious with him, but not enough to risk having this baby born in prison.
Whoa.
You know there's a more comfortable couch right over here.
- Why don't you go sit down? - Thanks. Thank you.
What the hell was Gabe thinking?
Herbal drug interactions are no joke, and he would know that.
And for what?
So his billion-dollar company could save a few hundred grand?
Well, maybe his company wasn't as flush with money as we thought.
Let's pay GeneGevity a little visit.
Place doesn't look like it's hurting for money.
Mmm.
- Ooh. Don't eat those. - Why?
Bio samples.
Why so close?
I'm sorry, GeneGevity is closed to visitors today.
We've suffered a loss.
That's why we're here.
We need to speak to whoever's in charge of GeneGevity's finances.
That was Gabe.
Our board might be able to help, but they're currently occupied.
They've gathered to share reflections and grieve as a family.
Damn it!
- I told you this already! - I don't believe you!
- You have a lot of nerve, you know that? - I have a lot of nerve?
- Yeah, you do. - That's funny…
Suppose every family reflects and grieves in their own way.
- You do this every… - No! Your words, your words.
- You knew what you were doing! - You are delusional!
- The numbers don't lie! - No! But you do!
Excuse me. Detective Karadec, LAPD. How about we all just take a step back?
- Tell me what's going on here. - Happy to.
My dear coworker Leona
is a manipulative resource hog who had my lab programs killed.
I didn't kill your programs, Carter!
If anything, your bloated budget ate mine!
We were this close to a breakthrough!
Please. All those secretive meetings with Gabe,
and then, boom, you get a new MRI machine?
I did not get an MRI machine, but you…
- Oh. - Oh, what?
Neither of you got your equipment, and I think I know why.
You guys familiar with the old phrase "the check's in the mail"?
It's been a way to delay payment since the invention of paper checks.
I'm so sorry. The check's in the mail.
Gabe was taking that old trick one step further.
Check's in the mail.
On paper, he was buying goods but wiring the funds to himself.
I sent it. The check's in the mail.
If the vendors got suspicious, Gabe would just hit him with a…
The check's in the mail.
Gabe kept your department siloed and the finances hidden,
and so you'd blame each other.
Wait, what are you saying? Gabe was embezzling?
We're saying your boss was bleeding GeneGevity dry
one fraudulent transaction at a time.
And if anyone here knew about it, that's motive to kill.
No wonder Gabe never let anyone near the books. GeneGevity's broke.
And you have no idea what he did with the money?
No, this company was his life.
Well, it might have cost him his life.
- Where were the both of you last night? - Here, working.
You can ask our staff.
Neither of us would kill Gabe. We can vouch for each other.
You two were about to kill each other when we walked in.
What's going on with this sudden truce?
'Cause we both care about this company's mission.
Or what was our mission.
When the investors find out about this fraud, they're gonna pull the money.
We're gonna need a list of these investors so that we can…
You guys need to get that?
Uh, we got a video message.
It's from Gabe.
If you're receiving this message, my natural life is over.
Upon my death, hopefully many years from now,
I've instructed my attorneys to share this message of love with you all.
What will follow will be a period of change,
but rest assured, the most important things will remain constant,
and you won't be out at sea without a captain for long.
My successor will be in contact soon.
Live well, my friends.
Weird.
Any idea who this successor might be?
- Mom, you home? - In here.
Why didn't you tell me you were coming?
I would have had some food ready.
- It's okay, I'm not hungry. - Oh. You will eat.
- Oh. By the way, I ran into Nadia… - Hmm?
…and apparently her son wants to be a detective now.
Last week it was podcasts. I can't keep up.
But I told her that he could call you for advice.
Yeah, sure.
I went to the cemetery today.
Anne,
did you order Dad's headstone?
I know losing Dad has been hard, but we've moved the memorial twice already.
If you need me to sort out the headstone, I can do it.
Your father isn't gonna have a headstone.
What do you mean?
There's no money for it.
But you said you used Dad's life insurance to pay for the funeral expenses.
I did. I… Well, I-I-I thought I did.
I-I went to… to meet with the funeral director,
made the arrangements, uh, then there were more costs and…
so many decisions and… I don't know what happened, but…
- Anne. - The… The money is gone.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because I'm embarrassed, and I didn't want you to worry.
So, you thought it was better just to wait for me to find out?
I'm sorry, Lev.
But we can still have the memorial.
Without a headstone?
Dad deserves better than that.
So, your mom called me this morning.
She said you two had a fight, and since you weren't picking up your phone,
she wanted me to see if you were okay.
It wasn't a fight, and I'm fine.
Are you sure?
'Cause, look, it just seems like you…
Daph, I really don't want to talk about it if that's okay.
- Sorry. - Okay.
What do you got for me?
Uh, the financial crimes team looked into GeneGevity's books
and Gabe's personal finances.
Gabe was definitely embezzling from the company,
but he wasn't keeping the money for himself.
No vanity purchases like cars or boats. No gambling debts either.
So, what was he buying?
At first, other companies.
Most of them make sense for him.
Neural brain tech start-ups, software companies, a skincare brand.
Then a year ago he bought a nursing home in Santa Clarita. Brookville Manor.
Since then, all the money he stole went there.
So, a 55-year-old who was healthier than most 25-year-olds
bought a nursing home? For what?
- No idea. - Hmm.
Well, I guess I'm picking up Morgan on my way to Santa Clarita.
Millions of dollars of stolen money spent on this?
I didn't see anything on the website about it being closed,
but this place looks abandoned.
Excuse me.
I'm Detective Karadec. This is Morgan Gillory.
Jesse Lascala.
- Mr. Lascala, did you know Gabe Rafferty? - Yes, I worked for him.
We have reason to believe that Mr. Rafferty was funneling
large sums of money to this facility, but there are no patients here.
Where was the money going exactly?
To the therapy team, physical, occupational speech.
It's why Gabe purchased Brookville Manor.
We have the best specialists and equipment in the country.
He relocated the residents so he could have our full focus.
Okay. Uh, but by all accounts, Gabe was incredibly healthy.
Why would he need therapists?
To help him reach his full human potential.
Oh. What the hell does that mean?
Let me show you.
Are we in a morgue?
I don't think these are actual bodies.
Explain. Quickly.
It's best if Gabe explains for himself.
Gabe?
Gabe, you have visitors.
How wonderful.
Please, join me.
So, how's this work? We supposed to push a button or something?
We can continue on our own, Jesse. Thank you.
Ms. Gillory, Detective Karadec, it's a pleasure to meet you.
How do you know who we are?
I scanned your faces and ran it through facial recognition software.
Mm-mmm. Don't like that.
Now, I'm assuming you're here about my death.
You know you're dead?
Well, I know my physical body is gone, yes, but that doesn't mean that I'm dead.
- No, it does though. - I'm pretty sure it does.
Perhaps at one time that was true, but with advancements in technology,
we can exist far beyond our corporeal reality.
I'm proof of that.
But the lack of a physical presence can be unsettling,
so I'm taking steps to remedy that.
Aha. So that's why the crash test dummies.
I prefer humanoid robot replica.
Hang on, are you trying to put yourself into one of these?
Ugh.
Look.
- Weird. - So this is why you bankrupted GeneGevity?
For some robots?
I regret the steps I had to take to get here.
It's taken more time and resources than I planned,
but my depth of knowledge has the potential to help millions of people.
It would be a waste if it died with me. Now it never will.
What does that mean?
Every email, text, video and book I've ever read
or written was uploaded into this form.
Hang on, are you saying that everything that Gabe knew, you know?
Yes.
Okay.
Um, first question, who killed you?
- I can't answer that. - Shoot.
I can't believe we're doing this.
Okay.
Other than the, uh, users and investors you've defrauded,
did Gabe have any enemies?
I've received a few death threats over the years, none I found serious.
May 2011, December 2015, March 2020, August 2024.
I also received other less directly threatening messages.
I've dropped the list to your phones.
- Really? - We'll look at those.
Meantime, your routine the day you were killed,
was there anything unusual about it?
I assume I followed my normal routine.
Awake at 7:00, self-care protocols, GeneGevity work,
meditation at 9:00 p.m., and then in bed right after.
Well, did you ever go to bed in your meditation room?
No. A strict sleep routine is essential.
That's why the house is set to go into Do Not Disturb mode promptly at 10:15.
10:15? No.
The panel at your house said Do Not Disturb went on at 9:00 p.m.
Why would it be any different on the day you were killed?
My operating system is connected to my home's monitoring system.
Let me check.
My password was used to adjust the Do Not Disturb at 9:05.
So Gabe did change the settings.
No, it wasn't me. I was in the house.
So, are you saying someone accessed the panel remotely? Who?
Let me che… Let me che…
Uh, Jesse, Gabe died.
You're telling me there are no headstone companies
closer to Los Angeles than Italy?
I get that's what she ordered, but I…
You know what, how about I stop by your funeral home after my shift
as a police detective, and then we have a chat?
No, it's not a threat, just a conversation.
- We'll clear this up face to face. - Detective Ozdil. A word, please.
I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I should have stepped out to take that call.
- Won't happen again. - You're not in trouble, Oz.
I'm worried about you.
What's going on?
Okay. Um…
The $20,000 headstone my mother bought for my dad is stuck in a shipping container
in Genoa, racking up export fees she can't pay because the insurance money is gone.
$20,000.
- I don't know what she was thinking. - She probably wasn't thinking.
Not clearly anyway.
It sounds like the funeral home took advantage of her and she was upsold.
It's disgusting.
But unfortunately common. It's not her fault.
It's my fault.
I wasn't there.
My dad, he was always there for us.
After he died, I should have stepped up like he always did, but I just…
My mom had to handle everything.
The paperwork, the funeral, the hospital, all of it alone.
I mean, what kind of son lets that happen?
A grieving one.
When my mom passed, I was lost.
I was suddenly the matriarch of my big, complicated family.
It was a lot.
And the one person I always counted on to get me through
when life got tough was the one that was gone.
How'd you get through it?
The same way you will.
With time.
But healing only happens when you stop inflicting yourself with new wounds.
Yeah.
Thanks, Lieutenant.
So, the robot gave you the lead?
Yes, and I know how that sounds.
Gabe Two gave us a list of digital threats that Gabe received.
Over the past few months, the only person capable
and angry enough to take down the bot was the founder of a startup
that Gabe bought and then shuttered.
A guy named Mika Astor.
You want me to pick him up for boticide? The lieutenant's gonna love that.
Actually, we think that Gabe and Gabe Two's murders were related.
Jesse said when the bot went down,
it looked like when he'd seen Gabe Two being rebooted.
Only a few people have the skill to do that remotely.
Whoever overrode the bot's securities
could've done the same with Gabe's home network.
Okay. I'll bring Mika in and see what he knows.
I've advised my client not to speak.
All questions are to be directed to me.
Wonderful.
Your client owned a company, Chatabelle,
that was sold eight months ago to Gabe Rafferty.
- Is that correct? - Yes.
Chatabelle specialized in a language learning software
for "companion experiences."
In other words, AI virtual girlfriends.
That is so reductive.
I provided a cutting edge invaluable service to thousands of…
Mika.
Gabe bought Chatabelle from you for a hefty price tag.
But then you started harassing him to sell you the company back.
This is a business matter.
Why is Major Crimes so interested?
Gabe Rafferty was recently murdered in his secure home.
Your client had the motive and ability to spoof Gabe's password and enter his house.
That's ridiculous.
Mika's a genius.
He would never throw his life away over something as trivial as one start-up.
You didn't think it was trivial, did you? Chatabelle was important to you.
You wanted it back to right a wrong.
- It was my company. - Mika.
Chatabelle was everything to me.
Gabe said he'd let me come work for him so I could still be a part of it.
But instead he pushed you out.
After he made me sign a noncompete clause.
Five years.
That's a death sentence in this industry.
I brought that stupid bot to life.
And you had every right to take it out.
What about human Gabe? You take him out too?
According to Gabe Two's records, someone accessed the panel at 9:00 p.m.
Why are these plants dying?
Gabe's got plants all over the house. They're as healthy as he is.
What's going on with these?
- Oh. - What'd you do?
Not sure, honestly, but I think whoever was messing
with the Do Not Disturb mode also set it to lock this door.
So somebody wanted to lock Gabe in here. Why?
Maybe they stabbed him, wanted him to bleed out
without any chance of getting help.
Did the ME email you the report?
Yeah. What do you need to know?
Did it say anything about his nasal passages?
Nasal passages showed signs of inflammation. His throat too.
ME seems to think it might have been a reaction
to the steroidal nasal spray he used.
No, it was a reaction to something else.
An intruder didn't stab Gabe. Gabe stabbed himself.
Why would he do that?
Because he preferred it to the alternative.
Dead bugs, scorched plants.
I think I know what happened.
Someone rigged this room to fill with toxic gas
and locked Gabe in here with it.
He tried to get out, but there was no escape.
The symptoms of it must have been excruciating
if Gabe was willing to choose killing himself over his dreams of immortality.
You think the gas was set to go off when the Do Not Disturb was triggered?
And we just triggered it again.
Thanks, Selena.
Soto's sending a team over here to get us out. They'll be here soon.
- How soon? - As quickly as possible.
Well, that's not fast enough.
We don't even know where this gas is coming from.
It could be coming from here, it could be from any of these things.
The vents, or there could be, like, a-a hidden pipe
that we don't know about, or it could be coming up through the floor.
I hear you, but still, it doesn't make any sense to panic.
It's not panic. I'm not panicking.
It's the… That's just math. It's a ten-by-ten room.
We've got oxygen plus carbon dioxide times two people breathing it,
plus whatever gas this is.
That doesn't add up to much time is all I'm saying, okay?
If I knew what the gas was, I could come up with a plan,
but we don't know that.
But what we do know is that a person who wanted to live forever
chose to end his own life
rather than suffer whatever this gas was going to do to him.
- So, what exactly does that do for us? - Morgan.
- I just ne… Leave me alone for a second. - Morgan.
Please leave me alone for a second. I gotta think. I just… I need to think.
How do we get out of here?
Morgan, you have to slow down. Just take a breath.
A breath? Taking a breath is not what we should be doing right now.
- How are you so calm? - Because panicking doesn't help.
Okay. Well, neither does just standing there.
I gotta do the "five, four, three, two, one" thing.
I need five things I can see. I can see…
Uh…
A salt lamp and a bowl and matches. A dead…
Dying plants. How many was that?
- Morgan… - Four. Stop.
I gotta ground. Four things I can… I can touch. I touch the floor.
I don't know if the floor counts as one.
What is the name of that stool? That stool has a name.
You know who'd know the name of that stool?
Elliot would know the name of that. He really loves stuff like this.
He's such a smart boy, but he's not gonna be able to understand this.
Oh, God! Ava already had one parent leave her. I can't leave her.
- You are not going to leave her… - Stop! Three things I hear.
Three things I hear. I can't smell anything.
Chloe is just a baby. You don't understand.
She needs her mom, and she's a baby.
- You're not gonna be leaving your… - I can't… I… I can't breathe.
Adam, I can't breathe. Stop! Leave it!
- I can't breathe! Please don't. - It's okay.
- It's not okay.
I'm right here. Morgan, it's gonna be okay. I've got you.
I'm not going anywhere.
It's okay. I've got you. I'm not gonna let you go.
I got you.
I'm not going anywhere.
I got you. I'm not letting you go.
It's okay.
You're okay.
Oh.
You're okay.
See?
Selena? Yeah. Yeah, the door is open.
We're fine. Okay.
All right, I will.
Soto got Mika to, uh, access the doors remotely.
Mirror neurons.
- What? - It's a…
It's just an unconscious, empathetic brain response. Like a yawn.
Your breathing and your heart rate were calm,
so they calmed mine down, so……thank you.
So, um, you're good?
Yeah, I'm good. Let's get back to work.
Okay, so we didn't drop dead.
That's exciting.
Maybe the gas needed more time to fill up the room.
Or maybe the door locking isn't what triggered it.
I checked Gabe's biodata through the GeneGevity app.
No forced entry.
Housekeeper said the alarm was still set when she got here.
You're right.
Gabe triggered it.
But he was set up.
I know who did it.
- Thanks for coming in. - Anything I can do for Gabe.
That's sweet. That's not anything new though, is it?
You've been helping Gabe out for about eight years.
Well, I like to think we were helping each other.
I mean, Gabe was such an amazing person.
That would be much easier to believe if you weren't the one that killed him.
I have no idea what you're talking about. I wasn't even in LA when Gabe was killed.
You didn't need to be.
The ME confirmed that there were traces of arsenic in Gabe's airways.
He inhaled it before he died.
Which is an odd way to get arsenic into your body.
Arsenic was once referred to as "inheritance powder"
because of its use in getting rid of unwanted family members.
Then, for a while, copper arsenite became the dye of choice
for those looking to up their fashion game.
They called it Scheele's green.
Especially once incandescent light bulbs showed up.
People really wanted their dresses to pop.
That didn't work out so well.
But clothes weren't the only thing people used the dye in.
It snuck into candy, wallpaper, and for a while… candles.
Only trouble was, burning the candles released arsenic gas into the air,
but you already knew that, didn't you?
Your study of 19th-century arts and textiles taught you all about it.
The candles provided the perfect cover. When Gabe lit them and released the gas,
you were at your sister's wedding on Catalina.
And that timing was very poetic, wasn't it?
Because your sister is part of the reason you wanted Gabe dead.
- I don't understand any of this. - Yeah, you do.
You see this scar? That's a port scar from chemotherapy.
Your sister is undergoing cancer treatment. She has breast cancer.
The same cancer that took your mother, the same cancer you're worried about getting.
GeneGevity was researching the BRCA genes that you and your family carry.
Or they were
until Gabe started embezzling funds and they had to shut down the program.
Gabe betrayed you, and you returned the favor.
Mika's already confessed. He said he's the one that told you about the box.
He came by Gabe's house looking to get his company back, and you two hatched a plan.
He had the skills to clone Gabe's passwords.
All he needed to know from you was when to remotely deploy the Do Not Disturb.
And since Gabe follows a strict routine, it really wasn't a difficult ask.
You waited until you had an alibi
and swapped out Gabe's regular meditation candles for the ones with the green dye,
knowing his housekeeper changes them daily.
And Gabe took care of the rest.
I was upset when I found out GeneGevity had shut down the BRCA research,
but when Mika told me what Gabe was actually spending the money on,
I was livid.
A robot of himself.
I mean, I… I couldn't believe it.
I confronted him about it, and you know what he said?
"Sacrifices have to be made."
My sister and I aren't sacrifices that he gets to make.
He was stealing our future.
So you decided that Gabe shouldn't have a future either.
Maybe with Gabe and his bot out of the way,
GeneGevity can get back on track. They can start their research again
and give people like me and my sister a fighting chance.
Gabe deserved to die.
You know, I never thought of you as the sentimental type.
I am so surprised you kept this.
But why? It was a gift, right?
Do you remember what you said when I gave it to you?
- No. - Nothing.
You just stared at it for the longest time.
And then when you finally looked up at me, you had this expression on your face
like you weren't really sure it was for you.
I didn't think I deserved it.
Or you.
And now?
Lucia, honestly, I don't know.
I hope I've changed enough to be who you need, but…
Adam, you were always who I needed.
I wasn't the one who needed to be convinced of that.
You broke my heart when you called off our engagement.
But I think you broke yours too.
I don't want to hurt you again.
Then don't.
- It's… - Perfect.
Dad would have been proud.
Rumor is you pulled some strings.
The funeral home just happens to be
- on my way home from work. - Mmm.
And in violation of the FTC rules against predatory price gouging.
- That could cost them their license. - Yeah, it could.
But they generously offered Mrs. Ozdil a full refund,
and they gave her the headstone she actually wanted.
I thank you all for being here.
Not all of you met my dad.
But I can tell you he would have loved you.
Talked your ear off.
Had us all laughing till the sun came up.
He used to tell me that all of this…
doesn't last forever.
That's the point.
It takes loss to really know what you have.
Family.
Friends.
Friends who become family.
You gotta hold them all just a little tighter.
Life is beautiful because it's brief…
and death…
is just the beginning of something new.
- It was a nice service. - Yeah, it was.
It's good that we could be here for Oz.
Okay. You, uh…
have a good day, partner.
- That was really weird. - Yeah, well, it's weird. I feel weird.
I'm horrified about what happened at Gabe's.
I just completely fell apart.
And it's not something I typically love doing in front of other people.
Well, I'm not other people. I'm your partner.
Yeah, that's worse. You should be able to count on me when we're in trouble.
I just was a giant useless mess.
Are you really apologizing for being human, Morgan?
Come on, we're a team. We count on each other.
- You would've done the same for me. - When?
In what world is Adam Karadec falling apart on the job?
Well, just 'cause it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean that it won't.
And when that time comes, I know that, out of all the people in my life,
you will know exactly what to do.
Thanks.
Do you need me to punch that other shoulder to just even you out?
I need you to get out of here before your car breaks down again.