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05:51Ele tinha apenas amado a forma que eu me sentia poderoso.
05:54E agora ele queria provar que ele poderia me destruir apenas as facilidades.
05:58Dê-se que todos os carregos desse canal têm o tempo de suas vidas.
06:01É a graça de graça. Dê-se algo que se desculpe para.
06:10Aqui é o contrário, Celeste.
06:12Transferir 10% de Montgomery Global agora,
06:14right into Mia's nome,
06:15e eu vou deixar o drone drop a blanket de água antes que o wolf smelte você.
06:18Ou seja, feliz do dia.
06:19Grae, babe, that's too much.
06:23Eu não posso pegar ela.
06:27Celeste provavelmente me hates.
06:29Ela sempre está actindo como eu não sei o suficiente para voar o G-650.
06:32Ela acha que eu sou um só um jogador-digging flight attendant.
06:35Você foi tão difícil de fechar aquela pipeline de alasca para terminar a licença de pilotos.
06:39Tô difícil de fechar?
06:40Eu quase me enrolai.
06:42Mesmo que o aphrodisiac sete meu bloodstream no fogo.
06:45Tô difícil de fechar em Brayson's lapo na Whittemore boardroom.
06:48Eu colapsed against the rotting pine needles,
06:51every nerve screaming,
06:52blood frozen scarlet icicles on my forearms
06:54where the fall had snapped both bones.
06:56Brayson Whittemore, you make me sick!
06:59We're done.
07:00The engagement over!
07:07For one heartbeat, the mask slipped.
07:10And I saw the same kid who used to sneak me into Met Gallus
07:13and promise me the world.
07:15Then Mia whispered something and the mask slammed back down.
07:18Harder. Cruel-er.
07:20Celeste, you can't just throw away five years.
07:26unless you already have some side piece lined up.
07:29Some Wall Street wolf waiting in a Park Avenue penthouse.
07:38Montgomery Global stock is tanking faster than SPS.
07:42Celeste, you're nothing without me.
07:44You want to call off the wedding?
07:45Fine.
07:45When the feds freeze every offshore account
07:47your grandfather buried in the Caymans.
07:50Get that drone in her face.
07:52Give the subscribers the money shot.
07:54Forte.
07:55Night vision.
07:56The works.
07:57I threw up a broken arm to shield myself.
07:59Then remembered I was naked underneath the ruins
08:02of a $10,000 gown.
08:03Shame burned hotter than the chemical fire in my veins.
08:06I curled into a ball, slid another foot down the ice-lick slope
08:10and nearly pitched into the ravine.
08:13Somewhere below, Timberwolves started howling.
08:16Real ones, not metaphors.
08:19Celeste, honey, just sign the transfer.
08:20It's only money.
08:21Let Grayson cool off.
08:22We'll airlift you out, get you a spa day at Mirval.
08:24Pretend this never happened.
08:25A second drone swooped in, mechanical claw,
08:27gripping a tablet displaying the share transfer agreement.
08:30It hovered six inches from my nose like a guillotine.
08:33Sign or freeze.
08:35Your choice.
08:39Go to hell!
08:44Something slithered over my cheek.
08:46Centipede.
08:47Six inches long.
08:48Rocky Mountain paranoia venom.
08:50It crawled into my ear.
08:52The pain was so bright I almost welcomed it.
08:54Then gravity took over again.
08:56I clawed at frozen granite fingernails snapping
08:59and slid closer to the poison ivage oak trap-off
09:03where rattlesnakes denned for winter.
09:05Keep talking tough, princess.
09:08Ten more feet and you're in the Viber pit.
09:09Let's see that harbor mouth negotiate with Diamondbacks.
09:12You're not the Montgomery heiress anymore, Celeste.
09:14Grayson says if you sign and apologize live,
09:16admit you framed me for cooking the books,
09:18tried to send an innocent girl to federal prison,
09:20he'll call the chopper.
09:21I'll even forgive you for that SEC subpoena you paid for.
09:25You vicious bitch!
09:27Trying to lock Mia up?
09:28What about her little sister who needs chemo?
09:33The first drone released a glass ampule.
09:36It shattered at my feet in a hiss of white vapor.
09:40The snow around my bare feet melted into black sludge,
09:43military-grade corrosives,
09:45flesh on my calf bubbled like acid on steak.
09:47I screamed until my throat tore.
09:51Scared yet, Celeste?
09:53Apologize to Mia.
09:55Now.
09:56Or the next one goes in your face.
09:59I dragged myself an inch uphill,
10:01blood painting the snow red.
10:03The metallic scent drew every leech,
10:06tick, and beetle in a five-mile radius.
10:08They burrowed under what was left of my dress.
10:10I couldn't swap them off.
10:12For the first time in 28 years of boardrooms,
10:15bailouts, and Forbes covers,
10:18Celeste Montgomery was out of moves.
10:20I lifted my head to the drone lens,
10:23to the man who once swore he'd burn the world
10:25before he'd let me get hurt.
10:28Grayson, when I get out of here,
10:30and I will,
10:32I'm going to take everything!
10:34Then, the centipede in my ear released its venom.
10:37The ravine rushed up to swallow me,
10:39and the last thing I heard was Mia laughing,
10:42like she'd already want it.
10:48Everything bled crimson blood, mud.
10:51The strobing red of the drone's emergency LEDs.
10:54I couldn't tell where one ended,
10:56and the other began.
10:57My pulse hammered so loud,
10:59I barely heard the dark net chat
11:01lose its collective mind.
11:05Even Grayson's executive assistant
11:07started sweating bullets.
11:08The guy had buried bodies for Whitmore Enterprises
11:11in three continents,
11:12but live-streaming a billionaire heiress
11:14getting eaten by wolves
11:15apparently crossed a line.
11:18Mr. Whitmore, sir,
11:19Celeste looks half-dead already.
11:21Heart rate's crashing on the biometric feed.
11:23She's not dying.
11:26Girls like Celeste don't die,
11:28they just get humbled.
11:29If she hadn't spent the last five years
11:32trying to frame Mia for security's fraud,
11:34maybe I'd have gone easy.
11:37Tonight's just a friendly reminder.
11:40I have a damn transfer.
11:41Listen, don't throw away generation.
11:44I force my head up,
11:47locked eyes with the drone's cold lens,
11:49and let every ounce of Montgomery Steel
11:50pour into my glare.
11:52I did nothing wrong.
11:53Why the hell should I hand over
11:5410% of the company
11:55my great-grandfather
11:57built from steel mills in Pittsburgh
11:58just because
11:59some trust fund psycho wants to flex.
12:03Bugs, please.
12:04I'd spent summers tagging grizzlies
12:06with federal wildlife teams in catmine
12:08before I could legally drink.
12:10This was just another Tuesday in hell.
12:11With everything I had left,
12:13I rolled onto my back
12:14and dragged myself
12:15across the jagged shale.
12:17Rocks tore fresh gashes
12:18across my shoulder blades,
12:20but the pain was a blessing.
12:21It scraped off half the leeches
12:23and centipedes burrowed into my skin.
12:25Blood mixed with snow
12:26into pink slush,
12:28yet somewhere in the haze
12:29I spotted it.
12:30A cluster of wild sagebrush
12:31glowing faintly
12:32under the drone's floodlight.
12:34The same plant rangers
12:35in Denali square by.
12:37Crushed leaves
12:37masked blood scent
12:38for exactly 11 minutes.
12:41I take six.
12:42Celeste Montgomery,
12:43have you no shame?
12:45Beg right now,
12:46or the next thing
12:48coming down that ravine
12:49won't be bugs.
12:50You never planned
12:51to let me walk out of here, Grayson.
12:54Dead or broken,
12:56you decided
12:58the second you
13:01spiked the champagne.
13:03Oh my God, Celeste,
13:05what are you doing?
13:06As I clawed the sagebrush closer,
13:08bit the stem
13:08until bitter juice
13:09flooded my mouth,
13:11then smeared the pulse
13:12across every bleeding wound,
13:13the alkaloids
13:14hit my bloodstream
13:15like ice water,
13:16numbed the nerve endings,
13:17killed the scent trail.
13:19Temporary, sure,
13:20but temporary
13:20was all I needed.
13:22Mia always said
13:22you were a snake.
13:24Guess she's right,
13:25you're trying to fake
13:26a suicide,
13:27pin it on me,
13:28ruin Whitmore Enterprises,
13:29on Black Friday weekend.
13:31Classic Celeste.
13:32Even half-naked
13:34in a blizzard,
13:35you're still scheming.
13:37Five years, Grayson,
13:38five years
13:39I cleaned up your messes.
13:40Quieted the SC,
13:42buried the insider
13:43trading rumors,
13:45paid off that flight
13:46attendant you
13:46knocked up in Vegas.
13:48Without Montgomery Capital,
13:50you'd be still
13:51slinging dime bags
13:52outside Yale.
13:57For one heartbeat,
13:58the mask slipped again.
13:59Something raw flickered
14:00behind those Wall Street eyes.
14:02Guilt maybe,
14:03or the ghost of the boy
14:04who used to sneak me
14:05onto the roof of the Met
14:06to watch July 4th fireworks.
14:08Then Neo whispered
14:09poison in his ear,
14:10and the mask
14:11hardened into granite.
14:14This chick's got
14:15nine lives, boss.
14:16Thought she was done
14:17ten minutes ago.
14:18Then let's burn
14:20through the rest.
14:21I want to see how long
14:22that Montgomery pride lasts
14:24when the wolves
14:25start chewing.
14:26Celeste, sweetie,
14:28don't make the wolves angry.
14:30You're screaming loud enough
14:31to wake every predator
14:32from here to Glacier's
14:34National Park.
14:34When you tried to send
14:36Mia to federal prison
14:37for cooking the books
14:38you cooked up yourself,
14:39did you warn her?
14:40Open the speakers.
14:42The drone's PA system
14:43blasted a recorded
14:44alcohol snarl
14:45at 180 decibels.
14:47Enough to rattle bone.
14:48Every tree around me
14:50exploded with movement.
14:52Branches snapped,
14:53snow cascaded.
14:54The real pack
14:55answered the call.
14:56I froze every muscle seizing.
14:59Pain from my compound fractures,
15:01the acid burn on my calf,
15:02the centipede venom.
15:04None of it compared
15:04to the primal terror
15:05of glowing eyes
15:06circling in the dark.
15:07Eight, maybe ten sets.
15:09Timberwolves,
15:10coastal giants,
15:11the kind that take down
15:11moves for fun.
15:13One stepped into
15:14the floodlight above me.
15:15Silver, gray,
15:16200 pounds of pure hunger.
15:18Its breath deemed
15:19in the sub-zero air.
15:21I heard the crunch
15:22of its paws,
15:22the low rumble
15:23in its chest.
15:25Grayson
15:25wanted me shredded
15:27on camera.
15:28Survival instinct
15:29kicked harder
15:29than any drug.
15:30I eased backward,
15:32inch by inch.
15:35running now, princess?
15:37Where's all
15:38that billionaire backbone?
15:41Hide and seek
15:42with a wolf pack.
15:43How's that
15:43for a Thanksgiving tradition?
15:45Green eyes
15:45multiplied in the darkness.
15:47Fangs caught the light
15:48like switchblades.
15:50Last chance, Celeste.
15:51Kneel.
15:52Apologize to Mia
15:53on stream.
15:54I'll hit the
15:54ultrasonic repellent.
15:55Keep fighting
15:56and you're dinner.
16:00Say you're sorry,
16:01damn it.
16:03This is how
16:04the Montgomery line ends.
16:12She doesn't owe
16:14a single goddamn apology
16:15to anyone.
16:17And somewhere
16:18above the tree line,
16:19a Black Hawk chopper
16:20roared in love.
16:38Celeste, I've got you.
16:44Nathan Hale swung down
16:46like some avenging
16:47specter
16:47former Delta Force.
16:49Three-time
16:50national combatics champion
16:51and the man
16:53my grandfather trusted
16:54with every dirty secret
16:55the Montgomery fortune
16:57ever needed buried.
16:58Nathan Hale?
17:00Nathan didn't answer him.
17:02The rage in his stare
17:03could have melted
17:04the glacier behind us.
17:06But his hand
17:06stayed gentle
17:07when he stripped off
17:08his plate carrier parka
17:09and wrapped it
17:10around my shaking shoulders.
17:13Celeste, I've got you.
17:15He scooped me up
17:16like I weighed nothing.
17:17So careful to keep
17:18pressure off the places
17:19where bone popes
17:20your skin.
17:21I tried to shrink away,
17:22mortified that Nathan Hale
17:24of all people
17:24was seeing me like this
17:26naked, filthy, broken.
17:28It's over, sweetheart.
17:31Nobody touches you again.
17:33His team dropped in
17:34behind him,
17:35suppressed rifles
17:36barking in short,
17:37surgical bursts.
17:38The remaining world
17:39scattered into the dark
17:40light.
17:41They've never existed.
17:42Who the hell are you people?
17:45This is a private matter.
17:47Private?
17:50Kidnapping.
17:51Aggravated assault.
17:53Attempted murder.
17:54When did federal felonies
17:56become a couple spat?
17:58Grayson Whitmore,
17:59Leah Karen can kill the stream.
18:00Right now.
18:01Or I start putting rounds
18:03through optics
18:04and we watch
18:05whose skull
18:07blooms
18:08next.
18:10Captain Hale, sir,
18:12this is a misunderstanding.
18:14Save it for the U.S.
18:14attorney
18:15or for the Montgomery
18:16legal division.
18:18Your choice.
18:19Montgomery?
18:21Montgomery?
18:23The one that makes
18:24the Dow twitch
18:25every time
18:25the old man sneezes.
18:26The one your boyfriend's
18:28been siphoning from
18:29for five years
18:29thinking nobody was watching.
18:34Celeste Montgomery.
18:36Heiress.
18:38Majority shareholder.
18:39And the woman
18:40you just tried to feed
18:41to wolves on Thanksgiving.
18:43Surprise.
18:49Grayson,
18:50the annulment papers
18:51hit your desk
18:52tomorrow morning
18:52and the bankruptcy petition
18:54hits the Southern District
18:55of New York
18:55five minutes later.
18:57Happy Thanksgiving.
18:58Sleep tight
18:59on that private jet cot.
19:07I still couldn't stop shaking
19:08partly from hypothermia,
19:10part the special kind of cold
19:11that settles in your bones
19:13when the man you loved
19:14tries to murder you
19:16for sport.
19:16Nathan knelt
19:17between the jump seats,
19:18cleaning blood
19:19from my forearms
19:20with steady marine precision.
19:23Every swipe of the alcohol
19:24wipe felt like fire,
19:25but his touch
19:26never faltered.
19:27The Patriarchs
19:28got the estate
19:28on full lockdown.
19:30Top orthopedic trauma
19:32surgeon
19:32out of Johns Hopkins
19:33is already wheels up
19:34from Baltimore.
19:35Your grandfather
19:36tried to charter
19:37a C-130
19:37to come rip Whitmore
19:38apart with his bare hands.
19:40Took three generals
19:41to talk him down.
19:43This one's yours to finish.
19:45I managed to nod
19:47every memory
19:48from the last five years
19:49rewound in high def.
19:50Bracing kissing my knuckles
19:52after the Montgomery Trust
19:53quietly bailed out
19:54his failing startup.
19:56Mia sliding
19:57updated contracts
19:58across his desk.
19:59Pupils blown wide
20:00with victory.
20:02The way he'd snap.
20:04What is that?
20:06Can you stop
20:07being so paranoid?
20:08Every time I pointed out
20:09her forged signatures,
20:11I'd ignored
20:12every red flag
20:13because I thought
20:13love meant
20:14trusting harder.
20:16Five years,
20:17I'm the punchline
20:18in a joke
20:19I helped write.
20:20You trusted
20:21the wrong person,
20:22Celeste.
20:23That doesn't make you stupid.
20:25It makes you human.
20:26and humans
20:28get even.
20:35Here's Mia's greatest hits.
20:37We've got her cold.
20:39I scrolled.
20:39She hollowed
20:40Whitmore Enterprises
20:41out like a Thanksgiving turkey
20:42and stuffed the carcass
20:44with iOS.
20:45Another file.
20:48Whitmore's real balance sheet.
20:50Red ink
20:51deep enough
20:52to drown Manhattan.
20:54Our legal team
20:55drafted everything
20:56and annulment
20:57returns every gift,
20:58every trust contribution,
20:59every share
21:00he ever touched.
21:04Attempted murder,
21:05conspiracy,
21:06violation of the
21:07Computer Fraud
21:07and Abuse Act
21:08for the Darknet stream.
21:10The drone footage alone
21:11will put them away
21:12for 25 to life.
21:13I closed my eyes
21:14and saw Patriarch Montgomery's
21:16face
21:16crinkled with worry
21:18the last time.
21:19I turned down
21:20his offer
21:20to vet Grayson
21:21personally.
21:22He'd known.
21:23Of course he'd known.
21:24And I'd been
21:25too proud,
21:26too in love,
21:27too blind.
21:32Take me home, Nathan.
21:34Tomorrow we burn
21:35their empire to the ground
21:36and salt the earth.
21:39Copy that, ma'am.
21:41Next stop,
21:42Montgomery State,
21:44Aspen.
21:44Then we make them.
21:47Wish the wolves
21:48had finished the job.
21:52Five years ago,
21:53I sat across
21:54from Patriarch.
21:55I told him
21:56I wanted to try
21:57a relationship
21:58without the
21:59Montgomery name
21:59attached.
22:01No private security
22:02tale.
22:03No trust fund
22:04safety net.
22:05Just me
22:06and some guy
22:07from Yale
22:07who swore he loved
22:08me for my brain.
22:09Not my portfolio.
22:11The old man's face
22:12went the color
22:13of ash.
22:14He smashed his
22:15favorite crystal wine
22:15glass on the floor
22:16and roared that.
22:17I was throwing away
22:18a century of blood
22:19and steel
22:20for a pretty smile.
22:22In the end,
22:23he caved
22:24like he always did
22:25when I dug my heels in.
22:27Play your little game,
22:28Celeste.
22:30But when the world
22:31shows you its teeth,
22:34you come home.
22:39I opened my eyes
22:40in the Blackhawk's
22:41dim cabin,
22:42the morphine
22:43finally wearing off
22:43enough for the words
22:44to cut through the pain.
22:48Noidify every
22:48major outlet,
22:49CNN,
22:50Bloomberg,
22:51Fox,
22:52The Journal,
22:52all of them.
22:54Tomorrow,
22:5510 a.m. sharp,
22:56Penthouse Ballroom,
22:57Montgomery Global Tower,
22:58Midtown Manhattan.
22:59I'm holding a press conference.
23:00Copy that.
23:01Comms team's already
23:02spinning up.
23:03We'll have every network
23:04on the continent
23:05begging for seats.
23:08The PR director
23:09met me
23:10in the private elevator.
23:12Ma'am,
23:12the ballroom's locked down
23:13tighter than Fort Knox.
23:14We've got every Tier 1
23:16journalist from here
23:16to Tokyo,
23:17live feeds to every
23:18financial desk in the world.
23:19The bespoke Armani suit
23:21hid the road rash
23:22and acid burns like armor.
23:24Only the faint tremor
23:25in my fingers
23:26betrayed the truth.
23:28Tell them I'm on my way.
23:3230 minutes later,
23:33I stepped onto the day eyes
23:34under a constellation
23:35of camera flashes,
23:37hot enough to melt steel.
23:38Nathan flanked my right.
23:40Eight more operators
23:41ringed the stage,
23:42hands never far
23:44from concealed SIG Sowers.
23:46Good morning.
23:47Thank you for coming
23:48on short notice.
23:49I'm here to set
23:50the record straight
23:51on one matter
23:53and to announce
23:54a decision.
23:57Grayson Whitmore
23:58stormed in
23:59looking like he'd slept
24:00in a dumpster.
24:01Mia clung to his arm,
24:02mascara tracks
24:03carving rivers
24:04through her foundation.
24:05Celeste,
24:06you vicious bitch.
24:08What did you do
24:10to my company?
24:11Every account frozen,
24:13every supplier ghosting me.
24:14Do you have any idea
24:16what you've cost me?
24:18Celeste, please.
24:20Gray only lost his mind
24:21because he loves me.
24:24Punish me, not him.
24:26Camera swung like howitzers.
24:27The flash storm was blinding.
24:30Nathan started forward.
24:31I stopped him cold.
24:36Let them through.
24:40Five years, Celeste.
24:42Five years
24:43and this is how
24:43you repay me?
24:47I ignored him completely,
24:49nodded to Nathan.
24:50The 80-foot LED wall
24:52behind me flared to life.
24:54The Aspen backcountry
24:55filled the screen.
24:56My own screams
24:57echoed through
24:58the ballroom sound system.
25:00You said a real player
25:01could walk home naked,
25:02right?
25:02Let's test that theory.
25:10The room temperature
25:11seemed to drop 20 degrees.
25:14Grayson went whiter
25:15than the marble floor.
25:17This is the clarification.
25:20I am Celeste Montgomery,
25:22majority shareholder
25:24and designated heir
25:26to Montgomery Global.
25:27Last night, my fiancé,
25:30Grayson Whitmore,
25:32in collusion with his executive assistant,
25:35Mia Carrington,
25:36kidnapped me,
25:37drugged me,
25:38and attempted to murder me
25:39on a dark-knit last stream
25:41for sport.
25:46and the decision effective immediately.
25:50Montgomery Global is initiating
25:53chapter 7 liquidation
25:54of Whitmore Enterprises.
25:56Every asset,
25:57every patent,
25:58every offshore shell
25:59will be seized to compensate
26:01for emotional distress,
26:03physical damages,
26:04and five years of fraud.
26:08The double doors opened again,
26:10this time to a phalanx of U.S.
26:12marshals in tactical vests.
26:15Grayson Whitmore,
26:16Mia Carrington,
26:17you are under arrest,
26:19kidnapping,
26:20aggravated assault
26:21with a deadly weapon,
26:23attempted murder,
26:23and conspiracy to commit the same.
26:25You have the right
26:26to remain silent.
26:30Remember when you said
26:31I'd come crawling back
26:33once the money ran out?
26:34Turns out the money never left.
26:36You did.
26:38The marshals dragged them
26:39past rows of reporters,
26:40now shouting questions like,
26:42machine gun fire.
26:43I stayed on the dais
26:45until the doors slammed shut
26:46behind the circus.
26:48Then I turned to the cameras
26:49one last time,
26:51voice steady
26:51as the empire at my back.
26:53Happy Thanksgiving, America.
26:55Justice is served cold.
26:57And today,
26:58the Montgomery table
26:59is finally full.
27:03Nathan Hale stepped to my side,
27:05offered his arm
27:06for the walkout.
27:07In my head,
27:08I could already hear
27:10Patriarch Montgomery
27:11raising a glass
27:12to the granddaughter
27:13who finally came home.
27:23I'm telling the truth.
27:26Mia masterminded everything.
27:29She's been jealous of Celeste
27:31since day one.
27:33Kept whispering that Celeste
27:34was sabotaging me,
27:37laughing at me behind my back.
27:40The Aspen trip,
27:42her idea.
27:43She said it was just a scare,
27:45a little humiliation
27:46to force the share transfer.
27:48He shoved every ounce of blame
27:50across the hallway
27:51like it could save him.
27:55I'm just a secretary.
27:58Grayson resented Celeste
28:00for years,
28:01said she lorded her money over him,
28:02treated him like a charity case.
28:04He wanted revenge,
28:05told me to play along
28:06or he'd destroy my family.
28:08I was trapped.
28:09Please help me.
28:10Two people
28:11who used to finish
28:12each other's sentences
28:13now tore each other apart
28:14like rabid dogs.
28:16Grayson finally ran out of oxygen
28:18and collapsed forward.
28:20The memories hit harder
28:21than any punch.
28:27The night we met
28:28at that Yale alumni mixer,
28:30me in a borrowed dress,
28:31laughing that,
28:32my family ran a couple
28:33hardware stores
28:34back in Pittsburgh.
28:36The week his startup
28:37was bleeding out
28:38and I slid term sheets
28:39across the table.
28:41Montgomery money laundered
28:42through a dozen blind trusts.
28:43He never questioned.
28:45The flu that knocked him
28:46flat for six days,
28:47I sleeping upright
28:48in a plastic hospital chair
28:50with my hand on his IV.
28:55Every time I pointed out
28:56Nia's forged invoices
28:57and he snarled,
28:59you're just jealous
29:00and she's better at the job
29:01than you ever were.
29:03All those moments
29:04I thought were love,
29:05he'd seen as charity
29:06from a girl too naive
29:08to know her own worth.
29:18I wasn't some small town
29:19factory owner's daughter.
29:21I was the Montgomery heiress
29:23and I'd wasted five years
29:25shielding his ego
29:26while he sharpened the knife.
29:32I lay perfectly still
29:34while the city's
29:35top orthopedic surgeons
29:36swapped temporary splints
29:37for titanium-laced casts,
29:39light enough
29:40for primetime close-ups.
29:53Whitmore Enterprises is iced.
29:55Every account,
29:56every patent,
29:57every square foot of real estate
29:58proceeds transferred directly
30:00to your personal restitution trust.
30:02Darknet Rain has been taken offline
30:04by Cyber Division.
30:05Every username,
30:07maybe crypto wallet.
30:08Our litigation team's filing suits
30:10faster than they can delete
30:11browser history.
30:12And the ex-lowbirds
30:13sang like canaries
30:14on a left-right-hand.
30:15Full confessions,
30:17cross-corroborated,
30:18airtight.
30:19They're looking at 15 to 20.
30:21Easy, no parole.
30:27You sure you're ready for?
30:28What comes next?
30:30The board's already floating
30:32your name for CEO.
30:34Patriarch wants you in the
30:35corner office by New Year's.
30:36I flexed my new titanium-laced forearm.
30:39Felt the bite of metal meeting bone.
30:41Painful,
30:42perfect,
30:43permanent.
30:49Tell Grandfather the Prodigal's home.
30:52And this time,
30:54I'm not asking
30:55permission.
30:59Montgomery Estate,
31:01Aspen.
31:01Three days after Thanksgiving.
31:03The snow had stopped falling,
31:05but the wind still howled
31:06like it wanted back in.
31:15Ma'am,
31:16there's someone at the main gate.
31:18Who?
31:19Grayson Whitmore's mother.
31:22Let her freeze.
31:24Copy that.
31:26She's already been out there
31:28two nights.
31:29Security won't even
31:30give her coffee.
31:31Good.
31:32When I feel like it,
31:34I'll decide if she gets in.
31:35Not before.
31:37Oh,
31:38and Nathan,
31:39make sure Grayson
31:39gets the morning paper
31:41in his cell.
31:42Front page,
31:44above the fold.
31:45Whitmore Enterpurse's
31:47liquidated assets
31:48to Montgomery Eris.
31:49I want him to read it
31:51while he eats his
31:52Thanksgiving leftovers.
31:53Cold.
31:54Already on the
31:55warden's desk, ma'am.
31:57Day three.
31:58I finally had them
31:59escort Mrs. Whitmore
32:00to the East Parlor.
32:06Celeste.
32:07Thank God.
32:09Celeste,
32:09my son is an idiot.
32:11A monster.
32:13Whatever you want to call him.
32:15But he's still my only child.
32:19I'm begging you,
32:20look at what we meant
32:21to each other once.
32:22Find it in your heart.
32:23Auntie?
32:25You seem confused.
32:28Your son didn't
32:29break my heart.
32:30He committed
32:31felony kidnapping
32:32and attempted murder.
32:33You want mercy?
32:35File an appeal
32:36with the First Circuit.
32:40Let me refresh
32:41your memory.
32:43Three years ago,
32:44your heart was failing.
32:45Grayson couldn't
32:46scrape together
32:4630 grand.
32:47I sold my mother's watch,
32:49the one she wore
32:49the day she died,
32:50so you could have
32:51the best surgeon
32:52in Boston.
32:54You woke up,
32:55took my hand,
32:56and told me to stay
32:57out of men's business.
33:01You mistook kindness
33:02for weakness.
33:04You taught your son
33:06the same mistake.
33:07Now you're both
33:08learning the price.
33:47Celeste,
33:49wouldn't...
33:51she loved me.
33:54There's more.
33:56Montgomery Legal
33:57just added
33:57commercial fraud
33:58to the indictment.
34:00They have your
34:01original pitch decks.
34:03Every inflated revenue
34:04number,
34:04every fake vendor
34:05contract you used
34:06to impress her
34:07back when you
34:08thought she was
34:09just a girl
34:09with a trust fund.
34:24They're saying
34:25he tried to hang
34:26himself with
34:27his jumpsuit.
34:28Didn't get far.
34:30Let him live
34:31long enough
34:32to watch every
34:32scent he ever
34:33touched
34:34come home to me.
34:38Tell Legal
34:38to drop the papers.
34:39I'm taking the
34:41corner office
34:41January 1st.
34:44And schedule
34:45a board meeting.
34:46It's time the world
34:47remembered what happens
34:48when you bet
34:48against a Montgomery.
34:57The trial had been
34:58a coronation
34:59in reverse.
35:00Every Montgomery
35:00lawyer in a 500
35:02mile radius
35:02showed up in
35:03Zegna and vengeance.
35:05Evidence stacked
35:05higher than the jury's
35:06coffee cups.
35:07His public defender
35:08tried the crime
35:09of passion angle,
35:10temporary insanity,
35:12toxic masculinity,
35:13whatever buzzword
35:14might shave off
35:15a decade.
35:16It was like watching
35:16a toddler argue
35:17with a tsunami.
35:18It's all going
35:19according to plan.
35:21Your honor,
35:22new evidence.
35:29Gray,
35:30Celeste found
35:31the offshore
35:32transfers.
35:32What do I do?
35:33Let her bark.
35:34I'll just say
35:35she's jealous
35:36and trying to
35:36tank your career.
35:37Keep moving
35:38the money.
35:38Once we push
35:39her out,
35:39Whitmore Enterprises
35:40is yours.
35:41Push her out.
35:42Whitmore Enterprises
35:43is yours.
35:43Babe!
35:54Backstabbing bitch!
35:55You were a
35:56stepping stone,
35:57Grayson.
35:58A very expensive
35:59one.
36:00I recorded
36:00everything in case
36:02you ever forgot
36:02who held the leash.
36:06he finally understood
36:07he'd never been
36:09the king.
36:09He'd been the pawn
36:10she kept in the
36:11front row in case
36:12the queen decided
36:12to sacrifice something.
36:15The judge didn't
36:16even look up
36:17from his notes.
36:18Mia Carrington,
36:1915 years,
36:20federal penitentiary,
36:22credit for cooperation.
36:24Grayson Whitmore,
36:25kidnapping,
36:26attempted murder,
36:27commercial fraud,
36:28conspiracy.
36:29Life imprisonment,
36:30no parole.
36:31political rights
36:33terminated for life.
36:36Celeste,
36:38I'm sorry.
36:43I'm sorry.
36:44I'm sorry.
36:45I'm sorry.
36:47I'm sorry.
36:48Grayson's apology
36:49floated behind us,
36:51thin and worthless
36:52as the paper jumpsuit
36:53he'd wear
36:54for the rest of his life.
37:10You just beat
37:11my kill ratio,
37:12ma'am.
37:12The Air Force
37:13is gonna cry.
37:14Hands are better
37:15than ever.
37:16Book the Gulfstream,
37:17G-800.
37:18We're doing
37:19the globe run.
37:20Pole to pole,
37:2290 hours,
37:23no stops.
37:25You swallowed
37:26three competitors
37:27before breakfast
37:28and still found
37:29time to get
37:30type-rated
37:30in everything
37:31with wings.
37:32You wasn't
37:32the girl
37:32who used
37:33to wait
37:33up with soup
37:33anymore.
37:35I was Celeste
37:36Montgomery,
37:37CEO-in-waiting,
37:38heir to an empire
37:40that made
37:41nations blink.
37:45Prison mail.
37:46Whitmore,
37:4810th won this month.
37:50Summary?
37:50Same sob story.
37:52He is sorry.
37:53Prays every night,
37:53misses the old days.
37:55Blames Mia.
37:55Says if she hadn't
37:57existed,
37:57we'd be married
37:58by now.
37:59Wants one visit.
38:00Just one.
38:02Tell Leavenworth
38:03we're done
38:03forwarding mail.
38:05Grayson Whitmore
38:06died on that mountain
38:07as far as I'm
38:08concerned.
38:10Cremate the rest.
38:11Yes, ma'am.
38:17Are you ready
38:18to face a new
38:18storm at 41,000 feet?
38:21Like making
38:21a cup of coffee?
38:22Yep.
38:24Just like the coffee
38:25you made every day.
38:27I didn't slow down.
38:28I didn't need to.
38:31I was flying to
38:32everything.
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