So I guess since we're not actually telling a story about how drugs and drug companies work -- even though drug companies are the fucking worst and there actually is a story there -- we'll just cross-apply general paranoia about big business or subprime loans or whatever. Fine, that works for me. Hell, this could actually be a true thing that happens, what do I know?
Joanna: "So that's why she was murdered?"
Remy: "Doy. She was this close to blowing the whistle on her father's company. And also, by the way, this drug was developed by Julian."
Joanna: "Not a dealbreaker. Go on."
Remy: "Well, I mean the whole family is nuts. Edward looks like he's got a hooker and a cage under his bed..."
Joanna: "Where's your proof? I mean, partly because how offensive, but also because it would help me solve this murder."
Remy: "Vivian was going to give me all her documents, but then died. I was at the house angling to get to her computer..."
Joanna: "So Mia was the one that called you, not the other way around. Fine. Are you going to blow my cover, Remy?"
Remy: "No, we should work together. You solve the case, I get a Pulitzer..."
Joanna: "That works for me."
Remy: "-- I scratch your balls, you scratch mine."
Joanna: "Oh, you're gonna be a handful. Gross. That's not the TV show I thought we were on. But I guess we have to work together. Don't immediately get murdered, okay?"
Remy: "I will do my best. I am pretty hot, but probably not hot enough to save me."
Will: "Why aren't you taking my calls at that little bistro?"
Joanna: "Forget that, why didn't you tell me Vivian was pregnant when she died?"
Will: "The FBI didn't feel like telling you that. How did you find out?"
Joanna: "I found this sex tape, it was this whole thing. But shut up, you sent me in to do a job. You have to tell me the major things and not be all FBI."
Will: "We'll see. Is the father on the tape?"
Joanna: "Yeah, I'm sure he'll turn up on the show soon, but get this. I feel like his references to a previous pregnancy might have an obvious connection to everything else that happened to me today..."
Will: "-- Whatever. Send me that sex tape and we'll find the guy."
Joanna: "Sweet. Oh, also? I got made."