Meanwhile, Richmond gives his staffers a pep talk, saying the campaign will go on as planned. As the staffers head back to work, Jamie and Gwen update Richmond on press engagements they've arranged. They assure him the controversy will blow over. Richmond leaves mysteriously. He rendezvous with his private investigator, who tells him that no e-mails about Rosie were sent from Jamie or Gwen's computers. He does hand him an e-mail leaking the Yitanes endorsement. Richmond looks it over and gravely thanks the P.I. for his work.
SPD. Holder gives the brief on Kris Echols: He's a meth dealing skater punk who dropped out of high school and has been reported as a runaway by his mother. He's also Jasper's best friend. Linden has returned to the video footage of the dance. She says it doesn't make sense for Rosie to be friends with a dealer, but Holder assumes she's one of a number of cheerleaders and suburban moms who are tweaked out these days. Theories aside, their boss thinks Linden should speak to the Larsens to see if they can shed any light. Holder volunteers to talk to them, but Linden relegates him to questioning the Echols. Before he heads out, Linden points back to the dance video. With Sterling and Rosie is a person in a devil mask. El diablo.
Kris is skateboarding downtown. He goes through a dumpster and finds the paper with the headline about Rosie.
Elsewhere, Gwen and Richmond watch a news conference in which Adams triumphantly announces a waterfront renewal project. Richmond is resigned that Adams has got the upper hand for now, but Gwen thinks it's a good sign that Yitanes has withheld her endorsement even after their falling out. She tells Richmond to stay on message, but he's distracted. He shows her the papers the P.I. handed him earlier. The papers that prove Jamie is the mole. Gwen rationalizes that it must be Jamie's attempt to get an appointment from Adams if they don't win. She asks what they should do. Just then, Jamie walks in nonchalantly, suggesting they send flowers to the Larsens in their time of mourning. "No. No flowers," says Richmond. "Flowers die."