What are you doing? Lydia Davis is on to you. What are you talking about? Well, one minute she's pounding chardonnay and yelling at Conrad. The next, she's staring at a photograph from a Grayson party. She spent her morning calling catering companies asking about employee rosters from a New Year's Eve party back in 2003. How could you know all of this? I might have bugged your house. You what? I promised your father that I would look after you. Emily look, you parctically throw me out every time I'm here, so it was the best way I knew how, and I don't know how the camera ended up at Lydia's. It's probably 'cause I shipped it to her. We have to get our hands on that photograph. Why? What has she stumbled on to? A few months after I was released from juvie, I catered a New Year's Eve party for Grayson Global. I wanted to see for myself who those people were. I'm surprised you didn't go all ninja on them right then and there. The event planner was called Consummate Catering. I need you to hack into their employee database, find my name, and delete it. I'm gonna be late for this party. Can you do it? I'll try. But just in case, you might want to whip up a story about why billionaire Emily Thorne needs to spend her New Year's Eve slinging champagne at corporate events. Emily Thorne didn't work that party, Nolan. Amanda Clarke did. It was before I changed my name.