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Cell phone accessories,
nail polish,

$200 on a haircut!

- It wasn't just a cut.
- It was a color too.

You don't need it!

Spend the money
on some decent food

so I'm not eating
the same crap every day.

I hate you!

Oh, now you've done it.

No. Get away from me!

Police. Open up.

NYPD. Open up.

Everything all right in here?

Yeah.

Mind if we step in?

What's going on?

- He had a knife.
- He wanted to cut me.

Liar. She was the one
throwing things at me.

- No, no. He was the one who...
- All right. All right.

First thing we do...
Take it down, all right?

No more yelling. You hurt?

No.

- You?
- No.

- But she ruined my shirt, that...
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You two keep it up,
we can take you both in.

No, it's okay.

Things just got
a little overheated,

that's all.

I ran your priors
on the way over here.

You didn't have any.

You sorry for what you did?

Yeah.

Say it.

- I'm sorry.
- No, say it to your wife.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

All right.

That's my cell,

and the number of St. Andrew's
is on the back.

They have a shelter
if you ever need a time out.

Okay? Okay.

All right, let's go.

We'll call it
a 10-90 unfounded.

You always make apologies
part of your calls?

I never go for the cuffs
right away.

First thing on a domestic,
I diffuse the situation,

look for common ground.

Be three moves ahead.

And I like it
when people play nice.

All units, Sector Alert.

10-53 Harry on the 2200 block
of East Corlent Street.

Light it up. Let's go.

Wait. That's not our sector,
though.

That hit and run's
on my street.

Oh, my God.
That looks like Bailey!

Oh. She's my daughter.

Bailey.
Bailey, can you hear me?

What happened?

Neighbor said a speeding car
hit her from behind.

Jumped the curb and hit her.

- Oh, my God. Okay.
- I'll ride in the car with her.

Can you do me a favor
and go check on Larry?

He should be home.

It's weird he's not here
with all this going on.

Don't worry.
It's gonna be okay.

All right? I promise you.

Got her? All right.

Larry?

Larry?

This is Janine's partner,
Justin.

You here?

Bailey's got an emergency...

*F B I Most Wanted*
Season 03 Episode 19

Episode Title: "Whack Job"
Aired on: April 26, 2022.

Claire Bear.

How you doing, big brother?

You look good, kiddo.

You do too.

- Mm.
- Mm.

How is it being back?

Great.

I'm still settling in,
but I'm getting there.

Last time I was here,
there was a foot of snow.

Took me three hours
to shovel the walk.

Last Christmas. I remember.

- We have an alarm now?
- In Fields ton?

It's for Mom.

Lets me know
if she opens the door.

She can be a bit of a roamer.

Come on. She's in here.

She's excited to see you.

Look who's here, Mom.

Hi, Mom. How are you?

Michael?

No. Michael's dead.

It's me, Remy.

I got these for you...
Your favorite tulips.

Remember?

Did you hit
another home run today?

I don't play baseball.
That was Mikey.

You were always so good.

Mom.

It's me, Remy, your oldest son.

I just moved back to New York.
It...

I need to take a nap.

Mother, no. You just woke up.

Well, I'm tired and I don't
wanna miss my program later.

Let me help you.

I don't need any help.

I'm not a baby.

Mom.

This is bad, Claire.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want you to worry.

She doesn't even know
who I am.

You can't take it personally.

The memories are there.

She just can't
always access them.

And anything unfamiliar
upsets her.

This is work. I have to go.

Remy.

Don't be mad.

I'm not.

I'm not, Claire.

I just...

I gotta go.

Victim on the left
is Larry Lewis.

He was shot dead in his home
in Sheepshead Bay

about an hour and a half ago.

On the right is his
16-year-old daughter Bailey.

Apparently, she was there
when it happened.

She tried to run and whoever
did this chased her down

and ran her over
with a blue Lexus sedan.

She's currently in critical
condition at Brooklyn Hospital.

Why is this case ours?

Because Larry Lewis
is really Ralph Fazzini.

He's been in federal
witness protection since 2013.

They relocated him here
from Long Beach, California.

Something about a racketeering
case on the docks.

Marshals HQ reached out
for an assist.

Let's get some intel
on the situation.

Anything on our fugitive?

NYPD pulled this

from the neighbor's
doorbell cam.

The driver appears to be
a white female, mid-30s.

Brutal. She kills the dad,

then goes out of her way
to take out the kid?

I ran the plates
on the Lexus.

They were stolen two nights ago
in Brooklyn.

Crazy question:

Any chance this woman's
the wife?

No. That would be
Officer Janine Viano.

She works out

of the 64th precinct
in Brooklyn.

She was on patrol
with her partner

when this all went down.

A cop married
to a former criminal.

Don't see that every day.

Kristin and I
will reach out to her.

You two take the crime scene.

Everything all right?

Yeah, I was just texting
with my sister.

I saw my mom this morning.
She's getting worse.

It was kind of a shock.

I'm sorry.

Thanks. Let's just go.

Bailey's been in surgery
for three hours.

No one's telling me anything.

I know this
is a difficult time,

but we need to talk now.

Yeah, of course.

So you and Larry met
in Brooklyn not that long ago.

Bailey
is your adopted daughter.

You guys are good.

Did Larry ever
tell you anything

about his life in California?

Before we met,
he lived in Jersey.

Larry's real name
is Ralph Fazzini.

He's been in federal witness
protection for nine years.

I think you must have him
mixed up with someone else.

My Larry's from Cape May.

His first wife, Bailey's mom,
died of breast cancer.

Did you ever meet
any of his family in Cape May?

No.

Look, we're sorry
to lay all this on you,

especially right now,
but your husband was arrested

for wire fraud and extortion
in 2013.

What?

Oh.

Why didn't he tell me?

Probably because
you're a cop.

Was your husband
in any trouble recently?

Stressed out about something?

A girlfriend on the side,
maybe?

- No.
- That's not the Larry I knew.

Okay, well,
the person who shot him

and ran your daughter over
was a woman.

Do you know who that is?

No. I don't.

I wish we had a better picture
of that bitch.

Larry was a good husband...

and a good father.

I want to find whoever did this
to my family and...

I know you want justice...

But don't make things worse.

Bailey needs you now
more than ever.

- Yeah.
- Okay?

Yeah. Thank you.

We're sorry for your loss,
officer.

You let us know
if there's anything we can do.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

The door wasn't closed
all the way.

I came in, Larry didn't answer
when I called him.

I walked through, came here,
found Larry dead on the floor.

Your partner ever mention
any legal troubles

with her husband?

No. Not that I know of.

Any problems
with her daughter at all?

Just the normal
teenage stuff, you know?

Grades, TikTok,
that kind of thing.

Did CSU check this door?

Not yet.

It was unlocked.

It could be how the shooter
gained entry.

Make sure to dust it
for prints.

Your people canvass the block
for witnesses?

The doorbell cam footage
we sent you is all we got.

My task force will
run point here,

but let's keep each other
in the loop.

Not a problem.
How's the girl?

Last I heard,
she was in surgery.

We'll post an officer
outside her room.

This looks like
a broken HID headlight.

Standard equipment on a Lexus.

We'll get CSU to bag it.

Let's update the BOLO too.

If that car has
a broken headlight,

it'll be easy to spot.

We'll alert local body shops.
Thank you.

So I got some more details
on the Ralph Fazzini of it all.

He flipped on about
a half dozen union officials

down at Port of Long Beach.

Everyone he testified against
served major time.

There were death threats
against him and his daughter.

Well, if his cover was blown,
it could be payback.

We'll get in touch
with the organized crime squad,

see who's dirty
down on the Brooklyn docks.

Jersey too.

There's tons of shipping
traffic across the harbor.

Look at you. Mr. New York.

148 covers.

It thinned out a bit
after 8:00.

Restaurant week
starts Monday.

Let's take reservations
at the bar.

We'll be swamped.

You think Stella
can handle that?

You're the one that hired her.

Whatever.

Damn video's out again.

I'll call them
in the morning.

Ugh. I hate this damn thing.

My Uber's here.
You want a ride?

Yeah.

- See you tomorrow.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Come on.

What'd you forget this time?

- Whoa.
- Sorry to bother you, sir.

We got a 911 call about
two guys tampering

with the service entrance
in the alley.

I'll need to check that out
from inside.

- Sure.
- It's through the kitchen.

Thanks.

I didn't hear anything
back here.

Yeah, well,
better safe than sorry.

Everything seems copacetic.

She's a very lucky girl.

Is she aware of what happened
to her father?

Her mom was here last night
when she came up from the ICU.

She went home
to change out of her uniform

while Bailey was still sedated.

Do you think Bailey could
handle some questions?

We'll go easy.

Hi, Bailey.

There's some people here
to see you.

- Hey. I'm Kristin.
- This is Remy.

We're with the FBI.

We've got some questions
for you if that's okay.

Okay.

How you feeling, Bailey?

Sleepy.

So sorry about your dad.

Do you think you can tell us
what happened?

I'll try.

Do you remember
yesterday morning?

Yeah.

I was in my room.

I heard something downstairs...
Two loud pops.

Did you hear
any voices first?

No.

I ran down. I saw my dad...

On the floor.

Then what happened?

The lady, she shot at me.

So I ran outside.

Do you know her?

- No.
- I can remember her face though.

Why'd she kill him?
He didn't do anything to her.

I think we should
let her rest now.

Just one more thing.

If you could tell us why you
weren't at school yesterday...

'Cause the teachers
had meetings.

Okay.

You did great, Bailey.

We're gonna make sure
you get extra Jell-O

for as long as you're here.

- I hate Jell-O.
- You hear that, doc?

No Jell-O.

Thanks, Bailey.

Lady came in a few hours
before you called.

She had her boss's Lexus.

Said he hit a deer
up in the Hamptons.

I popped in a new headlight
for her.

- Did you get her name?
- Nah.

She seemed real stressed

about getting the car
right back to him.

Whole repair
took about ten minutes.

Let me guess. She paid cash?

Yup.

I did snap a pic
of a VIN number.

- Can I get a photo of that?
- Mm-hmm.

Thanks, man. Appreciate it.

No problem, man.

- Kyra McCall.
- Her DMV photo is consistent

with the doorbell cam grab.

Hey.

We got a name
and a possible photo

off the VIN number
on the Lexus.

- Address?
- There's two.

One business, one residential.

All right. You and Ortiz
cover the one closest to you.

Okay. That's her apartment
in Tribeca.

- Go.
- Text me the business address.

Kristin and I will head over.

Agents Scott and Gaines.
Fugitive Task Force.

- What's up?
- What happened here?

The owner, a gentleman
named Tripp Anderson,

was murdered last night.

Busboy found him in the kitchen
when he opened up.

Gunshot?

His throat was slashed

sometime after the restaurant
closed last night.

Any signs of forced entry?

No, but their video security
was down, so...

Malfunctioning or disabled?

I look like
some kinda tech geek?

You and me both.

One of the employees here is
the fugitive we're looking for,

Kyra McCall.

- Oh, yeah.
- The busboy gave us her name.

What'd she do to get on
your naughty list?

Shot and killed a man
yesterday,

ran his daughter over
with a car.

Both victims
were relocated here by WITSEC.

Might be best to keep
a low profile on this

while we're
tracking down McCall.

- Got it.
- I'll speak to my chief,

let him know
the cavalry's arrived.

Any other employees
we should know about?

The sous chef.

Yeah, by the name
of Ramon Acosta.

Helped the owner close
last night.

Lives in Harlem.
838 McCutcheon.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

838.

Do you think this murder
was Kyra's handiwork?

I don't believe
in coincidences.

Call Ortiz.
Tell him what's going on.

The plates and the gun.

In case you ever need
to get in touch.

- Are we good, Janine?
- Yeah. Yeah.

There's a crappy photo
of you in your car...

- Oh, God.
- From the doorbell cam.

But it's nothing
to worry about.

You didn't tell me
the kid would be home.

She was supposed to be
at school.

- Well, she wasn't.
- I had to improvise.

You did real good, okay?

You never leave an eyewitness.

You having
buyer's remorse now?

After what that bastard
did to you?

You can kneel down
and take it...

or you can do something
about it.

All right?

You were right about Tripp
all along.

I worked my ass off for him for
ten years and he played me.

You know what the FBI
told me about Larry?

He's a scumbag criminal
with a record.

Him and his bratty daughter

weren't even using
their real names...

This on top of all that money
they hid from me.

At least he didn't
kick you to the curb

for a 22-year-old bartender.

That place
will be yours soon.

As long as we stick together
and trust each other.

Okay?

Feels good.

Kyra left about two hours ago
on her way to the gym.

Do you know which gym?

She had a bag
from Gotham House.

- There's, like, ten of those.
- You know which one?

Couldn't tell you.

You know what time
she got home last night?

- I don't know.
- I'm off the clock at 6:00.

Ivan.

There she is. Excuse us.

Excuse me.

Where'd she go?

I have no idea.

- What the hell?
- Get down. Sit.

Okay. Jeez, man.

Shut up.

What's happening?

You wanna tell me
where Kyra is?

- What?
- Kyra. Where is she?

I don't know. I haven't
seen her since last night.

Hey, man. Careful!

Clear.

He doesn't know where she is.

I haven't seen her
since last night.

Was that before or after
she slit your boss' throat?

- What?
- You heard me.

Kyra and me left together.

Tripp was still there.
He was still running receipts

- and definitely still alive.
- You went your separate ways?

No, we took an Uber.

Show me.

It's, um, right here.

Well, he's telling the truth.

He dropped Kyra off first.

What was their relationship
at work?

It's complicated.

Complicated how?

Before she became hostess,

Anderson's was in trouble,
okay?

But she turned things around,
okay?

She... she brought in new chefs,
new décor, new clientele.

Tripp must have
appreciated that.

Tripp appreciates anything
in a short skirt.

- They were having an affair?
- Yeah.

I tried to warn Kyra
to stay away from him,

but she insisted he was gonna
make her an equity partner...

20% for turning around
Anderson's.

Let me guess.

Tripp found
a new skirt to chase.

The bartender, Stella.

I've gone over the Lewis
financials six ways to Sunday.

Kyra has zero ties to Larry
or the Long Beach case.

Yet shoots him,
then later that same day,

her boss and former lover
gets his.

While Kyra's ride sharing home

in the back
of an airtight alibi.

All right. Check this out.

Anderson's
is under new ownership.

Tripp sold Anderson's
to Loeb Hospitality Group

last month.

He stayed on as manager
and pocketed a payday

in the low seven figures.

Ask me, there's nothing low
about seven figures.

Zero percent
of which is still zero,

and Tripp promised Kyra he'd
make her an equity partner.

Then dumped her,
sold the business Kyra saved,

and left her with a goose egg.

Not sure
if I'd kill someone over it,

but I wouldn't mind going
ten rounds in a boxing gym.

So Kyra goes to
that bougie gym, Gotham House.

Guess who else
has a membership there.

Janine Viano.

What if Janine helped Kyra
solve her problem?

What's in it for Janine?

Maybe Janine and Kyra
fell in love.

Or Janine found out
that she was married

to a criminal in WITSEC.

That would raise
a few eyebrows.

Two gym buddies looking
to work out their man problems.

And who better to plan
two perfect murders than a cop?

We need to find
Officer Viano now.

You'll be safe here.

Which is good, because...

Bailey just made it
through surgery.

She's alive?

Yeah.

Now the feds have tagged you
to both crime scenes,

so it's only a matter of time
before Bailey IDs you.

I followed the plan.

I did everything like you said.

And now I'm still stuck
cleaning up the mess you made.

What... what are we gonna do?

You're gonna fix this
by finishing off Bailey.

I can't.

You're wanna wind up in jail?

Huh?

No. I don't want that for you.

What would I need to do?

It's fentanyl. It's easy.

She'll just go right to sleep.

- This doesn't make any sense.
- Viano is one of my best.

She's on
the domestic violence squad.

I recommended her personally
for that duty.

Did she work last night?

No. She's been on bereavement
since her husband's murder.

Any disciplinary issues?

Not one complaint.

I take issue
with how she keeps this locker.

Thank you.

She told me they were having
financial trouble.

Larry was in construction,

but business dried up
after COVID.

I've got three new apartment
buildings just on my block.

Seems like business
is back with a vengeance.

Janine told me
he bled her dry.

Plus, he insisted
on giving Bailey a credit card

- when she turned 16.
- How'd that turn out?

She maxed out at Sephora.

She bought every lip kit
a Jenner ever pimped.

Sounds like motive to me.

Come on, man.

Janine didn't kill her husband
because the kid was spoiled.

No, she convinced Kyra McCall
to do it for her.

A partnership
is like a family.

I get that.

But sometimes it's the people
we're closest to

that hurt us the most.

You sure you trust her?

Look, man,
Janine's a good cop.

All right?
But I'm from Bed-Stuy.

I don't trust anybody.

Me either.

I just got off the phone
with the Marshals Service.

There's no way
that Larry was broke.

He was receiving
a monthly stipend

for cooperating with the feds.

- Sent to his home address?
- A PO box in Flatbush.

So he could hide it
from his wife.

All in, Larry socked away
over $400,000.

He was leeching off Janine

and secretly packing
his own golden parachute

while Bailey ran up credit card
bills all over town.

Well, if Janine knew
he was hiding money from her,

it could be what triggered her.

Brooklyn Hospital
just logged a new visitor

for Bailey Lewis...
Arlene Atkins.

Only family
can add new visitors.

Was a cop posted
outside her door?

Yeah, there's supposed to be.

All right. Arlene Atkins,

arrested a few months ago
in Brooklyn

by patrol officer Janine Viano.

She's still in jail
awaiting trial.

- They're coming after Bailey.
- Call the hospital. Let's go.

Urgent 10-13. Shots fired.

Officer down in
Brooklyn Hospital parking lot.

- Copy that.
- Officer responding.

Hey, what're you doing?

Stop right there.

Get away from me!

Help! Someone help!

Someone help!

Help!

Someone help!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah? Okay.

This looks like some kind
of hot shot.

I'm gonna find a doctor.

Okay. Come on.

Ms. Penn, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

She's been poisoned.
Do you have naloxone on you?

- Yeah.
- Let's go. Come on.

Okay.

I'm gonna get her
onto her back, flat.

- Okay.
- That's it.

- All right.
- Lower the head. Steady.

Okay. Come on.

- Okay, I'll hold her head.
- All right.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Okay. One, two, three.

One, two, come on.

Come on.

Hey, Bailey. Remember me?

- Sure.
- You're the Jell-O man.

How you feeling?

Okay.

Did you recognize
that woman today?

- Yeah.
- She's the one from yesterday.

- The lady who shot at you?
- And my dad.

She's never coming
back here again.

I promise.

Okay.

Did your mom ever mention
a friend name Kyra?

My mom died.

Sorry. Your step mom, Janine.

- No.
- Maybe someone from her gym?

Or...

I don't think so.

Where is she?
Why isn't she here?

Bailey...

this'll be hard to hear.

But you deserve the truth.

Your step mom and that lady...

They had a plan
to kill your dad.

No.

No, that... that can't be true.

I lost someone
very close to me too.

So I know exactly
how you're feeling.

But... I know this
is hard to believe...

As you get older...

people change.

- And you know what happens?
- What?

They even start
eating Jell-O.

Not me.

Mmm.

Sorry to interrupt.

Can I borrow you for a sec?

- It's so good.
- Mm-mm.

- Don't touch that.
- Oh, I won't.

Ugh.

Patient floors
are all on lockdown.

Main exits are covered.

Hana and Ortiz are leading
a grid search right now

- for Arlene.
- The nurse?

She's gonna make it.

Nice work.

Officer Viano.

Out of uniform.
It must be your day off.

No such thing, Sister Mary.

I'm just checking in
on my new girl.

- She still here?
- Upstairs.

Already lost her key.
I had to let her in.

Thanks.

Kyra, I need you
to pick up the phone, okay?

I'm worried about you.

I need you to talk to me.

We just gotta...

we just gotta get through this.

You can trust me.

That was tough.

- You were great with her.
- Thanks.

- You have kids?
- No. You?

Two. Ingrid and Jack.

I can't for the life of me
wrap my head around

someone sending a person
to kill their own daughter.

- Stepdaughter.
- Still.

Even a mother's love
has its limits.

We found Arlene.

Photo on the visitor's pass
is clearly Kyra.

We must have lost them
in the parking garage.

Unis are still canvassing.

And then there's this.

Hotel room key. Room 14.

The graphic is Saint Andrew.

And this
was in Janine's locker.

St. Andrew's Women's Shelter.

Where they don't ask
too many questions.

You two go check it out.

It's funny, you just missed

the officer
who brought the girl in.

Janine?

Yeah.

Stay here.

- What happened?
- In there.

- Yo, you should not be here.
- I need you to let me inside.

The FBI's looking for you,
okay?

- No, they...
- They came by the precinct.

They said that you murdered
someone.

- I can explain.
- I can explain.

But I need you
to let me inside.

I can't be on the street, okay?

Come on.

They're trying to pin
Larry's murder on me.

He was a criminal.
The feds tell you that?

Yeah, I heard something
about WITPRO.

Wire fraud and extortion.

That was before he flipped.

I mean, there are dozens of
people that wanted Larry dead.

He was a lying sack of crap,
but he was my husband.

Hey, what about that guy
in the restaurant?

They're trying to frame me
for that too.

I don't know why.

I need you
to drive me somewhere, okay?

- Nah.
- I need you to just drive me somewhere.

I can't get involved
with this, man.

You just gotta get me
out of the city

for a few days, that's all.

- That's all.
- I don't know.

Justin, you remember
that stalker on Coney Island?

You forgot to check him
for weapons.

You almost got stabbed.

I saved you.

Please save me.

You owe me that. Please.

Please.

Okay.

- All right.
- Thank you.

- Just a ride.
- Thank you.

- Just a ride. That's it.
- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Why don't you clean yourself
up, all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

- Bathroom's that way.
- Okay.

No activity on Janine's
credit cards.

Cell phone's off too.

Yup. Thanks, lieutenant.

That was Justin Hill's CO.

Guess who called in sick today?

Any vehicles registered
to Officer Hill?

Yeah. A Jeep Cherokee.

- Track his GPS?
- Yeah. I got it.

He's heading north
on Taconic Parkway.

So what about Bailey?

She's in no condition
to go anywhere right now.

- You're just gonna leave her?
- No.

I'll come back and get her
when this all blows over.

I think we got company.

It's the FBI, Janine.

You think they saw us?

I'm not sure.

Looks like Justin's driving.

But is he a hostage
or a accomplice?

So what if they try
to pull us over?

Just get me to the border
and I'll figure it out.

No, no. No. I'm not taking
you to Canada, Janine.

Do not stop driving.

Nah, man.

What are you doing?

I'm getting myself out
of the mess that you made.

Do not stop driving this car!

Or what, Janine?

Or I'll kill you.

Come on, man.

Where's your weapon?

- I left it in my...
- Where is your weapon?

I left it in my apartment
in the lock box, okay?

You stay here.

Don't come any closer.

What's the exit strategy
here, Janine?

Keep your men back,
or I'll kill him.

He's the only thing
keeping you alive right now.

I don't have a clear shot.

Why is Justin tapping
the brake lights?

Is that morse code?

Short, short, short.

Short, long. S-A-F-E.

He's signaling
it's safe to approach.

Ortiz, you and me.

- I don't like this.
- I hear you.

You come any closer,
I will blow his brains out!

Bad idea, Janine.

You don't wanna make things
worse than they already are,

- do you?
- I told you to stop.

I don't think you'd kill
your own partner.

You take one more step
and he's dead.

I'm okay.

I'm good, okay? You're good.

She won't shoot.
All right?

- He's trying to surrender.
- Or it's a trap.

- Slowly.
- She's not gonna shoot.

Hands up. Hands up.

I told you not to move.

Don't run!

Stop running! Stop... get down!

Get on the ground!

Get down! Get down!

Hands behind your back.

When I saw
the defensive wound

on her hand,
I knew you was right about her.

You know,
she strangled her accomplice

right before showing up
at your door.

What made you think
to use morse code?

My pops was in the Air Force.

He taught me when I was five.

Finally came in handy.

And why'd you stay
in the car?

You're kidding, right?

Expose myself to four feds

who don't know
if I'm friend or foe?

No, the best play
was to sit tight,

let it all play out.

And you made sure she
couldn't use this on any of us.

Yeah.

Before we left my house,
I took the mag out,

jammed a paper clip up top...

Cleared the gun.

Smart.

Training officer always said,
"Stay three steps ahead."

At least
she did something right.

You're serious about this?

I just wanna start
the conversation.

They have a dedicated unit
for Alzheimer's patients.

Remy, she doesn't need it
and we can't afford it.

Yes, she does need it,
and finances are not the issue.

Between what Dad left her
and what the house is worth...

- I live in that house.
- Yeah, I know.

And that's
what I'm worried about.

Why?

You're a grown-ass woman

living
in your childhood bedroom.

You deserve more of a life

than taking care of Mom
all the time.

Come on.

And who else is gonna do it?

Feel free to step up
at any time,

'cause I sure as hell
could use the help.

I don't wanna fight with you.

You just told me
I have no life.

You always had issues with Mom.

Yeah, I did.

So why are you taking it out
on me?

This fridge is always empty.

There's something
you don't know.

I'm just gonna say it.

Three days after Mikey died,
Mom and I...

were in his room
going through his stuff.

And she looked at me...

and said...

"I wish it was you."

He was the good one."

Remy.

She was grieving.
She was upset.

Yeah.

I know she didn't mean it.

Been 25 years
and she's never apologized,

so maybe she did mean it.

You know what?
Maybe she's right.

I am sorry she said that,

'cause I know
that she loves you.

She's proud of you too.

She tells her friends
all the time,

"My son is an FBI agent."

Look, I love her
as much as you do.

I'm just trying
to do the right thing here.

For her and you.

You know,
if we sold that house,

you could come live here
with me.

There's
a spectacularly bad idea.

Yeah, it's a terrible idea.
Sorry.

Anyway, we don't have
to decide right now.

Come on.

Where are we going?

I vote Tarantino's.

Spaghetti bolognese.
Caesar salad. Veal piccata.

Should we take the bottle?

It would be irresponsible
not to.

Let's go.

You are messy, you know that,
right?