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Previously on The
Better Sister...

The Real
Thing's editor-in-chief,

Chloe Taylor.

Good evening.

Where is that husband of hers?

-Sorry I'm late.
-Hey.

You look gorgeous.

-This came for you.
-You know who this is from?

Jesus, Chlo...

They brought it to our house.

I'm hiring private security.

Oh, my God. Adam.

Did you ever report the threats?

A lot is said online.

It doesn't always cross
over into real life.

Glass contained in this
section. Undisturbed.

Someone staged this.

Does that make
sense to you, Ethan?

Are you asking him to

put himself in the mind
of his father's killer?

Just letting you in on
our thought process.

Ethan needs to be
with his legal guardian.

Who, in this case, is
his biological mother.

-Hey, Nicky.
-Hey, sis.

Lab found
Ethan Macintosh's DNA

under Adam's fingernails.

Well, that's a shame.

Chloe?

Chloe?

Chloe!

Now I lay
me down to sleep...

Chloe!

She has risen!

...I pray the Lord

my soul to keep.

You know, this
Wallace Lake is man-made.

Chloe?

And if I die...

before I wake...

bury me...

at Shadow Lake.

Chloe!

But this
is Wallace Lake.

I like Shadow better.

Chloe! Chloe!

Chloe!

Chloe!

"My sister is here.

My husband has been murdered."

Even though I am feeling
anxiety about this...

...I release it.

♪ And as the cash box rang,
I thought everything away...

What the fuck is that music?

-♪ Oops ♪
-♪ There goes the dreams we used to say...

It's just music.

♪ There goes the
time we spent away...

It's just music.

♪ But you cheated on me...

It's just music.

-♪ Oops ♪
-♪ There goes the house we made a home...

♪ There goes...

Oh, God. What
is that fucking music?

I mean, I don't know what's
up with this Ottolenghi guy.

There's, like, 40 ingredients per crepe.

I'll clean up soon
as we're done.

It's okay, sweetheart.
Annalisa comes tomorrow.

We are making cheese
crepes with pistachios

and honey. We just
have to figure out...

Music off.

Have some respect.

You guys can go ahead
and eat without me.

I have a few things I
need to do at the office.

I'm meeting with Catherine's
cybersecurity guy. I have some questions.

But are you okay? The last thing
I want to do is leave, but...

-Oh, I'll be fine, it's okay.
-Yeah. I'm here.

We'll have dinner together
tonight? Something good?

Yeah.

I love you.

Love you.

That's a nice lipstick, Chlo.

You look good.

Thanks. Keep your phone on,
okay? So I can check in.

Yes, boss.

Sisters, can you believe that?

I smile every
time I think about it.

So, the boy's mother,

who's also the victim's
ex-wife, is the wife's sister?

♪ And that's the way they
all became the Brady Bunch ♪

Nicole Macintosh.

Sister, mother,
ex-wife from Ohio.

We're waiting on her phone
records to come through,

confirm whereabouts at
the time of the murder,

and the swabs came back from
the package Ms. Taylor received.

-The porno present?
-Yeah.

Um, fingerprints linked
to a Mrs. Karen DiManco.

What? A woman did that?

-Yeah.
-Jesus, that's the end

of civilization right there.

Uh, lives in Bayside, a prior
indictment for inciting a riot...

Hey, Bowen, would you stand
up, please? I can't see you.

Yes, sir.

Um, a prior indictment
for inciting a riot,

organizing a bus trip
down to D.C. on January 6,

but has a alibi on the
night of the murder.

I still want to
meet her. Be fun.

Reaching out to the
guests at the dinner party

Ms. Taylor attended.

Feelers out
to the boy's school,

connecting with the dean later.

The doorman who dropped
him off, I really think...

The big money is...

The kid's DNA was found under
the victim's fingernails.

Yeah, I saw that. What
do you make of it?

Some families are
physically intimate.

-Ew.
-Well, look, I brushed

my grandson's hair this morning.

Uh, you'd probably get the same
results if you did the swab on me,

but it's certainly not nothing.

Not nothing? I mean, combined
with lying about the alibi,

it's more than enough.

-Mm.
-The only missing items

were from his room.

Oh, and we've already,
uh, put in for the warrant

to search the
Manhattan apartment.

-Good.
-We'll talk to the doorman there.

My money's on the kid, with
a knife, in a dirty hamper.

But I do want to talk to him
again, if the mothers allow.

This family's
been broken wide open, Nan.

See, y-you want to walk alongside that,
not bulldoze through it, all right?

Yeah?

Jake Rodriguez, here
for his interview.

Okay. Hey, house mouse.

You need a fucking haircut.

You too, Serpico.

The hair or the
mustache, your choice.

-Yes, sir.
-All right, that's it.

Keep me posted.
Guidry, hang back.

Okay.

Go take a powder.

All right.

Listen, uh...

there's no one else I
would rather have on this.

Thank you, Lieu.

But I can't have any
bullshit on this one, Nan.

It's not just the
East-enders paying attention.

Half of Manhattan is peering through
my window already, all right?

You bludgeon someone
with a phone book,

I cannot bury it.

Oh, come on, boss. They don't
make phone books anymore.

Hardy har. Friendly warning.

Thank you.

What was that?

Wanted my fried catfish recipe.

Hmm.

-Mr. Rodriguez, thanks for coming.
-Yes. Oh, yeah. Of course.

Hope it wasn't too much trouble.

No. Not at all.

So, Ms. Taylor informed us
that you and Adam Macintosh

were working together with
a client, the Gentry Group?

-That's correct.
-Their website says, uh,

they "run logistics and operations
for developers all over the world,

taking a synergistic approach
to real estate acquisitions

and construction management,
from conception to execution."

Enlighten the common people.

Well,
yeah.

They help people build stuff.

That's, um... Oh, uh, no.

-Thank you.
-Seem like a tea guy.

-Yeah.
-Two kinds of people in the world.

The calendar entries
they sent over,

uh, said your firm met with them

for four days leading up to Adam's
murder, including the day of.

Your attendance was recorded in all
those meetings, except the last one.

Adam took that alone.

Yeah, it's not, uh, rare

for, uh, an associate to
have an additional meeting.

Is it common for them to
favor one over the other?

-What do you mean?
-The picking

and choosing of
who they meet with,

is that a normal part of things?

You know, kept score of, far as
say, how making partner goes?

Uh, you'd have to
ask our boss, Bill Braddock.

How'd Adam seem
in the days prior?

The same.

And when was the
last time you spoke with him?

-At Chloe's event.
-Right.

You three were close.

Well, we... Yeah, we
spent time together.

And when did you
arrive out here?

I... The day before last.
Yeah. I met with my contractor.

You had some free time,
you weren't at the meeting.

We had dinner afterwards.

Was it a date? You
and the contractor?

Um...

Not my type.

That's it.

He hated Adam.

Hates you, too, now.

-You think so?
-Yeah.

Let's get his phone records. Get
Fran in here to bag that cup.

Hi, who you looking for?

Chloe Taylor. It's Adam.

Hey.

-What are you doing here?
-I was in the neighborhood.

Oh. Really?

Uh, no. No, not really.

-Need a little help?
-No, it's fine.

I'm just... I'm gonna call
the super. It's-it's okay.

It's nothing a little Spackle
won't fix.

♪ My very life today...

Yes. Thank you.

♪ If I don't get some shelter...

Ethan loves the little
school you found for him.

He's really happy there.

Oh, that's good.

Yeah. If you hadn't intervened, I don't
know what his life would be right now.

♪ It's just a shot away,
it's just a shot away ♪

♪ War, children...

You regret helping us,
signing those papers.

No, no. My mom...

Just...

it hasn't been...

Well, you know.

She's still really angry
at me for doing that.

I miss talking to you.

-Well, Ethan's here and he's safe.
-That's not all it was about.

♪ Fire is sweeping ♪

♪ Over our very street today...

I really got to get
back to it. My work.

♪ Red coal carpet ♪

♪ Mad bull lost your way ♪

♪ War, children ♪

♪ It's just a shot away,
it's just a shot away...

Please.

♪ War ♪

♪ Murder ♪

♪ It's just a shot away,
it's just a shot away ♪

♪ Rape, murder ♪

♪ It's just a shot away,
it's just a shot away ♪

♪ War, murder ♪

♪ It's just a shot away,
it's just a shot away ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ It's just a kiss away ♪

Ms. Taylor?
Jerry McCabe.

It's nice to
meet you in person.

Tell me a little
bit about your problem.

It's been going on for quite
a while, these threats.

Which platform?

Well,
Poppit, mainly, or...

really any forum that
mentions my name.

Um, you know, some of those names,
those screen names that I sent you

last night, they keep appearing.

Um...

KillerChad69,

KurtRomaine.

A lot of those are
just dummy accounts.

Takes longer to get into their servers,
get the subscriber's information,

identities linked to the email.

In a little time, I can get it for you,
but it wouldn't be admissible in court.

I just thought I was one of the
good guys trying to help people.

Come on, Ms. Taylor.

Saint Teresa had a Twitter,
they would call her a twat.

Let me reassure you, Ms. Taylor,

I don't care how many
password encryptions,

spoofed IPs,
concealing software,

fucking firewalls
that they scramble,

public computers,
borrowed, stolen.

I track them down.

So, these comments,

how often do they...

become something more than that?

Like, how often...

how often do people
follow through?

Well, there's been an
uptick, last few years.

Some of these threats

are coming from a computer
registered to "The Real Thing."

Well, that's my office.

Yeah.

Sorry.

I'll be in touch.

A case like this, we do our work
as quickly and quietly as we can.

We don't want anyone
else involved.

We'll funnel the
press inquiries through us

so you don't have to
deal directly right now.

Less you say, the
better you look.

I haven't found that
to be true, actually.

Excuse me.

What the
hell is in Queens?

Pardon?

-You're early.
-Always.

Bill sent, uh, Farris
and Lazar over.

Farris. Hello.

Give us the room, please.

Certainly.

We'll be down the hall.

Not necessary.

I'll have replacements
here within the hour.

Thank you.

And, uh, thank you
for the McCabe thing.

Of course. Jerry's
the real deal.

You can trust him,
unlike those two.

Have you had problems
with-with anyone here...

Sorry, Chloe, I
just wanted to clear these.

I know the smell of
lilies makes you sick.

You remember my excellent
assistant Sonia Carter.

-It's wonderful to see you again.
-You as well.

-Do your thing.
-Right. Um...

So, how did you want me to
handle the press inquiries?

There's been over 75
since this morning.

All major newspapers,
international magazines, everybody.

-Funnel everything through legal.
-Mm-hmm.

Uh, forward all press
questions to me, please.

And, uh, copy me on all
future correspondence.

-I want them to know I'm listening.
-Okay, yeah.

Let's make a list,
uh, who sent what.

Donate all the food to
the women's shelter.

The flowers can go
in the break room,

and let's hang on to the
bakery stuff for my son.

How is Ethan?

I'm not really sure.

Oh, Sonia?

Um, if my sister calls,

-put her through.
-Oh, I...

I didn't know you had a sister.

Yeah.

-She's at my place.
-Is she using?

Sober, apparently.

Came to "help."

What about Adam's
ex? Ethan's mother?

Oh, um, haven't
heard from her yet.

When is your
appointment with Bill?

He didn't have
time till later today.

Oh, of course.
Didn't want to move

his standing "health
club" appointment.

He's such an old whore.

Husband of his is a fucking saint.

Oh, my God.

You're in it.

There's nowhere else to be.

But you're not alone.

Fuck.

In a few days,

I'll put something
small together,

out at the beach, away from
all those fucking vultures.

So you can mourn with your...

with your people.

Thank you. Thank you.

Your employees need
to hear from you now.

Okay.

Hey, Sonia,

can you gather
everyone in the lobby?

I'd like to, uh,
say a few words.

-On it.
-Thank you.

The mailbox
is full and cannot accept

-any messages at this time.
-Of course it fucking is.

-Nicky?
-Hey.

You doing okay?

Yeah.

Where are you?

Down the hall.

Were you sleeping?

Yeah, those, uh, 300
crepes really wiped me out.

I was just saying hi,

checking in.

Cool.

Hello.

Love you.

Ooh.

Hey, sis.

You never called me
sis when we were growing up. It's weird.

Everything's fine here.

-Ethan's sleeping.
-Great.

Well, your mailbox is full,
so delete your messages, okay?

Ah, yeah, shit, sorry. Um...

I got a bunch from
Mom saved on there.

Okay. I need to get in
touch with you, so...

Yeah, okay. I got it.

I'm serious, Nicole...

A lot of sky.

Put it out of your mind.

Can't think about it.

Fuck off, Dad.

Hold this for me.

Good morning, everyone.

Thank you so much for your
kind notes and emails.

They've meant a lot.

I wish...

I wish I had a...

a plan.

Or something wise to share.

But all I can say is...

...it's awful.

All of it.

And it's going to get
rough, so brace yourselves.

Because they are going to attack

this cause, this
magazine, my family.

Whatever good will be tainted
by its connection to this.

This is, this is the perfect
opportunity for them to undermine

the difference that we've made.

But I promise that if you
give me your strength,

then I will give you mine.

Thank you.

Also, I've hired a
cybersecurity expert,

because someone in this room is
threatening me and my family online.

And that makes me sad.

But we will find out who.

It's just a matter of time.

Thank you.

So, was it a regular
thing, you driving Ethan out there?

Yeah, every
once in a while.

You know, help out Ms. Taylor,
earn a few extra bucks.

I used to be a driver.

And after you dropped him off?

Met a buddy, bar out there.

Unlimited wings if you
get there before 6:00.

You mind writing down his information...

-Sure.
-...bar's name?

Would you say you're
close with the family?

This job, you get to
know people pretty well.

Especially if they have kids.

And you watch them
grow up, you know?

Chloe and Ethan are
two of my favorite.

Mm. Any idea when Ms.
Taylor might be back?

I'll tell her you
came by, though.

We'll wait. Thank you.

Fuck...

Thanks a lot.

Doorman's got an alibi,

and no dice on meeting
with Adam's boss.

-What's the word on the warrant?
-Still waiting, should be soon.

That was my connect
in county records.

Said Adam Macintosh's
father died

while serving a 20-year
sentence for drug possession.

-And his mother?
-Welfare chiseler.

Deceased, it seems,
paper trail's thin.

But absent father?

That may have made Adam
come down hard on his kid.

-Or give him everything he didn't get.
-Sometimes,

I suppose, but...

I mean, imagine being him.

Everywhere you look,
proof you made it.

The beautiful wife, the career.

Then your kid's a
fucking pothead?

Just a shiftless blob in your house
who, every time you looked at him,

reminds you who you actually are
underneath your Brooks Brothers suit?

-You really got it in for Ethan, huh?
-No, no, no. No.

Trust me, I wish the mother
was the one who did this.

Look, no one likes watching a
wealthy woman fall more than I do.

I do not want that sweet,
soft boy to be guilty.

Whatever Ethan Macintosh's
version of feeling alienated,

like an unlovable
piece of shit is,

that his overachieving, fit
father piled on about...

I don't know, maybe
Ethan got tired of it.

Maybe there are not enough
Gucci sneakers in the world

to make him feel adequate.

Maybe he stabbed him to death
just to shut him the fuck up.

Just saying.

Were you picked on
a lot growing up?

Dyke from the Deep
South. What do you think?

Hmm.

Let's go wait inside.

Make everybody nervous.

-Hi.
-Oh, sweetie.

Mm.

You need a drink.

I am so overwhelmed, I haven't even
had a moment to grieve, by the way.

My sister sucks the air

-out of every room she's in.
-Hmm.

When you lose someone

in a snap, that'll
rock your world,

no matter how you
felt about them.

I loved Adam.

Of course you did.

My first lover. Lucas?

So gorgeous.

He had AIDS back when there
was nothing that could be done.

No meds, nothing.

I knew he was gonna die.

But one night, he went for
a walk on the beach and...

-killed himself.
-Jesus, Bill.

I had our dinner on the stove.

Shrimp and jalapeños.

Not to make it all about
me, but let's do, anyway.

Ugh, the questions,
they just never end.

I don't even know where Adam
was the last day of his life.

I don't know what he was doing.

And w-what is this
company, Gentry?

They seem like every
other group we represent,

but I'll have one of the
younger attorneys check it out.

Okay, thank you.

I cared for your
husband very much.

Such a hard worker.

Relentless.

Thank you.

To the relentless men we loved.

I may just stay here
and get shit-faced.

Mmm.

Excuse me. This is my doorman.

-Hey, Arty. Is everything okay?
-Two detectives here

looking for you. I told
'em you weren't home.

I'm on my way.

Hampton detectives
are at my place.

Hopefully they
have some news. Oh.

I found this Lyft receipt.

Adam's, from two nights ago.

He wasn't where he said he was.

Leave it with me. I'll check
it against his other expenses.

Hey, you didn't fire the lawyers
I sent over this morning, did you?

Catherine.

Get an attorney
referral from Jake.

Lawyer up. Now.

Okay.

I need you to check
something out for me,

before this girl
gets herself killed.

-Thank you, Arty.
-Anything you need.

Ms. Taylor,
forgive the drop-by.

We were in town
on other business.

Oh.

Oh, I thought you had information
about who could've killed Adam.

-No. Sorry.
-How's your son?

Come. Let's talk upstairs.

♪ You can't appreciate it ♪

♪ I'm only happy when it rains ♪

♪ You know I...

Music off.

Music off.

Hello?

-Hey.
-Oh, hey.

Hi.

My sister Nicole.

There are, uh, Detectives
Guidry and Bowen.

Yeah. We-we spoke on the phone.

-Nicky.
-Um, is Ethan still sleeping?

He's okay.

Let's sit.

This won't take long.

Yeah. I'll
just get right to it.

Records show your
husband owned a handgun.

Yes, Adam was
concerned with safety.

My profile was rising,

and that brought unwanted
attention to the family.

I never wanted a
gun in the house.

I asked him to get rid of
it, he promised me he would.

-We're just not gun people.
-What do you mean,

"gun people"?

Our father served in Vietnam.

He saw combat and he hated

any firearm of any kind.

Yeah. Yeah.

Not sure we need to be sharing all
this, but yeah, bayonet man, more like.

-Where's the gun now?
-Oh, I-I don't know, um...

I'm sorry, why are we
talking about guns?

The murder weapon was a knife.

Just trying to get a
full family portrait.

-Uh-huh.
-And not for nothing,

nine-millimeter takes eight
months to legally register,

including submitting fingerprints,
an affidavit signed by you.

It's a lot of effort
to lose track of.

Also, was this the same gun

that Ethan took to school?

Uh, I'm sorry. What? He what?

That was just all
a misunderstanding.

That's not what the headmistress
at Ethan's school said.

I don't understand how
that's relevant at all,

whereas I have some information
that might be relevant.

Adam charged Lyft rides...

...in the last few days to
our personal credit card.

He was dropped at an
intersection in Queens.

If Adam had been working,

those would've been on
the business account.

Oftentimes, when people get
dropped off at intersections

instead of exact addresses,

that's about other,
you know, bad behavior.

Our marriage was strong.

I've also hired a private
tech security company

to track the cyber
threats, and I'm assuming

that you guys haven't
followed up on that, either?

Oh, our people are on it.

Oh, okay. Well, those threats are
coming from someone in my office.

So when I have any
more information, I...

-Mom?
-Whoa. You need to go back to your room.

Actually, we have

a few more questions for Ethan,
if it's okay with you two.

-What do you mean, "more"?
-It's fine. I'm-I'm good to answer...

-No.
-It's okay

-if he wants to answer your questions.
-You're not gonna... No. Not a...

-Nicky, it's-it's...
-It is not fine at all.

Absolutely...
Go to your room!

I'm your mother.

Go to your room. That is final.

Okay.

This innocent visit is now over.

All right.

-One more thing...
-No.

-You speak to our lawyer.
-Results showed

Ethan's DNA under
Adam's fingernails.

Thank you for your
time. We're leaving now.

It's a beautiful
apartment, Ms. Taylor.

-Really lovely.
-Kick yourselves in the ass

on the way out.

That bitch is a problem.

Well, you know, it-it really doesn't
help us, you acting like white trash.

I'm sorry, that's what
you're worried about?

How we look?

Hey, do you understand
what is going on here?

-Do you, Chloe?
-Yes, I do.

-I'm getting a referral for a lawyer.
-A referral?

-I'm getting a referral.
-Wake up, Chloe.

They think Ethan
killed his father.

His DNA. What the fuck?

Would you stop?

-What is taking you so long?
-Just stop.

-Get the lawyer.
-Stop it.

-Give me a minute. Give me a minute.
-Jesus Christ, Chloe.

You let him talk to them alone?

He is a minor.

Just give me a minute.

Okay?

Can tell that one's very
familiar with criminal justice.

Sorry about that
element of surprise.

You're good.

Maybe we, uh, go to the
courthouse, check up on things?

Thought
you'd never ask.

-Hey, Jake, hi.
-How you doing?

Uh, yeah, we're, um,
we're holding steady.

Anything that I can help with?

Yes, I need a criminal lawyer.

With-with experience
with juveniles.

Yes, with-with experience,
um, representing teenagers.

For Ethan?

Yes, for Ethan. Right away.

-Please.
-Uh, yeah, no problem.

Just, uh, give me a moment.

-What's he saying?
-Shut up. Just...

-Just shut up.
-What?

No, no, sorry. Not you. Not you.

Uh, I think I know someone.

Should I call them or do
you want to call them?

No, no, I-I trust you.

Just make the call.
Please make the call.

-Okay. You got it.
-Thank you.

Okay, so we got
somebody or what?

We got somebody, but what
is... what's wrong with you?

-What-what is this?
-What is what?

-Are you on something?
-Am...

-What?
-What is this?

What is this energy?

This, like, tweaking...

-...thing?
-This is not tweaking.

Well, what to you need? You
need to call your sponsor?

Call your sponsor.

You need to go fuck yourself.

Oh, is that in one
of the 12 steps?

-I'm gonna go take a shower.
-Please, please,

-go take a shower.
-Hey.

-Please get out of my face.
-Is the lawyer

-on the way or not?
-I'm handling it.

Yeah? Those two jerk-offs?

-They are coming back for sure.
-We don't know that.

-Chloe...
-Go, go.

-...get your head out of your ass.
-Go!

God!

Hi, Bill.

Hey.
Who'd Jake recommend?

Uh, Michelle Sanders.
You know her?

Do I? Smart move.

How's your sister?

Um, aggressive
and inappropriate.

Uh, probably high.

They can't help
themselves, the addicts.

They chew up everything
in their path.

We'll talk soon.

This isn't her usual
"voicemail's been full

for three weeks and now the
phone's now dead" routine, Mom.

She is way worse.

You've got to find some
compassion. Pray on that.

-I don't pray anymore.
-That's nothing to be proud of.

Do you know that Adam doesn't
feel safe with her in the house?

Careful there.

Not your place.

I came home to see
this for myself.

-She's drinking all day now?
-Nicole has been through a lot.

Oh, okay. And that justifies
her not doing what she needs

to do for her son?

Mom, she's not a Vietnam vet.

-Dad had real demons.
-That mind of yours, such a gift.

There's a baby involved.

Exactly. You have no idea what
pregnancy does to some women.

Okay.

I see. So, I'm not a mother, therefore,
oh, I couldn't possibly understand.

Why does it always have
to be a fight with you?

Because you are
as sick as she is

if you are gonna fucking
enable this behavior just...

Look inside yourself.

This is not about the baby.

Chloe?

You're still here.

Yeah.

Mm... hmm...

Oh, you smell so good.

Herbal Essences.

Oh, I got to get dressed.

And then I thought we could
take Ethan to Samosky's

and get some doughnuts.

What do you think?

-Mom?
-What?

Mom. Uh...

-This is so messed up.
-What, what?

-What is it?
-This is a tabloid.

This... Th-They print anything.
Baby, nobody's gonna believe this.

-Oh, my God. That cop leaked this.
-What?

She talked to your
school about what happened

-with the gun.
-It was a mix-up.

The gun got put in the wrong bag
when we were going between houses.

The whole thing was
blown out of proportion.

Uh, yeah. But when was this?

Last semester.

Okay...

-Hello?
-I'm sorry, Ms. Taylor.

The detectives are
outside with NYPD.

There's nothing I can
do if they're headed up.

Okay, Arty. Thank you.

Their detectives are
back with more cops.

-You should put some clothes on.
-Take care of Ethan.

-Don't worry about me and my clothes.
-Mom!

Why are they back?
What's going on?

I don't know, baby.

We're gonna figure it out.

May need to cuff the real
mother. Maybe put her outside.

Are you crazy? You can't
move white women around.

Maybe you can't, but I can.

Kid's yours.

Search warrant for the premises.

Need two stationed at the door.

They'll start in the bedrooms.

Chloe, did they
show you the warrant?

-I-I have it.
-Jesus.

Wait, they're searching
everywhere? Is that legal? Huh?

Our right to hold you in place
while the search is being conducted.

I don't know... Hey, this
for my jewelry business, okay?

-What do you do with this?
-I stick it up your ass.

-Really?
-Yep, bag it all, Alex.

-What? You don't...
-Detectives, the lawyer's here.

Who's the commanding
officer here?

-Finally.
-Detective Nan Guidry.

My partner Matt Bowen.

I've got four officers
searching the premises.

Michelle Sanders.
I've been hired

by the family as counsel
for Ethan Macintosh.

May I see the warrant, please?

"Reason to believe Ms. Taylor
is holding evidence of a crime"?

The warrant
speaks for itself.

Hang on a sec, guys. Stop
the search back there.

This warrant is for all
areas that the suspect,

Mr. Macintosh, has access to.

Now, you're treating Ms. Taylor and
her son as if they are co-occupants

without making any attempt to discern
between separate living spaces.

Now, I'm assuming,

with an apartment this size,
that some portion of the space is

devoted to business, correct?

Yes.

Ethan never uses the office.

It's solely for my writing
and my husband's law research.

And I have proof in our tax
returns, if you need it.

-It's a... lawful write-off.
-Not necessary. Okay. Okay.

The office is off-limits.
That's where we'll be.

Good. Thank you.

Ethan, look
at me. Look at me.

The cops are just trying to gather all
the information that they can, okay?

Just like at the house.

This has nothing to do with
the crime scene processing

they did in East Hampton.

They are looking for
criminal evidence

based on probable cause
against a specific suspect.

-Well, what-what does that mean? Who?
-They have information we don't.

Ethan.

Do you have an idea
what that could be?

Maybe...

Kevin said something
different than I did.

-What do you mean?
-Ms. Taylor, hang on.

I was on the beach by myself for
a little while the night Dad died.

But that's not what
you told the police?

No. I told them that we
were together all night.

Why did you lie?

What is wrong with you?

-Ethan, I know you didn't do this.
-Of course he didn't do it.

-Are you family?
-What?

-This is my sister.
-And Ethan's mother.

Biological. Ethan lives with me.

Okay. Why was he even talking
to police without a lawyer?

I don't know. I've never, I've
never been arrested, unlike you...

-Why did you lie?
-...who knows this kind of things.

Enough!

Emotions are running high, I get it,
but I need to speak to my client.

I need to talk to him privately.

So...

...if you wouldn't mind, ladies.

Please.

Okay.

It's just us now.

Son, I promise I'm gonna protect
you, gonna help you as best I can.

But you got to do something
for me, too. All right?

Yes, ma'am.

You can't speak with the authorities
anymore without me present.

And if I'm not present,
you simply say,

"I'm not talking
without my lawyer."

Nothing else, just that.

Say it ten times.

I'm not talking
without my lawyer.

I'm not talking
without my lawyer.

-But is he, like, sick in the head?
-I'm not talking without my lawyer.

Like, is he crazy?

Look at him. He's a good kid.

Chloe, he looks like a
fucking monster right now,

because that's how these
motherfuckers are painting him.

Oh, my God. Enough with
the Jerry Springer antics.

Oh. Oh, sick burn, 1998.

Hi, Catherine.

You saw this
article about Ethan?

Yes, of course I saw
it. Who wrote it?

I want his name and his number.

They're all named Jimmy over
there, those raving assholes.

Is it true?

All right. Call me when you can.

Okay, don't-don't even worry

about that fucking article.

It's... It'll be someone
else in ten minutes.

Would you like to just pretend
to be civilized for a second

while we try to figure this thing out?

How about you stop kissing
cops' fucking asses?

-What?
-Mwah, mwah, mwah.

What-what are you fucking
talking about? Which ones?

Borat
or whoever the hell

-that mustache guy thinks he is.
-Well, at least he's the legend

of the two.

Oh, yeah, that's true.
She is a fucking dick.

Yeah.

Bad as a
bitch with a bone.

-I know. -...we got to...
-Ladies.

Search has concluded.

Please return to
the living area.

-"Return to the living area"?
-Yeah, it's annoying.

Okay, they fucking
found something, Chlo.

-What were they looking for?
-What are they gonna find?

-I don't know.
-We didn't do anything.

Suspect, stand
over here, please.

Wait. Hey, don't fucking
call him a suspect. Okay?

-Nicky. Nicky. D-D-Don't scare him.
-Mom?

-Honey, it's not...
-Mom?

We found the
supposedly stolen items

from the Long Island home
hidden in the suspect's room...

-What?
-...wrapped in a trash bag

in the back of his closet.

-Bloodstain on the right shoe.
-Ethan?

Proof the
suspect took these items

after murdering Adam Macintosh...

...in an attempt to make
it look like a robbery.

My client is a minor. He is
invoking all applicable rights,

including those to silence
and to an attorney.

Hey, don't touch him!

-Ethan. - You don't have to touch me.
-Ethan Macintosh,

you are under arrest for the
murder of Adam Macintosh.

No, no, no, no...

Before we ask you any questions,

you must understand
what your rights are.

You can decide not to answer any
questions, not to make any statements.

You understand what I'm
saying to you, Ethan?

-Okay... Do not engage with my client.
-Just trying to make sure...

-Do not engage with my client.
-Take it easy, Counselor.

-This is easy.
-Okay, come on. Ethan.

I'm not talking without
my lawyer's permission.

Okay. Come on. You
can get out of my way.

Ethan, I'm so sorry.
Baby, I'm gonna fix it.

-I promise.
-Just stop.

Just don't touch me. Jesus!

Watch your words, Mom.

Please stop touching me.

If you continue to struggle,
we're gonna arrest you, too.

Okay.

No.

Ethan!

Ethan!

Ethan!

Ethan!

Nicky. Nicole, Nicole.

Nicole, wake up.
Wake up. Wake up.

♪ One big happy family...

Stay here.

♪ That snapshot
can't be found...

Ethan.

Ethan.

-♪ It's all right...
-Nicky!

Are you okay?

Nicky.

♪ I imagine we are gathered ♪

♪ This time not
dressed in black...

Thank
God you were there.

If I don't put an
involuntary psych hold on her tonight,

she'll be back in
the house tomorrow.

And then the cycle will
start all over again

until she ends up
killing my son.

What do you need?

Someone else in the family
asking for it, other than me.

Your mother said no.

I need you.

♪ For Christmas
and for New Year ♪

♪ I wish and I resolve ♪

♪ But I'm disappointed
by myself ♪

♪ Jesus and Santa Claus ♪

♪ I want to believe ♪

♪ She's been saved and
he's been redeemed ♪

♪ And it's all right,
it's all right ♪

♪ For a dream ♪