All language subtitles for Beyond the Gates s01e86.eng

- JACOB: Thanks.
- SMITTY: Mm-hmm.

Wow, this can't be
from the break room.

Eh, that's the least I can do
for you helping me out.

Something tells me you're not
getting that type of hospitality

from your partner anymore.

The only time
I've seen Malone friendly,

let alone "offering me coffee"
friendly,

is when he wants something.

And I got to admit, he's
been pretty talkative tonight.

Volunteering information
about his "inheritance"?

He's just stressing that you
out here trying to win

- a Pulitzer at his expense.
- Oof, that's me,

the bottom-feeder journalist
spinning hype

about the poor
innocent detective.

How nervous was he?

It's the first time
that the untouchable

Detective Malone
is absolutely shook.

Thank God.

[door opens]

Okay, I'm here.
What couldn't wait?

It took you long enough.

Keesha and I were in the middle
of a Wickedsing-along.

It would've been
a major vibe killer

to leave before
"Defying Gravity."

So you left me waiting
and worried while you...

I called you and said,
"Come straight home."

Yeah, with zero context.

- What's the emergency anyway?
- There is no emergency.

Plans change.
You're here tonight.

Uh, what?
But you knew Keesha and I

had planned this sleepover
for over a week.

Don't waste your breath.

Pop is just bugging because
I had someone over for chess.

What's that got to do with me?

Nothing.

If you ask me,
Pop's just overreacting.

? ?

What the hell?
This ain't no arrest.

Randy.

Randy, Randy, Randy, Randy.

Do you remember
when you first came in here?

I gave you a job when no one
else would even look at you.

I remember, Joey. I can explain.

I started you counting chips
in the back,

but that really
wasn't good enough.

So, I moved you up because
I thought you were smart.

And because I thought
you believed

in what we were
trying to build here.

I also thought you knew how
to keep your eyes open

and your mouth shut.

So, Randy.

Just when did you start thinking
you were smarter than me?

Boss, listen,

I just need a little something
for a fresh start, okay?

I was gonna pay you back
with interest.

You hear that, Marcel?

Our boy was gonna pay me back.

Where did you find him again?

International terminal
with a ticket to Bali.

Bali. I hear Bali's nice.

Paradise on Earth.

Cliffside beaches.
Nice jungle vibe.

And non-extradition laws.

The perfect place to spend
someone else's ten grand.

So what was the plan, Randy?

You were gonna lay low
in a cheap hotel

and then sneak back
into the country

after I forgot about you?

As if I could do that.

After you'd lied to me.

Stolen from me.

- Boss, please.
- I bet you only packed

for warm weather, didn't you?

Well, that's too bad.

Gets cold where you're going.

I don't mean
to state the obvious,

but Dani Dupree's
been burning a hole through you

for the past few minutes.

Just ignore her.

I'm sure she's fine.

- Okay.
- Well, isn't this a surprise?

Yeah, you're telling me.
[clears throat]

? ?

Uh... Dani,
why don't you join us?

One step ahead of you
as always, darling.

Although, I do appreciate
the invitation.

I hope I'm not interrupting
what seems to be

such wholesome entertainment.

Actually, um, we were kind of
in the middle of something,

and we were having
a wonderful time.

Weren't we, Andre?

I must admit, I am surprised
to see you two together.

- Mm?
- Is this a new development?

- We've been cool
since I got back. - Tonight's the first

- night out together.
- DANI: Ooh...

Seems like
there's some ambiguity

in what we're witnessing here.

No, there's nothing
ambiguous about it.

DANI:
Friends with benefits, then.

- Not exactly.
- Definitely friends...

[laughing] Forgive me.

I'm just trying to keep up.

You, you're newly single,

but you,

you are known as the king
of the revolving door.

Famous for having a lady
in every zip code.

So, does that mean that Ashley

is just another pit stop
on your map?

Huh.

Keesha's mom just texted me

asking if everything's
all right.

What am I supposed to say?

Sorry, my brother played chess
with the wrong person,

- so now I'm on lockdown?
- Yo, don't put this on me.

It's not my fault Pop is handing
out punishments for nothing.

Listen, no one is on punishment.
I'm just not taking any chances.

This is Keesha
we're talking about here.

You've known her and
her family since middle school.

Watch out, sis.
They could be running a...

a underground chess ring
on the low.

We might have to call the Feds
for this one.

Enough. Look, there's some
things you don't understand.

As a congressman, I have to push
for funding and incentives

that people don't care for,

which makes me a target.

And add on the fact that
I'm openly gay and Black,

and the numbers
of threats increase.

Threats your dad and I
don't want to share with you.

Is that what's happening?
Is someone threatening you?

I'm just trying to explain
why we have to be careful.

And why you shouldn't invite
strangers into our home.

I told you, he wasn't just
some rando from off the street.

I thought you and Dad
was gonna be home...

Enough.

I don't have to explain myself.

How is any of this fair?

It's not. Dad's just being
helicopter parent.

They grow up so fast.

One minute they're home safe,
and then the next...

Hello. Earth to Pop.
Are-are you even listening?

It's my job to keep
you guys safe. Both of you.

There's no need
for an explanation.

Man, talk about coming at you
from all angles.

First, my pops
is playing defense,

telling me to watch out for you.

Well, like you said,
it could just be

the chief protecting his people.

Yeah, but then Marcel comes
at me with the same exact play.

Make it make sense.

Yeah, they're
running interference.

Thinking they're protecting you
from the journalist

who's threatening
the brotherhood.

But that's what
got me heated the most.

It's like Marcel was-
is abusing

my dad's trust for his own gain.

- And when you say gain...?
- What's a crooked cop going for these days?

And how dirty of a deed
do you have to do

to stack that much paper?

That is the
half-a-million-dollar question.

I got to admit, I wasn't
expecting him to go there

when he said
you hacked his accounts.

But, obviously, he felt that
defense was the best offense.

But it's crazy because he knew
the exact two deposits

that you were referring to,

and he admitted that
it would make him look bad.

And he had a story for each
that we couldn't verify.

See, that's the thing
about corrupt cops.

They always underestimate
us journalists.

Well, not anymore.

Not since you left those
breadcrumbs in his accounts.

I knew that Marcel was gonna
figure out he was hacked.

I wanted him to know it was me.

You played him like a fiddle.
Damn, man.

Yeah. See, that's the thing.

When people feel like
their secrets are slipping,

that's when their mask
starts to crack.

That's how you know
you're getting close.

But we can't forget one thing.

What's that?

That something big
happened two years ago.

This isn't about
some cop on the take.

Something so heavy happened

that someone paid a fortune to
make everybody forget about it.

On my mama, Joey, I-I was gonna
make this up to you, okay?

You know how I do.
I just needed a little...

A fresh start. A stake.
Blah, blah, blah.

Don't insult my intelligence.

Especially when we haven't even
talked about your original sin.

There's a man walking around
out there on borrowed time.

Time that you
were supposed to make short.

I tried, okay?
I shot him, he went down.

I was gonna make sure
and shoot him again,

but the gun jammed.

The gun that you gave me, Joey,
so I don't know what happened.

Next thing I know,
he's up and running,

and I'm pretty sure
I nicked him.

Anyway, he's in the wind.

So, you took the money.

Because I knew I blew it.

A-And I knew you'd be mad.

Even knowing that, I...

I came back to look you in
your eye and tell you the truth.

Like that story
about the witness.

Okay. I lied.

Because I was scared. I figured
if you sent me out of town, I...

that would buy me enough time

to figure out
how to make this right.

By running with my money?

$10K, Joey? You doing
all this to me for $10K?

'Cause that's all
I took from the bag.

Just enough to get away
for a little while

until I figure out
how to make it up to you.

Everything you have ever
asked me to do,

I've handled.

No hesitation.

I didn't flinch. I didn't blink.

Until this.

I messed up.

So, you admit
that you're useless to me.

Marcel, tell me again
what we do with toys

that are no longer useful.

I swear. Okay? I can fix this.

I will find him.
I will finish this. I promise.

Well, look who just grew a pair.

Sorry, Randy.

That ship has sailed.

You had your chance.

And you know
you don't get another one.

My kid?

He and his mother
have nothing to fear from me.

So what are you and...

Temu Shaft over here
gonna do with me now?

Randy, you know
I don't get my hands dirty.

That's what
Detective Malone is for.

Time to go.

- You good?
- Both of you need to get

the hell out of here right now.

Interesting hospitality, Joey.

Usually, when I find you
entertaining after hours,

the guns stay holstered.

You both need to listen
to the man. Walk away.

That's Detective Malone, right?
Your poker buddy.

Funny, I, I don't see
any poker chips anywhere.

Tell me something, Detective.

What does Internal Affairs
have to say

- about your moonlighting gig?
- You're gonna want to watch...

Malone. Give us the room.

DOUG:
You heard the man.

I know the house always wins,

but Randy's had my back
since day one,

and I'm here
to return the favor.

Unless the favor becomes
more trouble than it's worth.

You two need to mind
your own damn business.

You have no idea
what you're stepping into.

Oh, we have enough.

We saw Randy spooked,
so we tailed him to the airport.

Next thing we know,
your enforcer

brings him back here
at gunpoint.

That makes it our business.

We don't get to go anywhere.

Like, not even to kick it with
friends that you already know.

We're grounded,
but we didn't do anything wrong.

That's barbaric.

This is not about
being grounded.

- That's not what this is.
- It sure looks like it, though.

It's about being safe
and you guys understanding

that, in this house,
in this family,

we have to be more careful.

What else do I have to do
to be more careful?

I always text you and Dad
where I'm going,

who I'm with,
and when I'll be back.

I text you if plans change. I
even keep the family finder on.

Keesha and I were gonna,
you know, do facials

and order in Ethiopian
or wings with Mumbo sauce.

You can do all of that here,

and you can see your friends
at school.

It's summer vacation.
There is no school.

Are you straight, Pops?
Because you're acting weird.

Of course I'm straight. I'm just
making sure you both are.

I mean, you guys
are on social media.

You see what's happening
out there.

The world is getting
harder and darker.

Wait, aren't you
supposed to be the positive,

"anything is possible" guy?

And that goes for negative, too.
That's why I want you home.

- For how long?
- Until I let you know.

That's crazy. This is
not like you and Dad at all.

You're really starting
to scare us.

Yeah, like, is there something
we need to be worried about?

All I'm saying is that
I know you're good kids,

but sometimes
being good is just...

It won't keep you safe.

Now please give your father
some peace. Please.

I can't prove anything yet,
but I am not gonna let this go.

That's what makes you
a dangerous reporter.

Now that you've been warned
by the chief and your partner,

are you still in this?

Let's break it down.

Okay.

All right. Um, well, we'll start

with that five grand
that he claims are winnings

from the sting operation
at Armstrong's casino.

Yeah, I would've bought that
if I didn't actually see

Joey Armstrong hand Marcel
an envelope full of cash.

Well, and the five grand alone
could paint him as a dirty cop,

but then there's
the half a million.

I mean, that
is life-changing money.

Hence why he's got
one foot out of the door

with his retirement plans.

And that brings up
the timing, too,

because this all links back to
the night that Martin came home

looking like he'd seen a ghost.

Well, have you tried
just asking him straight up?

Every chance I get,

but I-I keep on
hitting this wall.

He keeps on feeding me
this story

about how he got a flat tire
with Vernon.

And then you have Vernon defend
Malone at his I.A. hearing?

- It's not adding up, is it?
- [sighs]

I wonder...

That night two years ago...

I mean, was Malone even here?
Did anybody even see him?

Are you calling up
Malone's personnel records?

Nah, he could've doctored his,
so I'm calling up mine.

- Okay.
- And looking at the calendar.

It's a long shot, but maybe...

You see anything
that stands out?

Well, not the day that Malone
made the deposits,

but the day before.

That's the day
I took my detective exam.

And it was a work day,
so I still had to work,

so I was here late.

Okay. Do you remember
seeing Malone?

No, I...

Yo, hold up.

Well, I'd be lying if I said
that I've been a monk

since I've been back.

But actually there was someone.

Yeah, uh, someone who I thought
could be something real.

Or at least it could've been.

But this woman-
she kept her foot in the past

and she didn't know
what she wanted.

She made me nothing more than

her little side plot
in her story.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

DANI:
Well, paint us a picture.

What drew your wandering lens to
this woman? What was she like?

Funny you should ask.
She's a lot like you, actually.

Yeah, main character
energy always.

She runs through people's lives

like she's the only one
who matters.

Do I know her?

Who she is isn't important.

DANI:
On the contrary.

I think she sounds
absolutely riveting.

- Well, yes and no.
- Excuse you.

Well, I just think that anyone

who had a shot with someone
this genuine and...

let it slip through
their fingers is crazy.

DANI:
Valid point.

This woman clearly needs
her head examined.

? ?

Calling this woman "crazy,"
I wouldn't go that far.

When someone's
been burned before,

I can understand how
certain feelings stay around.

- For a while, at least.
- But don't you think that she just...

No, why don't you enlighten us,
dear Andre?

What was this woman's
cardinal sin?

How did she fail to meet

the exacting eye
of Andre Richardson,

globe-trotting photographer
to the stars?

I try not to judge
anybody's journey,

- but consistency matters.
- DANI: Does it now?

Yes, it does.

It helps you know
where you stand.

And if someone is gonna
hold out a torch for their ex,

at least be real about it,
you know?

Especially since we all can see
the smoke signals anyway.

That's an interesting
perspective.

- Yeah.
- Or there may be another angle.

Enlighten us.

Now, I don't know this woman
personally,

- so I'm just theorizing.
- Right.

But maybe the problem
wasn't her torch.

Maybe you just weren't worth
keeping it lit for.

[scoffs]

As you've already pointed out,

I've got options, and
my references are impeccable.

I never leave a lady
unsatisfied.

DANI:
Except for one, apparently.

Vanessa,
take your husband and go.

You never seemed to mind
my company before.

What happened
to that charming man

who always had time for a drink?

Does potential homicide
make you antisocial?

- Vanessa.
- What?

I'm just calling the scene
as I see it.

My husband's closest friend
looks like death warmed over.

Your pet cop delivering him
to you at gunpoint.

What's the next act?

A midnight swim
in concrete shoes?

That's how it works
in the movies, right?

Maybe you shouldn't
antagonize the man.

Maybe you should listen
to your husband and hear me.

This conversation is over.

You know what? You're right.

No more talk needed.
We're leaving.

- Wise choice.
- And we're taking Randy with us.

We're gonna head upstairs.
Got some shows to catch up on.

- I'll check on you later.
- Dang, Pop.

You act like we finna jump
out the window or something.

He was just playing. Promise.

Read the room, bro.

You know,

for me,

this thing with Martin
is everything.

My husband's in danger.

We don't know that for sure.

Really? He's walking around,
having nightmares

that are eating at him,

and I can't even get him
to admit they exist.

But if you want to pull back...

I didn't say that.

I need these answers, too.
More than you know.

Okay.

Well, we should at least
call it quits for tonight.

It's getting late, and
I don't want Naomi to blame me

for you not being home
at a reasonable time.

Yeah.

[clears throat]

And...

Jacob, I just...

I want to say I appreciate you
having my back on this.

I wouldn't be able
to crack this without you.

The feeling's mutual.

But hang on.

Earlier, you said if Martin
was mixed up in anything,

you'd keep quiet?

I know we're together on this,
but yeah.

Protecting him
would have to come first.

I just needed
to hear it out loud.

- Night, partner.
- Night.

You good, son?

Well, look at you strutting
in here like you own the place,

playing lady protector.

Well, playtime is over.

It's time for you both
to get back behind those gates

where you belong.

I hear the country club
has a hell of a wine list.

It does, but you know it's
not that simple anymore, Joey.

Doug, it's time for you
to check your woman

before this gets ugly.

That's not how we operate.

Besides, there's no forcing
my wife to do anything.

You're aware how focused
and determined I can be.

Qualities I usually admire
but not in this situation.

Then we'll get out of your way.

But Randy walks with us, or else
things will get complicated.

Mm, that ship has sailed.
Maybe even sunk.

Think carefully, Joey.

Our arrangement
has been mutually beneficial.

It'd be a shame
to throw it all away.

You are playing
a dangerous game.

And you're not?
You have a lot to gain,

but if you harm Randy, it
not only could inconvenience you

in a number of ways,
it could cost you.

Weighing the odds,

isn't it better for you
if Randy disappears?

- Just what I had in mind.
- In my mind,

he remains perfectly healthy
but is removed from your domain.

You won't have him followed,
tracked down,

or most importantly,
harmed in any way.

And in exchange he'll promise
to stay gone, won't you, Randy?

I swear it.

And Doug will make sure of it.
Right, Doug?

You can count on it.

And what if I refuse?

Then I walk. Permanently.

Something eating at you, son?

Nah, nah, I'm just,
I'm just beat.

You sure? You look more stressed

than that time you were
playing ball in the house

and cracked your mama's
Boyz II Men collection.

[chuckles]

Yo, Chief, hold up.

I just crushed
the detective exam.

Chief- I mean, Dad.

About this whole Smitty
investigating Malone thing.

Let me guess.
Couldn't leave it be, could you?

You know how I move.

I can't take something
like this lightly.

You're the standard
I measure against.

You're the kind of cop
I want to become.

Yeah, and you're
already making me proud, son.

In ways I can't even explain.

Look, the thing is,

Smitty dug up proof
of some crazy deposits

into Malone's account,
and one was from two years ago.

I told you this reporter
is on a witch hunt,

so why are we even
talking about this?

Because I don't think he is.

Something major went down
around the same time

that Malone deposited $500,000
cash into his account.

- Cash, Dad.
- So are you saying there's no explanation for it?

Yeah, he said something about

his sister sharing
an inheritance

from selling
their family property.

Okay, well that's
easy enough to confirm.

Yeah, but apparently his sister

was involved in some kind of
untraceable cash deal.

And now the sister's dead,

so now the transaction
can't even be verified.

So, then, what exactly
are you asking me, son?

Look, I think Marcel thinks this
thing will be buried forever.

But Smitty is like
a pit bull with a bone.

So I guess what
I'm really asking is,

do you know what he'll find?

SMITTY:
Martin.

What do we got here?

Let's see what color's
your money.

- Thank you, gentlemen.
- SMITTY: Martin.

Get him the hell out of here.

Martin!

You're home. You're safe.

I've got you.

Okay?

Okay, as fascinating
as this is to hear, I...

You think so, too?

Please, please, then regale us
with your wide-eyed wisdom.

Which side of the fence
do you fall on?

The side with my bed on it.

I don't mean to be rude, Dani,
but we were here for a while

before you showed up,
and I think

it's time to call it a night.

I've got
an early shift tomorrow.

- Oh...
- Yeah, I'm sorry. Um, my bad.

I shouldn't have
let that drag on so long.

It's okay. I'm just gonna go
freshen up, and then we can go?

- ANDRE: Yeah. Yeah.
- Okay.

Okay.

She's absolutely
precious, Andre.

Like a little baby deer finding
its footing in the forest.

How nice of you.
How charitable

to offer your mentorship

to someone so naive
and impressionable.

Okay, can you drop
the performance now, Dani?

- I'm not entertained.
- Oh, you're not? Well, what, then?

- You're seething.
- Me?

- Yeah.
- Jealous? Of her?

No, no, no, no. If anything,
I'm just experiencing

secondhand embarrassment
from this narrative

that you're creating.

The anger isn't for me, Dani.

You're furious because
you finally realized

what you so carelessly lost.

What you threw away.

Oh, my God.
If only I had known.

If only someone explained to me
the-the absolute privilege

of catching the eye of legendary
lothario Andre Richardson,

well, I-I-I would have
lit candles,

I would have been
praying prayers of gratitude

that you even deigned
to notice little old me.

Are you finished yet?

If-if not, I-I'd like
to be done and move on.

Done? Oh, darling, you know me.

[chuckles]
I'm just warming up.

Dani...

Look, I'm not saying
that you have to be grateful.

All right? But you could
at least be honest for once.

Honestly, this conversation
is starting to bore me.

Like I apparently bored you.
[grunts]

You entice me. All right?

I give you that,
and you challenge me.

- You confuse me, annoy me.
- Hurt you?

- Avoiding that.
- As am I.

What you don't do is bore me.
All right?

That's not what this
back-and-forth is about.

Then what?

It's about intention, Dani.

Either you want what we have
or you don't.

Either you're defending us
to Nicole,

or you're running every time
Bill Hamilton snaps his fingers.

- Which one is it gonna be?
- Both.

Or neither.

Life isn't that simple, Andre.

And maybe that's
what you couldn't handle.

Maybe that's why you ran off
to someone so basic,

she makes vanilla seem spicy.

I swear to God, I've never met
someone like you in my life.

And you won't either.
Not as long as you're chasing

after barely
postpubescent nurses

who still get carded
at happy hour.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Are we talking about nurses now?

Randy.

I'm tired of seeing your face.
Get the hell out of here.

Really?

I have a long memory
when it comes to someone

who did me a solid.

You turned me on to my wife
cheating with that dealer.

And that's gonna
buy you your life.

For now.

Randy.

Wherever you end up,

count your blessings.

Every single one.

Vanessa.

Yes?

You stay.

Why do you think I know
what Smitty might find?

I mean, two years
is a long time, son,

and plus memories get fuzzy,
especially at this age.

I'm talking about
one specific night.

That memory
is crystal clear to me

because I've just taken
the detective's exam.

Oh, that night.

It was a proud day for us both.

Was it?

Because there's something else
I remember that night.

Something that wasn't clear
to me then

but is becoming clear
to me tonight.

I wanted to get out
of here that night.

Go home and celebrate
with Naomi.

But I was stuck here working,
doing grunt work, you know?

And then, all of a sudden,

that's when you came running
through here

like the devil was on you.

Yo, Chief, hold up.

I tried calling out to you,

but it's like
you didn't hear me.

Why would something that small
stick with you?

Because you were
in street clothes, Pops.

That was strange to me.

Not even the chief of police
himself

would be caught dead at work
not looking the part.

And, look, that was the same
night that Smitty said Martin

came home in different clothes
than he left the house with.

And then he started feeding him
some BS about changing a tire.

These puzzle pieces are
adding up to something ugly.

Something that's got
a sitting U.S. congressman

having nightmares years after.

You're home, you're safe.

Where's that report?

- I-I know I put it somewhere.
- Before you dozed off?

That wasn't dozing off, Martin.
That was the nightmare.

Again, the same one
that's been haunting you.

Please. I'm begging you,
Smitty, please.

Not now.

No more smoke screens.

No more hiding
behind paperwork or politics.

Something happened that night.

Something that is breaking the
man I love apart piece by piece.

We don't have
to do this tonight.

We should have done this
months ago.

You want to tell me why
you were laying down

with a weapon by your side?

I can't help you
carry this burden

if you leave me in the dark.

Even if it turns out...

Even if what?

Everything this badge
means to me,

every principle I stand on,

that's you.

You taught me that justice
doesn't care about convenience.

That standing on what matters

has to mean more
than standing by your people.

Even if it costs you.

So I'm-a ask you
one more time, Pops.

What happened that night?

If this is worse
than anything I imagined...

If you did something,
you need to tell me.

Tell me.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

You have to.

Babe, tell me,

so we can face this.

Together.

Please.

You've got to trust me,

before whatever this is
ruins us both.

As much as I hate to cut
this conversation short,

are you ready to go?

Uh, yeah.
Check's been taken care of.

Sorry. Let's bounce.

Dani, do you want us
to drive you?

You need a ride?

Oh, no. Don't trouble yourself,
darling.

I think I'll stay here
and have a nightcap, huh?

Then I can toast my empty house.

My empty bed. My empty life.

- Well, that sounds dour.
- [laughs] No. It's fine, really.

When you've lived as long
as I have, you get used to it.

Youth is fleeting, huh?

You kids have fun.

We will.

- Shall we?
- ASHLEY: Yeah.

ANDRE:
Look, I'm sorry.

ASHLEY:
No, it's okay. You don't have to apologize.

Her, on the other hand...

? ?

It's okay, Doug.
I'll see you at home.

Are you sure that's wise?

Joey's not exactly known
for his forgiveness.

Then it's a good thing
I'm not asking for any.

- Vanessa.
- It's fine.

Really.

Come on, man.
Let's go grab a beer.

Something tells me
we might need one.

Or ten.

- Is there a problem between us?
- Yes.

The problem is you.

The way you stick your nose
into my business.

I thought we were
in business together.

A business. Not this one.

Do you have any idea
the risks you just took?

The lines you just crossed?

Maybe you should tell me
and make it crystal clear.

Draw me a map of all these lines
I shouldn't cross.

I think it's clear enough.

Would I be standing here
if it was?

- Don't.
- Don't what?

Or am I supposed to guess?

Don't ever do that again.

Sage advice, but you know
I probably will anyway.

You drive me crazy,
you know that?

How crazy exactly?

Dad.

Son, what I'm about to say...

Martin.

This isn't easy...

...because I think you're
becoming a fine detective.

The way you chase justice

like it's the air
you need to breathe.

But you want to know
how all this adds up,

and the simple answer is...

...it doesn't.

I love you so much.

And I know I keep things
locked away,

but, baby,
you have to understand,

if I'm holding back,

it's not because I'm scared
you might think less of me.

It's because I want to...

I need to protect our family.

Our future.

ELON:
Your passion for justice is blinding you.

You're seeing conspiracies
and coincidences.

I mean, patterns of chaos.

No proof, nothing concrete.

I'm sorry, Jacob.

I can't tell you anything

'cause there's simply
nothing to tell.

You believe me, don't you?

I believe that you think
you're protecting me.

And I'm telling you
that's the wrong move.

You need to be honest with me.

My advice?

Let the ghosts rest.

Stick to your assigned cases
that you can solve.

No more manufacturing crimes
that don't exist.

You understand?

Whatever you say, Pops.

That's my boy.

It's been a day.

You have no idea how tired I am.

And I...

I just can't.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is late.

Maybe we can talk
about it in the morning?

Yeah.

Maybe.

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