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- Grasso?
- Yeah.

All that says is a complaint was filed

when he was a member
of another Task Force.

- Come on, there's a pattern.
- But there's no evidence.

Even if Grasso led Cliff there
and I believe he did,

no Snapchat exchanges
between the two of 'em.

- They're not recoverable.
- No. Fuck that.

- No, Aleah, I'm sorry, but this--
- He can't just keep

- getting away with.
- This investigation

is now in the hands of OPS.

No, but he outplayed them once,
maybe more than once.

Yeah.

Let's at least go to Wissahickon Park
and take a look around.

We owe that much to Lizzie.

Tom?

Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?

Sure.

It's just temporary.

Look, we can't do anything
in the middle of the night.

First thing tomorrow morning,
we'll go to the park,

see what turns up, alright?

You're late.

Mother Club met this morning.

We got a dead federal agent.

We need to cut ties
with anyone and everyone

who can connect us
to this fuckin' disaster.

Feds came by yesterday
asking about Grasso,

and I told 'em he'd been
acting strange lately, and erratic.

So, when it happens,
it won't be a surprise.

And another thing
came through this morning.

There's a runner named Lee Whitehead,
operates outta Reading.

He moved 11 kilos last night
to a Colombian DTO.

My sources say the drugs
came from a young woman.

Forget the money.
We're way past the fuckin' money.

We need to clean house right now.

That's a lot of money to forget, Vincent.

Look, all I'm saying is that
you got sources in Reading.

At least worth calling down
and asking around

about the young woman, right?

Right.

I'll do that.

Hey.

This is who I think it is?

Where do I stand, Vincent?

Jayson still with you?

- Yeah.
- Well, here's my offer.

You take care of that kid
for your brothers

before he brings us all to our knees.

If he's dead by the morning,
I won't come looking for you.

Per?

Perry?

Hey. Shower's broke.

Had to wash in the fucking sink.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

I'll fix the shower.

Okay.

What do you think?

Should we do socks in this drawer, or...

I don't know.

Alright, we've got underwear, socks,
pajamas, t-shirts.

- What are we missing?
- Toothbrush.

A bathing suit, in case we decide
to take him swimming at the Y.

And...

let him pick out a couple things
for his bedroom.

What kind of things for his bedroom?

Posters, stickers.
I don't know, whatever he wants.

When Ethan and Em
came home for the first time,

the social worker encouraged us
to let 'em decorate their own bedrooms,

so they felt like they had
a place that was their own.

How long do you plan on keeping him here?

Well, the conservator said they'd call

as soon as they had
a permanent home for him.

Could be three weeks.
Could be six months. We don't know.

Hm.

I have to ask,
'cause it's been on my mind,

and I'm not good at letting things fester.

I'm aware of that.

- You hate festering.
- Is this bringing Sam here

your way of making up
for what happened with Ethan?

What? No.

Well, like trying to rebalance

- the universe, or...
- No.

No, it's got nothing
to do with your brother.

Nothing at all.

Good.

It's just me again.

Morning. We're in the kitchen.

Morning.

Let me guess. You two...

aren't heading out to the career fair.

Oh, I'm staying out of this one.

No career fair, no Task.
We're just tying up some loose ends.

Alright. While you're tying up loose ends,
you let me know if he falls down again

or can't remember his own name.

Will do.

Have a good day.

- Eagles-Cowboys, 20-20.
- Come on! For Christ's sake,

- get upstairs and get packed.
- Jake Elliott, 60 yards for the win.

We're gonna be late.

- Hey.
- Hey!

- It's a tie. Wow.
- Mom!

You know what your father's like.

Drops you off whenever he likes,
but I'm a second late,

and he's crucifying me.

- Hey, Uncle Ant.
- Hey, hey!

- Hi, buddy.
- Hey, Uncle Ant.

Hey, don't mess with my hair.

What are you doin' here?

I got some work in the area,
I thought I'd pop in.

Boys, upstairs, get packed.

- Come on.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- You good?
- Yeah.

- Staying out of trouble?
- Trying my best, you know.

Get in here. Let me see your face.

What's good?

Oh, you know, counting the seconds
till happy hour commences.

Where you been at? I called you Wednesday.

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I...

I've been stuck on
this fucking Task assignment.

Ooh, are you seeing anybody?

I met this girl at the gym, Chloe.

- She's...
- Frankie, never again.

- You remember the last time you set me up?
- What?

Cat lady? What cat lady?

You know. You know.

Well, Chloe hates cats.

It's the first question
I asked her, "Do you like cats?"

- Mm.
- "Mm."

What are you making that sound for?

You wanna be alone the rest of your life?

I'm not alone. I got you, I got the boys.

You're the only guy I know who's actively
trying not to get laid.

Yeah.

What's going on?

Listen, some...

Some things are gonna come out.

About me.

After all these years,
they found out it was you

stealing from the collection basket
at Immaculate Heart?

No.

Jesus, Ant, what is it?

You remember when Mom got sick?

And we wanted to move her
out of that home,

that shitty place in Crum Lynne?

And we found that spot in Radnor
with the view of the garden.

Yeah, your friend knew somebody?

Yeah, I didn't have a friend.
I paid the money.

Just like when this house
came on the market,

and you and the boys
needed to get away from Chris.

It wasn't some colleague giving us a deal.
I paid the money.

Money I got doing things for people
I shouldn't have been involved with.

And now, 'cause of me...

this girl got killed.

Oh, my God.

And...

you're saying the police say they know?

Nah, they don't know that. I'm gonna...

I'm gonna tell 'em.

Yeah, you just--
if you wait just a second.

I can't, Frankie.

I can't live with it no more.

I'm suffocating, you know.

Mom, you ready?

Just get in the car, I'll be right out.

You just said that we're late.

Get in the car! Christ.

Go, fuckin' be with the boys.

I'll catch up with you later.

Anthony...

I know who you are.

Alright? No matter what they say, I know.

Is anyone here ever after hours?

No. We roll out about sunset,
about eight or nine o'clock.

I sent a few of my guys out scouring
after you called this morning.

Casey's the one who found it.

And how are we just discovering this now?

We've got over
50 miles of trails out here.

If you're not looking for something,
you're not gonna find it.

Did you run the plates?

Yeah, it came back to a car
reported stolen that night.

Okay.

- Tom?
- Mm?

Looks shot.

Doubtful we're pulling anything off it.

Hey, how many acres you say
you have up here?

Thirty-five hundred.

That time of night all the way out here?

How many phones you think
pinged off these cell towers?

Not many.

Let's pull the records, see what we find.

Detective, you're gonna want
to take a look at that.

What's the plan, Per?

Hey.

I don't think it's smart for us
to stay here much longer.

I've been thinkin' about that bag.

Robbie sold those drugs
before he ever got up there.

It makes sense, right?

We think they're missin',
we don't go lookin'.

If he sold 'em, then where's the money?

Could only be one place.

Maeve's.

Call Breaker.

Tell him to meet us in Allentown
off the turnpike.

We'll pay her a visit.

Whoa, whoa, wait.
Where'd you find the bag?

What do you mean, nothing was in it?

What's at Maeve's house?

Alright, I'll grab Donna's car.

- Holy shit.
- I know. I'm freaking out.

So, this woman just showed up at your door

and was like, "Here's a million dollars"?

Yeah. Never met her before in my life.

So, what are you gonna do with it?

I don't know.

Part of me wants to hand it
over to the cops

and just be done with it all, you know?

But the other part of me knows
that Robbie died so we could have it.

Maybe I shouldn't fuck that up.

So, keep it.

Yeah, but somebody has to know
this money's out there.

Somebody has to be lookin' for it.

Hide it.

Somewhere close to the house...

where you can keep watch over it.

Put it there, and wait.

Six months. A year.

And if the cops come
looking and find it...

well, you didn't know it was there.
Robbie hid it.

And if no one ever comes...

then you go
and make a new life with the kids.

I want you to see that.

Why am I looking at cell tower records?

We pulled that from a tower
in Wissahickon Park.

That number pinged at 11:03 p.m.

The phone belongs to Ray Lyman.

Wait. Ray Lyman?

How'd his phone get down there?

Weren't we using it
to communicate with Cliff

- at Bailey Park?
- No. We thought we were.

Oh, God.

Whatever you two are gettin' at,

I wish to fuck
you'd hurry up and get at it.

The phone was swapped by Grasso.

That's why Cliff never showed that night.

- Oh, my God.
- And the only way to prove it is to get

into that evidence locker,

which we no longer have access to

because of the pending OPS investigation.

Come on, Kath,
you know how these cases go.

Without that, Grasso's gonna walk.

I know. I'm just fuckin' annoyed

that I have to get off this couch
and put on some real pants.

Ah, shit.

Says one every eight hours.
When's the last time you had one of these?

What are you, my fucking accountant?
Gave me the pills.

There's one other thing.

What the fuck is it now?

We're gonna need our guns back.

Okay.

I'm gonna need you to help me
put my pants on upstairs.

Come on, come on, you can do it
with your eyes closed.

Why'd you call me, Donna?

Breaker's been hiding out here.

I heard him talking on the phone
this morning to Jayson.

About Maeve.

Maeve. Who's Maeve?

Billy Prendergrast's daughter.

Just a young girl,
she's got nothing to do with any of this.

Oh, okay.

He said they were
gonna go down over there.

Her place.

Where are they?

Donna.

Don't fuck with me.

Where are they?

They went down to my mom's old place.

Where?

Stroudsburg.

Bishop Hollow Road.

Why are they going after Maeve, anyway?

I got a pretty good idea why,
but they'll never get that far.

Yeah?

It's me.

Any news?

Jay, they...

Break, what is it?

They found Eryn's body, Jay.
Out at Dyer's Quarry.

And that's not all they found.

Jay?

Jay, you still there?

Jay.

Jay!

We gotta go!

I know what you did.

I know.

They're coming. Oh...

They're comin'.

Okay, one more should do it.

What do you think?

- One more.
- Oh.

Okay.

You're gonna be sleeping inside
of a zoo every night.

Does your brother like animals?

Ethan? Yeah.

He was the neighborhood
dog walker for years.

One time,
Mrs. Heinrich's dog went missing.

- You remember that?
- Yeah.

Eventually, we all sort of
gave up looking, but not Ethan.

He stayed out all night
with his backpack and his headlamp.

And he found that dog in Chatham Park.

Oh! I am starving.

Should we have lunch?

Yeah. We have...

peanut butter and jelly.

- And we have--
- Could we maybe go to Dairy Queen?

Oh, my God.

- What?
- What?

I have not had DQ in so long.

And why not?

Well, I had a baby.

And, when you have a baby...

like, weird things happen to your body,

and all you want is for it
to go back to the way it was

before you had a baby.

And the way to do that
is to not eat sundaes.

And I don't know why--
why I'm telling you all this.

Come on, let's go to Dairy Queen.

I'm gonna destroy a Peanut Buster Parfait.

You never told me about Sam.

Yeah, we...

My wife Susan and I, before she--
we were registered foster parents,

so I figured, you know, better with me
than somebody else, you know?

Yeah, that's good. I'm glad he's with you.

Okay.

Ray Lyman's burner phone.

Try it.

- Nothing.
- Shit.

It's a plant.

We're gonna have to find the real phone.

Which requires a search warrant,
submitted by the SAC

- and approved by a federal--
- Or a savvy young analyst

who's looking to get a promotion
before his boss retires.

Cindy--

Shit.

I need you to do something for me
that we're not allowed to do,

and you're gonna do it anyway, okay?

- Okay. Yeah.
- Great.

Hey.

Ray Lyman's phone last pinged
on Saturday night, 12:58 a.m.

- Fountain block in Roxborough.
- Where's that?

- Fountain Street is here.
- Yeah?

Grasso's house, two blocks away.

We're heading over to Grasso's.

Put a track lock on his cell.
If he moves, I wanna know.

Is there still time for me
to say this isn't a good idea?

I'm a million miles past good ideas, Kath.

Where are you now?

Outside Grasso's house.

Any word yet from Reading on that money?

You were right. We got a lead.

- My guys are on it.
- See that?

Aren't you glad I suggested
we dig a little deeper?

Keep that in mind
when you divvy up the money, alright?

Let's just clean this up,
and then we'll figure out the money.

Ant?

Anthony.

Hey, sit down.

Sit down.

Here. You want a Coke?

Go ahead.

There you go.

So, what was the plan, Mike?

Make it look like I did myself in
and you, what, you just stumbled upon me?

Huh?

I don't know how you kept this up as long
as you have, Mike.

I mean, two years, I feel like I aged 20.

I don't sleep, I eat like shit,
my legs are restless all night.

I used to feel that way, too.

You find ways to rationalize it, you know.

I mean, I put my three boys
through college.

Yeah, I know you did.

Listen, I spoke to OPS, alright?

I'm going in tomorrow morning
without a lawyer.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- I'm done, Mike. I'm done.

Listen to me,
there's still a way out of this.

Jayson and Perry are dead.

- And the money.
- How do you know that?

- We know where it is.
- How do you know they're dead?

- Robbie Prendergrast.
- Wait, what money?

- He sold those drugs...
- What money?

...and gave the money
to a girl named Maeve, his niece.

Vincent's got guys going out
to the house right now.

- Right now? Out to Maeve's house?
- Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

- You don't need to do this.
- Right now?

- Who's going out to Maeve's house?
- We can still--

Jesus! Fuck!

Grasso's moving.

- Shit. Shit.
- His cell just pinged a tower.

- Eastbound on 422.
- 422, where is that?

In Elverson. Robbie Prendergrast's.

What's he goin' out there for?

We're gonna find out.

Stay here.

Maeve.

You gotta leave now.

They're coming for you.

- What?
- There's a cop outside.

He said we gotta go now.

Maeve? Where are we going?

- Fuck!
- What?

The keys. Look, just stay here, okay?

Fuck.

Where's the money?

What money?

Don't do that.

I know it's here.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Hm?

I'll tell you where the money is.

Just let her go.

Harp, get back to the car.

Lock it.

Where?

Is that Grasso's car?

Looks like it.

Open it.

Open the bag!

Shut the door. Shut the fuckin' door.

Shut the fuck up!

Tom.

Jayson's here.

We have an officer down
at 16 Millville Lane, Elverson.

Send backup.

Go.

Take the stairs.

Aleah!

You okay?

Are you alright?

Get the fuck off me!

No! No! Help!

- Where are you going?
- Hey, climb in here. Get in.

Stay in here. It's okay.

I'm just gonna tell the police
that Maeve's in trouble.

Help! Help!

Help!

Gun!

Take the front.

Shut the fuck up! Back up!

I said get the fuck back!

I think I can take him.

No, it's too risky.

I said back the fuck up!

It's over. Let her go!

Get back! I'll fucking kill her!
I'll kill her!

You alright, Maeve?

It's okay.

You are very lucky
that boy was returned safe,

or your ass would be
in that sling with your arm.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
my ass wouldn't fit in a sling.

Don't get smart, okay?
You understand that?

Now, file your report,
and let's close the book on this shitstorm

- before anything stinks any further.
- I got it. I got it. Alright.

How'd that go for you?

I wouldn't characterize it
as congratulatory.

But what are they gonna do, fire me?

No, at the end of the day,
everyone's just glad

- to close the file on this.
- Mm.

And to that end...

they asked about the money.

Agents found that at the house
where Perry and Jayson were hiding.

So, I'm thinking Jayson went
to Maeve's house lookin' for it.

Unbelievable.

Did you notice anything
when you were there?

Nope.

You know what they say about wisdom, Kath?

No.

It's knowing what to overlook.

Hm.

Thanks, Kath.
Thanks for everything.

Your sister's on her way.

Should be here in a few minutes.

Mm, mind grabbing me a pair of scrubs?

Maybe still time to make my great escape.

Hey, boss?

Yeah?

Aren't you gonna give me my penance?

I never gave anyone penance.

People beat themselves up
enough on their own.

And we're gonna review the questions
that I gave you guys yesterday.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's the little guy today?

Oh, good. We took him to Target
and got him, like, a bunch of stuff.

We played basketball down at the park.

Thanks for taking care of him, Em.

Thanks for taking care of me.

Can I come in?

Mm-hmm.

Can we talk about the statement?

Dad?

I don't know what I'm...

I don't know what I'm gonna say, okay?

- I'm not--
- Em.

We have to speak the truth.

Even when we're afraid
it's gonna upset others.

I haven't been
a very good father to you lately.

- It's fine, Dad.
- No, it's not fine.

It's my job to keep you safe
and feel protected, and...

that's what I'm gonna do.

Hey, how was the train?

- Good. How do you feel?
- I'm okay.

Hey, we're gonna be back
in a few hours, alright?

- Okay.
- Ready?

Yeah. Ready.

Counselor, are you prepared
to give a statement?

We are, Your Honor.

Making a statement for
the family will be Tom Brandis.

Dad.

Oh.

Good afternoon, Your Honor.

In 2009, my wife Susan and I
became foster parents

to Ethan and his younger sister, Emily.

Two years after that, we filed the formal
adoption paperwork with the state.

Ethan was an energetic boy, always moving.

One teacher said we should consider
putting a seatbelt on his desk.

Those were the first warning signs.

Visual processing disorder.

Dyslexia. Fine motor deficits.

We acted quickly.

Early intervention was
the mantra from our friends.

And Susan wasn't gonna wait around.

She wasn't the type
to wait around for anything.

We started him in occupational therapy
and a steady diet of Ritalin.

When Ethan was 12,

a police officer brought him to our house.

He'd found him throwing rocks at cars
from an overpass on Ridge Pike.

The pediatrician recommended a therapist.

The diagnosis was
disruptive mood dysregulation.

He threw chairs at teachers.

Cut the swings down
from our neighbor's swing set.

Lashed out at Susan,
and me, and his sisters.

Why?

Voices told him to, he explained.

Teachers filed troubling reports.

I'm ashamed to say

I refused to wear a name tag
at Back to School night

in fear of someone identifying me
as Ethan's father.

And weekends were the hardest.

Two full days where
we'd have him all on our own.

We held our heads in our hands,
desperately trying to figure him out.

But Susan, Ethan's tireless champion,
found new doctors. Patient, kind ones.

And Risperdal was the great calmer.

It stilled the voices inside Ethan's head.

He got a job at the YMCA.
Met friends there.

Kenny. Doyle. Evans.

For a time...

we allowed ourselves to see a future.

But the pandemic hit hard.

There was a Risperdal shortage.

The voices returned angrier than before.

And on May 15th, those poisonous voices
told him to kill Susan.

And that incident now threatens
to define his entire life.

There was also joy.

There was so much joy.

When he first called me Dad.

Our trip to New York City,
when he bought 25 hamburgers

and he handed 'em out to homeless people.

And when Mrs. O'Keefe,
that lovely, understanding art teacher,

pulled me aside...

and told me what a bright light...

a bright light of a child he was.

Ethan...

I don't want you to live
with the shame anymore.

Ethan, look at me.

Ethan, please.

Son, please look at me.

I forgive you.

I love you.

I'm not here today to tell the court
when my son should be released.

That's not up to me.

I'm here today to let you know, Ethan,

that when that day comes, I'll be ready.

Come straight home.

I'll be there waiting for you.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Oh, my God, look at that one.

How do you know they're ready?

Okay, well, see this one?

See how it has a root
sticking out of the ground?

That's what we're looking for.

- Make a fist, let's see.
- This right?

So, that's about
the perfect size for a beet.

Measure it against there.
What do you think?

- It's good.
- Yeah.

Now, give it a little wiggle
by the greens and then pull it.

There we go. Nice, huh?

People eat these?

That's what you said about cucumbers.
Now, look at you.

Okay, now take all this in.

I'm gonna grab a couple more,

and then we'll make that
for dinner tonight.

- Okay.
- Alright?

Hello again.

Knocked up front, no answer.
Hope you don't mind.

Ah, no. Just a second.

Good news.
We finally found a family for the boy.

I don't know what to do, Daniel.

Do you wanna know what I'm thinking?

If I say no, are we gonna
talk about it anyway?

If you don't want to talk about it,

- we don't talk about it.
- No. No, no, no.

No, no, no, let's talk about it.
You want to talk about it?

I'm not sure you are in a place
where you can meet the needs

of a young boy as he grows and matures.

Especially when Ethan comes home,

and knowing how much
he's going to need you.

- Hm.
- What?

Here I was thinking I'd done a good thing.

You have done a good thing.

But have you done that good thing
for the boy or for yourself?

I know how close you two have become,

and I know what I'm asking is hard.

I don't even know what it is
that you're asking me.

To be unselfish with your love, Tom.

To recognize that what's best for you
may not be what's best for the boy.

And how do I know what's best for him?

Come on.

Ready?

- Yeah.
- Okay, here we go.

How long is it gonna take to get there?

GPS says six hours, seven minutes.

Six hours?!

Chicken butthole!

Wyatt, grow up, will ya?

What'd you do that for?

To remember.

I'm afraid I'm not gonna
remember any of it.

Yeah, I used to think that way too.
About my dad.

It's not true.

Everyone ready?