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Hands up!

Hands up! Sit down! Get your hands behind your back. Get up!

Get up!

Turn around!

Get him out of here.

Stand up! Okay, okay, okay, okay! Over here! Open

the seats.

Merry Christmas.

How'd you know?

Lucky guess.

Where is she?

My wife?

Oh, I think she went outside for a smoke.

Find her, will you?

I'm going to want her to meet.

I have to call you back.

I was just coming to settle for you. I don't need a baby.

Here.

What? I was looking for you.

It's good to see you, Cynthia. Thank you for coming.

Hi.

There she is.

Maddie, this is Pedro Dominguez, developer friend of mine from Miami.

Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. Your parents were just telling me that you

acquire art for your family foundation. Yes.

Well, there are easier ways to avoid estate taxes, but I enjoy the hunt.

Well, you have exquisite taste.

But to men.

Oh.

Hold on to this one, Niall. Oh, I am. Believe me, we both am.

Oh, he's all talk. I can barely get his attention these days. He's having a full

-blown love affair with Jarvis Yards.

I had to throw this whole party just to get him to take a night off.

Niall. Oh, Pedro, you know Nick Ryder, in -house counsel?

Of course.

Niall, I need you now.

A real blast of parties. Merry Christmas, etc., etc.

We may have a problem.

Abbotts. Abbotts.

Pardon me.

FBI, coming through.

Excuse me. Coming through.

Agent Abbott. Mr.

Jarvis. What the fuck? No, this is a private party, and you sure as hell

have an invitation. No, no, but I do have a warrant.

For what?

Pedro Dominguez, you're under arrest for the illegal transport of unreserved

currency. And you just had to do this? You have the right to an asylum, a right

to an attorney, anything you say. What is this obsession that you have with my

husband? No, are you in love with him? Ma 'am, I'm just trying to do my job.

Some of it have to work for a living.

Get the fuck out of my gallery. No, don't turn this on me. Come on, let's

let's go.

That was a new low.

Convicted fella at your party.

That's not a good look. Couple of Yankees here. It doesn't make me a

player. Yeah.

Well, I guess we'll see when we trace where that money was going.

Hey, hey.

Uh... All right, um... I'm...

Sorry about the intrusion.

I guess we're going to wind the party down.

That's the FBI agent who's been harassing you. Yeah, he's been beating

bushes for two years looking for something, anything, and it's nonsense.

But whatever this is, it wouldn't delay construction.

No, your foundation money is safe, Mr. Abrams. I wouldn't worry at all.

Drive safe, and Merry Christmas.

You want

to

tell me what the fuck just happened?

And don't you make me ask you twice.

All right, so last year, when the interest rates spiked and we were

shortfall of $200 million, I got the Ingrams to cover it? Yeah, and Pedro

Dominguez covered the rest.

Now tell me something that I don't know.

Pedro's money, it's from the cartel.

Pedro owns a real estate SPV in the Dominican Republic.

Which is a friend.

And you knew this when you took the money.

You didn't think to tell me.

So then you would have plausible deniability.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Ryder is the only one with fingerprints on this because all the money went into

his account. No one else knows.

And what happens when Pedro cuts a deal with Abbott and throws you under the

bus? He won't. He's already given us $80 million. If Pedro turns on us, the

cartel loses everything.

Pedro is not our problem.

Our problem is that Abbott already somehow connected him to Ryder in the

place. Someone tipped him off.

Which means that Abbott is working with someone under our tent. Someone with

access.

Ryder? No, not a chance.

I saw his face when Abbott came in. He was as blindsided as I was.

Then who?

Do you have any idea?

I might.

It'll never stop.

The subpoenas, the audits. Niall's done nothing wrong.

Can't we just have one night with no drama?

He's trying to humiliate us. We're fodder for page six.

Um, you might have to take this. I'll be right up.

Okay.

Hi, I'm going to have to call you as soon as I get home.

I'm still with Madison.

It's already all over Twitter.

Pedro being escorted out in handcuffs.

Abbott probably tipped off the press before he showed up. That's all he's

another photo op. And the FBI lets him do whatever he wants over and over and

over and over. I mean, we're private citizens.

We have rights.

And somehow they... What are you doing?

What?

You were just going through my things. I saw you.

I was looking for your medication.

Have you seen it?

It's in my office, I think.

But you've been taking it.

Jesus, Nina, yes!

Okay.

I'm sorry.

This is just, it's just too much. All of it. It's just...

a glass of water or something?

No.

Oh, um, thanks for letting me borrow this dress. I'll get it dry -cleaned

bringing it back to you. Oh, just keep it. It looks better on you.

Oh, my God. No.

Don't be silly.

Lena, I said keep it, okay?

Please.

a shit show.

The fucking cartels.

How could he be so reckless?

Niall's been playing with fire his whole life. Oh, Christ. Maybe I convinced

myself he'd grown out of it.

You took your hands off the wheel.

Sorry.

We need to find somebody inside the Bureau.

Someone we can lean on. Somebody close to Abbott who can find out who's feeding

him information.

You have any contacts inside the Bureau?

Yeah, I might.

I'll reach out tonight.

You're still up.

That man is trying to ruin us.

He won't find anything because there's nothing to find.

Is Nina happy?

Happy? What do you mean?

With her current employment.

She better be.

She's overpaid.

Half of it under the table.

Not to mention, she's made relationships with every gallery owner in the city.

All because of me.

Seems like you both have been arguing more.

Sometimes she oversteps.

Why are you asking?

Nina's in our home.

She has access to a lot.

Is this about Pedro?

You said there was nothing to worry about.

Somehow Abbott knew he was going to be there tonight.

I need to make sure someone close to us isn't causing trouble.

Nina's my friend.

She's also ambitious.

She would never.

I'm telling you.

Hang on.

We need to talk.

Okay. Are you in your office?

No. Maybe upstairs.

Upstairs?

You find out who told Abbott about Pedro?

I have an idea, and I'm working on it.

The FBI's gonna be able to track Pedro's money into my account.

Mm -hmm.

Your fingerprints are the only one on this.

So either you take the fall for all of us, or we all fall together.

Which means you have a choice to make.

But you'll be well compensated.

Ten times your annual pay for every year you serve.

Plus a point in Jarvis Yards.

Generational wealth, Nick.

You turn yourself in, take a plea, you're looking at 18 months out of three

years max.

It was longer than my marriage, and that felt like a lifetime.

So, I spoke to the DA.

We actually talked for a while.

He'll drop the criminal negligence charge if Frank pleads guilty to

endangerment.

That's still a felony.

Yes.

Which means prison time.

Given the extent of the victim's injuries, he says a misdemeanor is out

question. Even though Frank has no record and he's cooperated.

I'm sorry.

So, that's it?

We're out of options?

As we discussed, we could take it to trial, make the argument that Frank is

independent contractor working on razor -thin margins, and he didn't know the

concrete wasn't up to code. It was off -market concrete I bought in cash from

the back of a truck.

I should have asked questions.

If we go to trial, what's your best guess about the outcome?

The victim will likely never walk again, which will play with the jury, so...

I'd say take the plea and save your money for the civil suit that comes

Which will deplete whatever money we have left. A felony plea does make it

likely that you'll be found liable, yes.

What if we got divorced?

What? I mean on paper.

We separate our assets.

I file for Chapter 11. They can't come after you and the kids are protected.

Not to mention your career at the Bureau.

A husband in prison, is that... Is that really what you want?

I want to be clear of this. I want us to be clear of this. Maybe I don't deserve

to be clear of it.

Hey, we have two kids who need their father.

What do they deserve?

I'm sorry, Erica.

I know. I'm so sorry.

Bullshit. Bullshit!

How much is Niall paying you? Or maybe he's holding something over you.

I didn't help you. I didn't help you. You didn't have to do this. Believe what

you want. I'm telling you the truth. The roles will reverse. You think Niall

Jarvis, Niall Jarvis, you think he would take a fall for you?

You think he gives two shits about some sniveling little pisshead like you? You

could be the one. You could make him accountable. You're a fucking coward.

Fuck all that.

go take a breath. You don't actually believe that shit. It's not about what I

believe. It's about what we can prove.

No, I just spent three hours with digital forensics going over the

They can't find anything to connect the payments.

There has to be a way. Well, you're this close. No, you've been this close,

Brian, for two years.

The only definitive link is to Ryder, who just gave us a full confession.

What about my source?

She's trusted me. She's risked everything. This is not over. This can't

I can get him.

You ever read Moby Dick?

Me neither.

But even I know the guy dies chasing the whale.

I'm sorry, Brian.

Yeah, it's me.

We've got to talk. Not on the phone.

Oh, sorry I'm late. No worries. She's tying herself out out there.

We'll see you after the holidays.

Yeah. Merry Christmas.

You too.

Which one's yours?

Blue coat.

We met before.

Don't think so.

Your husband in construction?

Yeah. I heard he got himself in a bit of trouble.

You have a nice day.

It's not right what they're doing to Frank.

DA. Wants to make an example of him.

Establish his bona fides.

Rack up some wins.

But what if somebody could give him an opportunity for a bigger win?

Maybe he'd change his mind.

Be frank out with a misdemeanor. You might know my husband, but you don't

me. I suggest you be incredibly careful with what you say next. I know what it

feels like.

To be where you are, Agent Breton.

I'm offering you a way out.

I could have you thrown in jail just for coming to me with that kind of offer.

Yeah, you could.

But then everybody loses, right?

Especially the guy who got his legs crushed when the building collapsed.

What do you think he gets out of coming after you and Frank?

Once Frank files for bankruptcy...

After years of waiting legal fees, I ain't gonna see a nickel.

What if somebody could offer him real money?

Wouldn't that be a happier ending for everybody?

What is it you want?

Favor.

If you manage to get in touch, you take care of yourself, Agent Bratton.

I was starting to worry.

I got here as fast as I could. I thought maybe I was being followed.

By who?

It's probably in my head. I ducked into a bookstore and waited. I can't keep

this up. He knows someone's talking to you. He thinks it's Nina.

How close are you to arresting him?

What?

What's wrong?

Ryder turned himself in. He made a full confession.

But he's saying Niall didn't know about any of it.

Well, that's absurd.

You have to get him to flip. Yeah, I tried.

He knows he's going to prison, but he and Pedro, they're on the same page.

all in the same story.

So what happens now?

Maybe if you come forward as a witness.

No.

That wasn't the deal.

There's nothing for me to say. I told you everything I know. Well, then I

maybe we're out of options.

You're coming up?

Maddie, listen to me. No, no, no. My supervisor is pulling the plug without a

witness implicating Nile. We don't have a case.

Jesus. Hey, I've tried, Maddie.

This is not my call. I got bosses. They got bosses. Holy shit.

You used me.

You fucking... Excuse me. How can you say that? You came to me.

Yeah, when your investigation was dead.

You had nothing, and I gave you good information that you were supposed to

into an arrest. I was right about the SPV, about the plane, and now you fed

bosses, Ryder and Pedro, and now you don't give a fuck about me? That is

bullshit. Maddie, come on.

You know this is not what I wanted. You know how badly I wanted to arrest him,

but even if I don't, you can still leave him, Maddie. You can leave him.

You might not get all his money, but fuck your head.

You think that's what this is about? I don't know.

Fuck. Plenty of people get divorced, Maddie. I can't. Why not?

You don't understand. Why not?

Because he'll kill me.

He'll kill me.

Has he hurt you?

Look at me.

Has he hurt you?

Not yet.

Not yet?

Two years ago, I was working with this new sculptor, Theo.

A kid, straight out of the National Academy in Oslo. Niall was jealous. He

thought I was sleeping with him. He confronted me.

It was the angriest I'd ever seen him.

I told him we weren't. I thought he believed me. Two weeks later, Theo was

stabbed to death outside a bar in Bed -Stuy.

Supposedly a mugging gone wrong.

And you think Niall... Maddie, why are you only telling me this now? Because I

know I can't prove it.

And I know how it sounds, but there are others too. His whole life, people

who've gone missing.

A camp counselor when he was 17. A domestic worker in a hotel in Paris in

She was murdered on the night that Niall was supposed to be in Milan, but he

wasn't. He was at a hotel, another, a different hotel, only two blocks away.

I'm telling you. I'm telling you there's something in him, something he's very

good at hiding. And I won't be safe until he's behind bars. I won't. He's

like us. Please, you have to protect me. Please, I don't have anyone else. Okay.

You said that you cared about me. I do. I do.

So prove it.

Tell me I'm wrong. Don't.

I do care about you more than I should, more than I wish I did, but maybe you

need help more than protection.

Fuck you.

Don't touch me. No.

I said don't touch me. Stay away.

What are you doing here? I was worried. Were you following me?

Uh, no.

On the actual phone, Nina!

You share your location with me, and you weren't answering my phone calls, and I

was afraid that you might be... What?

I might be what?

I found your lithium, okay?

It was in your office, but you stopped taking it. It was full. You lied to me.

Well, you're not my fucking mother!

I care about you, Maddie.

And you're not well. I have no idea what I'm dealing with.

Just no political way of understanding.

And that's what scares me.

We almost lost you last time, and I'm not always going to be here to make sure

that you're taking care of yourself. Who's that supposed to mean?

I... I got offered a job with Threlkeld.

As a good gallerist. And I've been trying to tell you for weeks now, but

just never been the right time, and they're announcing it tomorrow. Of

Because there's no one I can trust. Trust is for idiots.

Idiots get used. Just used and used until I'm all used up. You and every

fucking person in my entire fucking life.

I used you?

Hey, no. That is not fair. When I first came to you, I asked you if there were

opportunities for me for growth. And every single time I come to you, you

me off. And you say that we can just talk about it later. We'll talk about it

later.

You can't even be bothered to have a fucking conversation with me. You don't

have it, Nina.

You spot trends, not talent.

You can't fake talent.

So go to Threlkelt. Rub elbows with every contact I ever gave you because at

end of the day, you're still a social climber from New Jersey with too much

makeup and shitty taste. You're not fooling anyone.

Have a nice fucking life.

Hi, Dad.

Where are you?

I'm still in the office. Did you speak with Ryder's attorney?

Yes, but that's not why I'm calling.

We've made some progress on our real problem.

Rick found someone, someone with access to Abbott, who can find out where he's

getting his information.

Who? Doesn't matter who.

What matters is we're handling it. So you just sit tight and keep your head

down. Understand?

Yeah.

Tell me you understand.

I understand.

Working late.

Oh. I didn't think anyone would be here.

I bet.

I was just leaving your travel documents.

I didn't want the flights to get mixed up. I know how you like everything

printed out.

I won't be working for Maddie anymore.

So, I'll come by tomorrow.

The apartment and pick up my things.

She fired you.

I quit.

I can't do it anymore.

Sorry.

Funny timing.

What? You think I don't realize what's going on?

What are you talking about? Someone's leaking information to Abbott, Nina.

Someone with access.

You're actually accusing me.

I mean, do you really hate us that much?

Because I can't imagine what I could have possibly have promised you. It's

me. No more lying. I'm not lying. Bullshit!

It's Madison.

No.

Yes.

She was sneaking out.

Making the same bullshit excuses that she always does. I thought it was

affair, so I followed her.

And I saw her with him.

Brian Abbott.

Why would she do that? Why does she do half the shit she does? I don't know.

She's out of her fucking mind.

You think that I don't know all the ways that you could ruin my life if you

really wanted to?

You think I would ever take that kind of risk?

I'm not fucking stupid.

And I'm not insane.

Here. Here's her lithium.

She stopped taking it.

And here's her bed meds.

I could tell she was spiraling, so I hid them.

I was afraid she was going to try again.

But you know what?

I'm done trying to save her from herself.

I give up.

You can believe whatever the fuck you want.

Hey, love.

Jesus.

You scared me.

What are you doing here?

You didn't come home.

I just came to get my passport for St. Croix.

We don't... We don't leave till next week.

Yeah, I figured I wouldn't leave it till the night before for once.

It's not like you to be so well prepared.

Yeah, well, I'm evolving.

So where were you tonight?

I checked out a gallery in Red Hook.

Found absolutely nothing, hence the impulse packing.

I ran into Nina.

Oh, yeah? Mm -hmm.

She was dropping off paperwork at the office.

She said she'd quit.

You were right.

She was hiding something from a new job over at Threlkelt in Soho.

Anything else you want to tell me?

What do you mean?

Don't bullshit me, Maddie.

Nina didn't quit. I fired her, so whatever she said... Were you fucking

too?

Or just telling him my secrets?

You know, ever since I found you in that bathtub all... all blue in the face,

I've been waiting for you to get better.

To rejoin the living and...

I guess you have been for some time. I just didn't know.

I'm leaving now.

I saved your life.

I saved your life, Maddie. But that wasn't enough, was it? You had to go and

stab me in the back over and over and fucking over again. Why?

I'm going. Tell me why!

Because when I look in your eyes too long, I see it.

This animal.

Maybe I always saw it, but I don't have a death wish or anything. Don't! Don't!

Don't, Maddie! Don't!

Don't make me do this!

Don't make me do this.

Now, what did you do?

She was talking.

That happened.

You fucking piece of shit!

What's the matter with you?

Did anybody see you?

Is there a shower in here?

Put your clothes in a trash bag.

Go.

All right, we got two choices.

Option one, we help him.

Best case, he lives his life under suspicion.

Everybody thinks that nobody can prove it.

But worst case, there's a surveillance camera.

Some text message, some spotted DNA. I mean, something gets him.

And we go down two.

Option two is you dial 911 right now.

Turn him in.

And let the chips fall.

If I get a vote, protect your legacy.

Protect yourself.

First one to the coffee.

Yeah.

Do you mind if I... Oh, shit. Sorry.

You know, I've seen you around, but I don't think we've properly met.

Erica Breton.

Brian Abbott.

You're in the Jarvis case, right?

Yeah. You?

Cybersecurity.

Nice to meet you.

Escape is such a thankful word.

I've searched for other answers, but they all lead me back here.

What?

There has been real love in my life, and for that I am grateful.

But I'm too tired of the fight.

I'm not strong enough.

Forgive me.

We just don't know. We don't know, but people don't disappear themselves, Ryan,

right? Like, it's actually legit difficult. It is not a solo job.

It's been a week, and they still haven't found her, right? Like, that's insane.

Okay, but... I mean, this is Niles Jarvis we're talking about, right? What

you watching?

Ugh.

More background noise.

Oh, sure.

You may have a Pulitzer now, but you love some tabloid drama just as much as

rest of us. I don't know about that.

Cannonball! I think I got all... the drama I need right here I'll be

home for Christmas you

can plan on me

we have snow

and mistletoe and presents

North Eve will find.

Christmas Eve will find me where

the love light gleams.

I'll be home, Christmas,

if all...