Original subtitles

Shit.

Don't say anything.

It's occupied.

The police. We must call the boss.

FBI! Hands up! Hands up! Sit down!

-Abbott, cuff 'em. -Copy.

-Get your hands behind your back. -Get up! Turn around.

Turn around!

Get 'em out of here.

-Stand up. Over here! -Okay, okay, okay!

Calm down.

Open the seats.

Merry Christmas.

How'd you know?

Lucky guess.

♪ Feliz Navidad ♪

♪ Feliz Navidad… ♪

Where is she?

♪ Feliz Navidad ♪

♪ Próspero año y felicidad… ♪

My wife?

Oh, I… I think she went outside for a smoke.

Find her, will you? Someone I want her to meet.

I have to call you back.

♪ It's the holiday season ♪

♪ It's the season of believing… ♪

-Oh! -I was just going to look for you.

-I don't need a babysitter, Nina. -No, no, no. Come here.

-What? -Go like that.

Nile's looking for you.

Okay.

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 telling me 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.

Except in men.

Oh! Hold on to this one, Nile.

Oh, I am, believe me. With both hands.

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 to get him to take a night off.

-Nile. -Oh.

Pedro, you know Nick Ryder, in-house counsel?

-Of course. -Nile, I need you now.

Real blast at parties.

Merry Christmas, et cetera, et cetera.

Uh, we may have a problem.

Abbott is here in the building.

-Pardon me. FBI, coming through. -…be safe than sorry.

-Excuse me. -Coming through.

-Agent Abbott. -Mr. Jarvis.

-What the fuck? -Madison!

No, this is a private party,

and you sure as hell don't have an invitation.

-No, but I do have a warrant. -For what?

Pedro Dominguez, you're under arrest

for the illegal transport of undeclared currency.

You had to do this here?

You have the right to remain silent, a right to an attorney. Anything you say…

What is this obsession you have with my husband?

Ma'am, I'm just…

-No, are you in love with him? -Madison!

Ma'am, I'm just trying to do my job. Some of us have to work for a living.

-Get the fuck out of my gallery! -Madison!

-No, don't turn this on me! -Come on, let's go. Come on.

I'll be back.

That's insane!

That was a new low.

A convicted felon at your party.

That's not a good look.

Couple of Yankees here. Doesn't make me a baseball 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.

Uh, I guess we're gonna wind the party down. Um…

That's the FBI agent who's been harassing Nile?

Yeah, he's been beating the bushes for two years,

looking for something, anything, and it's nonsense.

Whatever this is, it wouldn't delay construction?

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

Tell your drivers to drive safe. And Merry Christmas.

♪ He has no gift to bring… ♪

Not now. Just let me get everyone out.

♪ That's fit to give the king ♪

♪ Pa rum pum pum pum ♪

♪ Rum pum pum pum ♪

♪ Rum pum pum pum ♪

-Give Samantha my best. -Enjoy St. Croix.

Oh, we will. Thank you. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

You wanna 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 looking at a shortfall of 200 million,

I got the Ingrams to cover half.

And Pedro Dominguez covered the rest. Now tell me something that I don't know.

Pedro's money,

it's from the cartel.

Uh…

Pedro owns a real estate SPV in the Dominican Republic.

Which is a front.

And you knew this when you took the money?

You didn't think to tell me?

So that 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 first 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?

You have any idea?

I might.

It'll never stop. The subpoenas, the audits.

Nile's done nothing wrong.

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

He's trying to humiliate us. More fodder for "Page Six."

Um, do you mind if I take this? I'll be right up.

Okay.

Hi. I'm gonna 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 after. 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? -Oh. Uh…

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…

I'm sorry.

Do you want me to get you a glass of water or something?

No.

Oh, um, thanks for letting me borrow this dress.

I'll get it dry-cleaned before bringing it back.

Just keep it. It looks better on you.

Oh my God. No. Are you… Don't be silly.

Nina. I said keep it. Okay?

Please.

Okay.

Good night.

Good night.

What a shit show. The fucking cartels.

How could he be so reckless?

Nile'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.

All right.

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'd 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 gonna 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.

Hey, Nile.

We need to talk.

Okay. Are you in your office?

No. Meet me 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 to my account.

Mm-hmm.

Your fingerprint's 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.

That's longer than my marriage, and that felt like a lifetime.

Here you go.

All right. So I spoke to the DA.

We actually talked for a while.

He'll drop the criminal negligence charge

if Frank pleads guilty to reckless 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 of the 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

Frank's working on thin margins and 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've 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 next.

Which will deplete whatever money we have left.

A felony plea does make it more 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.

-Frank-- -Not to mention your career at the Bureau.

A husband in prison, is that…

is that really what you want?

I wanna 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, Erika.

-I know. -I'm so sorry.

Bullshit! Bullshit!

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

-No one's threatening me. -I can help you.

No one is paying me.

-You don't have to do this. -I'm telling you the truth!

If the roles were reversed, you think Nile Jarvis…

Nile Jarvis! You think he would take a fall for you?

Hmm?

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

You could be the one to make him accountable.

You're a fucking coward!

-Get off of me! -Fuck off.

-Let's 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.

Now, I just spent three hours with digital forensics

going over the financials.

They can't find anything to connect the payments to Jarvis.

There has to be a way. We are 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.

And what about my source, huh?

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

This can't be over. 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. Uh, we gotta talk. Not on the phone.

Sorry I'm late.

No worries. She's tiring herself out out there.

-We'll see you after the holidays. -Yeah. Merry Christmas.

You too.

Which one's yours?

Blue coat.

Have 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.

Plead Frank out with a misdemeanor.

You might know my husband, but you don't know me.

I suggest you be 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 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,

he won't 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?

A favor.

If you're interested, get in touch. You take care of yourself, Agent Breton.

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. -Okay.

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.

Yeah.

But he's saying Nile 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.

They're telling 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 think maybe we're…

we're out of options.

You're giving up?

-Maddie, listen to me. -No, no, no.

-My supervisor is pulling the plug. -You can't.

Without a witness implicating Nile, we don't have a case.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, I've tried, Maddie.

This is not my call.

-I got bosses. They got bosses. -Bullshit!

You used me.

-Whoa. -You fucking used me!

How can you say that? You came to me.

Yeah, when your investigation was dead.

You had nothing.

I gave you good information you were supposed to turn into an arrest.

I was right about the SPV, about the plane.

Now you fed your bosses, Ryder and Pedro, 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 fucking A.

-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.

Nile 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 Nile…

-Maddie, why are you 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 have gone missing.

-What? -A camp counselor when he was 17.

A domestic worker in a hotel in Paris in 2010.

She was murdered on a night Nile was supposed to be in Milan, but he wasn't.

He was at a different hotel only two blocks away.

-Slow down. Slow down. -No, 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 not like us. Please. You have to protect me. Please.

-Okay. Okay. -I don't have anyone else.

You said that you cared about me.

I do. I do.

So prove it.

I see the way that you look at me.

-No… -Tell me I'm wrong.

-No, don't. -Come on, tell me.

Stop.

Maddie, I… I do care about you more than I should,

more than I wish I did, but maybe

you need help more than protection.

Oh, f… fuck you!

-Maddie. Maddie. -Don't touch me.

-Please. Maddie. -I said don't touch me.

-Please, Maddie! -Stay away!

Leave me alone!

What are you… What are you doing here?

-I was worried. -Were you following me?

-Uh, no. -What the actual fuck, Nina?

You share your location. You weren't answering my phone calls.

I was afraid that you might be--

What?

I might be what?

I found your lithium, okay?

-Jesus. -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.

-You're not well. -You have no idea what I'm dealing with.

-Just no possible way of understanding. -I… I know!

And that's what scares me. We almost lost you last time,

and I'm not always gonna be here to make sure that you're taking care.

What's that supposed to mean?

I…

I got offered a job with Threlkeld.

Associate gallerist.

I've been trying to tell you, but it's never the right time.

-Right. -And they're announcing it tomorrow.

Of course. 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 other fucking person in my entire fucking life!

I used you?

-Shit. -Hey! No.

That is not fair. When I first came to you,

I asked if there were opportunities for me for growth, remember?

And every single time I'd come to you, you'd brush me off,

and you'd say that we can just talk about it later.

Like, 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 Threlkeld. Rub elbows with every contact I ever gave you.

At the 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.

You understand?

Yeah.

Tell me you understand.

I understand.

Working late.

Oh. Uh, 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.

Um, I know how you like everything printed out.

I won't be working for Maddie anymore.

So I'll come by tomorrow to 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.

Someone with access.

You're actually accusing me.

I mean, do you really hate us that much?

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

It's not 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 another 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? She's out of her fucking mind.

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

But you know what?

I'm done trying to save her from herself. I give up.

You believe whatever the fuck you want.

Oh God.

Oh God.

Okay.

-Hey, lovely. -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 quit.

You were right.

She was hiding something from us.

A new job over at Threlkeld in SoHo.

Anything else you wanna 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 him 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 anymore.

Don't! Don't! Don't, Maddie! Don't!

Don't make me do this!

Don't make me do this.

I love you.

Fuck!

No, no, no! No, no! No! No!

Stop, stop! Please!

Dad?

My God, what did you do?

S… She was… She was talking to Abbott.

You fucking piece of shit!

-Hey! Hey! -What's the matter with you?

Did anybody see you?

Is there a shower in here?

Yeah, I think so.

All right. Go take a hot shower.

Put your clothes in a trash bag.

Go.

All right, we've got two choices.

Option one, we help him.

Best case, he lives his life under suspicion.

Everybody thinks it. Nobody can prove it.

But worst case, there's

a surveillance camera.

Some text message, some spot of DNA. Something gets him.

And we go down too.

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.

Uh, do you mind if I…

Oh, sure. Sorry.

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

Erika Breton.

Brian Abbott.

You're on 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.

There has been real love in my life,

and for that I am grateful.

But I am too tired of the fight.

I'm not strong enough.

Forgive me.

Madison.

She could be anywhere. We 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 Nile Jarvis we're talking about…

What are you watching?

Just annoying background noise.

Oh, sure. You may have a Pulitzer now,

but you love some tabloid drama just as much as the rest of us.

I don't know about that. I think--

Cannonball!

I think I got all the drama I need right here.

-♪ I'll be home… ♪ -Hi.

Hello.

♪ For Christmas ♪

♪ You can plan on me ♪

♪ Please have snow ♪

♪ And mistletoe ♪

♪ And presents on the tree ♪

♪ Christmas Eve will find me ♪

♪ Where the love light gleams ♪

♪ I'll be home for Christmas ♪

♪ If only in my dreams ♪

♪ Christmas Eve will find me ♪

♪ Where the love light gleams ♪

♪ I'll be home for Christmas ♪

♪ If only ♪

♪ In my dreams ♪