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When I was a kid...

my brother and I went swimmin' in the quarry.

January, February, it didn't matter.

You jump into water that cold, your heart can explode from the shock.

So, you take some water...

you put it on both your shoulders.

And your body gets used to the temperature.

And your heart slows...

so it don't explode.

Whoo!

- Where is he? - Where is who? Where's who?

Fuck! Where the fuck is he?

- Where is who? - Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray!

Where the fuck is he?!

Ray's in jail.

Jail.

What the fuck? What the fuck are you talking about jail?

He texted Cliff.

Last night, Ray fuckin' texted Cliff

to meet up with Lee Whitehead, and now Cliff's fuckin' gone.

The FBI took him in.

The FB...

Two days ago.

Two...

two days?

Where...

where the fuck is Cliff?

I don't know where Cliff is.

You still have the stuff?

Lee wouldn't touch it before, 'cause he doesn't trust Ray.

But I've known Lee my whole life, and...

and if I went to him, you know, just me,

and asked, you know, if maybe he might...

What are you talkin' about?

I can help you move the dope.

Why the hell would I trust you?

'Cause I'm a good person.

A good person?

Jesus Christ.

Ray's meetin' his parole officer on Friday.

And there's a chance he could make bail.

If I don't escape now, I might never get another chance.

The witness is waiting inside. Name's Alexander Jovanovic.

Seems confident he can provide a description of our suspect.

Okay, and we got a sketch artist coming?

- ETA 15. - What about his cell phone?

We get any fingerprints?

Phone was tossed into the Delaware.

But the bucket's out at Hobbes now being run for rapid DNA.

- Bucket? What bucket? - Sam was releasing a fish

into the river when the witness encountered him.

- He was releasing a fish? - Yeah.

Suspect's vehicle is a Honda Accord.

Unfortunately, none of the cameras provide a clear angle of the license plate.

hadn't slept that night. Boss.

Good morning. What do you got?

From yesterday.

The truck driver who met with our suspect is Bartosz Karpowski.

- Listed address in Ridley. - Okay, call Ridley P.D.,

send all avail units over there to meet him.

- Yes, sir. - Lizzie.

- Mm? - Check all the stores

and traffic cams along Baltimore Pike,

see if they got a visual of the Honda plates.

- Copy. - Where's this witness?

Hey. Good morning.

- Special Agent Tom Brandis. - Alex.

So, you feel confident that you'd be able to describe this guy?

Yeah. He was standing as close to me as you are right now.

What can you tell me about the kid? Was he frazzled? Scared?

- Any visible injuries? - No.

No, just seemed like a normal kid.

Okay. The sketch artist will be here shortly.

Take your time, be as detailed as possible.

Okay.

Get some rest, kiddo.

- Check in with you later. - Yeah.

Mm.

Morning, boss.

What does summer casual mean to you, Connor?

So I did some more digging on those Task Force members

- you asked about. - Uh-huh?

You got a minute to chat?

Mm-hmm.

- Did you eat enough? - Mm-hmm.

Do I have to leave?

Yeah.

Can I pet Gertie one last time?

Sure.

Holy Christ. Look at you!

You are all grown up. Oh, my God.

Wow!

I remember when you were little Wavy Maevey,

wobbling on her training wheels out in the yard.

Ah, you look great, kid. Can I come in?

What for?

The club's heading out to Stroudsburg for the weekend.

You know, for the yearly gathering. Remember those?

- Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah.

And we're gonna do a little ceremony

for the fallen brothers, your dad included.

So, I just wanted to see if I could find his cut,

if it was laying around, you know, his vest.

Yeah, sure.

- Good. - Do you mind walking around back, though?

I just finished cleaning the floor.

Sure. Back where?

Garage. It's where our stuff is.

Yep.

My dad's stuff's over there. Gray and green box.

Who's all living here now?

Sorry?

I mean, you got bikes, and bins, and toys, and...

Oh, my Uncle Robbie.

Him and his kids moved in a little while ago.

Hm.

What the hell is crazy Robbie up to these days?

Not much. You know Robbie.

Take whatever you want.

Sam.

What?

Stay here and don't move.

Do not move until I come back.

Promise me this time.

Maeve?

Maevey?

Hello?

Find what you need?

I did.

Where's Robbie at now?

Don't know. I haven't seen him in a few days.

Hm.

It's great to see you again, sweetheart.

Don't be a stranger, okay?

Remember, we're still your family.

Stay here. I'll be right back, okay?

Oh, my God, it's really fucking him.

Okay, do me a favor.

Can you look after Harper and Wyatt?

Please, Bridge.

You're the only one I can trust right now.

- It's just until... - Until what?

What's gonna happen to you, Maeve?

So, how long you think it'll take?

I mean, depending how specific your witness is here?

- Yeah. - Typically, 30, 40 minutes.

Alright.

- As soon as you can, okay? - Alright.

Alex, this is Miguel.

- He's gonna do the sketch. - Tom?

- Yeah? - The lab called.

The DNA results came back.

They were able to pull a second set of prints

off the bucket Sam was carrying.

Bad news. It's a woman.

21-year-old Maeve Prendergrast,

listed address in Elverson.

Good news?

Her father is Billy Prendergrast.

Lieutenant within the Dark Hearts.

A missing persons report was filed 14 months ago.

I called the detective assigned.

No body was ever found, but he's convinced that Billy was murdered by his own gang.

- Billy Prendergrast. - Mm.

Alright. Thanks.

- Wait, where are you going? - I'm going to pay Maeve a visit.

By the time I got to the park, Cliff wasn't there.

And then, Shelley's sayin' Ray was taken in by the FBI.

The FBI?

Right? Doesn't make any...

Doesn't make any sense. It doesn't make any fuckin' sense.

Cliff was there. I was on the phone with him.

He was shouting to me, "Get out, get out, get out."

Like there was someone there that he wasn't expecting.

It was Jayson.

What are you talking about, Jayson?

He walked into the house this morning.

How would Jason have known about Wissahickon Park?

No, it wasn't Jayson.

It was Ray. It was Ray.

He was covered in blood.

I'm telling you, Robbie, it was Jayson.

Oh...

Don't fuckin' touch me right now.

I'm gonna go.

Get rid of this dope.

You can't sell it. I already told you, Robbie.

I know what you said.

I had a feeling you were lyin' to me.

I made you a respectful offer. A clean way out.

Now, we gotta handle things different.

Come on.

Come on.

Help!

- Help! - Shut up!

Help!

Shut the fuck up. Shut up!

- Help! - Shut up!

Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up.

Eryn?

Fuck.

Come on. Come on.

I'll let Freddy know you're here.

You brought them to my house? You're not thinking.

Just as the Dark Hearts described.

I know what you're thinking.

Let's assume you don't know what I'm thinking.

You have got a war on your hands.

Play the long game.

You're learning too fast, nephew.

Get Jayson on the phone right away.

For what? What are you asking for?

Everything.

Hey, come on in.

Come on, come on.

Sit down, sit down.

- Hey. - Hey.

Any luck with Bartosz?

Yeah, wife said he left on a route early this morning, Canada-bound.

I put out a BOLO to all LPR readers.

My guess, the staties will tag him somewhere along I-95.

Did she happen to mention the last name Prendergrast, by any chance?

Prendergrast? No, where is that name comin' from?

Rapid DNA confirmed partials off that bucket.

I'm heading over there now.

What's the address?

16 Millville Lane. Elverson.

Alright, copy that. I'll meet you there. I'm just 10 minutes behind.

Alright. I'll see you there.

Hey.

Hey.

- Evidence locker. - Yeah.

How'd everything go last night?

Nabbed Cliff Broward. Not the dope.

What the fuck do you mean, not the dope?

You tell me. It wasn't on him.

Wasn't in the park, wasn't in the car.

Fuck.

What about the kid? You ask Broward about Sam?

No. Kid's fuckin' dead.

Taken yesterday afternoon at Alloyed Trucking.

He look fuckin' dead to you?

Just remember who you're fuckin' talking to right now.

PACIC bulletins are flashing across tracking boards.

Every uniform in the state is searching for that very-much-alive kid right now.

I'm cuttin' things way too close this time.

The guy in the picture, do you recognize him?

Tattoos? Anything that could help us?

It's just a fucking hand.

Just give me a second, hang on.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was Freddy.

They got him.

- Got who? - Your guy.

It's Robbie Prendergrast.

His brother used to be in the club.

Wait, wait, wait. Did...

- Did you just say Prendergrast? - Yeah.

Now, listen to me. Freddy's gonna set up a meeting.

- Robbie's gonna bring the dope with him. - I gotta fuckin' go.

- Where are you goin'? - Do not leave for that meeting

till you hear from me first, you understand?

- Grasso? - Do not fuckin' leave, Jayson!

Whoo!

Oh, my God.

That's bad, right?

I can't smell anything.

Oh, so you think it's fine?

- No, I can't smell anything. - Oh, expiration date is...

At all, actually. Ever.

What are you talking about?

When this happened,

I lost my sense of smell, and it just never came back.

Is that permanent?

Yeah. So far.

What happened to him?

- After... - Yeah.

He's an HVAC tech in Charlotte.

I call his parole officer every month...

pretend I am following up on a felony case for the DA's office,

just to make sure that he is where he is supposed to be.

And that he's not, you know...

doing the same thing to some other woman.

Mm.

Maeve?

Harp?

Hey, it's Maeve. Leave a message.

- Hey, Grasso. - Hey.

You at that house? Prendergrast's?

Yeah, I just got here.

There's a Honda Accord right out front.

Listen, just wait till I get there, alright?

'Cause if you think it's somethin', it's better we go in together.

Wait, someone's coming out of the house.

- Tom, wait for me. - I think this is our guy.

- Do not go inside that... - I gotta go.

- Get here as soon as you can. - Tom!

Hey. Hey.

How you doing?

I...

Oh! Special Agent Tom Brandis, FBI.

Whew!

Is Maeve Prendergrast home?

What do you wanna talk to Maeve about?

Well, the Bureau assigned me to a cold case

involving her father, Billy Prendergrast.

I don't know where Maeve's at right now, and I gotta get to work.

Would you mind if I used your bathroom?

I've been in the car all morning, and my molars are floating.

Just quickly.

- I'll be out of your hair. - Alright. Alright.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- Right here? - Yeah, just down to the left.

Okay.

Oh.

Oh, brother.

- You alright in there? - Yeah, just...

It takes me a little longer than usual.

I got a little bit of a shy bladder.

Okay.

- Yeah. Thank you. - You get it all out?

Yeah. Pushing 60.

It's like my bladder's the size of a shot glass.

Yeah, listen, I gotta get to work, so.

Yeah. Well, just quickly, I was wondering, what's the best way to get a hold of Maeve?

Her cell.

Is it alright if I sit here?

- Her cell? - Yeah.

Okay.

I... my phone.

There we go.

Okay. What is that number?

6-1-0.

Wait, I forgot my glasses.

6-1-0.

- 4-4-5... - 4-4-5...

- 8-8-3-2. - 8-8-3-2.

610-445-8832?

- Mm-hmm. - Alright, what was your name?

- I'm Robbie. - Robbie.

Did you know Billy, by any chance, or...

He was my brother.

Aw, well...

I'm sorry. That's tough.

Well, honestly, Robbie, the reason I'm here

is there's been some new evidence, technological advancements.

You know, there's the DNA, and the sequencing machines,

and the AI... you know, it's just...

It's over my head, all this stuff. I'm just a note taker, but,

you know, if you could give me something that belonged to Billy,

then I could get this process started.

Preferably a hairbrush.

- I'll look. - Thank you. Thank you, Robbie.

You know, I...

A winter hat too.

Winter hats are very good for DNA samples.

Don't fuckin' move.

Put your shit down.

Stand up.

You got any other weapons on you?

- No. - No?

- No. - You lying to me again?

No, I'm not lying to you.

You got some...

gun hiding in your sock or up your asshole?

No. We're only issued one firearm, and, no, it's not in my asshole.

You being fuckin' wise with me, Tom?

No.

I wouldn't be wise with a gun in your back.

Move.

Robbie, this is not a good idea.

You think? I'm a million miles past good ideas.

Now, move.

You're like a baby giraffe.

Hey! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I know them cars got trackers in 'em.

You're a little sneak, aren't you, Tom? Fuckin' DNA machines.

I know you weren't pissing in that bathroom, neither.

Nobody pisses like that.

Plop, plop, plop, like you're takin' a shit standin' up.

Is the boy okay?

- Is the boy... - Route 100.

- Head north. - Is the boy alive?

Drive!

Turn the radio on.

- gonna have scattered showers... - Not this. Music.

- high of 78 degrees... - Just pick one.

You're listening to Easy Country on Sirius Satellite Radio.

Billy's dead.

- I'm sorry? - My brother Billy.

There's nothing cold about his case.

Jayson Wilkes beat him to death.

It's what started this whole thing.

You mean, you, and Cliff, and Peaches

robbing these drug houses?

Where's Cliff now?

Dead.

Jayson got him, too.

He's got some informant. Set it up.

Had us meet out at Wissahickon Park pretending to buy dope.

That's where they took Cliff.

What's in the bag, Robbie?

Basketballs.

That duffle bag have something to do with where we're headed?

Yeah.

Yeah, we're going to a pick-up game.

You're very perceptive, Tom. You must be the Bureau's top man, huh?

Not even close.

Tom?

What's your actual job title?

What do they call you?

Resident agent.

Resident agent?

Sounds like a fuckin' real estate salesman.

Hey, I think something happened to Tom.

Tom Brandis, from Springfield.

Where are we going, Robbie?

Answers are given on a need-to-know basis.

This your family?

Two of these do not look like the others.

My wife Susan and I adopted a couple kids.

How long you and Susie been married?

Twenty-nine years.

Where'd you lovebirds meet?

Bryn Mawr Hospital.

Hospital? Jesus.

No, we weren't...

She was a patients' rights advocate,

and I was a priest at the time, giving Last Rites to patients.

She converted you from the priesthood?

Oh, it wasn't like that. I was the one that did all the chasing.

Susan wasn't very fond of me.

She was an atheist, and we argued quite a bit

over what to say to people who were dying.

She believed that this is our only life.

I'm team Susan.

I never once felt God in my life.

And I think people wanna believe that there's more than this

'cause if this is really all there is...

then that's too fuckin' depressing for some people.

You know, but...

there's nothing else after this.

Maeve Prendergrast, 21 years old, no criminal record.

And she just walked into the station with Sam at her side.

Yeah, waived Miranda and said she was willing

to talk without an attorney.

It seems to me like she just wants this whole thing

- to be over. - Where's the boy now?

Being evaluated at Lankenau. The corporal who transported him

didn't note any visible bruising or signs of trauma, at least not physical.

Mm.

Morning.

Kathleen McGinty, Supervisory Special Agent

- with the FBI. - Fuck me.

So, from what I understand, Miss Prendergrast,

you've been read your rights and you've agreed to talk to me.

Is that correct?

I'm gonna need a yes or no, dear.

- Loud and clear. - Yeah.

Yes or no?

Yes.

Wonderful.

So, let's start at the beginning.

Hi. Oh, shoot, what happened?

Ow!

- What is wrong with you? - I'm sorry, Donna. I'm sorry.

- Ow! Ow. - Hey. Are you alright?

No! Jesus Christ.

Fuck.

- Hey. - Hey, yo.

Where you been all day?

Yeah, I had to handle something.

Must have tried your phone like 50 fuckin' times.

- Uh-huh. - Listen, we're outside.

- Freddy called. - Fuck!

It's Robbie Prendergrast. Billy's fuckin' brother.

He went to Freddy to move the china.

Freddy wanted double. That's why I was calling you.

He had me over a barrel, Per. I didn't know what to do.

That's alright, kiddo.

Where's Robbie now?

He asked for a meeting way up in Bushkill, 6 p.m.

Billy had that huntin' cabin on the Lehigh River.

That's where we're gonna meet him.

Yeah, alright, I'll be right out, alright?

Yeah. Hey, hey, can you ask Donna if she's heard from Eryn?

From Eryn?

Yeah, of course. Why?

Ah, the kids just called.

They got home from school and she's not there.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'll ask her, okay? I'll be right out, alright?

Hey, D? You alright?

Jayson wants you to check on the kids.

I don't know, I guess Eryn's not home yet.

Alright. Power down.

Going dark.

The fuck happened to you?

I just got all lightheaded comin' out of the shower this morning,

and just slipped, and went boom.

So, you knew this fella?

Yeah. I didn't recognize him though.

Can you describe...

- I need to speak with you. - Can it wait?

Grasso was supposed to meet Tom at Robbie Prendergrast's house.

He thinks he's missing.

Missing? What do you mean?

Well, his car is there, but he's not.

The last thing Tom said to Grasso

was that the suspect's car was in the driveway,

and then someone was comin' out the front door.

Call Central. I want every single tag reader

within 50 miles of Robbie's house

looking for that vehicle.

- And put out an APB. Notify only. - Right.

I wanna know which way that car is going.

Instead of distributing 5x minus 2, we leave them factored. Why?

Will Emily Brandis please report to the main office?

Emily Brandis to the main office immediately.

Now, let's go back to what we discussed yesterday.

- What's the latest? - Honda's license plate

just pinged an LPR reader on Route 100.

- 100 where? - Stroudsburg Plaza.

Northeast of Bushkill.

You seen people die, doing Last Rites and all?

Yes.

What was that like?

What's it like?

Yeah, like, in the final moments.

Are people scared?

Yes.

Every one.

You got a family, Robbie?

Yeah.

I got a boy and a girl.

Wyatt and Harper.

A summer tanager showed up in my backyard recently.

It's not supposed to be anywhere near Pennsylvania

this time of year.

It's called a vagrant.

- A what? - Vagrant.

It's a bird that's strayed outside its normal range.

Strayed so far that it's forgotten how to find its way home.

Most of them don't survive.

Wow. What a lovely story. Thank you for sharing, Tom.

I've kidnapped the world's most depressing human.

What I'm saying, Robbie, is...

you could still go home.

- Get off here. - Here? What for?

'Cause I don't want to be on the same road too long.

- They can track us. Get off. - Well, 100 takes us right into Bushkill.

Tom, I fuckin' like you.

Don't like you enough to let you fuck up my plan.

Get off the fuckin' highway.

He left maybe 8 a.m.

I don't know what he was wearing

because he was gone before I came downstairs.

Alright.

I have everything I need.

And this is the best number to reach you at?

- Yeah. - Okay. Thank you for this.

We'll be in touch when we have any news about your father.

Is it good news or bad news that we haven't heard anything?

It's fucking torture.

Wait, were you able to reach Andy?

He changed his flight. He gets in tomorrow at 3:00.

I guess I should let you know that Andy and I

have been separated for four months.

Wait, what? Why?

I wish I had a less pathetic story.

He left his cellphone at home one day.

I found a text.

Her name's Serena.

She's a law school classmate.

You want to know the worst part?

She looks just like me.

It's like he traded me in for a younger version.

And I'm so mad, because I met her once.

And I told her how pretty she looked.

What are you gonna do?

I always relied on Mom for the answer.

How long have you felt that way, like...

all you're allowed to feel was gratitude?

Since I've...

since I've been with our family.

I don't want you to feel that way anymore.

Mom wouldn't either.

You sure?

The next toll station on 100 hasn't recorded the Honda's plate yet.

It should have by now, right?

Fuck! Motherfucker!

He must have got off somewhere.

Slow down. Turn here.

You gonna kill me, Robbie?

If you are, I'd at least like to call my family.

No can do.

Why not?

So your Fed buddies can track us and fuck up my plan.

You're not callin' Susan.

Susan's dead.

She passed away over a year ago.

I wanna speak to my kids, Robbie.

- Not happening. - There's things I wanna say to them.

- Stop the car. - There's things I need to say.

Stop the fuckin' car!

Turn the engine off.

Turn the fuckin' engine off!

Hand me the keys.

Get out!

Will you please let me just call my family?

Walk down there.

Come on, fuckin' move!

Will you at least take a message to my son?

I'm the last person you want taking a message

to anyone right now.

In fact...

I need you to do me a favor.

My niece, Maeve...

she had nothing to do with any of this.

I don't want her gettin' punished for my fuck-ups.

Will you help her?

You promise?

I got the word of the Bureau's top fuckin' real estate agent?

You're a decent man, Tom.

You walk straight into those woods for a mile or so,

you should be good.

You'll see it. It's beautiful.

You don't have to go through with this, Robbie.

What was that bird you called me, that...

vagrant.

You could still go home.

Even if I wanted to go home, I don't know the way no more.

I need you to walk into those woods, Tom.

Hello. Hello, excuse me.

Hi, my name's Tom Brandis.

I...

I'm a special agent with the FBI.

I lost my phone. I was wondering if maybe I could make a call on yours?

- Oh. Okay, sure. - Thank you so much.

Thank you. I'm gonna just take it down there.

Hello?

- Hey, sweetheart. - Dad! Oh, my God.

Where are you? Are you alright?

Yeah. I'm okay. Everything's fine.

I'm okay.

Is Sara with you, too?

I'm here, Dad.

Hey.

You scared us. Where are you?

Believe it or not, I'm at a beautiful lake with lots of birds around.

Mm.

I'm an emotional eater.

Yeah.

Holy shit. Tom. Where are you?

Uh-huh? Okay.

Yeah. I'm on with Tom.

- With Tom? - Tom? Where is he?

Locust Lake, Robbie Prendergrast dropped him off.

- Yeah. Hey, that's good. - Dropped him off?

We'll be right there. Aleah, call Central.

Let them know Robbie's Honda has Sirius Satellite Radio.

They can track his car.

- Hi. - You alright?

I'm okay. Did we hear from Sirius?

Yeah, they matched the Honda's plate.

Aleah's on with 'em now, triangulating the signal.

Alright. Are we gonna get backup?

Pocono PD and Lehigh Barracks. We're not gonna see

- a whole lot of support out here. - They got a ping.

What? Where?

Exit 36A. Old Mill State Road.

Five hundred feet, make a left.

You sure?

Okay. Thank you.

Stop here. This is where it last pinged.

Aleah, did security say how close they could ping a car here?

Within a half mile.

Where's the cabin at?

By the bridge.

Let's go this way.

Okay. Here.

These are talk-around only.

We got no reception out here,

so if we need to contact dispatch, use a mobile unit.

Alright, let's split up.

Lizzie and Grasso, you take that side, we'll go this way.

Robbie!

Get on the ground!

Do it!

Robbie!

Get on the ground, Robbie!

Put the gun down, Robbie!

Robbie! Put the gun down!

It's over!