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[upbeat music
playing on earphones]

[music stops]

[exhales]

[sniffles]

[man shouting in distance]
What are you talking about?
That's not how I meant it!

Oh, give me a break.

[sighs]

[muffled shouting continues]

Hmm.

Please...

[gunshots]

[dialing phone]

Hi. Yeah.
I just heard gunfire
in my building.

Uh, 227 Pearl Street.

I think it's coming
from the fourth floor.

[woman screaming]

[gunshot]

[woman sobbing]

Hey. Whoa! Whoa.
Put the gun down.

It's okay. I live downstairs.
Put it down.

Did he break in?

He's my father.

He's dead.

What happened?

What? Did you have a fight?

Did he hit you?

I didn't do it.

[theme music playing]

-Come on. One more time.
-No.

-One more time!
-No.

-Please, one more time!
-No.

-Black.
-Blue.

Blue?

White.

It's word association.

You can say anything you want.

You say black,
I'm supposed to say white.

There are no wrong answers.

Come on. Give me another one.

You know, most people
just like to cuddle.

I like to cuddle.

My gut said white.
Should've gone
with the gut.

You're gonna
drive yourself crazy.

You know that, Woody?

Not everything has to be
so complicated.

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me.

This is Hoyt.

Oh, hey, Jordan.
How you doing?

[Jordan] Hey.

I, uh, heard the yelling,
then the shots.

Ran up here. She was
standing over him.

-You know them?
-I've seen them around.

All right.

Eddie Dawson.
Small-time fence.

Rap sheet.
Couple of arrests,

mostly nickel-and-dime stuff,

but he does have
a long list of inquiries
from Social Services.

Complaints filed by her school.

He left the kid alone a lot.

That's the kid over there.
She's a little freaked out.

She was holding the gun?

Yeah. But she didn't do it.

No GSR on her hands.

Nine millimeter?

Mmm. One set of prints.
Hers. She probably
picked it up after.

You see anybody
coming or going?

No. No signs
of forced entry either.

Detective. Take a look.

I'm guessing
our small-time fence
was branching out

into gun dealing.

Somebody was buying,
somebody was selling,

but something
definitely went wrong.

Her name's Kayla.

[indistinct radio chatter]

And, uh,
this is Carolyn Macelli
with Social Services.

Hi, Kayla.
I'm Detective Woody Hoyt,

and I'm gonna need your help.

It's okay. You can tell him
what you saw.

I was in here.

My daddy came home
and told me to stay.

He let somebody in.

Do you know who that was?

I heard yelling,
but the TV was on.

I heard shots.

I was scared,
so I stayed in here.

For how long?

I don't know.

Then I came out
and saw my dad.

[Jordan] So where's her mother?

She's dead.

We looked into it
when we investigated

the complaints
against the father.

There are no other relatives,

so for now, foster care's
the only option.

And that's if I can
even place her.

So hang in there.

[engine starts]

Get down!

[car alarm blaring]

[tires screeching]

[Jordan] Well, obviously,

she saw something,
or whoever killed her father

wouldn't be trying
to gun her down in the street.

Social worker's in ICU.

Looks like she's gonna
pull through.

I put an APB out on the car.

We're gonna get him.

She's pretty shaken up.
Maybe I should try
to talk to her. See if I can...

I got it covered.

Yeah, but she's
seen me around.
Maybe she'll trust me.

Come on, Jordan. It's me.
What's up?

Look, she's on her own.

Her mom's dead, too.

Okay. I understand now.

You're her and she's you.
I get it.

Please. Look,
I just want to make sure
this guy doesn't try again.

-We will.
-Hey. Where is she?

Lu's gonna talk to her.
She's had a lot of
experience with kids.

Oh.

Nigel, I need your help
with some IDs.

We've got two bodies
in Trace. Car accident.

Male driver, female passenger
killed by a drunk driver
in Southie.

[Nigel] What happened
to the driver?

They've got him in custody.
Not a scratch.

He hit 'em head on.

He's the John Doe.
Car's registered to a company,

some kind of mortgage broker.

I'm running his prints
right now.

[Nigel] Linda Jones, 34.
Well, she lived down there.

1176 South 119th.

Two blocks from the accident.

That's some really expensive
leather he's wearing.

The car was a Jaguar 2006 XT.

That's rather a ritzy ride
for such a low-income
neighborhood.

Think he might've been
down there to buy drugs?

Maybe. But the tox screens
came back clean.

[Lily] The girl's mother's
on her way.

-Did they get the driver?
-[Nigel] Yeah.

[Lily] Oh, my God.

-What?
-It's Robert Peyton.

Peyton Industries.
Steel, coal, banking.

The Mayflower comes to mind.

-And not the madam.
-Which one's he?

The son. Always in trouble
with the police.

Notorious womanizer.

Had drug and alcohol problems.

Yeah. Heir to the throne.

Colossal underachiever.
Black sheep of the family.

That still doesn't answer
the question.
What was he doing down there?

I already told them
I don't know anything.

It's pretty clear you do.

[Simmons] Look, Kayla,

I know you're scared.
It's natural.

Anyone would be.

I don't think she's scared.

Uh, Jordan.

No. She looks like she can
take care of herself.

You've probably been
doing it for a long time.

Probably pretty good
at it too, right?

Well, I guess you think
that you don't really
need our help.

And that's fine.
But what about your dad?

He deserves a little justice,
don't you think?

These people
that did this to him.

You know what
they think of him?

That he's a piece of dirt.

And if you don't help us,
they're just gonna walk
away

and not even think about it.

That part's up to you.

It was a man.

Did you ever see him before?

Well, what did he look like?

White? Black?

White with blond hair.

Just one man?

We're gonna need you
to look at some pictures.

See if you recognize anyone.

Then I'm done, right?

They're gonna
have to put you
in protective custody.

Am I in trouble?

[Simmons] No. No, we just
need to make sure
you're safe. That's all.

Nigel.

[exhales]

[sobbing]

[Mrs. Jones sobbing] Oh, God!
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, God! Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry, Ms. Jones.

His toxicology report
was clean,
I can tell you that.

[sighs]

-I told you.
-Mmm-hmm.

-I knew that
he hadn't gone back.
-Mmm-hmm.

Claire, that's hardly
the point now.

We have a situation here,
Doctor.

The details of the accident.

He was killed
in a bad neighborhood.

With a woman we do not know.

What was my daughter
doing with that, um...

Mr. Robert Peyton?

I don't know.

I didn't even know
she knew him.

She told me everything.
I knew all of her friends.

Even the ones she worked with.

My daughter and I were
very, very close.

The media will have
a field day.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Well, I don't want
the circumstances of his death
to be my son's legacy.

I have a court order
signed by Justice Burns

sealing Robert's
autopsy report.

If you're looking for
assurance that my staff
and I will comply...

Oh, I... I'm sure
you will, Doctor.

But there is a matter
I would like your help with.

I would like you to approach
this girl's family

and ask them to sign
a confidentiality agreement.

I'm, uh, willing
to offer incentive.

Why ask me? Why not go
to them yourself?

It's your dominion, Doctor.

I don't want to make
matters any more awkward
than they already are.

He had enough
trouble in his life
when he was alive.

I'm just trying to
protect him now, if I can,

and trying to maintain
some kind of privacy
for my family.

For his wife.
For his unborn child.

I don't know if you have
any children, Doctor,

but if you do, I doubt
that you would want them

to be defined
by their mistakes.

[Macy] This is very unorthodox,
I realize,

but if you're in agreement,
Mr. Peyton would like to pay

for your daughter's
funeral expenses.

I don't understand.

He wants to pay me
not to talk to the press?

Well, they feel they get
a lot of negative media
coverage, so...

Uh, Dr. Macy, can I
talk to you in private?

Excuse us.

-What?
-What are you doing?

I'm trying to manage
this thing, Lil.

You know what the press is
gonna do with this story.

This woman's daughter
was just killed

with a man
she doesn't even know.

She'd like some answers.

They don't have any.
They don't know what
they were doing together.

And I think they deserve
some privacy.

They offered her money, Garret.

And they didn't even
have the decency
to do it themselves.

Even if she found out
how they knew each other,

it's not gonna bring her
daughter back, Lily.

That is not the point.

Dr. Macy.

What kind of place
are you running here?

I'm sorry?

Thinking my family's grief
could be fixed

with a bribe?

If the Peytons are willing
to pay me for my silence,

they must have
something to hide.

You tell them for me

where they can
stick their money.

Microscopic blood on the gun.

Not Dawson's, not Kayla's.

Skin cells under his nails.

I'm trying to get a match.

[Bug] Got a recent amylase
on his genitals.

Our guy had sexual contact
not too long
before he was killed.

You better cross-check...

Not the girl's.
Already checked.

But definitely female.

Though nothing at the scene
indicates she was there.

A girlfriend?
Maybe the kid knows.

[computer beeping]

Bingo. Blood on the gun
matches skin under the nails.

That's our killer.

-Damn it.
-What?

The kid identified the shooter
as a white guy.

Genetic markers read
African-American male.

She lied.

Why did you lie to us?

The guy who shot your dad,
he wasn't white.
He was black.

Hey!

I'm talking to you.
Why did you lie to us?

Because I wanted to, all right?

-Jordan, maybe you should...
-We're trying to protect
you here.

And you are doing a great job.

[Simmons] Kayla.

Look, we're not the enemy.
You can trust us.

Why should I?

What did the cops
ever do for us
except hassle us?

Arrested my dad.

Put me in foster care
for six months.

And you expect me to trust you?

It wasn't the cops
who brought a murderer
into your house.

-It was your father.
-Shut up about my dad.

You don't know anything
about him.

I know your father
neglected you.

I know he was running guns!
That much I do know.

-Jordan.
-No. We're trying
to help you!

Jordan!

Kayla, give us a minute.

What the hell are you doing?

Someone is trying to kill her.

She needs to understand
how serious this situation...

She's been traumatized.

Her father was just murdered
right in front of her.

And I don't want her
ending up like her dad.

Look, Jordan,
it's pretty hard
to look at that kid

and not be reminded of someone.

She isn't you.

Lu, with all due respect,
okay, I'm not
one of your patients.

And regardless of who
this girl reminds me of,

she doesn't seem to get
what's going on here.

I'm just trying to help her.

For the record,

this is Boston P.D.'s job,
not yours.

[door slams shut]

Hey, what are you doing here?

Hey. Oh, just getting
into trouble.

So, I've got a visitor
waiting at my desk.

You're not gonna
ask me who it is?

Fine. Who is it?

Eddie Dawson's girlfriend.

I just can't believe
somebody would
want to kill him.

[Woody] We're hoping
that you would know
who that somebody was.

I don't.

I mean, Eddie wasn't exactly
citizen of the year
or anything.

He hung out with
some pretty scary guys.

So you know about the guns.

We didn't talk details.

Listen, he wasn't
a drug dealer

or a murderer or anything.

He was basically
a pretty good guy.

He didn't deserve this.

Hey, how's his kid doing?
She must be pretty shaken up.

You know her?

Yeah, we met a couple of times,

but he couldn't stop
talking about her.

They were pretty tight.

-Really?
-Yeah.

He was trying to
stash away some money,

thinking maybe
she wanted to go
to college or something.

I don't know.

When was
the last time
you saw him?

I don't know. Yesterday?

Which is it?
"I don't know"
or "yesterday?"

Yesterday.

He stopped by
for an hour or so.
We...

And... And then he left.

Can you think of anyone
he was involved with

who might've
wanted to kill him?

Any names?

No.

But he told me
a couple of weeks ago

some thugs
stopped by his store,
threatened him.

He was real freaked.

He took off the next day.

He was gone for a week.

When did he get back?

Um, I think it was Friday.

Any idea where he went?

Like I said, he wasn't
a big sharer.

Hey, Lil. Lily, look
what's on the news.

[Mr. Peyton] As you all know,

my son struggled
throughout his life
with addiction.

I thought they wanted
their privacy.

He was a weak
and helpless man
in some ways.

But in the end,
it was these people,

the woman
they found him with
was a drug addict,

a street person who took
advantage of his good nature.

Perhaps she lured him
into this bad neighborhood
with a tale of misfortune.

Unfortunately, we will never
know the truth about that.

What is he doing?

[Woody] Looks like
some kind of rash.

That's exactly what it is.
An allergic reaction.

I scraped skin cells
from Dawson's arm

and tested them
against common allergens

found in food and vegetation.

Find anything?

Magnoliophyta Plantae.

Excuse me?

Better known
as the Iris giganticaerulea.

By who?

The Botanical Society
of America.

He came into contact with them
within the last two weeks.

-The botanists?
-The plants.

They're indigenous to hot,
humid climates.

There's only one state
with any substantial
growth of them,

assuming that he stayed
in the country.

-Which state?
-Louisiana.

The guns we found
at Dawson's place

were made by a Baton Rouge
manufacturer.

Makes sense. Dawson
went down there,
did the buy.

No. Serial numbers
were from a shipment

that went missing
six months ago.

Well, maybe
he's a regular customer.

Louisiana isn't known
for its stiff gun laws.

Okay. Six months ago,
Dawson makes a huge buy.

Sells off everything
but the one case
that we find.

Two weeks ago,
a couple of thugs
pay him a visit,

threaten him.

Pretty soon, he's down in
Baton Rouge.

Comes back.
A week later,
he's killed.

Maybe he was selling
in somebody else's territory.

Or he went down to rip 'em off.

Either way, something
went real wrong.

We track his trip,
we get some answers.

Way to be, Bug.

That's right.

[knocking at door]

Hi. I come in peace.

How'd you know we were here?

Woody.

Ice cream?

Do you mind
if I talk to her for a minute?

I promise,
no fireworks this time.

Look, I'm sorry
for what I said
about your dad.

Sometimes I tend to see things
as a little black and white.

And I had no right to judge
your father like that.

I found out that he's been
putting some money
away for you.

College, I guess.

So, I'm sorry
if I was out of line.

And I was.

[Simmons] Hey,
it's decent Chinese
if you want to stay, Jordan.

If you're hungry.

Linda Jones and Robert Peyton
never crossed paths.

They never went
to school together,
never worked together.

Lived in different
parts of town,
no friends in common.

Well, keep looking.

[whispers] Mrs. Jones.

Did you see it?

I am so sorry.

He said my daughter
was a drug addict.

She's never touched drugs
in her life.

He made it sound like
she picked up their son

off the streets
like a prostitute.

Why did he do that?

I don't know.

I think maybe they were
afraid that you were
gonna speak first.

And say what?

What are they so afraid of?

Mrs. Jones.

How do you think
Linda knew Robert?

I don't know.

I thought I knew everything
about my little girl.

Maybe I didn't.

The one thing I do know

is that my little girl
did not deserve this.

[Simmons] You know, you don't
have to stick around here

if you don't want.
I've got it covered.

No, no problem.

I got nowhere else
to be, so...

Saturday night. I just figured
it might be your date night.

Yeah, well, like they say,
it takes two to tango.

What about you
and that reporter?
Pollack?

Going, going, gone.

-Sorry.
-Oh, it's my fault.

I, uh...

Got involved
with an old friend.

It's kind of complicated.
I let things go too far.

Typical me.

Takes two.

Yeah. But I couldn't lie
like a normal person.

What's that?

-Kayla!
-[Simmons] Jeff!

[gunfire]

[Simmons] He hit us
from across the street.

It was an M84
with a projected
laser scope.

How the hell did he know
where we were?

This guy's not some
neighborhood goon.
He's a professional.

He wants this kid dead now.

-Hey. You okay?
-What?

I'm a cop, Woody.

I know. I'm just saying...

I was worried.

You're there.
The kid's there.
Jordan's there.

I'm fine. We're all fine.

Whatcha got?

Cross-checked
Dawson's aliases

with the Baton Rouge
hotel registries,
and got a hit.

Ten days ago
he checked into
the Medici Baton Rouge

under Ted Lawson.

The Medici.
That's a pretty upscale
hotel for Dawson.

And the manager sent me
digitized video

of the hotel surveillance.
Look at this.

That's Dawson checking in.

That may be our shooter.

Yeah, now, check this out.

[Woody] Well, well, well.

What would Eddie Dawson
be doing in Baton Rogue
with a federal agent?

-[clears throat]
-[knocking]

Mrs. Peyton.

Um, I'd like to see
my husband, if I could.

Yes. Of... Of course.
But you were just here--

With my father-in-law.

I'd like to see him alone.

Sure. I understand.

Mrs. Peyton.

Do you have any interest
in meeting with the family

of the girl
your husband was with?

I don't see the point.

I was just thinking
if there was a need
for closure...

Look. When I married Robert,

I married the family, too.

The Peytons are very powerful.
They're very private people.

There's a lot
of unspoken rules.

A lot of questions
that you just...

You don't ask.

Especially of the men
in the family.

I know. It sounds
a little old-fashioned.

But I've made my peace
with that.

I appreciate that marriages
are... Are complicated,

but aren't you at all curious

about what they were
doing together?

Of course I am, but I can't...

I can't ask that question.

Robert is your next of kin.

These decisions are yours,
not your father-in-law's.

[exhales]

The girl's mother
would very much
like to know what happened.

I can't ask.

But you can.

Mrs. Peyton, I know
that none of this
is my place, but...

That's something
that you should do.

You're right.

It isn't your place.

They're not gonna let him
get anywhere near you again.
I swear.

Yeah? Then what?

You're a tough kid, Kayla.
You can handle it.

How do you know?

Because I've been there.

I lost my mom when I was 10.

Somebody killed her.

Who?

Don't know. Never found him.

But not a day goes by
I don't think about it.

Look, you've gotta
decide right now.

Whatever they throw at you,

you're not gonna let them
beat you.

You can get through it.

And I'm gonna help you.
I promise.

[Macy] Lily!

What the hell
do you think
you're doing?

Uh, meaning what?

I just got a call
from Joseph Peyton.

Did you try to get
Claire Peyton

to approach
Linda Jones' mother?

It's a funny story.

Wrong. It's not funny at all.

Look.

As far as I can tell,

the only one
who is not interested

in finding out what they were
doing together is Mr. Peyton.

If he would let Claire

release Robert's
autopsy reports,
it may answer...

Mrs. Jones will get her
daughter's autopsy report,
and that's it.

Their loved ones died together.

It's my job
to help them grieve.

And Mrs. Jones
needs answers to do that.

Okay, it's my job to keep
this place afloat.

They've got a court order.

We violate it, we're
looking at a lawsuit,
investigations,

and the unemployment line
for both of us.

Have I made myself clear?

Yeah.

[ringing]

You found something?

Robert Peyton's chromosomes.

Oh, they missing?

-No, look at them.
-Yeah?

-Upper arm of chromosome 11.
-Where's that?

Out of 100 amino acids,
there's one
that substitutes it.

What does that mean?

It means Robert Peyton
was a carrier
of sickle cell anemia.

Doesn't that primarily
affect African-Americans?

Which led me
to an evaluation
of his DNA,

which led me to the discovery

that in Robert Peyton's
family tree,

there are African-American
ancestors.

Bug pulled a profile
on the fed.

An Agent Winter.
For all we know, he's dirty.

That's a shot in the dark.

Could've been in business
with Dawson. You never know.

I'm not saying it
didn't happen.

Let's just concentrate
on what we know.

Hey, what's going on?

Dawson was in Louisiana
last week.

-What's in Louisiana?
-We're gonna find out.

Kayla.

Does this guy look familiar?

No.

Who is it?

He's a fed.

Kayla, you sure?

I'm sure.

So he's been tracking Dawson?

He's been with him.

Do you guys have
one of those guys

that draws pictures
of suspects?

I could help him draw
a picture of the guy I saw.

After that, if it's okay,
I'd like to see my dad.

-This better be good.
I was on my way home.
-It is.

What the hell
is that supposed to be?

Peyton family tree.

Nigel's traced their family
lineage back
almost 500 years.

That's good use of morgue time.

It turns out they were
only in Boston
for the last 200.

Before that,
they were southerners.

Slave owners.

-So?
-So, according to
family records,

a child was born
to plantation owner
Reginald Peyton

in the spring of 1843.

But there's no record
of his wife ever giving birth.

But there's rumor
of an adopted baby
raised by the family.

And how do you know that?

[Nigel] Historical documents.

Local correspondence.
It's all online these days.

It's fabulous gossip,
family feuds...

Is there a point to all this?

I ran Linda Jones' DNA
against Robert Peyton's.

And...

They're related.

What?

Claire told me that
she and Robert did
genetic testing for the baby.

He must've figured it out
when his tests showed

that he was a carrier
for sickle cell.

Wouldn't Claire know?

Not necessarily. Maybe
she didn't see the results.

He must've traced
his ancestry back

and contacted Linda
without letting Claire know.

So, will you tell the Peytons?

No.

I need to be able
to tell Mrs. Jones
the truth.

What do you want
me to do, Lily?

Convince the Peytons to release
Robert's autopsy results.

I... I can't tell Mrs. Jones
without their permission.

You have to admit that
she's got a right to know.

I have to?

Well, you don't have to,
but it would help.

You don't have to...

Can I see him alone?

I'll wait outside.

[Woody] Dawson turned up
dead last night.

I heard.

You had him down south.
What was that all about?

Well, I've been working
the interstate angle
for almost two years now.

Dawson was just a minor player.

He was in way over his head.

So his murder's
not that big a deal.

-Let's just say I've got
bigger fish to fry.
-Like what?

Ah. Okay, so this is
how it's gonna go.

Every agency out for itself.

That worked out
real well for you on 9/11.

Look, I'm sure you know
he's got a daughter.

Thirteen years old.
She saw the whole thing.

Whoever we're dealing with,

they've already tried to
hit her twice.

We could really use your help.

I get it. Good cop, bad cop.
[scoffs]

[Woody] Here's the thing.
We've got a murder to solve.

You want us
to start asking
questions,

setting off alarms,
that's fine with us.

These guys, the ones
you're looking at,

they get the heads up,

all your hard work
goes down the drain.

Not to mention
how your boss
is gonna react.

Be our pleasure.

I've been looking at his boss.

Johnny Major.

The mob guy in Jersey.

I've been trying to get
Dawson to turn state's.

Maybe Major heard
about the heat,

got nervous, and offed him.

Who's his local guy in Boston?

Three, four you could look at.

-Hey.
-Oh, hi.

What are you
doing here so late?

[sighs] The Peyton thing. You?

Kayla wanted to see her dad.

How's she doing?

Well, you tell me. Come on.

She might've gone
to look for you.

[alarm blaring]

God, what if he's got her?

You don't know that yet.

[computer beeping]

[Bug] Two of the suspects
the feds gave you
are African-American.

Well, Kayla gave us
a pretty good sketch.
See if you can get a match.

[Woody] Okay. Thanks.

APB's still out.
No sign of the Caddy
since this morning.

[Simmons sighs]

[Simmons] At least
he doesn't have her.

Yet.

[computer beeping]

[Bug] Bingo.

[Woody] Don Travis.

Pretty long rap sheet.

We've got an address.

Let's go. I'll call you.

Okay.

Not that it's
any of your business,

but I'm aware
of our family lineage.

I'm sorry. Um...

These people are our relatives?

Yes, they are.

You're treading on
very dangerous ground.

These people have no right
to our family legacy.

It's not 1954, Mr. Peyton.

What are you trying to protect?

We have history
and a lineage
that we're proud of.

And I will allow
no one to exploit it.

No one's exploiting you.

Your son wanted to have
a relationship with his family.

My son had some
very strange ideas.

What's strange is
the lengths that
you've gone to.

Court orders, bribery.

You implied
that Linda Jones
was a prostitute!

Your great-great-grandfather
brought his mixed race son

into his home and raised him,

but you're too ashamed
of your heritage to even
acknowledge it?

A heritage that your son
embraced, by the way.

That his child will share.

You will abide
by the court order

or suffer the legal
consequences.

Let's go.

We'll kick it in.
Flush him out.

Upper and lower units secure.

I got two uniforms
in the front,
four in the alley.

What if he goes up?

-Nobody goes up.
-Some people go up.

-It's a dead end.
-Nobody said
this guy was a genius.

I got it covered.

What the hell is eating you?

Nothing. Let's go.

All right. On three.

One, two...

Police! Police!

We've gotta find her
before he does.

If you were her,
where would you go?

Kayla.

Kayla?

Kayla?

Kayla?

Kayla, come on.
I know you're in here.

Okay, just answer me.

Kayla?

Where is she?

I don't know.

Why would I come up here
looking for her
if I knew where she was?

Guess you thought
she'd come back.

We'll wait.

Kayla, get out!

-[gunshot]
-[Travis grunting]

I'm gonna kill him.

Come on, Kayla.
Give me the gun.

He killed my dad.

And he's gonna pay for it,
okay? He's going to prison.

Yeah? For how long?

He'll serve a couple years
and then get out.

I won't let that happen,
okay? He's not gonna walk.

Nobody cares about
a guy like my dad.

I care about you.

Kayla, you and me, we know
the truth about your dad.

Okay, he may have loused up
a lot of things in his life,

but one thing
he didn't was you.

He didn't want this for you.
He wanted you
to have a future.

This is one of those times
where you've gotta decide

whatever they throw at you,
you can handle it.

Okay, give me the gun.

[sirens wailing in distance]

-[sobbing]
-It's okay.

That's not good enough,
Dr. Macy.

Legally, we can't tell you
what we know

about your daughter's
connection to Robert Peyton.

I have the right
to know the truth.

There was nothing sordid or
ugly about their relationship.

I'm sure that Linda was
gonna tell you about it.

What does that mean?

Mrs. Peyton.

This... This is Mrs. Jones.

This is Robert Peyton's wife.

It's very nice to meet you,
Mrs. Jones.

Did you know what
my daughter and your husband
were doing together?

I do.

Thank you.

[knocking at door]

-Hey.
-Hey.

Um...

I guess
I'll get this over with

and just apologize.

What makes you think
that you have to apologize?

I'm the guy. You're the girl.

It's a given.

This thing with Jordan.
Are you over it?

She told you about that?

I figured it out.

We have a history.

But do you really
want to be someone

who gets over
things like that
so easily?

I want to be with somebody
who wants to be with me.

I'm here now.

I'm with you.

[man on TV]
Triceratops are plant eaters.

They roamed the plains
in herds,

grazing on ferns
and small
leaf-like palmettos...

So, are you gonna
call Social Services?

Uh...

It's late. Why don't you
just crash here tonight?

[TV turns off]

Okay. Blankets.

Pillow.

The sofa's okay.
You just have to
watch out for the lump.

I should have
an extra toothbrush

-in the bathroom somewhere.
-I'm fine.

-Well, there's food
in the fridge...
-I'm fine.

They'll think I ran away.

The people at Social Services.

[stammering]

Get some sleep.
We'll worry about it
tomorrow.

[theme music playing]