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Previously on The Better Sister...

Now I lay me down to sleep...

"As I Lay Me Down to Sleep" is not a ghost story, it's a prayer.

"Now I lay me down to sleep...

...I pray the Lord my soul to keep."

- Calm down. - Get the fuck off me!

- Just-- - You touch me again,

I will fucking kill you!

We're still looking for your husband's killer, so you know.

Which means we're starting from square one.

There is a growing list of people wanted him dead.

You're gonna be busy.

You deleted all of the Gentry Group files on Adam's computer.

What were you looking for?

The truth about what happened to Adam.

We may never know.

- Jesus! - We did have a deal.

- I'm fucking out. - You know, Adam was out, too.

Little advice, my love?

Don't run from Bill.

He likes the chase.

You have any interaction with that sister?

- What, Nicky? - Yeah.

Still takes care of the mother who lives in Ohio.

Adam's.

Detective Dildo showed up at my meeting today.

Is that his wife?

She's the one that put him here.

This doesn't make any sense.

"Father reporting finding son face-down in the water,

but son showed no signs of water intake."

What does that mean?

It means that he lied.

Why didn't you say anything?

It's why I came.

Nicky...

Wh-What are you saying?

Jesus Christ.

One monstrosity after another.

Have a good day.

Hi, Adam.

What are you doing here?

Is Chloe here? Chlo?

This isn't-- This isn't okay. You have to go.

Chloe?

You're not allowed to show up here without...

- Chloe? - ...advance notice

and consent from us in writing.

- You know this. - Yeah, well, I sent a carrier pigeon.

- Did it not arrive? - Are you drunk?

Oh, you wish.

You smell like booze, though. Where have you been?

I cannot fucking deal with this right now.

Oh.

Rough day, darling?

- Get up. - I am not leaving

until I talk to Chloe.

- I'm calling the cops. - Good. Call 'em.

I'll tell them everything that you've been doing to my sister.

What's that?

My kid knows, too.

Okay, now I know you're fucking high.

We're gonna ask him.

We'll ask him when he gets home, and then I'm taking them with me.

You're not getting anywhere near them.

And you're not keeping me away from them ever again.

Call the cops, Adam!

Call 'em, let's do it!

Do you think they'll believe you, with your history?

My history? That's history you made up.

Is that the story you're telling yourself now?

- That's the truth. - You're a fucking addict

and you always have been.

And you're a fucking monster!

Get off me!

No!

No. Fuck.

No!

Chair is acting up again.

Only works in reverse.

Well, how'd all that happen?

I was at the Dollar Store,

looking for one of those shell signs,

"Beach This Way," for the bathroom.

- I thought that'd be cute. - Yeah, that'd be cute.

They were having a special.

Ladder, smack in the middle of the aisle.

Ran right into it and toppled over.

- Would you believe it? - Oh, those negligent assholes.

Yeah, I was on the phone with Disability for five hours yesterday.

Who has that kind of time?

Well, they're slow-roll that shit for sure.

First thing when the money comes in, I'm getting ol' Susie Cruisie fixed.

My feet are swelling, sciatica nerve's on fire.

You plug one leak, another one springs up.

Well, I don't know, your paws look okay to me.

Nurse you are not. No offense.

Your mother, now she was a healer.

Tough, but knew her shit.

You'll get a cut, too, when the check comes in, for the errands.

- Stop it. - You stop it.

What did you get me?

You know, you're gonna love it.

Oh, she has risen.

- Use my office. - Okay.

Don't touch my shit.

Hey, there you are. Finally.

I thought you might be ghosting me.

What are you doing?

Me? Uh...

I'm just puttering around, you know?

What are you doing? What's, uh...

Hey, what'd you end up wearing to that gala?

Something fancy? Feathers?

Leather?

Hey, are you okay?

Not really.

Something happened, I...

I-I've been wondering whether I should tell you.

Well, of-- Yeah, of course, Ethan, tell me.

I saw something,

couple days ago, with Mom and Dad.

It... It was, um...

It was-- It was bad.

Bad how?

I was...

I was out on the terrace taking a selfie to send you, and...

...they were arguing, and then he...

shoved Mom.

Like, hard. Really hard.

She hit her head on the wall.

Uh... W-What did you do?

Well, Mom left.

This wasn't the first time that he's hurt her.

Is she okay now?

I don't know, it's hard to tell with her.

Yeah, she shuts down.

Yeah, she gets, like, scary calm, just...

I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

Baby, it's okay, I'm glad you told me.

Hey, and-- Are you okay?

Shit. Um, I have to go, um...

I'll call you later, okay?

Hey--

Okay.

Call me later.

You all right in there?

Yeah.

Girl, I saw Chloe in one of these last week.

Next to the woman with the lips.

She's a do-gooder now.

What a hypocrite.

She looked terrible. Thin, though.

Arms like a gymnast.

No Adam. It's always just her, at these soirees.

As a mother, you wonder, you know, is he happy?

Ah, they left us. They're in their world over there.

We're here.

Did you bring the heavy cream?

I forgot.

It's for Atkin's. It works fast.

Only thing, my mouth tastes like seaweed when I'm in ketosis.

- But I think it's worth it. - I got to go.

I'll bring it by, okay? I'll bring it by.

Hi, Adam.

That's when they called me.

You came to protect me?

He wouldn't let me see you.

You're not keeping me from my sister a minute longer.

Chloe, it was me or him.

He was gonna kill me.

What were you supposed to do?

You had to defend yourself.

- I don't-- - What else were you gonna do?

- It's gonna be all right. - It might not be all right.

I mean, I don't think that cop is gonna stop

- until she locks me up. - No, stop it.

- Chloe... - That is not happening.

- You don't know that. - I won't let it happen.

Do you hear me?

I'm not gonna let it happen.

What about Ethan?

You're here with him.

You're gonna be here with him.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Tomorrow...

tomorrow, you and Ethan...

...just go somewhere, go on a hike.

Just spend time with him.

'Cause I could really use some time to think.

About what the fuck we're gonna do.

- I get it. - Okay.

Do you still have the knife?

- Yeah. - All right.

Let me hold on to that,

and I want the gun, too. I know you have it.

It's in the car.

What the fuck were you gonna do with that?

I wasn't gonna let Ethan go to jail for something I did.

Jesus, Nicky.

You guys okay in there?

Yeah.

Okay.

Gonna be all right.

Debbie Macintosh, Adam's mother, misdemeanor rap sheet a mile long.

Mm. Something sexy about her.

Degenerate opportunist used her only son's social security number

to set up several fraudulent bank accounts.

Smart, too.

According to the rental office,

a blonde woman shows up a couple times

a week with groceries.

Nicky stayed loyal all these years?

It looks like it. Flying out in a couple hours.

Yeah.

All Debbie's phones are disconnected.

- Lieu know? - He will when he needs to.

- Mm... - What?

Just seems like a long way to go.

Back to the beginning. It's the only way.

Who made the man everyone wanted dead?

We don't even know who he was, really.

Well, he's not the murderer.

I got Fran working on getting me Nicky's DNA off her cigarette butt,

retrieved from the AA meeting. We're checking local records in Ohio.

Pulling her phone records.

What've you got?

The FBI was all over Adam. He was working with them.

Then he changed his mind.

But maybe Gentry still sends a clear message

to everyone else at the firm, "You cross us,

we're gonna show up to your home and murder you in your living room."

I hate to admit this... I like it.

Yeah

I, um, I got a direct line now to the feds.

The agent Adam was working with thinks he's playing me.

Halfway crooked, this guy.

Does Lieu know?

He will when he needs to.

So that's what you've been hiding.

Well...

...got a little nervous there for a minute.

What my temper might do to your reputation.

Well, I'm gonna try to make you proud.

- Hey. - Hi.

Okay.

All right.

Thank you. Um...

Bug spray, sanitizer, sunscreen,

- water... - Yeah, okay. Okay, I got it.

Right.

Have a good day, but, um, keep your phone on you.

Sound and vibrate, both. Keep it fucking on.

I got you.

- Ready. - I'm gonna cook

something special for dinner tonight.

Great.

- Yeah. - Okay. Stay nearby.

- When I say so, I need you to be there. - I'll be there.

Okay.

- Bye! - Love you guys!

Hi.

Very favorable numbers being discussed

for the book deal, at our best imprint, with a huge first run.

- Oh, that's great. - Easily seven figures.

Uh-huh.

Even more if you do it together.

Have you had a chance to talk it over with Nicky?

Uh... Yeah, no. Have not had a

opportunity to discuss that particular subject, no.

Then find the time, please. And for Bill, as well.

I already spoke to him.

You have to make this right with Bill.

Otherwise, all of this is for nothing.

Meaning you're on his side, and you don't actually

want me to find out what happened to Adam,

but you're more than willing to sell some story.

Meaning we invite others in

only on our terms.

Family matters stay in the family.

And my husband murdered is not a family matter?

Well, that depends on how you're defining family these days.

And that son of a bitch was no one's family.

Talk it over with Nicole.

A whole new life for her.

Jesus fucking Christ.

- Hi. - Hi.

What-What's going on?

Bill fired me.

- Oh, that son of a bitch. - Yeah.

Fucked from the other side by our mutual friend Agent Olivero.

Wait, wait. How do you know him?

He's been blackmailing me ever since Adam died.

He... ...he said he had dirt on me via my exposure to Gentry Group.

He conscripts me into working with them, me thinking that they're halfway decent,

only to find out, no, they're worse, and I can't even get them what they want.

Okay. Okay. How can I help you?

The FBI wants what...

...what Adam had on Gentry.

- What did Adam have? - Proof.

How they could build the projects so quickly and cheaply.

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

Chloe... You could build a stadium in a couple months

if you've got unlimited labor and no regulations.

A worker dies on the job one day,

ten more are there to replace him the next.

Even if they're lied to about what they're doing,

their passports are taken away when they get there.

Oh, Jesus.

That's-that's human trafficking.

It's indentured servitude. It's manslaughter.

Oh, my God.

- That is fucking horrifying. - Braddock and Braddock

helped those scumbags build out their holding structures.

Most of us didn't know the worst of it.

Those on the inside-- Bill, eventually Adam--

they did.

Look, the FBI's case is close, but Gentry's smart.

They outsourced the worst of their holdings to other stakeholders, like Bill.

And most of them,

just happy to be bought, like Bill.

And Adam is one of the only people that was willing to work with the FBI?

I don't know.

I guess his conscience outweighed his greed.

But Adam had access to material I don't.

Okay, but his-his files on them were empty.

His computer had already been wiped.

No, but he was meticulous. He...

he would've kept a paper trail.

He kept records.

He had records about everything Gentry.

- Okay. - That was his guarantee.

He would print them.

He'd put them in that old briefcase.

No, no, there was no files in there. It was just a gun.

The same gun he was carrying the night he was murdered.

Look, Chloe...

Olivero, he's gonna...

...he's gonna get me disbarred or, I don't know, maybe worse.

He shows up at my house...

I'm freaking out here, Chlo.

I set up cameras at my place, and I put them inside fake rocks.

But if Gentry got wind that Adam and I were working with the FBI?

As much as I hate to help this asshole's case,

as long as they're operating...

...neither one of us is safe.

Okay.

FBI, Queens County Field Office

Department of Civilian Complaints.

- All calls are strictly confidential. - Yes, um...

I'd like to file an anonymous complaint about Special Agent Edward Olivero.

Is this the right place to call?

Yes. I'm listening.

Agent Olivero was physically aggressive and sexually inappropriate with me.

We met to exchange information about a case,

and he behaved erratically and abusively.

We take these accusations seriously. Thank you for reaching out.

Thank you.

Call Michelle Sanders.

- Hello, Chloe. - Michelle.

Jake stopped by my house today.

- Okay. - He seemed...

very nervous--

scared, even-- about what could happen to him.

I want to help him find these documents,

something to get these people off his back.

What people?

Jake was working with the same FBI agent that Adam was.

Informing on Gentry Group.

Shit. Chloe.

Neither you nor Jake are my client,

so whatever you're saying to me, you need to not be saying to me.

I thought you considered him a friend.

I do.

So stay the fuck away from him.

A friend told me about this place.

Apparently, when the water comes in, the path disappears.

So, who was that tall drink of water in court?

I nailed it.

Yeah. We've been texting.

Uh, and she was maybe thinking about coming up on the train today.

- Today, really? - Yeah. Uh, her name's

- Helen. - Helen.

Well, if only you had some wheels to pick her up.

Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm up for it.

That was a lot to take in last night.

No one expects you to pretend it wasn't, okay?

Yeah.

I've had a stomachache all day.

I'm just-- I'm pissed at Mom.

I didn't even really realize it until now.

She picked him over you.

That's bullshit.

Babe, I really think she thought she was doing what was best for you.

For me or for her?

It's just... fucked.

Are you gonna stay here?

Seeing as you made a friend.

Not sure yet.

I know you had a whole life in-in Ohio.

That wasn't a life, you understand?

Wasn't a day went by I didn't want to be here with you.

That still stands.

Okay.

Just...

It's just not always up to you.

Yeah.

Well, hello.

I'm glad you took my recommendation.

I didn't know you fished.

Yeah. I'm a sucker for repetitive action with little reward.

Hi.

I'm Ken.

Ethan. Hi.

- This is my son. - Yeah.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah.

Do you want to stay here and try?

Are you asking for my keys?

Yeah.

Sure.

Have fun.

Nice to meet you, Ken.

- Helen. - Oh.

- Uh-huh. - So, wait.

- How are you gonna get home? - You know what?

Um, I think I'm going home with you.

I like that. Want to fish first?

- I... Oh. - Come on.

You have documents you want to hide.

You think...

the office.

Perhaps you had a secret room installed without your wife's knowledge.

You hid the documents in the safe.

Perhaps you hid the documents in the off-season comforters.

You hid them in your many collared shirts.

Hmm.

Okay.

You leave the files, you take the gun.

You were scared what Olivero would do when you backed out,

and what Gentry could do to you if you stayed in.

And squeeze Gentry for all they're worth.

The bigger the ask, the bigger the fucking price tag.

And I want you to put the money

- in my private account. - Okay, I'm on it.

Fucking Bill.

Rodriguez is done.

He's not your problem anymore.

No, you keep your house clean,

'cause someone from your side confirmed

that Adam was meeting with the fucking feds.

Well, he's not talking anymore, is he?

Ah, she's all worked up, she's not thinking straight.

- I'll take care of it. - You sure?

I said I'll take care of it.

Today is not the day.

Are you, uh, doing poorly, Mr. Braddock?

I'm here to discuss the case files from Gentry Group.

Do you have a brain in there, or is it hair follicles all the way down?

I told you, you don't get anything without a subpoena.

Maybe we can, uh, talk up in your office.

Listen, your two-bit CSI impersonation is not only cheaply-wrought,

but it's rancid, and it's stale,

and it's long past it's expiry date.

You're done.

You ought to go back to whatever deli or market your parents own because--

Actually, restaurant.

If you're ready for a pivot,

a handsome guy like you could make a lot of money in other markets.

Hmm. So, you gonna invite me up?

I'll be back with a subpoena.

- Uh-- - I'll be working from home today.

Yes, sir.

Oh.

Oh, it smells so nice in here.

Oh, yeah?

Like what?

Like you.

- Suntan lotion and the ocean. - Hmm.

Is this your mom?

The one who saved you in Tijuana?

Mm-hmm.

Beautiful.

You okay?

Just feel like that detective's everywhere.

Mm-hmm.

I'd be surprised if she made it all the way out here.

It's just me.

Just... us.

Show me the bedroom.

- I've been wanting to ask. - Mm-hmm.

What...

is.. this?

What do you think it is?

- Mm. - Mm.

Is it bigger than a bread box?

Is a cry for help

bigger than a bread box?

My dad had the same one.

- Ah. - Mm-hmm.

It's a... it's an Army dog tag.

Only his had writing in it.

Name and ID of a buddy of his, died over in Vietnam.

At least that's what I knew as a kid 'cause he never talked about it.

And I felt I needed to sear that feeling permanently into my body.

Now there's a nice space there

for whatever disappointment or regret I'd like to fill in.

Hmm.

Someday.

So... bigger than a bread box?

Yeah.

Listen...

I think I might have to go back home for a while, back to Cleveland.

Hmm. I was wondering about that.

Mm.

You taking Ethan with you?

That's up to him.

Well, I'll be damned.

What?

I'm gonna miss you.

- Oh. - Oh. Oh, it's...

it's my sister, and she's very particular about response time.

Hello?

Mm-hmm.

Yes.

Okay, great.

Yeah, I can go right now.

Okay.

Okay, bye.

Can you drive me somewhere, please?

My kid took my dead ex-husband's car to fuck his girlfriend.

Oh, my God, Chloe.

- Hi. - Come in, come in.

Thank you.

- I've missed you. - I've missed you.

I saw this.

And I just felt very strongly that you needed it.

Okay.

And this is...

part of my mea culpa.

He'll be very glad to see you.

You just... move forward.

And he will, too.

Thank you.

- He's in the office. - Okay.

That's very nice.

I wasn't expecting you.

I wanted to apologize.

For my behavior the other day.

Well, there's all sorts of things clouding your mind.

And this is a part of that apology.

All the files Adam had from the Gentry Group.

Everything that the FBI is looking for.

I don't want anything to do with it.

Or the FBI.

Why are you doing this?

I don't want to live like this.

I'm afraid all the time, wondering if I'm gonna be next.

Whatever Adam knew...

...he died for.

I don't want that near my family.

Well, there's no reason it should be.

I just need to...

get back to doing what I love.

But first I have to put my...

family back together again.

Including your sister?

Yes, making peace there, too.

I mean...

it's the only way.

Hmm.

And when that's done,

then I can put my other family back together again, too.

You...

and Catherine.

Consider my allegiance pledged

- from here on out. - Mm-hmm.

You know, you've always been my favorite.

Don't tell Catherine.

Let's have a drink to commemorate.

You have one without me, I've got to run.

Trying to figure out the particulars

of some financial freedom for my sister.

That's very decent of you.

But I'll be back in the city in a few days.

Let's get dinner.

- Yeah. - I'll third wheel for you and Chuck.

Bye.

She was just at my place.

Where are you?

Detective Matt Bowen?

You ordered take out?

Thank you.

Papa, I got to go.

Always.

Have something big.

I'm sending you the address. Call me.

You're McCabe?

- Jerry. - Interesting.

That for me?

You know, your sister was correct.

There's not much information about this case online.

Yeah, I told her that.

Nor anything connecting it to Detective Guidry specifically.

Well, fuck.

But in certain official agency databases,

the records exist.

Redacted.

But I worked some magic.

Detective Guidry was on the scene that day,

searching for a man by the same name

and the same race.

She beat the shit out of the wrong fucking Black guy?

And they covered it up?

It's not admissible in court, any of it.

And the police higher-ups would shut it down

before it even got there.

They're very good at protecting their own.

- Cocksuckers. - Well,

court of law's not the one that matters.

Thank you so much for getting this from, uh--

I don't want to know where you get things from.

Nothing ever actually disappears.

That's unfortunate for most of us.

Nice doing business with you, Jerry.

Hey, your man came through, so...

Y-- I'm headed to her now.

Where the fuck are you?

I'll tell you later.

- I'm headed home. - What do you mean, "later"?

Chlo, I am freaking out.

I got used to having a Nancy Drew shadow.

I do not like not knowing where the fuck she is.

Debbie Macintosh?

I'm Detective Nan Guidry.

I'm working on your son Adam's case.

Oh, yeah.

I saw you on TV.

Outside the courthouse.

It must've been difficult, watching all that stuff.

Folks just loved it.

They couldn't get enough.

Story like that, though, what do you expect?

It's like a Danielle Steel novel.

The Sisters.

Do you mind if I come inside?

Talk to you for a minute?

You got to push me the rest of the way.

Uh, you in neutral?

He was very uptight,

my son,

about the way things ought to be.

We didn't see eye to eye in that respect.

He didn't appreciate some of my choices.

Even though I told him he wouldn't even have a goddamn social security number

if it wasn't for me.

We hadn't spoken in a long while.

Must've been hard doing it alone.

Father in jail and all.

They let that bastard out about two weeks before the cancer got him.

Huh.

My source said he died in jail.

Yeah, wrong again.

He called Adam.

Didn't hear back from him.

Died in my arms.

You and the ex reunited?

Fuck no.

We, no, we hated each other, but...

You know, I couldn't let him die alone,

smelling like prison, so...

I did what I could, I...

clipped his nails and combed the three hairs he had left on his head.

He just wanted to meet his grandson before he died.

And he never heard back from Adam.

Particular type person can cut family out.

The only time I ever held Ethan

is when he was a baby,

before all that trouble.

What happened at the pool.

With Nicky.

Yeah.

This whole town chewed her up.

It's a tough thing to come back from.

You show me a mother who's perfect all the time.

Nobody wants to hurt their kid.

We make mistakes.

I mean, sure you have your Caseys, your Andreas, they go crazy, lose it

and drown their babies in the tub.

But that's not Nicky.

You still see Nicky?

She brings food by for me, Mondays and Thursdays.

On account of my not being able to get around too easily.

'Cause my license still in limbo.

Yeah.

But not since... since what happened with Adam?

She came back.

Not when she said she would.

She didn't even bring my cream.

Your cream?

Heavy whipping.

For my Jell-O.

You do Atkins?

- Uh... - She left her phone here, too.

When was this?

The day before it happened.

I'm not sure when she got it, 'cause by the time

she did come back, she said they called her on it.

And that's when she told me.

Wait, what did you say to me?

The police in New York

called and told me...

...Adam's been killed.

Killed? Killed? Killed how?

He was stabbed.

Murdered? My boy murdered?

No, no, no, no, no, that' s impossible.

I'm so sorry.

You're a fucking liar.

I don't believe one fucking word.

You get out of my house now.

You get the fuck out of my house!

Coming here with that bullshit!

Get out!

But by that afternoon, it was all over the news.

I kept calling her, leaving messages, but she wasn't picking up.

Not at first, at least.

People find all sorts of ways to disappoint you.

So Nicky was here

the day Adam was murdered.

You expected her to come back, but she didn't.

Even though she'd left her phone here.

And it was here all night.

When she did come back, she told you Adam had been

stabbed.

Would you say this was mid-morning?

What are you doing?

I'm just putting together a statement that you could sign.

Just confirming those details.

I haven't told you shit.

Huh.

Definitely thought the dog'd be gone by now.

Well, Franzen grew on me, so I bought him a friend.

Winter.

Oh.

That's how it works.

Hi, Winter.

Okay.

You're gonna want to push this out far and wide,

in as damaging a light as possible.

You're gonna like it.

It's like a gift.

Yeah.

- I know. - You're gonna

piss off a lot of police with this.

What else is new?

This isn't Ohio, Nicole.

Noted.

Maybe you can use that reporter Sid, from the wake.

He seemed to have no trouble publishing from questionable sources.

Indeed.

Today.

Now.

Please.

And thank you.

This is good for you too, isn't it?

For whatever comeback campaign you got going for Chloe?

Please and thank you.

Have you given any thought to my proposal?

I'm sure Chloe's told you, they're talking big numbers.

You could get rid of the Etsy store.

Because it will be both of you

writing the book together.

I'd be intrigued if I had any fucking idea what you were talking about.

Expedited warrant for Bill Braddock's home office.

And there's your backup.

12th precinct.

And all goes well, they said you could use their station, too.

Side entrance.

They understand we'd all like this kept as quiet as possible.

Thanks. Should all be in there.

How'd you get your hands on it?

Someone from the office reached out after I made my presence known there.

Thought I might be interested in taking a look at his home office, as well.

Since you made it clear how much these files meant to you,

figured we could help each other out in the, uh,

furtherance of our objectives.

Nearby in case you need anything.

I won't.

Hello?

- Charles Braddock? Detective Bowen. - Yeah.

I have a warrant to search your husband's home office.

- Let's go, guys. - Uh...

Um...

What the fuck is this?!

Expedited.

Must've been something persuasive.

Rather talk at the station.

12th precinct has a room we can use.

- How thoughtful. - Detective Bowen?

Nicky?

Guidry, where the hell you been?

Call me a seat cushion Lieu, 'cause I just saved our asses.

Nicky Macintosh left her phone

in Cleveland the night of the murder.

Told Debbie Macintosh-- Adam's mother,

still alive, by the way-- that Adam had been stabbed.

But we never gave Nicky that information.

Made this statement over the phone?

No, I came to see her in person, Lieu.

Oh, Jesus, Nan.

Statement's in an unofficial capacity

as of now, but the DNA in the Ohio database--

Nicky's been arrested before, unsurprisingly--

matches the cigarette butt I nicked from her.

How much you want to bet we find that DNA

on Adam's clothes from the night of the murder?

Waiting on Fran to confirm it, could be any minute.

But I'm on my way over to the house right now,

- so I'll see you there. - No, you're not.

- What? - You ain't seen the internet?

My phone just got juice.

First thing I did was call you. What--

"Detective with a history of aggression."

Oh, no.

Fuck!

- No. - All your shit from years ago, Nan,

it's-it's all over the place.

- Oh, fuck. - You're off the case.

- Officially. - But, Lieu, I got her!

No, you didn't.

Hearsay heard from an unreliable, grieving mother

by an out-of-jurisdiction detective.

Having her on record's not even gonna matter

when we get the DNA match.

I put a stop to the labs, Nan.

What? Please don't, please don't.

Personnel on leave cannot make tech requests.

On leave, Lieu?

Come on, don't put me on leave, Lieu.

Please, I can't be on leave.

And besides...

we've already taken in a person of interest.

Who?

So you are leaving.

Maybe.

I don't know. I don't want to go.

I really don't want to go.

Yeah.

But I might not have a choice.

Sometimes, I...

wondered if I was supposed to be in there.

You know, in jail?

What?

Wondered if that was maybe why I felt

halfway okay inside.

Like I thought maybe I deserved it.

Ethan?

Let that go.

Mm. You don't get it.

When I left Kev that night, I came home.

I wanted to change.

When I walked in, I knew something was wrong.

And then I saw him.

Mom?

My first thought was I had to find Mom. Was she okay? Did he hurt her? But...

Mom?

...when I called, she wasn't there.

Then I thought, "She did it.

She stabbed him to death."

And then I thought, "I have to protect her."

So I went to the office,

I-I threw things around, made it look like someone broke in.

Smashed the window, grabbed some shit.

And when I was walking out, I heard...

I could've called someone.

An-an ambulance, I could've helped him, but...

...I just left.

When I think about it now...

...I'm glad I didn't.

I would do it again, to protect her.

Killers all the same.

I wanted you to come.

And if you're leaving, I'm coming with you.

Hello? We're home.

Perfect timing.

Dinner's ready.

Good day?

Yeah.

You?

- Stayed busy. - Uh-huh.

Um, what's going on with him?

He wants to leave, Chlo.

Go with me back to Ohio.

Wait, you're not, you're not leaving.

Well, I don't know, I think that might be best, actually.

Uh, w-where is this, you know, coming from?

Catherine told me about the book deal.

I didn't tell you about that yet

because we were dealing with all this other shit.

I don't give a fuck about a tell-all payday,

I care about where your loyalty lies.

Who you're with, who you back.

'Cause if it's not me, you, us, this, Ethan--

100%--

then we are fucking gone.

You and Ethan are all there is to me.

Our life here together is all there is to me, okay?

You have no idea how much I have missed you.

Reports coming in that powerhouse lawyer

and man-about-town Bill Braddock was seen leaving

his West Village town house in handcuffs.

Braddock flanked by a detective from East Hampton,

where one of the lawyers at Braddock's firm, Adam Macintosh,

was brutally murdered this summer.

Macintosh's own son was recently acquitted for the murder of his father,

leaving the case unsolved, seemingly, until now.

More on this evolving story after the break.

- You guys okay? - You ready to eat?

We should sit. Yeah.

Again, this was just moments ago.

Bill Braddock taken into custody by East Hampton police.

You called the press.

Bold, but really stupid.

Mr. Braddock is a person of interest in the Adam Macintosh case.

But he's involved in multiple ongoing investigations.

Any comments, Mr. Braddock?

According to reports, police raided Braddock's home office...

Good for you getting it all wrong.

Idiot.

Bill Braddock, powerhouse attorney, taken into custody

for the murder of Adam Macintosh.

Boy, oh, boy.

- This case has captivated residents... - Boy, oh, boy.

You motherfucker.

Jake?

You can see Ursa Major, right?

Yeah. You can see it.

That's what we did today.

We smoked on the beach.

Built a fire.

Looked at the Big Dipper.

That's the story.

I don't have any story without you.

Not one that's worth telling, anyway.

How should we start? Hmm?

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.

And if I die before I wake...

...I pray the Lord my soul to take.