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Do you have Earl in custody?

He was goin' on about how

someone was gonna
get paid to clip some girl.

Is there anything you can
tell me about your family that...

that would make
someone want to hurt you?

I just wanna know who you sold this to.

His name is Bloch... Henry Bloch.

It was The Ferryman.

I think your dad left this.

This scares me.

I mean, what am I not seeing?

Lawmakers are revisiting

the death of Dr. Robert Parks.

The biochemist died two years ago

under mysterious circumstances.

I don't know why, and I don't care.

We do the job. We don't ask questions.

Whoever sent you here lied to you.

Eddie? You scared me
to death with that text.

We're screwed. We're screwed.

Me, you, and Angelo, it's over.

What are you talkin' about?

They made us. We're going down.

You better call Angelo, Marty, too.

- McGee.
- We got a situation.

Why aren't you at the Cucina?

I'm in the middle of
a crime scene, Eddie.

What's up guys?

Marty, it's I.A.

How bad?

Just get here.

Ah, man...

Reynolds, I'm gonna need
you to take point on this.

Sonofabitch.

So, there's everything and I mean...

everything in that file.

- Give him the basics, Eddie.
- Some idiot...

Internal Affairs are onto us,

never mind 30 years
of busting our balls.

I was talking to Eddie.

So, this guy that's after us,

his name is Detective Marco Garcia.

How bad is it?

He has to go.

There's a fat file on this guy's desk.

Monday morning, he's takin'
it to the US Attorney's office.

Our whole enterprise
is about to go on record.

It's gotta be 48 hours,
and it has to look like

an accident or it's comin' back to us.

They know it's a big ask.

'Big ask'. How many times

have we stuck our necks out for you?

Made evidence
disappear, tipped you off...

- McGee.
- What?

Dutch is your cousin Eddie not mine,

and a thug in a suit is still a thug.

I'm sorry. He is very, very upset.

Believe me, he did not mean that.

He meant every word.

Look, we have to get this

straightened out and it
has to point away from us.

What? You don't wanna kill an I.A.?

It offends your principles?

What the hell is wrong with you?

I'll get it done.

Let's go.

Thank you.

It's called an Emergency
Protective Order.

It just means we can assign
a unit to your house 24/7.

- Until when?
- Until there's no more threat.

But you told me there is no threat.

I'm just taking every
precaution there is.

Okay, well...

Where's Jeff?

Investor conference.

He didn't want to leave me alone.

I had to basically
push him out the door.

Right.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

If someone found something...

something they were worried about,

but they crossed a line to find it,

what would you suggest they do?

You're asking for my
professional advice?

Yes.

Boundaries are important.

There are ways to get
answers from people

without confronting them.

Right.

Are you doing okay?

Yeah, just a little jumpy.

I need security stats on Garcia's house.

Like, all the specs:
cameras, front, back, and...

collect as much garbage
from him as possible.

His garbage?

Yeah. As much as you can carry.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Thank you.

Angelo...

...McGee's a jerk, but he's not wrong.

We owe Eddie, both of us.

Okay.

Now, I never mentioned it,

but a while back, the
NYPD were looking at you.

I mean, seriously.

Looking at me?

Eddie made it go away.

How?

We took care of it.

C'mon, it was two, three years ago.

Don't worry about it.

You were on a job and I
needed you focused, like I do now.

Oh, hey, where'd you go after the party?

Lemme guess.

Nicky?

How's it look?

Detective Garcia's house is a fortress.

Got 180 FOV cameras,

PTZ alarm with IR sensors,

hardwire contacts on every
single door and window.

Okay, so, what's the workaround?

Theoretically, if I can
get into the house,

I can disable the cams.

Theoretically?

I've got it, okay?

Remember what I told you the last time?

Yeah. How could I forget?

I'll figure out a way in.

Okay. I'll be right there.

You okay?!

Okay. I'm fine. I'm okay.

So, what am I looking at?

That is Garcia's son,

Samurai Lord.

Despite his behavior, he is in fact 21.

So, how does this help me?

Well, he also sells pills on the side

under the name 'Bugman'.
Garcia doesn't know about it.

He's a straight shooter, workaholic.

I still think shooting him
might be the easiest way.

Yeah, that's the story of my life.

The most difficult request:
"Make it look like an accident."

You know how we do that?

Tamper with their brakes?

Habits, behavior,

what type of activities
they do that can harm them.

We are what we throw away.

He's a diabetic.

We're gonna spike his insulin.

Wow. Okay.

Do you have a problem with that?

Two minutes ago, you
were ready to shoot him.

No, I don't have a problem with it.

It's just he's a cop, you know?

He's I.A. Isn't this a little bit...

What do you think this is?

It's him or us.

Just get into the house
and cut off those cams.

I need to take care of something.

- Bro!
- Oh, no. I'm...

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Aah!

- You okay, man?
- Oh...

- What happened?
- Thanks, man.

I don't know. I must've
just... you know.

I'm sorry. Wait. You're the...

You're the Samurai Lord, right?!

Yeah, that's me.

I am him.

You, uh, watch my videos?

Dude, the 180?

Every single time, I'm like,

"He's so gonna lose his fingers!"

- Yeah, that's a big one.
- Yeah.

You know, I actually think

I've seen some of your
other posts, too. Bugman?

You, uh...

Bugman? Who's that?

My mistake. Sorry.

No, I just got a big party coming up.

I got every color of
the rainbow, you know?

Except E.

Yeah, I'm... still in business.

Yeah?

Mr. Flannery.

I want you to know...
that what I did to your...

Sit.

You told Detective Woods
about The Ferryman.

Yeah. I told him everything I know.

No, you didn't.

I swear.

What else did he say?

Nothing. Just...

the job was gonna get
done, something like that.

- What job?
- I don't know.

I didn't catch it all.

That's all I caught.

Just "The Ferryman's gonna handle it,"

something like that.

He say anything about my family?

No. No, nothing like that.

Did he say anything about a girl.

Yeah.

What did he say?

Just that she was the target.

Did he say anything about
a man named Henry Bloch?

No.

How did you end up in this bar,

on this day, overhearing all of this?

I know how it sounds.

Do you know about The
Ferryman in Greek mythology.

He carries souls across the river.

He takes a man from life...

...to death.

Someone wanted you there.

They wanted you to overhear this.

You're a messenger. And Earl...

someone is using you.

Mr. Flannery, I really am sorry.

Leave town.

Tonight.

And if I ever see you
close to my family again...

...you're a dead man.

I want a gun.

Hi. Pro tip: Not the best thing to shout

when you walk into a police station.

- And how did you even get here?
- Your guys tried to stop me.

But I threatened to jump
out the window and walk here,

so they caved.

I need you to teach me how to use it.

Maria, you hate guns.

The first time I came
to your dad's house,

you made me lock it in the car.

Yeah, well, I was a
naive college student

who hadn't been shot at.

Maria, it's a whole process.

You need to apply for a permit.

I need to take control.

You gonna help me out or not?

Did you cut the
cameras to Garcia's house?

Yep. You're clear to enter.

Oh, wow.
I mean, that's amazing,

especially the part where you...
where, you know, you spin it,

and twirl it, like, the thing you did.

You talkin' about
when I do this? Or when I do this?

Can you do that
again? That part again.

Wow, yeah, I gotta...

Here, let me show you. Let me show you.

You know what would be
better? If, somehow, you had, like,

both hands...

- Yeah!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, that's
cool. That is really cool.

Hey, do you have any more, uh, beer?

I'd love another beer.

Uh, we might have some more...

Finger off the trigger
until you're on the target.

That way no one goes
home with any extra holes.

Relax.

Breathe out... and squeeze.

Wow. Okay.

Hey, do you remember when Judy Dixon

did her No Guns In Hudson
Springs thing a few years back?

I recall a certain person
helping her set up the chairs,

carry the coffee urn.

I never carried the coffee urn.

If she could see you now.

- How do I reload?
- Watch.

When your Mom passed,
what make you come back

to Hudson Springs?

For my dad.

I meant, what made you stay?

It wasn't one thing.

Are you asking me if
I came back for you?

No. No, of course not.

Okay.

You were married, Dave.

Here it is, 20 dabs of E.
Nice doing business with ya.

You, uh... You want a beer?

Nah, I gotta split.

Are you sure? We can party all we want.

My dad's somewhere upstate.

He won't be back till tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Day after. He's working
a case. Just chill.

Bad news.

- Insulin's screwed.
- Why?

Garcia's working a case,
so he's not gonna be back

until tomorrow.

Where are you?

Just left the
house. The kid can talk.

Plan B. Find out where he is.

The kid's phone
can probably get us that,

but he just left. Have
to track him down again.

Yeah, you
better. We screw this up,

it's not just prison.

We're looking at conspiracy
to kill a cop, an I.A. cop,

which mean's they're going
to try to turn it into federal,

and then we're gonna
be looking at a needle.

You understand?

We only have 24 hours.

Yeah, very comforting.

Thank you.

I like this new club better.

Yeah, well, I don't get to
choose where they put me.

So, I clean my gun with lithium.

It works in low temperatures.

That's why the gun
was in the refrigerator.

Great. That explains everything.

Except you asking questions

about Carl Mosher and him
turning up dead the next day.

Yeah, I heard about that.

You sell photocopiers, huh?

If you did it and someone
saw me leave with you...

The picture inside...

...is that your daughter?

She's beautiful.

I had a good time, by the way.

And I'd like to take you to breakfast.

That place you
mentioned across the park.

Hey, Lorenzo.

Where's Nicky?

You speak to Macy?

I told you I spoke to Macy.

So, where were you last night.

I was at work.
She didn't see me there.

Been working a lot these days.

Are we gonna hang out tonight or what?

I'm not sure
yet. I gotta play it by ear.

I'll let you know.

Yeah.

Okay. We're on our way.

Yeah, Joe.

You ready to do some drivin'?

I got a beat on Garcia's location.

Where is he?

Now, he's just outside of Albany.

It's about a three hour drive.

I'll be there in two.

You're about a hundred yards away.

Got it.

I texted you a picture
of him for a positive ID.

I see it.

You think I don't know
what you're doing?

You mean aside from fully cooperating?

It's time to quit stalling.

Hand over the evidence. Look,

for the avoidance of doubt,

I need everything you've got
on your partner and his cousin,

or you can kiss immunity goodbye.

This should lock 'em both up

'til you and I are dead and gone.

McGee's a rat.

All the time they spent
together, in the car,

in the bars, in the
office, I mean, years,

Eddie had no idea who McGee was.

How d'you explain that?

Maybe just too close to see it.

We can all tell a lie,
we can wear a mask,

but to be that lie 24/7,
like a frickin' avatar,

I mean, that is... something else.

Makes you wonder who
else is wearing a mask.

And it's so ironic because McGee

was a total choirboy
before he met Eddie.

Straight as an arrow.

Guy wouldn't take a bottle of bourbon

from the Teamsters at Christmas.

Then, Eddie shows him the ropes,

McGee turns around and hangs us with it.

What d'you think?

I don't know.

I got an idea.

Thank you.

That's some great progress.

Shut up.

Seriously. You're a natural.

Unit two-four, Detective Woods,

copy?

Go ahead, Dispatch.

We got a possible
DB in the river up at the park.

State called it in. County's
requesting you as lead.

What's your 20?

Two-four en route. ETA ten.

I'm gonna have to call you a taxi.

Aren't you supposed to watch over me?

You don't mind the ride along?

As long as you hit the lights.

Let's go.

Hey, I'll be right back.

Ma'am, you're
going to have to step away.

Mr. Flannery?

Agent Grant, any progress on the case?

Not yet. How's Maria?

She's great, thank you.

She's getting stronger by the day.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.
And how are you holding up?

I imagine this is
all very, uh, difficult.

Uh, we're managing.

San Marzanos...

and fresh basil -

someone knows how to
cook a real Italian meal.

I have a friend who's a very good chef

who tells me what I should be buying.

They have you staying
here during the investigation?

They do. You know, although, uh,

I doubt my per diem will cover
those fancy San Marzanos.

Your buck does go a
heck of lot further here

than it does in the city, though.
That's one of the perks

of being in Hudson Springs, I guess.

Yes. It's one of the advantages.

Mm.

I must confess, I do have a fantasy...

Mmm?

...about disappearing
into a place like this.

Fresh start, just a whole new identity.

Well, that's an interesting
way of looking at it.

No, I know it sounds dramatic. But...

I am amazed by people who can just

shed their old skin, you know?

- Mr. Flannery.
- Harold!

Hey, I've got that Parmigiano-Reggiano

you asked for. It just
came in this morning.

Fantastic. Thank you.

You are quite the regular customer.

Yes. Well, I've lived here
for a number of years.

It's a small town; I
get to know everybody

and they see you around town.

Yeah, I think I noticed you...

outside of my hotel,

on your morning run.

Yeah, your stride is so aggressive.

It's like you're in
training for something.

Oh, I love half marathons.

That explains it.

I'm gonna let you get
back to your shopping.

- Mr. Flannery?
- Yes.

It really has been a lovely surprise

running into you like this.

You're awfully quiet tonight.

I may have done
something I shouldn't have.

When Jeff was out
of town, I called Dave.

Why did you call him?

Just to hang out.

And did you hang out?

Yeah.

But it somehow feels
like cheating. Is that crazy?

I think it depends on, um,

what your intention is.

Wait. Are you telling me that...?

No, no, no, no. It was
nothing like that. No.

It's just, um...

uh, he took me on a ride along.

We saw a dead body, Dad.

In Hudson Springs?

He thinks the guy may have slipped,

like lost his footing or something.

They know who it is?

Mm. No, not yet.

You know where they found him?

A couple of miles downstream

from the bridge where
we used to hike with Mom.

Yeah.

It's crazy, all this violence.

It's like you're not safe anywhere.

Yeah.

It's a whole new world.

It reminds me of this other
crazy thing I heard about.

A guy at work handed me
an article about an account

we sold copiers to,

and it turned out he
was involved in the mob.

Wait.

Not the guy who was
gunned down on Lake George?

Yeah. Did you read that article?

Yeah.

Crazy.

Nice to see you playing with your food

while the house burns down.

Out!

Let's not forget who's
asking who for help here.

Oh, we're not. But
Garcia's still breathing.

Why?

Angelo's working on it.

Really?

'Cause from where I'm
standin', the clock's ticking

while this bastard's
walking around with our files.

I know why you're stalling.

You're scared of wasting an I.A.

Garcia's a diabetic.

His son's a junkie. I'm
gonna spike his insulin.

So, we need you to get
into the evidence room,

steal some Fentanyl, and
meet us at Garcia's tonight.

You heard him. Let's get the Fentanyl.

He better show up.

Yeah.

Done. The kid's out cold.

- For how long?
- A few hours,

maybe more, with all the crap he took.

Good.

McGee will meet us there.

I'm about two minutes out.

Fentanyl?

Wanna let me in before the
neighborhood watch gets chatty?

Where's Garcia?

- What are you nuts?
- You tell me.

What are you doin' Angelo?

I was at the camper. I
heard everything you said.

It was me or Eddie.

So, you ratted out your partner?

Oh, like Eddie wouldn't
do the same to me?

My name is in that list.

It's not, Angelo. I've seen the files.

Dutch is implicated.

Eddie's implicated. You barely figure.

You would risk killing a
cop to save Eddie or Dutch?

What are you talking about?

Open your eyes.

Dutch is playing you Angelo.

Dutch. It's done.

Dad?

Who's Dutch?

What's done?

Dad?

Danny?

Oh...

Oh, God. Danny?

What'd you do?

- Mm.
- Danny, what'd you do?

What the hell did you do?!

Oh, no. Dad...

Oh, God. Did you...?

I... I blacked out.

- You blacked...
- I swear, I didn't...

I... I couldn't have, Dad.

Dad, please, please, please...

Dad, please help. Help me, Dad.

Dad! Dad, please!

What did you do?

What do you remember?! What'd you do?!

I blacked out, okay?!

Please.

All right, we gotta get him outta here.

Just get his legs. Just...

- Come on.
- Okay, okay, okay.

Get his legs! Come on!

Okay, okay, okay!

Come on.

I don't know...

Ah, this is bad.

You need help?

What do you want?

- You set me up.
- Get his legs! Come on!

DANNY Okay, okay, okay!

You killed McGee, not Danny.

You have no proof.

I have plenty.

So, nobody needs to see this.

All you need to do is erase
the files on Eddie Marino.

Eddie Marino...

When... When my wife was dying

and she was slipping away,

I... I promised her
that I'd put our son first.

But I just... I just
buried myself in work.

You mean you ratted out your friends.

McGee, Eddie, they're not cops;

they're just criminals with badges.

They lost... they lost
themselves years ago.

At least you know who you are.

Give me this.

You took care of things,

like always.

How did you know
Garcia would take the bait?

Fathers'll do anything for their kids.

Speaking from experience.

How come you didn't tell me?

Before when the cops were looking at me.

Me and Eddie took care of it.

Yeah, you said that.

You didn't need to know.

Makes me wonder what else I don't know.

Look, don't take this the wrong way,

but what you don't know could
wipe out the Eastern Seaboard.

Me and Eddie had your
back, just like old times.

Let's not fix what ain't broke.

Next time...

...I wanna know. Understand?

You have my word.

One condition.

You stay for lunch.

You're incredible.

Eddie's wound a little tight
today; I could use the backup.

Oh, my God, you're unbelievable.

I'll get the silverware.

What are we gonna drink to today?

To Eddie.

Don't give him any.

That's the last thing we need.

- Salute.
- Salute.

Peace offering?

I would let you in,

but my life is too complicated.

I don't need a jealous
mobster on my tail.

I'm sorry.

- I shoulda told you.
- Hmm.

Good thing I ended it.

Who hired you?

The Ferryman.

Where is he?

I know you work for The Ferryman.

You're gonna take me to him.

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