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Previously on Memory of
a Killer.

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?

JOE (On phone:) 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?

JOE
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.

JOE (On phone:) Bad news.

- Insulin's screwed.
- Why?

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

until tomorrow.

ANGELO
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.

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.

DISPATCHER
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.

JOE (On phone:) 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.