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- Whoa.
- Sorry.

Ciara, are you from here?

I moved to Boston about
a week ago for work.

So, do you like secrets?

I think secrets are fucking destructive.

Dan? I don't know, I
think I'm doing it again.

And I don't know what's gonna happen

if you don't pick up the fucking phone!

Meet anybody?

You don't have to tell
me if you don't want to.

No, why wouldn't I tell you?

'Cause whoever he is,
he's not good for you,

and you don't want to hear about it.

Bpd transfer, possible
homicide at the crossings,

seaport at Boston wharf.

Decomp coming out of number
11, too strong for an animal.

- Who lives in apartment 11?
- No one knows.

I'm just warning you to be careful.

He's not who you think he is.

Yes, he is.

I'm Ciara.

Hi, I'm Ciara wyse.

Yeah, I just moved to Boston
a week ago for-for my work.

There's this,

this place that does really great cocktails.

Give me your phone.

We should meet there.
6:30, west bury bar?

Yeah, that works for me.

See you there.

Funny.

Check it out.

Alison has been Marie
kondo-ing our garage.

Your dad and I had those made

for spring fling when we
were co-presidents of sae.

Wow. That sounds like fun.

That's one word for it.

You know, at the memorial,
when we wrote down

our memories about him and
sent them up in the lanterns?

Mine was about the 20-foot bong
he built up the side of the staircase.

And it wasn't just pvc.

He had to have borosilicate glass.

I mean, only the best for him, right?

Yeah.

He ever teach you?

No. Nah, I mean... no.

Come on, come on. Let's try it.

- Really?
- Toss it over.

Okay, you know? Just pop it off your
knee, pop it off the inside of your foot.

- Just like that...
- Perfect. Love it. What? - Whoa.

Okay.

I talked to the m.E.

She said she's gonna
prioritize the autopsy.

Good luck with that. This
body is in a hundred pieces.

What is... what is that?

Bleach? Oven cleaner?

Both.

Go look for the ID. It's not in here.

Hey, you find a wallet,

credit card, anything with a name on it?

No, but... Look what was by the bed.

What do you think that is?

Tnt? Liquid x?

Murder one?

Dance fever?

Look at that. Lot number's still on it.

Gotta be better than running the tox.

We got a hashtag.

"Crime at the crossings."

Keep an eye on the comments,
see if anyone knows who lived here.

Yeah.

A woman who wears a
size seven and a half shoe.

Might be helpful if the body had feet.

I don't know, s-something
about the stuff here,

feels like it doesn't belong.

It's cheap. Temporary.

Maybe it's a sublet?

Nah, nah, the guy in that main bedroom,

it doesn't look like he needs the money.

Does this looks like it
could be her handwriting?

"Beef with broc, shrimp wontons,

Tom gai... "don't even
know what that was."

"Chicken fried rice."

Think it's for one or two people?

Two, unless it's you.

She kept this ticket to the
movies a couple months ago.

Must have been a date.

Nobody goes on dates
to the movies anymore,

unless it's playing on your sofa,

and then you only
really watch the first half.

Yeah, well, she likes the movies.

And she kept the
fortune from cookies, too.

She seems... innocent.

Naive.

I wonder who she was.

Is? Was?

Well, she a white girl.

I saw the makeup on
the counter in there.

What do you think? Katie?

Olivia.

I'm thinking early 20s.

Lower middle-class background,

hooking up with her rich roommate,

and thought fucking him was magic.

God, that's sad.

Unless it's not.

When you are finished recording,

you may hang up or
press one for more options.

Hey, Megan, it's me.

Mom developed an
old disposable camera,

and has gone down the rabbit hole.

So give her a call, all right, Megan?

She told me it's been a while.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Right this way.

You okay?

Yes. Sorry.

I think I just need a nap.

So, is this a normal lunch for you

or are you-you trying to impress me?

No. God, no. No, we're slumming it.

I like that dress on you.

Thank you. I think it's from the '90s.

Got it at a swap meet. Is that weird?

No, it just makes me think about

what it's been up to this whole time.

I don't know. I didn't ask for
its résumé when I bought it.

In 1993... it went to a
nirvana concert in Detroit.

'96, went to Vegas, got married.

And then...

Then it got busted
with ten kilos of cocaine.

1999.

And then, what happened?

I have no fucking idea.

- Are you two ready?
- Yep.

Very.

- Can we get the check, please?
- Sure thing.

There you go. Yeah.

Could I ask you, what's with the cash?

Because I've never seen you

- use a credit card.
- It's a mistrust

of the financial industrial complex.

- That's very amish of you.
- Do you know how much

information that they gather
from your credit card spending?

They know everything about you.

What you're doing, what
you ate, who you're with.

So, what do you do, you
keep it under your mattress?

Not exactly.

You Bury it in your yard?

I don't have a yard.

I'm really asking you, what do you do?

I keep all my account
information in a safe place.

I'm not gonna be an open
book to an industry that

doesn't care about anything
other than its own profits.

Hey, I get it.

I mean, I don't want corporate overlords

all up in my business either, so...

Is that why you're not on social media?

Of course I looked.

Not on Instagram, Facebook, TikTok.

- Nothing.
- Yeah, no.

No, I used to be on all that stuff,

but then this guy in Tulsa
stole my sister's identity

and used it to try to buy a car.

So I took myself off
of everything after that.

That's a bit of an extreme reaction
to your sister's bad luck, right?

Yeah, I Don't know, it really
didn't feel like that at the time.

It's not just social media though.

You're not on the Internet at all.

I don't know.

I guess my life's not very notable.

- Can I come see you tonight?
- Not if I see you first.

Let me bring dinner to your place.

Ooh, no!

But your place is so much better.

I don't care. I'm coming over.

Okay.

Come on, get a room.

No... You're going to get me arrested.

I don't care. I can't help it.

I'll see you at 6:30.

Okay, I'll text you the address.

Okay.

Hey.

- You seen reardon?
- Back there.

I got something I want to show you.

Fine.

Show me.

Who was that guy down there?

Witness. Lives in the lofts.

Sells pills to all the tech bros.

I thought it might be
an angle, but it hit a wall.

And how do you know this guy?

I don't.

'Cause it seemed like you did.

No, it was a tip from
one of the neighbors.

Apartment 33.

Panda pajamas?

She's a-a venture capitalist.

Maybe she can invest in your food truck

for when you move off the grid.

I hate food trucks.

Got a norovirus there one time...

a norovirus from the lobster truck.

Ruined your whole labor day weekend.

We know.

Hey, so what do you do for money

when you're lounging around Costa Rica

in your banana hammock?

Costa Rica?

Who said anything about Costa Rica?

And what about your kid?

You're just gonna leave him here alone

with a broken water heater?

I fixed that water heater.

And I would never leave my kid.

But who gives a fuck about me?

Come, show me your brilliance!

Well, we got this shitty
heater and corrosives.

Like, somebody googled
how to get rid of this guy.

And then, and then it's this.

This, this, this, this...

I mean, we're supposed
to think "fat cat lives here."

But this jacket's straight
out of the dry cleaners.

This scene is staged.

But why, to make it
look like a cartel thing?

Or to screw us on the
identity of the victim.

Make us waste the first two
days trying to find out who he is.

See, we-we got to
stop calling him a "he."

He's a soup.

He could be a she, or an inter sexual.

I don't know if I can say that.

Hey, hey, don't move.

Why is he here?

- How'd you get in there?
- I walked.

Breathe through your mouth, it's easier.

I don't understand how you
people do this for a living.

We wanted to be douchebag
landlords, but we failed the test.

Give me that, man.

- Is this our tenant?
- Yeah.

Oliver Kennedy.

So very blue blood.

He's month to month.

Kubler berhane studios.

That's the owner of this apartment?

Go put this man out of his misery.

All right, you call kubler berhane.

- I'll gonna run the ID.
- Okay.

Hey.

Grab me my gummies.

Let's go, skinny jeans.

I couldn't even get those
things around my arms.

- Hi.
- Hey.

My god, thank you.

These are so beautiful.

Why aren't you saying anything?

About what?

About this place.

I know it's a dump.

My work was just starting and...

It was the only thing I could
find on such short notice...

I don't think this place is a dump.

I li... I like attic apartments.

It's like... If the house had a brain,

this is where it would be.

It'd have to be a pretty small brain, but...

In real estate terms, this is called "cozy."

What did the ad say?

Quaint.

Close to transportation.

It's better than "unique."

Why, what's "unique"?

Haunted.

What was it that you said about ghosts?

It's the people who are
haunted, not the place?

No, I think you said, "you
can't rule anything out."

I did say that, didn't I?

You know, I was
actually just thinking about

how we once lived in a house
that I thought was haunted.

I would hear these creaks
in the middle of the night

and this low hum, like
someone was moaning.

My sister said it was all in my
head, but I knew she heard it, too.

Then I thought that it must
be these little glass animals

that my mother collected, coming
alive in the night and running around.

So, I would check in the morning to see

if they'd moved.

One time, I even put a strand of my hair

over the little giraffe just so I would know.

I-I trust it was still there

- in the morning?
- Yes, it was.

I think I was actually pretty disappointed.

My house was kind of lonely growing up.

My sister was never really home,

and my mom was pretty
out of it most of the time.

So, I thought that they would
come find me or something.

Okay. Wait. Hold on.

I really have to pee.

Read a book.

I've read this book. Hurry.

- I... - Met your friends.
- Yeah.

They like to watch.

Does this bring me joy?

I don't know.

So dump it.

I can't. It's from our wedding.

Okay, then, put it back in
the box and don't think about it.

Just don't forget who he really is.

It's too late now.

- I don't know what you want me to do.
- You could fire him.

Ollie's good at his job.
I'm not gonna fire him.

And I owe it to his father for investing

in the firm when no
other vc would touch it.

You do not owe him anything.

And that family can't make
you complicit in their cover-up.

Cover-up? Now it's olivergate?

What's he been doing
the last few years, anyway?

We haven't seen him.

He was in Oakland, working in a big firm.

I thought he was in New York.

He was, before. Why's it matter?

Because he moves around every
time the past catches up with him.

He's erratic. Unstable.

Well, not all those who wander are lost.

I can buy you a mug that says that.

Yeah, if you do, I'll throw it away.

This isn't fair... To us...

- Or to your colleagues.
- Just stay out of it. Okay?

What's today like?

I have some homework to do on the
new fiber-optic retrofit for the library.

Who needs books when you have porn?

Hello?

This is miss wyse.

No, I've noticed.

Well, I assume that you're
gonna put me up somewhere.

Okay, well, that's not gonna work.

I signed this lease less than two months
ago, and no one said anything about this.

Can I speak to the owner of the building?

Yeah, please, have
her call me. Thank you.

What was that?

I have to leave for three weeks
for some massive extermination.

Are they tenting?

No, it's more than that, they have to

repair the truss. What is a truss?

It's the timber, holds the roof up.

You can stay with me.

No, I can't.

Yeah. Yeah, you can stay with me.

I got a whole... I have a whole
other room just sitting there empty.

No.

That's incredibly generous of you, but
I don't think I could ask you to do that.

It's not the end of the world. I'm
gonna be able to figure something out.

It's okay.

Ciara, I want you to.

Come on.

It'll be fun. We can, pretend
that we're an old married couple.

Yeah, yeah.

I can yell at you for leaving
dirty dishes in the sink,

and you can tell me that you're
going to the bar with the girls.

- Stop.
- Yeah. Sounds fun.

It's only three weeks. I
mean, by the time you hate me,

it'll be over.

I'm not gonna hate you.

Then we're good.

No, no. We have a problem

because you can't see
me in my real underwear.

You can, you can only
see my date underwear.

The real problem is you
can't bring underwear.

- I don't have room.
- Okay, well, then

I guess we're fine.

Am I the new Tyler merkow?

Falling for you too fast?

Yes. You are.

And I'm gonna get you.

Not if I get you first.

You got a minute, or you late for a date?

So how'd this Hannah
get her hands on your gun?

And believe me, I don't want
to know. It's my job to ask.

It was on my dresser.

I know. I know

I was a careless,
fucking stupid, drunk idiot.

I deserve everything I get.

Make you a deal. I make it go away.

Next time, swipe right.

- You mean left.
- Whatever.

Just go to a bar.

I met my wife at jj's,

and not once in 22 years
has she stolen my weapon.

Look... I can't do this anymore.

Fucking strangers?

No, this job.

You know, the constant
interaction, all day, every day,

till a million faces, they just blur together

to become one big deviant sack of shit.

Meaning what? You're gonna quit?

Did I quit when that southie
punk stabbed me in the tit?

Resignation unaccepted.

Media relations needs
your face on that brochure.

What's Lee say?

You know her. She acts
like nothing even gets to her.

I gotta head down to seaport.

What's going on in seaport?

Body in a bathtub.

Matter of fact, do you think you
could, run this license plate number?

This guy hangs out down there.

Vice has a flag on him, so I'm locked out.

Will do.

Dead in a tub? You sure it's not an od?

No, it's ours. They dissolved
the body intentionally.

What, like an old-school mob thing?

Don't know, but this guy
ain't who he says he is.

Are you in a private space?

Yeah, and I'm aware

that anything that I say that
suggests that I may hurt myself

and/or someone else
cannot be kept confidential.

Before we get started, you left me a
pretty intense message the other night.

Yeah, I-I know. I'm sorry.

I called you back, but you
didn't answer and didn't return.

I was at work.

Oliver, if you leave me a
distress call after hours,

it's important we touch base the next day.

Someone left me an
envelope with my name on it.

I guess they were just testing...

To-to see if I'm Oliver St. ledger.

Interesting.

Who do you think might have done that?

I have no fucking idea, Dan.

That's why I'm freaking out.

I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...

I should've thrown it away. I should've...

Let's think that through.

Who knows you're living in Boston now?

You, the family, Elliot berhane.

You haven't told anyone else?

No.

Any new friends?

Yes.

Yes. Okay.

I was meaning to tell you this.

I met someone.

I know it's too soon,

but she's nice and
smart and funny, and...

where did you meet?

Grocery store near my office.

We...

I saw her in there a couple of times.

We were talking.

Her name's Ciara, and it's fine.

Okay? Don't worry.

I haven't told her anything.

What do you mean by that?

I mean, I haven't told
her anything about myself

that isn't surface level.
I'm new to the city,

I'm working at an architecture
firm, I'm an insomniac.

So, you're sleeping together.

Yeah, we're adults.

Okay, so, your plan is to engage
in a physically intimate relationship

while keeping your emotional
connection entirely superficial.

People do it all the time.

Yeah, maybe.

But we're talking about you.

I know how lonely you
are, but don't you think

it's more important to protect yourself?

If the answer's yes,

you need to get rid of that
letter and break it off. Now.

Before you do something you'll regret.

You want to start bringing
over your stuff tonight?

Where the hell have you been?

I'm so sorry.

I've been totally slammed.

I tried to call mom but
she's not picking up.

Yeah, hold on.

Hey, mom, talk to Megan.

Hey, baby.

Hi, mom. How's it going?

Typical shit.

Hey, honey, will you get me
another one of those beers?

Did your sister tell you?

The house you grew
up in belongs to the bank.

It's official.

You got the notice?

In the mail.

Next week, it goes in
the fucking newspaper.

Okay, well, mom, listen. I
mean, you still have time, right?

We have 30 days to respond.

And tell them what?

I don't have the money,

and I can barely keep my phone
on, much less pay 120 days back due.

Plus, the gas company doubled
rates across the whole county.

You know, if your father paid
half of what he owed when he left,

we would not be in this position,
we would not have to sell.

Hey, I really can't talk
about dad right now, okay?

Listen, how much do
you need for the house?

$42 million.

Okay, I'm being serious. What
do you need? Like, five grand?

Something like that. I lost track.

Okay, well, tell the bank

that you're gonna have that this month.

But I won't, so why
would I tell them that?

Yes, you will. I will.

I mean, I-I think I might even
be able to send you ten by then.

Where you gonna
get that kind of money?

I just said work's going really good.

Not ten grand good.

For data entry?

Yeah, it's a big tech
company. It's a lot of hours.

Are you still there?

Yeah.

I just don't know what you're
up to, but it sounds like trouble.

Don't you trust me?

Hell no.

No. I never have.

You remember when you
stole that Guinea pig from church

and I found it in your dresser drawer?

That's when I knew I have
a little freak on my hands.

People owe us for what they put us
through, and I'm making them pay, okay?

And that's really all you
need to know right now.

Who?

Who are you talking about?

Mom, I got to go because
my bus is here, but...

Keep this conversation
between us, okay? I really mean it.

Hey, I... I don't like this, Megan Ann.

Yeah? Well, you will when the bills are
paid, so stop packing and call the bank.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

Elliot berhane?

Yeah. You the detective?

Lee reardon. I'm really sorry to
hear about your wife's accident.

It still seems so... unreal.

I'm sorry it's not a better time. I
need to ask you about Oliver Kennedy.

He lived in your company's
apartment? He worked for you?

Yeah...

I haven't been in the
office for a couple of weeks.

Did, something happen to him?

Not necessarily. A body was found

- in the apartment.
- Company apartment?

Apartment 11. That's...
That's all I can say right now.

Can you think of anyone
who would want to hurt Oliver?

Of course not. He's a good guy.

Tell me what you know about
him. When did you hire him?

A couple months ago.

We needed a new
technologist, and he was good.

When did you last see him?

When I-I ran into him at the park
on the pier a couple Saturdays ago.

We said hi. That's it.

And then you just
stopped coming to work?

I guess so.

Who lived here with him?

No one that I know of.

I mean, I've got my mind on other things.

Okay...

What if I told you that I
just got the results back

from a bottle of medication
we found in the apartment.

It's a sedative called Propofol.
It was stolen from a hospital.

It may have been used in this
crime, and if the victim isn't Oliver,

then Oliver may still
be out there somewhere.

Alive and in trouble.

Mr. Berhane, I need
your help, so does he.

Okay... I didn't run into him in the park.

He asked me to meet him.

He had something he needed to say.

Detective connolly. You are?

Elliot berhane. Oliver Kennedy's boss.

Mr. Berhane was telling me about
the last time they saw each other.

That's all I know.

No, you were in the middle of
saying Oliver called you to meet.

That-that's not what I meant.

- It's what you said.
- Y-You do know that

Oliver Kennedy isn't his real name, right?

I mean, it's on his ID, but
the person never even existed

till December of last year.

I don't know where you're
getting this information.

Great state of Massachusetts
registry of motor vehicles, man.

Well, I-I don't, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Yeah, you-you do.

I... 'cause I can tell.

Karl,

Mr. Berhane's wife recently
passed in an accident,

and he's under a
considerable amount of stress.

Yeah.

We are sure it was an accident though?

Sorry, my partner...
Karl, what are you saying?

What are you trying to say?

No, I do mean to imply. He
lied to the cops about that.

So maybe he's lying about this.

- All right, forget it. I'm done.
- Listen,

- I'm not. - Don't.
- Hey, who do you think I am?

Some cracked-out dirt bag like
the people you usually deal with?

I don't mean to laugh, but you said
"crack." No one smokes crack anymore.

- That's it.
- Mr. Berhane, you don't want to do it.

- Let go. Stop.
- I will fucking sue you!

- Go nuts.
- Mr. Berhane. Mr. Berhane, stop.

What the fuck?

He just lied, like, five times in a row!

I'll be here waiting.

Right here.

You think?

You never know.

I'll try not to bother you if I
get up in the middle of the night.

Yeah, I really hope you
can get some sleep tonight.

What's tomorrow?

Dot the I's on the library project.

Got to prep for the
presentation at the bank.

You sound so excited.

I don't know. Network
design is... it's tedious.

I'm debating about
six wires or eight wires.

It's just... it's hard to care, you know?

You know, I never asked you this, but what
made you get into architectural technology

to begin with?

I don't know. I-I sort of fell into it.

I didn't know what I was
gonna do with my life.

I mean, when I was younger,

I was sure that I was
gonna be an astronaut.

Yeah.

A fucking astronaut.

It's just so laughable.

I don't think so.

- Yes, it is.
- Aw.

I think you definitely have the right stuff.

Well, apparently I don't.

I was planning to get a
degree in stem of some kind,

minor in astronomy, but...

But what?

I just sort of...

shifted into this.

Maybe I was never meant
to wear the meatball after all.

What's the meatball?

The meatball.

On the spacesuit.

It's been the logo forever.

I've never heard
anyone call it a meatball.

What are you... that's...
everyone calls it the meatball.

What do you call it?

I don't know. I call it nothing.

How do you... sorry, how
do you not know about this?

It's a bas... it's a basic fact.

Of course I know the fucking meatball.

- Good.
- You sound scary.

You should have seen your face.

Who do you think I am?

Can I go take a bath?

Yeah. Of course.

I'm really tired.

Are you tired?

Good night.