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♪♪

♪ Got a good reason for ♪

♪ Loving you ♪

♪ It's an old-fashioned sign ♪

♪ I kind of get to feeling like ♪

♪ Mm, you know when ♪

♪ I fell in love the first time... ♪

Dad.

A little help?

Oh, don't tell me you're just getting home.

I won't. Can you grab some of these bags?

Oh, you got Caribbean.

Did you get those fluffy fried ball things?

They're called "pholourie." [scoffs]

That's what I said.

Should I call your mom down?

Nope. She's probably working upstairs.

I'll take it up to her.

What?

That's not a regular-degular weeknight dinner tray.

That's an "I messed up" tray.

Mom and I got into it again this morning,

and things were said.

What things?

Dad, please.

My peace offering is getting cold.

Fine. It's a nice gesture.

No matter how strategic.

Be direct, but don't look her in the eye.

You know that I know how to do this by now.

Just like landing a plane.

-It's all about the angle of approach. -[giggles]

ZOE: Aye-aye, Captain.

♪ Kind of woman that you find. ♪

[screams]

CALEB: Zoe?

[Zoe panting]

♪♪

[construction vehicles whir outside]

[light snoring]

[inhales] Mm...

[soft ticking]

[distant clattering]

Nick?

-Nick? -Hey.

[yawns]

[grunts]

It's early, but I-I'm late.

-It's 5:46. -I know. I know.

Crime don't sleep.

There's coffee, there's a car downstairs for you, okay?

-Mm. -Bye.

Just give me a second.

-We'll walk out together. -No, no, no.

Don't, uh, don't worry about it. Just let yourself out.

-Relax, take your time. -Nick.

-What? -You always do this.

What am I doing? I'm not doing anything.

I got to go to work. Just relax, no rush, take your time.

The car's already here. [chuckles]

I know where the car is, Brooke.

I called it. Look, I got to go to work.

Cool. Go.

Yeah, I'll just take a bath and borrow your toothbrush

and maybe one day, I'll meet your sisters.

I'm leaving.

You're gonna die alone, Nick.

We're all gonna die alone.

[device beeps, whirs]

Good morning, boss.

Good morning.

[exhales]

-You look exhausted. -Yeah.

I think I slept a half an hour last night.

-Hmm. What's her name? -Brooke.

Is it serious?

Nothing's serious. Life's a comedy.

It's so funny I could cry.

Well, I am glad you're here,

because we have to talk.

Okay. About what?

I made some calls.

Your ex-partner Michael Sloss

perjured himself in front of a grand jury.

I... um... Look, I appreciate that. You don't have to...

Yeah, no. SDNY is not looking at this

as a standalone perjury count.

They're building it out as part of a bigger case.

-Okay, what-what's the charge? -I'm not sure.

Obstruction, conspiracy, maybe something more,

but the fact that people won't say

is reason enough for you to retain counsel.

All right. All right, thank you, I'll think about it.

Think faster.

If Southern District is involved,

it's gonna be big.

-They do not lose, Nick. -[sighs]

I got it.

-Do you? -Mm-hmm.

Round everybody up. We got a case.

It's a tough one.

Donna Isom was murdered last night

in her home in Crown Heights.

She was found by her 17-year-old daughter.

Okay, her husband called it in. Caleb Isom.

Airline pilot, he had just arrived home from JFK.

Coroner's still working on TOD, but it's safe to assume

that it happened sometime between 6:00 p.m.

when Donna returned home from work

and 9:01 p.m. when the call came in.

-What was her post? -She was an interrogator

for Naval Intelligence.

-Hmm. -She had a knack

for breaking high-value targets

like terrorists, cartel leaders, you name it.

[Wyatt whistles]

Dang. Donna was a badass.

You shouldn't curse.

Yeah, it doesn't sound natural coming out of your face.

SAM: Could be retaliation.

Someone she put away getting even.

Could be a Tuesday and someone just broke into the wrong house.

-That, too. -ROBYN: NYPD prelim isn't showing

any obvious signs of forced entry.

So, it could be someone that she knew so well

-she let them into their home. -Yeah.

Well, at this point, everything is on the table.

The killer is still at large, so we need to get on the move.

I want you two to go to her office, I want you to run

her interrogation subjects,

flag anyone who has been recently released.

-Okay. -SAM: We'll head to the crime scene.

-ROBYN: Okay. -Hey, um,

-where's the family now? -They're still at the scene.

And guys? This one's delicate.

Be careful.

[phone chimes]

You're quiet today.

Tired.

SAM: You're not dying or anything, are you?

We're all dying. Thanks.

Can't a guy just be alone with his thoughts?

Some guys can. Not you.

Well, I had a house guest last night.

-She wrecked my sleep. -Oh.

Spare me the details.

Well, the details lasted about nine minutes.

Okay? The rest of the night, I'm staring up at the ceiling

while she snored like an English bulldog.

-Mm-hmm. -You know, I think that the reason

I never got married is 'cause I can't share a bed with somebody.

So, sharing a bed with someone

stopped you from sharing a life with someone?

Pretty much, yeah.

That's kind of sad, man.

-I am who I am. -Yes, you are, New York Nick.

Yes, you are.

-[indistinct chatter] -Thank you.

Hi.

Figured they'd send you.

Mack. How you doing?

-NICK: How you been? -Good.

-Good to see you. This is my partner Sam. Mack. -SAM: How are you?

-Nice to meet you. -All right, what else do we know?

MACK: It happened upstairs in the bedroom.

Looks like blunt force trauma.

-Multiple blows to the head. -All right.

-Where's the daughter? -In the backyard.

We're trying to keep her away from all of it.

Okay.

-Ready? -Yeah. -Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

-NICK: See the frame? -Yeah.

Look at the drop pattern. Has a tail to it.

Somebody left in a hurry.

♪♪

So, she's downstairs, she runs up.

Goes for a gun?

SAM: And this has a fingerprint reader on it.

She got it open, guessing she was attacked

before she could grab it.

The killer bailed with it.

NICK: Defensive wounds on her hands, so she fought.

Skull's fractured.

That would have been fatal on its own.

Yeah. Whoever did this just kept going and going and going.

Definitely wasn't a robbery.

This was rage.

What are you thinking for the murder weapon?

I don't know, something heavy. Rounded edge.

Okay. How you want to do this?

[sighs]

Think you should take the daughter.

I'll take the father.

We'll get more if we split them up.

-We'll compare notes. -Sounds great.

I hate SCIFs.

I am 30 seconds away from pulling that fire alarm.

Yeah, it feels like we're in a coffin.

Ooh, I'd rather be cremated. [exhales]

Have you ever considered a green burial?

-Sure haven't. -Body goes straight into the ground.

No embalming, no coffin.

That way, you decompose naturally

and return your nutrients to the earth.

That's actually kind of beautiful.

-[lock beeps] -[latch clicks]

Sorry about the wait.

These should have everything you need.

Obviously, nothing can leave this room.

-[lock beeps] -[latch clicks]

Can I ask what exactly happened to Donna?

Is it true her daughter found her?

Sorry, we can't release that information.

No, I understand, I just... I can't believe this.

Poor Zoe.

You and Donna worked together for years, is that right?

-Yes. Closely. -How close?

I'm gay, if that's what you're asking.

Good to know.

You're welcome to look through all of her case files,

but to be honest, most of these guys

are either dead or locked up overseas.

They wouldn't have access to Donna's identity anyway.

-[sighs] -But...

But what?

I don't know if this helps,

but something strange happened yesterday.

Donna and I go out to lunch every Wednesday.

Sneak a glass of wine, a martini to break up the week.

We cherish it. It's our thing.

But yesterday was different.

Everything was fine, she was her normal self.

But then I went to the bathroom and when I came back,

she was gone.

-What do you mean, "gone"? -She left.

Her food was sitting there, half a glass of wine.

You didn't ask her what happened?

I texted her, but she never responded.

You can look at my phone if you need to.

Yeah, that-that'd be great.

Thank-thank you.

Could you walk me through your night,

before you came home?

I was piloting a flight coming in from Heathrow.

I got stuck in traffic most of the way back here.

-Which airport? -JFK.

I already told the officer all of this.

I know. I'm sorry to make you go through all of this again.

I... I'm just trying to get a lay of the land.

Now, what time did you land at JFK?

[exhales] I touched down at 7:25 p.m.

By the time I made it home, it was well past 8:00.

My daughter came home around the same time.

And then Zoe found her and,

uh... I called the police.

Hmm.

Caleb, I got to ask. I have to.

How were things with your marriage?

We were solid. I mean...

Not perfect, but who is?

What do you mean by that?

No, it's just what you said, I mean, I...

I-I'm gone too much and s-sh... she works too much.

Sometimes it's just hard to connect.

Two ships passing in the night,

start feeling like you're roommates.

Is there anyone else we should know about?

What do you mean?

Do you have a woman on the side?

No.

-[phone buzzes] -It's no judgment.

You're a pilot, you travel a lot. People get lonely.

Our marriage was strong.

You just told me your marriage was solid.

Now you're saying it's strong. Which one is it?

There's no one else. I love my wife.

[phone buzzes]

Can I, can I just take a minute?

I'm getting calls and texts from our entire family.

My mom always hated him.

She didn't have a problem saying so.

[sniffles]

How long was he your boyfriend?

Almost eight months.

Yeah? What's his name?

-Nate Fischer. -Nate Fischer.

Okay.

All right, so, uh,

you and your mother get into a fight about Nate

yesterday morning.

Is there any chance that he had something to do with this?

-No. -No?

I mean, if your mother was in the way...

He wouldn't. Besides, he's in Tampa

visiting his grandmother until next week.

Okay, so, you guys get into an argument, and then,

you don't talk or text for the rest of the day?

I said some really stupid things to her.

-Really mean things. [sniffles] -Okay.

It's okay. Take a breath.

Take your time. No rush, okay?

-[exhales] -Okay?

The, uh, the front door. Does anybody else have a key

-besides you and your father? -No.

No. What about this gate?

It works with a fob.

Everyone in the family has their own.

-It was my mom's idea. -CAITLYN: Where is she?

Zoe!

Oh, Zoe. Oh, my God. Oh, my God, no.

[crying]: Oh, no.

SAM: I know this is rough, Caitlyn,

but what was your relationship to Donna?

I've been, uh, Donna's best friend since college.

I'm Zoe's godmother. [sighs]

I can't believe she had to find her mother like that.

SAM: You say you were her best friend.

Did she confide in you?

-Anything about her marriage? -Of course.

I mean, they've definitely had their ups and downs.

Such as?

Uh, well, the biggest thing was that, uh,

Caleb struggled with alcohol, but he's been sober for years.

And during that struggle, was Donna seeing anyone?

No. No, no. Donna wouldn't do that.

Okay, when's the last time you spoke to her?

She called me yesterday, about 2:00 p.m.

I, uh, I didn't answer.

Sorry, um...

The last time we actually spoke was, uh,

was five days... five weeks ago.

NICK: Is that, um, is that normal

for you guys, to not speak for that long?

No. No, we had, we had a...

had a pretty bad argument.

Just needed some space from her opinions about my life.

It was just such a stupid fight.

I thought we'd have time to fix it.

You mind giving me the details about the fight?

I've been seeing someone for the past ten months,

and Donna thought that we were moving too fast.

What's his name?

Uh, Vincent Ggiata. He's an art dealer.

Works mostly out of Europe.

NICK: You guys engaged? How long?

Um, yeah.

Five weeks.

Donna was the first person I called.

I assumed she would just be happy for me, but she wasn't.

Why not?

Donna always had some sort of issue

with anyone I brought her around.

It was out of love, of course.

I mean, she-she was very protective.

It sounds like a little controlling, too.

Yeah. Yeah, she could be a little controlling.

NICK: Daughter's got a boyfriend,

who's a suspect, by the way.

-Mm-hmm. -Thanks, guys.

Anyway, uh, the mother does not like this kid

and has no problem being vocal about it.

Okay, so, it sounds like the mom's a meddler.

Well, people like to get in other people's business

'cause they don't want to look at their own problems.

Imagine that.

You saying I'm a meddler?

-Yeah, you meddle. A lot. -No, I do not meddle.

Okay? I offer counsel and advice to my big, lonely friends, okay?

Think you better sweep your own front porch first.

Okay?

Something's going on with you.

You don't have to tell me, but I can tell.

If you want to talk, I'll listen.

That's very kind of you.

No, thank you, Mack, that's all I need.

Okay, uh, Zoe's boyfriend's alibi checked out.

He's still in Tampa with his family.

I'm thinking about the husband.

Should we bring him in?

No, I think we should wait till we have something more solid.

-Like a murder weapon? -Maybe.

ROBYN: I understand.

Yeah, I can hear you getting worked up over there,

and I just wanted to say that, you know,

that's not gonna end well for either one of us, so...

No, I-I'm not looking for the scheduled arrival time,

and I don't need the block time.

What I need is the exact moment

your pilot stepped off of that plane.

Caleb Isom. I-S-O-M.

Excellent. Thank you.

I appreciate your time.

-Who is it? -That was an overworked flight coordinator.

So, Donna's husband deplaned at 6:38 p.m.

What time did he tell you?

Said he touched down at 7:25 p.m.

-Not good, Caleb. -ROBYN: Yeah.

It's time we brought him in.

You're a liar.

And you lied to a federal agent.

You knew exactly what time you touched down.

Oh, I misspoke. [stammers]

Listen, we were scheduled to land at...

You didn't misspeak. You lied.

You got off that plane at 6:38 p.m.

The commute from JFK to Crown Heights

-is, what, 40 minutes? -NICK: 50 minutes.

With traffic, okay? Still does not explain

why your daughter sees you coming home at 8:45.

SAM: 8:45.

And you didn't call it in until 9:01 p.m.

See, I'm not good at math, but that's, like,

90 minutes unaccounted for.

That's not good for you.

Where'd you go after you landed, Caleb?

You know what I think?

I think you got home, your wife challenged you,

you assaulted her and killed her.

What? This is... That's absurd.

NICK: I get it, all right?

Look, it must be very difficult.

She's a professional interrogator.

Okay? You can't lie to her.

Right? You-you-you sleep with some stewardess or something,

she knows the lady's name before you walk in the door.

No. No, that's not what this is.

SAM: She had you dead to rights.

Things went too far.

And you killed her. Now she's dead.

Huh? She's laying there in a pool of blood.

What happened? You panicked?

Left the house, got cleaned up,

came back like it never happened, right?

Like I said, all right, all of this makes sense, okay?

-It makes sense. -[sighs]: No.

The one part I don't understand, though,

is how you could let your daughter

walk in there and see her like this.

Stop! That's enough.

You're wrong.

You're wasting your time with this.

Yes, I lied.

Yeah, we know. Why?

Because I'm an alcoholic.

I've been sober 11 years.

Until two months ago.

You want to know where I was for those 90 minutes?

I was at a bar, on Rockaway Boulevard.

Okay, so, why'd you lie to us?

[sniffles]

Because while I was enjoying my third whiskey,

my wife was getting beaten to death.

How do I live with that, huh?

How do I tell my daughter that?

ADDY: There. Let that play?

Okay.

Saul gets up to use the bathroom.

WYATT: She keeps looking across the street.

She's locked in on something.

Or someone.

Gets up in a hurry, and she leaves

heading right toward...

What is across the street?

Just nonstop construction.

[jackhammer thudding]

-Sir? Got a minute? -Hey!

What do you need?

Hey, watch the... Mikey! The gas line!

We're federal agents. Were you here yesterday?

Yeah, who wants to know?

WYATT: You recognize this woman?

I don't think so.

Look a little closer, please.

She was at that restaurant across the street

and then she walked over here.

Yeah, yeah, um, she came up on us yesterday,

she was asking about one of my guys.

-She was pissed. -Who was she asking about?

Hey, look, I don't want to get involved with none of this.

You see this woman?

She was found murdered last night,

so I'd appreciate your help.

-For real? -For real.

Damn.

Guy's name was Brad Skinner.

But she called him by a different name.

-What name? -I can't remember.

But he took off as soon as he saw her.

Thought she was, like, a crazy ex-girlfriend. Who knows?

-Is Skinner here today? -No, he didn't show.

But it happens all the time. Nobody wants to work anymore.

All right, we're gonna need all the information you have on him.

It's not much. I paid the guy cash.

You know, off the books. Half my crew's like that.

What do you have?

Um...

I took the guy home once after a late shift.

I have his location in my maps.

Uh, just give me a second.

[line ringing]

Yeah, hey, Robyn, we got a name.

Brad Skinner.

Hold for address.

[quiet chatter]

[laughs softly]

Easy.

[humming softly]

♪♪

Beautiful.

Ding.

Nice.

[Sid panting]

NICK: Hey. What's up?

Hey. We have a new name.

Brad Skinner. Has that come up on your end?

No. Never heard of Brad Skinner.

Well, apparently, Donna approached "Brad Skinner,"

calling him by a different name, and the guy took off.

What-what different name?

-It's unclear. -Okay.

I'll have Addy and Wyatt run down a "Brad Skinner."

Okay, well... anything on the husband's alibi?

Yeah, uh, checked out. He was at a bar in Rockaway.

Staff confirmed it, Sam's with him now.

-Okay, well, we can take Caleb off the board. -Yeah.

You know...

We kind of went at the guy pretty heavy.

Yeah, and you cleared him, right?

I know. Didn't feel good.

You were doing your job, Nick.

I know, I know, but the guy just falls off the wagon,

comes home, his wife's gone,

his daughter's got to find the wife a bloody mess.

I mean, it's just, the whole family's o-obliterated.

Hmm.

Are you okay?

[chuckles]: Yeah. Yeah.

I, uh, I love my job, I love your dog.

I love you.

Um, I'm going back to work.

We still need that murder weapon.

Sam's on it.

SAM: These photos were taken this morning.

Want you to go through these...

...try to see if you can tell if anything's missing.

Um...

Oh, there's a sculpture missing here.

Someone gave it to us for our wedding.

We hated it, but we kept it.

SAM: Is this sculpture heavy?

Yeah. U-Uh...

It's round. I don't know, kind of looks like this.

Hey, Mack, it's Nick.

Um, we got a possible murder weapon.

Heavy sculpture, round in shape.

Check every dumpster, uh, every trash can

within a five-block radius and get back to me soon, okay?

All right? Thanks.

[phone buzzes]

-SEAN: Hey, Robyn. -Where are you?

I'm at the house.

I got a Jamaican beef patty.

The lady gave me an extra. She said I looked underfed.

Don't forget,

they do not have Jamaican in prison.

Did you do your job?

I got the records from the back gate.

Okay, so, we're looking for yesterday,

between 6:00 p.m. and 9:01 p.m., the time of the murder.

What do you see?

Well, there was only one key fob entry

on the night of the murder.

And whose is it?

It says "Caitlyn"? Who's that?

[sighs]

Donna's best friend.

♪♪

[lock beeps]

Federal agents. We have a warrant.

Caitlyn?

Caitlyn Santos?

Federal agents. Open up.

ADDY: Brad Skinner?

WYATT: Brad Skinner!

NICK: Caitlyn?

Looks like she was packing. Maybe she left in a hurry.

-Clear! -Clear.

Clear. She's not here.

She could be at the grocery store.

SAM: She could be on the run.

I'll get Sean to send out a BOLO.

Oh, yeah, Gucci, Ferragamo.

How does a construction worker pay for that?

Our victim sees Brad Skinner,

then she is dead that night.

What is the connection?

WYATT: Not sure, but I think I know why Donna

was calling him by another name.

There must be 20 cards in here, all different aliases.

Hey, I found a receipt for an engagement ring.

Call Nick.

[phone buzzing]

NICK: Milkie, what'd you find?

A lot. Stuff this guy can't afford.

He's using fake credit cards to buy all of it.

Designer clothes, shoes.

Even a Tiffany's engagement ring.

NICK: Think Caitlyn was wearing a Tiffany's solitaire

-when we talked to her this morning. -SAM: Oh, she definitely was.

You could see it from outer space.

Whoa, whoa, check this out.

She's wearing it in this picture, too.

Okay, so, that means Brad Skinner...

-...is Caitlyn's fiancé Vincent. -NICK: Hmm.

Vincent is Brad, Brad is Vincent.

Construction worker by day, art dealer by night.

Exactly. NYPD found the murder weapon

in a gas station dumpster three blocks from the scene.

They were able to pull the prints,

and our killer's name... his real name... is Jeremy Noles.

NICK: Jeremy Noles? I mean, this guy's

-playing more parts than Peter Sellers. -Who?

Peter Sell... you've never seen Dr. Strangelove?

I saw Doctor Strange.

-Kubrick? You know... what? -ROBYN: Nick.

Film history's down the hall.

-NICK: Go. Sorry. -All right, Noles

has a record going back to when he was a kid.

He developed obsessive fixations on women

which escalated over time, so stalking,

which then precipitated restraining orders.

-And now murder. -Yeah. This is a very sick man.

So, we pulled security from Caitlyn's building.

Two hours ago, she drove out of the garage with Jeremy.

BOLO's already out on the car.

SAM: She's smiling.

She has no idea what this guy did to Donna.

No. And I think if she finds out,

he's gonna kill her, probably kill himself.

Well, it gets worse.

Than a murder-suicide? How?

Well, not worse, just more stuff.

I ran those credit cards.

Charges all over the place near Caitlyn's,

going back 14 months.

-You said they dated for ten? -Yeah, well,

that's because he was studying her.

He was studying her habits, her patterns, and that way,

he could create a persona that would check every box.

SAM: But he wasn't prepared for Donna.

She sniffed him out.

When she saw him as Brad Skinner, he knew he was cooked.

NICK: Okay, so, he takes the fob from Caitlyn,

goes over there, maybe they have a conversation,

doesn't go well, she runs up the stairs, he follows.

He grabs the sculpture,

she gets to the weapon,

just not in time.

-And he kills her. Massacre. -[phone chimes]

911 dispatch flagged something.

Caller saw a couple fighting in a car,

the woman tried to get out,

but the guy pulled her back in and drove off.

The car description matches Caitlyn's.

Okay. All right, we have to assume

that she's figured it out, so I want you guys

to head out in that direction.

Addy and Wyatt will meet you there.

We're gonna narrow down the location.

♪ I cried a tear... ♪

JEREMY: It's really too bad, Caitlyn.

I wanted to make this work.

But you and your friend really messed things up.

♪ You... ♪

At least this way, we'll be together forever.

♪ Each day you're away... ♪

-ZOE [over phone]: Hello? -Hey, Zoe,

it's Agent Nick Schaeffer, I'm with my partner Sam here.

Uh, we need your help.

If this has anything to do with my dad,

-you can go to hell. -That's fair.

That's totally fair, but listen to me, your aunt Caitlyn,

she might be in a little bit of trouble.

Wait, what do you mean?

Nothing that we can't handle, with your help.

Okay.

-Yeah, I can help. -Great. Okay.

Just tell me, did she ever mention a place in Queens?

Something that her and her fiancé discussed?

Someplace they liked to go together,

something that he might've mentioned?

Something in Queens. Anything come to mind?

There was this listing Vincent sent her.

Some crunchy-ass building he was obsessed with.

Remember anything about the building itself,

like what it looked like, or...

The pictures had a ton of exposed bricks,

some busted-out windows.

Oh, it had this thing that looked like a huge chimney.

Smokestack. Maspeth.

Okay, Zoe, thank you very much. You're a rock star.

[engine revs]

♪♪

[siren wailing]

ROBYN: We found a building in Maspeth

leased to one of Jeremy's aliases, Vincent Ggiada.

NYPD has already established a perimeter.

Based on the 911 flag, we believe Jeremy

is holding Caitlyn inside.

Whatever you do, however you do it,

we have to assume that Caitlyn is in the building

and in danger.

-Do you copy? -SAM: Copy. Over.

-She right? -ADDY: Yeah. NYPD clocked them going in.

-He's in there. -All right, what do you got?

All right, we got a wide-open interior.

There's no way inside without being spotted.

And a blind breach would be a death sentence for Caitlyn.

Okay, so, what? We got to draw him out.

We need him right here.

We need bait.

It's got to be me.

You... no. No, no, no, no.

All right, you don't have any experience

with hostage negotiation, respectfully.

Yeah, I also don't have a penis.

This guy's a predator, Addy.

Yeah. He covets women.

He's not gonna listen to any one of you. You're all a threat.

He's gonna want sympathy from me.

Trust me.

She's right, right? She's right. When she's right, she's right.

Right?

-Mm-hmm. -Huh?

All right, Wyatt, you take overwatch.

You get a clear shot, you take it.

Nick and I will try to get inside

without being spotted. Addy?

Let's move.

All right, look at me.

ADDY: Yeah, yeah, yeah. One piece. I got it.

♪♪

Do you have any idea what I would do for you?

Yeah. I do, I do.

No, no, you're looking at me like I'm a monster.

[music stops]

ADDY: Jeremy Noles. Federal agent.

-Come on out. Let's talk. -Who?

[panting]

[muttering]: Get up.

Jeremy Noles?

Federal Agent Addy Ross.

Come on out, let's talk.

Don't come any closer.

Okay, I won't.

But I need to see you both to make sure you're okay.

JEREMY: She's fine.

Can I see her?

Right now, it's just the two of us talking,

and I want to keep it that way,

but I need to know that Caitlyn is okay.

WYATT: Contact.

Front entrance. He's using her as cover.

SAM: All right, copy. Hold the shot.

We're working on the lock.

If this goes south, Wyatt, remember plan B.

[lock clicks]

Jeremy, why are you doing this?

How do you know my name?

ADDY: Because I've read about you.

[over radio]: Now, I know you had a hard life

and that your father wasn't a good man.

But I know that that's not you.

I mean, t-that's why I want to help you.

[laughs]: You don't, you don't know.

Jeremy, just put down the gun. Put down the gun...

That is close enough.

What'd you say your name was again?

Addy.

Okay, Addy. Um...

Why don't you toss your gun over here, right?

If we... we're just talking, then you're not gonna need it.

I said toss your gun, or I'm gonna kill her.

[Caitlyn whimpering]

ADDY: I'm trusting you, Jeremy.

I know you're not a dangerous man.

I know you didn't want it to go like this.

I have no clear shot.

You're not gonna hurt the woman you love.

You're not that kind of person.

That's not what she thinks.

ADDY: You know, it... you can, you can still fix things,

and it starts with putting that gun down.

No, I know what you're trying to do.

You're trying to manipulate me.

No. You need to leave.

-Now. -I-I, I am not leaving you.

I am with you, Jeremy. I will stay with you

as long as you need tonight.

Don't lie to me, bitch.

You think I'm stupid?

Still no shot.

Addy, move slowly to your right.

You think I'm stupid?

WYATT: Nick, Sam?

We're moving to plan B.

[Caitlyn yelping]

-Go, go, go, go. -ADDY: Take her, take her.

[grunts]

Don't move.

-Stop moving. -[handcuffs click]

You good?

NICK [over radio]: Good work, Addy.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[siren whoops, wails]

♪♪

If you're here to tell me something comforting,

I'd rather not hear it.

If I had just listened to Donna, she might still be here.

If I hadn't been so desperate, so weak.

Stop.

It's easy to believe the men we love.

That's not weakness, that's...

...just being human.

I can't believe it.

He was in our house. He met our daughter. It...

It's a lot to process.

Caleb. One more thing.

The coroner came back with a time of death.

Donna was gone before your plane even landed.

There was nothing you could do.

[exhales]

Thank you for telling me.

I wish you and Zoe the best.

You're a good man.

I'll try to be.

Hey, Zoe.

Your father will be out in a minute.

He's just finishing up with my boss, okay?

Mind if I sit down?

Sure.

[sighs]

Can I get you anything?

-Uh, no, I'm good, thanks. -Okay.

You, uh, you thinking about

that argument you had with your mother?

Yeah.

Yeah. I understand.

No, I do. I, um...

I was in an argument with my father when he passed away.

I-I don't remember what the argument was about.

You know, something stupid, but...

what I do remember is walking out of our house

during Sunday dinner.

You know?

And then, that next Tuesday, he was gone.

Just one more day. That's all I needed, right?

Just one more day, and we would've gotten through it

like we always did.

But I didn't get that,

so, uh, I just, I had to live with it

for-for a very long time.

Till finally, years later, I realized

it was just a moment.

Just a moment, like a million other moments.

It had nothing to do with how much we loved each other,

how much we meant to one another, you know?

That's what's important, okay?

That's what you hold onto.

Zoe.

Thank you.

Yeah, yeah.

[Nick clears throat]

[Sam exhales]

♪ At the dark end ♪

♪ Of the street ♪

♪ That's where we always meet ♪

♪ Hiding in shadows ♪

♪ Where we don't belong... ♪

NICK: Yo.

[clicks tongue]

♪ To hide our wrong ♪

♪ You and me ♪

-Thanks for coming. -[Sam chuckles]

♪ At the dark end... ♪

Yeah. Hey, uh, I ordered you a scotch.

-So, what's going on, Nick? -[clears throat]

Okay, uh...

I'm gonna, I'm gonna tell you this thing.

Uh, you don't gotta say anything.

All right?

I'd actually prefer it if you don't say anything.

Okay. So, I had a-a partner when I was with the NYPD.

Guy named Mike Sloss, right?

As good as it gets. Cop's cop.

The best, okay? Everybody loved this guy.

All right? Like my brother.

His kids like my kids. You understand what I'm saying?

He, um...

He got caught doing something really stupid.

Okay? We were on a task force taking down trap houses,

and he was, uh, he was skimming off the top a little bit...

Not a little bit, a lot.

Anyway, he's got, um,

he's got three months left on a two-year bid.

-So, he's coming home soon. -No, he's not coming home.

Okay? They're trying to build this major case against the guy.

I don't know the contours, but for all I know...

-You got hit with a federal... -I got hit.

They're calling me. Which I don't care about.

I don't care about that, okay?

What I care about is his wife calling me three times today.

Okay? Having a panic attack.

Having a nervous breakdown. What do I say?

-What do I say to the wife? -Did you know?

[chuckles] I did not.

I did not know, because he kept it from me.

He knew that I did not get down like that.

-But that's the right question. -I-I'm not asking.

No, no, no. I'm saying it. I'm saying it.

I'm asking it: how do I not know?

We share a brain, and I missed it.

No. Listen, okay?

There's got to be a part of me

that knew what was going on... knew something was going on...

and that same part of me

kept my mouth shut.

Okay? It said, "You know what?

That's a grown man's business. It's got nothing to do with me."

Meanwhile, his wife Elena now is alone.

All right? No pension.

Kids got no father. It is a...

-giant... A tragedy. -Time-out.

-Time-out, time-out, time-out, time-out. -Yeah.

Listen, Nick...

[chuckles]

We take care of children.

We can't take care of grown men.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know.

You had a right to know, now you know.

I mean, I appreciate you telling me.

I mean, whatever you need, I'm here.

-All right? -I think, I think I need more of this.

We can do that, too. Okay?

Yeah? [clears throat]

-Let me ask you this very serious question. -Okay.

Do you want to drink tonight?

'Cause it's on me. You want to drink?

SAM: If you want to drink, I'm letting you know,

I'm going off that top shelf, so if you can't reach it,

-you let me know. All right? -Wow.

I open up to you and you take a shot like that?

-Very callous. -Uh, I mean,

the joke was just sitting there.

-All right? -I would've done the same thing.

-Ah... thank you. -♪ Of the street. ♪

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