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♪ I've been watching ♪

Wow.

♪ All of my past repeating ♪

♪ There's no ending ♪

♪ And when I stop pretending ♪

♪ See you standing ♪

♪ Facing ♪

♪ All mirrors are erasing ♪

♪ Losing beauty ♪

♪ At least at times it knew me ♪

♪ At least at times it knew me ♪

I missed you.

Nick.

♪ At least at times it knew me ♪

[thudding]

[door creaks open]

[eerie breathing echoes]

[thudding]

[shrieks]

[gasps]

[exhales]

NANCY:
Either Dead Lucy really wants me

to check out what's in here

or she's got
some pretty strong opinions

about my love life.

♪ ♪

Mom was Lucy Sable's
guidance counselor?

[buzzing]

Dad.

Hey, you.

It's so good to see you.

Yeah, you, too.

[handcuffs click]

You okay?

Yeah. I'm okay.

We're gonna get you out of here.
It's just, uh...

All that stuff that I wrote
in my journal, it was just...

They-they were just theories,
and they were wrong.

And I am gonna fix this.

Hey. I promise you,
I will fix it, because...

Hey, hey. Can we just...

Can we take a minute?

I'm happy you're here.

How are you?

You look tired.

I found a box of Mom's old files

underneath the staircase.

She was a guidance counselor
at Keene High?

She never told me that.

Old history, I guess.

It was while she was getting
her master's.

She had a folder for Lucy Sable.

But it was empty.

Do you know why?

No.

I don't.

Your mom was meticulous
with her files.

It's just I think
that whatever was supposed to be

in that folder could lead us
to Lucy's real killer.

Maybe there was something

incriminating
in Lucy's transcript.

Something that the Hudsons
wanted gone. Is there any chance

that they could've gotten access
to Mom's stuff?

Your mom and I
shared a home office.

Everett came to see me there
occasionally.

Maybe he took it. If he did,

he would've destroyed it.

I don't want you
getting involved.

Okay.

Then you get involved.

Fight this.
Tell the cops

that it was the Hudsons
who sent you to the cliffs

the night Lucy died.

I can't prove that.

It would be their word
against mine,

and my prints are on the knife.

You know that they
could've paid somebody

to plant your prints. Or maybe

I did stumble across the knife
that night, and I just...

I forgot about it
in all the confusion. Dad,

stop second-guessing
your memory.

We have to find the person
that actually did do this

so that we can get you
out of here.

Please.

Let this go.

You know me better than that.

♪ ♪

Hey, Owen.

Uh, give me a call back.

I'm working on this
"two birds, one stone" thing

with my dad,

and, also, I was
thinking of you.

Glad I'm not the only one
who was running late.

I didn't see Ace's car in
the parking lot, either.

He's fishing with his dad,
and George is in a meeting.

So we have a minute,
which is good,

because I need to clear
my throat chakra.

Some sort of disturbance
in the Force?

No, Owen called.

I'm having lunch
with Aunt Diana today.

Going full Marvin.
Congratulations.

I know.
[chuckles]

It's exactly how
I manifested it.

Unless I totally blow it.

I-I could totally blow it.

I-I... Aren't you in by
virtue of DNA?

No. Genetics gets you
through the door.

It's not like we were doing well

before the rich
lady was murdered.

All right, well,
have you seen the sales

from the last two weeks?

It's a Band-Aid
on a fire hydrant.

Dawn, I can fix this.

I'm putting The Bayside Claw
on the market.

What?

MAN: You're still working
at J. Dodd's and living there?

Yeah. I like the commute.

Mm-hmm. Well,
you got your GED.

You got options.

And here's the good news.

This is the last time you're
gonna have to hear me say that.

We have reached

the end of our court-ordered
counseling sessions.

After today, you're on your own.

So...

What is it you want?

What if... I don't know, Keenan?

Well, I hear Florida's nice.

No. I'm not ready to
face my family yet.

My parents are teachers,

and my cousins
are in med school.

And I'm the guy

who spent two years in prison.

If you don't quit looking
in the rearview mirror,

you'll never change that.

[bell jingles]
What... [sighs]

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Wait, seriously?

We'll be waterfront condos
by then.

Mr. Hudson, you need
to help my father.

I have no idea
what you're talking about,

though I admire your
allergy to pleasantries.

My father's in jail because of
the money you wired him

to clean up Lucy Sable's murder.

Never hired Carson to
clean up a crime scene.

You and I both know
he didn't do it.

You have the leverage
to get him out of there.

A phone call to a judge

or the state police
is all it would take.

Perhaps.

You want something in return.

Owen Marvin thinks I
had something to do

with his Uncle Sebastian's
death on the Bonny Scot.

He's spreading rumors

that some artifacts from
the ship have resurfaced.

But since the Bonny Scot's
cargo sank along with her,

anything he has is counterfeit.

Still, I can't have him
slandering my family

by suggesting we've been
engaged in insurance fraud.

Not to mention murder.

I mean, the ship went down
with her crew, right?

It was a tragic accident.

Find out what Owen
thinks he has.

Don't you have people

that usually do
this kind of stuff for you?

Yes, I do. And he's in jail.

You want my help getting him out
or not?

You know your way out.

[eerie breathing echoes]

[liquid dripping]

[sighs]

LISBETH:
So, you said your house is on this street?

BESS:
I said my residence was.

Voilà.

Home sweet home.

[dings]
BESS: Oh, I stole those.

Yeah, when-when I get anxious,
I get klepto.

Oh, don't arrest me.

For what?

Definitely did not just hear you
admit to petty theft.

Tell me everything.

Okay. I grew up
in Tower Hamlets,

a rough neighborhood
in East London.

That's where my dad's from.

You don't have an accent. Oh, no.

That does not go with the future
I'm manifesting for myself.

Or maybe it's an opportunity
to embrace authenticity.

I'm kind of a fan
of the Brits, myself.

[British accent]:
Are you sure?

[exhales]
Oh, yeah.
[chuckles]

[laughs]

So, when did you leave London?

A year ago.

I came here to be an Au pair
for a family in New Hampshire.

But I got fired...

for stealing.

And...

now I can't go back.

My visa ran out
a few months ago.

But I'm hoping, with
the Marvins' influence,

they can get me a green card...

if all goes well today.

Hey. It will.

Okay?

You can get through lunch
with Diana.

[chuckles]

And as for me accepting you,

that ship has totally sailed.

GEORGE: You said,
if I ever needed something,

you would help me, right?

Right.

Will you help The Claw for me?

It's going under,
and it's the only thing I have

paying my family's rent.

Look, I have plans to bring
a new business,

but I can't do that if they turn
this place into condos.

Why don't you just get a job
somewhere else? Not an option.

Between me and my mom,
other restaurants

aren't exactly fans of the Fans.

And neither is any other
place in town, really.

Well... No, look.

We just need $40,000 to catch up
with payroll and overdue bills.

Then we can keep the lights on
for the next few months,

while I get
this place going again.

Look, and we'll pay you back,
with interest.

I wish that I could, but I'm-I'm
working through some stuff

with my family right now.

I'm sorry.

Hey. How goes
"Making a Marvin"?

Trying not to freak out.

[British accent]:
Failing.

It's nice to hear the real you.

Yeah, I'm giving her a go.

Hey, is there any chance
Owen's gonna be at this lunch?

He's not returning my calls.

Why do you need him?

Everett Hudson
wanted me to find out

if Owen has anything on him.

He claims he'll help get my
dad out of jail in return.

I'm not gonna sell out Owen.

I just think it could be helpful

if Everett thinks that I am willing to.
Devious.

I like it.

Yeah, we should ask Owen
for help.

You know, I actually keep
a running tab

on the Marvins at all times.

Not in a stalker way.

I had to know
exactly where they were

in order to avoid them
before I could present myself.

Yeah, I'm, like,
a reverse stalker.

When it comes to following

people around without their
knowledge or consent,

I am somewhat of a
repeat offender.

This is true.

Okay, so Owen should be
having his weekly trim.

Done in 15 minutes.

I'll drive.

Okay.

♪ ♪

[line ringing]

[cell phone ringing]

BESS:
Guess he's not endgame

after all.

I am only disappointed
because of the task at hand.

Yeah. You keep
telling yourself that.

♪ ♪

Why are you ducking my calls?

Yeah. Is it
another girl?

Oh, how could you put me
in the middle of this, Owen? No,

no other girls but you two.

Bess, I thought
you'd be getting ready

for lunch with Diana.
No.

I have exactly one hour,

six minutes and 52 seconds.

And I'm British, by the way.

Okay.
Is this about the Bonny Scot?

This is why I've
been avoiding you, Nancy.

It's impossible
to keep anything from you.

Come on, follow me.

[knocking]

Bashiir?

I'm Owen. We spoke
on the phone earlier.

You didn't mention
bringing others.

Uh, sorry.

Uh, these two are habitual
party crashers, but...

they're on our side.

[chain sliding, clacking]

Bess, Nancy, this is Bashiir,

sole survivor of the Bonny Scot.

My family had a lobster-fishing
business in Mogadishu.

The warlords seized it...

and killed my parents.

I fled.

So sorry.

[chuckles wryly]

I met a man, Gabriel,
who could get me on a ship

to the U.S.

I paid him everything I had.

Gabriel was one of my Uncle
Sebastian's partners in Turkey.

He told me about Bashiir.
I stowed away

aboard the Bonny Scott
when it was docked in Istanbul.

It wasn't hard to hide.

The shipping containers
were empty.

Because the cargo never
made it on board the Bonny Scot.

What happened
the night she sank?

I don't like reliving it.

OWEN:
Please.

I just want to know what
happened to my uncle.

I snuck up to the top deck
to look at the stars,

and a bomb exploded below deck.

How did you know
that it was a bomb?

From the war.

I know the sound.

I was able to get
to the life raft.

I was the only one.

The fishing boat found me.

They asked me
where to drop me off.

I didn't know.

The crew on the Bonny Scot

talked about this place,
Horseshoe Bay,

so I just said that.

And... and you've been here
ever since?

My plan was

to claim asylum once I got here.

But I was afraid
to come forward.

I thought the authorities
wouldn't believe me.

Or worse, they'd blame me.

Why would they blame you?

Because of where I'm from.

People sometimes suspect
the worst

when they hear
the words "Somali"

or "undocumented."

Maybe...

we can help you with
your immigration status.

OWEN:
If you can tell people

what really happened.

Look, I know
I should go to the police.

I know that.

But... I don't want
to have to leave.

I've made a good life
fishing here.

You ask me to risk
everything I have.

I'm-I'm sorry.

I cannot do it.

NANCY:
Bashiir.

How did you get
these water stains?

You all have to go now.

Please.

We're gonna help him, right?

He'd make it easier
if he were willing

to come forward
with his testimony.

We should help him anyway.

We're the good guys.

And...

I know what it feels like

to come here,
try and make a life,

terrified that one day
you'll be forced to leave.

[cell phone chimes]

[Bess sighs]

I'm gonna be late for lunch.

But I will grab a Lyft...

and let you two talk.

So you were never gonna tell
me you found a survivor?

Was I supposed to?

I care about getting justice
for the Bonny Scot, too.

Yeah, I know. But you've got
your own stuff going on.

I think my dad being in jail
qualifies

as more than just "stuff."

Absolutely.

And it deserves
that insanely reckless,

singularly focused drive
that makes you great.

Oof. Why doesn't that feel
like a compliment?

It's recognition.

We both go after what we want,
and we usually get it,

even if it means other things
fall by the wayside.

Other people, too.

[door opens, footsteps approach]

Ah...

I live for your tuna melts.

[chuckles]
Pretty sad.

Also, I'm sorry, but...

you have to pay
for your food now.

Everything okay?

The Claw's in some serious
financial trouble.

I'm sorry.

I know how important
this job is to you.

It's not just a job.

My grandparents supplied
the fish for The Claw

until my mom messed that up.

Dawn didn't hold that
against me.

When my mom couldn't feed us,
they always did.

I carved my name into every
single one of these tables.

I mean, this place is more
of a home than my actual home.

Sorry to get all gross about it.

No, don't be sorry.

Hey...

I've never had a connection
to anything like that.

How you gonna save this place?

I have ideas
for next summer, but...

we're a seafood restaurant
and a vacation town,

and it's off-season, so...

Maybe... have a party.

Hmm? Remind
the locals

lobster's good all year.

"Still Summer at The Bayside Claw."

I'll help.

[chuckles softly]

Can't pay you.

No. I could
use a project.

You know, plus...

I work for tuna melts.

[laughs]

Yeah, you got
some real problems.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

DIANA:
Your mother was a rebellious spirit.

Pity she kept you from us.

There's a place for you
in this family, Bess,

should you want it.

I do. I do.

I mean...

that would be wonderful.

Of course, being a Marvin means
doing things the Marvin way.

Is there any other way?

Well, you can help
with the family business, too.

Mergers and acquisitions.

I do like buying things.

Bess, I want you to have lunch
with Amaya Alston,

heiress to the largest
precious minerals distributor

in North America.

I would love to meet her. We've been wanting

to get into business
with the Alstons for years.

And she's about your age,

so you'd have plenty
to talk about.

And I think

you'd like her a lot.

Are you worried

about your girlfriend, Lisbeth?

Don't be.

My hope is...

that Amaya will simply become
a mentor to you

in the world of business.

And as for Lisbeth,
well, there's no issue

with having fun
with the drivers, bodyguards,

pool boys or girls.

Your mother certainly did.

But... Marvins
don't marry drivers.

Bess,

clear you schedule for dinner
tomorrow night.

[bells jingle]

GEORGE:
Hey, hey, hey,

where did those come from?
We can't afford that.

Moonstone Castle Brewery
donated 'em.

I convinced 'em to do
a cross-promotional thing.

Acceptable.

[sighs]

[laughs]

Want to add your name?

Really?

You earned it.

But just one.

Okay.

Huh.

Hey.

Use this.

[grunts]

[bells jingle]

Whoa. What's all of... Ow. Ow.

...um, this?

- GEORGE: Hey.
- Hey.

I'm gonna go check
on the clam delivery.

Uh...

"Still Summer at the Bayside Claw."

Yeah, George's big event
to get in more traffic.

Well, we could certainly use it.
[sighs]

You okay?

Am I a bad person?

No.

Where is this coming from?

Everett Hudson offered to
help get my dad out of jail.

In exchange for...? Spying on Owen and seeing

if he has any leads
on the Bonny Scot.

And I'm guessing he does. He found a survivor, Nick.

This guy Bashiir... he stowed
away on the Bonny Scot,

and he escaped as it sank.

And before you say anything,

I'm not gonna give
him to Everett.

I'm not a monster.

No, you're not.
Just... selfish and cutthroat

and willing to step over
anybody to get what I want.

Why are you beating yourself up
if you're not gonna do it?

You're thinking about doing it?

I don't want Bashiir
to get hurt.

Okay. And if he didn't get hurt?

If you went to Everett and you
negotiated a scenario where

Bashiir is safe
and your dad is free?

Then the Hudsons get away with
murdering 12 innocent people.

A bad person
wouldn't care about that.

Maybe a good person

does their best to help
as many people as possible.

And I've seen your best, Nancy.

There is nothing like it.

Um... [clears throat]

What does...
what does Bashiir want?

He's really scared

of being deported, but
there's something else, too.

His apartment... it's-it's filled
with this oozing water damage.

But it smells like the sea.

It's not normal.

You mentioned Dead Lucy
left seawater behind,

and she died in the water.

Think he's being haunted?

I mean, he did survive
something horrific.

We should go and visit him.

And we should go right now.

Yep.
Okay.

All right,
200 clams ready to shuck.

[door closes, bells jingle]

Guess I'll just shuck myself.

Bashiir?

It's Nancy from before.

What the...?

Bashiir?

BASHIIR:
Help!

[Bashiir screaming]

Bashiir?

Bashiir? Bashiir?

Oh, my God, it's the Bonny Scot.

This must be what happened.

Help! Help!

I have to save them!
MAN: Hurry up!

[grunting]
Hurry up!

[people yelling]

[grunting]

[panicking yelling]

Oh, no.

[loud thud]

[yelling]

[yelling stops]
[exhales sharply]

Forgive me.

[water dripping]

Does this happen every night?

For the past three weeks.

Since our séance.

The Roman burial coins
must have woken up the ghosts

of the Bonny Scot'screw.

I've tried to stay at a hotel.

It happens everywhere I go.

It's because I-I...
I couldn't save them.

[crying]

Hey, hey, hey, I've...

I've made mistakes in my life.

And-and the guilt
has been so big that...

I thought it would crush me.

That shame doesn't
make things better.

It just stops you
from moving forward.

I want to move forward.

And I'm... I'm sure
that feels impossible

in your situation.

I know about being haunted.

Figuratively and...
literally.

So, if you feel

like you owe something
to these crew members,

then help us
get justice for them.

Will it make the hauntings stop?

I-I truly believe that it will.

Okay.

[sniffles]

Okay.

I want to show you something.

Oh, my God. Nick.

Are those...

bomb fragments? That's how I knew

the explosion was no accident.

I used this as a shield
when the fire broke out.

The bomb must have been hidden
inside that trunk.

So what do we do with it now?

RYAN: Why do you want to meet with me

when you already sat down
with my father?

I have something
to run past you.

Hypothetically,

if I were to give Everett
something on Owen Marvin,

do you think I could trust him?

If my father gave you
his word, yes.

But, Nancy,
it's not gonna end there.

If he wants dirt on Owen,
he's got professionals.

Why-why does he call
a college dropout?

I didn't drop out.
I never applied.

It's different.
And I went to him.

Only, it doesn't matter.

Well, I am out of options.

Unless, of course,
you would be willing to help.

[laughs]

I may have my issues
with my father,

but...

I know well enough

not to get involved
when he's in play.

[door closes, engine starts]

♪ Day after day... ♪

[bells jingle]

[song continues playing]

[scoffs]

Were you up all night?

Oh, I... I didn't know you
were gonna keep working.

You didn't ask.
You just left.

I'm good.

Are... we good?

Sure. I just have
a lot to get done.

Hey, don't push me away
just 'cause I want to help.

You call this helping?

I call it hiding behind
everyone else's problems.

You broke up with Nancy,

yet you drop everything
when she needs you.

No. We had to get
to this guy's place

before a certain time.
Mm-hmm.

And... he could help us
take down the Hudsons.

For Tiffany. Exactly.

You make everyone else
your project.

Look, you've got
a bunch of money.

Why don't you go find
a project of your own?

EVERETT:
Thanks for accepting

our invitation.
It's been too long.

Has it? And I was thinking

it could have been
a little bit longer.

Oh, man, I wish I still drank.

So, is this your ticket
to the Alston family?

She is darling.

Bess is so much more than that.

And it's good to keep family
close, what with someone

going after Tiffany's
poor little sister.

Dirty cop.
He'll pay for what he did.

I think you've paid him enough.

You don't think
your family has skeletons?

Ask your aunt about Mirror Bay.

Make no mistake,
if you come after us,

any destruction
will be mutually assured.

If you're done
threatening my nephew, Everett,

can you pass the salt?
[doorbell rings]

My soup is a bit bland.

[door opens]

I need to speak with Everett.

What are you
doing here? Nancy?

Uh...

You can step into my office.

Is this why

I haven't been able to
reach our new friend?

Everett's gonna
help free my dad.

What's going on here?

Owen found a survivor
of the Bonny Scot.

Let's get this sorted out.

Well, dinner is getting cold.

And so what if
there's a survivor?

He can prove that your family
sabotaged the Bonny Scot,

killing the crew
and my Uncle Sebastian

to keep the artifacts
for yourselves.

CELIA:
Are you accusing us

of murdering 12 people

for insurance money?

DIANA:
Her shocked and offended face.

She's been honing it
for decades.

Please. The payout
would have been pennies

compared to what we would have
made had Sebastian lived.

His death set back
both our companies.

Billion-dollar deals fell apart.

Maybe it was less about business

and more about Everett wanting

to kill Sebastian
for diddling you,

Celia.
[clears throat]

Mother? Oh, my goodness.

NANCY:
The survivor has

physical evidence...
pieces of the actual bomb.

Which he could have
gotten anywhere.

He knew the shipping containers
were empty.

And he had a witness
that helped him get on board.

How much
to make this all go away?

Green card
and a nice retirement package

for Bashiir.

I can do that.

Plus a new identity
and a relocation

someplace the Marvins
can never find him.

Let's say... two million?

That'll work.

Bashiir's account number.

Ms. Drew,
you certainly are

your father's daughter.

Thanks for coming. Enjoy the party.

LISBETH:
Everyone, please stay seated.

Everett Hudson,

you are under arrest for fraud,

racketeering
and 12 counts of murder.

The account you transferred
that money into... it's ours.

Wait, hold up, hold up.

You're a cop? I think it's called
a sting, Ryan.

Looks like I won't be able to
help your father after all.

I think we'll muddle through
without you.

How could you let this happen?

I should have left
after I found the proof

of your affair with Sebastian.

♪ ♪

NANCY:
The missing contents of Lucy's file.

Everett did take it.

[sighs]

Hey. Nice work.

Hey. Thanks.

Uh, you, too.
Thanks for the help.

Yeah, faking a fight with you is
almost as fun as a real fight.

[chuckles]

We owe you.
Eh.

Consider us even.

For the coins.

And you're gonna help Bashiir.

Yeah, I'm financing
his lobster operation,

and I hired the best immigration
lawyer on the East Coast.

Now, that seems very fair.

♪ ♪

Like I said.

We go after what we
want, and we get it.

If you'd been me
and-and handing over Bashiir

meant saving your family,
would you have done it?

Uh, I-I don't know.

It's a good thing you thought
of another alternative.

Hey, can I finally take you out?

To celebrate?

Uh, I'd like to.

But I can't.

[sighs]

Is this about Nick?

It's not always about a guy.

CELIA:
Your father will be out

by the next
shareholders' meeting.

Is that what you want?

He's the head of this family,

and, like it or not,
he steers our ship.

He murdered Sebastian
for payback.

11 men were collateral damage.

Police do not have
proof of that.

Well, I have a Grecian urn
from the Bonny Scot.

Is that proof enough?

Oh, you wouldn't.

This family has drifted
off course, Mother.

I think it's time
I steer this ship.

♪ When I was a boy ♪

♪ I learned not to cry... ♪

Ooh, all right, Picasso.

♪ I learned how to rhyme... ♪

I'll be right back with
your drinks in a moment, okay?

♪ This ribbon of mine... ♪

How are the clams?

[chuckles]
Great.

Thank you. Thank you, guys.

Get a button.
Thanks.

Oh! Hi, Dawn.

Welcome to The Claw.

I-I... I love the party.

It's gonna be a weekly thing.

I was right about
listing this place.

Got a call an hour ago
with a bite.

I wanted to give you
the heads-up.

I'm taking whatever they offer.

I'm sorry.

Stressful dinner, huh?

Oh, you have no idea.

[both chuckle]

I really like that you're
keeping the accent.

Thanks.
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, you...

were pretty amazing tonight.

Well, I'm glad you think so.

Because I am...

maybe, kind of, sort of...

[takes a deep breath]

...falling in love with you,

Bess Turani Marvin.

Well...

I'm a little, sort of
falling, too.

♪ ♪

[cell phone vibrating]

What is it?

I'll deal with it tomorrow.

[balloon pops]

Hey, what's up?

Figured you'd be
on cloud nine right now.

Dawn's selling The Claw. To who?

Oh, I thought
I was the only inquiry.

You're the one who inquired?

O-Okay, um...

I was gonna run it by you

before I made
a real, actual offer.

Like you said,
I have a lot of money.

- Okay, but you can't just go
and buy me a restaurant.
- Whoa.

[chuckles]:
I wasn't gonna buy it for you.

We could split it.

I'll loan you the money for
half, and when we make a profit,

you can pay me back. Nick, no.

Okay, I didn't ask you for
a loan, 'cause I didn't

want you to put a
target on your back

by cashing the bonds
Tiffany left you.

Okay, the bonds are untraceable
if you use them right.

I can give Dawn, like,
$400,000 worth of them.

She'd settle for way less.

I've been putting off
thinking about my future.

Just...

taking it day by day because...

I didn't know what I wanted.

But something like this...

I can get behind.

Also, our party was a hit.

You and I make a great team.

Uh, well, I did most
of the work, so...

And that's why I need you.
What do you say?

You want to finish
what you started?

NANCY:
Thought I'd do anything

to get you out of there,
but I just couldn't

turn Bashiir over to Everett.

CARSON:
You did the right thing.

I just wish
you hadn't gotten involved.

He'll come after you for this.

I figured this was the only way

to get you to abandon
your non-tactic

of just sitting in there

and letting people think
you're guilty.

Nancy, please listen to me.

Since you won't stand up to
the Hudsons to protect yourself,

I'm hoping you will do it
to protect me.

You're taking your life
in your hands.

No. I'm putting it in yours.

Because I need my dad back.

I'll call my lawyer.

I can't prove anything
about Lucy, but...

There are things I know
about the Hudsons.

Things I could leverage
for a plea deal.

It's at least a place to start.

Thanks, Dad.

I love you.

["Moon Call" by Diamond Thug playing]

I love you, too.

♪ ♪

♪ I was left waiting ♪

♪ Out for the day ♪

♪ Keeping in trouble ♪

♪ And keeping at bay ♪

♪ If I live by the quiet light ♪

♪ Then I may learn ♪
[watch beeping]

♪ How to play the game ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ Alone... ♪
[laughing]

[sighs]
Okay.

"Celia's spreading rumors about me.

My mom's gonna kill me if she finds out.

You don't understand.

If anything ever happens
to me, it's my mother.

It's her fault."

Kill her?

Could Lucy Sable's mother
be a suspect in her murder?

CELIA:
Everett's in custody.

Carson knows enough
to keep him in there forever,

so I want you to make sure
that Carson doesn't talk.

No. Permanently.

I want his daughter
to get our message, too.

♪ If the moon is on time tonight ♪

♪ Then they may be alone ♪

[woman screams, bell dings]

[pencil scribbling]