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(rhythmic music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(eerie music)

- I'm with the FBI. We're looking for this man.

Has he come in here? - I don't think so.

- Look again. Be certain.

He has a gun. He's already used it tonight.

- No, he hasn't come in.

Are we in danger?

Should I call someone? - I'm already here.

Any rooms in the back? Places he could be hiding?

- This is it. The bathrooms, I guess.

- I'm with the FBI. Have you seen this man?

Gentlemen, have you seen this man?

FBI, excuse me.

Have you seen this man?

(eerie music)

(groaning)

Anything? - Exit's secure.

Fennessey hasn't left the hotel.

Time for another sweep?

- I can't linger. I've been shot.

Bourbon. Neat. Top shelf.

It's all right. You're safe.

He's not here.

(sighing)

(dramatic music)

- Tell us again. - There's nothing more to tell.

- There must be. Because what you told us

last night makes absolutely no sense.

- But it does make sense. Keith wasn't kidnapped.

He died. Because of me.

(soft music)

Evie was having a party,

and so, Quinn and I snuck out,

and we went across the lake.

It was a cold winter. The ice, it seemed solid.

We were halfway across when we realized

that Keith was following us.

I told him to go home, but he refused.

I pushed him.

He slipped and the ice cracked.

(screaming) Then he fell.

We couldn't get to him.

- Sid!

- We called out and we screamed,

but everything happened so fast.

One moment, he was there and the next...

...it was silent.

I didn't tell you guys

because I thought you'd abandon me.

Or put me into foster care like my birth parents did.

- Honey, we would never do that. - I know that now.

Just like I know that Keith is dead.

And that he is lying.

- She's right. I have lied.

- About what? About who you are?

- No. Everything Sid said is true.

As far as it goes.

But there was another hole in the ice.

I don't know how I found it, but I did.

I got to the road and a car pulled over.

I was freezing. I could feel the heat from the open door.

They offered me a ride home.

I got in and I was... taken.

I didn't lie about who I am.

I lied about not wanting to talk about it.

I lied because I didn't want to get Sidney in trouble.

I didn't want you to think it was her fault.

- Keith, we don't think that. - Keith?

You believe him and not me?

- We want to believe him,

that he is our son, that he is home.

Your opinion-- - It's not opinion.

The body in C's lab.

The one that was pulled in from the lake.

I called it in. I knew it was there.

- You did that? - Yes.

Once C ID's it,

you'll know once and for all that

he's an imposter. - I'm your son.

- Enough. We're gonna figure this out right now.

Get up. Let's go.

- Shouldn't be long, my friend...

till we figure out who you are.

And we get you home.

- This is ridiculous! You want me to stay here with him?

- Hey, I'm not the one accusing you of being an imposter.

- Enough. The questioning. The uncertainty.

It ends when C gives us the answer.

Until then, yes, you stay here.

- I feel like I'm under arrest. - You're not under arrest.

But this is a police station.

So if you kill each other, you'll be arrested.

(alarm sounding)

(speaking in Arabic)

(alarm sounding)

- Craig Fennessey is a friend. Or he used to be.

He was another kid that George Lyle looked out for.

- Wait, George Lyle. Your George Lyle?

- He's the one who called in the alert.

I know you and Jay got a lot going on,

so if you want me and Kemi to handle it...

- We do. Thank you so much for saying that.

Jay's checking in with C now.

But I'm here. And from what you've said,

George is practically family to you, so...

(knocking) - Hey, George.

- You must be Miss Nikki.

- It's so nice to finally meet you.

- You as well.

Mike's words do not do you justice.

No, there have been artists that have painted

masterpieces of lesser women.

I know I'm laying it on a little thick.

But at my age, I ain't picking up anyone

with my good looks. - I don't know, George,

I ain't heard nothing but the truth.

I'm sorry we're not meeting under better circumstances.

- I told her Craig and I go way back.

But we've lost touch.

Why don't you tell us what you know?

- Well, I'm in charge of port security.

Craig works for me. He's a lot like Mike.

He's a good guy. Works hard. Shows up to work on time.

Except for the past few days.

I tried his house, his cellphone. Nothing.

- You said you had concerns about criminal activity

at the port? - After I left the force,

I was hired to clean up corruption.

Now, for a while, I thought I had it under control.

Until recently... You know when your sixth sense

tells you something's up?

I'm concerned that Craig might have uncovered something

that might have got him in trouble

with some very dangerous people.

(bell on door ringing)

(tense music)

- We'll start at Craig's apartment,

and then work out from there.

Nice to meet you.

- Pleasure was all mine, Miss Nikki.

- You know I always liked Craig.

I know he's like a son to you.

Which means he's like a brother to me.

He needs help. I'm not gonna let him down.

- Knew I could count on you, Mike.

(sighing)

- Your daughter thinks this is your son?

That's awkward. - It is awkward.

So if you put down the art project

and start running his DNA.

- I can't because hydrolysis in bones

causes DNA molecules to dissociate

from the hydroxyapatite.

- Those are very big words

from a grownup who doodles.

(scoffs) - His DNA is damaged.

I've run CAT SCANS, sonograms,

racial and ethnic variables

to try to give whoever this is their identity back.

As well as their dignity.

Which I cannot do without 2-D layering.

- When's that happening?

- In college, I developed this app.

DVR for radio.

All the VCs wanted in.

Meetings got set, I...

didn't go to a single one.

I stayed home.

And I ate gummy worms.

I do not handle pressure well, Jason.

It bloats me. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that you're in this position.

I'm sorry I made a comment about doodling.

But my ex-wife's happiness,

my sanity and the future of my children

rests in what you find here.

- I should have something this afternoon.

Or in four pounds. Whatever happens first.

(door opening) - Craig?

(distant sirens wailing)

- I got nothing. You? - Same.

It doesn't surprise me, though.

Who's this? He looks familiar.

He was always a loner.

No wife. No kids. Dad passed away.

Mom's in a nursing home that George pays for.

- I like George.

I like how much he likes you. (chuckling)

Bingo.

Stacks of cash, fake IDs?

Maybe you don't know Craig as well as you think you do.

(phone ringing) - Maybe we're looking for

somebody who doesn't want to be found.

- Hey. Anything from C?

- Nothing yet. But I got a hit on the alert,

from a cab driver.

- He's sure that it was Fennessey.

- 100%. Blood on the backseat.

- How are the kids?

- They are in their neutral corners.

For now. - And how are you?

- I'm having my eggs read.

If that tells you anything. - Shh.

- Do you think it's possible Keith is an imposter?

- The Johnston Hotel. That's where the cab driver

said he picked up Fennessey.

- Is it possible, Jay?

- Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know.

I also don't know what Kemi's doing.

But I know I need her to do it.

(distant sirens wailing)

- Hey. - Hey, girl.

- Long time no see. Mike Sherman,

this is Jamie Lewis. - Nice to meet you.

- You on a case? - We have a missing person

that may have been a guest at the hotel. You?

- There was a shootout upstairs.

We lost an agent.

Assassin hid behind the bar.

Bled all over the floor.

- Our missing person was bleeding.

Craig Fennessey.

- Craig Fennessey? - Mm-hmm.

- That's who was at the hotel last night.

- Looks like we're looking for the same person.

- Actually, Detective, we're not.

- Jamie. - Sorry.

It's above my pay grade.

- What is? Why are you sorry?

- It's a federal case. She wants us to stand down.

- Okay, yeah, that's not gonna happen.

- Craig Fennessey murdered one of our agents.

- Allegedly. Even if he wasn't a friend,

which he was, I think we can both agree on that.

- What we agree on or not is of no interest to me.

What is of interest is finding Fennessey.

Which we will be doing and you will not.

I'll send someone to pick up your evidence.

- Great.

- This is nuts. We're off the case?

What am I supposed to tell George?

- How about that his protege

might've murdered an FBI agent?

- Yes, George, I understand that this is very

personal to you, and we are--

(indistinct arguing)

- Did we do something to you?

To someone you love?

- You didn't do anything.

You are something.

You're my family.

- I don't know how you did it.

The scar. The DNA.

But the body in the lake? Even you couldn't plan for that.

- You know whose hair to use.

- That body isn't your brother.

I'm your brother. - We'll find out.

And if you're not...

Dad might just beat you to death.

- I'm telling you it's not possible.

Craig killing an FBI agent?! Why?

What motive would he have?

- Do you know who Samuel Price is?

- I've never heard of him.

- Craig had some documents in that name.

A passport, a driver's license...

- Along with 100,000 dollars in a box in his apartment.

- Maybe he found out something was happening at the port,

maybe his life was threatened,

and maybe he got scared, and was setting up to get away.

- Or he was setting up to get away

because he was getting ready to kill an FBI agent.

- Craig couldn't shoot a cap gun,

let alone a suppressor with polymer tips.

I'm telling you he's being framed.

- You're probably right. But there's nothing we can do.

- Because some field agent spanked you?

- No. Because a Special Agent from the FBI

exercised her right and folded our case into hers.

I texted you her number.

I'm sure she'll be happy to speak with you.

(scoffs) - I came to you

because you're good. But also because you're family.

(scoffs)

You know, I'm so disappointed in you, son.

- I can't believe I'm not helping.

- You're not. But he is getting help.

- What, from the FBI? You heard Agent Lewis.

She's so convinced that Craig's guilty,

she's ready to be the judge, the jury,

and if she gets the chance, executioner.

- Craig is a person of interest

in the murder of one of their agents.

- And George is like a father

figure to me after I lost my dad.

- You never talk about what happened to your father.

I wish you would. - You know the song.

Crooked cop. Took payoffs. Went to jail.

Destroyed our family. I was 15.

Before that, he was my hero. After, I never spoke to him.

- And that's when you met George.

- They worked together. Idolized him

almost as much as I did.

He took me under his wing. Did the same thing for Craig.

He saved my life, Nikki.

The man never asked me for anything.

Now the one time he does, I turn my back on him.

- Craig Fennessey, I think I know where he is.

- No landscape to interpret. Box store furniture.

What am I looking at, Kemi? - Nothing.

- Then why are we looking at it?

- Because people who look like they have nothing to hide

actually don't.

I stare at these photos all day long.

A lot of them have distinguishing features.

Mountains. Nudity. Nose picking.

But a lot of them are indistinguishable.

And that's what people like to post the most.

Photos of nothing.

And that's what I see that you don't.

That all of this nothing means that there's

actually nothing to hide. Which is why a simple

image search found the exact same photo

on a Dr. Scott Walker's social media page.

- Scott Walker? That's Craig's childhood friend.

- Well, Dr. Walker's photo is geotagged.

It is at a fishing cabin that the good doctor owns

near Pennypack Creek. - So Craig's been there.

What makes you think he's there now?

- Because an hour ago, Samuel Price

used his credit card at a store

located two miles from the cabin.

- Craig's fake ID. The one we found in the box.

- The FBI took us off the case. - I know.

But I just read Jason's eggs,

and it made me want to spit at the gods.

And the FBI felt like the next best option.

- They're positive he killed one of their own.

If we give them this, they'll go in hot,

looking for any reason to shoot. If Craig is innocent,

he deserves to be brought in peacefully.

- Fine. Kemi, go with Mike.

(sighs)

We bring him in, we give him to the FBI.

You understand me?

Hey, Kemi. Jason's eggs.

Tell me what you saw. - Bad energy.

The kind that bursts out like a volcano.

- C figured it out.

Looks like you're about to turn into a pumpkin.

- Hey. - Where's the picture?

- Technically, it's a rendering. - Rendering. Picture.

Can you please pull it up? - A picture is something exact.

It's something that's known.

A rendering like this is meant to be just an interpretation.

- Is it Keith? Is it our son?

(beeping)

- He's gone, Nik. That's him.

- We don't know that yet. - That is Keith.

That is my son. Sid was right.

That is an imposter.

He came into our life, he gutted us

and I'm gonna go find out why right now.

- I put the image up on NAMUS.

It's running through the database

of missing children right now. This might not be Keith.

That boy up in your office could be your son.

I'm a little nervous about what Jason is going to do

before we know for sure.

(tense music)

- Craig? It's Mike Sherman.

I spoke to George. He asked me to come find you.

- He could be a cop killer. - George trusts him.

I'm trusting that George is right.

- If you open that door, I'll shoot.

- Craig, you know me. You know I'm on your side.

- No, you're not. No one is.

- George asked me to keep you safe.

I can't do that unless I open the door.

- I said I'll shoot.

- Where are they?

- Who are you? - What are you talking about?

- Who are you? Huh?!

Who are you? - I'm Keith. I'm your son.

- No, you're not my son. My son's dead.

He's lying on a slab downstairs. - That's not true!

No, there's been a mistake. You've got to believe me.

Dad... please. - I'm not your father.

And you're definitely not my son.

You hear me?! - Stop it, stop it!

You have to stop. Go. Get out. - Don't defend him.

- I'm not defending him.

I'm protecting you from yourself.

(panting)

- Thanks, Mom.

(breathing heavily)

You don't believe me, either.

- Baby, right now, I don't know what to believe.

- You're an informant. For the FBI.

- Agent Roman was my handler.

I didn't kill her at the hotel.

I was meeting with her when someone tried to kill us both.

- I wanna believe you, Craig. But if you work for the Bureau,

then why are they after you?

- My deal with her was with her.

I wouldn't do it if she told anybody else.

Do you know how many rumors there are about Feds

on the Epsilon payroll? - Epsilon?

- A crime syndicate.

The port is like a black-market hub for them.

I didn't trust anybody at the FBI except Agent Roman.

So now, no one trusts me. - George trusts you.

- George doesn't know about any of this.

About me being a CI or about the corruption.

- The corruption. What are you talking about?

- A year ago,

I noticed phantom shipments.

Cargo coming in, but not on any manifest.

Those shipments, they go to Epsilon.

- We found your go bag. How do you explain that?

- FBI issue. For after I testify against Epsilon.

So they wouldn't be able to find me.

Except they already did. - Any idea how that happened?

- Agent Roman and I met weekly at the Johnston.

Checked in separately. Booked adjoining rooms.

Only the FBI knew we were meeting.

That's why I ran. I can't trust anyone.

And the moment I get better, I'll run again.

- Rest up, alright?

I'm gonna have a little chat with our friends at the Bureau.

- Look at you.

A detective.

You made it.

I'm happy for you.

- Thanks.

- What part of "you're off the case"

did you not understand? - The part where you said,

"You're off the case."

And for your sake,

we'll pretend that we're still on it.

- And how would that be for my sake?

- We'll get to that. And when we do,

thank yous will be in order.

- First, we'll start with what you already know.

Craig Fennessey didn't kill your agent. He was her CI.

And whoever killed her shot him. - I'm friends with the chief.

I will be speaking to him about this.

What you don't know,

other than that in the early '20s

I lent J. Edgar a hot pink corset

and he never returned it...

is that we have Craig Fennessey in custody.

- And if you want us to turn him over,

you have to agree to share your case file with us.

Excuse me.

- The part where thank yous are in order?

That's this part.

- Where's Craig? - He's at Mercy.

In recovery. - Is he okay?

- George. You were right. This is about port corruption.

He found it, and they found him.

- Do you have a lead on who shot him?

- No. But he mentioned the crime syndicate Epsilon.

- So he's still a target. - Yeah, which is why

the FBI agreed to put him in protective custody.

- Cleaning up things was supposed to be my job.

If I'd done it better, this wouldn't have happened.

Bless you, Mike. For keeping him safe.

And for ignoring that the Feds would get it done.

I'm proud of you.

Mike senior would've been proud of you, too.

- Means more coming from you.

- He was a good man.

- Until he wasn't.

One of these nights, we're gonna catch up.

I'll buy you a beer. - Hey, hey...

Not if I buy you one first.

(chuckling)

- Next year would be seven years

since Keith was reported missing.

February third... - Hmm.

- ...would be the day that they declared him dead.

- I've dreaded that day.

- Yeah, me too. And now, it's today.

- They say that God...

only gives you the burdens he knows you can handle.

- Yeah, he miscalculated with me.

Because I cannot...

I can't go through this again. I just can't do it, Nik.

- I want to say something. I mean, I feel like it's...

it's important for me to say it.

I just...

I don't want to upset you.

- You won't upset me. It's too late.

- I didn't even say anything.

- Fear. Dread. Anticipatory upset

is way worse than the actual thing.

- So me telling you that I'm gonna tell you

something upsetting is worse than actually saying it to you?

- Mm-hmm. Damage done.

Go ahead, say what you gotta say.

- Whoever he is,

even if he's not our son,

there's good in him.

You know, I could feel it.

- Yeah. I feel it, too.

- The FBI turned over the file. - Great. Let's give it a read.

- The assassin used a suppressor with polymer-tipped bullets.

- You read it already? Impressive.

- I'm the only one who has. Remember, we basically

blackmailed them for it.

- I'm a slow reader. Dyslexia.

Which was only diagnosed by a program

that George got me into.

It's amazing what I owe that man.

- Then I'm sure you'll give a stirring statement

at his sentencing hearing.

Mike, he knew about the polymer-tipped bullets.

You told me he told you what the assassin used

when no one but the assassin could've known.

- Craig couldn't shoot a cap gun.

Let alone a suppressor with polymer tips.

- That's your theory? That George is the assassin?

- Or he hired him. Think about it.

The port is corrupt.

He takes money to look the other way.

Craig tries to stop it, Epsilon squeezes George,

George takes out a hit on Craig.

Only he gets away.

So he turns to his surrogate son to find him before the FBI does.

- Yeah, that's a nice fairy tale.

- And it comes with a happy ending.

Craig is in an undisclosed location

where George can't find him.

- But even if he could get to him, he wouldn't.

I mean, if somehow the location had been disclosed...

- Please tell me that you didn't.

- I'm sure it's nothing.

- Okay, okay.

We need to contact the FBI.

We need to get to the hospital right now.

- Kemi, you're overreacting. - I know that you love him.

And I know this is hard for you to hear.

But he used you to get to Craig.

And my only hope is that we find him first.

(dramatic music)

- So I got a hit from NAMUS.

They found a match for a Jonathan Robbins.

- That's not a better match than the one with Keith.

Can you put the other one back up?

- I can, but... - Please?

- It's not your son.

- How can you be so sure?

- Did Keith ever have bone cancer?

- No, no, he didn't.

- Jonathan did. And so did Yorick.

Knowing what to look for, I found microscopic residue

of a tumor on the left femur.

So... yeah.

It's meant to be pretty good news.

- It is. It's fantastic news.

It's just... a lot.

Call the Robbins family.

Tell them that we have their son.

- And we have ours. What... What do I say to Keith?

What did I do? - Tell him that you're sorry.

Okay? You're his dad. He's gonna forgive you.

(sighing)

- Gummy worms are a good ice breaker.

(phone ringing)

- Mike. Great news. It's not Keith!

- That is great news. Unfortunately, my news isn't.

Craig's gone.

And so is his FBI protective detail.

- Did C identify the body?

- Yeah. He did.

I owe you an apology.

What I did was inexcusable.

I am so sorry.

I'm sorry.

- No. I'll... I'll talk to her.

- You sure?

- I think it's probably best you only yell

at one of your kids today.

- I deserve that.

- Coming home, being with my family,

it was all I thought about when I was gone.

Having Sid doubt me was hard.

But having you doubt who I am is a whole different gut punch.

- I impersonated an FBI agent to kill you and Agent Roman.

But as you're still alive, I assume you're wondering,

"Am I going to die tonight?"

The answer is yes.

There isn't a realistic scenario that I can let you go.

You know too much about Epsilon and my connection to it.

But I don't take pleasure in killing people,

so I'm gonna go eat a lamb chop, drink some wine,

change the dressing over the bullet hole

your handler gifted me

and give you a chance to think about the manner

in which you want that to happen.

- You told Lyle. - Yes.

And when I realized what I'd done--

- Led the killer to his victim.

- I sent a patrol to bring him in.

- Bring him in, and not arrest him. Mike!

- I told George the location.

But we have no proof that he went

or that he sent anyone there. So no, he's not under arrest.

Or on the run. Patrol went to his house,

he gave up no resistance. - Lyle's here.

- Try to remember that your job is to question him,

and not to pin him with a medal. - Kemi, you're in with Mike.

We'll be watching.

How's Keith?

- He's very upset at me.

And that's gonna take a little while.

But we've got time. - Yeah.

- You wanna bring me up to speed on the case?

(door opening)

- What's going on, Mike? - We'll explain.

But you need to sit down. - I'm gonna sit down

when I know why I'm sitting down.

- Craig's security detail was hit outside the hospital.

He's been taken. - Which out of deference

to your long history, Mike is pretending

that you don't already know.

Me, I'm not the deferential type.

Sit down.

- Did you do it, George? - Are you really asking me that?

- You knew about the suppressor.

- You of all people!

- And the polymer-tipped bullets.

- I raised you.

You're here because of me!

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm here because of you.

You owe me nothing. I owe you everything.

Still doesn't give you the right to play me.

- The FBI knew where he was.

It's obvious. They got someone on the take.

- You knew Craig and I were friends.

You knew I'd do anything to find him.

So did you, George? Did you play me?

- No, I did not.

Any other questions, you can ask my lawyer.

- That's it. He's done talking.

- Maybe I can fix that.

- Please, just don't make me regret it.

- We're kind of in the middle of something.

- It looked like you were kind of at the end of it.

I'd like to take a swing with your permission.

- By all means.

- George. Can I call you George?

- No. You may not.

- George, are you familiar with Fairhill?

It's Epsilon territory.

The Fairhill guys deal Meth. Molly.

As luck would have it, bad for you, good for me,

I worked Vice in Fairhill.

And I was able to turn an Epsilon man.

Made him my CI. - Next, you're gonna tell me

he ID'd me as the guy who took Craig.

Well, let me save you the trouble.

I've been a cop my whole life.

And unlucky for you, I know all the tricks.

- He didn't ID you to me. I ID'd you to him.

I told him that you were in here singing for your supper,

telling us everything there is to know

about how Epsilon works. - I don't know

how Epsilon works. - But they think that you do,

so what they do with that information, I don't know.

I hope that they don't hurt you.

But at the same time, I can't keep you here.

So what do you say we go for a ride?

- A ride? Where?

- To see your friends at the port.

Fingers crossed, they'll be happy to see you.

- Hey, you mind telling me what the hell that was?

- Teaching an old dog some new tricks.

- By pretending to put a target on his back?

You don't have a CI at Epsilon.

- He doesn't know that.

Which means that he thinks that they're probably

gonna kill him unless we protect him.

- Which he knows we'll only do if he confesses.

- Even if he has anything to confess in the first place.

- Mike, if this does work, and he does confess,

none of it will stand up in court.

- Right. Because I lied to a suspect.

- A good defense lawyer will use that to kick George free.

- Craig Fennessey has been taken.

If he's not dead already, he will be soon.

This is the only way we're gonna get to him in time.

If George walks because of what I just did,

I'm not gonna lose any sleep. Are you?

- I will not.

- Looks like we're going for a ride.

(knocking on door)

- Sidney. It's not your fault.

Even if you'd raced home to tell Mom,

I still would've been taken.

Sid?

Listen to me. It's not your fault.

Okay. Okay. Alright.

Now that you're finally convinced I'm alive,

try not to choke me to death.

(laughing)

- Do you remember this?

- From Camp Shewahmegon. Are you kidding?

That won me the Chipmunk Chatter award for best crafting.

- I found it on your desk.

Along with all of the homework assignments

that you didn't need to do.

- And some people say getting abducted is all bad.

- I needed it...

to feel you were with me.

And now you are.

Do you really remember everything?

- Yeah, I do.

- Could you tell me about it?

- I have some questions.

Your level of cooperation

will determine the tenor of the evening.

(gasps)

- Whatever I could tell you, I've already told the FBI.

- You told Agent Roman.

But as I put a bullet in her head,

I think your secrets are safe with her.

So tell me...

What are your secrets?

- She filed reports about Epsilon.

Last week. Last month.

Hurting me won't change that.

- Ah. About that.

I have no intention of hurting you.

I have people who do that for me.

The enthusiastic degenerate who's livestreaming this

can confirm that Dr. Walker is home with his wife

and three beautiful children.

- Please, no! He's just a friend!

He doesn't know anything!

- You're going to tell me everything the FBI knows

about my operation,

or I'm going to instruct said degenerate to exit his car,

knock at the house

and shoot whoever opens the door.

- Please, no.

- You know calling Russian Roulette "Russian"

is a misnomer?

It's kind of like Chinese Checkers,

which was not invented in China and is not checkers.

Also strawberries, not a berry.

But a banana? A banana is a berry.

So is an avocado.

Point being, Russian Roulette

was first played right here in Philadelphia

by a man known as the Philadelphia Frenchman

who is not from Philadelphia or French.

Is nothing what it seems?

- I got no idea what you're talking about.

- No?

Let me clarify.

You're playing Russian Roulette.

Epsilon is holding the gun.

The question you have to ask yourself is simple:

Do they care that you talked?

If yes, then there is a bullet in the chamber.

And if no, then there isn't.

- But I haven't talked.

- Like I said, nothing is what it seems.

- Decision time, Craig.

- Okay.

- Stand down.

I'm afraid it's hard to leash a hungry dog.

(doorbell ringing)

- I said okay! I'll tell you.

- Tell me? Tell me what? - Everything!

(speaking in foreign language)

- So...

Everything.

Let's hear it.

- To be clear, George, we don't want you to die.

But don't think for a second that because we're cops

we won't pull over, open these doors

and give you the boot.

And before you think any less of us,

if you are killed, we will do our very best

to find the person who killed you and bring them to justice.

- That's comforting. Thank you.

- The boot.

You're about to get it.

I'm a shaman, George. I don't read minds

and I can't predict the future.

But that car's been following us since the precinct.

And I guarantee you, in about a minute,

whoever is in that car is coming for your head.

- I cooperate, you protect me?

- From whoever's in that car

and everyone he works for, yes.

- Epsilon has an enforcer.

Jack Dalton.

He's your shooter. - Okay, good.

Now tell me how did Jack Dalton know who to shoot?

- I'm the one who gave him Fennessey.

And when he screwed up the hit, I'm the one who got him back.

- And how did you do that?

- By using Mike.

I traded on our relationship

and the love he has for me.

- Baby, I'm sorry.

- Hey, hey, hey...

- Hey, Mike... - Where is he, George?

- I can explain. - Shut up! Where's Craig?

- I don't know. - Mike! Mike!

- I have two questions. - Mike, put the gun down!

- You wouldn't dare, Mike! - Whether I'd dare or not

depends on your answer to the first.

My dad.

Did you lie to me about him?

- I'm sorry, Mike.

- Mike, you don't want to do this.

- Craig Fennessey. I dare you not to tell me where he is.

- We're done here. Get the car.

- Wait. I told you everything I know.

- And you knew too much.

Which is good for me, but very bad for you.

- Please don't kill me. Please.

(tense music)

- MPU, hands where we can see them!

- Go, go, go! (gunshot)

(grunting)

- Dalton, where is he?

- Hey. Where's Dalton? - He ran. That way.

- I got it, you go. It's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

(gun cocking)

- I know you.

You're George's kid.

This is good. You helped him.

Now you're gonna help me. C'mon.

We're gonna walk out of here together.

(grunting)

(glass breaking)

- Mike, Mike... Hey, hey!

That's enough. It's over.

(breathing heavily)

- It may be done. But it's not over.

Mike Sherman. PPD.

I need you to pull a file on another detective.

Ex-detective.

- What's the detective's name?

- Mike Sherman.

I took your word for it.

About my father. I believed you.

Believed in you.

So much so that I never pulled his file.

Never looked at who the investigating officers were.

Area Six Detective George Lyle and J.R. Dalton.

You made it look like he was in Epsilon's pocket.

When it was you and Dalton who were.

Craig Fennessey is repeat business, isn't he?

The innocent man you tried to destroy

before he finds out enough to destroy you.

In Craig's case, you made him look like an assassin.

In Dad's case, you made an honest man

look like a crooked cop.

- I raised you, Mike.

You know what kind of man I am.

- The last thing that I ever said to him was,

"You're dead to me."

Yeah, George, I know exactly the kind of man you are.

(door opening)

Say it.

I crossed the line.

Didn't stay in my lane.

- He betrayed you.

Betrayed your father.

Betrayed an old friend.

- I put a gun to his head, Jay.

He would've given me a different answer,

I can't say that I wouldn't have pulled the trigger.

- I felt betrayed today. And that line, I...

I basically sprinted right through it.

It's hard not to.

It's maybe impossible to forgive yourself when you do.

- There's somewhere I gotta go.

- Yeah. Just come with me first.

- We are here to forgive and to ask for forgiveness.

The bowl represents the world.

- You guys okay? - Yeah. Keith and I are good.

- You and Keith.

- Yes. Keith. My brother.

- These candles are our vessels.

But we cannot light them yet.

Not until we forgive ourselves.

Not until we forgive others.

And not until others forgive us.

Until then, our lights cannot shine.

Your stone...

contains all that remains unforgiven.

It holds your burdens.

It's the weight on your shoulders.

It's your heavy heart.

And there's only one way to be rid of it.

You have to release it yourself.

The world will absorb it.

The world wants to give you this gift.

Trust the world.

It will pull all of those negative spirits down.

Release your burdens.

Forgive.

And ask for forgiveness.

In accepting forgiveness,

we remind the world of the good we bring.

(crying)

- Thank you for this.

Not knowing, that was the hard part.

At least now we can finally put Jonathan to rest.

- We remind the world of the sacrifices

we make for others.

- I think this is the part where I say thank you.

Again.

- And we remind the world

that our story is not finished.

(sighs)

- Hey, Dad.

- Now your vessels have light.

Now you can see.

And the world has gifted you a new future.

- I, um...

I understand if you don't want to see me.

- I think about you every day, you're my son.

Every day for the last 20 years, I was hoping for this day.

(sighing)

(sighing)

- So? - So I was wrong.

And I apologized.

- And I told her she has nothing to apologize for.

- So it's done. It's finally over.

- Well, there's just one more thing.

- I'm ready to talk about it.

- Talk about what?

- I'm ready to talk about who kidnapped me.

(tense music)

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