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[tarp crinkles] [Xavier grunts] [heavy breaths]

[Xavier] Louis, where you go?

- Me will get Jared. - Me come help you.

No, no, no. I got it. I got it. [exhales]

You not gonna say something about Keesen?

Yeah, I don't know why he had to die.

[Aked] Because he was a fucking snitch.

That's why.

Because maybe he could've fucked this whole thing up.

Maybe he did fuck this whole thing up.

[Xavier sniffles] [exhales]

Didn't your Auntie Mahabir say this kidnapping was supposed...

to make everything all better?

What's your point, Xavier?

Well, you don't look like you're doing any better.

[Xavier slightly chuckles] [spits]

I got it, Xav.

See, what I don't understand is why my auntie insists on 1:11.

Hmm? Not one. Not midnight. 1:11.

Why anything, Aked?

Ain't none of this make sense if you ask me.

Shooting up pickney in a crowded park.

Hey! Sh.

[Aked] I know.

What I don't understand...

is why we had three shovels... [breathes heavily]

and only two of them used?

Hmm. [sniffles] [grunts]

[Broward] I would encourage you to be quiet...

until INC Fong is finished.

Pete.

Do you know why we called you in?

If you're not firing me then no.

Washington Square Park. Last night.

AINC Broward told me you guys made the decision to spend...

- personal off department... - [sighs] No. Uh, listen, sir...

It was completely my own discretion...

This was a mutual choice. Two of the three unmarks were out.

The third one was in the shop. I told her to use her car...

and we'd invoice for mileage.

Well, I wish you'd have stayed longer.

Just after 1:00 AM, 1:11 to be exact.

You left at midnight I'm told. There was apparently a shooting.

The father of a kidnapped child appears to have...

failed to make a ransom.

Yeah. NYPD is yet to release details, but they're putting...

together an interagency task force with the FBI...

and hopefully us.

Us.

Inspector Broward told them you had a mutual cooperator...

who might've had eyes on it.

Oh, I... I'm sorry. Manny told who what?

I mentioned to NYPD that one of our cooperators in the...

insurance whack-a-bum stuff might have been involved in...

this kidnapping event.

Uh, wait, wait. Okay. Can we-Can we just... I'm-I'm sorry.

Can we first start with the phrase "mutual cooperator"...

because I think there's a little bit...

of a misunderstanding...

[scoffs] This might be a serious break for us. Okay?

Us as in mutual.

- Oh... - Inspector Harmony...

- Inspector Broward. - I mean, it's just like...

Yes. There is a chance the operatives last night in the...

park are also the people we've been trying to get an angle...

on out in Richmond Hill.

So it looks like a botched kidnapping. Possible gunshot...

but no body and no further ransom demands.

Parking enforcement official heard a pop sound at...

exactly 1:11 AM. Called it in. The people she described as...

suspicious could be those of your cooperator.

Hmm. Hmm, 1:11 AM.

Why don't you two have a chat?

Let me know after you talk to your guy.

Thanks, Peter. Sorry.

Midnight? You tell him that so it doesn't look like you...

ordered me off within minutes of the actual event?

[scoffs] Enjoy what may very well be your last fucking days.

[Sam] I was thinking about private security.

Uh, at least a temporary sys...

[Jeff] No, I'm already paying Joey.

[Sam] What? Who's upstate with Jared.

Yeah, about that. How long do we...

[Sam] Well, I-I told Joey, maybe another night.

Once things settle and we can be sure they won't come back...

if they realize their mistake.

- Not if, but when. - Right.

Which is why I was thinking, maybe, you know...

we install a system, maybe cameras.

You do have a doorman.

[exhales] I just think, in case, you know, if-if for some...

reason, it is more targeted.

I-I know we said no more work.

- Are you okay? Hon? - Any news on the boy?

- I don't... - Targeted? By who?

[Sam sighs] Who? That's the question.

Yeah, well, that's what we got to figure out. [exhales]

[Jeff] And why. Why us? Why my casino account?

[exhales] Hey, um, Dr. Prestwich said one every six hours.

Just have them. You don't need to take them.

You okay? Is there something else going on?

You mean more than all this?

Right. Yeah. Sorry.

[suspenseful instrumental music plays]

Hey, Siri, search contacts for Charisse.

You'll need to unlock your iPhone first.

[shower running]

[panicked breaths] [slight grunts]

So, um...

so people think I'm dead?

Yes.

Which is why we need to call your parents.

Let them know you're safe.

They got to be worried sick.

Jared, we need to call them.

Uh, yeah, actually I think I'd like to wait on that.

I think you're in shock.

You've had a serious trauma and we need to call them.

Yeah, I just...

This might sound weird, but I think it's gonna be a...

whole big thing and...

I just want to prepare myself a little.

Postmates.

[Nicky chews]

Look, you got to understand something about my parents.

They're really rich and they've always acted like they...

don't want me around.

And now they can see what it's like to not have me around.

Trust me, this is good for them.

[Aked] Where the fuck is Natalia anyway, huh?

I've been calling her.

[breathes heavily] My own fiancée won't answer...

my calls. This is real fucking convenient.

You know where she at?

Huh?

Mr. Paul say get rest. We still have morning meeting tomorrow.

I love how you the guy getting the texts now.

Hey, I never asked for any of this, you know.

Just leave me out of this, Xavier.

[slow instrumental music plays]

Hey, what you do, boy?

I got to take a walk.

What?

Aked right. Your eyes going everywhere.

[clicks tongue] Oh, yeah? You should talk.

[Mahabir] Aked!

This is my nephew. Isn't he as nice as I said?

Very handsome. Yes.

Auntie.

Hey, imagine I'm giving you a great big hug right now...

my dear. [chuckles]

- [exhales] Hey. - Aked.

- Hmm? - This is a weekend of...

celebration and I was curious if you knew anything about this?

My appointment was two hours ago. It's not like her to miss.

It's a weekend of celebration. I would hate to have to

replace her.

I will call her.

I know you will. Thank you.

Our pain is over now. Over forever.

Thanks in great part to you.

I'm happy to hear that.

[overlapping chatter at a soccer match]

Come on! Be brave. Be brave. Be brave.

That's right. That's right. Come on!

That's it! That's it! Ameena! Ameena!

Offside!

What you know about offside?

[laughs] Hey, offside she said. Everybody listen to Hannah.

Hey. Thank you for coming.

Go inside there. [exhales]

So listen, um, [clears throat] I wanted to give you my...

personal apologies for the way it ended last night in...

Washington Square. All right?

It came from above me. Just so you know. I'm not like her.

- Yes, sir. - All right.

[Hannah-Estelle] I'm not kidding, Garmen.

If you go get the barbecue, they're closing in 20 minutes.

Mm. [swallows] Hannah-Estelle, I know.

[Garmen] Life is a series of little loyalty tests.

Moment to moment you have to make a choice who to follow...

and who to trust.

[safe buttons ping]

So far, two time, you did what I asked you to do...

and you did it well.

So, why you're here.

I want to give you this.

Don't spend it all on your little girlfriend, right? [chuckles]

- Why you give me this? - Because you earned it.

You're the only one who earned it. Where your pal, Louis?

You heard from him?

He the informer, right?

[slight chuckle]

How about he sister, Natalia? Mm.

Still not sure who you're loyal to, huh? Maybe me.

Maybe your friend and he sister.

I tell Savvy not to talk she business in front...

of the masseuse.

Me not like she, me not trust she, but, Savvy...

she don't listen.

Um, also she spoke to the INS lawyer and they think they...

can extend your visa.

[scoffs] What happened? Are you done with the...

American Dream already?

Just want to go back GT.

Oh, you think you can go home after the mess you put...

yourself in with Mahabir?

I don't know.

If-If-If you do, you-you might need protection.

[sighs] I might need some too.

Wait, you wanna go home?

[deep breath] [sighs]

Can we have a conversation, you and me? [deep breath]

About what?

The future.

[restaurant chatter]

[Shakeela] Mm, Xavier, I don't know about this.

I just got a bonus. That's all. I just want to share it.

I thought you said you work for a lady.

- I do. - Do you sell drugs for her?

- Tell me. - No. [chuckles]

No, I do not do that.

Am I interrupting?

Just looking at citizen app footage from...

the park last night.

From the back quite likely my guy.

Good because I spoke with Agent Roan Jessup, Midtown FBI.

We're in. And your cooperator's the lynch pin.

Will he talk to the task force?

My guess is only through me.

Good. Keep it that way.

I don't want them doing an end around on us.

I emailed you the police report. Meantime, can you get downtown?

Well, well, aren't we all task force-y and diverse.

[Sanders slightly chuckles]

Inspector Melody Harmony, USPIS. You must be FBI man,

Roan Jessup.

- Am I that obvious? - Yes. And that makes you...

Detective Brian Sanders, NYPD. Uh, Pete Fong speaks

very highly of you.

All kidding aside, is that true?

Yeah.

I'm actually not kidding. Is that...

Yeah.

- Should we? - Oh, okay. Come on.

So, NYPD is looking at a potential homicide of course...

but what are you guys in this for?

Well, some of the players may or may not overlap with an...

old FBI cold case.

- So we're... - Grasping for straws.

[Sanders clears his throat]

I was gonna say trying all angles, but, sure.

Oh, and did I get that report correct?

That they kidnapped the wrong kid?

And did they [whispers] kill him?

The husband missed the drop off by something like two minutes.

[door bell rings]

They didn't even collect the 315,000 dollars. [Harmony chuckles]

- The 314,159 dollars. - Yeah, what's that about?

- Well, it's not about the money. - Mm.

Well, it's not only about the money.

And you know, obviously, we can't assign a patrol car

specifically to one block.

Of course. For sure. I was just wondering if there was a way to...

I don't know. A-Alert them as to...

Actually, yeah. I-I get it. [slightly chuckles]

Our turn for some questions?

Uh, yes. Um, please.

Um, well, the obvious one, of course, uh, this boy...

the one they may have mistaken for yours. Any idea who he is?

We know his name is Nicky.

I have a question.

Is there a chance this is just a scam?

You know, where they try to get money.

Do they tend to go to these lengths?

Lengths meaning?

Well, they cut an ear. I mean, a piece. It would appear.

I'm just wondering, you know, if maybe it's not as bad...

Can we talk about the person who was...

Are you saying you don't know him?

Hmm?

You don't know the boy?

Well, we didn't see him. We-We saw an ear only.

- And-And part of a cheek. - [Harmony] Yeah.

[Harmony] So, did he have an accent? The guy on the phone?

I don't know. What kind?

I don't know. Maybe, um, Guyanese.

Guyanese? [chuckles]

Does that mean something to you or...?

Not really. It's just a rather specific place to-to pull out.

Um, are you sure you don't want anything? Coffee? Or water?

[Jessup] We're gonna want to talk to your son when he...

gets back in town, but let's stay with the other boy.

[Derek] Does anyone know who he is?

[Jessup] Not unless someone comes forward...

or we find the body.

[Derek] Do we even know if he was shot?

[Jessup] All we have is someone heard a shot.

So you and, uh, your wife get home from a charity event...

Uh, Sam, do you mind if I check out your son's room?

My son's room?

Yeah, you know, just like a routine thing.

Sure.

Nice. Um, do you actually mind if you came with me?

You know, kid's room. I just don't want it to be weird.

Uh...

[Sanders] How did they get his phone?

[Derek] He lost his phone a few days ago.

You know, that painting would be worth a lot more...

if the head was on top of the body.

Actually, it wouldn't. [scoffs] [sighs]

You know I was joking about the painting.

It's screwed in too. You don't trust the cleaning lady?

[chuckles]

You've a nice place. How long did the remodel take?

Uh, a couple years. Been talking about it for five or six, maybe.

Lived here for ten. Why? [annoyed chuckles]

How did that affect your marriage?

I'm sorry?

Oh, statistically 12 % of remodels end in divorce.

You know, once the project is done...

there's nothing left to perfect.

And we're talking about this why?

What are you worried about with your husband?

What's he keeping from you?

- I don't understand. [stammers] - Are you sure?

Am I sure that I don't understand? Yes.

Yeah, because I just can't figure out if he's trying to...

solve a problem or if he's acting like he's trying to...

solve a problem or if he's acting like he's acting like...

he's trying to solve a problem.

[Sanders] When exactly did your phone die?

As he was saying, "walk to this..." something.

I don't know. Might have just been a hiss.

[Sanders] Circle maybe? There was a chalk circle...

in the park. Could it have been that?

Another circle?

What do you mean?

The money amount.

Three, one, four, one, five, nine.

It's the circumference of a circle.

I remember that from high school.

Wow. A circle is often a theme used in all sorts...

of shamanistic practices.

In Guyana, it's called the obeah.

And sometimes they'll create like a barrier to...

keep things in or out.

Or create a ritualized space for concentrated magic for instance.

But it isn't usually used for such negative purposes.

But does that happen to you a lot? Your phone dying on you?

- No. Never. - [Sanders] Oh.

- Thanks again. - Bye, Sam.

So how much do you actually know about Guyana?

Um, my grandfather came from Guyana. From Langdon.

He moved to South Florida, married a Puerto Rican, and...

I grew up in Jersey City. Uh...

So, when they ask you a question that you supposedly...

know the answer to, it's because...

you're a quarter Guyanese and your research consists of...?

- Calling my mother. - That is rich.

Yeah, you what else is rich?

How much you think that remodel cost?

Well, I don't think it was the apartment...

that they needed to take down to the studs.

Meaning?

They're all hiding shit.

I mean, the boy clearly snuck out last night and who knows...

how many times he's done that. And then the dad...

we asked him four times directly whether or not he knew the...

other kid and he only ever responded with a question.

And then there's Sam.

What about her?

[scoffs] Guyana. She clearly knows a lot more than...

she's telling us.

[Sanders] Hmm.

Uh, yes. I'm trying to reach Detective Manny Broward.

[Male Receptionist] I'm sorry, could you repeat...

that name please?

Uh, M-Manfred Broward.

You can tell him, uh, Samantha Browne is calling.

Uh, he-he may know my last name as, uh, M-McCusker.

Uh, just a moment.

[exhales]

Um, hello, Detective Broward is no longer with the department.

Can I connect you with anyone else?

- Oh, uh, n-no. Uh, thank you. - Okay, then.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

[Widmer] Derek. Voice from the past.

Yeah, thanks for getting back to me on a Sunday.

Well, the service said there was an emergency.

Everything okay?

Uh, some clerical things.

Just need you to...

walk me through where we left off language-wise last time.

Last time being the paternity settlement...

from 16 years ago, you mean?

Mm-hmm.

It sounds like you're in a place you can't talk.

Maybe call when you can and leave a few more details.

That work for you?

That's what I'm thinking.

Meantime, I'll have my secretary pull up the old files.

Meet in my office tomorrow? I'll shoot you some times.

That'd be great.

[typing]

[exhales]

[footsteps approaching]

Manny.

- Manny! - Yeah?

When you were at the NYPD did you know...

Detective Gene McCusker?

Yeah, we crossed paths occasionally.

Occasionally?

[scoffs] We shared some cases. Why?

Is he related to Jeffrey McCusker?

Yeah, they're brothers. Why?

Serious question, why are you asking "why" so much?

[scoffs] My God. [annoyed chuckles]

Manny. Manny!

[knock on door]

- Oh, my God, Louis. - Nat. Nat, don't touch me.

- I was so scared. - My skin dirty.

Anybody calling you?

[sniffles] Um, Aked be calling like crazy. Also Mrs. Mahabir.

But I didn't pick up any of them. [cries]

Hi, Jared.

I sorry we kidnap you.

And I sorry Aked did that to your ear.

He was wrong to do that.

Um, hey, Jared, I need to talk to my brother.

Cool.

No, I mean, I need to talk to him alone.

Something ain't right with that boy.

He don't wanna call his parents and say he okay.

He say they hate him and he don't want to go home.

But they was gonna pay the money.

- Mm-hmm. - Hundreds of thousands for he.

That's why I'm saying something ain't right.

I say we take him back to the city and drop him off.

What you think?

No!

He just give us more trouble.

We plan for save he life and he life saved.

Let we just end it now.

And then what? How we gonna get home?

They give way passport. They never gonna give them back.

We need money for buy we way home.

And you're saying what? He the money?

I saying he parents try for pay way before...

so maybe they gonna try for pay way again.

So the kid we was trying to save from being kidnapped...

we now kidnapping?

[Natalia] You stupid ass you.

[Louis] I don't know, man. Did you come up with a plan for

when after we save him?

[Natalia] Did you?

[Louis] Yes, the plan I'm telling you right now!

[haunting instrumental music plays]

[Chess Player #2] Oh, shit. Yeah. They rolling?

[Chess Player #1] No, I think they playing...

Oh, fuck it.

I don't know who these people are, but...

They rehearsing again. They doing something.

- I know what you want me to do. - Come on, man.

- I'm not gonna do it. - Make a move, man.

- Hold on, hold on. - Taking all day, man.

Hey, you guys. You-You know Clarence, right?

That new old guy?

Yeah, have you seen him? We're supposed to play.

[sighs] Yeah. Uh...

Yeah, I-I heard he was at the hospital.

[Jeff exhales]

[Detective Knight] Detective Sanders, Agent Jessup...

Inspector Harmony.

Ms. Henrikson called to say her son, Nicky, might be missing.

I told her to come in and talk to you.

I pressed Ms. Henrikson about who the father is.

She didn't wanna tell me, but it's highly...

It's Derek Browne. [chuckles]

Oh, my bad. I stepped on your punchline.

- All right. - It's obvious.

Come on. Why else are we all here?

[exhaling] Oh God.

And you can't talk about it?

Are you in some type of financial arrangement that...

requires your silence?

Is this something that you know?

Something that I'm winging...

but now that I said it, now that you're looking at me

like that, am I wrong?

It's okay. You can talk about it here.

Okay.

So, um...

my son Nicholas emancipated himself just after he turned 16.

You mean he ran away.

Yes. [exhales]

- That. - [Harmony] Hmm.

How long ago was that?

[Harmony] Well, it couldn't have been that long ago.

Couple of months.

We had an arrangement.

- I wouldn't turn him in. - [Jessup] Why?

I didn't want him to go into the system.

Because you were once in the system.

Uh, a long time ago, but, yes.

You were away from each other for months, and suddenly he's...

missing 24 hours and you call the police. Why?

On Saturday I wired him money...

But it's still at the money wiring place so you're scared.

Look, I don't-I don't have the mom gene. I never did. I tried.

Yeah, that's-that's fine. And you figured out an

arrangement that works.

I mean there's no judgement. Seriously.

Nicky gets these ideas and then he builds on them. He can be...

I don't think he knows right from wrong.

Your son has mental health issues is what you're saying.

I think so.

Do you know what kind?

[exhales] It's a type of dissociative disorder.

Nicky once told me that he was gonna take care of me...

the way that his father never could.

He can be somewhat obsessed with his father...

but the thing is that he's never actually met his father.

[exhales] Does his father have something to do with...

why Nicky is missing?

[exhales] Ms. Henrikson...

we don't know...

but we want to and when we do...

I promise you that we will tell you.

In the meantime, you can shoot me your number.

And if you don't mind, your first name is...?

It's Charisse.

Thank you.

[Natalia] So, listen.

I think about it, and we actually do have an option.

But it's risky.

Outside.

I have a friend, Eloise, but she does work now for Edward Chung.

He does bring people in and out the country like Ms. Mahabir.

You wanna go to Edward Chung?

Eloise is my friend. From back in the day.

She works for Edward Chung.

We have things we can offer him, Louis. I know things.

Things I hear in Ms. Mahabir's house.

I can tell you things he not gonna hear anywhere else.

And she my friend.

At least I could try and call she.

Okay. Okay, we'll wait.

Um, also, it's possible there would be a third person.

Louis' friend, Xavier. He came here with him...

But we won't know for sure until after we talk to him.

So maybe three of us, but definitely two.

Mm-hmm.

Eloise, thank you so much.

Thank you.

Okay.

What? What she say?

[deep breath] She gonna call we tomorrow.

She say Mr. Chung don't trust a lot of people.

Especially those that work for Ms. Mahabir.

Fucking dick! It's the middle of the night. What the fuck?

You changed the locks?

Because you got three moves, Mel, and I know them all.

Well, this is the one where I come in and we make up.

If I want to do this again in two months, and again in four.

Let me guess, you turned your informant and now you...

think you can do it to anyone.

I'm sorry, so you're the detective now?

No. You're just that obvious.

- I fucking saved you. - Don't.

You were miserable with Victoria.

I was a witness, Mel. Your witness.

And it still embarrasses me we met like that, so don't!

Please.

[sighs] Oh my God.

- I'm gonna close this door. - What?

And if you cross it again, even with words...

- Carol, what? - Let me finish, bitch.

I will go ham. [Harmony laughs]

And I know this isn't the me you think you know...

but it has to be now.

I can't do this anymore. I'm done. I'm sorry.

What... Carol! [Carol sighs]

Carol, come on! I said I was sorry! You said you were sorry.

Carol!

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Well, for the record, I broke up with you first. Jesus.

How about Scotty Frank? He has vault access.

Could probably get personnel codes.

Nah, nah, nah. Frank's too dumb and too scared.

First place I went... What's his face? Uh, Abrimonte.

[Siegel] Too smart.

Then who would have access to McCusker's accounts?

[slight exhales] [chuckles]

Are you fucking kidding me? That dumb shit.

So, yeah, so some lady named something or other Mahabir...

um, she or somebody, I don't know...

I guess, read something in People Magazine

that Chef Jeff comes into the casino a lot and, uh...

her guy, Garmen Harry, uh, called me...

to find out what his credit limit was.

Same Garmen Harry who's into us for, what...

- Eighty-eight K. - Huh. Let me guess...

some of that ransom money was gonna be used to pay...

down his debt, huh?

It was his idea.

I just figured I could help you guys get some of...

your money back.

Oh, so you were doing us a favor when some lady was so...

desperate she was willing to pay you 50 K for whatever...

fucking numbers you were gonna give her.

Which is privileged information. Which pollutes my goddamn

reputation, Ron.

I-I'm sorry.

- Sy, I'm truly sorry. - Whatever.

We'll let the FBI work it out with you.

FBI?

There's a task force. FBI, NYPD, and I believe Postal Inspectors.

This kidnapping is some kind of bonanza for all of them.

What? Why?

You'll have to let me know. Good luck, Ron.

Sy.

[cell phone rings]

Hey, Brenda, what's up? Oh my God! We had that press thing.

Um, is my dad there? Okay, have him start without me then.

[Sam exhales]

Hey. I'm so sorry. I just need one minute. Okay? [exhales]

Dad! What are you doing? Why are you not in there?

What's the charity?

I mean on the new book?

The proceeds, they're going to what charity? They're all gonna ask.

They're all gonna ask.

Ours. Service Kitchen. And-And three others.

The José Andrés one, and-and two more. The one's we chose...

two months ago.

Those are just names, Sam. They're names of things.

You need to tell me what I need to remember. You know? Also...

What? That-That's why you didn't start the meeting?

Maybe you could deign to look one or two up once in a while.

Just tell me to and I will. All right?

Oh, also the, uh, the USA Today guy.

You know the one that did the five questions

about whatever the fuck that was. Uh, is it Nick or Rick?

It's Richard something. [exhales]

Are you sure?

Uh, hi. I am so sorry. We had a-a family emergency.

E-Everyone's good. Basically. Yeah, um...

let's just say there are very few times we relish talking...

to a gaggle of reporters. [Sam & Reporters chuckle]

[Reporter] So, how did you go from a small, self-produced...

tomatillo sauce and a handful of specialty stores...

to a national brand?

Very expensively. [Jeff & Reporters laugh]

Uh, well, we-we got lucky on a-a couple of investments.

And, uh, he said, you know, the heck with it...

let's go all in on my dream.

- Well, that went really... - What the hell, Dad?

Next time just start the damn meeting.

Oh. Oh, come on, Sam. You know that I, I don't like...

talking about myself.

[scoffs] Yeah, you-you don't like when you have to tone...

the words down because you sound like a douche when you say...

what you want people to print.

Oh, we were doing the tag team. For the good of the brand.

No, do the "what me worry" on them.

Oh, Sam. [Sam exhales]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just...

I think I'm a little scared.

Yeah. I am too.

[exhales]

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

[Broward] A slice of Hawaiian pizza if you guess who this is.

Well, someone who knows I used to like Hawaiian pizza...

which I haven't since law school, so...

Manny Broward.

Oh, my God. Detective Broward.

Well, it's-it's Inspector Broward now.

I'm no longer a cop. I'm USPIS.

Wow, this is so weird. I was just talking to...

a Postal Inspector.

I know. And I was told you called my old job...

looking for me. I bet I know why.

I thought the same thing you did.

Yeah, the, uh, kidnapping ends at a park two blocks...

from your home. [slight chuckle]

The target is Jeffrey McCusker's grandson.

Jeffrey, whose brother Gene was...

- I know. I know. - Discharged years ago...

because of you know.

[sighs] Have you even spoken to him since?

Gene? [chuckles]

Gene McCusker wouldn't talk to me if I was...

bringing him 20 more years of being 20.

Anyway, it's kind of a life's too short sort of thing.

The irony...

Saturday night...

I literally had someone at the park, who left right before it went down.

Yeah. [chuckles]

It was just... I'm sorry. Personal issues.

Leave it at that.

- Was this Melanie Harmony? - Melody.

[chuckles] Her name is Melody Harmony?

[chuckles] Might explain a few things, right? Yeah.

Yeah. Well, she was, she was a loose cannon.

Yeah, keep your wits about you. She has a history of

personal encroachment.

So, you called because the kidnapping has you thinking...

about the Guyana deal.

- I wanna do the right thing. - Mm-hmm.

Sam, what happened over 20 years ago with your uncle is between you and me.

And not relevant.

I protect my witnesses. My informants, my sources.

I would think the past 20 years has proven that.

No, I get that. I'm sorry. I...

- It still keeps me up sometimes. - Oh, come on.

I mean, I knew Gene should have known better.

- I don't think this... - No, and we were a one-off.

I mean, we were in and we were out.

You got to stop feeling sorry for Gene McCusker.

He got a cushy retirement.

Is it... Um...

- His injury. His foot. - Yeah.

Is it true that that was self-inflicted?

[exhales] He never went to jail. He wasn't even charged.

He was protected by his own.

It is impressive whatever you guys have done with...

this Chef Jeff thing.

You did the right thing.

Back then.

You did what you had to. And everyone's fine.

[haunting instrumental music plays] [no other audio]

[Derek] Thanks for seeing me at such short notice.

Did you get a chance to...

I did look over the file. Yes.

As for your initial question while Ms. Henrikson...

technically is not allowed to seek you out, it's trickier...

with her son, Nicholas.

As he was a minor, a newborn at the time. So...

The other question.

- The reason I skipped the gym. - Right.

What if the mother was angry? Which I would be.

And wanted to try and prove, I don't know...

that maybe-maybe on the night, on Saturday...

I didn't, I don't know, try hard enough.

You mean, could Ms. Henrikson assert somehow her child...

was killed because...

I don't even mean consciously.

Okay, on some level, you acted...

Or failed to act. I don't know.

Because why? Because unconsciously you thought it...

would have damaged your own life, let's say.

Is that-Is that what you're asking?

I'm not saying that happened. I don't know what happened.

I don't know how it happened. But people, you know,

they talk about...

Okay.

How people do things they're unaware of consciously.

Derek, I'm gonna speak hypothetically for a moment.

If in the past a murder occurred... Let me finish.

And you feel you may have been, again in the past, a party...

Please, let me finish, Derek.

I'm just saying, if on a level I was even unaware of.

Derek, are you asking me if she might have a legal...

case against you?

Or are you asking whether you have not legal, but maybe...

personal cause to feel responsible...

for this child's death?

[slight grunting exhale] It's stupid, right?

[slight chuckle] No. But it's a question more for

a psychologist than an attorney.

Right.

[electronics whirl] [students talking]

[giggles]

Yeah.

[door chime rings]

[Charisse] So, for three days, 16 years ago, you came into...

the club and you said your name was Dave.

Don't "Dave" me now, Derek.

Yesterday, I was with the police and today you're here...

so what is going on?

Why are you suddenly in my life again?

Why-Why were you at the police? Was it because he didn't

come home?

Derek, you have to fucking tell me what the fuck is going on.

[Gene] My balance.

[Cindy] No, you do great. You're okay.

- I don't get on ladders anymore. - Well, thank God for...

Uncle Gene. Aunt Cindy.

I was hoping maybe we could all chat. [exhales]

I-I don't understand. You think my presence will help him?

Maybe. I mean, he's pretty rattled.

My brother's rattled?

Well, I'm sure you can appreciate us...

Sam, Sam, listen you're a pretty girl...

you've always been smart, you're certainly too smart to...

do whatever the hell it is you do for my brother...

but don't patronize me with bullshit.

You think just because he fucked me...

- No, he vehemently denies it. - No, you know he fucked me.

He knows he fucked me. That I had something to do with...

whatever the fuck happened in the park?

- Seriously? Are you kidding me? - All right. You know what? Gene.

Samantha, it was really good to see you, but I think that...

now you should...

Cindy, this is a recon mission. Isn't it, Sam? This is recon.

This is... Let's see if old Uncle Gene has a tell before you...

open up the whole can of worms. Right?

I used to do this for a living. "My dad is rattled."

Which one of them sent you?

Your mom or your dad?

You know, I'd hate to be your son with you still having to...

raise your goddamn parents.

Chef Jeff is a fraud.

My father works very hard.

Well, isn't that nice that he has a chance to do that?

Maybe someday you'll ask him why does he have to run all...

over the place trying to prove what a good man he is?

Ask him that.

Ask him who was there for him in the beginning. You know?

Before the whole world was kissing his ass.

And then ask him where all of that damn money came from.

All right. Gene, that's enough. Stop.

What are you really trying to find, Sam?

Why the hell are you really here?

Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I came.

I'm sorry, Aunt Cindy.

Hey, you want to know the the biggest difference between...

Jeffrey and me?

- I said nothing about him. - Gene!

Now, I was good cop. I made a mistake and I paid for it.

But I have said nothing all of these years...

and I still won't because I am not him.

I understand.

[deep breaths]

It's about time.

Mm-hmm.

Where's Louis?

Well, ain't that the question of the day?

We haven't seen him since you dropped him off. Him or Natalia.

There's another informer.

And who that be?

Well, guess what? It's not Keesen.

[suspenseful instrumental music plays]

Louis?

Not just.

[Xavier] What you doing, Aked?

[heavy breaths] Googling Jared Browne with an e.

Fucking rich, white kid, Saturday night, Washington Square...

Park, famous grandfather,

bullet in the head.

Nothing.

Nothing. Not an article.

Not even a fucking New York Post.

Nah. [breathes heavily]

Since when Jared got long hair like this?

Aked, what you doing? You want Jumbie catch we?

What the fuck is your problem?

- Don't touch no dead person direct. - What's wrong with you?

Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me.

What?

What?

What if Louis ain't want me to see Jared's body...

[slight chuckle] because there wasn't any Jared's body?

[music intensifies]