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[Indistinct conversation]

[Dean Martin's "Who's
got the Action?" plays]

♪ Gal is like a racehorse,
I play her to win ♪

- ♪ But if I should lose her ♪
- Jason, what are you doing?

Stop staring at the customers.

You know who that is over there?

Guy in the suspenders?
Some actor or something?

It's Oliver Clausten.

He's the C.E.O. of Clausten
Capital Investments.

They're as big as you
can get on Wall Street.

I must have sent my résumé
over there 10 times.

- Well, be the best waiter he's ever had,
- Waiter? Dad, no.

- and maybe...
- I... [sighs]

I got to show this guy what
I can actually do for him.

No, Jason. Don't bother them.

How is everything over here so far?

- ♪ Just lay it on the line ♪
- It's excellent. Thank you.

- You're okay?
- Could be better, though, right?

♪ And won't you be mine? ♪

- Always.
- Exactly.

Like, say, maybe if, instead of the check,

I slipped you a can't-miss stock tip.

♪ Some can't go the distance ♪
[Laughs]

♪ They're only good in sprints ♪

I love this.

What do you got, kid?

♪ They don't run to form ♪

And then this kid tells me
about this Chinese company

that makes chips for mobile.

I never heard of them.

As of market close today, however,

Clausten Capital's investment
in Zhu Lai Electronics

has earned the firm and
its clients over $83 million.

All right! Yes!

Man: Whoo! [Cheers and applause]

You've become like a son to me.

And what can I say?

I believe in spoiling my kids.

♪ Just lay it on the line ♪

[Keys jingle, alarm chirps]
♪ I'll bet you 10 to one ♪

♪ I'll bet you 10 to one ♪

♪ I'll bet you 10 to one ♪

♪ You will be mine ♪

[Camera shutter clicking]
[Police radio chatter]

The victim shows signs
of alcohol intoxication.

So, likely drunk, he climbed
onto the barrier and fell.

Well, why aren't his hands wrinkled?

Who's that?

Me? Hi.

Lucas Wahl, Assistant M.E.

Yeah, I sat right next to
you on the way up, so...

I was just wondering why the victim's hands

aren't showing more signs of water swelling.

You'll have my official report
by the end of the day.

Wow. That's fast.

We've been working with Dr. Morgan.

You sure you don't want to
do something weird or...

disgusting to the body first?

You know... turn his head
inside out or something.

Right.

Look, I have one more question.

Why would the victim climb the barrier

in the middle of the night?

The "why" is your job, detective.

You miss him as much as I do?

[Sighs] The accent, the scarf...

The "joie de death"?

[Chuckles] How long has he been out now?

Uh, three weeks, two days, and a few hours.

Who's counting, though, right?

I'm worried about him, you know?

I mean, he killed a man.

I'm worried about him, too.

I, uh... I called over there
a few times, but I got Abe.

- He said he was doing...
- He's doing fine.

Yeah, I know. I called, too.

[Chuckles, breathes deeply]

Wonder what that guy does
to keep himself busy.

[Classical music plays]

Abe: Trap finally got one, huh?

No, actually.

My initial examination
suggests another cause.

Henry, when are you thinking
about going back to work?

You see, the rat is incredibly thin.

It was likely hungry,

so it climbed up the length of the chimney.

There are soot marks on its feet...

Where it slipped and fell

and broke several bones and then...

crawled into the trap.

Tragic.

No, not really.

Look, Henry, I was all for you

taking off some time from
work after what happened.

By "what happened," you mean...

You having had to kill a psychopath

who attacked you in your home.

Yes, that.

You had no choice. It was self-defense.

But that's the thing, isn't it?

I had no choice.

[Grunts]

[Breathes deeply]

I was manipulated,
outsmarted by this... Adam.

The caller said he was
immortal, but this man is...

Dead. Very dead.

He wasn't the anonymous caller.

He made me kill a man.

A very bad man.

But does it matter? Adam's won.

Look, the only way he wins

is if you decide to pack it in

and sit around here and Sherlock rats.

[Telephone ringing]

Hello?

Hey, Marco. Nah. It's good to...

What?

Oh, my God.

Marco, I'm coming over. Uh...

Yeah, a-all right. I'm so sorry.

That was Marco, my old army buddy.

His son is dead.

Henry: There is a risk anytime
we venture into the unknown,

whenever we are compelled, for whatever
reason... [camera shutter clicking]

To push away the safety of the familiar,

of family and home.

As promised, my report.

My assessment remains
accidental death by drowning.

And there is the notion

that this impulse is, indeed, for the best,

that whatever doesn't
kill us makes us stronger.

Unless, of course, it does.

A-ask about the glass.

- What glass?
- Uh...

The small shards of dark glass
found near the head wound?

Likely unrelated to the C.O.D.

Assistant M.E.s, like children,
should be seen and not heard.

Don't you agree, detective?

Oh, absolutely.

Well, most of the time, wouldn't you say?

Dr. Washington, Detective Martinez, Lucas,

good to see you all.

Good to see you, Henry.

Are you back? Please tell me you're back.

Well, I did come in early this morning

to examine Jason Fox's body,

along with some related forensic evidence.

I hope you don't mind.

He was the son of a friend of Abe's.

I took the opportunity

to test the salinity of
the water in his lungs.

As did I.

It's within the range of the
salinity of the East River.

But only at full moon, high tide...

Not present on the night of the murder.

And the nature of the head trauma

suggests that he was struck by
an object traveling at speed

rather than an injury sustained in the fall.

And then, there's the burn on the neck.

Unrelated to the C.O.D., in my opinion.

Yeah, fair enough.

But in my opinion,

both it and the fractures
around the victim's knees

were incurred postmortem.

Finally, there were the
splinters of white pine

under his fingernails.

Why?

Well, detective, it seems
you would have a choice...

My analysis, which will wrap up
the case by the end of the day,

or Dr. Morgan's stew of
suppositions and suggestions,

which will lead to paperwork and insanity.

Are you feeling okay, Henry?

I'm fine. Thank you.

I choose insanity. Welcome back, Henry.

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I hear Henry's back.

Yeah. He turned up this morning.

He's gonna work the Fox case with me.

How does he seem to you?

Seems okay. Same old Henry.

Well, you and I both know
that examining dead bodies

is a hell of a lot different

than being responsible for one.

And Henry's not a cop.

Taking a life and all that comes after that

isn't something that he's been trained for.

I know.

I also know that coming back to work

was one of the only things
that made me feel better.

And at least this way, I can
keep an eye on him, right?

When was the last time you spoke to Jason?

A week ago maybe.

But it was... just the usual.

Quick. "How you doing, dad?

I got to go."

Seemed like he was always
in between meetings.

And don't get me wrong...
I-I was happy for him.

The kid worked like hell,

beat every odd to get to where he was,

but since he started at that firm,

it was like...

[Voice breaking] It was
like I lost a piece of him.

Did you know many of the
people that he worked with?

I knew Hannah, his girlfriend.

She works there.

Nice enough girl.

But, look, those people and that world...

It... it's all about money.

It's not what I wanted for Jason.

It's not what I would have chosen for him.

And I can't help but think...

Think what?

That if he hadn't been part of it,

then, somehow, he'd still be alive.

I just wish I could have kept him safe.

That's a father's job. Right?

Abigail: Henry.

Man: Just inside the
border of North Vietnam,

- was struck today by U.S...
- What is it, Abigail?

[Radio chatter continues]

A draft letter.

It came.

What came? Hi, mom.

Abraham...

My draft letter.

Not really a surprise, is it?

So...

You ready to have another
soldier in the house, mom?

No. She most certainly is not.

Nor am I.

We need to have a serious
discussion about our options.

Our options?

The only name on this letter is mine,

and the only option I'm considering

is serving my country like you two did.

Yes, which is why we know
better than you how horrific...

Dad, please.

I'm going to report for duty.

This is my decision.

Jo: When Jason dropped you off

after the party on Clausten's boat,

did you ask him where he was going?

Of course.

He said he just wanted to
drive the car some more.

Hmm. That seem odd to you?

[Voice breaking] No.

I'm an early bird,

but Jason had this incredible energy.

Like, he was just so happy

to be living the life he was living.

Like, he appreciated it more

because of how hard he had to work for it.

He was special.

[Chuckles] Different. [Thud]

[Sniffles]

And after he dropped you off,

what did you do? [Tapping]

Worked a bit, then went to sleep.

[Tapping continues] Beautiful floors.

White pine. But you stained them.

Yes, that's right.

Had Jason been working on them recently?

The floor? No.

[Hollow tapping]

He had white pine splinters
under his fingernails.

Seems to me that a savings account

would yield a higher rate of return.

I had no idea that was there.

Jo: The hiding space or the money?

Both.

That's quite a bit of money.
Looks like almost 100 grand.

Well... it's not?

Look, I know this may sound strange.

But for us, at least,
it's not a lot of money.

What is it you do again?

[Indistinct conversations]
[Telephones ringing]

Melanie: Detective Martinez, Dr. Morgan.

Melanie Sparo, Mr. Clausten's assistant.

I understand you're here to
take a look at Jason's office.

Yes, that's right.

Can I get you anything...

Water, pellegrino, fresh juice, champagne?

Oh, no, thank you. We're on duty.

Doesn't stop anyone here.

This was Jason's office.

I'll be right back with your water.

Ah, you guys are late.

You're the decorators, right?

He looks like a decorator.

You moving in?

Yeah. Why else would I have hired you?

So, spare no expense.

The guy who was in here before me,

he grew up in, like,
seriously deep Brooklyn.

Had no taste.

I'm Detective Martinez with the NYPD.

We're investigating the death
of that guy with no taste.

Yes. I believe his name was Jason.

Mm-hmm. What's yours?

Sorry. Uh, Val. Val Kaplan.

I'll get out of your hair.

Jason was...

He'll be missed.

Apparently not by him.

Hmm.

[Sighs]

Henry, check this out.

There was an altercation in here.

Caused that lamp to fall off

and left this blood on the carpet.

Melanie: Water.

Thanks. Is there anything else?

Yeah. We'd like to speak
with Oliver Clausten.

[Bell clanging] Mr. Clausten
and Jason were very close.

He's taken this pretty hard. Here he is now.

- Mr. Clausten...
- Congratulations, everyone,

for the end of another successful day...

Sorry. It's time for Oliver's talk.

- And night, for our team in London.
- His what?

Good morning to everyone
over in Tokyo and Shanghai.

Here in New York, we continue
to mourn and process the loss

of our colleague, Jason Fox.

You know how I like to call
you guys and girls my soldiers.

Well, Jason was a green beret.

He fought, conquered,

and destroyed every
obstacle to his success...

Every obstacle.

Why? Because he understood
the simple, cruel perhaps,

but unyielding precept that fuels this firm

and, for that matter, the planet Earth.

Who here can tell me what that is?

- Kill! Kill! Kill!
- What?

Kill! Kill! Kill!

- Excuse me?
- Kill! Kill! Kill!

- Again.
- Kill! Kill! Kill!

Or?

Be killed! Be killed! Be killed!

Oliver: Kill or be killed.

Rest in peace, Jason.

And with him in your
hearts and in his honor...

Let's get back to work.

[Applause]

I'd say we have a few more suspects.

Jo: Did Jason say anything to you

about where he was going
that night after the party?

Nope. Seemed set on breaking
in his new Aston Martin.

Big-game hunting, skydiving...

It seems you have a taste
for dangerous living.

Makes me a better trader... no fear.

Got to be able to play chicken
with the market and not blink.

Do you have any idea if
Jason had any conflicts

with anyone here at the firm
or with any of his clients?

Our clients tend to be
pretty satisfied with us.

It's a handy by-product of
generating wealth for them

that, combined, annually,

is equal to the GDP of Western Europe.

Hmm. It's hard for me to imagine.

I've never been to Western Europe.

It's beautiful.

What about anyone here?

Seems to me you've created an environment

that is, indeed, ferocious.

You know, I'm sure there were people here

that were envious of Jason's
success, his closeness with me,

and may have secretly wished
some pretty nasty things on him.

But being ferocious is
absolutely what it takes to win.

You have any idea why Jason
would have $100,000 in cash

hidden in the floorboards of his apartment?

Hookers, blow, gas money... who knows?

$100,000 seems a bit light, though.

I always keep at least $3 million

stashed away somewhere special

in case I've got to get
out of town in a hurry.

And why would you need to
get out of town in a hurry?

In case I forget what
Western Europe looks like.

I got to run. I've got an appointment.

But, please, feel free

to talk to any of my employees.

Oliver said you should feel
free to talk to anyone...

Actually, I'm not done talking to Oliver.

Long commute?

Yes, well...

More comfortable for two buses and a train.

Sheepshead Bay.

That's where Jason was from.

You two must have felt like strangers

in a strange land in here.

We used to laugh about making it out.

Jason was a good egg.

Hmm. Yes, I bet he was.

Which is why I was hoping

you could help me with something, Melanie.

Have you any idea how blood

got on the carpet in Jason's office?

I actually had a few more questions.

Fire away.

I have reason to believe

that Jason was in a physical
altercation of some kind

in his office recently.

Right.

That. [Elevator bell dings]

He said it was some guy he knew growing up.

I told him to avoid that element.

He was an unsophisticated investor.

Looks like you made a mistake.

This one's headed up instead of down.

No mistake.

My helicopter lands on the roof.

[Button clicks]

I don't go down.

Oliver Clausten is a total ass.

- Kevin Crachiolla.
- Uh, who?

The name of the person

with whom Jason fought in his office.

He owns an auto shop in Brooklyn.

I got it from Melanie, Clausten's assistant.

She said that a client came
to visit Jason a week ago

after work hours.

She checked the firm's appointment records

and got his name... Kevin Crachiolla.

Abe: Nice work, Henry.

Let's go get this Crachiolla guy.

We will tomorrow.

And by "we," I mean Jo and I.

Why not... why not... Why
not you and me tonight?

- Abe...
- Don't "Abe" me.

One of my best friends just lost his son.

Look, I want to be involved in this thing.

Actually, there is something.

We found this key hidden
in Jason's apartment.

Now, I've never seen
anything like it before.

Have you?

No.

But I know someone who would
know everything about it.

You mind if I give it to him tomorrow?

Okay. Show it to your friend.

But make sure it gets back to me.

I just want to be helpful.

You know...

Jason was Marco's only kid.

I mean, you... can you imagine
what he must be going through?

[Sighs]

Seem like a long time ago to you?

Yes. And no.

Well, you experience
time a little differently

than everyone else.

Yes.

But unlike time, war
has been the same for me

as it is for everyone else...

Brutal and terrifying beyond imagination.

War's not an adventure, Abe.

I know that.

But there are some things
you can't run from.

If you'd seen the things
that I've seen, Abe,

lost the loved ones that I've lost,

you'd soon understand
how pointless it all is.

And if given the chance
to change the outcome,

to protect...

It's not your job to protect me.

- Yes, it is.
- You're just afraid.

- Well, of course I am.
- And so am I.

But what you don't understand...

Maybe you can't understand...

is that risking your life for
something you believe in

is a blessing...

Not a curse.

[Whirring, ratcheting]

You know, I noticed on the way in

that this garage abuts the gowanus canal.

Yeah. You thinking about taking a dip?

[Chuckles] No, no. Not today.

No, the canal is more
brackish than the East River,

its salinity more in line with
what was in Jason's lungs.

Can I help you?

Hi, I'm Detective Martinez with the NYPD.

Do you know a Jason Fox?

Yeah. Why?

Did you pay him a visit
at his office recently?

Get in a little fight?

Yeah, we had a disagreement.

It's not what I'd call a fight...

Not where we grew up, at least.

Wait. Is he pressing charges?
You got to be kidding me.

Jason is dead.

We found his body two days
ago by the East River.

Are you serious?

What did you guys fight about?

[Sighs]

When I heard he was really
killing it on Wall Street,

I gave him some of my money to invest.

How much?

100 grand.

But some stuff came up for
me. I needed the money back.

Jason said no problem.

Then he said he needed more time.

I never got a straight answer about why.

Jo? Would you come here for a moment?

We done here?

You just hang tight, Kevin.

This bolt, those car mats, and this bulb

are all from a 2014 Aston Martin Vantage S.

Jo: Jason's new car.

See how the bulb is cracked at its base?

It would cause it to heat improperly.

That was the cause of
the burn on Jason's neck.

And his right knee was fractured

because he was stuffed
inside that very same trunk.

They chopped it already.

There are parts of this
car all over the garage.

[Engine revs]

And that is the sound of
an Aston Martin engine.

[Tires squeal]

Inside an Impala?

He's getting away!

Henry, stop!

Henry!

Henry!

[Tires screech]

[Car alarm wailing]

Kevin: What the hell's wrong with that guy?!

Good question.

Interrogation room one, please.

Henry, what the hell was that all about?

You could have been killed.
I could have been killed.

I'm sorry. I just didn't
want to let him get away.

Henry, that's not your job.

Look, he was manipulating us.

I wasn't gonna let that happen.

Manipulating us?

You say it like it was personal.

The guy was lying.

That's what guilty people tend to do.

Listen, you said that you
were ready to come back.

Is that true?

Yes.

Come on, Henry.

I've been through this before.

What goes through your
mind after taking a life...

It is not easy.

You know that you can talk to me, right?

[Sighs]

I know.

And I appreciate that.

But I'm fine, really.

[Horns honking] [Indistinct conversations]

[Machinery whirring]

[Bell jingles]

Well, well, if it isn't Abe the Knave.

You know we don't serve your
kind around here, don't you?

Yeah. And what kind is that?

Guys who steal girls

from guys they were in the
same damn platoon with.

Jerry, that was 30 years ago.

We kicked the brits' ass in 1776.

We still celebrate the 4th of July.

[Machine grinding]

Hey, uh, Jerry.

J-Jer... Jerry!

You know what kind of a key this is?

What it might be used for?

Do I know?

I will forget more about
keys tonight in my sleep

than you will learn in your whole lifetime.

J... Jerry, it's... it's...
it's not about me.

It's about Marco.

♪Oh ♪

His son, actually.

What, little Jason?

[Sighs] He's, uh, dead.

He... was murdered.

What? Murdered?

[Clears throat]

Look, this key, whatever it leads to,

could help catch whoever did it.

Let me see this.

It's rare.

It's made for a special
kind of humidor lock.

For cigars.

I know what a humidor is, Jerry.

Leave this with me.
I'll see what I can find.

For Marco.

Hmm.

Where did you get Jason's car, Kevin?

He called me earlier that day,
said he finally had my money.

Told me to come to his
place in Tribeca at 10:00.

He never showed, so...

- I went looking for him.
- Where?

- His dad's restaurant.
- What time?

Uh... 11:00? Ask his old man.

They were about to close,

but he still brought me out a bowl of clams.

So, after that, I went back to his place

and waited for him in his garage.

Around 4:00 A.M., this Aston Martin

pulls in Jason's spot.

So I figured, "you know
what? I'm borrowing it."

So, you're saying you saw Jason

pull into the garage at 4:00 A.M.

Well, that makes you the last person

to see him alive, Kevin.

No. I wasn't the last person,

because it wasn't Jason in the car.

Looked like him... The
suit, the slicked-back hair.

But it wasn't him.

Are you blowing smoke here, Kevin?

All these broker douches look alike.

But I grew up with Jason.
I know what he looks like.

[Thud]

The steering wheel from
Jason's Aston Martin.

They found it at the garage.

[Sighs] What a waste.

Not really.

- I pulled three sets of prints off of it.
- Three?

Jason's, that Crachiolla guy,
and one set without an I.D.

Hey. I pulled some photos of the
male staff at Clausten Capital

for Crachiolla to look at.

Guess who he I.D.'d.

The redecorator.

Yep. Val Kaplan.

So, Lucas pulled three sets of fingerprints

from the steering wheel.

We can match two of them.

Perhaps we've just found number three.

Hi, Val. Remember me?

I'm not here to redecorate.

[Elevator bell dings]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell is this?

They're arresting me, Oliver.

- I didn't... I didn't...
- V-val, don't...

say another word.

Where's he going, detective?

Down.

Abe: Now, are y-you sure
the humidor is on this boat?

Jerry: I spoke to the guy that installed it.

Are you sure what we're
doing is a good idea?

I mean, this guy Clausten's big cheese.

You sure you want to be messing with him?

If we wait any longer, the
evidence can get destroyed.

What evidence?

Well, that's what we're gonna find out.

Just trust me about this,
huh? It's not my first case.

Oh. Okay. It might be my fourth.

Look, we're still doing this for Marco.

- Okay. Yeah.
- All right.

Just follow my lead.

Just let me explain once more.

Uh, uh, I work for the humidor company,

and, uh, Juan here, my colleague,

is the, um, locking, uh,
mechanism, uh, specialist.

Mr. Clausten's humidor
is equipped with a sensor

that sends a distress signal
every time the moisture level

becomes dangerously high.

And, sir, I can tell you right
now, we are in the red zone.

Is that true?

Uh, he doesn't speak much English.

He's, uh, originally from Cuba.

Yeah. Sí.

I'll need to call Mr. Clausten.

No, no, no. We... we...
we don't have any time.

That's moisture... moisture,
moisture, moisture.

It's very h-humid. [Chuckles]

All right. The humidor's right there.

Just be quick about it.

Now, look, why don't you and I,

uh, uh, go into the wheelhouse over there...

Mm. And let Juan here, uh, do his magic?

Gracias, señor.

Please.

I didn't kill him.

Jo: We can put you in the
car after the party, Val.

At the least, that makes you an accessory.

You are looking at 10 years minimum.

I am talking about State Pen.

Do you have any idea what
happens to guys like you

in places like that?

Look, you have to understand, I just...

Just what? Just dumped the body?

Well, that's good, Val.

That means you're not a murderer.

Even better, it means you know who is.

Maybe we can work out a deal.

You can avoid having

an overly friendly prison roommate. Hmm?

Oliver...

called me around midnight.

He said to come over to his place.

Jason's body was in the pool.

I carried it to the elevator.

[Grunts]

I got his car.

I stuffed the body in the trunk.

And I dumped the body by the river.

And why would you do all that, Val?

Oliver told me it wouldn't be a problem,

that he'd take care of it.

[Doorbell rings]

[Police radio chatter]

We have a warrant to search
your house and property.

Perfect.

I just opened a beautiful '74 Barolo,

and I've got an entire case inside,

so there's plenty to go around.

Come on in.

Gentlemen.

Hmm. Salt water.

Healthier for you.

I imagine its salinity matches the water

found in Jason's lungs.

Same glass as we found near
the wound on Jason's head...

from a wine bottle.

So, Jason was hit with it.

He then fell into this pool.

And he drowned.

Thinks he's pretty smart, doesn't he?

Does that remind you of anyone?

[Cellphone rings]

[Beep]

Lieutenant.

Joanne: You guys need to get back here.

To the station? Why?

Henry just found the murder weapon.

Well, that's good.

Someone just walked into
my office and confessed.

Jo: I'd like to hear it all again.

Oliver invited Jason and me

to come back to his place after the boat.

We went back there,

and Oliver finally got tired
and went off to bed.

It was just Jason and me.
And he made a move on me.

I wasn't interested.

He was really drunk, got angry...

Said it was because I
was sleeping with Oliver.

And were you? Are you?

No and no.

What Jason said really
pissed me off, though.

A little of the old neighborhood
came out in me, I guess.

I threw a bottle of wine at him.

He stumbled off into the pool.

I didn't mean to kill him.

Yeah. I got to hand it to
this Clausten character.

He's one smart cookie.

Hey! Hey!

Henry. Get over here.

There's been a huge break in the case.

What, you've heard about Melanie already?

Melanie? No, no. Just listen.

Jerry and I figured out
that that key you gave us

was for the humidor on
Oliver Clausten's boat.

So we pulled off this
operation, and we broke in.

And guess what.

Along with those fine cigars
he's keeping in his humidor,

- there was also...
- These files.

Yeah? Filled with all sorts

of confidential financial information.

Tell him, Myron. You remember Myron?

My accountant.

Myron Roth, Dr. Morgan.

May I ask if you are currently satisfied

with your tax-preparation professional?

Myron, just tell Henry what we got.

These papers are Clausten Capital's

actual financial records.

The stuff the firm is
showing to the investors,

the S.E.C... it's all bull.

The whole operation

is just one big, very
complicated Ponzi scheme.

I'm sorry.

Did you say that you stole these files

from Clausten's boat?

Not "stole." We... we liberated them.

No, no, no, no. Don't you understand?

Jason had that key hidden

because he found out about
what Clausten was up to.

Maybe that's why he was killed.

How could you?! How could all of you?!

Don't you realize

that even if everything
you're saying is true,

because of how it was obtained,

none of it can be used against...

Who are you calling, Henry?

I thought you said he was cool.

Melanie, once you sign that confession,

there is no going back.

There's no way to get back
the years, possibly decades

you are gonna lose in prison.

[Cellphone ringing]

Hey. What's up?

Are you kidding me?! He did what?!

And you've seen all of this?

All right. I'm gonna call you back.

[Beep]

Melanie, that was a source
of mine at the S.E.C.

Clausten Capital Investments
and Oliver Clausten personally

are being charged with security fraud.

No. It's not true.

Jason confronted Oliver,
and Oliver killed him.

Now he's paying you to take the fall.

No.

How much, Melanie?

$5 million? $10 million?

Do you know what a forensic accountant does?

The S.E.C. has hundreds of them.

Now, it might take them awhile.

It may take them the entire
length of your sentence,

but they will find that money.

You will get out,

and you will be left with nothing.

[Door opens]

Wait.

It was $20 million.

Hasn't been wired yet.

Oliver killed Jason.

[Indistinct shouting]

It's just a rumor. Business as usual.

Hey, come on. Those kind of
threats are not necessary.

- Everything here is just fine.
- Man: Shred everything!

You just got to trust me.

Man: FBI! We have a warrant!

Stop your work! Drop those files!

Man ♪: Everyone, come over here, please.

Man: Let me see those hands.
Step away from the desk.

You and you, fan out with me to find Oliver.

- Henry, you...
- Stay here. Will do.

Man: Leave those files where they are.

Man ♪: Step away from the computer now!

Step away from the desk.

You two. You two, move over here.

[Indistinct shouting]

Stop your work. Stop your work.

Man: Anyone have a 20 on Oliver Clausten?

He's not in his office.

Man 2: His key card says
he's still in the building.

[Elevator bell dings]

[Elevator doors close]

[Elevator bell dings]

[Engine turns over]

[Engine revving]

[Tires squeal]

[Tires squealing]

Jason went to Oliver's
that night after the party

to confront him about
what the firm was up to.

Oliver got pissed,

threw one of his fancy
bottles of red wine at him.

Jason fell in the pool and drowned.

He had Val clean it up and
paid Melanie to take the fall.

Nice work, Jo.

You and Morgan are quite the team.

Yeah. I guess we are.

And Henry hasn't behaved in
any way out of the ordinary?

Well, this is Henry we're
talking about, right?

So what's ordinary?

You know what I mean.

No.

No. Same old Henry.

He's back.

♪ Oh, I've tried ♪

Committing fully to the
protection of another

can often engender a kind of paradox.

[Indistinct conversation]

In doing so, we are tempted
to put ourselves at risk...

The very thing most likely to cause pain

in those whom we are trying so
desperately to keep pain from.

♪ A good man ♪

Henry! You're here.

Hey. Join us, huh?

- Have a drink.
- Ah, thank you.

- You earned it.
- Oh, you did, too.

The S.E.C. were very happy to
receive your anonymous tip...

Although you might get an earful from Jo

- next time you see her.
- Oh, don't worry. I can handle her.

Man, you can't tell that dude nothing.

[Chuckling] Hey!

Thank you, Henry.

For everything.

My pleasure, Marco.

And, after all, from what I can gather,

you were a big reason why this
one came home safe from Vietnam.

- That's true, Marco.
- Yeah, me too, pal. Me too.

Marco, I think you should know Jason

had intended to return
Kevin Crachiolla's investment

using his own money.

Because you raised him right, Marco.

Thanks, man.

♪ The lonesome girl ♪

Over time, however,

one learns that the choices of those we love

are impossible to control.

You'll write... every day.

Every day? Come on, mom.

[Chuckles, sniffles]

I love you so much, Abraham.

Henry: We both do.

And we're proud of you.

Dad. You came.

How could I not?

I owe you an apology, Abe.

You are, indeed, capable
of making your own choices,

as I was at your age.

You've reminded me of that...

And of how loving someone
means supporting them

even if it scares you to do so.

Especially then.

[Sighs]

[Sniffles] I love you.

[Breathes deeply]

Look after yourself out there, okay?

I will.

And I love you, too.

[Sighs]

Hey.

I'm Marco.

Hi. Abe.

So...

You scared?

[Chuckles]

- Yeah.
- Me, too.

I mean, I'm from Brooklyn,

so I figured I'll be all right.

You stick with me, Abe.

I'll take care of you.

[Knock on door]

[Lock turns]

[Bell jingles]

Have you come to tell me

you no longer want to
work with me in the field?

No, Henry.

I still want to work with you.

But if we're gonna do that, you need...

To be less careless. Yes.

Yes. Absolutely.

But that's not what I came here to say.

Henry...

You and I... we're...
we're not so different.

We're both a little guarded,
a little screwed up.

Maybe a lot screwed up.

And we both have killed people.

It leaves you feeling like

you have to make up for it somehow...

You know, you have to solve every case,

maybe throw yourself in front of a few cars

to make sure a bad guy doesn't get away.

But it doesn't work, none of it.

I didn't have to kill him.

[Sighs]

I shouldn't have, but I did.

And that's something I'm
gonna have to live with.

Forever.

Me too.

Can I tell you something, Henry?

For me...

You make that a little easier.

I just...

I just want to be able
to do the same for you.

[Cellphone ringing]

Hey. What's up?

Okay. Right now?

I'm on my way.

How would you like to see a dead body?

I thought you'd never ask.

[Bell jingles]

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