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Previously on tracker... Hello, whales.

Hey, can you get the
hell out of my house?

Not till we talk about Gina picket.

Ten years ago today,
she disappears from

the well town mall parking lot.

I ain't got nothing to say to you

or her whack-job sister.

You go see him?

Yeah. And?

I'm gonna prove it was
you, whales. Good luck.

I'm not gonna stop until I find out

what happened to your sister.

- You law enforcement?
- Tacoma pd,

retired. Name's Keaton.

Maybe you could help me out.

Gina picket.

I've been looking for ten years.

Well, I owe you.

Whoa!

Man.

Is anybody in there?

Can't see.

Back up, everyone!

Stand back!

- Whoa, whoa, watch out!
- It's gonna blow.

Get back. Get back!

- Dory?
- Yeah.

I haven't heard that name in a while.

Been playing phone tag.

You need to get that?

Nah, it can wait. You sure?

Yeah, more of a conversation

than I care to have right
now, to be honest with you.

Do you remember this place?

Yeah, of course, how could I forget?

I'm surprised you remember this place,

after those, mai tais.

You had like ten mai tais?

It wasn't ten. Well, I
don't know what it was.

I stopped counting after five.

Well, I needed the extra
courage for the karaoke.

Yeah, the karaoke. Your rendition

of "total eclipse of the heart"
was absolutely unforgettable.

How many of those would it
take to get you on the stage?

That number doesn't exist.

No, that'll-that'll never happen.

So, what's this really about?

You were passing through town.

I pass through town all the time. Yeah.

And this place...

The last time we were here...

Was the night Gina vanished.

Yeah.

Do you ever wish you
could go back and remember

what it felt like between
us... Before that?

Everything changed after that night.

I

I think I need to move on.

This thing with my sister, it's like this...

Big weight pressing down
on me, everything I do.

I don't go one day, or one hour, even,

without feeling it,

and it's just not what
Gina would have wanted.

I-I want you to know, I
have not stopped looking. I...

No, no, colter.

I need to say it.

Gina's gone.

And whatever we had, I'm pretty sure

that's gone, too. I know you feel it.

Just... I can't keep hoping.

I want to stop looking.

No more check-ins.

Okay. Because I can't

I can't see you without seeing her,

and I-I know it didn't start off that way,

but... I get it.

Do you really?

I said, "okay." I said, "I get it."

I-I, you know...

I-I don't know what
more you want me to say.

I did ask someone to look into
Gina's disappearance, an ex-cop.

Maybe... Maybe he sees
something that I couldn't.

Maybe there's nothing else to see.

We have to live with that.

You did everything you could've.

It's just

time to move on.

Dory again?

It's work.

Should you take that? Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Hey, velma.

Hey, colter. Sorry to bother you.

No, it's okay. Never a bother.

Well, a job just came in. Another referral.

Graphic designer in San Francisco's

looking for her brother.

15k reward.

Okay.

There is a catch with this one.

Well, there always is.

Her brother isn't missing.

He's dead.

Alicia, we can do this later

if now's not a good time.

No.

No, there is no good time,

sitting there day after day,

waiting. But sometimes

she comes back, and
she's there for a moment,

and then she's gone.

Cancer?

Pancreatic.

I'm not sure how to do this.

Your brother Lucas

died in a car crash
nine months ago, right?

Yes.

Well, that's what I thought.

He rolled a stop sign,

gas truck hit him, car exploded.

By the time the fire department arrived,

there wasn't much left.

It was just one of those freak things,

is what they told me.

What makes you think
your brother's still alive?

Two days ago, I was here with my mom,

and I had to step out for a meeting.

I was only gone for two hours,

but when I came back, my mom told me

she'd seen Lucas.

I-I know what you're gonna say.

It was the morphine,
she was seeing things,

but it's not that.

She told me that Lucas
came to say goodbye.

Told her he loved her and... Left this.

I'm gonna need more context.

Whenever we were sad
or hurt or down as kids,

my mother would take
us to the corner store

and buy us a peanut butter cup to share.

She'd tell us how

it was the strongest
medicine in the world.

Sometimes people see
what they want to see.

Yeah. My mother was lucid.

She was sure she saw him.

Anyone else see him?

Yeah, a nurse. Said it was some guy

with a baseball cap pulled over his face.

She didn't get a good look at him,

but there was someone here.

He signed the guest registry.

Lou Reed.

My mom's favorite musician.

Look.

Here's an old birthday card.

It's the same handwriting.

It is similar.

Is there any reason why
someone would want you

to think your brother was still alive,

or maybe, take
advantage of your mother?

No, not that I can think of.

We're just a boring family.

My brother was an average guy,

working in a computer repair shop,

saving up for grad school.

I mean, it's not impossible

he didn't die in that accident, right?

They identified the body?

Yes.

But there wasn't much left
after they put out the fire.

I know it doesn't make any sense,

but my gut says there's something here.

And I have the money to pay you.

I'll look into it.

Thank you.

Looking for ghosts now, are we?

Maybe.

She lost her brother,

she's about ready to lose her mother.

People grieve in different ways.

So, what are we looking for, exactly?

All I know is somebody
visited the hospital.

And she immediately
jumps to dead brother?

Signed in under a fake name.

I took a look at the
handwriting. It is similar.

We've had less to go on, right?

You're telling me.

I'll try to give her some answers,

even if it's not what she wants to hear.

Okay, so, was there any video footage

from the security
cameras at the hospital?

Nah, there's no footage of
this visitor coming or going,

and there's no cameras
at the nurses' station.

And we're sure someone was there?

Just look into it, will ya?

See what Lucas was into.

Maybe there's some answers there.

Or maybe he's just dead.

Maybe. Sister said

he was coming from work
at the time of the accident.

Yeah, I'm looking into it now.

The place is called big
byte computer repair.

That's sus.

You know something
about computer repair stores

that look like a front?

A little bit.

Looks like the place was
broken into two days ago.

The same time Lucas
supposedly visited the hospital.

I'll look into it. Well,
good luck, ghostbuster.

I'll just keep snooping on my end.

You with the alarm company?

No. Bummer.

Been waiting all day.

Sorry, we're not taking
any more repairs today.

Here about Lucas Jones.

What about him?

He's... dead.

Nine months ago.

His sister's not so sure about that.

Judging by the look on
your face, neither are you.

Am I wrong? It's... Weird.

What's weird?

Do you play world of war craft?

No.

It's an mmorpg that
basically... I know what that is.

What's it have to do with Lucas?

A few months ago, this
player popped up online,

and they were really good.

We started chatting, and
the more we interacted,

the more I had this
uncanny feeling it was Lucas.

And I should know, that
game was kind of our thing.

You two dated? Yeah.

Casual, and then not
so casual, and then he...

The accident.

The player from the game,
did you ask if it was him?

No.

'Cause that would be lame.

Like, "hey, super random,

but any chance you're
my dead boyfriend?"

Hell no.

Got it.

Tell me about the break-in. Did you,

did you see who it was? No.

Cameras went down right
before they smashed the glass.

What was taken? Nothing we could see.

They definitely weren't
here for the furniture. Right.

Maybe it was something else.

Where was Lucas's work station?

There.

Now it's creepy Gary's.

You mind if I...? Go ahead.

Looks like something
was taped down up there.

You have any idea what that might be?

No.

Could Lucas have turned
off the security cameras?

Yeah, but... You don't think...

You think it was him who
broke in? I think whoever it was

was definitely hiding something here.

What about this? Was
that there two days ago?

Yeah. Why?

Pinhole camera. You
didn't know about it?

Gary kept accusing people
of stealing his snacks.

Didn't realize he went
full surveillance state narc.

I'm assuming you have a card reader.

That him?

Yeah. That's him.

That's Lucas.

He's alive.

Did you get that pinhole camera footage

I sent you? Yeah,
man. Dead man walking.

What'd you find?

Well, something a little weird happened

before he died, or... didn't.

He called this woman's
number a crazy amount of times

a week before his accident.

What's her name?

Stephanie Hollis.

Lucas and her went to school together.

She was actually a pretty
well-known youtuber.

You say "was"? Yeah.

She was killed five
days before his accident.

Robbery gone wrong.

That's a strange coincidence.

And after she died,

he erased all traces of
her from his cell phone;

no socials, e-mails...

He wiped her from the whole system.

So, Stephanie's found
dead, and then five days later,

Lucas fakes his own death.

There's definitely a connection.

I wonder what they got into.

Well, from what I'm seeing,

Lucas doesn't seem suspicious.

I'll check the accident
report with the police.

We'll start there.

Detective Goodman.

You colter Shaw? Thanks
for meeting with me.

You got five minutes. I'm
on my way to an arraignment.

What's this about?

Lucas Jones.

You were the detective that
investigated the car crash

that supposedly killed him, right?

Supposedly?

He's alive.

What are you talking about?

That's impossible. We ID'd the remains.

This is footage of him breaking into

the computer repair shop
that he used to work at,

and that was taken two days ago.

It's grainy, but it's him.

I'd like to see that.

How about a deal?

A bystander recorded
the car crash, right?

Yeah. Okay.

Well, you show me that,
and I'll show you this.

Okay. Deal.

There you have it.

Nobody could've survived this.

Wait a second. Rewind.

Stop right there. This guy.

Look how calm he is.

Walking away from the scene,

everyone else is walking towards it.

All that commotion around him,

he's not reacting to anything.

So what are you saying?

I think he knew the
crash was gonna happen.

I think Lucas staged it, and I think...

This guy helped him.

Lucas was no bond villain.

Even if he survived the crash,

there's no way he
would've survived the fire.

Yeah? What if he wasn't in the car?

We found human remains.

The coroner matched dental records.

Yeah. I'm telling you,
this guy knows something.

It's a good place to start.

One hell of a story, Mr. Shaw.

Why don't you watch
this, and then we'll talk?

I will.

Let me know if you find
anything else. Will do.

Thank you, detective.

Were you able to ID the guy
from the accident footage?

There were no matches

on the facial recognition software.

Scrubbed it front to back.

So a dead end?

Colter, come on. It's me.

I was able to follow him to his car

using cameras in the area.

Lots of neighbors with security.

License plate?

Ding, ding, ding.

Registered to his business.

He's the owner of a
third-generation bodega

in Chinatown with his wife.

Give me an address?

Hello?

Hello?

Who the hell are you?

Colter Shaw.

I'm not a threat.

ID.

Back pocket?

I'm not here to hurt you.

I was hired to find Lucas Jones.

That's your husband out there?

Looks like you,

help people create new identities, right?

Someone's in trouble, they come to you.

You give them a fresh start.

Did you help Lucas?

He's back.

Paid a visit to his dying mother.

He's been communicating
with his ex-girlfriend online.

I'm guessing this isn't ideal behavior

for any of your clients.

I don't know what the
hell you're talking about.

You disappear people,
right? That's your business?

I find people.

We're two sides of the same coin.

I can help you find who did that.

You think the people
who shot my husband...

Were looking for Lucas?

Have you had any other breaches?

No.

It could be a coincidence.

I just find in my line of work,

those come few and far between.

I'm Barbie.

I'm so sorry.

He was a good man.

Someone probably

heard the gunshot that killed him.

Police are probably on their way.

I'm sure you have information here

that you don't want
compromised. One minute.

I'll going to kill the people who did this.

You sure about this?

My husband and I discussed this.

You must burn down the old
life in order to start a new one.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Grab your bag, let's go!

Thank you.

You want to talk about your husband?

I grew up in this business.

It's all I ever knew.

But Philip?

I roped him into it.

So what's next?

Start over. Something I'm good at.

And how does it work, exactly?

You... You fake someone's death,

give 'em a new identity?

It's not always death.

There are different package options.

Sometimes a disappearance is enough.

Others want more certainty.

And the bodies?

The human remains found in
Lucas's car after the accident?

Do you have a coroner on payroll?

Trade secret.

Are there others in your network
helping to cover the tracks?

Is there a point to this
line of questioning?

Maybe.

How did Lucas know where to find you?

When people come to
us, they are out of choices.

When you're desperate
enough, you know where to look.

And you've never had
anybody come back like this?

I pre-screen our clients.

I know who's gonna
break under pressure.

You didn't think Lucas would?

No.

He was scared. It was life or death.

He was working with a
woman... Stephanie Hollis.

She died in a robbery.

Did you disappear her, too?

No. Never heard of her.

Maybe... Maybe Lucas found something.

Something he thought other
people should know about.

Shared it with Stephanie
because she has an audience.

Stephanie gets silenced,

Lucas figures... he's next.

Did he tell you what
he was running from?

No. We make it a point not to ask.

Just offer a service.

But he knew the rules.

The risks of resurfacing.

My husband's blood is on Lucas's hands.

I'm going to help you
find out who's responsible

for killing your husband.

I'm very good at what I do.

But I need you to trust me.

As long as you understand what
I'm gonna do when I find them.

We'll deal with that later.

Right now, we have to move quickly.

What was Lucas's new alias?

Isaac Newton.

Are you serious?

Makes it impossible to Google him.

Smart.

And there's no way your
husband gives up that name?

He would never break.

No matter what they did to him.

That's why they had to kill him.

Be one second.

Bobby, what do you got?

Well, looked into
Stephanie's YouTube account.

Found some video of her
teasing some big political scandal.

She was killed before she could post it.

She also mentions some secret source,

but she doesn't mention who.

That's got to be Lucas.

So, maybe... Maybe he found something

on a laptop he was
repairing, shared it with her?

Yeah, I thought that, too,

but cross-referenced
his appointment logs,

and I don't see anybody
in politics on the books.

I don't think anyone
would bring their laptop in

if they knew there was
incriminating evidence on it.

It's probably a... a family
member, maybe an employee?

Okay. Looking into it.

Wow. Good call, colter.

Yeah, I got a credit card receipt here.

Lucas restored the crashed hard drive

for the personal assistant of Tim Crosby.

Who's that?

Some bigwig real estate developer.

Rumor has it he's running for mayor, so,

sounds like he fits the bill.

Sure does. All right, so,

an assistant brings their
boss's crashed hard drive

in for service, doesn't know what's on it.

Lucas finds it, shares it with Stephanie,

because Stephanie's into politics.

She decides to break it, pokes the bear.

Lucas's digital trail is
pretty easy to follow,

so he would have known he was next.

Yeah.

And Crosby didn't kill Stephanie
on his own. He had help.

Maybe Lucas made a
copy of what he found,

put it on a flash drive
back at the repair shop.

He's trying to barter his way out of this.

Risky.

He's desperate. Do me a favor.

Run an alias for me, will you?

Hit me with it.

Isaac Newton.

UN-googleable. That's smart.

But also pretty noticeable
on a hotel reservation, so,

gonna see if he's checked in anywhere.

Here we go.

An Isaac Newton checked into

a ridge wood palace on Wednesday.

Room number's 126.

Nice work, Bobby.

What's the plan?

Working on it.

Keep you posted.

Think I figured out a way
for you to get your retribution.

Detective, thank you for coming.

You sure about this? It's him.

Checked in under his alias.
Guy at the front desk says

he's still upstairs. Come on.

Why go to all this trouble to disappear?

You got any leads on
who he's running from?

No.

All I know is he needed police protection.

Come on.

It's Lucas.

He's dead.

You went through his
pockets. You find anything?

No. Empty.

Not even a wallet.

Looks like they robbed
him before they killed him.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Shaw.

Police can take it from here.

We'll get some justice for the family.

Justice would be nice.

Yeah.

Hello?

It's me.

Lucas is dead.

You sure?

Yeah. Checked the body myself.

This your guys?

Haven't heard from anyone,
but they were on his trail.

'Cause if it was someone else...

Sit tight. Let me make some calls.

Jai's. I'll meet you in half an hour.

You get all that?

Sure did.

How'd you know the detective was dirty?

When someone beat me to the bodega,

I figured whoever it was,

we were following the same clue trail.

The detective and I had the same lead.

And then when we found
out that Crosby was involved...

Does seem like the type of
guy to have a cop in his pocket.

It was a hunch.

Now we got the proof.

Did you see what's
on Lucas's flash drive?

I thought it was just a sex tape,

but, oof, that turned quick.

Yeah. Some things you can't unsee.

Drugs wearing off?

I think. Yeah.

My husband is dead because of you.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, I

I never meant for any of that to happen.

I should kill you.

It wasn't my guys.

Someone else killed Lucas.

Who else wanted him dead?

Don't know. Don't care.

Far as I'm concerned, problem solved.

What problem would
that be, Mr. Crosby?

Shaw.

So, what's the arrangement
between you two?

You pay her, she covers up your crimes?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I've seen some very
interesting footage on you.

Now, I wouldn't want to describe it,

but I can understand why
you'd kill to keep it hidden.

Mr. Crosby is developing

a housing project in the area.

We were meeting to discuss permitting.

You sure?

You weren't just discussing all the bodies

you left in your wake?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'll show you.

Stop! Police!

Hand off your weapon!

What? Are you gonna shoot me now?

Get on the ground!

Lot of witnesses here, detective.

I'm reaching with my offhand.

Drop your weapon.

I don't have a weapon.

This is better than a weapon.

This here is the reason
you killed all those people.

Stephanie Hollis, Philip Lee,

Lucas Jones... We had
nothing to do with Lucas Jones.

But the other two.

You had your hand in that, didn't you?

FBI. Drop your weapon.

Don't move.

Hands in the air.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford a lawyer,

one will be provided for you.

Let's go.

Guess we got that
justice after all, didn't we?

Had to see it for yourself?

That's not gonna
bring back my husband.

But it does feel good.

Thank you.

You ever want a job disappearing people,

I've got one for you.

I think I'll stick to finding them.

He looks pretty good
for a dead guy. Yeah.

He's happy to be home.

Thank you. Thank you.

How you holding up?

Glad I can be here.

Spend as much time with her as I can.

I never meant for anyone to get hurt.

You're gonna have to
make peace with that.

The good news is Crosby and
everyone that was helping him,

they're all going to prison.

Thank you.

Wouldn't be here without you.

Glad I could help.

I know how impossible it seemed

that Lucas could be alive,
but I just had this feeling.

Couldn't give up until I knew for sure.

I know that feeling.

You do?

More than you can imagine.

Take care.

Keaton.

You remember that case
you asked me to look into?

Gina picket.

I got something.

Where are you?

Outside San Francisco.

Well, I'm sending you an address.

Get your ass here as soon as possible.

Tell me what this is all about?

You prepared to take this down the line?

All the way to hell.

Show me.

Sorry about the smell.

Wakey, wakey.

What are you doing here?

You asked me to look
into Gina picket. I did.

You're gonna be interested

in what he has to say.

Alex.

This here's my friend I told you about.

Tell him what you told me.

Tell him or you're gonna get the stick.

Go on now. Start with a name.

Whales.

What do you know about whales?

I know him from back in the day.

You're gonna have to do better than that.

We were just kids, man.

Answer the question.

These guys are bad news, come on...

Hey.

Hey.

Whales?

We got into something.

Wasn't our fault.

Heavy stuff.

We didn't have a choice.

Someone make you do something?

Yeah, yeah.

You and whales?

He had it worse than I did.

Who was it?

I need a name.

Please, I already told
you I don't know his name.

He wanted us to call him teacher.

Wait. Wait.

Wait.

You got to believe me.

He kept everything tight.

I don't know his real name.

No one did. It was just teacher.

Ask whales.

So, this teacher... Made
you do things for him,

and he didn't tell you who he was.

He knew things about us.

Bad stuff. Held it over our heads.

Even the others.

You mean, there's others
besides you and whales?

Yeah, he... He said
he kept a long line of...

Pretty boys to do his bidding.

And what does this have
to do with Gina picket?

He wanted her.

I think he made whales lure
her to some place he liked.

Where?

I never been there,
but he called it the farm.

Said he planted things there.

That's is Gina picket.

Is that who you saw?

She alive?

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