Dark Hearts are getting info from someone, Tom.
How tight's your circle on this?
State Trooper Elizabeth Stover,
Sergeant Detective Aleah Clinton,
CD Anthony Grasso.
My advice? Suspect everyone.
all comms as we speak,
and PSP will be puttin' their copter on standby for us.
There he is now.
Tom, this is my chief, Michael Dorsey. Mike, Tom Brandis.
- Tom Brandis. - Pleasure meeting you, Tom.
Did Grasso brief ya on what we got avail?
Yeah, CID, SWAT, and you got a copter standing by.
- Thanks. - Anything you think we missed?
Uh, I think we bring in County Forensics.
Once the scene is secure, we're gonna want to have it processed.
Alright, everyone, listen up!
This is Special Agent Tom Brandis
with the Tri-County Task Force.
He's gonna be, uh, handling the briefing this morning.
And I think most of you are familiar with this knucklehead.
Look at that shiny jacket.
Hey, do we all have to bow
when you walk in the room now, Lord Grasso?
- Uh, good morning. - Morning.
I appreciate you all jumping in to help us out tonight.
Inside your packets, you'll see your assignments.
Our target is this man, Cliff Broward.
He's wanted in the shooting deaths of three individuals
and the kidnapping of a six-year-old boy
named Samuel Nance.
Now, Cliff is coming to Bailey Park at 11 p.m.
to conduct what he believes is a drug deal.
We are the buyer.
Please note your positions on the map.
Where are my S-Units?
Alright, along with the boy,
there may be another individual inside that car.
What do we know about the other individual?
Well, we believe he's part of the crew
that's been raiding these drug houses.
Assume he's high-risk.
Now, once Cliff is in the park,
we're gonna shut down these access points,
here, here, and here.
TFO Grasso will be stationed...
at the picnic area here and he'll be in contact with Cliff.
What's our line of communication with the target?
- Aleah. - We confiscated a burner
belonging to a felon named Ray Lyman.
Cliff believes he's been communicating
with Lyman about the meet-up.
When Cliff enters the park, I'll send him a message
instructing him to approach the picnic area.
Once he's outside his vehicle,
Alpha Team will take the target and Bravo will hit the car.
Now, assuming our six-year-old Sam's there,
TFOs Clinton and Stover will be responsible
for gettin' him away from the scene once he's secure.
Tom, we got any indication that this kid is still alive?
No.
But until we know otherwise, we're gonna act as though he is.
There you go.
- How you feelin'? - Couldn't sleep.
I just wanna get this money and get the fuck out of here, you know?
I called Bartosz.
He still drives that truck route up through Canada.
He's willing to take us?
He wants to meet this afternoon,
talk about payment.
I'm gonna drop the kids at school and head to work.
Alright.
Sam's still sleepin'.
What are you gonna do with him?
I'll figure somethin' out.
That father-daughter dance is tomorrow.
You better let Harper know you're not going.
What were you looking for in these old albums, anyway?
I'm just taking a stroll down memory lane.
Give me them.
Put a little more coffee on.
Yeah, you can put a little coffee on.
What?
You think you just show up here once a month,
you fuck me, and then I wait on you hand and foot?
I thought we had a nice time last night.
What are we going backwards for?
- "Nice time." - Yeah.
What would you call it?
Last night?
Um, about four and a half minutes.
My darling, sexy sweetheart, would you pretty please
put on another fuckin' cup of coffee for me?
Well, when you put it like that.
Good mornin'.
What's the latest?
- It's good to see you, too. - Mm.
We ID'd one member of the crew.
His name's Cliff Broward.
He's a trash collector out in Drexel Hill.
Put a car on his house last night, but he never showed.
You're telling me we're being robbed blind by a garbage man?
What's his connection to us?
The Feds came by yesterday.
Check this out.
What's it say, Perry?
It's a ballistics report confirming that the gun
that was used to kill Warren Clarke...
belongs to one of us.
Alright. One of us.
Yeah, they matched the slugs to a gun that was used
at the Zephyr Bar shootout in Reading.
Yeah, which members were out in Reading with you?
That's the thing, I was just goin' through the pics.
There was about 50 of us out there that weekend,
so any one of us could have pulled the trigger.
What are you thinking?
Business is good, you know.
It's quiet. So, why fuck with it?
Yeah, but someone is fuckin' with it.
Which means it's gotta be something fuckin' personal.
- Right. - Someone wants Jayson out.
You say that like you got an idea.
I'm sniffin' around.
Seems to me that you're sniffin' something else.
Mother Club met again this morning.
I wasn't aware of a meeting. Why wasn't I aware?
Because you were here dealing with this.
They want Jayson out.
I just need a little more time.
- I need a couple of days. - No.
- I can salvage... - Enough!
I'm done letting you protect this motherfucker.
The call's been made. It's happening Friday.
And knowing how you feel about him,
I wouldn't stick around to see it go down.
Now, get out.
I'm sorry you're caught in the middle of all this.
It's... it's fine.
I sort of expected it.
Sara and I haven't been close in a while.
At the time my mom died, they hadn't talked
in something like two years?
And what changed between them?
When things got really hard with Ethan,
Sara flew in from Chicago
and she gave my mom and dad an ultimatum.
She saw how Ethan's issues were affecting them,
and she said that if they continued to live
in Ethan's war zone...
that's what she called it, a war zone...
that it would destroy us,
and she wasn't going to stick around to watch.
So, she thought they were choosing Ethan over her?
And what did your parents say?
Just that they weren't gonna give up on him.
And I think she just wanted her parents back, you know.
Like how it was before us.
I suspect that...
Sara thought she'd have more time
to repair things with your mom.
Sometimes I think about their lives
without me and Ethan.
And what does that look like?
Happy.
And... and I'm not...
Like, I'm... I'm so grateful.
You know, I'm... really, I'm... I'm so grateful...
that they adopted us.
- But... - But what?
I don't know, some... sometimes I think that's...
Sometimes I think that's all I'm ever allowed to feel.
You know?
Gratitude?
Like...
God forbid I ever get annoyed.
Or seem unhappy, or... or get pissed off.
Like... like, I'm supposed to just always feel so lucky
that I've been given a second chance.
I don't know, man. I don't...
I don't feel... I don't feel lucky.
You didn't ask to be part of this family.
They chose to adopt you.
And Ethan.
Then why do I feel like I have to constantly apologize
for their decision?
You think the leak's comin' from inside Task?
Easley does.
I didn't ask about Easley.
I... I don't know this group.
I've spent all of four days with them. Did you vet 'em?
As well as we vet any of our teams.
When's the meet with Broward set for tonight?
11 p.m., Bailey Park.
Yeah, let's just stick with the plan.
No, I'm not convinced it's coming from our side.
Well, where else is it gonna come from, Kath?
Patrol. Informants.
PACIC bulletins posted across agencies...
We didn't put a bulletin out for this very reason!
Intel could have slipped through the cracks. It happens all the time.
Right.
Just focus on tonight.
I'll dig in here and circle back...
once I know something.
It's me. We may have a problem.
Shane!
What's going on with you, kiddo?
Going on?
Nothing's going on.
- No? - No.
You're not yourself.
Something's eating at you.
Per, if I knew anything...
you didn't think I'd have told you by now?
Things are looking very bad for Jay,
unless we get somewhere on this fast.
Vincent drove down this morning.
You understand what that means, right?
I don't know.
It's just...
Things have been upside-down ever since Billy died.
Billy? Our Billy?
Yeah, a lot of members weren't happy about how it went down.
- Hell, I wasn't happy about how it went down. - Well, wait a minute.
How... what do you mean, how it went down?
Billy was filching from our suppliers.
- They didn't have a choice. - He wasn't skimmin' no money.
Never happened.
Billy was running around with Eryn.
Jayson found out, and he was just
insane with rage.
So, we picked Billy up one night.
Me, Break, Nance, Jay.
Told him we was going up to the Elks Lodge.
Meet some girls there, party.
As soon as we got there, Jay just...
exploded.
He wouldn't stop hittin' Billy.
He hit him so hard...
so long...
his head opened up.
Just, there was nothin' we could do for him.
We dug a hole in the woods out there and...
and that's when Jay came to you with that story
that he'd been stealing money.
It's been following us around like a curse ever since.
Dad!
Mom! Mom, look!
Wrong way!
Whoo!
Ooh.
You know those are twist-offs, right?
Muscle memory, brother.
- Oh, yeah. - Whoo!
Yeah, you seriously are the worst fuckin' dancer
I've ever seen.
Jealous? Jealous.
- Of that? - Mm-hmm.
You're just mad that I've got Mom's rhythm,
and you got stuck with the old man's genes.
Mm.
God damn.
Look at this place.
How'd we get this whole joint to ourselves, huh?
What's the latest there? Hm?
Don't ask me.
I don't know what to think anymore.
You don't know or she don't know?
Says she feels, uh, suffocated.
I touch her, she pulls away like I'm diseased.
- Kids feeling it too? - Yeah.
Look at Harp, won't let her mother out of her sight.
She's like, scared if she looks away, she'll run off.
I think sometimes when we're too deep into something...
we just can't see what others see.
Even when we know something's over,
we're just not ready to accept it.
I don't wanna let her go.
Robbie.
She's already gone.
Just let her go.
See if she finds someone better.
Better? Better ain't gonna be hard to find.
Maybe she'll find someone handsomer.
Better teeth. More money.
Bigger cock.
Shit, I could throw a stone and hit a dozen squirrels
with a bigger cock than you.
You fuckin' dick.
It doesn't make it better.
'Cause Robbie, I've been around long enough to know
there ain't no better.
I love you, brother.
Hey, hey!
Hey, I thought you said that was over.
I tried.
I swear to Christ, I tried.
Givin' me a goddamn speech about not seeing
what other people fuckin' see?
I know, I'm a fucking hypocrite.
Close my eyes. I'm a happy blind man.
Come on out, Cliffy.
Gotta go meet Bartosz.
- Robbie, I caught one! - Hey, hey!
Panfish.
He'll make a good dinner.
- We're gonna eat him? - Heck, yeah.
A little flour, butter, right in the hot pan.
Make it nice and crispy.
- Robbie? - Mm-hmm?
I'm ready to go home now.
Okay.
Let me just, uh, uh, talk to your folks.
Now, I gotta tell you, we'll miss you when you're gone.
- Where is he? - The office.
Hey. I've been calling you.
Got some good news. You want a drink?
- Sure. - Oh.
We got him.
We fuckin' got him.
You lied to me, kiddo.
- You lied to me about Billy. - Fuck.
That's when all this shit started.
He wasn't skimmin' funds.
I am trying very hard to help you out of this mess,
but you are making it very fucking difficult!
Now I got that off my chest, what's your good news?
Our informant came through.
Cliff Broward's coming to the park tonight.
When?
11 p.m.
Keep the group small.
Lieutenants only. Everyone meets here at 8:30.
I'm sorry, Per.
She was gonna take the kids.
She was gonna leave me.
I know. Get out.
Alright, sit tight. I'll be back in ten.
- There he is. - Ah.
Nice to see you.
Now, come on, step inside my office.
Hey, kid.
You alright?
Yeah.
Where are your parents?
Visiting my grandmother.
How'd you get out here?
Robbie.
I'll call you tomorrow morning to confirm the departure time.
Okay.
Hey, where's Sam?
Cliff, where's Sam?
Fuck!
Sam!
- Sam? - Sam!
What's your number?
610-244-97...
Hey, there you are.
- What are you doing over here? - I didn't want to eat the fish.
It's okay, we'll eat something else. Come on.
Hey, wait a second. Are you his dad?
- Yeah. - No.
- Hey, hey, wait. Wait a second. Wait. - Hey.
- Back the fuck up, pal. - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Back up. - What's going on here, friend?
- Back up, bro. - I'm just asking a question.
Or you're gonna eat your fucking teeth.
Hey.
- Hey! - Hey, what the fuck's going on?
Hey, come on! Get off...
- Alright, alright! - Let's go. We gotta go. We gotta go.
Let's go, let's go. Come on, come on, buddy.
Jesus Christ!
Hey.
We should head out soon. It's getting late.
Yeah, uh, yeah.
- Hey, boss? - Yeah.
Why a priest?
- I'm sorry? - I don't know, I... I used to see, uh,
all the priests in the hallways at school, and I just...
I wondered, like, what do they got to look forward to, you know?
Poverty, obedience, chastity. I don't know.
Feels like they're missing out on all the good things in life.
Um, it was a feeling, I guess.
Yeah.
That, uh, there was something beyond me,
and I wanted to get closer to the source of it.
But the longer I stayed, the further away I felt.
Yeah.
Hey, Grasso.
Yeah?
Did you happen to, uh, do a Task Force initiation interview?
Yeah, yeah, downtown. Central office.
Remember who you interviewed with?
Ah, it was a lady, I mean, I... I can't remember her name.
- I can find it for you. - Nah, that's okay.
What about Aleah and Lizzie?
Did... did they have the same process?
I mean, Aleah, yeah.
Sometimes the Staties, they got their own screwed-up system
- they gotta pass through. - Right, yeah.
Why?
Oh, nothing, it's just,
SAC's on me about submitted paperwork.
You know how it is.
- Ready? - Mm.
Oh, I'm not... I'm... I'm good.
Oh, come on. Come on. It'll be good practice for me.
Every Wednesday, I do a... a magic show
at the Riddle Retirement Home.
- Okay. - Alright, cool.
So, just stop the deck whenever you're ready.
You sure?
Alright, pick your card. Cool.
Don't show it to me. Do whatever you need.
When you're ready, stick it back in there.
Alright, so I'm thinking, I don't know.
Two?
Three? No? Okay.
Fine. Boom!
- Got it. - Alright.
Alright, you ready? Hoo-ah!
Yeah, that's... that's it. That was pretty good.
Who's to say it was... magic?
Luce, what are you doing? It's not even 9:30.
Some rich kid from Malvern's throwing a house party, and we're going.
- Okay. - And you're driving us, Mr. Abracadabra.
- Who wants a cherry bomb? Emily? - Oh, um...
No, she doesn't want that. Don't pressure her into it.
- Yeah. Okay. - What's in there?
Cherry water ice with a teeny, tiny, fuck-ton of vodka.
Let's go. Emily, you coming?
Apparently, there's a Koi pond in the dining room.
- Whoo-whoo! - Yeah, I'll go.
Oh.
Are you coming or not, Mr. Abracadabra?
This is your plan? Canada?
I'll head up there first with Cliff.
Set everything up already.
Set everything up? What'd you set up?
We get the money tonight.
We cross the border tomorrow.
How?
In a truck.
Guy called Bartosz is gonna take us.
He was a friend of your father's.
Once we get settled,
you bring the kids.
And what?
We, like, make our own Gilligan's Island
out in Timbuktu?
What about school?
I don't see a school anywhere around here.
Or friends. Or a grocery store.
Or a doctor's office when the kids get a fever.
The kids aren't comin'. I'm not comin'.
In a lifetime full of stupid ideas,
this one takes the cake.
I can't live without my kids.
Well, maybe you should have thought about that
before you started robbing those houses.
You're not gonna ruin their lives
just 'cause you ruined yours.
You have until tomorrow morning.
If you haven't turned Sam in by then, I will.
I think it's 500 kilograms.
- You think? - Times nine.
- Just keep going. - Alright.
You'll get it, don't worry.
Will you get the door, please, Kev?
- Hey, Kev. - Oh, hey, Uncle Per.
I got something for you.
You're growing like a weed, kid.
Hey, hey. What's cookin'?
- Hi, Uncle Perry. - Hey, how are you?
- You doing homework? - Yeah.
- Alright. - What are you doing here, Per?
Stopped at Cantrell's, got the kids some sundaes.
We were just about to have dinner.
It's alright.
Why don't you kids go in the den,
wait for your mom to call you for dinner, okay?
You wanna sit down?
Just wanna talk to you
about what's going on with you and Jay.
- "Going on"? - Yeah.
Mm, I've been hearing rumors about you and Billy Prendergrast.
Rumors saying that's why Billy was killed.
Okay, so, Billy and I were a thing.
It's not like Jay hasn't had other women.
He's had... plenty of other women.
Well, it seems a bit more than a thing, though.
It sounds like you were making plans
to have a life without Jay.
I'm gonna give you a chance here.
It's just me and you.
You tell me you got nothing to do with what's going on.
What are you talkin' about?
You know exactly what the fuck I'm talkin' about.
The crew that's been robbing us.
You got nothing to do with that?
You're... you're crazy, Per.
- You're really asking me that? - Yeah.
Why would I do that?
- Why would I hurt Jay like that? - I could think of a reason.
- Okay. - Destroy his business, right?
Ruin it so bad that the Mother Club sends me in
to clean it up, get rid of him.
- You can fly away free as a bird, right? - No.
Mom, do you know the Disney Plus password?
Now, you tell me again.
You got nothin' to do with what's going on.
I had nothing to do with this.
Hey.
If you want out, it's okay.
I'll set up you and the kids somewhere he will never find you.
Mom, the password!
Hey, Harp?
What are you doing? Why are you dressed like that?
Harper Caroline Prendergrast, may I have this dance?
- Not now. - Dance with me.
We gotta practice.
- Practice for what? - Father-daughter dance.
Don't wanna embarrass you
in front of the other kids.
No, you're not gonna embarrass me.
Are you kiddin'?
- Have we met? Hm? - No.
Dare we to try for a spin, or...
- No, we don't dare. Dad. - Maybe one?
- Okay. - Let's go.
Hey!
That felt pretty damn good, huh?
Huh? Maybe we'll be king and queen of the dance.
You know...
you know, your mother was a great dancer.
- I took her over to Wagon Wheel... - I don't wanna talk about Mom.
Turn the music off. I don't feel like dancing.
Dad, what's going on?
What do you mean?
Just have a feeling that something's wrong.
Same feeling I had right before Mom left, so.
Scared.
Don't be scared.
I really am.
Nothing to be scared about.
Dad.
Mm-hmm.
I didn't get us the tickets for the dance.
Why not?
I don't know, just didn't think you wanted to go.
So, I just put the money back in your wallet.
Mm.
Well...
Guess we better make the most of this one then, huh?
SWAT, report to staging location, over.
Three cameras in place.
Copy that, S-Units have visuals at the entrance.
SWAT in position.
Establishing visuals at the entrance now.
I'm in position at the meet-up spot. Do you have a visual?
Copy that, Grasso, we see you.
Mm, fucking thing.
Clinton. Charlie Granderson?
We faced each other in the finals of the Police Pistol last year.
Oh. Oh, right.
Guys are still busting my nuts about losing to you again.
I'll see you back in the finals, Clinton.
What the hell is Police Pistol?
Marksmanship competition.
Statewide.
I beat him in the past two.
- Yeah, that's so cool. - What?
Like having that one thing that you're just, like,
fucking so good at, you know?
I feel like I don't know what my, like...
one thing is.
Bullseye.
- That is your nickname. - No.
- Bullseye, mm-hmm. - No, thank you.
100%. It's per... it's perfect.
Why do people have to have nicknames?
It builds camaraderie.
You know, I played softball in high school
and at the beginning of the season,
we would give everyone a nickname.
And, um, and I would go and make these patches with the nicknames
and we'd put them on everyone's jerseys.
We won the league title three years in a row.
- Because you made patches? - No, because we were friends.
Because we had each other's backs.
Yeah, I'm cool with not being friends.
I'm gonna make you a patch.
- Do not make me a patch. - Oh, my God. Yeah.
What the fuck I'ma do with a patch?
- How we lookin'? - Oh.
Hey, Mike, this is Kathleen McGinty.
- How you doing? - Nice to meet you.
All units are settin' up.
Cliff should be here any minute.
Hey, did you hear anything on what we talked about earlier?
Nothing yet.
This one here.
Surveillance, you got point.
Let us know when the car enters the park.
Maintain radio silence.
Five minutes out. Ready positions, everyone.
Hey, I'm gonna pull in here.
I see you.
Keep me on the line like we talked about.
Give 'em the sample, and if they want the rest,
tell 'em we need to see the money first.
And as soon as you get it, I'll drive over.
Pulling up to the park now.
White sedan approaching.
Heading southbound, Pierson Road.
Turning into the park. Ready positions, everyone.
Grasso, you in position?
Yep. Ready-ready, boss.
I got eyes on him now.
Can anyone see inside that car?
Not yet, sir. No sight line.
I need a headcount.
Headcount is unclear, sir.
- He's not... he's not stopping. - Fuck!
Text him. Do it now.
Let him know you're there.
CID, right now, I need a visual inside that car.
- Is there a kid in the car? - You see that? He's coming back around.
Copy that. Establishing visuals now.
No sight line on the backseat.
Let's make a decision. What are we doing?
Hey, does anyone have a visual inside that car?
What are we doing here? We're gonna take him or what?
- Is there a kid in the car? - What are we doing, Tom?
We're gonna fuckin' lose him. Let's take him.
- Tom. - Is there a kid?
You need to make a decision right now, Tom.
We're running out of time.
Take the car at the exit. Take it.
Show me your hands! Put your hands in the air.
- Jesus Christ. - Show me your hands.
Hands up! Show me your hands!
Hands up! Hands up!
Show us your hands. Put your hands in the air.
What are you doing here?
Our... our dog ran away earlier.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
- False alarm. - Fuck.
He's here.
- Hey. - He text you yet?
Not yet.
Still waitin'.
Wait.
He's here.
Stay cool.
Money first, then the drugs.
They don't control the situation, alright?
Oh, shit!
Cliff, what... what's happening?
Cliff, fucking talk to me.
- Cliff, Cliff. - Fuck.
What's happening? Talk to me.
Get out of there! Robbie, get out!
Cliff. Cliff, Cliff, Cliff!
Oh, shit!
Come on, Cliff!
Fuck!
Cliff!
We're gonna leave a few patrol units on Kingston Road
in case there's any suspicious cars in the area.
I'm gonna need your reports in my office
first thing tomorrow morning, and if any of you were...
Wanna wrap it up, Tom?
Tom.
I appreciate you all being here.
We're gonna maintain surveillance
and update you all in the morning.
Dismissed.
- ... things that happened. - Oh, my God.
- He's amazing. - You never heard that?
- Hey, guys. - Aw, thanks, brother.
- On the house. - Appreciate that.
Oh.
Cheers.
Oh, my God, what the fuck is that, Jaeger?
- We really screwed the pooch today, huh? - Mm.
What do you think happened? He just got cold feet, or...
Cliff was never coming to that park.
- Why not? - Well, Ray Lyman's a lifelong criminal.
He's not just gonna rat out his friend.
- Mm. - I mean, he... he played us.
Mm.
- Oh, no. - What's up?
This is my song.
This is not... this is not your song.
- What do you mean, it's not my song? - This is not your...
You gotta know the lyrics for something to be your song.
Oh, it's not about the lyrics, Grasso, it's about the feeling.
- Oh, right. - Any DJ worth his salt would know that.
- Alright. - Come on, get up.
Nah. I can't.
What, you wanna be Grassa-No-Pussy
- the rest of your life? - That's...
- Ahh. - I can't believe you just said that. No.
- Please don't leave me here alone. - Oh, God.
- It's really embarrassing. - Okay. Alright.
It's happening.
- What? What's wrong? - Hm?
Do you want some KY? 'Cause I got tons of stuff.
No. No, no, no, no.
What is going on with your belt?
- Hey, uh... - Tight.
- Is this the marriage bed? - What?
Uh, the marriage bed, you know? Where... where you and your...
- where you and your husband would, um... - No, there's no more marriage.
God, it was like the worst mistake of my life.
- Yeah, but I'm saying, but this was the bed your ex... - He was so...
Mm, where the... it was the bed that you slept in
- with your ex, I mean... - Mm, yeah, well, I mean,
we had to sleep somewhere, and this is the bed that we got from Macy's...
So, it was a little bit of a sacred place.
- Sacred. - Sacred?
- No, I mean... - No?
We barely had sex, like, once a month, you know?
- Twice if it was someone's birthday but, I mean, that... - But maybe we could move
to a... we could do it not around here, you know?
- What? - But not here, you know?
What...
I'm not 18, Grasso, I'm not gonna, like,
fuck you on my rug or... or bend over the side
of my recliner, I mean...
Yeah.
I'm sorry, I can't, I gotta just...
Why? What's the matter?
Nothing. Nothing, just...
I don't wanna, um...
I don't wanna...
I want to.
Obviously.
Just, you know?
Just somewhere else.
That would be... yeah. Is that okay?
Okay.
Good night, Grassa-No-Pussy.
No.
- You got it? - Yeah.
- Shh. - God, I'm sorry.
- Fuck. Fuck. - What?
I don't... I don't feel good, I think I'm...
- Shh. - I think I'm gonna get sick.
Oh, my God.
What the hell happened? You're bleeding.
- No. No, no, no, just... - Did something explode
- inside of your body? - No, it's just cherry water ice.
- What's going on? - Oh, fuck!
- Um, uh... - Who are you?
She's not okay. Uh, L-Leo Marianelli.
Um, I'm a daughter.
I... I'm not your daughter, I'm your friend's daughter.
- What's happening here? - Uh, she's not okay.
She, uh, I think she ate, like, bad shellfish.
I think it's time for you to beat it, Leo.
Yeah, you're... you're right. But is she okay?
- Beat it. - Okay. Alright.
Bye, Em.
Alright.
Head upstairs. I'll... I'll clean this up.
Come on, let's go.
Thank you.
Thank you, Dad, I'm really... I'm really grateful.
I'm so grateful for everything you've ever done.
- What are you talking about? - Nothing, I'm not talking about...
I'm not talking about anything, just like you want me to.
- Emily... - I heard you
and Sara on the porch last night.
You said everything that you needed to say, right?
- Emily. - Just stop.
You know what, maybe I should... maybe I should just leave, too.
That's it. Maybe I'll just go.
I'm really sorry that you adopted me, and I'm really sorry
that I ruined your perfect fucking lives.
Emily.
Can we talk?
- Where the fuck's the rest of it? - Wasn't on him.
Went through every inch of that car.
That's all I found.
You recognize it?
Mm-mm.
- He's not talking. - Mm-hmm.
And when he does talk, he's not making any sense.
I can make this quick, Cliff.
I know you weren't working alone.
Who...
was tipping you off to those houses?
You just whisper it in my ear.
And it's all over.
Jayson.
Yeah. I'm right here.
You just whisper it in my ear.
It's okay.
- Hey, Aleah. - Go to your email.
Confirmed tip came in.
Eddystone PD investigated an assault report
at a trucking depot.
We were able to download an evidence photo
off the victim's iPhone.
That's him, right? That's Sam?
Yeah, it's him.