[ Chattering ]
Let us in! Let us in! Let us in! Let us in!
[ Man ] * Oh, it's Christmas *
It's Black Friday, the post-Thanksgiving kickoff...
into the holiday shopping season,
and retailers are advertising even deeper discounts this year,
trying to lure cash-strapped consumers.
[ Walkie-Talkie Squawks ] All managers to their departments.
All right. Who wants to save some money? Yeah!
[ All Cheering ]
Doors opening in five minutes. [ Pounding ]
[ People Shouting ] [ Mouthing Words ]
Where is it? Maybe your wallet's in the car.
I swear, it was in my jacket. Save our place.
[ Grunts ] Sorry, man.
Excuse me. [ Man ] Watch it!
Pardon me. Excuse me. Excuse me.
I just want to get by. Excuse me.
[ Man On Bullhorn ] All right. When I say "Digital," you say "Corner."
Digital! Corner!
[ Cheering, Clapping ]
For an extra hundred, how can we not go with the 50-inch?
[ Cup Clatters ] How about an "excuse me," bitch?
[ Shouting, Screaming ]
- [ Pounding ] - [ Man ] The door!
Open the doors! Open the doors, damn it!
[ Man ] * Dream, send me a sign *
* Turn back the clock *
* Give me some time *
* I need to break out *
* Make a new name *
* Let's open our eyes *
* To the brand-new day **
Did calculus get harder since we took it?
[ Cal ] That's what I said.
It's all right. I'll just figure it out myself.
I mean, you'd think with the intellectual stock I come from though--
Apples always fall farther from the tree than you think.
That's something to be grateful for, right, Em?
How was Thanksgiving? Well, you know.
Dad lectured. I did not lecture.
Mom fretted. I didn't lecture!
[ Chuckles ] So much to be thankful for.
[ Doorbell Rings ] I mean, don't you think...
I'm getting a little old for make-believe family holidays?
Well, that's how your mum likes it, love.
[ Chuckles ] [ Door Opens ]
- You're a little odd. - Why?
The apron.
I think it's becoming. [ Door Closes ]
- [ Chuckles ] - Hey, uh, Dad, Gill--
This is Max Roland. Uh, apparently he's 16 and a big fan of your book.
Over here, Em. You should know better.
My address isn't listed. How'd you find me? Online.
I just need half an hour of your time, Dr. Lightman. You got two minutes.
Uh-- My parents have lied to me my whole life about who I am.
I'm not their kid. Who are you then?
- [ Papers Shuffling ] - I'm this kid. James Knox.
- The James Knox? - Well, how do you know you're him?
Look at this scar. James Knox has one just like it.
Well, we've all got scars. You want to see mine?
Look, I took a D.N.A. sample from my parents, all right? I'm not a match.
Their story of how I was born, it doesn't make sense.
I can't spend another Christmas with people who might have stolen me.
Please. I have $500.
This is all I have to pay you. Will you talk to my parents?
I have to know the truth.
You want a sandwich?
If he really is James Knox, he's in a very difficult spot psychologically.
We need to handle this carefully.
Don't we always?
I can't believe you took his money.
Well, you wanted me to take him seriously. I am.
[ Man, Over Speaker ] Who holds interviews on a holiday weekend?
[ Woman, Over Speaker ] Look, Max really wants this. Be patient.
Hey. Hey, are you ready to interview my parents?
They're gettin' antsy. I'm not gonna interview your parents. You are.
I-I thought you said you were gonna help me.
If you want to know the truth, you ask the questions, right? So, no yes-or-no phrasing.
Right? Look at me. Look at me. Don't back down.
- Max, you don't have to do this. - You said in your book...
the best interrogations are when you can watch, you don't have to ask the questions.
Right. Yeah. I want the best.
All right. Well, that's what you paid for.
[ Over Speaker ] Hey. Uh, it'll just be a few more minutes.
They're in with some of the other nominees, so--
You look nervous. What's wrong?
- Look, I know I'm not your son. Who am I? - Oh--
This again. Max, not here.
There's no pictures of me as a newborn. It doesn't make any sense.
You were born in Ecuador. Mom had you premature. We've told you all this.
You went to Ecuador pregnant? That doesn't sound like something a smart mom would do.
I think I know better than you what a mother would and wouldn't do.
He said "mom," she said "mother." Distancing language.
- Yeah. - I ordered a D.N.A. test online.
I took hairs from your brushes.
I just got the results back. I'm not related to either of you.
That's fear on both of 'em.
Max, what the hell is going on?
[ Door Opens ] What is this?
Mr. and Mrs. Roland, I'm Gillian Foster.
I'm a psychologist with the Lightman Group. Uh, what is this place?
Max came to us. He needs our help. Max, we're leaving.
Dr. Lightman-- They're lying, right? They're lying!
Max, now!
Go.
We may have just sent him home with his abductors.
- Where's Reynolds? - Still in South Carolina.
Well, that's one problem solved. The other one's the cops. We can't call them.
If the cops or press or F.B.I. get wind that someone who may be James Knox has surfaced--
I mean, the vultures will pick Max to pieces. We have to protect him.
And we have to talk to the Knoxes. What?
Finally got you thinking like a criminal. Wonders will never cease.
If this thing goes south, you're putting up my bail.
[ Eli ] Michigan, 2005.
Shoppers burst through the doors of a major retail chain, causing multiple injuries.
India, 2008. Rumors of a landslide at a Hindu temple cause panic.
About 140 people lose their lives trying to escape.
Los Angeles. Lakers fans celebrate a championship by looting and rioting.
'Bout a million dollars worth of property damage to local businesses.
In every example, the violence was instigated by someone in the crowd.
- What are you proposing, Mr. Loker? - Two of your customers died.
Dozens were injured. People are looking for a scapegoat,
and Digital Corner's an easy target.
What if I could prove that your company wasn't at fault?
Cases like this turn on comparative negligence.
Now, if the stampede was crowd-induced,
it'd reduce the settlement considerably.
This is the raw feed from Channel 3.
[ Crowd Shouting ] [ Man ] Digital!
Notice the dad showing his boys how to lock arms and form a phalanx.
They... what? They-They expected violence?
Well, convergence theory says that if crowds act aggressively,
it's because people bring an aggressive mind-set to it.
In the close-ups, you can see their faces.
They're identical to those of athletes during competition.
This crowd was a powder keg, and somebody in it was the spark.
Maybe so. But we can't have our name dragged through the press...
during our busiest shopping season.
We're planning on settling first thing Monday morning.
- How much are you expecting to pay out? - Twenty million, give or take.
Give me a few days to prove my thesis before you settle.
If I can trace the stampede to somebody in the crowd,
the Lightman Group gets 10% of what you save.
You save us 10 million, you earn one.
And if you pay the full 20, we don't see a dime.
Hey. How'd it go with the suits?
Well, we got the job. Where were you?
None of your bloody business. No, I figured you were up to it, so--
It's probably a gross overestimation on my part.
I appreciate the confidence boost.
Well, selling's the easy part.
It's delivering-- that's the trick-- and that's what you promised.
So you and Torres are on your own. You think you're up for it?
I've read every major study on group behavior, cover to cover.
This is my wheelhouse.
Fascinating.
Well, time will tell.
Anymore words of inspiration?
Yeah. We need the money, and don't embarrass me.
[ Door Closes ]
[ Man ] You found James? After all these years?
Mr. and Mrs. Knox, we don't want you to get your hopes up,
but we would like to do a D.N.A. test--
just to confirm things one way or another.
The scar's from the same type of operation, though, right?
- You have a picture? - Cal.
Oh, sorry.
It was taken this morning, actually.
[ Gasps ] He's got your chin. [ Gasps ]
This must be overwhelming.
No, it's just I'm-- I'm shocked that we might be able to find James.
I got a question for you. Do you-- either of you--
Do you remember, was it overcast the day that your son was abducted?
- Do you remember? - [ Scoffs ] It's 16 years ago.
I think it was overcast. It definitely was.
It was? Mm-hmm.
Right.
I think you're lying, Mrs. Knox.
When people are telling the truth,
they don't feel the need to recall small details many years later.
You're ashamed of something. What are you ashamed of?
- What are you talking about? - What is it? What is it? Is your son still alive?
- What happened to James, Mrs. Knox? - Or did you murder him?
- Of course not! - Did you murder him? Did you kill him?
What the hell's wrong with you people? She didn't kill him.
Did you kill him? Did you kill your son?
Did you torture him before you killed him? Did you make him suffer?
- No! It was an accident! - What?
[ Sniffles ]
I... went into the kitchen...
while the bath was running.
I don't know how--
He had drowned.
[ Sniffles ] I was going right back.
Robbie-- Robbie, I didn't mean to.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!
[ Sobbing ]
I didn't want you to hate me.
Maybe they're lying.
They're telling the truth to the police right now.
If I'm not James Knox,
who am I?
You're the same person you were yesterday and the day before, Max.
Don't call me that, all right? I'm someone else.
All right. Well, what do you want to be called then?
Who do you want to be? You want to be a... Johnny?
You want to be a Paul? Do you want to be a Steve? You want to be a Sid?
You know, you look like a Steve to me, so--
[ Typing ]
All of these are boys around your age...
that were abducted when they were babies or when they were kids.
Which one do you think is you?
I'm never gonna find out who I am, right? That's what you're trying to say?
No, look-- You know, you're a crap listener, boysie.
Really. Pay attention, all right?
What I'm saying is, I'm in. Are you?
No. Think carefully before you answer that,
because if we do go down this rabbit hole, there's no telling what's gonna bite you.
I'm in.
He's in.
Max, you have to let this go. He's not gonna.
I mean, why should he?
If he's not your son, he should know why you've kept it from him.
I mean, either you got a good reason or you're, uh, monsters--
you stole someone else's baby.
- That's ridiculous. - Is it? Want to see if the cops agree with you?
I know you both love Max deeply...
and you would never want to hurt him.
But you are. He's in a lot of pain.
You're not protecting him anymore. You're just hurting him.
[ Clicks Tongue, Sighs ]
Jackie.
Hmm.
Her name was Cheyenne.
She was barely older than you are.
It can cost a fortune to adopt,
and back then we didn't have the money to pay for a service.
She didn't want any formal papers.
She just wanted out, and we wanted a baby.
We gave her some money for the hospital bills, and that was it.
You were her baby, but you're our son.
Oh. Max-- [ Groans ]
What? We-- We've been good parents to you, haven't we?
- Say what's on your mind, son. - Why didn't you tell me?
[ Exhales ] We thought if anyone learned the truth--
- They'd take him away from you. - Yeah.
Who is she? My mother?
Oh. [ Sniffles ]
- [ Ria ] Is this all of them? - These are the lead plaintiffs.
There's another 80 names on the suit, but these are the real bloodsuckers.
Or the real victims.
Why are they even talking with us?
Well, Digital Corner sold it to their lawyer as part of the investigation.
But let's be honest, who doesn't enjoy a good bitch session?
[ Man ] Guards were shoving us and everything.
[ Woman ] My kid busted his elbow. [ Woman #2 ] I needed--
Did you know that the doors opened 20 minutes late?
They didn't even have my TV in stock. It was a bait and switch.
I was almost trampled to death. Listen, we need to get paid.
Okay. Uh--
It's our job to determine what started everything.
That's what we've been asking. The store hasn't turned over any security video.
Let's just begin with what you remember.
One of the rent-a-cops picked a fight right behind me.
I saw him pushing folks around like cattle.
[ Woman #3 ] He was a bully. Damn near knocked me over.
All right, so this guard starts a brawl, and then everyone pushes for the door?
Can you describe him?
White guy, shaved head.
You all just shifted your gaze to this guy. You're looking to him for the answer.
- You think we're lying? - Well, not consciously.
It's more likely a case of memory conformity.
You've all heard each other's stories, so you think it happened to you.
Right. But you didn't remember the race of the guard because you never saw him,
so you look to the real source.
I'll be supervising these interviews.
[ Typing ] Waylon said he was shopping for his family.
Eye shift downward says otherwise.
Educated guess, he was there for someone else, like his mistress.
Oh, and, uh, he is not your only client with a truthfulness allergy.
Delisha faked anger when Ria asked her about her arm.
Her eyebrows never pulled together, lips never pressed or tightened. She's fakin' it.
That doesn't excuse the store or the security guard.
Oh, the bully? No, that wasn't a lie.
As far as we can tell.
Just because a few people are gaming the system doesn't mean Digital Corner's off the hook.
[ Typing ]
What are you doing in the D.M.V. database?
Your dad is committin' a felony.
Why am I not surprised?
I'd take you with me, but that would make you an accessory after the fact.
Ta.
Feel free.
I, uh, can't believe you found me.
He's been looking for me? Oh, yeah. For a long time now.
Yeah, he just wants to meet you.
[ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ] He's here?
Yep.
There's nothing to be ashamed of. You did the right thing by him.
Okay. I want to meet him.
- Maxie boy? - Hey.
You're up.
Max, this is Cheyenne Matson.
Oh, my God.
I knew I'd see you again someday. I just knew it.
[ Max ] I found you.
[ Sniffling, Laughing ] I can't believe it.
Oh! Oh, my baby!
Max?
- Max? - What?
- Stop hugging her, son. - Why?
'Cause she's lying. She's not your mother.
You don't know what you're talking about.
- I gave birth to him in Virginia, and then I-- - See, that's a lie.
What are you gonna do? You just gonna keep 'em coming, or are you done now?
Have you been drinking today?
No, I don't think it's alcohol. I think it's drugs.
So what was your drug of choice back in the day? Was it "X"? Meth? Coke?
There it is. Cocaine.
What did you do? Did you sell him for drugs? How did you get him?
Okay, okay.
I was on the pipe back then.
I got close with my dealer. He had this crash pad in D.C.
And I got there, and there was this baby.
- [ Gillian ] Whose baby? - I don't know. I don't know.
He was crashing, and he-he said he was gonna smother him, so I took the baby.
You kidnapped him? You were trying to protect him?
I saw this ad.
These people wanted a baby, so I said I was his mother.
What was the name of your drug dealer back in the day?
I only remember him as Romeo.
Romeo? It was a long time ago.
Of course Max says he's fine. He's a 16-year-old boy.
Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to coddle him, does it?
I mean, a hard truth, in the long run, is far better for you than a soft lie.
We are talking about a child.
And what child are we talking about?
Emily. Foster here disapproves of my parenting techniques,
which I think is a bit of a cheek, don't you?
So you're not actually talking about, let's say, I don't know, an adolescent boy?
No. Should we be? Are you?
No. No.
Hmm. Then maybe you two can explain something to me.
Well, I'll do my level best. All right.
Well, try to picture this. I'm at Hilton Head.
Eighth hole, two under par. Best game of my life.
Then all of a sudden, I get this call from my F.B.I. supervisor,
wondering if my interest in 16-year-old boys...
is business or purely recreational.
- And which is it? - See, that's what I'm hoping that you can help me with.
Because it seems like somebody here in D.C....
used my personal I.D. number and password...
to access an F.B.I. database.
But when I'm not actually in D.C., that sets off alarms.
So, can either of you tell me who I should blame for ruining my vacation?
Loker?
[ Sighs ]
Hey. Sorry, I just-- I heard what happened.
Is there anything I can do?
You could stop looking at me like you think I'm a freak or screw-up.
I don't think you're screwed up. I think your family is. There's a big difference.
Oh. Perfect girl with the perfect life's an expert on messed up-families now?
My dad's a human lie detector.
I have a family history of suicide,
and my divorced parents sleep together sporadically,
fight constantly and still insist we get together on holidays.
How's that for perfect?
Least you know who your parents are.
Yeah. Well, anything I can do to help.
I promise. One freak to another.
You know, I go away for one weekend,
and you two start acting like Bonnie and Clyde.
You're doin' Christmas with me.
No one needed to convince me that bringing the authorities into this case was a bad idea.
If you had come talk to me first, I could have helped avoid all this.
Any chance that can happen now?
Because of what these people did, a kidnapper got away with abducting a baby.
Mr. and Mrs. Roland.
Are you here about Max? Have you seen him? No. What happened?
He left a note. He ran away.
We have a warrant for your arrests.
Tom-- You're being charged with false adoption and child endangerment.
Come on. Let's go.
[ Man ] Mr. and Mrs. Roland, you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be--
So, bottom line, they're saying we provoked it,
but they don't have anything concrete.
- Just firsthand accounts. - Well, the news footage didn't show anything.
Your security guards, they mention anything about bullying your customers?
Look, people resent authority. I get it.
My dad was a cop.
Mr. Bernardo, uh--
One of the things we do is look at body language.
And we found that sometimes when people are feeling vulnerable,
they tend to cover their...
gonads.
- Can you pull up that photo you showed me last month? - Ria--
- You want me to do it? - All right.
Churchill at Yalta. Roosevelt and Stalin are divvying up the world.
Britain's being left out. Hat placement says it all.
[ Ria ] Now,
what is it you're not telling us?
We have some security video of the parking lot and the storefront.
What does it show?
Things got a little heated between the guard and some of the customers.
But that was 10 minutes before the stampede.
Well, that's embarrassing, but it's not a direct cause.
- You tryin' to bury the evidence? - No.
We don't want the nightmare of someone posting it online.
But since you signed a nondisclosure agreement, I'm happy to share it.
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
Cheyenne's description matches a former drug dealer on record...
who went by the name Romeo, like she said.
But the guy dropped off the grid a few years ago.
Right.
What did Reynolds say about Max? There's still no sign of him.
If he's on the run, first person I'd want to talk to is Emily.
Bad boy fixated on finding the truth.
She probably feels like she's known him her whole life.
Hey.
They haven't found Max yet. No?
Well, uh, where are the cops looking for him?
I don't know. You got any ideas on that?
Oh, sure. He's at the secret hideout where all the teenage runaways go.
[ Exhales ] He's just some messed-up kid who got screwed over.
- [ Cell Phone Ringing ] - Uh, you should take that.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Thanks. - [ Ringing Continues ]
[ Beeps ] Yeah?
They found Max's biological parents. They're bringing them in.
Oh, th-that's great. I mean, it's great, right?
Max is gone though. And the state he was in when he ran--
I mean, he could be about to do something that could ruin his entire future.
I need you.
[ Cal ] She knows where Max is.
Hey. Thanks for that.
For lying to Emily? Yeah.
So I wouldn't have to.
All right. Romeo's real name is Ray Blake.
Narcotics distribution, assault. Spent eight years in prison.
Is there any family who might know where to find him?
He had a daughter, but she died while Blake was in prison.
[ Chattering ] [ Door Opens ]
[ Emily ] They'll be happy to see you, no matter what.
There he is.
- Thank God. - Where are my real parents?
Didn't find 'em. Found you though. Thanks, Em.
Now, I would have expected this kind of thing from him, but-but you lied to me.
Oi! I know.
No, she did what she had to do to help Max. He was in trouble.
Help him? You get his parents arrested,
and then you make me lie to him to get him back here?
He'll be safe here. Till you send him to foster care.
The F.B.I. knows we have him. We will figure this out.
Now who's he gonna trust? [ Knocks ]
- [ Exhales ] - Did you find Blake?
All we've got is his old parole officer. That's it.
Foster, come on.
[ Chattering, Shouting ]
[ Gillian ] Mr. Donnelly, you were the parole officer for a convict named Ray Blake, right?
That was my old life.
Ray Blake. Yeah, he was a drug peddler.
Used to go by the name of Romeo. No logical reason why.
Do you have any idea where we could find him now?
Creep was a gambler.
O.T.B. in Bethesda was about the only place I could ever count on finding him.
You seem a little angry about your past life.
What, you didn't like being a parole officer then?
You know, my old boss sent me to the department shrink.
I don't think I need another one.
How'd you end up in that chair?
- That's a little personal, don't you think? - Yeah, very personal, I'd say.
I got a game to get back to.
Hey!
Look, either you did something really bad back then,
or something really bad was done to you.
- Which was it? - That's none of your business.
Yeah, it is. This is important.
Fine. Sixteen years ago, somebody broke into my house, killed my wife,
put a bullet in my back and stole our baby son.
Okay, I broke the crowd into sectors. I followed six people at a time...
from the minute they showed up till the riot started.
You find someone to pin it on?
Watch this guy. He moves through the crowd.
This guy grabs him, pulls him back.
A second later, the sectors behind them surge forward.
Mob mentality takes over.
Who do you think was in that stampede?
They weren't peace-lovin' hippies. Working people, Loker.
Parents who can afford game systems and MP3 players one day a year.
They're so desperate to make their kids happy,
they wake up at 4:00 a.m. just to stand in line.
Yeah, you're proving my point. Contagion theory says crowds infect the people in them.
Okay, you can dress it up as science all you want. It's still an agenda.
You're trying to impress Lightman.
If I bring home seven figures, he has to respect that.
Loker, I don't know why Lightman screws with you the way he does,
or why he's got it in for you,
but I wouldn't get my hopes up about things changing.
Let's take Lightman out of it. This video does not lie.
Let's go see the guy and see who's right.
[ Eli ] Why were you cutting the line?
Someone said the doors were open. Guess I got excited.
Well, the look on your face isn't excitement.
It's not even aggression.
That's panic.
You were afraid before the stampede even started.
My daughter.
I told her to stay close, and when I heard her crying--
Look, it's every parent's worst nightmare.
Then the crowd started moving before I could get to her.
- Is she okay? - She got knocked down.
Her arm's broken in three places.
I don't know what we're gonna do about her hospital bills.
Well, she wasn't hurt in that stampede, like you've claimed.
Happened before that, didn't it?
- You think I hurt her? - No.
But I do think that you are an opportunist.
Just tell us the truth. How did she break her arm?
It wasn't in the stampede, was it?
She fell.
When I heard her crying, I panicked. I went looking for her.
And the crowd thought that you were breaking its first rule-- don't cut the line.
Or they saw you moving forward and assumed the doors were opening.
Well, either way, what they couldn't contemplate in that state of mind...
was a father rushing to help his daughter.
So what happened--
those people who died-- was my fault?
[ Cal ] He turned up this week.
Are you saying that you might have found my son? Alive?
That was his photo.
But they cleared all my parolees.
Yeah, well, Blake fooled 'em, apparently.
When was the last time you saw Blake?
Maybe a year or two before that night. Maybe more.
I'd-- I'd given him a random drug test that he failed.
Well, that's what sent him back to prison.
Blake's daughter died while he was serving that sentence.
I think he blamed you for breaking up his family.
He left you to live with the pain, just like he felt you did to him.
Whatever. Th-The--
The only thing that matters now is-- is my son.
So, what-- If-If the D.N.A. matches, he'll come home?
That's not up to us.
Well, I've waited 16 years for this.
If that's my son, I want him back.
Hey. I think we can put a bow on this one.
The man in the crowd started the stampede.
Shouldn't we find out about Ken's daughter before the stampede?
Well, is that why we were hired? No.
And the client's gonna be happy with your findings?
They will be ecstatic. We'll save 'em millions.
- And it's a pretty big payday for us, right? - Yeah.
Well, I think you should take some of this windfall...
and have yourselves a little celebration, the both of you.
Really? Yeah.
As nauseating as it is for me to say this to you, Loker-- [ Sighs ]
Well done.
[ Mouths Words ]
Hey. I got us the last table at Marcelli's.
8:00. We're goin' big.
- I'm gonna pass. - Lightman buying dinner is unprecedented.
[ Typing ]
These families deserve to know why their loved ones died in a parking lot, Loker.
Look, we know what happened.
Some customers blindly followed when Ken pushed forward.
The others didn't want to be displaced. Either way, Ken was the stimulus.
How did his daughter break her arm?
I've been through the tapes dozens of times, before the stampede and after.
There's no evidence.
Then have a nice dinner.
[ Typing ]
** [ Rock On Speakers ]
[ Chattering ]
Hey. Taxi!
Oh! [ Laughs ] Whoa. You okay?
[ Woman ] Yeah.
It's that glare. Where?
- [ Typing ] - Right there. That light coming off the asphalt.
Yeah. What is that?
- [ Kicks Chair ] - [ Grunts ]
Hey. You want to meet your father?
- Oh. Here they are. - Hey.
Max, this is your biological father, John Donnelly.
John, meet your son.
Hi.
You have your mother's eyes.
Owen. Your name was Owen.
Is there anything you want to ask your father?
I-I play music.
Don't know why I said that.
I'd love to hear you play sometime.
D-Do you know anything about music?
I don't. [ Chuckles ]
You like hockey, right, Mr. Donnelly?
Yes. Yes, yes.
I-- I have season tickets for the Capitals.
We-We could go next week.
Uh, for your birthday.
My birthday's in April.
I don't play hockey anymore. I quit.
Well, we-- We don't have to go.
- No, you have the wrong person. - Hey. Careful, son.
I'm your father, Owen.
No, this isn't my dad.
Max?
He doesn't even know who I am.
He loves you. He has this whole time. He just couldn't find you.
No, you got the people who really love me arrested.
Give him a chance, all right? He wants you in his life.
- I don't want him. - Finally, the truth.
- Cal-- - No, he needs to hear it.
That man in there, that's what you have.
So deal with it.
- Max, we care about you. - I'm not your kid, okay?
You want a kid, go have one of your own.
You want to lash out, do you?
Well, go on then. Give it your best shot.
Go on then. [ Scoffs ]
Come on. Give your best shot.
[ Grunts ]
- Come on then! Come on! - [ Grunts ]
[ Grunting Stops ]
- [ Crying ] - Is that enough?
Come on, boy. Come on, boy. Is that enough?
We're working out the details, but it looks like the settlement...
will be more in the neighborhood of two million, not 20 million.
Your findings were worth every penny.
1.8 million. That's a lot of zeros.
Uh-- Before we take this, uh, we have a couple of outstanding questions.
[ Tapping Envelope ]
Uh, what are your protocols for dealing with ice?
We salt.
You salted the parking lots and the sidewalks that morning?
I'll show you the inventory, if you'd like. That won't be necessary.
Classic evasion.
And you know what? We'll pass on the bogus paper trail.
If Ken's daughter doesn't slip on the ice, he never pushes through the crowd.
Couple that with your security guard's negligence...
and the mind-set of the crowd, and you've got a perfect storm.
If you're looking to renegotiate, we can do that.
This is what we found.
Then I'm glad we have a nondisclosure agreement.
You can use the whole report or none of it,
or I'll see that it leaks.
And then you'll have a tragedy and a cover-up.
We'll use none of it.
He can see me, can't he? Donnelly?
Yeah.
I came peacefully, so he could see me.
Where'd you find him?
He was outside of a liquor store, next to the O.T.B. that Donnelly mentioned.
It'll take a few weeks for the F.B.I. to confirm their D.N.A. test.
Yeah, but if we can get a confession today, you can go home with your father.
Your daughter was taken from you when she was... six, right?
And she died in foster care? [ Laughs ]
You've been waiting for this day, haven't you, Mr. Blake?
You think the best thing you could have done for your daughter...
was to avenge her death by stealing the son of the man responsible.
He should have let me keep her.
[ Exhales ] I begged him.
You're going to jail for the rest of your life. You know that, right?
- What do you want me to say? - Question really is,
what do you want to say to Donnelly before you disappear?
My only regret through this whole thing...
is that you didn't know who did this to you.
Now you do.
- So does his son. - What?
The boy found him. His son found him.
They're strangers.
Yeah, well, give 'em time, eh?
You want to tell me how we went from a seven figure payday to nothing?
Wasn't an ideal outcome. No, it wasn't. We can barely keep our heads above water.
You decide to go ahead and sabotage a potential elephant account.
What did you do? You put in 40 full hours on this?
And then there's Torres's time. You any idea where that's coming from?
- Your pocket. - Bloody right, my pocket. You promised me you'd deliver.
Shifting blame from the guilty party--
that wouldn't have been the truth.
You see, that choice, that choice,
that's how you made your contribution to this firm.
We could go dark for all I care.
We follow the truth here, right?
No matter the cost to our egos or our wallets.
So if I'd have taken the money--
I'd have sacked you.
[ Chuckles ] Hey, can I get one of those "attaboy" speeches from yesterday?
I've run out.
[ Max ] You think this co-custody thing can really work?
Two sets of parents is better than none.
[ Sighs ] This is so screwed up.
Just give it a chance. It'll work itself out.
When in doubt, I just do what she says.
** [ Rock ]
[ Man ] * When I find myself by the sea *
* In another's company *
Go on. Off you go, son.
* When I go out to the pier *
* Gonna die and have no fear *
* 'Cause you * Hey.
* Just know *
Hell of a rabbit hole. * You just do *
We made it.
[ Chattering ]
* And watch things on VCRs * So, have you forgiven us?
I guess. Have you? * With me and talk about big love *
Well, you were protecting a friend, right?
So... you are your father's daughter.
Well, I know a little bit about how crazy families can be.
You think he'll be all right?
[ Cal ] Don't know.
* You just know *
Hope so.
* You just do *
Maybe we should invite him to Thanksgiving next year.
[ Gillian ] He'd fit right in with us. Yeah.
* You just do **