-Louis, where you go? -Me will get Jared...
-Me come help you? -No, no, no. I got it. I got it.
You not gonna say something about Keesen?
-Yeah, I don't know why he had to die. -'Cause he was a fucking snitch.
That's why.
'Cause maybe he could've fucked this whole thing up.
Maybe he did fuck this whole thing up.
Didn't your Auntie Mahabir say
this kidnapping was supposed to make everything all better?
What's your point, Xavier?
Well, you don't look like you're doing any better.
I got it, Xav.
See, what I don't understand is why my auntie insists on 1:11.
Hmm? Not 1:00, not midnight.
-1:11. -Why anything, Aked?
Ain't none of this make sense if you ask me. Shooting up,
-pickney in a crowded park-- -Hey.
I know.
What I don't understand...
is why we had three shovels...
and only two of them used?
I would encourage you to be quiet
until INC Fong is finished.
Pete.
Do you know why we called you in?
If you're not firing me, then no.
Washington Square Park. Last night.
AINC Broward told me you guys made the decision
-to spend personal off department time. -No, I-- Listen, sir.
It was completely my own discretion--
This was a mutual choice. Two of the three unmarks were out,
the third one was in the shop. I told her to use her car
and we'd invoice for mileage.
Well, I wish you'd have stayed longer. Just after 1:00 a.m.
1:11 to be exact. You left at midnight I'm told.
There was apparently a shooting. The father of a kidnapped child
-appears to have failed to make a ransom. -Yeah. NYPD is yet to release details,
but they're putting together an interagency task force
with the FBI and, hopefully, us.
-Us? -Inspector Broward told them
you had a mutual cooperator who might have had eyes on it.
Oh, I'm sorry. Manny told who what?
I mentioned to NYPD that one of our cooperators
in the insurance whack-a-bum stuff
might have been involved in this kidnapping event.
Wait. Can we just-- I'm sorry.
Can we first start with the phrase, "Mutual cooperator"?
Because I think there's a little bit of a misunderstanding--
This might be a serious break for us.
-Okay? -Us as in mutual.
-Oh, Jesus. -Inspector Harmony.
-Inspector Broward. -I mean, it's just like...
Yes. There is a chance, the operatives last night
in the park are also the people we've been trying to get
an angle on out in Richmond Hill.
So, it looks like a botched kidnapping.
Possible gunshot, but no body and no further ransom demands.
Parking enforcement official heard a pop sound
at exactly 1:11 a.m., called it in.
The people she described as suspicious, could be those of your cooperator.
1:11 a.m.
Why don't you two have a chat?
-Let me know after you talk to your guy. -Thanks, Peter. Sorry.
Midnight? You tell him that so it doesn't look
like you ordered me off within minutes
of the actual event?
Enjoy what may very well be your last fucking days.
I was thinking about private security.
-At least a temporary-- -Don't, I've already paid Joey.
-Who's upstate with Jared? -Yeah. About that, how long do we...
Well, I told Joey, maybe tomorrow night.
Once things settle and we can be sure
they won't come back if they realize their mistake.
-Not if, but when. -Right.
Which is why I was thinking, maybe, you know,
-we install a system, maybe cameras. -You do have a doorman.
I just think, in case, you know, if for some reason, it is more targeted.
I know we said no more work.
-You okay? Hon? -Any news on the boy?
-I don't-- -Targeted?
-By who? -Who? That's the question.
Yeah. Well, that's what we gotta figure out.
And why? Why us? Why my casino account?
Hey, Dr. Prestwich said one every six hours.
Just have 'em. You don't need to take 'em.
You okay?
-Is there something else going on? -You mean more than all this?
Right. Yeah. Sorry.
Hey, Siri. Search contacts for Charisse.
You'll need to unlock your iPhone first.
So...
So people think I'm...
dead?
Yes.
Which is why we need to call your parents.
Let them know you're safe. They got to be worried sick.
Jared.
We need to call them.
Yeah, actually... I think I'd like to wait on that.
I think you're in shock.
You've had a serious trauma...
and we need to call them.
Yeah, I just... This might sound weird,
but I think it's gonna be a whole, big thing.
I just wanna prepare myself a little.
Postmates.
Look, you gotta understand something about my parents.
They're really rich and...
they've always acted like they don't want me around.
And now they can see what it's like to not have me around.
Trust me, this is good for them.
Where the fuck is Natalia anyway, huh?
I've been calling her.
My own fiancée won't answer my calls. This is real fucking convenient.
You know where she at?
Mr. Paul say get rest. We still have morning meeting tomorrow.
I love how you the guy getting the texts now.
Hey, I never asked for any of this, you know.
Just leave me out of this, Xavier.
Hey. What you do, boy?
I gotta take a walk.
What?
Aked right. Your eyes going everywhere.
Oh, yeah? You should talk.
Aked.
This is my nephew. Isn't he as nice as I said he is?
Very handsome. Yes.
-Auntie. -Hey, imagine
I'm giving you a great big hug right now, my dear.
-Okay. -Aked.
This is a weekend of celebration
and I was curious if you knew anything about this?
My appointment was two hours ago. It's not like her to miss.
It's a weekend of celebration. I would hate to have to replace her.
-I will call her. -I know you will.
Thank you.
Our pain is over now. Over forever. Thanks in great part to you.
I'm happy to hear that.
Come on! Be brave. Be brave. Be brave. That's right. That's right. Come on!
That's it! That's it! Ameena! Ameena!
-Offside! -All right. Good hustle! Good hustle!
What you know about offside?
Hey, offside, she said.
Everybody listen to Hannah.
Go get the ball! Go, go!
Hey.
Thank you for coming. Go inside there.
So, listen.
I wanted to give you my personal apologies for the way it ended last night
in Washington Square. All right? It came from above me.
Just so you know. I'm not like her.
-Yes, sir. -All right.
I'm not kidding, Garmen.
If you go get the barbecue, they're closing in 20 minutes.
Hannah-Estelle, I know.
Life is a series of little loyalty tests.
Moment to moment, you have to make a choice.
Who to follow and who to trust.
So far, two time, you did what I asked you to do,
and you did it well.
So...
why you're here.
I want to give you this.
Don't spend it all on your little girlfriend, right?
-Why you give me this? -Because you earned it.
You're the only one who earned it.
Where your pal, Louis? You heard from him?
He the informer, right?
How about his sister, Natalia?
Still not sure who you're loyal to, huh?
Maybe me, maybe your friend and his sister.
I tell Savi not to talk she business in front of the masseuse
'cause me not like she, me not trust she, but Savi, she don't listen.
Also, she spoke to the INS lawyer and they think they can extend your visa.
Welcome.
Are you done with the American dream already?
-Just want to go back GT. -Oh, you think you can go home
after the mess you put yourself in with Mahabir?
I don't know.
If you do, you might need protection.
I might need some too.
Wait.
You wanna go home?
Can we have a conversation, you and me?
About what?
The future.
Xavier, I don't know about this.
I just got a bonus. That's all. I just want to share it.
I thought you said you work for a lady.
-I do. -Do you sell drugs for her?
-Tell me. -No.
No, I do not do that.
Am I interrupting?
Just looking at Citizen app footage from the park last night.
From the back, quite likely my guy.
Good.
'Cause I spoke with Agent Roan Jessup, Midtown FBI. We're in.
And your cooperator's the linchpin.
Will he talk to the task force?
-My guess is only through me. -Good. Keep it that way.
I don't want them doing an end around on us.
I emailed you the police report. Meantime, can you get downtown?
Well, well, aren't we all task force-y and diverse.
Inspector Melody Harmony, USPIS.
You must be FBI man, Roan Jessup?
-Am I that obvious? -Yes.
-And that makes you... -Detective Brian Sanders, NYPD.
Pete Fong speaks very highly of you.
All kidding aside, is that true?
-Yeah. -I'm actually not kidding.
-Is that... -Yeah.
-Should we? -Okay. Come on.
So, NYPD is looking at a potential homicide, of course.
But what are you guys in this for?
Well, some of the players
may or may not overlap with an old FBI cold case.
-So, we're... -Grasping for straws.
I was gonna say trying all angles, but sure.
Oh, and did I get that report correct? That they kidnapped the wrong kid?
And did they kill him?
The husband missed the drop off by something like two minutes.
They didn't even collect the 315,000 dollars.
The 314,159 dollars.
-Yeah, what's that about? -Well, it's not about the money.
Well, it's not only about the money.
And you know, obviously, we can't assign a patrol car
specifically to one block.
Oh, of course, for sure.
I was just wondering if there was a way to,
I don't know, alert them as to...
Actually, yeah. I get it.
Our turn for some questions?
Yes. Please.
Well, the obvious one, of course, this boy,
the one they may have mistaken for yours. Any idea who he is?
-We know his name is Nicky. -I have a question.
Is there a chance this is just a scam?
You know, where they try to get money, do they tend to go to these lengths?
-Lengths meaning? -Well, they cut an ear.
I mean, a piece, it would appear.
I'm just wondering, you know,
-if maybe it's not as bad-- -Can you talk about the person--
Are you saying you don't know him?
You don't know the boy?
Well, we didn't see him. We saw an ear only
and part of a cheek.
So, did he have an accent,
the guy on the phone?
I don't know. What kind?
-I don't know. Maybe Guyanese? -Guyanese?
Does that mean something to you or...
Not really. It's just a rather specific place to pull out.
Are you sure you don't want anything? Coffee or water?
We're gonna wanna talk to your son when he gets back in town,
-but let's stay with the other boy. -Does anyone know who he is?
Not unless someone comes forward, or we find the body.
-Do we even know if he was shot? -All we have is someone heard a shot.
So you and your wife get home
-from a charity event... -Sam?
Do you mind if I check out your son's room?
-My son's room? -Around 8:30, 09:00.
-I don't really recall. -Yeah, just like a routine thing.
Sure.
-And it was your son's? -Nice.
Do you actually mind if you came with me?
You know, kid's room. I just don't want it to be weird.
-Okay. -How did they get his phone?
He lost his phone a few days ago.
You know that painting would be worth a lot more
if the head was on top of the body.
Actually, it wouldn't.
You know, I was joking about the painting.
It's screwed in too. You don't trust the cleaning lady?
You've a nice place. How long did the remodel take?
A couple years.
Been talking about it for five or six, maybe.
Lived here for ten. Why?
How did that affect your marriage?
I'm sorry?
Oh, statistically 12 percent of remodels end in divorce.
You know, once the project is done, there's nothing left to perfect.
And we're talking about this why?
What are you worried about with your husband?
What's he keeping from you?
-I don't understand. -Are you sure?
-Am I sure that I don't understand? Yes. -Yeah, 'cause I just can't figure out
if he's trying to solve a problem or if he's acting
like he's trying to solve a problem,
or if he's acting like he's acting like he's trying to solve a problem.
When exactly did your phone die?
As he was saying, "Walk to this..." something.
I don't know. Might have just been a hiss.
Circle maybe? There was a chalk circle in the park.
-Could it have been that? -Another circle?
-What do you mean? -The money amount.
Three, one, four, one, five, nine.
-It's the circumference of a circle. -Yeah, I remember that from high school.
Well, a circle is often a thing
used in all sorts of shamanistic practices.
In Guyana, it's called the obeah.
And sometimes, they'll create like a barrier
to keep things in or out, or create a ritualized space
for concentrated magic, for instance.
But it isn't usually used for such negative purposes.
But does that happen to you a lot, your phone dying on you?
-No. Never. -Oh.
-Thanks again. -Bye, Sam.
So how much do you actually know about Guyana?
My grandfather came from Guyana, from Linden.
He moved to South Florida, married a Puerto Rican,
and I grew up in Jersey City.
So when they ask you a question that you supposedly know the answer to,
it's because you're a quarter Guyanese? And your research consists of...
-Calling my mother. -That is rich.
Yeah, you know what else is rich? How much you think that remodel cost?
Well, I don't think it was the apartment
that they needed to take down to the studs.
-Meaning? -They're all hiding shit.
I mean, the boy clearly snuck out last night,
and who knows how many times he's done that.
And then the dad, we asked him four times directly
whether or not he knew the other kid,
and he only ever responded with a question.
And then there's Sam.
-What about her? -Guyana.
She clearly knows a lot more than she's telling us.
Yes. I'm trying to reach Detective Manny Broward.
I'm sorry, could you repeat that name, please?
Manfred Broward.
You can tell him Samantha Browne is calling.
He may know my last name as McCusker.
Just a moment.
Hello. Detective Broward is no longer with the department.
Can I connect you with anyone else?
-Oh. No. Thank you. -Okay, then.
-Hello? -Derek.
Voice from the past.
Yeah, thanks for getting back to me on a Sunday.
Well, the service said there was an emergency.
Everything okay?
Some clerical things. Just need you to...
walk me through where we left off language-wise last time.
Last time being the paternity settlement from 16 years ago, you mean?
It sounds like you're in a place you can't talk.
Maybe call when you can and leave a few more details.
That work for you?
That's what I'm thinking.
Meantime, I'll have my secretary pull up the old files.
Meet in my office tomorrow, I'll shoot you some times.
That'd be great.
Manny.
-Manny! -Yeah?
When you were at the NYPD, did you know Detective Gene McCusker?
Yeah, we crossed paths occasionally.
Occasionally?
We shared some cases. Why?
Is he related to Jeffrey McCusker?
Yeah, they're brothers. Why?
Serious question. Why are you asking "why" so much?
Oh, my God.
Manny! Manny!
Oh, my God, Louis.
-Nat, Nat. Don't touch me. -I was so scared.
My skin dirty. Anybody calling you?
Aked be calling like crazy. Also Mrs. Mahabir.
But I didn't pick up any of them.
Hi, Jared.
I sorry we kidnap you.
And I sorry Aked did that to your ear.
He was wrong to do that.
Hey, Jared. I need to talk to my brother.
Cool.
No. I mean, I need to talk to him alone.
Something ain't right with that boy.
He don't wanna call his parents and say he okay.
He say they hate him and he don't wanna go home.
But they was gonna pay the money.
Hundreds of thousands for him?
That's why I'm saying something ain't right.
I say we take him back to the city and drop him off. What you think?
-No. -He just give us more trouble.
We plan for save he life and he life saved.
-Let we just end it now. -And then what? How we gonna get home?
They give way passport. They never gonna give them back.
We need money for buy we way home.
And you're saying what? He the money?
I saying, he parents try for pay way before,
so maybe they gonna try for pay way again.
So the kid we was trying to save from being kidnapped
we now kidnapping?
You stupid ass, you.
I don't know, man.
Did you come up with a plan for when after you save him?
Did you?
Yes, the plan I'm telling you right now!
-I know what you want me to do. -Come on, man.
-I'm not gonna do it. Hold on, hold on. -Taking all day, man.
Hey, you guys. You know Clarence, right?
-That new old guy? -Yeah, have you seen him?
-We're supposed to play. -Yeah...
Yeah, I heard he was at the hospital.
Detective Sanders, Agent Jessup, and Inspector Harmony.
Miss Henrikson called to say her son Nicky might be missing.
I told her to come in and talk to you.
I pressed Miss Henrikson about who the father is.
-She didn't wanna tell me. But it's high-- -It's Derek Browne.
Oh, my bad. I stepped on your punchline.
It's obvious. Come on. Why else are we all here?
And you can't talk about it?
Are you in some type of financial arrangement
that requires your silence?
Is this something that you know?
Something that I'm winging, but now that I said it,
now that you're looking at me like that, am I wrong?
It's okay. You can talk about it here.
Okay.
So...
my son, Nicholas, emancipated himself
-just after he turned 16. -You mean he ran away.
Yes.
-That. -How long ago was that?
Well, it couldn't have been that long ago.
-Couple of months. -We had an arrangement.
-I wouldn't turn him in. -Why?
-I didn't want him to go into the system. -Because you were once in the system.
-A long time ago. But yes. -You were away from each other for months,
and suddenly, he's missing 24 hours and you called the police.
-Why? -On Saturday, I wired him money--
But it's still at the money wiring place, so you're scared.
Look, I don't have the mom gene.
-I never did. I tried. -Yeah, that's fine.
And you figured out an arrangement that works.
I mean, there's no judgement. Seriously.
Nicky gets these ideas... and then he builds on them.
He can be...
I don't think he knows right from wrong.
Your son has mental health issues is what you're saying.
-I think so. -Do you know what kind?
It's a type of dissociative disorder.
Nicky once told me that he was gonna take care of me,
the way that his father never could.
He can be somewhat... obsessed with his father.
But the thing is that he's never actually met his father.
Does his father have something to do with why Nicky is missing?
Ms. Henrikson...
we don't know.
But we want to, and when we do...
I promise you that we will tell you.
In the meantime, you can shoot me your number.
And if you don't mind, your first name is...
It's Charisse.
Thank you.
So, listen.
I think about it, and we actually do have an option.
But it's risky.
Outside.
I have a friend, Eloise,
but she does work now for Edward Chung.
He does bring people in and out the country,
like Ms. Mahabir.
You wanna go to Edward Chung?
Eloise is my friend. From back in the day.
-She works for Edward Chung. -We have things we can offer him, Louis.
I know things. Things I hear in Ms. Mahabir's house.
I can tell you things he not gonna hear anywhere else.
And she my friend.
At least I could try and call she.
Okay.
Okay, we'll wait.
Also, it's possible there would be a third person.
Louis's friend, Xavier. He came here with him.
But we won't know for sure until after we talk to him.
So maybe three of us, but definitely two.
Eloise, thank you so much. Thank you.
Okay.
What? What she say?
She gonna call me tomorrow.
She say Mr. Chung don't trust a lot of people.
Especially those that work for Ms. Mahabir.
Fucking dick. It's the middle of the night. What the fuck?
You changed the locks?
'Cause you got three moves, Mel, and I know them all.
Well, this is the one where I come in and we make up.
If I want to do this again in two months, and again in four.
Let me guess, you turned your informant and now you think you can do it to anyone.
I'm sorry, so you're the detective now?
No. You're just that obvious.
-I fucking saved you. -Don't.
-You were miserable with Victoria. -I was a witness, Mel. Your witness.
And it still embarrasses me we met like that, so don't!
-Please. -Oh, my God.
I'm gonna close this door.
-What? -And if you cross it again,
-even with words-- -Carol, what?
Let me finish, bitch.
I will go ham.
And I know this isn't the me you think you know,
but it has to be now.
I can't do this anymore. I'm done. I'm sorry.
What--
Carol!
Carol! Come on! I said I was sorry. You said you were sorry. Carol!
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Well, for the record, I broke up with you first.
Jesus.
'Bout Scotty Frank? He has vault access.
Could probably get personnel codes.
Nah, nah, nah, nah. Frank's too dumb and too scared.
First place I went-- What's his face?
-Abrimonte. -Too smart.
Then who would have access to McCusker's accounts?
Are you fucking kidding me?
That dumb shit.
So yeah. So...
some lady named something or other Mahabir.
She or somebody, I don't know,
I guess, read something in People Magazine
that Chef Jeff comes into the casino a lot.
And her guy, Garmen Harry...
called me to find out what his credit limit was.
Same Garmen Harry who's into us for what?
-Eighty-eight K. -Let me guess.
Some of that ransom money was gonna be used
to pay down his debt, huh?
It was his idea.
I just figured I could help you guys get some of your money back.
Oh. So you were doing us a favor when some lady
was so desperate, she was willing to pay you 50K
for whatever fucking numbers you were gonna give her.
Which is privileged information,
which pollutes my goddamn reputation, Ron.
I'm sorry.
-Sy, I'm truly sorry. -Whatever.
We'll let the FBI work it out with you.
FBI?
There's a task force.
FBI, NYPD, and I believe Postal Inspectors.
This kidnapping is some kind of bonanza for all of them.
-What? Why? -You'll have to let me know.
Good luck, Ron.
Sy.
Hey, Brenda, what's up? Oh, my God! We had that press thing.
Is my dad there? Okay. Have him start without me then.
Hey. I'm so sorry. I just need one minute. Okay?
Dad! What are you doing? Why are you not in there?
What's the charity?
I mean on the new book? The proceeds.
They're going to what charity? They're all gonna ask.
Ours. Service Kitchen. And three others.
The José Andrés one, and two more.
The ones we chose two months ago.
Those are just names, Sam. They're names of things.
You need to tell me what I need to remember.
-You know? Also-- -What? That...
That's why you didn't start the meeting?
Maybe you could deign to look one or two up once in a while.
Just tell me to and I will. All right?
Oh, also. The USA Today guy.
You know the one that did the five questions
about whatever the fuck that was.
Is it Nick or Rick?
-It's Richard something. -Are you sure?
Hi. I am so sorry.
We had a family emergency. Everyone's good.
Basically, yeah.
Let's just say there are very few times we relish
talking to a gaggle of reporters.
So, how did you go from a small, self-produced tomatillo sauce
and a handful of specialty stores to a national brand?
Very expensively.
Well, we got lucky on a couple of investments.
And he said, you know, "The heck with it!"
"Let's go all in on my dream."
-Well, that went really-- -What the hell, Dad?
-Next time just start the damn meeting. -Oh, come on, Sam.
You know that I don't like talking about my stuff.
Yeah, you don't like when you have to tone
the words down, 'cause you sound like a douche
when you say what you want people to print.
Oh, we were doing the tag team. For the good of the brand.
No, do the "What, me worry" on them.
Oh, Sam.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just...
I think I'm a little scared.
Yeah. I am too.
Hello?
A slice of Hawaiian pizza if you guess who this is.
Well, someone who knows I used to like Hawaiian pizza,
which I haven't since law school. So...
Manny Broward.
Oh, my God. Detective Broward.
Well, it's Inspector Broward now.
I'm no longer a cop. I'm USPIS.
Wow, this is so weird. I was just talking
-to a Postal Inspector. -I know.
And I was told you called my old job looking for me.
I bet I know why. I thought the same thing you did.
Yeah, the kidnapping ends at a park
two blocks from your home.
The target is Jeffrey McCusker's grandson.
Jeffrey, whose brother Gene was...
-I know. -...discharged...
-I know. -...years ago
'cause of, you know.
Have you even spoken to him since?
Gene?
Gene McCusker wouldn't talk to me
if I was bringing him 20 more years of being 20.
Anyway, it's kind of a life's-too-short sort of thing.
The irony...
Saturday night...
I literally had someone at the park, who left right before it went down.
Yeah. It was just...
I'm sorry. Personal issues. Leave it at that.
Was this Melanie Harmony?
Melody.
Her name is Melody Harmony?
Might explain a few things, right?
-Yeah. -Yeah. Well, she was...
-She was a loose cannon. -Yeah, keep your wits about you.
She has a history of personal encroachment.
So...
you called because the kidnapping
has you thinking about the Guyana deal.
I wanna do the right thing.
Sam, what happened over 20 years ago with your uncle is between you and me
and not relevant. I protect my witnesses.
My informants, my sources.
I would think the past 20 years has proven that.
No, I get that. I'm sorry. I...
-It still keeps me up sometimes. -Oh, come on.
I mean, I knew Gene should've known better.
-I don't think this-- -No, and we were a one-off.
I mean, we were in and we were out.
You gotta stop feeling sorry for Gene McCusker.
He got a cushy retirement.
Is it...
-His injury. His foot. -Yeah.
Is it true that that was self-inflicted?
He never went to jail.
He wasn't even charged. He was protected by his own.
It is impressive whatever you guys have done
with this Chef Jeff thing.
You did the right thing.
Back then.
You did what you had to. And everyone's fine.
Thanks for seeing me at such short notice.
-Did you get a chance to... -I did look over the file. Yes.
As for your initial question,
while Ms. Henrikson technically is not allowed to seek you out,
it's trickier with her son, Nicholas.
As he was a minor, a newborn at the time.
So...
The other question.
-The reason I skipped the gym. -Right.
What if the mother was angry? Which I would be.
And wanted to try and prove, I don't know, that maybe...
maybe on the night, on Saturday, I didn't... I don't know...
try hard enough.
You mean, could Ms. Henrikson assert somehow her child
-was killed because-- -I don't even mean consciously.
Okay, on some level, you acted--
Or failed to act. I don't know.
Because why? Because unconsciously,
you thought it would've damaged your own life, let's say.
Is that what you're asking?
I'm not saying that happened. I don't know what happened.
I don't know how it happened, but people, you know,
-they talk about... -Okay.
...how people do things they're unaware of, consciously.
Derek, I'm gonna speak hypothetically for a moment.
If in the past a murder occurred...
Let me finish. And you feel you may have been,
again in the past, a party...
Please, let me finish, Derek.
I'm just saying, if on a level I was even unaware of.
Derek, are you asking me
if she might have a legal case against you?
Or are you asking whether you have not legal,
but maybe personal cause,
to feel responsible for this child's death?
-It's stupid, right? -No.
But it's a question more for a psychologist than an attorney.
Right.
Yeah.
So, for three days, 16 years ago,
you came into the club and you said your name was Dave.
Don't Dave me now, Derek.
Yesterday, I was with the police.
And today, you're here. So what is going on?
Why are you suddenly in my life again?
Why were you at the police?
-Is it because he didn't come home? -Derek.
You have to fucking tell me what the fuck is going on?
No, you do great.
-You're okay. -I don't get up ladders anymore.
Well, thank God for...
Uncle Gene. Aunt Cindy.
I was hoping maybe we could all... chat.
I don't understand. You think my presence will help him?
Maybe. I mean, he's pretty rattled.
My brother's rattled?
Well, I'm sure you can appreciate us--
No, Sam, Sam. Listen, you're a pretty girl.
You've always been smart. You're certainly too smart
to do whatever the hell it is you do for my brother.
But don't patronize me with bullshit.
You think just because he fucked me--
-No, he vehemently denies it. -No, you know he fucked me.
He knows he fucked me. That I had something to do
with whatever the fuck happened in the park?
-Seriously? -All right. You know what?
-Gene. Gene. -Are you kidding me?
Samantha, it was really good to see you, but I think--
Cindy, this is a recon mission.
Isn't it, Sam? This is recon.
This is... Let's see if old Uncle Gene has a tell
before you open up the whole can of worms, right?
I used to do this for a living.
"My dad is rattled."
Which one of them sent ya? Your mom or your dad?
You know, I'd hate to be your son.
With you still having to raise your goddamn parents.
-Chef Jeff is a fraud. -My father works very hard.
Well, isn't that nice that he has a chance to do that?
Maybe someday you'll ask him,
why does he have to run all over the place trying to prove what a good man he is?
Ask him that.
Ask him who was there for him in the beginning.
You know? Before the whole world was kissing his ass,
and then ask him where all of that
-damn money came from. -All right. Gene, that's enough.
-Stop. -What are you really
trying to find, Sam?
Why the hell are you really here?
Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry.
Sorry I came. Sorry, Aunt Cindy.
Hey, you wanna know the...
Wanna know the biggest difference between Jeffrey and me?
I said nothing about him.
-Gene! -Now, I was good cop.
I made a mistake.
And I paid for it.
But I have said nothing. All of these years and I still won't.
Because I am not him.
I understand.
It's about time.
Where's Louis?
Well, ain't that the question of the day?
We haven't seen him since you dropped him off.
Him or Natalia.
There's another informer.
And who that be?
Well, guess what?
It's not Keesen.
Louis?
Not just.
What you doing, Aked?
Googling Jared Browne with an E.
Fucking rich white kid, Saturday night,
Washington Square Park, famous grandfather,
bullet in the head.
Nothing.
Not an article.
Not even a fucking New York Post.
Nah.
Since when Jared got long hair like this?
Aked, what you doing? You want jumbie catch we?
What the fuck is your problem?
-What's wrong with you? -Don't touch no dead person direct.
Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me.
What?
What if Louis ain't want me to see Jared's body...
'cause there wasn't any Jared's body.