-Hey, Pete. You needed me? -Do I have to--
We're moving tonight. A raid.
Garmen Harry reached out to Ron Cuneo again.
You know, from the casino. And I was right.
The Mahabir family is closing up shop pretty quickly.
We're gonna use NYPD vehicles. We can't wait for ours to be dispatched.
Wow.
Okay, so you... We're running point?
Postal inspectors are running point, but we are there to support.
All right. FBI, you guys are gonna go for the bank statements,
and hard drives, and account records. Do you need us to vouch for that shit?
Or do you guys want to attack it for yourself?
-Well, actually, it's-- -No, no, you're not expecting
to find anything 'cause Savitri Mahabir wouldn't have all that lying around.
Except no...
that is not what that actually is about.
Actually...
you guys mind giving Inspector Harmony and me the room for a moment?
-Yeah. -Nope.
Surprised it took him this long.
Sorry. Mine and Manny's...
informant is trying to yank off his anklet.
Do you mind giving me a second?
Yo, Xavier. Your phone is off and that is good,
but I know what you're doing, and I see where you are,
and I'll know if you leave. So when you get this,
call me back because we're due for a checkup. Okay?
You know, actually, can you...
Sorry, just... just one more call. Sorry about that.
Hi. Yes, room 924, please. It's listed as "House Anonymous."
Thank you.
This talk, where you're gonna tell me that Manny is point
and I am not, or something along those lines.
-Can it wait an hour? -Everything okay?
I'm gonna let you know. I'm sorry, Pete.
Fuck.
Xavier? Hello?
Xavier?
USPIS.
Fuck.
First, you tell me what you were doing there
and how you ended up with an ankle monitor on.
A lady grab me.
What she want with you? How you know she?
I don't know.
-Maybe she see me outside your house. -Yeah, how she know you were there?
Nope?
-Because she was following Aked. -Oh, Aked. How? How?
She pick you up by sheself. No one else was there. Why?
I think she was acting on her own. I don't think anybody know.
-What you tell she? What you tell she? -Nothing, man.
Nothing. She knows everything. All right? She... she...
-She have... she have-- She know about-- -"She... she... she--" What? What? What?
You can't talk?
And she know about the bum we killed in the alley.
She have pictures of you and Mrs. Mahabir.
She have pictures of Quincy, and Ranwell, a lot of people now, man.
What about me?
-Nothing. I didn't see nothing about you. -How about Len?
-Nothing. -Hey. Why you not call me when she left?
Because I know a lot of people be after you.
All right? I thought maybe she might bug the room,
or tap my calls, you know?
Look, you know I want to go home more than anything,
but why would I mess that up for some crazy cop lady
who's trying to keep me a secret from her own people?
Paul.
I leaving with me family.
Are you taking him with you?
Maybe. Question is, whose side is he on really?
What you do?
They been calling me from Jared's phone.
Xavier, thank you for calling.
I'm sorry I ain't been connecting with you.
Me hear your message.
You say you got plans to leave.
We tried everything, Xav. We asked Edward Chung to help,
but it was a trap.
Was it you that...
that swapped out Jared's body for some kind of dummy?
I'm sorry. We didn't think no one would know.
I'm sorry we-- I'm sorry we didn't tell you. I--
We were scared.
How much was Edward Chung charging to take you?
Nothing.
He was charging you nothing and you didn't think
it was some kind of trap, no?
It's my fault, Xavier. You know me not clever like that.
-Me sorry, man. Me so sorry. -And you say you're getting money?
Can you get him 50?
Maybe. Can try.
Why? Why you ask?
All right, well, Garmen Harry is desperate for money.
And him leave tonight.
Him say if he have space on his plane and he say, "yes," can you get him 50?
Yeah, we can try.
Okay, I'mma put you on mute.
-How many seats he get? -Five-seater. My family and one more.
All right, Louis.
Garmen has say 60,000, and he leave at midnight tonight.
I'mma call you when you get the money.
So Garmen know about Edward Chung?
No.
And I won't tell him.
I promise.
Hey. Keep this hush-hush, right?
Because, you know, mouth open, story jump out.
-Will do. -All right. I'll see you later.
Hannah-Estelle.
You remember Xavier? He's gonna help you load stuff.
He's the fifth seat on the plane
and maybe he can help us when he get back home, too.
That's probably them.
-Thanks for seeing us, Cindy. -Yeah, well...
Okay.
Come on.
Wow.
If you're this old, what the fuck does that make me?
Not you, Kris. You look good.
So, why are we the most popular people on the planet all of a sudden?
-You know what? I bet I know. -All right. Gene.
You're right. You're right. Sorry.
That's a-- Cindy gave me the comportment lecture,
so I'm comporting. Would you like to have a seat?
Well, we just wanna know what really happened.
-And you come to us for this? -Well, in my mind...
You know... And it's gotten worse, by the way.
-I-- Really, this-- All this-- -And I'm sorry to hear that.
From the moment that I got that call that they got Jared...
Got that call, and then I'm running to Sam's,
-and then I-- -And you thought, "My brother."
-'Cause you felt guilty. -For what?
Guilty for turning me in.
No, I'm gonna save you some breath.
-I-- -I've got the 49 report. I've got--
-I have a xerox of an interview... -What?
-...that he did with Manny Broward. -Interview with who?
Twenty-somethin' years ago when you turned me in,
you did an interview with a police detective
-named Manfred Broward. -I don't know who that is.
-Stop. Just save... -I--
...save your dignity, will you? I'll get it for you.
Here we go. It's a witness form that you fill out
if you want to sweep something under the rug.
And a lot of the details are redacted.
But believe me, Jeff, there is plenty here.
There is plenty. Case in point.
"I met with subject initials J.M..."
-I never met with-- -"...who has requested anonymity."
-Seriously? I never met with-- -"And who has confirmed
payments initiated by J.M..."
-I don't know what that is. -"...to an account. Redacted."
-I was never supposed to see this. -Wha--
-And you assumed that I hadn't. -I never handle the accounts.
Ever.
Well, then I guess it was some other J.M.
-at Jeffrey McCusker Foods then. -Oh, my God.
God. We owe you an apology.
-What? -Don't we?
Yeah, we didn't see it either.
Gene...
Samantha is her middle name.
She always hated "Jolene."
It was "Sam" from the time she was three, I think.
Mom, I understand this is a conversation we all need to have.
I just can't have it right now. Okay?
And Derek just walked in. I'll call you later. Bye.
What was that all about?
Everything.
-Are we gonna talk? -Sure. Me first. You need to go.
-We can make this-- -No, you need to leave.
-I want to make this work. -There's only one thing I want.
It's for you to get out of my sight.
Oh, God.
This is the talk. From earlier.
You're telling me that Manny's in charge of the raid?
Actually, it's because of something I got this morning.
-Manny's not running point? -No, he is.
But it's something else.
He sent the psych eval?
Damn it!
I knew he would do it eventually.
And I almost fired him for not having sent it
a year ago when he should have.
But I needed at least one of you on the raid tonight.
Until you got the thing...
-that we're about to talk about. -Mel.
We got an IAB report
about a domestic incident case against you.
Carol?
And given it's the third one in as many years
with last year's leading to the psych eval...
Did she include how we met?
How she was a witness in one of your cases? Yeah.
-Oh, my God. -Which, of course, just adds
to the messiness.
And given the times and our other issues...
Yeah.
-I'm sorry. -No, no. I'm...
I'm sorry.
I did this to myself. I get it.
I did this.
You'll officially be suspended as of noon tomorrow,
pending a department investigation.
Table for two, please.
I'm sorry, we're fully committed. Do you have a reservation?
Actually, I have a few, but we came anyway.
-Actually, can you hang a sec? -Sure.
Okay. What's about to happen now is the best part of the whole deal.
Mr. McCusker, it is a true honor to have you here.
-Oh, thank you. -Please.
Go ahead, bro.
Holy Toledo. Are you fucking kidding me?
Gene tried private security for a while. You know, jobs where he could sit.
-Yeah. -Schools.
-Jewelry stores. -It was worse, huh?
So, finally, he just had to accept the fact that...
You were gonna be the breadwinner.
-Sorry. -No, he did. And I was. So...
-Hey, here's to... -Whatever the fuck
-just happened. -Yeah.
What if he still doesn't pay?
-Have you thought about that? -Shut up! I'm sick of you.
-I'm just saying-- -Nicholas!
Your daddy don't wanna pay, we still give you back.
Even without the money.
-What if I don't wanna go back? -Hey!
Raas scunt. You going back!
Okay, so, this what we gonna do.
We gonna take you inside, we gonna knock on they door.
-What apartment they in? -I don't know. Six something.
-Tell me now. -Louis!
What apartment they in?
-Eighteen J. -Let go of him. Let go.
That's him. That's your daddy?
Go, go, go! They isn't inside. Go, go!
I just wanted to say I love you. And...
Me will come back just now.
Sir, I'm so sorry for the wait. Your suite's ready.
-You'll be on the third floor. Room 309. -Thank you.
-Enjoy your stay. -Thanks.
You're upset, obviously,
and you're not taking my calls or replying to my messages.
And this is another one that you're not even gonna listen to,
so what am I doing?
-Yeah? -Mr. Browne?
Coming.
We got your boy.
And we know you don't want nothing to do with him,
so we gonna make you an offer.
-You have my boy? -Yes.
And this is your other boy's phone.
-Who are you? -Doesn't matter. You gonna let us in?
Us?
-Hey, Dad. -Oh, Jesus.
We coming in or not?
Yeah. Yeah, come in.
Okay. Okay, okay. All right.
Fuck.
First thing we're gonna do is you're gonna call your mother.
He ain't calling nobody.
-Okay, I'm gonna make a call. -You ain't making no phone call
until we got a deal.
We know you paid a lot of money so nobody knew about him.
All we ask is you pay again. It's gonna be 60,000.
-Or we gon' tell everybody. -Okay, well, why don't you go ahead
and do that then because everybody fucking knows.
Because you guys called my house last night.
Sorry.
Hey!
Yo, Jared!
-Where is she? -Where is who?
Who are you? Okay. Okay.
Where the fuck is she? Don't play with me.
Give me.
Nat?
You lied to me.
You made an ass out of me but you lied to me, Nat.
I'm... I'm sorry, Aked.
-Please, please, don't do this. Please. -You left me with no option.
-I'm sorry. -Just get out.
Get the fuck out.
-Me sister phone. -Just get the fuck out.
Come, come, come, Nat. Come, come.
Come!
Please.
-Louis. -Xav. Something bad happened.
We ain't get the money. Aked dead.
-What you talk about Aked dead, man? -He tried to kill Nat!
-Oh, my Jesus Christ. -He point a gun towards she!
What the raas, Louis?
Aked dead. We ain't got any money.
You think Garmen's still gon' take us home?
Man, how you ask that? I don't know.
The painting.
-What? -Xavier.
There's a... there's a painting.
There's a painting worth five times that much money.
We can take it.
I don't know. Me have to ask him, all right?
Jesus Christ. It's getting all too much.
Now, man, are you even sure you can get that?
No, no. Will he... Will he take it?
All right, I can ask.
Let me call you back after I speak to him, all right?
...Ameena, you can make new friend. Better friend, all right? I promise.
-I don't wanna make a new friend! -I coming back just now.
-What happened? What is it? -Aked dead.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
-Dad! -I coming. How you know?
I don't know, something to do with Louis and Natalia. They just called.
-Miss M. know? -I don't think anybody know.
We keep it that way.
And one other thing.
They ain't got the money.
But they say they got a painting worth five times the amount
if you can still get them home.
-My suitcase won't work. -Baby, I coming just now, all right?
Painting-- Yeah, listen, I can't deal with this right now.
Just tell them we'll call them later. All right?
-And don't lose touch with them. -I won't.
-What's the official time of death? -It's on the 95 tag.
-Any idea when Crime Scene arrives? -Man, we're gonna be here all day.
Is he all right?
He's got a ricochet wound to the rear of his right shoulder,
and there are bullet fragments and shrapnel from the tile as well.
You're welcome to come with us.
I'm sorry?
We'll get your statement at the hospital. This way you can stay with your son.
Stay with...
Right.
If I could just get a little information from you.
I just called his mother. She'll be here as soon as she can.
Oh, okay. All right. Well, in the meantime, if you wouldn't mind
giving me his date of birth, height, weight, vaccination history,
-any allergies to penicillin or anything. -Date of birth, February 2007.
Okay, February 2007. Do you know what day?
All right, what about how tall he is? Do you know approximately how tall he is?
-Five-eight, five-nine. -Okay.
And approximately how much do you think he weighs?
You know, we can wait for his mom to get here for that.
Most importantly, any allergies that you know of?
To penicillin? Or any other medications that he's taking?
I don't know.
Mom.
Shit.
-Where's dad? -Hospital.
His chess guy. The one that, he was playing with in the park.
He had a stroke or something.
Classic Jeff! Worried there's some total stranger out there
-in the world that doesn't love him. -Mom, have you been drinking?
Yes.
But only for 49 years.
Wow. Okay. Well, I can't deal with this headfuck right now,
so I'm gonna put it over here.
Thanks, Mom.
How's Derek, by the way?
Derek! Well, Derek is in a hotel.
'Cause it turns out that Charisse is not a place, no.
Charisse is a person. So, yeah. Another fucking secret.
It's not a secret, Sam.
Wait, you knew about Charisse?
Well, after Derek took over the books for me,
I used to double-check for a while.
What, because you didn't trust him? What?
I noticed that he had taken some money out,
and then he put it back from a different account.
It's very easy to trace.
Wait and then...
And then you trusted him, after that?
He paid it back.
Do you remember he never wanted to live in New York?
But he did, for you.
He dug in and dedicated every moment after that to you.
And to the Chef Jeff of it all. And... And to Jared.
You're looking at me like I'm crazy. Like Dad looks at me.
-No, Dad's right. You're-- -Yeah, no, I know. I know.
It's his bit. I'm the ostrich, not the eagle.
-But he's wrong, Sam, because I see. -Okay. Well, if you're an eagle,
you're an eagle with her head in the sand which is fucking worse.
You didn't tell me about my own fucking husband!
Because you would never have forgiven him. Would you?
And you would have lost him!
Louis!
This from them.
From Saturday night.
Ms. Mahabir say a circle is gonna protect everybody.
You think that shit works?
I don't know what's worse.
It works and it's all broke up now...
or it never worked in the first place.
Sam.
Inspector Harmony, how can I help you?
I would perhaps limit
to the scope of that question being that I have been suspended
starting noon tomorrow.
-I'm sorry to hear that. -No, you're not.
Your case, by the way, it's almost been solved.
At least, they're about to make a bunch of fancy arrests, so...
-And you came here to tell me that? -Oh, no, no.
-The truth is-- -Well, you're fishing.
What do they call it when a fish is fished and then it's on the deck gasping?
-Flailing? -That would be me.
Your Uncle Gene told me everything.
You mean the disgraced former cop
who shot himself in the foot to avoid prison
and get a lifetime of disability?
I think you're saying that just to try to scare me.
Doesn't really matter anyway,
'cause why would you say anything to incriminate yourself?
Well, especially if it has no material effect
on this investigation.
Or worse, possibly expose you to all sorts of liability.
Nah, if I were you, I'd be like, "I worked hard for this life,
and I'm gonna protect the fuck out of it."
-Why are you here? -The Series A investments.
Who made them and through which banks.
-We've hit a wall. -I thought you were fired.
It may help Roan Jessup find other people
from down there who are now in other cities and other states.
Well, I... I-- Wait, he may help you to find a job?
As I said, it's a Hail Mary.
And the ball's up in the air, I don't know
where it's gonna land, or if it's gonna land.
But you're right.
Because why would you fuck all this up for that?
You should probably get inside. Where it's safe.
Thank you.
So I'm looking for the name of the person who rented
the chalk cart and the address it was sent to.
Thank you.
Could you spell that for me?
All right. This is a microphone and a camera.
Whatever you see, we see. You know what you're doing?
-Look at everyone. Hold on them. -And?
-Say names whenever I can. -Yeah. If...
-It's not weird. -Hey.
Detective Sanders and I are gonna be behind you the entire time.
And Agent Jessup is ghosting you in a follow-van.
Our eyes are gonna be on you the entire time.
How're we looking?
Mahabir is meeting at 20:00, we're going in at 20:30.
Yeah. At first, we thought our error on the night of the event
meant that our rebirth would be impossible,
but then Mr. Willoughby explained what we thought were mistakes
were actually a series of necessary turns
that would expel the impurities within our circle.
So now, we are ready to go ahead with what we're meant to do.
Oh, God.
I haven't had the same feelings of enthusiasm and hope...
since the day we exchanged rings, Ranny.
It's a new beginning.
I really think you'll be happy with how this evening will turn out.