ANGELO: Previously on Memory of a Killer.
Do you have Earl in custody?
He was goin' on about how
someone was gonna get paid to clip some girl.
Is there anything you can tell me about your family that--
that would make someone want to hurt you?
I just wanna know who you sold this to.
His name is Bloch... Henry Bloch.
It was The Ferryman.
I think your dad left this.
MARIA: This scares me.
ANGELO: I mean, what am I not seeing?
REPORTER: Lawmakers are revisiting
the death of Dr. Robert Parks.
The biochemist died two years ago
under mysterious circumstances.
DUTCH: I don't know why, and I don't care.
We do the job. We don't ask questions.
Whoever sent you here lied to you.
(Alarm blaring)
(Silenced gunshot)
(Thunder rumbling)
(Banging on door)
(Gun cocking)
(Thunder rumbling)
(Banging on door)
Eddie? You scared me to death with that text.
EDDIE: We're screwed. We're screwed.
Me, you, and Angelo, it's over.
What are you talkin' about?
They made us. We're going down.
(Thunder rumbling)
You better call Angelo, Marty, too.
- (Siren sounding) - (Police radio chattering)
(Officers chattering)
(Police radio chattering)
(Phone vibrating)
- McGee. - EDDIE: We got a situation.
Why aren't you at the Cucina?
I'm in the middle of a crime scene, Eddie.
What's up guys?
EDDIE: Marty, it's I.A.
How bad?
EDDIE: Just get here.
Ah, man...
Reynolds, I'm gonna need you to take point on this.
Sonofabitch.
(Police radio chattering)
So, there's everything and I mean...
everything in that file.
- Give him the basics, Eddie. - EDDIE: Some idiot--
Internal Affairs are onto us,
never mind 30 years of busting our balls.
I was talking to Eddie.
So, this guy that's after us,
his name is Detective Marco Garcia.
How bad is it?
He has to go.
DUTCH: There's a fat file on this guy's desk.
Monday morning, he's takin' it to the US Attorney's office.
Our whole enterprise is about to go on record.
It's gotta be 48 hours, and it has to look like
an accident or it's comin' back to us.
They know it's a big ask.
'Big ask'. How many times
have we stuck our necks out for you?
Made evidence disappear, tipped you off...
- McGee. - What?
Dutch is your cousin Eddie not mine,
and a thug in a suit is still a thug.
I'm sorry. He is very, very upset.
Believe me, he did not mean that.
He meant every word.
Look, we have to get this
straightened out and it has to point away from us.
(Siren sounding in distance)
What? You don't wanna kill an I.A.?
It offends your principles?
What the hell is wrong with you?
I'll get it done.
DUTCH: Let's go.
Thank you.
It's called an Emergency Protective Order.
It just means we can assign a unit to your house 24/7.
- Until when? - Until there's no more threat.
But you told me there is no threat.
I'm just taking every precaution there is.
Okay, well...
Where's Jeff?
MARIA: Investor conference.
He didn't want to leave me alone.
I had to basically push him out the door.
Right.
Can I ask you something?
Of course.
If someone found something...
something they were worried about,
but they crossed a line to find it,
what would you suggest they do?
You're asking for my professional advice?
Yes.
Boundaries are important.
There are ways to get answers from people
without confronting them.
Right.
Are you doing okay?
Yeah, just a little jumpy.
I need security stats on Garcia's house.
Like, all the specs - cameras, front, back, and...
collect as much garbage from him as possible.
His garbage?
Yeah. As much as you can carry.
Yeah, I'm on it.
Thank you.
DUTCH: Angelo...
...McGee's a jerk, but he's not wrong.
We owe Eddie, both of us.
Okay.
Now, I never mentioned it,
but a while back, the NYPD were looking at you.
I mean, seriously.
Looking at me?
Eddie made it go away.
How?
We took care of it.
C'mon, it was two, three years ago.
Don't worry about it.
You were on a job and I needed you focused, like I do now.
Oh, hey, where'd you go after the party?
Lemme guess.
Nicky?
ANGELO: How's it look?
JOE (On phone:) Detective Garcia's house is a fortress.
Got 180 FOV cameras,
PTZ alarm with IR sensors,
hardwire contacts on every single door and window.
ANGELO: Okay, so, what's the workaround?
Theoretically, if I can get into the house,
I can disable the cams.
Theoretically?
JOE: I've got it, okay?
ANGELO: Remember what I told you the last time?
Yeah. How could I forget?
I'll figure out a way in.
Okay. I'll be right there.
(Police radio chattering)
(Gun firing)
(Customers screaming)
MAN: You okay?!
(Engine revving)
(Tires screeching)
(Car backfiring)
(Police radio chattering)
Okay. I'm fine. I'm okay.
(Tense music playing)
ANGELO: So, what am I looking at?
That is Garcia's son,
Samurai Lord.
Despite his behavior, he is in fact 21.
ANGELO: So, how does this help me?
Well, he also sells pills on the side
under the name 'Bugman'. Garcia doesn't know about it.
He's a straight shooter, workaholic.
I still think shooting him might be the easiest way.
Yeah, that's the story of my life.
The most difficult request: "Make it look like an accident."
You know how we do that?
Tamper with their brakes?
Habits, behavior,
what type of activities they do that can harm them.
We are what we throw away.
He's a diabetic.
We're gonna spike his insulin.
Wow. Okay.
Do you have a problem with that?
Two minutes ago, you were ready to shoot him.
No, I don't have a problem with it.
It's just he's a cop, you know?
He's I.A. Isn't this a little bit--
What do you think this is?
It's him or us.
Just get into the house and cut off those cams.
I need to take care of something.
(Groaning)
- Bro! - Oh, no. I'm--
I'm okay. I'm okay.
Aah!
- You okay, man? - Oh...
- What happened? - Thanks, man.
I don't know. I must've just... you know.
I'm sorry. Wait. You're the...
(Laughs) You're the Samurai Lord, right?!
Yeah, that's me.
I am him.
(Laughs)
You, uh, watch my videos?
Dude, the 180?
Every single time, I'm like,
"He's so gonna lose his fingers!"
- Yeah, that's a big one. - Yeah.
You know, I actually think
I've seen some of your other posts, too. Bugman?
You, uh...
Bugman? Who's that?
My mistake. Sorry.
No, I just got a big party coming up.
I got every color of the rainbow, you know?
Except E.
Yeah, I'm... still in business.
Yeah?
(Earl exhaling sharply)
EARL: Mr. Flannery.
I want you to know... that what I did to your--
Sit.
You told Detective Woods about The Ferryman.
Yeah. I told him everything I know.
No, you didn't.
I swear.
What else did he say?
Nothing. Just...
the job was gonna get done, something like that.
- What job? - I don't know.
I didn't catch it all.
That's all I caught.
Just "The Ferryman's gonna handle it,"
something like that.
He say anything about my family?
No. No, nothing like that.
Did he say anything about a girl.
Yeah.
What did he say?
Just that she was the target.
Did he say anything about a man named Henry Bloch?
No.
How did you end up in this bar,
on this day, overhearing all of this?
I know how it sounds.
Do you know about The Ferryman in Greek mythology.
He carries souls across the river.
He takes a man from life...
...to death.
Someone wanted you there.
They wanted you to overhear this.
You're a messenger. And Earl...
someone is using you.
Mr. Flannery, I really am sorry.
Leave town.
Tonight.
And if I ever see you close to my family again...
...you're a dead man.
(Tense music playing)
(Birds singing)
I want a gun.
Hi. Pro tip: not the best thing to shout
when you walk into a police station.
- And how did you even get here? - Your guys tried to stop me.
But I threatened to jump out the window and walk here,
so they caved.
I need you to teach me how to use it.
Maria, you hate guns.
The first time I came to your dad's house,
you made me lock it in the car.
Yeah, well, I was a naive college student
who hadn't been shot at.
Maria, it's a whole process.
You need to apply for a permit.
I need to take control.
You gonna help me out or not?
ANGELO: Did you cut the cameras to Garcia's house?
JOE (On phone:) Yep. You're clear to enter.
(In person:) Oh, wow. I mean, that's amazing,
especially the part where you-- where, you know, you spin it,
and twirl it, like, the thing you did.
DANNY: You talkin' about when I do this? Or when I do this?
JOE: Can you do that again? That part again.
Wow, yeah, I gotta...
Here, let me show you. Let me show you.
You know what would be better? If, somehow, you had, like,
both hands...
- DANNY: Yeah! - JOE: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
JOE: Yeah, that's cool. That is really cool.
Hey, do you have any more, uh, beer?
I'd love another beer.
DANNY: Uh, we might have some more...
(Danny and Joe speaking indistinctly)
(Sighing)
(Guns firing)
Finger off the trigger until you're on the target.
That way no one goes home with any extra holes.
(Guns firing)
Relax.
- (Guns firing) - (Exhaling sharply)
Breathe out... and squeeze.
(Firing)
(Guns firing)
Wow. Okay.
Hey, do you remember when Judy Dixon
did her No Guns In Hudson Springs thing a few years back?
I recall a certain person helping her set up the chairs,
carry the coffee urn.
I never carried the coffee urn.
DAVE: If she could see you now.
- How do I reload? - Watch.
(Guns firing)
When your Mom passed, what make you come back
to Hudson Springs?
For my dad.
I meant, what made you stay?
It wasn't one thing.
(Guns firing)
Are you asking me if I came back for you?
No. No, of course not.
Okay.
You were married, Dave.
(Firing repeatedly)
Here it is, 20 dabs of E. Nice doing business with ya.
You, uh... You want a beer?
Nah, I gotta split.
Are you sure? We can party all we want.
My dad's somewhere upstate.
He won't be back till tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Day after. He's working a case. Just chill.
JOE (On phone:) Bad news.
- Insulin's screwed. - Why?
Garcia's working a case, so he's not gonna be back
until tomorrow.
ANGELO (On phone:) Where are you?
JOE: Just left the house. The kid can talk.
ANGELO: Plan B. Find out where he is.
JOE: The kid's phone can probably get us that,
but he just left. Have to track him down again.
ANGELO: Yeah, you better. We screw this up,
it's not just prison.
We're looking at conspiracy to kill a cop, an I.A. cop,
which mean's they're going to try to turn it into federal,
and then we're gonna be looking at a needle.
You understand?
We only have 24 hours.
Yeah, very comforting.
(Siren sounding in distance)
(Siren and traffic in the distance)
(Phone chiming)
(Dance music playing)
(Muffled dance music playing)
Thank you.
(Muffled dance music playing)
I like this new club better.
Yeah, well, I don't get to choose where they put me.
So, I clean my gun with lithium.
It works in low temperatures.
That's why the gun was in the refrigerator.
Great. That explains everything.
Except you asking questions
about Carl Mosher and him turning up dead the next day.
Yeah, I heard about that.
NICKY: You sell photocopiers, huh?
If you did it and someone saw me leave with you...
ANGELO: The picture inside...
...is that your daughter?
She's beautiful.
I had a good time, by the way.
And I'd like to take you to breakfast.
That place you mentioned across the park.
(Chattering)
POOL PLAYER: Hey, Lorenzo.
LORENZO: Where's Nicky?
You speak to Macy?
NICKY: I told you I spoke to Macy.
LORENZO: So, where were you last night.
NICKY: I was at work. She didn't see me there.
LORENZO: Been working a lot these days.
Are we gonna hang out tonight or what?
NICKY: I'm not sure yet. I gotta play it by ear.
- I'll let you know. - (Phone chiming)
(Phone chiming)
Yeah.
Okay. We're on our way.
ANGELO: Yeah, Joe.
JOE (On phone:) You ready to do some drivin'?
I got a beat on Garcia's location.
ANGELO: Where is he?
JOE: Now, he's just outside of Albany.
It's about a three hour drive.
ANGELO: I'll be there in two.
(Engine revving)
JOE: You're about a hundred yards away.
ANGELO: Got it.
JOE: I texted you a picture of him for a positive ID.
ANGELO: I see it.
(Tense music playing)
(Vehicle approaching)
You think I don't know what you're doing?
(Chuckling mirthlessly)
You mean aside from fully cooperating?
GARCIA: It's time to quit stalling.
Hand over the evidence. Look,
for the avoidance of doubt,
I need everything you've got on your partner and his cousin,
or you can kiss immunity goodbye.
This should lock 'em both up
'til you and I are dead and gone.
ANGELO: McGee's a rat.
All the time they spent together, in the car,
in the bars, in the office, I mean, years,
Eddie had no idea who McGee was.
How d'you explain that?
Maybe just too close to see it.
We can all tell a lie, we can wear a mask,
but to be that lie 24/7, like a frickin' avatar,
I mean, that is... something else.
Makes you wonder who else is wearing a mask.
And it's so ironic because McGee
was a total choirboy before he met Eddie.
Straight as an arrow.
Guy wouldn't take a bottle of bourbon
from the Teamsters at Christmas.
Then, Eddie shows him the ropes,
McGee turns around and hangs us with it.
What d'you think?
I don't know.
DUTCH: I got an idea.
Thank you.
That's some great progress.
Shut up.
Seriously. You're a natural.
DISPATCHER (On radio:) Unit two-four, Detective Woods,
copy?
Go ahead, Dispatch.
DISPATCHER: We got a possible DB in the river up at the park.
State called it in. County's requesting you as lead.
What's your 20?
Two-four en route. ETA ten.
I'm gonna have to call you a taxi.
Aren't you supposed to watch over me?
You don't mind the ride along?
As long as you hit the lights.
Let's go.
- (Siren sounding) - (Police radio chattering)
- (Siren sounding) - (Responders chattering)
Hey, I'll be right back.
- (Siren sounding) - (Police radio chattering)
(Responders chattering)
(Camera shutter clicking)
(Police radio chattering)
(Responders chattering)
(Police radio chattering)
(Camera shutter clicking)
OFFICER: Ma'am, you're going to have to step away.
(Responders chattering)
Mr. Flannery?
ANGELO: Agent Grant, any progress on the case?
Not yet. How's Maria?
She's great, thank you.
She's getting stronger by the day.
Good. I'm glad to hear that. And how are you holding up?
I imagine this is all very, uh, difficult.
Uh, we're managing.
San Marzanos...
and fresh basil -
someone knows how to cook a real Italian meal.
I have a friend who's a very good chef
who tells me what I should be buying.
They have you staying here during the investigation?
They do. You know, although, uh,
I doubt my per diem will cover those fancy San Marzanos.
Your buck does go a heck of lot further here
than it does in the city, though.
That's one of the perks
of being in Hudson Springs, I guess.
Yes. It's one of the advantages.
Mm.
I must confess, I do have a fantasy...
ANGELO: Mmm?
...about disappearing into a place like this.
Fresh start, just a whole new identity.
Well, that's an interesting way of looking at it.
No, I know it sounds dramatic. But...
I am amazed by people who can just
shed their old skin, you know?
- Mr. Flannery. - Harold!
Hey, I've got that Parmigiano-Reggiano
you asked for. It just came in this morning.
Fantastic. Thank you.
You are quite the regular customer.
Yes. Well, I've lived here for a number of years.
It's a small town; I get to know everybody
and they see you around town.
Yeah, I think I noticed you...
outside of my hotel,
on your morning run.
Yeah, your stride is so aggressive.
It's like you're in training for something.
Oh, I love half marathons.
That explains it.
I'm gonna let you get back to your shopping.
- Mr. Flannery? - Yes.
It really has been a lovely surprise
running into you like this.
You're awfully quiet tonight.
I may have done something I shouldn't have.
When Jeff was out of town, I called Dave.
Why did you call him?
Just to hang out.
And did you hang out?
Yeah.
But it somehow feels like cheating. Is that crazy?
ANGELO: I think it depends on, um,
what your intention is.
Wait. Are you telling me that...?
No, no, no, no. It was nothing like that. No.
It's just, um...
uh, he took me on a ride along.
We saw a dead body, Dad.
ANGELO: In Hudson Springs?
He thinks the guy may have slipped,
like lost his footing or something.
They know who it is?
Mm. No, not yet.
You know where they found him?
A couple of miles downstream
from the bridge where we used to hike with Mom.
Yeah.
It's crazy, all this violence.
It's like you're not safe anywhere.
Yeah.
It's a whole new world.
It reminds me of this other crazy thing I heard about.
A guy at work handed me an article about an account
we sold copiers to,
and it turned out he was involved in the mob.
Wait.
Not the guy who was gunned down on Lake George?
Yeah. Did you read that article?
Yeah.
Crazy.
Nice to see you playing with your food
while the house burns down.
Out!
Let's not forget who's asking who for help here.
Oh, we're not. But Garcia's still breathing.
Why?
Angelo's working on it.
Really?
'Cause from where I'm standin', the clock's ticking
while this bastard's walking around with our files.
I know why you're stalling.
You're scared of wasting an I.A.
Garcia's a diabetic.
His son's a junkie. I'm gonna spike his insulin.
So, we need you to get into the evidence room,
steal some Fentanyl, and meet us at Garcia's tonight.
You heard him. Let's get the Fentanyl.
ANGELO: He better show up.
(Phone ringing)
(Phone continues ringing)
Yeah.
JOE (On phone:) Done. The kid's out cold.
- For how long? - JOE: A few hours,
maybe more, with all the crap he took.
Good.
McGee will meet us there.
I'm about two minutes out.
(Rap music playing over headphones)
(Knocking)
(Tense music playing)
(Knocking)
ANGELO: Fentanyl?
Wanna let me in before the neighborhood watch gets chatty?
Where's Garcia?
- What are you nuts? - You tell me.
MCGEE: What are you doin' Angelo?
I was at the camper. I heard everything you said.
It was me or Eddie.
So, you ratted out your partner?
Oh, like Eddie wouldn't do the same to me?
My name is in that list.
It's not, Angelo. I've seen the files.
Dutch is implicated.
Eddie's implicated. You barely figure.
You would risk killing a cop to save Eddie or Dutch?
What are you talking about?
Open your eyes.
Dutch is playing you Angelo.
(Rap music playing over headphones)
(Rap music continues playing over headphones)
(Computer countdown beeping)
(Phone ringing)
Dutch. It's done.
MARIA: Dad?
Who's Dutch?
What's done?
Dad?
Danny?
(Rap music playing over headphones)
Oh...
Oh, God. Danny?
What'd you do?
- Mm. - Danny, what'd you do?
What the hell did you do?!
Oh, no. Dad...
Oh, God. Did you...?
I-- I blacked out.
- You blacked... - I swear, I didn't--
I-- I couldn't have, Dad.
Dad, please, please, please...
Dad, please help. Help me, Dad.
Dad! Dad, please!
What did you do?
What do you remember?! What'd you do?!
I blacked out, okay?!
Please.
All right, we gotta get him outta here.
Just get his legs. Just...
(Coughing)
- Come on. - DANNY: Okay, okay, okay.
GARCIA: Get his legs! Come on!
DANNY: Okay, okay, okay!
(Straining)
GARCIA: Come on.
(Speaking indistinctly)
DANNY: I don't know...
Ah, this is bad.
You need help?
GARCIA: What do you want?
(Danny and Garcia speaking indistinctly on phone)
You set me up.
(On phone:) Get his legs! Come on!
DANNY (On phone:) Okay, okay, okay!
You killed McGee, not Danny.
You have no proof.
I have plenty.
So, nobody needs to see this.
All you need to do is erase the files on Eddie Marino.
GARCIA: Eddie Marino...
(Scoffing)
When-- When my wife was dying
and she was slipping away,
I-I promised her that I'd put our son first.
But I just... I just buried myself in work.
You mean you ratted out your friends.
McGee, Eddie, they're not cops;
they're just criminals with badges.
They lost-- they lost themselves years ago.
At least you know who you are.
ANGELO: Give me this.
DUTCH: You took care of things,
like always.
How did you know Garcia would take the bait?
Fathers'll do anything for their kids.
Speaking from experience.
How come you didn't tell me?
Before when the cops were looking at me.
Me and Eddie took care of it.
Yeah, you said that.
You didn't need to know.
Makes me wonder what else I don't know.
Look, don't take this the wrong way,
but what you don't know could wipe out the Eastern Seaboard.
Me and Eddie had your back, just like old times.
Let's not fix what ain't broke.
Next time...
...I wanna know. Understand?
You have my word.
One condition.
You stay for lunch.
You're incredible.
Eddie's wound a little tight today; I could use the backup.
Oh, my God, you're unbelievable.
I'll get the silverware.
What are we gonna drink to today?
To Eddie.
- Don't give him any. - (Laughing)
That's the last thing we need.
- Salute. - Salute.
(Knocking)
Peace offering?
I would let you in,
but my life is too complicated.
I don't need a jealous mobster on my tail.
I'm sorry.
- I shoulda told you. - Hmm.
NICKY: Good thing I ended it.
(Lock clicking)
(Grunting)
Who hired you?
The Ferryman.
(Tense music playing)
ANGELO: Where is he?
I know you work for The Ferryman.
You're gonna take me to him.
(Theme music playing)