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Hello. My name is Detective Avraham.

This is my son, Vincent.

He's missing.

When did you last see Vincent?

Monday?

I'm his tutor, just helping him

with his, uh, writing skills.

Well, Zack's a writer.

Why is there a letter from Vincent?

This is what writers do. We channel.

I don't believe you.

My feeling is that Vincent
never left that building

on Tuesday morning.

He's contained.

I never made a decision to kiss him.

It just happened.

Vincent told you.

You knew.

We got a 16-year-old missing
boy last seen with you,

a homeless man of
questionable mental health...

someone who was broomed from
his previous teaching career.

You don't exactly present well, John.

Why don't you say it?
You think he's dead.

Do you think your son is dead?

How dare you ask me that?

His luggage. The large one is not here.

- Where's the large?
- I don't know.

He wouldn't run away
because of something

that I said or did.

Why would he run away?

- Do you have any idea?
- No.

The mother.

We're now seeing his mother in the fish.

I can't really explain it.

I'm not gonna ask you to.

You see anything else in there, Avi?

'Cause I will tell you what I see.

I see a fury bordering on a mania

bordering on disorder.

It's a process.

Yeah, I'm familiar.

The longer a case goes on,
the more intense you get,

the more intense your drawings.

Did your mother draw?

This is not about my mother.

Is it about Vincent's?

How are we doing?

Late night, I see.

We got a report that Kids
Campus is receiving threats.

I need you to go check it out.

Meaning what? I'm off this thing here?

Meaning when a day care in
our area receives threats,

we check it out, Earl.

We need to multitask.

Rebecca took the call.

Get the report and go, please.

We should also circle
back to the school,

revisit everyone in Vincent's life.

Benjamin, Hailey
Townsend, her boyfriend.

We are not dealing
with something random.

I know it.

Oh.

Do I need to take you off this case,

put someone else on?

Fresh eyes?

I'm almost there.

That's what you keep saying.

By the way, there's someone downstairs

to speak to you and Janine.

Can we help you?

Uh, yes.

I'm here about the
missing boy, Vincent Conte.

I may have information.

What sort of information?

Well, perhaps none.

- What's your name?
- Michael Rosen.

I teach a writing class.

I have a student who's been
writing about a missing boy

with similarities to some of the details

I've heard on the news
about this Vincent Conte.

Come to learn the student actually lives

in the boy's building.

What's the student's name?

Zachary Miller.

Let's go upstairs.

As you can see, the material's riveting,

which is what first made me suspicious.

Why?

Well, Zack has been
consistently mediocre.

His work lacks.

It's like he's on the
outside looking in.

He just can't get there.

I actually told him to give
up the pursuit of the craft.

That's how uninspiring I found it all.

Then suddenly, within the last week,

he's writing this,

like he's on the inside of it...

well inside.

And that he lives in the kid's building

gives me a very uneasy feeling.

It's not exactly probative of anything.

It's too coincidental.
Add to that, these people

have been withholding.

He's clearly writing about
Vincent's relationship

- with his parents.
- Even so,

it doesn't make him guilty of anything.

What are we gonna do,
arrest him for plagiarism?

I'm with Avi on this.

They've both been playing hide the ball.

Okay, let's say this tutor
does have something to do

with Vincent's disappearance.

Do we really think that
he would write about it?

He might. Some twisted
call for attention.

I'm gonna bring him in.

On what grounds?

My suggestion is that we call them in

to help.

If we do some aggressive
round up, they'll get lawyers.

So let's just ask them
nicely to come in and help us.

I mean, clearly Zack wants to play.

Okay.

Great. Thank you.

This morning.

Okay.

Yeah, I suppose we could do that.

Sure.

Yeah, 10:00 is fine.

See you there.

What's going on?

Some new developments.

They got some security footage.

They want us to take a look,

see if we recognize anybody.

Did they say they
have an actual suspect?

No.

10:00.

We can drop off Luke at
my mother's on the way.

Thank you so much for coming in.

Yeah. What's this, uh, new development?

Well, could be just a blind alley,

but we're turning over every stone.

We just would like for
you to look at some stills.

Earl, take Zack to see, would you?

Janine, you and Dania
can go to the spare room.

You're splitting us up?

If you and your wife happened
to identify the same person,

we don't want his or her lawyer arguing

that the ID was suggestive.

Follow me, boss.

I have to say, I'm getting

a very odd feeling here.

Well, that's understandable.

We're all unsettled.

A boy is missing.

One might argue it would be more odd

not to have an odd feeling.

You otherwise doing okay?

Just fine. Can I see
these photos please?

Of course.

Actually, before we get to the pictures,

I thought we might start with this.

Where did you get these?

Your writing instructor brought them.

He had concerns...

as now do I.

What is going on here?

Well, that's my question for you, sir.

You seem to have an intimate knowledge

of Vincent's insecurities,
his fears, his frustrations.

No, this was a writing assignment.

It's time to cut the shit, Mr. Miller.

Careful.

Don't you have somewhere to be, Earl?

This is excellent writing.

And from what I'm told,
you're not an excellent writer.

Did Vincent write this letter?

No.

You clearly had insight
as to his state of mind.

You neglected to share
this insight with me.

At a minimum, you failed
to aid this investigation.

More likely, you obstructed it.

Obstr... obstructed?

You have treated me like
a suspect from the start.

Whether or not that's true, I certainly

consider you one now,

and your best path to exoneration

is a straight and truthful line.

Are you sexually attracted to Vincent?

What?

Some of the emails between you two

suggest a certain intimacy.

No, I'm not sexually
attracted to Vincent.

His father had concerns
as to your sexuality.

Did he? Did he have concerns?

'Cause I had concerns about him, too.

He was... he was punishing.

He oppressed Vincent at every turn.

Look, a big part of
my tutelage of Vincent

was bolstering his esteem.

You are off base and way out of line.

I don't think so.

You had knowledge of what was going on

with this young man's psyche.

You chose to conceal it.

You're facing a bit
of trouble, Mr. Miller.

It is serious, Dania.

- Let's face it: a bit damning.
- This is a writing exercise.

He said he was trying
to get in Vincent's head.

I understand.

Clearly, he has an ability to do so.

So why not share that insight with us?

Some of this, as I understand it,

is drawing from Vincent's actual words.

Admissions.

Just explain to me how
you chose to sit on that.

How do you reconcile that with
claiming to care about him?

You spoke of how vulnerable

you know Vincent to be, and yet...

I just found out about this.

But you sat on it.

You didn't tell his parents.

You didn't tell us.

Actually...

Actually what?

Actually what, Dania?

How many times do I need to say this?

I have no actual knowledge
as to what happened here.

"I have been gone for a long time.

- You made me disappear."
- I conjured that.

"I suggest you stop looking
because you will not find me."

I want a lawyer. I want a lawyer.

It appears you need one.

Avi.

We are not done here.

Now.

Dania, please, tell Detective Avraham

what you just told me.

Which part?

The part that caused me to say,

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

That part.

Well... she had asked if...

she asked how I could just
sit on what I know, this here.

And I told her I didn't
completely sit on it.

I couldn't sleep last night
because it was weighing on me.

So I made copies, put
them in an envelope,

and slipped them under the Contes' door.

When exactly did you do this?

It was around 3:00 a.m.

Last night?

Yes.

The letters purportedly from Vincent.

You slid them under the Contes' door.

Yes.

Dania, what would compel you to do this?

Well, she's my friend.

Or she was my friend.

This is her worst nightmare.

And all I've done is make
things harder for her.

But why the letters?

Well, I didn't know what else to do.

Zack wanted to keep the
letters to ourselves.

But what if something in here
could lead Nora to her son?

Slipping the letters under the door

seemed like the best option.

Does your husband know you did this?

No.

Dania, is there anything
else you haven't told us?

Because now would very much be the time.

Mm-hmm. There's more.

I think Zack knew that
I had kissed Vincent.

I... I asked...

I accused him of knowing,
and he didn't deny it.

He knew.

Are you suggesting Zack might have

retaliated against Vincent?

No.

No, I'm not suggesting anything.

All I can suggest at the moment is,

I don't know my husband anymore.

This is fucked up.

So if I'm following,

Nora and Leonard got these letters

supposedly written by their son.

And, what, they've done nothing?

They haven't called it in?

It means they know he's dead.

We can't jump to that.

Yes, we can.

The parents get information
that may help in our search.

They choose not to reveal it.

That tells me they know
our search to be futile.

They know he's dead.

That's a lot of assuming.

Tell me what you think.

- Are the Millers still here?
- In lockup.

- We're holding them.
- On what grounds?

On whatever.

We can't have them
tipping off the Contes

that we know that they
know of those letters.

How do we play this?

Come with me.

Hello?

Hey, Nora. Dania.

Any news?

No.

How are you holding up?

How's Leonard?

Leonard is out of town
on business for the day.

We're all holding up best we can.

Is there something I can do for you?

Nora, I know you got
the letters from Vincent.

I slid them under your door.

I'm so sorry.

But the thing is, evidently,

Zack has been in touch with Vincent.

And... and possibly still is.

Zack isn't telling me much,

but I sense he knows something.

And I just couldn't bear it any longer.

So that's why I slid them to you.

Nora? Can you... Are you there?

I'm here.

Well, should I give them to the police?

Can you hear me?

Vincent didn't write those letters.

What do you mean?

I mean I know my son's writing.

He certainly didn't write them.

Now we wait. If she
doesn't report the call

or the letters, that tells us something.

Put her back in lockup.

Why?

Because you obstructed
our investigation, Dania.

You okay?

How long's it been?

Almost 30 minutes.

It's possible she's trying
to track down her husband,

get his opinion before she...

Avi, she's guilty.

Of what exactly, maybe we don't know.

But she's guilty.

Go pick her up.

Arrest her?

We don't have enough for that.

Just pick her up.

I didn't report any threat.

And I would certainly know if I did.

Uh, well, somebody, uh, made the call,

a Sarah Sowinsky.

Uh, Sarah?

Hi.

I told you about it. I... I showed you.

Yes, you did not tell
me you called it in.

Well I just... I thought that...

You showed her what?

Um... well, I just... I thought...

You said you showed
her. Showed her what?

Um, well, when I came in this
morning to unlock, I, um...

I found this taped to the window.

And it wouldn't occur
to you to report this?

It's probably just a prank.

Hm. That or a credible threat.

Which side do you wanna err on?

Yeah, what do you expect me to do?

Shut down every time somebody
tapes a drawing to my window?

It's a drawing of a bomb, ma'am.

Well, if you're looking for suspects...

- Yeah.
- I can give you two.

- Okay.
- First, my landlord,

who is dying for me to break my lease

so he can double my rent.

And then walk two blocks
down to the new day care

that just opened, 'cause
they're also dying,

in this case, to steal my clients.

So there is no bomb.

Just two groups of
vicious, greedy people

doing what vicious, greedy people do.

- Yeah, I'm not entirely s...
- No, and to be honest,

you being here right
now... no offense...

but you look, smell,
and ooze police officer,

which is not a good vibe for a day care

when I am in the
business of selling happy.

And I'm in the business
of serving and protecting

this community, of which you
and these children are a part.

And I'm just saying that
you're not doing that

if you are helping to close my doors.

Do you know why you're here?

Nora?

Do you know why you're here?

I'm guessing you have new
information on the case.

Yes, there have been some developments.

We received letters
ostensibly written by Vincent.

They were not written by him.

As I told Dania Miller when she called,

that was not Vincent's writing style.

The point is, you received
them and didn't tell us.

We didn't tell you because
we didn't trust you.

We knew you'd just accuse us
of hiding them or forging them

or whatever you needed to
say to make us look guilty.

You also hid the fact
that Dania believed

Zack might be in touch with Vincent.

Why would you not report that to us?

Because I didn't believe Dania.

Quite frankly, I don't believe
a word she says about anything.

Dania Miller is a sick person.

She... she kissed Vincent.
She's a sexual predator.

For all I know, she wrote those letters.

I... I still don't understand
why you haven't arrested her.

We've been intently
looking for your son.

I go to sleep with Vincent in my head.

And I wake up with him in the morning.

You get a phone call from someone

who tells you your husband
might know where Vincent is.

And you don't take it seriously.

I don't believe that
a mother gets that call

and doesn't take it to her core.

What mother would give up
even the slightest chance

that it could be possible?

You and I sat together in his room.

I held your hand.

The reason you didn't call
us with this new information:

you know what happened to Vincent.

It's not too late to tell me.

Vincent left for school Tuesday morning,

and he never came back.

I don't know what happened.

From the start, I've never
seen hope in your eyes.

Only grief, despair, resignation.

This is Vincent's class schedule.

I took it off his desk, you'll remember.

According to the schedule for Tuesday,

Vincent should have started the day

with two hours of calculus,
followed by an hour of PE,

an hour of sociology,
and an hour of literature.

This is a list of the books

that were found in Vincent's bag.

A civics book, a copy of
"Antigone," a geology text.

No calculus book.

It seems he packed the wrong books.

Geology, "Antigone"?

Those were classes from last semester.

I suppose he didn't
have any real intention

of going to school that day.

And if he was running away,
best to take his geology text?

Why take any schoolbooks?

Someone other than
Vincent packed that bag.

Someone who didn't know his schedule.

Was it you?

No.

Was it your husband?

This is your son.

This is also your last chance.

I don't know what happened.

He... he left, I thought, for school.

And he never came back.

We found Vincent's body.

What the fuck?

I would be sorry to have to
inform you that he is dead.

But you already know this.

If there are mitigating
circumstances, Nora,

now would be the time.

I don't know. I don't
know what happened.

When your husband lands at La Guardia,

he'll be arrested.

He'll then be told that you informed us

as to what happened.

He will then likely give us his version,

one I suspect puts him in
the most favorable light.

You have a daughter.

Your best hope at getting
to continue to be her mother

is to get your version out first.

We know they argued

when Leonard came
back early from dinner.

The neighbors heard it.

What was that argument about?

Leon...

Leonard came home.

And, uh...

He walked in on...

on Vincent and Olivia.

Vincent was in her room...

gratifying himself.

Leonard saw it. He...

he walked in, and he saw him.

He lost it. He just... he lost control.

No!

And then I came home, and...

and he was dead already.

He was lying there on the floor

with his eyes open, but he...

there was nothing there. He...

And what did you do?

I hugged him.

I hugged him.

I just went down on the
floor, and I hugged him.

And Leonard...

Leonard was convinced
that he'd go to jail

and that they would
take Olivia away from us.

So we decided to make it seem like...

like he ran away, he was...

And the body?

Leonard took him out in
the middle of the night.

Took him out how?

But if you... you...

you found him, you knew, obviously.

The large suitcase.

... river. We now take you

to our onsite reporter with
an update from the scene.

Tragic news out of Brooklyn

in the disappearance
of minor Vincent Conte,

whose body was retrieved

this evening from the
bottom of the East River.

The grisly discovery made by NYPD

after the parents of
the victim confessed

to the accidental killing of their son,

then disposing of the body.

Officials

at the Environmental
Protection Agency...

... determine how much and
just what kind of metal...

I need a beer.

I don't have any.

Well, then we have to go to a bar.

Okay.

And the sister maintains
that nothing happened.

The psychologist thinks she's
either protecting Vincent,

or, more likely, she's blocking it out.

You okay?

I felt I knew him.

That's... not the boy I knew.

Professionally speaking, Avi,
today was a really good day.

You broke the case.

I misread everything.

No.

You misread her.

Everything else, you were spot on.

I mean, the father, that
it happened in the building.

But you did misread her.

Is the point of this
beer to critique me?

Would you like me to?

Yes.

Okay, well, as I said,

gold star for breaking the case.

Um, your drawings turned out
to be more accurate than not.

But?

You... you lost your way some.

You believed in her
a little bit too hard.

You got to the truth, due
in part to your compass,

but also in spite of it.

I mean, it's a truth
that's devastated you,

not just because Vincent's dead,

but because this woman you
desperately wanted to be innocent

turned out not to be.

I think it should be
me who learns from you.

Maybe we learn from each other.

- L'chaim.
- L'chaim.

Oh, I know. You're okay.

Yeah.

I suppose you've come to apologize.

For?

For... for everything.

My innocence, to start with.

And you know what?

For being right about
everything that I wrote,

which was excellent writing, by the way,

so much so that I caused my own wife

to believe every word of it,

which occasioned her to give
my materials to the Contes,

which occasioned you to lay
a trap and solve the case.

For all your investigating,
it was the power of my writing

that actually led to the break.

Perhaps, in addition to an apology,

I should offer my gratitude.

You are a...

an arrogant man in sheep's
clothing is what you are.

That would not be the
metaphor I'd expect

from an excellent writer.

You know what I'm working on now?

- What?
- A poem.

It's going to be called "And
He Walked Away with Dignity."

Which is what I'm going to do right now.

I'm going to walk away from you.

Come on, Luke.

Let's go play on the swings,

away from this nasty man, okay?

Yeah.

Heard they made bail, Leonard and Nora.

I saw it on the news.

Guess I'm getting my neighbors back.

For now.

How are you and Zack doing?

Oh...

That well, huh?

Still don't feel like I know who he is.

Not completely.

Of course, I'm having
trouble trusting myself

to trust or know anybody.

But I guess that can
happen when the world shifts

too much beneath your feet.

It can.

I'll tell you this, though.

While I can't claim to truly
have known Vincent Conte,

I sensed him, and I felt
him through and through.

And what they're saying
about him and his sister?

Not a fucking chance.

It was not within that boy to do

what he's being accused of.

Leonard saw it.

He walked in on Vincent and Olivia.

Not a fucking chance.

I need to speak to your daughter.

Why?

It would be helpful
to the investigation.

Well, I would need to be present.

The psychologists think she's
either protecting Vincent...

No!

Or, more likely, she's blocking it out.

What's going on?

I came to brief you on
some closing details.

We also have a few follow-up questions.

Are you kidding me? I'm
represented by counsel.

It's just to fill you
in on a few things.

Olivia, why don't you go
to your room for a second,

Okay, hon?

Actually, it's fine that she hears.

It's probably best, even.

First, I again want
to convey my sympathies

for these very difficult
circumstances to lose a child,

to discover that your
child had been inappropriate

- with his sibling.
- Yeah, what are these closing details, please?

Mainly that our
discovery was inaccurate.

The discovery that Vincent was
inappropriate with his sibling?

He wasn't.

What the hell are you talking about?

- I saw it.
- Yes.

We have your word that you saw it.

Are you able to reconcile
who you knew Vincent to be

just with your husband's word?

What's going on?

I'm told we still have yet

to get your word on this, Olivia.

You are out of line.

What's going on?

Perhaps you've blocked out the memory,

as the psychologists suggest.

You need to get the
hell out of this house

- right now.
- What is going on?

Our daughter's been traumatized enough.

Yes. My question is by who.

What is happening here?

Your husband didn't walk
in on your son with Olivia.

Your son walked in on your husband.

- That is a fuckin' lie.
- Is it?

Oh, my God.

Olivia. Stop.

Olivia, you tell me the truth.

Okay, tell me the truth.

Olivia, honey. It's okay.

Olivia, honey.

Tell me the truth.

Oh, my God.

It's a lie. It's fuckin' bullshit.

Where do you think you're going?

Fuck off. I'm calling
my lawyer right now.

Leonard. I wasn't quite finished.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to re-arrest you.

He's got a gun!

Leonard.

Nora, please take Olivia to
her room and stay there now.

This is not how you
want it to end, Leonard.

Well, what about this ending?
Do you like this ending?

- Drop that fuckin' gun!
- Do you like this ending?

- Let's stay calm.
- Drop the fuckin' gun!

- Let's stay calm!
- Shut up!

Nobody here wants anybody to die.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Avi...

You are not a homicidal person.

- Stop. Stop talking.
- We all know what happened with Vincent.

- You didn't mean to kill him.
- Just shut the fuck up.

It happened in an instant.

Leonard, drop the fucking gun.

- Shut up!
- Avi.

He initiated the confrontation.

- I said shut up!
- There's no malice in your heart.

You're not gonna fuckin'
talk me down with clever.

- You okay?
- That is not the way, Avi.

Taking on armed suspects like that.

It is not sustainable.

I damn near killed the guy.

We're all fine.

I'm sorry.

Please just go.

Let's give them a
little longer together.

She knew.

Nora knew.

At some level, she knew. Yes.

Can we just get five more minutes?

Dad?

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