All language subtitles for Full.Circle.2023.S01E03.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

-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.

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?

What if Louis ain't want me
to see Jared's body...

'cause there wasn't any Jared's body.