All language subtitles for FBI Most Wanted. S03E07. Gladiator

Thanks for coming.

All right, birthday girl.
One more drink.

I actually need to go home,
Becca.

- My kids...
- Are at a sleepover.

And Sonny's game
is still going at the Garden.

I know... if I leave now,

I'll be able to catch
the last few minutes on TV.

That's why God created
"SportsCenter" for, babe.

Come on.

Morty's is, like,
half a block away.

I'm really not in the mood.

Did you forget to read
your own "Vogue" cover?

35 is the new 25.

I know.

Yeah, apparently.

Home, Mrs. Langer?

Can you hold your horses?
One drink.

It's never one drink with you.

We had Bellinis at the house

then had two bottles
of red at dinner.

Exactly.

So now it is time
for espresso martinis.

What're you gonna do,

go home to that big,
empty house all alone?

- You're relentless.
- Yes.

I knew you'd come around.

Morty's, Ernie.

Lasagna's awesome, mom.

It's nice to finally have
a home-cooked meal.

What are you talking about?
I cook all the time.

Dad, spaghetti, burgers,
and hot dogs isn't cooking.

Sure it is.
All the major food groups.

You know what?
Let's say a blessing.

- We don't do that anymore.
- Why?

I know, maybe we should,
you know.

For old time's sake.

Good idea.

Come on, come on. Let's do it.

God is great. God is good.

All: Let us thank him
for this food.

Amen.

Oh, hang on. I have a PS.

Dad, you can't PS a blessing...

Come on. Just humor me.

Thank you also for this family

and for this time
to be together.

- Amen.
- Amen.

So you think God can give me

notes on my college essay?
It's due next week.

- There we go.
- Oh, my...

It's going to be great,
and I can't wait to read it.

Seriously, though, I need help.

You don't need help.

I know you don't need help.

Here's good. Thanks.

You need help getting inside?
Mrs. Langer?

I'm a pro in heels.
Have a good night.

Good night.

Hello?

Is someone there?

Hello?

Hello? Mrs. Esme?

I'm here.

Wow.

Our victim
is Sonny Langer's wife.

She's a successful businesswoman

who made "Fortune's"
"40 Under 40" last year,

but Sonny Langer's wife. Sure.

Her name's Esme Langer.

Supermodel
turned lifestyle guru,

murdered last night
after dinner with friends

to celebrate her 35th birthday.

So media pressure
makes this our case?

PD asked for all hands on.
So did Isobel.

Murder of a celebrity
is front-page news.

When that celebrity's
married to a basketball star?

It's a national event.

Looks like the scuffle
started in the bedroom.

And ended up behind the couch,

where she was stabbed multiple
times through the neck.

- That's, uh...
- Yeah.

- She was decapitated.
- Nearly.

The housekeeper
found the body this morning

and accidentally
finished the job.

Detective Lee, Greenwich PD.
We appreciate the help.

Any prints?

Only partials.
No murder weapon either.

Seems odd for a crime scene
this messy.

A bit.

But also consistent
with a possible robbery.

Woman catches
a robber mid-theft,

the guy freaks out, kills her,

wipes his prints, and then runs.

What'd they steal?

According to the housekeeper,
most of Sonny's career.

Framed jerseys, game balls,
trophies, his MVP rings.

These memorabilia must
be worth a fortune.

And must be insured.

Let's check with
the homeowners' carrier,

see if they have photographs
of anything that was taken.

- Anything else missing?
- Not that we can tell.

Looks like our killer
tampered with the bedroom safe

but couldn't get it open.

What you thinking?

Just a sequined party dress
and $800 heels?

Esme was a fashion icon.

Why wasn't she wearing
any jewelry?

Killer could have
taken that too.

Might need to ask the husband.

Apparently, he stayed
in the city last night

in his suite at the Ritz.

Kids were at a sleepover
while Mom went out.

- Sonny has an alibi.
- Who?

Me and 20,000 other Knicks fans.

He had a game
at the Garden last night.

- You were there?
- No, I watched it on TV.

I've been following Sonny

since he got drafted
by the Clippers out of Hudson.

Three years in LA,
six years with the Knicks

before he retired
four years ago.

He decided he wanted
to play again.

Last night was
his third game back.

If the kids were at a sleepover,

that means the last person
to see Esme alive

was the limo driver.
Let's check into him.

Let's see if we can tap
into Esme's cell phone.

If Sonny's guilty,
he's gonna lawyer up.

Probably.

That's why you and I
are heading to the hotel

before the circus comes to town.

So you and your agent,
Mr. Styles here...

Call me Bronson, please.

Went straight to dinner
right after the game.

Can anyone confirm that?

100 cameras at Cipriani,
probably.

And you drove back here
to the hotel?

I, uh...

I don't drive on game nights.

We took the team bus to dinner,

and I walked back here
with Bronson.

And you never left the hotel
after returning to your suite?

The fire alarm went off
in the middle of the night.

I went downstairs for that,
then back to bed.

On a Tuesday, Sonny can't
walk down the street

without getting recognized.

But during this comeback?

If he'd left the hotel,
"TMZ" would've followed.

Mr. Langer, did you make
any phone calls last night?

I, uh, I called Bronson
a little before midnight.

Anyone else?

I, uh, called Esme

to say goodnight,
but she was already, uh...

What, y'all think I did this?

You think I took my children's
mother away from them?

My family is my world.
I would never hurt them.

I need to ask
if your wife wore any jewelry.

Her wedding ring.

She never took it off,
not even for Pilates.

- Why?
- It seems to be missing.

Along with a few other items.

I don't care about any of that.

Just please find her ring.

I got a 10-year-old daughter.
She gonna want it someday.

A piece of her mom.

- Daddy!
- Daddy!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Oh, this side, this side.
My arm.

How you guys doing?

You all right? Look at me.

Everybody's gonna be okay,
all right?

All right,
keep your head up, buddy.

- Okay.
- We got this.

Did you have a prior working
relationship with Mrs. Langer?

Had I driven her before? No.

But you know how every couple
gets a celebrity hall pass?

- Esme was yours?
- She was my wife's.

Sorry about that.
How can I help you?

We need to confirm
a drop off from last night.

Esme Langer?

Looks like she was dropped off

at her home address
in Greenwich at 12:14 a.m.

Did you notice anything
strange about Esme last night?

She was cool.
Her friend was a freak.

How so?

She was obsessed
with Esme or something.

Kept pressuring her
to keep partying,

wouldn't take no for an answer.

Mrs. Langer was pretty drunk
when I dropped her off.

Wasn't my business to comment

but, you know,
just something I noticed.

Sure, I can be
a little extra sometimes,

but I just... I wanted
to cheer Esme up,

help her let loose a little.

Oh, my God.

Crying on your birthday
really is bad luck.

Were she and Sonny
having problems?

No way.

They were having this, like,
second honeymoon phase.

When we got to her house,

it looked like
a frickin' florist's.

And she wasn't upset
not to have him there?

She knew better than anybody

that birthdays
happen every year,

but Sonny's big comeback?

That's once in a lifetime.

Why wasn't she at his game?

Oh, she stopped going
to his games before he retired.

It's that stupid
Kate Upton curse.

So you're saying fans were
blaming Esme for Sonny's slump?

For his slump,
for his retirement,

every time he missed a layup.

Sonny felt terrible about it,
but Esme, she was such a sport.

She said that the seats
in their home theater

were comfier
than courtside anyway.

And what upset her last night?

She'd gotten
into this confrontation

in the carpool line
yesterday morning.

This creep was
taking pictures of her.

Doesn't paparazzi kinda
come with the territory?

Yeah, but this was different.

It wasn't the first time
this guy had harassed her.

And then he showed up
at her kid's school,

and she was so freaked.

Esme has a stalker.

She confronted him
yesterday morning.

Her friend says
that she filmed it.

Hana's looking into it. Ortiz?

Cipriani maître d'
and hotel cameras

both confirm
what Sonny's agent told you.

Sonny finished dinner
at 11:21 p.m.

and took the elevator up to
his room seven minutes later,

where he stayed until 2:02 a.m.
when the fire alarm went off.

To the delight of every
hotel guest with an iPhone.

He and Esme own six cars.

All of which were accounted for
at their Greenwich home.

His statements are clean.
No Ubers, no drivers.

The only calls he made
were to his agent

and Esme, just like he said.

And the ME put
Esme's time of death

between 12:30 and 1:00.

So we're ruling Sonny out?

At least for now.

- All right.
- Okay.

The whole point of stealing
a sports star's memorabilia

is to sell it, right?

Well, with all the coverage
the case is getting,

the window to do that
is closing fast.

All right.
Let's look into pawn shops.

I found this on Esme's iCloud.

It was timestamped
from the morning of the murder.

How does it feel to be hunted?

Huh? Do you like it?

Show up
at my kids' school again,

and I'm calling the police.

This goes on
for another 30 seconds,

give or take a few F-bombs.

Can you isolate his face?

Well, he never turned around,
but I did get this...

It's a frontal shot, at least.

His camera's in the way.
Won't work for facial rec.

Isobel, the kids
are doing just fine.

I am not here to babysit.
Just checking in.

There's a lot of eyes
on this manhunt.

We're getting pressure
to do this right,

and speed has also
been emphasized.

A presser would help with that.

Well, OPCA is not going
to approve a reward.

I'm not sure we'd need one.

Esme has 8.3 million
social media followers

who want to help bring
her killer to justice for free.

We just need to ID that face.
Or partial face.

No other suspects?

He's the closest thing we have.

And without facial rec,
public interest

is our only hope of IDing him.

So this stalker isn't
a formal suspect?

Nope.

But whoever killed Esme knew
when she'd be home last night.

And that she'd be alone.

You sure you want to go public

with a person of interest?

Yeah. I'm sure.

A person of interest
wanted for questioning

in the murder of Esme Langer.

This subject is a white male,

approximately 6 feet tall,
180 pounds,

wearing dark pants
and a denim jacket.

He has been seen
more than once in the vicinity

of Saint Michael's Day School
in Greenwich.

Mike Short. S-H-O-R-T.

He's taller, though. Maybe 6'3"?

I'm telling you, it's him...

This individual is a person
of interest who we believe

may have pertinent information
to a crime.

Our investigation
is running around the clock

and we will cont...

What are you doing?

It's you, isn't it?

You only own
one ugly-ass jacket.

Hang up the phone.

Hey, Mike.

Hey, what the... no! No!

Why did you that? Why?

Hey, Barnes.

I think I got something
on the tip line.

It's you, isn't it?

You only own
one ugly-ass jacket.

- Hang up the phone.
- What the... no! No!

Caller ID's himself
as Aaron Roe.

Says Esme's stalker
is his roommate, Mike Short.

Yeah, he's got
a criminal record.

An arrest and conviction
for possession

of child pornography.

He's a registered
sex offender on parole.

Mr. Roe? Mr. Short?
This is the FBI.

We got a body
on the floor in here.

Kitchen's clear.

That's a suicide.

It's him. That's Esme's stalker.

When he caught Aaron
turning him in,

he knew he'd go down for being

too close
to an elementary school.

The only thing worse than death
for a pedophile

is the prospect of prison.

Hence the murder-suicide.

It's not your fault, Jess.

No jerseys or trophies,
but I got this.

Wedding ring.

Man came in this morning,
wanted 25 grand for it.

A cut like this is worth
more like a 100,000.

Tiffany's is across town.
Best I could do was 10k.

I can describe the guy.

That's great,
but we'll need a photo.

Surveillance cameras
are bad for business.

I'm not required to have any.

No, but you are required

to submit
sworn transaction statements

to the licensing authority
in Connecticut.

You're doing that,
though, right?

Every week.

Then you wouldn't mind
showing us

those statements, right?

- You got a warrant?
- We could get one.

I mean, let's just run this
serial number through NCIC.

I mean, I'm sure a law-abiding
citizen like Mr. Troglio here

wouldn't be purchasing
stolen property.

Well, would you look at that?

You want talk about it?

No.

How's your daughter?
Ingrid, right?

- You really want to know?
- Yeah.

It's better than thinking
about what we just saw.

She's... she's really good,
actually.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

She's happy to be around
her brother and her dad again.

So it's nice feeling
like a family again.

But?

You know, I always thought
my ex and I were better apart,

but I got to admit, it's nice
having him to talk to again.

Just don't want to get
the kids' hopes up, you know?

So it's complicated.

Families always are.

Hey, Hana. What's up?

Our North American
pawn tour was a success.

Esme's wedding ring was sold.

We ran facial rec on the seller,

and his name's Douglas Jones.

Sending you his photo
and his last known now.

Douglas Jones.

He lives in Darien.
You want PD dispatched?

Yeah, request units,

but tell 'em
to sit a block over.

With the attention
this case has gotten,

he's going to be on high alert.

Uniforms might spook him.

FBI. Stop!

I'm heading out the back.

He's heading east.

- That's him.
- What I do?

You're gonna have
a life sentence

to figure it out in prison.

A life sentence for what?

What do you think?

- I didn't kill that lady.
- You severed her head.

I didn't. Last night, okay?

I get a call to take a knife

and a bunch of basketball stuff

out of this big house
in Greenwich.

Told me to wipe down
the door handles

and take the diamond ring off
the woman's finger as payment.

I didn't kill anybody.
I'm just a cleaner... a fixer.

A fixer for who?

Look, man, you can give us
a name in the next two seconds,

or you can go away
for grand theft and murder.

And not in that order.

I want a lawyer.

We have got a murder suspect

in possession
of a murder weapon.

Doug had no idea we tracked
him down through Esme's ring.

Invoking that puts him
at the scene of the crime.

The only people who do that
are the innocent.

Or the stupid.

In 20 years,
I have never worked a case

with this much public interest.

We've gotta get the press off
our backs

before this thing
spins out of control.

They know we've got
a guy in custody,

and OPCA
is ready to release a name.

We can't. Not until we're sure.

Is this about Aaron Roe
and Mike Short?

Jess, you made the best call
you could

with the information you had.

That's the job.

Their deaths aren't on you.

Just give me and my team
a few more days.

I know murderers.

Something's telling me
that Doug isn't one.

24 hours.

And then I'm holding
a press conference

announcing Doug Jones
as the FBI's primary suspect.

Let's say Doug's
telling the truth.

That someone paid him

to clean up
the scene of Esme's murder?

Yes... it'd have to be
someone with connections,

someone in the know enough
to have a fixer.

Is there anything
in the phone record?

He didn't make or receive
any calls

on the night of the murder
except for this one,

at 12:32 a.m.

It's unlisted, but I traced it
to a T2 Enterprises.

It's a shell company,
so the trail goes cold.

You know, anybody who doubted
his comeback,

he proved 'em wrong.

Scored 28 points
in the final quarter.

So Sonny played
till the buzzer sounded

on an injured shoulder?

Well, his body had been
on ice for four years.

But during the game,
Sonny didn't hurt his shoulder?

No.

Then how'd he get injured?

You able to find
Esme's sister yet?

Yeah, she's in White Plains.
Her name's Mindy.

Let's see if she knows anything.

Just watch the movie, guys,
and I'll be right out here.

Let me know
if you need anything.

Sorry.

Sonny asked me to keep the kids
here until the press dies down.

They don't like letting me
out of their sight.

We understand.

Can you tell us
about Esme and Sonny?

Their marriage had
its ups and downs.

More downs than ups,
especially after Sonny retired.

That's right
when your sister's career

really kicked off.

Was Sonny ever jealous?

I don't know.

He'd gone inward
the last few years,

spending less time at home,
more nights in the city.

Esme said when she'd pressed
him about it, he lashed out.

Physically?

He never hit her,

but he developed a temper.

Developed. So this was new?

They have this saying
in pro ball,

"Every athlete dies twice.

"Once when he takes
his last breath,

and once when he retires."

So was Esme hopeful
their marriage would improve

when he returned to basketball?

It already did.

The day he started training
for his comeback last summer?

Esme christened it
their new anniversary date.

- So Sonny was a new man?
- Completely.

Every day was
a new bouquet of roses

or piece of jewelry.

Esme didn't wear any of it,
of course, but still...

What do you mean?

She stopped wearing
jewelry years ago.

- Even her wedding ring?
- Especially that.

Kim Kardashian was a friend.

Her Paris robbery
gave Esme a wake-up call.

She started keeping all her
jewelry in her bedroom safe.

Hana just spoke with Becca.

She confirmed that Esme was not

wearing her wedding ring
the night of her birthday.

Then how did Doug steal
the wedding ring off her finger

a few hours later?

Someone put it there
for him to find.

Just because Sonny has access
to the safe

doesn't mean he killed Esme.

When we spoke, Sonny said
Esme wore her ring every day.

Why would he lie about that?

Why force us to track down
a ring

that he knew Esme never wore?

Maybe he was framing Doug.

Okay, so he kills her,
calls Doug to clean the scene

making it look like a robbery.

Tells him to take
the ring as payment

knowing that he'd pawn it
and we would track it down.

Is that what you're saying?

I reviewed the security
footage myself.

Sonny didn't leave the hotel
after 11:28 that night.

Hang on a second.

Ritz-Carlton,
how may I help you?

Yes, hello.

I'm calling on behalf
of Alixe Al Swaidi.

She's a frequent guest of
your Imperial Suite in Paris.

She'll be stateside shortly,
and her security detail

needs to confirm that you have
a Streisand entrance

at your location for privacy.

Yes, of course.

And there are no cameras
at that exit.

Is that correct?

Well, I'm really not
supposed to say.

Can I take that as a yes?

Discretion for our VIPs
is paramount.

Thank you.
I'll let Ms. Al Swaidi know.

Streisand entrance?

Yeah, you live in Miami
long enough,

you pick up the lingo.

The point is...

Sonny could've come and gone
through that exit

any time of the night,
undetected.

That's right.

But does the timeline work?

Well, he would've had
to break some traffic laws,

but feasibly, yeah.

He could've gone to Connecticut
to kill Esme

and then gotten back
to his hotel by 2:00 a.m.,

which is when
the fire alarm went off.

The fire alarm wasn't a fluke.

Sonny pulled it.
He's building an alibi.

Jess, are we sure?

What if we're wrong?

Truffle fries, your favorite.

Try one.

Nah, man. I can't.

You need to keep
your strength up.

Hey, man, stop.

Can you stop managing me
for one minute?

Are you my agent
or are you my friend?

I'm both.

Sonny.

Look at me.

Do you understand?
I'm just trying to help you.

"Help" me?

Help me? You trying to help me?

You made that promise already.

- But you lied.
- I can't breathe.

- You lied.
- Sonny, please...

Remember?
You said you would help me?

Esme dead. She gone.

Copy that, sir.

What happened?

Room service came to pick up
a tray a half-hour ago.

Found him strangled to death.

And Sonny Langer?

There's no sign of him
in here or on surveillance.

Okay. Thank you, Detective.

This doesn't make sense.

Sonny didn't know
we were onto him.

If he thought he got away
with killing Esme...

Then why kill Bronson and flee?

Jess wants us back.
Kristin found something.

Street camera
a block from the Ritz

picked up Sonny leaving

in Bronson's G-Wagon
45 minutes ago.

Plates are logged and PD's
ready to go,

but we need to know
which direction to point them.

Kristin, you want to show them?

Yeah, so last week,

Sonny filmed an exclusive
interview with Meryl Marks.

It was set to air straight
after his first game back,

but it was preempted
by the hurricane coverage.

You know, you shocked
a lot of people

when you retired
with no explanation.

Do you feel like you
owe your fans one now?

Meryl, I'm an athlete.

And people sometimes
think you're invincible.

But I'm human. Humans suffer.

And I know I did
when I was retired.

Headaches, memory loss,
mood swings,

difficulty concentrating,
you name it.

- Are you talking about CTE?
- Yes.

I got my first concussion
in high school.

Three in college and who knows
how many in the pros.

They compound.

If your brain hasn't healed

before that next hit...

That's me
a month before I retired.

You know, the public has
never heard of any of this.

That's because I thought bravery

meant hiding your weaknesses.

Now I know that if
you ask for help,

that's the bravest thing
a person can do.

So, are you talking therapy?
Medication?

Yes, and something
called CHEVAL.

It's a rotating chair
that's designed

to forge new neural pathways
in your brain, and it works.

So you're saying,
this new medical device

actually improved your symptoms?

The old Sonny,
he loved playing basketball.

He loved life.
He loved his family.

For the first time
that I can remember,

I feel like him again.

CTE can't be diagnosed
for sure without an autopsy,

but if he really has it,
this changes everything.

What are you, an expert?

I used to be a boxer.

You have to educate yourself
on traumatic brain injury

when you're getting hit
in the head every weekend.

My point is,
with post-concussive syndrome,

Sonny might not have control
of his own brain.

He may have killed Esme
in a fit of rage,

not some premeditated plan.

That would explain
his genuine show of grief

when we spoke to him.

Looks like CHEVAL is patented
by a medical manufacturer

called Essedarius.

The machine works by activating

the vestibular system
with peripheral stimulus.

Other people say there's
no proof that it works at all.

It's not FDA approved.

Guess who sat
on Essedarius' board?

Bronson Styles... Sonny's agent.

So Bronson convinced Sonny
that Essedarius

could cure him of CTE.

He probably talked him
into making his comeback too.

Bronson didn't seem to care.

As Sonny's agent
and as a board member,

he stood to make millions.

So knowing Sonny's
mental deficits,

Bronson tells Sonny he's cured.

And Sonny believes him.

Thinks it's safe
to finally return to his family

without the risk
of harming them.

And it's only when he kills Esme

that he realizes
Bronson duped him.

He kills him for it.

Who else is
on Essedarius' board?

Its founder is Nash Toledo,

the billionaire entrepreneur
from Brooklyn.

A billionaire
with a few shell companies?

T2 Enterprises.

The shell corp that called
Doug Jones

the night of Esme's murder.

Any calls from Bronson to Nash

the night of the murder?

Yep... three minutes
before Nash called Doug.

Nash and Bronson
covered up Esme's murder

to protect their company.
Bronson is dead.

That would suggest
that Nash could be next.

Yeah, logically, it tracks,

but Sonny's brain
isn't operating logically.

It's the people closest to him

that are flipping him
into a rage.

Right? It's his wife.
It's Bronson.

My gut says his next move
involves his kids.

Then let's trust your gut.
I'll go with you.

I want everyone else
to Nash's place, bases covered.

Let's move.

My technology saved Sonny.

He should be sending me flowers.

Have you talked
to Sonny recently?

I don't liaise with talent.

How about his agent,
Bronson Styles?

He sits on the board
for Essedarius.

I can barely keep track
of my business partners,

much less every board member.

There's only so many hours
in the day.

It's extraordinarily
difficult to manage...

Yeah, I don't know how you
summon up the willpower

to just keep on going.

Ballpark it.

Bronson and I talk
about every month or so.

It's been at least that long
since we spoke.

As I said, busy...

Aside from the call
that Bronson made to you

at 12:29 a.m. on the night
of Esme Langer's murder, right?

And how about the call
you made to Doug Jones

three minutes later?

Not ideal for business
when your star spokesman

goes on a killing spree

24 hours before your product
is set to launch, is it?

Sonny is sick.

Your so-called technology
didn't help him.

You just used him to line
your pockets.

And you helped
cover up the crime.

That's accessory
after the fact to murder.

Take your hands off me.

Put your hands behind your back.

I can't imagine billionaires
fare well in prison,

but do keep us posted.

Let's go.

Agent LaCroix. What's going on?

We believe Sonny
murdered your sister.

What?

We need to get you
and the kids to a safe place.

He killed his agent tonight,

and we think
he's coming here next.

- He already did.
- When?

15 minutes ago.
He seemed normal.

Everything seemed fine.

Mindy, where are the kids?

He took them with him.

He's not at Nash's.

He's not at the hotel
or the Greenwich house.

If he was gonna hurt the kids,

I doubt
he'd bring 'em back here.

Oh, my God.
You think he'd do that?

We need you to focus.

Did he say why he was taking
Haley and Frankie?

He said they were
going to have some fun.

To get their minds off
of things.

Listen. You gotta think.

All he said was,
"We're going to the city

to have some fun."

Could you get me
your phone, please?

I took you here once. Remember?

- With Mommy?
- That's right. With Mommy.

Why are we even going this way?

Oh, it's bigtime now, baby girl.

This is the superstar entrance.

Wait, y'all hear that?

I don't hear anything.

That's right. No press, no fans.

Just you.

Mindy, this isn't a good time...

Sonny, this is Jess LaCroix
with the FBI.

Leave me alone.

Sonny, wait, please hear us out.

It's about your kids.

You guys go up ahead, okay?
I'll be right there.

Okay.

What do you want?

My name's Kristin.
We met at the Ritz.

Do you remember me?

I think so.

I don't, um... I don't...
The edges are all fuzzy.

That's all right, Sonny.
That's okay.

We just want to help you.

You can't.

I know a lot
of people have tried,

and I know a lot of people
have let you down.

I don't want to be
one of those people.

Sonny, I want you
to help me help you.

How?

By coming up
with a game plan, together.

- What... what game plan?
- I don't know, you tell me.

What do you want?
Where do you want to go?

What do you want, Sonny?

I want Esme back.

I loved her so much.

I want my kids to know
that I loved her.

I want them to know
that I'm sorry.

How sorry I am.
I want to be happy again.

We understand, Sonny.

Your career
robbed you of a life...

You're wrong.
Basketball gave me my life.

At the beginning,

it was the only place
that I ever felt happy.

Do it! Take the shot!

Go for it!

It gave me everything.

He's not going
to the Garden... he's going back

to the last place
he loved playing the game.

His college court at Hudson.

Okay. Where's that?

Check a left at the next light.

The FDR'll be faster.

Conference championship,
22 seconds left, down by two.

I think that's it.

Right? I'm out of options.
But what does Daddy always say?

Pressure is a privilege.

That's right.

Now, Donny and I

trained for this
every day in practice,

so he knows exactly
where I'ma be.

So he passes.
And that's when I get my shot.

Haley. What's wrong?

- Sonny...
- Come on. Come here.

Can we talk to you?

Stand down.
Everybody, stand down.

Stand down.

- Daddy, I'm scared.
- It's okay. It's okay.

- Why do you have a gun?
- It's okay.

It's okay. Everything's okay.

Sonny, why don't we try
to make this easy?

Why don't we let the kids go?

No.

It's okay, it's okay.
I gotta protect them.

I gotta protect them.

No one's gonna protect them.
No one protected me.

We know you want to keep
Haley and Frankie safe, Sonny.

We know.

The only way to do that
is to let them go.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

You can.
You did once before, right?

You knew you were sick,

you were afraid you'd hurt them.

So you protected them, right?
Protect them from pain.

Come on, they don't know that.

They ain't gonna believe me.

They will.

And if you let them go,

we'll make sure they do.
I promise.

Okay.

Hey, it's okay. It's okay.

- It's okay. Come here.
- No.

Come on, don't do that.
Come here.

You gotta let go.
You gotta let go.

- Daddy, no.
- I want to stay with you.

You'll always gonna be with me.

Right here.

You got that?

You got that? Always.

Now look, y'all see that
nice young lady over there?

You gonna run to her, okay?

I know y'all like to run with me

in the backyard
when I'm practicing, right?

Just pretend like
you're running with me

in the backyard, okay?

I need you to remember
that Daddy loves you.

Daddy loves you so much.

Daddy's always gonna love you.

Okay?

Come on.

Okay. All right, let's go. Okay.

Yes, sweetie, okay. I got 'em.

Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, Sonny, don't you dare.

You don't want to do that,
just like you didn't

want to hurt Esme, right?

But I did. But I did.

I hurt her. I hurt her.

I hurt her.

I went home to surprise her.

I went home to surprise her.
She loved surprises.

But when I got home,
she wasn't there.

So I thought...

I thought...

My... my head hurt...

My head hurt from the game,
and I, um...

My mind was so mixed up.

I knew she'd been
celebrating her birthday.

I know she... I knew
she'd been celebrating.

And... and... and she had a knife,
I guess I forgot.

'Cause she says,

"Sonny,
what are you doing here?"

So I figured maybe
she has someone else.

I figured she had someone else.
She had a knife.

So I grabbed the knife.
She tried to take it from me.

My shoulder twisted,
and it hurt.

And it hurt. And it hurt.

And it hurt so bad.

And I got angry and I got
so angry, and I don't know why.

I don't know why.
Why did I do that?

Why did I get so mad?
Why did I get so angry?

You weren't in your
right mind, Sonny.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, Esme. I'm sorry.

She knows.

I promise she knows.

She knows you're sorry.

Bronson and Nash, they took
advantage of your sickness.

Of you.

My team just arrested Nash.

It's not justice for what
he did to you, not even close,

but Nash and Bronson will never
be able to put another athlete

through the agony
they've put you through.

Tell them to check my brain.

Sonny, no!

- Shots fired!
- No!

Oh, my God!

Anything?

No.

It's okay.

It's going to be okay.

Ingrid?

I'm home.

Hi.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, kiddo.

- Uh, hey, Kristin.
- Hey.

Um, this is my friend, Meredith.

- How are you?
- Nice to meet you.

Yeah.

So, uh, what are you doing?

- Oh, I was just...
- Oh, crap. I forgot.

I asked you to read
my essay tonight.

Yeah, but if it's not
a good time...

No, it is... let me get it,
and I'll meet you upstairs.

Sorry, Mom. My bad.
No, it's okay, kiddo.

It's nice to meet you.

And I'll see you later.