All language subtitles for FBI Most Wanted. S03E10. Incendiary

- Got your phone charger?
- Yeah.

- You got your phone?
- Yep.

I've been livegramming my trip
since we left the house.

Okay, so you'll text me as
soon as you get there, right?

Yes.

That's after you call
your grandma and your grandpa.

To make sure that they've arrived.

Dad, don't worry.

And then, you text me every day

and you FaceTime me every other day.

Yeah. I promise.

Hey.

You're gonna have an amazing time.

Can't wait for you to come back

and show me everything you learned.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Thanks for letting me go.

We ready?

You have your passport
and your boarding pass?

Yeah.

This way, sweetie.

You... you okay?

I will be.

If I retire, who's gonna
take care of you here?

Didn't your youngest
just have another baby?

Which is exactly why I'm never retiring.

It's more fun babysitting
you all than my grandkids.

At least you stay put
where I tell you to.

You let that guy have my seat.

He's a paying customer
just like you are, honey.

Well, at least he's a fish.
I've been drawing dead all day.

You want to play now,
or wait for blinds?

Table six. We got a fire.

And there's a bomber on the main floor.

Run! Everybody out!

Drop it!

Hands up! Put down the backpack!

Three hours ago,
New York resident Binh Dao

crossed state lines to attack
Mapleton Casino in Connecticut,

killing one security guard

and leaving behind two burn victims:

Lauren Williams, poker dealer,

and another guard who tried to stop him.

But he didn't try to conceal his face,

so we were able to get a quick ID.

Okay, thank you.

Okay. So I checked with TEDAC.

So far, Dao's bombing MO seems unique.

They haven't flagged
any similar signatures.

What type of bomb did he use?

It was a homemade device,
like a Molotov cocktail,

containing a crude version of napalm.

That's what burned the dealer
and the guard.

It's nasty stuff.
They call it liquid fire.

You put water on it, it just spreads.

You need to smother it to put it out.

We used napalm against
civilians in the Vietnam War.

The fugitive is Vietnamese.

It could be some sort of
terrorist angle at play.

Except he's Vietnamese-American.

He immigrated here in 1988,
when he was two,

with his single mom.

A few years later,
she married his stepdad,

Ken Weldon.

Our fugitive grew up here.

He's never been back to Vietnam.

He joined the marines after college

and did two tours in Afghanistan.

Left the marines a year ago,

moved back in
with his parents in Medford.

Personnel file shows he left the marines

under a general discharge,

not the usual honorable discharge.

Well, it's a general discharge

under honorable conditions,

so that could really mean anything.

Could mean even something as innocuous

as being too overweight for duty, so...

Between his stint in the marines

and the fact that
he immigrated from Vietnam,

the choice of napalm feels intentional,

maybe even political.

But why choose a casino as a target?

Well, that's a good question.

I just ran Binh's email address

and scraped through
his social media accounts.

Up until four months ago, he
was posting couple-y pictures

with this woman, Linda Pham.

She runs a Vietnamese
restaurant in Edison.

Well, four months ago?

I mean, Linda sounds like an ex
who might know where he is.

Ortiz, Barnes, head to Jersey
and talk to the ex.

Kristin and I will pay
Binh's mom and stepdad a visit.

Somehow I doubt it was a weight problem

that got this guy discharged
from the marines.

That from Tali?

Uh, yeah.

- She arrive safely?
- Yeah.

She's with her grandparents now.

They're heading to her dorm
to see her room,

so she seems happy.

She's gonna be fine, Jess.

Actually, she'll be better than fine.

She's gonna thrive.

Yeah. Thanks.

His room is right in here.

He went to work this morning all normal.

I'm so worried. Is my son safe?

Well, at the moment, our priority is

keeping the public safe
from him, actually.

Did he take his own car
to work this morning?

Yes.

We're gonna need
the make, model, and color.

Those are some pretty tight corners.

He learn that in the military?

No, I make his bed every day.

I like to keep things neat for him.

That's Thuy and Binh, right
when they came here in 1988.

- You guys were close?
- Very.

My son is a good boy.

He's been living with us
while he get back on his feet.

Does Binh have a computer?

We looked at it
right after you guys called,

just to see if there was anything.

- Can we see it, please?
- Sure.

Do you know where
your stepson might be headed?

He's my son.

I helped raise him
from when he was six years old.

- You all right?
- Ah.

But no. He's not at work and
he's not answering his phone.

Any idea why he would
attack Mapleton Casino?

No. We went there two, maybe three times

when he was a young boy.

You two enjoy gambling?

Mapleton is also a hotel.

Back then, it was a little
vacation we could afford.

We're not gamblers.
We're a family of marines.

You were in the service as well?

Yeah. Discipline is a virtue.

So people with addictions get
weeded out quickly, you know?

You mind telling us why Binh
left under general discharge?

- What happened?
- Nothing happened.

We taught Binh to do the best he can.

That's what he did.

I'm proud of him. Right, honey?

I'm proud of her too.

She works very, very hard
for every cent that she earns.

I'm a house cleaner.
I don't mind the work.

But after 25 years, I need back surgery.

The surgery was supposed
to be today, but...

The hospital postponed it.

They said they were backlogged
from COVID,

that they had to prioritize
more urgent procedures.

Do you recognize this woman?

She's a dealer at Mapleton.

Surveillance cams have

Binh heading straight towards her table.

No.

No. Never seen her before.

Seem off to you?

It's hard to tell.

Though it is strange
that Binh didn't have

any marine paraphernalia in his room

if they're so proud of their service.

Well, it could be self-hate,

Binh serving in the same military

that fought a war against his country.

He's ashamed, so he's lashing out.

Except he wasn't even alive
when that happened.

And why the casino?

Symbol of American excess?

I'll have Hana check his computer,

see if we can find some answers.

How long did you and Binh date?

About seven months.

We met on eHarmony. I have a little boy.

I don't have time
to mess around on Tinder,

and neither did he.

Binh's a very serious person.

Is that why the two of you hit it off?

He gets it.

He was raised by a single mom too,

back in Vietnam, then here.

His mom didn't get married
until after they had been

in the States for a few years.

Why did you and Binh break up?

We realized it was more
of a partnership than romance.

So have you kept in touch
with him since?

Definitely. Binh's a good guy.

He babysits for me
when it gets busy here.

You trust Binh with your son?

He's the only male role model
my son's got.

Binh's a hero.

He had a good friend in the marines.

The guy died in his arms.
Shot in the chest.

He tried to save him, but...

Is that why Binh left the marines?

No. That's what I mean.

Other guys wouldn't be able
to handle something like that.

Binh? Binh didn't let it mess him up.

He kept it all bottled up inside?

And you say that like it's a bad thing.

It's how we're raised.

We keep our head down.

We do what we have to do to survive.

And look at where we are now.

I trust Binh with my son.

With my life.

You guys must have ID'd the wrong guy.

Not all Asians look alike, you know.

Excuse me.

Elyse.

Here.
Let me help you with that.

Oh, oh, oh.

Binh, you are always so sweet.

Thank you.

- Whew!
- Here. Let me.

I... I... I thought you had today off,

to take your mom to the doctor.

Nice of you to remember.

Here. Get in.

Aw! Thank you.

My God.

My feet are killing me.

Susie was supervising today.

Oh, my God, that woman
has no idea what she's doing.

Had me all over that store.

I didn't know you were a smoker.

You know, it's very bad for you.

And you always know
what's right for other people,

don't you?

Excuse me?

What's that smell?

Huh?

Binh.

Wait.

Binh, what are you doing? Stop.

You always seem so eager
to offer your advice

- and help, huh?
- I can't breathe.

Well, I made you a little something

to help you for all you've done for us.

Can't breathe.

The prints on
the napalm device match Binh's.

He must have waited for her
to finish her shift,

and then ambushed her.

So he used napalm again,

but no explosions, no fire.

It was contained to the back seat?

Napalm needs oxygen to burn,

and then, in return,
it puts out carbon monoxide.

Once all the oxygen was sucked out...

The napalm burned itself out.

So Elyse was suffocated.

Slowly and painfully.

...Harm your mother.

Don't know.

Is that one of our witnesses?

Yes. Our victim's son, Aaron Tooms.

There were no other witnesses,
and the cameras

don't cover this far back
in the parking lot.

If Binh worked here,
he would have known that.

Let's see what this guy knows.

- I have nothing to tell you...
- Mr. Tooms.

I'm Agent LaCroix. This is Agent Gaines.

We're sorry for your loss.

Detectives told me
you already know who did this?

Was it really Binh?

We'll take it from here. Thank you.

You know him?

Not anymore. Not since third grade.

Did your mother know him?

Yeah. I live in D.C. now.

Mom called me up about a year ago.

She said Binh had moved
back to town, needed a job.

She put in a good word for him
with her supervisor here.

If she went out on a limb for him,

that would suggest
that you two were good friends.

Back in grade school.

I was the only kid who didn't
tease him for talking funny.

My mom would even let me invite him

to sleepovers, birthday parties.

Let you?

Did she have a problem
with you two being friends?

No way. We were nice to him.

To him and his mom.

Their first few years in the U.S.?

Yeah. They barely spoke any English,

but Mom would still invite Mrs. Dao

to St. Michael's every Sunday.

Mom's the one who told Mrs. Dao
she needed to get a job.

She even recommended her
to our church buddies,

just like she recommended Binh
for this job.

Binh was lucky to know us.

Why would he do this to my mom?

Binh's laptop is clean.

Nothing to suggest that
he's fighting for any cause.

Unless his parents deleted it.

I don't know.
I don't think it's political.

Binh had a grudge against this woman.

He knows her well,
and he wants her to suffer.

According to his ex,
Binh's a kind and loving man,

a strong father figure.

She describes him
as a war hero in Afghanistan.

And now, that hero is pushing carts

at a big box store in No Town, Suburbia.

It's a long fall.

And he's working that job

thanks to his latest victim,
Elyse Tooms.

What I would love to know
is if Binh kept in touch

with any of his marine buddies.

I put together a list

of all the guys
that were on tour with him.

Now, they're spread all over,
but this guy, Jared Johns,

he works security
at a parking garage in Newark.

All right, Hana, let's go check it out.

Rest of you, keep digging
into those other names.

I barely knew Binh, all right?

He wasn't my kind of guy.
He was a mama's boy.

- How so?
- Some guys get snacks

or porn in their care packages,

but Binh's mom sent him books
and puzzles and underwear.

A grown man wearing boxers
his mama picked out...

It was embarrassing.

Anybody else feel the same way?

Hell yeah. It wasn't just me.

And I know what you thinking,

but we never bullied him
or pulled a code red.

This wasn't "A Few Good Men."

Binh made an easy target of himself.

He had a chip on his shoulder.

Why is that?

I don't know.

Maybe it's 'cause he was
this short, shrimpy dude

always trying to prove himself.

Sounds like bullying to me.

Playing into the stereotype
that Asian men

are weak and effeminate?

I can't control what people think.

The guy just never fit in.

At least one of the men
in your unit was close to Binh.

His ex-girlfriend told us
a friend of his died

by his side in Afghanistan.

You mean Elkot?

He didn't get killed
while we were being deployed.

He didn't even see any action.

He died on a base in California.

What happened?

Training accident.

We were doing a dry fire exercise,

and Elkot didn't have his vest on.

He got hit in the chest
with a live round.

Binh was there, but it was too late.

Died on the spot.

Was Binh upset by that?

We all were.

But... but the rest of us dealt with it.

The reality is, if Elkot
had been wearing his vest

like he was supposed to,
he wouldn't have died.

If I charge, follow me.

If I retreat, kill me.

If I die, avenge me.

Without honor, we are nothing.

The marine who died at Binh's side,

his name's Elkot Thompson.

And he wasn't shot in Kabul.

He died stateside at Camp Pendleton.

In training, not a combat casualty.

Okay, hang on, I'm pulling up
a few news articles.

So this happened in August 2020.

That's four months
before Binh was discharged.

Mr. Johns said Binh and
this guy weren't close friends.

They were just two junior officers

who decided to bunk together.

Why would he lie to his girlfriend

and make it sound like
his best friend died in combat?

To make himself seem heroic?

He grows up here,

scrawny kid, still learning English.

Maybe his stepdad pushes him
to enlist in the marines.

And he gets there,
only to be bullied again.

And when he gets out,
an elderly woman's charity

gets him a job he hates.

After a lifetime of feeling
small, Binh's had enough.

He's showing everybody
how big he can be.

Why'd you do it?

Son. How did you get in?

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

Binh, put the gun down.
Your mother's in the house.

How could you do this
to your own family?

How could you do this to her?

You know that I love your mother more

- than anyone else in the world.
- No, I don't believe you!

Not anymore!

Huh? Why?

Binh?

Binh, what are you doing?

Mom, go upstairs. Let me handle this.

Where have you been?
They say you killed two people.

It can't be.

I had to stick up for our family.

- Somebody has to!
- What are you talking about?

- Nothing. It's nothing.
- It's not nothing!

Binh, stop! Why do you want
to hurt your father?

He loves you.

- No, he doesn't.
- Yes, I do, Binh.

No, you don't!

Listen to me.
You have to turn yourself in.

- No.
- Get your hands off of her!

Binh, please. I'm calling the FBI.

- I'll be right there with you.
- Don't do that.

She doesn't get it.

You lost the right to tell us
what to do.

She doesn't understand.

You have to leave.

- Stop it. Stop.
- You've gotta leave!

Binh, don't go! No! Please!

- Binh, please don't go!
- Give me the phone.

- Binh!
- Thuy.

You called us as soon as he left.

Yes, right away.

Did he tell you where he was going?

No.

He's not in his right mind.

He snuck in through the basement door.

Local PD's set up a perimeter

and they're looking for his car.

What did you do to him?

He tried to shoot Ken.

You must have done something
to hurt him.

Tell me. He's my son!

He's our son.

And I wouldn't do anything to hurt him.

And I wouldn't do anything
to hurt you either, honey.

I love you.

Would you please come with me, Mrs. Dao?

If you don't mind.

Concealing information about
your son is not gonna help him,

especially if you want us
to bring him in alive.

I understand.

What I'm about to share with you,

you have to promise me
you'll never tell my wife.

Please. It'll destroy her if she knew.

Were you having an affair
with Lauren Williams?

Is that why he went after her
and came here to confront you?

You mean the poker dealer you showed me?

That's not it at all.

You both know about
Elkot Thompson, right?

Yes. Your son was there when
he died in a training accident.

It was no accident.

Binh killed him.

Are you saying that the NCIS
investigation was wrong,

or it was a cover-up?

I'm saying there was no investigation.

It looked like an accident
from the beginning,

so that's how it went down
in the official record.

When Binh came home,
he told me the truth.

He said it weighed on his conscience.

Well, if Binh killed a fellow officer,

it was your duty to turn him in.

Once a marine, always a marine, right?

"Semper fi" means "always faithful,"

and I am always faithful...

First to my wife, and then to my son.

Did Binh tell you
why he killed Thompson?

The guy had it coming.

He used to bunk with Binh.
He saw a family photo.

He used to always say,

"Hey, is your mom
a Vietnamese prostitute?"

Thinking that I picked her up
in the war.

Always making jokes about my Thuy,

you know, because she married
a guy like me.

And then, one day,
Binh had us on speakerphone,

and you could hear this guy
spouting out his BS.

"Oh, I ruv you rong time."

My poor Thuy was so embarrassed.

It was disgusting!

I wanted to break his neck.

If the shoe were on the other foot

and it was me,

I don't know what I would have done

to shut him the hell up,

so I don't blame my son.

I don't blame him one bit
for losing his cool

on that mouthy, racist SOB.

Not one bit.

Binh went me armed with a
SIG M18, intending to kill Ken,

- but not napalm this time.
- Which tracks.

Igniting napalm indoors...

Could have killed himself and his mom.

So he wanted to go after his stepdad

without hurting his mother.

But he backed out,
because he knew killing Ken

was gonna be the thing
that hurt his mother the most.

I mean, I've talked to Thuy.
She's torn up about this.

- She loves them both.
- Maybe he didn't.

Maybe Binh didn't like
his mom being with Ken.

Have y'all heard of the MRA?

Stands for Men's Rights Asians.

It's a subreddit group of Asian men

who feel like they've
been wronged by society.

Yeah, I read that article.

They're especially pissed
that Asian women are valued

and sexualized in a way
that Asian men aren't.

Because the stereotype

is that they're nerdy and emasculated?

Exactly. I mean, I've read articles

that show that Asian men and Black women

have the hardest time
when it comes to online dating.

How do you have so much time
to read with two kids at home?

You're up late, you get bored.

These guys hate
on interracial relationships

between Asian women and white men.

But Thuy and Ken have been together

since Binh was a young boy.

He could have turned on them
more recently,

especially if he was triggered.

Yeah, like finding out

his stepdad was cheating on his mom.

I get the feeling that
Ken is still hiding something.

That was the burn center in Norwich.

Lauren, the casino dealer, is awake.

Ortiz, you're with me.

Thanks for meeting with us.

We'll keep it short so you can rest.

I'm fine.

The officer you spoke to
earlier said that

you knew the attacker
when he came up to your table?

Yes, I did.

- How do you know Binh?
- I don't.

He's the son of one of my guys.

One of your guys.
What do you mean by that?

One of my regulars, Ken.

He's so proud of that boy.

He takes every chance he can
to talk about him

and show off his pictures.

He's got a bunch of 'em on his phone.

So you recognized Binh
from a photograph.

You gotta be sharp and have
sharp eyes to do what I do.

I pay attention to everything,
all the time.

The second before he threw that bomb,

I knew it was him.

Am I wrong?

Nope, nope. Actually, you're very right.

Can you confirm that this is
the man you're talking about?

Yeah. That's Ken.

Any chance you had a more
intimate relationship with Ken?

Lord, no.

There has never been anything between us

but that velvet table.

Ken's been rated at Mapleton
for the last two years,

and stupid enough
to think it's a good thing.

What it means is, sucker on the floor.

My husband a gambler?

He never said anything.

Are you sure this is true?

Your husband gambled away

your entire family
savings at Mapleton...

Your retirement fund,
your savings account,

your checking account, everything.

And Binh knew about it.

Toll booth cameras flagged him
following your husband

into Mapleton on Sunday.

You and Binh are very close.

It's hard for me to believe
that he sat on this information

for just under a week and
he didn't tell you about it.

No one told me anything.

Not Binh, not my husband.

I should have noticed
something was wrong,

but I was so selfish,

so worried about my back surgery.

It's not your fault.

Your surgery wasn't pushed
because of the pandemic.

Your husband canceled it
because he gambled away

the money to pay for it.

All of it.

If there's no money,
what will happen to Binh?

Unfortunately, at this point in time,

Binh has a lot more to worry about.

And so do you.

You need that back surgery.

I don't care what happens to me.

I only care what happen to my son.

All yours, Mr. Mirica.

See you tomorrow?

Let me get that for you.

Come on!

Learn how to drive!

Oh, here we go.

What the hell's your problem?

You.

Do I know you?

It figures you gotta ask. Hm?

Is the man that ambushed the SUV?

That looks like him, yeah.

To be honest,
it all happened super fast.

Someone got the fire extinguisher,

but it didn't work
like we thought it would,

so Jamie... he's the manager on shift...

He tried to pull Mr. Mirica
out of the car,

but then he burned his own hands.

Started screaming.

All of us,
we got too scared to touch him.

The car was definitely hit
with a napalm bomb.

A dry chemical extinguisher
might've been able

to put that out, but if there's
any oxygen in the atmosphere,

that thing is burning.

Hey, you did the best you could.

Good thing you didn't touch him,

or you'd be suffering
from serious burns too.

Yeah.

Anything else you can tell us
about the victim, Mr. Mirica?

Do you know Tenuto Capital,
the hedge fund?

He was the founder.

He retired a couple years ago,
but ever since,

he's been coming here almost
every day to play tennis.

All right. Thanks again for your help.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Victim's wife told the coroner

to send the remains in a closed casket

to St. Michael's Church
in preparation for services.

- St. Michael's in Medford?
- You know it?

According to the son
of our second victim,

that's the church
Elyse Tooms used to attend,

the one she invited Thuy to join.

That's Mr. Mirica, my old boss.

I worked for him and his family
for almost 20 years.

And you were connected to him
through Elyse Tooms, right?

The mother of Binh's childhood friend?

Yes, they knew each other from church.

When did you quit working
for Mr. Mirica?

I did not quit.

I asked for time off
for my surgery and recovery.

At first, Mr. Mirica said okay.

But then, Tuesday,
when I went to his house,

he said I shouldn't come back at all.

So you were fired for taking time off,
for a medical procedure?

He said his family couldn't
go so long without help.

He had to replace me.

Did you tell Binh what happened?

No. I was ashamed.

I didn't want him to worry about me.

But he has no reason
to attack your old boss

unless he knew that you were fired.

You say he's done these terrible things,

but Binh is my sweet boy.

Binh wants me to work less.

He's the one who sent me to the doctor

and told me to get the surgery.

It hurts him to see you in pain.

Binh always hated that I clean houses.

He always thought someone like
me should have a better job.

Someone like you?
What do you mean by that?

In Vietnam, I was a chemical engineer.

I have a PhD in chemistry.

Wow. You're a U.S. citizen,

so you didn't need to work a cash gig.

Why didn't you get a job in your field?

I tried many places.

But back then,
my English was not so good.

The closest I came was at Brookhaven.

Brookhaven, the nuclear lab in Upton?

Yes.

That's a top-flight facility.

I had four, five rounds of interviews.

And why do you think
they didn't hire you?

I was born in North Vietnam.

They were still suspicious
about the communists.

They refused to give me
the security clearance I needed

to work at a U.S. national lab.

And that's when you became
a house cleaner.

I spent so much time chasing that job.

We needed money.

Around that time, Mrs. Tooms,

she taught me an expression in English.

"Get real."

She said it would be easier for me

to find a job like cleaning houses,

something where I did not have
to speak good English.

She has a degree in engineering?

Not just a degree. A PhD.

She could have literally
been a rocket scientist.

Instead, she spent
her whole life cleaning houses.

That's so sad.

Yeah, I mean... just give me a second.

You know, my wife had a similar problem.

She had a degree in statistics
and spoke three languages,

and still, it took her four
tries to get into Army Intel.

All they saw was a Native American woman

with dual citizenship.

It's not the same.

I know what you mean.

Thuy loses her job.

Her husband gambles away
all their money.

She can't get the surgery she needs.

Most people would be bitter.

I'm bitter.

She just cares about her son.

And you think Binh knew all about this?

I think so.

Maybe that's his trigger.

Binh isn't going after people

who bullied him when he was a kid.

He's killing people
that wronged his mother.

Mrs. Tooms, right,
who told her to get real

and give up on her career
as a scientist.

Even worse, she introduced
Thuy to Bill Mirica,

who ends up discarding her
like she's replaceable.

Binh didn't snap. This has
been a long time coming.

Well, it's kind of like
Thuy's back giving in...

It wasn't one, single incident

that set Binh off or caused her injury.

He just got tired of seeing his mom
enduring a life of pain...

Microaggressions, racists slights.

Brookhaven was a turning point.

Exactly.

Binh blames the lab
for derailing Thuy's career

and indirectly causing
her health problems.

It's also the reason she never got a job
with retirement benefits,

so she had to rely on Ken
for that safety net.

Only he lost it all gambling.

So it all goes back to Brookhaven.

The last target isn't a person.
It's a place.

Okay, all the national labs
have pretty tight security,

so what do you think he's planning?

Well, we know he has napalm bombs.

Brookhaven stores
nuclear material, right?

Not an ideal situation.

Kristin, call Brookhaven.

Get them under lockdown right away.

- We need to get moving.
- Well, we should bring Thuy.

If she's the reason that set him off,

she might be the only person
that can get through to him.

That's a good idea. Go get her.

Okay.

Lunch hour's over.

Time to head back to the lab.

- Who the hell are you?
- Don't worry about it. Just drive.

I said, drive.

- Officer Bergmann.
- Special Agent Gaines.

We went into lockdown
as soon as you called.

No one's been in or out.

We are prepared to provide backup,

but if it comes down to it,
our priority is protecting the lab,

and most importantly,
what's stored here.

I know the car. Boris Paulsen.

Mechanical engineer, building 3A.

He's probably on his way back
from lunch.

There's somebody else in the car.

Could be Binh.

Drive.

Drive!

- Boss, Boss!
- Hana, cover Thuy.

- Open the gate!
- Let him through!

Drive.

Keep going!

I got him.

Keep driving! Faster!

- You're gonna have to pit him.
- Yeah. Hang on.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

FBI! Freeze! Freeze!

Stop right there!

Don't move!

You stay in the car.

Binh, listen to me.

It's over, okay?

I don't want to see
anybody else get hurt.

You have explosives in that bag, right?

Here's what I'm gonna ask you to do.

I want you to put the backpack down,

slowly, on the ground, okay?

Then I want you to put
your hands above your head.

- No!
- Binh, we have your mother.

I have her right here.

- You're lying.
- I'm not lying.

She's in the car.
You want to talk to her?

- Don't hurt him!
- Okay, stay back. Stay back.

- He won't hurt me.
- It's not safe.

He's my son. He would never hurt me.

Binh, why are you doing this?

- For you, Mom!
- I never wanted this.

I only wanted you
to be happy and healthy.

What about you?

All my life, I've watched
people treat you like trash.

And you never stick up
for yourself, Mom.

What are you talking about?
We have a good life.

I love you, and I love your dad.

It's my fault
if I made you feel otherwise.

It's not your fault, Mom!

Why are you always trying
to protect me, huh?

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Don't shoot him!

Binh, do what they say.

Please. For me. For me and Dad.

Screw Dad!

He lost all our money!

It's only money. We'll find a way.

We have each other. We have our family.

No, that's not enough!

You can't... you can't
clean houses forever, Mom.

How are you gonna get the
surgery to fix your back, huh?

We'll find a way to make it work.

We always do, no matter how hard it is.

Listen to your mother, Binh.
She'd do anything for you.

It's not a hardship. That's...

that's just being a good parent.

A good parent.

Model minority.

Where has that gotten her?

A lifetime stooping over
in a box people put her in

because they didn't see
who she really is.

That's what broke her back.

You see who she is.

And she raised you
to be a better man than this.

Binh, don't!

You're all I have left. Please.

You and me, we always
found a way to survive,

the two of us.

But if you do this, I won't survive.

I can't.

Binh Dao, you're under arrest.

Binh, Binh.

Binh.

Hello?

Hi.

Hey, sis.

What's going on here?

Surprise movie night.

Just like you used to spring on Tali

when she had a tough day.

Yeah.

You guys really didn't need to do this.

No, no, no. This is not optional.

Sit your butt down.
Let's go, big brother.

You got "The Gold Rush" on DVD.

Even better. I got it on streaming.

- Oh, okay.
- Very impressive.

And I've planned it
so the pizza gets here

halfway through.

And best of all...

- Thank you.
- No curfew.

Mm-hmm.

Hey. This okay?

Yeah. This is good.

You two can enjoy your
newfound privacy after I leave.

- You want some of this?
- No.

Mmm.

Did anybody get the remote?

Fine. I'll get it.

Thank you, Louise.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay. We ready?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yep.