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- It's not your fault.
- Maybe it is.

If I had called the attending...

For what? His vitals were stable.

Something was off. I could feel it.

I was rushing. I thought I'd come back.

He coded so fast.

Of course you were rushing.
We're understaffed.

That doesn't make it right.

Hey, I'll let you in on a secret.

You're not God.

Wow. Mind-blowing.

Well, I'm serious.

Some things are beyond our control.

Facts.

Get down!

Oh, my God.

Let's get some pressure.

We're losing him.

Call an ambulance! Now!

- Hey, Sam.
- Hey.

Did the school reach out?

Uh, no, I don't think so.

No. Why?

Tyler's getting suspended.

Excuse me? For what?

He got caught drinking.

Apparently, the math teacher
smelled it on his breath.

Are you kidding me?

I talked to him about this.

He knows he could have the...

gene. He's drinking at school.

What is he thinking?

I haven't gotten that far, Jubal.

I'm on my way to talk
to the counselor now.

Ah, okay, okay.
Just call me after, okay?

Okay.

You okay?

Ah, yeah. What's going on?

All right, we caught
a homicide in Queens.

Tiff and Scola are on their way.

You two with the bureau?

That's right.

I'm Detective Gilmore.

The vic's over here.

Duncan Martin, 47,
president of the New York Fed.

Wallet and phone were still on the body.

Okay. So not a robbery.

Looks more like a hit.

Took two to the chest, died on the spot.

Is he local?

No, lives in Hempstead.

9 millimeter.

Yeah, we'll get ERT
to get that for ballistics.

Are there any, uh,
cameras in the vicinity?

A few, but none recording.

How about witnesses?

Got a pair of nurses
who heard the gunshots.

Tried to help. They're over there.

Thanks.

Yeah, I applied pressure,
but it wasn't enough.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. You don't need to apologize.

We're glad you guys were here.

Thanks, but we didn't see much.

So just walk us through it.

You heard gunshots, and then what?

A slamming sound, and when I look up,

this sedan rips
down the street, moving fast.

Okay. Anything else you can tell us?

Um, color, license plate,
who was driving?

It was blue.

Sorry, that's all we got.

No worries.

You did good. Real good.

All right, folks.

Meet Duncan Martin, president and CEO

of the New York Bank
of the Federal Reserve.

A leading economist, father of three,

gunned down in broad daylight.

No surveillance at the scene means

we have our work cut out for us.

Let's dig in.

Whoever's drill strikes oil first

gets an all-expense-paid trip
to my good graces.

Go to work.

NYPD's initial theory is an ambush.

Ah, okay. Based on?

- Gut feeling?
- Right. Well, it's possible.

People do love
to hate the Fed these days.

Yeah.
In the meantime, let's get with FRPD

and see what they have
on current threats.

Yes, ma'am.

I also have some basic
questions that need answers,

like how did our victim
get to the scene?

Well, I can help you there.

This is Martin's typical route
to Wall Street.

But in heavy traffic
like this morning...

X marks the spot.

So a usual route until it wasn't.

Yeah, question is, where's his car now?

- Yeah.
- According to DMV,

Martin is the owner of a blue Lexus.

- A sedan?
- Yes.

All right, so that matches
the description of the vehicle

- fleeing the scene.
- Let's assume it was stolen.

Does it have GPS?

Yes, and it's active,
pinging in Woodside.

All right, all right.

Clear.

Maggie, cover me.

It's definitely our vehicle.

It's clear.

I've got blood.

I've got a partial palm print.

But why is it inside?

Duncan Martin was shot
outside the vehicle.

So then whose blood is this?

I don't know.

Something's off.

I got a dashcam.

Maybe that'll help.

It's a normal drive for the
first 20 minutes, until this.

Oh, my God. Miss?

I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

Let me call for help.

What the hell just happened?

Then the recording stops like
the perp turned off the camera.

It definitely wasn't a hit.

Yeah, or a carjack.

More like random.

He was being a good Samaritan.

Who stumbled onto something ugly.

Perp shoots him and then
uses his car to flee the scene.

And now we have got a second victim.

That girl, she's injured,
and she's scared.

We've gotta find her now.

Can we get facial rec?

Not on the shooter, hat blocks the face.

All right. But he... he's tall.

- Can we get a height?
- Yeah.

Around 6'3".

What about Jane Doe?

Running now.

No, nothing.

That's odd.

Most people her age are in the system.

Hey, we got a match in AFIS
for the vehicle print.

Excellent. Let's meet our suspect.

Roy Kim, age 23.

He's 6'2".

Hmm.

B&Es, strong-arm robbery.

Can you get a recent address
from parole?

Yep... lives with his mother
in Queens, 28 Steinway.

That's three blocks
from where we found the car.

Apartment's on the third floor.

Copy that.

Maggie, backup is three minutes away.

Let's just hold tight.
Wait till they get here.

All right.

Roy Kim. FBI...

Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

OA, in here!

- Get up!
- Ooh, what the hell?

9 millimeter.

Where's the girl?

- What did you do with her?
- Is she upstairs?

- My mom's upstairs.
- Hey! This is not a game.

We have you on carjacking,
kidnapping, and homicide.

Listen to me. You'll be dead twice
by the time you get out of prison

if you don't start talking right now.

Hold up, yo, is this for real?

The blood was literally
on your hands, man.

No, no. Oh, no, I didn't jack that car.

Yo, I... I found the keys
in the ignition, empty.

I swear to God.

Okay, where'd this miracle
take place, huh?

Parking lot. Behind the church.

I... I got a cousin who
works at a body shop.

I was gonna sell it to him
as soon as I cleaned it.

So you saw the blood?

Yeah, it was nasty in there.

Okay, look, so maybe I touched it,

but what was I gonna do?

Say no to free money?

All right, does Mr. Roy Kim's
story check out?

Well, GPS confirms,
the car was in a parking lot

for ten minutes near
Our Lady of Grace in Queens.

Nope, I need more than that.

Let's try this.

Street cam near the lot entrance.

Pause it.

Can you push in?

Okay, that's them.

And a few minutes later...

Roy Kim, as promised.

So unless he changed clothes...

Uh, he didn't. That was the lab.

Ballistics confirm Kim's weapon
did not eject the casing

recovered at the scene.

Okay, so it's not him.

Which means the real perp dumped the car

and left on foot.

Why the hell would he do that?

Is there any sign of them leaving?

Not on this feed, and it's
the only one in the area.

All right, let's get down
to that parking lot,

see if he left any clues behind
as to where he took her.

According to GPS,
it was parked over here.

I don't see anything.

But there is blood.

There's more blood here.

This is Agent Zidan.

We need a K-9 unit to our location ASAP.

Looks like someone's been dragged.

OA, there's movement.

Call an ambulance.

We need an ambulance
to our location now.

We have one wounded female.

Hey, hey.

My name is Maggie. I'm with the FBI.

It's okay. It's okay. You're safe now.

Can you tell me your name?

It's okay, it's okay.

Stay with me. Hey, stay with me.

We need an ambo. Do you copy?

Hey.

OA.

She's gone.

- Jubal. Hey.
- Hey.

Some local tipped off the media.

Isobel sent me in case they show up.

What do we got?

ME's on the way.

No ID on the body.

What?

I don't know.
There's something about her.

I'm not sure.

- Ligature marks?
- Yeah.

She was restrained for so long,
it left scarring.

Yeah.

All right, let's have ERT
form a search line,

see if we can turn up
any additional evidence.

Hey, guys.

Get her DNA and fingerprints into CODIS.

Thanks.

Hey, Sam, what's the word?

So we talked to the counselor.

Tyler admitted he took a swig
from a kid's flask.

Said he was trying to make a friend.

Okay. Yeah.

You buy that?

I don't know.

He needs to go back to that therapist,

the one in the city.

Yeah, I mean, maybe, but

he also just needs to own his mistake.

We send him to therapy
every time he screws up,

it's like we're saying
it's not his fault.

We're too easy on him, Sam.

I know, but life hasn't
been easy on him, either.

So it might be good
if you went with him.

I'm sorry, are you blaming me for this?

I didn't say that.

Kind of sounds like you are.

Jubal, please.

Not now.

Yeah, sorry.

He's going through a rough patch.

He needs some help.

He needs to know you don't hate him.

Hey, Sam, I'm gonna call you back, okay?

What's that?

It's a prescription for Biaxin

made out to a Sarah Smith.

It's dated today.

Heads up, everyone.

Our suspect just brutally
murdered two people

in the span of a few hours.

We need him off the streets and fast.

Forensics lab is running
behind, so for the moment,

this piece of paper is our sole lead.

Let's run the patient's name
and see what we find.

We've tried, but so far, not much.

More like too much.

There are 84 women
with the name Sarah Smith

in the tristate area.

Okay, what about the doctor,
the one who wrote the script?

Him, I can find.

Raymond Kassabian, MD, went
to medical school in Grenada.

It's been downhill ever since.

IRS lien, three pending
malpractice suits,

an investigation by
the state medical board.

All right, let's bring him in.

Dr. Kassabian, we need
to talk about Sarah Smith.

Sorry, she's a patient.
Those records are private.

Ex-patient.

She's dead.

- Dead?
- Yeah. She was murdered.

And you were one of the
last people to see her alive.

Oh, God.

Listen, I... I can't
even afford a lawyer.

Wow.

Your humanity is overwhelming.

I'm about to lose
my license, so please...

You're gonna lose a lot more
if you don't start talking.

So tell us about Sarah.

The girl's father
brought her in this morning,

heavily sedated.

Said they were from Florida,
needed meds to get back home.

I doubt that's her name.

Or her father.

Maybe. I... I don't know.

But she was pretty sick...
double pneumonia.

I just wanted to treat her.

So what, you just wrote her
a script and waved goodbye?

Pretty much, yeah.

So you saw the scars, signs of abuse,

didn't think, maybe, call the cops?

I'm getting divorced.

Dead broke.

To bring in cash, I don't ask questions.

I do what I can, you know?

Right.

Do you have cameras in your office?

No.

But there's one outside by the entrance.

You could try that.

Here they come, arrival at 7:30.

Oh, that's a bad angle.
Still no facial rec.

Can you fast forward to when they leave?

Whoa, look at this girl.

Sick and sedated,
and she still fights like hell.

So the suspect
must have shot Duncan Martin

when he tried to intervene.

Wait, wait, wait. Rewind it.

Right there. Play forward, zoom in.

Oh, there you go.
A couple frames, right?

Is it enough?

Bingo.

Luke Hopkins, 43.

Eyes up, folks.

Former limo driver.

Served time for stalking
and battery in his late 20s.

There's also a stint on the psych ward

at Central Islip as a juvenile.

- Records are sealed.
- All right.

Well, given the circumstances,
I can try and unseal them.

I'll check with NCMEC,
see if they know anything.

Yeah, yeah. We got an address?

Affirmative. Duplex in Queens.

All right, call SWAT.
I don't wanna take any chances.

Someone left in a hurry.

Yeah.

Second floor, clear.

Still clearing the first floor.

What's up?

Behind the bookcase.

Scola.

- Cover me?
- Yeah.

This is soundproofing foam.

Industrial grade.

Maggie, we got tally marks, thousands.

Day at a time.

No wonder she was sick.

Maggie, OA.

Yeah, what do you got?

There's another room.

Second prisoner.

I think we're looking at a female.

How old we think?

She's gonna be a kid.

This is still warm.

Whoever she was, she was here recently.

This is Agent Maggie Bell.

I need a K-9 unit and a drone
over the area immediately.

Our suspect, Luke Hopkins, is at large,

and if his other prisoner
is still alive,

every second counts.

Could we figure out
how old the other girl is?

Not yet.

We did find some clothes that
look like they belong to a teenager.

Okay. Anything else useful?

We found some drawings in notebooks.

Uh, initial GM.

Jubal?

Yeah, ju...

All right, Elise,
K-9 or drone turn up anything?

No, nothing on surveillance, either.

Coverage in the area is poor.

NYPD is going door-to-door,
but so far, no sign.

All right, he may have slipped past us.

In the meantime, let's have
BAU work up a profile.

And contact the media.

I want this guy's face on every
screen in the tristate area.

Does, uh, Luke have access to a vehicle?

Nothing registered.

What about financials?
Credit cards, debit?

His credit is poor, shocker.

But he does have a debit card.

No activity.

All right, let's keep tabs on it.

The DNA for our deceased
Jane Doe matched in NaMus.

Who is she?

Jillian Martinez.

She went missing eight years ago

along with her younger sister, Gabby.

That explains the initials.

And why we couldn't get facial rec.

We thought they were victims

of the Flatbush Stalker.

Their bodies were never found.

So you were on that case?

Yeah, I was the lead investigator.

I notified the dad.

Told him his daughters were dead.

Okay.

Let's expand the search grid
and see if anything turns up.

I need to notify next of kin.

That's... it's just the father.

Steve.

I'll go with you.

This can't be true.

Mr. Martinez, I know that
this is a lot to process,

but DNA confirms it.

Jillian and Gabby died eight years ago.

The Flatbush Stalker,
that's what you told me, right?

Yes. But, um, we were wrong.

Wrong?

What do you mean wrong?
How could you be wrong?

Jillian... Jillian died this morning.

Uh, we... we believe that her and Gabby

have been held captive

by a man named Luke Hopkins
for the past eight years.

So then where's Gabby?

We don't know.

But you're saying she could be alive?

Yes, that's right.

And we are doing everything
we can to find her right now.

Steve, look, I...

I understand how you must feel.

How I feel?

How I feel?

You have no idea how I feel, pal!

My girls were alive for eight years?

Some freak doing God knows what?

How is this even possible?
You told me they were dead!

I did.

I was wrong.

You bastard.

I trusted you.

I believed you.

Get out.

Get out!

I read the file.

There were no viable leads
in the Martinez case.

It was my job to find them.

I was distracted.
My marriage was falling apart.

I was worried about my kids.

Well, the Flatbush Stalker

confessed to killing those girls.

They fit the MO.

There was never any definitive evidence.

Look, Gower, your boss,
made the call, not you.

You know, deep down, I think I knew

it wasn't a clean solve.

And how I justified it

was giving Martinez
some kind of closure.

It was better than not.

I need to find this man's daughter.

All right, folks. Listen up.

We lost Jillian.
We are not going to lose Gabby.

I want leads, and I want them now.

- Maya, what do you got?
- No luck on the BOLO.

A few tips, but nothing checked out.

Okay, Kelly?

Yeah, we expanded the grid,
but it's slow-going...

Hang on. Just got a hit on
Luke Hopkins' debit card.

He tried to withdraw cash
but had insufficient funds.

Okay, where?

ATM at a pizza shop
in Sunnyside ten minutes ago.

Okay. We got video?

Cheap model, no camera.

All right, get the team down there now.

Yeah.

We need to take a look
at your security cameras.

We don't have cameras.

Okay. Well, you have eyes.

Have you seen this guy?

Why, is there a reward?

Like a Crime Stoppers or something?

He murdered two people.
Is that enough to talk?

Sorry. Okay, yeah, I seen the dude.

He slammed the machine
when it didn't pay out,

so I barked at him.

Yo.

The way he looked at me was
something out of a nightmare.

Nothing in those eyes.

Was anyone with him?

There was a teenage girl, maybe his kid.

She kept her eyes on the floor.

They left on foot?

I didn't see a car.

They hung a right. Went south.

All right, Luke Hopkins is on the move

with a young female south down Corbin.

- Who's got him?
- I do. Two blocks from the pizza shop.

Okay, gold star, let me see.

Okay.

That's Gabby. She's alive, thank God.

All right, can we confirm?

- Not on face rec.
- Well, zoom in.

She's got a birthmark
on her right cheek.

He's right. I see it.

All right, good.

Where do they go?

Unclear.

They hit a dead zone shortly after.

All right, let's throw
ourselves in Luke's shoes.

You're on the run, conspicuous,
out of cash, what do you do?

Uh, get off the street?

Get far away as fast as possible.

That takes money.

If I'm him, I'm hitting up
a friend or family member.

Yeah, agreed.
He's in the area for a reason.

I'm in Luke's cloud.

His contact sheet's pretty bare.

- Not a lot of friends.
- Ditto, family.

Parents deceased, no siblings.

Hang on. He's got a cousin.

Brian Hopkins lives in Sunnyside.

- FBI, drop the bat.
- Put the bat down now.

- Keep your hands up.
- Brian Hopkins?

- Yeah.
- On the car.

Back to the car.

Your cousin Luke do that to you?

What did he want?

Cash.

Took my wallet, keys, smashed my phone.

Then the freak pistol-whipped me.

- Anyone with him?
- Yeah, a girl. Young.

Is she what this is about?

Yes.

He hid her and her sister
in his basement

for the last eight years.

The older one is already dead.

You grew up with him, right?

What can you tell us?

His parents had foster kids.

Did terrible things to them.

Made Luke enforce their psycho rules.

Beat Luke if the foster kids acted out.

They got busted, eventually.

My parents took Luke in after
he got off the psych ward.

But he'd get a little violent sometimes,

so they eventually kicked him out.

Okay, that's helpful. Thank you.

Took my car too.

Can you describe it?

'79 Buick Electra 225, red.

I'll call it in.

Did he tell you where he was going?

No.

Only said that he'd never
let them take his family away.

No matter what.

He'd rather die.

All right, team.

Luke Hopkins is in the wind
with Gabby Martinez,

last seen driving
a 1979 red Buick Electra.

More yacht than car.
Can't be many on the road.

Elise, Kelly, scope surveillance,

every on-ramp, every exit.

Maya, I want NYPD on top of it too.

- Airship included, yeah?
- You got it, Jubal.

They are out there,
and we will find them.

Believe it.

Hey, you better make it fast.

I just spoke with the psychologist

who treated Luke Hopkins as a teen,

confirmed what the cousin said... PTSD.

Because of the abuse he endured at home,

he is trying to rebuild a family

he can dominate and control.

Okay. Any... any tips?

Yeah, if you take away his
control, he may make a mistake.

- Or snap.
- Yes.

- Hey, got something.
- Where?

Hit on the plates, crossing
the Throgs Neck Bridge.

He's headed to the Bronx.

Got another hit.
He's off the interstate.

Plates hit in Pelham.
He's turning north on Webster.

Maggie and OA aren't far.

There's still a chance
we can cut him off.

Okay, we're on Webster.

No sign.

We must have missed him.

Maggie, there he is.

We have eyes on the suspect.
Approaching on foot.

Give it up, Luke! You're surrounded!

Stay back!

Stay the hell back!

He has taken hostages. I repeat,

Luke has taken hostages.
We need containment now.

Hey.

You know how many hostages?

Not yet, but we know
he definitely has Gabby.

Yeah.

- What are the access points?
- Just the front.

Back door is boarded up and
blocked with construction equipment.

The front window is obstructed.

Also, according to this, it looks like

there's clothing racks
about every four feet.

We have a poor line of sight.

I mean, if he plays it safe,
we have no shot.

Well, then, let's hope he doesn't.

Sniper team's in place.

Okay, let's establish comms,
start negotiations.

Hey, we got eyes inside?

Cyber team just cracked the firewall.

- Okay.
- And online... now.

All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right, what's our contact plan?

We got a landline to the register.

We got a throw phone on standby.

This one's ready to go.

Just push call, it'll ring inside.

All right, let's bring this kid home.

Jubal Valentine with the FBI.

I'm not gonna let you
take my family away from me,

you understand?

I do. I get that, Luke.

I can help you keep
your family together.

But only if...
Get these people out of the street.

I can do that. But in return, for what?

In return for me not killing
everybody in the store!

You got one minute!

Look's like Gabby's on the move.

Is she trying to run?

I think she's looking for a weapon.

This could be our chance to breach.

Right? I'll keep him talking.

Get Bravo Team ready on my signal.

20 seconds!

Hey, Luke, you gotta
help us out here, buddy.

No! You help me.

Or I drop bodies.

You know what, Luke?

It's all coming apart.

The more damage you do,
the more time you'll do.

So why don't you cut your losses

while you still have a chance
to have some sort of life

on the other side of all this?

Listen to me!

I'm either walking out
of here with my family,

or you can carry me out in a body bag.

Execute!

- Shots fired.
- Hold!

What the hell? Who's shooting?

Wait, wait. It's Gabby.
She's shooting at us!

Fall back, now!

The situation has evolved.

Gabby Martinez just opened fire
on the agents sent to rescue her.

Yeah, I see it. Any casualties?

Not yet.

Why would she do this?
What's her motive?

Hard to say.

She's been held captive for so long,

she doesn't know who to trust.

And now she has hostages
held at gunpoint.

What resources do you need?

I want her father.

All right, I'll do my best.

But remember, our priority is the people

who are not shooting at us. Am I clear?

Crystal.

I'm... I'm gonna reach out,
try to build some rapport.

What's happening?

She ripped out the line.

Get the throw phone ready for insert.

On it. Two minutes.

I'm gonna have to talk to her.

Gabby Martinez, this is
Agent Valentine with the FBI.

We're here to help. I just wanna talk.

Make sure no one else gets hurt.

We're gonna send you a new phone, okay?

Sierra One, I have the shot.
Permission to fire.

Denied. Stand down.
We are not shooting this kid.

Copy that. Standing down.

Gabby, listen to me.
We need to talk, okay?

Go away!

What about the hostages?

Can you let them go?

Just leave me alone!

- Jubal.
- Yeah?

- Cell phone's ready.
- Okay.

- This is already connected?
- Yep. Good to go.

Heads up.

Luke's awake.

Where's my sister?

We're family.

We don't do this. Give me the gun.

Where's my sister?

- What did you do with her?
- She's sick!

I brought her to the hospital.

I don't believe you.

Give me the gun.

We can go visit her together.

Okay. Hey, Steve,
thank you so much for coming.

- Is Gabby in there?
- Yes.

She's scared, and she has a gun,

and I'm worried
she's gonna hurt someone.

It's her.

- That's my Gabby, oh, my God.
- Okay. Steve, listen to me.

Steve.

I need you to talk to her.

Okay? To give her hope.

Okay?

I don't know what to say.

She needs to know how much you love her.

Remind her of when she
felt safe, when she felt happy.

What if I say the wrong thing?

- I mean, it's been so long.
- She's your daughter.

You'll know what to say.

Why are you doing this?

I'm the only one that's ever loved you.

I spent my entire life caring for you!

Where's Jillian?

Oh, God!

Did you hurt her?

Answer me!

Or I'll kill you.

- I'm going in.
- No, no, Jubal! Jubal.

Jubal, wait. Gabby is in crisis.

It's a huge risk to go in alone.

Let us breach, take our chances.

No.

We are not doing that.

I'm going in.

Give me the throw phone.

Steve, are you ready?

I'm gonna put you on the phone
with your daughter.

Jub...

let's get into position.

All right, let's
get back there, let's move!

You need to take responsibility,
for the situation.

You're the one who got into my car.

Jillian told you not to,
so stop blaming me.

Give me the gun, I'll go find Jillian,

and you can apologize to both of us.

We can put this all behind us.

Gabby?

There's someone who wants
to talk to you.

Is it my sister?

No. It's your father.

No, my father is dead!

No, he's not.

He's right here.

He wants to talk to you.

He wants to tell you
how much he loves you.

You told me he was dead.

- You lied to me!
- Your father's dead.

They're the ones that are lying.

Gabby, I can prove it.

He is on the other end of this phone.

I'm gonna toss it to you.

- Just talk to him.
- They're lying. He's dead.

Shut up! Everyone shut up!

Gabby... please.

Hello?

Gabby Girl? It's me.

It's Dad.

Is that really you?

Yeah, honey.

I can't wait to see you, sweetheart,

to give you a hug.

We could go to Gino's for pizza.

And ice cream.

Where's Jillian?

Is she with you?

No, honey.

It's just the two of us now.

But it's gonna be okay.

Gabby?

Gabby?

You killed her!

Go!

Go, go, go!

You're good?

Yeah.

Gabby, come with me.

You're okay.

It's okay. Can we give them a moment?

Thank you.

Gabby Girl.

I missed you so much, honey.

I can't even tell you...

but you're safe now.

I promise.

I'm here.

I love you so much.

I... I can't right now.

Okay.

How's she's doing?

Uh, yeah. She's physically okay.

Um, otherwise, it's gonna be
a long road, I'm sure.

I can imagine.

How are you?

I'm okay. Thanks. Yeah.

It's quite a day, though.

This morning, my son got caught
drinking at school,

so yeah, that's how it started.

Pretty pissed at myself, you know,

for what I might have
passed along to him, and...

the divorce, not being there
and all that, and, uh...

And then...

Steve Martinez.

One of his daughters
died twice, and the other one...

The hell those girls lived
through for eight years.

And no one was even looking for them.

I know it's part of the job, but...

It doesn't mean
we shouldn't bear the weight

of our mistakes.

Can I be blunt?

You're not that powerful, Jubal.

I mean, you're not responsible

for Tyler doing something stupid.

And you are not responsible

for what happened
to Steve Martinez's girls.

You're just not.

Mistakes are a part of the game.

And what's important is what we do next.

This is great right here. Thank you.

Hey, buddy.

Are you ready for some therapy?

Yeah. Can't wait.

Yeah, I've been looking
forward to this all day.

Look, I'm really sorry.

I don't know why I started
drinking with that kid.

I should have said no.

He just... he kept pressuring me,

and I screwed up.

I can't believe how stupid I am.

Just... just please don't hate me.

- Okay?
- Hey. Hey.

Tyler.

You know I can never hate you.

Come on.

And yeah, I may not be the biggest fan

of the choices you made today.

I'm not.

But you know what?

Mistakes are just part of the game.

What's important is what we do next.

You ready to do this?

- Yeah.
- Okay.