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Sharks glide through the blue,
powerful, poised...

...and perfectly in control.

Around them,
a team of divers hovers,

- hearts pounding,
cameras rolling.

Bull sharks
are among the most--

Hi, Andy Fleming?

Time's up.
Clear the range.

Colter Shaw.

-Yeah, what can I do for you?
-Now, your father's
Walt Fleming, right?

That was him, yeah.
What's this about?

I, uh, found
a phone number in some
of my dad's old work stuff.

It belonged to a guy
named David Pearson.
Worked with your dad.

Are you a government man?

No, no. Definitely not
a government man.

Um, how'd you find me?

That's what I do.
I find people.

Could've just called.

Question for you, uh,
did your dad ever mention
a Ashton Shaw?

That's my father.

I think maybe the three of them
might have been
doing some work together.

Yeah, that was a long time ago.

I was like nine, ten,
but... but I remember your dad.

He stayed with us
for a few weeks.

What about David Pearson?
He stay with you as well?

Yeah, he stayed with us a lot,
but your father
just that one summer.

Do you remember anything else
about my father?
Anything at all?

Well... Just that he taught me
how to shoot my first gun.

Yeah, Ashton, I-I...
I liked him. He was...
He was good to me.

And from what I read,
your father was a neurologist,
right?

Mmm, yeah.
Stanford and then Yale.

-Yours?
-Research lab, Cal Berkeley.

Environmental science,
mostly and then sort of, uh...

well, went down
a different path,
I guess you could say.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

It's, uh... Died in 2003,
same as Pearson.

You got a take on Pearson?

DOD, far as I can tell.
High level clearance.

You have any idea why
a government guy

like Pearson would be working
with a neurologist?

No. No, I don't. Me and my dad
were never close, so you know,

he always...
he always treated me like
a patient instead of a son.

Do you have any idea
what the three of them
were doing that summer?

All I remember is they were...

they were holed up in
the garage having think tanks,
as he called them.

Any idea what about?

Not really, no, but I did spy
on them one time.

Yeah, uh, they were watching
these tapes of a... of a man
hooked up to a machine.

Um...

It was weird.

-Hey, Andy, you got a call.
-Yeah.

Sorry, I gotta...
I gotta get some work done.

-Yeah.
-There's a set
of rounds there, man.

Feel free to fire a few off
on the house.

-Thank you.
-Yeah, it was great
to meet you.

-Thank you, I appreciate it.
-All right.

It's looks like
you're jammed up there.
You mind if I...

-Have at it.
-Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Looks like you have
an ejection port malfunction.
You see this here? This...

This spent shell
didn't eject properly.
It's called a stovepipe.

So, what you do
is just tap the mag.

You rack.

Reload right there. Good to go.

Oh, uh...

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Oh, uh... My name's Dale.

Nice to meet you, Dale.

Overheard you saying
you find missing people.

I do.

I could really use your help.
My daughter, Noelle,
is missing.

-Well, how long
has she been gone?
-Two days.

We talk every Saturday.

Waited and waited and straight
to voicemail, every call.

-You tell the police?
-Yes, sir.

First thing I did was file
a missing persons report.

Cops met me at her apartment
for a wellness check
and found her phone,

no signs of forced entry,
no signs of foul play.

But her e-bike is gone,
and that's how she works
and gets around the city.

Okay. Well, it sounds like
Boston PD should still
be looking for her.

Mmm. Unless maybe...
maybe they found something
you're not telling me about.

Okay, look, they found drugs
at her apartment,

so Boston PD said
they can't chase around
some stoner

who's gone missing
for the weekend.

But I'm telling you
that stuff isn't hers.
She doesn't even drink.

Her older brother
was an addict.

He died because of it.

Okay. Where was the last place
anyone saw her?

Oh, uh...

-This is her schedule.
-Okay.

No one has seen or heard
from her since she went
to work Friday night.

Friday night.

"Boston Blaze."

Yeah, some weed dispensary.
Noelle makes deliveries
for them.

You go by there, maybe,
confront someone? Your, uh...

Well, yeah, I did.
I spoke to her manager.

I may have lost my temper,
and he had his goon
toss me out.

Your daughter ever have
a problem with this guy,
the manager guy?

Oh, yeah. She told me
that, uh, he was late
on paying her last week,

so when she asked him for it,
he blew his lid.

He got up in her face,
started yelling
and threatening her.

I told her, "Quit."

She told me
she couldn't afford to.

Is that why you're here?
Playing with guns. Trying to...

Maybe planning to do
something stupid?

I don't know what to do.

Look, mister,
I don't know what you charge,

but I promise you I will find
some way to pay you.

No one will help me.

I'll help you.

Hey, Reenie,
how's New York treating you?

Yeah, pretty good.

A trip with my mom,
you know, spas,

-Broadway, your kind of thing.
-Yeah.

I can get you a ticket
to Mamma Mia tonight,
if you want.

That's very sweet.
But I've already seen it
a couple times.

You, uh... You enjoy yourself.

Did you get my text?

Yeah, Randy filled me in.
I didn't even know
you were in Boston.

Just passing through.

Anything on that dispensary guy
she had a problem with?

Yeah, I talked to my guy
at the Boston
public defender's office.

Uh, it's a Vince Unger, 35,
on parole,

manages a Boston Blaze
weed dispensary.

And caught his first charge
for distribution

at the age of 18, overachiever.

Okay. Well, Noelle's father's
pretty convinced

this guy has something
to do with her disappearance.

Looks like he's got a prior
for assault

and an ex-girlfriend took
out a restraining order.

Well, thanks for the info,
Reenie. I appreciate it.

Yeah, let me know
if you need anything else.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You're smoking more profit
than you're delivering, dummy.

- I'm gonna take it out of your ass.
- -Whoa!

Mind your own business.
- I got this.

Come on. No.

You Vince?

What do you want from me?

-Noelle Buchanan. Where is she?
-No idea.

Then why'd you beat up
her old man?

Self-defense. Crazy old bastard
came in hot, accusing me.

He was looking
for his daughter.
You do something to her?

No, bitch did something to me.
She bailed before she finished
her deliveries.

Never came back with my money
or my weed.

Come on, get up.
Come here, come here.
Sit down. Sit your ass down.

Where was she delivering to?

I ain't telling you squat.

I gotta protect the privacy
of my customers.

How about I call the police,
have them swing by, huh?

File a report, assault.

Pretty sure that's a violation
of your parole.

She was supposed to
do drops in Cambridge,
but she requested the harbor.

-Why?
-How should I know?

Probably one of
the big spenders
in that part of town. Tips.

Did she seem nervous,
worried, anything like that?

She was all over the place.

She was rushing around
like she was late,
but her shift just started.

How many deliveries
did she miss?

Five that I know for sure.
I'm still calling around.

You lay a finger on her
or her dad ever again,

I'm gonna come back here.

And I don't want to
come back here, okay?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Show me her delivery schedule.

Mr. Voss?

Colter Shaw?

Officer Crosby.

-Thanks for the call.
-Yeah.

Dying on the can,
just like Elvis, poor guy.

Uh, what were you here
for exactly?

I was, uh, looking
for a missing woman,
Noelle Buchanan.

Okay.

I saw the visitor's log
in the lobby.

Saw she was the last one
to visit the suite.

I noticed her e-bike out front.

And, uh, the window's open.

Right. Well, that window
only opens from the inside,

which means that she
or someone came down this way.

There's no forced entry,
no external injuries.

The guy had atrial fib,

high blood pressure,
and Lipitor on the shelf.

The stall door was open.
It was unlocked.

Do you ever use
a public bathroom

and leave the stall door
unlocked?

I'm just saying, someone else
could have done it.

There are medications
that trigger cardiac events.

Okay, this has been fun,
Sherlock.

I will tell you what,
I will file
for an extended tox report

if that makes you sleep better.

Randy?

Yo. Got into
your dead lawyer's call log.

-Anything?
-Yes, sir.

Got an outgoing call
to a taxi service.
9:00 p.m. Friday.

So, this lawyer
calls her a car,
sends her out the fire escape.

Must have figured
she was being followed.

-Yeah, what the hell
is this girl into?
-I don't know.

Her boss said
she was in a hurry,
requested a different route,

same neighborhood
as this lawyer's office.

I don't know about you,

but the only time
I needed a lawyer
was when it was bad news.

Yeah.

Anything else from the phone?

There's a voicemail
that he never listened to.
Came late Friday.

-From who?
-Looks like a burner.

Can we hear it?

Uh, most people? Hell, no.
Me? Different story.

See, usually voicemails
are stored in the cloud
and security's pretty tight.

But if I create a proxy number

and trick voicemail service
into thinking that
the call is coming

- from the owner's phone...
- You got it?

Yeah, man,
like five minutes ago.
Queuing it up now.

I'm at your place.
Haven't heard back from you.

That's Noelle.

Please call me back.

She sounds scared.

-She's definitely
running from something.
-Or someone.

Okay, so she needs help.

Goes to this lawyer,
and he tries to protect her.

I guess they got to him
before he could help her out.

It said on the voicemail,
she's at his place.

That's right.

- Okay, got his home address.
- I don't know.

He gave her a burner phone,
sent her out the fire escape.

I don't know why he'd send her
to his home address.

Okay, well, it looks like
he has a rental property.
He Airbnb's it.

It's got to be the one.
Send me that address.

You got it, man.

Thanks, Randy.

- Hey.
- Yo, Colt.

So, I did a global search
on our lawyer's online activity
before he died,

and it looks like his entire
search history has been wiped.

Let me guess, after he died.

You got it, but whoever did it,

didn't realize that he logged
into his LexisNexis account.

Online legal records portal.
What was he looking for?

Okay, so he pulled a bunch
of cases from over the years,

but they all seemed to
come back to this one family,
the Bennings.

This old money family
out of Austin.

Bennings. Hold on a second,
I know that name.

Bennings, yeah.

Noelle worked a party
for them the night before
she disappeared.

A place called
the Rosewood Chateau.

Rosewood Chateau.

Very fancy-ass place.

Uh-huh. Velvet rope vibes.
I dig it. What you thinking?

She works that party,
then she needs a lawyer.
Something happened.

Let me widen the search.

Oh, damn.

Some dude who worked
that same event...

Uh, a waiter named
Aaron Delaney,
he was found in an alley

outside of Rosewood Chateau
after a tequila launch party.

What happened?

Police ruled it a mugging,
strangled to death,

phone, and money stolen.

-Are you buying this?
-Nope.

I'm also not buying that
that lawyer had a heart attack
in the bathroom.

I was thinking the same thing.

So, Noelle sees
this waiter murdered,
goes to the lawyer for help...

Someone follows her from
the lawyer's office back here.

They take her,
make it look like a robbery.

Bennings
are definitely involved.

Thanks for letting me shower.
Water pressure
in my place sucks.

No problem.

So, you, uh...
you want to grab lunch?

You know, I kinda thought that
this was gonna be the part
where you said that...

"I had a great night
and that was really fun.
See you around."

You know, and then we both
just know we wouldn't.

I had a great time last night.

-That was really fun.
-Mmm...

See you around.

I'm gonna write my number down,
so you have it.

-Okay.
-Just in case.

You never know.

You never know.

Oh.

Hey, Colter.

You all right?

Yeah, never better.

Get anything on
the Benning family?

I sure did.

Like you can't throw a rock
in Boston

without it hitting a plaque
with the Benning name on it.

A lot of influence, huh?

They restore
historical buildings
and bankroll politicians.

They even host
the police commissioner's gala
every year.

Sounds like a family
that's obsessed with optics.

You think?

You get a look at those case
files Randy sent?

Yeah, I sure did.

And it's a load of NDAs
and gag orders and intimidation
by countersuits.

I mean, these people work hard
to hide their dirt.

So, they got a team of lawyers
cleaning up their messes.

Well, that's usually
how it works,

but I've got a guy
that I can talk to.

Uh, just give me a bit.

All right, I'm gonna head
to the Rosewood Chateau.

Noelle was
working a party there.
Maybe somebody saw something.

Let me know
if you find anything.

Enzo.

Reenie Green.

- Thanks for making the time.
- Sorry for short notice.

Please, you say the word,
and I'll clear the cal.

Still like an Aperol spritz
in the afternoon?

Oh, you know, I would, um,
but I just don't have
much time,

so I'm gonna cut right to it.
Yeah?

Do you still manage the assets
for the Benning family?

No, not for a while.

Look, there's a missing girl,

and she might have crossed
with the Bennings,

got into some trouble.

Okay, uh,
I'm not touching this.
And you shouldn't either.

The...
These aren't people
that you poke around at.

Enzo. I just want to know
what kind of trouble
they're covering up.

All right? And seeing as how
you oversaw their money,

I'm thinking,
you've seen how this works.

Are we talking, the old man,
Gene Benning? He's cutthroat.

He will do anything
to protect the name.

It's recent.

The missing girl,
she worked catering
for a tequila launch party

that the Bennings
were paying for.

And that exact same night,
a waiter from that party,

a guy named Aaron Delaney,

he was found dead outside
the alleyway of that bar.

Well, if it's recent,
it's not Gene.

He battled bladder cancer
and then he found religion.

- He's trying
to rebrand himself.

Okay.
So, if it's not the father,
then who?

Maybe the son, Graham.
Apple, tree...

But half as smart
as the old man.

Okay, tell me about him.

He's blowing through
his trust fund.

Rehab in
three different countries,
weapons charges.

And that's just the stuff
that I've heard about,
so I figure it gets worse.

Okay.

Who makes
their problems disappear?

I need a name.

Reenie, talk to me.

Okay, so get this, the fixer
who cleans up for the Bennings

-goes by the name MC.
-What's his story?

Well, her story is that
she's an absolute bulldog.

I mean,
she was in crisis management
in Silicon Valley briefly

and then went into
single-client representation

as a private family attorney.

So she's the Bennings' lawyer
and their fixer?

Yeah. And, needless to say,
she is very good
at what she does,

kinda like someone else
you know.

I think I'm already
on her radar.

What do you mean?

She sent somebody to
cut my brake lines while
I was at the lawyer's rental.

Wait, what?

Think they were staking
the place out because
he came back to finish the job.

Oh, my God,
Colter, are you okay?

Better than the other guy.
I'm in his car right now
searching through his GPS nav.

Think they followed her
to the lawyer's office

and then to the rental
where they kidnapped her.

Okay. And so where
would they take her from there?

Benning estate.

Well, my source thinks that
it's the son, Graham Benning.

So she's cleaning up
one of his messes.

- I'm sending you
a picture now.

Got it. On my way.

It's me. Let me in!

Bro, you're not supposed
to be here.

Come on, let me talk to her.
She won't say anything.

All right. Now, you think
she went to that lawyer
for estate planning?

She had the chance
to stay quiet. She didn't.

Come on, Milo.
She'll listen to me.

All right, so number one,
it's Mr. Simmons to you,
not Milo.

We are not friends, kid.

And two, you said
she wasn't gonna talk,

that you'd convinced her
it wasn't what it looked like,

and he was just passed out.

Now, did that stop her
from going to a lawyer?

No, it did not.

There has to be another way.

Yeah, she can run her mouth
about you strangling
the waiter.

And how do you think
that'll go?

I told you,
I was high out of my mind.

It was an accident.
Just listen to my plan.

All right. All right.
What's your plan, Graham?

-Call the police?
Confess to murder?
-I should.

You'll spend life in prison.
Try and think it through.

Ow! That hurts.

The guys inside
will do a whole lot worse.

Graham, honey. Are you okay?

MC, thank God you're here.
I-I don't think
we should do this.

Okay. We will figure
something else out. Sound good?

-Really?
-Of course, honey.

Come on,
I want to hear your ideas.

Let's see.

Yeah. Time for your next dose.

No, no.

Oh, no, please, please don't.
I swear...
I swear I won't say a word.

You got fight,

but I don't think
you've realized
what you stepped in here.

No one's gonna believe
I'm a junkie.

They will.

They'll find the drugs
in your apartment
if they haven't already.

And with your brother being
an addict, it's easy math.

How do you know
about my brother?

No! No! Please, please--

No! No!

Down.

Down. Down.

I think it's best
if you let me handle this.

Handle?

Haven't I always
taken care of you?

Like when you totaled
your 911 high on cocaine?

Or when I had
your name scrubbed
from the police report

after you paid
underage strippers to come
to your birthday party?

Remember the scholarship
that I had to give

that girl you clipped in
a hit-and-run in Vegas?

I know I'm a screwup, MC,
but I think we should
call the police.

I'm glad you're telling me
how you feel,

but contacting the authorities
will not get us

a permanent solution
to this problem.

Your only option
is to trust me.

Hmm?

Do you trust me?

What are you
standing around for?
Set up a table. I'm paying you.

Oh, no, I don't work here.

Then you should
get off my property.

-I'm just looking for Graham.
-What do you want with my son?

-Talk with him.
-Not today.

We're having
a fundraiser here tonight.

I'm sure my son
doesn't remember,

but I'm certain you're not
on the guest list.

It'll just take a second.

Gene, everything okay?

Another one
of Graham's friends.
Handle this, will you?

I'll take care of it.

Madeline.
I help manage the estate.

Must be a big job.

It is.
So what can I help you with?

-I'm just here to see Graham.
-Right. One of his friends?

Mmm... Sure.

Well, sorry,
I haven't seen him.

Sure about that?

What did you say
your name was again?

I didn't.
I'm, uh, gonna see my way out.
Good to meet you.

Should I follow him?

No. You have work to do.

Colt, you get in?

I got in.
I found Graham Benning.

He's in his bathtub.
He's dead, wrists slit.

-Suicide?
-I don't think so.

I think maybe he got brave,

become a loose end
that they had to tie up.

Damn, man,
these people are ruthless.

If she had him killed,
that means
something went wrong.

I need to find Noelle now.
I'm running out of time.

Whatever you need.

Okay, I'm staring
at his phone right now.

There's a message on here
putting the blame on him,

and there's a photo of Noelle.

Can you use the Bluetooth
on my phone to hack into his,

find out where that message
was sent from?

- I can get you close.
- Good, do it.

Connecting now.

Okay,
we're in and tracking.

All right, came from
the northwest corner
of the Benning Estate.

Okay. Looking at that now.

There's a secure room
there behind a gate.

I see it, yep.
That's got to be it.

Hey. Noelle?

Look at me. Hey. Come on.
Come on, honey. Breathe.

All right. Come on.
Keep breathing. Look at me.

Can you open your eyes?
Hey, can you hear me?

Thank God it's you.
I heard gunshots.
I called the police.

She's OD'ing.
Needs a paramedic.

- Um... Here.
- Hang in there.
Stay with me.

Narcan.

- There we go.
There you are. Hi.

It's okay.
It's okay.
I'm here to help you.

Here to help. Deep breaths.

That's good.

You carry Narcan?

You never know
when you might need it.

The police are on their way.

Okay.

- Come on, I got you.
I got you. I got you.

Okay. Hang on.

Dad?

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
what was going on.

It's okay.
It's all gonna be okay.

Is she safe now?

She's back with you.
She's safe.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You did a good job with her.

I don't even know
where to start.

I got to thank someone up above
for letting me cross your path.

Glad everything
worked out for you.

I may not have much,
but I owe you everything.

Just tell me
what I can pay you.

Hmm.

That gun you had at the range,
it's a Springfield, right?

Yeah, yeah, it-it was.

You got your daughter back.

I don't think you need
the gun anymore, right?

So what do you say you hand
that over to me, call it even.

Yeah.

Whatever it is
that brought you here.
I hope you find it.

Me too.

Could I at least
buy you dinner?

Sounds good,
but, uh, I got one more stop
I gotta make, so...

Thank you.

Take care of each other, okay?

Yeah.

You forget something?

Didn't forget anything.

Just thought we had
more to talk about, MC.

Thank you.

You spoken to
the lead investigator?

Quite a bit to sort
with the family.

I had no idea
what Graham was up to.

Yeah, what was that?

I'm sure the police can provide
you with details.

No, no,
I want to hear it from you.

Apparently, he strangled
an acquaintance
during a dispute.

Noelle was witness to it.

Aaron Delaney,
that was his name.

I'll take your word for it.

Graham arranged
for Noelle to be kidnapped

by the man
who tried to overdose her,

the same man who he had dispose
of a friend's body in an alley.

The police say they have texts
to prove it.

Hmm... Actually, Graham's been
unstable for years.

Seems he couldn't handle
the mess he made.

Almost hard to believe.

-It is, isn't it?
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, not the first time
you've done this, is it?

-I just work here.
-Mm-hmm.

So what is it really?

-I don't understand.
-Yeah, you do. Come on.

It's just the two of us
talking out here, right?
You can tell me.

That guy that
you had cut my brake line.
He didn't report back, did he?

You knew exactly who I was
before I showed up here.

So, what, you moved to plan B?
You told Gene Graham
is too much.

He's too...
too much to deal with.
It's the only way out.

Amputate a limb,
save the patient.

Never heard it
put that way before.

I'm just happy that Noelle can
go back to her life now.

You covered your tracks
pretty well. You really did.

The way I see it,

the only way you get caught now
is if something else happens
to Noelle.

So you're pretty much forced,
aren't you? To stay away.

Like I said,
I'm just happy Noelle is safe.

That poor girl's been through
so much.

She has.

I know what you did.

-Love that for you.
-Mm-hmm.

The thing is with people
like you, you slip up.

You're gonna make a mistake,
and you're gonna get caught.

Maybe.
But it's not gonna be today.

But it will happen.

I just hope I'm here
to see it when it does.