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[♪ gentle music playing]

[birdsong]

[Tom Brandis] Robbie!

Robbie! It's over!

Put your hands up! Get on the ground!

Put your hands up!

[Anthony Grasso] What the fuck?

[Lizzie Stover] What? What is it?

[Tom] Put the gun down, Robbie.

Put it down!

Put the gun down! Robbie!

Get on the ground, Robbie!

Get on the ground!

Alright, turn back. Everyone, turn back.

No! The fuck are you doing?!

[gunfire]

[Tom] Robbie!

[gunfire continues]

Hey, stay with me, alright?

- Okay? - Yeah.

- [gunshots] - Get the fuck over there!

Now! Go!

Go!

[lieutenant] Go after them!

The fuck are you doing?

We need to get the fuck outta here right now!

- He's got the dope on him. - Forget the fucking dope!

- Fucking go! - I ain't fucking leaving without it!

[gunfire continues]

Fuck!

[Kathleen McGinty] Let's go, let's go. Come on.

Get the trucks, bring 'em around.

Get the fuckin' trucks!

Fuck!

[gunfire continues]

[grunting]

Come on, get up, get up, get up.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Come on!

What the fuck are you doing here?

[Tom groaning]

Put the gun down, Robbie.

Jesus Christ, Tom, you're not gonna shoot me.

- Robbie, put it down. - You got no bullets.

I saw the slide back.

Why didn't you stay at the lake like I told you?

You're fuckin' everything up.

♪

[gunfire]

Shit!

- [gunshot] - [grunting]

[softly] Fuck.

Hey, come here. Hide. Hide there.

Quiet.

- Where are you going? - I told you, I have a plan.

Robbie, you can't go out there.

Robbie.

- [Perry shouts] - [gunshot]

Shit.

[grunting] Ah!

Come on, this way.

[grunting]

[gunshot]

[gunfire continues]

Shit!

[Kathleen panting]

- Ah! My shoulder! - Kath's been hit.

Can somebody make it to the car and get a call out?

Headed back to the bridge now.

Hey, hey.

You get the truck, we'll go get him.

Come on.

[Tom grunting]

[Perry Dorazo] Fuck you!

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

[grunting]

[gun clicking]

[softly] Fuck.

Jayson!

- [grunting] - Jayson!

You want this?!

Is this what you came for?!

[♪ tense music playing]

Get down! Get down!

[Lizzie grunting]

[high-pitched ringing]

Okay.

[Anthony] [voice muffled] Go! Go!

- [Lizzie grunting] - [Anthony] You're alright.

[Lizzie continues grunting]

[Anthony] Lizzie, stay there. You just stay where you are, alright?

- Stay where you are. - [groaning]

[high-pitched ringing continues]

[grunting]

[birdsong]

- [bird squawking] - [wings flapping]

- [knife slashing] - Ah!

[grunting]

[panting]

[yelling, grunting]

[Perry] Oh! Fuck!

[Kathleen groaning]

[panting]

- [high-pitched ringing continues] - [Lizzie] Grasso? Grasso?

[continues panting]

[grunting]

- [shouting] - [Perry choking]

[Robbie growling]

[groaning]

[Tom shouting]

Come here. Come here, you motherfucker!

Fuck!

[grunting] Fuck you!

[gasps]

[flesh squelching]

- [Jayson growling] - [Robbie gasping]

[gasping continues]

[Robbie continues gasping]

[Jayson grunting]

[gasping]

Drop your weapon! Back away!

[gunshot echoing]

[Robbie groaning]

Okay, come on. We gotta get you up.

[grunting]

Keep pressure on that.

Go that way. Get to the trucks, alright?

- If I gotta blast her-- - You fuckin' touch her, I'll kill you.

You understand? Do you understand?

Now, get everyone, and get the fuck outta here!

Per!

Come on!

[engine starting]

- Fuck. - [Anthony] Lizzie!

Just stay where you are, alright?

I'm coming to you.

[Lizzie] Freeze! Drop the gun!

- [high-pitched ringing] - [Anthony] [muffled] Lizzie!

- Lizzie, stop! Lizzie! - Put the gun down.

[muffled] Easy.

Lizzie, hold off. I got a clear shot on him.

- You don't wanna shoot me, sweetheart. - I said, drop the fucking gun!

- [Anthony] Drop the fucking gun! - Easy.

- [muffled] Now! - [Shane] [muffled] Alright.

Alright.

- [Lizzie] Now! - Alright.

That's it.

[muffled] Jesus fucking...

- [Shane wheezing] - Fuck. Fuck.

Jesus. Ah, fucking shit. Fuck.

- Breathe. - [blood squishing]

[high-pitched ringing continues]

[groaning loudly]

[Anthony and Lizzie panting]

[Kathleen groaning]

Did anyone get to the mobile and call for the ambulance?

- Is anyone still going to the bridge? - Yeah.

Yeah, I-- I can make it to the bridge.

- I-- I can get the call out. - Lizzie, wait!

Lizzie! Fuck!

[softly] Go now!

[Anthony panting]

Lizzie!

[Kathleen grunting, panting]

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Ah!

[breathing heavily]

Ah! Oh, God!

I'm gonna head back to the car and see if I can get a call out.

[groaning] Okay. Okay. Okay.

Stay here.

Oh, I was planning on it.

[siren wailing]

Fuck.

[siren continues]

The hell's going on out here? Got a call for backup.

I gotta get him to a hospital.

I still got guys out there.

I got more deputies right behind me.

- They'll take care of it. - [deputy] Got it?

[Tom] Yeah.

[grunting]

[exclaiming]

- [engine starting] - [Perry] Go, go, go, go, go!

[panting]

Lizzie!

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[Lizzie panting]

- [high-pitched ringing] - [muffled panting]

[muffled] Officer down. Send an ambulance to, um,

uh, fuck! [stammers] There's a-- there's a bridge.

Um, uh, exit 36,

um, off the turnpike.

[dispatch] [faint, muffled] Ma'am, slow down. What is your location?

No, I-- I can't hear anything. I-- Just, please,

send everyone now, please!

- [siren wailing] - Hey, how far to the hospital?

- Uh, 15 minutes. - God.

Can you step on it?

♪

- [Lizzie groaning] - [high-pitched ringing]

- [bag zipping] - [engine rumbling]

Lizzie!

[bag zipping]

[tires screeching]

- Lizzie! Lizzie! - [Aleah Clinton] Lizzie!

- [high-pitched ringing] - [Anthony] [muffled] Lizzie!

[gasps]

[gasping loudly]

[Jayson Wilkes] Fuck! Fuck!

[gunshot]

[panting loudly] I'm coming! Don't worry!

Oh, my God. Hey, huh? Lizzie?

Hey, hey.

Oh, fuck. Lizzie? Lizzie?

Will you just stay with me, huh?

You just stay with me now, Lizzie, alright?

They're coming, they're-- they're just around the corner.

- They're just-- hey, they're just gonna come. - [sirens approaching]

You're okay.

Hey. Hey. You're okay, you-- you're okay.

Will you just-- hey.

Hey, Lizzie?

- Hey, they're coming now. - [sirens approaching]

Hey, you-- you did good today. Y-You know?

- [sirens continue] - [Aleah gasps]

[Anthony] Lizzie? Lizzie?

- [tires screeching] - [car doors closing]

[Anthony sobbing]

♪

[officer] I got an officer down, end of the bridge.

- [police chatter] - [sobbing] Oh! No!

[♪ somber music playing]

[siren wailing]

[softly] Robbie, come on.

We're almost there, Robbie, come on.

[siren continues]

Robbie.

- [exhales slowly] - Robbie.

[♪ gentle music playing]

[Robbie Prendergrast] And that's when Uncle Billy and I

saw the Great Dragon.

And we jumped onto its wings.

And... [whooshing]

[Robbie whooshing softly]

[♪ soft music playing]

[Robbie whooshing softly]

[Tom sighs]

[♪ gentle music playing]

[Tom] [softly] Um...

[clearing throat]

Kathleen just came out of surgery.

She'll be back home tomorrow morning.

Did you talk to Lizzie's family?

Yeah. I talked to her ex-husband.

He's gonna pick up her belongings.

[hospital staff speaking indistinctly over PA]

[whispering] Yeah.

It's not your fault.

It's not.

[whispering] Yeah.

- Good evening, everybody. - [Tom] Yeah.

- How you doing, Tommy? - Hi, Dale.

It's nice to meet everyone. I'm Special Agent in Charge Dale Carroll.

This is Agent Marcus Telfair.

That was a tough one out there. How's everybody holding up?

We have counselors standing by if anybody wants to talk.

They'll be available 24/7.

We'll be setting up interviews for each of you for some time next week.

Interviews for what?

[Marcus Telfair] Any officer-involved death

automatically triggers an investigation.

[Anthony] Yeah, but I don't work for the Feds.

- I'm on loan from County P.D. - [Marcus] Doesn't matter.

Because the incident occurred

while you were under the employ of the Bureau,

- falls under our jurisdiction. - So before you sit down with us,

make sure you check in with your union reps.

We'll reach out to your chiefs and notify them as well.

As of now, your assignment with Task is finished.

What do you mean, finished?

Jayson Wilkes and Perry Dorazo are still out there.

They killed Lizzie.

It's all being handed over to Safe Streets now.

Samuel Nance is under the supervision

of Child and Youth Services.

Your assignment's over.

We'll be in touch about setting up those interviews.

For now, there's a car outside waiting to take you home.

Before you leave, I need your weapons.

[sniffling]

[birdsong]

[Emily] W-What was her name?

[Tom] Lizzie Stover. She was a State Trooper

- at the Lehigh Barracks. - [baby whining]

How old?

[Tom] Twenty-nine.

Jesus.

[baby whining]

Please tell me you're going back to the career fair circuit.

When's Andy get into town?

3 p.m.

Dad, I, uh...

Andy and I are separated.

- [Tom] What? - He asked for a divorce.

- A divorce? - [Emily clearing throat]

- Why, w-what happened? - [Sara] No, hold on.

I'm, uh... [sighs]

[cigarette pack tapping on table]

I'm gonna need a cigarette before I get into that.

Did you know about this?

I just found out, um, yesterday.

[Emily clearing throat]

When'd she start smoking again?

She relapsed when you got kidnapped.

- Yeah. - Shit.

[baby babbling]

[♪ soft, dramatic music playing]

[officer] Go ahead.

[faint chatter]

[rustling]

- What's going on? - You can go collect your things.

Diaz, follow her.

Why are you boxing stuff up?

Only other time I've seen anything like this

was a HIDTA case.

Internal Affairs investigated an officer for falsifying evidence.

That's what's going on here? You're looking at one of us?

You finished?

[item dropping]

[♪ gentle music playing]

[clearing throat]

[blinds zipping]

- [Dorsey] Come on. - [gasps]

- Get up. - [grunting]

Here.

- You alright? - [groaning]

I had a couple of visitors this morning.

FBI Internal Affairs.

Spent two hours grilling me inside my office.

About you.

Conducting an investigation into Task.

Yeah. Yeah.

Wanted to know if I ever had any problem with you.

Yeah, did you tell him I was a good boy?

Oh, you got jokes now, huh?

This isn't Delaware County IAD, Ant.

These are Feds.

Department of Justice.

I can't control the narrative on this one.

Did they find Jayson?

Oh, don't-- don't worry about Jayson.

They killed her, Mike.

You know?

Killed who?

Lizzie.

They fucking, they just...

And I had-- I had her in my arms.

And I-- I knew she was gone.

I could feel it in her body, you know,

just this-- this emptiness.

It's a horrible feeling...

inside of me.

Hey.

Look at me. Look at me.

Forget her.

Forget her.

Okay?

[whispering] Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[patting back]

You motherfucker. You motherfucker!

You motherfucker. Fuck you!

Fuck you. Fuck you.

[grunting]

[water running]

[shouting]

Fuck!

Hey. [panting]

They wanna meet with you and your union rep...

on Wednesday morning.

How much do they know?

Nothin'.

Just suspicion that someone was leaking information

back to the Dark Hearts.

You keep your head right...

and we walk out of this.

Just like last time. Understand?

- I'll be in touch. - Alright.

[door opens]

[door closes]

- [Maeve sobbing] - Very, very sorry for your loss.

[Tom sighs]

- Who killed him? - Jayson Wilkes.

- [sighs deeply] - The FBI's, um, heading the search now,

and I'm confident that he'll be,

uh, brought into custody very soon.

Maeve, um, we still haven't been able to find Cliff Broward.

I was wondering if you could tell me, uh,

what you remember about the last time you saw him.

Um, it was at our house.

[Tom] Mm-hmm?

He and Robbie were leaving to go meet someone.

I don't know who it was.

Did he say where he was going?

Wissahickon Park.

Wissahickon Park, not Bailey Park?

No, Wissahickon.

- Huh. - Why?

Leading up to that, we were in contact with Cliff,

uh, through a confiscated cellphone

that belonged to a associate of his named Ray Lyman.

And we arranged a meet-up at Bailey Park,

not Wissahickon Park.

I don't know, maybe it changed.

That's just what Robbie told me.

Did-- did Robbie mention a plan to you?

It's just, on our drive out to Bushkill,

he kept talking about a plan.

[sniffles, sighs]

Just that he was going out there to get the money.

And then, a truck driver was gonna smuggle him

- and Cliff up to Canada. - Canada?

[scoffs softly]

Yeah. Some island or something.

[sighs] It didn't make any sense.

But that was Robbie, you know?

Always thinking of some crazy way he was gonna change his life.

[Maeve sobbing]

Uh, Maeve, we met before.

You remember that?

That night at Boothwyn Shopping Center.

[inhales deeply]

I brought Sam there when I found out who he was.

I was tryin' to turn him in.

Was it you who phoned in the tip?

Yeah.

I tried to leave him at the Val-U-Corner.

[sniffling]

But when I got back to the car, he'd snuck in.

Why didn't you tell me the truth that night

when-- when you had a chance?

I got scared.

I thought that if I got arrested,

they'd take Harper and Wyatt.

And they'd be on their own.

- Yeah. - [inhales sharply]

It was stupid, I know.

I was just really fuckin' scared.

[sobbing]

- [Anne Pressman] Hey, Tom. - Hey, Anne.

[sighs] What are you thinkin'?

Unlawful restraint. Reckless endangerment.

I think we have a decent shot at conspiracy, too.

- What about you? - I don't know.

I-- I think you're gonna have a hard time

getting 12 jurors to agree to any of that.

She just admitted to phoning in the tip

- and lying when questioned. - Yeah, she was afraid

of leaving behind the two kids she's already raising.

I mean, she's a 21-year-old woman,

she's got no criminal past.

If I'm the defense, I'm-- I'm putting her on the stand

and letting her tell her side of the story.

Robbie Prendergrast dropped her into a situation

that she never wanted, she never asked for.

So, we got one kid without a family.

We lock her up, we're gonna have two more.

You asked my opinion, there it is.

[door closes]

- Hi. - Hey.

- What are you doing here? - I-- I don't know.

I guess I just thought I should-- should come check up on you

after the other night, and...

Oh, my God, I'm so... [chuckles]

- I'm sorry about that. I-- - No, no, no.

- Don't be sorry. - Blegh.

I mean, I-- I had fun, you know,

until the Kool-Aid heave and everything.

- Yeah. - [both chuckle]

Um, yeah.

Uh, y-you big into God, or...

- What? - You-- oh, the--

- Oh. - Your shirt.

No, I-- I don't know, I guess I don't--

I'm not really sure what I believe, I guess.

Yeah, my mom used to take us up to this church in Oaks.

It was crazy, they had like a-- like a rock band

and slideshows, it was super intense.

And they'd put on these concerts where people would just, like,

start sobbing because of how amazing God was, or...

[chuckles] For the most part, I kinda just left

feeling like a pretty shitty person.

So, right now, I guess I'm kind of on a--

- a God break. - Hey, I'm sorry.

I actually need to, um, I need to go.

- My nephew's leaving. - Oh.

- Yeah. Okay. - Sorry.

Yeah, nephew's important, um...

Hey, um, I have a-- I have a magic show Monday night.

If-- if you have absolutely nothing to do,

- and if you're around, and-- - Okay.

Oh, okay. Wait, "okay"?

[laughing] Yeah.

- Uh, yeah. - Oh!

Okay.

[banging car] Yeah!

Other side.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[Sara sobbing]

[people chattering]

- How you doing? - [gate buzzing open]

- [basketball bouncing] - [inmates chattering]

[guardian] He's working daily with a child psychologist.

She said he's a pretty resilient kid.

It's not like his life before this mess was any picnic either.

Can I ask, why is he in a juvenile detention facility?

- Pardon? - Displaced kids

are supposed to be in temporary housing.

Ah. [chuckles]

- You mean Covenant House? - Yeah.

Lost its funding and shut down in January.

- What? - Welcome to the dumpster fire

of county finance.

They had this building here, and they repurposed it.

Mm.

- Ah, yeah, thanks. - Mm.

[child coughing]

[clearing throat]

[Tom] Hi, Sam.

Hi.

My name's Tom Brandis.

[sighs]

I was part of the team of people lookin' for you.

Sure are glad you're safe now.

Mm-hmm.

Are those walls there to protect you?

Mm-hmm.

Who's this little guy?

- [Sam] Gertie. - Gertie.

She's a chicken.

She's my friend.

I love chickens.

They're good friends.

[Tom softly imitating chicken]

"Bawk-bawk-bawk."

Very sorry about what happened with your mom and dad.

Imagine that's gotta be pretty tough.

You're quite the builder, Sam.

Thanks.

[♪ soft music playing]

[whispering] Thanks.

- Maeve! - [chuckles]

Come here. [sniffling]

[Harper sobbing]

I know, I know. It's okay.

It's okay.

[♪ somber music playing]

- [TV playing] - [laughing] I don't know what you're saying.

- [Sara] Oh, no! No! - [Emily] Oh! Ew, no.

- Oh, my God. - I think I'm gonna throw up.

[Emily] [laughing] Don't throw up, okay?

Here, come on in.

[Emily and Sara chatting, laughing]

[Tom] Uh, hi, guys.

Sam, these are my-- my daughters, Emily and Sara.

- [Emily clearing throat] - Guys, this is Sam.

- Hi. Hi, Sam. - Hi. Hi, Sam, hi.

Would one of you help him, uh, get started

on his-- his Batman Lego while I go fix him some dinner?

- [mouth full] Do that, and... - Mm-hmm.

Okay. [mouth full] Uh-huh.

- [door closes] - Hi, Sam.

You wanna sit down?

- [Sara] Hi. - Hi.

You wanna maybe, I don't know,

explain who the boy in the other room is?

Dad, what's going on?

- Shut the door. - [Emily] Uh...

- [whispering] Okay. - [silverware clattering]

[TV playing faintly]

His name is Sam.

- [scoffs] - And Sam is?

He's the boy we've been looking for.

From the case?

- The missing boy? - Yes.

Oh, God. I think the concussion

is worse than we thought.

Goddammit! Knock it off, Sara.

- Hey, Dad! - ...and now I'm being goddammit'ed?

- Don't yell at her. - Wow.

What... what is he doing here?

They were keeping him in, in a temporary shelter

that wasn't really a temporary shelter

because their funding fell through,

and there was no timetable for how long

he was gonna have to stay there, and because your mother and I

were-- are still registered foster parents,

I-- I had the ability to-- to take him in.

Hey, that-- that's very honorable, Dad,

but do you really think that's a good idea,

given all that we've got going on in our lives right now?

Yeah, honestly, Sara, probably not, no.

But all I could think in the moment

was what your mother would do if she saw that boy there

alone in that place, and the best answer

I could come up with was to bring him home.

Now, does anyone else want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?

[silverware clattering]

I'm gonna go see if Sam needs any help with his Legos.

- [Tom muttering indistinctly] - [door sliding open]

[Sara] Sam, how's it going out here?

You want some help?

[fridge door opens]

[ice rattling]

I know what you put in there.

What?

That cup. Mm.

You're not fooling anyone.

- Right. - [softly] Yeah.

Alright, you'll sleep in this room tonight.

[Tom groaning]

Whose room is this?

Uh, it's my son, Ethan's.

He's not home?

No, he's living somewhere else right now.

Is he coming back?

I don't know.

Will he be mad that I used his bed?

No, I don't think so.

Good.

You want me to turn this off, or...

Can you stay with me just until I fall asleep?

Sure. I can stay with you.

[♪ gentle music playing]

[Tom sighs]

- [knocking] - [Kathleen groaning]

Coming.

Holy shit, is that an Edible Arrangement?

- Oh, the girls recommended it. - Come on in.

[grunting] How you feeling?

Fucking awful.

I haven't had a decent shit in two days.

- Have some fruit. - Mm!

Good idea.

- Nice. - [clearing throat]

Talked to those pricks at HR this morning.

[slurping] Mm.

They're moving up my retirement date.

I guess there's no point in having a fuckin' cripple hanging around.

- Till when? - Till I find my replacement.

Don't look at me.

[chuckles] Trust me, I wasn't.

- What is it? - Why is OPS investigating Task?

It's protocol, you know that.

Every officer-involved shooting has to be investigated.

Yeah, shooting investigations don't involve also confiscating laptops,

PIVs, and my personal keycard.

I couldn't get into the office this morning.

Your assignment's over, Tom.

Any outstanding issues with Task

- are gonna be resolved by-- - Don't bullshit me.

Come on.

What aren't you tellin' me?

When you were concerned about information being leaked...

I had an analyst look into your team members.

Everybody came up clean.

Except Grasso.

- [scoffs] - [Kathleen sighs]

There was a formal complaint lodged in 2021.

Grasso was part of a Task Force with this other officer

who thought he might be tipping off the gangs.

Every time the Strike Force showed up to raid a house,

the drugs were in the wind.

You wanna guess which gang they were investigating?

- Dark Hearts. - Ding, ding, ding!

It's not exactly a smoking gun, but it's more than enough

for OPS to wanna dig a little deeper.

How come we didn't know about this, Kath?

No formal charges were ever filed.

Grasso lawyered up with an FOP and played chicken

- till the DA bailed. - Jesus fucking Christ, Kath.

I got-- I got a dead Task member.

Yeah, I know, I was there.

Jesus Christ, Tom.

Why don't you just stand down?

Just let the investigation run its course.

[softly] Yeah.

So, what's the word on, um, Jayson Wilkes and Perry Dorazo?

They found their abandoned truck at a rest stop in Burkesville.

Safe Streets posted an All-Points Bulletin with PACIC.

I mean, they're casting a very wide net.

[sighs]

These guys are not gonna last long out there.

[birdsong]

[♪ soft, dramatic vocal music playing]

[fishing line clicking]

♪

[sighs] Come on.

Come on, come on.

[Donna] Oh, you don't like your pizza?

- [Breaker] How we doing? - Hey.

Alright, I'm gonna get you some soda, and then we'll figure out...

Try your fries.

[phone buzzing]

Hey. Jay, what's the latest?

Anything back on Eryn?

[Breaker] Nothing. No one's heard from her.

Well, did-- did you call Rourke or Sayers?

I called all our police contacts.

It's like she dropped off the face of the Earth.

Feds raided the bar this morning.

They cleared the whole place out.

What's the plan, Jay?

I don't know yet. Just, um...

[sniffling] ...call me when you hear something.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Perry] Where you been?

[sighs] Went out for some air.

Yeah?

[Jayson sighs]

Looked to me like you were going out to make another call.

- [sighs] - How many times

I tell you to stay off the fucking phone, Jay?

We still can't find Eryn.

She'd never leave our kids, Per.

Never.

[breathing heavily]

[whispering] Then where the fuck is she?

Hey, why don't you go lie down for a bit, huh?

Get some rest.

I'll cook up some dinner, and we'll head back out to the river

and keep looking for that bag.

[♪ ominous music playing]

[knocking]

[knocking]

- [knocking continues] - [Anthony] Yeah, who is it?

Uh, it's Tom.

- Grasso. - Hey, boss.

Mind if I come in?

Yeah. Yeah, come on.

Sorry about the, um...

I gave the maid the night off.

- Nah. - Yeah.

Here, uh, sit down. S-Sit here.

You want something to drink? I'm gonna...

- Make yourself comfortable, huh? - Yeah, I'm-- I'm fine.

You alright?

Yeah, I'm just gonna grab myself something, alright?

[items clattering]

[bottle cap rattling]

What are you doing here, Tom?

Ah, I was just checking in on you.

You seemed pretty shaken up the other night.

I wanted to make sure you're okay.

I didn't get to talk to you, but you-- did you see it happen?

Yeah.

Oh. That's the toughest part of the job.

You don't feel responsible, do you?

Nah, it's just, uh...

She was a good-- she was a good person, Lizzie.

- Yeah. - She was-- she was brave.

Yeah. I-- I couldn't sleep last night.

Kept backing things up in my head.

Thinking...

she should have never been out there in the first place, you know?

What do you mean, shouldn't have been out there?

Well, the meet with Cliff Broward in the park.

I mean, if we'd taken him like we aimed,

Robbie would have never driven out into those woods,

and Lizzie would still be alive.

Yeah.

Talked to Maeve Prendergrast this morning.

- Maeve? - Yeah, Robbie's niece.

- Oh, yeah. - She, um, she confirmed

something that Robbie told me, uh, in the-- in the car

on the way to the Poconos, that-- that the night

that-- that Cliff disappeared, that Robbie and Cliff

weren't going to Bailey Park, they were going to Wissahickon.

Wissahickon, huh?

Well, maybe she got confused. I mean, she's a kid, you know?

Yeah, that-- that was my instinct as well.

So, I called out to Wissahickon.

I talked to the ranger there.

And they got a camera, luckily, overlooking the trailhead.

[paper rustling]

And that's the Plymouth Breeze

Cliff stole the night in question.

He was there.

How did Cliff...

get out to Wissahickon instead of Bailey?

Is that rhetorical, or you asking me a question, Tom?

There's a complaint that was filed against you

when you were serving on another Task Force.

You mean Operation Broken Pipeline.

They accused me of, uh,

tipping the Dark Hearts off to search warrants.

Were you?

You mind if I smoke a cigarette, Tom?

[cigarette pack rustling]

Fuck it, it's my house, huh?

You know, I've been meaning to ask you something.

[Tom] Hm?

Did you ever hear confession when you were a priest, Tom?

- Every Thursday, 11:00 to 2:00. - Mm.

See, here's a question I always had.

Priest gives you your penance...

and you get on your knees...

and you say your Hail Marys and your Our Fathers.

And then, what?

All those sins, they just--

they just disappear like they never existed?

'Cause, I mean, God don't seem like someone who forgets, right?

So, is it more like when you finally stand before him...

He's all, "Well, we said they were forgotten.

"But now that you're here, Anthony,

we got some things to talk about"?

You ever done something you're sure you can't be forgiven for, Tom?

My son's been sitting in a prison for 14 months,

and I haven't been to visit him once.

Confession's for humans.

It's a human practice to help us deal with the shame.

Confession's not for God's sake.

If you want to be forgiven...

all you have to do is ask.

You see that? You're good, Tom.

You're really good.

I bet people told you all their secrets, didn't they?

Grasso.

Did you direct Cliff Broward to Wissahickon Park that night?

What do you believe?

I believe you did.

Well...

That's the thing between believing something

and proving it.

A million miles lie.

[Tom grunting softly]

[sighs]

I'm comin' for you, Grasso.

So, come.

[door closes]

[Aleah] Wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?

First, they're boxing up all our shit at headquarters,

and then when I go to my chief to ask him to reissue my firearm...

- Aleah. - ...he tells me that I'm on indefinite leave.

- To stay home till further notice. - Aleah. Aleah.

- No, what kind of bullshit is that? - Aleah.

Let's go inside. We got a lot to talk about.

[door opens]

[♪ gentle music playing]

- [Perry] You wanna take this side? - [Jayson] Yeah.

[Wyatt] [shouting] I don't wanna take a shower!

[Harper] He's not gonna take a shower.

Come on, Wyatt, get in before the hot water gets cold.

[doorbell rings]

♪

- Grasso? - Yeah.

Jay! Found it!

[♪ gentle music continues playing]

Can I help you?

Robbie asked me to give this to you.

I'm so sorry.

[bag zipping]

♪

[Jayson] The fuck is this? Where's the fucking drugs?

Where is it?

[♪ music intensifies]

- [music stops abruptly] - [birdsong]

[♪ soft music playing]

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