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Hi. Andy Fleming?

-WOMAN: Time's up. Clear the range. -Colter Shaw.

Yeah. What can I do for you?

Uh, your father was 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.

Uh, it belonged to a guy named David Pearson.

-Worked with your dad. -Are you a government man?

No, no. D-Definitely not a government man.

Um, how'd you find me?

It's what I do. I find people.

Could've just called.

Question for you. Uh...

Did your dad ever mention a...

...Ashton Shaw? It's my father.

Maybe the three of 'em might have been doing

some work together.

Wow, 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, uh, 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 liked him.

He was, he was good to me.

From what I read, your father was a neurologist, right?

Mm-hmm, 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.

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 they 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.

Couldn't, um...

It was weird.

MAN: Hey, Andy, you got a call.

Sorry, I got to, I got to get some work done.

-Yeah. -But, uh, hey,

there's an extra 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.

-All right. -Appreciate it.

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(gun clicks)

(gunshots)

(clicking)

(man groans)

Looks like you're, uh, 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...

spent shell didn't eject properly.

It's called a stovepipe.

Uh, so, what you do is just tap the mag...

-(metallic thudding) -...you rack.

Then reload right there.

Good to go.

Oh, uh...

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Oh, uh...

My name's Dale.

Good to meet you, Dale.

Overheard you saying you find missing people?

I do.

(exhales)

I could really use your help.

My daughter Noelle is missing.

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

We talk every Saturday.

I waited and waited and...

straight to voicemail, every call.

-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 and...

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.

Unless maybe...

maybe they found something you're not telling me about?

Okay, look, they found drugs at her apartment,

so Boston PD said, "We 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.

And where was the last place anyone saw her?

Oh, uh...

This is her schedule.

-COLTER: Okay. -No one has seen or heard from her

since she went to work Friday night.

COLTER: Friday night.

Boston Blaze?

Yeah, some weed dispensary.

Noelle makes deliveries for them.

You go by there, maybe? Confront someone?

Your, uh...

Oh. 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-the, 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 to quit.

She told me she couldn't afford to.

That why you're here,

playing with guns? Try 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.

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(phone buzzing)

Hey, Reenie. How's New York treating you?

Yeah, pretty good.

Trip with my mom. You know, spas, Broadway.

-Your kind of thing. -(chuckles): Yeah.

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

Oh, 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.

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-DRIVER: Dude, I seriously don't know what you're talking about. -VINCE: You're smoking

more product than you're delivering, dummy.

I'm gonna take it out of your ass.

Whoa!

VINCE: Mind your own business.

I got this.

(panting)

Come on.

(shouting)

-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.

Right here. Come here.

-(grunts) -Sit your ass down.

Where was she delivering to?

I ain't telling you squat.

I got to 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 wanted

the big spenders in that part of town. Tips, you know...

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? Okay. -Yeah.

Show me her delivery schedule.

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Mr. Voss?

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(phone ringing)

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CROSBY: 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?

Saw the visitors log in the lobby,

saw she was the last one to visit this suite.

I noticed her e-bike out front.

And, uh...

...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.

That stall door was open, it was unlocked.

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.

(whispers indistinctly)

(phone buzzing)

-Randy? -RANDY (over phone): 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,

and sends her out the fire escape.

Must have figured

-she was being followed. -Yeah.

-What the hell's 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 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 I create

a proxy number and trick the voicemail service

into thinking that the call is coming from the owner's phone...

-You got it? -Yeah, man, like, five minutes ago.

Cueing it up now.

NOELLE (over speaker): I'm at your place.

-Haven't heard back from you. -COLTER: That's Noelle.

-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. -(keyboard clicking)

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

You got it, man.

(exhales)

Thanks, Randy.

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(phone buzzing)

-Hey. -RANDY: 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 seem to come back

to this one family: the Bennings,

this old-money family out of Bah-ston.

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.

(softly): 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...

And someone follows her from the lawyer's office back here,

they take her,

make it look like a robbery.

Bennings are definitely involved.

(Reenie sighs)

Thanks for letting me shower.

Water pressure at my place sucks.

No problem.

So, you, uh...

want to grab lunch?

You know, I, um, kind of thought that this

was gonna be the part where you said,

"I had a great night,"

and "That was really fun,"

"See you around"?

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

I had a great time last night.

(both laugh)

-That was really fun. -Mm.

-See you around. -(tongue clicks)

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

Okay.

Just in case.

(Reenie sighs)

You never know.

You never know.

(Reenie chuckles)

-(exhales sharply) -(phone buzzing)

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 hitting a plaque with the Benning name on it.

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.

-Yeah, 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.

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(horn honking)

(horn honks)

-(tires screeching) -(horn honks)

(horn honking)

-(tires screeching) -(people yelp)

Enzo.

Reenie Greene.

Thanks for making the time. Sorry for short notice.

-Ah. -Mwah.

Please. You say the word and I'll clear the cal.

-(laughs) -You 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. (stammers)

(paper rustling)

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.

(sighs) 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 at 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.

(scoffs) 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.

(quietly): Who makes their problems disappear?

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I need a name.

(grunting)

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(panting)

(car beeps)

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(car chiming)

(phone buzzing)

-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.

Uh, yeah, and needless to say,

she is very good at what she does,

kind of 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're 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. -(phone whooshes)

Got it.

-On my way. -(engine starts)

It's me. Let me in!

(exhales)

Bro. You're not supposed to be here.

Come on, let me talk to her.

-She won't say anything. -All right.

Now, do 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.

I mean, 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?

-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.

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(door closes)

(exhales)

(sighs) Let's see.

Ah. Time for your next dose.

(Noelle moaning) No.

Oh, no, please. Please don't. I swear...

I swear I won't say a word.

(laughs)

Well, 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!

(shushing)

(screaming)

No, no, no!

(screams)

Come on.

-Down, girl. (shushing) -(choking)

Down, down.

(clears throat) 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? -Okay.

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?

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(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

GENE: 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. -MC: 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.

Seems like a big job.

It is.

So, what can I help you with?

I'm just here to see Graham.

Right. One of his friends.

Mm... sure.

Well, sorry. I haven't seen him.

You sure about that?

What did you say your name was again?

I didn't. I'm, uh...

...I'm gonna see my way out. Good to meet you.

Should I follow him?

No. You have work to do.

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-(buzzing) -Colt, you get in?

COLTER (over phone): 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.

(keyboard clicking)

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.

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-(beeps) -(lock clicks)

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(grunts)

Hey. Noelle? Look at me. Hey.

Come on. Come on, honey. Breathe.

All right.

Okay, you're breathing. Look at me.

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

(exhales) Thank God it's you.

I heard gunshots.

I called the police.

She's ODing. Needs a paramedic.

Um...

-Come on. Hang in there. Stay with me. -Here.

Narcan.

-(gasps) -There we go.

There you are. There you are. Hi.

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

Here to help. Deep breaths.

(panting)

That's good.

You carry Narcan?

You never know when you might need it.

(clears throat) The police are on their way.

(Noelle groans)

COLTER: Hey, I got you.

-(groaning) -I got you.

I got you.

Come on.

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(door opens)

(door closes)

Dad?

(crying)

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

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

Is she safe now?

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

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(sniffles)

You did a good job with her.

(sniffles)

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.

Mm...

That gun you had at the range.

It was a Springfield, right?

Yeah, yeah. It-it was. Uh...

Well, you got your daughter back,

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

So what do you say?

Hand that over to me, call it even.

Yeah.

(sniffles)

(exhales)

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 got to make, so...

Thank you.

Take care of each other, okay?

Yeah.

Did you forget something?

Didn't forget anything.

Just thought we had more to talk about, MC.

Thank you.

Have 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 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.

(sighs) The police say they have texts to prove it.

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 went to plan B, you told Gene,

"Graham is-is too much, too-too much to deal with.

"It's the only way out.

Amputate a limb, save the patient."

Hmm.

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.

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