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I can't keep lying.

Yes, you can.

You're gonna tell Vice to leave me alone.

- The fuck? - If you ever come near

my partner again, I will press your reset button.

I'm not really sleeping lately.

What have you been thinking?

I tried to write it in a letter.

Is he even gonna open it?

Shane knows me. I read it, out loud.

And whatever happens next is up to him.

Oliver St. Ledger is living

- with my little sister. - Megan?

You call him. She's done some really stupid shit

- that you need to fix. - Oliver?

It's Megan Martin.

Her and her whole family are crazy.

I am sorry.

Your brother didn't do anything wrong.

It was me.

I really needed you to say that to me.

And I'm so in love with you.

I'm so in love with you.

So, do we think

Megan Martin is somewhere in the world

with or without Oliver Kennedy...

Well, did you ask the guy about pre-foreclosure mediation, or...?

I don't even know what that means.

The bank is supposed to give us a chance to, like, work something out

before they just put the house up for auction.

Yeah, 'cause banks are so reasonable that way.

It's not about reasonable, Mom, it's the law, so...

They enjoy making people homeless for a living.

- That's not true. - Oh, Jesus, Shyla, will you please

stop defending them?

They are about to take our house.

I mean, where the fuck are we gonna go with all this shit?

♪ Have you got color in your cheeks? ♪

♪ Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type ♪

♪ that sticks around like summat's in your teeth? ♪

♪ Are there some aces up your sleeve? ♪

♪ Have you no idea that you're in deep? ♪

♪ I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week ♪

♪ How many secrets can you keep? ♪

♪ 'Cause there's this tune I found ♪

♪ that makes me think of you somehow ♪

♪ and I play it on repeat ♪

♪ until I fall asleep ♪

♪ spillin' drinks on my settee ♪

♪ Do I wanna know ♪

♪ if this feeling flows both ways? ♪

♪ Sad to see you go ♪

♪ Was sorta hoping that you'd stay ♪

♪ Baby, we both know ♪

♪ that the nights were mainly made ♪

♪ for saying things that you can't say ♪

♪ tomorrow day ♪

♪ Crawlin' back to you ♪

♪ Ever thought of callin' when ♪

♪ you had a few? ♪

♪ 'Cause I always do ♪

♪ Maybe I'm too ♪

♪ busy being yours ♪

♪ to fall for...

♪ Now I've thought it through ♪

♪ Crawlin' back to you ♪

♪ Ever thought of callin' when ♪

♪ you had a few? ♪

♪ 'Cause I always do ♪

♪ Do I wanna know ♪

♪ if this feeling flows both ways? ♪

♪ Sad to see you go ♪

♪ Was sorta hoping that you'd stay ♪

♪ Do I wanna know? ♪

Linus did this.

I know it was him.

- Did you see his face? - No.

But it was his car.

It was the same one from the drive-by at the Fairgrounds last year.

That was when I met him.

He said he didn't do it, but this was him

telling me he did.

This time, the shooter used the wrong weapon for the job.

Now, you're telling me he's selling pills to kids

down at The Crossings?

Yeah.

Yeah, he does, but this is not about that.

None of this is about the case, Karl.

He's gonna fucking kill me.

- I'm so fucking stupid. - No, no, no. No.

Don't say that. You're not stupid.

It's the M.E.

Reardon.

Yeah, we'll be there.

Preliminary autopsy is ready tomorrow at 8:00 a.m.

Mitch.

Come and get Reardon.

Clear the house when you get there, all right?

Then I need you to call Freddy,

have him cover the house from the front and the back,

- all night. - No, I don't need that--

No, listen.

You need it.

Come on.

Thanks.

So, do I have to call you Megan now?

Do you want to?

Not really.

No? Okay.

Well, that's probably good.

I-I weirdly feel more like a Ciara now anyway.

You know, I-I remember you.

Vaguely. Yeah, I-I w... I was never in your house,

but I remember, I saw you once from the car.

You were, you were, uh, trying to use your scooter on, like, a gravel driveway.

Did your parents dig, like, a big hole

in the front yard and try to put in an aboveground pool in it?

Yes.

- I can't believe you remember that. - Your sister sold us weed.

- Shyla. - She probably stole it from my dad.

She still lives at home, but my dad is long gone.

You ever talk to him?

You know, Christmas, birthdays, whatever.

If he remembers.

I'm really sorry that you lost your dad.

I-I, I didn't lose him.

He was never there in the first place.

Oliver!

Oliver, it's me.

Oliver.

Oliver!

Oliver!

Thank God.

I've been so worried. Y-Your phone's going straight to voicemail.

Yeah, I turned it off.

You turned it off--

What the fuck is going on?

Why is she here, Oliver?

She's my girlfriend, Dan. She lives here.

Oh, okay.

Aren't you gonna ask me to come in?

Hey.

Nice place.

Only the best for Oliver St. Ledger.

You must be Megan.

Megan Martin.

I'm Dan Troxler. I believe we spoke on the phone.

No, I know who you are. My sister told me about you.

Oh, I see.

Well, if you're anything like her,

I'd say Oliver's gotten himself into some serious shit.

Dan.

This doesn't have anything to do with her.

I...

I should have told you what was going on

- in the beginning-- - What's going, what was going on?

What is going on?

I mean, from what I understand, this woman has infiltrated your life

under a pseudonym, like an asset working for the KGB...

- That's dramatic. - ...and this is your reaction?

You-you turn off your phone and you make her breakfast?

She made breakfast, actually.

You know, when your father and I first discussed the idea

of you leaving Narragansett to get away from the constant innuendo,

I warned him about the dangers of living under an alias.

That one terrible mistake

just invalidated your entire personhood.

But some of my fears were practical. H-How would you get a job?

You know, have a family?

Live a normal life?

But I never thought of anything like this.

This is my way of saying...

this is partially my fault.

- Partially your fault? - Do you mind

if I have a moment with my client alone?

Hey, whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of her.

No, no, it's fine. I really don't need to hear any of this.

Let's sit down.

No. No.

Let's get this over with now.

Um, I'm not your client anymore.

For years, you-you... y-you convinced me that you were the only person

who really knew me.

You kept me isolated and scared.

But Ciara, she really does know me.

I mean, everything. Everything about me.

And she's still here.

Yeah, her name isn't Ciara, and she's here for your money.

No. No, Dan, she's not.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Aren't you here for my money?

Hmm?

Right?

I mean, at least she isn't quite literally invested

in my mental instability.

God, I-I am so relieved

that we...

that we're finally done.

We're done with this.

And I'm done with you.

Then I must warn you,

I feel compelled to tell the police the truth.

You remember this?

It's the letter you wrote to your girlfriend's brother

confessing you killed Paul.

You fucking kept it?

You never sent it to him. You fucking kept it.

I was trying to protect you, and I did.

You were trying to protect yourself. You manipulated me.

For years, you did it to me, and then you did it to Shane,

and you did it to his whole family.

We've all been living in your lie, in the reality that best suits you.

My intentions were pure and my responsibility was to you

and to your father, not to anyone else.

You know, now, without the guidance of a therapist,

I have reason to believe you're a danger to yourself

and others.

I have so much evidence,

not just this.

Years of our interactions, recorded.

Here.

Listen.

"I have no excuse to keep living this lie that was constructed to victimize you."

Why-why are you doing this, then-then? You want me to go to prison?

"I need to take full responsibility

for the crime I committed that wasn't about anything other

than my own unchecked rage--"

Keep it.

I have a copy.

I'm sorry it came to this.

No, you're not.

Or you wouldn't have been so ready.

True.

True, true, true.

You know, when you think about it, there is another way to resolve this.

Let me ask you this.

What is the value of all the tools I've given you,

that you'll still use in perpetuity to manage your life?

I don't know. You tell me, Dan.

Five million dollars?

Ten million dollars?

You'd still be holding your breath all day

if I hadn't taught you the basic human function

of the intake of air.

Not only that. Think about this:

What is the value of the burden that you've been to me

for so many years?

Or the value of my silence in exchange

for your unearned life of freedom--

We can't trust him.

The cause of death was simple blunt force trauma.

A blow to the head created a segmental fracture of the parietal,

causing hemorrhage.

The chemical decomposition was assisted by the heat,

but it was the time that pushed it so far.

How long did-- When this occur?

Couple of weeks?

Extreme decomp destroys any reasonable guess.

But there's some good news.

The DNA was in the database.

Daniel Troxler.

He's a shrink

from Narragansett.

Well, he used to be.

He's on probation with the feds.

Lost his license two years ago for paying a nurse

to mule stolen propofol across state lines.

So he's practicing without a license.

I mean, he barely even had one in the first place.

This guy isn't a Ph.D. He's a fraud. All right.

His car's here in town.

It's been sitting in impound since the 18th of last month.

Should you go down there?

I was gonna go back to The Crossings

and look at the surveillance from the 18th.

Have CSR spray some luminol down on the ground there, so...

All right, well, I'm gonna pull what I can on Shane's sister Megan.

We're talking about St. Ledger here.

Them kids long gone.

Heard what happened.

Glad you're okay.

We need to download later.

What are you gonna tell her?

I don't know. The truth?

Yeah, I don't know if that's gonna help you right now.

Yeah, well, I have to, even if it doesn't, so...

Can...

Can you help me with something here?

Why would you do something like that?

I need you to help me understand.

No, you don't. You understand.

You, of all people, understand.

Sick of being you?

Is that good enough?

Yeah.

Well...

Hey, I'm gonna...

need your help with something.

Snatched it off your bitch-ass boyfriend's neck.

Don't call him that. Get that shit out of my face.

Throw that shit away.

Nah. Nah, I might need to use it later.

For what?

What do we do now?

I'm thinking.

I need to make a phone call. I got a guy.

I have a guy, too. But it's a woman.

Oh, shit.

- It's my sister. Fuck. - Fuck her.

No, I got to get it. I got-- Dude. Fuck.

Yeah, hold on. Hold on, Meg.

Yeah... what is it?

Wait. Shit, shit, slow down. What are you...?

Okay, Meg, you need to listen to me.

Hey...

D-Do you want my help or not?

Okay.

Do you remember like five years ago

Andrew Delaney ripped off those lobster traps up at Casco Bay?

Well, they found his body in a bathtub.

Whoever did it dissolved him down to the fucking bone

in, like, oven cleaner,

or maybe it was drain cleaner or bleach.

It was probably a mix all of that, but nobody knows

because they were smart enough

not to buy the shit at the store.

And they turned a heater on to make sure it happened faster.

Within a week he was like, gone.

It took the cops ages to identify the body

because they also left all this other shit around.

Okay? Like clothes and all this stuff that just wasn't his.

By the time they did figure out who he was,

no one gave a shit, okay?

Because the guy totally fucking deserved it.

Was the killer ever caught?

He ran away. No one knows where he is.

I don't know what's gonna happen.

Look, Meg, you can't use that phone again.

You need to get a burner.

And you know you can't come home.

Yeah. I know.

- Call me, okay? - I will.

I have a feeling that you're better at this part than I am.

Running away from my problems? Yeah, I'm a fucking expert.

Can you get everything out of that safe for me, please?

The code is 13-73-24.

- Do you get that? Okay. - Yeah.

Hey, Sykes?

Yeah, I-- I, uh, I need a favor.

Yeah, can you have somebody meet me at Marshfield today?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, it's a...

clean slate, but I'm bringing a friend.

Yeah, I don't know, we just need to get away for a while.

I don't know how long.

Yeah. Thanks.

All right. We'll be there.

5:00. Got it.

The best way to do this is just, uh, shed the skin.

Put whatever you can't live without in here, we can buy the rest.

But I think you should go see your sister.

Say goodbye.

Is that okay? Can I do that?

Yeah. Just don't meet her anywhere you've been before,

and don't tell her where you're going.

- I don't know where I'm going. - You will.

Later today.

Meet me at 5:00 p.m. at Marshfield.

Okay? You can take a shuttle from Logan, it'll get you right there.

What's Marshfield?

It's an airstrip for private planes.

My plane is in hangar 36.

Take this.

You bring it when you meet me.

But that's your bag.

Yeah, it's okay.

It's okay. I trust you.

All right.

Here's what we got the day of the crime.

Now, people think that you can just fast forward

through a month of footage, but you can't.

It takes just as long to look at it as it does to live through it.

It's like a metaphor for life.

No matter how long, it moves fast. You blink, you miss it.

Hey, do you think...?

Do you think I'd make a good cop?

You want to be a cop?

No. No.

Well, maybe. I-I haven't really thought about it until now.

Don't get me wrong, I hate cops. But not you.

You know, you...

You made me think, man, I don't know.

Maybe they're not all bad.

Did you always want to be a detective?

Man, I don't even know if I want to be a detective right now.

- You serious? - Hell yeah.

I grew up hating cops just like you.

Just fell into a job as a security guard,

working with a bunch of ex-cops who got into it for the right reasons, you know?

Truth, justice, that sort of thing.

And BPD

is union, so, you know, I figured I'd give it a shot.

That part.

Couple promotions later, here I am.

Now, my partner,

she always wanted to be a detective.

You know? Ever since she was a kid.

She seems cool.

Yeah, she is.

You know that guy?

Aw, come on, dawg.

Don't lie to me, man. Not after all of this.

Man, that's Finch.

He's where I get my bars and my buzz, and sometimes my kicker,

but don't you tell him that you heard it from me.

Nah. Nah, nah, nah. You ever, uh, you ever see him around here?

Yeah.

You ever see him with injectable propofol?

I wouldn't-- I w-wouldn't know any of that, man. That's not my bag.

Yeah, but you could believe it, though, right?

I could believe anything after all the shit I've been seeing around here lately.

You know where I might find him in any of this?

Maybe.

Listen, if you could find him for me,

on the low,

that would make you my CI.

I mean, it's not a cop, but, you know, it's cop-adjacent.

Okay, that's-that's some scary territory right there.

It's a scary job.

- If I was to do that... - Uh-huh.

...would I be eligible for compensation?

- Damn it, Kevin. - What?

I mean, it's like you are so predictable.

I'm consistent, is what I am.

We having a moment, man.

- I'm reliable. - You feel what a beautiful moment?

Brother got to eat.

I ain't mad at you, man.

Wait, hold up.

Pause it, pause it, pause it.

- Oh, that's not Finch. - Nah, nah.

That's Dr. Dan, the head-shrinking motherfucking man,

taking his last elevator ride to the bathtub.

Looks like at 7:48 a.m. on the fifth floor,

which is the same floor as Apartment 11.

Print that up for me. All right?

Yes, sir. Today is actually turning out to be a good day after all.

- Where you going? - I got something

I got to do, but you already know what you got to do.

Ain't that right, Deputy Kev?

Yes, sir, I do.

Yeah, you do.

Deputy Kev.

Ooh!

Okay, calm. Be cool, be cool, be cool.

Be cool.

I don't know what to say.

This is all so strange.

Yeah.

What's in the suitcase?

Uh, it's Oliver's.

Just all of his stuff and mine.

I'm meeting him at 5:00, but...

I wanted to make sure that I saw you first.

Where are you gonna go?

I'll let you know when I get there.

I can't believe...

Dan fucking Troxler.

He deserved to die.

You know that.

I don't know what you remember,

but he deserves to be in the fucking ground.

I remember...

that you hated him a lot.

And that he took out a restraining order against you.

Yeah.

When he came over this morning to check in on Oliver,

he brought this letter

that Oliver wrote to Shane.

He wanted to take responsibility for everything,

and Dan wouldn't let him do it.

You were right.

And I'm not trying to make excuses for Oliver. At all.

And I think that not hating him anymore

has really helped me.

I know you think I'm crazy.

I know you're crazy.

But you did what you had to do.

I just wish you didn't have to leave.

What did you tell Mom?

Nothing yet.

You know, she's like an entirely new person

now that she's not about to be homeless.

I think she'll get it.

The last thing either one of us wants

is for you to go to prison like Shane.

I know that this is what's right for Ciara.

The hardest part is that Megan's gonna be gone.

- That's not true. - Yes, it is.

You already are.

Well, then, why don't we just go?

You know, just you and me.

We can drive away from all of this.

It'll be just like how you used to say in high school, right?

We'll start over somewhere,

somewhere better.

There's enough money in that bag

- for a new Mercedes and-- - Stop it.

Just stop, okay.

It's not helping.

I need to get home.

But, um...

...wherever you end up, I'll come see you.

You promise?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll buy you a first class ticket.

Coach is just fine.

Hey.

Hey.

How you doing?

Shitty.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I-I just... I wanted to say thank you.

For everything.

You've, uh...

...you've always look after me, you always treated me like family, and, uh--

You are.

I know me coming here

and-and, uh,

and working for you, it wasn't easy for Alison,

and it put a lot of tension on your... on your marriage,

and I just wanted to say, uh,

I'm sorry... for that.

I'm, uh...

I wanted to be able to say I'm sorry.

Uh...

Maybe she was right, you know? About me.

Maybe-maybe she was right about me.

What's going on?

So, you hooked up with this guy after he bought you presents?

Yeah.

Yeah, that makes it sound even worse, but, yeah.

Yeah, it's true.

My first contact with him was at his apartment.

Mm-hmm.

You know, I was there to question him,

but he was, you know, flirting with me, so,

when he eventually showed up,

I knew what he wanted.

I wasn't being manipulated, I just...

I thought that when I said I was done with it, he'd be scared

and he would just let me go.

But, um...

Yeah, now I know he won't, and I get to be the one who's scared.

All I can say is I'll talk to Vice.

But we can't

keep a car in your driveway for the rest of your life.

I know.

That's my problem, not yours.

Meanwhile,

might help if you make things right with Connolly.

That's not up to me.

He's not one to hold a grudge, not against you.

He's too good, Lee. He's not replaceable.

I know.

We all want the same thing here.

Go get back to work.

- I will. - Mm.

Last favor?

Besides keeping Internal Affairs off your back?

Karl and I want to pass off The Crossings case.

Thought you were close.

Yeah, we are, but I have a connection

to one of the suspects.

Finch is a suspect?

He might be.

All right, you see that black bird on top of the telephone pole there?

- Yeah, I see it. - Yeah?

I see its face.

- Ugly, right? - Yeah.

Yeah, man. What else you see?

Airplane.

Hey, kids.

Hi, Aunt Lee. Dad said I could have his old binoculars.

Those are my old binoculars.

Can I have 'em?

I mean, do I have a choice?

Hey, I locked the front door. It was open.

Was my fridge open, too?

I'll Venmo you.

Can I offer you a hot dog?

So, how'd it go?

You first.

Good.

Russo agreed to pass off the case to Flynn Shannon.

What did you call him

when he made detective?

I believe the term was "a lazy peckerwood."

Yes. Yes.

Hey, listen, he won't ask a lot of questions.

- Best man for the job. - This, and only this time, he is.

So, Troxler goes in the building,

never comes out.

Who do we think whacked him? Our boy or the girl?

It was Megan Martin.

What makes you say that?

Troxler was St. Ledger's shrink.

He knew way too much about him.

It was a threat to his freedom.

Yeah, see, to me that says he did it.

Nah. Mm-mm.

It was her.

Trust me.

She didn't want to lose him.

Based off of what information?

Hunch.

You know my hunch is always right.

Okay.

Hey, so maybe it's not fair of me to ask,

uh, but I have to.

It's too sad to live in this place where we go to work every day,

but you're like, "I can't do this, Leez,

I want to get out of here, I hate this place."

Karl, if you are...

...I get it.

Okay? I hear you.

But I just-- I got to know...

...what you're gonna do.

I'm gonna put this hot dog on the grill.

And burn it, like you fucking like it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I'm gonna put the bun on here, I'm gonna burn that, too.

'Cause that's how you roll.

And you always get your way.

Good.

And don't you forget it.

Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?

Yes.

Ciara...

Megan...

deserves to go back to her life.

- This time it's not your fault. - It is.

It's all my fault.

I know you think that you're balancing the universe

by sacrificing yourself for her, but...

...is this what she really wants?

Look at me.

Things weren't always easy.

But being with Alison

was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I'd never have given that up,

even if I thought it was the right thing to do.

Hey.

Thank you. For everything.

Hey.

When the prosecution calls, I'll say we never met.

See ya.

- Ms. Wyse? - Yeah?

Mr. St. Ledger seems to be running late.

Uh, would you like to board?

It's almost time for takeoff.

Uh, can you give me a couple minutes?

'Cause h-he hasn't called me yet.

Actually, and I know this might sound like a funny question, but...

you don't happen to know where our plane is going, do you?

Reykjavik. Have you been?

I have.

Yeah. We usually go for Christmas. It's, uh, really lovely.

Do you have a house there?

We do, we do.

Or I mean, you know, I think it's our house.

I get confused.

I'll be right there. Thanks.

- Sorry for being late. - Oh, my God.

Thank God.

You scared me.

You thought I wasn't coming?

No, I knew you were coming.

So... Reykjavik?

Yeah. I have access to a private compound on a thermal spring.

Michelin chef, private security, five-star everything.

It's, uh... fucking awesome.

What do you think?

I think...

...that that sounds...

like hell.

I'm really sorry. It's just not me.

Okay, well, I mean, we don't have to go to Reykjavik.

Where do you want to go?

♪ As I separate my cardboard...

Dear Mom,

I hope you can forgive me the way I've forgiven Oliver.

He's more like us than I ever thought.

♪ My spirit wakes up asking...

Everyone has secrets.

Everyone tells lies.

For whatever reason, fate seems to be on my side lately.

Maybe the universe believes in karma.

♪ Home's trying to be...

Did Oliver pay for my mistakes?

I know I paid for his.

So did we.

For years, we paid dearly.

♪ I always say they'd love your mind...

But now, I hope you'll agree that we're all in a better place.

♪ We all get out of our minds ♪

♪ Just don't glamorize it ♪

♪ But doesn't it feel like the end? ♪

Some people are just meant to be together.

Even under the worst of circumstances.

♪ And maybe we're not prepared ♪

♪ that this might only be day one...

When I came to find Oliver,

I never could've predicted where we'd be now.

Or the dark and twisted road we would travel to get here.

He ignored every red flag to follow his heart.

And I ignored the past, hoping that the future would be different.

We were totally naive to think all these wrongs could make a right.

But this time, they did.

Everyone calls me crazy.

But hey, let's be honest, so is he.

♪ Thinking of ourselves, we are...

Sometimes I look at our gorgeous baby, Shane,

and I ask him...

"Are you crazy like your mommy?

Or crazy like your daddy?"

♪ When we can't even agree...

I can't wait to see what will happen tomorrow.

And the day after that, and the day after that.

♪ Home ♪

Love always, me.

♪ Home's trying to be America ♪

♪ They just don't advertise it ♪

♪ But doesn't it feel like the end? ♪

♪ Something's coming for us ♪

♪ And maybe we're not prepared ♪

♪ that this might only be day one ♪

♪ But doesn't it feel like the end? ♪

♪ Something's coming for us ♪

♪ I think we're not prepared ♪

♪ That this might only be day one ♪