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(Gun firing)

JOE: Previously on Memory of a Killer...

DAVE: That contusion

on Henry Bloch's head was pre-mortem.

Looks like Henry Bloch was murdered.

ANGELO: Where would he take the bullets

once he picks them up from here?

He mentioned something about an old power plant.

(Gun firing)

Who paid the Ferryman to kill my daughter?

LEO: It was personal.

JOE: Did you get a new phone?

Decrypt this without

losing the incoming calls and the outgoing calls.

Okay, Leo. Let's see who you've been talking to.

NICKY ON PHONE: Leo?

AGENT GRANT: Your father's reaction

on the day of the shooting, that was remarkable.

He was in the military.

JOE: Angelo, come on. We got to go.

ANGELO: I killed him for you, Michael.

What are you talking about?

ANGELO: You had said if we'd caught it earlier,

there were treatments that could help.

(Somber music plays)

♪

PRIEST: What is the nature of your burden?

Lately... I've had doubts, Father.

What kind of doubts?

About who I am.

About what I do.

I'm afraid I might end up... hurting the people close to me.

Sin takes many forms, my son.

What do you do?

I kill people.

For money.

Some sins are...

crimes of passion, desperation.

But what you describe--

Is what?

The Church teaches that all sin can be forgiven,

but the sinner must truly repent,

must make amends.

What about sins against children, Father?

Oh, they are among the gravest.

What about you?

Are you making amends?

Uh... I...

I don't understand what you're asking.

Francisco Rivera.

That name ring a bell?

Uh, I don't know what you've heard.

There were others. Dozens.

You talk about repentance,

about making amends.

This is your chance.

Confess what you've done.

There's nothing to confess.

They need someone to blame for their troubled children.

(Sighing) This is your last chance, Father.

You don't understand what it's like.

The loneliness, the isolation.

I-- I tried to resist.

- I-- I prayed. - (Racking slide)

No. No. No. No.

No! No! No! No! That's not--

(Gun firing)

(Sighing)

♪

(Tense music playing)

(Phone ringing out)

NICKY ON PHONE: Leo?

Leo, where the hell have you been?

I've been calling you all day.

Leo?

(Phone ringing out)

NICKY (Echoing): Leo? Leo,

where the hell have you been?

I've been calling you all day.

Leo?

Hello? Hello?

Leo? Leo, where the hell have you been?

I've been calling you all day.

(Echoing) Leo? Leo?

(Tense music playing)

(Phone ringing out)

- (Tones beeping) - RECORDED VOICE: We're sorry.

You have reached a number that has been disconnected

or is no longer in service.

WOMAN ON PHONE: Neurological Associates.

- How may I help you? - Yes.

I'd like to make an appointment.

WOMAN ON PHONE: What's the nature of your appointment?

ANGELO: Um, I'm-- I'm having memory issues.

I'd like to talk to the doctor about that.

WOMAN ON PHONE: No problem, sir.

- Are you a new patient? - Yes.

WOMAN ON PHONE: When can you come in?

As soon as possible.

- (People chattering) - (Phones ringing)

- Henderson. - Hey.

I've got some updates for you on Henry Bloch.

So, since the blood splatter analysis came back,

we've been working through everything else we collected,

and... we found fibers, up on the bridge.

They don't match anything Bloch was wearing.

When Bloch fought back, he must have grabbed his attacker.

The fibers transferred.

It's a high-end wool blend.

Actually, it's-- it's even better than that.

It's Italian wool, very expensive Italian wool,

the kind that only maybe high-end designers would use.

- Can you trace it? - To identify the exact garment,

the specific manufacturer,

we'd need more than just the fibers.

- Okay. Like what? - Uh, zipper, trim, padding,

something that would give us a manufacturer's signature.

Without that, we know it's expensive,

but we can't narrow it down to who made it.

Alright. What else you got?

We expanded a perimeter search,

moved further away from the bridge, and found this.

It's Bloch's phone. Must have fallen out of his pocket

as he was dragged through the woods.

We got into his records,

but the encryption on these communications,

it's sophisticated.

How sophisticated?

Multiple payments made to Bloch,

routed through channels we can't access.

DAVE: Offshore routing.

Layered access protocols.

Whoever did this knew what they were doing.

This is someone with resources, knowledge,

and someone who knew how to cover their tracks.

You think Bloch was receiving orders?

Had to.

I want you to keep working on these fibers.

I need to know everything--

brand name, price point,

where it's sold, everything.

HENDERSON: Yeah. On it.

(Car horns honking)

MAN: The MRI shows atrophy in the main memory areas.

Combined with your cognitive assessments

and your family history,

we're likely looking at early onset Alzheimer's disease.

How long do I have before, uh...

- ...you know? - Before you can't remember

your address, your birthday?

That's what everyone wants to know.

It could be...

three years.

Could be ten. Everyone progresses differently.

What can I do?

Well, there's two different medicines

we could try.

One is a pill. Boosts your memory.

But your symptoms will only improve a little.

(Doctor clearing throat)

And the other?

The other is more aggressive.

It's an intravenous medication, but it's not a cure.

It only slows the progression of the disease.

It doesn't arrest it.

What other symptoms should I be aware of?

Well, there are really two buckets,

cognitive and behavioral.

Cognitive symptoms include memory loss...

...difficulty making decisions...

JB: You're the only one he'll listen to!

I don't deserve to die!

DOCTOR: ...finding one's way around.

And the behavioral?

Anxiety.

ANGELO: I worked so hard keeping Maria safe.

DOCTOR: Frustration.

Nothing is going to jeopardize that.

DOCTOR: Increased levels of suspicion.

Leo?

What other... treatment options are there?

DOCTOR: Well, there are some clinical trials

that aren't yet FDA-approved,

but they've shown promising results.

How promising?

Angelo, I'm going to be frank with you.

There's really nothing you can do

to stop the progression of the disease.

It's just the unfortunate reality of Alzheimer's.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

(Somber music playing)

DOCTOR: Uh, Angelo, one more thing.

ANGELO: Yes?

Do you have a family?

I have a daughter.

Good. A support system is essential.

You're going to want to talk to someone,

someone you can be totally honest with.

Thank you.

(Ominous music playing)

♪

(Gun firing)

MAN 1: Cease fire!

MAN 2: Alright, weapons down!

Safe to check your targets!

Back for more practice, huh, Maria?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm trying to get better.

DEREK: Yeah. You're taking my advice on your stance, too.

Yeah. It's helped a lot. Um--

You alright?

Yeah. Just, uh, can I ask you something?

Let's say someone was looking

for something pretty basic, reliable,

and let's say

they didn't want to wait six months for a permit.

- Mm-hmm. - Well, does anyone ever

pay for those in cash or something like that?

Yeah. Sure. It's possible.

Anything's possible.

What's the rush?

Just trying to protect my family.

Okay.

There's a big difference between shooting one of these,

uh, paper targets and human flesh.

You know that, right?

- I know that. - Okay.

See, here's the thing.

You're in your house. It's 3:00 in the morning.

Your hands are shaking, and they will be shaking.

It doesn't matter how much you practice.

And you got two seconds to decide

whether or not the person coming toward you

is actually there to hurt you.

Yeah, two-- two seconds,

and if you pull that trigger,

there's going to be blood on the floor, on your walls.

But here's the thing nobody tells you.

That person?

They've got a favorite song.

Yeah. A mother.

A whole universe inside their head.

Memories, dreams,

You know, stupid jokes they tell.

And in one second, you end it,

all of it, forever,

because you decided.

But if someone breaks into my house--

Yeah. Yeah. If. If. And maybe you're right.

Maybe they were going to hurt you,

but you'll never know for sure.

Right?

And you got to live with what you did,

with being the person who ended a life,

who had that power and used it.

Don't bring that into your world

unless you're ready for all of it to be real,

not an idea.

Real.

(Tense music playing)

(Sighing)

HANNAH: It was a virtual war.

She said two was plenty,

but her husband always wanted three.

(Children chattering)

Like he should get a say.

Right? So, finally, she caves,

and at the 12-week checkup, she gets the dreaded news.

No. Twins.

(Both laughing)

Poor Jenny.

Emma looks so happy.

She is, finally.

You both seem like you're doing really well.

Something change recently?

I think I'm finally getting out of a bad situation at work.

(Phone buzzing)

- (Chiming) - HANNAH: Who's that?

Uh, nobody.

It's, um, a guy that I've been seeing.

HANNAH: That's great. A nice guy?

NICKY: I think so.

HANNAH: But?

It all got complicated.

(Pensive music playing)

It's been a long week. That's all.

You ever think about slowing down the work thing?

Why do you ask?

I don't know.

I guess the last few times I've seen you,

you've seemed... kind of distracted,

like your mind was somewhere else.

Well-- (Clearing throat)

--selling copiers doesn't sound stressful,

but you would be surprised.

NICKY: Hmm.

What?

You know that thing you said

about cleaning your gun with lithium

at low temperatures?

I'm not a gun expert, but I looked it up.

It's not really how lithium works.

You looked it up?

(Chuckling) That's sweet.

I didn't realize you cared so much

about my gun maintenance routine.

I care about you.

I care about you, too.

And I can tell when someone's covering up something

and won't admit it.

What are you talking about?

Okay. This is going to sound like a strange comparison,

but my mom finally quit drinking

when she was 62.

Took her that long to admit she had a problem.

What are you...

For a long time, I watched her mind play tricks on her.

She'd insist she'd told me something she never said,

or-- or she'd forget whole conversations we had.

Little things that just didn't add up,

like saying lithium works at low temperatures

when it doesn't.

I'm fine.

You sure?

Yes.

I just want you to know I'm here, Angelo,

if you ever need to talk.

(Angelo chuckling)

(Italian music playing)

(Beeping)

- Forty-nine. - Mm.

(Beeping)

Ah. Fifty.

I love cash.

Cash is king.

I miss the days when everything was in cash.

- I'm sure you do. - Yeah. Well, so, Dutch,

he wants to keep this clean, right?

No receipts, no paper trail, no nothing.

How much are we talking?

We got 50 large for each cop.

- Not cheap. - (Scoffs)

Trust me. It's worth every penny.

Where is Dutch, anyway?

JOE: He's away visiting colleges with his kid.

- Hey, Angelo. - Where were you?

ANGELO: Just talked to Dutch.

Got our next job.

Thought you were here to wash dishes.

(Eddie laughing)

- What's going on? - EDDIE: Dutch gave us this

- for the slush fund. - Oh.

He wants to get a few cops over in the 35th on the payroll,

you know? Eyes shut, mouths closed.

Just another day in the office, huh, Eddie?

Community outreach. It's part of the job.

- Good to see you. - See you, Angelo.

- See you, Joe. - See you.

Thanks, man.

ANGELO: What?

That last job, you want to talk about what happened

- at the end there? - Nothing to talk about.

Job is done. End of story.

Yeah. No. Just, you seemed a little, you know--

ANGELO: What?

JOE: Nothing.

We've got work.

Our target, Gene Hanson.

He cleans money for the Russians in Coney Island,

or he did until he stuck a knife in their backs.

DA got to Hanson,

convinced him to flip.

Yeah? Why aren't the Russians locked up, then?

Well, the DA wants to milk him for press, right?

Get him on live TV,

show the world that he's tough on crime.

Got you. So once the dog and pony show's over,

the immunity deal is inked,

and Hanson turns state witness.

That's why we need to get to him first.

Okay, but isn't Hanson under guard around the clock?

He is. That's why we need to do this during the interview.

After that, we lose him forever, and then

they're gonna just stick him in witness protection.

Wait. Dutch wants us to kill this guy on camera?

Mm-hmm. Thursday. 2:00 PM, live.

- (People chattering) - (Phones ringing)

(Knocking)

- Jeff, is Maria-- - She's fine.

We need to talk.

What's going on?

Maria won't talk to me

about what's going on with the investigation,

so I'm asking you directly,

is my wife in danger?

- We're still investigating. - That's not an answer.

- Jeff, it's-- - Should I be worried,

yes or no?

Sit down.

This case is complicated.

There are layers that I'm still trying to understand.

I just want to be able to help, you know?

I-- I've been thinking about hiring someone.

- Someone? - Private investigator.

My uncle does that kind of work.

Maybe it could be useful.

Jeff, I get it, but bringing in someone else right now

could really complicate things.

You mean it could compromise the investigation?

It could. If your guy starts asking questions,

digging around, it's going to make it harder

for me to do my job.

Okay.

Look. I know... you and Maria dated,

and I can tell you still care about her.

I see the way you look at her.

I need to know. Are you making decisions about this case

based on what's best for the investigation

or what's best for Maria?

Both.

I've been feeling like I'm losing her.

Since the shooting, it's just, she's...

she's keeping things from me.

Give her time.

I can't just sit around, Dave, while she's in danger.

- What-- - Maybe this will help.

The FBI is involved now,

which means we have access to all their resources,

some of their best people.

Trust me. Your family is in good hands.

Okay.

But if you need anything from me,

just let me know.

I will.

And for what it's worth,

I'm glad it's you on this case.

I'm glad it's someone who cares.

JOE: Hanson is one paranoid bastard.

Lives in an ultra-secure high-rise in Midtown.

Honestly, I've never seen a security system like it.

So how are you going to get into the apartment?

I can't get in. Seriously, I don't know what to tell you.

I've worked through every single situation and scenario.

It's impossible.

Impossible? That's the answer you want to go with?

I suppose there must be a way,

so I'll keep trying.

ANGELO: Yeah.

But you know, what if I couldn't?

Couldn't what?

Find a solution.

What's your point?

No. I'm just wondering, you know.

What did you do...

How would you do this without me, I guess?

Would you like to find out?

No. I'm just saying, you know,

years of taking apart phones,

coding, breaking and entering--

I sort of provide a service to you at this point, don't I?

Are you feeling underappreciated,

like you need some credit?

No.

Maybe.

Look. I know you've got daddy issues,

but I'm not your old man.

I'm not here to hand out hugs.

Shut up, do your job, and be grateful

you're no longer mopping the employee bathroom.

Okay? That enough credit for you?

JOE: Mm-hmm.

And find a way in.

(Door slamming open)

AGENT GRANT: Detective.

Thanks for coming in on short notice.

I-- I just have a few questions,

just some things which have bothered me since day one.

Please.

Shoot.

Why did you guys show up at the hospital

less than 24 hours after Maria was shot?

Unless the FBI was already watching.

We were. Henry Bloch was a person of interest.

We've been tracking his movements for months.

Tracking him for what?

Bloch worked for multiple clients.

Organized crime, corporate espionage.

He wasn't the only one we were investigating.

So whoever hired him--

Oh, could have been anyone with money, connections.

Why Maria?

(Sighing)

Has Maria's family ever been involved with anything

that might draw this kind of attention?

I mean, business disputes,

legal issues?

No. Nothing like that.

Maria's mother died in an accident?

Drunk driver.

Yeah. It must have been devastating for Maria's father

to lose his wife like that

and then to nearly lose Maria, too.

What are you getting at?

I'm talking about motive, Detective.

Who loves Maria so deeply

that they would do something like that?

Her husband? Her father?

Wait. Are you suggesting--

Well, Angelo Flannery was former military, wasn't he?

Yeah, but that doesn't--

That kind of skillset doesn't just go away.

If someone he loves is in danger--

(Scoffs) Angelo Flannery is not a suspect.

He's a grieving husband, a civilian.

He's a good man,

and the idea that he could have--

I'm sorry. That's absurd.

Well, I'm just looking at all possible scenarios.

His daughter was shot.

Henry Bloch tried to kill her,

and now, Bloch is dead.

Listen. I, um-- I'm going to have my team put together

everything that we have on Bloch's network,

his known associates, previous jobs.

We're going to share all of that with you.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Look. I know you're a friend of the family,

and I really do hope that, uh, I'm wrong about Angelo.

I hope that this investigation leads

entirely in a different direction,

but I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't look

at every lead, no matter how uncomfortable it might be.

(French jazz playing)

♪ Je ne veux pas travailler ♪

♪ Je ne veux pas déjeuner ♪

(Nicky chuckling)

How do you imagine your life in 10 years?

Where do you think you'll be?

In 10 years?

Retired, laying on a dock...

hopefully still breathing.

(Both laughing)

Oh, I have to make a call.

- Everything okay? - Yeah, it's fine.

I just have to finish up this business call.

One second.

♪ Je ne veux pas déjeuner ♪

♪ Je veux seulement oublier... ♪

(Beeping)

RECORDING: Please enter your password.

Yeah.

Thursday. City Island.

The old shipyard.

Pier 12. Yes.

Midnight.

Yeah, I know it's tricky and risky.

Well, he...

But if he has what he says he has...

RECORDING: To check your voicemail,

please enter your password.

He has proof.

The Ferryman and who his identity really is.

RECORDING: Goodbye.

(Beeping)

I'll see you at 12:00.

(Jazz song continues)

- Sorry about that. - Everything good?

Yeah, it's all good.

It's a, uh...

boring business call.

Where were we?

You were just telling me that retirement plan.

- You want me to continue on? - Yes, please.

JOE: I was able to hack into Hanson's system.

Looked through mountains of footage,

including about six hours of this guy without pants

I wish I could unsee.

But I finally got something.

I found these on Hanson's bedside table.

It's Sotalol and Amiodarone.

Heart meds.

JOE: Very good, but not just that.

You see this?

See that scar on Hanson's chest?

The little bulge right next to it,

that is a characteristic of an ICD.

It's an implantable cardioverter-defibrillator,

sensitive to certain frequencies.

All we got to do is give him a jolt.

- Cardiac arrest. - And you can do that?

As long as I get this within two feet of him.

It's an RF transmitter.

How do we get access to Hanson, though?

You need to get on Hanson's sound team for the interview,

and then I'm going to need security credentials.

JOE: The clearance my guy got us isn't that deep,

but it should be good.

Should be?

You been on a TV set before?

(Chattering)

No. Why?

Trust me. A lot of people standing around doing nothing.

They won't even know we're there.

(Tense music playing)

After you.

Ah.

♪

You mind hitting the studio?

You're building security, right?

Yep.

Which one?

What?

East or west?

We're shooting in both today.

Uh... floor 23.

(Beeping)

- HANSON: Hey, where we going? - Dressing room, Mr. Hanson.

It's totally secure.

(Tense music playing)

ANGELO: Only 13 minutes to get in the dressing room

and switch out the mics.

I'll follow Hanson.

Find the mics. Get to work.

- Copy. - ANGELO: Mm-hmm.

♪

(Chattering)

ANGELO (Over radio): What's going on?

Looking.

Bingo.

JOE (Over radio): Got eyes on the mics.

ANGELO: We got nine minutes.

Hey, sorry.

Man, Reggie needs me to, uh, check those lavs again.

Check them for what? The batteries are all hot.

Yeah. That's what I told him. I don't know. Levels.

- Levels? - Levels.

I mean, you want to stick around

and deal with this nonsense, be my guest,

but they got fresh donuts at crafty.

Okay. Knock yourself out.

JOE: Switching out mics now.

ANGELO (On radio): Eight minutes.

I got the transmitter into our mic.

Is it labelled? (Clearing throat)

No. I'm good. I know which one it is.

Hi, Mr. Hanson. Nice to meet you.

Thank you. Thanks for having me.

- Great having you here. - Thank you.

Hanson's going into the dressing room now.

He just greeted the host.

JOE (On radio): Copy. Four minutes to go.

Is the room clear for entry?

Give me a second. Security just stopped someone

in the loading dock with a weapon.

They were asking what floor Hanson was on.

They have him detained, but they need backup.

I can cover the door for you if you need me to.

Stairwell?

Yeah. Right this way.

Wait. What loading bay doors are we--

Get on your knees. Put your hands on your head.

Whoa. What are you doing, man?

MICHAEL: Angelo, wait.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Angelo... what did this guy do?

(Distant clanging)

No.

(Suppressed shot firing)

(Thumping)

(Suppressed shot firing)

JOE (On radio): Hey, did you hear me?

Am I clear?

ANGELO: Yeah. Clear.

(Chattering)

I'll be right there.

HOST: Are you okay?

HANSON: Yeah. Yeah. I'm fantastic.

After this, I get full immunity,

witness protection, and a beach house in the Caribbean.

HOST: That's... one way to look at it.

HANSON: (Scoffs) Sweetheart, I played 'em all.

Sometimes the smartest guy in the room actually wins.

(Footsteps approaching)

Sound's here.

Mr. Hanson, let's get you mic-ed up.

- (Grunting) - ID.

Hey, listen. He's with us.

- Can we move this along? - Yeah.

HOST: We're going to air in two minutes.

- BOTH: Yeah. - Of course.

Apologies, Mr. Hanson.

Here. Get you, uh, standing, wired up.

HANSON: Okay

JOE: Here we go.

HOST: Good evening, New York.

Tonight we have an extraordinary guest,

Gene Hanson,

the financier whose name has long been whispered

in connection with organized crime's most powerful figures.

But after years of moving money with the mob,

he's made the difficult decision

to cooperate with law enforcement.

He's here tonight to bring his former associates

to justice.

Mr. Hanson, welcome.

- (Beeping, powering up) - Thank you. (Gasping)

HOST: Mr. Hanson, are you okay?

- MAN: He's in cardiac arrest! - Oh, my God!

- (People gasping) - Mr. Hanson?

WOMAN: What's going on?

(People chattering excitedly)

(Tense music playing)

Hey.

(Ominous music playing)

(Guns firing)

- (Woman screaming) - ANGELO: You okay?

Stay with her!

(Firing)

(Knocking on glass)

(Door opening)

- Hey. - DEREK: Hi.

(Door closing)

You sure about this?

- Yup. - Okay.

You never know who you are,

whether you can really use it,

until that moment comes, eh?

Thank you.

And I hope you never find out.

(Sighing)

(Italian jazz music playing)

ANGELO: Time to celebrate.

Ready for a drink?

So, how did you know which mic it was?

I didn't.

JOE: What?

I guessed.

You-- you-- you guessed?

One in three. It's better than nothing.

Angelo, those are terrible odds.

You can think you have the perfect plan,

accounted for every variable,

but that is not how life works.

There's always the X factor.

Sooner or later, something always goes sideways.

So you make a choice.

Any choice is better than none.

Well, what if you'd been wrong?

ANGELO: Well, then we, uh, improvise.

We create a diversion.

Find a way.

When the bodyguard knocked the mics to the ground,

you kept your head.

Most people see chaos, and they freeze.

That's when we need to see opportunity.

(Clinking)

You'll lock up?

- Yeah. No. I got it. - I got to go.

Good job today, Joe.

Thanks.

(Pensive music playing)

"Good job today, Joe."

(Turn signal beeping)

(Tense music playing)

♪

ANGELO: Okay. Here we go.

(Car door opening, closing)

Come on, Nicky.

Who did you tell?

(Car door closing)

(Laughing)

WOMAN: Are you sure no one comes here?

MAN: Yeah. (Laughing)

(Woman laughing)

(Ominous music playing)

Here's everything from his last visit.

I could lose my license. I could lose my practice,

everything I've built.

Keep giving me what I need,

or you'll lose a lot more than your license.

(Tense music playing)

(Exhaling)

(Sighing)

I went down there, to your bridge,

where they found the body.

I poked around like you asked me to.

- And? - (Rattling)

UNCLE: Went down there after dark.

Ducked the police tape. Did my own sweep

of the area where the guy got killed,

- and I found something. - A button.

It's not just a button. You understand?

That button came from a fancy jacket.

Who's wearing something like that out there on that bridge?

(Tense music playing)

So, how could they miss something like this?

They searched the scene right after they found the body,

but there was a storm that week, remember?

Water was high.

The visibility was crap.

And I found it stuck in some tree roots

right under the bridge.

JEFF: But it's just a button.

I mean, how does that help us find the killer?

(Clucking tongue)

(Sighing)

(Theme music playing)