Original subtitles

- Welcome back to presidential detail.

If the First Daughter is doing something

to jeopardize that, we need to get ahead of it.

- How long do you plan to stay?

- As long as she wants.

- Probation's over.

- I could swear I've seen one of those around recently.

- Jack was my son from my first marriage.

He died five years ago.

- You're a part of this investigation,

and you know that.

- You've always hoped that he was alive,

but I had to tell myself he was dead.

[light music]

♪ ♪

- It's perfect.

[gasps]

♪ ♪

Abby, if you're not down in five,

I'm canceling your fancy rehearsal dinner.

- So uncool, Mom.

- Here, you take this.

I'll take the bubbly.

And in five minutes, your godfather's

gonna kick the door down!

- [laughs]

- Oh, it's organic,

which is French for undrinkable.

How's the toast?

- I'm gonna talk about cartwheels on the lawn.

Remember that?

Our baby's getting married.

- Oh.

Ohh.

♪ ♪

- Ahh. - Ah, the bride.

- Abby, there she is.

- Oh, Abby. [applause]

♪ ♪

[loud explosion]

[car alarm blaring]

♪ ♪

- Mm.

Was the kitchen ever this quiet in my childhood?

- You mean you don't miss the soothing sounds of multiple men

trying to out-talk each other?

Yeah, me neither.

I'm gonna empty the dishwasher.

- Already done.

- You have now done more dishes in one week

than your father did in 26 years.

Thank you.

- It's a bribe.

Can I borrow that cute one-button blazer?

- Sure.

[phone buzzes]

"There was a package bomb sent to the Secretary

"of Agriculture.

It detonated, but no one was hurt."

- Thank God.

- I gotta bring your agency in.

Want to call Division, put in an ask for the assignment?

- I would love nothing more than to extend our hang

and solve another crime together.

- When you were a teenager, I would have sold a limb

to get along with you this way.

- You could have just let me get that face tattoo.

We would have been fine.

- You know you don't owe me anything

for moving back in, right?

Historically, you've had a low tolerance for family time.

- That was a lot of family.

You and me, it works.

- Your boss doesn't hate you.

Didn't you just break a big case?

- Yeah, by going over his head and making him look stupid.

- Oh, yeah, then he for sure hates you.

- He gave me a psychotic amount of work,

because he wants me to fail.

I was gonna meet Natasha's parents this weekend,

and now I have to cancel.

You are just chewing in my ear right now.

- No, I'm not.

- Hang with me while I plow through this tonight?

- Can't. Big work weekend for me too.

Sparrow's going to Turks and Caicos.

- Micah's big work weekend is a Caribbean vacation.

So on-brand.

- You remember spring cleaning,

when I went to that wrestling tournament in Hilton Head

so you had to clean the whole attic by yourself

and there were a ton of spiders?

- Yeah, have a great weekend.

Hope you're eaten by sharks.

- Nobody forced you to leave the military for a desk job.

That one's on you, dude. [munching loudly]

- Oh, ugh.

[bouncy upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- I can't believe we're gonna be on a beach tomorrow.

- In the Caribbean. - [chuckles]

Technically, it's the Atlantic.

- I can't hear you.

I'm too focused on the "you and me on a beach" part.

Small service detail means privacy.

- Barely any sneaking or pretending.

You know, fake distance can become real distance.

You know, you wear a mask too long, it becomes your face.

- That's 100% from your astrologer and/or Batman.

- It's an emotional insight from my astrologer,

who is Batman.

- In 24 hours, no masks, no pretending, no clothes.

♪ ♪

- I have no idea who sent it.

I'm the Secretary of Agriculture.

Maybe some wacko thinks I'm putting fluoride in milk.

May I go?

- Once my investigation is complete, yes.

- My child is getting married tomorrow.

I will not let her life get derailed by some maniac.

Solve this now.

- Sir, this is a crime scene.

As lead agent, I forbid you to--

- Hey! Pizza's here.

Mike Hollingsworth, Secret Service.

We're here to keep you safe until this gets resolved.

Listen, I know this is a pain, but some pepperoni from Primo's

might take the edge off.

Come on in. Help yourselves.

Go ahead, grab a slice.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

We've got you. You're safe.

- Dad. - Yeah.

- What are you doing here?

- Agriculture is ninth in line to the top job.

The service is evaluating whether he

needs elevated protection.

How's it going?

- Well, I was just about to conduct interviews,

but now they're on a pizza break, so--

- In order to protect people, I need them cooperative.

I heard before I got here they weren't, but now look.

- I was handling it.

- And I am helping you to.

Just chill for 20 minutes.

Let me do my thing.

All right? Grab a slice.

I got a sausage and peppers just for you.

- [scoffs]

- Hey, that is not a Bassmaster Classic trophy I see, is it?

- Yes, it is. - Ah.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Hank Baxter, family lawyer.

Retired family lawyer.

- But best all-around friend.

- Is that your dad?

- Yep.

- Really?

I mean, I would have never guessed.

- Hey, Natasha.

My boss is trying to destroy my weekend,

uh, but I'm making progress.

I'll make dinner tomorrow night.

You can count on it. [knocking on desk

Sir.

- Did you hear about one of the deputy prime ministers

of Kazakhstan and the stolen necklace?

- Are you telling me a joke?

- He was here last month and claimed his traditional pendant

was stolen in the White House.

He's due back for some diplomatic meetings,

and unless we show him we're acting on this, he won't come.

There were 11 Secret Service on his detail.

You're gonna help me depose them by Monday.

- It's Friday.

- It's almost like you'll have to work through the weekend.

- Micah.

[groans]

- How old do you think I'll be before I learn how to actually

pack for a weekend?

- [chuckles]

- There you are.

Heads-up, assignment shifts for this weekend.

We're being deposed.

- From Turks and Caicos?

- No, she'll be in Turks and Caicos.

We'll be in a DOJ boardroom talking to a lawyer

and your brother.

- [sighs]

- Uh-huh. [chuckling]

- Yeah, well, that's the main thing.

- OK.

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music]

- What on Earth are those?

- Your husband's threat box,

screened mail to his office in recent months,

grievances and empty threats that

were assigned a low-risk evaluation.

I'm trying to see if someone got missed.

- Someone just tried to blow up my house.

I think it's safe to assume that they missed one.

- Is the family still in danger?

- Bombs are a lot of work.

People don't usually set them off without a reason.

Do you know anyone who might have a reason

to want to hurt your family?

- No.

♪ ♪

- Agent Hollingsworth.

Red ink.

Same handwriting.

♪ ♪

- They're all threatening Abby and the wedding.

This isn't just some fanatic.

This is personal.

And we need to find out why fast.

♪ ♪

- This is an origami crane,

like the one found at the site

of ATF Agent Daniel Ryder's death.

In and of itself, nothing suspicious,

until I saw a crane in the Hollingsworth kitchen.

Marshal Hollingsworth worked the Farrell case.

Logan Welling was killed in her home.

If the killer left cranes at either of those,

she had access before we did.

Is it possible a crane is this killer's calling card

and Jane Hollingsworth doesn't want us to know it?

- You suspect a federally appointed U.S. Marshal

of obstructing justice?

- I believe she's hiding something.

- What? And why?

[tense music]

- This mom has already lost one of her children.

Maybe she's lying to make sure she doesn't lose another.

She's protecting one of her kids,

and we're gonna find out which.

- Then let's do 10:00 a.m. at Eisenhower.

Perfect.

[phone rings]

- Russell Hollingsworth, human spreadsheet.

How may I help you?

- Bump my deposition. - Wish I could.

On the bright side, guess your weekend sucks

just as much as mine now.

- What, you think this is funny?

- Justice for Hilton Head and a lifetime of arachnophobia.

- Don't torpedo my life just because you don't have one.

- This is an active DOJ investigation.

Sorry it's messing up your tan.

- It's not just--

- I'll see you at your deposition tomorrow,

which will now be at 7:00 a.m., because you just pissed me off.

- You brought them down here to watch TV?

- Their house was attacked the day before their kid's wedding.

They need a distraction.

- No, what they need is to be questioned

in a quiet, private room.

And we need to figure out who might

have a vendetta against them.

- Yes, we do, but these are high-value targets.

The house is nothing but windows,

and I need them in the most secure location in it.

- The bomber is targeting her wedding tomorrow.

So if you're not gonna help me, get out of my way.

- You don't think that this has anything to do

with what we did, do you?

- That was decades ago.

That's long buried.

- Maybe we missed something.

How about I say I need to go check on the venue,

see if they'll let me out, and then I'll look into it?

- Good idea.

- Yes, Agent Wallace,

right now, Marshal Hollingsworth is in Georgetown.

I can have her call you when I get her back.

- Thank you. Please.

Jane and Clare are in the field.

That means the house is empty.

Take 10.

I'm going in. - Yes, ma'am.

- Cameras off. - Copy.

[Gorillaz' "Kids With Guns"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Kids with guns ♪

♪ Kids with guns ♪

♪ Taking over, but it won't be long ♪

♪ They're mesmerized, skeletons ♪

♪ Kids with guns ♪

♪ Kids with guns ♪

♪ Easy does it, easy does it ♪

♪ They got something to say no to ♪

♪ Drinking out, push it real ♪

♪ Pacifier ♪

♪ Push it real, push it ♪

♪ Vitamin souls, push it real ♪

♪ Street desire ♪

♪ Push it real, push it ♪

♪ Doesn't make sense to, but it won't be long ♪

♪ Push it real, push it ♪

♪ Kids with guns ♪

♪ Kids with guns ♪

♪ Easy does it, easy does it ♪

♪ They've got something to say no to ♪

♪ They're turning us into monsters ♪

♪ Turning us into fire ♪

♪ They're turning us into monsters ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ Drinking out ♪

♪ Pacifier ♪

♪ Sinking soul ♪

♪ There you are ♪

♪ Doesn't make sense to ♪

♪ But it won't be long ♪

♪ 'Cause kids with guns ♪

♪ Kids with guns ♪

♪ Easy does it, easy does it ♪ - We're all clear.

- ♪ They've got something to say no to ♪

♪ They're turning us into monsters ♪

♪ Turning us into fire ♪

♪ Turning us into monsters ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ Push it, push it real ♪

♪ Push it real, push it ♪

♪ Push it, push it real, real, push it real ♪

♪ Push it, push it real ♪

- So tomorrow night's off the table,

but I've constructed a schedule so efficient,

I will be at your parents' Sunday morning

to shock them with the joy of a Russ Hollingsworth brunch.

Hello, sir.

Deposition's all set.

- We got a tip that more than those 11 agents

touched the Kazakh detail.

Now that it's been flagged, we have to depose them too.

- A tip?

- From an Agent...

Hollingsworth.

Was it your dad?

Your brother?

Anyway, that's 23 more agents by Monday.

Guess that brunch will have to reschedule.

[phone buzzing]

- [scoffs]

- The guys taking our place in Turks tomorrow

are getting spray tans after shift in preparation.

- Please stop talking.

- I wish we could start drinking instead.

What are those?

- Events that have invited Sparrow.

More fun things we're probably gonna miss.

- Mm-hmm.

- Remind me, who's Liz again?

- A high school friend of Sparrow's.

- Oh, that's right. - Oh, yeah,

she's having that pool party at the Wolcott.

We said no 'cause of Turks.

- You ever worked an event at the Wolcott?

- Mm, yeah, last year.

Penthouse is the whole floor, which means everyone can hit

the rooftop pool except for the one agent

outside the door all shift.

And dibs on not that job.

Why?

You think she would go to that instead of Turks?

- She said she really misses Liz.

- I actually gave up golf for years.

Once we got this one, I was having

too much fun being a dad.

- Well, adopting a child is a big undertaking.

- Oh, don't get him started.

- Bill,

what brings you here?

- I'm tagging in.

They didn't tell you?

- No.

- I'll introduce myself around.

- All right.

- Hi, I'm Agent Wong--

- Did you have me kicked off?

- I asked your office if they were OK

with having an agent lead this case from the President's

detail, instead of one from the Joint Terrorist Task Force.

- If you hadn't called, they would have

let me see this case through.

- Yeah, well, if you had seen this case through,

then I wouldn't have called.

A bomber is threatening a wedding happening tomorrow,

and you're just holding court.

- Getting to know people matters.

They let their guard down, open up, and reveal things.

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

- Meredith, I told Danny I was gonna look into it.

- Hank, what's wrong? - I think they know.

- Um...

- The bombs are right--

- Ms. Keane, who were you just speaking to?

- Just the florist.

They have to replace the peonies.

[dog barking in distance]

- A pre-deposition statement?

Minute by minute details?

Why does the DOJ even want this?

- I could take a guess.

- I brought my bikini for nothing.

You sure you're OK posted by the door tonight?

- Yeah, I'll be fine.

- [excited chatter]

- Prep Room B for the family.

I'm gonna work on one at a time in C.

- Yes, ma'am.

Question, they're asking if they're still gonna get

the ice cream that your dad promised?

I'll go get the rooms ready.

[line trilling]

- Hello.

- Mom, I need a lawyer, 'cause I'm gonna kill Dad.

- What did he do?

- Well, besides treat my crime scene like a block party--

you know I'm just getting to statements now?

That man is completely unable to read a room.

He says he's protecting people, but I say his two modes

are avoiding conflict and getting pats on the head

like a golden retriever.

- That's your dad.

People come to him, they let their guard down--

[phone buzzing]

- Well, it doesn't matter.

I already let him go.

- One sec, honey.

Nia thinks it's Micah.

- That's ridiculous.

How'd you find that out?

- She put cameras outside.

I put cameras inside.

I'm not gonna let a killer slip in here again.

- Well, Micah is at the Wolcott with the First Daughter.

And I'm sorry that took a sec, but I'm working Clare's bomb.

- Uh, she says she fired you.

- Well, when has that ever stopped me?

- If Agent Wallace asks Micah about the cranes,

he's gonna start asking questions about Jack.

I have to convince her it's not him.

- You need help? - No.

You help our daughter.

I'll help our son.

- Ja-- [line beeping]

Ugh.

- Honey, I have to go.

Don't underestimate your dad.

He comes through.

That's what golden retrievers do.

- Yeah, well, they also pee on the carpet.

- Here is your trace, ma'am.

- What trace?

- Mr. Hollingsworth told us you ordered a tap on the landline.

- He told you I--

- That's the location of Mrs. Keane's call with the florist.

[tense music]

- That's not a florist.

Get a car.

- OK.

♪ ♪

- You spoke to Hank Baxter.

Why lie?

- It was a personal conversation.

And--and privileged.

Hank's our friend and our attorney.

- Your ex-attorney.

He was fired from the firm last year.

You are delaying an investigation into a bomber

targeting your child.

- Hank's a drunk,

and he's been getting worse.

He forgets things, invents things.

Working so closely as we did,

we were the first ones to notice.

So my husband privately let the firm know.

We didn't want him to get fired.

- But he did. His career ended.

His wife left him. He lost his house.

He must have found out that that was your husband's fault.

That's our motive.

- He--he wouldn't.

- He called you from a storage facility where he rents a unit.

Do you have any idea why he was there

or what we might find inside?

- Let's go.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles] The room is a bit of a mess.

- Yeah.

- My friends came over.

One of them brought Molly.

She got a little wild.

It's not fair.

I went through so much for this,

and we don't even get a whole night.

Your shift ends in two hours.

- Don't think about that.

- But I do.

I do think about it.

I think about what happens if we get caught.

- Well, let's not get caught.

One sec. - OK.

Micah, that's the Molly water.

- Ugh.

What?

- My friend put her Molly in that water.

- I thought you said you had a friend named Molly.

This has ecstasy in it?

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, my God, I'm gonna be so high.

[dramatic music]

- Door open. Let's go.

♪ ♪

- Clear back here.

♪ ♪

- Batteries, gunpowder.

Looks like he built a bomb.

A big one.

- And it's not here.

BOLO for Hank Baxter.

Subject is in possession of a bomb and out in the wind.

He could be anywhere.

- Excuse me.

Agent Wallace.

Is Micah Hollingsworth on duty here?

- Let me find out.

- Thank you for coming.

Um, so he came in for water, and I was in the shower,

so I couldn't warn him.

If they find him high on the job, then he's gonna get fired.

- Is it that bad?

- Come on, you guys. I'm fine.

It is really not nice to see you right now,

but somehow I don't mind.

- And you had to call me.

- He said that if he could count on anyone, it's you.

- When does his shift end?

- 30 minutes.

Ellen's coming up to take his place.

- So we spend a half hour getting him cleaned up.

When Ellen arrives, you talk to her.

I'll take Micah XCX straight to the elevator.

[phone rings]

- Oh.

♪ ♪

- Hello?

Yeah, one sec.

It's Ellen.

- Oh.

Hey, El.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, put her on.

Hi.

Yeah, sure.

All right, I'll see you soon.

And you two were worried.

- That was great.

Totally normal. - Yeah.

What did she-- what did she want?

- You know that Homeland Security lady that was looking

into all the murdered agents? - Mm-hmm.

- She's downstairs, and she says I am a person of interest

in the case, and she needs to talk to me

after my shift's over.

Oh, my jacket feels incredible.

- Welcome to Arcuri,

where tonight Abby Keane is having her rehearsal dinner,

or so Hank Baxter believes.

- The real dinner's been moved to an undisclosed location,

but our subject doesn't know that.

He believes that the dinner is on as planned.

What he'll be walking to instead is a surveillance op.

- Every person in and out of this restaurant is one of us.

And if he tries to finish what he started, we'll be waiting.

Report to Agent Tompkins for your assignments.

Let's go.

- What are you doing here? Your shift ended.

- Per your boss, I'm now Special Advisor

to this operation.

- [scoffs] You went over my head.

- I learned from the best.

Clare, let me help.

I know you have doubts.

I did get you that phone tap.

- [sighs]

Keane is a Cabinet Secretary

with his eye on the presidency.

Don't you feel like there's something more to this

than just an old friend with a grudge?

- You're Hank Baxter.

You see the Keanes every day.

You could poison them.

You could cut their brake lines.

You could go on a hike and shove them off a cliff.

You know what you don't do?

Learn how to make mail bombs for a family

that never opens their own mail.

- You agree with me.

- My methods aren't unprofessional, Clare.

They're just not yours.

- Time to roll.

- OK, Hank Baxter is still our best lead.

You do Bill's sting, I do a thing?

All right.

- Have a good night, Ellen.

- Why does a Homeland Security agent think that you were--

- Ellen. - Yeah. What's up?

- Um, did you know that Hunter actually

has a huge crush on you?

- Hunter is gay.

[elevator dings]

[intriguing music]

- Feeling like some exercise.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

- Ellen, have you seen my son?

- Oh, you just missed him.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- [stomping] - Hey, oh, OK.

Oh, try to keep the noise down.

- It's not noise, Russ.

It's music.

- OK, OK.

Come on.

- Wait. Where are you going?

♪ ♪

- Have you seen your brother? - I was supposed to meet him,

but apparently he already left.

You want me to call him?

- Step aside.

You're having one kind of night.

If I have to ask you to move again,

it's gonna get different.

[alarm blaring]

- Ma'am, sir, you need to evacuate.

- Uh, this way, everyone. Thank you.

[alarm continues]

- If you could please step outside.

- Ma'am, sir, please follow me.

[indistinct chatter] - What's going on?

- My apologies for the inconvenience. I'm so sorry.

[engine turns over, car starts]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[phone buzzes]

- Anything?

- I'm in the storage facility.

Hank's fingerprints are here, and they're wrong.

All his prints have an even scatter pattern,

except on the bench.

Those are clustered, chaotic.

When he touched that bomb, he was frantic.

- Bombs will do that to people.

- You can't be in that state of mind

if you're gonna make one-- it'll blow up.

My hunch is that these prints aren't

from somebody making a bomb

but from somebody who saw one and panicked.

I think Hank is being framed.

- If that's true, why wouldn't he call the police?

I mean, whatever's underlying this, he knows.

They all do.

Dad, Hank's here.

♪ ♪

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Uh-huh. - [dog whines]

[dog barking]

- Bomb! - We got a bomb.

- Put it down! Put it down!

- It's just a gift. I'm a guest.

On the ground right now. - Agent Wong!

- Detonator!

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

- Hydration for him.

Lots of it.

He can sleep it off in his room.

- I think I should explain.

- Am I right that Micah would never deliberately

compromise himself?

- Of course.

- Then nothing to explain.

Bed.

- Hey, Mom.

What did that agent want?

Why did she need to talk to me?

- We'll find out in the morning.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hank Baxter had a gift-wrapped bomb

with red ink on the label and no detonator.

It doesn't make sense.

- Case is closed, Clare.

Guys are getting ready to go to Ebbitt's to celebrate.

- Feels wrong, and you know it.

- I do.

And now I want to know how you're going to prove it.

- You know why Hank's firm fired him?

- He was a drunk.

- Who broke client confidentiality.

He aired a client's dirty laundry at a fundraiser.

- A sloppy drunk who built precision bombs.

- And fooled the Keanes into thinking he was their friend,

all while hammered.

This guy doesn't add up.

- So get to know him.

The only people who can help me do that are the Keanes.

And you just said it, the case is closed.

They're never gonna agree to talk to me.

But they'd talk to you.

- Why would they do that?

- 'Cause you're the friendly pizza guy.

[knock at door]

- Your son's here.

- Yes?

- Is he gonna talk to me, or do I need a warrant?

- Did you have a warrant when you broke into my house?

I have you on video.

It's a felony.

If you try to talk to Micah,

I'll end your career.

- You know, I thought you were protecting your kids.

But the way you're keeping your voice down like you don't want

them to hear makes me wonder if you're hiding from them

as much as you're hiding from me.

♪ ♪

- [groaning]

- Drink it all before you pass out.

Can you do that?

- Yeah.

I'm coming down.

Thank you.

You really saved my ass.

- Always do.

- Wait.

Are you mad?

- We can talk later.

- You know that was an accident, right?

I had no idea that water was dosed.

- But you knew you were hooking up

with the president's daughter.

- Sparrow was in the shower.

I needed water.

- Here's my face.

Lie to it again.

- It's not like that.

Russ, you don't get it.

- All our lives, you do whatever you want.

I clean up your mess.

It's our thing.

You know what I wanted?

To meet my girlfriend's parents.

Instead, you made sure I had extra work on purpose

to make sure I missed it.

- You started that.

You stuck me with a stupid deposition on a weekend

because you were jealous of my freedom.

- You think I launched a DOJ investigation

into Kazakh jewelry theft because you got a beach day?

Micah, only one of us is willing to risk his career

for something quick and petty.

And it's not me.

- What Sparrow--what Sydney and I have is real,

more real than whatever it is you have

with whoever that woman is.

- I'm gonna really hope that's the drugs talking.

- None of us even knew Natasha existed

before she showed up here.

Mine has to be a secret.

Why was yours?

- You know this relationship of yours can never work, right?

Anyone finds out about it, you're discredited forever.

- Maybe someday you'll get to know her,

and me, without deciding who

you think we are beforehand.

♪ ♪

- Thank you for doing the debrief tonight.

It's not a small ask.

- Well, you kept us safe.

It's the least we can do.

Thanks, Mike.

- Doing my job.

One thing, in case you have an idea.

Your lawyer's storage facility has assigned parking,

and the log said this is the first time

he parked there in months.

- I mean, he was making a bomb in it.

Wouldn't he have found another parking space

so that he wouldn't be traced?

- Why stop today?

Why be so careful leading all the way up

and then finally so careless on game day? I--

I was trying to think what it would mean

if it was his first time back there in months.

Imagine how freaked out you'd be

if you walked into your own storage space

and you saw a bomb in it.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [panicked breathing]

The bombs are right to come for us!

Meredith!

- Secretary, didn't you say that when he called,

he was babbling?

- Well, I didn't speak to him.

My wife did.

- No alcohol at Hank's house,

but his medicine cabinet

had anti-insomniacs, antidepressants,

and meds for incontinence.

- Meds of an alcoholic.

- Yeah, and his pharmacy had an as-yet-unclaimed

prescription for memantine.

It's an NMDA receptor antagonist for Alzheimer's.

- I suppose that's a theory.

- Alzheimer's would explain Hank's confusion, his shakes.

- Did you ever actually smell alcohol on him, sir?

- No, but my wife did, often.

- Why would you lie, Mrs. Keane?

- Excuse me?

I'm not lying.

- Hank confided in you about his diagnosis, didn't he?

You let him go, because you knew.

You watched as he lost his job for breaking

others' confidentiality.

And when that happened, suddenly it hit you,

you could no longer trust him.

As his mind and body deteriorated,

so did his ability to keep your secrets.

- What are we talking about here?

The Secret Service just killed Hank.

Tell her she's being ridiculous.

You could just as easily have arrested him.

- Not if someone orchestrated a situation

where we had to shoot to kill.

You mailed those threats.

You sent the first explosive,

and then you fed us Hank Baxter's motive

and lured him onto a busy street with a bomb.

You killed Hank Baxter, and the weapon you used

was the Secret Service and FBI.

- Oh, we're leaving.

- Cell tower data shows us where Hank went

after he got off the phone with you--

your daughter's house.

Who told him to go there?

Who left him that gift to bring?

What's the secret that you're willing to kill for?

- This isn't proof.

None of it.

- Dan, that gift was wrapped awfully well

for someone with tremors.

- He--he was our friend.

- Danny, be quiet.

- Oh, this is a judgment

on what we did.

- Stop.

Think about Abby.

- I am.

How could you do that?

If I tell you, if there's any way,

please don't tell my daughter.

- No.

- We couldn't have kids.

Abby was our housekeeper's,

and the woman wasn't fit to parent her.

This beautiful girl deserved so much more.

- Danny.

- So we took her.

It was Hank's idea.

He helped us do it.

And we told Abby the church found her for us.

- Last week at the venue Hank told

the wedding planner that we knew Abby's birth mother.

Abby didn't hear, but I knew he was sick,

and I knew that he would do it again.

He would say anything.

- Where is Abby's mother?

- We sent her back.

- We can find her.

- She killed herself

years ago.

She was damaged goods.

She would have been a terrible mother.

Abby's mine.

I-I did what my baby needed.

I did what a good mother does.

- Meredith Keane, you're under arrest

for the murder of Hank Baxter.

Stand up and turn around.

♪ ♪

[gentle music]

- Great job tonight.

- Thanks.

You too.

I'm sorry.

I was a jerk.

- You weren't.

- We're just so different.

- Oh, different methods maybe.

- Different personalities.

- Complementary personalities,

like me and your mom

or you and Logan.

You told me that you liked he was a regular guy

who made you smile, someone who lived in the light,

helped calm you down.

Those same reasons are why your mom picked me.

- There was more to Logan than you know,

more than I knew.

But yeah, he did have that light, and I miss it.

I'm glad I can find a piece of it in you.

♪ ♪

Oh, God. Poor Abby.

How could her parents keep such a horrible secret

from her in the name of love?

Must have been eating them all alive.

Hey, Mom.

♪ ♪

- Out of the mouths of babes.

Agent Wallace is on to me.

- Do you want to let her in?

- Can we?

Should we?

- Maybe it's time we tell them.

- They'd never forgive us.

- You don't know that.

- We told them their brother died.

They grieved.

If they find out--

I can't risk that.

- Then risk us.

- All right.

Ready for your deposition?

I don't know why.

- Russell, I am fighting for my life right now.

You're going to have to be more specific.

- You asked why I never told you about Natasha.

I don't know.

I just don't tell you guys things.

I never have.

Since Jack died, it's like you have Dad, and Clare has Mom,

and I'm just there.

But how can I get mad at you for not seeing me

if I don't show you who I am?

I didn't clean the attic that weekend.

I paid someone to do it.

- What?

- I got the money by stealing your baseball cards

and selling them.

- You stole them?

Mom didn't accidentally throw them away

like she said she did?

- Then I took the extra cash, and I went to the arcade.

And the reason I'm really mad right now

is because I'm supposed to meet Natasha's parents,

and I keep pushing it off, and now--

- Hey, this guy's my brother.

Isn't it a conflict of interest for him

to be on these depositions?

- Do you think it is?

- Oh, I don't know.

He did talk to me about it when it happened.

- Go ahead and take off.

We've got it covered.

- Have a nice time with your girlfriend,

you klepto sleazebag.

- [chuckles]

- I'll do breakfast this morning, K, Mom?

- Got it covered.

- [laughs] You got a breakfast pizza?

You missed me, didn't you?

- Oh, it's been eight hours, so yeah.

- Wait, where is Mom?

- Five years ago our son Jack came to us

and told us that after six years as a Navy SEAL

he had been offered an undercover assignment.

The assignment was for life.

And in order to take it

he would have to die.

Jack died on November 8, 2021,

to everyone but his father and me.

We are the only ones who knew he was still alive.

We had to lie and tell our kids he was dead.

We miss him so much.

We still can't look at pictures of him.

- You said "knew" he was still alive.

- Jack was a special boy.

He wasn't mine, but he became mine.

I'd been an Army brat, grew up all over,

not much stability.

But Jack gave me that.

We used to build together LEGOs, forts,

the planning, the execution.

When he saw "Blade Runner" he became obsessed

with origami.

He'd leave things everywhere as a surprise.

I'd find them in my car, in my bag, in the fridge.

This is his,

as is the one

I took from Libby Farrell's crime scene

and the one from Logan Welling's.

Now, according to someone in the CIA,

our son appears to have died

during his undercover mission

sometime in the last two years.

My husband and I believe someone who knew him

is trying to taunt us with these.

I don't know who this person is or what they want,

but I don't want to impede your investigation anymore

just to save myself.

So...

I'll tell you everything you want to know

in exchange for one thing.

- Which is?

- You leave my kids out of this.

If they find out we lied to them,

we will lose them forever.

[Tori Amos' "Precious Things"]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone buzzes]

- ♪ So I ran faster ♪

♪ But it caught me here ♪

♪ Yes, my loyalties turned ♪

♪ Like my ankle in the seventh grade ♪

♪ Running after Billy ♪

♪ Running after the rain ♪

♪ These precious things ♪

♪ Let them bleed ♪

♪ Let them wash away ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪