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I-I didn't see
you walk up.
My bad.

I forgot the first rule
of postal etiquette,

never sneak up
on a coworker,
'cause they...

BOTH:
...might be sneaking up on you.

I cannot figure out why people
love this video game so much.

Can't tell you.

I don't let it
in my apartment.

My kids don't need
to be reminded

how nasty people
can be to each other.

Wish the five trillion
New Yorkers

who ordered the game for
the day agreed with you.
Yeah.

It's gonna be
a long day.
Yeah. Let me.
I'm going in anyway.

Oh. Thanks.

Have a nice ride.

Hey.
What do we got?

Uh, postal truck 4281,
assigned to a Rosie Diaz

from the Carpenter
Street Station.

She left there
at 6:30 this morning.

Three hours later, the cops
found the truck like this.

VIVIAN:
This alley on her route?

Not even close to it.
Locals already checked
where she was supposed to be.

There's absolutely
no sign of her.

Do we know if anything's
missing from the truck?

Apparently, today was
the drop ship for
a new video game.

It's called Demon Storm.

A band of soldiers
reseal the gates of Hell.

I take it Reggie's a fan?

I don't like it, but if
I don't let him play it at home,

he'll only go to somebody else's
house and play it,

and I don't see him enough
as it is already.

Right.

Ah, this is from
the Department of Labor--

probably an unemployment check.

There's a lot
of valuable stuff
in the truck.

My guess is, whoever hit it
just wanted the games.

Why take the mail carrier?

Maybe something went wrong
with the hijacking.

I mean, postal carriers
get mugged--

crack heads who think we're
delivering envelopes of money--

but we've never had
anything like this.

Do you know how many video game
packages she had on the truck?

Uh, 316, worth

about $12,000 in retail.

Oh, and the same amount
as everybody else?

She probably had
twice as many.

Who knew that?

Uh, postmaster,
anybody in sorting.

Do you know if she
had any problems
with any of them?

Maybe somebody
here at the station?
No.

She's great. Worked
here a long time,

never been or
had any trouble.

Few people on the floor
mentioned that
you guys were dating.

"Were" being the
operative word.

She broke up with you?

Yesterday.

I can't talk right now.

I gotta go.

Cross-town traffic is gonna
cost me a half hour.

I think you owe me
an explanation, okay?

Look, Scott.

You're a really nice guy,

a-and you've been
really sweet to me,

but I got some stuff going on
and I-I need to take care of it.

Like what?

It's not your problem.

I might be able to help.
No.

We don't have
to stop seeing each other.

I mean, if you
need some space, I...
Scott.

I'm not gonna change my mind.

Now, I got to go.

I looked for her after her
shift, couldn't find her.

I thought she
was trying to avoid me.

What sorta thing
did she have going on?

It might've been
about the kids.

But she has
no dependents or family

listed in her personnel file.

She was a foster mom.
Probably had two dozen kids

rotate through her house
since she started to work here.

How many kids
does she have now?

There's two-- a
brother and a sister.

Were they any trouble?
Not that she mentioned.

But I have to say
the whole thing made
me a little nervous.

I mean, some of
these kids...

What did she really
know about them?

Yeah.

She's missing?

I've only been
here six months.

I've never had
this happen before.

What am I gonna say
to Shantel and Malcolm?

I'm assuming that those
are Miss Diaz's foster kids.

Yes. At least until I had
them removed two days ago.

You took them away from her?

We received
anonymous phone calls

saying they were being abused.

It's protocol, pending

the investigation.
I'm required to remove them.

How did she react
when you showed up?

Better than the children.

Becky is just making sure

I'm taking good care
of you, that's all.

But you are.
Well, she has to make sure.

It's just for a few
days, right?
Right.

What was it? Were
we too much trouble?
Shantel.

-That's not the case.

-She's not getting rid of us!

Shantel! You stop it!

Malcolm...

do you remember what
I told you when
you first got here?

Don't wear my
shoes in the house.

After that.

I told you that I
would do anything I could
to make your life better

and that I would
keep loving you
and your sister,

until you both felt
comfortable and safe enough
to love me, too.

Give me a break.

Do you know I love you?

You remember that, okay?

Until you come back.

You better follow her, before
she leaves the apartment.

Malcolm cried all the way back
to the residential facility.

Have there been
any previous calls

about Miss Diaz's, um, care?

No.
So you don't
think there's

any substance
to the accusations?

Absolutely not.

I know. I'm new.

Maybe I don't
wanna believe.

I don't want
to believe it either.

Miss Gelamachi, I'm gonna need

records of all
the kids that Miss Diaz

has taken care of
over the last few years.

I'll be right back.

I'm with the FBI.
Did you see your
mail carrier today?

No.
Did you get
your mail?

Yes.
Great.

* *

* *

* *

MARTIN:
Yeah, that'll work.
Okay, thanks.

NYPD'll let us know
if any of those
stolen games turn up.

Looks like she made it
to the 1300 block

of Neeley Avenue. Right here.

Any sign of her car?
No, it wasn't
on her route.

Or at the post office.

I got an APB out on it,
but she disappeared
in a busy neighborhood,

in broad daylight,
no sign of a struggle.

Nobody saw anything
and her car is missing.

Not that every criminal
is a mastermind, but, um,

robbing your own truck and then
fleeing in your own car,

that's generally considered
a pretty bad plan.

Unless, of course, she really
needed the money, which would...

She-she doesn't
have a big float,

but she pays her bills
on time and

spends most of her money
on her foster kids.

Maybe one
of her foster kids

got into trouble,
and she's just
bailing him out.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah, that'll work.

Alright.

I told you! She didn't touch me.

I just had
to make sure.

I'm gonna get my
colleague in here.

I want to see Malcolm.

Soon, Shantel.

Jack.

You've been living at Rosie's
for the last seven months.

What was that like?
Okay.

You think she ever
hit your brother?

I don't know.

Becky says that you
and your brother
are really close.

Wouldn't
he tell you?

Who knows?

Malcolm is messed up.

That can happen
when you come

home one day and find
your mother's brains all
over the kitchen floor.

According to Becky,
when she got there,

it appeared that, uh,
you and Rosie

had been having
some kind of fight.

There was something
going on with her.

What makes you say that?

About a week ago,
she freaked out.

Here's my English essay.

Two pages on How the Garcia
Girls Lost Their Accents.

Hey. Is it 500 words?

I counted to 270, and there were
still a lot more. It's enough.

Can I go out?

You've been going out a lot
the last couple of weeks.

We're gonna watch Sword
of the Broken Fist.

I'm not watching
that stupid movie.

Well, what about, uh,
a game of gin rummy?

And I still got plenty of
chocolate ice cream left.

Or maybe we just watch
something I pick out.

I don't see why not.

If there is anything.

Yuck.

Yuck.

Boring.

Where'd you get these,
from your grandmother?

Or maybe we'll just watch one
of your training videos.

Can learn how to deal with
angry dogs and angry owners...

Hey, no!
Give me that!

Give me that!
Give me that right now!
You learn to respect!

It's from work.

If it, if it breaks,
I would have to pay for it.

Maybe it's not a good night
for a movie.

Rosie doesn't get mad.

When she's upset, she just
gets disappointed.

So this was really
out of character.

JACK:
Did you ever find out
what was on that DVD?

I looked for it later,
and it was gone.

Hey, check out what I found
hidden underneath her mattress.

Well, pop it in.

Hmm.

MAN:
Hey, Billy.

I understand why it was
hidden under the mattress.

Kiddie porn.

Get over here
and sit next to me.

That boy can't be much
older than her foster son.

MARTIN:
There's a bunch
of kids in this movie,

Why didn't any of them tell
what was going on?

If she was doing something like
this with those kids,

she certainly fooled
people into thinking
she was an angel.

Not all people
who abuse kids look
like monsters.

Yeah. White walls,
generic lockers and benches.

This could've been
made anywhere.

Yeah, my guess, it wasn't shot
in her apartment.

We tore through that place,
and there was no signs
of DVDs, no video cameras.

Sam, do we know if
the kids in the movie
are Rosie's foster kids?

Not so far, but I'm
trying to track down

five kids who aged
out of the system.

If one of the kids wanted
revenge, why'd they
take the video games?

Who knows? Maybe they were
trying to make the abduction
look like something else.

Maybe they realized that
they stumbled into a gold mine.

Making porn
No way.

Maybe not you, but
one of the other kids...

I'm telling you,
it didn't happen.

Rosie'd scratch
her own eyes out

before she let anyone hurt
a kid in her house.

You aged outta her house
five years ago.

A lot could've
happened since then.

How can you be so sure?
I still see her all the time.

See, that's
unusual.

Most kids that leave the system
never look back.

Being at Rosie's, it's not
like being in the system.

Four months after I moved in,
cops picked me up for tagging.

She took a week off work.
Didn't take her eyes off me,
like she wanted me to know

there was nothing she
wouldn't do to make sure
I turned out okay.

When was the last time
you saw her?
Two nights ago.

She was gonna work
a second shift,

and I was gonna watch
the kids for her.

Yo!

Hey, Rosie.
Hey.

What's going on?

Um, nothing.

Must be or you wouldn't
be smoking in front

of Malcolm
and the little princess.

Yo, where are they?

Rosie, what happened?

Social Services came.

Someone said I'd abused them,

so they took Malcolm and Shantel
to a group home.

Wha... That's ridiculous.

I'll call DSS right now, tell
them you didn't do anything.

No, no, no.
It's not going to help.

They, they need to finish
their investigation.

Well, these won't help me.

Here, I'll get that.

You know, Luis,

I'm supposed to make
their lives better,

not just be another person
who disappoints them.

You couldn't disappoint someone
if you tried, Rosie.

Not Malcolm and Shantel,

not Ernesto, or Julia,
or Charles.

I could keep going
if you want to.

Remind you
of every brat like me

who came here and then left
happier and better off.

You know, they've
only been gone an hour

and I already miss them so much.

Hey. You're going
to get them back.

You didn't do anything.

No.

But some things, you know,

they cast long shadows.

She sent me home,

said everything would
sort itself out.

What do you think Rosie
meant by "long shadows"?

I assumed she meant that because
she got accused of something

that DSS wouldn't
trust her anymore.

You think it's something else?

If she's not into kiddie porn,
why does she have the DVD?

A lotta porn movies
move through the mail.

Maybe she suspected someone on
her route was into it,

and she stole the disk
to make sure.

Right. And the minute that
she turns over the DVD

to the authorities, she goes
to jail for mail tampering,

which means
she loses her kids.

Maybe she couldn't ignore it,
felt she'd no choice.

She decided to confront
the person herself.

The abuse call
to Social Services,

that was somebody trying
to get her to back off?

Martin, do we've the
rundown of the customers
on Rosie's route?

Yeah, just finished it.

Thanks.

Malcolm, if there's
anything you can
tell us, anything at all,

it might help us figure out
what happened.

Did you ever see a video camera
in Rosie's house?

Malcolm.

Excuse me.

Uh... sure.

You want to go home, right?

So why don't you
help me out.

Did you ever see anyone,
a friend, a family member,

anyone bring a video camera
into Rosie's house?

Um, could we talk outside?

Sure.

I'll be back to get you
in a second, okay, sweetie?

Nice to meet
you, Malcolm.

Is he always like this?
Does he ever speak?

We're required to keep
the boys and girls separated
at the group home.

I knew he'd have problems
being away from Shantel,

but I had no idea
he'd relapse so quickly.

What kind of relapse
are we talking about?

When he's under stress,
he withdraws.

After his mother died,
he didn't speak to anyone

but his sister
for almost six months.

Here's my card.
If he says anything that
you think is relevant,

give me a call.
Sure.

I got to go.
We'll talk about it
when I get home.

Yeah. I know.

Sorry about that.

Is everything okay?
Yeah.

Mr. King, we're here
because you're on
the sexual predatiors's list.

That conviction was bogus.
The girl told me she was 17.

But she was 15.
Call me
old-fashioned,

but getting kiddie porn in the
mail is a good idea
for a guy like you.

You should be harassing
the mail carrier

She stole that from me.

Is that why you went down
to the post office

to ask 'em
to hold your mail?

No. I didn't wanna give her
friend a reason to come back.

What idiot friend?

The one she brought with her
to knock me around.

What did you do, steal
the DVD out of my mail?!

It doesn't matter
how I ended up with it.

I just wanna know where it came
from. I won't turn you in.

How many others have you stolen?
I'm gonna call boss

and have you fired.
Give me my stuff back!

No!
Hey! Don't touch her!

Stop it.
You disgusting freak.

It's legal, I swear!
I got it out of the back
of Hot & Legal magazine.

Listen to me!

Leave him alone.

God. I shouldn't have
let you come with me.

Go. Go!

I'm going to call the cops.

I'm going to call them
on both of you.

She came back a couple of days
later, apologized.

She told me she went
to the newsstand

and looked at the magazine.

You can check it out yourselves.

Why didn't you call the cops?

I didn't need the attention.

So who's this guy
who attacked you?

I don't know. Some Puerto Rican.

We'd like you
to come downtown

and give us a sketch
of that Puerto Rican.

Let's go.

Let's go.

The porn king didn't make
the anonymous call to DSS,

at least not from his home
or his cell phone.

The postal inspectors
looked through

the rest of his mail.
He's telling the truth.

All of his
porn is legal.
Great.

So, you and Marty seem...

Well, you seem something.

Yeah, we are.

Good.

It is good, Sam.

Why are you hiding it?

Just...

Taylor.

Alright, thanks.

I faxed over this sketch
to the post office.

Nobody recognizes
Rosie's muscle man.

I've never seen him before.

Did Rosie talk about anyone,
maybe a new boyfriend?

No.

There was that guy from
the post office, Scott.

I don't know about anybody else.

But I go out a lot.

What about your brother?

What about him?

Do you think that it's possible
that his withdrawal

is a result of witnessing
something traumatic?

He woke up with a nightmare.

It was about someone
being in the house.

When?

Five days ago.
A week, maybe.

He has
so many nightmares.

Or at least he used to.

I didn't think
anything of it.

Malcolm may know what happened.

Do you think you could
get him to talk to us?

I'll do whatever I can.

It might be easier
for Malcolm

to open up to you
if we're not nearby.

This is gonna help us
hear what you're saying.

What if he won't talk to me?
Hopefully, he will.

See if he recognizes
the man in the sketch.

If he does, we need to know
everything about him--

his name, how many times
he's been to Rosie's house,

and what they talked about,
if he ever threatened her.

We're only gonna use this
if we need to ask
specific questions.

Okay.

Don't worry.
Whatever you find out,

it's more than what we know.

Hi, Malcolm.

Ricky told me that you didn't
sleep good last night.

Were you cold?

I was cold.

Remember you told me about
that nightmare last week?

About the person
who made the storm?

It was a man, wasn't it?

Someone with Rosie?

I know. He scared you...

but now you need
to tell me what happened.

Don't be afraid,
Malcolm.

I got you.

Close your eyes.

What did
the man want?

He wanted money.

MAN:
What is this!
$900? That's not enough!

That's all
I've got.

No, there's gotta be
something else, something

you can sell! Some...

Shh! There's
nothing else.

I've sold the car.

I've given you
the money I saved.

I even gave you
Shantel's DSS check.

No, listen.
There's nothing else.
If I give you any more,

I won't have
any money to feed my kids.

I don't care
about the kids!

Stop it!
Leave her alone!

I mean it! Let her go!

Malcolm. Malcolm.
I mean it!

He's not gonna
hurt me, Malcolm.

He's not gonna hurt me.
Let's put the gun down.

Just put the gun down.
Look at me, look at me.

Look at Mommy,
look at Mommy.

Put the gun down.

Rosie, I'm sorry.

Get out.

Now!

It's okay, sweetie.

He's not gonna hurt...

This is the reason

that I've never wanted you
in my house, around my kids.

Now, just go.

Malcolm...

where did you
get a gun from?

It was in our closet.

In a box.

I found it a long time ago.

What was the man's name?

Do you know his name?

I don't know his name,

but... Rosie said...

he was her brother.

No. Nothing here
even points to her
having a brother,

let alone where
he might be.
Uh-huh.

Nobody even knew
she had a family.

Why, did she
have to hide him,

keep him away
from the kids?
I don't know.

You want to tell
everybody, don't you?

Sam, you already
know how I feel,

and now Danny's asking,

but this probably isn't the
right time to talk about it.

Fine, we won't
talk about it.

Fitzgerald.

Hey, what's up?

Mm-hmm.

Where?
Okay, thanks.

Some guy tried to mail one
of the stolen video games

to his cousin in Las Vegas.

It still had the original
bar code tracker on it.

Where'd he get it?

Subway entrance
at Bronxdale
and White Plains.

Let's go.

MAN:
Demon Storm.
I got Demon Storm here.

25 bucks.
Two for $40.

Demon Storm, anybody?

$25, two for $40.

Demon Storm, right here.
Half the price
you're gonna see...

FBI, turn around.
Put your hands
on the table.

Where'd the games
come from, huh?
I don't know.

Looks like these
are right off the truck.

Let me help you out.

They were stolen
off a postal delivery truck.

I don't know
anything about that.

I got them
from a guy named Marquez.

I sell them, he gives me a cut.

Is this him?

No, I never seen him before.

Where do we find this Marquez?

I don't know.

You sure about
that

Phone number.
I got a phone number.

Let's go give
him a call.

Bag these up.

Alright, fellows lets
box these stuff up.

I think I found the brother.

I found the guy
that bought
Rosie's car.

She must've been
in a hurry
to unload it

because she left a bunch
of stuff inside.

Look at that picture. It was
clipped onto the visor.

Flip it over.

"Rosie 17, Manny 7, 1978."

That would make
Manny what

About the same age
as the guy in the sketch?

Check out the palm trees.
Florida

Why don't I run it over to Tech,
see if they can get
a read on the plate. Huh?

DANNY:
Ma'am, your daughter's
been missing since yesterday.

Yesterday.
Yes, I'm sorry.

Do you have any idea
what happened?

No. That's why I'm here.

I'm hoping that you
could tell me something

that'll help me find her.

I don't see Rosie much,
maybe once a year.

She writes when she
can. I don't know
what I can tell you.

Maybe you could help me
find her brother, Manny.

Manuel?
Mm-hmm.

He died.

When?

When I went to prison,
Rosie was 17.

She wanted the family
to stay together,

so she fought for custody.

But, you know,

things happen.

There was an accident.

He never saw
the car coming.

and he... he
died right there.

The ambulance came
but there was
nothing they could do.

I'm sorry.
Oh, Manny.

I'm sorry, Mama.

I was supposed to watch him
for you, but I didn't.

It's all my fault.

No, baby girl.

I'm his mother.

I should've walked away
from your stepfather,

no matter how
much he hit me.

Then I wouldn't
be in here,

and you wouldn't have had
to take care of Manuel.

I'll take care of Jorge better.

I promise.

I'll keep him safe for you.

I know you will.

I know you
will, honey.
I'm sorry, Mama.

She and Jorge moved
up north right after that,

and she would never even talk

about Manuel when she
would come to visit.

Maybe that's why
she's so focused

on taking care
of other people, you know.

Like all those foster kids.

Yeah.

Like all those
foster kids.

Now, Jorge Diaz,
he's your other son, right?

No, Jorge Hernandez.

He and Manny had
a different father than Rosie.

And do you have any idea
where he might be?

He lives in Pennsylvania.

Scranton, I think.

I haven't heard
from him in years.

Rosie tells me how he is.

You let me know
when you find her, right?

Yes, ma'am.
I sure will.

You can get back to me
at the number....

No, we were just
trying to... Yeah.

Okay, well, thank
you for checking.

Yeah, let me know if you
do find anything, okay?

Thank you.
Great,
thanks.

I can't find a death
certificate for a Manny

or Manuel Diaz
or Hernandez,

anywhere near Miami.

Any chance it's just lost
in a file room somewhere?

There's always that chance.

Alright, an eight-year-old

gets hit by a car
playing in the street.

Nobody does an autopsy, right?

Mm. Probably not.

Fitzgerald.

Yeah.

Oh, hey, thanks for
getting back to me. Mm-hmm.

Really?

When?

Hold on.

Yeah.

Okay.

Wow.

And the police
never made an ID?

Okay. Thanks.

No, no, this was a huge help.

Yeah. Bye.

That was the desk reporter
at the Miami Register.

A couple of years ago
there was a mall being built

where Rosie and
brothers used to live.

Apparently while they were
laying the foundation,

they found the remains
of a seven-to-ten-year-old boy.

Manny was eight.

Apparently this body was in
the ground for a long time.

-Blunt-force trauma to the head.

Could he have been hit by a car?

But why bury him like that
if it was just an accident?

Right.

He lives in...

Scranton, Pennsylvania.

...in Scranton.

There are four guys
who have that name.

These are them.

They have to make sure
they have the right one.

Are any of these right one?

VIVIAN:
It's okay
if they're not.

Just tell Shantel the truth.

Okay, that's good,
Malcolm.

Thank you.

Why was he mean to Rosie?

We don't know.

Sometimes...

brothers and sisters get mad,
Malcolm, just like you and me.

But they still
love each other.

Rosie and Jorge are going
to take care of each other.

We checked you out, Mark.

Seems you and Jorge spent
eight months together

in the Sussex County Jail.

That's a remarkable
coincidence, isn't it,

that his sister drove the truck
where those games came from?

Yeah, he looks
sort of familiar.

Well, he better start looking

a lot more than
"sort of" familiar.

Because we got you cold
for tampering with the U.S. mail

and possession
of stolen property.

Plus you're aimed
at kidnapping.

I had nothing to do
with anything like that.

Well, here's the thing:

he's not here to take
responsibility,

so we're more than willing
to blame you.

Look, I was just there
to buy the games, that's all.

Jorge and his sister, they were
still at the truck when I left.

Alright, alright.

$3,000...

three, four, five, six...

Whoa, wait, we talked about
$10,000, right?

You told me
it'd be 700 or 800 games.

I counted 300 and change.

I can't sell things
I don't have.
Alright.

Hey, Rosie, what happened?

There'd be a lot.
I didn't know how many.

Alright, okay. How about
you give me $15 a game.

You're going to sell it
for double that anyway, right?

Sorry, man.

Hey!
Don't even think
about it, man.

Hey, you're ripping me off.

It's okay.

-Just take what you got.
-No, it's not enough, Rosie!

I owe $11,000.
I only got $6,000.

It's okay.
You got something.

Listen to your sister, Jorge.

She's smarter than you are.

He was on edge.

No doubt about it.

Have any idea how he dug himself
into an $11,000 hole?

Jorge would bet
on two cockroaches

running across a kitchen floor.

Told me he'd been on
a cold streak.

You know he's still
$5,000 short.

Yeah.

Where's he been playing
around here?

I don't know.

Mark, come on, he's been
in town for over a week.

Where'd he go
to scratch the itch?

There's an underground club.

Where?

Off Pauling Avenue.

You guys, take a hike.

We're with the FBI.

I'm Agent Malone.

Agent Johnson.

Keep your hands where
I can see them.

200 bucks?
That's all you got left?

We're looking for your sister.

JACK:
Mark Ryan told us about
the truck and the games.

He said that when he left,
you were with Rosie.

You called Social Services and
accused her of abusing the kids

to get them out of the way.

Now those kids are waiting
for Rosie to come home.

What did you do with her?

I just thought
if we went to the ATM,

we could get
a little more money.

But I don't have any more!

Rosie...

I screwed up, okay?

I know.
I know!

But they're going to kill me!
I've gone too far, okay?

If they take my kids away,
who's going to take care?

They're gonna kill me!

You have to help me, Rosie.
Okay?!

I've helped you.

I have helped you every single
time for 25 years

ever since Manny died.

That wasn't my fault!

I shouldn't have
left him with you.

I didn't mean to kill,
he made me mad.

Jorge, listen to me.

Today was
a very bad idea, okay?

So now I have to go home
and try and get my kids back.

You have to help me.

No.

Rosie... Rosie!

Rosie, don't walk away!

VIVIAN:
She gave you everything she
had and it wasn't enough.

Where's your sister, Jorge?

I took her to a park.

My sister's in the park.

When she told him that
she couldn't help him,

that she had to look
after the two of you...

He shot her.

She really loved you.

Will there be a funeral?

Our first mom
didn't get a funeral.

I'm sure there will be.

Malcolm...

he can't go through
this again.

Another home...
loving someone else...

I think he'd be better off
if it were just me.

Would you help me...

...so that I can
take care of him?

You're only 16...

I'll be 17 in a month.

But there's so much
to think about.

You need to finish
high school,

you have to get a job.

After your birthday,
if you still want to...

I'll do whatever I can to help.

Now, do you want me to tell him?

No.

I'll do it.

Thank you.

What are you still
doing here?

I didn't realize
how late it was.

You know, that paperwork
will keep until tomorrow.

Why don't you go home?

I should.

Uh...

is there anything
I can do to help you?

No.

Look...

I know that you think

that I haven't always
been there for you.

And you're right, I haven't.

But I'm here for you now.

If there's any way
that I can help you...

This you can't do
anything about.

But thanks.

Goodnight.

The wall between the two
ventricles is enlarged

and obstructing
the flow of blood.

It's called hypertrophic
cardiomyopathy.

In laymen's terms,

it's a deterioration
of the heart muscle.

And the high blood pressure
and shortness of breath...?

Are both caused by it.

I'm going to start you
on some medications.

And that'll be all?

For now.

We have to see how you respond.

Vivian...

this can be very serious.

Possibly it's what killed
your uncle.

It's hereditary?

Yes.

Well, then I ought
to get Reggie checked out.

I would.

The earlier you find it,
the better the prognosis.

Sorry.

Yeah.

Okay.

Where?

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Alright.

Got to go to work.

We have a lot more
to talk about.

I'll make another appointment
on my way out.

Vivian, I'm sorry.

Hey.

What do we got?

Postal truck 4281,
assigned to a Rosie Diaz

from the Carpenter Street
station.

She left there
at 6:30 this morning.

Three hours later, the cops
found the truck like this.

This alley on her route?

Not even close to it...