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- Hello. My name is
Detective Avraham.

- This is my son, Vincent.

He's missing.

- When did you last see Vincent?

- Monday?

I'm his tutor, just helping him

with his, uh, writing skills.

- Well, Zack's a writer.

Why is there a
letter from Vincent?

- This is what writers
do. We channel.

- I don't believe you.

- My feeling is that Vincent
never left that building

on Tuesday morning.

He's contained.

- I never made a
decision to kiss him.

It just happened.

Vincent told you.

You knew.

- We got a 16-year-old missing
boy last seen with you,

a homeless man of
questionable mental health...

Someone who was broomed from
his previous teaching career.

You don't exactly
present well, John.

- Why don't you say it?
You think he's dead.

- Do you think your son is dead?

- How dare you ask me that?

- His luggage. The
large one is not here.

Where's the large?
- I don't know.

- He wouldn't run away
because of something

that I said or did.

- Why would he run away?

Do you have any idea?

- No.

- The mother.

We're now seeing his
mother in the fish.

- I can't really explain it.

- I'm not gonna ask you to.

You see anything
else in there, Avi?

'Cause I will tell
you what I see.

I see a fury
bordering on a mania

bordering on disorder.

- It's a process.

- Yeah, I'm familiar.

The longer a case goes on,
the more intense you get,

the more intense your drawings.

Did your mother draw?

- This is not about my mother.

- Is it about Vincent's?

- How are we doing?

Late night, I see.

- We got a report that Kids
Campus is receiving threats.

I need you to go check it out.

- Meaning what? I'm
off this thing here?

- Meaning when a day care in
our area receives threats,

we check it out, Earl.

We need to multitask.

Rebecca took the call.

Get the report and go, please.

- We should also circle
back to the school,

revisit everyone
in Vincent's life.

Benjamin, Hailey
Townsend, her boyfriend.

We are not dealing
with something random.

I know it.

- Oh.

- Do I need to take
you off this case,

put someone else on?

Fresh eyes?

- I'm almost there.

- That's what you keep saying.

By the way, there's
someone downstairs

to speak to you and Janine.

- Can we help you?

- Uh, yes.

I'm here about the missing
boy, Vincent Conte.

I may have information.

- What sort of information?

- Well, perhaps none.

- What's your name?

- Michael Rosen.

I teach a writing class.

I have a student who's been
writing about a missing boy

with similarities to
some of the details

I've heard on the news
about this Vincent Conte.

Come to learn the
student actually lives

in the boy's building.

- What's the student's name?

- Zachary Miller.

- Let's go upstairs.

- As you can see, the
material's riveting,

which is what first
made me suspicious.

- Why?

- Well, Zack has been
consistently mediocre.

His work lacks.

It's like he's on the
outside looking in.

He just can't get there.

I actually told him to give
up the pursuit of the craft.

That's how uninspiring
I found it all.

Then suddenly,
within the last week,

he's writing this,

like he's on the inside of it...

Well inside.

And that he lives in
the kid's building

gives me a very uneasy feeling.

- It's not exactly
probative of anything.

- It's too coincidental.
Add to that, these people

have been withholding.

He's clearly writing about
Vincent's relationship

with his parents.
- Even so,

it doesn't make him
guilty of anything.

What are we gonna do,
arrest him for plagiarism?

- I'm with Avi on this.

They've both been
playing hide the ball.

- Okay, let's say this tutor
does have something to do

with Vincent's disappearance.

Do we really think that
he would write about it?

- He might. Some twisted
call for attention.

I'm gonna bring him in.

- On what grounds?

- My suggestion is
that we call them in

to help.

If we do some aggressive
round up, they'll get lawyers.

So let's just ask them nicely
to come in and help us.

I mean, clearly
Zack wants to play.

- Okay.

- Great. Thank you.

- This morning.

Okay.

Yeah, I suppose
we could do that.

Sure.

Yeah, 10:00 is fine.

See you there.

- What's going on?

- Some new developments.

They got some security footage.

They want us to take a look,

see if we recognize anybody.

- Did they say they
have an actual suspect?

- No.

10:00.

We can drop off Luke at
my mother's on the way.

- Thank you so
much for coming in.

- Yeah. What's this,
uh, new development?

- Well, could be
just a blind alley,

but we're turning
over every stone.

We just would like for you
to look at some stills.

- Earl, take Zack
to see, would you?

Janine, you and Dania
can go to the spare room.

- You're splitting us up?

- If you and your wife happened
to identify the same person,

we don't want his or
her lawyer arguing

that the ID was suggestive.

- Follow me, boss.

- I have to say, I'm getting

a very odd feeling here.

- Well, that's understandable.

We're all unsettled.

A boy is missing.

One might argue it
would be more odd

not to have an odd feeling.

You otherwise doing okay?

- Just fine. Can I see
these photos please?

- Of course.

Actually, before we
get to the pictures,

I thought we might
start with this.

- Where did you get these?

- Your writing
instructor brought them.

He had concerns...

as now do I.

- What is going on here?

- Well, that's my
question for you, sir.

You seem to have an
intimate knowledge

of Vincent's insecurities,
his fears, his frustrations.

- No, this was a
writing assignment.

- It's time to cut
the shit, Mr. Miller.

- Careful.

- Don't you have
somewhere to be, Earl?

- This is excellent writing.

And from what I'm told, you're
not an excellent writer.

Did Vincent write this letter?

- No.

- You clearly had insight
as to his state of mind.

You neglected to share
this insight with me.

At a minimum, you failed
to aid this investigation.

More likely, you obstructed it.

- Obstr... obstructed?

You have treated me like
a suspect from the start.

- Whether or not that's
true, I certainly

consider you one now,

and your best path
to exoneration

is a straight and truthful line.

Are you sexually
attracted to Vincent?

- What?

- Some of the emails
between you two

suggest a certain intimacy.

- No, I'm not sexually
attracted to Vincent.

- His father had concerns
as to your sexuality.

- Did he? Did he
have concerns?

'Cause I had concerns
about him, too.

He was... he was punishing.

He oppressed Vincent
at every turn.

Look, a big part of
my tutelage of Vincent

was bolstering his esteem.

You are off base
and way out of line.

- I don't think so.

You had knowledge
of what was going on

with this young man's psyche.

You chose to conceal it.

You're facing a bit of
trouble, Mr. Miller.

- It is serious, Dania.

- A bit damning.
- This is a writing exercise.

He said he was trying to
get in Vincent's head.

- I understand.

Clearly, he has an
ability to do so.

So why not share
that insight with us?

Some of this, as
I understand it,

is drawing from
Vincent's actual words.

Admissions.

Just explain to me how
you chose to sit on that.

How do you reconcile that with
claiming to care about him?

You spoke of how vulnerable

you know Vincent
to be, and yet...

- I just found out about this.

- But you sat on it.

You didn't tell his parents.

You didn't tell us.

- Actually...

- Actually what?

Actually what, Dania?

- How many times do
I need to say this?

I have no actual knowledge
as to what happened here.

- "I have been gone
for a long time.

You made me disappear."
- I conjured that.

- "I suggest you stop looking
because you will not find me."

- I want a lawyer.
I want a lawyer.

- It appears you need one.

- Avi.

- We are not done here.

- Now.

- Dania, please, tell
Detective Avraham

what you just told me.

- Which part?

- The part that
caused me to say,

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

That part.

- Well... she had asked if...

She asked how I could just
sit on what I know, this here.

And I told her I didn't
completely sit on it.

I couldn't sleep last night
because it was weighing on me.

So I made copies, put
them in an envelope,

and slipped them under
the Contes' door.

- When exactly did you do this?

It was around 3:00 a.m.

- Last night?

- Yes.

- The letters
purportedly from Vincent.

You slid them under
the Contes' door.

- Yes.

- Dania, what would
compel you to do this?

- Well, she's my friend.

Or she was my friend.

This is her worst nightmare.

And all I've done is make
things harder for her.

- But why the letters?

- Well, I didn't
know what else to do.

Zack wanted to keep the
letters to ourselves.

But what if something in here
could lead Nora to her son?

Slipping the letters
under the door

seemed like the best option.

- Does your husband
know you did this?

- No.

- Dania, is there anything
else you haven't told us?

Because now would
very much be the time.

- Mm-hmm. There's more.

- I think Zack knew that
I had kissed Vincent.

I... I asked...

I accused him of knowing,
and he didn't deny it.

He knew.

- Are you suggesting
Zack might have

retaliated against Vincent?

- No.

No, I'm not suggesting anything.

All I can suggest
at the moment is,

I don't know my husband anymore.

- This is fucked up.

- So if I'm following,

Nora and Leonard
got these letters

supposedly written by their son.

And, what, they've done nothing?

They haven't called it in?

- It means they know he's dead.

- We can't jump to that.

- Yes, we can.

The parents get information
that may help in our search.

They choose not to reveal it.

That tells me they know
our search to be futile.

They know he's dead.

- That's a lot of assuming.

- Tell me what you think.

- Are the Millers still here?
- In lockup.

We're holding them.
- On what grounds?

- On whatever.

We can't have them
tipping off the Contes

that we know that they
know of those letters.

How do we play this?

- Come with me.

- Hello?

- Hey, Nora. Dania.

Any news?

- No.

- How are you holding up?

How's Leonard?

- Leonard is out of town
on business for the day.

We're all holding
up best we can.

Is there something
I can do for you?

- Nora, I know you got
the letters from Vincent.

I slid them under your door.

I'm so sorry.

But the thing is, evidently,

Zack has been in
touch with Vincent.

And... and possibly still is.

Zack isn't telling me much,

but I sense he knows something.

And I just couldn't
bear it any longer.

So that's why I
slid them to you.

Nora? Can you...
Are you there?

- I'm here.

- Well, should I give
them to the police?

Can you hear me?

- Vincent didn't
write those letters.

- What do you mean?

- I mean I know
my son's writing.

He certainly didn't write them.

- Now we wait. If she
doesn't report the call

or the letters, that
tells us something.

Put her back in lockup.

- Why?

- Because you obstructed
our investigation, Dania.

- You okay?

- How long's it been?

- Almost 30 minutes.

- It's possible she's trying
to track down her husband,

get his opinion before she...

- Avi, she's guilty.

Of what exactly,
maybe we don't know.

But she's guilty.

- Go pick her up.

- Arrest her?

- We don't have enough for that.

Just pick her up.

- I didn't report any threat.

And I would certainly
know if I did.

- Uh, well, somebody,
uh, made the call,

a Sarah Sowinsky.

- Uh, Sarah?

- Hi.

- I told you about
it. I... I showed you.

- Yes, you did not tell
me you called it in.

- Well I just...
I thought that...

- You showed her what?

- Um... well, I
just... I thought...

- You said you showed
her. Showed her what?

- Um, well, when I came in this
morning to unlock, I, um...

I found this taped
to the window.

- And it wouldn't occur
to you to report this?

- It's probably just a prank.

- Hm. That or a
credible threat.

Which side do you wanna err on?

- Yeah, what do you
expect me to do?

Shut down every time somebody
tapes a drawing to my window?

- It's a drawing
of a bomb, ma'am.

- Well, if you're
looking for suspects...

- Yeah.
- I can give you two.

- Okay.
- First, my landlord,

who is dying for me
to break my lease

so he can double my rent.

And then walk two blocks
down to the new day care

that just opened, 'cause
they're also dying,

in this case, to
steal my clients.

So there is no bomb.

Just two groups of
vicious, greedy people

doing what vicious,
greedy people do.

- Yeah, I'm not entirely s...
- No, and to be honest,

you being here right
now... No offense...

But you look, smell,
and ooze police officer,

which is not a good
vibe for a day care

when I am in the business
of selling happy.

- And I'm in the business
of serving and protecting

this community, of which you
and these children are a part.

- And I'm just saying
that you're not doing that

if you are helping
to close my doors.

- Do you know why you're here?

Nora?

Do you know why you're here?

- I'm guessing you have new
information on the case.

- Yes, there have been
some developments.

We received letters
ostensibly written by Vincent.

- They were not written by him.

As I told Dania Miller
when she called,

that was not Vincent's
writing style.

- The point is, you received
them and didn't tell us.

- We didn't tell you
because we didn't trust you.

We knew you'd just accuse us
of hiding them or forging them

or whatever you needed to
say to make us look guilty.

- You also hid the fact
that Dania believed

Zack might be in
touch with Vincent.

Why would you not
report that to us?

- Because I didn't
believe Dania.

Quite frankly, I don't believe
a word she says about anything.

Dania Miller is a sick person.

She... she kissed Vincent.

She's a sexual predator.

For all I know, she
wrote those letters.

I... I still don't understand
why you haven't arrested her.

- We've been intently
looking for your son.

I go to sleep with
Vincent in my head.

And I wake up with
him in the morning.

You get a phone
call from someone

who tells you your husband
might know where Vincent is.

And you don't take it seriously.

I don't believe that a
mother gets that call

and doesn't take it to her core.

What mother would give up
even the slightest chance

that it could be possible?

You and I sat
together in his room.

I held your hand.

The reason you didn't call
us with this new information:

you know what
happened to Vincent.

It's not too late to tell me.

- Vincent left for
school Tuesday morning,

and he never came back.

I don't know what happened.

- From the start, I've never
seen hope in your eyes.

Only grief, despair,
resignation.

This is Vincent's
class schedule.

I took it off his
desk, you'll remember.

According to the
schedule for Tuesday,

Vincent should have
started the day

with two hours of calculus,
followed by an hour of PE,

an hour of sociology, and
an hour of literature.

This is a list of the books

that were found
in Vincent's bag.

A civics book, a copy of
"Antigone," a geology text.

No calculus book.

It seems he packed
the wrong books.

Geology, "Antigone"?

Those were classes
from last semester.

- I suppose he didn't
have any real intention

of going to school that day.

- And if he was running away,
best to take his geology text?

Why take any schoolbooks?

Someone other than
Vincent packed that bag.

Someone who didn't
know his schedule.

Was it you?

- No.

- Was it your husband?

This is your son.

This is also your last chance.

I don't know what happened.

He... he left, I
thought, for school.

And he never came back.

- We found Vincent's body.

- What the fuck?

- I would be sorry to have to
inform you that he is dead.

But you already know this.

- If there are mitigating
circumstances, Nora,

now would be the time.

I don't know. I don't
know what happened.

- When your husband
lands at La Guardia,

he'll be arrested.

He'll then be told
that you informed us

as to what happened.

He will then likely
give us his version,

one I suspect puts him in
the most favorable light.

You have a daughter.

Your best hope at getting
to continue to be her mother

is to get your
version out first.

We know they argued

when Leonard came back
early from dinner.

The neighbors heard it.

What was that argument about?

Leon...

Leonard came home.

And, uh...

He walked in on...

On Vincent and Olivia.

Vincent was in her room...

gratifying himself.

Leonard saw it. He...

He walked in, and he saw him.

He lost it. He just...
he lost control.

No!

- And then I came home, and...

And he was dead already.

He was lying there on the floor

with his eyes open, but he...

There was nothing there. He...

- And what did you do?

- I hugged him.

I hugged him.

I just went down on the
floor, and I hugged him.

And Leonard...

Leonard was convinced
that he'd go to jail

and that they would take
Olivia away from us.

So we decided to
make it seem like...

Like he ran away, he was...

- And the body?

- Leonard took him out in
the middle of the night.

- Took him out how?

- But if you... you...

You found him, you
knew, obviously.

- The large suitcase.

- river. We now take you

to our onsite reporter with
an update from the scene.

- Tragic news out of Brooklyn

in the disappearance
of minor Vincent Conte,

whose body was retrieved

this evening from the
bottom of the East River.

The grisly discovery
made by NYPD

after the parents of
the victim confessed

to the accidental
killing of their son,

then disposing of the body.

- Officials

at the Environmental
Protection Agency...

determine how much and
just what kind of metal...

I need a beer.

- I don't have any.

- Well, then we
have to go to a bar.

- Okay.

- And the sister maintains
that nothing happened.

The psychologist thinks she's
either protecting Vincent,

or, more likely,
she's blocking it out.

You okay?

- I felt I knew him.

That's... not the boy I knew.

- Professionally speaking, Avi,
today was a really good day.

You broke the case.

- I misread everything.

- No.

You misread her.

Everything else,
you were spot on.

I mean, the father, that it
happened in the building.

But you did misread her.

- Is the point of this
beer to critique me?

- Would you like me to?

- Yes.

- Okay, well, as I said,

gold star for breaking the case.

Um, your drawings turned out
to be more accurate than not.

- But?

- You... you lost your way some.

You believed in her a
little bit too hard.

You got to the truth, due
in part to your compass,

but also in spite of it.

I mean, it's a truth
that's devastated you,

not just because Vincent's dead,

but because this woman
you desperately wanted

to be innocent

turned out not to be.

- I think it should be
me who learns from you.

- Maybe we learn
from each other.

- L'chaim.
- L'chaim.

- Oh, I know. You're okay.

Yeah.

- I suppose you've
come to apologize.

For?

- For... for everything.

My innocence, to start with.

And you know what?

For being right about
everything that I wrote,

which was excellent
writing, by the way,

so much so that I
caused my own wife

to believe every word of it,

which occasioned her to give
my materials to the Contes,

which occasioned you to lay
a trap and solve the case.

For all your investigating,
it was the power of my writing

that actually led to the break.

- Perhaps, in addition
to an apology,

I should offer my gratitude.

- You are a...

An arrogant man in sheep's
clothing is what you are.

- That would not be
the metaphor I'd expect

from an excellent writer.

- You know what
I'm working on now?

- What?
- A poem.

It's going to be called "And
He Walked Away with Dignity."

Which is what I'm
going to do right now.

I'm going to walk away from you.

Come on, Luke.

Let's go play on the swings,

away from this nasty man, okay?

Yeah.

- Heard they made
bail, Leonard and Nora.

I saw it on the news.

Guess I'm getting
my neighbors back.

- For now.

How are you and Zack doing?

- Oh...

- That well, huh?

- Still don't feel
like I know who he is.

Not completely.

Of course, I'm having
trouble trusting myself

to trust or know anybody.

But I guess that can happen
when the world shifts

too much beneath your feet.

- It can.

- I'll tell you this, though.

While I can't claim to truly
have known Vincent Conte,

I sensed him, and I felt
him through and through.

And what they're saying
about him and his sister?

Not a fucking chance.

It was not within that boy to do

what he's being accused of.

- Leonard saw it.

He walked in on
Vincent and Olivia.

- Not a fucking chance.

- I need to speak
to your daughter.

- Why?

- It would be helpful
to the investigation.

- Well, I would
need to be present.

- The psychologists think she's
either protecting Vincent...

No!

- Or, more likely,
she's blocking it out.

- What's going on?

- I came to brief you
on some closing details.

We also have a few
follow-up questions.

- Are you kidding me? I'm
represented by counsel.

- It's just to fill
you in on a few things.

Olivia, why don't you go
to your room for a second,

Okay, hon?

- Actually, it's
fine that she hears.

It's probably best, even.

First, I again want to
convey my sympathies

for these very difficult
circumstances to lose a child,

to discover that your child
had been inappropriate

with his sibling.
- Yeah, what are these

closing details, please?

- Mainly that our
discovery was inaccurate.

The discovery that
Vincent was inappropriate

with his sibling?

He wasn't.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

I saw it.
- Yes.

We have your word
that you saw it.

Are you able to reconcile
who you knew Vincent to be

just with your husband's word?

- What's going on?

- I'm told we still have yet

to get your word
on this, Olivia.

- You are out of line.

- What's going on?

- Perhaps you've
blocked out the memory,

as the psychologists suggest.

- You need to get the
hell out of this house

right now.
- What is going on?

- Our daughter's been
traumatized enough.

- Yes. My question is by who.

- What is happening here?

- Your husband didn't walk
in on your son with Olivia.

Your son walked in
on your husband.

- That is a fuckin' lie.
- Is it?

- Oh, my God.

Olivia. Stop.

Olivia, you tell me the truth.

- Okay, tell me the truth.

Olivia, honey. It's okay.

Olivia, honey.

Tell me the truth.

Oh, my God.

- It's a lie. It's
fuckin' bullshit.

- Where do you
think you're going?

- Fuck off. I'm calling
my lawyer right now.

- Leonard. I wasn't
quite finished.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to re-arrest you.

He's got a gun!

- Leonard.

- Nora, please take Olivia to
her room and stay there now.

This is not how you
want it to end, Leonard.

- Well, what about this ending?
Do you like this ending?

- Drop that fuckin' gun!
- Do you like this ending?

- Let's stay calm.
- Drop the fuckin' gun

- Let's stay calm!
- Shut up!

- Nobody here wants
anybody to die.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Avi...

- You are not a
homicidal person.

- Stop. Stop talking.
- We all know

what happened with Vincent.
You didn't mean to kill him.

- Just shut the fuck up.

- It happened in an instant.

- Leonard, drop the fucking gun.

- Shut up!
- Avi.

- He initiated
the confrontation.

- I said shut up!
- There's no malice

in your heart.
- You're not gonna fuckin'

talk me down with clever.

- You okay?
- That is not the way, Avi.

Taking on armed
suspects like that.

It is not sustainable.

- I damn near killed the guy.

- We're all fine.

I'm sorry.

- Please just go.

- Let's give them a
little longer together.

- She knew.

Nora knew.

- At some level,
she knew. Yes.

- Can we just get
five more minutes?

- Dad?