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[Police radio chatter]

[Camera shutter clicking]

— Hey.
— Hey. Oh.

You had anything to eat?

Thank you. No, thanks.

I’ll get something in a minute.

Man, I hate this.

Was really hoping that he’d be on a beach somewhere.

Sam: — Eight hours ago, we found the body of Brian Gowdy

in the trunk of his car, beaten to death.

Gowdy went missing after taking an unknown subject

for a test-drive of Gowdy’s black XJ8.

The day before Gowdy was killed,

Dr. Milo Howard reported a suspicious man

who showed up to test-drive Dr. Howard’s black XJ8.

All right, both these vehicles were listed

on the car-sales website rideswapper.com,

and text messages confirm that it’s the same buyer.

Okay, we might be looking at a serial predator

who’s hunting his victims online.

Dr. Howard, our eyewitness, describes the male suspect

as Caucasian, mid 30s, dark hair, tall, about 195.

They met at a gas station on Lake Shore.

The suspect showed up in a gray Sedan.

The next day, Brian Gowdy, our victim,

met the suspect at the same gas station.

Now, we don’t have a visual on the killer,

but we do have some security footage

showing a gray Cruze Sedan pulling into the lot.

Partial plate… Alpha India bravo November.

All right, now, Peck and Collins,

you’re gonna be on the Sedan.

And Epstein and price, you’ll be with our victim, okay?

Find out everything that you can. McNally?

All right, this is footage of the deceased

that was pulled from an ATM at a gas station.

Right now, this is the last known sighting

of Brian Gowdy alive.

— Excuse me. Staff?
Oliver: — Yeah.

Just let me.

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I’m sorry about your brother, Mr. Gowdy.

You were close?

Yeah, we were very close, and…

you know, twins often, uh, grow apart as they get older,

but we… we didn’t.

We were… we were best friends.

Did you know your brother was
planning to move to Costa Rica?

I… I know he’d b… been
there a couple of times, but…

Mr. Gowdy, do you have any idea who might have done this?

Uh, no, it…

Look, Brian was the kindest man in the world.

I have no idea who would want to do this to him.

Dex, you need to pick Leo up at 4:00

or I need to call Stella, so can you call me back,

let me know you got this message?

Thanks.

Dex didn’t even show up to mediation this morning.

— You’re kidding.
— No.

Well, that’s good for you, isn’t it?

Yeah, you should’ve seen the guy

scribbling on his judging pad.

That didn’t sound good, did it?

Look, you didn’t want to fight this battle,

but you still need to win it.

Thank you.

Welcome.

Hey, Chris, what do you got?

No other divisions have reported
any other suspicious test-drives,

bodies in cars, or any other criminal activity

related to online auto sites.

So unless the suspect’s just ramping up,

it’s not a serial predator.

Yeah, but why was Gowdy a target?

I don’t know. Single, no psycho ex-girlfriends,

well-loved by his staff and students… I…

Well, keep looking.

I’m telling you, there is nothing to find on this guy.

Oh, come on, everybody’s hiding something…

parking tickets, prescriptions, husbands.

I was being hilarious.

You’re still mad about Wes.

Chloe, I mentioned the guy.

Mentioned him because you’re
obviously still upset about it.

If I didn’t mention him,

then I’d be suppressing it, and that’s not healthy.

Fine. I won’t mention him.

You find anything yet?

Out of all the squeaky-clean guys we investigated,

this guy is the squeakiest.

Well, we think he’s targeted,

so he’s got to be hiding something.

I don’t know. Tap into your duplicitous side.

How do people hide things?

I know you’re suppressing it right now.

Whoa. 150 license plates beginning with «AIBN.»

I’m gonna make you an online dating profile.

14 of those plates belong to gray Sedans.

And I don’t believe in online dating.

Oh, it’s real.

And I think I’m the best person for the job

because I know you so intimately.

Great.

I’m gonna say that you sleep with your eyes half-closed,

like a decaying corpse.

Because I do.

And that you’ve never lost a sock a day in your life

to a sort of creepy degree because you are a sock tracker.

God, women are just gonna eat this up.

Hey, you’re single now. I can make you a profile.

Talk about how you floss your teeth with your hair.

Not anymore.

Ooh, I could put on that video,

you arguing with the parking guy

with your mouth still frozen from the dentist.

No, you don’t have a video of that.

[Slurring] I will always have a video of that.

Got anything?

Uh, yes.

We have eight gray Cruze Sedans

with plates starting with «AIBN.»

Witness says the suspect is a
Caucasian, 30s, dark-brown hair.

— Yep.
— Ooh.

Traci, that could be any… body.

It could be Nick.

I have an alibi. Nope.

Nope.

Wait. There’s one.

Sean Harrison, 34 years old, lives at 59 Dalmay Street.

Okay.

Let’s see if he’ll come in for a chat.

All right. Okay.

[Police radio chatter]

[Knock on door]

Sean Harrison.

Yeah.

Something going on?

Can you let us in? It’s cold outside.

Mr. Harrison, we believe a gray
Sedan registered in your name

may have been used in the commission of a crime.

Crime?

Are you here by yourself?

Yeah. Unless…

Kelly? Kelly?

I guess she’s still at work.

Would you mind joining us down at the station?

— Are you arresting me?
— No, no.

We just want to ask you a few questions.

Can I at least get dressed?

Yeah, of course, as long as you don’t mind

if Officer Collins escorts you.

I don’t do the boys anymore.

Sam: — Mr. Harrison, do you ever buy gas

at a station on Lake Shore?

Nope.

That’s odd because your car
was seen there three days ago.

— Seen by who?
— A guy selling an XJ8.

Officer McNally, you want to tell Sean

what happened after that?

The next day, another person, Brian Gowdy,

arranged to meet the same person at the same gas station

to test-drive his XJ8.

— I don’t know what to tell you. It wasn’t me.
— Brian Gowdy.

You know him?

Never heard of him.

What do you do for a living, Mr. Harrison?

— I’m a contractor.
— [Cellphone vibrates]

Uh, we’ll be right back.

[Buzzer]

[Door closes]

Dr. Howard, thanks for coming in.

That’s not him.

Are you sure?

He matches your description,

and the car you saw is registered to him.

Well, I’m sorry, Detective,

but that’s not the man that I took on a test-drive.

— Okay.
— [Cellphone vibrates]

Sean’s wife is here, McNally.

Dr. Howard, thanks very much.

All right, let’s get the rest of your statement.

Kelly Harrison?

What’s going on with Sean?

I’m Detective Swarek.

This is Officer McNally.

Um, we just have a couple questions.

Okay.

Does anyone else have access to your husband’s car,

anybody that fits your husband’s description?

Larry.

Larry? Who’s Larry?

He didn’t tell you about Larry?

— No, he didn’t tell us about Larry.
— Mnh-mnh.

They’re blood brothers or something

’cause they grew up in the same group home.

Far as I can tell, it means they watch football together

and Larry stays in our basement
whenever he’s out of prison.

He’s staying in your basement right now,

and he just got out of prison?

Yeah. Millburn Penitentiary.

Sean promised he’d changed.

[Buzzer]

So, if I was getting run down

for a crime I didn’t know anything about

and I had this guy, Larry Chisholm…

McNally, would you read out that sheet, please?

1998, misdemeanor assault, 12 months.

2001, assault causing bodily harm, 24 months.

2004, assault with a deadly weapon, four years.

— And so on and so forth, right?
— Pretty much.

If I had that guy living in my basement,

I think I’d mention him would you mention him?

I would definitely mention him.

I just wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt,

at least until I talked to
him. The guy’s like my brother.

— Hey, we just want to talk to him.
— I don’t know where he is.

He had a parole appointment this morning.

Was he with you the afternoons in question?

Sean?

No. He wasn’t.

He said he had to do something. I didn’t ask what.

Where would Larry be now?

We’re gonna need a list of family, friends,

associates, anybody.

[Sighs] There’s no one.

Trust me.

If there were, he wouldn’t have been staying with us.

Just ask Kelly.

What about prison? He’s got friends on the inside?

[Sighs]

He had a fight a while ago

with another inmate, so, yeah, he…

had people watching his back.

Sam: — Our eyewitness has positively identified

Larry Chisholm as the man he took for a test-drive

the day before Brian Gowdy was killed.

Traci: — And in the absence of a connection

between the victim and our suspect,

our working theory is that Larry was doing a favor

for someone on the inside.

Okay, that means we’re working BOLO,

border control, airports, customs…

Andy: — Hey.

So, Larry showed up for his
parole appointment this morning.

— Apparently, he was a wreck.
— [Cellphone vibrates]

Also, I have the tech report for Larry’s cell.

Uh, we’ve got a text message to Dr. Milo Howard,

a text exchange with Brian Gowdy, but listen to this.

Three calls to an illegal cellphone in Millburn Pen

a day after Brian Gowdy was killed.

So if he was repaying a debt,

then he… he maybe called someone inside

to let them know it was done.

Okay, thanks very much.

That was the warden at Millburn.

He gave us a list of inmates Larry knew.

Okay, Nash, you gonna go and do that?

Actually, it’s fine. I’ll take it.

— Nash, you got this?
— Yeah, I got it.

Okay, Larry Chisholm could not have gotten far.

Go and get him and bring him in.

[Car alarm chirps]

[Engine turns over]

Hey.

Hey.

What’re… what’re you doing here?

I got trail mix and two coffees. We’re good to go.

Uh…

Don’t you think they’re gonna
need you for interviews here?

[Scoffs] Forget it. Coming with you.

I’m gonna drive.

Fine. Road trip. Yay.

Yay.

[Police radio chatter]

[Rock music playing]

Who did the warden give us?

Uh, Larry’s laundry partner, some guy he fought with,

his sponsor, and his supervisor at the call center.

Sponsor’s a good one. You know?

People usually tell their sponsors everything, right?

Yeah, you know, that’s in confidence.

I think if anybody’s gonna tell us what Larry was up to,

it’s gonna be the guy he fought with.

Yeah, I guess.

[Siren wails]

Everything all right?

Y… yeah, everything’s great.

[Volume increases]

— ♪ — Are you gonna waste my time? — ♪ —

Mm.

— ♪ — Are you gonna be mine? — ♪ —

My goldfish has more enemies than Brian Gowdy.

I’m pretty sure that’s evidence.

Yeah. Great, thank you.

Uh, I’ll be at this number.

They’re gonna call us back within the hour

with the full vehicle history report.

Oh, within the hour.

Oh, take your time, guys. No rush.

We’re just looking for a killer.

[Groans]

— Are you mad about something?
— No.

I just want to be out on the street,

looking for this guy, doing something,

instead of riding this desk again.

You know what? Yes, I am mad.

Do you want to know why?

I’m mad at the psycho who shot me.

I’m also mad at Wes

for deciding to leave this blood clot in my neck.

[Sighs]

Are you mad at me?

No, I am not mad at you…

besides the fact that you didn’t fight Wes at all

at the hospital.

People don’t fight that well
when they’re caught off guard.

That’s why ambushes work.

Well, you asked me if I was mad,

and I’m feeling mad, which is why I said yes.

It’s one thing to stand me up,

but he didn’t even pick up Leo.

What, he didn’t… he didn’t call you?

— No, and…
— [Cellphone rings]

[Scoffs] Oh, it’s him.

Dex?

What?

What?

I’ll see what I can do. Okay.

Okay.

Uh, apparently, Dex was in a bar fight last night,

and, uh, the hospital’s saying someone needs to go

— and pick him up.
— Uh, is he okay?

I don’t know, but a… am I supposed
to leave here now? I don’t know.

— Do you want to… do you want me to get him, Trace?
— Yes. No!

— What?
— What?

— That would be weird.
— It’s not weird.

He’s your son’s father. You’re right in
the middle of this homicide investigation.

It’s fine.

No big deal.

[Buzzer]

[Static]

[Radio clicks off]

Sam: — [Sighs]

How about we play 20 questions?

Bubble gum or the moon?

How did you know that? I didn’t
even ask you anything yet.

You always do bubble gum and the moon.

I know. Those are good ones.

Hmm.

I spy…

Yeah, not safe while driving.

Lame.

Well, do you want me to drive for a bit?

Oh, no, no, I’m good.

— Thanks.
— No? You’re good. Yeah.

[Sighs]

[Radio turns on, static]

Hey, Dex.

I’m here to give you a ride home.

Where’s Trace?

Making a living. Come on. Hop in.

No, thanks.

Hospital said I had to be released to family,

not my ex’s latest fling.

Well, bar-fighters can’t be choosers, right?

Well, it wasn’t a bar fight, okay?

Some guy wanted my wallet.

I didn’t want to give it to him.

— You got mugged?
— Yeah. I got mugged.

At a bar.

Well, do you have a description of the guy?

— I could help you file a report if you want.
— You know what?

Happened so fast, I didn’t really
get a good look at their faces.

Oh, so, was… was it a guy or was it guys?

You know what? I’m not gonna talk about this with you.

Dex… You missed mediation
’cause you got into a bar fight,

and then you didn’t pick up your kid.

Look, just because I got attacked

doesn’t mean that Traci’s not working insane hours.

Leaving my kid with a sitter when he could be with me?

You talking custody now?

No, I’m talking about what’s best for Leo.

Yeah. Okay.

You want a ride or what?

No, thanks. I’ll call my brother.

Next time, why don’t you call your brother first?

All right, Larry was last seen

at his parole meeting two blocks from here,

so let’s start with some of the dive bars

in the area.

[Laughing]

That’s terrible.

— It’s for your profile.
— I’m good.

— You looking for the suspect? ’Cause I’m driving.
— Oh. Uh…

Do you really think Larry’s yucking it up

with some stripper?

No, I think that Larry’s on the run, but…

I don’t get why he didn’t run after he killed the guy.

Because he’s smart.

He went to his parole appointment this morning,

so no one’s gonna report him missing for two weeks.

Okay, so, assuming that Larry’s not brain-dead,

he knows he’d have to show I.D. to buy a plane ticket.

And he’s not gonna get very far in a stolen car.

— Bus station.
— Bus station.

[Police radio chatter]

— [Camera shutter clicks]
— [Scoffs]

So, my dad and I used to play this game

every time we were on a road trip

called «two truths and a lie.»

Actually, it was one of the only times

that we really opened up to each other.

— Oh, yeah.
— Mm-hmm.

It was a good game.

[Sighs] You want to go first?

The truth is,

I really don’t want to play «two truths and a lie.»

Nice try.

And, also, you’re not supposed to tell me what’s true.

You’re supposed to say two truths and one lie,

and then I have to guess.

Okay.

I’m a cop, I’m a man, I’m a chicken.

First of all, don’t tell me that

in the order of the title, okay?

It’s a dead giveaway.

Second, try to maybe come up with things that, uh…

I can’t tell just by looking at you.

Oh, you mean secrets.

Or maybe things that have been bugging you lately.

Like in the last couple hours or…

you know, things you might just want to get off your chest.

You are a chicken.

That’s three truths.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Buzzer]

Yep, this is Larry’s crowd, all right.

We’re thinking maybe he owed somebody in here a favor,

something he had to make good on once he got out.

These guys?

They’d sell out their mothers
for a spit rollie and a haircut.

You know anything about a recent
altercation with an inmate?

Yeah, I pulled them apart myself.

But if you really want to find out what it’s over,

you can ask the unworthy opponent himself…

[Buzzer] Remy Legrande.

[Police radio chatter]

See, Larry promised me his radio when he got out.

I mean, he promised,

so long as I stayed away from the mashed-potato vodka

that bean Jimmy makes in the back of his John.

Andy: — So, what happened?

I… I drank the vodka, he wouldn’t give me the radio,

so I punched him in the face… it wasn’t personal.

Sam: — Did Larry owe anyone any favors?

Protection, debts paid, debts owed?

Uh, I don’t know. Damien, maybe?

But Larry’s a God lover now.

He keeps his side of the street clean,

doesn’t get into yours, you know.

— Did he call you recently?
— No.

You got a cellphone?

Cellphone’s not legal in here, man.

Come on. We’re not the cellphone police.

We’re investigating a murder.

Larry’s dead?

Because he did say I could have his radio.

I mean, he’d want me to have it.

He was a real stand-up guy.

Thank you very much for your time.

What about the radio? Guys?

Hey, Trace, still no word

from Swarek and McNally up at Millburn.

What do you got happening here?

Not much so far.

There’s still no connection

between the victim and the suspect.

I just got off the phone with motor vehicles.

Guess who was the previous owner of Brian Gowdy’s XJ8?

The twin brother, Jim Gowdy.

We’re thinking that maybe he was the intended victim.

Jim works in mortgages, foreclosures.

He probably has a lot more enemies than Brian ever did.

Okay, if that’s what’s happening,

he’s a sitting duck out there.

Larry Chisholm is still awol.

Well, let’s get Jim Gowdy in here right away.

Larry worked under me at the call center.

I was sorry to see him go.

You were happy with Larry’s work?

Most guys in here phone it in, literally.

«Hi. You want your carpet cleaned?»

«No, thank you.»

«Oh, okay. Bye.»

Entitled. Think the world owes them something.

Larry wasn’t like that?

Larry loved praise with the hope of a beaten puppy.

Did Larry owe anybody any favors,

debts he’d have to repay once he got out?

No, that wasn’t Larry.

Trust me. I know what goes on around here.

Would you be surprised if Larry re-offended?

Yes. And no.

«Yes» because he was so damn excited

to get out of here and make a life for himself.

— That right?
— He asked me to write a recommendation letter.

And «no» because… ?

He never got back to me to tell
me where to mail the letter.

So I wondered.

That’s all.

So, you think my brother was killed

because someone thought he was me?

Traci: — We’re not sure.

We’re just looking at all the possibilities.

When did you give Brian the car?

Um… I don’t know. Four months ago.

He was volunteering, bringing food to shelters.

Guy doesn’t even have a car.

He was doing it on the bus, so…

thought it would help.

So he was working with homeless people,

getting them off the street…

And I foreclose on people’s houses

and put them out on the street.

Did you foreclose on the homes

of any inmates at Millburn Penitentiary?

Probably, yeah.

Chris: — Trace.

BOLO just came through.

We got a guy fitting the suspect’s description,

just bought a ticket at a bus station in Port Credit.

Dispatcher: — All squads… we got a report of a man

fitting Larry Chisholm’s description

at the bus station in Port Credit.

He’s waiting for the bus bound for Niagara Falls

departing in 40 minutes, over.

1519... we're in the immediate area.

Nick: — 1519… I got a visual on the suspect.

Copy, 1519, and proceed with caution.

Hey, Larry Chisholm!

If I told you I was an Olympic decathlete,

would you skip the whole chase, just get in the car?

It’s like that?

I want you to turn around.

Turn around. Hands behind your back.

Well, this is going nowhere.

We should talk to his sponsor.

Yeah, okay. You know what?

Let’s split up. I’ll talk to the sponsor.

You call Traci, find out where they’re at.

All right.

And I’ll let them know where we’re
at, which is, essentially, nowhere.

Gary: — Detective? You got a call.

Oh, okay.

First door on the right there.

Well, so how’s it all going?

Well, you know, prisoners love cops.

[Chuckles] Who do you got left?

I have no idea. I don’t have the list.

Well, let’s check mine here.

Here we go.

Looks like you’ve got the guy

who did laundry detail with Larry, Derek mooney,

and his sponsor, Jay Swarek.

Oh, Swarek. He’s a real talky man.

— Can I see that?
— Sure.

Hey. We got Larry Chisholm.

They’re bringing him into the station now.

Looks like we can roll out of here.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

I know why you want to get out of here.

Yeah. Rush-hour traffic.

Stop.

Who was Larry’s sponsor?

Uh…

You don’t want to meet him.

I’m not afraid to meet him.

He has… nothing to do with my life anymore.

— But he’s your father.
— So?

Your dad’s a drinker.

You don’t tell me those stories.

What stories?

Little McNally coming home from school,

«my dad says he’s not gonna drink anymore.

He promised me he wouldn’t
pass out on the couch anymore.»

Cut to you trying to get his shoes off

while he’s on the couch, swearing at you.

I told you everything about my life.

— Well…
— Everything.

Yeah, why do we have to talk about all that stuff?

Because I want to know you!

This happens every time!

Everything’s going great,

and then life happens, and you shut down.

Yeah, and then you go undercover for six months.

Oh, my God. You broke up with me, Sam.

Okay? We weren’t even together.

Jerry died!

And you left.

Sam, I’m not going in for another round of this.

I won’t do it.

[Sighs]

Gail: — So, Brian Gowdy, huh?

We still can’t figure out how you even knew him.

You didn’t volunteer at his charities,

and he didn’t do time with you.

I don’t know Brian Gowdy.

Well, that’s not what your B.F.F. Sean Harrison said.

Sean told you what?

That he lent you his car the day Gowdy was killed.

He tried to get in touch with you, but you, uh…

you were really hard to get ahold of.

He… he didn’t say that.

He’s in with a detective right now.

[Police radio chatter]

All right, this is 1519.

We’re just pulling in with Larry now.

We’ll bring him through booking in a minute.

[Grunting] Dispatcher: — Copy, 1519.

Hey. Hey, easy, buddy. Easy.

Hey! Hey!

Unh!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

— We’re in the sally port.
— [Alarms blaring]

Suspect has cut his throat. We need medics now.

Dispatcher: — Okay. Medics are on their way.

Okay, Larry, just breathe, okay?

[Indistinct shouting]

Your eyes. Your eyes, Larry.

Okay, Larry, Larry, look at me!

What was that alarm about? Is something happening?

We found your friend, Larry Chisholm.

— Did he say what happened?
— No.

Before we could bring him in for questioning,

he tried to kill himself.

I need to see him.

Sean, you can’t talk to him until we do,

and when we do, if he survives,

we’re charging him with first-degree murder.

Oh, my God.

Look, we’re gonna send you
two home, but we’ll call you.

We’ll fill you in on Larry’s
condition when we know anything.

— Chris?
— Yeah.

Can you, uh, fill out the paperwork on Mr. Harrison?

Sure.

Right this way.

They’re gonna be a few minutes.

Did you want to get some coffee?

That’d be great.

Okay. This way.

Assaulting a police officer.

That was Christmas.

The neighbors called in another domestic.

I told the police my mother fell

while she was decorating the Christmas tree.

[Cellphone vibrates]

Uh, it’s Traci.

[Clears throat]

Larry Chisholm is in the hospital in critical condition.

He tried to kill himself.

Oh.

Does that really sound like

the guy we’ve been hearing about today?

He gets out, repays a prison debt by killing Gowdy,

then tries to kill himself?

Does that make sense?

Well, we don’t actually know that he was repaying a debt.

So, we got a murder and a suicide attempt

with no clear motive.

There is someone we could talk to.

You know what?

[Clears throat]

McNally, it’s time you met my old man.

Believe it or not, the coffee in the lounge

is better than the coffee in the squad room.

We have very low coffee standards around here.

Oh, Kelly, I’m sorry.

I thought they put that away already.

That’s the man that was beaten?

It is.

His name’s Brian Gowdy.

He was a schoolteacher.

Do you recognize him?

No. I don’t think so.

Paperwork’s in order.

Your husband will be at the front desk in a few minutes.

Do you need a ride?

No, I drove.

She seemed kind of spooked.

I think she just realized

what the man living in her basement is capable of.

[Buzzer]

Thanks, bud.

Heard you were here.

I didn’t really think you’d have the stones

to actually come and see me, though.

But then I see you brought backup.

[Door closes]

This is Officer Andy McNally.

Andy?

God, I wish I’d known you were coming.

I would’ve thrown on something a little more welcoming.

We have a few questions about Larry Chisholm.

— Who?
— The man you were sponsoring in addiction recovery.

It’s nice to see you’re dealing with your demons, dad.

Looks good on a parole application.
I’m up for early release.

Oh.

Hey, do they still make those, uh…

those hot turkey sandwiches with all the gravy down there

at that little hole in the wall in Washington?

I don’t know, pop.

Used to take him there Sundays.

We had a little man time, him and me.

Always went there,

because sometimes his mother could be a little…

How is your looney mother?

My mother’s good. She’s somewhere warm.

Oh.

And I didn’t keep the house warm?

I don’t think that’s what I said. Is that what I said?

I worked.

Sometimes things would go a little wrong.

Andy here knows how that goes.

Anyway, who needs that… mother of yours, anyway?

I got this sweet little thing that comes in here to see me.

Very sweet. That’d be your conjugal stepmom.

You know what?

You should ask Officer Andy over here

if she’d like to come along one time

and she can meet your conjugal stepmom.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

[Clears throat]

Don’t try and tell me

that you’ve never tried it on with, uh…

Larry Chisholm… what do you know about him?

You know, if I got a chance to work with that every day…

Excuse me.

Uh, Officer Andy, I know you like to ask the questions.

Can I ask you a question?

Has my son ever told you

the story about how it is that I ended up in jail?

No. No? What, not interesting enough?

Larry Chisholm… did he have any debts

he had to pay off when he got out?

You know, all I wanted to hear

all these years is just for you to admit it.

Just say it. But no.

Isn’t it sad that a man has to hide behind a badge

just to stand up to his old man?

You’re probably afraid that they might steal

your precious badge away from you, right?

Just take it back.

And I’m telling you right now, they would.

If they knew the story, if someone were to tell them,

they’d take your badge.

That’s it. Time to go.

Just hope that woman’s not in too much danger.

— [Buzzer]
— Sam.

Just give me five minutes.

It’s all right. I’ve got it.

So, just tell me… are you and Sammy a couple?

Well, watch out. That’s alls I can say.

You were Larry’s sponsor.

He must’ve been like a son to you.

Yeah. Actually, yeah.

More of a son to me than Sam ever was.

Larry called you after Brian Gowdy was killed, didn’t he?

’Course. Yeah.

He called me.

Telling me that his psychopathic buddy

was starting to push him again.

You mean Sean Harrison.

They grew up in a group home together.

And when they were kids,

this guy really had Larry’s back.

Now he owns his balls.

Larry has the brain of a spring lamb, okay?

But he’s a good guy.

Well, did he say why Harrison was pushing him around?

Yeah.

Are you and Sammy a couple?

I care about Sam.

Very much.

Okay.

Harrison was following his wife around.

He follows her to a motel, he sees her go in there,

so obviously, she’s getting
boned on the side by some guy,

so he waits outside, watches the guy come out,

doesn’t recognize him, but he climbs into this car,

this black car that’s got a ride swapper.

So now he’s making Larry

test-drive every matching car on the site.

And then Larry says, you know,

«what do you want to know for and everything?»

And he says, well, that he’s not gonna hurt the guy.

He’s just gonna talk to him.

So Larry made all the calls and did all the test-drives.

He brought Brian Gowdy to Sean Harrison, didn’t he?

Yep. You got it.

Okay, and Harrison beat Brian Gowdy to death.

Larry had absolutely nothing to do with that.

You got to trust me on that one, okay?

All Larry wanted was just to get sober

and wanted to get the hell out of here.

And then this Harrison guy starts ranting

about how he’s gonna do the wife maybe, too,

so Larry’s got to get… just got to get out of here.

Why didn’t he just call the police?

Oh, come on. Don’t be stupid.

He’s gonna end up right back in here.

Thank you.

Hey, wait.

Just tell me this.

What did Sammy tell you about me?

[Buzzer]

First I’ve heard of you.

[Door closes]

Detective, what do you need?

Sean Harrison killed Brian Gowdy.

Kelly was having an affair with him.

Where’s Kelly now?

With Sean. Let’s go.

Peck, Peck. Go around that side.

Right there. Let’s go.

Sean Harrison!

This is the police!

We are inside the house!

[Scrubbing]

Nick.

Kelly?

Yeah. Hi.

Kelly, what happened?

Nothing. You know, the usual.

Nothing.

It’s not even our place, you know.

It’s a rental.

Kelly, I’m just gonna grab the knife.

No, no, no, no! It’s gross.

I need to clean it off.

Brian Gowdy… you knew him?

Sean killed him.

I didn’t know.

I didn’t know until I saw the pictures.

For a second, I thought, maybe…

I’d missed part of the plan.

Brian’s so smart.

I thought maybe… maybe I missed part of the plan.

To disappear to Costa Rica?

Okay.

You guys left about an hour ago. What happened?

Sean made me get in the car.

He knew I knew.

He started punching me in the car.

I just curled up… and closed my eyes.

It’s so weird.

We got back here, and Sean was just going off on me,

and all I could see was this knife.

It was like Brian put it there.

I know that’s crazy, but…

Oh, my God.

[Knife clatters]

[Crying] Oh, my God.

[Buzzer]

So, suddenly, you can’t get enough of me?

Okay. Go ahead.

Get it off your chest.

Yeah. Come on. Let’s go.

When I was a little kid, I remember… I remember, uh,

waking up in the middle of the night,

got to get a glass of water, and, uh…

I didn’t know if I was in for a smack in the head

or a… an hour-long, hot-whiskey-breath
lecture on the civil war…

you don’t think I wanted to beat my old man up every day?

You don’t think I wanted to punch his teeth out?

I was so scared of you.

And then, I was angry with you,

and… and then, for a long time,

I was worried I’d be like you, you know?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

But here we are, and, uh…

Yeah, here we are.

Sitting here, looking at you, and I see your, uh…

Sad, angry old face, and I realize…

I’m free.

And I’m not gonna waste one more emotion on you.

What is this? Your «I forgive you» speech?

It’s pretty lame. Just listen to me, okay?

I do not forgive you.

You don’t have to,

’cause I never felt guilty for one second.

You deserved everything you got from me.

Do you hear me on that?

I forgive you, pop.

How sweet. Just get the hell out of here.

[Buzzer]

[Siren wails]

Kelly getting second-degree, it just doesn’t seem right.

Well, her lawyer’s just gonna argue self-defense.

I’m okay with that.

Me, too.

I’ll leave you to it.

Dex. How are you doing?

Nice move today, sending your boyfriend to get me.

I don’t want to fight with you.

No, if you didn’t want to fight,
you would’ve come yourself.

I was working.

I’m busy, like I always am,

which is your big problem with me.

Look, I work a lot.

But it doesn’t mean I’m not a good mother.

What does it mean, then?

When you didn’t show up to mediation this morning,

I was glad.

And then I found out you were in the hospital.

I’m fine. Okay?

Look, we’re not together anymore,

but no one else will ever love Leo like you and I do.

W… we’ve got the same favorite memories…

you know, all the firsts, all the funny things he says.

So you better not let anything happen to you,

’cause what if I forget?

Who’s gonna remind me?

You know I fought for you as hard as I could

in the hospital, right?

I know.

And they wouldn’t even let me in the room.

Dov, it’s not your fault.

Really, I’m just mad at myself.

I mean, God, I get drunk off tequila,

marry some guy ’cause I think it’s hysterical,

and then he’s in charge

of my major life-threatening surgeries.

And, look, it is not your fault.

I am so sorry.

Forgive and forget?

Forgive and forget.

Want to get drunk and make out?

Yes, but not on tequila.

Okay.

We used to watch «Millionaire» together when I was a kid.

He was in and out of prison all our lives,

as you know, but, uh…

When he was out, we used to watch that game show.

— You remember?
— Mm-hmm. I do.

It was the one thing we had in
common when I was growing up.

We, uh, both wanted to be millionaires.

I wanted it so I could get my
mother and sister away from him.

I have no idea why he wanted to be a millionaire.

Did he tell you why he went to prison the last time?

No.

No?

The cops wanted him on a robbery/assault,

but he had an alibi.

He said that he was at home with his boy,

watching «Millionaire.»

And they asked me about it, and, uh…

[Chuckles]

I told them he was lying.

And… he got six months.

When he was inside, got into a fight, killed a guy.

20 years.

Was he telling the truth?

Or were you?

He was.

Mm.

More than you wanted to hear?

No.

You are nothing like that man.

And if you ever doubt it,

you just need to turn around and ask me.

Oh, yeah? You gonna be there?

[Scoffs] Just try and get rid of me.

Okay, well, that sounded a little bit stalkery.

You do have some say.

— ♪ — I’m just a piece of light — ♪ —

I love you, McNally.

— ♪ — On my own

I love you, Sam Swarek.

— ♪ — Can’t wait to be yours tonight — ♪ —

So, uh, where to next?

— ♪ — Keep me warm

McNally is brilliant.

Mm-hmm.

McNally is beautiful.

McNally is always fun to be with.

Hey.

Which one of those is the lie, hmm?

Well… maybe I don’t want to lie.

— Oh, yeah?
— Yeah.

Really?

Really.

The truth.

I told McNally the whole story today.

And she’s still here.

Truth.

In fact, she’s right here…

— ♪ — Is there a place for me?

… trying to seduce me.

[Chuckles] Trying?

Please, detective.

Truth… McNally makes me feel alive.

You are the worst at this game.

[Both chuckle]

Good.

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