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Dear friends,

it is here that
we finally arrive

at the very heart and soul

of our great journey.

This... is Market Street!

Though, much has changed

since I owned a home at
the intersection of Fourth.

But one thing remains consistent

young Ava sells brownies so rich

that King George

would attempt to tax them
without representation.

So

Go forth, good citizens,

and spend!

As always,

you're the high point
of my day, Benji.

Ooh, dessert.

I want a blondie.

Can I have one?

The truffle brownie
is my favorite.

Do I know you from somewhere?

Perhaps, uh, the Masonic Lodge?

No, I'm serious.

You ever been to Kansas City?

I don't believe so.

Is

That one of the new townships
amongst the colonies?

Young miss,

do you know what else occurred
here on Market Street?

My famous experiment
with electricity.

Grandpa! Look what I found!

Oh, let me see.

Oh, wow. That's nice.

Jealous? No.

Are you kidding me?

Jason is entitled
to his privacy.

He's allowed to have friends.

I'd just be, uh,
calling in a favor.

I-I appreciate
that, but I don't...

Wait a minute.

That room was empty, right?

- Yep.
- Did you hire...?

No.

Uh...

Good morning.

Uh, good morning.

Hi.

Oh!

Pink for you, Captain Batista.

And purple for you,
Detective Adebayo.

Oh, uh... Kemi's fine.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Helen

your new forensic scientist.

I don't remember requesting
any additional personnel.

I was assigned by
Inspector Braun.

So the Inspector put you here?

I thought he told you.

Oh, well

surprise!

I love surprises.

Especially ones that
come bearing gifts.

Go ahead, open them.

Oh... uh...

Yeah, hey, I'll go
first. Look at that.

"Ooh, gifts!" Heh, heh.

Oh, is this... um...

A Cadbury Creme Egg.

Oh...

They're so good.

I didn't really get it, but

figured you can't go
wrong with Cadbury.

They are really good.
Thank you so much.

Nice to meet you, Helen.

I need to call the Inspector.

You... You forgot this!

I look forward to
working together.

Okay.

If you're not gonna
stop for coffee,

you gotta bring coffee

that's, like, Partner 101.

Look, I'm not the
one who made us late.

You know what? It wasn't my idea

for us to drive
together... that was you.

Yeah, because Braun's gonna
be watching us. All right?

We gotta be on point.

Oh, so this is a thing?

So, what, are you...

You're like my
babysitter now, or...?

Absolutely not. No.
I'm your partner.

Oh.

Unless you're gonna
act like a baby.

Okay, "partner."

I have been

thinking a lot about the
Maritz car bombing...

No, please don't.

"Please don't," what?

This guy Maritz, he gets out,
two seconds later, kabloom?

That doesn't make you think?

Yeah, it does, all right?

But I'm thinking about Nikki.

Okay? Braun was clear. Case
belongs to Homicide now.

Okay, so please don't put her
in a bad spot with her new boss.

Okay? Just for once, be
professional, drop it.

Me be professional?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Singing an engagement in
front of the whole office?

Okay, one, okay... I
was singing my ass off.

- Yeah, that's fine.
- Okay, yeah.

I cleared it with H.R. It
was a beautiful moment.

It was a beautiful moment!

It was a beautiful,
unprofessional moment.

All right, if you say so.

Hey, Kemi.

Ahem. Glad you called,

'cause Mike here was
about to serenade me.

Aww! Are you
proposing to him, too?

- That's nice.
- All right, all right!

See? See? Unprofessional!

Just admit it!

Um, are you guys close?

We've got a strange
situation here.

"Benjamin Franklin" is missing?

I cannot tell a lie.

Our founding father
compatriot has disappeared.

We work for the Walking
History Colonial Tour Company.

I'm Alexander Hamilton.

Some of us are pretty strict

about breaking character.

You don't say.

Ben Franklin bailed today

in the middle of
one of his tours,

but the guy was
usually a total pro

even more into his
character than George here.

He would never run out on a job.

So you're worried
something happened to him?

I didn't know the guy
behind the glasses

or anything, like I said

he didn't break the act,

but he was nice... bit
older than most of us.

I don't know.

It's weird he didn't come back.

Hamilton?

- Mm-hmm.
- Did he rap?

Oh, you're just so funny!

Is that the room
where it happened?

- Don't do that.
- Okay.

All right, so what...
what are we dealing with?

We got our old guy,

forgets to take his
pills, he gets confused?

We got a "Silver
Alert" situation?

No, it's, um, it's
more than that.

This guy never broke
character... like, ever.

Um, we don't have a name,

let alone verification
of his age.

We've got uniforms
canvassing the area,

taking statements
from the tour group,

but from all accounts,
the man just disappeared.

Detective Grant.

Yeah?

Sergeant Sherman.

I'm Helen, your new
forensic scientist.

Oh.

What is that...
an evidence tech?

Did Nikki...

Braun.

A gift for our
team in the field,

who, from the case
files I've read

like the Yin and Yang

represent the inseparable
contradictory.

Mm!

That's good. It's
appropriate, too.

One's white... and one's black.

- Okay...
- Oh, look at that.

Oh, I didn't mean to...

The tour company had very
little useful information.

They had a disconnected
phone number

and P.O. box address.

We need to check local
hospitals and urgent care.

Gotcha.

Name on file for
our Ben Franklin

is, uh, "Richard Saunders."

Oh.

Uh... you're not
gonna find anything.

Okay.

One of my previous
existences involved

a very physically gratifying

relationship with the
founding father in question.

Fix your face. Yes, it did.

Sounds cool.

What does she mean?

She... played "hide the pickle"

with Ben Franklin
in a past life.

All right, we did
more than share a bed.

In that time,

I was exposed

to some of his other
creative endeavors,

which included writings
that he published

under his pen name,
"Richard Saunders."

As in, Poor Richard's
Farming Almanac

anyone, no? Okay.

So our fake Ben Franklin
is using the same pseudonym

as the real Ben Franklin?

And he would occasionally
use "Richard Saunders"

to refer to other things...
you know what I'm sayin'?

Is she joking?

She's not.

We may not know who
this man really is,

but he is missing, and
it's our job to find him.

He's an elderly tour guide.

How much trouble could he be in?

Huh?

Hey.

So, we checked all
the local hospitals

for Richard Saunders.

Oh, let me guess.

You were right, and
there's nothing?

I appreciate you checking.

Mm-hmm.

Something else?

You seemed concerned about
the new evidence tech, Helen?

So, I called around,

and, um, she has been
transferred a lot.

In spite of her spotless
evidential integrity record?

What's her story?

She's good at science,
not so good at people.

It seems that her
personality has clashed

with too many superiors,

and it's all been lateral moves.

Homicide, Vice,
Cold Case, to us.

So what, she's our problem now?

Hey, you know as well as I do

that the label of
a "difficult woman"

can stifle a career.

Maybe she just needs
the right mentors.

♪ I am so proud

♪ If I allowed

♪ My family pride
to be my guide ♪

♪ I am so proud...

I stand by what I just said.

♪ If I allowed -[chuckles] Yeah.

Hey.

I got something from Patrol.

Said our missing Ben Franklin
tossed this key to a kid,

so there could be prints on it.

Have Ethel Merman take a look.

- Okay.
- Who?

Just don't, don't...
don't worry about it.

Oh... kay. Hi.

Hey, what do you got?

Everyone and their brother
must've handled this thing

because I've got dozens of
partials to sort through.

Are you happy about that?

There is a fungus among us!

Those little specks on the key
are from a strain of black mold

called Stachybotrys atra,

which, by itself,
isn't too informative,

since toxic mold
can grow anywhere

where there's water damage.

But, this key

most skeleton keys
are brass or iron,

but this key is made of bronze,

and see the simple
double-tooth design?

Yeah?

It's a ward key,

common to buildings
from the late-1700s.

Okay, so we're looking for a

colonial-era building...

with a black mold problem.

Oh, geez.

What?

Ben Franklin's
Quaker Meeting House

it was converted into a
boarding school decades ago,

and has been shut down

for months because
of black mold.

Looks like a good
place to hide out.

- Yep.
- Uh...

- Guys?
- Yeah?

The school burned
down an hour ago.

All right. I'll grab
Jason and head over.

- All right.
- Good luck!

Nice work, Helen.

Uh, thanks! Can I
ask you something?

Yeah. Sure.

Have you heard of cryptomnesia?

It's an implicit
memory phenomenon

where people mistakenly
attribute a thought,

idea, or an experience
as their own

a mental condition.

Are you suggesting

that my past lives are
"a mental condition"?

That... that sounded bad.

Little bit.

You know, just a tip

most people wait at least a
week before they call me crazy.

Ohh...

Damn.

Okay, well, we got
some accelerant here.

So, kind of a lay-up.

It's definitely arson.

Smells like a tire
factory in here.

What is that? Latex?

These tour guides kinda
go all out, right?

Makeup, wigs...

Fat suit?

There you go.

We should bag that
up for the new girl,

see if she can pull trace.

Can I ask you

um, what do you think
about the new girl?

You're not dating the
new girl, all right?

Besides, you can't
handle her show tunes.

I-I don't want to
date the new girl.

Okay? That's the
girl, in high school,

you cheated off her
paper to get an "A."

Well, she's very sweet.

She gave me Skittles.

I didn't get Skittles.

Yeah, well, you
don't deserve 'em.

Fair enough.

Hey, I got something.

What, a charred mattress?

No. Watch out.

Can we borrow that?

Found a lot of

hidden contraband in
mattresses in my day.

We got photographs.

Well, I'll be damned.

Hmm. So now we have a
mystery founding father

and a mystery woman?

The photo isn't clean enough
for facial recognition.

I tried databases and
social media... nothing.

And the Quaker School?

Sorry to keep you waiting

our printer ran
out of colored ink.

All... All this
from the burn site?

- I'm thorough.
- Yeah!

I bet you got all "A"
s in school. Right?

I pulled a print off

the partially
congealed body suit.

If you flip to the last page...

- Okay.
- Okay.

Uh, Benjamin Franklin, his
real name is Owen Maloy.

Mm, an old-school enforcer

for the Irish Mob
out of North Philly.

He's got a bunch of priors

and was a P.O.I. in
a dozen other cases,

but it looks like
he fell off the grid

20 years ago.

There was a big power shift
in the Irish Mob around then.

Maybe he ratted?

It would explain why

Owen would want to disappear

and hide out under
a fake identity.

All right. Who
chooses Ben Franklin

as a fake I.D., number one

number two... "disappearing"

and "hiding out" are two
very different things.

You wanna vanish,

you'd leave the state,
you leave Philly.

Why... Why stick around?

But this picture's 20 years old.

- Hey, Kemi?
- Yeah?

We still have C's
age-progression program, right?

Yeah, I'll run the
mug shot through it.

Once that's done,
put out the Alert,

and let's keep
digging on the girl.

We have to find
her before Maloy.

He has an obvious interest
and a history of violence.

Hands on the wheel, ten and two.

Okay, pally, take it easy.

Wait. Owen?

Who else did you tell?

That was you this morning?

Who else did you tell?

Nobody! We thought
you were dead.

I'm not gonna tell
anybody I saw you.

I swear, Owen!

I have a family!

Yeah. So do I.

- Kemi.
- Yeah?

I just sent something
to your screen.

Okay.

That... is Charlie McGannon,
the current Irish Mob boss.

Philly PD has a half-dozen
investigations running on him,

as does FBI.

Okay, so you said there was a
big power shift 20 years ago,

when our missing enforcer,
Owen, went off the grid.

According to this,

Charlie's father, the
old boss, was murdered.

That's when Charlie took over.

No arrests were ever made,
but Charlie always believed

that his dad was killed
by one of his own people.

You think Owen
killed the old man?

I mean, maybe...

All right. It's been
driving me crazy.

I've been thinking about this
girl in the photo, right?

If there's a mob hit
on this guy, Owen

if that's what
we're dealing with

why stick around, right?

One person on the
planet I'd do that for.

Sidney.

That's right, so
I ran Owen's name

through Philadelphia birth
records, I got a hit...

"Ava Dufrain."

This is the girl in the
photos. That's Owen's daughter.

Okay, so Owen killed the boss

and has been hiding from the mob

to watch over his
kid ever since?

And our Alert put him back
in Charlie's crosshairs.

That's the theory? This guy?

This guy is a maniac, okay?

He's, like, he makes.

Scorsese movies look
like bedtime stories.

Uh, we're getting
alert responses

that Owen is fleeing
a car in Kensington.

I'll get Mike.

Yes.

Keep looking for Ava.

Yeah, will do.

A witness saw Owen exit the car

and another one spotted
him heading south.

That's blood.

All right, we could
run the plates,

but I think Owen came
to pay this guy a visit,

sat behind him,
knocked him in the head

since the car's still here...

Yeah. Guy's still here.

Nikki warned us
that's a mob hangout.

So?

So, what, a guy gets mugged
and he doesn't call the cops?

Probably means he doesn't
want to speak to us.

You know how many open cases

have that place
under surveillance?

We need approval to go in there.

Approval? Right.

Well, um,

there's an open case with
a missing mob enforcer.

This is a known mob hangout.

What are we talking about?

Look, we go barging in there,

No, but we have a good reason.

I'm thirsty.

Come on.

Would you just relax?

Relax.

How you doing?

Hey, uh, can I get a
couple club sodas, please?

We're all out of club soda.

That right?

Is it that obvious we
look like cops? Huh?

It's his shoes, right?
Is that what it is?

Okay.

Um...

I tried, you know,

and now we gotta do
something different.

Look, I don't know what
you're thinking about doing,

- but don't.
- Okay.

Okay, Got it.

- Hey, hey. Be cool. Be cool!
- Hey!

I'm cool.

Everybody. Pay attention, okay?

All right?

Hey, everything's fine.

I'm a police officer,
Philadelphia Police Department.

Um, anybody see what happened

outside with the Chrysler?

The car, huh?

Anyone?

Ah-hah.

Uh, gentleman in the back,
rubbing his neck, kinda like...

Yeah, like he got
clocked in the head.

How was that for
cool? You like that?

"No club soda."

Hey.

Wanna tell us what happened?

Someone tried to carjack me.

No. No, nobody tried
to carjack you. Okay?

Your car is sitting in
the parking lot right now.

All right, his
name is Owen Maloy,

he took off on foot.

We know you know him.

We just want to know
how you know him.

We shot that together.

Is that you and
Charlie McGannon?

Okay, so you guys go back.
Right? And then what?

Why'd he come at you? Why'd
Owen hit you on the head?

Thought he was dead for years,

and then this morning,

I'm taking my
grandkids for a tour,

and there he is

dressed up like Ben
Franklin, of all things!

Oh, yeah, right. So,
what... what did he want?

Guy next to Charlie

that's old man McGannon.

He was the boss.

Owen took him out
and went into hiding.

Now he wants to see
if anybody else knows

if he's still in town.

Okay, well, who else knows?

Nah.

Owen made a mistake.
Said he's got family.

Now we know how to find him.

Pete... why don't
you take it easy?

Yeah.

I got nothin' else for ya.

All right. Let's go.

Okay, we-we gotta get
to Owen's daughter

before Charlie McGannon
and the Irish Mob does.

And they have a head start.

Hey, talk to me.

Where are we on the daughter?

Okay. So the History
Tours' office sent us

everything that they
had on Ben Franklin

since Owen was hired.

This is the old Ben
Franklin's route...

Mm-hmm?

And this is a route
that Owen requested.

Ava probably works on his route.

Yes.

Get patrol to check
these businesses.

We gotta get her off the street.

I got you.

Ms. Dufrain?

Captain Batista.

What's going on?

The officers wouldn't say.

I'm sorry for the confusion.

We're still piecing
things together.

What can you tell me
about your father?

My father?

Uh, nothing. I've never met him.

He died when I was young.

Well, we believe your
dad is still alive.

We searched birth
records and we discovered

that your father's a
man named Owen Maloy.

Um

You may recognize him as this.

That's Benji.

He's my friend, he
comes into the shop,

tells his customers
to be nice to me.

He's not my dad.

You know, my mom told
me he was murdered.

He was killed for
something he didn't do.

Did she say what that was?

Ava, we are trying to find him
before something happens to him.

If the shop doesn't get opened,

I don't get paid,
so I have to go.

I would advise against that.

The people looking for Owen

may think you know
how to find him,

but I can't force you to stay.

Um, if he makes contact

please call.

Charlie McGannon.

Hey, Nikki.

It's been a long time.

How you doing?

- Uh...
- Yeah.

My office.

What can I do you for, Charlie?

Ah, straight to the point, huh?

You haven't changed.

I hear you and your people
are looking for Owen Maloy.

Is that a fact?

It is.

Right? You know it is.

- Hiya.
- Hey.

Uh, hey, um

that's, um... that's
Charlie McGannon.

Told you to be cool at that bar,

but you had to go
storming in, huh?

- "Storming"?
- Yeah.

Now we got the head
of the Irish Mob

sitting at Nikki's desk!

- I wouldn't say "storming."
- Thanks a lot!

That's storming, now.

What you're doing,
that is "storming."

Hey, Nik.

Sorry to interrupt. Can I
talk to you for a second?

Uh, not now, Sergeant.

Whatever it is, it can wait.

Everything good?

Everything's good.

Nik

dipping your pen in
the company well, huh?

What do you want
from me, Charlie?

Nothing.

I'd like you and your people
to do absolutely nothin'.

Owen Maloy is my problem.

I'll handle him.

Got it?

We've known each
other a lot of years.

I don't remember, ever, a moment

where I worked for you.

Think of it as a favor
to an old friend.

I don't recall us
being friends, either.

Ah, don't kid yourself,
Nikki. I was there, remember?

Treated you like a little sister

when your marriage
was falling apart.

You wanted to climb
the ranks real fast,

make Captain.

And, uh... mm, hey.

You fed me intel,

pointed me toward arrests...
but this is different.

You never asked me to look
the other way back then.

Our past business doesn't
color our present, Charlie.

Coming down here is
me being courteous.

Respectful.

Don't give me a
reason not to be.

Due respect,

I am so sorry you
wasted your time.

We are MPU,

and we're gonna find
this missing person.

Mm.

All right.

Have it your way.

Be seeing you, Nikki.

Hey.

That is right on time.

Well, I owe you
that much, at least.

What do you mean?

I'm sorry about bringing
McGannon in on you.

I can't believe he
just walked in here.

Oh, no. You didn't do that.

Charlie came here because of me.

There's just some
things you don't know.

What are you talking about?

I'm a woman of color in a
male-dominated profession.

No one was looking out for me,
so I looked out for myself.

Charlie wasn't as powerful
then as he is now.

I busted him for drugs on
a random vehicle search,

and...

I flipped him.

So, wait. He's a rat?

He was my C.I.

He fed me intel that led
to a lot of solid arrests.

Well, Charlie's crew doesn't
have as much competition

as it used to.

It sounds like he was feeding
you intel on his rivals.

Fastest way to end a mob
war is to help one side win.

Aw, damn, Nik!

So what was he doing...
he's calling in a favor?

The mob is after our
missing person, Owen.

Rumor is, he killed
Charlie's dad.

That's why he went into hiding.

Hey. It's okay.

We're gonna do our jobs

and we're gonna
bring Owen in alive.

What's this?

Uh, some really
interesting facts

about the psychology behind
a belief in past-lives.

It's funny,

'cause I didn't ask
for your opinion.

It's not my opinion.

It's... science.

You know, people have, uh,
judged my beliefs my whole life.

I do well without
their acceptance.

You should try it.

What do you mean?

Has it occurred to you

that the reason that you've
been transferred so much

is because you're
trying too hard?

Focus on the job.

Not me, the job.

There's a missing person
with a bull's-eye on his back

who could use our help.

Sorry.

I'm closed for the day.

I'm sorry.

For what?

Uh...

That's my mom.

She had this same
picture. How did you...

That's us.

That was my copy.

You're my dad?

Yeah.

I don't understand.

Uh, it's, uh...

I can't explain right now.

There's no time.

There's a number saved on there.

Just wait a few days, call it,

and when it's safe

we'll talk.

Ava

seeing you was always the
highlight of my day, too.

Get out of here.

You have to run... now!

I love you.

Hey, I got Ava set
up in your office.

She doesn't know anything.
Her head's spinning.

She meets her dad
for the first time

after she thinks he's dead,

then he's taken.

Well, not just taken.

Witnesses said that he was
pushed into a blue van.

Kemi tracked it on traffic cams,

but lost the van
heading out of the city.

Yeah, well, Charlie's got him,

and if he's convinced

that Owen's the one
that popped his old man,

he's gonna kill him.

Well, not yet.

I just got word he's here.

Who's here?

He's being set up
in interrogation.

Go make sure he's comfortable.

What did you do?

I went through the cases
being built on Charlie.

I found something actionable

to bring him in for questioning.

Okay, what did you find?

Unpaid parking tickets.

Nikki, that is insane!

His lawyers are gonna have
him out of here in an hour.

Am I missing something?

Charlie's men won't kill Owen
without Charlie's say-so.

His cell phone is
currently in evidence.

As long as he is here,

he cannot make the
call to execute Owen.

So, you're right

his lawyer will have him
outta here in an hour,

which means we have an
hour to find Owen Maloy.

Here you go.

I already told you
guys what I know.

I know, Ava.

I know how hard this
has been for you.

It's like my dad was
brought back to life

and then killed all over again.

I-It's so weird... the
whole Ben Franklin thing.

Oh, it's not so weird.

If I was in your
father's situation,

and I had to stay
away from my baby.

I couldn't do it, either.

He loved you.

If I help you find him,
is he going to prison?

Probably.

But he'll be alive.

He gave this to me.

You're doing the right thing.

There was one number stored,

and I was able to
track it in transit.

They were taking I-476
north of Allentown,

before the signal
dropped... here.

They probably found the
phone and smashed it.

They're headed into the Poconos.

Wait. The-The cabin.

W-We found a photo
of a hunting cabin

at Charlie's bar... that
might be in the Poconos.

Get Jason and head that way.

Wait a minute

there are hundreds of
cabins in the Poconos.

They'll be flying blind.

Then we better narrow
down the search

before they get there.

- Come on.
- All right.

No word from the boss.

Pete, you gotta listen to me!

I didn't kill the old man.

Shut him up, will ya?

We'll keep you posted.

Park Services and
local law enforcement

are ready to respond

they just need a direction.

There are no
Poconos properties

listed under Charlie McGannon
or any known associates.

God, if I just had an image
of the cabin I could...

I have a picture!

Mike told me about the cabin,

so I did an Internet
search of the pub

and saw a customer
review with a selfie.

It had the photo in
it, so I blew it up.

The digital copy is
in your, uh, inbox.

Thank you.

How did you think
to look this up?

I wanted to help.

There's a missing
person in trouble.

Okay, um

let's try the truck.

Nothing there.

Um

Maybe there's a house number.

Oh

Anything over there?

Oh, my God.

D-Does that narrow our search?

Yes, it does!

A little bit closer,
a little bit closer

here we go.

That-That's Chinkapin Oak.

Do you see the
shape of the leaves?

They're oblong, with
undulated lobes.

Chinkapin Oak grows
almost exclusively

in and around Martin's Creek!

Well done, Helen!

My girl!

- Let Mike know.
- Okay.

Dammit.

What?

That's Charlie's lawyer.

Owen's out of time.

Charlie should've called by now.

I don't like this.

I am so sorry for
the inconvenience.

Save it, Nikki.
Give me my phone.

What? Nobody brought it up?

It's probably still in evidence.

I got you where you are today.

Don't think I can't undo that.

Good news is, I got
your phone right here.

Bad news is, some
joker in evidence

was streaming Masterchef on
it, and the battery died.

Thank you.

Get him outside.

Philly PD!

One down!

Hey, I got the angle.

Where's Owen?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

I surrender.

Owen Maloy?

Sorry

Now I surrender.

Hands behind your back.

You good, Mike?

Yeah.

Irish Mafia Cabin.
How may I help you?

They hung up.

Let me ask you something.

You could've been
hiding anywhere,

doing anything.

Why Ben Franklin?

Benjamin Franklin owned people.

The last thing he wrote
was a letter to Congress

asking them to end slavery.

He showed that
people can change,

and in the end, be remembered
for the good things they did,

not the bad.

I like that idea.

Hey.

It was you the whole time?

I couldn't stay away.

It was your first day,
yet you got us gifts.

So, you should get something.

A cactus?

Yeah, shop next door didn't
have much of a selection.

Sorry.

I owe you an apology.

I... I shouldn't have
snapped at you before.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no! I'm sorry.

I don't like being painted
with that brush either.

My mom's Bipolar.

A-As a kid, I had a
hard time with it.

It was like her neurodivergence
made me feel crazy.

A-And when I got to school,

and started learning
about psychology,

and the scientific reasons
why she behaved that way

it was like

- a cloud lifted.
- Mm.

It all made sense.

Hmm.

I-I gave you those articles

to show you that I didn't
think you were crazy.

Ha!

But I-I know, I
know... I've gotta...

I've gotta dial it back.

No, no, no. I-I... I get it.

You know, science
is your practice.

I lead with my heart.

Um, my faith is my guide,
but there's room for both.

Mm.

And, you know, we have,
um, plenty of time

to find our stride now
that you're on the team.

Great first day.

Yo.

You, um,

you have friends
in Homicide, right?

Yeah, why?

I mean, they good enough friends

where you can, uh, let me know

when the report comes out
on the Maritz bombing?

There's literally no way for
me to say "Leave it alone"

that you're gonna
understand, is there?

Mm-mm.

You all right?
What's the matter?

Nah. Just something
from earlier.

Charlie McGannon.

You know anything about
their arrangement?

Let me ask you a question.

Are you mad that she
has a mob connect,

or that you didn't
know about it?

Can I say both?

Yeah.

Just give you some advice

uh, Nikki can handle herself.

Don't... Don't try
to white-knight her.

"White"? Really?

Everything's not
about race, Mike.

Oh, I'm just saying...
"White knight" is good.

"Black knight" is bad.

I mean, can a
brother save the day?

Jay.

Yeah?

Thanks.

And, seriously

leave it alone.

Sure.

You're a good sport.

Come down here to gloat?

I had a chat with Owen about
why he went into hiding.

And, uh...

I mean, the word was

that he was a traitor who
killed the boss, your dad.

But Owen has a different story.

And the way he tells it,

he was approached about the hit,

but he stayed loyal
to the old man.

Your dad got killed anyway.

Owen became a scapegoat
while you consolidated power.

Your own dad, Charlie?

That's...

That's a new low.

And what exactly
do you plan to do

with that little piece
of unfounded gossip?

Nothing.

Unless something happens to Ava.

Or Owen.

Come on, Nikki. Have
a drink with me.

Oh, no.

Just like the old
days. Let's go.

No. This is... this
is different, Charlie.

I, um...

I'm getting married.

You've rocked the boat enough.

Fiancé doesn't like
you having old friends?

Didn't seem to me to be
the controlling type.

Until today,

there was no reason

Mike needed to know about
that part of my life.

It's in the past.

Now he thinks I'm
keeping secrets from him.

Aren't ya?

We made a good team back then.

We were never a team.

There was just a time where
our interests aligned.

And now?

They don't.

You take care...

Captain Batista.

I always do.