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Last night I had a dream

you were coming to me
on the water.

And even though I knew
it was impossible,

for some reason,
in my dream, I believed it.

Then you were gone
and that storm was coming.

There was thunder,
and lightning,

and dark clouds.

It was destroying
all the boats in its way.

In my dream,
it was bringing death.

I haven't had a dream like that
since before I lost you.

But it was just a dream

and it's normal
to have dreams about boats

in a town such as this.

All right, I'm late for work.

I'mma come visit you
this week,

bring you some new flowers.

Will!
Your breakfast is getting cold.

Bailey!

Ah!

Okay, good dog. You want some?

You want some breakfast?

I know you do. I know you...

Oh, sweet dog.

Oh, there you go.

Oh, I love you.

Hey, babe?

Quit your primpin' and come eat.

That dog ate another
pair of my socks.

Well, he's very sorry.
Aren't you, Bailey?

Hey, can you look at this?

What? What happened?

I don't know. I just woke up
with it like this.

Well...

Yeah, it's a burst vessel.

You can hardly notice it.

I just wish it didn't happen
on my first day.

- Mmm. Now, come on.

Sit and eat
or you're gonna be late.

Hey, no more moving boxes
or painting today, okay?

I know you're anxious
to get started,
but I'll do it when I get back.

I'll just do the light ones

and I at least wanna get
the nursery done.

Can't you just let me do it?
You gotta rest.

You worry too much. Okay.

I'll probably
just do a little work,

take a walk around town,
get to know it a little more.

Now, you're gonna ride
with Officer Brogen

- for a week or so...
- Sign right there.

...till you can get familiar
with how we do things
around here

and then you'll get
your own car.

Sounds good.

How you like Providence so far?

Oh, I've only been here
three days

but the people are nice,
and it sure is beautiful.

Yeah. Yeah. You'll find
it's a very strong community.

People mostly keep
to themselves

but they will go
out of their way
to help one another

when need be.

And how about your wife?
How's she doing, well?

Ah, says she feels
as big as a whale
and can't sleep,

but otherwise,
she's all good.

What'cha all
having, a boy or a girl?

- Boy.
- Oh!

Wonderful.

How do you get
a nun pregnant?

- You fuck her!
Terry!

New guy!

- Officer Shelly.
- Will.

Oh! What's wrong with your eye?

Uh, it's a burst vessel.

- It looks fucked up.
Jesus, Terry.

Well, it does!

Officer Brogen here
has been with us 16 years

and he's gonna
show you the ropes.

Get you situated. And play nice.

Appreciate that.

Is that contagious?

No.

Whatever, let's fucking ride.

Have a good one, boys. Terry?

- Yeah?
- Cut the swearing.

Was I swearing? Sorry.

So, you're a mainlander?

Columbia. Graduated
at the academy,

got the job here
and moved with my wife
three days ago.

Not a lot of people move here.

Well, we were looking
for something a bit different
now we're starting a family.

Quieter.

How long you had
a wife for?

I'm married about a year
and a half now.

- How about you?
- No, no wife.

- I got a lady though.
- Yeah?

Yeah, to be honest,
I think I love her.

- It's complicated.

I wish y'all the best.
- Thanks.

The heart wants
what the heart wants, right?

- Yeah.
- Is that what they say?

You mind
if I move this?

Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Here we go.

- You spearfish?
- Uh, never tried it.

I haven't paid for fish
in six years.

I always got
three pieces of advice
for new officers here.

Number one,
don't kill anybody

unless you really have to
'cause that shit is messy.

Number two,
respect Captain Murphy

even though you might find
her way of doing things strange.

How you mean?

All started a few years ago.

Her and her witch lady wife,
they lost their kid.

Adopted son. He had
some fucked-up disease.

You can't really blame her.
I mean, she's a good woman.

She's a good captain.

Number three,

get yourself a hobby
that you can do on the job.

- Hobby?
- That's right.

This is Providence, man.
Nothing happens here.

You get the occasional
bar fight, boat theft,

but what you don't get
in action and adventure,

you make up for in spare time

which is why I recommend
you do like I do.

Get yourself a hobby.

Chinese?

Mandarin.
Don't be racist.

What does that mean?

It means I'm fucking fluent
in Chinese.

- Hey, what's
your favorite band?
- Favorite band?

- Yeah.
- Ah, man, I don't know.

'Cause that reminds me...

I got a band.

- You do?
- Yeah. We're called Man Riot.

I write all the songs,
play guitar, lay down vocals.

- Here.

- Oh.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're gonna like it.
Check it out.

Right?

I do the bass. I--

I do the bass, I do the drums.

I mean, they're not real drums,
but it's amazing

what you can do
on a computer nowadays.

It's like my house
became a recording studio.

Seriously. Hey.

That's Tilly's.

We can get coffee there.
Let me show you.

Hey, Tilly.

This is the new guy, Will.

Nice to meet you.

A few years back,
Tilly's husband

got hit in the head
with a tree branch.

Went crazy and killed
some people at Walmart.

- Fucked up.

Oh. Sorry.

Ah, c'est la vie.

Thank you, Tilly.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

- Come on.

You like oysters?

I love 'em.

I'm not a crackers guy though.
Gotta shoot 'em raw.

Use the goddamn crosswalk,
Brice, or I'm gonna run you
the fuck over!

This is Al's Diner.

He'll give you coffee
and a donut.

- You gotta meet Al.

- Hey, Al!
- Hey!

How you doing today?

- Having woman problems.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I ain't got no woman.

This is Will Shelly.
New on the force.

- Nice to meet you.
- Shelly. Shell--

You ain't the William Shelly
who lifted all that cash

from the bank up in Charlotte,
did you?

- My father.
Ah!

I remember your old man
from the news stories.

- He gave a run at it,
didn't he?
- Yeah, until he didn't.

Yeah, I didn't mean
nothing by it.

So, what can I get you boys?

Uh, two coffees,

two glazed donuts,
and a chocolate bar.

- Yeah.
- You want anything?

So your old man...

What happened there?
I mean, you don't have to answer
if you don't want to

but I figured
it's out there now.

It's kind of awkward
if I don't ask.

Plus, you know, I'll just
Google it later, so...

I'm used to it.

Back when I was a kid,

he used to manage a bank
up in Morehead,

came up with a system
to keep some for himself
on the side.

- Ah.
- Only it wasn't
a very good system.

Uh-huh.

He got 15 years.

Everything got taken
from my mom, my sisters, and me.

Damn!

So, wait...

...your daddy was a bank robber
and you became a cop?

That's one way of lookin' at it.

Pretty badass, if you ask me.

Okay.

Oh, all right. Oh!

All right.

- Does that look
straight to you?

Yeah, me neither.

What about now?

Hey, Bailey. Uh-uh.

No, we promised.

We have to wait.

We have to wait.

What?

I'm working, aren't I?

We promised.

We are gonna wait.

How much is the Peek-a-Blue?

That one's, uh,
55 dollars a gallon.

Fifty-five?

Well, it has
a high grade of resin.

Saves you money in the end.

- You know,

human beings are not
the only one that makes jerky.

Red squirrels are known
to slice up a mushroom

and lay it out to dry

on account
of they can save it
for later.

I'll take two gallons.

- Peek-a-Blue blue?
- Mm-hmm.

I'll mix it up for ya.

You know, it's funny,
though, that they--

A rodent will make a...

- Who's that?
- Not someone you should know.

Hm. That sounds ominous.

Let's say if you have a problem

and you want it to go away.

That ominous fella
can make that problem go away.

Like a handyman?

Like a... final handyman.

I'll be right back.

What, is this your house
or something?

Not exactly.

So what are we doing here?

I think we deserve a break.

We've hardly been working.

Well, it's just a place

I like to come sometimes
during the day.

Hurry up
and get inside!

Yeah, one second, babe.

- You gotta be kidding me.
- It's not what you think.

I think you're gonna
leave me here
while you go screw her.

Yu Yan is not just some chick
I'm gonna go screw.

This is my lady.
Remember, I told you about her?

Now, remember what I also said,
things are highly complicated,

meaning me making love
to her right now

could very well piss off
her husband,

so we gotta be discreet.

You've got your police car
parked right up outside
her house.

Look, I showed you
the ropes, all right?
Let me have a break.

All you showed me
is where to get free coffee.

All that stuff,
it woulda taken you weeks
to learn that by yourself.

- Be fast.
- I always am.

Oh, and, uh,
if you see a middle-aged
Chinese businessman,

just honk the horn
a couple times.

I'll be back faster
than you can say
"blueberry-fuckin'-pie."

Blueberry-fuckin'-pie.

I wasn't being literal.

Yu Yan...

Well, get inside.

How's your day?

Hey, babe. Yeah, I--
I met my new partner Terry.

So, uh, we're busy doin', uh...

police work.

So yeah, I'll-I'll--
I'll see you later.

I love you.

Calling Car 2. Calling Car 2.

- Car 2! Terry, you there?
- Oh, shit.

Uh, yeah.
This is Officer Shelly.

Officer Shelly, we've got
an 11-15 in progress

at the Chetlo house,
225 Sunnyside Boulevard.

- 11-15?
- That's right, 11-15.

Shit. Okay, okay.
Uh, thank you, Cheryl.

Uh, I'm on it.
Uh, we're on it.
Officer Brogen too.

Terry!

- Terry!

Terry!

Sorry, ma'am.

- Terry...

- Terry, you need to come in.

Terry, you need
to come in.

Terry!

Terry, come on, man.
We gotta go.

There's a burglary in progress.

You!
- Terry!

Where do you think you're going?
I know what you're doing here.

- Come back here right now.
- No, sir.

It's not me, okay?
It's is my first day.

- You have a good day.

Police! Come out
with your hands up!

Mmm.

Come out now!

- What the fuck?!
- Okay, ma'am.

I got a call about
an intruder in the house.

I didn't call about
a fucking intruder!

You just came in here
and shot at me!

I'm sorry, ma'am.
You gotta stay calm, okay?

Fuck you!

I'll show you calm, you cunt!

No, no. Stay back. Hey.

- No. Ma'am.

You're done for!
You'll never work

- another day in your life!
- I don't want to hurt you!

- You piece of shit!
- Don't make me use force.

Go to sleep, fucker!

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

No. No, no.

No.

That's a good color.

Thanks, Stu.

What the goddamn fuck, Will?
I said, "Chinese businessman."

The guy went crazy on me.
I barely got away.

What's the matter?

I fucked up bad.

What the fuck did you do?

Oh, fuck me! What--

What the fuck happened,
Will? What--

She is very fuckin' dead!

Was she dead
when you got here?

Did you kill her, Will?

It was an accident.

Jesus Christ!

Uh, I was responding
to the burglary,

and, uh, then she--
she jumped out with a knife,

- Terry, okay, and I don't know.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Did you say burglary?
What fuckin' burglary?

There was an 11-15 called in.

11-15's not a burglary.
That is a sexual act
in a car violation.

- What?
- She calls it in all the time
on Joey Ledbetter.

- He likes to bring
his girls up here.
- Wait, you mean...

You responded Joey Ledbetter

trying to get laid
in his mom's station wagon
and somebody died.

- Ah, no, no, no, no, no.
- And not just anybody.

That-- that's Virginia Chetlo
you killed, man.

Are you sure she's dead?

Half the dining room table
is inside her skull, man!

You-- you think
I'm gonna lose my job?

Yes, Will! I think
you are gonna lose your job.

Wallace Chetlo
is the richest guy in town.

He supplies all the seafood
on the island.

Oh, man. I'm fucked!

I'm so fucked!

Yeah. Look, man.

I am really sorry,

but I'm gonna have
to call this in.

Man, this is my first day
on the job.

Not a great start.

- Wait a minute.

Fuck. Wait. Fuck!
This fucks me too!

You fucking fuck!

- I am really fucked here!
- I know. It's my fault.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, no shit it's your fault,

but when they find out
that I was making love
to a civilian

while you were busy
murdering housewives,

they're gonna fire my ass too!

They're gonna take
my pension, man.
Yu Yan and I have plans!

- I got a baby coming.
- Then why the fuck did you go

and bash a woman's head in,
Will?!

It was my number one
piece of advice!

Don't kill anybody
unless you have to!

I knew I shouldn't have
ridden with you the second
I saw your stank-ass eye!

Hey, it's a burst vessel!
It's got nothing to do with it.
Fuck you.

- Will?
- Ah, fuck.

Man, how am I gonna tell Paige?

Shit, it's gonna ruin her life.

Will?

- Come here. Look at this.

Look at this. Jesus Christ!

Get the fuck over here! Look!

Wait, wait. What is--
What is that all doing here?

I don't know,
but who keeps this kind of cash
in a fucking basket?

Something's going on, right?

Do you think this is a crime
or what?

I think we just need
to calm down

and think this through.

This might give us
another option.

What do you mean?

We could get out of this.

What are you saying?

We make it look like a murder.

- It was an accident.
- I know,

but we make it look like
somebody else did it.

Hear me out, okay?

Fuck up the whole rest
of this place, right?

We clean our tracks.
We take the money.

We say, "We responded,"
then we go work
the rest of the day.

Later tonight,
her husband comes home,

he finds her here,
he thinks it's a burglary

just like you thought it was
in the first place.

- That's illegal.
- Illig--

There's a dead woman
on the floor, man!

This is a lot of money,
and you and I are both fucked

if we don't do this, and soon!
Time's running out.

- No, no, no. I'm just gonna
tell them what happened.
- What, self-defense?

With your old man
being who he is...

Ah, fuck!

Yeah, fuck!

Have you done this before?

Ah...

I mean, I-I--
I haven't killed
anybody before.

But I can tell you this.

This is gonna work.

No one's gonna doubt

that this shit was a robbery.

And no one's gonna think
it was the police.

Fucking DNA is all over
the place.

Yeah, no, we say
we responded to her call,

she invited us in for coffee.

That kind of thing happens
all the time around here.

Look, you've got to do this
for your baby.

You really wanna to watch him
grow up from behind glass?

- Okay.
- Okay!

- Yeah.
- Burglary!

- Terry?
- What?

There was a bike right here.

- I don't remember a bike.
- It was right here.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

Well, whose was it?

No idea.

Maybe someone, uh,
came and got it, and...

- didn't see inside. Fuck.
- Maybe.

Let's just get out of here.

It's 3:25.

I'm gonna grab the next car.

- Boom! Got one.

Cheryl, I'm pulling over
a, uh, silver Buick.

License plate
six-Baker-two-Mary
two-Indigo-eight.

What the hell, Terry?
Since when is four
over a ticket?

I'm sorry, Bobette.
Just gotta do my job.

Oh, yeah? Screw you.

- I got kids to feed.
Hey!

Respect the police, okay?
I'm out here putting
my life on the line.

Hey, you know what?
Screw your mom too.

That was uncalled for, Bobette,

and you might wanna
watch your language
in front of your daughters.

Oh, now you're telling me
how to parent?

Oh, fuck you, Terry.
Fuck you!

You know,
you're a fuckin' loser.

I seen you at the casino
the other night,

and you never got
a free feature, did ya?

- 'Cause you're a loser!
- None of your business.

- None of your damn business,
Bobette!
- You never got the Buffalo...

- Stop while you're ahead!
- ...and you're so angry
about it,

- and you're so pissed, right?
- You know what?

- Buffalo! Buffalo!
- This was over ten years ago!

- Buffalo!
- It wasn't even that good then!

Calling all cars,
calling all cars.

We got an 11-1
at the Chetlo residence.

Repeat, an 11-1
at the Chetlo residence.

Copy that, Cheryl.

11-1, that's a homicide.

Yeah,
I'll just get it...
Mm-hmm.

...powered up.

All right.

- All right.
- Okay. Okay.

- You ready?
- You're on.

Don't fuck this up.
- Yeah, you too.

We're placing
time of death at 3:25.

I was at work all day.

I sent texts,
but she didn't respond.

I figured she was busy
or just didn't get it.

It's not that unusual.

After work, I came straight home

and that's when
I found her there.

Anybody have access
to the house? Friend?

Maid? Gardener?

We have a maid
and a gardener,

but neither was working today
as far as I know.

Wait.

Her masseur.

He comes every day.

Okay, what time is that?

Noon?

And, uh, what's his name?

Todd or Keith or something.

We'll find him.

Uh, we were here too.

- That's right.
- Your wife called in

about Joey Ledbetter again,

and Officer Brogen
and Officer Shelly
responded this afternoon.

How was she when you saw her?

Uh, in a good mood.

She even had us in
for a cup of coffee.

Just a delightful woman.

We did not see
the masseur though.

Sir, you notice
anything that was missing?

The place is a mess, but no.

Not one thing.

You sure?

Her jewelry's where she left it.

Yeah, I...

I didn't see a thing missing.

- There must be something.
- Will, enough.

I don't know
what to tell you, kid.
It's all there...

which is what makes me so angry.

She was a beautiful,

wonderful, caring woman,
and now...

...it's just all over.

If you find this fucker,

I'll do whatever it takes

to make sure he suffers

as much as possible.

I want no mercy for him!

Or her.

What?!

- Sorry.

Officer Speight.

He's gonna take the rest
of your statement, okay?

Right this way, sir.
Come on.

So, uh...

do you think it was him?

That's where I'd put my money.

Maybe he didn't know
about the money.

A million dollars?

And why didn't he ask about it?

I mean, if he's missing
a million,

he'd want it back.
He ain't that rich.

- Must be up to something.

Maybe she was
leaving him, right?

Had the money all ready to go,
cleaned him out,

and then you de-brained her.

Could be, but...

- I think he's lying.

Oh, yeah? What,
you think that masseuse
is up to something?

- You think that's his bike?
- We'll find out.

What's the code?

It's 67841.
You wanna do it?

You can trust me.

No one ever
comes out here either.
It's gonna be safe.

We don't say
anything to anyone.

We don't touch that money
until this blows over

and then we split it.

Paige.

Hey. Oh, my--

Thank God you're finally home.

I saw the news.
Are you okay?

What happened?

You smell like paint.

I didn't stand on the ladder.

I only painted
the bottom half of the room.

You can do the rest. Come on.

I waited for you to eat dinner.
I wanna hear everything.

Hey, hey, hey.

I gotta tell you something.

All right.

Something happened today, okay?
Something big.

I need you to stay calm
until I get to the end
of what I-I need to say.

I...

Will, you can tell me anything.

Terry killed Virginia Chetlo.

- What? What--
- Just, just listen.
Just listen.

It was an accident.

Okay?

We responded to a call
at the house,

and then Terry...

fired his weapon accidentally

and-and it got
out of hand fast.

- Are you okay? Are you okay?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah... it's complicated.

We, we found a lot of money
at the scene,

and we were gonna come clean,
but Terry...

Boys.

We got a little side bet
going on.

- Oh?
- Roger here,

he got 20 bucks on old Chetlo

but I think
it was that masseuse guy

- everyone talking about.
- Oh.

See, he got her
all nice and relaxed

with a nice massage,
and then...

bam!

Ha! Bashed her head in.

Come on.
Hell, I know you know.

Who did it?

Can't say.

Can't or won't?

Both.

Maybe you boys
should think about

spending your money
on something

a little bit
more tasteful.

What's up with your boy,
Captain?

Now, which boy
is that, Bobette?

Terry. Little shithead.

Wrote me up a ticket
for going four over the limit.

Four! What,
are you running low

on shitty powdered
fucking creamer
down at the police station?

Uh, that don't sound
like Terry now.

Yeah, so what fucking gives?

Don't worry about it.
I will take care of it for you.

Tell Terry I said...

- "Fuck you!"

- Got that?
- I will.

- Yeah.

Will, I'm worried.

What about Terry?
How many people do you think
he's told by now?

No one. He promised.

Well, you told me.

- You're my wife.
- So?

So it's different.

Are you gonna tell him
you told me?

Of course not.

I wanna meet Terry.

- Why?
- I wanna see for myself

if we can trust him.

I'm better at reading people
than you.

Okay. Okay.

How much
do you think it is?

I don't know, man.

Could be close to a million.

I got a shipping container
I use for storage.

It's about five miles from here,
Ferry Creek Road.

We can hide it all there
if you want. Keep it safe.

Kept safe.

Fuck yeah. Burglary!

Man, no offense, but your eye
looks like a cat's asshole.

- All right, let's just...

You tell anybody?

No, of course not.

Why, did you?

No, man. This here's a vault,

but I'm not the one with a wife.

It occurred to me...

...you might have
told her something.

No, I don't want Paige to know,

so you don't have to worry.

The more she knows,
the more she's at risk.

I'm not gonna do that to her
until we get the money.

- All right.

Try not to kill anybody today.

All right,
how should we play this?

Watch him close, see if he seems
to know anything about the money

or about what happened.

Shit.

What? Is that it?

- You ready now?
- Yeah, sorry. I...

I just get thirsty.

- Uh, what's with your eye?
Hey.

We ask the questions.

- Sorry.

Okay, what services
did you provide
for Mrs. Chetlo?

Uh, mostly massage therapy.

She got a massage every day?

Yeah, she was real tense
all the time.

About what?
She worried about something?

Uh, to be honest, I think
she was mostly just lonely.

Yeah, you know, Mr. Wallace
was working all the time
and smells like fish,

and she didn't have
many friends.

Mostly she just sat alone
in that big old house all day.

And what other services
did you provide?

What?

You said, "mostly massages."

Were there other things
you did for her?

Nice.

Oh, oh, yeah.

Uh, yeah, you know,
just like random odd jobs,

like hanging a picture
now and then

or bringing in the groceries.

Tell them about the dancin'.

- Dancin'?

Yeah, she would have me dance
for her sometimes.

What kind of dancing?

Well, you know, just--

Can I stand up and show you?

Mm-hmm.

Kind of like this, like...

Or sometimes, you know...

And why the hell
would she want you to do that?

She liked it, I guess.

And, uh...

- What would she do while you...

While you were doing that?

Oh, just watch.

And, uh, sometimes...

- You know.
- No, I don't know. What?

Pleasured herself.

You're telling me
that Mrs. Chetlo,

Wallace Chetlo's wife,

would rub one out
to you dancing?

Now tell them
what kind of son did I raise.

Dancing for oversexed women.

Sorry, Jesus.

Shut up, Ma!

Yeah, she'd rub one out
to me dancing.

Did you ever have
intercourse with her?

No, no, no.
It was nothing like that.

Nah-uh. Look,
she was real strict

about not cheating
on Mr. Chetlo.

Tell them about the oral sex.

Why won't you shut up,
Ma!? Dang!

Yeah, we'd have
oral sex sometimes,
but never any real sex.

Seems like you have
a really, uh,

close relationship
with your mom.

Yeah. I tell her everything.

And she can hear everything.

Ingrate.

And at what time
did you leave the house?

Shoot. I was gone
by, like, 12:30.

- And that's earlier than usual?
- Mm-hmm.

Yep, she said
she had a headache
and she wanted to be alone.

She definitely got
a headache now.

- How'd you get home?
- Huh?

How did you get home?

Bus? Car? Bike?

Oh, yeah. Mama picked me up.

I drove him there too.

- Mm-hmm.
- Damn kid can't drive.

Well, that about wraps it up.

So, uh, how'd I do?

Oh, you did great.

- As long as you told the truth.

Thank you, sirs.

I hope you catch
the son of a bitch
that did this.

And, and if you do,
y'all each get one free
one-hour massage.

No oral sex or nothing.
All right.

Even if he did see
something...

...giving Mrs. Chetlo
lady blow jobs

doesn't exactly make him
a model witness.

True, we got him there.

Let's just keep an eye on him.

If he's smart, he'll stay away.

The guy's a lot of things.
Smart ain't one of 'em.

Oh, hey, uh,

Paige wanted me to invite you
over for dinner tomorrow night.

Get to know my new partner.

That's so nice.

I'm always up for a free dinner.

Tomorrow night
when my medicine comes in,

we go get the money
and take off.

Okay. Whatever you say, Mama.

I'll go pick up
your meds for ya.

I gotta pick up
some bolt cutters anyway.

There's nothing like the taste
of fresh seafood, is there?

That's why I guarantee
only the freshest-caught
seafood.

Whether it's tuna,
shrimp or oysters,

it's always
the catch-of-the-day

down at Chetlo's Shrimp Supply.

Come on down
to any of our four locations

and see for yourself.

I'm Wallace Chetlo,

and that is my Chetlo
freshness guarantee!

Hello?

Ginia?

- Jacob.
- Howdy.

- Oh...
- Thank you.

Walter.

Oh, yeah.
You're gonna like these.

Mr. Chetlo.
Hi.

Oh, I didn't
expect you in today.

It felt worse
just sitting at home.

Oh, of course...

No, I'm so sorry
for your loss.

You know, Jesus tells us,
"Blessed are those who mourn,

for they will be comforted."

Well, that's just beautiful,
Deborah. Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

I just had to see you.

It's so awful,
the way they did it.

I know.

I didn't realize
it'd be so gruesome.

When I saw her lying there
in her own blood...

- Mmm.
- But...

The Colombian's
a professional.

She'll no longer be
in our way.

I'll pay off my debts,
and it'll just be me and you.

But don't you think
we'll be punished for this?

I didn't sleep
the entire night.

We kept our love a secret.

First from ourselves,
and then from others.

Is it wrong to wanna be happy?

- No.
- To live the life
we want, guilt-free?

I do suppose
now that she's dead,
there'll be less guilt.

She'd have left me
to drown in my debt
if I tried to leave her.

I just wish she didn't
have to die so brutally.

I can't help but feel
it puts a sort of a...

- a pall over our new beginning.
- A pall?

They said half
her brain fell out!

Don't believe in the rumors.

There was no other way.

I'm not here.

Mr. Chetlo's office.

It's the Colombian!

You shouldn't be
calling me here.

I need to see you.

That's a bad idea.

Tonight, Wallace.

Come alone.

- But...

- He wants to see me.

- Want me to go with you?
- He said to come alone.

- You want my pistol?
- Why?

- The job is done.
- Well, then,

why does he wanna see you?

It's always good to have
a little backup just in case.

- I'll be fine.
- Well, of course you will,

my strong angel.

You know...

the most dangerous room
in the house

is not the kitchen, surprisingly.

Is it the bathroom?

Yeah. Yes, that's correct.

That is correct.

What has transpired here,
my dear?

Hm?

That's disappointing.

You had a lovely home.

Hello?

What is it?
We shouldn't be communicating.

No, we should not.

- Where is the money, Wallace?
- I don't have the money.

No, I don't have the money,

and I am supposed
to have the money.

Are you trying to get
more money out of me
or something?

I only want what's due.

Now, I left the money
where I said
I'd leave the money.

You obviously did the deed
and took the money.

That was the agreed-upon amount.
I'm not giving you any more.

I did not do the deed.

Of course you did the deed.
The funeral's Friday.

Do I look like I did the deed?

Huh? Do I--
Do I look happy and content

with the money
from the deed? No.

Because I got there,
and the deed was done.

Get me a rag.

You're saying
you didn't kill my wife?

That is exactly
what I am saying.

I did not kill your wife,
not even a little bit.

I don't-- I don't understand.

You already said that.

Get me a 16-millimeter wrench.

I'm gonna make this
real simple, Wallace.

I came to your house
to kill your wife
at agreed-upon time.

When I got there,
your wife was already killed

and there was no money
in the basket.

So who killed her?

Did you go to another, Wallace?

Because you know
I will be very sad

if you went
to The Irishman, okay?

This is my territory from here
to the South Bay,

- not The Irishman.
- No! Why would I do that?

He might be cheaper
but he is sloppy.

So somebody else killed her?

Apparently.

Well, that's just awful.

What, now you feel bad?

It was one thing when
I was the one responsible.

I need a pair
of tiny hands. Come here.

Put your hand here. Right here.

And push. There you go.

I want my money, Wallace.

But you did nothing.
This is ridiculous.

Hey, I already had
the whole day blocked.

Uh, if you call
your dentist office

and cancel one hour
before your appointment

because your teeth
magically got clean,

you still have to pay
a fee, don't you?

But you're not a dentist.
This is different.

Exactly. Your dentist cannot
cause you the same harm.

I don't have the money.

Well, then you better get it.

You have two days.

Is that Wednesday or Thursday?

That's-- It's Wednesday.

Today's Monday.
Two days would be Thursday.

No. Tuesday, Wednesday.
Two days.

Tuesday's day one,
Wednesday's day two.

If I bring you the money
on Thursday, that's two days.

No, that's--
It's three days--

You have 48 hours.
That's it.

- Hey, uh...

try not to let on
that you know anything.

Okay.

I just wanna see
if we can trust him.

And don't get him
too drunk, okay?

I gotta sit in the car
with him all day tomorrow.

Why are you so worried
about him?

I just...

Because...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...for us to trust him,

- he also has to trust me.

- I know.

You got nothing to worry about.

I hope not.

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey!

- Brought wine.
- Oh, great.

This the abode?

- Yep.
- What'd you pay for it?

Oh, you know.

- Like more than $250?
- Uh, yeah.

Damn, you got ripped off.
Ripped off!

You shoulda called me first.

And who is this?

- I didn't know you had a dog.
- Uh, that's Bailey.

- Come here, sweetheart. Aw.
Will refers to him
as my dog

'cause he's always
chewing up Will's socks.

And this must be the missus.

- Hi. Hi, Terry.
- Such a pleasure.

Yeah. I know it's only been
a couple days, but...

I already feel like I've heard
so much about you.

That's so funny, 'cause Will
never mentioned you.

- Oh.
- I'm kidding!
I'm kidding.

He talks about you
all the time.

Well, that's nice.

He loves you.
Deep down. I mean,

I can tell 'cause I also have
that kind of love for a woman.

Oh, that's so sweet.
And you brought wine.

- Yes, I did, ma'am.
It's right here.
- Come on in.

- It smells delicious.

Well, I hope you like
spaghetti and meatballs.

Oh, very much so.
Thanks for having me.

- Oh, you're welcome.
- This paint job needs work.

Man, that's good.

That is really fuckin' good.

Oh, I'm so glad you liked it.

Um, it was really
nothing special.

Easy, we do have
to work tomorrow.

Okay, Dad.

So...
Terry.

- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

What made you
wanna become a cop?

- Oh.

Well, back when I was younger,
like, a kid, teenager,

those years, you know,
I wasn't always so popular
with the other kids.

- Mmm.
- They'd, like, make fun of me

and call me stupid.
That kind of thing.

Plus, uh, I had this
really bad acne for a while.

- That didn't help.
- Oh, God.

I'm sorry.
Kids can be so terrible.

Yeah. And there was
this one kid,

Matt Reid,

especially a dick to me.

Like, really tried
to make my life hell

on top of all the other things
I was dealing with

when I was that age.

But I remember,

whenever I was in one
of my, uh, low moments...

Hmm.

...I promised myself

that I was gonna
become powerful.

I was gonna make myself
a different kind of person.

You know, a kind of person
that wouldn't get picked on.

And it seemed like
a police officer,

pretty good option.

Plus, they were hiring.
Right?

Well, my grandfather's brother
was a cop.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm. Back in Chicago

in the '60s and '70s.

Yeah. I remember
he used to tell me

these stories about...

...pulling people over
and taking bribes.

He said everyone
used to do it back then.

He even used to carry
change with him

in case people
only had large bills.

- A different time. Yeah.
- Mmm. Yeah.

I suppose it was
a different time.
Yeah, but you know what?

There must be certain perks
to the job.

Things you get for free.

Take for yourself
on the side.

I can think of one thing.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Mm?

About two years into the job,

I was getting coffee at Al's.
You know Al.

And who should walk in
but Matt-fuckin'-Reid!

Same guy was back on the island
visiting his mom or something.

A horrible woman, by the way.

Now he didn't see me,
or if he did,

he didn't recognize who I was.

But for me, man,
all these feelings
just came rushing back

like I'm 14 again,
you know what I mean?

And I just, uh,
I followed him out.

He got in his car
and I got in my car,

and I just, uh, found myself
sort of following him.

I mean, he was
kind of the reason

why I became a cop
in the first place, right?

So I just found myself,
uh, pulling him over.

He didn't really do
anything. I-I just--
I just pulled him over,

and, um, I was walking up
to his window,

and I remember
as soon as I saw him,

I was like, "This guy
has not changed a fuckin' bit.

He's still a dick,

he's always been a dick,
he's always gonna be a dick.

It's just who the fuck
this guy is." Right?

And so I found myself,
uh, pulling him out of the car.

And started hitting him
a little bit,

and, uh, and I start
hitting him harder,

and I noticed
there was some blood,

but I kind of just kept going.

And then, I pulled out my baton,

and by the time I was done,

he knew exactly who I was.

And now everybody knows

not to fuck with me.

May I please have
some more wine?

Whoo!

All right.

- Okay.
- Come here!

Don't give me that.

- Thank you for that spaghetti.
- Bye, Terry. Oh.

- Oh!
- Oh.

- You be good.
- Good night. Mm-hmm.

And you too!

All right.

Hey, you gonna get home safe?

- I'm good!
Bye.

Bailey, dinner!

- What did you think?
- I sh--

I think there's
something off about him.

What do you mean?

I mean, he's really intense.

- Okay, that's just Terry.
- Where's Bailey?

You guys, I--
I'm so sorry!

I don't know what happened.
I-I don't know how she got out.

I... I...

I want the combination.

What?
- For the lock.

Why?

In case something
happens to you.

I want it
for the baby's future.

All right.

It's 67841.

Okay?

- Richard.

- Good mornin'.
- Hey.

This is for you.

Listen, I feel so bad
about that dog.

It just came out of nowhere.

Uh, it happens.

Well, I wanna pay
for its last rites, okay?

Burial, cremation, stuffing,
whatever you guys want.

Stuffing can be
kind of expensive,
but I'm-- I'm ready for it.

I took care of it.

Is Paige pretty upset?

- Well, she liked
that dog, so...
- She is.

Dammit! See,
I'm so sorry, man.

Yeah.

Baby's coming soon.

Listen, Will, uh...

I'm gonna be honest.
I-I don't, um...

get invited to people's homes
for dinner that often,

and, uh, I just feel so bad
about what happened.

I hope it doesn't mean
that I can't come again,

'cause...

I, uh, I really liked
hanging out
with you two like that.

Well...
We were happy to have you,

and, uh, maybe
when some time passes,

we can do it again.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

All right. Cool, then.

Look at us
making friends and shit.

Terry, Will, my office.

Chetlo Shrimp Supply
ain't doing all that well.

In fact, they're
underwater in debt.

- Mmm.
- But Virginia,

she got quite
the life insurance policy.

And while she apparently
wasn't so sharing in life,

Wallace stands to inherit
quite a whole lot of money
from her death.

Bingo! I told you it was him.

Now, of course, the secretary,
who's clean as a whistle,

she swears
he was in the office all day,

but when I was going
through the crime photos...

- I found this.
- Starfish.

Matches from The Oceanside
Inn and Spa.

Now, Wallace booked a room
at the hotel for a few nights.

Now, maybe he missed
the ferry going back.

Maybe he was in the doghouse
for the night.

Or it might could be
something else entirely,

and so I want you two
to go check it out.

Right on, Captain.

And, Terry...

Huh?

What was this?

- Four over.
- Listen, Captain,
Bobette was out of line.

All right? She was talking
shit about my music.

She said I sounded
like a Chihuahua

being mounted
by a Saint Bernard.

I mean, those are dogs, Captain.

Sorry for the reminder, Will.

We don't take
our personal grievances
out on the community.

You're absolutely right,
Captain, and I am sorry.

Now get.

Do you want it
open or closed?

Sugar, was it open
when you came in?

It was.

Mr. Chetlo would typically
book a room with us
twice a month or so.

- He'd always pay in cash.
- For himself?

He'd come and leave alone, yeah.

But there was a young woman
who would come
and leave alone too.

And this young woman,
I don't suppose
that was Mrs. Chetlo?

No, sir.

I believe she was his secretary.

Oh!

I often get customers
meeting here

in such clandestine
circumstances

because they know that I operate
under the philosophy

of the strictest discretion.

- Anything else you wanna know?
- No. Thank you.

You know where to find me.

That was fuckin' gold!

We're celebrating
this shit with coffee.

Love you. Talk to you tomorrow.

- This is Murphy.

- Hey, Captain. This is Rodney
down at the lab.

We haven't been able
to identify

any individuals
from the Chetlo house,

but I gotta say,
your two officers,
Brogen and Shelly,

DNA's all over the place.

Well, yes. They responded
to a call earlier that day.

Well, Captain, it sure
looks like they spent
a lot of time down there.

- Hmm.
- Just wanted to give you
a heads up.

I appreciate it.

This fucking guy.

Man, it's not right.

Tilly says she's gonna start
charging me for coffee

'cause I was a dick
for giving Bobette that ticket.

Now I gotta drive
all the way across town

to drink
this hardware store shit

- unless I wanna pay for coffee.
Man.

The point is don't ever say
I didn't do you any favors, okay?

'Cause this whole cover-up job
of your mess is costing me.

- It was your idea.
- Well...

And we're splitting
the money.

That is true.

Well, fuck it. Let's go.
We gotta pin this murder
on a philandering shrimp man.

Well, uh, the manager, uh,
said that Wallace and Deborah

have been coming together
to the motel for three months.

It's everything
we need, Captain.

Wallace was banging
his secretary.

His wife got mad,
shit went down.

- Let's go put him in cuffs.
- Yeah, uh, it is salacious,

but adultery
does not a murderer make.

Uh-uh, I mean, it seems
like we got enough here
for a warrant, you know?

I mean, he--
he wasn't forthcoming
about the information.

It involves
his alibi witness.

It's a textbook
crime of passion.

Now, you boys,
you did good work,
but he ain't do it.

What do you mean?

Security footage
from the Shrimp Supply.

Picked him up
throughout the day.

That window wasn't big enough
for him to drive home,

kill her and drive back.

Wallace Chetlo isn't our killer.

Now, how long you say again
you was at the Chetlo house

when you responded
to that initial call?

Uh... about--
about 40, 45 minutes.

Y-yeah, because
when Mrs. Chetlo

found out
Paige was expecting,

she wouldn't stop
talking about babies.
We couldn't get away.

Well, all right, boys.

That's all. And, Will...

About time we see
that doctor there.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- Uh, I'll get that scheduled.
- I mean now.

Your eye's looking like
a cat's butthole.

You go on. I got some stuff
to follow up on without you.

Sugar...

- Oh.

I'm sorry. Oh, shoot.

It's me. Your face!

Look at your...

I'm just playing.
I am so sorry.

Listen, I'm glad
I ran into you, though.

I wanted to tell you,
and I hope Will did
tell you earlier,

I am so sorry
about your dog.

I don't know
how he got out.

I have an idea.

Yeah.

Maybe you-you forgot
to lock the gate or...

I've heard pregnancy
can mess with your mind.

The gate was still locked.

Weird.

Well, listen. I better
get you moving, huh?

Before I have to arrest you
for blocking up
this intersection, right?

Okay, you be safe.

Listen, Paige,

I did wanna tell you,

just be careful around here.

It's not just about you
anymore, right?

It's a miracle.

Hey, welcome back.

Paint turn out all right?

Hm? Oh, yeah.
Thank you.

You looking for anything
in particular?

I'm just browsing.

Hi.

Well...

I hope you're finding
Providence agreeable so far.

It's far from everything.

Yeah,
we are isolated.

- But, uh, we're managing.
- Mm.

What about you?
Are you from here?

- Lived here my whole life.
- Ah.

- Wow.

Will says you're expecting
a baby boy.

Oh...

Sure I am.

- That's beautiful.

Yeah, uh...

Tell you the truth,
I don't know how

I'm gonna wait
another four weeks.

- Mmm.

- I'm as big as a whale.

If you're a whale,
I'm a planet.

No.

Do you have any children?

Uh, I-I did have a son,
but I'm afraid he passed away.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, it's a while now.

I can't imagine. I...

No one can not imagine.

I'd do absolutely anything
to get one of those days back.

I'd kill for mine.

For one?

No, I'm supposed
to meet someone here.

No, it's okay. That's him.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Are you...?

I'm The Irishman.
Please sit.

Mmm.

I was just reading the news.

How we treat people
in this world
is truly despicable.

Aren't you...

a killer?

Well, even
the most unpleasant job
can be done ethically.

How does nobody know about it?

You look so...

normal. No offense.

Well, a man lives
a so-called "normal life"

or a so-called "good life"

can be just as destructive

as a man who lives
a so-called "bad life."

- How so?
- You know,

perhaps a man works a job
at a company.

Perhaps the man
has a wife and children.

We'd say
this is a good man, yes?

But this man never sees
the destruction his life causes.

He consumes heavily 'cause
this is a so-called good life.

Food and products
he doesn't need,

which requires the subjugation
of people he doesn't know.

It requires the poisoning
of the earth.

He pays taxes
from his good job
to the government.

Many of those taxes
go to the military

to buy weapons and bombs

that fall throughout
the world constantly.

I mean, you can see here,

often the man never sees

the destruction
his actions cause.

By your reasoning,

it's not possible
to live a good life.

Yeah, but you can know
that you're not good,

which is better
than believing you are.

- Here you go.
- Ah.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

And can I get you anything?

- I just--
- She's not staying.

So tell me, why have you
come to see me?

He's a threat to my family.

This will cost you.

How much can you pay?

Fifty thousand.

That's low,
given he's a cop,

but since The Colombian

doesn't respect
agreed-to boundaries...

I'll do it tonight.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my...!

Shit!

Holy, shit!

- Shit.

- Shit, sorry.

- Mmm.
- You get it?

- What's wrong, babe?

A woman's dead,
and I had a hand in it.

Hey. Hey, listen to me.

You did nothing wrong.

Terry did, all right?

No, listen.

You've got this.

I have a feeling
things are gonna work out.

Okay? We're good people,

and good things happen
to good people.

Okay.

Hey, how was your day?

You didn't do
any more painting, did ya?

No, I promise.

Good, 'cause you do
have a husband.

I know. I know.

Come on, let's get some rest.

Well, maybe you shoulda
gone with The Irishman?
What are you gonna do?

There's no way I can get
that kind of money.

I only got 24 hours left.

- I'm screwed!
- Are you sure

you didn't accidentally
double-book the murder?

Shush! I think I'd remember
hiring two killers

to kill my wife on the same day.

You are not good
with that kind of stuff.

You should've come to me
for scheduling.

I didn't hire another person!

If I don't pay,

he'll kill me, Deborah.

I'll never be found.

This guy, he's crazy!

Then all this
will have been
for nothing!

Oh, my poor Wally.
It's gonna be okay.

Uh, we could leave town.

We can go tonight.

If I run, I look guilty.

Then I'll have the FBI
and The Colombian after me.

It's too much.
I'll never make it.

My only option
is to find the money.

I'm gonna have
to sell everything.

Oh, okay.

So you just--
you sell everything?

The jewelry, the cars,
the house?

Those are our things, Wally!

Then we get the original
million back somehow!

Well, who could've taken it?

Think, Wally,
there must be someone.

A maid, a homeless, a friend.

Keith.

Who?

The masseur. Of course!
He was there.

He found the money

and killed my poor
Virginia for it.

Then let's go give this masseur
a good Christian scare

and get our money back.

Can I stand up and show you?

This fuckin' guy.

How did you get home?

Oh, yeah. Mama picked me up.

I drove him there too.

Damn kid can't drive.

Shit.

Keith.

Who?

I'll be right back.

Fuck, man!

- Fuck!

Okey dokey, okey dokey.

Oh, baby.

This fuckin' guy.

Mama, we gon' be rich!

All right. All right.
Careful with my meds.

You're driving,
right, because I can't.

Hey, it's Terry.
Leave a message.

Also, for business inquiries
about Man Riot,

uh, leave a message.

- Shit.

What the...

Where are you going, Todd?

- Uh, it's Keith.
- Shut up!

Uh, look. I-- I'm real sorry
for your loss, Mr. Chetlo.

Virginia was a wonderful woman.

Cut the bullshit.
I know you two were fuckin'.

No, no, I swear we wasn't.

Don't you lie to me!

Where is the money, Keith?

- What money?
- You know what
I'm talkin' about!

- Jeez, no! Please, sir.
Don't shoot, sir!
Sh...

- You tell me
where the money is!
- No, the cops got it!

I swear, the cop's the one
who took it, all of it!

- You tell me right now or I--

No!
- Shit.

- Mama!

Holy sh...

Wally!

My poor Wally!

Oh, shit.
No!

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Wally!

Terry?

Whoa, what's going on?
Are you all right?

- I just came from the--
- Get the fuck back.

Okay, what the fuck, Terry?

Someone just came
onto my boat, Will,

and almost killed me,

and I have a very bad feeling

- that you had something
to do with it.
- Whoa.

What-- No, Terry. Why--

Listen, I just came
from the masseuse's place, okay?

I had a feeling
something was going on.
Guess who showed up.

Wallace Chetlo.

But then Keith
and his mom come out.

She shoots Chetlo.

And then the secretary
came out and shot them!

They're all fuckin' dead!
It was a massacre!

- Okay?

I can't...

Get in the car.

- What?
- Get in the car.

- We're going for a ride.
- No. Listen to me.

Everyone's gonna think
it was a love triangle.

It's done. We're in the clear.

Get in the fucking car
right now!

Okay.

- Okay.

This is a big fuckin' mistake,
Terry, okay?

I didn't take the money.
You'll see.

I hope so.

Hey, Cap.

Terry's got his patrol car
out again after hours

and out of jurisdiction.

You told me to tell you
when it's happening again.

- It's again.

What are you doing, Terry?

- Oh, no.

Now get out, open it up.

It's not there.

Where is it, Will?

You gotta believe me, okay?

I don't know
what happened to it.

I haven't been back here
since the night
we came together.

I swear to you
on the life of my child.

Does your wife know
about the money?

We promised
we wouldn't tell anyone.

- Come on,
I know she knows, Will!
- Okay--

I know she had that dinner
just to test me.

- I'm not an idiot!
- No, she doesn't know anything.

I knew she was
gonna be a problem
from the second I saw her.

Now I can only hope
for your sake

that she knows how to take
a warning from her dead dog.

What? What?

- Call her.
- Terry...

- this is getting insane, man.
- Call her on speaker!

- She's got no part in it.
- Will, call her right now

or I will kill you!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay, I told her
about the money, okay?
But she didn't take it.

I'd know!

Yeah, so this is gonna go fine.

You call her.
You say, "Hey, babe.

I came to get the money,
but it's gone."

- Okay.
- That's all you say.

- Okay.
- You understand?

- I'm doing it. Okay.
- Right now!

On speaker.

She won't pick up, okay?
She's asleep.

Hello, Will?

Hey, honey.

Where are you?

Where are you? Are you okay?

Will, what's--
what's happening, Will?

I came to get the money...

...but it's gone.

Someone took it.

The money...

is okay, sweetie.

Okay, I did something good.

Paige, what, what, what--

What did you do?

I have the money here.

No.

I wasn't gonna let Terry
destroy our lives.

I'm always right
about these things.

It was him that killed
Virginia after all,

so I met this man...

You told her
that I killed Virginia?!

No.
- What?

- I thought
we were friends, Will!
- Paige! Paige, run!

Will!

Will! Answer me!

- Just--

This is all your fault.

Oh, God.
No, no, no, no, no.

Will!

Will!

Help!

Somebody help me!

Will!

Paige?
It's Captain Murphy. Um...

- Will's been shot.

And I'm sorry.

He's dead.

I'm sorry, Paige, but you--
you need to tell me
what's happening.

It's Terry.

What a-- What about him?

He killed
the Chetlo lady,

and Will found out.

And...

And he's after us.

W-where are you now?

I'm sorry.

Paige, I can help you.

- Just tell me where you are.

But you know I have to do
whatever I can
to protect my son.

Attention all units,
this is Captain Murphy.

Officer down.
Need immediate
medical assistance

at the Southwest Storage Docks.

Be on the lookout
for Officer Brogen.

Approach with caution.
Consider him armed
and dangerous.

Don't come now.

Attention, ferry passengers.

Unfortunately,
the ferry to the mainland

has been delayed
due to the weather.

Baby, I'm gonna
give you a good life.

I promise.

- Stop!

- You...!

Fuck!

Ah!

Ah!

Fuck!

Did you hear that?

What's going on?

Paige!

Bring me back
the fuckin' money, Paige!

- It don't belong to you!
- What's happening?

Somebody's shooting.

Stay in the car!

This is what happens

- when you're selfish...
Go, go, go!

- ...when you lie...

...bad things come to you.

He's got a gun!

This is your fault!

No...

You need to know
that I did not kill that woman.

What? Terry, what?

- That was Will.
- Terry!

- You're a liar!
- I'm not lying!

- He was lying!
- Drop it or I'll shoot!

- And you're lying!
- Terry!

- All I was trying
to do is help!
- Drop your weapon!

You've been lying
this whole fucking time!

None of this was my fault!

Dr. Marrow to radiology.

Dr. Marrow,
please report to radiology.

Dr. Carter, Dr. Carter,

you have a consult request
in the cardiology department.

Where is he?

Where is my baby?

He's healthy and fine.

He's in the nursery sleeping.

I want him here.

Yeah, we'll get him for you.
I promise.

But, Paige, we gotta talk first.

People are dead.

Terry, two civilians,
the Chetlos...

Will.

That's too much loss
for it to just be a coincidence.

So...

Why was Terry after you?

I don't know.

He went crazy.

He killed Will,

and he came after me.

Will told me to run.

And you don't know why?

No. But I always thought

there was something off
about Terry.

But I never thought

something like this
would happen.

Oh. I'm sorry. Um...

I come back.

Whatever happened,

whatever part
you played in all this,

you don't want it following you
and your child around, okay?

I'm offering you a lifeline.

I'm trying to help you.

Help me?

By accusing me?

See, I'm gonna get
to the bottom of this

and when I do,
there are gonna be
consequences.

Don't you wanna see
your boy graduate?

Huh?

You wanna see him get married?

Paige, tell me something.

I lost my husband.

The father of my son.

If I could help you, I would.

I would like to see
my child now.

Don't go too far now.

I'm sure I'll have
a few more questions.

Primary care,
report to recovery station.

Primary care unit,
report to the recovery station.

What, what do you want?

You have something
that belongs to me.

I, uh...
Who are you?

Oh, who I am is not important.

Do you know in Iran,

they call their pistachios
"the smiley nut."

- What?
- Do you know why?

No.

Because it always looks like
they're smiling.

No...

Hold up, now.

Dr. Winkler, please dial 216.

Dr. Winkler, 216.

I don't think
I'll ever really understand
what happened.

So much cruelty and greed
in people these days.

I feel like my dream
was a warning.

Something was coming.

Something dark.

I've been trying to make
sense of it,

all of the power
greed has over people

to do such terrible things,

but no matter why the things
happened the way they did,

it's all within
God's providence.

I believe that.

I have to.

Even in all the darkness,

a new hope is continually
being brought into this world.

And that is something
to hold on to.

You know what?

That's what brought you to me.

Brought you to me.

Yeah.