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[rhythmic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[eerie music]

I'm with the FBI.
We're looking for this man.

- Has he come in here?
- [bartender] I don't think so.

Look again. Be certain.

He has a gun.
He's already used it tonight.

No, he hasn't come in.

Are we in danger?

- Should I call someone?
- I'm already here.

Any rooms in the back?
Places he could be hiding?

This is it.
The bathrooms, I guess.

I'm with the FBI.
Have you seen this man?

Gentlemen,
have you seen this man?

FBI, excuse me.

Have you seen this man?

[man groaning]

- Anything?
- [man] Exit's secure.

Fennessey hasn't left the hotel.

Time for another sweep?

I can't linger.
I've been shot.

Bourbon. Neat. Top shelf.

It's all right.
You're safe.

He's not here.

[sighing]

[dramatic music]

[theme music playing]

- [man] Tell us again.
- There's nothing more to tell.

There must be.

Because what you told us
last night makes
absolutely no sense.

But it does make sense.
Keith wasn't kidnapped.

He died.
Because of me.

Evie was having a party,

and so, Quinn and I snuck out,

and we went across the lake.

It was a cold winter.
The ice, it seemed solid.

We were halfway across
when we realized

that Keith was following us.

I told him to go home,
but he refused.

I pushed him.

He slipped and the ice cracked.

- [screaming]
- Then he fell.

We couldn't get to him.

Sid!

We called out
and we screamed,

but everything
happened so fast.

One moment, he was there
and the next...

...it was silent.

I didn't tell you guys

because I thought
you'd abandon me.

Or put me into foster care
like my birth parents did.

- Honey, we would never do that.
- I know that now.

Just like I know
that Keith is dead.

And that he is lying.

She's right.
I have lied.

About what?
About who you are?

No. Everything Sid said
is true.

As far as it goes.

But there was another
hole in the ice.

I don't know how I found it,
but I did.

I got to the road
and a car pulled over.

I was freezing. I could feel
the heat from the open door.

They offered me a ride home.

I got in and I was... taken.

I didn't lie about who I am.

I lied about not wanting
to talk about it.

I lied because I didn't want
to get Sidney in trouble.

I didn't want you
to think it was her fault.

- Keith, we don't think that.
- [Sidney] Keith?

You believe him and not me?

[Jason] We want to believe him,

that he is our son,
that he is home.

- Your opinion--
- [Sidney] It's not opinion.

The body in C's lab.

The one that was pulled in
from the lake.

I called it in.
I knew it was there.

- You did that?
- Yes.

Once C ID's it,

- you'll know once and for all
that he's an imposter.
- I'm your son.

Enough. We're gonna
figure this out right now.

Get up. Let's go.

Shouldn't be long,
my friend...

till we figure out
who you are.

And we get you home.

This is ridiculous!
You want me to stay here
with him?

Hey, I'm not the one
accusing you
of being an imposter.

Enough. The questioning.
The uncertainty.

It ends when C gives us
the answer.

Until then, yes,
you stay here.

- I feel like I'm under arrest.
- [Jason]
You're not under arrest.

But this is a police station.

So if you kill each other,
you'll be arrested.

[alarm sounding]

[speaking in Arabic]

[alarm sounding]

Craig Fennessey is a friend.
Or he used to be.

He was another kid that
George Lyle looked out for.

Wait, George Lyle.
Your George Lyle?

He's the one who
called in the alert.

I know you and Jay
got a lot going on,

so if you want me and Kemi
to handle it...

We do. Thank you
so much for saying that.

Jay's checking in with C now.

But I'm here.
And from what you've said,

George is practically
family to you, so...

- [knocking]
- Hey, George.

You must be Miss Nikki.

It's so nice to
finally meet you.

You as well.

Mike's words do not
do you justice.

No, there have been artists
that have painted
masterpieces of lesser women.

I know I'm laying it on
a little thick.

But at my age,
I ain't picking up anyone
with my good looks.

I don't know, George,
I ain't heard
nothing but the truth.

I'm sorry we're not meeting
under better circumstances.

I told her
Craig and I go way back.

But we've lost touch.

Why don't you tell us
what you know?

Well, I'm in charge
of port security.

Craig works for me.
He's a lot like Mike.

He's a good guy. Works hard.
Shows up to work on time.

Except for the past few days.

I tried his house,
his cellphone. Nothing.

You said you had concerns
about criminal activity
at the port?

After I left the force,
I was hired
to clean up corruption.

Now, for a while, I thought
I had it under control.

Until recently...
You know when your sixth sense
tells you something's up?

I'm concerned that Craig
might have uncovered something

that might have got him
in trouble with
some very dangerous people.

[bell on door ringing]

[tense music]

We'll start at
Craig's apartment,
and then work out from there.

Nice to meet you.

Pleasure was all mine,
Miss Nikki.

[Mike] You know
I always liked Craig.

I know he's like a son to you.

Which means he's like
a brother to me.

He needs help.
I'm not gonna let him down.

Knew I could
count on you, Mike.

[sighing]

Your daughter thinks
this is your son?

- That's awkward.
- It is awkward.

So if you put down
the art project
and start running his DNA.

I can't because hydrolysis
in bones

causes DNA molecules
to dissociate
from the hydroxyapatite.

Those are very big words
from a grownup who doodles.

[scoffs]
His DNA is damaged.

I've run CAT scans, sonograms,
racial and ethnic variables

to try to give whoever this is
their identity back.

As well as their dignity.

Which I cannot do
without 2-D layering.

When's that happening?

In college,
I developed this app.

DVR for radio.

All the VCs wanted in.
Meetings got set, I...

didn't go to a single one.

I stayed home.
And I ate gummy worms.

I do not handle
pressure well, Jason.

- It bloats me.
- [Jason] I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that
you're in this position.

I'm sorry I made a comment
about doodling.

But my ex-wife's happiness,

my sanity and the future
of my children

rests in what you find here.

I should have something
this afternoon.

Or in four pounds.
Whatever happens first.

[door opening]

[Mike] Craig?

[distant sirens wailing]

- [Nikki] I got nothing. You?
- Same.

It doesn't surprise me, though.

Who's this?
He looks familiar.

He was always a loner.

No wife. No kids.
Dad passed away.

Mom's in a nursing home
that George pays for.

I like George.

- I like how much he likes you.
- [chuckling]

Bingo.

Stacks of cash, fake IDs?

Maybe you don't know Craig
as well as you think you do.

[phone ringing]

Well, maybe we're looking
for somebody who doesn't
want to be found.

Hey. Anything from C?

Nothing yet. But I got
a hit on the alert,
from a cab driver.

He's sure that
it was Fennessey.

100%. Blood on the backseat.

How are the kids?

They are in their
neutral corners.

- For now.
- And how are you?

I'm having my eggs read.

- If that tells you anything.
- Shh.

Do you think it's possible
Keith is an imposter?

The Johnston Hotel.
That's where the cab driver
said he picked up Fennessey.

- Is it possible, Jay?
- Yes.

Yes. No. Maybe.
I don't know.

I also don't know
what Kemi's doing.
But I know I need her to do it.

[distant sirens wailing]

- Hey.
- [woman] Hey, girl.

Long time no see.
Mike Sherman,
this is Jamie Lewis.

- Nice to meet you.
- You on a case?

We have a missing person
that may have been a guest
at the hotel. You?

There was a shootout upstairs.

We lost an agent.

Assassin hid behind the bar.

Bled all over the floor.

Our missing person
was bleeding.

Craig Fennessey.

- Craig Fennessey?
- Mm-hmm.

That's who was at
the hotel last night.

Looks like we're looking
for the same person.

Actually, Detective,
we're not.

- Jamie.
- Sorry.

It's above my pay grade.

What is? Why are you sorry?

It's a federal case.
She wants us to stand down.

Okay, yeah,
that's not gonna happen.

Craig Fennessey murdered
one of our agents.

Allegedly.
Even if he wasn't a friend,
which he was,

I think we can both
agree on that.

What we agree on or not
is of no interest to me.

What is of interest
is finding Fennessey.

Which we will be doing
and you will not.

I'll send someone
to pick up your evidence.

Great.

This is nuts.
We're off the case?

What am I supposed
to tell George?

How about that his protege
might've murdered an FBI agent?

Yes, George, I understand
that this is very personal
to you, and we are--

[indistinct arguing]

Did we do something to you?

To someone you love?

You didn't do anything.

You are something.

You're my family.

[Sidney] I don't know
how you did it.

The scar. The DNA.

But the body in the lake?
Even you couldn't
plan for that.

You know whose hair to use.

That body
isn't your brother.

- I'm your brother.
- We'll find out.

And if you're not...

Dad might just beat you
to death.

I'm telling you
it's not possible.

Craig killing
an FBI agent? Why?

What motive would he have?

Do you know
who Samuel Price is?

[George]
I've never heard of him.

Craig had some documents
in that name.

A passport,
a driver's license...

Along with $100,000
in a box in his apartment.

Maybe he found out something
was happening at the port,

maybe his life was threatened,

and maybe he got scared,
and was setting up to get away.

[Nikki] Or he was
setting up to get away

because he was getting ready
to kill an FBI agent.

Craig couldn't shoot
a cap gun,

let alone a suppressor
with polymer tips.

I'm telling you
he's being framed.

You're probably right.
But there's nothing we can do.

Because some field agent
spanked you?

No. Because a Special Agent
from the FBI

exercised her right
and folded our case
into hers.

I texted you her number.

I'm sure she'll be happy
to speak with you.

[scoffs] I came to you

because you're good.
But also because you're family.

[George scoffs]

You know, I'm so disappointed
in you, son.

I can't believe
I'm not helping.

You're not.
But he is getting help.

What, from the FBI?
You heard Agent Lewis.

She's so convinced
that Craig's guilty,

she's ready to be the judge,
the jury,

and if she gets the chance, executioner.

Craig is a person of interest
in the murder
of one of their agents.

And George is like
a father figure to me
after I lost my dad.

You never talk about
what happened to your father.

- I wish you would.
- You know the song.

Crooked cop. Took payoffs.
Went to jail.

Destroyed our family.
I was 15.

Before that, he was my hero.
After, I never spoke to him.

And that's when
you met George.

They worked together.
Idolized him
almost as much as I did.

He took me under his wing.
Did the same thing for Craig.

He saved my life, Nikki.

The man never asked me
for anything.

Now the one time he does,
I turn my back on him.

[door opening]

Craig Fennessey,
I think I know where he is.

No landscape to interpret.
Box store furniture.

- What am I looking at, Kemi?
- Nothing.

Then why are we looking at it?

Because people who look
like they have nothing to hide
actually don't.

I stare at these photos
all day long.

A lot of them have
distinguishing features.

Mountains. Nudity.
Nose picking.

But a lot of them
are indistinguishable.

And that's what people
like to post the most.

Photos of nothing.

And that's what I see
that you don't.

That all of this nothing
means that there's
actually nothing to hide.

Which is why a simple
image search found
the exact same photo

on a Dr. Scott Walker's
social media page.

[Mike] Scott Walker?
That's Craig's
childhood friend.

Well, Dr. Walker's photo
is geotagged.

It is at a fishing cabin
that the good doctor owns

- near Pennypack Creek.
- [Mike] So Craig's been there.

What makes you think
he's there now?

[Kemi] Because an hour ago,
Samuel Price

used his credit card
at a store located two miles
from the cabin.

Craig's fake ID.
The one we found in the box.

The FBI took us off the case.

I know.
But I just read Jason's eggs,

and it made me want
to spit at the gods.

And the FBI felt like
the next best option.

They're positive
he killed one of their own.

If we give them this,
they'll go in hot, looking
for any reason to shoot.

If Craig is innocent,
he deserves to be
brought in peacefully.

Fine. Kemi, go with Mike.

[sighs]

We bring him in,
we give him to the FBI.
You understand me?

Hey, Kemi.

Jason's eggs.
Tell me what you saw.

Bad energy.

The kind that bursts out
like a volcano.

C figured it out.

Looks like you're about
to turn into a pumpkin.

- Hey.
- Where's the picture?

- Technically, it's a rendering.
- Rendering. Picture.

- Can you please pull it up?
- A picture is something exact.
It's something that's known.

A rendering like this
is meant to be
just an interpretation.

Is it Keith?
Is it our son?

[beeping]

He's gone, Nik.
That's him.

We don't know that yet.
That is Keith.

That is my son.
Sid was right.

That is an imposter.

He came into our life,
he gutted us

and I'm gonna go
find out why right now.

I put the image up on NamUs.

It's running through
the database of
missing children right now.

This might not be Keith.

That boy up in your office
could be your son.

I'm a little nervous about
what Jason is going to do
before we know for sure.

[tense music]

Craig?
It's Mike Sherman.

I spoke to George.
He asked me to come find you.

- He could be a cop killer.
- George trusts him.

I'm trusting
that George is right.

[Craig] If you open that door,
I'll shoot.

Craig, you know me.
You know I'm on your side.

[Craig] No, you're not.
No one is.

[Mike] George asked me
to keep you safe.

I can't do that unless
I open the door.

[Craig] I said I'll shoot.

Where are they?

- Who are you?
- What are you talking about?

Who are you? Huh?

- Who are you?
- I'm Keith. I'm your son.

No, you're not my son.
My son's dead.

- He's lying on a slab downstairs.
- That's not true!

No, there's been a mistake.
You've got to believe me.

- Dad... please.
- I'm not your father.

And you're definitely
not my son.

- You hear me?
- Stop it, stop it!

- You have to stop.
Go. Get out.
- Don't defend him.

I'm not defending him.

I'm protecting you
from yourself.

[panting]

Thanks, Mom.

[breathing heavily]

You don't believe me, either.

Baby, right now, I don't
know what to believe.

You're an informant.
For the FBI.

Agent Roman was my handler.

I didn't kill her at the hotel.

I was meeting with her
when someone
tried to kill us both.

I wanna believe you, Craig.
But if you work
for the Bureau,

then why are they after you?

My deal with her was with her.

I wouldn't do it
if she told anybody else.

Do you know how many rumors
there are about Feds
on the Epsilon payroll?

Epsilon?

A crime syndicate.

The port is like
a black-market hub for them.

I didn't trust anybody
at the FBI except Agent Roman.

- So now, no one trusts me.
- George trusts you.

George doesn't know
about any of this.

About me being a CI
or about the corruption.

The corruption.
What are you talking about?

A year ago,

I noticed phantom shipments.

Cargo coming in,
but not on any manifest.

Those shipments,
they go to Epsilon.

We found your go bag.
How do you explain that?

FBI issue. For after
I testify against Epsilon.

So they wouldn't be
able to find me.
Except they already did.

Any idea how that happened?

Agent Roman and I met weekly
at the Johnston.

Checked in separately.
Booked adjoining rooms.

Only the FBI knew
we were meeting.

That's why I ran.
I can't trust anyone.

And the moment I get better,
I'll run again.

Rest up, all right?

I'm gonna have a little chat
with our friends at the Bureau.

Look at you.

A detective.

You made it.

I'm happy for you.

Thanks.

What part of
"you're off the case"
did you not understand?

The part where you said,
"You're off the case."

And for your sake,

we'll pretend that
we're still on it.

And how would that be
for my sake?

We'll get to that.
And when we do,
thank yous will be in order.

First, we'll start with
what you already know.

Craig Fennessey
didn't kill your agent.
He was her CI.

- And whoever killed her
shot him.
- I'm friends with the chief.

I will be speaking
to him about this.

What you don't know,
other than that
in the early '20s

I lent J. Edgar
a hot pink corset
and he never returned it...

is that we have
Craig Fennessey in custody.

And if you want us
to turn him over,

you have to agree to share
your case file with us.

Excuse me.

The part where thank yous
are in order?

That's this part.

- Where's Craig?
- He's at Mercy.

- In recovery.
- Is he okay?

George, you were right.
This is about
port corruption.

He found it,
and they found him.

Do you have a lead
on who shot him?

- No. But he mentioned
the crime syndicate Epsilon.
- So he's still a target.

Yeah, which is why
the FBI agreed to put him
in protective custody.

[George] Cleaning up things
was supposed to be my job.

If I'd done it better,
this wouldn't have happened.

Bless you, Mike.
For keeping him safe.

And for ignoring that
the Feds would get it done.

I'm proud of you.

Mike senior would've been
proud of you, too.

Means more coming from you.

He was a good man.

Until he wasn't.

One of these nights,
we're gonna catch up.
I'll buy you a beer.

Hey, hey...
Not if I buy you one first.

[chuckling]

Next year would be seven years
since Keith was
reported missing.

- February 3rd...
- Hmm.

...would be the day
that they declared him dead.

I've dreaded that day.

Yeah, me too.
And now, it's today.

They say that God...

only gives you the burdens
he knows you can handle.

Yeah, he miscalculated
with me.
Because I cannot...

I can't go through this again.
I just can't do it, Nik.

I want to say something.
I mean, I feel like it's...

it's important for me
to say it. I just...

I don't want to upset you.

You won't upset me.
It's too late.

I didn't even say anything.

Fear. Dread.
Anticipatory upset

is way worse than
the actual thing.

So me telling you
that I'm gonna tell you
something upsetting

is worse than
actually saying it to you?

Mm-hmm. Damage done.

Go ahead,
say what you gotta say.

Whoever he is,

even if he's not our son,

there's good in him.

You know, I could feel it.

Yeah. I feel it, too.

- The FBI turned over the file.
- Great. Let's give it a read.

The assassin used a suppressor
with polymer-tipped bullets.

You read it already?
Impressive.

I'm the only one who has.
Remember, we basically
blackmailed them for it.

I'm a slow reader. Dyslexia.

Which was only diagnosed
by a program
that George got me into.

It's amazing
what I owe that man.

Then I'm sure you'll give
a stirring statement
at his sentencing hearing.

Mike, he knew about
the polymer-tipped bullets.

You told me he told you
what the assassin used

when no one but the assassin
could've known.

[George] Craig couldn't shoot
a cap gun.

Let alone a suppressor
with polymer tips.

That's your theory?
That George is the assassin?

Or he hired him.
Think about it.
The port is corrupt.

He takes money
to look the other way.

Craig tries to stop it,
Epsilon squeezes George,

George takes out a hit
on Craig.
Only he gets away.

So he turns to his
surrogate son to find him
before the FBI does.

Yeah, that's a nice
fairy tale.

And it comes
with a happy ending.

Craig is in
an undisclosed location
where George can't find him.

But even if he could
get to him, he wouldn't.

I mean, if somehow the location
had been disclosed...

Please tell me
that you didn't.

- I'm sure it's nothing.
- [Kemi exclaims]

Okay, okay.

We need to contact the FBI.

We need to get
to the hospital right now.

- Kemi, you're overreacting.
- I know that you love him.

And I know this is hard
for you to hear.

But he used you
to get to Craig.

And my only hope is that
we find him first.

[dramatic music]

So I got a hit
from NamUs.

They found a match
for a Jonathan Robbins.

That's not a better match
than the one with Keith.

Can you put the other one
back up?

- I can, but...
- [Jason] Please?

It's not your son.

How can you be so sure?

Did Keith ever have
bone cancer?

No, no, he didn't.

Jonathan did.
And so did Yorick.

Knowing what to look for,
I found microscopic residue

of a tumor
on the left femur.

So... yeah.

It's meant to be
pretty good news.

It is.
It's fantastic news.

It's just... a lot.

Call the Robbins family.
Tell them that
we have their son.

And we have ours. What...
What do I say to Keith?

- What did I do?
- Tell him that you're sorry.

Okay? You're his dad.
He's gonna forgive you.

[sighing]

Gummy worms are a good
ice breaker.

[cell phone ringing]

Mike. Great news.
It's not Keith!

That is great news.
Unfortunately, my news isn't.

Craig's gone.

And so is his FBI
protective detail.

Did C identify the body?

Yeah. He did.

I owe you an apology.

What I did was inexcusable.

I am so sorry.

I'm sorry.

No. I'll...
I'll talk to her.

You sure?

I think it's probably best
you only yell
at one of your kids today.

I deserve that.

Coming home,
being with my family,

it was all I thought about
when I was gone.

Having Sid doubt me was hard.

But having you doubt who I am
is a whole different gut punch.

[agent] I impersonated
an FBI agent to kill you
and Agent Roman.

But as you're still alive,
I assume you're wondering,

"Am I going to die tonight?"

The answer is yes.

There isn't
a realistic scenario
that I can let you go.

You know too much about Epsilon
and my connection to it.

But I don't take pleasure
in killing people,

so I'm gonna go
eat a lamb chop,
drink some wine,

change the dressing
over the bullet hole
your handler gifted me

and give you a chance
to think about the manner

in which you want
that to happen.

- You told Lyle.
- [Mike] Yes.

And when I realized
what I'd done--

Led the killer to his victim.

I sent a patrol
to bring him in.

Bring him in,
and not arrest him. Mike!

I told George the location.

But we have no proof
that he went
or that he sent anyone there.

So no, he's not under arrest.
Or on the run.

- Patrol went to his house,
he gave up no resistance.
- Lyle's here.

Try to remember that your job
is to question him,

- and not to
pin him with a medal.
- Kemi, you're in with Mike.

We'll be watching.

[Kemi sighs]

How's Keith?

He's very upset at me.
And that's gonna take
a little while.

- But we've got time.
- Yeah.

You wanna bring me up
to speed on the case?

[door opening]

- What's going on, Mike?
- We'll explain.
But you need to sit down.

I'm gonna sit down
when I know why
I'm sitting down.

Craig's security detail
was hit outside the hospital.

- He's been taken.
- [Kemi] Which out of deference

to your long history,
Mike is pretending that
you don't already know.

Me, I'm not
the deferential type.

Sit down.

- Did you do it, George?
- Are you really asking me that?

[Mike] You knew about
the suppressor.

- You of all people!
- And the polymer-tipped
bullets.

I raised you.
You're here because of me!

Yeah. Yeah,
I'm here because of you.

You owe me nothing.
I owe you everything.

Still doesn't give you
the right to play me.

The FBI knew where he was.

It's obvious.
They got someone on the take.

You knew Craig and I
were friends.

You knew I'd do anything
to find him.

So did you, George?
Did you play me?

No, I did not.

Any other questions,
you can ask my lawyer.

- That's it. He's done talking.
- Maybe I can fix that.

Please, just don't make me
regret it.

We're kind of
in the middle of something.

It looked like you were
kind of at the end of it.

I'd like to take a swing
with your permission.

By all means.

George.
Can I call you George?

No. You may not.

George, are you familiar
with Fairhill?

It's Epsilon territory.

The Fairhill guys
deal meth, molly.

As luck would have it,
bad for you, good for me,

I worked Vice in Fairhill.

And I was able to turn
an Epsilon man.

Made him my CI.
Next, you're gonna tell me

he ID'd me as the guy
who took Craig.

Well, let me save you
the trouble.

I've been a cop my whole life.

And unlucky for you,
I know all the tricks.

He didn't ID you to me.
I ID'd you to him.

I told him
that you were in here
singing for your supper,

telling us everything
there is to know

- about how Epsilon works.
- I don't know
how Epsilon works.

But they think that you do,
so what they do with that
information, I don't know.

I hope that
they don't hurt you.

But at the same time,
I can't keep you here.

So what do you say
we go for a ride?

A ride? Where?

To see your friends
at the port.

Fingers crossed,
they'll be happy to see you.

Hey, you mind telling me
what the hell that was?

Teaching an old dog
some new tricks.

By pretending to put
a target on his back?

You don't have a CI at Epsilon.

[Jason]
He doesn't know that.

Which means that he thinks
that they're probably

gonna kill him
unless we protect him.

Which he knows we'll only do
if he confesses.

Even if he has anything
to confess in the first place.

Mike, if this does work,
and he does confess,

none of it will
stand up in court.

Right. Because I lied
to a suspect.

A good defense lawyer
will use that
to kick George free.

Craig Fennessey
has been taken.

If he's not dead already,
he will be soon.

This is the only way
we're gonna get to him in time.

If George walks
because of what I just did,

I'm not gonna lose any sleep.
Are you?

I will not.

Looks like
we're going for a ride.

[knocking on door]

Sidney.
It's not your fault.

Even if you'd raced home
to tell Mom,
I still would've been taken.

Sid?

Listen to me.
It's not your fault.

Okay. Okay. All right.

Now that you're finally
convinced I'm alive,
try not to choke me to death.

[laughing]

Do you remember this?

From Camp Shewahmegon.
Are you kidding?

That won me
the Chipmunk Chatter award
for best crafting.

I found it on your desk.

Along with all
of the homework assignments
that you didn't need to do.

And some people say
getting abducted is all bad.

I needed it...

to feel you were with me.

And now you are.

Do you really
remember everything?

Yeah, I do.

Could you tell me about it?

[agent]
I have some questions.

Your level of cooperation

will determine the tenor
of the evening.

[gasps]

Whatever I could tell you,
I've already told the FBI.

You told Agent Roman.

But as I put a bullet
in her head,

I think your secrets
are safe with her.

So tell me...

What are your secrets?

[Craig] She filed reports
about Epsilon.

Last week. Last month.

Hurting me won't change that.

Ah. About that.

I have no intention
of hurting you.

I have people
who do that for me.

The enthusiastic degenerate
who's livestreaming this

can confirm that Dr. Walker
is home with his wife

and three beautiful children.

Please, no!
He's just a friend!
He doesn't know anything!

You're going to tell me
everything the FBI knows
about my operation,

or I'm going to instruct
said degenerate
to exit his car,

knock at the house

and shoot whoever
opens the door.

Please, no.

You know calling
Russian Roulette "Russian"
is a misnomer?

It's kind of like
Chinese Checkers,

which was not invented
in China and is not checkers.

Also strawberries,
not a berry.

But a banana?
A banana is a berry.

So is an avocado.

Point being, Russian Roulette
was first played
right here in Philadelphia

by a man known as
the Philadelphia Frenchman

who is not from
Philadelphia or French.

Is nothing what it seems?

I got no idea what
you're talking about.

[Kemi] No?

Let me clarify.

You're playing
Russian Roulette.

Epsilon is holding the gun.

The question you have to ask
yourself is simple:

Do they care
that you talked?

If yes, then there is
a bullet in the chamber.

And if no, then there isn't.

But I haven't talked.

Well, like I said,
nothing is what it seems.

[agent] Decision time, Craig.

Okay.

Stand down.

I'm afraid it's hard
to leash a hungry dog.

[doorbell ringing]

I said okay!
I'll tell you.

- Tell me? Tell me what?
- Everything!

[speaking in foreign language]

So...

Everything.

Let's hear it.

To be clear, George,
we don't want you to die.

But don't think for a second
that because we're cops

we won't pull over,
open these doors
and give you the boot.

And before you think
any less of us,

if you are killed,
we will do our very best

to find the person
who killed you
and bring them to justice.

That's comforting.
Thank you.

The boot.

You're about to get it.

I'm a shaman, George.
I don't read minds, and
I can't predict the future.

But that car's been
following us
since the precinct.

And I guarantee you,
in about a minute,

whoever is in that car
is coming for your head.

I cooperate,
you protect me?

From whoever's in that car
and everyone
he works for, yes.

Epsilon has an enforcer.

Jack Dalton.

- He's your shooter.
- Okay, good.

Now tell me
how did Jack Dalton
know who to shoot?

I'm the one who
gave him Fennessey.

And when he screwed up the hit,
I'm the one who got him back.

[Kemi]
And how did you do that?

By using Mike.

I traded on our relationship

and the love he has for me.

Baby, I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, hey...

- Hey, Mike...
- Where is he, George?

- I can explain.
- Shut up! Where's Craig?

- I don't know.
- Mike! Mike!

- I have two questions.
- [Kemi] Mike, put the gun down!

- You wouldn't dare, Mike!
- Whether I'd dare or not

depends on your answer
to the first.

My dad.

Did you lie to me about him?

I'm sorry, Mike.

Mike, you don't want
to do this.

Craig Fennessey. I dare you
not to tell me where he is.

We're done here.
Get the car.

Wait. I told you
everything I know.

And you knew too much.

Which is good for me,
but very bad for you.

Please don't kill me. Please.

[tense music]

MPU, hands where
we can see them!

- Go, go, go!
- [gunshot]

[grunting]

Dalton, where is he?

Hey. Where's Dalton?
He ran. That way.

I got it, you go.
It's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

[gun cocking]

I know you.

You're George's kid.

This is good.
You helped him.

Now you're gonna help me.
C'mon.

We're gonna walk
out of here together.

[grunting]

[glass shattering]

Mike, Mike... Hey, hey!

That's enough. It's over.

[breathing heavily]

It may be done.
But it's not over.

Mike Sherman. PPD.

I need you to pull a file
on another detective.

Ex-detective.

What's the detective's name?

Mike Sherman.

I took your word for it.

About my father.
I believed you.

Believed in you.

So much so that I never
pulled his file.

Never looked at who the
investigating officers were.

Area Six Detective
George Lyle and J.R. Dalton.

You made it look like
he was in Epsilon's pocket.

When it was you
and Dalton who were.

Craig Fennessey
is repeat business, isn't he?

The innocent man
you tried to destroy

before he finds out enough
to destroy you.

In Craig's case, you made him
look like an assassin.

In Dad's case,
you made an honest man
look like a crooked cop.

I raised you, Mike.

You know
what kind of man I am.

The last thing that
I ever said to him was,
"You're dead to me."

Yeah, George, I know exactly
the kind of man you are.

[door opening]

Say it.

I crossed the line.

Didn't stay in my lane.

[sighs] He betrayed you.

Betrayed your father.

Betrayed an old friend.

I put a gun to his head, Jay.

He would've given me
a different answer,

I can't say that I wouldn't
have pulled the trigger.

I felt betrayed today.
And that line, I...

I basically sprinted
right through it.

It's hard not to.

It's maybe impossible to
forgive yourself when you do.

There's somewhere
I gotta go.

Yeah.
Just come with me first.

We are here to forgive
and to ask for forgiveness.

The bowl represents the world.

- You guys okay?
- Yeah. Keith and I are good.

You and Keith.

Yes. Keith. My brother.

[Kemi] These candles
are our vessels.

But we cannot light them yet.

Not until
we forgive ourselves.

Not until we forgive others.

And not until
others forgive us.

Until then, our lights
cannot shine.

Your stone...

contains all that
remains unforgiven.

It holds your burdens.

It's the weight
on your shoulders.
It's your heavy heart.

And there's only one way
to be rid of it.

You have to
release it yourself.

The world will absorb it.

The world wants
to give you this gift.

Trust the world.

It will pull all of those
negative spirits down.

Release your burdens.

Forgive.

And ask for forgiveness.

In accepting forgiveness,
we remind the world
of the good we bring.

[crying]

Thank you for this.

Not knowing,
that was the hard part.

At least now we can finally
put Jonathan to rest.

We remind the world
of the sacrifices
we make for others.

I think this is the part
where I say thank you.

Again.

[Kemi] And we remind the world
that our story is not finished.

[sighs]

Hey, Dad.

[Kemi] Now your vessels
have light.

Now you can see.

And the world has
gifted you a new future.

I, um...

I understand if you don't
want to see me.

I think about you
every day, you're my son.

Every day
for the last 20 years,
I was hoping for this day.

[sighing]

[sighing]

- So?
- So I was wrong.

And I apologized.

And I told her she has
nothing to apologize for.

So it's done.
It's finally over.

Well, there's just
one more thing.

I'm ready to talk about it.

Talk about what?

I'm ready to talk about
who kidnapped me.

[theme music playing]