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[grandly, as Ben Franklin]
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.

[girl] Ooh, dessert.
I want a blondie.

Can I have one?

[woman] 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.

[key clatters]

Grandpa! Look what I found!

Oh, let me see.

Oh, wow. That's nice.

[dramatic music]

[theme music playing]

Jealous? No.
Are you kidding me?

Jason is entitled
to his privacy.

He's allowed to have friends.

I am not suggesting
that we run Wayne's background,

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!

[cackles giddily]
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.

Inspector Braun said
you have a thing for eggs.

I didn't really get it, but...

figured you can't go wrong
with Cadbury.

[all chuckling awkwardly]

They are really good.
Thank you so much.

Nice to meet you, Helen.

[Nikki chuckles politely]

[quietly] I need
to call the Inspector.

You... You forgot this!

I look forward
to working together.

[resigned] Okay.

[upbeat music]

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.

Professional, like, uh...
I don't know, like,

singing an engagement
in front of the whole office?

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

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

- That's not the point, though.
- And two,

I cleared it with HR.
It was a beautiful moment.

It was a beautiful moment!

It was a beautiful,
unprofessional moment.

- All right, if you say so.
- [phone rings]

Hey, Kemi.

Ahem. Glad you called,

'cause Mike here
was about to serenade me.

[Kemi] 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?

[as Washington]
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.

[Alexander] 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?

[Alexander] 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.

- [heels clopping]
- Detective Grant.

- Yeah?
- Sergeant Sherman.

I'm Helen,
your new forensic scientist.

[grunts amiably] 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!

[chuckling] That's good.
It's appropriate, too.

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

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

[aghast] Oh, I didn't mean to--

The tour company had
very little useful information.

They had
a disconnected phone number

and PO box address.

We need to check
local hospitals
and urgent care.

Gotcha.

Name on file
for our Ben Franklin

is, uh, Richard Saunders.

[Kemi chuckles] 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.
- [Helen] Sounds cool.

[quietly] 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 Almanack.

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.

[Nikki] 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?

[ominous music]

[case thuds]

[upbeat tense music]

[door slams]

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.

[Helen, singing boldly]
♪ 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.

- [Kemi] Okay.
- Who?

- Just don't, don't...
don't worry about it.
- [Nikki laughing]

[upbeat music]

[chuckling] 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.

- [Kemi] Mm-hmm.
- 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...
- [keys clacking]

...with a black mold problem.

- [chuckles] Oh, geez.
- What?

Ben Franklin's
Quaker Meetinghouse.

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.
- [Helen] 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.

[chuckles] You know,
just a tip,

most people wait
at least a week

before they call me crazy.

[deflating sigh]

Ohh... [sighing]

[indistinct radios crackling]

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?

[Jason] There you go.

We should bag that up
for the new girl,

see if she can pull trace.

Was gonna 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.

[grunts]

[crunch]

Can we borrow that?

[grunting] 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...

- [Nikki] Okay.
- [Jason] Okay.

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

[Nikki] Mm,
an old-school enforcer

for the Irish Mob
out of North Philly.

He's got a bunch of priors

and was a POI
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.

[Kemi] 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 ID, 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?

Yeah, well,
I'd like to ask him,

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.

[tense music]

[car alarm chirps]

Hands on the wheel,
ten and two.

Okay, pally, take it easy.

Wait. Owen?

Who else did you tell?

That was you this morning?

[roars] Who else did you tell?

Nobody.
We thought you were dead.

[hammer cocks]

I'm not gonna tell anybody
I saw you.

I swear, Owen! I have a family!

Yeah. So do I.

[alert starts blaring]

[alert blares]

[overlapping alerts blaring]

[thud]

[tense music]

- Kemi.
- Yeah?

I just sent something
to your screen.

Okay.

That is Charlie McGannon,
the current Irish Mob boss.

Philly PD has a half-a-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.

[Nikki] 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.

[Jason] 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.

[tense music]

A witness saw Owen exit the car

and another one spotted him
heading south.

[Jason] 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,

we're gonna piss people off
for no good reason.

No, but we have a good reason.

I'm thirsty.

Come on.

[Jason] Would you just relax?

Relax.

[music plays indistinctly]

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. [chuckles]

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!

- [crashing and shattering]
- 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.

[background music continues,
indistinct]

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!

[chuckling]

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

[sighing]

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.

[barkeep sighs pointedly]

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

[Pete] Yeah.

I got nothin' else for ya.

All right. Let's go.

[quietly] 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.

[thrilling music]

- [knocking]
- 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.

[Ava] 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.

[Mike sighs]

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.

Well, 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.

[door opens]

Be seeing you, Nikki.

Hey.

[sighs] 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 CI.

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.

[Kemi] 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.

[meekly] Sorry.

[tense music]

[indistinct chatter]

I'm closed for the day.

I'm sorry.

For what?

[stammers]

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.

[chuckles]

Get out of here.

You have to run. Now!

[grunting]

[crashing]

I love you.

[tense music]

- [brakes screeching]
- [horns honking]

[brakes screeching]

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.

- [elevator bell dings]
- 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.

[footsteps receding]

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.

[keys clacking]

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.

[Mike] 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.

[ominous music]

[grunting]

[grunting and protesting]

No word from the boss.

[Owen] Pete,
you gotta listen to me.

I didn't kill the old man.

Shut him up, will ya?

[Owen crying out as blows land]

We'll keep you posted.

Park Services
and local law enforcement
are ready to respond.

They just need a direction.

[sighing] 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--

[Helen] 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.

- [keys clacking]
- Um...

maybe there's a house number.

Oh...

anything over there?

Oh, my God.

D-Does that narrow our search?

[Kemi] Yes, it does.

A little bit closer,
a little bit closer...
here we go.

That-That's chinkapin oak.

[beep]

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.

Damn it.

What?

That's Charlie's lawyer.

Owen's out of time.

[ominous music]

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.

[Nikki] See, there you go.

[chuckling dryly]

Thank you.

Get him outside.

[grunting]

Philly PD!

[shot fires]

[grunting]

[gunfire volleying]

- One down!
- [shots blasting]

Hey, I got the angle.

Where's Owen?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- [grunting]
- [thudding]

[Pete whimpering]

I surrender.

Owen Maloy?

Sorry.

Now I surrender.

Hands behind your back.

- You good, Mike?
- Yeah.

[phone buzzing]

Irish Mafia Cabin.
How may I help you?

They hung up.

[siren wails distantly]

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.

- [footsteps]
- [light rap on glass]

[cuffs clinking]

Hey.

[gasps]

[both sobbing]

It was you the whole time?

[deep breath, sigh]

I couldn't stay away.

[sentimental music]

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

So, you should get something.

A cactus? [laughing]

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.

Especially that you thought
I was calling you crazy.

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.

[chuckling]

Great first day.

[pensive music]

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 giving 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.

[music playing in background]

[door opens]

[footsteps]

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.
- Come on.

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.

Fiance 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.

[upbeat music]