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"Where you at?"

Almost done.

Hello?

Who's there?

Hey, is that you?

Shame to leave this poor little barstool empty.

It's taken.

Hey, aren't you, Mr. Popular?

- Billie. - Thanks for meeting me.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

I was in the area.

- Really? - No, not at all.

- So what's this all about? - Like I said, a job.

I need some help and you're the best I know.

- Besides yourself. - Who's keeping track?

What's the job?

Missing high school baseball pitcher, Eric Dobbs,

disappeared two days ago.

Missed the Fall Ball championship game.

Last seen by his coach, practicing Thursday night.

Hmm.

I used to play a little ball.

- Really? - Yeah.

Any good?

Could have been.

My dad wasn't too keen on team sports,

- so I didn't pursue it. - Mmm.

It doesn't sound like you had a choice.

No, no, I did not.

This missing kid, the police involved?

No. Everyone's hoping he's just being a teenager,

flaking out till he shows up again.

Plus, the parents don't want any negative attention.

Why not?

Eric's supposed to sign a letter of intent to play

at Southern Nebraska University next year.

Neither side wants bad publicity,

even if he's just being irresponsible.

Hmm.

- And who posted the reward? - SNU through a booster group.

I've been talking to a Shane Niall.

He's a big shot alumnus who wants constant updates.

Mmm. Yes. One of those.

I guess he wants to know what he's getting from a $50,000 reward.

And you need my help with all this? Why exactly?

A missing baseball star, worried family...

Nah. Try again.

I missed you.

Okay. I knew this was a bad idea.

- Good luck with all of that. - Come on.

There's always an agenda with you. What's the catch?

Wait, wait.

I know you don't like to trust me,

but I swear there's no personal agenda.

There's something you're not telling me.

I'm from here.

This town.

You're from here? You're from this town?

You're not from Miami?

- Nope. - Huh.

Well, I guess there's a lot of things I don't know about you.

It still doesn't explain why you need my help.

Well, there's some people in this town

that won't exactly be thrilled that I'm back.

A lot, actually, I kinda...

kinda left and never looked back.

So you need me to run interference?

It won't be good for me to be out in front of this one,

but I know this town inside and out.

It'll be a team effort.

Are you gonna tell me why you're not wanted here?

It has to do with my mother.

Let's just say she screwed a lot of people over,

Eric's family included.

If you help me,

maybe I'll tell you about it.

I cannot believe you're not from South Beach.

Are you in or out?

I'm in. I'm in, 60-40 split.

I should tell you to shove it.

But you won't.

- You're getting greedy. - Let's get to work. Come on.

You talk to the parents?

Oh. No, no, no, no.

- That's gonna be your job. - Ah.

All I know is that Eric had his phone in his bag

at the field where he was last seen.

I checked the phone. There's nothing helpful on it.

A thought. Maybe he grabbed a couple of buddies.

He skipped town. All right?

Teenage stress is at an all-time high.

Maybe he just needed to get away for a little bit.

I mean, that's the hope, right?

The booster guy told me he had a girlfriend, Ashley.

I've been trying to reach her. She's not answering my calls.

Maybe he took off with her.

Fingers crossed.

Like I said, easy money and maybe we have some fun.

I'll go see what these parents have to say.

Cool.

I'm gonna keep trying to track down Ashley.

Oh, and Colter?

Yeah.

It is good to be working with you again.

Billie?

What about that missing painting in Cleveland?

Cleveland can wait. I'm gonna help her out.

You're gonna help her?

Missing high school baseball player.

I really don't think this is a good idea.

I'll be fine. Couple of days max.

This is where Eric spends all his time.

I can see why.

Everything a kid would want is right in here.

That picture was from the state championship last season.

Eric pitched a shutout.

Well, you must be very proud.

Did Eric ever do anything like this before?

Just disappear for a couple of days?

No and never would in season.

Tell me about the girlfriend.

- Ashley? - Yeah.

She's a couple of years older.

They've been dating a couple of months and she works in a diner.

It's going nowhere.

- Can I get you a lemonade, Mr. Shaw? - Sure. Thank you.

So, uh, this girlfriend...

Yeah. She's got his head all screwed up.

What do you mean, all screwed up?

I mean that before she came along,

baseball was his priority, his focus.

Now he seems more interested in running around with her

than he does in taking care of his business on the mound.

Maybe...

what he wants is not baseball.

Yeah, well, what he needs to understand

is how much we have put on the line for him.

All of the training, all of the private coaching,

all of the clinics.

Hell, this adds up.

Yeah, it sounds like you're pretty involved.

Yeah. Excellence comes from being pushed.

I know a little something about that, actually.

My old man drove me pretty hard.

Sounds like a good dad.

You know, sometimes I wish he would just be Dad,

you know, and not push so hard.

Maybe you pushed Eric a little too hard.

He maybe pushed back.

I noticed some bruises on your arm.

Yeah, we got into it pretty good the other night.

This time I lost my cool.

I pushed him up against the wall and he grabbed me.

He told me I could go to hell.

Maybe he had reason to leave.

Maybe, but I can swear to you

I never meant for it to go that far.

It's gotta be this girl, Ashley.

Maybe, maybe.

Would you mind if I poke around a little bit?

- Yeah. Go ahead. - Yeah.

Vitamins and instructional videos

and training tapes. It's... it's regular stuff.

A lot of money.

Looks like Oxy.

What? No.

No, there is no way that that's Eric's.

I don't know who that belongs to.

But that's not my son.

Drugs? No chance.

I run a clean program.

How long you been coaching Eric?

Since Little League. I couldn't wait to get him in high school.

The kid's a rare talent.

Makes me sick that he's missing.

That his catcher over there?

- Yeah, that's Hunter. - Do you mind if I talk to him?

Hunter, switch out.

Hunter, right?

Coach Perez told me you're Eric's catcher?

Yeah, he's my boy.

Great. You talked to him recently?

No, I texted him like 20 times.

He never got back to me. That's weird.

He left his phone behind at the field.

Tell me, was Eric having any arm issues,

maybe he didn't want anyone to know about?

No. He was firing on all cylinders.

Why are you asking about that?

I found some Oxy at his place.

I thought maybe you might know something about that.

Um, I'm... I'm not trying to get in this.

Whatever you tell me, is gonna stay between the two of us. All right?

I'm trying to help him out,

trying to make sure he's not in any trouble.

- It might be Ashley's. - His girlfriend?

Did she have a problem?

I think, yeah.

Any chance maybe she got Eric involved.

I guess. They were pretty tight,

but I don't know for sure.

Thanks.

- Billie, what you got? - Nothing on Ashley's phone.

Hey, you still got your guy, Bobby

- doing this kind of thing? - Oh. Now you need my guy to help you?

I figured since you're already getting 40%--

- No, it's 60% on my end. - Right.

- Bobby has his own rate. - Fine.

Are you gonna make me beg or can he find Ashley's location?

I will send it to you as soon as I get it.

Yo, what's Gucci?

Well, it's not really my job.

Yeah. You're working with Billie again.

I ain't gonna ask why, but hey, you do your thing.

- I'll do mine. - Velma told you.

You know it. Eric Dobbs. Missing baseball player.

Can you track his girlfriend's phone?

Ashley Wallace. I'm already into it.

- You got a location? - Nothing recent.

Went offline yesterday, but I was able to track

the location before it powered down.

- You send it to me? - On its way.

This where Ashley's cell last had a signal?

According to Bobby it is.

- Hmm. - Doesn't look like much going on here.

I know where they could've gone.

There's an old rail yard not far from here.

Some old train cars there.

At least there used to be back in high school,

when I'd go there to make out with guys.

Is the descriptive important?

Based on my experience,

this is where Eric and Ashley would've hung out.

Okay. Which one of these train cars is your favorite?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Come check this out.

That's a lot of blood.

What the hell happened here?

Somebody went this way.

I got a body.

It's Ashley.

She's got a pulse. It's faint, but she's got one. Call 911.

- Billie Matalon. - Penny.

It's Detective Bullard.

Right. Sorry.

What are you doing here?

Look, I don't want to make this awkward.

I'm just here for a job.

Right. I heard you're some sort of rewardist.

It sounds pretty sketchy, but then again, that's right up your alley, isn't it?

- And who are you? - I'm a rewardist.

This is Colter Shaw.

He's, um, assisting me.

Great. Two of you.

Ashley gonna make it?

I hope so. But she won't be talking to anyone soon.

How is it that you just happened to find her?

We're looking for Eric Dobbs.

Figured they might have run off together.

Eric Dobbs is missing?

His parents wanted to keep it on the down low.

I don't know what kind of scam you're running these days,

but I won't let you interfere with my case.

Okay.

I'm gonna take a step back and let you do your thing.

Good idea.

Okay.

I'm gonna do some more digging on Ashley.

I'mma stick around, see what I can find out.

If you're thinking of trying to charm Penny Bullard, think again.

I like a challenge.

Good luck with that.

Oh, and, by the way,

her nickname in high school, Pit Bull.

- I'm just saying. - Good to know.

She was in a relationship with Eric Dobbs.

Already on it, sir. Yes.

Detective Bullard.

I know we got off on the wrong foot.

I'm just trying to help Eric's family find him.

- They're awfully worried. - Lucky for you, it's now a police matter.

I'd appreciate it if you and Billy didn't interfere.

Especially since Eric is our main person of interest.

- You think he did this? - Most of the time

- it's the spouse or the boyfriend. - Awful lot of blood

to just have come from one person,

especially if they made it out of here alive.

And judging by the freshness of the blood and the cuts,

this only happened a few hours ago.

It could be Eric's blood, too.

Maybe she fought back, possibly wounded him. Now he flees.

We're putting an APB out for him.

Before you do that, do you mind if I show you what I found?

Yeah? All right.

So you see that right there?

Three sets of prints, right.

Over here on the wall,

take a look at this hand print. You see that? Look at the size of that.

That's small. Could belong to Ashley.

- Okay. - Okay.

So I think a third person came in here,

assaulted Ashley and Eric,

- and left her for dead. - Except she wasn't.

Except she wasn't. Right?

She made it over here, used the wall to get herself upright.

If you follow the blood trail, she's off this way.

She falls down here, picks herself up,

makes her way all the way to the ditch before she collapsed.

So then maybe Eric was taken by the third person.

That's what I'm thinking.

That's an interesting theory.

What is this?

I don't know.

Looks like a blood donation bag. Doesn't it?

Which would explain all of this blood, wouldn't it?

- You mind if I, uh, take a picture? - No. Go ahead.

I'm gonna have the lab run this and put a rush on it.

I need you to run some blood for me ASAP.

Bobby, I need you to track something down for me.

Yeah. I got the photo, but what is it?

It's a blood donation bag. Partial serial number.

All right. Give me a few beats.

Let me figure out what I can do.

I'll hit you back if I find something.

Appreciate you.

Oh, and Shane, we don't have to text every hour.

I'll update you whenever I have something.

But I... I gotta go.

I'll check in later.

Hey, Roger.

Billie Matalon.

I'd spot you a mile away with those eyes

and that figure, just like your mother.

So, what do you want?

You here to steal my wallet?

I want to know more about Ashley,

one of your waitresses.

Now, why would I give you any info

on one of my employees, huh?

I mean, you're not even asking nice.

Nice?

Are we really gonna do this?

What? You're a transactional girl.

Well, what exactly are you looking for?

Ow! Okay, okay, okay.

Was Ashley using drugs?

I don't know. I mean... Ow!

Okay. She had a problem with Oxy about a year ago,

after some car accident. When things got worse,

she was trying to find some fancy rehab place to go to.

- So did she go? - No, she didn't have enough money.

How much she need?

Ten grand. Argh!

See? It didn't have to be that hard.

Ow!

Sorry about the noise.

You all right?

Oh. Never better.

What'd you find out?

Ashley needed 10 grand for rehab.

How about you? Get anything?

Heard from Detective Bullard.

The lab results came back. Most of the blood found

in that train car was, in fact, Eric's.

There was no sign of Oxy,

but it was mixed with acid citrate dextrose.

It's an anticoagulant used in blood donation bags.

She gave you all that?

Yeah. Pit Bull finds me charming.

So Eric might still be alive.

Mmm. And he's not the one with the drug problem.

I think he was selling his blood

to pay for Ashley's rehab.

Isn't the going rate for plasma like 50 bucks a pop

at the donation center? How much could Eric have made?

Bobby, what do you got?

I tracked that serial number.

It was part of a shipment of blood donor bags.

But the weird thing is, the address isn't linked

to a hospital or any kind of business.

- Where is it? - Looks like it's a commercial building

that rents office space about 35 miles

southwest of town. I got the suite number.

- Can you sent it to me? - I did and done.

Thank you.

No one's here.

- This it? - According to Bobby.

- Locked. - Let me.

I'm faster and better.

Okay.

My mother taught me, actually--

Huh! How to pick locks?

And other stuff.

What is this place?

Some sort of back room blood bank.

Check this out.

- Whoa. - Mmm.

Look at this.

Blood bags.

Must be hundreds of them.

- What do you got? - Silica beads.

It's a desiccant.

Hmm.

What's in there?

Only one way to find out.

Here.

Thanks.

Ooh.

Oh.

- Colter. - Yeah.

Is that Eric?

It's not Eric.

"Randy H."

-"Age 17." - Close to Eric's age.

What do you think the numbers on the wristband mean?

I don't know.

- I'll send this to Bobby. - Yeah.

Get an ID?

Randy Hopper, teenage runaway from Lincoln, Nebraska.

- Any connection to Eric? - Not that I could find.

ME says the body's blood was drained.

Weird. Why put him in the crate like that?

Hide the body till it's shipped off for disposal?

Bobby, what do you got?

Okay, the numbers on the kid's wristband?

Those are blood serum electrolyte levels.

I'm not sure why.

Not even a hospital puts that on the wristband.

Huh. Could be some grey market biohacking setup.

Biohacking?

For performance, longevity.

- There's a lot of money in it. - Right, right.

Some anti-aging gurus believe

that transfusing young blood can actually reverse the clock.

Literally. They're like vampires.

That's what Eric was doing?

Well, maybe not for himself, maybe he got caught up in it.

Okay, this... This got super weird.

So, if Eric sold his blood to a bio hacker,

how much could he get for it?

Elite athlete like that? We're talking, like, thousands for a bag of blood.

- It's how he paid for Ashley's rehab. - Only something went wrong.

If he's still out there, he could be in bad shape.

And we don't even know who has him.

Bobby, you got a name associated

with that office space you sent us to?

It's registered to a rando LLC in Delaware.

I'll keep digging.

Okay. Let me know when you come up with something.

What do you got?

I'm getting texts from our employer. He...

He's been pinging me all day.

- College booster? - Yeah, Shane Niall.

He wants to meet for an update.

I've got to go talk to him.

No matter how much I pay my pool guy,

somehow I always end up taking care of it myself.

Do you really think that Eric was a part of this bio hacking stuff?

We believe he was selling his blood for money.

Well, who's buying it?

We don't know that yet, but they may still have Eric.

Why did he do this?

He needed the money to help his girlfriend.

Any update on her?

She's in a medically-induced coma, but doctors think she's gonna make it.

- Great to hear that. - Yeah.

Okay, well, I'm gonna keep looking for Eric.

Uh, about that.

I'm pulling the reward.

Southern Nebraska U is rescinding its scholarship offer to Eric.

Now that the police are involved,

they're worried about the negative publicity.

"Girlfriend of star recruit stabbed" isn't exactly the kind of headline

they want to be associated with.

So, you should discuss with the parents the next steps,

because at this point, I'm out.

You're making a mistake.

I really have no choice.

I do want to thank you for all your hard work though.

There's $10,000 in there.

The reward money is $50,000.

Just give me a little time to earn it.

- We can find-- - Sorry, Billie.

It's over.

I have to support the university.

It's as simple as that.

Thank you for your time.

This is all so unbelievable.

It's a lot to process, I can only imagine.

Did you see Eric talking to anyone that you didn't recognize recently?

No, no, no one I can think of.

I noticed Eric has a lot of nutritional supplements.

Protein powder in the garage. Is that stuff he purchased on his own?

No. His coach set all that up.

- He has him on a performance plan. - Coach Perez?

Do you think he had something to do with this?

I don't know.

Someone recruited him for this biohacking thing, right?

Someone who probably knew he needed money.

I wish he'd come to us.

After the things I said about Ashley,

yeah, I don't blame him.

This is my fault.

I'm gonna do everything I can to bring your son home.

Thank you.

- Billie, hey. - Hey. Bad news.

The job's been canceled.

Shane Niall pulled the reward money.

He said there was too much bad publicity.

Well, Eric's still out there, so we should keep looking.

Listen, I think his coach may be involved.

I tried calling him, he's not answering.

Well, you can keep looking.

You know I don't work for free.

Besides, the police will find Eric.

- So, what? You're just gonna leave? - Don't worry.

I'm gonna down them on the biohacking,

I'll hand over my files, but I am...

I'm done.

I just... I shouldn't have come back here.

It's time to move on.

I'll send you your share of the consolation prize.

Niall gave me $10,000 for my hard work.

You don't have to be a mercenary.

Mercenary?

That kid is still out there, he could be in trouble.

Like I said, you're free to keep looking.

My advice, hand it over to the police.

- You know I can't do that. - I knew you'd say that.

It's been fun. As always.

So that's it?

It's just business, Colter. You know that.

See you around.

Stupid.

Detective.

- What're you doing here? - Have you seen Coach Perez?

Not today. Why are you looking for him?

Well, Eric's parents said that Coach Perez gave him

most of his nutritional supplements.

Now, I don't know, I was just thinking,

biohacking, there's only a couple of rungs up that ladder.

I've known Coach Perez a long time.

I find it hard to believe, but I'll check it out.

Thank you.

Did Billie come by? Seen her?

No, why?

She said she'd come by and drop off some files.

She didn't.

Not a surprise.

Word of advice,

steer clear of her.

You seem like a nice guy, but trust me, she is just like her mother.

Hey, you've reached Billie Matalon.

Leave a message, I'll get back to you.

- What up, C? - I need your help.

I'm looking at Billie's computer.

She was trying to break into an encrypted file

of clients and investors associated with a company called Everlife Innovations.

It could be a biohacking company.

I'm gonna send you the file right now.

There.

You should have it.

Can you break in?

Let me dig into it.

Wait, can't you just ask her?

She's gone.

Don't tell me she ghosted you again.

I think something happened to her.

Hey. Hey. Are you okay?

Eric.

Eric, are you okay?

- Who are you? - I'm Billie. I was hired to find you.

- Where are we? - I don't know.

I heard them talking when they brought you here.

They're planning on moving us. This is really bad.

The people who work for Everlife, the anti-aging company?

Did they pay you for your blood?

Yeah. They told me they'd give me 10 grand for a few bags of it.

I needed the money to help Ashley.

So why are you here?

They said I needed to come in one more time.

Then they grabbed me in the field where I was practicing.

That's why your phone and all your stuff was still at the baseball field.

It was all normal at first.

They gave me something to make me calm and go to sleep, like always,

- but this time... - What happened?

I guess it wore off before I was done, I came to

and there was a kid next to me in a bed, but he was dead.

- So I ran. - To the train yard with Ashley.

Why didn't you go to the police?

I was scared.

What I did with selling the blood, that has to be illegal.

It's why I brought the blood bag with me.

I didn't want to lose my baseball scholarship.

I fought with them, but they put a bag over my head,

and threw me in the trunk and brought me here.

They killed Ashley.

Hey, Ashley's not dead.

- She's alive. - But how did she survive?

Because she's a fighter.

And we're gonna be fighters too, okay?

Come on.

I don't understand. Why haven't they killed us yet?

Because they still need your blood.

Someone like you is worth a lot of money to these people.

What about you?

I'm guessing they might need me for leverage.

Until they don't.

Hi. Sorry to bother you so late.

I'm Colter Shaw, I work with Billie.

Oh! Yes.

- Great, I know she was with you earlier. - She was.

I can't get ahold of her.

I was wondering if you'd know where she was or where she's headed.

Of course. Come on in.

Thanks.

This way.

So you're saying you can't find Billie?

No. She told me she was with you.

I know you pulled the reward.

Yeah. Yeah, I did. That was a tough call.

Big-time sports, right?

School had to move on, but I do hope they find him.

Yeah, anyways, Billie left a few hours ago.

I noticed security cameras out front, pretty fancy.

I was wondering if I could take a look at some footage.

I'm just trying to figure out when she left here exactly.

Yeah, no problem.

Uh, could we pull up some security footage for our friend here?

- Can I offer you something to drink? - I'm good.

Thank you.

Billie mention that Eric was selling his blood for money?

Mmm. Well, she did.

Mmm.

Some kind of biohacking scheme.

Yeah, I don't have any idea about that.

You got a lot of reading material on it, though, don't you?

Do I?

Hmm.

Tell me, because I'm curious, does it work?

Young blood really turn back the clock?

How about Eric's blood?

A young premier athlete like that, I'd imagine that does the trick, huh?

What are you trying to say?

You were the one buying Eric's blood, weren't you?

He goes missing, the school posts a reward.

You had every reason to get in the middle of that.

You don't know what you're talking about.

The constant updates from Billie.

You were trying to get to Eric, clean up your mess.

Then you got him back, you pulled the reward.

The question is, where is he now?

Where is he?

Get up.

Put the scissors down and no one has to get hurt.

Drop the gun.

I'll kill her.

Bad move.

Don't. Don't do it.

Are you okay?

- Yeah? - What is wrong with you?

- What is wrong with me? - Yeah.

How about just a nice "thank you"?

Thank you.

You could have killed me.

But I didn't. Come here. Let me look at your head.

Thank you.

No problem.

Okay. Come on, let's go.

Hey. Thanks for coming by.

- I wanted to give you something. - Oh.

I know it's not much, but it's what we can do right now.

It's plenty, thank you very much.

But, you know, I didn't do it on my own.

Billie Matalon helped me quite a bit.

I know your families have a history, and that's none of my business.

But your son wouldn't be here right now if not for her.

Did you hear anything from Southern Nebraska U?

They still want him.

- Still want him? - Mmm-hmm.

He'll sign his letter of intent tomorrow.

Thank you.

For bringing my son back.

I've made a lot of mistakes,

but I'm gonna do better.

Does that mean giving Ashley a fair shake?

Yeah.

Eric really cares about her.

That's enough for me.

Noticed the extra glove here.

- Mind if I throw a few? - Let's see it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

All right.

Show me what you got.

Whoo! All right.

Show me what you got.

There it is.

- A little rusty. - I don't know about that. I'm impressed.

You got an arm.

- You ever play? - I wanted to. Dad wouldn't let me.

That's a shame.

You've got a good kid here.

I do.

Take care of each other, all right?

Be good.

I owe you one.

Tell you what.

We'll call it even if you tell me

why you're not welcome here.

My, um...

My dad took off when I was little, so I never really knew him.

My mom took care of me and my sister alone,

and to make ends meet, she was...

a grifter.

Sometimes she used us to help

in diverting a store clerk while she was shoplifting.

She even had us shaking donation cans at Christmastime once.

But our big con...

was when she got a job at City Hall.

She was the bookkeeper.

Embezzled almost half a million from the treasury.

The town couldn't pay out salaries and pensions that year,

and people talk, the Matalon name was ruined.

You were a kid.

It wasn't your fault.

You would think that would have mattered.

I'm sorry.

It must have been hard.

My sister was already 20, so she left town.

And I was still a senior in high school,

sticking it out till graduation.

I'll never forget how cruel people were.

It didn't matter that the FBI said I was a victim, too.

They all still blamed me.

You didn't have to come back.

I know.

But I wanted to do something positive.

You know? Something lasting here.

You did.

You even got a thank you from the Pit Bull.

Funny.

I'm not being funny, I'm being serious. She sent me a text.

I've got it right here.

And she says, "Thank you.

"Please give Billie my thanks as well."

No kidding.

The thing is,

I was young,

but I knew what my mom was doing was wrong.

And I didn't stop her.

I loved and hated her at the same time.

I know that feeling.

Do you?

I do.

Well, there it is.

My dark family secret.

- I've got a few more. - I do, too.

What should we do about that?

Not talk about it.

Drink.

Sounds good to me.