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- That's not going to work.

I'm going to the stadium today. [dog barks]

Tailgating's at noon.

Honey, I did tell you.

Can't we just reschedule for next weekend?

All right, look, I just got here.

I'll be up in a second, OK?

[touchpad beeping]

[door buzzes]

[tense music]

♪

♪

♪

- [gasping]

[air hissing]

[monitor beeping]

- Albert, wake up.

Your damn machine's beeping again.

♪

[jazzy music]

♪

[siren wailing]

[phone rings]

- Sorry.

I thought I had it on me.

- That's OK.

Here.

- Good morning, Hana.

Did NYPD ask for our help?

OK.

Tell Isobel we're on it, and text me the address.

- You have to go?

- [sighs] Yeah.

Cop murdered in Brooklyn along with an unknown female victim.

- Dear God, this city is never gonna stop freaking me out.

- So sorry, Abby.

I know you came all the way up here for the weekend.

- That's because it was my turn.

That's how the whole long-distance thing works.

- I feel bad, though.

Now our Sunday is ruined.

- No, it's not. I love your sister.

She and I can still make a day of it.

Added bonus, I do not have to do the Hayden Planetarium now.

- Hey, that show rocks. - Ooh.

I know you love it.

It's-- you've taken me twice.

But I find this obsession both, like, nerdy and ridiculous,

but in a very charming way.

- I had plans, you know.

I was gonna let you sleep in.

- Mm-hmm.

- Breakfast in bed,

along with other things in bed.

- Are you coming back tonight?

- Hopefully, unless our bad guy flees the state.

- Well, let's just hope he doesn't,

because I will still be here.

My flight doesn't leave till 6:00 a.m. tomorrow.

- Hmm.

That is a raincheck I will take.

I really have to go. - Uh-huh.

I'm not stopping you.

- Maybe not intentionally.

- [chuckling]

- And I see this guy.

He's wearing this red tie.

And I take this picture.

- No signs of forced entry, so the killer either

let himself in or had a key.

- Who's the vic? - He's a detective.

His name's Al Kelly.

He's in that room down there.

But first, here's our female victim.

She has multiple stab wounds and defensive

wounds on her hand.

She really tried to fight this guy.

- Have we ID'd her yet?

- No.

No one's been able to find her phone or wallet.

CSU have taken prints; they're working on it.

A neighbor across the way heard screaming and called 911.

They weren't able to see anything because the window

shade was down.

- Maybe she's Al's daughter or sister.

- I think it's more a boyfriend-girlfriend thing.

- Then why is she sleeping in here?

- I have a theory on that.

Do you remember I told you about my old roommate Crosby

and how he used to snore a lot?

- No.

- Well, he did.

And Al had the same problem.

It's a CPAP machine.

Crosby used to hate wearing the mask.

I presume that his girlfriend got sick of the racket

and moved rooms to keep her sanity.

- Well, this is gruesome.

What do we know about Al Kelly?

- He was on the job for 25 years.

He got divorced in 2004.

He bought this apartment a year later.

- Wallet and phone are here but no gun or badge?

I've never known a cop who didn't keep those handy.

- Maybe the killer took them.

- Hey, guys.

One of the neighbors got a picture of a potential suspect.

He first saw him outside the building

when he was coming home from walking his dog.

10 minutes later, his wife heard a scream.

He ran outside and saw the same guy exiting the building.

Described him as a white male, mid-30s,

medium build in a suit and a red tie.

- Not the greatest photo in the world.

But send it to everyone and put a BOLO out.

- Yeah, I already did.

Brooklyn DA's outside and wants to talk to us.

- Ozempic Jake.

Looking good, kid.

- Is it Al Kelly?

- Yeah, stabbed to death.

You want to have a look? - No.

It's just-- damn it.

- What's the matter? You knew him?

- Yeah, he and his partner are the lead investigators

on the case I'm trying.

- What's the case?

- Double homicide.

Puerto Rican gang called Dos Siete.

There's three defendants.

I've already put two away.

But the third guy, Angel Zaharias, his trial

starts Monday.

Al Kelly was gonna be my first witness.

- You think this was a hit from the gang to silence him?

- I'm damn sure gonna find out.

Zaharias is at Rikers, and we've

been monitoring his calls.

But these pricks still have a way of communicating.

So I'm gonna go talk to him.

- Set it up with his counsel. - On it.

- Take Agent Chase with you.

- Remy, come on, man. You know I don't--

I don't need backup.

- She's not backup.

We're hunting a fugitive wanted for murder.

Plus, you love it at Rikers, right?

- Yeah, it's the best for speed dating.

- All right, just keep me posted.

- I parked up here. - All right.

- Get Al's partner down here.

I want to talk to him. - Uh, her.

Her name's Ann Whitley, and I already called her.

And she's on her way.

- We got a witness who saw a suspicious looking

white man knock down a lady and run into a subway.

- Was it this guy?

- Possibly.

Look, it's the L train.

So he's either heading west into the city

or east to Rockaway.

- All right, check it out.

Hana and I are going to wait here.

- All right.

- You feel like breakfast?

- After what we just saw?

Not really.

- I'm gonna see if I can find an onion bagel,

also known as a bialy.

Call me when the partner gets here.

- Why are you in such a good mood?

- Take a wild guess.

- Abby's in town.

- Boom. - [chuckles]

[horn honks]

[light organ music]

- The body of Christ, the bread of Heaven.

♪

- Blood of Christ, the cup of salvation.

- The body of Christ, the bread of Heaven.

♪

- Blood of Christ, the cup of salvation.

[tense music]

- How long were you partners?

- 15 years.

This is so awful.

- The DA told us about your gang case.

Do you think they could have done this?

- It's possible.

Angel Zaharias was low-level.

And his other two buddies were already convicted.

It's hard to imagine the gang would risk killing a cop

to save Angel's sorry ass.

Plus, this seems way too personal for a contract hit.

- What about the woman in the room?

- I don't know her.

But I assume--

- What?

- He had lots of girlfriends always coming and going.

He had a reputation as a horndog.

And, honestly, it was well-deserved.

None of the relationships ever ended well.

- Can you give us any names?

- No.

- Why not?

- Because we never talked about it.

Survival tactic on my part, I guess.

But I wouldn't be surprised if this is some kind

of jealous lover thing.

Oldest story in the book, right?

- We'll look into that.

But in the meantime, until we know who we're chasing,

I suggest you alter your patterns a little bit.

- Maybe find somewhere else to sleep.

- That's actually not a bad idea.

[tense music]

♪

- Let's not rule her out.

♪

[dishes clanking]

♪

- Hey, Mom.

- Well, look at you, all dressed up in a suit.

You look handsome.

- Happy birthday.

I didn't have time to get you a present or anything.

- Oh.

Don't worry about it.

You coming to brunch with us is all I need.

Al will be here to pick us up any minute.

- Al's not a great guy, Mother.

- What?

- Do you know if he has other girlfriends?

- [sighs] Of course he doesn't.

We've been together two years.

He loves me.

- I don't like the way he hurts you.

- Honey, I've told you.

That's over now.

- Let me see your arms.

- [scoffs] Why?

- Just let me see 'em.

- Gary, stop it.

I-- I don't know where this is coming from.

But if you have a problem with Al, then

maybe you shouldn't come with us.

Why are you trying to ruin my birthday?

[tense music]

♪

- Al isn't coming, Mother.

- Where did you get this?

What have you done?

- I love you, Mother.

I'm sorry.

♪

[gunshot]

- Nice to hear from you. - You too.

Love to the kids.

- Okay, talk soon.

- [sighs] That was Barnes.

She said she knew Al back in the day

and confirms he was a bit of a playboy

but doesn't know any of his current girlfriends.

- Worth a shot.

How's she doing out in D.C.? - Good.

She thinks she'll be back soon. Who are these from?

- Uh, Ethan.

He sends them whenever he goes away.

- What a show-off.

- I mean, you can take them and give 'em to Abby.

I don't mind.

- She's allergic to flowers, but she's got me.

Catch me up.

- So the tip line's open.

But with that crappy from-behind picture,

we're not getting much action.

Ray's still working with MTA.

Nina just got back from Rikers.

Zaharias denied the entire thing.

The DA is pissed.

The trial's off for tomorrow.

- So we got nothing?

- Well, the fingerprints for the female victim came back.

Her name is Rosie Cruz, 29 years old,

single with no family.

She works as a waitress at a restaurant in Queens.

She's very active on social media.

- Al was robbing the cradle.

How's a 54-year-old man supposed to keep

up with a girl like that?

- I don't know. Viagra?

- What's the restaurant?

It's called Ricardo's.

It's at 111 70th.

- All right.

Have Nina meet me there and keep digging

out Al and his lady friends.

If the gang didn't do this, that's our best lead right now.

- You're here about Rosie?

- That's right.

- Well, good luck, because we open for brunch in 30,

and she hasn't even bothered to show up.

- I don't think she'll be coming in today.

- Why, did she get arrested?

- Murdered at an apartment in Brooklyn this morning.

- Oh, my God.

- Does Dave know?

- Who's Dave?

- Her boyfriend.

He works here in the kitchen.

- Describe him for me.

- Annoying. Creepy.

Terrible at béchamel sauce.

- She means physically, wiseass.

- I don't know.

White, 30s maybe.

Medium build.

- He's here now.

- Take us to him.

- Dave, the FBI wants to talk to you.

Earth to Dave.

Did you hear me?

[tense music]

[dramatic music]

♪

horn honks] - Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hands on your head! - All right.

- Do you have a weapon on you? - No.

- Turn around. Turn around.

Don't move.

- Any of that blood belong to Rosie?

- What?

- Your girlfriend.

Did you see her today? - No, not yet.

But she's working the lunch shift.

So yeah, I'm gonna see her.

- How do you know Al Kelly?

Did Rosie tell you or you figured it out on your own?

- I don't know any Al Kelly.

What the hell is going on? - All right.

What were you doing earlier this morning?

- I was at the restaurant.

I started prep work at 6:00 a.m.

And there's cameras there to prove it.

- I don't know. Did something happen to Rosie?

'Cause if it did, I swear to God, I did not do it.

- Then why did you run?

- Because I have a warrant for a traffic ticket.

I thought you guys were here to pick me up.

And I can't go to jail.

My mom is sick.

- Do I look like a meter maid to you?

You really think the FBI would pick

you up on a traffic ticket?

- How would I know?

Please just tell me, did something happened to Rosie?

- Oh, damn it. [groans]

[tense music]

[distorted voices whispering]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

- Ethan's girlfriend, talk to me.

- Shut up. Where are you?

- Long Island City.

NYPD found a suspicious package at the 30th

Avenue Subway Station.

I'm on my way. - OK, change of plans.

A citizen just called the tip line

and reported a white male in a suit by the Astoria Park pool.

He's talking on his cell phone, holding a gun.

Very agitated. He could be suicidal.

- We think it's our guy?

- The caller described the red tie, which isn't on the NYPD

be-on-the-lookout photo.

So seems legit.

Remy and Nina are on their way.

- All right, copy that.

I'm close. I'll beat 'em there.

[tires squealing]

- North side of the pool is clear, over.

- Unit 8, confirm that the FBI is on scene.

We need to know if they've got anyone

undercover out there.

- FBI on your frequency, all right?

We're in plain clothes.

We got vests on. - Copy that.

♪

- He's not here.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Look, I've looped the pool twice.

Police have talked to all these people.

I think it's a false alarm.

- I don't know.

The caller seemed pretty specific about the red tie.

So maybe he got spooked when PD showed up and left.

- Or he was never here.

[phone rings]

- What's up, Hana?

- I checked the number that the tip came in on,

and the phone's registered to a woman named Nicole Vial.

- I thought the caller was a male.

- It was.

I called the number back, and I pinged the location

to an alley in Williamsburg.

PD just found it in a dumpster.

- So someone stole it.

- Yeah, our fugitive.

How else would he know to mention the red tie?

- This guy is playing us.

He drew us out here to throw us off his trail.

- Well, all we know is he was in Williamsburg 30 minutes ago.

- Yeah, but where is he now?

♪

- Have you seen this man? - Uh-uh.

- Please call 911 if you do, all right?

Thank you. - Yeah, sure.

- Please call 911 if you see this man.

Thank you.

If you see this man, please call 911, OK?

- Yeah, you got it, sir. - Thank you.

- Hey, get the--ahh!

Stop! Help!

Somebody help me! [tires squealing]

Help.

- Ma'am! You OK?

What happened? - He took my car.

- Who did?

Right there. He's right there!

- Hey!

Freeze!

NYPD.

Hands in the air!

[gunshots]

- [screams]

[tires squealing]

- It was a cheap-looking suit with a red tie.

He just yanked me out and hit me in the head and took my car.

- Was he armed? - Handgun.

He fired half a dozen shots at me when he stopped.

- What do you mean, stopped?

- Boo-boo was in the back seat.

He let her out before he took off again.

- Well, this guy's a piece of work.

He kills two people and then stops to save a dog?

No offense, but--

- I see two cameras there and there.

Check 'em to see if we can get an image on this guy's face.

Put a BOLO on that Porsche Cayenne.

- Got it. [phone rings]

- Front desk. How can I help?

- Remy, I read through Al Kelly's personnel file.

It was clean.

But his name popped up on a criminal court database.

Now, the docket online had been deleted,

so I went downtown to read it in the court.

- What do you got?

- An order of protection had been

placed against Al by a woman named Marianne Muscar.

She claimed he had been beating her.

Now, the court set a hearing in motion to show cause.

- Why wasn't that in Al's files?

PD usually takes your weapon if there's allegations

of domestic violence.

- Because, a week later, before the hearing,

Marianne changed her mind.

The judge said that she vacated the filing

at Marianne's request.

- She may have changed her mind,

but that's still some decent motive.

- Exactly.

Now, I haven't been able to find any employment history.

But her last-known is Bed-Stuy.

We should go see her. - 100%.

Ray, will meet you there. - Yep.

Marianne Muscar, it's the FBI.

We need to talk to you, please.

Marianne.

[tense music]

All right.

♪

What the hell is that?

- Shirt sleeves.

♪

Clear.

- Look, whoever's in there, I need you to step out

with your hands in the air.

♪

- That's Al Kelly's badge.

[camera clicks]

I presume this is also his house key.

- Yeah, our fugitive did this.

Call ERT. Get a coroner down here.

♪

[light piano music]

♪

♪

[distorted voices whispering]

[tense music]

♪

[light piano music]

♪

[tense music]

♪

- Do we have an ETA on Remy? - 10 minutes.

Any updates?

- Coroner estimates the time of death

was 11:00 a.m. this morning.

- On her birthday. - Today is her birthday?

- Yeah, hell of a birthday gift.

What about the bruises on her arms?

- Coroner thinks they're at least a week old.

- Probably from Al Kelly.

If only she'd kept that order of protection.

- Guys.

Look, nobody's seen a black Cayenne.

But I found this in the trash out back.

- Good God. - Yeah.

Hopefully this guy's in CODIS.

This is a DNA gold mine.

- Guys, we can forget about Al Kelly and any jealous exes.

It looks like we're looking for the victim's son.

- Marianne has a son?

- Gary Muscar.

- There the gray suit and a red tie.

- Exactly.

35 years old, medium build.

He works for Omniscient Casualty in Brooklyn.

- Okay, does he have any priors?

- No, but he has a limited-carry license

for a handgun and a rifle.

He lives with his wife Darcy in Greenpoint.

- All right, I'll call Remy, tell him to divert and meet us.

[tense music]

♪

- [knocking]

Gary Muscar?

FBI, open up.

♪

- Clear.

We're clear.

♪

- I've got a laptop here.

- In here.

- Damn.

She's what, seven, eight months' pregnant?

There it is.

We got gray suits, red ties.

Looks like he pressed them before he hung them back up.

- Remy.

- "The thoughts won't go away.

"And no one cares.

"Al got what he deserved.

"Darcy will understand.

"I can't have my genes passed down to our son.

"I'm sorry most about my mother.

"I don't want her to live with the shame

for what I'm about to do."

♪

- No, I appreciate it.

Every little bit helps.

Yeah, you too.

Thanks.

I just spoke to the rector at St. Baldwin's

Episcopal in Bushwick.

She says Gary's a longtime member.

- He helped dispense communion this morning

at their 9:00 a.m. service.

- 9:00?

That's after the first murder.

- Apparently he was acting completely normal,

and no one suspected a thing.

Anything on his laptop yet?

- I'm working on it. - What about his college?

- He didn't go.

But look, I spoke to his high school guidance counselor.

She said that Gary's from Texas, that he

knows his way around a gun.

He moved out here after his parents got divorced.

And he's smart, like genius-level IQ.

He got accepted into every school he applied to

but couldn't afford the tuition so he went straight to work.

At a ten-year reunion, he was bragging to everybody that he

was the first person to get hired at Omniscient Casualty

without a college degree.

- Well, he doesn't work at Omniscient anymore.

I just spoke to his boss and he was fired three weeks ago.

- What for?

- He threatened their biggest clients.

He came up with this out-of-the-box policy that

was possibly even illegal.

And when the client said that they didn't want it,

he told them that they were even dumber than his bosses

and that he was going to make them pay,

just like everyone else who thought that they

were smarter than him.

- Guy's got a superiority complex.

- On top of obvious mental issues.

He's a tortured genius, just like Schumann.

- Who?

- Schumann was a brilliant musician

who famously went insane.

The piece that Gary was listening to

was the last thing that Schumann wrote before they

carted him off to the asylum.

- I mean, he is cuckoo crazy.

I'll give you that.

But this morning feels very well-planned.

- You're right.

First, he kills his wife, unborn son,

Rosie, Al,

then his mom.

They were all found in bed.

His mother was the only one that was posed.

The fact that it's her birthday also feels oddly specific.

- Yeah, mommy issues.

Maybe that's what triggered him.

- He also had the presence of mind

to swat us to a fake location.

He was on the subway all day, then the carjacking happens.

What the hell is his next move?

- Possibly going after the clients that

said no or even the bosses?

- Check this out.

Gary created a fake account two weeks ago,

all videos of the climate change

protests at Ridgewell College in Brooklyn.

And he flames everyone.

- "Dumb bitch.

"You want to change the world, but you're worried

about your meal plan."

- "Entitled dilettantes should be studying

and not wasting my time."

- Gary didn't go to Ridgewell, but he obviously

has issue with these kids.

- Call Ridgewell.

See if they hired any new employees

in the last few weeks.

♪

[together] Climate change is not a lie.

Do not let our planet die.

Climate change is not a lie.

Do not let our planet die.

Climate change is not a lie.

Do not let our planet die.

Climate change is not a lie.

[tense music]

♪

- Hey, new guy, they closed the cafeteria.

We're not serving dinner tonight.

- Why?

- Oh, it's 'cause of the protests.

I guess they're trying to punish us.

- Are you one of them?

- Hell yeah, I am.

- What are you protesting?

- Climate change.

We want the university to divest their endowment

holdings in big oil.

- It's a college, not a university.

Are you aware that the fossil fuel

industry funds over 80% of the research

here in science and engineering?

- Yeah, I mean, we don't like that either.

We want to shut that blood money down.

- So what-- the professors, student, staff,

they're just out of luck?

- They can go somewhere else.

- Look, I don't like climate change, either.

But instead of trashing the quad

and making everybody miserable, why don't you go to class

and earn a degree and get a real job

so you effect real change?

- Yeah, that's, uh, that's a good idea, man.

But I don't know.

Right now, this is a lot more fun.

- That's school property.

- What are you gonna do, turn us into the ice police?

- Take the win and go home.

I'm sure some goons from admin will be

here at some point to lock up.

Later.

- Later.

[tense music]

- Later.

♪

[device beeps]

♪

- Agents Scott and Cannon, we need to clear this quad.

- We wish.

- Standing orders from the president

is monitor and observe.

Let the kids exercise their First Amendment rights.

- We're not here for the protests.

We're looking for an armed fugitive.

My team is spreading out, and PD is on their way.

- His name is Gary Muscar.

Works in food services.

Have you seen him? - No.

- Nothing came over the radio.

- Is there a dining hall near here, anywhere he might work?

- Over there.

But it's closed today.

President's orders.

- Remy, I've got the black Cayenne

in the back parking lot.

- I see it too.

- We need to clear that building.

- All right. Look, he's here.

We got to clear the campus. - I don't know.

They've been here over a week.

I don't think they'll move.

[tense music]

- Hey! - All right, listen up.

We need to clear this encampment.

And you all need to disperse right now.

- Hey, look, pigs. - Pigs.

- Nice try, poser.

You get that vest at a costume store?

- We have a credible threat of a possible shooter on campus.

None of you are safe.

Do you understand that?

- Screw you, buddy.

- Who brought the bacon?

- Hey! Hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

You all want to go to jail for assaulting an officer?

- Ooh! - What are you going to do?

You gonna shoot me?

[laughter]

- All right, everybody calm down and get

the hell out of here now.

- Hell no, we won't go!

[together] Hell no, we won't go.

Hell no, we won't go!

[firecrackers booming]

- Move! Go, go, go!

- Go, go! Move, move, get out of here!

Go! Move, move, move!

[all screaming]

- Go, go, go, go!

[tense music]

♪

- It's just firecrackers.

[loud explosion]

[all screaming]

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]

♪

- And then we need bomb squad and SWAT down here.

- You guys need help in there? - No.

Keep searching.

He's got to be around here someplace.

- All the other trash cans are clear.

- I'll-- I'll get her.

You take him, all right?

- I got you. I got you. Come on.

All right. You ready?

- Here we go. Come on. Come on.

♪

♪

[gunshot]

- Shots fired.

We got one down.

- Where are you?

- East side of the cafeteria building.

- Can you see the shooter?

[gunshot] - Negative.

♪

- Stay where you are! Don't move!

- Stay down!

[sirens wailing]

[gunshots]

- Ahh! Ahh!

- Hey, get back in the tent. - Get behind that tree!

- Move!

[gunshot]

- Take cover.

- Down, down, down, down, down!

[gunshot] - Ahh!

- He's up there.

- He's on top of the admin building.

- Should we come to you?

- No, you should wait.

- Don't move.

He's moving back and forth.

He's making his move.

Now or never.

♪

[gunshots]

[gun clicking]

♪

FBI!

Hands in the air!

- Get back. Get away from me.

- We're not going anywhere.

Is there another bomb, Gary?

Is there another bomb? - No.

I had a plan.

There was no-- there's no more bombs.

- All right, I believe you.

Put the gun down.

- Just shoot me! Get it over with!

- We're not doing that, and neither are you.

Come on, Gary.

You don't want to die today, son.

- Yes, I do.

I'm a horrible person.

I've done horrible things.

- All right.

So tell us about the voices, the ones that won't go away.

- No, they're not--

they're not voices.

- Then what are they?

- They're just-- they're just thoughts.

They keep happening in my head.

I can't make them stop.

- If you're sick, we can get you some help.

- No, I don't want help.

Why does everybody think they know

the answers better than me?

- I know you're smart, Gary.

Of course you know all the answers.

Why don't you tell us what they are?

[sirens wailing]

- No, I-- I can't.

- Yes, you can.

Maybe saying them out loud will help us understand.

Come on, son.

Let us in.

- He did the same thing to my mother that Al Kelly did.

- Who did?

- My father.

He'd beat her and then have sex with her

and then beat her up again.

And it never stopped.

She never even left him.

He left her because he-- he said she was weak.

- That repulsed you.

- No.

I-- I wanted to do the same thing.

I wanted to have sex with my mother

and then beat her up and then have sex with her again.

I couldn't stop it, even with my wife.

I couldn't-- I couldn't stop thinking about it.

- But you didn't, Gary. Right?

You didn't.

- I'm sorry.

I'm disgusting.

- They're just thoughts.

You never acted on them.

- I'm so sorry.

[gun clicks]

- Drop your weapon!

Drop it!

Turn around!

Put your hands in the air.

- [sobbing]

[grunts] - Hey!

♪

- You good?

- Getting too old for this crap.

[jazzy music]

♪

- I was checking the news on my phone all day.

We were really worried about you.

The guy really killed his mother?

- He did.

I'd rather hear about your day, though.

- Well, we started in Chinatown.

I brought her to Dad's favorite place.

- Royal Dragon is still there?

- Yeah, so are Mr. Zhang and his wife.

They said to say hello.

- It was amazing, actually.

We ordered Peking duck.

And then Claire went across the street

to this little cute wine shop, and she got us Prosecco.

- That was just to get your mind right so you

would agree to two museums.

- Which ones?

- The Noguchi and the Cloisters.

- Also amazing.

Oh, and I, uh--

I got you something.

- Sausage from the Cloisters.

- Mm-hmm. - Arthur Avenue.

We hit the market on the way home, which

is where that wine came from.

Slide that over.

- Sorry.

So are you gonna tell him the big news or--

- What big news?

- Uh--

your sister is moving to Paris.

- Temporarily.

I was offered a job running a small gallery in the Marais.

I've always wanted to live in Paris.

And I'm not getting any younger, so I figured, why not?

- How cool is that?

- It's only for six months.

And Mom has great caregivers.

She'll be fine.

- I think it's great.

I know that was a--

a dream of yours for a long time.

Just my-- my head is ringing, and my jaw is killing me.

- Do you want more Advil?

- I already took some.

- Well, maybe you should lie down.

- Yeah.

I think I will.

I feel like I'm falling apart.

- Ah, no, Remy.

You just got bashed in the face by a psycho.

You're not falling apart.

You're just human.

- [groans]

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

I'm fine.

- You want your wine?

- No.

- Well, now I definitely know you're not OK.

[chuckles]

- Please, don't make me laugh right now.

It hurts so much.

- Oh, sorry.

Mm.

- I just want to lie here.

- OK.

[gentle music]

♪

[wolf howls]