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Whoa!

Anybody in there?

Whoa, watch out! It's gonna blow.

Get back, get back!

- Dory? - Yeah.

I haven't heard that name in a while.

We've been playing phone tag.

You need to get that?

Nah, it can wait.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

More of a conversation I don't care to have right now,

to be honest with you.

Do you remember this place?

Yeah, of course. How could I forget?

I'm surprised you remember this place

after those Mai Tais. They were like 10 Mai Tais?

- It wasn't 10! - I don't know what it was.

I stopped counting after five.

I needed the extra courage for the karaoke.

Oh, yeah, the karaoke!

Your rendition of "Total Eclipse of the Heart"

was absolutely unforgettable!

How many of those would it take

to get you on the stage?

Oh, that number doesn't exist.

No, that will never happen.

So what's this really about?

You were passing through town.

- I pass through town all the time. - Yeah.

And this place...

The last time we were here...

Was the night Gina vanished.

Yeah.

Do you ever wish you could go back,

and remember what it felt like between us?

Before that?

Everything changed after that night.

Yeah.

I, um...

I think I need to move on.

This thing with my sister,

it's like this...

big weight pressing down on me.

Everything I do,

I don't go one day, or one hour,

even without feeling it.

It's just not what Gina would've wanted.

I want you to know I have not stopped looking.

No, no. Colter...

I need to say it.

Gina's gone.

And whatever we had, I'm pretty sure that's gone, too.

I know you feel it.

It's just that I can't keep hoping.

I want to stop looking.

No more check-ins.

- Okay. - Because I can't see you without seeing her.

And I know it didn't start off that way.

- I get it. - But...

Do you really?

I said okay, I said, I get it.

I, uh...

You know,

I don't know what more you want me to say.

I did ask someone to look into Gina's disappearance.

- An ex-cop. - Ugh.

Maybe...

Maybe he sees something that I couldn't.

Maybe there's nothing else to see.

We have to live with that.

You did everything you could have.

It's just...

time to move on.

Dory again?

Mmm. It's work.

- Should you take that? - Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Velma.

Hey, Colter. Sorry to bother you.

No, it's okay. Never a bother.

Well, a job just came in. Another referral.

A graphic designer in San Francisco

is looking for her brother. 15K reward.

Okay.

There is a catch with this one.

Well, there always is.

Her brother isn't missing.

He's dead.

Alicia, we can do this later.

- if now's not a good time. - No.

There is no good time

sitting there day after day, waiting.

But sometimes she comes back,

and she's there for a moment and then she's gone.

Cancer?

Pancreatic.

I'm not sure how to do this.

Your brother Lucas

died in a car crash nine months ago, right?

Yes.

Well, that's what I thought.

He rolled a stop sign,

gas truck hit him, car exploded.

By the time the fire department arrived,

there wasn't much left.

And it was just one of those freak things

is what they told me.

What makes you think your brother is still alive?

Two days ago, I was here with my mom,

and I had to step out for a meeting.

I was only gone for two hours.

But when I came back,

my mom told me... she'd seen Lucas.

I know what you're gonna say.

It was the morphine,

and she was seeing things. But it's not that.

She told me that Lucas came to say goodbye.

He told her he loved her,

and left this.

I'm gonna need more context, um...

Whenever we were sad or hurt or down as kids,

my mother would take us to the corner store,

and buy us a peanut butter cup to share.

She'd tell us how it was

the strongest medicine in the world.

Sometimes, people see what they want to see.

Yeah. My mother was lucid.

She was sure she saw him.

Anyone else see him?

Yeah, a nurse said it was some guy

with a baseball cap pulled over his face.

She didn't get a good look at him,

but that there was someone here

who just signed the guest registry.

Lou Reed,

my mom's favorite musician.

Look,

here's an old birthday card. It's the same handwriting.

It is similar.

Is there any reason why someone would want you

to think your brother was still alive?

Or maybe, uh,

take advantage of your mother?

No, not that I can think of.

We were just a boring family.

My brother was an average guy

working in a computer repair shop,

saving up for grad school.

I mean, it's not impossible

he didn't die in that accident, right?

They identified the body.

Yes,

but there wasn't much left after they put out the fire.

I know it doesn't make any sense,

but my gut says there's something here,

and I have the money to pay you.

I'll look into it.

Thank you.

Looking for ghosts now, are we?

Maybe.

She lost her brother, she's about ready to lose her mother.

People grieve in different ways.

So what are we looking for exactly?

All I know is somebody visited the hospital.

And she immediately jumps to dead brother?

Signed in under a fake name.

I took a look at the handwriting. It is similar.

We've had less to go on, right?

You're telling me?

Just wanna give her some answers,

even if it's not what she wants to hear.

Okay, so,

was there any video footage

from the security cameras at the hospital?

No, there's no footage of this visitor coming or going,

and there's no cameras at the nurse's station.

And we're sure someone was there?

Just look into it, will you? See what Lucas was into?

Maybe there's some answers there.

Or maybe he's just dead.

Maybe.

His sister said he was coming from work

at the time of the accident.

Yeah, I'm looking into it now.

The place is called Big Byte Computer Repair.

Hmm.

That's sus.

You know something about computer repair stores that look like a front?

A little bit.

It looks like the place was broken into two days ago.

At the same time Lucas supposedly visited the hospital.

I'll look into it.

Good luck, Ghostbuster.

I'll just keep snooping on my end.

Are you with the alarm company?

- No. - Bummer.

I've been waiting all day.

Sorry, we're not taking any more repairs today.

I'm here about Lucas Jones.

What about him?

He's... dead.

Nine months ago.

His sister's not so sure about that.

Judging by the look on your face,

neither are you.

- Am I wrong? - It's, uh...

weird.

What's weird?

Do you play World of Warcraft?

No.

- It's an MMORPG that basically-- - I know what that is.

What does that have to do with Lucas?

A few months ago,

this player popped up online, and they were really good.

We started chatting, and the more we interacted,

the more I had this uncanny feeling it was Lucas.

And I should know.

That game was kind of our thing.

- You two dated? - Yeah.

Casual, and then, not so casual.

And then he...

the accident.

The player from the game, did you ask if it was him?

No, 'cause that would be lame.

Like, "Hey, super random,

but any chance you're my dead boyfriend?"

Hell, no.

Got it.

Can you tell me about the break-in?

Did you see who it was?

Nope. The cameras went down

right before they smashed the glass.

- What was taken? - Nothing we could see.

- They definitely weren't here for the furniture. - Right.

Maybe it was something else.

Where was Lucas' workstation?

There.

Now it's creepy Gary's.

Do you mind if I...

Go ahead.

Looks like something was taped down up there.

Any idea what that might be?

No.

Could Lucas have turned off the security cameras?

Yeah, but...

You don't think...

You think it was him who broke in?

I think whoever it was,

was definitely hiding something here.

What about that? Was that there two days ago?

Yeah. Why?

Hmm.

Pinhole camera. You didn't know about it?

Gary kept accusing people of stealing snacks.

I didn't realize he went full surveillance state narc.

I'm assuming you have a card reader.

Is that him?

Yeah. That's him.

That's Lucas.

He's alive!

Did you get that pinhole camera footage I sent you?

Yeah, man. Dead man walking!

What did you find?

Well, something a little weird happened before he died...

or didn't.

He called this woman's number a crazy amount of times

a week before his accident.

What's her name?

Stephanie Hollis.

Lucas and her went to school together.

She was actually a pretty well-known YouTuber.

- Did you say "was?" - Yeah.

She was killed five days before his accident.

Robbery gone wrong.

That's a strange coincidence.

And after she died,

he erased all traces of her from his cell phone.

No socials, e-mails...

He wiped her from the whole system.

So Stephanie is found dead,

and then, five days later, Lucas fakes his own death.

There's definitely a connection.

I wonder what they got into.

Well, from what I'm seeing, Lucas doesn't seem suspicious.

Yeah. I'll check the accident report.

The police will start there.

Detective Goodman.

- Are you Colter Shaw? - Thanks for meeting with me.

You've got five minutes.

I'm on my way to an arraignment.

- What's this about? - Lucas Jones.

You're the detective that investigated the car crash

that supposedly killed him, right?

- "Supposedly?" - He's alive.

What are you talking about?

That's impossible. We ID'd the remains.

This is a footage

of him breaking into the computer repair shop

that he used to work at, and it was taken two days ago.

It's grainy.

But it's him.

I'd like to see that.

How about a deal?

A bystander recorded the car crash, right?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Well, you show me that,

and I'll show you this.

Okay, deal.

There you have it.

Nobody could've survived this.

Hold on a second, rewind.

Stop right there. This guy...

Look how calm he is.

Walking away from the scene.

Everyone else is walking towards it.

All that commotion around him, he's not reacting to anything.

So what are you saying?

I think he knew the crash was gonna happen.

I think Lucas staged it,

and I think

this guy helped him.

Lucas was no Bond villain.

Even if he survived the crash,

there's no way he would've survived the fire.

And what if he wasn't in the car?

We found human remains.

The coroner matched dental records.

Yeah, I'm telling you, this guy knows something.

It's a good place to start.

That's one hell of a story, Mr. Shaw.

Why don't you watch this?

And then we'll talk.

I will.

- Let me know if you find anything else. - Will do.

Thank you, Detective.

Were you able to ID the guy from the accident footage?

There are no matches

on the facial recognition software.

Scrubbed it front to back.

So a dead end.

Colter, come on. It's me.

I was able to follow him to his car

using cameras in the area.

Lots of neighbors with security.

License plate.

Ding, ding, ding.

Registered to his business.

He's the owner of a third-generation bodega

in Chinatown with his wife.

Any address?

Hello?

Hello?

Who the hell are you?

I'm Colter Shaw.

I'm not a threat.

ID.

Back pocket?

I'm not here to hurt you.

I was hired to find Lucas Jones.

That's your husband out there?

It looks like you, uh,

help people create new identities, right?

If someone's in trouble, they come to you.

You give them a fresh start.

Did you help Lucas?

He's back.

He paid a visit to his dying mother.

He's been communicating with his ex-girlfriend online.

I'm guessing this isn't ideal behavior for any of your clients.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

You disappear people, right? That's your business?

I find people.

We're two sides of the same coin.

I can help you find who did that.

You think the people who shot my husband...

were looking for Lucas?

Have you had any other breaches?

No.

It could be a coincidence.

I just find in my line of work

those come few and far between.

I'm Barbie.

I'm so sorry.

He was a good man.

Someone probably...

heard the gunshot that killed him.

Police are probably on their way. I'm sure you have information here

- that you don't want compromised. - One minute.

I'm going to kill the people who did this.

Are you sure about this?

My husband and I discussed this.

You must burn down the old life in order to start a new one.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Grab your bag. Let's go.

Thank you.

You want to talk about your husband?

I grew up in this business. It's all I ever knew.

But Philip...

I roped him into it.

So, what's next?

Start over. Something I'm good at.

And how does it work exactly? You, uh...

You fake someone's death,

and give them a new identity?

It's not always death.

There are different package options.

Sometimes the disappearance is enough.

Others want more certainty.

And the bodies?

The human remains found in Lucas' car after the accident?

Do you have a coroner on payroll?

Trade secret.

Are there others in your network?

Helping to cover the tracks?

Is there a point to this line of questioning?

Maybe.

How did Lucas know where to find you?

When people come to us, they are out of choices.

When you're desperate enough, you know where to look.

And you've never had anybody come back like this?

I pre-screen our clients.

I know who's gonna break under pressure.

And you didn't think Lucas would?

No.

He was scared. It was life or death.

He was working with a... a woman, Stephanie Hollis, who died in a robbery.

Did you disappear her, too?

No, never heard of her.

Maybe...

Maybe Lucas found something,

something he thought other people should know about.

Shared it with Stephanie because she has an audience.

Stephanie gets silenced. Lucas figures...

he's next.

Did he tell you what he was running from?

No, we make it a point not to ask. Just offer a service.

But he knew the rules,

the risks of resurfacing.

My husband's blood is on Lucas' hands.

I'm gonna help you find out who's responsible for killing your husband.

I'm very good at what I do.

But I need you to trust me.

As long as you understand what I'm gonna do when I find them.

We'll deal with that later.

Right now, we have to move quickly.

What was Lucas' new alias?

Isaac Newton.

Are you serious?

Makes it impossible to google him.

Smart.

And there's no way your husband gives up that name?

He would never break.

No matter what they did to him.

That's why they had to kill him.

Give me one second.

Bobby, what do you got?

Well, I looked into Stephanie's YouTube account.

Found some video of her teasing some big political scandal.

She was killed before she could post it.

She also mentioned some secret source.

But she doesn't mention who.

That's got to be Lucas.

So, maybe... maybe he found something

on a laptop he was repairing, shared it with her?

Yeah, I thought that, too, but cross-referenced his appointment logs,

and I don't see anybody in politics on the books.

I don't think anyone would bring their laptop in

if they knew there was incriminating evidence on it.

It was probably a... a family member? Maybe an employee?

Okay, I'm looking into it.

Oh, wow. Good call, Colter.

Yeah. I got a credit card receipt here.

Lucas restored the crashed hard drive

- for the personal assistant of Tim Crosby. - Who's that?

Uh, some bigwig real estate developer.

Uh, rumor has it he's running for mayor, so...

Sounds like he fits the bill.

Sure does.

All right. So,

an assistant brings their boss' crashed hard drive

in for service. Doesn't know what's on it.

Lucas finds it,

shares it with Stephanie because Stephanie's into politics.

She decides to break it. Pokes the bear.

Lucas' digital trail is pretty easy to follow,

so he would have known he was next.

Yeah.

And Crosby didn't kill Stephanie on his own. He had help.

Maybe Lucas made a copy of what he found,

put it on a flash drive back at the repair shop,

trying to barter his way out of this.

- Risky. - He's desperate. Do me a favor.

Run an alias for me, will you?

- Okay, hit me with it. - Isaac Newton.

Ungoogleable. That's smart.

But also pretty noticeable

in a hotel reservation. So,

I'm gonna see if he's checked in anywhere.

Here we go.

An Isaac Newton checked into a Ridgewood Palace on Wednesday.

- Room number is 126. - Nice work, Bobby.

What's the plan?

Uh, [sighs] working on it.

Keep you posted.

I think I figured out a way for you to get your retribution.

Detective, thank you for coming.

- Are you sure about this? - It's him.

Checked in under his alias. The guy at the front desk says he's still upstairs.

Come on.

Why go to all this trouble to disappear?

You got any leads on who he's running from?

I don't know.

All I know is he needed police protection. Come on.

It's Lucas.

He's dead.

- You went through his pockets. You find anything? - No. Empty.

Not even a wallet.

Looks like they robbed him before they killed him.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Shaw.

Police can take it from here.

- We'll get some justice for the family. - Justice would be nice.

Yeah.

- Hello? - It's me.

Lucas is dead.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

I checked the body myself.

This your guys?

I haven't heard from anyone, but they were on his trail.

Because if it was someone else--

Sit tight. Let me make some calls.

Jives. I'll meet you in half an hour.

- Did you get all that? - Sure did.

How'd you know the detective was dirty?

When someone beat me to the bodega,

I figured whoever it was,

we were following the same clue trail.

The detective and I had the same lead.

- And then when we found out that Crosby was involved... - Does seem like the type

of guy to have a cop in his pocket.

- It was a hunch. - Now we got the proof.

Did you see what was on Lucas' flash drive?

I thought it was just a sex tape,

but... that turned quick.

Yeah, some things you can't unsee.

Ah.

Drugs are wearing off.

Ah. I think. Yeah.

Mmm-hmm.

My husband is dead because of you.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, I...

I never meant for any of that to happen.

I should kill you.

It wasn't my guys.

- Someone else killed Lucas. - Who else wanted him dead?

Don't know. Don't care.

As far as I'm concerned, problem solved.

And what problem would that be, Mr. Crosby?

Shaw.

So, what's the arrangement between you two?

You pay her? She covers up your crimes?

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

Oh, I've seen some very interesting footage

on you. Now, I wouldn't want to describe it.

But I can understand why you killed to keep it hidden.

Mr. Crosby is developing a housing project in the area.

- We were meeting to discuss permitting. - Are you sure?

You weren't just discussing all the bodies you left in your wake?

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

Here, I'll show you.

Stop. Police.

Hand off your weapon!

What, are you gonna shoot me now?

Get on the ground!

Lot of witnesses here, Detective.

I'm reaching with my off hand.

Drop your weapon.

I don't have a weapon.

This is better than a weapon.

This, here, is the reason you killed all those people.

Stephanie Hollis, Philip Lee, Lucas Jones.

We had nothing to do with Lucas Jones!

But the other two,

you had your hand in that, didn't you?

FBI. Drop your weapon.

Don't move. Hands in the air.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford a lawyer,

one will be provided for you.

I guess we got that justice after all, didn't we?

You had to see it for yourself.

That's not gonna bring back my husband.

But it does feel good.

Thank you.

If you ever want a job disappearing people,

I've got one for you.

I think I'll stick to finding them.

♪ Vicious ♪

♪ You hit me with a flower ♪

♪ You do it every hour ♪

♪ Oh, baby you're so vicious ♪

♪ Vicious ♪

♪ You want me to hit you with a stick ♪

♪ But all I've got's... ♪

- He looks pretty good for a dead guy. - Yeah.

He's happy to be home.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

How are you holding up?

I'm glad I can be here.

Spend as much time with her as I can.

I... I never meant for anyone to get hurt.

You're gonna have to make peace with that.

The good news is Crosby and everyone that was helping him,

they're all going to prison.

Thank you.

I wouldn't be here without you.

Glad I could help.

I know how impossible it seemed that Lucas could be alive.

But I just had this feeling.

I couldn't give up until I knew for sure.

I know that feeling.

You do?

More than you can imagine.

Take care.

♪ ...that I even want to meet ♪

♪ 'Cause you're so vicious ♪

♪ Baby, you're so vicious... ♪

Keaton?

You remember that case you asked me to look into?

- Gina Picket. - I got something.

Where are you?

Outside San Francisco.

All right, I'm sending you an address.

Get your ass here as soon as possible.

You want to tell me what this is all about?

You prepared to take this down the line?

All the way to hell?

Show me.

Sorry about the smell.

Wakey, wakey.

What are you doing here?

You asked me to look into Gina Picket. I did.

You're going to be interested...

in what he has to say.

Alex.

This here is my friend I told you about.

Tell him what you told me.

Tell him.

Or you're gonna get the stick.

Go on now. Let's start with a name.

Whales.

What do you know about Whales?

I know him from back in the day.

You're gonna have to do better than that.

We were just kids, man.

Answer the question.

These guys are bad news. Come on--

Hey.

Whales?

We got into something.

It wasn't our fault.

Heavy stuff.

We didn't have a choice.

Someone make you do something?

Yeah. Yeah.

- You and Whales? - He had it worse than I did.

Who was it?

I need a name.

Please. Uh, I already told you, I don't know his name.

He wanted us to call him "Teacher."

Wait, wait.

Wait.

You gotta believe me.

He kept everything tight.

I don't know his real name.

No one did.

It was just "Teacher."

Ask Whales.

So, this "Teacher"...

made you do things for him?

And he didn't tell you who he was?

He knew things about us.

Bad stuff, held it over our heads.

Even the others.

You mean there's others besides you and Whales?

Yeah, he'd...

He said he kept a long line of pretty boys to do his bidding.

And what does this have to do with Gina Picket?

He wanted her.

I think he made Whales lure her to some place he liked.

Where?

I've never been there.

But he called it "the farm."

He said he planted things there.

That's Gina Picket.

Is that who you saw?

Is she alive?