01x03 - Nobodys Stronger Than Forgiveness

[bunniefuu]

[♪ gentle music playing]

Why?

- I spent my whole life trying to get away from these people.
- What do you mean, why?

- They m*rder*d my brother.
- Right.

- That's exactly why we're gonna stay away...
- And then they had the nerve

to show up at the memorial service

and hug you

and shake my hand.

Jayson shook my hand with the same hand

he used to beat
your father's brains out.

And I had to stand there
and f*ck' nod my head...

and say, "Thank you for coming."

"Thank you for coming."

When I knew and you knew
what they'd done to him.

So, yeah, I'm gonna take their money.

Yeah, I'm gonna take their money
so we can have a better life.

Because there's gotta be a reason

- why your father died.
- No, there's no reason for any of it.

- And don't act like some kind of martyr either.
- I'm not acting like a martyr.

- 'Cause even if you did do it for the kids...
- You asked me why.

...they're now gonna spend
the rest of their lives

without their father, hearing stories

about how he was a m*rder*r,
and a thief,

and a f*ck' kidnapper.

That's your legacy.

- That ain't my legacy. Nah.
- Now it is.

Nah, that ain't my legacy. Nah.

I don't even know what I'm thinkin'.

You won't even make it to prison.

Jayson's gonna k*ll you first.

- He don't know it's me.
- He'll find out.

Well, then let him come then.

Let him f*ck' come.

Let that m*therf*cker come

- and shake my hand!
- [pounding chest]

- See what happens this time, m*therf*cker!
- [banging dashboard]

[Robbie sniffling]

The hell is the matter with you?

Robbie, look at me. Robbie, look at me.

- You had a life.
- A life?

What life?

Breaking my back out there to stink

like other people's sh*t and trash?

Come home and have my kids ask me

if their mother's ever comin' back?

And I ain't got an answer.

No, I'm f*ck' tired of that life.

[sighs] I'm f*ck' tired of that life.

[sniffling]

You need to take Sam to the police.

I just need a few days.

What's gonna change in a few days?

Money. A million dollars, maybe more.

[Maeve sighs]

Just, I do understand

that I f*cked up, okay?

I understand that.

Just let me take care of my kids.

Okay?

Maeve, you're the only
family I got left.

[Maeve whimpers]

[rain pattering]

[car door closes]

[sighs]

[announcer] [on radio]
KYW News, time 8:16.

Warm and breezy
in Independence Hall with...

[Kathleen McGinty] Jesus
Christ, we need to get a handle

on this f*ck' shitshow.

The SAC's all over me,

and I'm supposed to give
a press conference at 2 p.m.

And I prefer not to stand up there

looking like a smacked a*s.

- No one wants you looking like a smacked a*s, Kath.
- Well, thank you.

But we're combing through 500 tips,

trying to learn as much
as we can about this crew.

- What do we know so far?
- Liz, you wanna jump in here?

Yeah, that's Kenny Pollard.

He served two years
at Rexler Correctional

for assaulting a night clerk
at a 7-Eleven.

For the past six months,
he's been employed

at Swain's Tree Surgery in Upper Darby.

Um, they were closed yesterday,
but we asked the foreman...

[door closes] - ...for a
meeting with all the employees

- at, like, 9 a.m.
- [Anthony Grasso] Good morning, Task friends.

Anthony Grasso,
this is SSRA Kathleen McGinty.

You're late, Grasso.

Yeah, sorry, it's, uh, Wawa.
They had to make a fresh...

Forgive me for not giving a f*ck.

- What else?
- The DEA called this morning

with some intel. Aleah.

Central saw our bulletin on PACIC.

They had a tracker lock on a car.

Drug runner named Cosmo Giles
out of Pittsburgh.

An informant tipped 'em
that Giles was picking up

a major shipment from a group of bikers.

Only motorcycle g*ng known
to move that kind of weight in PA

are the Dark Hearts.

We think this crew picked it off.

But that doesn't track.

Our... these guys have never
stolen any drugs before.

They weren't after the drugs.

The meet was set for midnight,
but it got pushed back.

Our crew went into that house

believing they were gonna
pick up the money

- after the exchange.
- But that would assume

that they knew that this was
happening way ahead of time.

Right, we believe that they're working

with an informant inside the g*ng.

So, how much product did they get?

Big. Twelve kilos of pure fentanyl.

Wholesale, you're looking at


[Dark Hearts member speaking Spanish]

[Freddy Frias] Jayson. Perry.

- [Perry Dorazo] Freddy.
- [Jayson Wilkes] Freddy.

Wow. Who's getting married, Freddy?

Yeah, my oldest daughter,
Camila, tonight at St. Paul's.

Come, follow me.

Yeah, you like her choice?
He's a good human?

Ah, he's a worthless piece of sh*t.

Two kids with another woman.

No job, no education, zero ambition,

yet he's convinced my daughter
that he's Prince Charming.

Guess I'm lucky
I got no kids to disappoint me.

[Freddy] Yeah, well,
lucky you. Come on in.

- Have a seat.
- [Perry] Thank you.

[speaking Spanish]

[sighs]

Talk to me.

We were hoping for your help
in dealing with a problem.

Ah. The Halloween crew

that's been knocking off your houses.

That's them.

Humor me.

Why would I help you?

Because right now...

we control the pipeline.

You own the city.

West of Pittsburgh belongs
to us. That's the agreement.

Because of these raids,

our distributors are missing product.

Pretty soon, they're gonna start
pursuing other ways to bring it in.

Well, I haven't felt the squeeze, man.

- It's been business as usual.
- You will. Soon.

'Cause when that product isn't
there, those same distributors

are gonna turn to our competition.

The Ecuadorians out of Boston,
the Colombians.

Any one of the dozen other DTOs
would be very f*cking happy

making inroads into this market.

If they make inroads
in our market, Freddy,

it's only a matter of time before
they start coming for yours.

So, nobody wants that.

Huh. What are you proposing?

Someone's looking to move


you call us first.

We just want back what they stole.

What's in it for me?



- Fifty.
- [laughing]

Twenty-five is us being generous.

And I thought I should ask for 80.

Given that you're the ones
with the 12-inch c*ck

jammed in your asses.

You know what's the first thing
I bought when I made some money

in this country?

- A Cadillac?
- [Freddy] Hmm.

A new set of f*cking teeth.

See, one day I was out in Lancaster

shopping with my wife.

We stopped at a cafe
to grab something to eat

on our way home.

I excused myself, went to the bathroom.

Two bikers jumped me
while I was in there.

Beat the sh*t out of me.

Knocked out six teeth, fractured my jaw.

And when they were finished,

they pulled out their c*ck...

and pissed all over me.

I had $5,000 in my pocket.

They weren't interested in that.

See, they beat me because
they didn't like the way I talk.

They didn't like the way I look.

They didn't like my skin color.

Now, why is it that dinosaurs
like you still exist in a market

where my product is cheaper,
purer, and faster?

These rural counties you guys bleed dry?

They'd rather buy their products
off of you backwards a*s-f*ck

with your ridiculous Boy Scout badges,

even if it costs 'em more money.

Even if your product has been stepped on

with so much rat poison
and horse tranquilizer

that it literally melts the skin
off their f*cking bones.

Even after all of that,
they'd rather buy from you,

because they don't like the way I look.

You gonna help us or no?



Or, I pull out my c*ck

and I piss all over
your ugly bearded faces.

[chickens clucking]

Hey, hey, Gertie. Gertie.
I got watermelons.

[phone buzzing]

[♪ soft, dramatic music playing]

♪

[sighs]

No, no, no, no. Don't
you... don't come near me.

- What's the matter with you?
- What's the matter with me?

- I got blood on my hands 'cause of you.
- 'Cause of me?

- It wasn't supposed to go down like that.
- [scoffs]

- Hey, hey.
- Walk in, walk out.

- No bodies.
- [scoffs] There was a delay.

The exchange got moved back.
Jayson was out

when the call happened. I didn't know.

It was your job to know.

- I couldn't have known.
- Just like it was your job

to know there was a f*cking kid
in that house.

- You f*cked us!
- [Robbie Prendergrast] Easy, easy.

Easy, easy. Take a walk.

Okay? Let me handle this.

You better calm him down.
He's a liability right now.

He's scared.
Every cop in the tri-state area

is bangin' on doors looking for us.

I didn't f*ck you, Robbie.

You said you wanted a bigger score.

A score, yeah.

Not a pile of fentanyl
and a six-year-old kid.

That wasn't my fault.

Where is he, anyway?

He's fine.

What are you gonna do with him?

[teenagers laughing and chattering]

[sighs]

Just... help me move this stuff.

You can't move it. Not yet.

- Why not yet?
- 'Cause I heard Jayson this morning.

He went and sat down with Freddy Frias.

You try to move
that much product around here,

he's gonna find out about it. Sit tight.

Don't you hear what I'm sayin'?

I can't sit tight. I need this money.

I think they're gonna get rid of Jayson.

Perry's here. Our plan is working.

I don't give a f*ck
about our plan no more.

What do you mean, you don't
give a f*ck about our plan?

- Why did we start this in the first place?
- Eryn.

Because he k*lled your brother.

Yeah, because you were f*ck' him.

[Eryn grunting]

'Cause I loved him.

Come here. Hey.

- [Eryn sobbing]
- [Robbie sighs]

I need this money for my kids.

You can't move these drugs. I'm sorry.

I have to go.

Don't do anything
until you hear from me.

Eryn.

[lighter striking]

We're on our own.

She got what she wanted.

Gotta look out for ourselves now.

You know someone?

Oh, these are the b*ll*ts
we found inside the bodies

of Joanne Nance and Warren Clarke.

I ran the results through NIBIN
to see if the g*n was involved

in any other crimes,
and believe it or not,

we got a hit.

In 2017, the Dark Hearts
held a rally out in Reading.

A rival club named The Vipers showed up

and all kinds of hell broke loose.

In the end, three Viper
members were k*lled.

The slugs that k*lled two of
those members are a match.

Meaning that the same weapon
used in Reading

- was also used in the house.
- [FBI agent] Right.

So, the g*n that k*lled Warren Clarke

and Joanne Nance belonged
to a member of the Dark Hearts.

- May I?
- [FBI agent] Yeah, sure, have at it.

- [Anthony] Thanks, Hank.
- Yeah, you got it, Grasso.

- [vehicle beeping]
- Alright, bring it in.

Uh, we got a tight schedule to keep,

so I'd appreciate it
if you make it brief.

This is a missing child case, sir.

We're gonna take as long as we need.

Alright, listen up.
These two ladies here

got questions about Peaches.

[Lizzie Stover] Morning.

TFO Agents Stover and Clinton.

Uh, some of you may be aware
Kenny Pollard, or Peaches,

was k*lled the other night
in a home invasion.

- So, we're here because...
- Cut to the chase, Scooby-Doo.

[laughter]

Yeah, uh, yeah, we're here...

- looking for any...
- [worker] Looking for a pair of t*ts?

'Cause I don't see one
between the two of yous.

[laughter]

We're federal agents here
to investigate a federal crime

with federal jurisdiction.

Which means shut the f*ck up.

As TFO Stover was saying,

we're looking for a six-year-old
boy named Samuel Nance.

Any information about
Peaches' business or friends,

however trivial it might seem,
is important right now.

And if you're nervous about talking

or scared about being labeled a snitch,

have a look at the reward
at the top of the flyer

and see if that changes your mind.

[manager] Alright,
back to work. Let's go.

We're burning daylight.

- [vehicle rumbling]
- Get back to work.

[Anthony sighs]

[Tom clearing throat]

[Anthony] Morning.

[train horn blaring in distance]

[♪ music playing faintly in bar]

Something I can help yous with?

Yeah, looking for Jayson Wilkes.

[Shane] I haven't seen him.

Huh. Hey, boss,
doesn't that guy over there

- look a hell of a lot like him?
- [Tom Brandis] Mm-hmm.

[pool ba*ls clacking]

Thanks.

On your right
is Perry Dorazo at the bar.

Yeah, I see him.

- [Shane] Jay?
- Mm?

Feds are here.

[♪ music continues playing faintly]

[whispering] Thanks.

Here you go. You recognize that?

- [people screaming]
- [g*nshots]

- No.
- Zephyr Bar in Reading.

A fight broke out between your club

and some members of the Vipers.

The f*ck's this have to do

with what happened at
Derek Nance's house?

[Perry] Afternoon.

- Special Agent Tom Brandis.
- TFO Anthony Grasso.

How are you?

Something we can help you with?

[Tom] Yeah, we got a ballistics report

that confirms that the weapon
that was used

to k*ll Warren Clarke and Joanne Nance

was the same one that k*lled two Vipers

at a shootout at the Zephyr Bar
in Reading in 2017.

Which means that the m*rder weapon
belonged to someone inside your g*ng.

You got a leak.

You know it. We know it.

[Grasso] Eight of your drug
houses hit in the past ten months,

and this crew's being
slipped information

by someone inside of your g*ng.

[Tom] Most likely the
person who owns that g*n.

When we find him, we have a
chance of finding Sam Nance.

What'd you say your name was again?

Agent Special?

Tom Brandis.

- Tom Brandis?
- Mm.

We'll take everything under
consideration, won't we?

[Tom] Listen,
there's a little boy missing.

- No sh*t.
- We're coming up on 72 hours,

and we're asking you
for your help in finding him.

Finding what, his dead body?
You know it, we know it.

Perry, I wanna know who
you were out in Reading with.

Reading? [laughing]

Reading was seven f*ck' years ago.

- Huh?
- [Tom] Doesn't matter.

Quiz me on what I had for
breakfast, I couldn't tell you

if it was oatmeal, green eggs and ham.

[Tom] I want a list of every person

- in that bar with you.
- Something funny?

Yeah. You guys. You're a f*cking joke.

We got a little boy missing,
we're running out of time.

Y-You got better things to do?
You don't wanna help us?

We got our own ways of finding Sam.

It don't involve either of you.

[Perry] Now, get the f*ck out.

- [Anthony] Nice.
- [muttering] That's it.

[Anthony] Nice.

- [Perry clearing throat]
- I'll see you around.

[Anthony] Take care of yourselves.

[door opens]

- Hey.
- [door closes]

Who was there that day in Reading?

[pool ba*ls clacking]

[Perry exhaling slowly]

- [♪ dramatic music playing]
- [rock splashing]

[rock splashing]

Hey, you!

Remember to stay out
of the road, or you'll get hurt.

[sighs]

- [rock splashing]
- Mm, shucks.

- [rock splashing]
- [Sam sighs]

The water's deeper over here
if you want to swim.

I can't swim.

Have you ever tried?

Come here.

When I was little,
I went to a birthday party

with all the girls from my school.

Everyone was swimming except for me.

My dad just picked me up
and threw me into the pool.

That's how I learned to swim.

- Please don't do that to me.
- [chuckles]

- [Maeve] [whispering] It's cold.
- Yeah.

- Ooh.
- [Maeve chuckles softly]

First, we gotta teach you how to float.

- [Sam exhales sharply]
- There you go.

Now...

turn yourself into a starfish.

Legs and arms out big and wide.

There you go.

- Maeve?
- Mm?

I think you're a better teacher
than your dad.

Thanks, Sam.

That's the thing about gettin' older.

You get to choose what
you take from your parents.

And what you leave behind.

- Hey, Sam?
- Mm-hmm?

You're floating.

[Sam giggles]

[Maeve chuckles]

- [faint chatter]
- [buzzer sounding]

[door closes]

Hey.

It's so good to see you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You got your hair cut.

It's too short.

I tried telling the guy, but...

[imitating electric shaver]
Suddenly, it's all gone.

I think you look handsome.

Are you making any friends,
or what? [chuckles]

Not really.

I mean, I mostly keep to myself.

How's Dad doing?

Good. Yeah, he's good.

He's, um, he's working again.

He asks about you all the time.

Really?

Drove all the way out to drop
my suit off for sentencing

and never even came inside.

Were you able to try it on?
The... the suit?

It's a little big, now that
I got all skinny, you know.

But, it's okay.

How are you feeling about that?

- Sentencing?
- Mm-hmm.

I... I don't feel anything, I guess.

Just like...

whatever the judge says, I... I
just got to deal with, you know?

Because it's all my fault.

It's... it's all my fault.

What am I gonna do, you know?

[sniffling]

[♪ melancholy music playing]

[Cliff Broward]
I think it's this one here.

[knocking]

[dog barking in distance]

Shelley. Hey, it's Cliff Broward.

What are you doing here?

Is Ray home?

[Ray] Who's there, Shel?

Hey, hey!

- The f*ck you doing here?
- Heard you finally got out.

Figured I'd stop by,
say congratulations.

A friend of mine, Robbie.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Uh, yeah, well, come on in. Come in.

Shel, you remember Cliff.
We were cellmates

for a couple years back in Lycoming.

She don't remember sh*t.

- [door closes]
- Come on back.

Um, why don't you go outside?
You know, sit down, relax.

I'll get us a few beers.

- You have to be at your game in 30 minutes.
- Yeah, no sh*t.

- Well, it's a 15-minute ride...
- Gonna have a few beers, not a big deal.

...and that's if there's no
traffic. If there's traffic...

- They came to congratulate me.
- ...it's more like 30.

Shel!

Now, say it one more time.

Tell me one more time that
I gotta be at that f*cking game.

- [door opens, closes]
- Hey, fellas. Here we go.

[Cliff] What are you doing with
yourself these days, anyway?

[Ray] What ain't I been doing?

I'm, uh, reffing men's rec league games,

uh, out in Media.

Boys are getting big, huh?

- Yeah, it's wild, isn't it?
- Mm.

I caught the older one
the other night in the basement.

[chuckles] He had his head
up this girl's shirt.

And she was cute, too.
I almost asked him

to let his father have a turn,
you know what I'm saying?

[Ray laughing]

You, um, you still connected
like you used to be?

- Connected?
- Yeah, we're looking to move some dope.

We'd be willing to cut you in
if you can help us.

And here I thought you were stopping by

just to say congratulations.

So, how much dope are you talking?

- Twelve kilos.
- [laughing]

Where the f*ck did the two
of you come up with 12 birds?

Don't ask where or how.

Just, can you move it or not?

f*ck' A, brother.

I mean, I'm not Escobar here, you know?

- Freddy Frias.
- [Robbie] Nah.

Gotta go outside normal channels.

Why's that?

Oh, okay. I see.

We're talking stolen dope.

Can you move it or not?

Well, look, if you want to
avoid Frias, you got two options.

Now, you step on the dope yourself,

and you go retail out in Kensington.

- [Robbie] What's the second option?
- Exactly.

Lee.

- Lee Whitehead?
- Yeah.

- He's still a player?
- Yeah.

You trust him?

I don't know him that well,

but Shelley grew up
with him out in Ridley.

The last I heard, he was in
deep with the Colombians.

And the bikers have blocked
them out of the market for years,

so they'll jump at the chance.

But he's gonna want
to see the product first.

Just tell us when and where.

- But it's gotta happen quick.
- [scoffs softly]

Alright, I'll reach out. [chuckles]

- [sighs]
- f*ck me, man.

This day just got interesting.

- [door bell jingling]
- [♪ music playing faintly]

[call bell dinging]

- Denny?
- [Denny] Hi, there.

- Have a seat.
- Okay.

What was so important you
couldn't tell us over the phone?

It wasn't that I couldn't tell yous.

I just wanted some assurances first.

- Assurances?
- Yeah.

This 25K here, will you explain to me

how I might come to receive that?

Well, you provide information
that leads to a conviction

in the abduction of Samuel Nance.

Mm-hmm. Dead or alive?

I mean, don't matter
if the kid's dead or not?

[call bell dinging]

A couple of weeks back,
Peaches and I are working,

when he tells me he bought an
engagement ring for three grand.

I says, "You might convince
your fiancée it cost three grand,

but you ain't bullshitting Denny."

[chuckles] Well, this
pisses him right the f*ck off.

Pulls a wad of cash out,
rams it under my nose.

He says, "Take a whiff of that,
you old prick."

I says, "The f*ck you get that?"
So, he starts bragging.

Says he earned it hitting the houses.

What do you think he meant
by that, "hitting houses"?

Drug houses. He was robbing 'em.

Says he was tagging 'em with Cliff.

Cliff? Who's... who's Cliff?

Cliff Broward.

He worked with us a couple of years back

before moving on to a
trash outfit called, uh, J&W.

- Okay.
- And did he say how Cliff

knew about these drug houses?

Yeah, scavenged through people's trash.

Find evidence they're stepping on dope,

they'd raid the houses together.

Hey, wait, wait. Where's you going?

- Hey, what's next?
- Uh, yeah, we'll be in touch.

Hey, don't you want my address?
Wire information?

- [Tom] [on phone] Hey.
- Coworker at Swain's

said Peaches confessed
to robbing drug houses

with a friend named Cliff Broward.

- [Tom] Who's Cliff Broward?
- Waste worker at J&W.

Broward would ID the drug houses
by digging through people's trash

- and they'd hit 'em together.
- Oh, that explains

all the other houses our guys hit.

You mean the drug houses
that didn't belong

- to the Dark Hearts?
- [Aleah Clinton] Right.

[Anthony] You know, it's
kinda genius if you think about it.

Hey, do you have an address on Broward?

[knocking] Address?

Uh, 122 Mason Avenue.
I'm texting it to Grasso now.

- [Aleah] Texting it to Grasso now.
- Okay.

[grunting]
We're gonna surveil the house.

I'll reach out to Central
and have SWAT stage nearby.

[Aleah] Do we need a search warrant?

[Tom] No warrant. Exigent circumstances.

There might be a kid inside the house.

We're going in right away.

[Anthony] That's them on the left.

- Hey.
- Have a look at the door.

Let me see. [grunting]

[Aleah] It looks like somebody broke in.

How long till SWAT's staged?

They're gathering on Sidwell Ave.

Should be active in 15.

No, I don't wanna wait
that long. Let's hit it now.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

Ready?

- Aleah, Grasso, take the stairs.
- [Aleah] Got it.

- Good on left?
- Yep.

On right.

[Aleah] Clear.

[Lizzie breathing heavily]

- [Tom] Hey, you okay?
- Yeah.

- You good?
- [Anthony] Yep.

[breathing shakily]

[grunting]

[grunting continues]

Lizzie.

Lizzie! [shouting]

You stop!

Police!

- [grunting]
- f*ck!

[♪ tense music playing]

[Lizzie shouting]

[grunting]

- [handcuffs clicking]
- [Lizzie] [on radio] 55-David-7,

foot pursuit, a masked individual

in blue jeans headed south

- on Edmonds Road.
- f*ck. You good?

- Go, go, go, go.
- Alright.

[gasping]

- [Lizzie grunting]
- [dog barking]

Headed south across the park!

[panting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[groaning]

[Tom] Susan?

[groaning softly]

Stop! Jesus Christ!

[Tom groaning]

You alright?

- Okay. Look at me.
- Susan.

- Hm?
- Susan.

It's Aleah.

Hey! Stop!

[tires screeching]

[car horn honking]

- [horns honking]
- Don't move! Don't move!

[fence rattling]

[grunting]

[grunting continues]

Don't f*cking move! Huh?
Don't f*cking move!

[groaning]

[Anthony] 55-David-3,
suspect apprehended.

Lawrence Park. Send avail units.

- You good?
- Yeah.

[panting]

Whoa!

Is that my f*cking house?

Keep going. Turn left, turn left.

[police radio chatter]

They're all over my f*cking house, man.

[Robbie] I know. I see 'em.

f*ck are we gonna do?

Robbie, what the f*ck are we gonna do?

- [people chattering]
- [♪ music playing faintly]

Anyway, you know about his bullshit,

and you're gonna do
what you're gonna do, so.

- [bar patron] Right.
- [Donna] Yeah, I know.

[bar patron] I don't even know how
to talk to her when she gets that way.

Come and dance with me. Come on.

Come on.

- [scatting rhythmically]
- [scoffs]

- [scoffs]
- What is up your a*s, anyway?

Well, if you have to ask, then it's
probably not worth answering, huh?

- Mm.
- I'm sorry I didn't come back last time.

[sighs] I have one heart.

You f*cking prick.

Could you please stop
messin' with it, hm?

[sighs loudly]

What am I missing, Dee?

What are you missing?

Stuff that's been happening,
it's coming from the inside.

Are you sure?

Feds came by earlier. It's one of us.

What are you seeing that I'm not?

I'm not seein' anything.

Come on.

You are like the mother hen here.

Everyone chirps to you.

Well, I mean...

Rayna came over a few weeks ago.

- Rayna?
- Yeah, Shane's wife.

She and the kids came over to the house,

stayed a couple of nights. She said...

Shane's been acting different and...

Different how?

[Donna] I mean, you know, like
how he was when he got home

after being deployed,
everything's triggering him.

She said that,
I don't know, he's not sleeping.

Kids are scared of him, so.

What, you think...
you think maybe he's the one

that's been tipping the crew
to these houses?

[paramedic] So I'm clear,
sir, you are refusing

additional medical attention
at this time.

- Is that correct?
- Yes.

Even after I recommended a scan?

- What... what'd I just say?
- Well. [scoffs]

- What... no.
- Look, what... why are you doing that?

- 'Cause it makes me look like an as*h*le.
- But I just...

Look, you've suffered
a Grade 2 concussion.

- Yeah.
- I am not permitted to let you drive.

- Is there someone here who can take you home?
- Yeah. Me.

- I'll drive him home.
- [paramedic] Wonderful.

- Can you sign here, please?
- [Tom groaning]

- You alright, boss?
- Am I alright?

I just got thrown
down a flight of stairs

and landed on my f*cking head, Grasso.

Are we set up here?

[Anthony] I've got her
inside one, and he's in two.

Alright. Uh, get Easley,

tell him we need pole cam surveillance

outside of Cliff Broward's house
in case he comes home.

I... I can do that.

- What's the story on these two?
- [Anthony] Well, she's clean.

Um, Ray's carrying a list
of drug priors and domestics.

All the domestics were dropped
when she refused to press charges.

Uh, he's currently on parole

looking at a seven-year
back time on a distro.

[Tom] Aleah, sit with her,
build a rapport,

and see if you can get her to talk.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

[Anthony] Good luck.

- [door opens]
- [Tom] Evening, Ray.

I didn't get an opportunity
to introduce myself

before you tossed me down the stairs.

Tom Brandis, FBI.

[Anthony] Detective Grasso. [sighs]

Mind telling us what you were doing

inside of Cliff Broward's house?

Cliff's an old pal.

I was, uh, playing a prank on him

when you scared the sh*t out of me.

How stupid do you think we are, Ray?

- On a scale of one to ten?
- Here's what we know.

Cliff was part of a crew
that stole 12 kilos of fentanyl

from a biker's place Sunday night.

My guess is that has something to do

with what you were doing
inside his house.

That's... that's an interesting theory.

[Anthony] Our colleagues are
speaking with your wife now, Ray.

If she tells us something different,
things are gonna get very bad for you.

Yeah, well, my wife,
she ain't gonna tell you sh*t.

Shelley, we know it's not all you.

I read through your file.

[sighs] Alrighty.

Uh, we got cheese crackers,
or Tajin peach rings.

You know, you wouldn't think
Tajin and peach rings

would go together, but they are
actually really good. [chuckles]

I've been where you're sitting, Shelley.

I know that shame.

See this?

That's when he knocked me
into the corner

of the kitchen island.

Broken cheekbone and eye socket.

There's a titanium plate
and three screws in here.

I didn't press charges,
that time or any time.

[chuckles]

I wrote my social security number

on the bottom of every
pair of shoes I own,

just so my mother would
be able to identify my body

when he k*lled me.

There are mornings even now,
four years later...

when I'll be feeling completely fine,

just going about my day.

And then suddenly, I...

I feel my windpipe tighten.

Just out the blue.
No reason or trigger, just...

suddenly, I can't breathe.

It's the same feeling I'd had
when he would sit on my chest...

[Shelley whimpers] - ...and
choke me with both hands.

Lord knows I... I opened that
door to escape a million times.

And the reason I didn't leave sooner

was because when I did open that door

and I looked outside...

all I saw was darkness.

[Shelley sighs]

There's light.

[Shelley sighs deeply]

Cliff, he came by our place earlier...

asking Ray to move some drugs.

Mm, there was another guy there,

but I didn't know who he was.

At approximately 3:15
this afternoon, Cliff Broward,

and an unidentified male
showed up at your place

in Upper Darby.

The three of you sat on
the patio, you drank beer,

and you discussed
how you were gonna help them

move 12 kilos of stolen fentanyl.

After Cliff left, you sat Shelley down

and you coerced her into robbing Cliff

so that the two of you
could steal the drugs

and collect the money for yourselves.

Do you need me to continue?

- What are you guys offering me?
- Who was the other person there with Cliff Broward, Ray?

- The offer.
- We'll drop the conspiracy charges.

Who's the other person, Ray?

I don't know the other guy.

Bobby, or Danny, or...

But, yeah, Cliff asked me
to move the drugs for him.

- Was there a kid with them?
- A kid? What kid?

A six-year-old boy named
Samuel Nance who was kidnapped.

No, there wasn't any kid. Why?

- There was no kid?
- No.

- Where's Cliff?
- Beats me.

I went looking for him,
same as you guys.

No, you went to rob him.

How did you leave things?

- Leave things?
- After Cliff left,

what were the next steps you discussed?

I told Cliff I... I knew someone
who might be interested.

[Tom] Someone being?

I said that a certain friend

could move a stash of that size
out of the normal channels,

but he would want
to see the drugs first.

I told Cliff I would
text him the location.

So, right now, Cliff's waiting
on your text to set the meet?

[Anthony] Unlock it.

Unlock it.

[phone clicks]

[Anthony] What do you use
to communicate with Cliff?

Snapchat. No way to track.

[Anthony] Text? Drop a pin? What?

- Pin.
- [Tom] Where? Where?

Bailey Park, usually 10:00, 11:00,

- after the park clears out.
- Text Cliff now.

Set the meet at Bailey Park at 11 p.m.

Notify everyone. We'll have a briefing

- at County at 8 a.m.
- Copy that.

[chair scraping]

Thanks for your time, Ray.

- So, we're good here, right?
- Yeah, yeah, we're all good, Ray.

We're gonna drop the conspiracy charges

because you've been so cooperative.

Unfortunately, you also
assaulted a federal officer,

which is a clear violation
of your parole.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait
a minute. You said that...

No, I said I'd drop the
conspiracy charge, and I did.

Now, you're gonna be
transferred out to a jail

in Delaware County.

Judge is gonna violate your
parole first thing in the morning.

You f*cking lying prick,
piece of sh*t, m*therf*cker!

- Good luck to you.
- Piece of sh*t!

[crickets chirping]

[Robbie] Know what
I've been thinking about?

Canada.

[Cliff] Canada? What about Canada?

[Robbie] Just, like, pictures I've seen.

It's really beautiful up there.

It's just like islands everywhere.

Places you could disappear.

How would we make it out there?

The police got my face now.
We know that much.

You remember Bartos?

The truck driver from Ridley
used to smuggle sh*t

for my brother?

He drove a route up through Manitoba,

way up north, all the way
to the Discovery Islands.

Could, uh...

could talk to him
about getting us across.

[phone buzzing]

Is that him? That Ray?

Wants to meet at the park
tomorrow night.

Let's go.

- Where are we going?
- Scope it out, make a plan.

I don't trust this f*cking Ray guy.

We gotta be prepared.

Oh, thanks for saving
my a*s today. [chuckles]

Get outta here.

Save mine next time, huh?

Uh, do you wanna get,
like, a drink, maybe?

'Cause I happen to know a bar in Delco

where the manager lets me smoke.

Hm. You asking me out, Stover?

Ew, no.

Sure, I'll get a drink with you.

- [♪ rock music playing in bar]
- [laughing] DJ Grassanova!

[Anthony] Okay, horrendous.

I agreed to retire Snickerdoodle.

- It's got to be a fair, you know.
- [chuckles]

[♪ music continues]

Hey, could, um...

can I confess something?

What happens on Barnaby's back deck

stays on Barnaby's back deck.

I froze tonight when Ray went after Tom.

Eh, people freeze, Stover.

Well, have you?

- Sure.
- Bullshit, you're just saying that

- to make me feel less awful.
- Nah, every cop I know has frozen once.

Yeah, well, it's... it's not just once.

That's the thing.

And cops talk, and, like,
that's kind of why

they dumped me off to Task, you know?

And just like, f*cking,
you go and make me

someone else's problem, you know?

I think you're inside
your own head, you know?

You need to...
you need to forget the noise.

Trust your instincts and you'll react.

What if I make the wrong decision?

Well, you won't. You're a good person.

You know, good people
make good decisions.

[laughing]

Oh, no, that's the most
bullshit line I've ever heard.

I... oh, my God.

I know so many good people

that have made so many nasty...

vindictive f*cking,
like, horrible decisions.

You know, including my...
including my ex, who, like...

he f*cked my best friend

when I was at a family reunion.

- It was awful.
- That... that is awful.

- Isn't that awful?
- That is awful, yeah.

That's awful.
And it... what I said sounded...

- it sounded better in my own head before.
- [laughing]

Yeah, you know, I wasn't gonna say it,

but with a name like Grassanova,

I was kind of expecting you to
just be a little bit smoother.

I'll update my handle for you, Stover.

Yeah. Instead of, you know, Grassanova,

you could be...

- Grassa-no-p*ssy. [laughing]
- Oh, my God.

Or... or like, uh,

or... or, uh, Grassa-gets-no-assa.

[laughing] - You know,
lately, that would fit.

[trooper] PSP Stover!

- Stover!
- Oh, f*ck my f*cking life.

[troopers laughing] - I shouldn't
have brought you to a statie bar.

- [trooper] Whoo!
- Oh, my God.

Hey, what are you...
what are you guys doing here?

Hey, h-how's Task life
treating you, Stove-top?

- Yeah, it's great, we're, you know...
- [trooper] Listen.

- Hey, listen.
- [muttering] Yeah.

Stay as long as you want, alright?

The barracks will be
just fine without you.

- [laughing]
- [trooper] That's true.

- It's good seeing you, Stove-Top.
- Later, Stover.

- Stover!
- Stover!

[trooper 1] Nine-ball, over here!

[trooper 2] Rack 'em up,
rack 'em up, rack 'em up!

- [♪ music playing faintly]
- [people chattering]

What time is it?

- sh*t. I gotta take off.
- What?

- Yeah, I got...
- I just bought another pack of cigarettes.

I know, I gotta... I gotta
meet up with someone, so.

- Yeah.
- Oh, yeah.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

You... I'll see you tomorrow. Yeah?

- Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.
- Alright.

[♪ rock ballad playing in background]

Hey, so can I get...

- [bell ringing]
- [bartender] Yo! Listen up!

Uh. [clearing throat] Hello, everybody.

- How you doing?
- What the f*ck?

Uh, listen, it's, um,

it's a hard time to be a cop.

- [crowd jeering]
- [bartender] Easy.

- Easy, easy.
- Alright, alright. Yeah, we deserve it.

I know, I know, and I'm not here to say

we're all, uh, honest and upright.

You know, I've worked
with enough corrupt,

incompetent pricks
to know that ain't true.

In fact, I'm looking at a few
of them right f*cking now.

How you doin'? Um, but, uh, um,

today, I want to toast, uh,
one of the good ones.

PSP Lizzie Stover.

I don't know, she makes me
feel like there are still

a few honorable blues left in this
god-awful, shitty profession, so.

Cheers. Cheers, everybody.

- [crowd] Cheers!
- [bar patron] Cheers to Lizzie!

[bar crowd cheering]

[people chattering]

- [sighs]
- [typing]

[groaning]

[door opens]

[Tom sighs]

- [Tom] I'm fine.
- [Aleah] Hello?

[Tom] I'm fine.
You can go home now, Aleah.

- [Aleah] Hello?
- [Sara] Oh, my God.

- [door closes]
- [Sara] What happened?

He was assaulted earlier.

- Assaulted?
- [Tom clearing throat]

At a career fair?

Ah, for Christ's sake!

[chuckles] Okay.

Your father and I are working
an FBI Task Force together.

Aleah Clinton.

Sorry. I'm Sara, Tom's daughter.

Uh, what happened exactly?

Oh, he took a bad spill earlier
while we cleared a house.

The medics suggested a CT scan,
but your father declined.

No driving allowed.

Ibuprofen's okay for the headache,

but no alcohol.

- [fridge door closes]
- Mm.

- Alright.
- [ice rattling]

[Tom] g*dd*mn it.

- Appreciate you bringing him home, Aleah.
- Of course.

[Tom wincing]

[sighs] f*ck.

[Sara sighs loudly]

Since when are you back in the field?

Kathleen needed someone to fill in.

And you thought that was a good idea?

Wasn't exactly like I had
a choice, believe me.

So, this is what you do now?
You come out here

and you drink alone all night?

[sighs]

I'm sorry about yesterday.

No.

No, I am. [sighs]

I know I probably sound like
the world's biggest b*tch right now.

You don't sound like that.

Just, um, kills me
that we've fallen apart.

Especially Emily and I.

We were so close.

I hope you know when I say those things,

I'm only trying to protect you.

I don't want what happened to Mom...

to happen to you.

Doctors, psychiatrists, medications.

Ethan's issues just consumed her.

She was the most social person
I knew and, by the end,

she never even left the house.

She was afraid...

to leave him alone.

I don't wanna lose you like I lost her.

That's what scares me the most.

But if you want me to back off,
you know, of course, I will.

Because the truth is, you're
the one who's gonna be left here

with him, Dad, you know.

I'll be back in Chicago
with the baby, and...

[sighs] ...Emily will be off at college.

I don't want him here.

Why do you think
I haven't gone to see him?

I'm so f*cking angry.

I can't forgive him for what he did.

I think you need to speak to Emily then.

[Susan] What time is it?

- [Tom] They're late.
- [Susan] Two minutes.

- [Tom] It's still late.
- [Susan] Come on, relax.

We're... we're ready for this, right?

Mm-hmm, we are.

[chips clattering]

I just couldn't sleep at all last night.

I know, I could feel you
tossing and turning.

[Tom clearing throat]

- And you're sure?
- [sighs]

- No, I'm not sure.
- [chuckles softly]

I think there's no such thing
as sure, you know.

How do I know
we're doing the right thing?

Mm-hmm.

A feeling.

[both laughing]

Yeah, now you're starting
to sound like me.

Yeah, feelings, feelings.
Everything's a feeling.

Well, you were a feeling,
and that didn't turn out so bad.

Who's gonna love 'em
more than we are, right?

[Sara] They're here.
They just pulled in.

Okay, here we come.

Alright, everybody, let's go.

[clearing throat] What do we
say? Do we congratulate them?

No, no. Uh, egotistical.

- Oh yeah, that's way too...
- We're not so f*cking special.

So stu... uh, what do we say?

Um, "We couldn't imagine letting
you go, so we decided not to."

That's good. That's good, I like that.

[Susan sighs]

[♪ gentle music playing]

- [Tom sighs]
- [doorbell rings]

- Hey, Joe. Good morning.
- Hi.

- You got a minute, Tommy?
- Sure, come on in.

- Coffee?
- Yep.

What do you got? [sighs] - Called
that agent down in Mercer County

- about that rules violation we discussed.
- Yeah?

Club member that Jayson Wilkes
allegedly k*lled

was Billy Prendergrast.

But that ain't why I'm here.

- Uh-huh.
- Pictures came back

from that pole cam you requested
at Cliff Broward's house.

- [Tom] Let's see.
- [Joe Easley] You see that car?

It arrives at 10:56 p.m.,

only 90 minutes
after you arrested Ray Lyman.

And doesn't leave
until 4:13 in the morning.

Plates came back to a Brandon Symentz,

a known lieutenant
within the Dark Hearts.

How do the Dark Hearts
know about Cliff Broward?

How tight's your circle on this?

- Task?
- Mm-hmm.

[scoffs] Myself.

A Chester police officer.

A state trooper.

And a county detective.

[Joe] And you vetted 'em all?

No, I didn't vet 'em. I inherited 'em.

Dark Hearts are getting info
from someone.

You think it's coming from inside Task?

[Joe] My advice?

Suspect everyone.

[♪ soft, dramatic music playing]

♪