01x04 - Paper Trails

[bunniefuu]

- Welcome back to
presidential detail.

If the First Daughter
is doing something

to jeopardize that,
we need to get ahead of it.

- How long do you plan to stay?

- As long as she wants.

- Probation's over.

- I could swear I've seen
one of those around recently.

- Jack was my son from
my first marriage.

He died five years ago.

- You're a part of
this investigation,

and you know that.

- You've always hoped
that he was alive,

but I had to tell myself
he was dead.

[light music]

♪ ♪

- It's perfect.

[gasps]

♪ ♪

Abby,
if you're not down in five,

I'm canceling your
fancy rehearsal dinner.

- So uncool, Mom.

- Here, you take this.

I'll take the bubbly.

And in five minutes,
your godfather's

gonna kick the door down!

- [laughs]

- Oh, it's organic,

which is French
for undrinkable.

How's the toast?

- I'm gonna talk about
cartwheels on the lawn.

Remember that?

Our baby's getting married.

- Oh.

Ohh.

♪ ♪

- Ahh.
- Ah, the bride.

- Abby, there she is.

- Oh, Abby.
[applause]

♪ ♪

[loud expl*si*n]

[car alarm blaring]

♪ ♪

- Mm.

Was the kitchen ever this quiet
in my childhood?

- You mean you don't miss the
soothing sounds of multiple men

trying to out-talk each other?

Yeah, me neither.

I'm gonna empty the dishwasher.

- Already done.

- You have now done
more dishes in one week

than your father did
in 26 years.

Thank you.

- It's a bribe.

Can I borrow that cute
one-button blazer?

- Sure.

[phone buzzes]

"There was a package b*mb
sent to the Secretary

"of Agriculture.

It detonated,
but no one was hurt."

- Thank God.

- I gotta bring your agency in.

Want to call Division, put in
an ask for the assignment?

- I would love nothing more
than to extend our hang

and solve another
crime together.

- When you were a teenager,
I would have sold a limb

to get along with you this way.

- You could have just let me
get that face tattoo.

We would have been fine.

- You know
you don't owe me anything

for moving back in, right?

Historically, you've had a
low tolerance for family time.

- That was a lot of family.

You and me, it works.

- Your boss doesn't hate you.

Didn't you just
break a big case?

- Yeah, by going over his head
and making him look stupid.

- Oh, yeah,
then he for sure hates you.

- He gave me
a psychotic amount of work,

because he wants me to fail.

I was gonna meet Natasha's
parents this weekend,

and now I have to cancel.

You are just chewing
in my ear right now.

- No, I'm not.

- Hang with me while I plow
through this tonight?

- Can't.
Big work weekend for me too.

Sparrow's going to
Turks and Caicos.

- Micah's big work weekend
is a Caribbean vacation.

So on-brand.

- You remember spring cleaning,

when I went to that wrestling
tournament in Hilton Head

so you had to clean
the whole attic by yourself

and there were
a ton of spiders?

- Yeah, have a great weekend.

Hope you're eaten by sharks.

- Nobody forced you to leave
the military for a desk job.

That one's on you, dude.
[munching loudly]

- Oh, ugh.

[bouncy upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- I can't believe we're
gonna be on a beach tomorrow.

- In the Caribbean.
- [chuckles]

Technically, it's the Atlantic.

- I can't hear you.

I'm too focused on the
"you and me on a beach" part.

Small service detail
means privacy.

- Barely any sneaking
or pretending.

You know, fake distance
can become real distance.

You know, you wear a mask too
long, it becomes your face.

- That's 100% from your
astrologer and/or Batman.

- It's an emotional insight
from my astrologer,

who is Batman.

- In 24 hours, no masks,
no pretending, no clothes.

♪ ♪

- I have no idea who sent it.

I'm the Secretary
of Agriculture.

Maybe some wacko thinks
I'm putting fluoride in milk.

May I go?

- Once my investigation
is complete, yes.

- My child is getting
married tomorrow.

I will not let her life
get derailed by some maniac.

Solve this now.

- Sir, this is a crime scene.

As lead agent,
I forbid you to--

- Hey! Pizza's here.

Mike Hollingsworth,
Secret Service.

We're here to keep you safe
until this gets resolved.

Listen, I know this is a pain,
but some pepperoni from Primo's

might take the edge off.

Come on in. Help yourselves.

Go ahead, grab a slice.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

We've got you. You're safe.

- Dad.
- Yeah.

- What are you doing here?

- Agriculture is ninth
in line to the top job.

The service is evaluating
whether he

needs elevated protection.

How's it going?

- Well, I was just about
to conduct interviews,

but now they're on
a pizza break, so--

- In order to protect people,
I need them cooperative.

I heard before I got here
they weren't, but now look.

- I was handling it.

- And I am helping you to.

Just chill for 20 minutes.

Let me do my thing.

All right? Grab a slice.

I got a sausage and peppers
just for you.

- [scoffs]

- Hey, that is not a Bassmaster
Classic trophy I see, is it?

- Yes, it is.
- Ah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Hank Baxter, family lawyer.

Retired family lawyer.

- But best all-around friend.

- Is that your dad?

- Yep.

- Really?

I mean,
I would have never guessed.

- Hey, Natasha.

My boss is trying
to destroy my weekend,

uh, but I'm making progress.

I'll make dinner
tomorrow night.

You can count on it.
[knocking on desk

Sir.

- Did you hear about one of
the deputy prime ministers

of Kazakhstan and
the stolen necklace?

- Are you telling me a joke?

- He was here last month and
claimed his traditional pendant

was stolen in the White House.

He's due back for some
diplomatic meetings,

and unless we show him we're
acting on this, he won't come.

There were 11 Secret Service
on his detail.

You're gonna help me
depose them by Monday.

- It's Friday.

- It's almost like you'll have
to work through the weekend.

- Micah.

[groans]

- How old do you think I'll be
before I learn how to actually

pack for a weekend?

- [chuckles]

- There you are.

Heads-up, assignment shifts
for this weekend.

We're being deposed.

- From Turks and Caicos?

- No, she'll be in
Turks and Caicos.

We'll be in a DOJ boardroom
talking to a lawyer

and your brother.

- [sighs]

- Uh-huh. [chuckling]

- Yeah, well,
that's the main thing.

- OK.

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music]

- What on Earth are those?

- Your husband's threat box,

screened mail to his office
in recent months,

grievances
and empty threats that

were assigned
a low-risk evaluation.

I'm trying to see
if someone got missed.

- Someone just tried
to blow up my house.

I think it's safe to assume
that they missed one.

- Is the family
still in danger?

- Bombs are a lot of work.

People don't usually set
them off without a reason.

Do you know anyone
who might have a reason

to want to hurt your family?

- No.

♪ ♪

- Agent Hollingsworth.

Red ink.

Same handwriting.

♪ ♪

- They're all threatening Abby
and the wedding.

This isn't just some fanatic.

This is personal.

And we need to
find out why fast.

♪ ♪

- This is an origami crane,

like the one found at the site

of A*F Agent
Daniel Ryder's death.

In and of itself,
nothing suspicious,

until I saw a crane
in the Hollingsworth kitchen.

Marshal Hollingsworth
worked the Farrell case.

Logan Welling was k*lled
in her home.

If the k*ller left cranes
at either of those,

she had access before we did.

Is it possible a crane
is this k*ller's calling card

and Jane Hollingsworth
doesn't want us to know it?

- You suspect a federally
appointed U.S. Marshal

of obstructing justice?

- I believe
she's hiding something.

- What? And why?

[tense music]

- This mom has already lost
one of her children.

Maybe she's lying to make sure
she doesn't lose another.

She's protecting
one of her kids,

and we're gonna find out which.

- Then let's do 10:00 a.m.
at Eisenhower.

Perfect.

[phone rings]

- Russell Hollingsworth,
human spreadsheet.

How may I help you?

- Bump my deposition.
- Wish I could.

On the bright side,
guess your weekend sucks

just as much as mine now.

- What,
you think this is funny?

- Justice for Hilton Head and
a lifetime of arachnophobia.

- Don't torpedo my life just
because you don't have one.

- This is an active
DOJ investigation.

Sorry it's messing up your tan.

- It's not just--

- I'll see you at your
deposition tomorrow,

which will now be at 7:00 a.m.,
because you just pissed me off.

- You brought them
down here to watch TV?

- Their house was attacked the
day before their kid's wedding.

They need a distraction.

- No, what they need
is to be questioned

in a quiet, private room.

And we need to
figure out who might

have a vendetta against them.

- Yes, we do, but these
are high-value targets.

The house is
nothing but windows,

and I need them in the
most secure location in it.

- The b*mber is targeting
her wedding tomorrow.

So if you're not gonna
help me, get out of my way.

- You don't think that
this has anything to do

with what we did, do you?

- That was decades ago.

That's long buried.

- Maybe we missed something.

How about I say I need to go
check on the venue,

see if they'll let me out,
and then I'll look into it?

- Good idea.

- Yes, Agent Wallace,

right now, Marshal
Hollingsworth is in Georgetown.

I can have her call you
when I get her back.

- Thank you. Please.

Jane and Clare
are in the field.

That means the house is empty.

Take 10.

I'm going in.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Cameras off.
- Copy.

[Gorillaz' "Kids With g*ns"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Kids with g*ns ♪

♪ Kids with g*ns ♪

♪ Taking over,
but it won't be long ♪

♪ They're mesmerized,
skeletons ♪

♪ Kids with g*ns ♪

♪ Kids with g*ns ♪

♪ Easy does it, easy does it ♪

♪ They got something
to say no to ♪

♪ Drinking out,
push it real ♪

♪ Pacifier ♪

♪ Push it real, push it ♪

♪ Vitamin souls,
push it real ♪

♪ Street desire ♪

♪ Push it real, push it ♪

♪ Doesn't make sense to,
but it won't be long ♪

♪ Push it real, push it ♪

♪ Kids with g*ns ♪

♪ Kids with g*ns ♪

♪ Easy does it, easy does it ♪

♪ They've got something
to say no to ♪

♪ They're turning us
into monsters ♪

♪ Turning us into fire ♪

♪ They're turning us
into monsters ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ Drinking out ♪

♪ Pacifier ♪

♪ Sinking soul ♪

♪ There you are ♪

♪ Doesn't make sense to ♪

♪ But it won't be long ♪

♪ 'Cause kids with g*ns ♪

♪ Kids with g*ns ♪

♪ Easy does it, easy does it ♪
- We're all clear.

- ♪ They've got something
to say no to ♪

♪ They're turning us
into monsters ♪

♪ Turning us into fire ♪

♪ Turning us into monsters ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ It's all desire ♪

♪ Push it, push it real ♪

♪ Push it real, push it ♪

♪ Push it, push it real,
real, push it real ♪

♪ Push it, push it real ♪

- So tomorrow night's
off the table,

but I've constructed
a schedule so efficient,

I will be at your parents'
Sunday morning

to shock them with the joy of
a Russ Hollingsworth brunch.

Hello, sir.

Deposition's all set.

- We got a tip that more
than those 11 agents

touched the Kazakh detail.

Now that it's been flagged,
we have to depose them too.

- A tip?

- From an Agent...

Hollingsworth.

Was it your dad?

Your brother?

Anyway, that's 23 more agents
by Monday.

Guess that brunch will
have to reschedule.

[phone buzzing]

- [scoffs]

- The guys taking our place
in Turks tomorrow

are getting spray tans
after shift in preparation.

- Please stop talking.

- I wish we could
start drinking instead.

What are those?

- Events that have
invited Sparrow.

More fun things
we're probably gonna miss.

- Mm-hmm.

- Remind me, who's Liz again?

- A high school friend
of Sparrow's.

- Oh, that's right.
- Oh, yeah,

she's having that pool party
at the Wolcott.

We said no 'cause of Turks.

- You ever worked an event
at the Wolcott?

- Mm, yeah, last year.

Penthouse is the whole floor,
which means everyone can hit

the rooftop pool except
for the one agent

outside the door all shift.

And dibs on not that job.

Why?

You think she would go to that
instead of Turks?

- She said
she really misses Liz.

- I actually gave up golf
for years.

Once we got this one,
I was having

too much fun being a dad.

- Well, adopting a child
is a big undertaking.

- Oh, don't get him started.

- Bill,

what brings you here?

- I'm tagging in.

They didn't tell you?

- No.

- I'll introduce myself around.

- All right.

- Hi, I'm Agent Wong--

- Did you have me kicked off?

- I asked your office
if they were OK

with having an agent lead
this case from the President's

detail, instead of one from
the Joint t*rror1st Task Force.

- If you hadn't called,
they would have

let me see this case through.

- Yeah, well, if you had
seen this case through,

then I wouldn't have called.

A b*mber is threatening
a wedding happening tomorrow,

and you're just holding court.

- Getting to know
people matters.

They let their guard down,
open up, and reveal things.

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

- Meredith, I told Danny
I was gonna look into it.

- Hank, what's wrong?
- I think they know.

- Um...

- The bombs are right--

- Ms. Keane,
who were you just speaking to?

- Just the florist.

They have to replace
the peonies.

[dog barking in distance]

- A pre-deposition statement?

Minute by minute details?

Why does the DOJ
even want this?

- I could take a guess.

- I brought my bikini
for nothing.

You sure you're OK
posted by the door tonight?

- Yeah, I'll be fine.

- [excited chatter]

- Prep Room B for the family.

I'm gonna work on
one at a time in C.

- Yes, ma'am.

Question, they're asking if
they're still gonna get

the ice cream
that your dad promised?

I'll go get the rooms ready.

[line trilling]

- Hello.

- Mom, I need a lawyer,
'cause I'm gonna k*ll Dad.

- What did he do?

- Well, besides treat my crime
scene like a block party--

you know I'm just getting
to statements now?

That man is completely
unable to read a room.

He says he's protecting people,
but I say his two modes

are avoiding conflict and
getting pats on the head

like a golden retriever.

- That's your dad.

People come to him,
they let their guard down--

[phone buzzing]

- Well, it doesn't matter.

I already let him go.

- One sec, honey.

Nia thinks it's Micah.

- That's ridiculous.

How'd you find that out?

- She put cameras outside.

I put cameras inside.

I'm not gonna let a k*ller
slip in here again.

- Well, Micah is at the Wolcott
with the First Daughter.

And I'm sorry that took a sec,
but I'm working Clare's b*mb.

- Uh, she says she fired you.

- Well, when has that
ever stopped me?

- If Agent Wallace asks Micah
about the cranes,

he's gonna start asking
questions about Jack.

I have to convince her
it's not him.

- You need help?
- No.

You help our daughter.

I'll help our son.

- Ja--
[line beeping]

Ugh.

- Honey, I have to go.

Don't underestimate your dad.

He comes through.

That's what
golden retrievers do.

- Yeah, well,
they also pee on the carpet.

- Here is your trace, ma'am.

- What trace?

- Mr. Hollingsworth told us you
ordered a tap on the landline.

- He told you I--

- That's the location of Mrs.
Keane's call with the florist.

[tense music]

- That's not a florist.

Get a car.

- OK.

♪ ♪

- You spoke to Hank Baxter.

Why lie?

- It was a personal
conversation.

And--and privileged.

Hank's our friend
and our attorney.

- Your ex-attorney.

He was fired from the firm
last year.

You are delaying
an investigation into a b*mber

targeting your child.

- Hank's a drunk,

and he's been getting worse.

He forgets things,
invents things.

Working so closely as we did,

we were the first ones
to notice.

So my husband privately
let the firm know.

We didn't want him
to get fired.

- But he did.
His career ended.

His wife left him.
He lost his house.

He must have found out that
that was your husband's fault.

That's our motive.

- He--he wouldn't.

- He called you from a storage
facility where he rents a unit.

Do you have any idea
why he was there

or what we might find inside?

- Let's go.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]
The room is a bit of a mess.

- Yeah.

- My friends came over.

One of them brought Molly.

She got a little wild.

It's not fair.

I went through
so much for this,

and we don't even
get a whole night.

Your shift ends in two hours.

- Don't think about that.

- But I do.

I do think about it.

I think about what happens
if we get caught.

- Well, let's not get caught.

One sec.
- OK.

Micah, that's the Molly water.

- Ugh.

What?

- My friend put her Molly
in that water.

- I thought you said you
had a friend named Molly.

This has ecstasy in it?

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, my God,
I'm gonna be so high.

[dramatic music]

- Door open. Let's go.

♪ ♪

- Clear back here.

♪ ♪

- Batteries, gunpowder.

Looks like he built a b*mb.

A big one.

- And it's not here.

BOLO for Hank Baxter.

Subject is in possession of
a b*mb and out in the wind.

He could be anywhere.

- Excuse me.

Agent Wallace.

Is Micah Hollingsworth
on duty here?

- Let me find out.

- Thank you for coming.

Um, so he came in for water,
and I was in the shower,

so I couldn't warn him.

If they find him high on the
job, then he's gonna get fired.

- Is it that bad?

- Come on, you guys.
I'm fine.

It is really not nice
to see you right now,

but somehow I don't mind.

- And you had to call me.

- He said that if he could
count on anyone, it's you.

- When does his shift end?

- 30 minutes.

Ellen's coming up
to take his place.

- So we spend a half hour
getting him cleaned up.

When Ellen arrives,
you talk to her.

I'll take Micah XCX
straight to the elevator.

[phone rings]

- Oh.

♪ ♪

- Hello?

Yeah, one sec.

It's Ellen.

- Oh.

Hey, El.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, put her on.

Hi.

Yeah, sure.

All right, I'll see you soon.

And you two were worried.

- That was great.

Totally normal.
- Yeah.

What did she--
what did she want?

- You know that Homeland
Security lady that was looking

into all the m*rder*d agents?
- Mm-hmm.

- She's downstairs, and she
says I am a person of interest

in the case,
and she needs to talk to me

after my shift's over.

Oh, my jacket feels incredible.

- Welcome to Arcuri,

where tonight Abby Keane is
having her rehearsal dinner,

or so Hank Baxter believes.

- The real dinner's been moved
to an undisclosed location,

but our subject
doesn't know that.

He believes that the dinner
is on as planned.

What he'll be walking to
instead is a surveillance op.

- Every person in and out of
this restaurant is one of us.

And if he tries to finish what
he started, we'll be waiting.

Report to Agent Tompkins
for your assignments.

Let's go.

- What are you doing here?
Your shift ended.

- Per your boss,
I'm now Special Advisor

to this operation.

- [scoffs]
You went over my head.

- I learned from the best.

Clare, let me help.

I know you have doubts.

I did get you that phone tap.

- [sighs]

Keane is a Cabinet Secretary

with his eye on the presidency.

Don't you feel like
there's something more to this

than just an old friend
with a grudge?

- You're Hank Baxter.

You see the Keanes every day.

You could poison them.

You could cut
their brake lines.

You could go on a hike
and shove them off a cliff.

You know what you don't do?

Learn how to make mail bombs
for a family

that never opens
their own mail.

- You agree with me.

- My methods aren't
unprofessional, Clare.

They're just not yours.

- Time to roll.

- OK, Hank Baxter is still
our best lead.

You do Bill's sting,
I do a thing?

All right.

- Have a good night, Ellen.

- Why does a Homeland Security
agent think that you were--

- Ellen.
- Yeah. What's up?

- Um, did you know
that Hunter actually

has a huge crush on you?

- Hunter is g*y.

[elevator dings]

[intriguing music]

- Feeling like some exercise.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

- Ellen, have you seen my son?

- Oh, you just missed him.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- [stomping]
- Hey, oh, OK.

Oh, try to keep the noise down.

- It's not noise, Russ.

It's music.

- OK, OK.

Come on.

- Wait.
Where are you going?

♪ ♪

- Have you seen your brother?
- I was supposed to meet him,

but apparently he already left.

You want me to call him?

- Step aside.

You're having
one kind of night.

If I have to ask you
to move again,

it's gonna get different.

[alarm blaring]

- Ma'am, sir,
you need to evacuate.

- Uh, this way, everyone.
Thank you.

[alarm continues]

- If you could please
step outside.

- Ma'am, sir, please follow me.

[indistinct chatter]
- What's going on?

- My apologies for the
inconvenience. I'm so sorry.

[engine turns over,
car starts]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[phone buzzes]

- Anything?

- I'm in the storage facility.

Hank's fingerprints are here,
and they're wrong.

All his prints have
an even scatter pattern,

except on the bench.

Those are clustered, chaotic.

When he touched that b*mb,
he was frantic.

- Bombs will do that to people.

- You can't be
in that state of mind

if you're gonna make one--
it'll blow up.

My hunch is
that these prints aren't

from somebody making a b*mb

but from somebody who saw one
and panicked.

I think Hank is being framed.

- If that's true, why
wouldn't he call the police?

I mean, whatever's
underlying this, he knows.

They all do.

Dad, Hank's here.

♪ ♪

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Uh-huh.
- [dog whines]

[dog barking]

- b*mb!
- We got a b*mb.

- Put it down!
Put it down!

- It's just a gift.
I'm a guest.

On the ground right now.
- Agent Wong!

- Detonator!

[g*nshots]

♪ ♪

- Hydration for him.

Lots of it.

He can sleep it off
in his room.

- I think I should explain.

- Am I right that Micah
would never deliberately

compromise himself?

- Of course.

- Then nothing to explain.

Bed.

- Hey, Mom.

What did that agent want?

Why did she need to talk to me?

- We'll find out
in the morning.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hank Baxter had
a gift-wrapped b*mb

with red ink on the label
and no detonator.

It doesn't make sense.

- Case is closed, Clare.

Guys are getting ready to
go to Ebbitt's to celebrate.

- Feels wrong, and you know it.

- I do.

And now I want to know
how you're going to prove it.

- You know why Hank's firm
fired him?

- He was a drunk.

- Who broke client
confidentiality.

He aired a client's dirty
laundry at a fundraiser.

- A sloppy drunk
who built precision bombs.

- And fooled the Keanes into
thinking he was their friend,

all while hammered.

This guy doesn't add up.

- So get to know him.

The only people who can help
me do that are the Keanes.

And you just said it,
the case is closed.

They're never gonna agree
to talk to me.

But they'd talk to you.

- Why would they do that?

- 'Cause you're
the friendly pizza guy.

[knock at door]

- Your son's here.

- Yes?

- Is he gonna talk to me,
or do I need a warrant?

- Did you have a warrant
when you broke into my house?

I have you on video.

It's a felony.

If you try to talk to Micah,

I'll end your career.

- You know, I thought you were
protecting your kids.

But the way you're keeping your
voice down like you don't want

them to hear makes me wonder
if you're hiding from them

as much as you're hiding
from me.

♪ ♪

- [groaning]

- Drink it all
before you pass out.

Can you do that?

- Yeah.

I'm coming down.

Thank you.

You really saved my a*s.

- Always do.

- Wait.

Are you mad?

- We can talk later.

- You know that was
an accident, right?

I had no idea
that water was dosed.

- But you knew you
were hooking up

with the president's daughter.

- Sparrow was in the shower.

I needed water.

- Here's my face.

Lie to it again.

- It's not like that.

Russ, you don't get it.

- All our lives,
you do whatever you want.

I clean up your mess.

It's our thing.

You know what I wanted?

To meet my
girlfriend's parents.

Instead, you made sure
I had extra work on purpose

to make sure I missed it.

- You started that.

You stuck me with a stupid
deposition on a weekend

because you were jealous
of my freedom.

- You think I launched
a DOJ investigation

into Kazakh jewelry theft
because you got a beach day?

Micah, only one of us is
willing to risk his career

for something quick and petty.

And it's not me.

- What Sparrow--what Sydney
and I have is real,

more real than
whatever it is you have

with whoever that woman is.

- I'm gonna really hope
that's the drugs talking.

- None of us even knew
Natasha existed

before she showed up here.

Mine has to be a secret.

Why was yours?

- You know this relationship
of yours can never work, right?

Anyone finds out about it,
you're discredited forever.

- Maybe someday
you'll get to know her,

and me,
without deciding who

you think we are beforehand.

♪ ♪

- Thank you for doing
the debrief tonight.

It's not a small ask.

- Well, you kept us safe.

It's the least we can do.

Thanks, Mike.

- Doing my job.

One thing,
in case you have an idea.

Your lawyer's storage facility
has assigned parking,

and the log said
this is the first time

he parked there in months.

- I mean,
he was making a b*mb in it.

Wouldn't he have found
another parking space

so that he wouldn't be traced?

- Why stop today?

Why be so careful
leading all the way up

and then finally so careless
on game day? I--

I was trying to think
what it would mean

if it was his first time
back there in months.

Imagine how freaked out
you'd be

if you walked into
your own storage space

and you saw a b*mb in it.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [panicked breathing]

The bombs are right
to come for us!

Meredith!

- Secretary, didn't you say
that when he called,

he was babbling?

- Well, I didn't speak to him.

My wife did.

- No alcohol at Hank's house,

but his medicine cabinet

had anti-insomniacs,
antidepressants,

and meds for incontinence.

- Meds of an alcoholic.

- Yeah, and his pharmacy
had an as-yet-unclaimed

prescription for memantine.

It's an NMDA receptor
antagonist for Alzheimer's.

- I suppose that's a theory.

- Alzheimer's would explain
Hank's confusion, his shakes.

- Did you ever actually
smell alcohol on him, sir?

- No, but my wife did, often.

- Why would you lie,
Mrs. Keane?

- Excuse me?

I'm not lying.

- Hank confided in you about
his diagnosis, didn't he?

You let him go,
because you knew.

You watched as he lost
his job for breaking

others' confidentiality.

And when that happened,
suddenly it hit you,

you could no longer trust him.

As his mind and body
deteriorated,

so did his ability
to keep your secrets.

- What are we
talking about here?

The Secret Service
just k*lled Hank.

Tell her
she's being ridiculous.

You could just as easily
have arrested him.

- Not if someone
orchestrated a situation

where we had to sh**t to k*ll.

You mailed those threats.

You sent the first expl*sive,

and then you fed us
Hank Baxter's motive

and lured him onto
a busy street with a b*mb.

You k*lled Hank Baxter,
and the weapon you used

was the Secret Service and FBI.

- Oh, we're leaving.

- Cell tower data shows us
where Hank went

after he got off
the phone with you--

your daughter's house.

Who told him to go there?

Who left him that gift
to bring?

What's the secret that
you're willing to k*ll for?

- This isn't proof.

None of it.

- Dan, that gift was wrapped
awfully well

for someone with tremors.

- He--he was our friend.

- Danny, be quiet.

- Oh, this is a judgment

on what we did.

- Stop.

Think about Abby.

- I am.

How could you do that?

If I tell you,
if there's any way,

please don't tell my daughter.

- No.

- We couldn't have kids.

Abby was our housekeeper's,

and the woman wasn't fit
to parent her.

This beautiful girl
deserved so much more.

- Danny.

- So we took her.

It was Hank's idea.

He helped us do it.

And we told Abby
the church found her for us.

- Last week at the venue
Hank told

the wedding planner that we
knew Abby's birth mother.

Abby didn't hear,
but I knew he was sick,

and I knew
that he would do it again.

He would say anything.

- Where is Abby's mother?

- We sent her back.

- We can find her.

- She k*lled herself

years ago.

She was damaged goods.

She would have been
a terrible mother.

Abby's mine.

I-I did what my baby needed.

I did what a good mother does.

- Meredith Keane,
you're under arrest

for the m*rder of Hank Baxter.

Stand up and turn around.

♪ ♪

[gentle music]

- Great job tonight.

- Thanks.

You too.

I'm sorry.

I was a jerk.

- You weren't.

- We're just so different.

- Oh, different methods maybe.

- Different personalities.

- Complementary personalities,

like me and your mom

or you and Logan.

You told me that you liked
he was a regular guy

who made you smile,
someone who lived in the light,

helped calm you down.

Those same reasons
are why your mom picked me.

- There was more to Logan than
you know,

more than I knew.

But yeah, he did have
that light, and I miss it.

I'm glad I can find
a piece of it in you.

♪ ♪

Oh, God. Poor Abby.

How could her parents
keep such a horrible secret

from her in the name of love?

Must have been eating
them all alive.

Hey, Mom.

♪ ♪

- Out of the mouths of babes.

Agent Wallace is on to me.

- Do you want to let her in?

- Can we?

Should we?

- Maybe it's time we tell them.

- They'd never forgive us.

- You don't know that.

- We told them
their brother died.

They grieved.

If they find out--

I can't risk that.

- Then risk us.

- All right.

Ready for your deposition?

I don't know why.

- Russell, I am fighting
for my life right now.

You're going to have
to be more specific.

- You asked why I never
told you about Natasha.

I don't know.

I just don't tell
you guys things.

I never have.

Since Jack died, it's like you
have Dad, and Clare has Mom,

and I'm just there.

But how can I get mad
at you for not seeing me

if I don't show you who I am?

I didn't clean
the attic that weekend.

I paid someone to do it.

- What?

- I got the money by
stealing your baseball cards

and selling them.

- You stole them?

Mom didn't
accidentally throw them away

like she said she did?

- Then I took the extra cash,
and I went to the arcade.

And the reason
I'm really mad right now

is because I'm supposed
to meet Natasha's parents,

and I keep pushing it off,
and now--

- Hey, this guy's my brother.

Isn't it a conflict
of interest for him

to be on these depositions?

- Do you think it is?

- Oh, I don't know.

He did talk to me about it
when it happened.

- Go ahead and take off.

We've got it covered.

- Have a nice time
with your girlfriend,

you klepto sleazebag.

- [chuckles]

- I'll do breakfast
this morning, K, Mom?

- Got it covered.

- [laughs]
You got a breakfast pizza?

You missed me, didn't you?

- Oh, it's been eight hours,
so yeah.

- Wait, where is Mom?

- Five years ago
our son Jack came to us

and told us that after
six years as a Navy SEAL

he had been offered
an undercover assignment.

The assignment was for life.

And in order to take it

he would have to die.

Jack died on November 8, 2021,

to everyone
but his father and me.

We are the only ones
who knew he was still alive.

We had to lie
and tell our kids he was dead.

We miss him so much.

We still can't look
at pictures of him.

- You said "knew"
he was still alive.

- Jack was a special boy.

He wasn't mine,
but he became mine.

I'd been an Army brat,
grew up all over,

not much stability.

But Jack gave me that.

We used to build
together LEGOs, forts,

the planning, the execution.

When he saw "Blade Runner"
he became obsessed

with origami.

He'd leave things everywhere
as a surprise.

I'd find them in my car,
in my bag, in the fridge.

This is his,

as is the one

I took from Libby Farrell's
crime scene

and the one
from Logan Welling's.

Now, according
to someone in the CIA,

our son appears to have died

during his undercover mission

sometime in the last two years.

My husband and I believe
someone who knew him

is trying to taunt us
with these.

I don't know who this person is
or what they want,

but I don't want to impede
your investigation anymore

just to save myself.

So...

I'll tell you everything
you want to know

in exchange for one thing.

- Which is?

- You leave my kids
out of this.

If they find out
we lied to them,

we will lose them forever.

[Tori Amos' "Precious Things"]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone buzzes]

- ♪ So I ran faster ♪

♪ But it caught me here ♪

♪ Yes, my loyalties turned ♪

♪ Like my ankle
in the seventh grade ♪

♪ Running after Billy ♪

♪ Running after the rain ♪

♪ These precious things ♪

♪ Let them bleed ♪

♪ Let them wash away ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪