FBI: Most Wanted (2020) s06e01 Episode Script
Aquarium Drinker
1
That's not going to work.
- I'm going to the stadium today.
- [DOG BARKS]
Tailgating's at noon.
Honey, I did tell you.
Can't we just reschedule
for next weekend?
All right, look, I just got here.
I'll be up in a second, OK?
[TOUCHPAD BEEPING]
[DOOR BUZZES]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
♪
♪
[GASPING]
[AIR HISSING]
[MONITOR BEEPING]
Albert, wake up.
Your damn machine's beeping again.
♪
[JAZZY MUSIC]
♪
[SIREN WAILING]
[PHONE RINGS]
Sorry.
I thought I had it on me.
That's OK.
Here.
Good morning, Hana.
Did NYPD ask for our help?
OK.
Tell Isobel we're on it,
and text me the address.
You have to go?
[SIGHS] Yeah.
Cop murdered in Brooklyn along
with an unknown female victim.
Dear God, this city is never
gonna stop freaking me out.
So sorry, Abby.
I know you came all the way
up here for the weekend.
That's because it was my turn.
That's how the whole
long-distance thing works.
I feel bad, though.
Now our Sunday is ruined.
No, it's not. I love your sister.
She and I can still make a day of it.
Added bonus, I do not have to
do the Hayden Planetarium now.
- Hey, that show rocks.
- Ooh.
I know you love it.
It's you've taken me twice.
But I find this obsession both,
like, nerdy and ridiculous,
but in a very charming way.
I had plans, you know.
I was gonna let you sleep in.
Mm-hmm.
Breakfast in bed,
along with other things in bed.
Are you coming back tonight?
Hopefully, unless our
bad guy flees the state.
Well, let's just hope he doesn't,
because I will still be here.
My flight doesn't leave
till 6:00 a.m. tomorrow.
Hmm.
That is a raincheck I will take.
- I really have to go.
- Uh-huh.
I'm not stopping you.
Maybe not intentionally.
[CHUCKLING]
And I see this guy.
He's wearing this red tie.
And I take this picture.
No signs of forced entry,
so the killer either
let himself in or had a key.
- Who's the vic?
- He's a detective.
His name's Al Kelly.
He's in that room down there.
But first, here's our female victim.
She has multiple stab
wounds and defensive
wounds on her hand.
She really tried to fight this guy.
Have we ID'd her yet?
No. No one's been able
to find her phone or wallet.
CSU have taken prints;
they're working on it.
A neighbor across the way
heard screaming and called 911.
They weren't able to see anything
because the window shade was down.
Maybe she's Al's daughter or sister.
I think it's more a
boyfriend-girlfriend thing.
Then why is she sleeping in here?
I have a theory on that.
Do you remember I told you
about my old roommate Crosby
and how he used to snore a lot?
No.
Well, he did.
And Al had the same problem.
It's a CPAP machine.
Crosby used to hate wearing the mask.
I presume that his girlfriend
got sick of the racket
and moved rooms to keep her sanity.
Well, this is gruesome.
What do we know about Al Kelly?
He was on the job for 25 years.
He got divorced in 2004.
He bought this apartment a year later.
Wallet and phone are
here but no gun or badge?
I've never known a cop who
didn't keep those handy.
Maybe the killer took them.
Hey, guys.
One of the neighbors got a
picture of a potential suspect.
He first saw him outside the building
when he was coming home
from walking his dog.
10 minutes later,
his wife heard a scream.
He ran outside and saw the
same guy exiting the building.
Described him as a white male, mid-30s,
medium build in a suit and a red tie.
Not the greatest photo in the world.
But send it to everyone
and put a BOLO out.
Yeah, I already did.
Brooklyn DA's outside
and wants to talk to us.
Ozempic Jake.
Looking good, kid.
Is it Al Kelly?
Yeah, stabbed to death.
- You want to have a look?
- No.
It's just damn it.
What's the matter? You knew him?
Yeah, he and his partner
are the lead investigators
on the case I'm trying.
What's the case?
Double homicide.
Puerto Rican gang called Dos Siete.
There's three defendants.
I've already put two away.
But the third guy, Angel Zaharias,
his trial starts Monday.
Al Kelly was gonna be my first witness.
You think this was a hit
from the gang to silence him?
I'm damn sure gonna find out.
Zaharias is at Rikers, and we've
been monitoring his calls.
But these pricks still have
a way of communicating.
So I'm gonna go talk to him.
- Set it up with his counsel.
- On it.
Take Agent Chase with you.
Remy, come on, man. You know I don't
I don't need backup.
She's not backup.
We're hunting a fugitive
wanted for murder.
Plus, you love it at Rikers, right?
Yeah, it's the best for speed dating.
All right, just keep me posted.
- I parked up here.
- All right.
Get Al's partner down here.
- I want to talk to him.
- Uh, her.
Her name's Ann Whitley,
and I already called her.
And she's on her way.
We got a witness who
saw a suspicious looking
white man knock down
a lady and run into a subway.
Was it this guy?
Possibly.
Look, it's the L train.
So he's either heading
west into the city
or east to Rockaway.
All right, check it out.
Hana and I are going to wait here.
All right.
You feel like breakfast?
After what we just saw?
Not really.
I'm gonna see if I
can find an onion bagel,
also known as a bialy.
Call me when the partner gets here.
Why are you in such a good mood?
Take a wild guess.
Abby's in town.
- Boom.
- [CHUCKLES]
[HORN HONKS]
[LIGHT ORGAN MUSIC]
The body of Christ, the bread of Heaven.
♪
Blood of Christ, the cup of salvation.
The body of Christ, the bread of Heaven.
♪
Blood of Christ, the cup of salvation.
[TENSE MUSIC]
How long were you partners?
15 years.
This is so awful.
The DA told us about your gang case.
Do you think they could have done this?
It's possible.
Angel Zaharias was low-level.
And his other two buddies
were already convicted.
It's hard to imagine the
gang would risk killing a cop
to save Angel's sorry ass.
Plus, this seems way too
personal for a contract hit.
What about the woman in the room?
I don't know her.
But I assume
What?
He had lots of girlfriends
always coming and going.
He had a reputation as a horndog.
And, honestly, it was well-deserved.
None of the relationships
ever ended well.
Can you give us any names?
No.
Why not?
Because we never talked about it.
Survival tactic on my part, I guess.
But I wouldn't be surprised
if this is some kind
of jealous lover thing.
Oldest story in the book, right?
We'll look into that.
But in the meantime, until
we know who we're chasing,
I suggest you alter
your patterns a little bit.
Maybe find somewhere else to sleep.
That's actually not a bad idea.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Let's not rule her out.
♪
[DISHES CLANKING]
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Hey, Mom.
Well, look at you,
all dressed up in a suit.
You look handsome.
Happy birthday.
I didn't have time to get
you a present or anything.
Oh.
Don't worry about it.
You coming to brunch
with us is all I need.
Al will be here
to pick us up any minute.
Al's not a great guy, Mother.
What?
Do you know if he has other girlfriends?
[SIGHS] Of course he doesn't.
We've been together two years.
He loves me.
I don't like the way he hurts you.
Honey, I've told you.
That's over now.
Let me see your arms.
[SCOFFS] Why?
Just let me see 'em.
Gary, stop it.
I I don't know where
this is coming from.
But if you have a problem with Al, then
maybe you shouldn't come with us.
Why are you trying to ruin my birthday?
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Al isn't coming, Mother.
Where did you get this?
What have you done?
I love you, Mother.
I'm sorry.
♪
[GUNSHOT]
- Nice to hear from you.
- You too.
Love to the kids.
Okay, talk soon.
[SIGHS]
That was Barnes.
She said she knew Al back in the day
and confirms he was a bit of a playboy
but doesn't know any
of his current girlfriends.
Worth a shot.
- How's she doing out in D.C.?
- Good.
She thinks she'll be back soon.
Who are these from?
Uh, Ethan.
He sends them whenever he goes away.
What a show-off.
I mean, you can take them
and give 'em to Abby.
I don't mind.
She's allergic to flowers,
but she's got me.
Catch me up.
So the tip line's open.
But with that crappy
from-behind picture,
we're not getting much action.
Ray's still working with MTA.
Nina just got back from Rikers.
Zaharias denied the entire thing.
The DA is pissed.
The trial's off for tomorrow.
So we got nothing?
Well, the fingerprints for
the female victim came back.
Her name is Rosie Cruz, 29 years old,
single with no family.
She works as a waitress
at a restaurant in Queens.
She's very active on social media.
Al was robbing the cradle.
How's a 54-year-old man supposed to keep
up with a girl like that?
I don't know. Viagra?
What's the restaurant?
It's called Ricardo's.
It's at 111 70th.
All right. Have Nina meet me there
and keep digging out Al
and his lady friends.
If the gang didn't do this,
that's our best lead right now.
You're here about Rosie?
That's right.
Well, good luck, because
we open for brunch in 30,
and she hasn't even bothered to show up.
I don't think she'll be coming in today.
Why, did she get arrested?
Murdered at an apartment
in Brooklyn this morning.
Oh, my God.
Does Dave know?
Who's Dave?
Her boyfriend.
He works here in the kitchen.
Describe him for me.
Annoying. Creepy.
Terrible at béchamel sauce.
She means physically, wiseass.
I don't know.
White, 30s
maybe. Medium build.
He's here now.
Take us to him.
Dave, the FBI wants to talk to you.
Earth to Dave.
Did you hear me?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
- [HORN HONKS]
- Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
- Hands on your head!
- All right.
- Do you have a weapon on you?
- No.
Turn around.
Turn around. Don't move.
Any of that blood belong to Rosie?
What?
Your girlfriend.
- Did you see her today?
- No, not yet.
But she's working the lunch shift.
So yeah, I'm gonna see her.
How do you know Al Kelly?
Did Rosie tell you or you
figured it out on your own?
I don't know any Al Kelly.
- What the hell is going on?
- All right.
What were you doing
earlier this morning?
I was at the restaurant.
I started prep work at 6:00 a.m.
And there's cameras there to prove it.
I don't know.
Did something happen to Rosie?
'Cause if it did, I swear
to God, I did not do it.
Then why did you run?
Because I have a warrant
for a traffic ticket.
I thought you guys were
here to pick me up.
And I can't go to jail.
My mom is sick.
Do I look like a meter maid to you?
You really think the FBI would
pick you up on a traffic ticket?
How would I know?
Please just tell me, did
something happened to Rosie?
Oh, damn it. [GROANS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DISTORTED VOICES WHISPERING]
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
Ethan's girlfriend, talk to me.
Shut up. Where are you?
Long Island City.
NYPD found a suspicious
package at the 30th
Avenue Subway Station.
- I'm on my way.
- OK, change of plans.
A citizen just called the tip line
and reported a white male in a
suit by the Astoria Park pool.
He's talking on his cell
phone, holding a gun.
Very agitated.
He could be suicidal.
We think it's our guy?
The caller described the red
tie, which isn't on the NYPD
be-on-the-lookout photo.
So seems legit.
Remy and Nina are on their way.
All right, copy that.
I'm close. I'll beat 'em there.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
North side
of the pool is clear, over.
Unit 8, confirm that the FBI
is on scene.
We need to know if they've
got anyone undercover out there.
FBI on your frequency, all right?
We're in plain clothes.
- We got vests on.
- Copy that.
♪
He's not here.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
Look, I've looped the pool twice.
Police have talked to all these people.
I think it's a false alarm.
I don't know. The caller seemed
pretty specific about the red tie.
So maybe he got spooked
when PD showed up and left.
Or he was never here.
[PHONE RINGS]
What's up, Hana?
I checked the number
that the tip came in on,
and the phone's registered
to a woman named Nicole Vial.
I thought the caller was a male.
It was.
I called the number back,
and I pinged the location
to an alley in Williamsburg.
PD just found it in a dumpster.
So someone stole it.
Yeah, our fugitive.
How else would he know
to mention the red tie?
This guy is playing us.
He drew us out here to
throw us off his trail.
Well, all we know is he was
in Williamsburg 30 minutes ago.
Yeah, but where is he now?
♪
- Have you seen this man?
- Uh-uh.
Please call 911 if you do, all right?
- Thank you.
- Yeah, sure.
Please call 911 if you see this man.
Thank you.
If you see this man,
please call 911, OK?
- Yeah, you got it, sir.
- Thank you.
Hey, get the ahh!
Stop! Help!
- Somebody help me!
- [TIRES SQUEALING]
Help.
Ma'am! You OK?
- What happened?
- He took my car.
Who did?
Right there. He's right there!
Hey!
Freeze!
NYPD.
Hands in the air!
[GUNSHOTS]
[SCREAMS]
[TIRES SQUEALING]
It was a cheap-looking
suit with a red tie.
He just yanked me out and hit
me in the head and took my car.
- Was he armed?
- Handgun.
He fired half a dozen shots
at me when he stopped.
What do you mean, stopped?
Boo-boo was in the back seat.
He let her out before he took off again.
Well, this guy's a piece of work.
He kills two people and
then stops to save a dog?
No offense, but
I see two cameras there and there.
Check 'em to see if we can get
an image on this guy's face.
Put a BOLO on that Porsche Cayenne.
- Got it.
- [PHONE RINGS]
Front desk. How can I help?
Remy, I read through
Al Kelly's personnel file.
It was clean. But his name popped
up on a criminal court database.
Now, the docket online had been deleted,
so I went downtown
to read it in the court.
What do you got?
An order of protection
had been placed against Al
by a woman named Marianne Muscar.
She claimed he had
been beating her.
Now, the court set a hearing
in motion to show cause.
Why wasn't that in Al's files?
PD usually takes your weapon
if there's allegations
of domestic violence.
Because, a week later,
before the hearing,
Marianne changed her mind.
The judge said that
she vacated the filing
at Marianne's request.
She may have changed her mind,
but that's still some decent motive.
Exactly. Now, I haven't been
able to find any employment history.
But her last-known is Bed-Stuy.
- We should go see her.
- 100%.
- Ray, will meet you there.
- Yep.
Marianne Muscar,
it's the FBI.
We need to talk to you, please.
Marianne.
[TENSE MUSIC]
All right.
♪
What the hell is that?
Shirt sleeves.
♪
Clear.
Look, whoever's in there,
I need you to step out
with your hands in the air.
♪
That's Al Kelly's badge.
[CAMERA CLICKS]
I presume this is also his house key.
Yeah, our fugitive did this.
Call ERT. Get a coroner down here.
♪
[LIGHT PIANO MUSIC]
♪
♪
[DISTORTED VOICES WHISPERING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[LIGHT PIANO MUSIC]
♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Do we have an ETA on Remy?
10 minutes. Any updates?
Coroner estimates the time of death
was 11:00 a.m. this morning.
- On her birthday.
- Today is her birthday?
Yeah, hell of a birthday gift.
What about the bruises on her arms?
Coroner thinks they're
at least a week old.
Probably from Al Kelly.
If only she'd kept that
order of protection.
Guys.
Look, nobody's seen a black Cayenne.
But I found this in the trash out back.
- Good God.
- Yeah.
Hopefully this guy's in CODIS.
This is a DNA gold mine.
Guys, we can forget about
Al Kelly and any jealous exes.
It looks like we're looking
for the victim's son.
Marianne has a son?
Gary Muscar.
There the gray suit and a red tie.
Exactly.
35 years old, medium build.
He works for Omniscient
Casualty in Brooklyn.
Okay, does he have any priors?
No, but he has a limited-carry license
for a handgun and a rifle.
He lives with his wife
Darcy in Greenpoint.
All right, I'll call Remy,
tell him to divert and meet us.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[KNOCKING]
Gary Muscar?
FBI, open up.
♪
Clear.
♪
We're clear.
♪
I've got a laptop here.
In here.
Damn.
She's what, seven,
eight months' pregnant?
There it is.
We got gray suits, red ties.
Looks like he pressed them
before he hung them back up.
Remy.
"The thoughts won't go away.
"And no one cares.
"Al got what he deserved.
"Darcy will understand.
"I can't have my genes
passed down to our son.
"I'm sorry most about my mother.
"I don't want her to live with the shame
for what I'm about to do."
♪
No, I appreciate it.
Every little bit helps.
Yeah, you too.
Thanks.
I just spoke to the
rector at St. Baldwin's
Episcopal in Bushwick.
She says Gary's a longtime member.
He helped dispense communion
this morning at their 9:00 a.m. service.
9:00?
That's after the first murder.
Apparently he was
acting completely normal,
and no one suspected a thing.
Anything on his laptop yet?
- I'm working on it.
- What about his college?
He didn't go.
But look, I spoke to his high
school guidance counselor.
She said that Gary's from Texas, that he
knows his way around a gun.
He moved out here after
his parents got divorced.
And he's smart, like genius-level IQ.
He got accepted into
every school he applied to
but couldn't afford the tuition
so he went straight to work.
At a ten-year reunion, he was
bragging to everybody that he
was the first person to get
hired at Omniscient Casualty
without a college degree.
Well, he doesn't work
at Omniscient anymore.
I just spoke to his boss and
he was fired three weeks ago.
What for?
He threatened their biggest clients.
He came up with this
out-of-the-box policy that
was possibly even illegal.
And when the client said
that they didn't want it,
he told them that they were
even dumber than his bosses
and that he was going to make them pay,
just like everyone else
who thought that they
were smarter than him.
Guy's got a superiority complex.
On top of obvious mental issues.
He's a tortured genius,
just like Schumann.
Who?
Schumann was a brilliant
musician who famously went insane.
The piece that Gary was listening to
was the last thing that
Schumann wrote before they
carted him off to the asylum.
I mean, he is cuckoo crazy.
I'll give you that.
But this morning feels
very well-planned.
You're right.
First, he kills his wife, unborn son,
Rosie, Al,
then his mom.
They were all found in bed.
His mother was the only
one that was posed.
The fact that it's her birthday
also feels oddly specific.
Yeah, mommy issues.
Maybe that's what triggered him.
He also had the presence of
mind to swat us to a fake location.
He was on the subway all day,
then the carjacking happens.
What the hell is his next move?
Possibly going after
the clients that said no
or even the bosses?
Check this out.
Gary created a fake
account two weeks ago,
all videos of the climate change
protests at Ridgewell
College in Brooklyn.
And he flames everyone.
"Dumb bitch.
"You want to change the
world, but you're worried
about your meal plan."
"Entitled dilettantes should be studying
and not wasting my time."
Gary didn't go to Ridgewell,
but he obviously
has issue with these kids.
Call Ridgewell.
See if they hired any new employees
in the last few weeks.
♪
[TOGETHER] Climate change is not a lie.
Do not let our planet die.
Climate change is not a lie.
Do not let our planet die.
Climate change is not a lie.
Do not let our planet die.
Climate change is not a lie.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Hey, new guy, they closed the cafeteria.
We're not serving dinner tonight.
Why?
Oh, it's 'cause of the protests.
I guess they're trying to punish us.
Are you one of them?
Hell yeah, I am.
What are you protesting?
Climate change.
We want the university
to divest their endowment
holdings in big oil.
It's a college, not a university.
Are you aware that
the fossil fuel industry
funds over 80% of the research
here in science and engineering?
Yeah, I mean, we don't like that either.
We want to shut that blood money down.
So what the professors,
student, staff,
they're just out of luck?
They can go somewhere else.
Look, I don't like
climate change, either.
But instead of trashing the quad
and making everybody miserable,
why don't you go to class
and earn a degree and get a real job
so you effect real change?
Yeah, that's, uh,
that's a good idea, man.
But I don't know.
Right now, this is a lot more fun.
That's school property.
What are you gonna do,
turn us into the ice police?
Take the win and go home.
I'm sure some goons from admin will be
here at some point to lock up.
Later.
Later.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Later.
♪
[DEVICE BEEPS]
♪
Agents Scott and Cannon,
we need to clear this quad.
We wish.
Standing orders from the
president is monitor and observe.
Let the kids exercise
their First Amendment rights.
We're not here for the protests.
We're looking for an armed fugitive.
My team is spreading out,
and PD is on their way.
His name is Gary Muscar.
Works in food services.
- Have you seen him?
- No.
Nothing came over the radio.
Is there a dining hall near
here, anywhere he might work?
Over there.
But it's closed today.
President's orders.
Remy, I've got the black
Cayenne in the back parking lot.
I see it too.
We need to clear that building.
All right. Look, he's here.
- We got to clear the campus.
- I don't know.
They've been here over a week.
I don't think they'll move.
[TENSE MUSIC]
- Hey!
- All right, listen up.
We need to clear this encampment.
And you all need to disperse right now.
- Hey, look, pigs.
- Pigs.
Nice try, poser.
You get that vest at a costume store?
We have a credible threat of
a possible shooter on campus.
None of you are safe.
Do you understand that?
Screw you, buddy.
Who brought the bacon?
Hey! Hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
You all want to go to jail
for assaulting an officer?
- Ooh!
- What are you going to do?
You gonna shoot me?
[LAUGHTER]
All right, everybody calm down
and get the hell out of here now.
Hell no, we won't go!
[TOGETHER] Hell no, we won't go.
Hell no, we won't go!
[FIRECRACKERS BOOMING]
Move! Go, go, go!
Go, go! Move, move, get out of here!
Go! Move, move, move!
[ALL SCREAMING]
Go, go, go, go!
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
It's just firecrackers.
[LOUD EXPLOSION]
[ALL SCREAMING]
[SIRENS WAILING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
And then we need bomb
squad and SWAT down here.
- You guys need help in there?
- No.
Keep searching.
He's got to be around here someplace.
All the other trash cans are clear.
I'll I'll get her.
You take him, all right?
I got you. I got you. Come on.
All right. You ready?
Here we go. Come on. Come on.
♪
♪
[GUNSHOT]
Shots fired. We got one down.
Where are you?
East side of the cafeteria building.
Can you see the shooter?
- [GUNSHOT]
- Negative.
♪
Stay where you are! Don't move!
Stay down!
[SIRENS WAILING]
[GUNSHOTS]
Ahh! Ahh!
- Hey, get back in the tent.
- Get behind that tree!
Move!
[GUNSHOT]
Take cover.
Down, down, down, down, down!
- [GUNSHOT]
- Ahh!
He's up there.
He's on top of the admin building.
Should we come to you?
No, you should wait.
Don't move.
He's moving back and forth.
He's making his move.
Now or never.
♪
[GUNSHOTS]
[GUN CLICKING]
♪
FBI!
Hands in the air!
Get back. Get away from me.
We're not going anywhere.
Is there another bomb, Gary?
- Is there another bomb?
- No.
I had a plan.
There was no there's no more bombs.
All right, I believe you.
Put the gun down.
Just shoot me! Get it over with!
We're not doing that,
and neither are you.
Come on, Gary.
You don't want to die today, son.
Yes, I do.
I'm a horrible person.
I've done horrible things.
All right.
So tell us about the voices,
the ones that won't go away.
No, they're not
they're not voices.
Then what are they?
They're just they're just thoughts.
They keep happening in my head.
I can't make them stop.
If you're sick,
we can get you some help.
No, I don't want help.
Why does everybody think they know
the answers better than me?
I know you're smart, Gary.
Of course you know all the answers.
Why don't you tell us what they are?
[SIRENS WAILING]
No, I I can't.
Yes, you can.
Maybe saying them out loud
will help us understand.
Come on, son.
Let us in.
He did the same thing to
my mother that Al Kelly did.
Who did?
My father.
He'd beat her and then have sex with her
and then beat her up again.
And it never stopped.
She never even left him.
He left her because he
he said she was weak.
That repulsed you.
No.
I I wanted to do the same thing.
I wanted to have sex with my mother
and then beat her up and
then have sex with her again.
I couldn't stop it, even with my wife.
I couldn't I couldn't
stop thinking about it.
But you didn't, Gary. Right?
You didn't.
I'm sorry. I'm disgusting.
They're just thoughts.
You never acted on them.
I'm so sorry.
[GUN CLICKS]
Drop your weapon!
Drop it!
Turn around!
Put your hands in the air.
[SOBBING]
- [GRUNTS]
- Hey!
♪
You good?
Getting too old for this crap.
[JAZZY MUSIC]
♪
I was checking the
news on my phone all day.
We were really worried about you.
The guy really killed his mother?
He did.
I'd rather hear about your day, though.
Well, we started in Chinatown.
I brought her to Dad's favorite place.
Royal Dragon is still there?
Yeah, so are Mr. Zhang and his wife.
They said to say hello.
It was amazing, actually.
We ordered Peking duck.
And then Claire went across the street
to this little cute wine
shop, and she got us Prosecco.
That was just to get
your mind right so you
would agree to two museums.
Which ones?
The Noguchi and the Cloisters.
Also amazing.
Oh, and I, uh
I got you something.
Sausage from the Cloisters.
- Mm-hmm.
- Arthur Avenue.
We hit the market on the way home, which
is where that wine came from.
Slide that over.
Sorry.
So are you gonna tell
him the big news or
What big news?
Uh
your sister is moving to Paris.
Temporarily.
I was offered a job running
a small gallery in the Marais.
I've always wanted to live in Paris.
And I'm not getting any
younger, so I figured, why not?
How cool is that?
It's only for six months.
And Mom has great caregivers.
She'll be fine.
I think it's great.
I know that was a
a dream of yours for a long time.
Just my my head is ringing,
and my jaw is killing me.
Do you want more Advil?
I already took some.
Well, maybe you should lie down.
Yeah.
I think I will.
I feel like I'm falling apart.
Ah, no, Remy.
You just got bashed
in the face by a psycho.
You're not falling apart.
You're just human.
[GROANS]
Are you OK?
Yeah.
I'm fine.
You want your wine?
No.
Well, now I definitely
know you're not OK.
[CHUCKLES]
Please, don't make me laugh right now.
It hurts so much.
Oh, sorry.
Mm.
I just want to lie here.
OK.
[GENTLE MUSIC]
♪
[WOLF HOWLS]
That's not going to work.
- I'm going to the stadium today.
- [DOG BARKS]
Tailgating's at noon.
Honey, I did tell you.
Can't we just reschedule
for next weekend?
All right, look, I just got here.
I'll be up in a second, OK?
[TOUCHPAD BEEPING]
[DOOR BUZZES]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
♪
♪
[GASPING]
[AIR HISSING]
[MONITOR BEEPING]
Albert, wake up.
Your damn machine's beeping again.
♪
[JAZZY MUSIC]
♪
[SIREN WAILING]
[PHONE RINGS]
Sorry.
I thought I had it on me.
That's OK.
Here.
Good morning, Hana.
Did NYPD ask for our help?
OK.
Tell Isobel we're on it,
and text me the address.
You have to go?
[SIGHS] Yeah.
Cop murdered in Brooklyn along
with an unknown female victim.
Dear God, this city is never
gonna stop freaking me out.
So sorry, Abby.
I know you came all the way
up here for the weekend.
That's because it was my turn.
That's how the whole
long-distance thing works.
I feel bad, though.
Now our Sunday is ruined.
No, it's not. I love your sister.
She and I can still make a day of it.
Added bonus, I do not have to
do the Hayden Planetarium now.
- Hey, that show rocks.
- Ooh.
I know you love it.
It's you've taken me twice.
But I find this obsession both,
like, nerdy and ridiculous,
but in a very charming way.
I had plans, you know.
I was gonna let you sleep in.
Mm-hmm.
Breakfast in bed,
along with other things in bed.
Are you coming back tonight?
Hopefully, unless our
bad guy flees the state.
Well, let's just hope he doesn't,
because I will still be here.
My flight doesn't leave
till 6:00 a.m. tomorrow.
Hmm.
That is a raincheck I will take.
- I really have to go.
- Uh-huh.
I'm not stopping you.
Maybe not intentionally.
[CHUCKLING]
And I see this guy.
He's wearing this red tie.
And I take this picture.
No signs of forced entry,
so the killer either
let himself in or had a key.
- Who's the vic?
- He's a detective.
His name's Al Kelly.
He's in that room down there.
But first, here's our female victim.
She has multiple stab
wounds and defensive
wounds on her hand.
She really tried to fight this guy.
Have we ID'd her yet?
No. No one's been able
to find her phone or wallet.
CSU have taken prints;
they're working on it.
A neighbor across the way
heard screaming and called 911.
They weren't able to see anything
because the window shade was down.
Maybe she's Al's daughter or sister.
I think it's more a
boyfriend-girlfriend thing.
Then why is she sleeping in here?
I have a theory on that.
Do you remember I told you
about my old roommate Crosby
and how he used to snore a lot?
No.
Well, he did.
And Al had the same problem.
It's a CPAP machine.
Crosby used to hate wearing the mask.
I presume that his girlfriend
got sick of the racket
and moved rooms to keep her sanity.
Well, this is gruesome.
What do we know about Al Kelly?
He was on the job for 25 years.
He got divorced in 2004.
He bought this apartment a year later.
Wallet and phone are
here but no gun or badge?
I've never known a cop who
didn't keep those handy.
Maybe the killer took them.
Hey, guys.
One of the neighbors got a
picture of a potential suspect.
He first saw him outside the building
when he was coming home
from walking his dog.
10 minutes later,
his wife heard a scream.
He ran outside and saw the
same guy exiting the building.
Described him as a white male, mid-30s,
medium build in a suit and a red tie.
Not the greatest photo in the world.
But send it to everyone
and put a BOLO out.
Yeah, I already did.
Brooklyn DA's outside
and wants to talk to us.
Ozempic Jake.
Looking good, kid.
Is it Al Kelly?
Yeah, stabbed to death.
- You want to have a look?
- No.
It's just damn it.
What's the matter? You knew him?
Yeah, he and his partner
are the lead investigators
on the case I'm trying.
What's the case?
Double homicide.
Puerto Rican gang called Dos Siete.
There's three defendants.
I've already put two away.
But the third guy, Angel Zaharias,
his trial starts Monday.
Al Kelly was gonna be my first witness.
You think this was a hit
from the gang to silence him?
I'm damn sure gonna find out.
Zaharias is at Rikers, and we've
been monitoring his calls.
But these pricks still have
a way of communicating.
So I'm gonna go talk to him.
- Set it up with his counsel.
- On it.
Take Agent Chase with you.
Remy, come on, man. You know I don't
I don't need backup.
She's not backup.
We're hunting a fugitive
wanted for murder.
Plus, you love it at Rikers, right?
Yeah, it's the best for speed dating.
All right, just keep me posted.
- I parked up here.
- All right.
Get Al's partner down here.
- I want to talk to him.
- Uh, her.
Her name's Ann Whitley,
and I already called her.
And she's on her way.
We got a witness who
saw a suspicious looking
white man knock down
a lady and run into a subway.
Was it this guy?
Possibly.
Look, it's the L train.
So he's either heading
west into the city
or east to Rockaway.
All right, check it out.
Hana and I are going to wait here.
All right.
You feel like breakfast?
After what we just saw?
Not really.
I'm gonna see if I
can find an onion bagel,
also known as a bialy.
Call me when the partner gets here.
Why are you in such a good mood?
Take a wild guess.
Abby's in town.
- Boom.
- [CHUCKLES]
[HORN HONKS]
[LIGHT ORGAN MUSIC]
The body of Christ, the bread of Heaven.
♪
Blood of Christ, the cup of salvation.
The body of Christ, the bread of Heaven.
♪
Blood of Christ, the cup of salvation.
[TENSE MUSIC]
How long were you partners?
15 years.
This is so awful.
The DA told us about your gang case.
Do you think they could have done this?
It's possible.
Angel Zaharias was low-level.
And his other two buddies
were already convicted.
It's hard to imagine the
gang would risk killing a cop
to save Angel's sorry ass.
Plus, this seems way too
personal for a contract hit.
What about the woman in the room?
I don't know her.
But I assume
What?
He had lots of girlfriends
always coming and going.
He had a reputation as a horndog.
And, honestly, it was well-deserved.
None of the relationships
ever ended well.
Can you give us any names?
No.
Why not?
Because we never talked about it.
Survival tactic on my part, I guess.
But I wouldn't be surprised
if this is some kind
of jealous lover thing.
Oldest story in the book, right?
We'll look into that.
But in the meantime, until
we know who we're chasing,
I suggest you alter
your patterns a little bit.
Maybe find somewhere else to sleep.
That's actually not a bad idea.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Let's not rule her out.
♪
[DISHES CLANKING]
♪
Hey, Mom.
Well, look at you,
all dressed up in a suit.
You look handsome.
Happy birthday.
I didn't have time to get
you a present or anything.
Oh.
Don't worry about it.
You coming to brunch
with us is all I need.
Al will be here
to pick us up any minute.
Al's not a great guy, Mother.
What?
Do you know if he has other girlfriends?
[SIGHS] Of course he doesn't.
We've been together two years.
He loves me.
I don't like the way he hurts you.
Honey, I've told you.
That's over now.
Let me see your arms.
[SCOFFS] Why?
Just let me see 'em.
Gary, stop it.
I I don't know where
this is coming from.
But if you have a problem with Al, then
maybe you shouldn't come with us.
Why are you trying to ruin my birthday?
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Al isn't coming, Mother.
Where did you get this?
What have you done?
I love you, Mother.
I'm sorry.
♪
[GUNSHOT]
- Nice to hear from you.
- You too.
Love to the kids.
Okay, talk soon.
[SIGHS]
That was Barnes.
She said she knew Al back in the day
and confirms he was a bit of a playboy
but doesn't know any
of his current girlfriends.
Worth a shot.
- How's she doing out in D.C.?
- Good.
She thinks she'll be back soon.
Who are these from?
Uh, Ethan.
He sends them whenever he goes away.
What a show-off.
I mean, you can take them
and give 'em to Abby.
I don't mind.
She's allergic to flowers,
but she's got me.
Catch me up.
So the tip line's open.
But with that crappy
from-behind picture,
we're not getting much action.
Ray's still working with MTA.
Nina just got back from Rikers.
Zaharias denied the entire thing.
The DA is pissed.
The trial's off for tomorrow.
So we got nothing?
Well, the fingerprints for
the female victim came back.
Her name is Rosie Cruz, 29 years old,
single with no family.
She works as a waitress
at a restaurant in Queens.
She's very active on social media.
Al was robbing the cradle.
How's a 54-year-old man supposed to keep
up with a girl like that?
I don't know. Viagra?
What's the restaurant?
It's called Ricardo's.
It's at 111 70th.
All right. Have Nina meet me there
and keep digging out Al
and his lady friends.
If the gang didn't do this,
that's our best lead right now.
You're here about Rosie?
That's right.
Well, good luck, because
we open for brunch in 30,
and she hasn't even bothered to show up.
I don't think she'll be coming in today.
Why, did she get arrested?
Murdered at an apartment
in Brooklyn this morning.
Oh, my God.
Does Dave know?
Who's Dave?
Her boyfriend.
He works here in the kitchen.
Describe him for me.
Annoying. Creepy.
Terrible at béchamel sauce.
She means physically, wiseass.
I don't know.
White, 30s
maybe. Medium build.
He's here now.
Take us to him.
Dave, the FBI wants to talk to you.
Earth to Dave.
Did you hear me?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
- [HORN HONKS]
- Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
- Hands on your head!
- All right.
- Do you have a weapon on you?
- No.
Turn around.
Turn around. Don't move.
Any of that blood belong to Rosie?
What?
Your girlfriend.
- Did you see her today?
- No, not yet.
But she's working the lunch shift.
So yeah, I'm gonna see her.
How do you know Al Kelly?
Did Rosie tell you or you
figured it out on your own?
I don't know any Al Kelly.
- What the hell is going on?
- All right.
What were you doing
earlier this morning?
I was at the restaurant.
I started prep work at 6:00 a.m.
And there's cameras there to prove it.
I don't know.
Did something happen to Rosie?
'Cause if it did, I swear
to God, I did not do it.
Then why did you run?
Because I have a warrant
for a traffic ticket.
I thought you guys were
here to pick me up.
And I can't go to jail.
My mom is sick.
Do I look like a meter maid to you?
You really think the FBI would
pick you up on a traffic ticket?
How would I know?
Please just tell me, did
something happened to Rosie?
Oh, damn it. [GROANS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DISTORTED VOICES WHISPERING]
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
Ethan's girlfriend, talk to me.
Shut up. Where are you?
Long Island City.
NYPD found a suspicious
package at the 30th
Avenue Subway Station.
- I'm on my way.
- OK, change of plans.
A citizen just called the tip line
and reported a white male in a
suit by the Astoria Park pool.
He's talking on his cell
phone, holding a gun.
Very agitated.
He could be suicidal.
We think it's our guy?
The caller described the red
tie, which isn't on the NYPD
be-on-the-lookout photo.
So seems legit.
Remy and Nina are on their way.
All right, copy that.
I'm close. I'll beat 'em there.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
North side
of the pool is clear, over.
Unit 8, confirm that the FBI
is on scene.
We need to know if they've
got anyone undercover out there.
FBI on your frequency, all right?
We're in plain clothes.
- We got vests on.
- Copy that.
♪
He's not here.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
Look, I've looped the pool twice.
Police have talked to all these people.
I think it's a false alarm.
I don't know. The caller seemed
pretty specific about the red tie.
So maybe he got spooked
when PD showed up and left.
Or he was never here.
[PHONE RINGS]
What's up, Hana?
I checked the number
that the tip came in on,
and the phone's registered
to a woman named Nicole Vial.
I thought the caller was a male.
It was.
I called the number back,
and I pinged the location
to an alley in Williamsburg.
PD just found it in a dumpster.
So someone stole it.
Yeah, our fugitive.
How else would he know
to mention the red tie?
This guy is playing us.
He drew us out here to
throw us off his trail.
Well, all we know is he was
in Williamsburg 30 minutes ago.
Yeah, but where is he now?
♪
- Have you seen this man?
- Uh-uh.
Please call 911 if you do, all right?
- Thank you.
- Yeah, sure.
Please call 911 if you see this man.
Thank you.
If you see this man,
please call 911, OK?
- Yeah, you got it, sir.
- Thank you.
Hey, get the ahh!
Stop! Help!
- Somebody help me!
- [TIRES SQUEALING]
Help.
Ma'am! You OK?
- What happened?
- He took my car.
Who did?
Right there. He's right there!
Hey!
Freeze!
NYPD.
Hands in the air!
[GUNSHOTS]
[SCREAMS]
[TIRES SQUEALING]
It was a cheap-looking
suit with a red tie.
He just yanked me out and hit
me in the head and took my car.
- Was he armed?
- Handgun.
He fired half a dozen shots
at me when he stopped.
What do you mean, stopped?
Boo-boo was in the back seat.
He let her out before he took off again.
Well, this guy's a piece of work.
He kills two people and
then stops to save a dog?
No offense, but
I see two cameras there and there.
Check 'em to see if we can get
an image on this guy's face.
Put a BOLO on that Porsche Cayenne.
- Got it.
- [PHONE RINGS]
Front desk. How can I help?
Remy, I read through
Al Kelly's personnel file.
It was clean. But his name popped
up on a criminal court database.
Now, the docket online had been deleted,
so I went downtown
to read it in the court.
What do you got?
An order of protection
had been placed against Al
by a woman named Marianne Muscar.
She claimed he had
been beating her.
Now, the court set a hearing
in motion to show cause.
Why wasn't that in Al's files?
PD usually takes your weapon
if there's allegations
of domestic violence.
Because, a week later,
before the hearing,
Marianne changed her mind.
The judge said that
she vacated the filing
at Marianne's request.
She may have changed her mind,
but that's still some decent motive.
Exactly. Now, I haven't been
able to find any employment history.
But her last-known is Bed-Stuy.
- We should go see her.
- 100%.
- Ray, will meet you there.
- Yep.
Marianne Muscar,
it's the FBI.
We need to talk to you, please.
Marianne.
[TENSE MUSIC]
All right.
♪
What the hell is that?
Shirt sleeves.
♪
Clear.
Look, whoever's in there,
I need you to step out
with your hands in the air.
♪
That's Al Kelly's badge.
[CAMERA CLICKS]
I presume this is also his house key.
Yeah, our fugitive did this.
Call ERT. Get a coroner down here.
♪
[LIGHT PIANO MUSIC]
♪
♪
[DISTORTED VOICES WHISPERING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[LIGHT PIANO MUSIC]
♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Do we have an ETA on Remy?
10 minutes. Any updates?
Coroner estimates the time of death
was 11:00 a.m. this morning.
- On her birthday.
- Today is her birthday?
Yeah, hell of a birthday gift.
What about the bruises on her arms?
Coroner thinks they're
at least a week old.
Probably from Al Kelly.
If only she'd kept that
order of protection.
Guys.
Look, nobody's seen a black Cayenne.
But I found this in the trash out back.
- Good God.
- Yeah.
Hopefully this guy's in CODIS.
This is a DNA gold mine.
Guys, we can forget about
Al Kelly and any jealous exes.
It looks like we're looking
for the victim's son.
Marianne has a son?
Gary Muscar.
There the gray suit and a red tie.
Exactly.
35 years old, medium build.
He works for Omniscient
Casualty in Brooklyn.
Okay, does he have any priors?
No, but he has a limited-carry license
for a handgun and a rifle.
He lives with his wife
Darcy in Greenpoint.
All right, I'll call Remy,
tell him to divert and meet us.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[KNOCKING]
Gary Muscar?
FBI, open up.
♪
Clear.
♪
We're clear.
♪
I've got a laptop here.
In here.
Damn.
She's what, seven,
eight months' pregnant?
There it is.
We got gray suits, red ties.
Looks like he pressed them
before he hung them back up.
Remy.
"The thoughts won't go away.
"And no one cares.
"Al got what he deserved.
"Darcy will understand.
"I can't have my genes
passed down to our son.
"I'm sorry most about my mother.
"I don't want her to live with the shame
for what I'm about to do."
♪
No, I appreciate it.
Every little bit helps.
Yeah, you too.
Thanks.
I just spoke to the
rector at St. Baldwin's
Episcopal in Bushwick.
She says Gary's a longtime member.
He helped dispense communion
this morning at their 9:00 a.m. service.
9:00?
That's after the first murder.
Apparently he was
acting completely normal,
and no one suspected a thing.
Anything on his laptop yet?
- I'm working on it.
- What about his college?
He didn't go.
But look, I spoke to his high
school guidance counselor.
She said that Gary's from Texas, that he
knows his way around a gun.
He moved out here after
his parents got divorced.
And he's smart, like genius-level IQ.
He got accepted into
every school he applied to
but couldn't afford the tuition
so he went straight to work.
At a ten-year reunion, he was
bragging to everybody that he
was the first person to get
hired at Omniscient Casualty
without a college degree.
Well, he doesn't work
at Omniscient anymore.
I just spoke to his boss and
he was fired three weeks ago.
What for?
He threatened their biggest clients.
He came up with this
out-of-the-box policy that
was possibly even illegal.
And when the client said
that they didn't want it,
he told them that they were
even dumber than his bosses
and that he was going to make them pay,
just like everyone else
who thought that they
were smarter than him.
Guy's got a superiority complex.
On top of obvious mental issues.
He's a tortured genius,
just like Schumann.
Who?
Schumann was a brilliant
musician who famously went insane.
The piece that Gary was listening to
was the last thing that
Schumann wrote before they
carted him off to the asylum.
I mean, he is cuckoo crazy.
I'll give you that.
But this morning feels
very well-planned.
You're right.
First, he kills his wife, unborn son,
Rosie, Al,
then his mom.
They were all found in bed.
His mother was the only
one that was posed.
The fact that it's her birthday
also feels oddly specific.
Yeah, mommy issues.
Maybe that's what triggered him.
He also had the presence of
mind to swat us to a fake location.
He was on the subway all day,
then the carjacking happens.
What the hell is his next move?
Possibly going after
the clients that said no
or even the bosses?
Check this out.
Gary created a fake
account two weeks ago,
all videos of the climate change
protests at Ridgewell
College in Brooklyn.
And he flames everyone.
"Dumb bitch.
"You want to change the
world, but you're worried
about your meal plan."
"Entitled dilettantes should be studying
and not wasting my time."
Gary didn't go to Ridgewell,
but he obviously
has issue with these kids.
Call Ridgewell.
See if they hired any new employees
in the last few weeks.
♪
[TOGETHER] Climate change is not a lie.
Do not let our planet die.
Climate change is not a lie.
Do not let our planet die.
Climate change is not a lie.
Do not let our planet die.
Climate change is not a lie.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Hey, new guy, they closed the cafeteria.
We're not serving dinner tonight.
Why?
Oh, it's 'cause of the protests.
I guess they're trying to punish us.
Are you one of them?
Hell yeah, I am.
What are you protesting?
Climate change.
We want the university
to divest their endowment
holdings in big oil.
It's a college, not a university.
Are you aware that
the fossil fuel industry
funds over 80% of the research
here in science and engineering?
Yeah, I mean, we don't like that either.
We want to shut that blood money down.
So what the professors,
student, staff,
they're just out of luck?
They can go somewhere else.
Look, I don't like
climate change, either.
But instead of trashing the quad
and making everybody miserable,
why don't you go to class
and earn a degree and get a real job
so you effect real change?
Yeah, that's, uh,
that's a good idea, man.
But I don't know.
Right now, this is a lot more fun.
That's school property.
What are you gonna do,
turn us into the ice police?
Take the win and go home.
I'm sure some goons from admin will be
here at some point to lock up.
Later.
Later.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Later.
♪
[DEVICE BEEPS]
♪
Agents Scott and Cannon,
we need to clear this quad.
We wish.
Standing orders from the
president is monitor and observe.
Let the kids exercise
their First Amendment rights.
We're not here for the protests.
We're looking for an armed fugitive.
My team is spreading out,
and PD is on their way.
His name is Gary Muscar.
Works in food services.
- Have you seen him?
- No.
Nothing came over the radio.
Is there a dining hall near
here, anywhere he might work?
Over there.
But it's closed today.
President's orders.
Remy, I've got the black
Cayenne in the back parking lot.
I see it too.
We need to clear that building.
All right. Look, he's here.
- We got to clear the campus.
- I don't know.
They've been here over a week.
I don't think they'll move.
[TENSE MUSIC]
- Hey!
- All right, listen up.
We need to clear this encampment.
And you all need to disperse right now.
- Hey, look, pigs.
- Pigs.
Nice try, poser.
You get that vest at a costume store?
We have a credible threat of
a possible shooter on campus.
None of you are safe.
Do you understand that?
Screw you, buddy.
Who brought the bacon?
Hey! Hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
You all want to go to jail
for assaulting an officer?
- Ooh!
- What are you going to do?
You gonna shoot me?
[LAUGHTER]
All right, everybody calm down
and get the hell out of here now.
Hell no, we won't go!
[TOGETHER] Hell no, we won't go.
Hell no, we won't go!
[FIRECRACKERS BOOMING]
Move! Go, go, go!
Go, go! Move, move, get out of here!
Go! Move, move, move!
[ALL SCREAMING]
Go, go, go, go!
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
It's just firecrackers.
[LOUD EXPLOSION]
[ALL SCREAMING]
[SIRENS WAILING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
And then we need bomb
squad and SWAT down here.
- You guys need help in there?
- No.
Keep searching.
He's got to be around here someplace.
All the other trash cans are clear.
I'll I'll get her.
You take him, all right?
I got you. I got you. Come on.
All right. You ready?
Here we go. Come on. Come on.
♪
♪
[GUNSHOT]
Shots fired. We got one down.
Where are you?
East side of the cafeteria building.
Can you see the shooter?
- [GUNSHOT]
- Negative.
♪
Stay where you are! Don't move!
Stay down!
[SIRENS WAILING]
[GUNSHOTS]
Ahh! Ahh!
- Hey, get back in the tent.
- Get behind that tree!
Move!
[GUNSHOT]
Take cover.
Down, down, down, down, down!
- [GUNSHOT]
- Ahh!
He's up there.
He's on top of the admin building.
Should we come to you?
No, you should wait.
Don't move.
He's moving back and forth.
He's making his move.
Now or never.
♪
[GUNSHOTS]
[GUN CLICKING]
♪
FBI!
Hands in the air!
Get back. Get away from me.
We're not going anywhere.
Is there another bomb, Gary?
- Is there another bomb?
- No.
I had a plan.
There was no there's no more bombs.
All right, I believe you.
Put the gun down.
Just shoot me! Get it over with!
We're not doing that,
and neither are you.
Come on, Gary.
You don't want to die today, son.
Yes, I do.
I'm a horrible person.
I've done horrible things.
All right.
So tell us about the voices,
the ones that won't go away.
No, they're not
they're not voices.
Then what are they?
They're just they're just thoughts.
They keep happening in my head.
I can't make them stop.
If you're sick,
we can get you some help.
No, I don't want help.
Why does everybody think they know
the answers better than me?
I know you're smart, Gary.
Of course you know all the answers.
Why don't you tell us what they are?
[SIRENS WAILING]
No, I I can't.
Yes, you can.
Maybe saying them out loud
will help us understand.
Come on, son.
Let us in.
He did the same thing to
my mother that Al Kelly did.
Who did?
My father.
He'd beat her and then have sex with her
and then beat her up again.
And it never stopped.
She never even left him.
He left her because he
he said she was weak.
That repulsed you.
No.
I I wanted to do the same thing.
I wanted to have sex with my mother
and then beat her up and
then have sex with her again.
I couldn't stop it, even with my wife.
I couldn't I couldn't
stop thinking about it.
But you didn't, Gary. Right?
You didn't.
I'm sorry. I'm disgusting.
They're just thoughts.
You never acted on them.
I'm so sorry.
[GUN CLICKS]
Drop your weapon!
Drop it!
Turn around!
Put your hands in the air.
[SOBBING]
- [GRUNTS]
- Hey!
♪
You good?
Getting too old for this crap.
[JAZZY MUSIC]
♪
I was checking the
news on my phone all day.
We were really worried about you.
The guy really killed his mother?
He did.
I'd rather hear about your day, though.
Well, we started in Chinatown.
I brought her to Dad's favorite place.
Royal Dragon is still there?
Yeah, so are Mr. Zhang and his wife.
They said to say hello.
It was amazing, actually.
We ordered Peking duck.
And then Claire went across the street
to this little cute wine
shop, and she got us Prosecco.
That was just to get
your mind right so you
would agree to two museums.
Which ones?
The Noguchi and the Cloisters.
Also amazing.
Oh, and I, uh
I got you something.
Sausage from the Cloisters.
- Mm-hmm.
- Arthur Avenue.
We hit the market on the way home, which
is where that wine came from.
Slide that over.
Sorry.
So are you gonna tell
him the big news or
What big news?
Uh
your sister is moving to Paris.
Temporarily.
I was offered a job running
a small gallery in the Marais.
I've always wanted to live in Paris.
And I'm not getting any
younger, so I figured, why not?
How cool is that?
It's only for six months.
And Mom has great caregivers.
She'll be fine.
I think it's great.
I know that was a
a dream of yours for a long time.
Just my my head is ringing,
and my jaw is killing me.
Do you want more Advil?
I already took some.
Well, maybe you should lie down.
Yeah.
I think I will.
I feel like I'm falling apart.
Ah, no, Remy.
You just got bashed
in the face by a psycho.
You're not falling apart.
You're just human.
[GROANS]
Are you OK?
Yeah.
I'm fine.
You want your wine?
No.
Well, now I definitely
know you're not OK.
[CHUCKLES]
Please, don't make me laugh right now.
It hurts so much.
Oh, sorry.
Mm.
I just want to lie here.
OK.
[GENTLE MUSIC]
♪
[WOLF HOWLS]