L.A.'s Finest (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Beverly Hills Cops - full transcript

[FILTERED BREATHING]

[BEEPS]

♪♪ ♪♪

Good meeting?

Routine, Nico.
Painfully routine.

Well, your bone density
looks good.

And I don't see
any hairline fractures.

Congratulations. You're free.

No cast. Okay.

LUCA: Gonna give you a little
something for the swelling

just in case,
but other than that,



you guys are good to go.

No follow-ups. Pharmacy
just down the hall.

Thanks. I'll get this filled
and meet you in the car.

All right. I'll sign you out.

Uh, thank you for coming in.

Oh,
yeah. I know you're super busy and...

Yeah,
it's fine. It's my job. Happy to do it.

Speaking of jobs, um,
how have you been?

You been busy?

Yeah. Been pretty busy.

You know, life's, like,
complicated with work and...

You know. Sounds like the, uh,

the brooding cop routine.

I don't really remember how



the rest of that goes,
though. Could you remind me?

There's, like,
a whole... You know, I...

I actually put my life
on the line every day.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

And I see gruesome things

that I can't get out of my
head. "Gruesome." I-I'm sorry.

I can't really relate.
I work in an ER,

and, I mean, usually,
we have puppies

and cupcakes in here.
We pass them around

for a couple hours and call it a day. Okay,
okay.

Your job is as
traumatic as mine.

Thank you. Happy?

[PHONE CHIMES]

I, uh, uh...

Like clockwork. I
have to handle this.

I'm sorry, there's a...

Cupcakes and kittens. Yeah,
exactly.

Um...

I'll see you again soon,
Detective?

Right.

Jen's tape.

Quality was bad,

so I got Fletcher

to work his magic.

[LAUGHS] What did it cost you?

Dodger tickets.
Behind home plate.

He tried to negotiate a
dinner for two with you.

I thought about it.

Well,
it was cheaper than the tickets.

Fletcher restored and digitized

all the footage
he could recover.

JEN: Hi.

If you're watching this,
then you realize that I'm not dead.

I'm sure you have
lots of questions,

and let me just...

[STATIC]

Wait, what'd she say?

And I...

I'm not sure.

I wish I could tell you everything,
but...

[STATIC]

I love you, Emma.

And I miss you.

I miss you so much.

Jen, Jen.

Jen, what'd you take?

Jen, focus.

Look at me,
Jen. I am looking at you, Emma.

Just think about those
fun times at St. Croix.

JOSEPH: Video, Emma, St. Croix.

You know what any of it
means? [PHONE RINGING]

No.

Yeah?

NANCY: Hey, we caught a body.

All right, I'll be right there.

I got to go.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, Jen...

Jen called me Emma once.

She was high,

and I-I had no idea
what she was saying,

and I-I didn't ask.

You can't beat
yourself up over that.

How were you supposed
to know it meant anything?

No,
it... It's not that I didn't ask.

It's-it's...

Jen was my friend,

and it didn't even
occur to me to ask.

[STATIC]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION]

So, to recap,
you go have a drink

to avoid fighting
with your husband,

you meet Bar Dude,
who's cute and a doctor

and cool hanging out with
you without any expectations,

and you have somehow convinced
yourself that that's a bad thing.

It just felt more innocent

before I knew his name
was Luca and he's a doctor.

[SCOFFS] Unclutch your pearls,
McKenna.

You're overthinking this.
You got a drinking buddy.

Big whoop.

What we got?

WALKER: Vehicular homicide.

BAINES: A neighbor was
letting her dog out last night,

saw an SUV driving down
the street like a bat out of hell.

Jumped the curb,
ran across the grass,

and hit our victim and sped off.

Witness get a make
and model on the vehicle?

No, it was too dark.

NANCY: He's young. Teenager.

His name is Sean
Moore. Student I.D. said

that he went to Cal
Highlands University.

Go Bullfrogs.

Notify next of kin?
We're working on it.

He didn't have a phone,
so we got some boots

tracking down his
parents. [PHONE RINGING]

Teenager without
a phone? Little sus.

Well,
this is definitely not an accident.

This is Detective
Walker. There's also this.

FEMALE VOICE:
This is a collect call

from the San Jacinto
Women's Correctional Facility.

SYD: Rolex. Nice. BAINES: Yep.

...with a call from...

Figured he was wearing it. When he got hit,
it came off.

This is a $15,000
Rolex if I'm not mistaken,

and I am never mistaken.

Your fly's down.

I don't have one today.

[PHONE BUZZING AND RINGING] I mean,
this is pretty expensive,

even for a rich kid.

NANCY: Think?

Your phone is blowing up today,
huh?

Your hairline's blowing up.

Oh, we all have jokes today.

NANCY: Well,
he's a water polo player.

Looks like we're
going back to school.

When you go,
make sure you check out the Wall of Fame.

Just might be a trophy case with
some soccer trophies won by...

You know who.

[IN VALLEY GIRL ACCENT] Oh,
my God.

Soccer. That's so rad.

Oh, my God. That's,
like, everything.

Why are you guys trying
to make me feel bad?

I actually kind of like soccer.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Me, too.

Man U's my team. Oh,
Chelsea's much better.

BAINES: He probably
was the manager.

♪♪ Hey, hey

♪♪ Hey, hey, hey

♪♪ Not too many
friends Just gang

♪♪ Not too many
friends Just gang

♪♪ Not too many friends Just gang,
just gang ♪♪

IZZY: [WHISPERING]
Are you ticklish?

What's everyone looking at?

We were sent an anonymous
e-mail this morning.

Oh,
yeah? You've got another supporter.

[CHUCKLES] What's she holding?

A feather tickler.

Okay, I'm not even gonna ask
how you know that, Stephen.

Supporter, you say?

See the poster?

Huh.

ASMR.

This will help with
younger voters.

Well, whatever gets my message out,
right?

Relax your mind... And just...

ASM what?

STEPHEN: ASMR. I know I am.

It's what kids do these days.

This is your quiet time.

Yeah.

Excuse me, everyone.

It's a good thing.

[WHISTLES]

BOY: Cannonball run!

[WHOOPING AND CHEERING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

You suck. Now
I'm gonna beat you.

[LAUGHS]

You suck.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER] [LAUGHS]

[BELL CLANGS]

[DOOR OPENS]

Word travels fast. Yeah,
someone saw the crime scene.

News about Sean's death was
all over the school's news feed

by this morning.

Coach Gilbert?

Yes.

I'm Detective McKenna.

This is Detective Burnett.

We're with the LAPD.

We spoke with your athletic
director. Sorry for your loss.

Thank you. It's hit us
really hard. SYD: Really?

Team seems to be
coping pretty well

so soon after news
of Sean's death.

Well,
we had a team meeting this morning.

Sean was the heart
and soul of this program.

And what better way to honor him

as well as channel
their emotions?

Sounds like a good kid.

He was. I recruited him myself.

He was from Iowa. Man,
that kid never missed a practice.

Hell, he was never even late.

Heard this was a hit-and-run?

We think it's a little bit
more serious than this.

Coach,
we suspect that it might be a homicide.

NANCY: You know if Sean

ever got in trouble?
Had enemies?

Beef with anyone?

I mean, not that I'm aware of.

Sean was a good kid.
Everybody loved him.

This is terrible.

If it's all right with you, we'd like to
talk to some of Sean's teammates.

You know,
some of the guys who knew him best.

Of course.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Listen up!

SYD: Had you noticed Sean
acting out of the ordinary?

Uh,
he had a bad practice yesterday.

Dropped a couple dry passes.

Like his head wasn't in the game,
really.

Other than that, nothing.

And he seemed fine
the last time I saw him.

And when was that?

Yesterday after practice.

He was with, uh, Desiree.

Desiree?

My sister. They're dating. Or...

Well, they were dating.

And do you know where she is?

[VACUUM WHIRRING]

[WHIRRING STOPS]

Sean's teammates
said that he was upset

the day he died.
Do you know why?

No.

Um, I don't know.

We know it's hard,
Desiree, but just try.

Just think. Anything.

Anything at all. Sean
and I broke up last week.

Well... Kind of.

We were, um,
taking time to find ourselves.

But you were with him yesterday.

Yeah,
because he couldn't... [SNIFFLES]

He couldn't handle our split.

But we talked,
and then... He left.

Can you think of any other
reason why he would be upset?

I mean,
did he owe anybody money or...

Oh, no, nothing.

I mean, I don't think.

I'm sorry,

I can't do this right now.

All right.

Well, if you think of anything,

give me a call.

DOCTOR: [MUFFLED]
It's good of you to come.

Most of our patients
have immediate family

or friends when they check in.

Jen came in alone,

and it was weeks before she was
willing to give us an emergency contact.

And that was me.

Recovery requires
support if it's going to last.

Like I said, Detective,
it's good that you're here.

Jen, you have a visitor.

Thanks for coming.

No problem.

How do I look?

Good.

[SCOFFS]

Like you'd rather be
in a Russian prison

with big-ass rats,
but you look good. [CHUCKLES]

[SNIFFLES]

I've never been east of Vegas,
so...

I wouldn't know.

[SNIFFLES] They really
know what they're doing here.

You made a healthy choice.

I've been here before, you know?

It's been six years since
I've been on the hard stuff,

until...

[SHUDDERING INHALE]

Arlo. Yeah.

Guess that makes sense
why I'm your contact,

since this is my fault.

Oh, that's not...

That's not why.

It's because

I knew you wouldn't
ask me any questions.

And you wouldn't judge me.

I'm not a good person, Syd.

I need to start over.

I just... I don't know how.

I do.

[SNIFFLING]

You okay?

I'm fine, Dad. How are you?

No, really.

Are you okay?

IZZY: Are you ticklish?
Let all your worries go.

I knew,
after everything that happened last year,

that you would need
some sort of outlet.

You know, we tried therapy,
self-defense classes.

You said nothing helped,
but I would never imagine

this is the
direction you'd take.

I-It's not as bad as it looks.

Well, that's good to hear,
because I'm not really sure what "it" is.

They're just videos.

Made from your bedroom.

ASMR is something that...

It helps me deal.

What if some sort of
sicko gets the wrong idea,

figures out who you really are?

This isn't an Access
Hollywood tape. It's therapeutic.

So if you're worried about your campaign,
don't be.

I am not worried about my campaign,
Iz.

I am worried about you.

I almost lost you.

I have never felt so
helpless in my life.

I know this makes me sound
like I'm a thousand years old,

but what if a weirdo gets-gets
your information from...

I'm helping people.

You sure about that?

It's pretty cynical to
focus on the negative.

Yeah, well,
it's pretty naive to ignore it.

You don't have to worry about it,
okay?

Nancy already grilled
me on all of this...

Nance.

She knows, huh?

I was supposed to tell you,
okay?

It's not her fault.

I just didn't think
that it mattered.

Everything you do matters to me,
Iz, everything.

Breaks my heart that you think
you can't come to me with this.

Listen,
I will always respect your privacy, but...

Secrets are something else.

We don't do secrets, okay?

You keeping anything from me?

Of course I am.

But that's part of
the parent code.

It's a pretty sweet deal for you,
actually,

because I get to help
you with your problems

and shield you from mine.

Yeah. If you say so.

MAN: Hey!

BOY: Oh, shit. [THUDDING]

[PHONE RINGING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hello? FEMALE VOICE:
This is a collect call

from the San Jacinto
Women's Correctional Facility,

with a call from...

GLORIA: Gloria Walker...

FEMALE VOICE: ...for Ben Walker.

To accept the charges,
press one.

To decline, press two.

WALKER: Yo.

Hey. Hey, I checked down in...

For you.

This is Detective Walker.

This is a collect call
from the San Jacinto

Women's Correctional Facility,
with a call from...

Feels like there's
a story there.

There's not. [CLEARS THROAT]

Yo!

What'd I tell you? Top
five assists and goals,

co-captain, two-time MVP!

SYD: I-I got to say,
I-I know I give you a lot of crap, Walker.

Yeah,
you do. But... I was blown away

by all of your athletic
achievements. What?

SYD: It was unreal.

You didn't s-see my trophies,
did you?

Not a one,
'cause they don't exist.

They do exist. Wow. Okay, okay,

okay, so you guys come
back from your little field trip,

you find nothing,
and now you're back

looking for a new lead, huh?

Well, voila.

The Rolex from the crime scene.

Checked the serial number,

and our victim Sean
Moore is not the father.

Who does it belong
to? Marshall Hillman.

Uh, retired novelist,
lives in Brentwood. Him and Sean have

no known connections.

There's no complaint on file,

and he didn't report it
stolen. WALKER: Nope.

Check out the car registration.

Oh. SUV.

Called his cell, no answer.

So, Sean steals the watch,

Hillman tries to get it
back road-rage-style,

and now he's laying low.

Interesting theory.

Yes, yes, it is.

And now we will be
chasing down our leads.

BAINES: That's right. Peace.

That's how we do it.

Follow the leader!

NICO: Bags are on the plane,
schedule's on your seat,

and black, no sugar.

So, tell me, Nico,
how's business?

My limo service? It's good.

Yeah,
my brother-in-law helped set me up.

Right now I'm
just a fleet of one,

but, you know,
I'm hoping to expand soon.

Must have been
difficult to book clients

when that business about
your mother came out.

I didn't,
uh... I didn't think you knew.

Well, I always do my homework
when it comes to business.

Look, Nico, I like you.

You're always on time,
you know how to dress,

and you don't talk much,

which is the makings
of a good private driver.

Private driver? For you?

How does full-time employment
and a six-figure salary sound?

[CHUCKLES] Too good to be true.

And yet the offer stands.

Even though you know my past?

What I do know is
that public perception

and the truth are very
rarely the same thing.

And I know that you
were put in an impossible

and heartbreaking position.

And I know that you shouldn't
continue to be punished for it.

[QUIETLY] It's not like I'm
asking you to bury any bodies.

Just take a couple of days,
think about it.

Let me know when I get back.

[ENGINE WHIRRING]

You gonna tell me what's up?

What? The phone call.

Come on, man.

Gloria... That's your mom's name,
right?

Yeah.

Well,
you never told me she was in San Jacinto.

As a matter of fact,
you told me she was dead.

Well, she's dead to me.

Hey.

Mr. Hillman?

[KNOCKING] LAPD.

We'd like a word.

Look at the ride. No damage.

Pretty big tires, too.

Yeah, definitely big enough to mow
someone down and not leave a scratch.

And it's in the driveway,
so he's home.

Open door, no answer.

After you.

Mr. Hillman!

[CREAKING]

Mr. Hillman?

Detective Walker.

This is Detective Baines.

Mr. Hillman?

[EXHALES]

Found him.

WALKER: Yo.

Looks like a burglary
that went wrong.

Door was wide open.

Damn.

Gnarly fall.

Yeah.

Or push.

WALKER: Well,
somebody moved the body.

Somebody was
kneeling right there.

What,
rummaging through his pockets?

Or trying to resuscitate him.

SYD: Ah,
we know where Sean got his watch from.

Wow.

[SUCKS AIR THROUGH TEETH]

So,
Sean could be a thief and a killer.

Just gets better by the moment.

We got shoe prints right here.

Most likely they're Sean's,

but we're gonna need one of
his to make a positive match.

See that?

Two left feet.

Yeah, he wasn't alone.

You ready, babe?

Come on, Sean,
I know you're upset.

Come here.

♪♪ ♪♪

Look,
I know what you're trying to do.

Trying to cheer you up?

Come on,
I know how much you love your camera.

This is good.

Zanzibar on Pico.

You're too young to remember,

but I used to take you
and your brother there.

Hmm. Shawarma Saturdays.

[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHING]

Dad, pack it in.

I can finish all this up.

[GRUNTS]

Just a seventh-inning stretch.

I'm good.

All right,
but my insomnia is undefeated.

What's keeping you up at night,
Syd?

Oh, God, can we not do this?

Well, it's not healthy.

Keeping it all bottled up inside

and not sharing

what you're feeling.

[SIGHS]

Okay.

I'm a shitty person.

Jen trusted me because
I didn't pry into her life,

and she actually thought that I was,
uh,

protecting her privacy,
but the truth is,

I didn't want to know.

Not that I didn't care,

but then it would have
made our relationship

more than what I needed.

I used her.

Now... That's just not true.

You wouldn't have
gotten her a job here

just to make
yourself feel better.

You were looking out for her.

You gave her a way
out of her old life.

Well,
maybe if I would've made time

to ask about her old life,

we wouldn't be as lost
as we are right now.

I didn't... I didn't even know

that she went to St. Croix.

Jen was a very private person,
Syd.

I mean, you can't assume,
because...

What is it?

Jen once joked that she
had never been east of Vegas.

I mean, at least I thought she was joking,
but what if

she didn't mean

the island of St. Croix?

♪♪ I got, I got no excuses

♪♪ Yeah, no excuses

♪♪ No excuses ♪♪

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Yo!

Listen, bro, I want...

I'm sorry for getting
into your business

about your mom and all of that.

I got to work on
respecting people's space.

It's all good... She
got ahold of my brother

and now he's calling me, too.

Apparently,
whatever she needs to tell me is urgent.

You gonna call her back?

She wants to see me in person.

You gonna go?

I don't know, man, look.

She was... An addict.

She hopped in
and out of our lives.

She got busted
for all kinds of shit.

She's where she belongs.

And despite all of that,
you're still thinking about it.

Look, man, people change.

And maybe after all this time,

she's just trying to
make things right.

Maybe.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Hey, hey. NANCY: Autopsy
report came back on Hillman.

BAINES: Care to share?

Foreign DNA and prints
were recovered from the body.

But whoever was with
Sean is not in our system.

Come on, McKenna,
you're burying the lede.

Someone tried to
resuscitate Hillman.

Ah. BAINES: Oh.

Yeah. There was subdermal
bruising all over his sternum

and lip gloss on his mouth.

Wow,
unless Sean likes to play dress-up

when he robs rich old men,
his partner's a woman.

Do you know who it is? Well,
that would be our lead, now, wouldn't it?

Am I under arrest?

Not yet.

You lied to us, Desiree.

And we hate to be lied to.

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

Remember when you said

you and Sean were,
uh, taking a break?

What-what... Right? SYD: Well,
yeah.

They were trying to,
uh, find themselves

if I recall, right? Right,
yeah, trying to,

trying to find themselves.

I guess during this
time of reflection,

this must have
slipped your mind.

Marshall Hillman, 65.

Cause of death... Severe
trauma to the head.

SYD: You need to start talking now,
Desiree.

A man is dead, Desiree.

If you were in his house,
you need to speak up.

I tried to help him.

Sean and I were at a
party at Bryson's house.

Bryson is Sean's teammate? Yeah.

Bryson was Hillman's neighbor.

Bryson dared Sean
to break into his house.

He said it was part of his
water polo team initiation.

You mean hazing.

So, you went with him?

We were drunk.

We didn't think anyone was home.

We snuck in through a back door,

and then Sean found
this watch and he took it.

And that's when the
upstairs lights came on,

and the guy came
barreling down the stairs.

And he fell halfway down.

He wasn't moving.

We couldn't just
leave the old guy,

so we pulled him off the stairs,

and we checked for a pulse,
but he didn't have one.

I tried, okay?

SYD: Okay, Desiree,

so Hillman was an accident.

Who killed Sean?

I don't know, I swear.

I loved Sean.

Little neat, right? Yeah.

Little tidy. Yeah.

Hillman's dead,
Sean's dead, only one story.

And it just happens to be

the only one alive is right here. Oh,
my God.

That's crazy. It's so crazy.

And she's coming
off like a damn saint.

I can prove it. Really?

Yeah. Bryson said
that Sean needed

to bring proof that we
went inside the house,

so Sean filmed the
whole thing on his GoPro.

Do you know where the camera is?

[LAUGHS]

Sean was wearing
it all the time.

He... He had it the
last time I saw him.

When? Where?

Come on, Desiree.

At school,
okay? The night he died.

So, Sean was last seen with
a GoPro the day he was killed.

Yeah,
we found his phone in his locker.

It was synced to his GoPro,
via Bluetooth.

We cloned the app,
and we have officers fanning the area,

looking for a signal.

Damn, that's some Palo Alto
shit. Whose idea was this?

Someone a lot smarter than you.

[WALKER LAUGHS]

NANCY: We got a
hit at this frat house.

Ooh. That's a Sig frat house.
Those dudes are the worst.

Right,
McKenna and I will go through the front.

Detectives Day and Night,
you go through the back.

You guys hang about a block
away in case anybody bolts.

Let's go. WALKER: After y'all.

[FILTERED BREATHING]

[FLICKS LIGHTER]

[WATER GURGLING]

[INHALES]

[COUGHS LIGHTLY]

[ENGINES REVVING ON TV]

LAPD! Hands up!

SYD: Clear!

BAINES: Clear!

WALKER: Clear!

Is there a problem, Officers?

How fast was I going? [LAUGHS]

What's your name? Kenny.

Hi, Kenny. Is that your camera,
Kenny?

Yeah. Wait. No.

Maybe? What the
hell does that mean?

I found it. Where?

I don't have to answer
any of your questions

without my lawyer present.

You have a lawyer? My
buddy Oaks is pre-law.

BAINES: He ain't no damn lawyer.

Yeah,
and technically he's present.

Touche. But still,

I don't have to answer
any of your questions.

I'm not under
arrest. SYD: Not yet.

But we can bust you
for possession with intent

to distribute. My weed is legal.

And medicinal. [LAUGHS]

What about these?

Also a type of medicine.

Nice try. On your feet, Cheech.

NANCY: Oh, God.

Put some damn pants on!

[LAUGHING]

It's recording! What's up?

Aah![LAUGHS]

Mr. Kenneth Hauser
is not our man.

Man, the only thing he's ever
killed was a bag of hot Cheetos.

Yeah,
he says he found the camera on the road

while he was
"toking with his boys."

Yeah, well, clearly that's
what's happening on this video.

Wait-wait. Play that.

What happened to Marshall
Hillman was an accident.

I didn't mean... [DOOR CREAKING]

I told you,
I'm done talking about this.

I'm gonna turn myself in.

I can't let you do that.

Yo, that's the,
uh... That's the... The brother.

Desiree's brother. WALKER: Wait,
what?

Who? Tyler.

The girlfriend's brother,
who didn't want

Sean ratting her out. Oh, shit.

Okay, so what's the plan?

You guys head to the dorm.

WALKER: All right, well,
where are you two going?

Bryson!

Where's Tyler?

NANCY: Relax.
You're not in trouble.

Just tell us where he is.

He's in... He's in
the locker room.

There?

Okay. Go outside,
wait for the cops.

And stay off your phone.

Hurry up.

Tyler Roberts!

Come out!

♪♪ ♪♪

Tyler, we know you killed Sean!

We saw the GoPro footage!

TYLER: I couldn't let him do it!

I couldn't let him talk.

Because you knew Desiree
would go down with him?

You-you wanted to protect your sister,
right?

I couldn't let that coward
ruin my sister's life.

Right, so you panicked.

I get it. I have a brother, too.

I would... I would
do anything for him.

Tyler, there's nowhere to go.

The building is surrounded.

[GRUNTS]

Shit.

[MUFFLED SHOUTING]

♪♪ ♪♪

[GUNSHOT]

[NANCY PANTING]

You okay?

Fan-freaking-tastic.

You? Same. [GRUNTS]

[EXHALES] I thought
you'd say "swimmingly."

No more jokes.

Uh, just a little dry humor.

Don't make me "ax" you again.

[PANTING]

STEPHEN: We
need to contain this.

What's going on?

There's something
you should see.

Who wrote this?

Some blogger.

Nathan Baker.

Everything okay, sir?

Crazy night, huh?

[SCOFFS] Telling me.

I can file it.

Nah, it's all right.

I'm just writing it down
while it's fresh in my head.

[INHALES] God.

All of this over a dare?

Haze culture kills.

I mean, literally.

So, what happened in the pool?

Um...

He came out of nowhere.

All of a sudden,
we were in the water

and... [INHALES]

I actually, um...

I worked on my lung capacity

in the Navy as part of training.

You know,
in case you needed to use it in conflict.

So I played possum.

To get your weapon back?

Yeah.

What if he didn't buy it?

Well,
now I need a drink. Are you in?

We'll see.

Vaughn's has
two-for-one happy hour.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

[TYPING]

NICO: Good meeting?

Routine, Nico.

Painfully routine.

♪♪ ♪♪

Yeah, all right.

We need to talk
about your driver.

Who, Nico? What about him?

Do you know who his sister is?

Her husband?

Of course.

His relationships could
be a potential asset for us.

Or a liability.

I have a man
watching the office park,

and Nico is snooping.

And what did he find?

Please, Mom,
that's insulting. [PHONE RINGS]

Hello, Nico.

I'd like to take
you up on that offer

if it's still on the table.

[LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Hello, Ben.

Thank you for coming.

You told Vince it was urgent.

Well,
your brother always knew how to reach you.

Yeah.

I have a parole
hearing coming up.

And?

And a condition of my
release is that I get a job

and keep a permanent residence.

So I was

hoping that, um...

You're-you're hoping
to stay with me?

Yeah, would that be so bad?

[CHUCKLES] Yeah, actually,
it would. I have children now.

I know.

I'd love to meet them.

Is this a... Is this a joke?

Why would I let you
anywhere near my family?

I know that I made mistakes.

I know that I was a bad mom...

No, no, no,
no. You were not a bad mom.

You weren't a mom at all.

I tell people that you're dead

so that I won't even
have to tell the story.

I would like a chance
to make things right

before it's too late.

I know that I don't
deserve your forgiveness.

But I am not the same person anymore,
Ben.

I'm not the same
person anymore either.

I'm not gonna fall for it again,
Gloria.

[SIGHS]

[LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

NANCY: [YAWNS] Oh, God.

Hey.

You didn't have to wait up.

No, I couldn't sleep.

Reminded me of

when I used to wait up for you

when we first got married.

I'd always worry

about you coming home safe.

Yeah, I remember

you used to fall asleep
in court all the time.

[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

Had to learn to trust
you'd be okay on the job.

Yeah.

That, uh...

Must be pretty hard.

Mm-hmm.

Just like I had to trust

that you'd tell me

if my daughter became

a viral sensation.

She told you?

No, actually.

Neither did you.

[QUIETLY] Oh, God.

[SIGHS]

I don't know how else to say this,
Nance.

I just...

I do not like being
kept in the dark.

Can we not do this right now?

I've had... Such a long day.

Fine.

Patrick,
I tried to talk to her, okay?

I-I tried to...

[SIGHS] Tell her that-that...

If she was really
serious about this thing,

that she needed
to tell you herself.

You know? She-she wants
to be treated like an adult,

she's got to act like one.

She's not an adult, Nancy.

You are.

And I appreciate
how you grew up.

I do.

But that's not what I
want for my daughter.

She's better than that.

[SCOFFS]

[SOUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Here it is.

Vaughn's.

It's a bar.

Very observant.

Probably not the best
place for my sobriety.

I thought about that.

But... I don't want you building
up temptation by hiding from it.

Might as well face it head-on,
right?

Recovery is...

It's about support,

family.

If not yours, then mine.

Hi.

You must be Jen.

This is Joseph,

your new boss and my dad.

Your dad?

Hi. [CHUCKLES]

So, you guys, uh...

You're here to, like,
keep tabs on me, huh?

Well, actually,
just the opposite.

I need you to keep your
eyes on overdue tabs.

Also,
any other bartending duties.

That is,
if you're seriously interested.

You've got yourself a deal, sir.

Mm. Call me Joseph.

Come on. I'll, uh,
show you around.

Thanks.

For...

Everything.

Trust me,
I think you're really gonna like it here.

I already do.

Yo, and all my drinks better
be free from here on out.

Old man's getting stingy.

Mm-hmm. [POURING]

Cheers.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

St. Croix Academy.

It's a Catholic girls' school
outside of Santa Barbara.

It's the only one.

Whoever Emma was,

she probably went
to St. Croix with Jen.

If Emma can tell us why
Jen thought she wasn't safe,

then...

Maybe we can find Jen's killer.

Sounds like you and your
partner are taking a road trip.

[EXHALES] Speaking of,

where is McKenna? I thought she was coming,
too.

I guess she had
other plans in mind.

♪♪ ♪♪

Hey. Hey.

You look empty. Can
I get you another one?

Um...

What's in this for you?

Uh... Tequila, hopefully.

Uh... [CHUCKLES] [CHUCKLES]

What do you mean?

Why are you putting
so much time into...

Someone who's married,

unavailable,

when you could be out living

your very best single life? Mm.

Honestly...

No, I want you to lie to me.

Okay, look.

My work hours are
absolutely insane, okay?

My job requires me
to literally put

other people's lives
ahead of mine.

So, I don't know about you,

but when I punch out,
all I want to do

is forget who I am
and everything I saw that day.

And...

You help me do that.

But...

It can't really

ever lead to anything else.

Like, it-it... This is
all it could ever really be,

so... Mm.

You know,
if you're good with that.

Well, I guess, uh,

there's only one way
to find out, right?

You gonna buy me a drink?