Task (2025) s01e02 Episode Script
Family Statements
1
- [birdsong]
- [dog barking]
[dramatic music playing]
[dog barking]
[police radio chatter]
♪
[dog continues barking]
[phone buzzing]
- [slapping]
- [groans lightly]
[groaning]
[sighs]
What?
What?
When?
Yeah, okay. Okay.
[shuts phone]
Babe? You okay?
Babe, are you alright?
Warren, Derek, and Joanne
were killed last night.
Oh, my God.
And Sam's missing.
[Eryn] Do you know who did it?
[Jayson] [whispering] Same crew.
It has to be.
[muffled chatter]
Stay here.
[Harper] Wyatt, where's
your water bottle?
Come on, Wyatt, we don't
wanna miss the bus again.
- [Wyatt] Can I have Pop-Tarts?
- [Harper] Here's your lunch box.
[Maeve] Come on, we don't wanna be late.
[Robbie] Mornin'.
- [Harper] Hey, Dad.
- Morning, fart face.
[Maeve] What are you still doing home?
I, uh [clearing throat]
I called out of work.
- Throat's all scratchy.
- Hey, Harper needs $25.
What for?
Father-daughter dance is Thursday night.
School's bringing in pizzas.
We don't have to go.
- Dad, I don't even really wanna go.
- Hell yes, we're going.
I I've been looking forward to that.
Definitely goin'.
[backpack zipping]
I'm gonna take a nap.
Aleah and Lizzie,
drive around the neighborhood
and see if any door cams got anything.
Grasso and I will go talk
to Kenny Pollard's fiancée.
- Circle back here after?
- No, no, it's too chaotic.
Let's meet at base camp.
- Lizzie?
- Uh-huh?
Assign an analyst to vet the tips.
Uh, any confirmed ones come through,
have NCMEC patch them
through back to us.
Copy.
[car radio playing faintly]
[Cliff Broward] Anything?
[clicking tongue]
Hasn't gotten back to me yet.
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
- [whispering] Hey.
- There wasn't supposed to be
- no fuckin' kid in that house, man.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. [shushing]
- Hey, hey.
- There wasn't supposed to be no fuckin' kid.
[whispering] Hey, look at
me, look at me, look at me.
Look at me.
- I keep seeing their faces.
- Me too.
- Blood all over.
- Me too.
[Cliff sobbing]
- [whispering] Hey.
- [breathing heavily]
Hey.
How long we been friends?
Hundred years?
Have I always found a way out of things?
We never did anything like this.
We never
That's not what I asked.
Have I always found a way out?
What do I always say?
Everything happens for a reason.
Robbie, we killed those people.
We got Peaches killed.
[sighs]
There ain't no fuckin' reason.
Then, we're gonna make one.
We're gonna make a fuckin' reason.
[bag unzipping]
- The fuck? Where's the cash?
- Shh. No. No.
Where's the fuckin' money?
Don't touch.
Looks like fentanyl. Still wrapped.
[Cliff] What's that
mean, "still wrapped"?
Right over the border.
- Uncut.
- It's supposed to be cash.
The fuck are we gonna do with this?
[Robbie Prendergrast]
If it's what I think it is,
worth a hell of a lot more than cash.
[Robbie exhales sharply]
[inhales deeply, sighs]
[Sam] I'm kind of hungry.
[sniffling]
Go back inside
and, uh, I'll be right there.
What are we gonna do with him?
Robbie, he's seen our faces.
He's been inside your house.
Go down to Monmouth Street.
Buy some test strips.
What for?
Make sure it's pure.
We gotta sell this shit.
Hey. Good mornin'.
What do you normally eat for breakfast?
Mm, I like pancakes.
Alright. Pancakes it is. Come on.
What's your name again?
Robbie.
[faint clucking]
Are those chickens?
- Yeah.
- Can I see them?
Come here.
You see?
- Can I pet them?
- Yeah.
Here, look, look. You see the one
with the black feathers
that's kind of in the middle?
- Yeah.
- That one's Gertie.
She's nice, she'll let you pet her.
I wish humans could talk to animals.
- "Ec-specially" deer.
- Why deer?
What do you wanna say
to deer specifically?
I'd tell them not to cross the street
and to stay in the forest.
'Cause a lot of deer die
trying to cross the street.
Yeah. Yeah.
How long do I have to stay here?
Um
Uh, we'll see.
Not too long, I don't think.
Your, um your parents
said a few days.
Someone was sick. Is
there someone in your family
that hadn't been feeling too hot?
[Sam] My grandmother.
That's it. That's what they said it was.
They said, um, that they
got a call late at night that
you know, your grandmother
was feeling sick, and, um
How do you know my mom and dad?
Um
[clicking tongue] Uh, my brother,
he actually worked with
your father and his friends
- Hey.
- Hey.
[Robbie] a long time
ago, before you were born.
How do you like your pancakes?
Fluffy or crispy?
Fluffy.
Definitely fluffy.
- [kiss smacking]
- Give me a sec.
[sighs]
So
What do we know about the other body
found in Nance's house?
The one from their crew?
Still waitin' on my contacts.
How the fuck did they know
about the shipment?
[Jayson sighs]
- No word back on Sam yet?
- [Shane] [chuckles] No.
The kid's dead.
They took him just to fuck with us.
Six feet in the dirt somewhere.
[breathing heavily]
I'm sorry, Jay.
I'm just upset.
Call an emergency church meeting.
Bring everyone.
[Tom Brandis] Good morning.
FBI special agent Tom Brandis.
[David] David. Kaylee's father,
[Anthony Grasso] TFO Anthony Grasso.
So, uh, this must have been
a pretty overwhelming day
for you, huh, Kaylee?
I know the police
have questioned you already,
but it's very important that we know
who Peaches went out with last night.
It's not that I don't remember.
I just, like, literally haven't
met any of his friends yet.
We met online. I just moved here
from Ohio a few weeks ago.
This may be very difficult
to hear, but
Peaches was killed
during a home invasion,
and it appears as though he was involved
- with the incident.
- [David] In the invading?
Yes.
And it's not the only incident
- he was involved in.
- [David] Jesus Christ, I fucking knew
he was a piece of shit
the moment I set eyes on him.
- And I said, "Kaylee Grace Prater"
- Would you stop, please?
"this kid is a full-on nothing."
- I told you from the get-go
- [Kaylee] Dad, stop!
- Could you just not right now, please?
- you should not be with him.
[Kaylee] Okay, my
I just lost my soul mate.
We we had plans,
- and now I
- Hey, okay. Okay.
[Kaylee sobbing] - Honey,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Mm-hmm.
[Kaylee whimpering]
Kaylee?
Several other people
were killed inside the home.
Alright, right now,
a six-year-old boy is missing.
No, you're you're not
- You think
- It's not that we
- You think Peaches did that? No.
- It's not that we think, Kaylee.
We know Peaches was a part of this crew.
- No, that's no.
- [Anthony] I'm sorry.
No, I don't think
I like you two very much.
- I understand.
- No.
- [Tom] Kaylee, listen to me.
- No. No.
- Kaylee
- [Kaylee sobbing]
it's very important that we know
- [Kaylee] No!
- who his work friends were
so that we could find this little boy.
- [sobbing intensely]
- I think you two should leave.
[Kaylee continues sobbing]
[chickens clucking]
- Do chickens have dreams?
- [Robbie] Hm.
I never really thought about that.
I bet they do.
I bet they dream of big farms.
Yeah, that makes sense.
[phone buzzing]
[somber music playing]
[phone ringing]
Can't find my glasses.
Could you would you mind
Want me to I'll read it.
I'll read it for you.
It's, uh, uh, from Sara.
"Heavy rain here. Flight delayed.
Scheduled to land land at 4:15 now."
Okay.
My daughter's coming in
from Chicago this afternoon.
Oh, that'll be nice, right?
Little little quality family time?
Mm-hmm.
How long have you been with the FBI?
Uh, officially since '03,
but I was, uh, assisting the Bureau
for many years before that
as a as a chaplain.
A chaplain like a like a like a
- Like a priest.
- You're fuckin' with me.
Mm, no, I'm not fuckin' with you.
I don't think people lie about
being a priest very much,
- especially these days, Grasso.
- Yeah, but so help me connect the dots.
I mean, how does a how does a
priest end up working for the FBI?
Uh, I was a volunteer on
their crisis intervention team.
Um, they'd fly clergy out with them
when they went to mass casualty events.
- Columbine, Oklahoma City.
- Yeah. Yeah.
So, uh, yeah, that's where I
met my supervisor, Kathleen.
And when I left the priesthood
and married my wife,
she, uh, she pulled some strings
and got me into Quantico.
What were they expecting a priest to do
at these mass casualty events?
Sprinkle some holy water or, uh
Counsel.
Yeah, when things go terribly wrong,
people want to know
why God let it happen.
Huh.
- What?
- Ah. Yeah, man, well
Well, it's just so I grew up,
uh, Catholic, and my mother,
she had three jobs and
never took a shift on Sunday.
Sundays was for church.
I mean, she would she
would drag me and my sister
to Immaculate Heart for 7 a.m. mass,
quiz us on the readings afterwards,
I mean, every Sunday for 18 years.
And, um, and forgive me, Father,
but, um, you know, none of it
ever made an ounce of sense to me.
I mean, forget the Trinity
and the Transfiguration.
Those are those are, you know.
Just what I wanna know is
is that, you know,
why God gives a shit if we
eat meat on Fridays, you know?
[chuckles]
- Right?
- Right.
I mean, what, is the Catholic church
colluding with Papa John's or something?
I don't know, maybe
we should get the Bureau
- to look into that for us.
- Yeah, please do, please do.
I'd like to enjoy a slice of pepperoni
without the threat of eternal damnation.
[laughing]
This is literally the third time
- she's asked me if it's a weave.
- [laughing]
I don't know, why don't you
ask her if her hair's a weave?
Actually, don't say that.
I'm gonna get in trouble.
- [both chuckle]
- I love those, by the way.
[Meg] Aren't they amazing?
So?
What's new at home?
Not too much.
Uh, I started my summer job.
Um, I had to carry my dad
up the stairs again.
You know what's funny?
When when he drinks,
which is basically every night,
he uses this Phillies Cup.
Like, this plastic Phillies
giveaway cup he's had forever.
And he used to only drink
iced tea out of it.
And because he's using
that cup, I guess he thinks
maybe I don't know what's
really in there or something,
which is so incredibly stupid.
Have you talked to him about that?
Using a different cup?
His drinking.
And you always having
to take care of him.
I'm gonna wait until after sentencing.
Remind me when that is again.
Next Wednesday, 9 a.m.
Sara flies in this afternoon.
Oh.
And I know the family impact statement
is going to come up again.
[clearing throat]
Have you decided
what you're gonna do yet?
Okay, um
What scares you the most?
I I guess
I guess that if I don't say anything,
I'm abandoning my brother,
throwing away the key, you know?
He's not gonna get any better in there.
E-Even when he was getting
treatment out here,
seeing his therapist, taking
his meds, he still struggled.
I remember when he played lacrosse.
Dad suddenly got this idea,
I don't know, maybe he read it somewhere
that being on a team,
the stimulation of the game,
might be good for Ethan.
No one passed him the ball.
He freaked out. He totally lost it.
He ran off the field,
threw a rock through
someone's car window.
We looked for him for hours.
Where was he?
Dad found him asleep at Maddox Field.
Curled up on the bench in the dugout.
And if you do give a statement?
What scares you about that?
I'm scared
he'll be released.
Soon.
And that uh, that scares
me more than anything.
- [footsteps approaching]
- [Anthony] Hey, boss.
- Last slice?
- No. No, thanks.
- Just saying, I'm leaving it here.
- Hey, do me a favor.
Will you round up everybody
for a status meeting, please?
Copy that, boss.
- [knocking]
- Yeah.
- [door opens]
- [Anthony] Hey.
Uh, boss wants a status update.
Okay.
- [vocalizing]
- [knocking]
- [knocking]
- [door opens]
[Lizzie Stover] Sweet as a cake ♪
Let me say, apologize ♪
- [knocking] Lizzie.
- For going - and taking your time ♪
'Cause I'm a [mumbling
indistinctly] - [knocking] Lizzie.
[continues mumbling lyrics]
- Lizzie. Lizzie. Lizzie. Lizzie.
- Oh, my God!
- Jesus.
- Jesus Christ.
Wh [sighs] Status meeting downstairs.
Okay.
Maybe don't scare
the shit out of me next time.
Alright, everyone, let's round robin.
- Lizzie?
- Uh, analysts tagged 12 Ring cams
that show cars within a
one-mile radius of Nance's house.
So, we're working with, um,
Marcus Hook PD right now
to match 'em to homeowners
to see what's out of place.
Okay. Aleah, what about you?
- Anything on the kid?
- [scoffs] None of it's good.
- [Tom] Yeah.
- As of March, he'd been living
full-time with his grandmother,
Sally Moyer,
in Broomall after
Children and Youth Services
deemed the parents unfit.
What about the welfare reports?
[sighs] CYS visited the
house on four occasions
over the past two years.
Mostly ChildLine tips
indicating neglect and drug use.
Sam showed up at a
neighbor's house asking for food.
Sam was repeatedly left
at home all by himself.
How'd he end up back with the parents?
Well, the grandmother
was diagnosed with dementia
and admitted to a memory care facility.
Derek and Joanne passed
a series of drug tests
and CYS returned Sam.
Looks like he'd only
been there a few weeks.
The kid wasn't even supposed
to be at the house last night?
- [Aleah Clinton] No.
- [Tom] Jesus Christ.
Can I ask a question?
Lizzie, you don't have to raise
your hand to ask a question.
Right. Um, no, I just
I don't understand
why you take the kid at all.
I think you're following
the wrong trail here.
Whoever is hitting these houses,
we find them, we find the boy.
They're primarily going
after the Dark Hearts.
- Why don't you jump in here?
- Alright.
Jayson Wilkes, Delaware
County Chapter President.
He was handpicked by Perry Dorazo,
one of the 12 National Leaders who
make up what's known as the Mother Club.
They oversee all gang operations.
Dorazo found Jayson
as a wayward teenager.
He took him under his wing,
championed his rise.
And the rumor was that Perry
murdered the previous Delco president,
Butch Hampton, to ensure
Jayson would assume control.
Under Jayson's leadership,
the Dark Hearts have thrived.
Used to be they trafficked
in heroin and cocaine.
But when heroin users started
chasing a different high,
they brought in fentanyl.
And now, they're the second
largest traffickers
in the northeast.
The Dominicans control the city.
Everything goes through Freddy Frias.
And the Dark Hearts,
the rural communities
from Lancaster County
clear through New York.
For the most part, bikers are addicts,
partiers who sell dope
to fuel their own habits.
But the Dark Hearts are different.
They're as strategic and close-knit
a group as I've come across.
When there's a crack, it's sealed.
When a limb shows weakness,
they cut it off.
Which means this, to me,
doesn't make sense.
Explain "doesn't make sense."
What he's saying is that
whoever is hitting these houses
must be getting some help
from someone inside the gang.
Mm. Not just inside.
Deep inside.
- An informant?
- [Tom] Mm-hmm.
- [under breath] Oh, fuck.
- [Tom] Lizzie, call up to Central
and ask for a meeting
with Joe Easley ASAP.
He's a walking encyclopedia
of all things East Coast bikers.
Let's get to work.
What's on your mind?
Just, if we know
the Dark Hearts got a mole
then they do, too,
and they got their own ways
- of finding it.
- Mm.
[motorcycle rumbling]
[soft music playing]
[rumbling continues]
[Eryn] Jay, Perry's here.
[motorcycle engine shutting off]
[footsteps approaching]
[sighs] - [Perry Dorazo]
Mother Club met this morning.
They were aware of a leak,
but now they got this kid's face
on every milk carton, telephone pole,
federal agency tracking board,
and we got this giant fuckin'
magnifying glass on us
that nobody wants.
Others have lost their faith
in your leadership.
Fuck 'em.
[chuckles]
You have any idea what it
feels like to get sent in
to mop up your shit after
all I've done to get you here?
Huh?
I just need a little more time.
- Don't have more time
- Look.
- You don't have any more time.
- Just give me a few days, okay?
- There is no more
- Give me a couple more days
and I can fix everything.
Our blood and brains have been
splattered all over the walls
'cause of this crew,
and now they've got one of ours,
and it is a fucking kid.
Okay? It's a fucking kid!
And you want more time?
Fuck you. Fuck you.
Fuck you!
[lighter flicking]
[flint striking]
The buy was never made, Per.
[lighter flicking closed]
What do you mean?
Rocco called late last night.
There was a delay on their side.
Meeting got pushed 'til the morning.
Whoever walked out of that house,
they didn't leave with cash.
They left with 12 kilos
of unprocessed China.
China they're gonna have
to find a way to move.
And move fast.
[sighs] That kinda weight, pure,
there's only one buyer around here
- capable of moving it.
- Freddy.
Freddy's gonna want a cut.
That is not gonna be cheap.
Yeah, well.
- [sighs] It's worth it.
- Alright.
I'll make a few calls,
see if I can broker something.
What else do we know so far?
[inhales sharply]
Task force has been set up.
Intel is trickling in now.
- Who's in charge?
- Mm.
Field agent. His name's Tom Brandis.
New paper pusher from Newtown Square.
He won't be a problem.
- Mm?
- Joe Easley here to see you.
Mm! Great.
Let him know I'll be right up.
[Joe Easley] I think your
instincts are right here, Tommy.
Makes sense that the crew
would be working
with an informant inside the gang.
Thanks.
So, what would make
a gang member turn like that?
They don't. Almost ever.
And you're not hearing anything in BAU?
No rumblings in VCMO?
- Within the Dark Hearts?
- Yeah.
Mm-hmm. Worked a joint Task
with Mercer County last November.
Picked up a small timer on a
distro, offered him a proffer deal.
He tells us a story
about a rules violation
within the gang, very hush-hush.
- Rules violation?
- Didn't specify.
Just said that Wilkes
invited a gang member
to the Elks Lodge under
the guise of a gathering.
Once the gang member got there,
- Wilkes beat him for hours.
- Mm.
From what this guy said,
by the time he was finished,
they had the mop bits
of his brain off of the floor.
[paper rustling]
Remember, uh, gang member's name
who Wilkes attacked?
Billy something or other.
I'll call my guy down at Mercer
and get the last name for yas.
I remember telling his daughter
he was missin'.
She knew it had to be Jayson
that killed him.
- Hey. Hey, hey, don't do that.
- [kid] What?
- He likes it.
- Oh, he likes getting his head held down
and not being able to breathe?
Little shit.
[children chattering]
[Bridget] Lost and found.
[Maeve] Wow, Bedazzles are back.
Yes. Gerry called out again.
What the fuck?
He knows I pick up the kids at 3:30.
You go, I'll stick around.
So, how'd it go?
- How did what go?
- The date.
You said his profile pic looked
like he had an eggplant
- in his underwear.
- [chuckles]
Oh, it was amazing.
We went to a nice Italian spot.
I brought him home.
And just when he was about
to go down on me,
my uncle sprang out of the
closet like a jack-in-the-box
- and beat the shit out of him.
- Oh, my God.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah.
You really need to get
the hell out of that situation.
You say it like I don't already know.
You know, my mom
makes the best baked ziti.
You're more than welcome
to join us, crash on our couch.
- Or not, that's cool. Cool, cool.
- [chuckles]
Shit, I gotta get back
to the freak farm.
- You sure you can cover?
- Bitch, please, I got you.
[softly] Watch him.
- [soft clattering]
- [Robbie groans]
[Robbie sighs]
[inhaling sharply]
[groaning] - Can I go
outside and pet Gertie again?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
- [sighs deeply]
- [phone buzzing]
[door opens]
[Maeve] Ah-ah-ah, backpacks
go on hooks, not on floors.
[Wyatt] [giggles] Stop
acting like a baby, fart-face.
- Okay. Okay.
- No!
- [Maeve] Ah-ah-ah. [grunting]
- [Wyatt giggling]
Hey. How was school?
Dad, a boy has a crush on Harper.
[Harper] No, he doesn't. Shut up, Wyatt!
[Wyatt] Max Selby says
she's the prettiest girl in school.
- She is.
- She can do better than Max Selby.
I see Harper kissing in a tree!
- K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
- Oh, my God, shut up, Wyatt, shut up!
[Harper] Who's that?
[Robbie] Oh, that's, uh, Sam.
He's a friend of mine from work's son.
- [Wyatt] Sam?
- Um
You remember Dale? Dale Larson?
[Wyatt] Sam rhymes with "ham."
No, I don't remember Dale Larson.
Yeah, he he asked if I could
look after him for a little while.
Define a little while.
Well, Dale's m-mother is really sick,
and so he had to head down to Dover.
And he couldn't ask somebody else?
[sighs] He, you know, trusts me, so.
Well, that's his first problem.
[sighs] How long's he gonna be here for?
Not long. A couple of days.
Um, she it's like, she's
imminent, is how Dale
described it to me.
Um, uh. Hey, Harp?
Could you, uh, take Wyatt
outside and go say hi?
- [Harper] Sure. Come on.
- [Robbie] Thanks.
- [kids chattering]
- [Robbie sighs]
- [Harper] Slow down!
- I'm sorry about this.
I know you got enough
on your plate as it is.
[Maeve sighs]
You seriously need new friends.
[chickens clucking]
[psychic] [on phone] I know
where they're keeping Sam.
He's way out in the woods
in the middle of nowhere.
For Christ's sakes!
I'm sorry, Miss Evelyn, Miss Pearl,
but we we don't accept
unscreened calls on this line.
[psychic] But he's in trouble,
Brandis, you have to
Yes, we're very well aware
that Sam's in trouble,
and we appreciate the reminder
from the beyond.
- Bye now.
- [Anthony] Same crystal baller again?
Yeah. Hey, Lizzie. Lizzie?
She's probably listening
to Gwen Stefani.
- Hey!
- [banging]
- Snickerdoodle!
- [Lizzie] What the hell is it?!
I thought we assigned
an analyst to vet the tipline.
- [Lizzie] We did!
- Okay, I've had four calls come through
from the same psychic already.
Can you make sure that only vetted tips
come through to us, please?
- [banging]
- Copy. Cut it out, asshole!
FYI, there's a mouse in the bathroom.
- A mouse?
- Mice.
There's tiny shits everywhere.
Congratulations. you're
in charge of the tipline.
Anything promising comes through,
reach out to me ASAP.
- Where you going?
- Uh, I got I got a family thing.
- Night, boss.
- [door closes]
Here, try these on.
Will I still get my toy?
- What toy is that?
- For finishing Reading Club.
My mom said if I finished,
she would buy me a Batman Lego set.
Ah, you're gonna have to talk
to your mom about that one.
Can you maybe call her and ask?
Her name's Joanne.
- Joanne?
- Joanne Nance.
Is your dad's name Derek?
Mm-hmm.
Do you know my parents like Robbie?
I used to. Yeah.
[Sam] Can I go play now?
- Maeve.
- Hm?
Can I go play now?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead.
[soft, dramatic music playing]
[music intensifying]
♪
♪
[people chattering]
- [Donna] Hey, babe. You alright?
- Yeah.
What's Jay saying about all this?
Not much.
It's the same crew, right?
I mean, it's the same guys that the
- [Perry] Hey.
- Yo.
I spoke to Freddy, he's willing
to meet us tomorrow.
So far, he hadn't heard anyone
looking to move that kind of weight.
So, who from our side
knows the drugs
didn't travel last night?
Mm.
[inhales sharply] Right
now, just Breaker and Shane.
Alright, keep it that way.
Let the rest of the club believe
that we're not looking
for the drugs anymore.
They're gone, as far
as they're concerned, okay?
That way, if someone's
inclined to move 'em,
they'll see an opening
and we'll be waiting for the fucker.
Ah, here's Bishop.
- Go greet him.
- [Jayson] Mm.
- I'll meet you.
- Alright.
[indistinct chatter]
[glasses clinking]
[Perry] Hey, D.
Hey.
How you been?
Every day is champagne and strawberries.
- You look good.
- Mm-hmm.
What you doin' later?
Uh, well, it depends on who's askin'.
Me. I'm askin'.
Well, in that case, um
I gotta scrub my toilets.
[Perry chuckles]
[door opens]
Get the fuck off me, man.
[door squeaking closed]
[items rustling]
You got any hot sauce, Em?
- I'm the weirdo who eats pizza with Cholula.
- Yeah, um, top shelf.
- I'll just yeah.
- Ah, love it.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
[Tom] Hello?
It's me.
- We're home.
- Hey.
Uh, is Matt here?
[Matt Kerrigan]
I'll be right there, Tommy.
I'm going full Garfield
on this pizza at the moment.
Alright, I'm gonna take
this stuff up to the bedroom,
then I'm gonna make the crib up.
- Hey.
- Hey.
[whispering] Hi. Oh.
- Hey.
- [baby whining]
- Is Andy not I thought he
- Andy's gonna fly in on Thursday.
- Oh.
- He had a
a second interview with a firm.
- [baby whining]
- Hey.
- Yeah.
- Can I hold him?
- [baby continues whining]
- Yeah. Yeah.
Uh, you want to sit down?
Uh, mm-hmm.
Come here, baby. Okay.
[exhaling sharply] Hey.
Okay.
- Okay.
- Hello. Hello.
- You got him.
- You miss me? I missed you.
- [sputtering]
- Be warned, he's gassy.
- Okay.
- [sighs] Now, I'm gonna pour myself
a bucket of wine. Hey, Matt.
- [Emily babbling]
- [Matt] Hey, sweetheart.
- How's life in Chicago?
- [Sara sighs]
[Sara] Be much better when
this nightmare's finally over.
- [baby babbling]
- Mm-hmm, I know.
["The Long Road" by Pearl Jam playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[soft rock music continues playing]
[whispering] What are
we doing with the kid?
- I don't know yet.
- He's all over the news.
Radio mentioned his name three times
- on my way back to you.
- Maybe we
just drop him somewhere, like a park
Drop him? The minute we drop him,
he's leading cops back to your house.
Back to us.
We're not just Droppin' him.
Let's just get the money
and then we'll figure out
what to do with the kid.
Alright?
- [Cliff sighs]
- More crab fries?
- Kitchen's gonna close.
- No, thanks.
Yes, please.
[waitress] I'll bring
yous one more basket.
[music continues]
[phone buzzing]
Hey. Hey!
- [phone continues buzzing]
- Phone's going off.
- [phone clicks closed]
- Not comin'.
Not comin'?
Let's go.
Come on.
[footsteps approaching]
[sighs] Finally asleep.
Atta girl.
God, with teething,
he's just been impossible
to get down lately.
Matt, you wanna start, or?
Yeah, sure, I'll I'll jump in here.
Your father and I thought it
would be good for all of us
to sit down and walk through
what to expect
at sentencing on Wednesday.
Ethan has pled guilty
to murder in the third degree,
which has a maximum
sentence of 15 years.
Sentencing itself will be
fairly straightforward.
Have any of you seen
your brother since it happened?
I have, yeah.
I've I've been to visit Ethan
a few times.
[Matt] Alright, well,
to prepare you both,
because you haven't seen Ethan,
he looks quite different.
His hair is very short now.
He's thinner.
It will be a bit of a shock
seeing him again.
At first.
It's good that you'll have each other.
- [Sara] Mm.
- The judge will have some business to talk through,
and then he'll ask if there
is a statement from the family.
I don't know if you've given that
- any more thought.
- We have discussed.
- [Sara] We're not gonna
- [Emily] I think I'd like to say
something.
I thought I thought we agreed
we we weren't gonna make a statement.
- I don't remember agreeing.
- Yeah, last time we all spoke.
- [Emily] No, I said I said I wasn't sure.
- Dad, you remember.
- We agreed.
- I said that I would think about it.
[sniffling] What exactly
do you plan on saying?
[scoffs] I don't know.
I haven't, like, written it out yet.
But it would be aimed at what?
Just, um
telling the judge a little bit
about how we grew up.
Ethan and I before we were
adopted by Mom and Dad.
And maybe that
I don't think he's gonna get
the help he needs
from inside of a prison.
[inhales deeply]
Yeah I don't I don't
even know what to say.
- Relax, Sara.
- [scoffs] This, uh, impact statement,
depending on how persuasive
Emily is, of course,
uh, is something
the judge would consider
when determining Ethan's sentence?
As I mentioned to your father,
Judge Adams will
will take what you all have
to say very seriously.
- Jesus fucking Christ.
- Calm down, Sara.
You're telling me there's a
chance Ethan could be released
- in five years, is that what you're telling me?
- Let's not get all worked up.
- Tom's right, he may not
- I'm not getting worked up.
- [Matt] The judge may not
- Who's getting worked up? I'm
[Tom] Sara.
I'm asking a question.
What's wrong with a fucking question?
Something catastrophic
has happened to our family.
Our mother was murdered.
- By her brother.
- Don't say it like that.
- Say it like what?
- [Tom] Don't do that.
He had a psychiatric disorder,
and he was off his meds
- because of COVID.
- Yeah, he threw Mom down the stairs.
He broke her neck.
[inhales deeply]
How'd you feel?
Dad, how do you how do you feel
about the idea that in five years,
Ethan could be walking
through that door
moving into the bedroom upstairs
and eating dinner at this table
after killing your wife?
My mother.
[Emily] [softly] She was my mother too.
What? What'd you say?
- I didn't hear what you just said.
- She was my mother, too.
Uh [scoffs]
Don't do that, goddamn it!
You still haven't answered my question.
- [door closes]
- Maybe I should just step out.
Sit down, Matt.
[Matt sighs]
[exhales sharply]
When I was a priest, I had, uh,
some stock answer for that question.
Yeah, it's easy to talk
about forgiveness
when it's not your loss.
I miss your mother.
I miss my son.
There's not a day that goes by
when I don't wake up
and think for a minute,
"That didn't happen.
That couldn't possibly have happened."
Not to us, we were so
[scoffs lightly]
But I did.
As for forgiveness and mercy,
Sara, God, I don't know.
I've prayed for an answer,
some kind of guidance,
and all I've gotten
in return is silence.
[Tom sighs]
I'm lost.
[gentle music playing]
Thanks for coming, Matt.
I'm gonna go find your sister.
[door opens]
[door closes]
- [baby crying]
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
[sighs]
[whispering] Sam.
- Sam.
- Hm?
- What?
- Shh. Come on.
- There you go.
- Where are we going?
We're gonna go get your
present for finishing Reading Club.
Mind if I bum one?
Yeah.
- Grazie, Snickerdoodle.
- Okay, can you just stop
with the whole "Snickerdoodle"?
It's it was literally my Yahoo email
- in, like, 2012.
- Phew.
[sucking teeth] Mine was, um,
DJGrassanova@yahoo.com.
DJ Grassanova?
I deejayed to pay my way
through college.
I worked the Catholic grade
school mixer tour for a few years.
Merion Mercy down to Villa Maria.
All the rich Main Line kids.
I even had, like, a little
like a routine I'd do, you know.
A routine?
- Yeah.
- What was the routine?
I can't remember, Stover, it was, uh,
"Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the St. Monica
- "seventh and eighth grade mixer tour.
- [gasps]
"Before we get started, a few rules.
- [laughing]
- "No straddlin', bendin',
"grindin', freakin', twerkin'.
"Keep both feet on the floor.
Hands on shoulders and waist.
"Mosh pits and crowdsurfing
are strictly prohibited.
"And if you're gonna PDA,
do it somewhere the priests
"and the nuns won't see yous.
- [snickering]
- "I'll be your host this evening
"with an all-request final hour.
DJ Grassanova!"
[laughing]
- Wow.
- Mm.
What was on your playlist?
It depend I mean,
you gotta read the crowd.
Oh, okay, so there's, like, this science
- behind being DJ Grassanova.
- Of course.
- Okay.
- If it's a feeder mixer,
you got kids from all different schools.
Everyone's kind of nervous
hiding in their corners.
You gotta ease things in, right?
Something something classic.
Like, uh, Calvin Harris' "Summer."
But if everyone knows each other
and they're looking to grind
- Grind? That's disgusting.
- then I'm going straight in with Flo Rida's
[singing] Whistle baby,
whistle baby, let me know ♪
[laughing]
- Do you miss it?
- Being a DJ?
- Yeah.
- Every fuckin' day.
[laughing]
[dramatic music playing]
See that store? I want you to go inside
and find that Batman toy you wanted.
What are you gonna do?
I'm just gonna make a quick call
and then I'll be right in, okay?
[child chattering indistinctly]
[car engine starting]
Go ahead.
[car door opens, closes]
♪
[gear cranking]
[video game noises]
[children chattering]
♪
[operator] 911, what's your emergency?
Hi, I'm at the Val-U-Corner
out on Boot Road.
I think I just saw that missing
kid you're all looking for.
[video game noises,
children chattering continue]
- Yeah. This one?
- [customer] That one.
[indistinct chatter]
[phone buzzing]
Tipline, this is Aleah.
[Lizzie chattering indistinctly]
Where?
[knocking] Hey, possible
sighting of Sam Nance.
We gotta go.
[phone buzzing]
Hey, Aleah. What's up?
[Aleah] Tipline reported
a sighting of Sam Nance.
Where?
[Aleah] Shopping
center out on Boot Road.
[Tom] Y-You got a confirmation?
[Aleah] Clothing description
matches what we have.
They're locking the place down
and setting up checkpoints
at the exits.
[sighs]
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music continues playing]
- Holy shit.
- [Sam] Maeve.
[gasps] What
[under breath] What the
How'd you get back in here?
I was scared 'cause you weren't there.
[under breath] Fuck.
Just climb back here.
Just get in there and stay quiet.
- What?
- Hurry, Sam. Now, go, come on!
Now, hurry.
- It's really dark in here.
- I know, I'm sorry.
It's just for a minute, okay?
- [panting]
- [police radio chatter]
[siren whooping]
We'll go check inside.
I'm gonna go make sure
the exits are locked down.
[whispering] Hey. Hey.
Where's Sam?
Harp, where is he?
[officer] Pull up.
[officers chattering faintly]
Pull forward.
License, registration.
Open your trunk, please.
- [police radio chatter]
- [officers chattering]
[car door opens]
- [Tom clearing throat]
- [Anthony] Boss.
Hey, bring me up to speed.
I have the SAC
standing by for a full report.
Anonymous 911 reported
seeing Sam at the Val-U-Corner.
Okay, what about exterior cameras?
- We have anything
- Nothing outside.
- Inside only, and above the registers.
- Okay.
[phone buzzing]
- [whispering] Fuck off, Robbie.
- [officer] Pull up. Keep coming.
Next car, please open your trunk.
[trunk opens]
- Yep, they can go.
- [trunk door closes]
- [officers chattering]
- [trunk door closing]
[police radio chatter]
[officer] Yeah, this one's good.
[phone buzzing]
[buzzing stops]
[officer] Alright, next car.
License and registration, please.
What's all this about?
Missing child.
Where are you coming from?
KJ's. I'm the manager there.
- Open your trunk, please.
- Out of curiosity,
what the kid look like?
- Were you working tonight?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm only asking 'cause there
was a kid inside who seemed lost.
Recently?
Yeah, just like five minutes ago.
Have the FBI respond over here.
Got a lady here
who thinks she might have seen
the kid inside of KJ's.
- [walkie beeps]
- [officer] [over walkie] 10-4.
[people chattering]
[Tom] Okay. Okay, which car?
- [officer] This is the one.
- [Tom] This one?
Hi. You see a boy?
- How old?
- Like, seven? Eight?
Was he by himself?
He's probably still in there now.
Alright, park your car and come with me.
[officers chattering]
[officer] License and registration.
[video game noises]
[police radio chatter]
Alright, right over here.
So, do any of these kids look
like the one you saw earlier?
[suspenseful music playing]
That one.
Alright, no. You got her information?
It's a bum tip. Let 'em go.
[officer] Alright, y'all are free to go.
[door closes]
Yo, Jay. Cops ID'ed
that body from their crew.
- [phone buzzing]
- Name's Kenny Pollard.
Per.
[knocking]
Can I help oh, Jesus!
- Oh, God!
- [clattering]
[Kaylee shouting]
- Please!
- [David screaming]
[phone line ringing]
- [Sara] [on phone] Hey.
- Hey, did she come home yet?
No. Dad, we really need to
discuss Emily making this statement.
- Yeah, I'll I'll talk to you later.
- You can't just keep
[turn signal clicking]
[tires screeching]
[dog barking in distance]
[sighs]
Hey, sweetheart.
[sniffling]
Come on, let's go home.
[soft music playing]
[vehicle approaching]
[car engine turning off]
[car door closes]
[tense music playing]
- [door opens]
- [Robbie sighs]
What have you done to us?
[dramatic music playing]
♪
- [birdsong]
- [dog barking]
[dramatic music playing]
[dog barking]
[police radio chatter]
♪
[dog continues barking]
[phone buzzing]
- [slapping]
- [groans lightly]
[groaning]
[sighs]
What?
What?
When?
Yeah, okay. Okay.
[shuts phone]
Babe? You okay?
Babe, are you alright?
Warren, Derek, and Joanne
were killed last night.
Oh, my God.
And Sam's missing.
[Eryn] Do you know who did it?
[Jayson] [whispering] Same crew.
It has to be.
[muffled chatter]
Stay here.
[Harper] Wyatt, where's
your water bottle?
Come on, Wyatt, we don't
wanna miss the bus again.
- [Wyatt] Can I have Pop-Tarts?
- [Harper] Here's your lunch box.
[Maeve] Come on, we don't wanna be late.
[Robbie] Mornin'.
- [Harper] Hey, Dad.
- Morning, fart face.
[Maeve] What are you still doing home?
I, uh [clearing throat]
I called out of work.
- Throat's all scratchy.
- Hey, Harper needs $25.
What for?
Father-daughter dance is Thursday night.
School's bringing in pizzas.
We don't have to go.
- Dad, I don't even really wanna go.
- Hell yes, we're going.
I I've been looking forward to that.
Definitely goin'.
[backpack zipping]
I'm gonna take a nap.
Aleah and Lizzie,
drive around the neighborhood
and see if any door cams got anything.
Grasso and I will go talk
to Kenny Pollard's fiancée.
- Circle back here after?
- No, no, it's too chaotic.
Let's meet at base camp.
- Lizzie?
- Uh-huh?
Assign an analyst to vet the tips.
Uh, any confirmed ones come through,
have NCMEC patch them
through back to us.
Copy.
[car radio playing faintly]
[Cliff Broward] Anything?
[clicking tongue]
Hasn't gotten back to me yet.
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
- [whispering] Hey.
- There wasn't supposed to be
- no fuckin' kid in that house, man.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. [shushing]
- Hey, hey.
- There wasn't supposed to be no fuckin' kid.
[whispering] Hey, look at
me, look at me, look at me.
Look at me.
- I keep seeing their faces.
- Me too.
- Blood all over.
- Me too.
[Cliff sobbing]
- [whispering] Hey.
- [breathing heavily]
Hey.
How long we been friends?
Hundred years?
Have I always found a way out of things?
We never did anything like this.
We never
That's not what I asked.
Have I always found a way out?
What do I always say?
Everything happens for a reason.
Robbie, we killed those people.
We got Peaches killed.
[sighs]
There ain't no fuckin' reason.
Then, we're gonna make one.
We're gonna make a fuckin' reason.
[bag unzipping]
- The fuck? Where's the cash?
- Shh. No. No.
Where's the fuckin' money?
Don't touch.
Looks like fentanyl. Still wrapped.
[Cliff] What's that
mean, "still wrapped"?
Right over the border.
- Uncut.
- It's supposed to be cash.
The fuck are we gonna do with this?
[Robbie Prendergrast]
If it's what I think it is,
worth a hell of a lot more than cash.
[Robbie exhales sharply]
[inhales deeply, sighs]
[Sam] I'm kind of hungry.
[sniffling]
Go back inside
and, uh, I'll be right there.
What are we gonna do with him?
Robbie, he's seen our faces.
He's been inside your house.
Go down to Monmouth Street.
Buy some test strips.
What for?
Make sure it's pure.
We gotta sell this shit.
Hey. Good mornin'.
What do you normally eat for breakfast?
Mm, I like pancakes.
Alright. Pancakes it is. Come on.
What's your name again?
Robbie.
[faint clucking]
Are those chickens?
- Yeah.
- Can I see them?
Come here.
You see?
- Can I pet them?
- Yeah.
Here, look, look. You see the one
with the black feathers
that's kind of in the middle?
- Yeah.
- That one's Gertie.
She's nice, she'll let you pet her.
I wish humans could talk to animals.
- "Ec-specially" deer.
- Why deer?
What do you wanna say
to deer specifically?
I'd tell them not to cross the street
and to stay in the forest.
'Cause a lot of deer die
trying to cross the street.
Yeah. Yeah.
How long do I have to stay here?
Um
Uh, we'll see.
Not too long, I don't think.
Your, um your parents
said a few days.
Someone was sick. Is
there someone in your family
that hadn't been feeling too hot?
[Sam] My grandmother.
That's it. That's what they said it was.
They said, um, that they
got a call late at night that
you know, your grandmother
was feeling sick, and, um
How do you know my mom and dad?
Um
[clicking tongue] Uh, my brother,
he actually worked with
your father and his friends
- Hey.
- Hey.
[Robbie] a long time
ago, before you were born.
How do you like your pancakes?
Fluffy or crispy?
Fluffy.
Definitely fluffy.
- [kiss smacking]
- Give me a sec.
[sighs]
So
What do we know about the other body
found in Nance's house?
The one from their crew?
Still waitin' on my contacts.
How the fuck did they know
about the shipment?
[Jayson sighs]
- No word back on Sam yet?
- [Shane] [chuckles] No.
The kid's dead.
They took him just to fuck with us.
Six feet in the dirt somewhere.
[breathing heavily]
I'm sorry, Jay.
I'm just upset.
Call an emergency church meeting.
Bring everyone.
[Tom Brandis] Good morning.
FBI special agent Tom Brandis.
[David] David. Kaylee's father,
[Anthony Grasso] TFO Anthony Grasso.
So, uh, this must have been
a pretty overwhelming day
for you, huh, Kaylee?
I know the police
have questioned you already,
but it's very important that we know
who Peaches went out with last night.
It's not that I don't remember.
I just, like, literally haven't
met any of his friends yet.
We met online. I just moved here
from Ohio a few weeks ago.
This may be very difficult
to hear, but
Peaches was killed
during a home invasion,
and it appears as though he was involved
- with the incident.
- [David] In the invading?
Yes.
And it's not the only incident
- he was involved in.
- [David] Jesus Christ, I fucking knew
he was a piece of shit
the moment I set eyes on him.
- And I said, "Kaylee Grace Prater"
- Would you stop, please?
"this kid is a full-on nothing."
- I told you from the get-go
- [Kaylee] Dad, stop!
- Could you just not right now, please?
- you should not be with him.
[Kaylee] Okay, my
I just lost my soul mate.
We we had plans,
- and now I
- Hey, okay. Okay.
[Kaylee sobbing] - Honey,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Mm-hmm.
[Kaylee whimpering]
Kaylee?
Several other people
were killed inside the home.
Alright, right now,
a six-year-old boy is missing.
No, you're you're not
- You think
- It's not that we
- You think Peaches did that? No.
- It's not that we think, Kaylee.
We know Peaches was a part of this crew.
- No, that's no.
- [Anthony] I'm sorry.
No, I don't think
I like you two very much.
- I understand.
- No.
- [Tom] Kaylee, listen to me.
- No. No.
- Kaylee
- [Kaylee sobbing]
it's very important that we know
- [Kaylee] No!
- who his work friends were
so that we could find this little boy.
- [sobbing intensely]
- I think you two should leave.
[Kaylee continues sobbing]
[chickens clucking]
- Do chickens have dreams?
- [Robbie] Hm.
I never really thought about that.
I bet they do.
I bet they dream of big farms.
Yeah, that makes sense.
[phone buzzing]
[somber music playing]
[phone ringing]
Can't find my glasses.
Could you would you mind
Want me to I'll read it.
I'll read it for you.
It's, uh, uh, from Sara.
"Heavy rain here. Flight delayed.
Scheduled to land land at 4:15 now."
Okay.
My daughter's coming in
from Chicago this afternoon.
Oh, that'll be nice, right?
Little little quality family time?
Mm-hmm.
How long have you been with the FBI?
Uh, officially since '03,
but I was, uh, assisting the Bureau
for many years before that
as a as a chaplain.
A chaplain like a like a like a
- Like a priest.
- You're fuckin' with me.
Mm, no, I'm not fuckin' with you.
I don't think people lie about
being a priest very much,
- especially these days, Grasso.
- Yeah, but so help me connect the dots.
I mean, how does a how does a
priest end up working for the FBI?
Uh, I was a volunteer on
their crisis intervention team.
Um, they'd fly clergy out with them
when they went to mass casualty events.
- Columbine, Oklahoma City.
- Yeah. Yeah.
So, uh, yeah, that's where I
met my supervisor, Kathleen.
And when I left the priesthood
and married my wife,
she, uh, she pulled some strings
and got me into Quantico.
What were they expecting a priest to do
at these mass casualty events?
Sprinkle some holy water or, uh
Counsel.
Yeah, when things go terribly wrong,
people want to know
why God let it happen.
Huh.
- What?
- Ah. Yeah, man, well
Well, it's just so I grew up,
uh, Catholic, and my mother,
she had three jobs and
never took a shift on Sunday.
Sundays was for church.
I mean, she would she
would drag me and my sister
to Immaculate Heart for 7 a.m. mass,
quiz us on the readings afterwards,
I mean, every Sunday for 18 years.
And, um, and forgive me, Father,
but, um, you know, none of it
ever made an ounce of sense to me.
I mean, forget the Trinity
and the Transfiguration.
Those are those are, you know.
Just what I wanna know is
is that, you know,
why God gives a shit if we
eat meat on Fridays, you know?
[chuckles]
- Right?
- Right.
I mean, what, is the Catholic church
colluding with Papa John's or something?
I don't know, maybe
we should get the Bureau
- to look into that for us.
- Yeah, please do, please do.
I'd like to enjoy a slice of pepperoni
without the threat of eternal damnation.
[laughing]
This is literally the third time
- she's asked me if it's a weave.
- [laughing]
I don't know, why don't you
ask her if her hair's a weave?
Actually, don't say that.
I'm gonna get in trouble.
- [both chuckle]
- I love those, by the way.
[Meg] Aren't they amazing?
So?
What's new at home?
Not too much.
Uh, I started my summer job.
Um, I had to carry my dad
up the stairs again.
You know what's funny?
When when he drinks,
which is basically every night,
he uses this Phillies Cup.
Like, this plastic Phillies
giveaway cup he's had forever.
And he used to only drink
iced tea out of it.
And because he's using
that cup, I guess he thinks
maybe I don't know what's
really in there or something,
which is so incredibly stupid.
Have you talked to him about that?
Using a different cup?
His drinking.
And you always having
to take care of him.
I'm gonna wait until after sentencing.
Remind me when that is again.
Next Wednesday, 9 a.m.
Sara flies in this afternoon.
Oh.
And I know the family impact statement
is going to come up again.
[clearing throat]
Have you decided
what you're gonna do yet?
Okay, um
What scares you the most?
I I guess
I guess that if I don't say anything,
I'm abandoning my brother,
throwing away the key, you know?
He's not gonna get any better in there.
E-Even when he was getting
treatment out here,
seeing his therapist, taking
his meds, he still struggled.
I remember when he played lacrosse.
Dad suddenly got this idea,
I don't know, maybe he read it somewhere
that being on a team,
the stimulation of the game,
might be good for Ethan.
No one passed him the ball.
He freaked out. He totally lost it.
He ran off the field,
threw a rock through
someone's car window.
We looked for him for hours.
Where was he?
Dad found him asleep at Maddox Field.
Curled up on the bench in the dugout.
And if you do give a statement?
What scares you about that?
I'm scared
he'll be released.
Soon.
And that uh, that scares
me more than anything.
- [footsteps approaching]
- [Anthony] Hey, boss.
- Last slice?
- No. No, thanks.
- Just saying, I'm leaving it here.
- Hey, do me a favor.
Will you round up everybody
for a status meeting, please?
Copy that, boss.
- [knocking]
- Yeah.
- [door opens]
- [Anthony] Hey.
Uh, boss wants a status update.
Okay.
- [vocalizing]
- [knocking]
- [knocking]
- [door opens]
[Lizzie Stover] Sweet as a cake ♪
Let me say, apologize ♪
- [knocking] Lizzie.
- For going - and taking your time ♪
'Cause I'm a [mumbling
indistinctly] - [knocking] Lizzie.
[continues mumbling lyrics]
- Lizzie. Lizzie. Lizzie. Lizzie.
- Oh, my God!
- Jesus.
- Jesus Christ.
Wh [sighs] Status meeting downstairs.
Okay.
Maybe don't scare
the shit out of me next time.
Alright, everyone, let's round robin.
- Lizzie?
- Uh, analysts tagged 12 Ring cams
that show cars within a
one-mile radius of Nance's house.
So, we're working with, um,
Marcus Hook PD right now
to match 'em to homeowners
to see what's out of place.
Okay. Aleah, what about you?
- Anything on the kid?
- [scoffs] None of it's good.
- [Tom] Yeah.
- As of March, he'd been living
full-time with his grandmother,
Sally Moyer,
in Broomall after
Children and Youth Services
deemed the parents unfit.
What about the welfare reports?
[sighs] CYS visited the
house on four occasions
over the past two years.
Mostly ChildLine tips
indicating neglect and drug use.
Sam showed up at a
neighbor's house asking for food.
Sam was repeatedly left
at home all by himself.
How'd he end up back with the parents?
Well, the grandmother
was diagnosed with dementia
and admitted to a memory care facility.
Derek and Joanne passed
a series of drug tests
and CYS returned Sam.
Looks like he'd only
been there a few weeks.
The kid wasn't even supposed
to be at the house last night?
- [Aleah Clinton] No.
- [Tom] Jesus Christ.
Can I ask a question?
Lizzie, you don't have to raise
your hand to ask a question.
Right. Um, no, I just
I don't understand
why you take the kid at all.
I think you're following
the wrong trail here.
Whoever is hitting these houses,
we find them, we find the boy.
They're primarily going
after the Dark Hearts.
- Why don't you jump in here?
- Alright.
Jayson Wilkes, Delaware
County Chapter President.
He was handpicked by Perry Dorazo,
one of the 12 National Leaders who
make up what's known as the Mother Club.
They oversee all gang operations.
Dorazo found Jayson
as a wayward teenager.
He took him under his wing,
championed his rise.
And the rumor was that Perry
murdered the previous Delco president,
Butch Hampton, to ensure
Jayson would assume control.
Under Jayson's leadership,
the Dark Hearts have thrived.
Used to be they trafficked
in heroin and cocaine.
But when heroin users started
chasing a different high,
they brought in fentanyl.
And now, they're the second
largest traffickers
in the northeast.
The Dominicans control the city.
Everything goes through Freddy Frias.
And the Dark Hearts,
the rural communities
from Lancaster County
clear through New York.
For the most part, bikers are addicts,
partiers who sell dope
to fuel their own habits.
But the Dark Hearts are different.
They're as strategic and close-knit
a group as I've come across.
When there's a crack, it's sealed.
When a limb shows weakness,
they cut it off.
Which means this, to me,
doesn't make sense.
Explain "doesn't make sense."
What he's saying is that
whoever is hitting these houses
must be getting some help
from someone inside the gang.
Mm. Not just inside.
Deep inside.
- An informant?
- [Tom] Mm-hmm.
- [under breath] Oh, fuck.
- [Tom] Lizzie, call up to Central
and ask for a meeting
with Joe Easley ASAP.
He's a walking encyclopedia
of all things East Coast bikers.
Let's get to work.
What's on your mind?
Just, if we know
the Dark Hearts got a mole
then they do, too,
and they got their own ways
- of finding it.
- Mm.
[motorcycle rumbling]
[soft music playing]
[rumbling continues]
[Eryn] Jay, Perry's here.
[motorcycle engine shutting off]
[footsteps approaching]
[sighs] - [Perry Dorazo]
Mother Club met this morning.
They were aware of a leak,
but now they got this kid's face
on every milk carton, telephone pole,
federal agency tracking board,
and we got this giant fuckin'
magnifying glass on us
that nobody wants.
Others have lost their faith
in your leadership.
Fuck 'em.
[chuckles]
You have any idea what it
feels like to get sent in
to mop up your shit after
all I've done to get you here?
Huh?
I just need a little more time.
- Don't have more time
- Look.
- You don't have any more time.
- Just give me a few days, okay?
- There is no more
- Give me a couple more days
and I can fix everything.
Our blood and brains have been
splattered all over the walls
'cause of this crew,
and now they've got one of ours,
and it is a fucking kid.
Okay? It's a fucking kid!
And you want more time?
Fuck you. Fuck you.
Fuck you!
[lighter flicking]
[flint striking]
The buy was never made, Per.
[lighter flicking closed]
What do you mean?
Rocco called late last night.
There was a delay on their side.
Meeting got pushed 'til the morning.
Whoever walked out of that house,
they didn't leave with cash.
They left with 12 kilos
of unprocessed China.
China they're gonna have
to find a way to move.
And move fast.
[sighs] That kinda weight, pure,
there's only one buyer around here
- capable of moving it.
- Freddy.
Freddy's gonna want a cut.
That is not gonna be cheap.
Yeah, well.
- [sighs] It's worth it.
- Alright.
I'll make a few calls,
see if I can broker something.
What else do we know so far?
[inhales sharply]
Task force has been set up.
Intel is trickling in now.
- Who's in charge?
- Mm.
Field agent. His name's Tom Brandis.
New paper pusher from Newtown Square.
He won't be a problem.
- Mm?
- Joe Easley here to see you.
Mm! Great.
Let him know I'll be right up.
[Joe Easley] I think your
instincts are right here, Tommy.
Makes sense that the crew
would be working
with an informant inside the gang.
Thanks.
So, what would make
a gang member turn like that?
They don't. Almost ever.
And you're not hearing anything in BAU?
No rumblings in VCMO?
- Within the Dark Hearts?
- Yeah.
Mm-hmm. Worked a joint Task
with Mercer County last November.
Picked up a small timer on a
distro, offered him a proffer deal.
He tells us a story
about a rules violation
within the gang, very hush-hush.
- Rules violation?
- Didn't specify.
Just said that Wilkes
invited a gang member
to the Elks Lodge under
the guise of a gathering.
Once the gang member got there,
- Wilkes beat him for hours.
- Mm.
From what this guy said,
by the time he was finished,
they had the mop bits
of his brain off of the floor.
[paper rustling]
Remember, uh, gang member's name
who Wilkes attacked?
Billy something or other.
I'll call my guy down at Mercer
and get the last name for yas.
I remember telling his daughter
he was missin'.
She knew it had to be Jayson
that killed him.
- Hey. Hey, hey, don't do that.
- [kid] What?
- He likes it.
- Oh, he likes getting his head held down
and not being able to breathe?
Little shit.
[children chattering]
[Bridget] Lost and found.
[Maeve] Wow, Bedazzles are back.
Yes. Gerry called out again.
What the fuck?
He knows I pick up the kids at 3:30.
You go, I'll stick around.
So, how'd it go?
- How did what go?
- The date.
You said his profile pic looked
like he had an eggplant
- in his underwear.
- [chuckles]
Oh, it was amazing.
We went to a nice Italian spot.
I brought him home.
And just when he was about
to go down on me,
my uncle sprang out of the
closet like a jack-in-the-box
- and beat the shit out of him.
- Oh, my God.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah.
You really need to get
the hell out of that situation.
You say it like I don't already know.
You know, my mom
makes the best baked ziti.
You're more than welcome
to join us, crash on our couch.
- Or not, that's cool. Cool, cool.
- [chuckles]
Shit, I gotta get back
to the freak farm.
- You sure you can cover?
- Bitch, please, I got you.
[softly] Watch him.
- [soft clattering]
- [Robbie groans]
[Robbie sighs]
[inhaling sharply]
[groaning] - Can I go
outside and pet Gertie again?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
- [sighs deeply]
- [phone buzzing]
[door opens]
[Maeve] Ah-ah-ah, backpacks
go on hooks, not on floors.
[Wyatt] [giggles] Stop
acting like a baby, fart-face.
- Okay. Okay.
- No!
- [Maeve] Ah-ah-ah. [grunting]
- [Wyatt giggling]
Hey. How was school?
Dad, a boy has a crush on Harper.
[Harper] No, he doesn't. Shut up, Wyatt!
[Wyatt] Max Selby says
she's the prettiest girl in school.
- She is.
- She can do better than Max Selby.
I see Harper kissing in a tree!
- K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
- Oh, my God, shut up, Wyatt, shut up!
[Harper] Who's that?
[Robbie] Oh, that's, uh, Sam.
He's a friend of mine from work's son.
- [Wyatt] Sam?
- Um
You remember Dale? Dale Larson?
[Wyatt] Sam rhymes with "ham."
No, I don't remember Dale Larson.
Yeah, he he asked if I could
look after him for a little while.
Define a little while.
Well, Dale's m-mother is really sick,
and so he had to head down to Dover.
And he couldn't ask somebody else?
[sighs] He, you know, trusts me, so.
Well, that's his first problem.
[sighs] How long's he gonna be here for?
Not long. A couple of days.
Um, she it's like, she's
imminent, is how Dale
described it to me.
Um, uh. Hey, Harp?
Could you, uh, take Wyatt
outside and go say hi?
- [Harper] Sure. Come on.
- [Robbie] Thanks.
- [kids chattering]
- [Robbie sighs]
- [Harper] Slow down!
- I'm sorry about this.
I know you got enough
on your plate as it is.
[Maeve sighs]
You seriously need new friends.
[chickens clucking]
[psychic] [on phone] I know
where they're keeping Sam.
He's way out in the woods
in the middle of nowhere.
For Christ's sakes!
I'm sorry, Miss Evelyn, Miss Pearl,
but we we don't accept
unscreened calls on this line.
[psychic] But he's in trouble,
Brandis, you have to
Yes, we're very well aware
that Sam's in trouble,
and we appreciate the reminder
from the beyond.
- Bye now.
- [Anthony] Same crystal baller again?
Yeah. Hey, Lizzie. Lizzie?
She's probably listening
to Gwen Stefani.
- Hey!
- [banging]
- Snickerdoodle!
- [Lizzie] What the hell is it?!
I thought we assigned
an analyst to vet the tipline.
- [Lizzie] We did!
- Okay, I've had four calls come through
from the same psychic already.
Can you make sure that only vetted tips
come through to us, please?
- [banging]
- Copy. Cut it out, asshole!
FYI, there's a mouse in the bathroom.
- A mouse?
- Mice.
There's tiny shits everywhere.
Congratulations. you're
in charge of the tipline.
Anything promising comes through,
reach out to me ASAP.
- Where you going?
- Uh, I got I got a family thing.
- Night, boss.
- [door closes]
Here, try these on.
Will I still get my toy?
- What toy is that?
- For finishing Reading Club.
My mom said if I finished,
she would buy me a Batman Lego set.
Ah, you're gonna have to talk
to your mom about that one.
Can you maybe call her and ask?
Her name's Joanne.
- Joanne?
- Joanne Nance.
Is your dad's name Derek?
Mm-hmm.
Do you know my parents like Robbie?
I used to. Yeah.
[Sam] Can I go play now?
- Maeve.
- Hm?
Can I go play now?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead.
[soft, dramatic music playing]
[music intensifying]
♪
♪
[people chattering]
- [Donna] Hey, babe. You alright?
- Yeah.
What's Jay saying about all this?
Not much.
It's the same crew, right?
I mean, it's the same guys that the
- [Perry] Hey.
- Yo.
I spoke to Freddy, he's willing
to meet us tomorrow.
So far, he hadn't heard anyone
looking to move that kind of weight.
So, who from our side
knows the drugs
didn't travel last night?
Mm.
[inhales sharply] Right
now, just Breaker and Shane.
Alright, keep it that way.
Let the rest of the club believe
that we're not looking
for the drugs anymore.
They're gone, as far
as they're concerned, okay?
That way, if someone's
inclined to move 'em,
they'll see an opening
and we'll be waiting for the fucker.
Ah, here's Bishop.
- Go greet him.
- [Jayson] Mm.
- I'll meet you.
- Alright.
[indistinct chatter]
[glasses clinking]
[Perry] Hey, D.
Hey.
How you been?
Every day is champagne and strawberries.
- You look good.
- Mm-hmm.
What you doin' later?
Uh, well, it depends on who's askin'.
Me. I'm askin'.
Well, in that case, um
I gotta scrub my toilets.
[Perry chuckles]
[door opens]
Get the fuck off me, man.
[door squeaking closed]
[items rustling]
You got any hot sauce, Em?
- I'm the weirdo who eats pizza with Cholula.
- Yeah, um, top shelf.
- I'll just yeah.
- Ah, love it.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
[Tom] Hello?
It's me.
- We're home.
- Hey.
Uh, is Matt here?
[Matt Kerrigan]
I'll be right there, Tommy.
I'm going full Garfield
on this pizza at the moment.
Alright, I'm gonna take
this stuff up to the bedroom,
then I'm gonna make the crib up.
- Hey.
- Hey.
[whispering] Hi. Oh.
- Hey.
- [baby whining]
- Is Andy not I thought he
- Andy's gonna fly in on Thursday.
- Oh.
- He had a
a second interview with a firm.
- [baby whining]
- Hey.
- Yeah.
- Can I hold him?
- [baby continues whining]
- Yeah. Yeah.
Uh, you want to sit down?
Uh, mm-hmm.
Come here, baby. Okay.
[exhaling sharply] Hey.
Okay.
- Okay.
- Hello. Hello.
- You got him.
- You miss me? I missed you.
- [sputtering]
- Be warned, he's gassy.
- Okay.
- [sighs] Now, I'm gonna pour myself
a bucket of wine. Hey, Matt.
- [Emily babbling]
- [Matt] Hey, sweetheart.
- How's life in Chicago?
- [Sara sighs]
[Sara] Be much better when
this nightmare's finally over.
- [baby babbling]
- Mm-hmm, I know.
["The Long Road" by Pearl Jam playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[soft rock music continues playing]
[whispering] What are
we doing with the kid?
- I don't know yet.
- He's all over the news.
Radio mentioned his name three times
- on my way back to you.
- Maybe we
just drop him somewhere, like a park
Drop him? The minute we drop him,
he's leading cops back to your house.
Back to us.
We're not just Droppin' him.
Let's just get the money
and then we'll figure out
what to do with the kid.
Alright?
- [Cliff sighs]
- More crab fries?
- Kitchen's gonna close.
- No, thanks.
Yes, please.
[waitress] I'll bring
yous one more basket.
[music continues]
[phone buzzing]
Hey. Hey!
- [phone continues buzzing]
- Phone's going off.
- [phone clicks closed]
- Not comin'.
Not comin'?
Let's go.
Come on.
[footsteps approaching]
[sighs] Finally asleep.
Atta girl.
God, with teething,
he's just been impossible
to get down lately.
Matt, you wanna start, or?
Yeah, sure, I'll I'll jump in here.
Your father and I thought it
would be good for all of us
to sit down and walk through
what to expect
at sentencing on Wednesday.
Ethan has pled guilty
to murder in the third degree,
which has a maximum
sentence of 15 years.
Sentencing itself will be
fairly straightforward.
Have any of you seen
your brother since it happened?
I have, yeah.
I've I've been to visit Ethan
a few times.
[Matt] Alright, well,
to prepare you both,
because you haven't seen Ethan,
he looks quite different.
His hair is very short now.
He's thinner.
It will be a bit of a shock
seeing him again.
At first.
It's good that you'll have each other.
- [Sara] Mm.
- The judge will have some business to talk through,
and then he'll ask if there
is a statement from the family.
I don't know if you've given that
- any more thought.
- We have discussed.
- [Sara] We're not gonna
- [Emily] I think I'd like to say
something.
I thought I thought we agreed
we we weren't gonna make a statement.
- I don't remember agreeing.
- Yeah, last time we all spoke.
- [Emily] No, I said I said I wasn't sure.
- Dad, you remember.
- We agreed.
- I said that I would think about it.
[sniffling] What exactly
do you plan on saying?
[scoffs] I don't know.
I haven't, like, written it out yet.
But it would be aimed at what?
Just, um
telling the judge a little bit
about how we grew up.
Ethan and I before we were
adopted by Mom and Dad.
And maybe that
I don't think he's gonna get
the help he needs
from inside of a prison.
[inhales deeply]
Yeah I don't I don't
even know what to say.
- Relax, Sara.
- [scoffs] This, uh, impact statement,
depending on how persuasive
Emily is, of course,
uh, is something
the judge would consider
when determining Ethan's sentence?
As I mentioned to your father,
Judge Adams will
will take what you all have
to say very seriously.
- Jesus fucking Christ.
- Calm down, Sara.
You're telling me there's a
chance Ethan could be released
- in five years, is that what you're telling me?
- Let's not get all worked up.
- Tom's right, he may not
- I'm not getting worked up.
- [Matt] The judge may not
- Who's getting worked up? I'm
[Tom] Sara.
I'm asking a question.
What's wrong with a fucking question?
Something catastrophic
has happened to our family.
Our mother was murdered.
- By her brother.
- Don't say it like that.
- Say it like what?
- [Tom] Don't do that.
He had a psychiatric disorder,
and he was off his meds
- because of COVID.
- Yeah, he threw Mom down the stairs.
He broke her neck.
[inhales deeply]
How'd you feel?
Dad, how do you how do you feel
about the idea that in five years,
Ethan could be walking
through that door
moving into the bedroom upstairs
and eating dinner at this table
after killing your wife?
My mother.
[Emily] [softly] She was my mother too.
What? What'd you say?
- I didn't hear what you just said.
- She was my mother, too.
Uh [scoffs]
Don't do that, goddamn it!
You still haven't answered my question.
- [door closes]
- Maybe I should just step out.
Sit down, Matt.
[Matt sighs]
[exhales sharply]
When I was a priest, I had, uh,
some stock answer for that question.
Yeah, it's easy to talk
about forgiveness
when it's not your loss.
I miss your mother.
I miss my son.
There's not a day that goes by
when I don't wake up
and think for a minute,
"That didn't happen.
That couldn't possibly have happened."
Not to us, we were so
[scoffs lightly]
But I did.
As for forgiveness and mercy,
Sara, God, I don't know.
I've prayed for an answer,
some kind of guidance,
and all I've gotten
in return is silence.
[Tom sighs]
I'm lost.
[gentle music playing]
Thanks for coming, Matt.
I'm gonna go find your sister.
[door opens]
[door closes]
- [baby crying]
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
[sighs]
[whispering] Sam.
- Sam.
- Hm?
- What?
- Shh. Come on.
- There you go.
- Where are we going?
We're gonna go get your
present for finishing Reading Club.
Mind if I bum one?
Yeah.
- Grazie, Snickerdoodle.
- Okay, can you just stop
with the whole "Snickerdoodle"?
It's it was literally my Yahoo email
- in, like, 2012.
- Phew.
[sucking teeth] Mine was, um,
DJGrassanova@yahoo.com.
DJ Grassanova?
I deejayed to pay my way
through college.
I worked the Catholic grade
school mixer tour for a few years.
Merion Mercy down to Villa Maria.
All the rich Main Line kids.
I even had, like, a little
like a routine I'd do, you know.
A routine?
- Yeah.
- What was the routine?
I can't remember, Stover, it was, uh,
"Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the St. Monica
- "seventh and eighth grade mixer tour.
- [gasps]
"Before we get started, a few rules.
- [laughing]
- "No straddlin', bendin',
"grindin', freakin', twerkin'.
"Keep both feet on the floor.
Hands on shoulders and waist.
"Mosh pits and crowdsurfing
are strictly prohibited.
"And if you're gonna PDA,
do it somewhere the priests
"and the nuns won't see yous.
- [snickering]
- "I'll be your host this evening
"with an all-request final hour.
DJ Grassanova!"
[laughing]
- Wow.
- Mm.
What was on your playlist?
It depend I mean,
you gotta read the crowd.
Oh, okay, so there's, like, this science
- behind being DJ Grassanova.
- Of course.
- Okay.
- If it's a feeder mixer,
you got kids from all different schools.
Everyone's kind of nervous
hiding in their corners.
You gotta ease things in, right?
Something something classic.
Like, uh, Calvin Harris' "Summer."
But if everyone knows each other
and they're looking to grind
- Grind? That's disgusting.
- then I'm going straight in with Flo Rida's
[singing] Whistle baby,
whistle baby, let me know ♪
[laughing]
- Do you miss it?
- Being a DJ?
- Yeah.
- Every fuckin' day.
[laughing]
[dramatic music playing]
See that store? I want you to go inside
and find that Batman toy you wanted.
What are you gonna do?
I'm just gonna make a quick call
and then I'll be right in, okay?
[child chattering indistinctly]
[car engine starting]
Go ahead.
[car door opens, closes]
♪
[gear cranking]
[video game noises]
[children chattering]
♪
[operator] 911, what's your emergency?
Hi, I'm at the Val-U-Corner
out on Boot Road.
I think I just saw that missing
kid you're all looking for.
[video game noises,
children chattering continue]
- Yeah. This one?
- [customer] That one.
[indistinct chatter]
[phone buzzing]
Tipline, this is Aleah.
[Lizzie chattering indistinctly]
Where?
[knocking] Hey, possible
sighting of Sam Nance.
We gotta go.
[phone buzzing]
Hey, Aleah. What's up?
[Aleah] Tipline reported
a sighting of Sam Nance.
Where?
[Aleah] Shopping
center out on Boot Road.
[Tom] Y-You got a confirmation?
[Aleah] Clothing description
matches what we have.
They're locking the place down
and setting up checkpoints
at the exits.
[sighs]
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music continues playing]
- Holy shit.
- [Sam] Maeve.
[gasps] What
[under breath] What the
How'd you get back in here?
I was scared 'cause you weren't there.
[under breath] Fuck.
Just climb back here.
Just get in there and stay quiet.
- What?
- Hurry, Sam. Now, go, come on!
Now, hurry.
- It's really dark in here.
- I know, I'm sorry.
It's just for a minute, okay?
- [panting]
- [police radio chatter]
[siren whooping]
We'll go check inside.
I'm gonna go make sure
the exits are locked down.
[whispering] Hey. Hey.
Where's Sam?
Harp, where is he?
[officer] Pull up.
[officers chattering faintly]
Pull forward.
License, registration.
Open your trunk, please.
- [police radio chatter]
- [officers chattering]
[car door opens]
- [Tom clearing throat]
- [Anthony] Boss.
Hey, bring me up to speed.
I have the SAC
standing by for a full report.
Anonymous 911 reported
seeing Sam at the Val-U-Corner.
Okay, what about exterior cameras?
- We have anything
- Nothing outside.
- Inside only, and above the registers.
- Okay.
[phone buzzing]
- [whispering] Fuck off, Robbie.
- [officer] Pull up. Keep coming.
Next car, please open your trunk.
[trunk opens]
- Yep, they can go.
- [trunk door closes]
- [officers chattering]
- [trunk door closing]
[police radio chatter]
[officer] Yeah, this one's good.
[phone buzzing]
[buzzing stops]
[officer] Alright, next car.
License and registration, please.
What's all this about?
Missing child.
Where are you coming from?
KJ's. I'm the manager there.
- Open your trunk, please.
- Out of curiosity,
what the kid look like?
- Were you working tonight?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm only asking 'cause there
was a kid inside who seemed lost.
Recently?
Yeah, just like five minutes ago.
Have the FBI respond over here.
Got a lady here
who thinks she might have seen
the kid inside of KJ's.
- [walkie beeps]
- [officer] [over walkie] 10-4.
[people chattering]
[Tom] Okay. Okay, which car?
- [officer] This is the one.
- [Tom] This one?
Hi. You see a boy?
- How old?
- Like, seven? Eight?
Was he by himself?
He's probably still in there now.
Alright, park your car and come with me.
[officers chattering]
[officer] License and registration.
[video game noises]
[police radio chatter]
Alright, right over here.
So, do any of these kids look
like the one you saw earlier?
[suspenseful music playing]
That one.
Alright, no. You got her information?
It's a bum tip. Let 'em go.
[officer] Alright, y'all are free to go.
[door closes]
Yo, Jay. Cops ID'ed
that body from their crew.
- [phone buzzing]
- Name's Kenny Pollard.
Per.
[knocking]
Can I help oh, Jesus!
- Oh, God!
- [clattering]
[Kaylee shouting]
- Please!
- [David screaming]
[phone line ringing]
- [Sara] [on phone] Hey.
- Hey, did she come home yet?
No. Dad, we really need to
discuss Emily making this statement.
- Yeah, I'll I'll talk to you later.
- You can't just keep
[turn signal clicking]
[tires screeching]
[dog barking in distance]
[sighs]
Hey, sweetheart.
[sniffling]
Come on, let's go home.
[soft music playing]
[vehicle approaching]
[car engine turning off]
[car door closes]
[tense music playing]
- [door opens]
- [Robbie sighs]
What have you done to us?
[dramatic music playing]
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