Task (2025) s01e05 Episode Script
Vagrants
1
[rain pattering lightly]
[gentle music playing]
[Robbie Prendergrast]
When I was a kid
my brother and I went
swimmin' in the quarry.
January, February, it didn't matter.
You jump into water that cold,
your heart can explode from the shock.
So, you take some water
you put it on both your shoulders.
And your body gets used
to the temperature.
And your heart slows
so it don't explode.
[gentle music continues playing]
Whoo!
[chatter, laughter]
[loud knocking]
[knocking]
- [gasps]
- Where is he?
W-Where is who? Where's who?
Fuck! Where the fuck is he?
- Where is who?
- Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray!
Where the fuck is he?!
[Shelley] Ray's in jail.
[Robbie] Jail.
What the fuck?
What the fuck are you
talking about jail?
He texted Cliff.
Last night, Ray fuckin' texted Cliff
to meet up with Lee Whitehead,
and now Cliff's fuckin' gone.
The FBI took him in.
The FB
Two days ago.
Two two days?
[breathing heavily]
Where where the fuck is Cliff?
[Shelley] I don't know where Cliff is.
You still have the stuff?
Lee wouldn't touch it before,
'cause he doesn't trust Ray.
But I've known Lee
my whole life, and, um
and if I went to him,
you know, just just me,
and asked, you know,
if maybe he might
What are you talkin' about?
I can help you move the dope.
Why the hell would I trust you?
'Cause I'm a good person.
A good person?
Jesus Christ.
Ray's meetin' his parole
officer on on Friday.
And there's a chance he could make bail.
If I don't escape now, I might
never get another chance.
[phone flipping]
[Aleah Clinton] The
witness is waiting inside.
Name's Alexander Jovanovic.
Seems confident he can provide
a description of our suspect.
[Tom Brandis] Okay, and
we got a sketch artist coming?
- [Aleah] ETA 15.
- [Tom] What about his cell phone?
We get any fingerprints?
Phone was tossed into the Delaware.
- [sighs]
- But the bucket's out at Hobbes now
being run for rapid DNA.
- Bucket? What bucket?
- Sam was releasing a fish
into the river when the
witness encountered him.
- He was releasing a fish?
- Yeah.
Suspect's vehicle is a Honda Accord.
Unfortunately, none of the cameras
provide a clear angle
of the license plate.
hadn't slept that night. Boss.
[Tom] Good morning. What do you got?
Um, from yesterday.
The truck driver who
met with our suspect
is Bartosz Karpowski.
- Listed address in Ridley.
- Okay, call Ridley P.D.,
send all avail units
over there to meet him.
- Yes, sir.
- Lizzie.
- Mm?
- Uh, check all the stores
and traffic cams along Baltimore Pike,
see if they got a visual
of the Honda plates.
- Copy.
- Where's this witness?
Hey. Good morning.
- Special Agent Tom Brandis.
- Alex.
So, uh, you feel confident
that you'd be able to describe this guy?
Yeah. He was standing as close to me
as you are right now.
W-What can you tell me about the kid?
W-Was he frazzled? Scared?
- Any visible injuries?
- No.
No, just seemed like a normal kid.
Okay. The sketch
artist will be here shortly.
Take your time,
be as detailed as possible.
Okay.
Get some rest, kiddo.
- Check in with you later.
- Yeah.
[beeping]
[tense music playing]
[door opens, closes]
[sighs]
[door opens]
[Kathleen McGinty] Mm.
Morning, boss.
What does summer casual
mean to you, Connor?
Um, so I did some more digging
on those Task Force members
- you asked about.
- Uh-huh?
You got a minute to chat?
Mm-hmm.
- Did you eat enough?
- Mm-hmm.
Do I have to leave?
Yeah.
Can I pet Gertie one last time?
Sure.
[door opens, closes]
[knocking on door]
[Perry Dorazo] Holy Christ. Look at you!
You are all grown up.
- Oh, my God.
- [kiss smacking]
Wow!
I remember when you
were little Wavy Maevey,
wobbling on her training wheels
out in the yard.
[both chuckle]
Ah, you look great, kid. Can I come in?
What for?
The club's heading out
to Stroudsburg for the weekend.
You know, for the yearly
gathering. Remember those?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah.
And we're gonna do a little ceremony
for the fallen brothers,
your dad included.
So, I just wanted to see
if I could find his his cut,
- if it was laying around, you know, his vest.
- Yeah, sure.
- Good.
- Do you mind walking around back, though?
I just finished cleaning the floor.
Sure. Back where?
Garage. It's where our stuff is.
Yep.
[suspenseful music playing]
[chickens clucking]
My dad's stuff's over there.
Gray and green box.
Who's all living here now?
Sorry?
I mean, you got bikes,
and bins, and toys, and
Oh, my Uncle Robbie.
Him and his kids
moved in a little while ago.
Hm.
What the hell is crazy Robbie
up to these days?
Not much. You know Robbie.
Take whatever you want.
[suspenseful music continues]
- Sam.
- [chickens clucking]
[Sam] What?
Stay here and don't move.
Do not move until I come back.
Promise me this time.
Maeve?
Maevey?
Hello?
[Perry chuckles softly]
[phone buzzing]
[sighs]
Find what you need?
I did.
Where's Robbie at now?
Don't know. I haven't
seen him in a few days.
Hm.
It's great to see you again, sweetheart.
Don't be a stranger, okay?
Remember, we're still your family.
[kiss smacking]
[door opens, closes]
[sighs]
[car engine rumbling]
Stay here. I'll be right back, okay?
Oh, my God, it's really fucking him.
Okay, do me a favor.
Can you look after Harper and Wyatt?
Please, Bridge.
You're the only one
I can trust right now.
- It's just until
- Until what?
What's gonna happen to you, Maeve?
So, how long you think it'll take?
I mean, depending how
specific your witness is here?
- Yeah.
- Typically, 30, 40 minutes.
Alright.
- As soon as you can, okay?
- Alright.
Alex, this is Miguel.
- He's gonna do the sketch.
- [Aleah] Tom?
- Yeah?
- The lab called.
The DNA results came back.
They were able to pull
a second set of prints
off the bucket Sam was carrying.
Bad news. It's a woman.
21-year-old Maeve Prendergrast,
listed address in Elverson.
Good news?
Her father is Billy Prendergrast.
Lieutenant within the Dark Hearts.
A missing persons report
was filed 14 months ago.
I called the detective assigned.
No body was ever found,
but he's convinced
that Billy was murdered by his own gang.
- Billy Prendergrast.
- Mm.
Alright. Thanks.
- Wait, where are you going?
- I'm going to pay Maeve a visit.
[dramatic music playing]
[Robbie] [sighs] By the time I
got to the park, Cliff wasn't there.
And then, Shelley's sayin'
Ray was taken in
- by the FBI.
- The FBI?
Right? Doesn't make any
Doesn't make any sense. It
doesn't make any fuckin' sense.
Cliff was there.
I was on the phone with him.
He was shouting to me,
"Get out, get out, get out."
Like like there was someone
there that he wasn't expecting.
It was Jayson.
What are you talking about, Jayson?
[Eryn] He walked into
the house this morning.
How would Jason have known
about Wissahickon Park?
No, it wasn't Jayson.
It was Ray. It was Ray.
He was covered in blood.
I'm telling you, Robbie, it was Jayson.
Oh [sobbing]
[inhales sharply]
[breathing heavily]
Don't fuckin' touch me right now.
[groans]
[sighs]
[Robbie sighs]
[exhales slowly]
[gentle music playing]
[sighs]
I'm gonna go.
Get rid of this dope.
You can't sell it.
I already told you, Robbie.
I know what you said.
[sniffling]
[people chattering, laughing faintly]
[chatter, laughter continue]
[gentle music playing]
[soft, dramatic music playing]
[hand brake cranking]
I had a feeling you were lyin' to me.
[Eryn grunting]
I made you a respectful offer.
A clean way out.
Now, we gotta handle things different.
Come on.
- Come on.
- [Eryn grunting]
[leaves rustling]
[Eryn gasps]
[dramatic music playing]
[Eryn gasping]
[screaming] Help!
[screaming]
[grunting]
- Help!
- Shut up!
Help!
[screaming]
Shut the fuck up. Shut up!
- [faint screaming]
- [music drowning out screams]
Is there nothing else
that we can do? ♪
There's this side of me ♪
[grunting]
- [gasping] Help!
- Shut up!
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up.
[softly] Shut the fuck up.
[splashing]
[tense music playing]
[splashing stops]
Eryn?
Fuck.
Come on. Come on.
- [birdsong]
- [wind rustling leaves softly]
[soft, dramatic music playing]
[slurping]
[door opens]
[DTO member] I'll let
Freddy know you're here.
[speaking Spanish]
[whispering]
You brought them to my house?
You're not thinking.
[DTO member] Just as
the Dark Hearts described.
I know what you're thinking.
Let's assume you don't know
what I'm thinking.
You have got a war on your hands.
Play the long game.
[whispering] You're
learning too fast, nephew.
Get Jayson on the phone right away.
For what? What are you asking for?
Everything.
Hey, come on in.
Come on, come on.
S-Sit down, sit down.
[phone ringing]
- [Anthony Grasso] [on phone] Hey.
- Hey.
Any luck with Bartosz?
Yeah, wife said he left on a route
early this morning, Canada-bound.
I put out a BOLO to all LPR readers.
My guess, the staties will
tag him somewhere along I-95.
Did she happen to mention the last
name Prendergrast, by any chance?
Prendergrast? No, where
is that name comin' from?
[Tom] Rapid DNA confirmed
partials off that bucket.
I'm heading over there now.
Um, what's the address?
[Tom] Uh, 16 Millville Lane. Elverson.
[phone clicking]
Alright, copy that. I'll meet you there.
I'm just 10 minutes behind.
[Tom] Alright. I'll see you there.
[birdsong]
[Anthony] Hey.
Hey.
- Evidence locker.
- Yeah.
[Anthony]
How'd everything go last night?
Nabbed Cliff Broward. Not the dope.
What the fuck do you mean, not the dope?
You tell me. It wasn't on him.
Wasn't in the park, wasn't in the car.
Fuck.
What about the kid?
You ask Broward about Sam?
No. Kid's fuckin' dead.
Taken yesterday afternoon
at Alloyed Trucking.
He look fuckin' dead to you?
Just remember who you're
fuckin' talking to right now.
PACIC bulletins are flashing
across tracking boards.
Every uniform in the state is searching
for that very-much-alive kid right now.
I'm cuttin' things
way too close this time.
The guy in the picture,
do you recognize him?
Tattoos? Anything that could help us?
- [Jayson] It's just a fucking hand.
- [phone buzzing]
Just give me a second, hang on. Yeah?
Yeah.
[phone beeps]
[beeps]
[Jayson] Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was Freddy.
They got him.
- Got who?
- Your guy.
It's Robbie Prendergrast.
His brother used to be in the club.
- Wait, wait, wait. Did
- [Jayson sniffles]
- Did you just say Prendergrast?
- Yeah.
Now, listen to me.
Freddy's gonna set up a meeting.
- Robbie's gonna bring the dope with him.
- I gotta fuckin' go.
- Where are you goin'?
- Do not leave for that meeting
till you hear from me first,
you understand?
- Grasso?
- Do not fuckin' leave, Jayson!
[pencil scribbling]
[Lizzie humming softly]
Whoo!
Oh, my God.
That's bad, right?
I can't smell anything.
Oh, so you think it's fine?
- No, I can't smell anything.
- Oh, expiration date is
At all, actually. Ever.
What are you talking about?
When this happened,
I lost my sense of smell,
and it just it just never came back.
Is that permanent?
Yeah. So far.
What happened to him?
- After
- Yeah. [sighs]
He's an HVAC tech in Charlotte.
I call his parole officer every month
pretend I am following up
on a felony case
for the DA's office,
just to make sure that he is
where he is supposed to be.
And that he's not, you know
doing the same thing
to some other woman.
[knocking]
Mm. [clearing throat]
Maeve?
Harp?
[line ringing]
[Maeve] Hey, it's
Maeve. Leave a message.
[soft, dramatic music playing]
[phone buzzing]
- Hey, Grasso.
- [Anthony] [on phone] Hey.
Um, you you at that house?
Prendergrast's?
Yeah, I just got here.
There's a Honda Accord right out front.
[Anthony] Listen, just
wait till I get there, alright?
'Cause if you think it's somethin',
it's better we go in together.
Wait, someone's coming out of the house.
- Tom, wait for me.
- I think this is our guy.
- Do not go inside that
- I gotta go.
- Get here as soon as you can.
- Tom!
[Tom] Hey. Hey.
How you doing?
I, uh
Oh! Special Agent Tom Brandis, FBI.
Whew!
Is is Maeve Prendergrast home?
What do you wanna talk to Maeve about?
Uh, well, the Bureau
assigned me to a cold case
involving her, uh, her father,
um, Billy Prendergrast.
I I don't know where
Maeve's at right now,
and I gotta I gotta get to work.
Would would you mind if I
if I used your bathroom?
I've been I've been
in the car all morning,
and, uh, my molars are floating.
- Just just quickly.
- [sighs]
- I'll be out of your hair.
- Alright. Alright.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Right here?
- Yeah, just down to the left.
Okay.
[Tom sighs] Oh, brother.
[door locking]
[toilet seat banging]
- You alright in there?
- Yeah, just, uh
[chuckles] It takes me
a little longer than usual.
[splashing]
I got a little bit of a shy bladder.
[splashing]
[splashing]
[toilet flushing]
[grunting lightly]
[sighing] Okay.
- Yeah. Thank you.
- You get it all out?
Yeah. Pushing 60.
It's like, uh, my bladder's the
size of a shot glass. [chuckles]
Yeah, listen, I gotta get to work, so.
Yeah. Well, just quickly,
I was wondering,
what's what's the best way
to to get ahold of Maeve?
Her cell. Uh
Is it alright if I sit here?
- Her cell?
- Yeah.
Okay.
I my phone.
There we go.
Okay. What is that number?
Uh, 6-1-0.
Wait, I forgot my glasses. [chuckles]
6-1-0.
- 4-4-5
- 4-4-5
- 8-8-3-2.
- 8-8-3-2.
610-445-8832?
- Mm-hmm.
- Alright, what was your name?
- I'm Robbie.
- Robbie.
Did you know Billy, by any chance, or
He was my brother.
Aw, well
I'm sorry. That's tough.
Well, honestly, uh, Robbie,
the the reason I'm here
is, um, there's been some new evidence,
uh, technological advancements.
You know, there's, um, the DNA,
and the, uh, sequencing machines,
and, uh, the AI
you know, it's just
[chuckles] It's over my head,
all this stuff.
I'm I'm just a note taker, but, uh,
you know, if you
if you could give me something
that that belonged to to Billy,
then, uh, I could get
this process started.
Preferably a hairbrush.
- I'll look.
- Thank you. Thank you, Robbie.
You know, I, uh a winter hat too.
Winter hats are very good
for, uh, DNA samples.
[phone buzzing]
Don't fuckin' move. Put your shit down.
Stand up.
You got any other weapons on you?
- No.
- No?
- No.
- You lying to me again?
No, I'm not lying to you.
You got some
gun hiding in your sock
or up your asshole?
No. We're only issued one firearm,
and, no, it's not in my asshole.
You being fuckin' wise with me, Tom?
[Tom] No.
I wouldn't be wise
with a gun in your back.
Move.
[tense music playing]
Robbie, this is not a good idea.
[chuckles] You think?
I'm a million miles past good ideas.
- Now, move.
- [Tom grunting softly]
You're like a baby giraffe.
Hey! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I know them cars got trackers in 'em.
You're a little sneak, aren't you, Tom?
Fuckin' DNA machines.
I know you weren't pissing
in that bathroom, neither.
Nobody pisses like that.
Plop, plop, plop, like you're
takin' a shit standin' up.
- [car door closes]
- Is the boy okay?
- Is the boy
- Route 100.
- Head north.
- Is the boy alive?
[banging seat] Drive!
[police siren approaching]
[police siren fading]
Turn the radio on.
- [newscaster] gonna have scattered showers
- Not not this. Music.
- high of 78 degrees
- Just pick one.
[announcer] You're
listening to Easy Country
on Sirius Satellite Radio.
[country music playing softly]
[Robbie] Billy's dead.
- I'm sorry?
- My brother Billy.
There's nothing cold about his case.
Jayson Wilkes beat him to death.
It's what started this whole thing.
[Tom] You mean, you,
and Cliff, and Peaches
robbing these drug houses?
Where's Cliff now?
Dead.
Jayson got him, too.
He's got some informant. Set it up.
Had us meet out at Wissahickon Park
pretending to buy dope.
That's where they took Cliff.
[country music continues
playing softly]
What's in the bag, Robbie?
Basketballs.
That duffle bag have something
to do with where we're headed?
Yeah.
Yeah, we're going to a pick-up game.
You're very perceptive, Tom. You
must be the Bureau's top man, huh?
[scoffs] Not even close.
Tom?
[Robbie] What's your actual job title?
What do they call you?
- [phone buzzing]
- [Tom] Resident agent.
Resident agent?
Sounds like a fuckin'
real estate salesman.
Hey, I think something happened to Tom.
[Robbie] Tom Brandis, from Springfield.
Where are we going, Robbie?
[Robbie] Answers are given
on a need-to-know basis.
This your family?
Two of these
do not look like the others.
[turning down volume]
My wife Susan and I
adopted a couple kids.
How long you and Susie been married?
Twenty-nine years.
Where'd you lovebirds meet?
[Tom] Bryn Mawr Hospital.
Hospital? Jesus.
No, we weren't
She was a, uh,
a patients' rights advocate,
and I was a priest at the time,
giving Last Rites to patients.
She converted you from the priesthood?
Oh, it wasn't like that.
I was the one that did all the chasing.
Susan wasn't, uh, very fond of me.
She was a an atheist,
and, uh, we argued quite a bit
over what to say to people
who were dying.
She believed that this is our only life.
I'm team Susan.
I never once felt God in my life.
And I think people wanna
believe that there's more than this
'cause if this is really all there is
then that's too fuckin'
depressing for some people.
You know, but
there's nothing else after this.
[Elverson police chief]
Maeve Prendergrast,
21 years old, no criminal record.
And she just walked into the
station with Sam at her side.
Yeah, waived Miranda
and said she was willing
to talk without an attorney.
It seems to me like she just
wants this whole thing
- to be over.
- Where's the boy now?
Being evaluated at Lankenau.
The corporal who transported him
didn't note any visible bruising
or signs of trauma,
at least not physical.
Mm.
Morning.
Kathleen McGinty,
Supervisory Special Agent
- with the FBI.
- [softly] Fuck me.
So, from what I understand,
Miss Prendergrast,
you've been read your rights
and you've agreed to talk to me.
Is that correct?
I'm gonna need a yes or no, dear.
- Loud and clear.
- Yeah.
Yes or no?
Yes.
Wonderful.
So, let's start at the beginning.
- [knocking]
- Hi. Oh, shoot, what happened?
Ow!
- What is wrong with you?
- I'm sorry, Donna. I'm sorry.
- Ow! Ow.
- Hey. Are you alright?
No! Jesus Christ.
[phone buzzing]
[softly] Fuck.
[sniffling]
- [phone continues buzzing]
- [sighs]
[inhales deeply]
- Hey.
- [Jayson] [on phone] Hey, yo.
Where you been all day?
Yeah, I-I had to handle something.
Must have tried your phone
like 50 fuckin' times.
- Uh-huh.
- Listen, we're outside.
- Freddy called.
- [mouthing] Fuck!
It's Robbie Prendergrast.
Billy's fuckin' brother.
He went to Freddy to move the china.
Freddy wanted double.
That's why I was calling you.
He had me over a barrel, Per.
I didn't know what to do.
That's alright, kiddo, um
Uh, where's Robbie now?
He asked for a meeting
way up in Bushkill, 6 p.m.
Billy had that huntin' cabin
on the Lehigh River.
That's where we're gonna meet him.
Yeah, alright, I'll
I'll be right out, alright?
Yeah. Uh, hey, hey, can you ask
Donna if she's heard from Eryn?
From Eryn?
Uh, yeah, of course. Why?
Ah, the kids just called.
They got home from school
and she's not there.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'll ask her, okay?
I'll be right out, alright?
[sniffling]
Hey, D? You alright?
[Donna sighs]
Jayson wants you to check on the kids.
I don't know, I guess
Eryn's not home yet.
[door closes]
Alright. Power down.
Going dark.
[grunting]
- The fuck happened to you?
- [sighs, sniffles]
I just got all lightheaded
comin' out of the shower this morning,
and just slipped, and went boom.
[car engine starting]
[Kathleen] So, you knew this fella?
[Maeve] Yeah. I I didn't
recognize him though.
- [Kathleen] Can you describe
- [knocking]
- I need to speak with you.
- Can it wait?
[door closes]
Grasso was supposed to meet Tom
at Robbie Prendergrast's house.
He thinks he's missing.
Missing? What do you mean?
Well, his car is there, but he's not.
The last thing Tom said to Grasso
was that the suspect's car
was in the driveway,
and then, um, someone
was comin' out the front door.
Call Central.
I want every single tag reader
within 50 miles of Robbie's house
looking for that vehicle.
- And put out an APB. Notify only.
- Right.
I wanna know which way
that car is going.
[teacher] Instead of
distributing 5x minus 2,
we leave them factored. Why?
[speaker on PA] Will Emily Brandis
please report to the main office?
Emily Brandis to
the main office immediately.
[teacher] Now, let's go back to
what we discussed yesterday.
[phone flipping closed]
[car horn honking]
[car door opens]
- What's the latest?
- [Aleah] Honda's license plate
just pinged an LPR reader on Route 100.
- 100 where?
- [Kathleen] Stroudsburg Plaza.
Northeast of Bushkill.
[dramatic music playing]
[Robbie] You seen people
die, doing Last Rites and all?
Yes.
What was that like?
What's it like?
Yeah, like, in the final moments.
Are people scared?
Yes.
Every one.
You got a family, Robbie?
[Robbie] Yeah.
I got a I got a boy and a girl.
Wyatt and Harper.
A summer tanager showed up
in my backyard recently.
It's not supposed to be
anywhere near, uh, Pennsylvania
this time of year.
It's called a vagrant.
- A what?
- Vagrant.
It's a, uh, a bird that's strayed
outside its normal range.
Strayed so far that it's forgotten
how to find its way home.
Most of them don't survive.
Wow. What a lovely story.
Thank you for sharing, Tom.
I've kidnapped the world's
most depressing human.
What I'm saying, Robbie, is
you could still go home.
[sighs]
- Get off here.
- Here? What what for?
'Cause I don't want to be
on the same road too long.
- They can track us. Get off.
- Well, 100 takes us right into Bushkill.
Tom, I fuckin' like you.
Don't like you enough
to let you fuck up my plan.
Get off the fuckin' highway.
[Sara] He left maybe 8 a.m.
Um, I don't know what he was wearing
because he was gone
before I came downstairs.
[agent] Alright.
I have everything I need.
And this is the best number
to reach you at?
- Yeah.
- Okay. Thank you for this.
We'll be in touch when we have
any news about your father.
[dramatic music playing]
[birdsong]
Is it good news or or bad news
that we haven't heard anything?
It's fucking torture.
Wait, were you able to, um, reach Andy?
He changed his flight.
He gets in tomorrow at 3:00.
I guess I should let you know,
um, that Andy and I
have been, uh,
separated for four months.
Wait, what? Why?
[chuckles softly]
I wish I had a less pathetic story.
He left his cellphone at home one day.
I found a text.
Her name's Serena.
She's a law school classmate.
You want to know the worst part?
She looks just like me.
It's like he traded me in
for a younger version.
And I'm so mad, because I met her once.
[sighs]
And I told her how pretty she looked.
What are you gonna do?
I always relied on Mom for the answer.
How long have you felt that way, like
all you're allowed
to feel was gratitude?
[sighs]
Since I've
since I've been with our family.
I don't want you
to feel that way anymore.
Mom wouldn't either.
[scoffs]
[dramatic music playing]
You sure?
The next toll station on 100
hasn't recorded the Honda's plate yet.
[Anthony] It should have by now, right?
Fuck! Motherfucker!
He must have got off somewhere.
- [tires screeching]
- [car horn honking]
Slow down. Turn here.
[dramatic music continues]
[Tom] You gonna kill me, Robbie?
If you are, I'd at least like
to call my family.
[Robbie] No can do.
Why not?
So your Fed buddies can track us
and fuck up my plan.
You're not callin' Susan.
Susan's dead.
She passed away over a year ago.
I wanna speak to my kids, Robbie.
- Not happening.
- There's things I wanna say to them.
- Stop the car.
- There's things I need to say.
Stop the fuckin' car!
Turn the engine off.
Turn the fuckin' engine off!
- [car turning off]
- [keys jingling]
[birdsong]
Hand me the keys.
Get out!
[car door closes]
Will you please let me
just call my family?
Walk down there.
Come on, fuckin' move!
[birdsong continues]
Will you at least
take a message to my son?
[Robbie] I'm the last person
you want taking a message
- to anyone right now.
- [urinating]
[Robbie sighs]
[Robbie exhales sharply]
In fact
I need you to do me a favor.
My niece, Maeve
she had nothing to do with any of this.
I don't want her gettin'
punished for my fuck-ups.
Will you help her?
You promise?
I got the word of the Bureau's
top fuckin' real estate agent?
You're a decent man, Tom.
You walk straight into
those woods for a mile or so,
you should be good.
You'll see it. It's beautiful.
Y-You don't have to go
through with this, Robbie.
What was that bird you
called me, that that, um
vagrant.
You could still go home.
Even if I wanted to go home,
I don't know the way no more.
I need you to walk
into those woods, Tom.
[birdsong continues]
[gentle music playing]
[birdsong continues]
[sighs]
[child shouting in distance]
[children shouting, laughing]
[shouting, laughter continue]
[adult chattering]
[chattering continues]
[laughter, chatter continue]
[clearing throat] Hello.
Hello, excuse me.
Hi, my name's Tom Brandis.
I, uh, I'm a special agent with the FBI.
I lost my phone. I was wondering
if maybe I could, uh,
make a call on yours?
- Oh. Okay, sure.
- Thank you so much.
Thank you. I'm gonna
just take it down there.
[sighs deeply]
[phone line ringing]
[Emily] [on phone] Hello?
- Hey, sweetheart.
- Dad! Oh, my God.
Where where are you? Are you alright?
Yeah. I'm okay. Everything's fine.
I'm okay.
Uh, is Sara with you, too?
[Sara] I'm here, Dad.
Hey.
[Sara] You scared us. Where are you?
Believe it or not,
I'm, uh, I'm at a beautiful lake
with, uh, lots of birds around.
Mm.
[mouth full] I'm an emotional eater.
[phone ringing]
Yeah.
Holy shit. Tom. Where are you?
Uh-huh? Okay.
Yeah. I'm on with Tom.
- [Lizzie] With Tom?
- [Anthony] Tom? Where is he?
Locust Lake, Robbie
Prendergrast dropped him off.
- Yeah. Hey, that's good.
- [Anthony] Dropped him off?
We'll be right there.
Aleah, call Central.
Let them know Robbie's Honda
has Sirius Satellite Radio.
They can track his car.
[vehicle approaching]
- [Tom] Hi.
- [Lizzie] You alright?
I'm okay. Did we hear from Sirius?
[Kathleen] Yeah, they
matched the Honda's plate.
Aleah's on with 'em now,
triangulating the signal.
Alright. Are we gonna get backup?
Pocono PD and Lehigh Barracks.
- We're not gonna see a whole lot of support out here.
- [Aleah] They got a ping.
[Kathleen] What? Where?
Exit 36A. Old Mill State Road.
[dramatic music playing]
Five hundred feet, make a left.
You sure?
Okay. Thank you.
Stop here. This is where it last pinged.
♪
Aleah, did security say how
close they could ping a car here?
Within a half mile.
Where's the cabin at?
[Jayson] By the bridge.
Let's go this way.
[Kathleen] Okay. Here.
These are talk-around only.
We got no reception out here,
so if we need to contact dispatch,
use a mobile unit.
Alright, let's split up.
Lizzie and Grasso, you take
that side, we'll go this way.
♪
[grunting]
[dramatic music continues]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
Robbie!
[water rushing loudly]
[muffled] Get on the ground!
Do it!
[Tom] [muffled] Robbie!
Get on the ground, Robbie!
Put the gun down, Robbie!
Robbie! Put the gun down!
[Tom] [voice clear] It's over!
[dramatic music playing]
[rain pattering lightly]
[gentle music playing]
[Robbie Prendergrast]
When I was a kid
my brother and I went
swimmin' in the quarry.
January, February, it didn't matter.
You jump into water that cold,
your heart can explode from the shock.
So, you take some water
you put it on both your shoulders.
And your body gets used
to the temperature.
And your heart slows
so it don't explode.
[gentle music continues playing]
Whoo!
[chatter, laughter]
[loud knocking]
[knocking]
- [gasps]
- Where is he?
W-Where is who? Where's who?
Fuck! Where the fuck is he?
- Where is who?
- Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray!
Where the fuck is he?!
[Shelley] Ray's in jail.
[Robbie] Jail.
What the fuck?
What the fuck are you
talking about jail?
He texted Cliff.
Last night, Ray fuckin' texted Cliff
to meet up with Lee Whitehead,
and now Cliff's fuckin' gone.
The FBI took him in.
The FB
Two days ago.
Two two days?
[breathing heavily]
Where where the fuck is Cliff?
[Shelley] I don't know where Cliff is.
You still have the stuff?
Lee wouldn't touch it before,
'cause he doesn't trust Ray.
But I've known Lee
my whole life, and, um
and if I went to him,
you know, just just me,
and asked, you know,
if maybe he might
What are you talkin' about?
I can help you move the dope.
Why the hell would I trust you?
'Cause I'm a good person.
A good person?
Jesus Christ.
Ray's meetin' his parole
officer on on Friday.
And there's a chance he could make bail.
If I don't escape now, I might
never get another chance.
[phone flipping]
[Aleah Clinton] The
witness is waiting inside.
Name's Alexander Jovanovic.
Seems confident he can provide
a description of our suspect.
[Tom Brandis] Okay, and
we got a sketch artist coming?
- [Aleah] ETA 15.
- [Tom] What about his cell phone?
We get any fingerprints?
Phone was tossed into the Delaware.
- [sighs]
- But the bucket's out at Hobbes now
being run for rapid DNA.
- Bucket? What bucket?
- Sam was releasing a fish
into the river when the
witness encountered him.
- He was releasing a fish?
- Yeah.
Suspect's vehicle is a Honda Accord.
Unfortunately, none of the cameras
provide a clear angle
of the license plate.
hadn't slept that night. Boss.
[Tom] Good morning. What do you got?
Um, from yesterday.
The truck driver who
met with our suspect
is Bartosz Karpowski.
- Listed address in Ridley.
- Okay, call Ridley P.D.,
send all avail units
over there to meet him.
- Yes, sir.
- Lizzie.
- Mm?
- Uh, check all the stores
and traffic cams along Baltimore Pike,
see if they got a visual
of the Honda plates.
- Copy.
- Where's this witness?
Hey. Good morning.
- Special Agent Tom Brandis.
- Alex.
So, uh, you feel confident
that you'd be able to describe this guy?
Yeah. He was standing as close to me
as you are right now.
W-What can you tell me about the kid?
W-Was he frazzled? Scared?
- Any visible injuries?
- No.
No, just seemed like a normal kid.
Okay. The sketch
artist will be here shortly.
Take your time,
be as detailed as possible.
Okay.
Get some rest, kiddo.
- Check in with you later.
- Yeah.
[beeping]
[tense music playing]
[door opens, closes]
[sighs]
[door opens]
[Kathleen McGinty] Mm.
Morning, boss.
What does summer casual
mean to you, Connor?
Um, so I did some more digging
on those Task Force members
- you asked about.
- Uh-huh?
You got a minute to chat?
Mm-hmm.
- Did you eat enough?
- Mm-hmm.
Do I have to leave?
Yeah.
Can I pet Gertie one last time?
Sure.
[door opens, closes]
[knocking on door]
[Perry Dorazo] Holy Christ. Look at you!
You are all grown up.
- Oh, my God.
- [kiss smacking]
Wow!
I remember when you
were little Wavy Maevey,
wobbling on her training wheels
out in the yard.
[both chuckle]
Ah, you look great, kid. Can I come in?
What for?
The club's heading out
to Stroudsburg for the weekend.
You know, for the yearly
gathering. Remember those?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah.
And we're gonna do a little ceremony
for the fallen brothers,
your dad included.
So, I just wanted to see
if I could find his his cut,
- if it was laying around, you know, his vest.
- Yeah, sure.
- Good.
- Do you mind walking around back, though?
I just finished cleaning the floor.
Sure. Back where?
Garage. It's where our stuff is.
Yep.
[suspenseful music playing]
[chickens clucking]
My dad's stuff's over there.
Gray and green box.
Who's all living here now?
Sorry?
I mean, you got bikes,
and bins, and toys, and
Oh, my Uncle Robbie.
Him and his kids
moved in a little while ago.
Hm.
What the hell is crazy Robbie
up to these days?
Not much. You know Robbie.
Take whatever you want.
[suspenseful music continues]
- Sam.
- [chickens clucking]
[Sam] What?
Stay here and don't move.
Do not move until I come back.
Promise me this time.
Maeve?
Maevey?
Hello?
[Perry chuckles softly]
[phone buzzing]
[sighs]
Find what you need?
I did.
Where's Robbie at now?
Don't know. I haven't
seen him in a few days.
Hm.
It's great to see you again, sweetheart.
Don't be a stranger, okay?
Remember, we're still your family.
[kiss smacking]
[door opens, closes]
[sighs]
[car engine rumbling]
Stay here. I'll be right back, okay?
Oh, my God, it's really fucking him.
Okay, do me a favor.
Can you look after Harper and Wyatt?
Please, Bridge.
You're the only one
I can trust right now.
- It's just until
- Until what?
What's gonna happen to you, Maeve?
So, how long you think it'll take?
I mean, depending how
specific your witness is here?
- Yeah.
- Typically, 30, 40 minutes.
Alright.
- As soon as you can, okay?
- Alright.
Alex, this is Miguel.
- He's gonna do the sketch.
- [Aleah] Tom?
- Yeah?
- The lab called.
The DNA results came back.
They were able to pull
a second set of prints
off the bucket Sam was carrying.
Bad news. It's a woman.
21-year-old Maeve Prendergrast,
listed address in Elverson.
Good news?
Her father is Billy Prendergrast.
Lieutenant within the Dark Hearts.
A missing persons report
was filed 14 months ago.
I called the detective assigned.
No body was ever found,
but he's convinced
that Billy was murdered by his own gang.
- Billy Prendergrast.
- Mm.
Alright. Thanks.
- Wait, where are you going?
- I'm going to pay Maeve a visit.
[dramatic music playing]
[Robbie] [sighs] By the time I
got to the park, Cliff wasn't there.
And then, Shelley's sayin'
Ray was taken in
- by the FBI.
- The FBI?
Right? Doesn't make any
Doesn't make any sense. It
doesn't make any fuckin' sense.
Cliff was there.
I was on the phone with him.
He was shouting to me,
"Get out, get out, get out."
Like like there was someone
there that he wasn't expecting.
It was Jayson.
What are you talking about, Jayson?
[Eryn] He walked into
the house this morning.
How would Jason have known
about Wissahickon Park?
No, it wasn't Jayson.
It was Ray. It was Ray.
He was covered in blood.
I'm telling you, Robbie, it was Jayson.
Oh [sobbing]
[inhales sharply]
[breathing heavily]
Don't fuckin' touch me right now.
[groans]
[sighs]
[Robbie sighs]
[exhales slowly]
[gentle music playing]
[sighs]
I'm gonna go.
Get rid of this dope.
You can't sell it.
I already told you, Robbie.
I know what you said.
[sniffling]
[people chattering, laughing faintly]
[chatter, laughter continue]
[gentle music playing]
[soft, dramatic music playing]
[hand brake cranking]
I had a feeling you were lyin' to me.
[Eryn grunting]
I made you a respectful offer.
A clean way out.
Now, we gotta handle things different.
Come on.
- Come on.
- [Eryn grunting]
[leaves rustling]
[Eryn gasps]
[dramatic music playing]
[Eryn gasping]
[screaming] Help!
[screaming]
[grunting]
- Help!
- Shut up!
Help!
[screaming]
Shut the fuck up. Shut up!
- [faint screaming]
- [music drowning out screams]
Is there nothing else
that we can do? ♪
There's this side of me ♪
[grunting]
- [gasping] Help!
- Shut up!
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up.
[softly] Shut the fuck up.
[splashing]
[tense music playing]
[splashing stops]
Eryn?
Fuck.
Come on. Come on.
- [birdsong]
- [wind rustling leaves softly]
[soft, dramatic music playing]
[slurping]
[door opens]
[DTO member] I'll let
Freddy know you're here.
[speaking Spanish]
[whispering]
You brought them to my house?
You're not thinking.
[DTO member] Just as
the Dark Hearts described.
I know what you're thinking.
Let's assume you don't know
what I'm thinking.
You have got a war on your hands.
Play the long game.
[whispering] You're
learning too fast, nephew.
Get Jayson on the phone right away.
For what? What are you asking for?
Everything.
Hey, come on in.
Come on, come on.
S-Sit down, sit down.
[phone ringing]
- [Anthony Grasso] [on phone] Hey.
- Hey.
Any luck with Bartosz?
Yeah, wife said he left on a route
early this morning, Canada-bound.
I put out a BOLO to all LPR readers.
My guess, the staties will
tag him somewhere along I-95.
Did she happen to mention the last
name Prendergrast, by any chance?
Prendergrast? No, where
is that name comin' from?
[Tom] Rapid DNA confirmed
partials off that bucket.
I'm heading over there now.
Um, what's the address?
[Tom] Uh, 16 Millville Lane. Elverson.
[phone clicking]
Alright, copy that. I'll meet you there.
I'm just 10 minutes behind.
[Tom] Alright. I'll see you there.
[birdsong]
[Anthony] Hey.
Hey.
- Evidence locker.
- Yeah.
[Anthony]
How'd everything go last night?
Nabbed Cliff Broward. Not the dope.
What the fuck do you mean, not the dope?
You tell me. It wasn't on him.
Wasn't in the park, wasn't in the car.
Fuck.
What about the kid?
You ask Broward about Sam?
No. Kid's fuckin' dead.
Taken yesterday afternoon
at Alloyed Trucking.
He look fuckin' dead to you?
Just remember who you're
fuckin' talking to right now.
PACIC bulletins are flashing
across tracking boards.
Every uniform in the state is searching
for that very-much-alive kid right now.
I'm cuttin' things
way too close this time.
The guy in the picture,
do you recognize him?
Tattoos? Anything that could help us?
- [Jayson] It's just a fucking hand.
- [phone buzzing]
Just give me a second, hang on. Yeah?
Yeah.
[phone beeps]
[beeps]
[Jayson] Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was Freddy.
They got him.
- Got who?
- Your guy.
It's Robbie Prendergrast.
His brother used to be in the club.
- Wait, wait, wait. Did
- [Jayson sniffles]
- Did you just say Prendergrast?
- Yeah.
Now, listen to me.
Freddy's gonna set up a meeting.
- Robbie's gonna bring the dope with him.
- I gotta fuckin' go.
- Where are you goin'?
- Do not leave for that meeting
till you hear from me first,
you understand?
- Grasso?
- Do not fuckin' leave, Jayson!
[pencil scribbling]
[Lizzie humming softly]
Whoo!
Oh, my God.
That's bad, right?
I can't smell anything.
Oh, so you think it's fine?
- No, I can't smell anything.
- Oh, expiration date is
At all, actually. Ever.
What are you talking about?
When this happened,
I lost my sense of smell,
and it just it just never came back.
Is that permanent?
Yeah. So far.
What happened to him?
- After
- Yeah. [sighs]
He's an HVAC tech in Charlotte.
I call his parole officer every month
pretend I am following up
on a felony case
for the DA's office,
just to make sure that he is
where he is supposed to be.
And that he's not, you know
doing the same thing
to some other woman.
[knocking]
Mm. [clearing throat]
Maeve?
Harp?
[line ringing]
[Maeve] Hey, it's
Maeve. Leave a message.
[soft, dramatic music playing]
[phone buzzing]
- Hey, Grasso.
- [Anthony] [on phone] Hey.
Um, you you at that house?
Prendergrast's?
Yeah, I just got here.
There's a Honda Accord right out front.
[Anthony] Listen, just
wait till I get there, alright?
'Cause if you think it's somethin',
it's better we go in together.
Wait, someone's coming out of the house.
- Tom, wait for me.
- I think this is our guy.
- Do not go inside that
- I gotta go.
- Get here as soon as you can.
- Tom!
[Tom] Hey. Hey.
How you doing?
I, uh
Oh! Special Agent Tom Brandis, FBI.
Whew!
Is is Maeve Prendergrast home?
What do you wanna talk to Maeve about?
Uh, well, the Bureau
assigned me to a cold case
involving her, uh, her father,
um, Billy Prendergrast.
I I don't know where
Maeve's at right now,
and I gotta I gotta get to work.
Would would you mind if I
if I used your bathroom?
I've been I've been
in the car all morning,
and, uh, my molars are floating.
- Just just quickly.
- [sighs]
- I'll be out of your hair.
- Alright. Alright.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Right here?
- Yeah, just down to the left.
Okay.
[Tom sighs] Oh, brother.
[door locking]
[toilet seat banging]
- You alright in there?
- Yeah, just, uh
[chuckles] It takes me
a little longer than usual.
[splashing]
I got a little bit of a shy bladder.
[splashing]
[splashing]
[toilet flushing]
[grunting lightly]
[sighing] Okay.
- Yeah. Thank you.
- You get it all out?
Yeah. Pushing 60.
It's like, uh, my bladder's the
size of a shot glass. [chuckles]
Yeah, listen, I gotta get to work, so.
Yeah. Well, just quickly,
I was wondering,
what's what's the best way
to to get ahold of Maeve?
Her cell. Uh
Is it alright if I sit here?
- Her cell?
- Yeah.
Okay.
I my phone.
There we go.
Okay. What is that number?
Uh, 6-1-0.
Wait, I forgot my glasses. [chuckles]
6-1-0.
- 4-4-5
- 4-4-5
- 8-8-3-2.
- 8-8-3-2.
610-445-8832?
- Mm-hmm.
- Alright, what was your name?
- I'm Robbie.
- Robbie.
Did you know Billy, by any chance, or
He was my brother.
Aw, well
I'm sorry. That's tough.
Well, honestly, uh, Robbie,
the the reason I'm here
is, um, there's been some new evidence,
uh, technological advancements.
You know, there's, um, the DNA,
and the, uh, sequencing machines,
and, uh, the AI
you know, it's just
[chuckles] It's over my head,
all this stuff.
I'm I'm just a note taker, but, uh,
you know, if you
if you could give me something
that that belonged to to Billy,
then, uh, I could get
this process started.
Preferably a hairbrush.
- I'll look.
- Thank you. Thank you, Robbie.
You know, I, uh a winter hat too.
Winter hats are very good
for, uh, DNA samples.
[phone buzzing]
Don't fuckin' move. Put your shit down.
Stand up.
You got any other weapons on you?
- No.
- No?
- No.
- You lying to me again?
No, I'm not lying to you.
You got some
gun hiding in your sock
or up your asshole?
No. We're only issued one firearm,
and, no, it's not in my asshole.
You being fuckin' wise with me, Tom?
[Tom] No.
I wouldn't be wise
with a gun in your back.
Move.
[tense music playing]
Robbie, this is not a good idea.
[chuckles] You think?
I'm a million miles past good ideas.
- Now, move.
- [Tom grunting softly]
You're like a baby giraffe.
Hey! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I know them cars got trackers in 'em.
You're a little sneak, aren't you, Tom?
Fuckin' DNA machines.
I know you weren't pissing
in that bathroom, neither.
Nobody pisses like that.
Plop, plop, plop, like you're
takin' a shit standin' up.
- [car door closes]
- Is the boy okay?
- Is the boy
- Route 100.
- Head north.
- Is the boy alive?
[banging seat] Drive!
[police siren approaching]
[police siren fading]
Turn the radio on.
- [newscaster] gonna have scattered showers
- Not not this. Music.
- high of 78 degrees
- Just pick one.
[announcer] You're
listening to Easy Country
on Sirius Satellite Radio.
[country music playing softly]
[Robbie] Billy's dead.
- I'm sorry?
- My brother Billy.
There's nothing cold about his case.
Jayson Wilkes beat him to death.
It's what started this whole thing.
[Tom] You mean, you,
and Cliff, and Peaches
robbing these drug houses?
Where's Cliff now?
Dead.
Jayson got him, too.
He's got some informant. Set it up.
Had us meet out at Wissahickon Park
pretending to buy dope.
That's where they took Cliff.
[country music continues
playing softly]
What's in the bag, Robbie?
Basketballs.
That duffle bag have something
to do with where we're headed?
Yeah.
Yeah, we're going to a pick-up game.
You're very perceptive, Tom. You
must be the Bureau's top man, huh?
[scoffs] Not even close.
Tom?
[Robbie] What's your actual job title?
What do they call you?
- [phone buzzing]
- [Tom] Resident agent.
Resident agent?
Sounds like a fuckin'
real estate salesman.
Hey, I think something happened to Tom.
[Robbie] Tom Brandis, from Springfield.
Where are we going, Robbie?
[Robbie] Answers are given
on a need-to-know basis.
This your family?
Two of these
do not look like the others.
[turning down volume]
My wife Susan and I
adopted a couple kids.
How long you and Susie been married?
Twenty-nine years.
Where'd you lovebirds meet?
[Tom] Bryn Mawr Hospital.
Hospital? Jesus.
No, we weren't
She was a, uh,
a patients' rights advocate,
and I was a priest at the time,
giving Last Rites to patients.
She converted you from the priesthood?
Oh, it wasn't like that.
I was the one that did all the chasing.
Susan wasn't, uh, very fond of me.
She was a an atheist,
and, uh, we argued quite a bit
over what to say to people
who were dying.
She believed that this is our only life.
I'm team Susan.
I never once felt God in my life.
And I think people wanna
believe that there's more than this
'cause if this is really all there is
then that's too fuckin'
depressing for some people.
You know, but
there's nothing else after this.
[Elverson police chief]
Maeve Prendergrast,
21 years old, no criminal record.
And she just walked into the
station with Sam at her side.
Yeah, waived Miranda
and said she was willing
to talk without an attorney.
It seems to me like she just
wants this whole thing
- to be over.
- Where's the boy now?
Being evaluated at Lankenau.
The corporal who transported him
didn't note any visible bruising
or signs of trauma,
at least not physical.
Mm.
Morning.
Kathleen McGinty,
Supervisory Special Agent
- with the FBI.
- [softly] Fuck me.
So, from what I understand,
Miss Prendergrast,
you've been read your rights
and you've agreed to talk to me.
Is that correct?
I'm gonna need a yes or no, dear.
- Loud and clear.
- Yeah.
Yes or no?
Yes.
Wonderful.
So, let's start at the beginning.
- [knocking]
- Hi. Oh, shoot, what happened?
Ow!
- What is wrong with you?
- I'm sorry, Donna. I'm sorry.
- Ow! Ow.
- Hey. Are you alright?
No! Jesus Christ.
[phone buzzing]
[softly] Fuck.
[sniffling]
- [phone continues buzzing]
- [sighs]
[inhales deeply]
- Hey.
- [Jayson] [on phone] Hey, yo.
Where you been all day?
Yeah, I-I had to handle something.
Must have tried your phone
like 50 fuckin' times.
- Uh-huh.
- Listen, we're outside.
- Freddy called.
- [mouthing] Fuck!
It's Robbie Prendergrast.
Billy's fuckin' brother.
He went to Freddy to move the china.
Freddy wanted double.
That's why I was calling you.
He had me over a barrel, Per.
I didn't know what to do.
That's alright, kiddo, um
Uh, where's Robbie now?
He asked for a meeting
way up in Bushkill, 6 p.m.
Billy had that huntin' cabin
on the Lehigh River.
That's where we're gonna meet him.
Yeah, alright, I'll
I'll be right out, alright?
Yeah. Uh, hey, hey, can you ask
Donna if she's heard from Eryn?
From Eryn?
Uh, yeah, of course. Why?
Ah, the kids just called.
They got home from school
and she's not there.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'll ask her, okay?
I'll be right out, alright?
[sniffling]
Hey, D? You alright?
[Donna sighs]
Jayson wants you to check on the kids.
I don't know, I guess
Eryn's not home yet.
[door closes]
Alright. Power down.
Going dark.
[grunting]
- The fuck happened to you?
- [sighs, sniffles]
I just got all lightheaded
comin' out of the shower this morning,
and just slipped, and went boom.
[car engine starting]
[Kathleen] So, you knew this fella?
[Maeve] Yeah. I I didn't
recognize him though.
- [Kathleen] Can you describe
- [knocking]
- I need to speak with you.
- Can it wait?
[door closes]
Grasso was supposed to meet Tom
at Robbie Prendergrast's house.
He thinks he's missing.
Missing? What do you mean?
Well, his car is there, but he's not.
The last thing Tom said to Grasso
was that the suspect's car
was in the driveway,
and then, um, someone
was comin' out the front door.
Call Central.
I want every single tag reader
within 50 miles of Robbie's house
looking for that vehicle.
- And put out an APB. Notify only.
- Right.
I wanna know which way
that car is going.
[teacher] Instead of
distributing 5x minus 2,
we leave them factored. Why?
[speaker on PA] Will Emily Brandis
please report to the main office?
Emily Brandis to
the main office immediately.
[teacher] Now, let's go back to
what we discussed yesterday.
[phone flipping closed]
[car horn honking]
[car door opens]
- What's the latest?
- [Aleah] Honda's license plate
just pinged an LPR reader on Route 100.
- 100 where?
- [Kathleen] Stroudsburg Plaza.
Northeast of Bushkill.
[dramatic music playing]
[Robbie] You seen people
die, doing Last Rites and all?
Yes.
What was that like?
What's it like?
Yeah, like, in the final moments.
Are people scared?
Yes.
Every one.
You got a family, Robbie?
[Robbie] Yeah.
I got a I got a boy and a girl.
Wyatt and Harper.
A summer tanager showed up
in my backyard recently.
It's not supposed to be
anywhere near, uh, Pennsylvania
this time of year.
It's called a vagrant.
- A what?
- Vagrant.
It's a, uh, a bird that's strayed
outside its normal range.
Strayed so far that it's forgotten
how to find its way home.
Most of them don't survive.
Wow. What a lovely story.
Thank you for sharing, Tom.
I've kidnapped the world's
most depressing human.
What I'm saying, Robbie, is
you could still go home.
[sighs]
- Get off here.
- Here? What what for?
'Cause I don't want to be
on the same road too long.
- They can track us. Get off.
- Well, 100 takes us right into Bushkill.
Tom, I fuckin' like you.
Don't like you enough
to let you fuck up my plan.
Get off the fuckin' highway.
[Sara] He left maybe 8 a.m.
Um, I don't know what he was wearing
because he was gone
before I came downstairs.
[agent] Alright.
I have everything I need.
And this is the best number
to reach you at?
- Yeah.
- Okay. Thank you for this.
We'll be in touch when we have
any news about your father.
[dramatic music playing]
[birdsong]
Is it good news or or bad news
that we haven't heard anything?
It's fucking torture.
Wait, were you able to, um, reach Andy?
He changed his flight.
He gets in tomorrow at 3:00.
I guess I should let you know,
um, that Andy and I
have been, uh,
separated for four months.
Wait, what? Why?
[chuckles softly]
I wish I had a less pathetic story.
He left his cellphone at home one day.
I found a text.
Her name's Serena.
She's a law school classmate.
You want to know the worst part?
She looks just like me.
It's like he traded me in
for a younger version.
And I'm so mad, because I met her once.
[sighs]
And I told her how pretty she looked.
What are you gonna do?
I always relied on Mom for the answer.
How long have you felt that way, like
all you're allowed
to feel was gratitude?
[sighs]
Since I've
since I've been with our family.
I don't want you
to feel that way anymore.
Mom wouldn't either.
[scoffs]
[dramatic music playing]
You sure?
The next toll station on 100
hasn't recorded the Honda's plate yet.
[Anthony] It should have by now, right?
Fuck! Motherfucker!
He must have got off somewhere.
- [tires screeching]
- [car horn honking]
Slow down. Turn here.
[dramatic music continues]
[Tom] You gonna kill me, Robbie?
If you are, I'd at least like
to call my family.
[Robbie] No can do.
Why not?
So your Fed buddies can track us
and fuck up my plan.
You're not callin' Susan.
Susan's dead.
She passed away over a year ago.
I wanna speak to my kids, Robbie.
- Not happening.
- There's things I wanna say to them.
- Stop the car.
- There's things I need to say.
Stop the fuckin' car!
Turn the engine off.
Turn the fuckin' engine off!
- [car turning off]
- [keys jingling]
[birdsong]
Hand me the keys.
Get out!
[car door closes]
Will you please let me
just call my family?
Walk down there.
Come on, fuckin' move!
[birdsong continues]
Will you at least
take a message to my son?
[Robbie] I'm the last person
you want taking a message
- to anyone right now.
- [urinating]
[Robbie sighs]
[Robbie exhales sharply]
In fact
I need you to do me a favor.
My niece, Maeve
she had nothing to do with any of this.
I don't want her gettin'
punished for my fuck-ups.
Will you help her?
You promise?
I got the word of the Bureau's
top fuckin' real estate agent?
You're a decent man, Tom.
You walk straight into
those woods for a mile or so,
you should be good.
You'll see it. It's beautiful.
Y-You don't have to go
through with this, Robbie.
What was that bird you
called me, that that, um
vagrant.
You could still go home.
Even if I wanted to go home,
I don't know the way no more.
I need you to walk
into those woods, Tom.
[birdsong continues]
[gentle music playing]
[birdsong continues]
[sighs]
[child shouting in distance]
[children shouting, laughing]
[shouting, laughter continue]
[adult chattering]
[chattering continues]
[laughter, chatter continue]
[clearing throat] Hello.
Hello, excuse me.
Hi, my name's Tom Brandis.
I, uh, I'm a special agent with the FBI.
I lost my phone. I was wondering
if maybe I could, uh,
make a call on yours?
- Oh. Okay, sure.
- Thank you so much.
Thank you. I'm gonna
just take it down there.
[sighs deeply]
[phone line ringing]
[Emily] [on phone] Hello?
- Hey, sweetheart.
- Dad! Oh, my God.
Where where are you? Are you alright?
Yeah. I'm okay. Everything's fine.
I'm okay.
Uh, is Sara with you, too?
[Sara] I'm here, Dad.
Hey.
[Sara] You scared us. Where are you?
Believe it or not,
I'm, uh, I'm at a beautiful lake
with, uh, lots of birds around.
Mm.
[mouth full] I'm an emotional eater.
[phone ringing]
Yeah.
Holy shit. Tom. Where are you?
Uh-huh? Okay.
Yeah. I'm on with Tom.
- [Lizzie] With Tom?
- [Anthony] Tom? Where is he?
Locust Lake, Robbie
Prendergrast dropped him off.
- Yeah. Hey, that's good.
- [Anthony] Dropped him off?
We'll be right there.
Aleah, call Central.
Let them know Robbie's Honda
has Sirius Satellite Radio.
They can track his car.
[vehicle approaching]
- [Tom] Hi.
- [Lizzie] You alright?
I'm okay. Did we hear from Sirius?
[Kathleen] Yeah, they
matched the Honda's plate.
Aleah's on with 'em now,
triangulating the signal.
Alright. Are we gonna get backup?
Pocono PD and Lehigh Barracks.
- We're not gonna see a whole lot of support out here.
- [Aleah] They got a ping.
[Kathleen] What? Where?
Exit 36A. Old Mill State Road.
[dramatic music playing]
Five hundred feet, make a left.
You sure?
Okay. Thank you.
Stop here. This is where it last pinged.
♪
Aleah, did security say how
close they could ping a car here?
Within a half mile.
Where's the cabin at?
[Jayson] By the bridge.
Let's go this way.
[Kathleen] Okay. Here.
These are talk-around only.
We got no reception out here,
so if we need to contact dispatch,
use a mobile unit.
Alright, let's split up.
Lizzie and Grasso, you take
that side, we'll go this way.
♪
[grunting]
[dramatic music continues]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
Robbie!
[water rushing loudly]
[muffled] Get on the ground!
Do it!
[Tom] [muffled] Robbie!
Get on the ground, Robbie!
Put the gun down, Robbie!
Robbie! Put the gun down!
[Tom] [voice clear] It's over!
[dramatic music playing]