- Hey, is this the organic one? - Yeah.
Yeah, and you warmed it up in the microwave for 12 seconds.
12 seconds, like you said. [baby fussing]
It's okay.
I know, you don't like it, do you?
I don't know why he just won't eat it.
It's not you, I think he's just getting used to it still.
Nina?
Yeah.
Do you hear da-da?
Hey, will you--will you help me in finishing
and just make sure that he eats all of his fruit
and you get a bottle when you wake up from your nap.
- Nina? - Yeah, I'm here. What's up?
I'm late for work and I can't find my shoes.
Okay.
Does Dougie really need all this stuff?
Don't be dramatic. I just rearranged.
Okay, but what about the closet in his room?
- It's full. - Wow.
This kid could equip an entire nursery school at this point.
You're going a little overboard with him.
Okay, well, I don't think I am.
We have every baby accessory known to man.
I mean, we have stockpiles of food, diapers everywhere.
Okay, well, I like to be prepared
in case of an emergency. - But what is the emergency?
End of times?
We have laminated feeding charts in every single room.
These are color coded.
Okay.
You're, like, obsessed
with being some kind of perfect mother.
This is, like, taking over our lives.
Yes, well, that's what babies do, Stuart.
They take over your lives and your closets
and your home and-- - Absolutely not. No.
It's not that complicated.
You feed them, you change them, you play with them,
you read to them, you put them to bed.
Look, I mean, Everest, she's great at it.
And I'm not?
Really? Okay. - That's not what I--
no, that's not what I said.
I'm trying to tell you that Dougie cannot dominate
every second that you are home.
Honestly, all of this because you have
to walk four extra steps and get your shoes
from underneath the bed. - This is not about shoes.
- This is ridiculous. - This is about the shoes.
Then what is it about?
I can't--I can't do this right now.
I need to go to work. - Okay, bye.
[somber music]
[soft suspenseful music]
- 'Sup? - What's good?
- Shouldn't you be in school? - Shouldn't you?
I got suspended.
For what?
Breakfast of champions.
[chuckles]
You got Xanies?
Yeah, they're 15. How many you need?
Let me get 20.
- Slay. - I got cash in my car.
I'll meet you over there.
♪
Are these for you?
Yeah.
Start slow, man.
Why?
I'm just saying, most of these--
[camera shutter clicking]
Yo, what the hell, lady?
Hand over the money, please.
Now!
All right, just take it easy.
Thank you.
Now, get in his car.
What?
This is a bad idea, Ms. Parkman.
Wait, you know this bitch?
Dude, you're so screwed.
I asked you once nicely. Get in.
[tense music]
Now, take us to where you get those pills.
♪
A witness named Tara Baker called in an abduction
and carjacking in Queens a few hours ago.
Some middle-aged woman was seen taking
two teenagers hostage at gunpoint,
Jayden Rainey and Max Langella.
They were last seen leaving a playground in Jayden's Jeep.
How did we catch this one so fast?
Jayden's mom is a General Services Officer at the UN.
Well, that makes this a task force case.
And these abductions could have political ramifications.
Either way, we go hard and we go fast.
There any tracking on the vehicle?
NYPD has a tri-state BOLO out on the Jeep,
and I notified Jayden's family.
I'm still waiting for a next of kin for Max.
- Cell phone? - Already on it.
Barnes, reach out to this eyewitness.
Nina and I will go talk to the mom,
see if we can pin down a motive.
Let's roll.
[suspenseful music]
I was with Max in the playground
when he left to go talk to Jayden.
The lady with the gun came up and started arguing with him.
About what?
I don't know, I couldn't hear.
Then she hit Max in the face and made them get in the car.
Then I called 911.
You said you knew these boys?
Just Max, really.
What'd this woman look like?
Like my mom's age, 42.
Reddish hair and a shiny black puffer.
You go to school, Tara?
Ditmars.
Well, why weren't you there today?
Well, I ditched.
Lucky for us, right?
I guess.
Hey.
Thank you.
- You smell the weed on her? - Oh, yeah.
You never cut school and smoke a little joint back in the day?
You met my father? He would have whooped my ass.
[both laugh]
I've called Jayden ten times.
It keeps going to voicemail.
Did your son drive to school today?
Yes, he drives to his prep school in Brooklyn.
My ex-husband bought him that Jeep for his birthday.
And what would he have been doing near a playground
in Long Island City?
I don't have the vaguest idea.
His girlfriend, Stella, might know.
She goes to his school.
I asked her to meet us here. - Okay.
And do you know this kid he was supposedly with, Max Langella?
No, I've never even heard of him.
Could this incident have anything to do
with your work at the UN?
I'm a bureaucrat in General Services.
It's nothing political.
We're gonna need to tap your phone
in case there's any communication
with the kidnapper. - Of course.
[doorbell chimes]
That must be Stella.
Did you find Jayden?
Not yet.
Did you see him at school today?
Yeah, yeah, but he left after homeroom.
How come?
He said he had to go help Kelli Parkman
move some furniture. - Furniture?
I assumed she was moving stuff out of Isaac's bedroom.
[somber music]
Isaac Parkman is their classmate
who died of a drug overdose in January.
Oh, that-- that's really awful.
It was--everyone at our school is, like, traumatized.
Yeah, of course they are.
Do you know if it was fentanyl?
I'm not sure.
That's what I heard.
Thank God you and Jayden
aren't involved with that stuff.
What does Kelli look like?
She's in her mid-40s, 5'5" or 6", auburn hair.
Yeah, sounds like our description.
Mm-hmm.
That's not possible.
I know Kelli from the search committee at Jayden's school.
She and her husband are well-off professionals.
Well, thank you, Miss Rainey.
Let us know if you hear from Jayden.
Absolutely.
♪
What was going on in there with you and Stella?
Uh, you know, sometimes you can just recognize
people's struggles all too well.
- Because of your mom? - Yeah.
You can just tell that Stella is struggling
through depression and grief
and maybe guilt if she knew that Isaac was using.
And it's just a lot for a kid.
We need to pay a visit to Isaac's family.
You don't wanna sit this out?
- Hell no. - I didn't think so.
You wanna talk to my wife?
Jayden Rainey went missing, and we think
Kelli might know something about it.
What would Kelli know about that?
You tell us.
Where is Kelli right now?
I'm not sure.
Kelli's an RN.
Her job called this morning because she no-showed.
She's not answering her phone.
We have a problem.
You mind if we step in?
We're pretty sure that your wife
abducted Jayden and his friend Max today at gunpoint.
What?
We think that it has something
to do with your son, Isaac.
[sighs] Oh, no.
Talk to us, Mr. Parkman.
♪
Oh, God.
We know what happened with your son, so take your time.
Isaac was our only child.
And after he passed in January,
we had the love and support of our friends and relatives
to keep us grounded.
But once they're gone,
all that's left is this endless tunnel of grief.
I lost my brother around Isaac's age.
Well, then you know.
So to be honest,
Kelli's been spiraling. - How so?
Last week, she--
she asked the police to investigate who sold Isaac
the drugs that killed him.
And they told her it's too late now.
You--you should have reached out when you knew your kid
had a problem, the implication being
it's her fault that Isaac died,
and that she should have been a better mother.
That's really rough.
I made things worse.
My wife had Isaac's name
tattooed on her wrist,
and then I found this.
♪
Kelli's never fired a gun in her life.
Did she blame Jayden for Isaac's overdose?
I don't know, but Jayden seems like
he's got a good head on his shoulders.
But then you never really know, do you?
[banging on door]
Did you invite someone over?
No, babe.
[sighs]
[tense music]
It's Max.
[banging on door]
What's up, man? You need a re-up?
You must be Donnie.
♪
What are you doing here?
Taking inventory.
I wanna see the faces of the people who killed my son.
I don't know anything about that.
I also want your drugs.
Here, take some pictures of the container before you grab it.
- Why? - Just do it, Jayden.
[camera shutter clicking]
Don't touch those.
Carlo! - Amber.
- Carlo! - Take it easy, Amber.
Oh, hell no.
- Whoa, whoa. Hey, come on. - No, no, no. Chill.
- Let's go, Ms. Parkman. - Not without the pills.
Screw you, bitch!
[gunshots]
♪
You shot my little brother.
[panting]
Yeah, we need to get out of here.
Okay. Get the pills.
♪
This is all your fault.
[indistinct radio chatter]
We got shots fired, 911 call from one of the neighbors.
Our fugitive could be inside.
Her phone pinged to this location for a few minutes.
Who lives here?
It's rented out to a Donnie Tyson.
Be alert.
If Kelli's still in here, she's armed, dangerous,
and has hostages.
[knocking]
FBI, open up!
[dramatic music]
Show me your hands.
Hands!
Get up.
What happened here?
Look at me.
What happened?
They killed Carlo.
Who did?
I don't know, man. [sniffles]
Where's Donnie?
- Donnie? - Donnie!
I think he went with them.
Sit down.
♪
Crossfire on opposite walls.
Like a Wild West shootout in here.
Yeah, we got two DOAs.
This one here is Max Langella.
He was one of our hostages.
Thousands of dollars in small bills.
He had a pill press and a scale and these.
Those are trash cans.
Donnie Tyson runs a pill mill.
Donnie's a wholesaler, like a middleman.
You seem to know a lot about this landscape.
Yeah, I worked a lot of drug cases with Jubal's team.
Well, we found everything but the pills,
so it's clear that Kelli ripped off Donnie Tyson's stash.
Yeah, and the girl said that he went with him,
so maybe Kelli took him hostage.
I do know Kelli Parkman just went from kidnapping to murder.
[tense music]
♪
Hey.
Let me go.
Give me back my stash and we forget this ever happened.
You want your poison back?
♪
What are you doing?
Our friend needs his medicine.
I don't wanna be here for that.
You said you'd help me.
I said I'd help you find Isaac's dealer.
I didn't know there'd be guns.
Max got shot.
I'll make sure you don't get in any trouble, okay?
I promise.
♪
Where do you get the fentanyl you put in these?
I need a name and address.
Go to hell.
You're not leaving me much choice.
Hey.
Oh, come on.
No, don't fight, or this won't go well.
Wait. That's gonna kill me.
♪
[grunts]
Hey, hey.
A name and address, or I give you the whole thing.
You don't know who you're dealing with.
Last chance.
♪
It's Pa--Parnell.
Parnell. Is that his last name?
I'm not sure.
We--we meet at his building.
It's 224 Division Street.
224 Division Street.
[grunts]
If you are lying to me, I'll be back to finish you off.
I'm not going there.
You can stay here and watch him for me.
Please.
I just wanna go home.
♪
Don't talk about this to anyone.
You should come too.
This is crazy.
I've gone too far to go back now, Jayden.
I'll be fine.
My friend keeps a car in the garage.
Get out of here before I change my mind.
♪
[phone rings]
Any more intel on your crime scene?
We got nothing, what about you?
Took another run at John Parkman.
He swears up and down he doesn't know where his wife is.
And you believe him?
Yeah, I do.
You know, he's contacted friends and family
trying to look for her.
He seems sincere.
And you told him about the homicides?
No, not yet.
That could change his positive attitude.
Keep us posted. [alert beeps]
I just got a hit on the E-ZPass on Jayden's car.
Two, actually.
So the first, he enters Taconic Parkway
northbound at 8:55 last night.
The second shows the car heading southbound
through the toll plaza on I-684 at 8:33 this morning.
So they left the city last night
and came back this morning. - Unfinished business.
Hey, Ray. What's up?
I got a Black male matching his description
crossing through the back alley near Jayden's house.
Go check it out.
♪
[device beeps]
Jayden.
Hey, FBI!
[dramatic music]
Stop, man.
♪
- [grunts] - Why'd you run?
You scared me.
- Where's Kelli Parkman? - I don't know.
Don't lie to me.
All right. She's in Connecticut.
- Where in Connecticut? - I have no idea.
It was dark, and I wasn't paying attention.
But she kidnapped a drug dealer.
Donnie Tyson? Where is she keeping him?
In a house in the country.
I don't know where it is,
but I'm pretty sure I know where she's going.
Come here. Let's go.
- You sure this is the address? - Yeah.
224 Division Street.
That's what Donnie told Ms. Parkman.
- Which apartment? - I don't know.
All he said was the name of his connect.
Parnell?
Mm, there's no Parnell on the list from the landlord.
We'll go door to door.
Hey, if Parnell's trafficking,
maybe K-9 can help us pick it up.
Good call. Grab the dog, gear up.
Keep an eye on him.
[tense music]
Come on, boy. Let's go.
Good boy. Let's go. Come on.
Go, seek.
Let's go. Come on.
Come on here.
Find it.
What is it, boy?
[dog barking] Good boy, good boy.
This is it.
[muffled playful music playing]
Good boy. Come on.
Hey, I know this song. I play it for Dougie.
Could be a child inside.
♪
FBI!
[grunts]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
Okay, I have a pulse. I have a pulse here.
Shortness of breath, dilated pupils.
Hana, we got six of 'em unresponsive,
one adult female and five children.
We need multiple EMTs.
Copy that.
Yeah, we have a fine white dust.
Come on. It could be fentanyl. We gotta get them out of here.
Get the rest, quick. Go, go, go!
I got this one.
Take a deep breath, okay?
Your little girl is gonna be fine.
They're just taking her to the hospital
as a precautionary measure.
Are you sure?
Yes, they gave her a dose of naloxone
to counteract the effects of what she was breathing in,
but she's doing great. - I can ride with her?
- Absolutely. - Yes.
- Okay. - Hop up, okay?
Take care.
[siren wailing]
The adult and four of the kids are gonna be okay.
The youngest one, it was just too much
for his body to handle.
How the hell did fentanyl get on their mats?
It was in a cabinet where the mats are stored.
Unbelievable.
Hey, if it weren't for you guys,
it could have been a lot worse.
We would have lost all of them. - Boss, we need you.
Well, it's dumb luck that we got here when we did.
The woman from the apartment, her name is Martha Vance.
She runs a licensed daycare out of her home.
And she has a son, Parnell Vance.
He stops through sometimes.
Parnell is the name that Donnie gave to Kelli.
That scumbag's responsible for killing that little kid.
We--we recovered three bricks
that Parnell must have stashed there.
A kilo each.
The street value is about a half a mil.
The brothers over there don't look too happy about it.
Those are LS-19 colors.
They traffic drugs up and down the East Coast.
We can't shake them down for just watching.
I'm gonna talk to NYPD.
[tense music]
♪
How were you involved with Kelli?
She asked me to help her find Isaac's dealer.
That's it. Then she pulled out a gun.
Things just started happening.
Did Kelli let you leave?
She didn't need my car anymore,
so she told me I can go home.
Where is it?
It's parked near my house.
We need to go check it out.
All right. It's all right.
After Max got shot, she made Donnie get in my car,
and we drove about an hour and a half up north.
Okay, and you were on the Taconic Parkway.
I think so.
Okay, did you notice any signs around the house
where you were?
It was dark.
Come on, Jayden, please.
You have to have noticed something
on the drive home this morning.
Ms. Parkman threw my phone out the window,
and I didn't know where I was.
I found a highway and followed the signs to New York.
And what'd you hit?
You got a busted headlight and there's blood on it.
- I hit a deer last night. - When?
About ten minutes before we got to the house.
♪
So Max Langella is the street dealer
who sold Isaac Parkman the fentanyl-laced pills
that killed him.
Max gets his supply from Donnie Tyson.
And Donnie buys the fentanyl from Parnell Vance
that he used to supercharge the pills he was pressing.
Okay, and NYPD are actively looking for Parnell.
Yeah.
Should liaison with their Narcotics squad.
Yeah, my guess is that LS-19 is trafficking the fentanyl
from Mexico and then parking it with Parnell on consignment.
Which means Parnell is into LS-19 for the big boy money.
He'd be lucky if the cops get to him before they do.
Based on what Jayden told us,
I ballparked a grid 90 minutes north of Yonkers.
Now, that house has to be in this area--
anything Upstate New York, Western Connecticut.
All right, look, we need to narrow it down,
pinpoint where he hit that deer.
Okay, well, let me see if I can find someone
who picks up roadkill in that area.
♪
[grunts]
I'd love to blow your brains out right now, bitch!
But my connection says you're the golden goose
who's gonna save both our asses.
Talk to me.
Any luck on that deer strike zone?
Connecticut Department of Transportation
received a call last night about a dead deer
on State Road 341 between the towns of Kent and Warren.
All right, we're getting closer.
How about Parnell's phone?
Maybe he's in touch with Donnie.
No, he must be on a burner.
The only one we could find was registered
in his mother's name.
Yeah, she's been arrested on murder
and child endangerment charges.
They got her at Rikers. - I wanna talk to her.
Nina, meet me there.
Hana, Ray, take the MCC and post up near the deer hit.
Copy that.
[tense music]
You see the tip of this pen, Martha?
That's how much fentanyl it takes to kill an adult.
And you had over six pounds of it underneath your nose.
I'd never do anything to hurt my little darlings.
One of your little darlings died.
We're well aware.
What kind of mother would do something like that?
I didn't know. I swear to God.
Well, if you're telling the truth,
then you're gonna help us find your son.
We'll let the DA know you cooperated.
Maybe they'll reduce your murder charge.
Honestly, I hope they don't.
But it's time for you to step up and do the right thing.
Or if you don't, I will make sure that you rot in jail.
Hold on there.
No, I don't make idle threats, counselor.
I have seen too many lives ruined by people like Parnell,
and now a child is dead.
♪
Parnell has a girlfriend he stays with.
[knocks] - Who is it?
It's Tony, Miss Ruby. I need to check your apartment.
- Check it for what? - Unfortunately,
there's a bedbug situation in the building.
♪
- Where's Parnell? - Who?
I'm gonna ask you one more time,
and then things are gonna get messy.
Where's your sicko boyfriend?
He's not here, and you can't just barge in here like this.
No Parnell.
Does he keep drugs here, guns?
No.
No, what is this all about?
Your boyfriend killed a five-year-old boy.
What?
Bring him in.
We have a search warrant.
If you're holding, you'll be an accomplice to murder
and spend the rest of your life in prison.
Your boyfriend's not coming back ever, so start talking.
Where'd he go?
- He went to Connecticut. - Where in Connecticut?
I don't know.
He had, like, business there
or something he was kind of pissed off about.
Show us his contact in your phone. Let's go.
He's got three numbers, I only have one.
Show me your phone.
♪
Parnell. You got here quick.
Where is she?
Her?
Don't judge a book by its cover.
So you're the troublemaker
who's responsible for the sudden drop in my inventory.
What's your name?
Kelli.
Here's the thing, Kelli.
My associates are not too happy about what happened today.
These aren't exactly reasonable individuals like you and me.
- That's not my problem. - Well, I beg to differ.
We have to fix this or the three of us
are gonna be hanging by our necks off the G.W. Bridge.
[ominous music]
Are you following, Kelli?
I'm not deaf.
Good,
because we need $400,000 in cash by 6:00 tonight.
So who are you gonna call?
♪
What do we got?
The wire room just got something
off John Parkman's phone.
- Hello? - It's me, John.
- Where are you? - Just listen, okay?
You need to withdraw 400,000 from the bank
and bring it to Olivia's place in the country by 6:00.
And don't contact the police
or we splatter Kelli's brains all over this
Better Homes & Gardens living room.
[phone ringing] - Okay, that must be Parnell.
Hey, Barnes.
John Parkman's leaving in his Tesla.
Yeah, he just got a ransom demand.
All right, stay close, but keep your distance.
Copy that.
[engine turns over]
[suspenseful music]
Okay, this Olivia that Kelli mentioned--
Yeah, I'm in the Litchfield County property tax database.
There's no homeowners with the first name Olivia.
♪
Well, you better be good for this money, Kelli.
It won't be a problem.
Because if not, you're gonna die...
Just like your son did.
You people are animals,
greedy animals who don't care about the people you kill
or the families you destroy.
Relax, Donnie.
There's no need for violence.
Why don't we show the lady
that we're just two civilized businessmen?
♪
John Parkman's inside a bank. You want me to grab him up?
Not yet.
We still can't locate that damn house.
We need John to lead us there. - Copy that.
♪
All right, he's exiting the bank.
I'm gonna tail him. - Stay close.
We'll meet you when you get up there.
♪
I've been thinking this through.
There's a body on me now, a dead kid no less.
So I'm planning a permanent vacation.
Lucky you.
I don't have the resources for that.
Well, you're about to.
Stiff the organization? That's suicide.
You got a better idea?
They don't get here till tonight.
We grab the money and go.
Canada.
What about her?
Bitch who screwed us.
Leave her here, the husband too.
[scoffs, chuckles]
When those cholos get here and realize they're not
getting paid, they're gonna be hella pissed.
Exactly.
Come on.
♪
We confirmed John Parkman withdrew 400K
from his wealth management account.
Barnes, where are you now?
John just exited the Parkway.
We're headed east on Route 55 toward the town of Kent.
We're ten minutes away.
Okay, John just slowed down to read some road signs.
We must be close to the house now.
♪
Wait, wait, hold on.
John's Tesla is being tailed by another car now,
two men in a Camaro, New York plates.
[tires squealing]
What is going on?
They're trying to cut him off.
No, they're gonna grab the cash
before he gets to the house.
Parnell must have given their location to LS-19.
If John pulls over, he's a dead man.
And we'll never find Kelli's hideout.
How close are we to Barnes?
Four, five minutes now.
[sirens wailing]
Barnes, you're gonna have to head him off on your own.
Understood. Here we go.
[siren wailing]
[car horn honking]
♪
Oh, my God.
Come on, come on, come on.
[exhales]
[engine roars]
[tires screech]
Jeez.
[sirens wailing]
♪
FBI, show me your hands! Hands!
♪
Hands behind your back.
[tense music]
♪
I got a gun under each seat.
Way to go, Barnes.
Nina's driving must be rubbing off on you.
Oh, God, I hope not. Come on. Let's go.
- How's he doing? - He's pretty shaken up.
He's lucky we got to him when we did.
♪
I have to deliver this money by 6:00 or--
or they're gonna kill my wife.
What's the address?
99 Nutmeg Road.
I got Olivia's address from one of Kelli's friends.
And the men who have her have never seen you before, right?
No. No, of course not.
Give me your jacket.
I'm taking your car and your money.
I hope Kelli is sharp enough to play along.
Give me your fancy watch too.
If she sees you wearing that, she'll realize what's going on.
Smart.
Look, look, I know.
I know Kelli's made a mess.
That's an understatement.
Do you have a pet name for your wife?
Kitten.
Please, just get her back to me in one piece.
We will.
♪
In.
That's the money?
Yeah, I--I got the 400,000,
just like you told me on the phone.
No, I wanna see Kelli first.
Come on.
Oh, my God, kitten.
Are you okay?
She's fine.
I just wanna hear that from my wife.
I'm not playing games here, partner.
Listen, I did everything that you asked.
I got the cash and I got here at 6:00,
just like you asked.
So come on, I wanna hear from my wife
that you didn't hurt her.
I'm okay.
Oh, thank God, kitten, I've been so worried about you.
Wait a minute.
You don't sound like the guy on the phone.
What are you talking about? He called me. We had a deal.
Don't argue with them, John. Just give them our money.
Okay. Okay. Yeah.
I like the watch too. Come on.
Yeah, sure thing.
It was my daddy's, so please take good care of it.
[both grunt]
On the ground, both of you! Down!
Down, down.
Hands up! Up! All clear.
♪
You're under arrest for murder and drug trafficking.
I hope you enjoy your accommodations.
Get this trash out of here.
Up.
Kelli Parkman, you're under arrest.
Did they die?
Yeah. They both died.
♪
I didn't mean to hurt anybody.
I just wanted justice for my son.
I'm really sorry about Isaac, okay?
But what you did was wrong.
What choice did I have?
The police made me feel like I killed my own child.
Everybody's up in arms about all these fentanyl overdoses,
but nobody wants to do anything.
I just needed something good to come out of Isaac's death.
I get it.
I do.
That's why I wear this shield.
And maybe a jury will understand
why you did what you did, but for now,
you gotta come with us, okay?
Let's go.
♪
[phone chimes]
Everything okay?
Yeah.
Actually, not really.
Stuart and I got into a fight yesterday,
and he just texted me he's gonna be home late.
I feel like he's avoiding me.
I'm sorry.
You wanna talk about it?
Yeah, he said I'm obsessed with Dougie
and that he's taking over our whole lives.
How obsessed is obsessed?
Like, six boxes of Costco diapers
and three types of strollers obsessed.
[chuckles] Listen,
Charlotte was exactly the same with Anais.
We all want our kids to thrive and be safe in this world,
and every parent approaches that differently.
It sounds like to me this obsession is
a little harmless overcompensation.
[sentimental music]
Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
You're right.
Not having a mom growing up, I...
Didn't have an example, so I'm just...
doing the best I can. [chuckles]
Scola loves you.
And I know he wants to share this responsibility with you.
You guys are lucky to have each other.
Try not to take that for granted, okay?
Okay.
[door clicks]
- Hey. - Hey.
You didn't have to wait up.
Yeah, I know.
♪
Look in the closet.
[laughs] Come on.
You sorted them too?
I tried.
But I got rid of Dougie's stuff.
♪
I'm sorry.
For what?
You were right.
I overcompensate.
You know, I fill all the spaces where I feel like I'm failing,
and I feel like I am all the time.
I mean, I wanna be the best mom.
I do. And I feel like I suck at it.
You don't. You don't suck at it, Nina.
You're a wonderful mother to him.
- Really? - Yeah, he's so lucky.
♪
If anyone should be apologizing, it's me.
I'm sorry I lost it like that.
They are your prized Ferragamos
that I put under the bed, so... [laughs]
♪
Mm. - Mm-hmm.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
- Okay. - Yeah.
[laughs]
So what do you think?
Can we just cut down on the pillows like 20%, maybe?
You should just take the win of the shoes.
- Oh, oh. - Don't think about pillows.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]