♪ Roll the dice for me
Give me some love, dealer. Thank you.
GAMBLER: Hit me.
♪ Hey, I'm trying to...
- WOMAN: Good. - GAMBLER 2: Let's go.
MAN 2: Yeah.
[cheering]
MAN: Big money, here we go.
I told you.
[indistinct overlapping chatter]
♪
MAN: Copy. On my way.
MAN [over phone]: Code name:
This is Baby Bird checking in.
I heard talk about a demonstration of some kind
at a big event coming up.[pounding on door]
I gotta go.
Frankie, what is so important you have to
bust up in here while I'm using the bathroom?
What are you looking for?
I check the call log,
am I gonna find this was just dialed?
I don't know. That's not mine.
Get off me! No.
No... [muffled grunts]
[muffled screaming]
♪
He asked you out? It's about time.
He invited me for drinks.
Sometimes drinks are - just drinks. - Oh, girl, please.
You know what's in that man's head.
We all do. Maybe.
But I'm trying to figure out what's in my own.
Dante's got a lot going on.
So do I.
That is just life, baby.
And that is no reason to run away from this.
I'm not running away.
I just think... [sighs]
...neither one of us wants something casual.
And if we rush into this before we're ready...
ROBYN: - Morning. - Hey. Morning.
How's everything at your dad's?
How's he holding up?
I don't know. Kelly moved all her stuff out,
so the place just feels sort of empty.
I just can't believe they broke up.
I never even saw them fight.
Relationships are hard, sweetheart,
but your dad's gonna be okay.
So will you. How about some juice?
Sure, Auntie.
Oh, um, by the way, I'm gonna be home a little late.
I signed up for another Peer Ear shift after school.
Peer Ear. That's the student counseling program.
DELILAH: Mm-hmm. And you know what?
I am really enjoying it.
So, last week, I helped a guy talk through a recent breakup.
And today I'm meeting up with a new girl
who's having a hard time making friends.
Look at you, making the world a better place.
I would expect nothing less from my baby girl.
No. Okay, it is nothing compared to what you do, Mom.
No, don't diminish this.
No matter how big or small people's problems are,
you're making a difference in their lives.
That's what counts.
[phone ringing] Thanks, Mom.
I gotta take this. I'm proud of you, Dee.
Hey, Marcus, what's up?
[boat horn blares]
[seagulls calling]
Thanks for meeting me, Robyn.
Sorry to bother you so early.
No bother. Everything okay?
Uh... Actually, no.
My old partner's gone missing on an op.
Vice Detective Rose Garcia.
Saved my ass on more than one occasion.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Well, how long since her last contact?
Three days.
Went in as a waitress at this private casino
run by a guy named Charles Benson.
Part of the Blanco syndicate.
So Vice thinks there's more going on than just gambling.
[sighs] That's what Garcia was trying to find out.
Thought she was getting close, but then she disappeared.
Well, why can't Vice just raid the place?
I mean, surely a missing undercover is probable cause.
Well, seems the Feds have been sitting on Benson for a while.
Part of a larger case they're building
against the Blancos, so no one can make a move
without their say-so.
And an ongoing investigation is more important
than a Vice cop's life.
I can't leave her there, Robyn.
We can't. And we won't.
M.E.L.: Hello, Harry.
- How can I help you? - Yes.
M.E.L., hack into the grid and show me all live footage
from every street cam on Broadway
between 70th and 79th.
M.E.L.: Task completed.
- Oh, it speaks now. - Yes, yes.
- Pretty impressive, huh? - It's something.
Did you get my text about Benson?
Yes. Uh, and I was just about to put M.E.L. on it.
M.E.L., uh, show me everything you've got
about criminal Charles Benson.
Use all available databases.
M.E.L.: Checking.
Ah, you got this thing back up and running.
M.E.L.: Task completed.
Looks like Benson went from two-bit con artist
to Blanco lieutenant in a little over six years.
If we're gonna find out what happened
to Dante's old partner, I think we need to get
someone inside Benson's casino.
Except if Benson made Detective Garcia
as an undercover, he's gonna be wary
of anyone just turning up out of nowhere.
So whomever it is should ideally be
someone he already knows.
M.E.L., generate a complete list of all known associates
of Charles Benson, past and present.
M.E.L.: Searching.
Task completed.
What's that news article there?
MEL: This was Benson's old crew when he was pulling cons.
Looks like their last job didn't go well.
Their mark came home early, surprised them,
at which point Benson pulled a gun
- and started shooting. - HARRY: Only the other guy shot back.
"One associate, Sylvia Ross, was killed.
"Charles Benson fled the scene,
"is wanted for questioning, and a third member of the crew
was apprehended."
Where is he?
The guy who got caught?
J.J. Cranson, doing eight and a half at Riverview.
You expect me to get this guy out of prison?
ROBYN [over phone]: Hear me out. J.J. Cranson
has been serving time ever since a con
he and Benson pulled went sideways.
Benson got off scot-free.
Which means J.J. didn't dime on him.
So you think that makes him...
Someone Benson might be happy to see.
All right, maybe, but this guy is a con artist, a liar,
degenerate gambler, not to mention
- a serious flight risk. - I know it's unusual,
but you came to me because the usual playbook
isn't gonna cut it.
Let me try this.
What if he doesn't want to help?
Oh, I can be very persuasive.
Hell no, I ain't going nowhere near Charles Benson.
I value my life. No, thank you.
What if I got you a reduced sentence?
I just did eight years.
I got six months left, and I'm a free man.
Plus, I got a beautiful woman waiting on me, too.
We're gonna move to a small town in Vermont,
live a nice, quiet life. I'm out.
I'll go serve out the rest of my time
in a safe cell.
What about your old partner Sylvia?
- What about her? - Seems to me the whole reason
you got caught that night is because
you stayed behind to help her.
A lot of good that did.
She died anyway.
But at least you cared enough to try.
Which Benson didn't.
What's it even matter, okay?
It's the past. We-we can't bring her back.
We can't bring Sylvia back.
But you can keep it from happening again...
by helping us with Benson.
Listen, lady, let me get this straight with you.
J.J. Cranson, I don't do no snitching.
But this is not about snitching.
This is about saving a life.
This missing detective is my friend's old partner.
His Sylvia.
I see what you're trying to do.
You're trying to manipulate my emotions,
and I don't appreciate it.
And it's not gonna work. Sorry.
If you're okay letting Benson skate
for what he did to Sylvia, that's your call.
But if you're willing to let it happen
to another woman because of him,
then that's on you.
Now, that is a good burger right there.
I'm ready to turn over a new leaf.
No more gambling, no more conning.
Just a nice, quiet life.
It's a good thing. I'm not sure
how much action you'll find in Vermont with, uh...
What's your lady's name?
Bertha. Bertha Mitchell.
And how'd you guys meet?
We haven't met yet, but I met her through
a prison pen pal deal.
So it was love at first read, huh?
No. But we spoke on the phone,
swapped some pictures.
- What? - Nothing.
You think I got catfished, don't you?
The con getting conned.
How about I make a little wager with you?
I thought you quit gambling.
A friendly wager is not gambling.
Okay, I'm just trying to help you with that, uh,
"new leaf" thing.
You want to help me?
Let me see my grandma while I'm out.
I don't think she's gonna make it another six months.
You come through for us, I'm pretty sure
I can make that happen.
And we gotta stop by my boy's place.
He's holding some suits for me.
You know, for a guy who's been out 15 minutes,
you got a lot of requests.
You want me to step back into my old life
like it's never changed?
I gotta get into character.
Besides, I already told him that we coming.
Fine. I'm going in with you.
Huh?
J.J.: Right there. That's my boy's place.
He gonna be so happy to see me.
- Damn. - You know these guys?
I know who they work for.
You know, I didn't have time to settle
some of my gambling debts before I got locked up.
- MAN: Hey, J.J. What's up? - How did they know I was coming here?
Because your boy sold you out.
[sighs] Son of a bitch.
Don't worry, I'll handle this.
With that?
That better be a lightsaber.
Hey...
I needed that to keep the brisk air off my neck.
Stay in the car. Got it.
[car door shuts]
I don't want any trouble, guys.
What say we talk this out?
Guess not.
[grunting][pained cries]
Damn!
I knew this was a bad idea.
- Don't worry. I'll find him. - Well, even if you do,
J.J. bolted at the first sign of danger.
What makes you so sure he's gonna help us with Benson?
I'm not, but my gut tells me he has a good soul,
wants to do right by Garcia.
It's why he agreed to help.
- Or he saw a chance to escape. - Either way,
he's the best shot we have at getting inside that casino.
ROBYN: Feeling lucky today, huh?
[groans] Man.
Thank God you found me.
It ain't safe for me out here.
How did you find me, anyway?
A tracker?
Where's the trust?
In your stomach. That burger you ate today
had an ingestible geolocation device in it.
- I feel violated. - Relax.
It'll be out of your system in a day or two.
Come on.
Where we going?
I'm taking you back to prison.
No, Benson is gonna pay for what he did to Sylvia.
I was going to look for you,
I swear.
Oh, right after you finished not gambling with those scratchers?
No, that's not gambling, that's desperation,
'cause I got to pay them loan sharks.
And that's your plan?
You know the odds of winning with those things?
Like M.J. say, you miss 100% of the bets you don't make.
It was "shots." And it was Gretzky.
- I-I know it was Jordan. - Gretzky.
J.J.: You want to bet?
This is who you're looking for.
Detective Rose Garcia.
Got it. I'll reach out
to some mutuals, see if I can set
a meeting with Benson.
As long as it's not your bookie.
I told you, I got that.
Is she like this all the time?
Insightful? Yes.
One more thing.
Garcia overheard Benson talking about
some kind of demonstration.
I'm not sure if it's related to her disappearance.
I'll see what I can find out.
Just so you guys know, there's a chance
Benson might not be thrilled to see me.
And why is that?
The last job, we got off with 200K.
He think I stashed the money and didn't give him his cut.
Did you? No.
The cops that busted me took they money.
Don't worry.
We'll be close by, just in case we need to pull you out.
[school bell ringing]
At least my fits aren't a nightmare.
Girl, you wish. My style always eats.
Like trash. Shut up.
KAITLIN: You're one to talk, loser.
You're such a stuck-up bitch.
DELILAH: Guys, hey, hey.
What's going on?
Uh-uh, we don't need Little Miss Perfect
- butting into our conversation. - Excuse me?
Hey, we don't need your Peer Ear over here, okay?
Wouldn't hurt to be nice, is all I'm saying.
"It wouldn't hurt to be nice."
What is that, the Peer Ear mission statement?
FRANCESCA: Can't help poking her nose in other people's problems
'cause she's got none of her own.
- What? That's not true. - KAITLIN: Oh, sure it is.
And everybody knows it.
Okay, no. People don't think that about me.
♪
[laughter]
Bye, Peer Ear.
Hey, Delilah, where you going?
[school bell ringing]
HARRY: As soon as J.J.'s in position, I'll activate
the camera in his shirt button.
Everything he sees and hears
will be sent to our screens.
ROBYN: Thanks, Harry.
[sighs]
You okay?
I've got a bad feeling about this.
J.J.'s solid.
We're gonna find out what's going on with your friend.
That's what I'm worried about.
HARRY: Guys, it's showtime.
♪
[doorbell rings]
J.J.: Charlie!
[chuckles]
[door closes]
You got a lot of damn nerve showing up here.
Got my money?
I don't know what you heard, but the night the cops got me,
they took it all.
I swear.
You think I care about that chump change?
[laughs]: Man... it's great to see you, brother.
[laughs]: No, how you do me like that?J.J.
Man, come in. Let me show you around.
You want anything?
Food?
- You-you want a drink? - Man, I've been down for eight years.
Where the girls at?
[laughs] Same old J.J.
Yeah, man. I'm surprised to see you, though.
I thought you had six months left on your sentence.
Ah, I got off on good behavior, man.
Long as you didn't do nothing stupid,
like cut a deal.
No, I did eight years.
Why would I cut a deal? I only had six months left.
They probably got tired of my jokes. [chuckles]
[laughs]: Right, right. You're right.
Come.
Lot's changed since you went away.
J.J.: Wow, you leveling up big time.
Listen...
...J.J.,
I know, uh, you and Sylvia were close.
What happened that night, that was, that was...
that was messed up, but...
But I had to jet. - I mean, you get that, right? - Of course you did.
You couldn't have got all this in the pen.
Appreciate you staying loyal.
I won't forget that.
What a piece of dirt.
You were right about J.J., though.
Benson sure is happy to see him.
Well, let's hope it stays that way.
Truth is, J.J.,
I could use someone to help me run this place.
I can't be everywhere all at once.
It's really not my thing, man.
Stop lying. It's who we are.
And you need to embrace it, make it a strength.
I turned my habit into an empire, man--
now you can be a part of that.
I mean, you earned it.
[phone ringing]
Got to take this.
Don't go anywhere.
Yeah.
[scoffs] Things are in place...
Hey, man.
I don't kiss on the first date.
Listen up, funny man.
Boss might be cool with you, but I don't know you.
And I definitely don't like you.
First sign you're up to something,
I'm gonna put a bullet in your head.
Sorry about that.
Just a few last-minute details to arrange for tonight's event.
Come on. Tour's not over yet.
This place is a lot more than just a casino.
[door opens]
[indistinct chatter]
[machinery whirring, clicking]
J.J.: Wow.
It's like a candy shop.
Vice was right.
Benson's got a lot more going on than just a casino.
Hey, Harry, you getting all this?
Yeah, and more.
As part of M.E.L.'s training, I-I had it track people
on FBI and CIA watch lists.
And it turns out there's been a surge
of these bad hombres
coming into New York the last couple of days.
Some real heavy hitters:
a known arms dealer, a bomb maker with ties
- to terrorist organizations. - A Colombian drug lord's lieutenant,
a walking Geneva Convention violation
known as "The Chemist."
And we think they're all here for Benson?
He did mention he was hosting an event tonight.
Think we just got a look at what's on the menu.
[indistinct chatter]
Who is that?
Hardly matters now, does it?
FRANKIE: Take a good look.
This is how we deal with rats.
Dante, is that...?
Yeah.
Rose Garcia.
This is on me, Robyn.
I should have pressed the issue with Vice,
taken it to the higher-ups myself.
- I could've come to you sooner. - Hey.
What happened with Garcia is a...
it's a devastating loss.
But this is not your fault.
We knew each other a long time.
Came through the academy together.
They really put me through it.
Nobody wanted another Big Ben on the job, right?
Made every day hell trying to get me to drop out.
I almost did, more than once.
But each time, Garcia was there,
reminding me of who I was, what I was there to prove.
So I stuck it out.
She sounds like a real friend.
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her.
And now she... Marcus.
I am so sorry.
But we're gonna get this guy.
Maybe now that we know about all the contraband in there,
we can get a warrant.
Not sure if the joint task force sitting on Benson
will see it that way.
Well, then, we'll go over their heads.
We'll take it straight to DA Grafton.
That may work.
Whatever it takes to bring this guy down.
We got you.
We all got you.[ragged inhale]
[distant chatter]
Auntie? Hey.
Uh, what are you doing here?
Your school called about you missing two classes,
and when you weren't answering your phone,
I got worried.
Sorry, I just, I put it on do not disturb.
I didn't feel like talking to anybody.
How did you find me?
Find Your Friends works on nieces, too, you know.
So, what's motivated this little field trip?
These two girls were fighting, and when I tried to stop them,
they accused me of being nosy, with no life.
Please.
I'm sure they're just jealous.
And who cares what a couple of girls think?
It's not just a couple of girls.
What is this?
DELILAH:It's a social media page
some kids made to talk about people...
including me.
"Dull-ilah"?
That's the best they could come up with?
I know it's stupid and I shouldn't care, but I do.
They said that my life seems perfect.
I have problems, too, even if I don't talk about them.
My mom has an extremely dangerous job,
my dad's going through a divorce and, yeah,
I enjoy helping people.
Is that so bad?
No, it's just the opposite.
Well, I just wish I could find more people like me.
People focused on helping other people
as opposed to hurting them.
Is this the reason that you're looking at the military?
It's one of them, I guess.
I just can't help feeling
I'll meet more people like myself there.
Ones focused on making a difference,
like you and Mom said.
[inhales sharply]
Honey, I...
I also think that if you looked a little harder,
you could find like-minded students at your school.
Besides, you keep skipping classes like this,
the only new friends you're gonna find
are the ones in detention.
Yeah, you're right.
I'm cold. Can we go now?
Yeah, I'm cold, too.
Hey, your friend mentioned
maybe we can go over my Grandma's house
- before you take me back. - She did.
She gave me the address.
Your friend's a good woman.
She said she was probably your bookie.
Come on, m-my grandmother's real.
If you don't believe me, you can stop in and see for yourself.
Oh, I intend to.
And I can tell her you my girlfriend.
[chuckles]
Yeah, but she's sharp, though,
so you might have to do a little convincing.
Gonna have to really, really act
like you love me, and hold hands.
Give me a little kiss - on the cheek. - I'll wait outside.
But if you try to run, I'm telling you, J.J.,
I will go in there, you will not see the light of day.
I ate a tracker. Where am I gonna go?
[TV playing indistinctly]
Hey, Grandma.
It's J.J.
J.J.
Get over here and give Grandma a kiss.[laughs]
Mwah. [laughs] Ah, Grandma,
I wish I could've came here sooner,
but, you know, I've been busy.
- I've been on vacation. - I know you're always
into something, that's what I know.
[both laugh] You still crazy, Grandma.
Hey, is that bag still there that I left that night?
Right where you put it.
That's what I love - about you, Grandma. - Mm.
[chuckles]
♪
[grunts]
[shouts]
You going somewhere with all this cash?
Frankie, don't jump to - conclusions, baby. Come on. - Oh, like what?
- Come on. - Like you've been holding out on Benson for all these years?
You can have it all. - Take the money, man. - Oh, I'm gonna take it to him.
I'm also gonna bring you,
in a box.
[grunts][grunts]
About time!
- You got to be kidding me. - It's not what it look like.
I should have - let him shoot you. - I wasn't running.
I'm meeting someone to give them this money.
- Yeah, your bookie. - No. Bertha.
My girl.
She needed the money to pay off our spot in Vermont.
[scoffs]
Why is it so hard for you to believe
a single thing that I say?
Do I really need to answer that?
[phone ringing] Okay.
Hold on, I got to take this.
Babe, you are not gonna believe what just happened.
Yeah, whatever it is, I win.
So check this out: I-I was going through
J.J.'s footage, you know, for the, for the DA,
and I thought I saw Garcia's finger twitch.
All right? So I had M.E.L.
run a program that helps detect deepfakes
by analyzing skin tone, minute changes
that could infer blood circulation, which...
determine whether or not... Wait a minute, are you saying that she's...
Alive. I mean, heavily sedated, but alive.
[laughs] That's amazing.
But w-why?
What do they have planned for her?
I don't know, I mean, that's the question.
All right, well, I got one of Benson's guys right here.
J.J., check his pockets.
Maybe the texts on his phone will tell us something.
Trying to put me in a box? I'm-a put you in a box.
If I can find one big enough. Yeah, bet you ain't think
you was gonna get kicked in the head, did you, Frankie?
Is this medication?
Let me see. [exhales]
Let me see...
I recognize these. Atropine, pralidoxime.
They used to give them to the Army right before battle.
This is a nerve agent antidote.
We know that Benson deals in arms.
I mean, that could include chemical weapons.
Didn't Garcia's last report say Benson was planning
some sort of demonstration?
If he's gonna demonstrate nerve gas,
he needs someone to demonstrate it on.
MAN: Okay, it's ready.
What? No.
No, no, no! No!
Help! Somebody!
Help me! Help!
Please help me!
You got to get me into that event tonight.
If Benson is planning on testing a chemical weapon
on Detective Garcia, I got to be there to stop him.
I think I have an idea.
See that boat, 100 miles offshore?
M.E.L.'s been tracking it.
According to its, uh, hull identity number,
it belongs to Cynthia Penn, British financier.
The billionaire tied to terrorist organizations.
She's due to New York Harbor in a few hours.
No doubt on her way to Benson's shindig.
If I can get into New York Border Patrol's system,
I might be able to flag it,
and the Coast Guard will intercept the boat.
Which will allow me to show up in her place.
HARRY: You know, I can drum up some counterfeit documentation,
make it look like you work for Penn,
but you're gonna still need an assist
on the inside to pull it off.
Looks like J.J. won't be going back to his cell just yet.
Yeah, I'll help.
Now, you see how that works?
One person asks for a favor
- and the other one agrees. - He's just mad
'cause I'm not gonna waste time
at his grandma's house waiting for his "friend" Martha.
It's Bertha. It's Bertha Mitchell, all right?
And she's probably up there mad right now
'cause I stood her up.
[stammers] Uh...
J.J., here's the thing.
There is no Bertha Mitchell
with property in the state of Vermont.
- Or anywhere else. - What?
But she told me over the phone.
She even sent me pictures.
Oh, man.
I was catfished.
Yeah. She played you.
- I'm so dumb. - Sorry, J.J.
Such an obvious con.
It's karma, right?
♪ When she came...
[distant laughter]
GUARD: Good evening.
Welcome. Name?
Rowena Smythe for Ms. Penn.
Sorry, ma'am. Cleared guests only.
You do know who Ms. Penn is, right?
Do you really want to be the guy
who costs Mr. Benson, well...
let's just say a number with a whole lot of zeroes.
J.J.: Hank, could you back up?
Now, she's already been cleared.
Sorry about that, Ms. Smythe.
Did you find out where they're holding her?
No, but there's a few armed guards
outside a room downstairs.
But we got to hurry.
From my understanding,
the demonstration's happening in 30.
- You know what to do. - Okay.
♪
[keys jingle]
I'm in.
- You have access to the cameras? - HARRY: Yeah, all set.
The, uh, transmitter J.J. installed did the trick.
Whoa, whoa. Go back. Go back.
Turn left.
Harry, I could use an update.
Mel's in. She's starting her approach.
Let me know when she's secured Garcia.
HARRY: All right, getting close.
Take your next left at the end of the hallway.
That should put you one right turn away.
All right, uh, there are two armed guards.
[indistinct chatter]
[device beeping]
[both groaning]
Harry? She's gone. They moved her.
Dante.
- Garcia's not there. - Damn it, Harry.
HARRY: Rob, do you copy? - They moved her. - Now what? She could be anywhere.
Not just anywhere. They likely moved her for a reason.
Probably to somewhere better suited to testing
deadly airborne substances.
- Like a lab. - HARRY: M.E.L.,
how many labs in the general area of Benson's casino?
M.E.L.: Searching. There are 12 results.
Rob, there are 12 labs.
I can review street cam footage, but, uh,
I mean, even using M.E.L., it's gonna take some time
- to find which one. - We don't have time.
The demonstration starts in ten minutes.
You're gonna have to delay it.
ROBYN:Mr. Benson? Rowena Smythe.
Ms. Penn has a request.
What is it?
Call off the demonstration.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
The other buyers have asked for it.
Ms. Penn believes she should be the only buyer.
How's ten million sound?
That-that's-that's a good offer, but...
it would be bad business on my part
to disappoint the others.
Then we have a problem.
Ms. Penn doesn't like others knowing her affairs.
No can do. I'm...
- Tell Ms. Penn I'm sorry. - Mr. Benson, I understand
you're a gambling man.
How about we play one round of poker?
Heads-up.
If I win, you sell my boss the whole batch,
$10 million, no demonstration.
And if I win?
Then you sell the product to whoever you want.
And keep the ten million for your troubles.
Unless you're no good at cards.
One round.
HARRY: J.J., talk to me.
She led Benson away.
I think he took the bait.
["Roll the Credits" by Danielle Ponder playing]
♪ Love is falling from the sky
[echoing chatter, laughter]
♪
[chair scrapes]
HARRY: J.J., y-you're my eyes.
What's going on?[earbud beeps off]
Screw it.
♪ La, la, la, la, la
♪ La, la, la...
♪
Check.
DEALER: Ten, king, ace.
You like your hand, Mr. Benson?
I like it just fine.
Sure you do.
Check.
DEALER: Seven of spades.
DEALER: Ten of hearts.
[Robyn claps hands, laughs]
This is my lucky day.
Is it really, though?
You're right.
I'm bluffing.
Or am I?
All in.
[laughing]
You got nothing.
Call.
And that's...
DEALER: Full house beats a straight.
Now call off the demonstration.
Rob. Rob, you got to get out of there.
You got to bail right now, okay?
Penn is taking a helicopter from her yacht into the city.
She could be there any minute.
That woman right there.
GUARD: Sir, there's a problem.
Ms. Penn says she has no idea who this person is.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Smythe.
Tell them to find out who sent her, then kill her.
And gather the buyers for the main event. Okay.
M.E.L.: Possible match. Two men carrying a person
of the same approximate height and size of Detective Garcia.
That's her. Dante-- Dante, that's her. We found her.
All right, how far?
15 blocks. I'm sending you the location.
But you're gonna have to hurry.
Okay. We're on the move.
[phone chimes]
We're a go.
It's on. Hey.
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey!
[grunting]
Where's Benson? Where did he go?
Double down, sir?
BENSON: All right, everybody.
Gather around, please, for the demonstration.
[excited chatter]
Hey!
No! Stop!
Please! No!
No!
[coughing]
♪
[grunting]
[grunts]
[phone ringing]
Infiltrated?
By who?
Have a car meet me out back.
It's your turn to go down now, Charlie.
[grunting]
[buyers exclaiming]
I'll be back for you, old friend.
Or you won't.[grunts]
MEL: Move, move.
Call it off now or else.
[grunting]
Don't make a move!
Police! Don't move!
DANTE: Someone turn off the gas!
Hang on, Garcia. I'm here.
Come on. Come on, come on.
I got you. I got you.
I got you.
Hang in there. Hang in there.
DANTE: So I talked to DA Grafton.
All that contraband should put Benson away
for a very long time.
Good. ROBYN: Yeah, I hope so.
What about your old partner, the detective?
Is she okay?
Still touch and go.
If she makes it, it's because of you.
Yeah, J.J., we can't thank you enough.
Yeah, you really can't. [chuckles]
But getting my 200 grand back, that'll be a great start.
You mean the 200,000 you stole?
You know you got to give that back, right?
Yeah... ROBYN: But you know what?
You do deserve a reward.
What do you think, Dante?
Well, we did seize a lot of cash from Benson's operation.
I think $200,000 is appropriate.
You're not playing with me now, right?
No. And this time, you earned it.
Oh, thank you, man. [chuckles]
But you know I was up a half a million at that blackjack table.
[phone ringing]
[chuckles]
No, I'm serious.
It's the hospital. Excuse me.
ROBYN: So, listen...
That reward money,
it'll be waiting for you when you get out.
Or...
I can hold on to it for you till you get your head straight.
I thought I beat that gambling bug, but...
[grunts]
I guess I still got some work to do.
Yeah, well, one day at a time.
Nothing changes overnight. You'll get there.
I was ready to turn over a new leaf for Bertha, but...
...now that's gone.
You can't do it for anyone else, J.J.
It won't stick.
You got to feel it from here, but...
you got it in you.
Hey, have you ever thought about becoming a motivational speaker?
Come on, time to go back to prison.
Hey. Damn.
Tim Robbins never started his sessions like that.
ROBYN: You mean Tony Robbins?
J.J.?
Bertha?
She's real.
You're real.
Harry, you said that--
I was right. Uh, there is no Bertha Mitchell
who owns property in Vermont, but that's because
this isn't Bertha Mitchell.
Janine Carter.
It's nice to finally meet you.
You used a fake name.
Where's the trust?
Trust? She was writing to a convicted conman.
Well, she's smart.
I like that in a woman.
I'm glad you're okay.
I'm... I'm-I'm great.
I'm okay. I-I'm more than okay.
Yeah, thanks. I'll check in again later.
Okay.
Garcia is gonna be okay.
[sighs] Great. I know you're relieved.
[sighs]
Thank you, Robyn.
This one meant a lot.
I'm just glad you were able to keep your promise to her.
Me, too.
If I can't honor my commitments, well...
that's not the man I want to be.
Marcus...
You know, no matter how this would've turned out,
you're not your father.
You understand?
I hope so.
You are a decent human being.
You honor your word.
You're a man I would trust with my life.
Thank you.
For always being there for me.
Showing up when it counts.
About those drinks... Oh.
It's okay. Don't worry about it.
Clear your head.
You got a lot to process.
I'm not going anywhere.
Good.
[door opens, closes]
[keys rattling]
You are home way too early.
What happened to drinks with Dante?
On hold for now.
And before you begin to lecture me,
it was him who pressed pause.
But it's all right.
All I know is,
if you wait around making too many excuses,
life will pass you by.
[chuckles]
You know, I met someone today.
And this guy had zero reason to believe
that things would work out with him and this woman,
but he went on this crazy roller-coaster ride...
and he really hung on.
And at the end of the day,
he got his happily ever after.
But you know it doesn't always turn out happy.
Yeah, but sometimes you got to take that leap of faith.
You make zero percent of the shots you don't take.
Oh, I love that quote.
Everybody always thinks MJ said it,
but it was actually Gretzky.
Thank you!
DELILAH: Hello, Mom.
Hey, baby girl. Come here.
Hi.
I got a call from your school today.
Your auntie told me
that some of these girls been drinking hater-ade.
They showed me this IG account and...
I overreacted.
But Dee, in life, there's always gonna be someone
who's gonna try to throw you off your course.
Don't let them.
It usually means you're doing something right.
ROBYN: Now, let me see this website.
Okay.
[Robyn chuckles]
"Dull-ilah"?
I wish my life was dull.
DELILAH: Turns out it's not even so bad after all.
And most of the comments are actually very nice.
Yeah? Let me see that.
"This is crazy.
"Dee is too busy making boss girl moves
to stress over this mess."ROBYN: See?
- Yes. - Some people know what time it is.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, also?
Peer counseling was so fun.
Y'all remember that girl I was telling you about?
- Mm-hmm. - Okay, so it turns out
she was self-conscious because people kept whispering
and staring at her in the halls.
But I think I really helped her.
Well, what'd you tell her?
I gave her a song to sing in her head
to help build her confidence: "Made You Look."
Oh, I love that song.
♪ I could have my Gucci on
♪ I could wear my Louie Vuitton ♪
♪ But even with nothing on
♪ Bet I made you look
♪ I made you look
[Delilah vocalizing]
♪ I make you double-take
♪ Soon as I walk away
♪ Call up the chiropractor
♪ Just in case your neck break. ♪