[grandly, as Ben Franklin] Dear friends,
it is here that we finally arrive
at the very heart and soul
of our great journey.
This... is Market Street!
Though, much has changed
since I owned a home at the intersection of Fourth.
But one thing remains consistent--
young Ava sells brownies so rich
that King George
would attempt to tax them without representation.
So...
go forth, good citizens,
and spend!
As always,
you're the high point of my day, Benji.
[girl] Ooh, dessert.
I want a blondie.
Can I have one?
[woman] The truffle brownie is my favorite.
Do I know you from somewhere?
Perhaps, uh, the Masonic Lodge?
No, I'm serious.
You ever been to Kansas City?
I don't believe so.
Is...
that one of the new townships amongst the colonies?
Young miss,
do you know what else occurred here on Market Street?
My famous experiment with electricity.
[key clatters]
Grandpa! Look what I found!
Oh, let me see.
Oh, wow. That's nice.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Jealous? No.
Are you kidding me?
Jason is entitled to his privacy.
He's allowed to have friends.
I'd just be, uh, calling in a favor.
I-I appreciate that, but I don't--
Wait a minute.
That room was empty, right?
-Yep. -Did you hire--?
No.
Uh...
Good morning.
Uh, good morning.
Hi.
Oh!
Pink for you, Captain Batista.
And purple for you, Detective Adebayo.
Oh, uh... Kemi's fine.
I'm sorry, who are you?
Helen--
your new forensic scientist.
I don't remember requesting any additional personnel.
I was assigned by Inspector Braun.
So the Inspector put you here?
I thought he told you.
Oh, well...
surprise!
[cackles giddily] I love surprises.
Especially ones that come bearing gifts.
Go ahead, open them.
Oh-- uh...
Yeah, hey, I'll go first. Look at that.
"Ooh, gifts!" Heh, heh.
Oh, is this-- um...
A Cadbury Creme Egg.
Oh...
They're so good.
I didn't really get it, but...
figured you can't go wrong with Cadbury.
[all chuckling awkwardly]
They are really good. Thank you so much.
Nice to meet you, Helen.
[Nikki chuckles politely]
[quietly] I need to call the Inspector.
You-- You forgot this!
I look forward to working together.
[resigned] Okay.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
If you're not gonna stop for coffee,
you gotta bring coffee--
that's, like, Partner 101.
Look, I'm not the one who made us late.
You know what? It wasn't my idea
for us to drive together-- that was you.
Yeah, because Braun's gonna be watching us. All right?
We gotta be on point.
Oh, so this is a thing?
So, what, are you--
You're like my babysitter now, or--?
Absolutely not. No. I'm your partner.
Oh.
Unless you're gonna act like a baby.
Okay, "partner."
I have been
thinking a lot about the Maritz car bombing--
No, please don't.
"Please don't," what?
This guy Maritz, he gets out, two seconds later, kabloom?
That doesn't make you think?
Yeah, it does, all right?
But I'm thinking about Nikki.
Okay? Braun was clear. Case belongs to Homicide now.
Okay, so please don't put her in a bad spot with her new boss.
Okay? Just for once, be professional, drop it.
Me be professional?
-Yeah. -Okay.
singing an engagement in front of the whole office?
Okay, one, okay-- I was singing my ass off.
-Yeah, that's fine. -Okay, yeah.
I cleared it with H.R. It was a beautiful moment.
It was a beautiful moment!
It was a beautiful, unprofessional moment.
All right, if you say so.
[phone rings]
Hey, Kemi.
Ahem. Glad you called,
'cause Mike here was about to serenade me.
Aww! Are you proposing to him, too?
-That's nice. -All right, all right!
See? See? Unprofessional!
Just admit it!
Um, are you guys close?
We've got a strange situation here.
"Benjamin Franklin" is missing?
[as Washington] I cannot tell a lie.
Our founding father compatriot has disappeared.
We work for the Walking History Colonial Tour Company.
I'm Alexander Hamilton.
[pointedly] Some of us are pretty strict
about breaking character.
You don't say.
[Alexander] Ben Franklin bailed today
in the middle of one of his tours,
but the guy was usually a total pro--
even more into his character than George here.
He would never run out on a job.
So you're worried something happened to him?
[Alexander] I didn't know the guy behind the glasses
or anything, like I said--
he didn't break the act,
but he was nice-- bit older than most of us.
I don't know.
It's weird he didn't come back.
Hamilton?
-Mm-hmm. -Did he rap?
Oh, you're just so funny!
Is that the room where it happened?
-Don't do that. -Okay.
All right, so what-- what are we dealing with?
We got our old guy,
forgets to take his pills, he gets confused?
We got a "Silver Alert" situation?
No, it's, um, it's more than that.
This guy never broke character-- like, ever.
Um, we don't have a name,
let alone verification of his age.
We've got uniforms canvassing the area,
taking statements from the tour group,
but from all accounts, the man just disappeared.
[heels clopping]
Detective Grant.
Yeah?
Sergeant Sherman.
[clap]
I'm Helen, your new forensic scientist.
[grunts amiably] Oh.
What is that-- an evidence tech?
Did Nikki--
Braun.
A gift for our team in the field,
who, from the case files I've read--
like the Yin and Yang--
represent the inseparable contradictory.
[impressed] Mm!
[chuckling]
That's good. It's appropriate, too.
One's white... and one's black.
-Okay... -Oh, look at that.
[aghast] Oh, I didn't mean to--
The tour company had very little useful information.
They had a disconnected phone number
and P.O. box address.
We need to check local hospitals and urgent care.
Gotcha.
Name on file for our Ben Franklin
is, uh, "Richard Saunders."
[Kemi chuckles] Oh.
Uh... you're not gonna find anything.
Okay.
One of my previous existences involved
a very physically gratifying
relationship with the founding father in question.
Fix your face. Yes, it did.
[Helen] Sounds cool.
[quietly] What does she mean?
She... played "hide the pickle"
with Ben Franklin in a past life.
All right, we did more than share a bed.
In that time,
I was exposed
to some of his other creative endeavors,
which included writings that he published
under his pen name, "Richard Saunders."
As in, Poor Richard's Farming Almanac--
anyone, no? Okay.
So our fake Ben Franklin is using the same pseudonym
as the real Ben Franklin?
And he would occasionally use "Richard Saunders"
to refer to other things-- you know what I'm sayin'?
Is she joking?
She's not.
[Nikki] We may not know who this man really is,
but he is missing, and it's our job to find him.
He's an elderly tour guide.
How much trouble could he be in?
Huh?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[door thuds]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[case thuds]
[thump]
[click]
[whoosh]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[door slams]
-[knocks] -Hey.
So, we checked all the local hospitals
for Richard Saunders.
Oh, let me guess.
You were right, and there's nothing?
I appreciate you checking.
Mm-hmm.
Something else?
You seemed concerned about the new evidence tech, Helen?
So, I called around,
and, um, she has been transferred a lot.
In spite of her spotless evidential integrity record?
What's her story?
She's good at science, not so good at people.
It seems that her personality has clashed
with too many superiors,
and it's all been lateral moves.
Homicide, Vice, Cold Case, to us.
So what, she's our problem now?
Hey, you know as well as I do
that the label of a "difficult woman"
can stifle a career.
Maybe she just needs the right mentors.
[Helen, singing boldly] ♪ I am so proud
♪ If I allowed
♪ My family pride to be my guide ♪
♪ I am so proud...
I stand by what I just said.
-♪ If I allowed -[chuckles] Yeah.
-[knock at door] -Hey.
I got something from Patrol.
Said our missing Ben Franklin tossed this key to a kid,
so there could be prints on it.
Have Ethel Merman take a look.
-Okay. -Who?
Just don't, don't-- don't worry about it.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[chuckling] Oh...kay. Hi.
Hey, what do you got?
Everyone and their brother must've handled this thing
because I've got dozens of partials to sort through.
Are you happy about that?
There is a fungus among us!
Those little specks on the key are from a strain of black mold
called Stachybotrys atra,
which, by itself, isn't too informative,
since toxic mold can grow anywhere
where there's water damage.
But, this key--
...most skeleton keys are brass or iron,
but this key is made of bronze,
and see the simple double-tooth design?
Yeah?
It's a ward key,
common to buildings from the late-1700s.
Okay, so we're looking for a...
-colonial-era building... -[keys clacking]
...with a black mold problem.
[chuckles] Oh, geez.
What?
Ben Franklin's Quaker Meeting House--
it was converted into a boarding school decades ago,
and has been shut down
for months because of black mold.
Looks like a good place to hide out.
-Yep. -Uh...
-Guys? -Yeah?
...the school burned down an hour ago.
All right. I'll grab Jason and head over.
-All right. -Good luck!
Nice work, Helen.
Uh, thanks! Can I ask you something?
Yeah. Sure.
Have you heard of cryptomnesia?
It's an implicit memory phenomenon
where people mistakenly attribute a thought,
idea, or an experience as their own--
a mental condition.
Are you suggesting
that my past lives are "a mental condition"?
That... that sounded bad.
Little bit.
[chuckles] You know, just a tip--
most people wait at least a week before they call me crazy.
[deflating sigh]
Ohh... [sighing]
[indistinct radios crackling]
Damn.
Okay, well, we got some accelerant here.
So, kind of a lay-up.
It's definitely arson.
Smells like a tire factory in here.
What is that? Latex?
These tour guides kinda go all out, right?
Makeup, wigs...
Fat suit?
There you go.
We should bag that up for the new girl,
see if she can pull trace.
Can I ask you--
um, what do you think about the new girl?
You're not dating the new girl, all right?
Besides, you can't handle her show tunes.
I-I don't want to date the new girl.
Okay? That's the girl, in high school,
you cheated off her paper to get an "A."
Well, she's very sweet.
She gave me Skittles.
I didn't get Skittles.
Yeah, well, you don't deserve 'em.
Fair enough.
Hey, I got something.
What, a charred mattress?
No. Watch out.
[grunts]
[crunch]
Can we borrow that?
[grunting] Found a lot of
hidden contraband in mattresses in my day.
[whack]
We got photographs.
Well, I'll be damned.
Hmm. So now we have a mystery founding father
and a mystery woman?
The photo isn't clean enough for facial recognition.
I tried databases and social media-- nothing.
And the Quaker School?
[blurting] Sorry to keep you waiting--
our printer ran out of colored ink.
All-- All this from the burn site?
-I'm thorough. -Yeah!
I bet you got all "A"s in school. Right?
I pulled a print off
the partially congealed body suit.
If you flip to the last page--
-Okay. -Okay.
Uh, Benjamin Franklin, his real name is Owen Maloy.
[Nikki] Mm, an old-school enforcer
for the Irish Mob out of North Philly.
He's got a bunch of priors
and was a P.O.I. in a dozen other cases,
but it looks like he fell off the grid
20 years ago.
There was a big power shift in the Irish Mob around then.
[Kemi] Maybe he ratted?
It would explain why
Owen would want to disappear
and hide out under a fake identity.
All right. Who chooses Ben Franklin
as a fake I.D., number one--
number two-- "disappearing"
and "hiding out" are two very different things.
You wanna vanish,
you'd leave the state, you leave Philly.
Why-- Why stick around?
but this picture's 20 years old.
-Hey, Kemi? -Yeah?
We still have C's age-progression program, right?
Yeah, I'll run the mug shot through it.
Once that's done, put out the Alert,
and let's keep digging on the girl.
We have to find her before Maloy.
He has an obvious interest and a history of violence.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Hands on the wheel, ten and two.
Okay, pally, take it easy.
Wait. Owen?
Who else did you tell?
That was you this morning?
[roars] Who else did you tell?
Nobody! We thought you were dead.
[hammer cocks]
I'm not gonna tell anybody I saw you.
I swear, Owen!
I have a family!
Yeah. So do I.
[alert starts blaring]
[alert blares]
[overlapping alerts blaring]
[thud]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
-Kemi. -Yeah?
I just sent something to your screen.
Okay.
That... is Charlie McGannon, the current Irish Mob boss.
Philly PD has a half-dozen investigations running on him,
as does FBI.
Okay, so you said there was a big power shift 20 years ago,
when our missing enforcer, Owen, went off the grid.
According to this,
Charlie's father, the old boss, was murdered.
[Nikki] That's when Charlie took over.
No arrests were ever made, but Charlie always believed
that his dad was killed by one of his own people.
You think Owen killed the old man?
I mean, maybe--
All right. It's been driving me crazy.
I've been thinking about this girl in the photo, right?
If there's a mob hit on this guy, Owen--
if that's what we're dealing with--
why stick around, right?
One person on the planet I'd do that for.
Sidney.
That's right, so I ran Owen's name
through Philadelphia birth records, I got a hit--
"Ava Dufrain."
This is the girl in the photos. That's Owen's daughter.
Okay, so Owen killed the boss
and has been hiding from the mob
to watch over his kid ever since?
And our Alert put him back in Charlie's crosshairs.
[Jason] That's the theory? This guy?
This guy is a maniac, okay?
He's, like, he makes
Scorsese movies look like bedtime stories.
Uh, we're getting alert responses
that Owen is fleeing a car in Kensington.
I'll get Mike.
Yes.
Keep looking for Ava.
Yeah, will do.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
A witness saw Owen exit the car
and another one spotted him heading south.
[Jason] That's blood.
All right, we could run the plates,
but I think Owen came to pay this guy a visit,
sat behind him, knocked him in the head--
since the car's still here...
Yeah. Guy's still here.
Nikki warned us that's a mob hangout.
So?
So, what, a guy gets mugged and he doesn't call the cops?
Probably means he doesn't want to speak to us.
You know how many open cases
have that place under surveillance?
We need approval to go in there.
Approval? Right.
Well, um,
there's an open case with a missing mob enforcer.
This is a known mob hangout.
What are we talking about?
Look, we go barging in there,
No, but we have a good reason.
I'm thirsty.
Come on.
[Jason] Would you just relax?
Relax.
[music plays indistinctly]
How you doing?
Hey, uh, can I get a couple club sodas, please?
We're all out of club soda.
That right?
Is it that obvious we look like cops? Huh?
It's his shoes, right? Is that what it is?
Okay. [chuckles]
Um...
I tried, you know,
and now we gotta do something different.
Look, I don't know what you're thinking about doing,
-but don't. -Okay.
Okay, Got it.
-Hey, hey. Be cool. Be cool! -Hey!
-[crashing and shattering] -I'm cool.
Everybody. Pay attention, okay?
All right?
Hey, everything's fine.
I'm a police officer, Philadelphia Police Department.
Um, anybody see what happened
outside with the Chrysler?
The car, huh?
Anyone?
Ah-hah.
Uh, gentleman in the back, rubbing his neck, kinda like--
Yeah, like he got clocked in the head.
How was that for cool? You like that?
"No club soda."
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Hey.
Wanna tell us what happened?
Someone tried to carjack me.
No. No, nobody tried to carjack you. Okay?
Your car is sitting in the parking lot right now.
All right, his name is Owen Maloy,
he took off on foot.
We know you know him.
We just want to know how you know him.
[background music continues, indistinct]
We shot that together.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Is that you and Charlie McGannon?
Okay, so you guys go back. Right? And then what?
Why'd he come at you? Why'd Owen hit you on the head?
Thought he was dead for years,
and then this morning,
I'm taking my grandkids for a tour,
and there he is--
dressed up like Ben Franklin, of all things!
[chuckling]
Oh, yeah, right. So, what-- what did he want?
[sighing]
Guy next to Charlie--
that's old man McGannon.
He was the boss.
Owen took him out and went into hiding.
Now he wants to see if anybody else knows
if he's still in town.
Okay, well, who else knows?
Nah.
Owen made a mistake. Said he's got family.
Now we know how to find him.
[barkeep sighs pointedly]
Pete... why don't you take it easy?
[Pete] Yeah.
I got nothin' else for ya.
All right. Let's go.
[quietly] Okay, we-we gotta get to Owen's daughter
before Charlie McGannon and the Irish Mob does.
And they have a head start.
Hey, talk to me.
Where are we on the daughter?
Okay. So the History Tours' office sent us
everything that they had on Ben Franklin
since Owen was hired.
This is the old Ben Franklin's route--
Mm-hmm?
...And this is a route that Owen requested.
Ava probably works on his route.
Yes.
Get patrol to check these businesses.
We gotta get her off the street.
I got you.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
-[knocking] -Ms. Dufrain?
Captain Batista.
What's going on?
The officers wouldn't say.
I'm sorry for the confusion.
We're still piecing things together.
What can you tell me about your father?
My father?
Uh, nothing. I've never met him.
He died when I was young.
Well, we believe your dad is still alive.
We searched birth records and we discovered
that your father's a man named Owen Maloy.
Um...
you may recognize him as this.
[Ava] That's Benji.
He's my friend, he comes into the shop,
tells his customers to be nice to me.
He's not my dad.
You know, my mom told me he was murdered.
He was killed for something he didn't do.
Did she say what that was?
Ava, we are trying to find him before something happens to him.
If the shop doesn't get opened,
I don't get paid, so I have to go.
I would advise against that.
The people looking for Owen
may think you know how to find him,
but I can't force you to stay.
Um, if he makes contact...
please call.
Charlie McGannon.
Hey, Nikki.
It's been a long time.
How you doing?
-Uh... -Yeah.
My office.
What can I do you for, Charlie?
Ah, straight to the point, huh?
You haven't changed.
I hear you and your people are looking for Owen Maloy.
Is that a fact?
It is.
Right? You know it is.
-Hiya. -Hey.
Uh, hey, um...
that's, um-- that's Charlie McGannon.
[Mike sighs]
Told you to be cool at that bar,
but you had to go storming in, huh?
-"Storming"? -Yeah.
Now we got the head of the Irish Mob
sitting at Nikki's desk!
-I wouldn't say "storming." -Thanks a lot!
That's storming, now.
What you're doing, that is "storming."
Hey, Nik.
Sorry to interrupt. Can I talk to you for a second?
Uh, not now, Sergeant.
Whatever it is, it can wait.
Everything good?
Everything's good.
Nik...
dipping your pen in the company well, huh?
What do you want from me, Charlie?
Nothing.
I'd like you and your people to do absolutely nothin'.
Owen Maloy is my problem.
I'll handle him.
Got it?
We've known each other a lot of years.
I don't remember, ever, a moment
where I worked for you.
Think of it as a favor to an old friend.
I don't recall us being friends, either.
Ah, don't kid yourself, Nikki. I was there, remember?
Treated you like a little sister
when your marriage was falling apart.
You wanted to climb the ranks real fast,
make Captain.
And, uh... mm, hey.
You fed me intel,
pointed me toward arrests-- but this is different.
You never asked me to look the other way back then.
Our past business doesn't color our present, Charlie.
Coming down here is me being courteous.
Respectful.
Don't give me a reason not to be.
Due respect,
I am so sorry you wasted your time.
We are MPU,
and we're gonna find this missing person.
Mm.
All right.
Have it your way.
[door opens]
Be seeing you, Nikki.
Hey.
[sighs] That is right on time.
Well, I owe you that much, at least.
What do you mean?
I'm sorry about bringing McGannon in on you.
I can't believe he just walked in here.
Oh, no. You didn't do that.
Charlie came here because of me.
There's just some things you don't know.
What are you talking about?
I'm a woman of color in a male-dominated profession.
No one was looking out for me, so I looked out for myself.
Charlie wasn't as powerful then as he is now.
I busted him for drugs on a random vehicle search,
and...
I flipped him.
So, wait. He's a rat?
He was my C.I.
He fed me intel that led to a lot of solid arrests.
Well, Charlie's crew doesn't have as much competition
as it used to.
It sounds like he was feeding you intel on his rivals.
Fastest way to end a mob war is to help one side win.
Aw, damn, Nik!
So what was he doing-- he's calling in a favor?
The mob is after our missing person, Owen.
Rumor is, he killed Charlie's dad.
That's why he went into hiding.
Hey. It's okay.
We're gonna do our jobs
and we're gonna bring Owen in alive.
[Kemi] What's this?
Uh, some really interesting facts
about the psychology behind a belief in past-lives.
It's funny,
'cause I didn't ask for your opinion.
It's not my opinion.
It's... science.
You know, people have, uh, judged my beliefs my whole life.
I do well without their acceptance.
You should try it.
What do you mean?
Has it occurred to you
that the reason that you've been transferred so much
is because you're trying too hard?
Focus on the job.
Not me, the job.
There's a missing person with a bull's-eye on his back
who could use our help.
[meekly] Sorry.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
I'm closed for the day.
I'm sorry.
For what?
[stammers]
Uh...
That's my mom.
She had this same picture. How did you--
That's us.
That was my copy.
You're my dad?
Yeah.
I don't understand.
Uh, it's, uh...
I can't explain right now.
There's no time.
There's a number saved on there.
Just wait a few days, call it,
and when it's safe...
we'll talk.
Ava...
seeing you was always the highlight of my day, too.
[chuckles]
Get out of here.
You have to run-- now!
[grunting]
[crashing]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
I love you.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
-[brakes screeching] -[horns honking]
[brakes screeching]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Hey, I got Ava set up in your office.
She doesn't know anything. Her head's spinning.
She meets her dad for the first time
after she thinks he's dead,
then he's taken.
Well, not just taken.
Witnesses said that he was pushed into a blue van.
Kemi tracked it on traffic cams,
but lost the van heading out of the city.
Yeah, well, Charlie's got him,
and if he's convinced
that Owen's the one that popped his old man,
he's gonna kill him.
Well, not yet.
I just got word he's here.
-[elevator bell dings] -Who's here?
He's being set up in interrogation.
Go make sure he's comfortable.
What did you do?
I went through the cases being built on Charlie.
I found something actionable
to bring him in for questioning.
Okay, what did you find?
Unpaid parking tickets.
Nikki, that is insane!
His lawyers are gonna have him out of here in an hour.
Am I missing something?
Charlie's men won't kill Owen without Charlie's say-so.
His cell phone is currently in evidence.
As long as he is here,
he cannot make the call to execute Owen.
So, you're right--
his lawyer will have him outta here in an hour,
which means we have an hour to find Owen Maloy.
[footsteps receding]
Here you go.
I already told you guys what I know.
I know, Ava.
I know how hard this has been for you.
It's like my dad was brought back to life
and then killed all over again.
I-It's so weird-- the whole Ben Franklin thing.
Oh, it's not so weird.
If I was in your father's situation,
and I had to stay away from my baby--
...I couldn't do it, either.
He loved you.
If I help you find him, is he going to prison?
Probably.
But he'll be alive.
He gave this to me.
You're doing the right thing.
-[keys clacking] -There was one number stored,
and I was able to track it in transit.
They were taking I-476 north of Allentown,
before the signal dropped-- here.
[Mike] They probably found the phone and smashed it.
They're headed into the Poconos.
Wait. The-The cabin.
W-We found a photo of a hunting cabin
at Charlie's bar-- that might be in the Poconos.
Get Jason and head that way.
Wait a minute--
there are hundreds of cabins in the Poconos.
They'll be flying blind.
Then we better narrow down the search
before they get there.
-Come on. -All right.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[grunting]
[grunting and protesting]
No word from the boss.
[Owen] Pete, you gotta listen to me!
I didn't kill the old man.
Shut him up, will ya?
[Owen crying out as blows land]
We'll keep you posted.
Park Services and local law enforcement
are ready to respond--
they just need a direction.
[sighing] There are no Poconos properties
listed under Charlie McGannon or any known associates.
God, if I just had an image of the cabin I could--
[Helen] I have a picture!
Mike told me about the cabin,
so I did an Internet search of the pub
and saw a customer review with a selfie.
It had the photo in it, so I blew it up.
The digital copy is in your, uh, inbox.
Thank you.
How did you think to look this up?
I wanted to help.
There's a missing person in trouble.
Okay, um...
let's try the truck.
Nothing there.
[keys clacking]
Um...
maybe there's a house number.
Oh...
anything over there?
Oh, my God.
D-Does that narrow our search?
[Kemi] Yes, it does!
A little bit closer, a little bit closer--
here we go.
That-That's Chinkapin Oak.
[beep]
Do you see the shape of the leaves?
They're oblong, with undulated lobes.
Chinkapin Oak grows almost exclusively
in and around Martin's Creek!
Well done, Helen!
My girl!
-Let Mike know. -Okay.
Dammit.
What?
That's Charlie's lawyer.
Owen's out of time.
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Charlie should've called by now.
I don't like this.
I am so sorry for the inconvenience.
Save it, Nikki. Give me my phone.
What? Nobody brought it up?
It's probably still in evidence.
I got you where you are today.
Don't think I can't undo that.
Good news is, I got your phone right here.
Bad news is, some joker in evidence
was streaming Masterchef on it, and the battery died.
[chuckling dryly]
Thank you.
Get him outside.
[grunting]
Philly PD!
[shot fires]
[grunting]
[gunfire volleying]
One down!
[shots blasting]
Hey, I got the angle.
Where's Owen?
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
-[grunting] -[thudding]
[Pete whimpering]
I surrender.
Owen Maloy?
Sorry--
-[crack] -[thud]
Now I surrender.
Hands behind your back.
You good, Mike?
Yeah.
[phone buzzing]
Irish Mafia Cabin. How may I help you?
They hung up.
[siren wails distantly]
Let me ask you something.
You could've been hiding anywhere,
doing anything.
Why Ben Franklin?
Benjamin Franklin owned people.
The last thing he wrote was a letter to Congress
asking them to end slavery.
He showed that people can change,
and in the end, be remembered for the good things they did,
not the bad.
I like that idea.
-[footsteps] -[light rap on glass]
[cuffs clinking]
Hey.
[gasps]
[both sobbing]
It was you the whole time?
[deep breath, sigh]
I couldn't stay away.
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It was your first day, yet you got us gifts.
So, you should get something.
A cactus?
[laughing]
Yeah, shop next door didn't have much of a selection.
Sorry.
I owe you an apology.
I... I shouldn't have snapped at you before.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no, no! I'm sorry.
I don't like being painted with that brush either.
My mom's Bipolar.
A-As a kid, I had a hard time with it.
It was like her neurodivergence made me feel crazy.
A-And when I got to school,
and started learning about psychology,
and the scientific reasons why she behaved that way...
it was like...
-a cloud lifted. -Mm.
It all made sense.
Hmm.
I-I gave you those articles
to show you that I didn't think you were crazy.
Ha!
But I-I know, I know-- I've gotta--
I've gotta dial it back.
No, no, no. I-I-- I get it.
You know, science is your practice.
I lead with my heart.
Um, my faith is my guide, but there's room for both.
Mm.
And, you know, we have, um, plenty of time
to find our stride now that you're on the team.
[chuckling]
Great first day.
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Yo.
You, um,
you have friends in Homicide, right?
Yeah, why?
I mean, they good enough friends
where you can, uh, let me know
when the report comes out on the Maritz bombing?
There's literally no way for me to say "Leave it alone"
that you're gonna understand, is there?
Mm-mm.
You all right? What's the matter?
Nah. Just something from earlier.
Charlie McGannon.
You know anything about their arrangement?
Let me ask you a question.
Are you mad that she has a mob connect,
or that you didn't know about it?
Can I say both?
Yeah.
Just give you some advice--
uh, Nikki can handle herself.
Don't-- Don't try to white-knight her.
"White"? Really?
Everything's not about race, Mike.
Oh, I'm just saying-- "White knight" is good.
"Black knight" is bad.
I mean, can a brother save the day?
Jay.
Yeah?
Thanks.
And, seriously--
leave it alone.
Sure.
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[door opens]
[footsteps]
You're a good sport.
Come down here to gloat?
I had a chat with Owen about why he went into hiding.
And, uh...
I mean, the word was
that he was a traitor who killed the boss, your dad.
But Owen has a different story.
And the way he tells it,
he was approached about the hit,
but he stayed loyal to the old man.
Your dad got killed anyway.
Owen became a scapegoat while you consolidated power.
Your own dad, Charlie?
That's--
That's a new low.
And what exactly do you plan to do
with that little piece of unfounded gossip?
Nothing.
Unless something happens to Ava.
Or Owen.
Come on, Nikki. Have a drink with me.
Oh, no.
Just like the old days. Let's go.
No. This is-- this is different, Charlie.
I, um...
I'm getting married.
You've rocked the boat enough.
Fiancé doesn't like you having old friends?
Didn't seem to me to be the controlling type.
Until today,
there was no reason
Mike needed to know about that part of my life.
It's in the past.
Now he thinks I'm keeping secrets from him.
Aren't ya?
We made a good team back then.
We were never a team.
There was just a time where our interests aligned.
And now?
They don't.
You take care...
Captain Batista.
I always do.
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