Furious

Look, there's a kitty cat. Come on.

- Okay, what do you say? - Trick or treat.

You look so cute.

Let me just go get something.

I have great big candy bars inside.

Where is it?

In here, yes!

Where are you goin'?

I'll be back in a minute.

Sorry. I don't have candy bars.

But you can have these.

We can only accept wrapped candy. So sorry.

That's really smart. Your mom takes really good care of you.

Stay safe out there.

What are you doin'?

Well that was stupid.

Please.

Shh!

It's probably time, right?

I don't really like listening to you.

I don't like the sounds you're making.

But I love your smile.

It's like...

Hi, I'm Agent Alice Black. How can I help you?

You're not from the FBI. You're lying to me.

I am a real FBI agent.

Then why are you on the phone?

Yes, I'm Agent Alice Black at FBI New York.

Is there something you'd like to report?

Lick my butt!

I'm not gonna be able to do that for you at this time, but thank you for calling.

I'm new here. I'm a duty agent.

Is there something you'd like to report?

Duty agent? I want to talk to someone higher up.

There's no one else available. You're stuck with me.

Hi, I'm Agent Alice Black. Is there something you'd like to report?

You sound so smart and pretty.

- Thank you. - Are you married?

My son is single, and he's a real catch.

- Mets or Yankees? - Mets.

- Deal breaker? - He'll love you.

It's her. Come on, come on, come on.

The White House is hacking all of my machines.

- All of my internet. - All of your internet?

- That's bad. - Yes!

- Can you help me? - So, you're gonna want to cover

everything you have in tinfoil.

And then you're - What line is she on?

She called five times last - What line?

Two.

Hi, I'm Agent Alice Black. How can I.

Excuse me, what was he saying about the tinfoil?

Don't worry about that.

Just tell me everything that's happened, and take your time.

You wanted to see me?

You need to stay in your lane.

Why am I being told a Brooklyn homicide detective

wants your advice on an overdose death?

I worked out of the Brooklyn North Homicide Squad when I was with the NYPD.

I don't care what you did at the NYPD.

Your job now is to stay in the applicant pool

and answer the phone when the crazy people Google the FBI

and call the number on the bottom of their screen.

I know you requested to be assigned to sex crimes,

but leadership will assign you an operational squad when you're ready.

- I know that. - You know a detective named...

Danny Kelly?

- 'Cause he requested your help. - I do.

We worked homicide at Brooklyn North together.

Is this the officer you disclosed having a domestic relationship with?

That wasn't him. That was someone else.

What happened?

Bad breakup, so you came running over here?

'Cause I like to know these things in advance.

Yeah, and I just told you.

What would you like me to do?

Catch up on the information they sent, drive to the crime scene, write it up,

and then come back here and do your actual job.

And, stop at Costco on your way back.

It's your day for snacks.

We got the fucking FBI here.

What are you doing? You quit.

Not on weekdays. I only smoke on weekdays now.

Yeah? That'll fucking work.

Why am I here? I'm busy.

Sitting around doing background checks?

No.

- Doesn't that hurt? - Yeah.

I don't know why the fuck I just did that.

Come on. What is this? What do you want from me?

What do I want from you?

If you wanted to talk to me, you could have just faked a heart attack.

- No, you wouldn't have come. - You're right.

I would've sent flowers.

You wouldn't have fucking sent flowers.

My divorce is final. Yesterday.

Yesterday?

Wow, you came back.

I'm not back. I'm FBI now.

You fucking came back. Marshall says "hi-ya."

- Go fuck yourself. Mikey. - Fuck you too, Danny.

- Eat a dick. - Bitch.

I didn't realize everyone missed me so much.

I would have come back sooner.

Yeah, well, they don't like me now either.

Because of me?

DOA's name is Caleb Easton.

Yeah, Jay Easton's son.

His dad's a billionaire.

So he's actually slumming it in this house?

I know, it's a real shithole.

Didn't wanna work at his dad's hedge fund?

Dad made him a judge. He left the bench.

Overdoses out of nowhere, according to the sister.

Yeah, well, if there's one thing everyone in the world

is honest about, it's doing drugs.

I learned that at Quantico.

- Did you get an A for that? - Plus.

You don't miss this?

Smell of a dead body in a hallway?

Lacerations on his fingers.

Got lividity on the side of the arm. Needle marks are too neat.

You know this isn't an O.D.

- It's staged. - No kidding.

So, what? You don't wanna be the one

to tell the lieutenant you guys just caught another body?

I already told Marty. I think his exact words were,

"You better fucking find a way that we don't have to catch the guy

that killed Jay Easton's son."

So you dumped it on me?

We could do it together.

Bleach.

Someone really wanted this room clean.

Nothing good ever happens in the bathroom.

It's the one thing in this world I know to be true.

He didn't see a lot of people. He had a girlfriend, recent.

Sister hadn't met her yet, didn't even know her name.

- A dealer? - Could be a dealer.

We're looking at all the security camera footage.

You okay?

What are you doing?

I'm sitting on the floor for a second. What's it look like?

I'm sorry I brought you here.

I didn't think how it'd be coming back and seeing the guys.

Hey.

Lacerations on his fingers?

Holy shit, I gotta call Marty.

- Go call Marty. - Goddamn it!

Let's see what we got.

Jinny, you alright to take the breathalyzer tonight?

Okay, no. Let's do this.

You take a walk around the block, you come back,

and I will save you your bed, okay?

It's gonna be alright, honey. You just walk it off.

Hi, Vera. Just go on in, alright?

Everybody else, we are full up.

Family Center might have some beds.

You were here yesterday, yeah?

You gotta get here earlier.

Hey, Jinny.

You want some?

Hit me and I'll give it to you.

Fuck off.

Hit me!

Hit me!

Fucking hit me!

Hit me!

Fucking bitch!

Fuck off!

Jinny! Get off of her!

- Hey, that's my bag! - Hey!

- Hey, get back here! - She took my bag.

Hello? Is this the.

Domestic Violence Hotline.

- Are you somewhere safe? - No.

- Please help me. Please. - Yes, we can help you.

- Help me. - It's okay. It's okay.

I'm so scared.

- I am so scared. - I understand.

I went back to him.

Let me send you the address to the nearest shelter.

I'll just need to know where you're located so I can find it.

Really? Thank you!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

And do you have an ID?

I just ran out. I didn't...

All I have is this bag I grabbed.

God, does that mean that I can't...

- No, no. It's it's okay. - My God...

- This happens. - You know, I think that I...

I mean, I have...

- I have my SNAP card. - Yeah, yeah. Yeah, that's good.

- That's good, yeah, has your name on it. - Yeah?

It's good.

And if you stay here long enough, we'll send a letter

to prove your residency, and then we'll get you set up with a new I.D.

- Really? - Yeah.

Yeah.

This shelter is completely anonymous.

It's not listed anywhere. No one's allowed to give out the address,