Bellevue

I have something to show you.

A man gave this to you?

- I was looking at Driver. - As your riddler?

It wasn't him.

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It all stopped when Sandy died.

- Her friend took her away. - Who?

He said you took away his daughter.

I need this to be over!

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Just doesn't look like that work thing is gonna happen.

Brady: Half a pound of MDMA found in Jesse's closet.

It's rainmaker Jed's trademark.

Annie: Make a list of anyone that would have had access

to that much of your product.

Riddler: Don't trust the guy with the fire in his eyes.

Annie: So no idea who lit your garage on fire last night?

How easy is it to hack into a surveillance camera?

Jim: Anyone with basic skills can do it.

Annie: Is it traceable?

Riddler: Hello, little light.

Hi.

Riddler: Hi.

Are you looking at me right now?

You look tired.

I've wanted to talk to you since I was 8-years-old.

There's something I've always wanted to tell you.

When my dad died, you made it better.

Nobody got it.

Everyone thought I just needed to face reality

and get over it.

But I needed him back.

Riddler: Your light went out.

I wanted to turn it back on.

Is it back on now?

Riddler: No. You have to force it now.

Do I know you?

Riddler: You should trust your instincts.

Okay.

You showed me Driver.

But someone's trying to pin this on Jed.

My instincts tell me these are two very different paths.

Riddler: They're connected.

- The murders are connected? - Riddler: Yeah.

You're afraid of me.

I am afraid of you.

Because I don't understand you yet.

But I'm starting to.

It's not just a game for you, is it?

It's not just power and control.

It matters what I think of you.

This is about more than just Sandy and Jesse.

It's about you and me.

If you want to keep this going...

you have to give me something.

Did the same person who killed Jesse...

- kill Sandy? - No.

But they are connected? The murders?

- Yes. - Connected?

Paths can take you wildly away

from anything you recognize

and still bring you back to your door.

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I need to know how to remember him.

I need to know how he would want to be remembered...

for the funeral.

She.

Annie: You got half an hour before you're shipped away.

Jed: I need more information.

The MDMA found in Jesse's room, what form was it in?

- Pill form. - Yeah, but packaging?

Different guys have access at different stages.

Was it street level or wholesale?

Street level.

Little baggies, like ten pills each,

- secured with elastics. - What?

Elastics?

No. That's not my guys.

We don't package it like that.

We're professional. It's business,

not some dollar store grab bag shit.

Whoever packaged those drugs didn't work for me.

Jed said his guys don't package like this.

Well, yesterday he wasn't a drug dealer.

What's that?

Jed's got flair. Where you going?

I'm gonna figure out who planted Jed's drugs in Jesse's room.

You wanna come?

Fine.

Annie: You heard of anyone selling Jed's MDMA...

packaged like this?

Mr. Debassage: No.

Brady: How likely is it someone outside the usual dealers

would be selling?

Not here. Maybe outside town.

Those houses along the toll highway.

Back in the day, crazy Neil almost made a living

selling Rez cigarettes there.

Used to be, we tried to talk to you it cost us fifty bucks.

Yeah.

I'm working on being somebody my boy can be proud of.

Annie: We're thinking that someone planted these in Jesse's room.

Is there anyone else that we should be talking to?

Problem is no one else is gonna wanna talk to you right now.

You missed your window.

What window?

Between when the old boss goes down

and a new head sprouts in its place.

There's a new boss?

Like somebody who used to work for Jed

who's now running things?

Word is, unpaid debts are being collected.

And if you can't pay, bad stuff comes your way.

Brady: Hey, listen. Nobody's talking to us.

You wanna keep going, go for it.

I'm calling it a day.

Maggie Sweetland's neighbor.

Cali, right.

Sorry, I'm not good with faces out of context.

Is that a good thing for a cop?

Sometimes you poke around you might not like what you find.

Sorry?

How's Eddie doing?

What?

Never mind. Have a good day.

Sorry, I didn't wanna talk on the phone.

It's okay. It makes me look important.

- Any luck? - Maybe.

I have a program running,

and I put a clone on your phone's IP...

I don't need the details, just the odds that he'll know.

50/50

Well, keep working until it's 99/1.

Is it a source?

One I'm not ready to burn.

So don't tell Peter.

Eddie!

Eddie, where are you?

Did he stand you up?

Um... I just brought pie.

I'll leave it with you. His truck is here.

- You guys can have it together. - No. It's, it's not...

I mean, he's not here.

She brought pie.

Shit. I'm sorry.

I was on my way and I trapped my hand and...

No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come here like a stalker.

I'll just leave this with you.

No, come in. We'll eat it here.

Can I talk to you?

No.

She leaves those things everywhere.

Please.

Daisy: Mom?

Hey baby.

Hey, um... my key didn't work in the lock.

I changed the locks. I...

I lost my key and I was locked out, sorry.

I keep telling you,

- leave your key in the same place. - (Door opens)

Come on!

- Is your dad okay? - Come on, Daisy.

Daisy: I should go.

- Bye. - Love you.

Let's go. How was school?

- Boring. - Yeah?

Briana: Hi, Daisy. - Hi.

Hey.

Door's a piece of shit.

If you wanna say something about my husband, just say it.

Uh... he's not your husband.

In fact I heard he upgraded.

You don't know anything about us.

You, no. Him?

I do know he's got a jagged little scar

just above his naked ass.

You meant something when you said not to poke around.

You gonna have the balls to just say what you mean?

You're crazy, babe.

Plastic bundles of turtle MDMA wrapped in kid's elastics.

Mean anything to you?

No idea what you're talking about.

You come into my house.

You talk about paths leading home?

Home?

To my family?

Eddie is the connection between Jed and Driver?

That makes no sense.

I'll never believe he hurt anyone.

He'd never do that.