Task

What?

What?

When?

Yeah, okay. Okay.

Babe? You okay?

Babe, are you alright?

Warren, Derek, and Joanne were killed last night.

Oh, my God.

And Sam's missing.

Do you know who did it?

Same crew.

It has to be.

Stay here.

Wyatt, where's your water bottle?

Come on, Wyatt, we don't wanna miss the bus again.

- Can I have Pop-Tarts? - Here's your lunch box.

Come on, we don't wanna be late.

Mornin'.

- Hey, Dad. - Morning, fart face.

What are you still doing home?

I...

I called out of work.

- Throat's all scratchy. - Hey, Harper needs $25.

What for?

Father-daughter dance is Thursday night.

School's bringing in pizzas.

We don't have to go.

- Dad, I don't even really wanna go. - Hell yes, we're going.

I've been looking forward to that.

Definitely goin'.

I'm gonna take a nap.

Aleah and Lizzie, drive around the neighborhood

and see if any door cams got anything.

Grasso and I will go talk to Kenny Pollard's fiancée.

- Circle back here after? - No, no, it's too chaotic.

Let's meet at base camp.

- Lizzie? - Uh-huh?

Assign an analyst to vet the tips.

Any confirmed ones come through, have NCMEC patch them through back to us.

Copy.

Anything?

Hasn't gotten back to me yet.

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

- Hey. - There wasn't supposed to be

- no fuckin' kid in that house, man. - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

There wasn't supposed to be no fuckin' kid.

Hey, look at me, look at me, look at me.

Look at me.

- I keep seeing their faces. - Me too.

- Blood all over. - Me too.

Hey.

Hey.

How long we been friends?

Hundred years?

Have I always found a way out of things?

We never did anything like this. We never--

That's not what I asked.

Have I always found a way out?

What do I always say?

Everything happens for a reason.

Robbie, we killed those people.

We got Peaches killed.

There ain't no fuckin' reason.

Then, we're gonna make one.

We're gonna make a fuckin' reason.

- The fuck? Where's the cash? - Shh. No. No.

Where's the fuckin' money?

Don't touch.

Looks like fentanyl. Still wrapped.

What's that mean, "still wrapped"?

Right over the border.

- Uncut. - It's supposed to be cash.

The fuck are we gonna do with this?

If it's what I think it is, worth a hell of a lot more than cash.

I'm kind of hungry.

Go back inside and I'll be right there.

What are we gonna do with him?

Robbie, he's seen our faces.

He's been inside your house.

Go down to Monmouth Street.

Buy some test strips.

What for?

Make sure it's pure. We gotta sell this shit.

Hey. Good mornin'.

What do you normally eat for breakfast?

Mm, I like pancakes.

Alright. Pancakes it is. Come on.

What's your name again?

Robbie.

Are those chickens?

- Yeah. - Can I see them?

Come here.

You see?

- Can I pet them? - Yeah.

Here, look, look. You see the one

with the black feathers that's kind of in the middle?

- Yeah. - That one's Gertie.

She's nice, she'll let you pet her.

I wish humans could talk to animals.

- "Ec-specially" deer. - Why deer?

What do you wanna say to deer specifically?

I'd tell them not to cross the street and to stay in the forest.

'Cause a lot of deer die trying to cross the street.

Yeah. Yeah.

How long do I have to stay here?

We'll see. Not too long, I don't think.

Your parents said a few days.

Someone was sick.

Is there someone in your family that hadn't been feeling too hot?

My grandmother.

That's it. That's what they said it was.

They said that they got a call late at night that...

you know, your grandmother was feeling sick, and...

How do you know my mom and dad?

My brother,

he actually worked with your father and his friends...

- Hey. - Hey.

...a long time ago, before you were born.

How do you like your pancakes?

Fluffy or crispy?

Fluffy.

Definitely fluffy.

Give me a sec.

So...

What do we know about the other body

found in Nance's house? The one from their crew?

Still waitin' on my contacts.

How the fuck did they know about the shipment?

- No word back on Sam yet? - No.

The kid's dead.

They took him just to fuck with us.

Six feet in the dirt somewhere.

I'm sorry, Jay.

I'm just upset.

Call an emergency church meeting.

Bring everyone.

Good morning. FBI special agent Tom Brandis.

David. Kaylee's father.

TFO Anthony Grasso.

So, this must have been

a pretty overwhelming day for you, huh, Kaylee?

I know the police have questioned you already,

but it's very important that we know who Peaches went out with last night.

It's not that I don't remember.

I just, like, literally haven't met any of his friends yet.

We met online. I just moved here from Ohio a few weeks ago.

This may be very difficult to hear, but...

Peaches was killed during a home invasion, and it appears as though he was involved

- with the incident. - In the invading?

Yes.

And it's not the only incident

- he was involved in. - Jesus Christ, I fucking knew

he was a piece of shit the moment I set eyes on him.

- And I said, "Kaylee Grace Prater..." - Would you stop, please?

"...this kid is a full-on nothing."

- I told you from the get-go... - Dad, stop!

- Could you just not right now, please? - ...you should not be with him.

Okay, my-- I just lost my soul mate.

We had plans,

- and now I-- - Hey, okay. Okay.

Honey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Mm-hmm.

Kaylee?

Several other people were killed inside the home.

Alright, right now, a six-year-old boy is missing.

No, you're...

- You're not-- You think-- - It's not that we--

- You think Peaches did that? No. - It's not that we think, Kaylee.

We know Peaches was a part of this crew.

- No, that's-- no. - I'm sorry.

No, I don't think I like you two very much.

- I understand. - No.

- Kaylee, listen to me. - No. No.

Kaylee...

it's very important that we know...

- No! - ...who his work friends were

so that we could find this little boy.

I think you two should leave.

- Do chickens have dreams? - Hm.

I never really thought about that.

I bet they do.

I bet they dream of big farms.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Can't find my glasses. Could you-- would you mind--

Want me to-- I'll read it. I'll read it for you.

It's from Sara.

"Heavy rain here. Flight delayed. Scheduled to land at 4:15 now."

Okay.

My daughter's coming in from Chicago this afternoon.

Oh, that'll be nice, right? Little quality family time?

Mm-hmm.

How long have you been with the FBI?

Officially since '03, but I was assisting the Bureau

for many years before that as a chaplain.

A chaplain like a-- like a-- like a--

- Like a priest. - You're fuckin' with me.

Mm, no, I'm not fuckin' with you.

I don't think people lie about being a priest very much,

- especially these days, Grasso. - Yeah, but so help me connect the dots.

I mean, how does a priest end up working for the FBI?