[eerie music playing]
[breathing deeply]
[camera flash clicks]
[camera flashes click]
[man] Forty-eight hours have passed since Edgar Anderson was last seen
around 8:00 a.m. en route to school.
We're urging anybody with information, however small, please come forward.
Pick up the phone and help us bring Edgar home.
[melancholy music playing]
[multiple reporters] Commissioner.
[commissioner] Greg.
Letting him walk to school when he was only in fourth grade.
Is that a decision you regret?
[commissioner] Stay on topic, would you?
- [woman] Commissioner! - [commissioner] Mary.
[woman] We've seen a 4.7% spike in violent crime and homicide
in this last year.
Are you chalking this up as another statistic?
I'm just quoting what's in the press.
[commissioner] We're not chalking this up to anything. Certainly not homicide.
By the way, Mary, you are the press.
[Mary] What about Marlon Rochelle?
When another kid goes missing on our street,
then surely city hall has more to clean up than just garbage.
Do you even have a suspect?
[commissioner] We're working on it. We're asking the public to stay vigilant.
Could be a neighbor. It could be a friend. We're ruling nothing out.
We should let these kids get back to school and start their day.
But before we do that,
I'm handing over to Edgar's parents
to... say a few words.
[inhales sharply]
[sighs]
[camera whirs]
Edgar, if you're watching this, um...
I'm sorry, buddy.
Just come home, okay?
Prove to these ladies and gentlemen of the press that you're not dead.
[banging]
- [man 1 Holy... - [man 2] Jesus.
- [indistinct chatter] - [woman] Uh, no! Come away!
[commissioner] Okay, folks. That's all.
Anything else develops, we're gonna let you know.
Thank you very much.
[in hushed tone] Body or a suspect.
Both, you might keep your job.
[unsettling music playing]
[Eric groans softly]
[Eric grunts]
[breathing anxiously]
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct conversation]
- [Cassie] Thanks. - Can I help?
- [Cassie] Take these? - [man] Of course.
[indistinct chatter]
[Cassie sighs] Do you remember Sebastian from my class?
[Sebastian] Hi, man.
I'm really sorry.
Yeah, what... what does that phrase even mean?
I don't know anymore, you know? [splutters]
- How do you know my wife? - She was my teacher.
Vincent, what is wrong with you?
- Come on, Cassie. What-- - I'm so sorry, Sebastian. [sniffles]
It's okay. I'll just...
- Yeah. - [Cassie] Okay, leaflets...
- Why don't you take from Broadway to 9th? - No, no. I gotta go to work.
- What? - I have got a plan, all right?
I... I need to get Edgar's puppet on the show.
They found his T-shirt, Vincent.
- They found his ripped, bloodied T-shirt. - I know. I know.
What if he's dead?
- What if somebody has him? - Stop. Don't say that!
He's not dead.
- I'm gonna find him. - [sniffles]
[sighs] Your mother has offered a reward. [inhales deeply]
Twenty-five thousand dollars.
- They're trying to help. - That's not happening.
[Cassie laughs bitterly]
[Cassie] Money's more likely to bring him back than a fucking puppet.
Vincent!
Why did you say "I'm sorry" in there?
"I'm sorry, buddy."
It's just something you say.
[mysterious music playing]
Yep, fucked it.
Go away. Go away.
[Ledroit] Hmm.
He likes school? Edgar?
He liked... [sighs]
...likes drawing.
He's not very social. It's not unusual.
Only child.
Uh...
He's running away, not to it. The house.
[teacher] Parents fight.
These two are shooting fire.
You teach the children and hope some of it goes home.
[Ledroit] Hmm.
Ever see Edgar with anyone other than his parents?
His mom picks him up most days. Sometimes his dad.
Then who's this guy?
- [bell rings] - [woman] We're starting, Mrs. Ryan.
- I'm sorry. - [indistinct chatter]
It's award ceremony time. Once a semester.
Keeps the moms happy.
Thank you.
[intriguing music playing]
[man] Ah, Jesus Christ. He's got a kid. Another one on the way?
Okay. All right. I'll see you guys later tonight.
[indistinct conversation]
[policeman 1] Yeah.
All right.
What's that about?
Kennedy. The cop you tried to bust?
He died in a hit-and-run late last night.
Shit.
Yeah. Left a widow with a kid and another one on the way.
The fellas are gonna get together and raise a glass.
You might wanna keep your head down.
Probably just some drunk college kid. Stole his old man's car, driving too fast.
He seemed pretty worked up at The Lux.
He kept talking about something to do with 8.
I let it go, but when I listened back over the tape, he was distraught over--
Whoa, whoa. What tape?
You wore a fuckin' wire, Mikey?
- Kennedy said 8. Who the hell is 8? - [chuckles]
Oh, for fuck's sake, Mikey. This obsession with The Lux...
Cripp...
I mean, you gotta rein it in. You're wasting time.
We shut that shit down with the Sierra raid.
What the fuck? 8? Who gives a fuck?
That's just Kennedy shit-talking.
Find me the crazies, the weirdos, the fuckin' queers.
Forty-eight hours?
This poor kid. He's either dead, or he's being held somewhere.
Let's end this mother's misery, okay?
Get me leads.
[mouths]
[vehicle door opens and closes]
[inaudible conversation]
- [mysterious music playing] - Hmm.
[truck engine starts]
[Eric grunting]
[woman] Vincent, we didn't expect you today.
They're trying out the new puppet.
- Right. - [man] Mush says...
Oh, hey, stranger. Are you okay?
[whispers] Vincent's here.
[Lennie] What...
[rattling]
Hey.
What am I gonna do at home?
Just... act like I'm not here. Please carry on as you were.
Okay. [mutters]
Go ahead. Yeah. Keep going.
[man] Uh, Mac the Mole says...
[in Scottish accent] I've lost my way. I took a right and then a left.
[Vincent] Oh!
Got it. Mac the Mole.
So it's a Scottish mole.
Why?
Everything the suits are feeding back to us
is that, on average,
only 9% of New York City kids enjoy any kind of outside space.
But there is a world we don't see.
[snaps fingers]
[laid-back instrumental music playing]
You see them climbing up
out of the drains.
A magical world that Mac calls home.
- Bug and Mush wanna go with him. - [Ronnie as Mush] I do.
- Mac says-- - [Vincent] You're a mop-headed kid.
[in Scottish accent] Why would you wanna get stuck down in this shite and grime?
[rolling R's] Run, kid, run.
Because only in the darkness can you see the stars.
[in normal voice] How, if you're stuck down a drain?
Come on. [chuckles]
[Vincent] Sorry. Mac's just one big problem for Terminix.
We don't do rodents. We don't do drains. We do... we do parks. We do skylines.
I'm all for a new puppet.
But, Jesus Christ in a handcart, what the fuck is that?
You're a douche, Vincent. At least he's trying, man.
[Lennie] Let's take five, please.
Yeah, Veronica, rest your mouth.
No, seriously. Come on. You're better than that.
- Kick a man when he's down. - [Ronnie] I don't need to, honey.
You got every newspaper from the Post to the New York Times riding your ass
because you let a nine-year-old kid walk to school alone.
[Lennie groans]
There she is. That's my girl.
[Lennie inhales]
[Lennie] Please.
- Please, guys. - Yep.
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
I know it's crap. What do you--
It's crap. What do you want from me? [chuckles]
You got something better?
Maybe.
[Lennie] Yeah?
- Ronnie didn't mean that. - Yeah, she did.
Fuck.
[inhales deeply] Oh, buddy. [sighs]
Any news or...
[Lennie inhales deeply]
Give me five minutes.
I... I'll be right back. Okay.
[Eric] Oh, Vincent, Vincent, Vincent.
[Vincent] Shut up! [bangs cymbal]
[heavy footsteps approaching]
[Eric] Technically, if you wanted to get rid of me,
you would have done it by now.
[grunts, chuckles]
[Ledroit] Spence, CCTV footage. I'm still waiting.
It's been two days. I know it takes time, but please.
Last sighting we've got
is a woman who thinks she saw him a block from school.
[grunts]
Mikey, there you are. Archives pulled up more files.
Anyone with a record within five blocks of the kid's apartment.
- Some of 'em go way back. Quite the bunch. - [telephone ringing]
[Ledroit] Thanks.
[Tina] I'll chase that closed circuit from outside the Andersons' apartment.
Hello, Missing Persons 27 Squad.
Yeah. Uh-huh.
Okay, can you repeat that, please?
Mm-hmm.
I appreciate it. Soon as you can.
Thanks, Donny. [hangs up]
Shit.
[ominous music playing]
[keys jangle]
[sizzling]
[banging at door]
[sighs]
If you flooded number four again, Mr. Partridge,
you paying this goddamn bill.
I'm not gonna be repainting and recarpeting every time you--
Mr. Lovett? Detective Michael Ledroit. Okay if we come in?
[ominous music continues]
The... the place is a mess. I was just frying up some eggs.
We just wanna take a look around, Mr. Lovett.
[clanging]
[device whirring]
What's that door? Check where that goes.
- You got a key for this? - It's just the boiler room.
[Ledroit] Open it, Mr. Lovett.
[George] Nothing but junk and old cots.
- [lock clicks] - There you go.
[Ledroit] You reading a kids' magazine?
[George] Yeah, I likes puzzles.
[officer 1] Ledroit, over here.
[music intensifies]
Over here.
[Ledroit exhales]
No, no.
Back down. Down.
Is that a juice box?
Get this gate open. I want a search down here now.
Hi. Edgar Anderson. He's been missing two days.
Please, ma'am. My son. Thank you. Sir, please. My son.
A little boy, missing two days. Edgar Anderson.
- Sir, have you seen this-- - [man] Get out the way, lady!
Jesus. This fucking city.
[man] Where dreams are made. Cute kid.
[indistinct chatter]
- Sup, boss? - You're late.
[Vincent] Here we go.
The police say they're doing something.
I... I don't know what they're actually doing, you know?
- It's just... - You finished with that?
[Vincent sighs]
[Vincent] I'm trying to fucking talk here.
[breathes deeply]
The NYPD are fucking useless.
Son of Sam is just the tip of the fucking iceberg, my friend.
- So I'm taking matters into my own hands. - Mm-hmm.
This is the new puppet. This is for the kid.
[Lennie sighs wearily]
We are rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic here, okay?
I mean, Jerry has the entire autumn budget earmarked for Hector and the Honeybees.
Fuck, Lennie. Hector and the fucking Honeybee?
- Yeah. - Those amateurs.
I told you. Didn't I say again and again they were hovering, sneaking about,
sniffing out blood?
Fuck, man. Okay.
Well, talk to Jerry about the work that I've been doing.
Talk to him about this. Right? This.
Not that optically-challenged crock of shit
that Jackson's pimping out.
This. Talk to him about this.
What the fuck is this?!
This... this is chaos.
This... these are just sketches. This is...
[sighs] I need a puppet. I need-- [sighs]
The only thing I see you working here is your goddamn destructive mouth, Vinny.
I don't know how you do it.
How do you have everything that you have going on in your life,
and you still make people struggle to find basic human sympathy for you?
I don't have a show. I don't have my lead puppeteer.
[inhales]
I don't have... [chuckles] I don't have shit, okay?
And you're coming in here telling me the obvious.
I need solutions.
I was making him French toast.
What?
And he didn't... he didn't want it.
I... I was making him French toast...
the morning that he...
You know, the morning--
This is Edgar's idea.
And I... and I wanna make it real
'cause if we can get him on the show,
maybe the kid'll see it,
and maybe he'll come home.
[footsteps approaching]
- [door opens] - Uh, okay.
[Jerry] Coming to the party? Twenty-five years making great TV.
It's something to celebrate.
[Lennie] Hey, Jerry, buddy.
Um...
[inhales deeply]
Can I have a word with you, please?
I'll come down there.
[Cassie] Have you seen this boy? My son is missing.
Ma'am. Sir. Ma'am, have you seen this little boy?
My son is missing.
- Thank you so much. - [ominous music playing]
Hi, have you seen this little boy? Could you just please take a look?
Thank you. I appreciate that. Sir?
Edgar! Edgar!
Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry. Edgar! Sorry.
Excuse me. Sorry. Edgar! Excuse me.
Edgar! Excuse me. Excuse me.
- [man 1] Watch where you're going! - [man 2] What you doing?
He's here. He's here. He's here.
Why are you wearing my son's jacket?
Get the fuck away from me, lady.
[Cassie exhales]
[sniffles]
[melancholy music playing]
[sniffles]
[breathing deeply]
[gasps]
[man] ...a janitor working at the apartment of nine-year-old Edgar Anderson
has been arrested following the disappearance of the child.
Mr. George Lovett was taken into custody late this morning
after police were alerted...
[music builds]
[music fades]
[Vincent exhales]
[Jerry and Lennie bickering]
[Lennie] We owe it to him.
He should not be at work, okay?
Yeah. So let... so let him pitch so we can make that assumption.
[Jerry] Oh, come on.
[Jerry speaking indistinctly]
[Lennie] Probably. But he's been doing that...
We have an amazing idea here. Don't we owe it to the show?
- [door opens] - [replaces bottle cap]
[Vincent coughs]
[grunts]
[door closes]
- Vincent. - Jerry.
I'm, uh, so sorry for your loss.
Why? He's not dead yet.
[Eric] Give the guy a break. He didn't lose your kid.
Shut up.
Lennie tells me you're, uh, working on a new puppet.
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
Yeah.
Has he got a name?
Yep.
- Eric. - [Eric] And then there was light.
Eric?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
He's gonna blow fucking Hector and his wet dream of a honeybee,
Gloria and her lame-ass piece of shit garden out of the fucking water
and push us through the fucking TV screen.
- I don't even think you should be here. - [Lennie] Jerry.
We... owe it to him to hear the pitch.
Because everybody here is behind him, and I feel like Vincent's on to something.
Okay. Friday.
- 2:00 p.m. I'll gather the team. - [sighs in relief]
A game.
[drums desk, snaps fingers] A game. [chuckles]
Yeah.
[exhales forcefully]
Friday, 2:00 p.m. A game.
- Thanks, Lennie. - Okay, don't fuck it up.
Oh, you're a pal. You're a real good friend.
Always.
Did you take my son?
[eerie music playing]
You always liked him.
[footsteps approaching]
[woman] Lennie. Final run-though.
- Five minutes. - [telephone ringing]
[footsteps retreating]
[Lennie] Okay.
[woman] Hello?
Vincent.
It's the police.
- Larry. - CCTV with you by the end of the day.
Forensics just came in on the T-shirt. Blood type O positive.
Can you check against the kid's medical records?
And get me everything on George Lovett. See if he's ever been seen by the psychs.
Let me know when Miss Clark is downstairs, as well as the Andersons.
She's already here, demanding to speak to her client.
And a William called. Said you'd know who he was.
[Ledroit inhales]
Miss Clark.
So you're willing to let the NYPD frame another Black man?
A pleasure, as always. He's got a record for the rape of a minor.
Overturned on appeal nine years ago, Detective Ledroit.
He lives four floors down from the Andersons.
Was the last person to see the kid the morning he disappeared.
What kind of detective would I be if I didn't bring him in?
I'm... I'm doing my best.
Do better 'cause your best isn't good enough.
- Where'd you grow up, Ledroit? - Hell's Kitchen.
[Clark] And you wind up here? You're safer at home.
You wanna know how to spell racist?
NYPD.
After you.
Thank you.
[sighs in annoyance] Stop doing that.
[taps feet briefly]
[Ledroit] Do you recognize this, Mr. Lovett?
We found it in the basement of your apartment.
- What was it doing there? - My client does not have to answer.
We believe it belongs to Edgar Anderson.
Did you let Edgar come down to your apartment, Mr. Lovett?
- Yes. - Why was Edgar in your apartment?
He liked to draw.
[Ledroit] On the wall?
There ain't nothing but spiders and mold down there. Why not?
He liked it tucked away in the darkness. Made him feel safe.
Do you let a lot of children come to your apartment--
No, I do not.
[Clark] Again, my client does not have to answer.
- Then why was Edgar in your apartment? - He didn't like them fighting.
- He didn't like who fighting? - His mom and dad.
Did he hear them the morning he disappeared?
They be fighting all the time.
- Specifically that morning. - That morning ain't no different.
[inhales]
I want you to look at something else.
We found Edgar's T-shirt. Do you recognize it?
Oh, look closely.
It has blood on it.
Do you know where Edgar is, Mr. Lovett?
Look at me.
[George inhales]
Do you know where Edgar is?
[inhales] You served time.
[Clark] Overturned on appeal.
- I made my amends. - The guilty need to make amends.
[sighs]
- Are you guilty, Mr. Lovett? - [Clark] Detective Ledroit.
I demand some time with my client.
[Ledroit] Mr. Lovett, can you confirm your blood type? Please.
[exhales]
Type O.
The most common there is.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.
Has he got him? Has he got Edgar?
It's not George. He... he'd never do anything.
You don't know that. Stop saying that.
For God's sake, Cassie.
[Ledroit] We searched Mr. Lovett's whole apartment.
We did find evidence of kids' drawings in his basement and a juice box.
Do either of you recognize this?
- [exhales] Yes. - [Vincent] Yeah.
[banging, rattling]
[Ledroit] You aware Edgar was going to his apartment?
- All the kids go down to his apartment. - That's not what he's talking about.
- George has known Edgar all his life. - Exactly.
We're not drawing any conclusions yet.
[banging, rattling]
[Eric groans]
- Don't do that. - [Eric grunts]
On TV, they're saying if he was alive, you would've found him by now.
Just... turn off the TV.
We have a blood type for the blood on the T-shirt.
We're checking it against Edgar's medical records.
- [exhales] What is the blood type? - O positive.
[sighs in relief]
[inhales] He's A positive. Edgar's A positive.
[Eric] Uh-oh.
[Ledroit] That's good news.
[tearfully] Would a reward help if we circulate that there's a reward?
[Ledroit] Maybe.
Soon as we have something, I promise we'll call.
- [man] Detective Ledroit. - Excuse me. I need to go.
What are you doing, Cassie?
You reek of booze.
[mysterious music playing]
[Vincent] Cassie. Wait up. Cassie!
- [Cripp] Mikey. - Yeah.
[Cripp] How'd it go?
Lovett's blood type matches the blood on the kid's T-shirt.
Black guy?
Hey, you got him.
Said he stayed in the building all day fixing a leak on the second floor.
We're waiting on witnesses to confirm his alibi.
But we found drawings, kids' drawings, on the walls in his basement.
You hold on to him till you get a confession.
- He got a lawyer? - Renata Clark.
Ah shit. She's a real ball-ache.
Especially when she knows her client's guilty.
My guess is you'll be handing this to Homicide by the end of the week.
Mikey. Marlon Rochelle's mother left a message for you again.
I'm running out of things to say.
[Cripp] Marlon Rochelle? Again?
Her boy is dead and gone.
But this kid? At least his mother might be able to bury her son.
You gotta celebrate the wins.
I'll see you two Friday. Dinner.
Lorenza's been cooking all week.
And no more trips to The Lux, okay?
You going tonight? Kennedy's wake?
I don't really know anyone in Vice anymore.
Oh. [inhales]
I know his wife. A few of us go way back from the typing pool.
Dana and I have been through a lot together.
Night.
[inhales]
Not contributing, Ledroit?
We're collecting for Kennedy's widow.
Great loss to the force.
Here you go.
I'm sure his widow will appreciate it.
[man] Fucking asshole. He needs to get back in line.
[indistinct chatter]
[melancholy music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[woman] It's been almost three days. Have the police found any other leads?
[officer] Back off. Come on now. Step aside. Let them through.
Give them some privacy, all right? Come on. Guy lost his kid.
[reporters continue shouting questions]
[camera clicks]
[male reporter] Has anyone been apprehended?
- [man 1] Take these. - [man 2] Okay.
He's not there. He's not there.
[Cassie inhales]
[Vincent sighs]
- [keys jangle] - [door closes]
[brooding music playing]
[sighs]
[TV switches on]
[Costello] Exactly. [chuckles]
I was raised in the city.
And to me, she's always felt like the girl you come home to.
[woman] You've been fighting criticism for a while in city hall,
with rising homelessness now spilling into our...
[Vincent sniffs]
[Vincent tuts] Please.
- [TV switches off] - [Vincent sniffs]
Please. Can we just... can we just...
- [TV switches on] - Can we just please talk about this?
About the check from my mother?
Please, can we talk about it? Give me the fucking remote.
[TV switches off]
[Vincent sniffs, sighs]
Did you know he was going down to George's apartment?
Every kid goes down there.
You've let him go down into that apartment?
This is George we're talking about. Edgar's grown up with him.
So find me somebody else.
Find me somebody else who can tell me where my son is!
He's my son too!
Vincent.
You think that I wanna take this money from your parents?
It gets us information, okay? People don't help without incentives.
You take their money, they take your soul. They don't understand anything but money.
He's their grandchild.
Tell me one fucking time they've ever shown any interest in their grandchild!
No, you can't, so I'm gonna take that back.
You have to work with me on this. We have to stick together.
- [Cassie yells furiously] - [Vincent exhales in shock]
[sniffles]
[exhales]
- [melancholy music playing] - [sniffles]
[sighs]
[tearfully] I thought I saw him today.
But it was just a jacket.
[exhales forcefully]
It was just a jacket that looked like his.
What are you doing with his drawings?
I told you. I'm... I'm working on a new puppet.
[sniffles]
Look, if... if I can get Eric on the show...
- Eric? - ...then Edgar will see him.
And then... he'll know how much we love him, how much we want him to come home.
He'll know what to do.
Oh my God.
You're going crazy.
[mutters]
No. What? What?
You should have told them that you went after him.
You should have told the police.
[Eric] She's on to you, Vincent.
[Vincent exhales]
[breathing deeply]
How did you get that cut on your forehead?
Vincent, how did you get that cut on your forehead?
What blood type are you?
[exhales]
[sighs] I'm giving my mother her check back.
[door opens]
[door slams]
[groans]
[retches]
[sobs]
[Eric grunts]
You may not like me,
but you need me, Vincent.
Not listening.
Only you know the way that kid's mind ticks.
Not listening.
[Eric] If you get me on the show, the kid'll see it.
Get me on the show, and the kid'll come home.
- [rattling] - Oh!
Oh, don't mind if I do.
Come on. Seriously?
- [slurps] - [tuts]
Ahhh!
The only way you're gonna make it right
is to do the one thing the kid asked of you.
Stop it.
[Eric] You are being the shittiest shitbag of a dad.
[Vincent breathing anxiously]
Yeah.
Now you're hearing me.
Anyone ever tell you you're an asshole?
[unsettling music playing]
[Ledroit] Mr. Lovett.
[sighs wearily]
Come on, man. You know I can't talk to you without my lawyer here.
[Ledroit] Something you wanna tell me?
- [George] What's this? - Take it.
You know who that is.
That's supposed to be me?
[music fades]
Really?
I ain't did it then. I ain't done it now.
You gonna do what you wanna do anyhow.
Man, I am 72 years old.
I ain't had a hard-on for so long, Jesus himself would declare it a miracle.
And I do not like children the way you think I do. That's disgusting.
[exhales forcefully]
Now, I tell you what.
The longer you keep me here,
the longer it'll be before you find out who's got little Edgar.
So that's on you, Detective.
[laughs bitterly]
[pensive music playing]
Taylor.
Open it up.
[lock clicks]
Hold him until I say.
[tense music playing]
[train horn blares]
[indistinct chatter]
[man] Hey. Don't... Stop blaming me!
[baby cries]
- [baby cries] - [indistinct chatter]
[woman yelling indistinctly]
[train wheels screeching]
[woman coughing violently]
Yo, Yuusuf!
- [Yuusuf] What? - [woman] I got the stuff you wanted.
What took you so long, huh?
- [woman] Fuck you. - [Yuusuf] Nah.
Fuck you.
[car horns blaring]
[Eric grunting]
Vincent. Your mother know you're visiting?
[sighs] Now, where would the fun be in that?
[Vincent sighs]
Tia, is my mother at home?
[woman] Tia, did you manage to pick up Mr. Anderson's dry cleaning?
[Tia] Yes, Mrs. Anderson. I'll hang it up now.
[sighs] Mother.
You know it is polite to call first, Vincent.
If you'd responded to any of my calls and let me know you were coming,
I would have made you something to eat.
[Eric grunts]
- Get off that. - Oh?
- I'm not hungry. - At least have some tea.
Did they tell you anything more, the police, about the arrest?
- No. - Of course he's Black.
[sighs] Jesus Christ, Mother. Your money. We don't need your money.
You always get like this when you've done something wrong.
You'll feel better after tea.
We're gonna need something stronger than that.
[Vincent exhales]
You look tired. You get cranky when you can't sleep.
Your money is not gonna bring Edgar back.
All right?
Then perhaps you shouldn't have lost him in the first place.
You're right. I am tired.
[inhales deeply] Can I sleep here, please?
- [inhales deeply] - The bed's not made up.
We can't ask Tia to do it now. You know what she gets like.
- [scoffs] - Can't you go home?
- [scoffs] - Don't tell me she's thrown you out again.
A hotel.
Do you need money for a hotel?
[Eric grunts quizzically]
[in hushed tone] No, I do not need any money for a fucking hotel.
You are. I can tell. You're going again.
You were like this when you were a little boy.
Always talking to yourself.
[Vincent sighs]
And you'd say,
"Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there, Mommy."
[in faltering voice] I need to go now.
Times you ran away from school
and that summer when you were 16.
And you know what I used to do then?
[Vincent sighs]
You need to go back on the medication.
No.
I might still have the number of Dr. Mason.
No. Please, please, please, Mother,
can you... can you just listen to me?
Oh, what is wrong with you?
- I'm frightened. I'm fucking frightened! - Oh shush!
[gentle piano music playing]
Your father is working.
You know, Vincent,
you need to stop blaming everyone else for the problem
and start to see that the solution is in yourself.
[sighs in frustration]
[exhales]
We don't need your money.
[exhales]
[door opens]
Then buy more copper.
I've got 20,000 square feet and 12 bathrooms
that are going to need copper piping.
[unsettling music playing]
[Vincent] Father?
[music intensifies]
♪ A cigarette that bears A lipstick's traces ♪
♪ An airline ticket to romantic places... ♪
[lock clicks]
♪ And still my heart has wings ♪
♪ These foolish things remind me of you... ♪
Babe? It's me.
[shower running]
♪ A tinkling piano In the next apartment... ♪
You called work earlier. Are you all right?
We talked about this!
[William panting]
Oh, look at you.
We agreed you wouldn't do this until I got home.
What, hoping to join me?
Now you're a smart-ass. Come on, come on.
- [William whimpers] - Easy.
- [exhales] - And up now.
[William gasps]
It's okay.
[William panting]
Watch your arms.
- [William] You're slammed. - One more.
[William] I didn't want you to have to deal with me too.
Here you go.
[William sighs contentedly]
You sure you don't mind me going out?
You got a temperature. I can stay in.
No.
[inhales deeply] No, you go to work.
You've got a lost boy to find. Who else is gonna do it?
[whispers] Thank you.
[Ledroit inhales, chuckles]
[Ledroit inhales]
- What's this? - [pensive music playing]
Yellow's for you. Green's Caroline.
And then there's the checking account.
I'm not talking about this today.
Not talking about it won't make it go away.
- [door opens] - Bye!
[door closes]
[TJ] I got a near ten-year-old bourbon out the back. Came in tonight.
- [man 1] Maybe later. - [TJ] Don't know what you're missing.
[recording device clicking]
[man 2] Two burgers! Two fries!
Hey, kid, you hungry?
- [boy] Yeah. - [device clicks]
[keys jangle]
[indistinct chatter]
- [ominous music playing] - [exhales forcefully]
[doorwoman] We'll let in two at a time, okay?
Officer.
♪ I'm so hot for you ♪
♪ And you're so hot for me ♪
♪ I'm so hot for you ♪
♪ And you're so hot for me ♪
♪ I saw you at the party So I thought I'd play the game ♪
♪ Two strangers in a lonely room I asked you your name ♪
♪ I had the answer To the question in your eyes... ♪
Where's Gator?
♪ That we should love tonight Should be no surprise ♪
♪ From the corner of my eye ♪
♪ I saw you going by ♪
♪ I'm so hot for you ♪
♪ And you're so hot for me ♪
♪ I'm so hot for you ♪
♪ And you're so hot for me ♪
♪ I'm so hot for you ♪
♪ And you're so hot for me ♪
♪ What are you waiting for? ♪
[men cheering, laughing]
[man sniffs forcefully]
- [man] That was strong. Whoo! - [laughter]
I'm gonna need a chaser for that!
[indistinct chatter]
Mikey.
We need to talk.
Okay.
Let's talk.
Over by the bar.
Um, I want you to listen to something, Gator.
There was a time you called me Alex.
[inhales] The other night,
when I busted those cops trying to shake down the place...
Every mammal has its parasite.
[exhales] Cops are mine.
- I picked up something. - Like I said. Always on duty.
[TJ] I got a near ten-year-old bourbon out the back. Came in tonight.
- [man 1] Maybe later. - [TJ] Don't know what you're missing.
[recording device clicks]
[recording clicks on]
[man 2] Two burgers! Two fries!
- Hey, kid, you hungry? - [boy] Yeah.
[recording clicks off]
That kid that's gone missing. He's nine.
Ten in July.
[sniffs]
You wanna act like you don't know what I'm saying?
[TJ] I got a near ten-year-old bourbon out the back--
[Gator] Whatever you think,
whatever I have been in my past, Mikey,
this place is clean.
I learned from The Sierra. I served my time.
Cater for every kink you might like. Just got to be legal.
That's the way I insisted it was run when I was gone and the way it runs now.
[Ledroit] Hmm.
Some of the boys I see in this place still look pretty young to me.
ID and tested once a month. I got the paperwork to prove it.
I redirect the perverts.
I tell my boys to wax before they're butt fucked.
[inhales] I'm a businessman.
But the past...
I'm done with the past, Mikey.
- Really? - Really.
Okay. You don't believe me.
Yeah, right this way.
Um...
Mandy, your boy in again tonight?
Last time. I promise, Gator. His dad is picking him up in ten.
Charlie, no more pie, please.
[video game beeping]
[Gator] Ah, and that ten-year-old bourbon you were so interested in.
You wanna try?
Hey, hey.
Come here.
I'm clean, Mikey. I served my time.
So what do you keep coming back for?
[Ledroit clicks tongue]
[Gator] Hmm?
[man] Thanks, Gator.
[ominous music playing]
[man] Those tapes are on your desk, Ledroit.
[sighs]
[telephone ringing]
Missing Persons, Detective Ledroit.
[woman] Seems everyone's forgotten about my son.
- [news playing on TV] - His name is Marlon Gabriel Rochelle.
Missing since June 12th, 1984.
No one's forgotten Marlon, Cecile.
[man] The disappearance of Edgar Anderson raises deeper questions for the New York...
[pensive music playing]
We go over to Derek...
Strong enough?
Have to be.
You gonna cut me in on this, Yuusuf?
- Cut you in on what, huh? - [woman] Mm.
[woman grunts]
[sucks teeth] That stuff's rotting your brain, girl.
["A Forest" by The Cure playing]
Cometh the hour, cometh the man.
The legend that is Vincent Anderson.
You know, you really must stop blaming everyone else for the problem
and start to see the solution is in yourself.
♪ Come closer and see ♪
♪ See into the trees ♪
♪ Find the girl ♪
♪ While you can ♪
♪ Come closer and see ♪
♪ See into the dark ♪
♪ Just follow your eyes... ♪
Now we're cooking with gas.
♪ Just follow your eyes... ♪
[inhales deeply]
♪ I hear her voice ♪
♪ Calling my name ♪
♪ The sound is deep ♪
♪ In the dark ♪
♪ I hear her voice ♪
♪ And start to run ♪
♪ Into the trees ♪
♪ Suddenly, I stop ♪
♪ But I know it's too late ♪
♪ I'm lost in a forest ♪
♪ All alone ♪
♪ The girl was never there ♪
♪ It's always the same ♪
♪ I'm running towards nothing ♪
♪ Again and again and again and again And again and again and again and again... ♪
Could I speak with Detective Ledroit, please?
[train wheels screeching]
[menacing music sting]
[song fades]