.
[soft orchestral music]
- Hurry, Dad! Hurry! They started!
- Okay, okay.
I will pick you up at 8:00. Don't forget,
if practice lets out early--
- I'll wait for you inside! I know what to do, Dad!
- Love you, kid!
- Love you.
[phone beeps]
- [sighs]
♪
[grunts] Uhh--
[taser clicking]
[ominous music]
♪
- [grunting]
♪
["The Devil Remembers Me" by BLOW [France]]
- ♪ 16 ladies dancing on my bed ♪
♪
♪ 16 murders...
[dog whining]
- Dude, you looked totally different at the club.
♪
- ♪ Take a look at what we have done ♪
- Ah, see, now, that is sexy.
- Ha. You want to join me?
- Actually, it's much better as a spectator sport.
- Well, if you like that,
you're gonna love the breakfast I make you.
- No! No! I love raw eggs and green mystery stuff
as much as the next guy, but how about I make breakfast?
See, I like to use actual food.
You know food, uh...protein powder in its natural state.
[knocking on door]
Where did my shirt end up?
- Oh, don't worry. It's, uh...it's probably James.
Just let him appreciate your abs.
Frank! - Hey.
- Um...didn't know you were coming by.
- Sorry, I should've called--
- You're Frank Novak. I heard a lot about you.
- And you are? - Noah, sir.
- Just leaving. - Just leaving.
Guess I'm late for work. Uh...
Yeah. I will call you. - Um...yeah.
- Nice to meet you, Noah. - Pleasure.
- I should've called, and I-- - Yeah, I just didn't--
I didn't think-- - What?
Okay, um, why don't you just come on in,
and we can act like the last two minutes never happened?
How 'bout that? - That sounds like a good idea.
- Cool. - All right.
[blender whirring]
- Mmm!
- Uh, actually, I'm not really that hungry,
- No, no, no! You're gonna try it, you're gonna love it.
Just trust me, all right?
- Um... - Mmm!
- I need to talk to you about something.
The Bureau has turned up some chatter
on Legion.
Now, we don't know if it's the same Legion
that ran the network when you were abducted,
or just, you know, someone who took on his name.
[suspenseful music]
- But you told me Mel Foster was Legion.
- That's what we always thought.
And we are monitoring him in his cell--
his letters, his calls, his visitors, all of that.
♪
- Did you find anything?
- We confiscated this from his cell.
♪
- They killed your mom, Beth.
Autonuke.
Now!
♪
- He's not allowed to write me.
- But he was probably gonna go through his lawyer
because he knows that that communication
would've been privileged.
So now I need to ask you,
has he written you any other letters?
Has he tried to contact you over the years?
♪
I mean, Kick, his obsession is not your fault,
so, I mean, you can tell me.
♪
- For a few years after I got back,
he would...
send me birthday cards.
I mean, not on my birthday, of course, but...
on Beth's, and there are some other letters too,
and I never opened them, I never responded,
I never--I never looked at them,
and, and, and--
I don't even know why I kept them, it's--
I'm sorry I never told you about it.
- It's all right, you were six years old
when you were abducted.
♪
He did what abductors do-- he made you rely on him
for attention, for trust, for protection...
And then you did what you had to do to survive.
- Beth did.
♪
- That's right. Beth did.
I'm glad you saved these.
Now I can hand them to the analysts,
and they'll tell us what they can about Legion.
♪
- So you want your shake on ice?
- Uh...
[phone buzzing]
Bishop.
MIA. Greenwich, Connecticut. We gotta move.
- Okay, I'll put yours in a to-go cup too.
- Oh, don't bother, you don't have to--
[plane engines revving]
Darren Hartzell. 36. Married.
Runs New Leaf, a non-profit for at-risk teens.
Dropped his son Harrison off at basketball practice last night,
hasn't been seen since.
- Maybe he ran off with a girlfriend, right?
- Or boyfriend. - It's not likely.
Left his car running, his door open,
cell phone smashed on the ground.
- What about ransom demands?
- Nothing yet.
- And surveillance footage? Cameras at the school?
- That's what Kick and Bishop are gonna find out.
You look into his financials, look into his personal life.
And let's find out who'd want to take this young man.
[dramatic music]
♪
- The car was left running.
Cell phone dropped here.
[police radio chatter]
- What's that?
- Taser lead. That's how they incapacitated Darren.
Zapped him, pulled him into a car, drove off.
Find the second lead?
- Oh yeah.
Traced it. Generic. Went nowhere.
- Any witnesses?
- Not a one.
- No security cameras?
- Most places around here don't have them.
Greenwich has the highest income,
lowest crime rate in the state.
We never see this kind of thing around here.
[police radio chatter]
[Kick sighs]
- We're leaving school now. - Okay.
- Hey, I'm halfway through Darren's financials.
- Hold on! And?
- And so far, he's clean. No liens, no funny deals.
- [sighs] Did you guys find anything at the scene at all?
[phone ringing] - Not much. No witnesses,
no blood, no cameras.
- Apparently, only good people live in this town.
- Well, go to Darren's house, talk to his wife,
and, uh...
see if you can get anything out of her.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey!
What's up?
- I just won a free cruise.
You know, all expenses paid, except sunscreen, obviously.
- What's up?
- Uh, that was my brother.
- When's the last time you talked to him?
- It was the day my dad kicked me out of the house.
- Oh. - That's actually why
he was calling. My dad died.
The funeral's in a few days.
- James, I'm-- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Don't be.
And don't worry, I'm not gonna miss any work.
- Well, you sure you don't want to go?
Because I'll give you the time off.
- Honestly, I'd rather help find Darren,
who seems like a decent person and not a bigot
who'd kick out his own son for being gay.
- Oh, screw your dad, he's dead.
Why don't you go, maybe reconnect with your family?
- Ha. Uh, I was 14
when my dad kicked me out, and nobody tried to stop him.
Not my mom, not my brother, nobody.
And you know that's when I got taken.
- Yeah.
Well, only you know whether to go or not,
but they did reach out. It's something, I guess.
- I hear you, but right now, I just want to
drill down on Darren's tax records.
- Okay.
[pats desk] Okay.
[somber music]
♪
- I just want to ask you a few questions
about your husband, Leah.
Now, can you think of anyone who'd want to hurt Darren?
Business rivals, community issues?
- No. Nothing like that.
Here you go, kids.
- What about his non-profit?
I mean, he works with some pretty rough kids,
I'm guessing. - Oh, no, no, no.
Those kids love him. I mean, people trust Darren.
They--they flock to him.
Somehow, he has managed to touch so many people's lives.
- So how long have you guys known Darren?
- We've known Darren since college.
Our kids play together all the time.
- Yeah, Darren's a great dad
to both the kids, but especially to Maggie.
She needs a lot of attention.
- Well, thank you.
- Well, we'll reach out as soon as we know anything.
Please feel free to call us anytime.
- But as of now, you have no leads?
Nothing to go on?
- Um...
- What am I supposed to tell my kids?
How are you gonna find Darren?
- Leah, we're just getting started.
As far as we can tell, he's got no enemies,
no rivalries. [phone chiming]
- What about online activity?
- Nothing unusual.
- Something's off. No one's this perfect.
- Well, I did find one thing.
Darren deposited several donations to the non-profit
into his personal account. - Well, that's illegal.
- Not if he pays them back. I'm running that down now.
[phone chimes] - James.
You want to turn the dating app off for five seconds, please?
- I'm sorry. It's my family.
They're all concerned about me
ten years after they forgot I exist.
Whoa. It's not my family.
You guys gotta see this.
My friends are all messaging each other
about a webcast that went live 20 minutes ago.
[ominous music]
♪
- "Trial." What kind of trial?
- I don't know, but we just found Darren.
[no audible dialogue]
[dark music]
.
[no audible dialogue]
- Trial starts at 3:00.
It's in 90 minutes.
- Who's even watching this garbage?
- Right now, it's just computer geeks,
but if this hits Reddit, it's going mainstream viral.
- Well, can't we pull the plug on this?
- It's an open source forum! There's no plug to pull!
I can try tracking the server to get a location to where
the webcast is coming from. - Do that right now.
- But we can't count on that. We need to find Darren.
- Everyone says he's such a good guy.
Who would want to put him on trial?
- In the most public way possible!
- All right, what do you get put on trial for?
- A crime. - Right, but we checked.
Look, he doesn't have a record. He's clean.
- All right, then we go back into Darren's past,
and we dig, and we dig, and we dig,
and we dig until we find something!
Because I don't wanna see what happens when thattrial begins.
- The transmission's being routed
through a bunch of overseas proxy servers.
It's like chasing your own tail. How about you?
- I'm still on hold with the County Clerk.
It's Frank's idea, okay?
He thinks Darren might have something in his past.
♪
Um...
Frank told me about your dad.
And look, I know your history.
And I hate to admit it,
and I will hurt you if you tell her this,
but I'm kind of glad I reconnected with my mom.
And I-- - Can we not do this?
When you got taken, Paula moved heaven and earth
to get you back. When I got taken,
my family didn't even know I was gone.
- Ma'am, still there?
- Hello, yes, I'm still here.
Oh, really?
Okay, okay, thank you.
Wow, Frank was right.
Nobody's that perfect. Darren has a juvie record.
- Hmm.
Well, juvie records are sealed.
We need a court order to get them open.
- People, please, I've been hacking juvie records
since phone phreaking was a thing.
How do you think I got my own record expunged?
[keys clicking]
- What record was that?
- Yeah. - I should get on it.
- Breaking and entering. Drunk and disorderly.
Assault. - Wow.
Darren was arrested three times before he even turned 18.
- Yeah, but he was never charged.
That's pretty favorable treatment.
- Let's talk to his friends from back then.
- 21 retailers and a 12-screen theater as our anchor.
Not bad for an old paint factory, hmm?
Hey, Jim, let me call you back.
- Honey, you remember Ms. Lanigan.
And this is Agent Bishop.
- Chris Morgan. What can I do for you?
- Mr. Morgan, Darren Hartzell got into some trouble
back in the day.
- Darren was a bit of a hell-raiser.
- But he always managed to get off easy.
- His uncle was a cop.
Half his family was.
He may have gotten off light a few times.
What does this have to do with his kidnapping?
- [sighs]
Darren doesn't have much time.
- Oh, my God!
[dramatic music]
- I don't understand.
- We think that whoever took Darren
wants to get back at him for something,
so think back--is there anyone who would want
to get revenge on him or anything?
[tense music]
♪
- My God. Richard?
♪
Richard Tremblay.
His son, Nate, was a friend of ours in college.
Me, Darren, and Nate would get together a few times a year.
Las Vegas. Super Bowl.
A few years ago, we went back to Danbury
for homecoming weekend.
We spent a Sunday at a lake we used to fish at.
We ran out of beer.
♪
And then Nate and Darren dropped me off at the shore.
[pop music on radio]
- Just let it go, man! - The car was a ways off.
I was gone maybe ten minutes.
- Chris, help!
♪
[grunts]
- What happened? - He lost his balance.
He hit his head on the side of the boat.
[tense music]
- [grunting]
- His death was accidental.
That's what the police ruled.
♪
- But Nate's father didn't think so.
And these are the same cops who let Darren slide before.
- Darren and Nate had a big fight in college.
Darren kind of lost it, he broke Nate's jaw.
Nate eventually forgave him, but Richard never forgot.
- The shouting you heard-- what were they fighting about?
- [scoffs] Look, they were wasted.
We all were.
I'm telling you, Darren loved Nate.
He would never hurt him.
- He broke his jaw.
[dark music]
♪
- Richard Tremblay is a retired mechanical engineer.
We just talked to a partner at his old firm.
She said Richard was obsessed with his son's death.
It ate him up that Darren never stood trial.
- Right, so he's going to make sure
that Darren stands trial now,
but why would he go after Darren four years later?
- I may have that. I hacked Richard's medical history.
He's on Platinol. It's a drug used
to slow down the growth of cancer cells.
- Wait, Richard's dying.
- He's gonna settle one last score before he does.
Do we have an address for this guy?
- 1871 Garden Ridge Road.
Oh, and guys, he's a registered gun owner.
[tense music]
♪
- Richard Tremblay! FBI! Open the door!
♪
Richard Tremblay!
- I've been waiting for you.
What took you so long?
- Step out.
Where's Darren?
All right, Richard, where's Darren?
What'd you do with him? - You're about to find out.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Be patient.
- You're making this harder on yourself.
♪
- He's not here!
- Stepping in!
♪
Right here.
Sit down.
- Where's the tank?
- Four years ago, my son Nate was killed,
drowned by the man you're looking at, Darren Hartzell.
- Trial's starting.
- Darren, who calls himself a family man,
had a long list of offenses,
but he used his connections
to make sure he never stood trial.
That changes today.
Click on the evidence below.
It contains the coroner's report,
evidence I gathered from the scene,
then make your decision.
Is this man guilty, or innocent?
You have two hours to decide this man's fate.
Should he live, or should he die?
That's up to you.
Voting starts now.
[dark music]
♪
- The public is Darren's jury.
- Sick bastard.
- The guilty votes are already coming in.
- Wait, what's that?
♪
- [breathing hard] W...wha--
Hey!
[water trickling]
Ah...ohh!
[muttering, grunting]
Aah! Hey, stop!
.
[dramatic music]
♪
- One hour, 41 minutes till the voting closes.
- Based on the current flow rate
and my estimate of the volume of the tank,
he's not gonna make it.
- If--even if Darren did kill Nate,
who votes for him to die?
- Anonymous idiots. It's a game to these people.
Half of them probably think it is a game.
- Well, let's make it real for them, then.
Let's put out a statement and tell them
it's not some kind of publicity stunt.
- That would just bring out the trolls,
more anonymous idiots voting guilty.
- We need to find that tank.
- Engineering's very simple, really.
It's a good, old-fashioned plumbing valve
hooked up to a capacitor to control the flow.
A not guilty vote slows down the flow of water.
A guilty vote speeds it up.
- So you're drowning him.
Darren dies the same way your son did.
- I'm not doing anything.
Darren's life is in the hands of a jury.
- The coroner ruled your son's death an accident.
The prosecutor decided not to charge Darren.
- The prosecutor who was buddy-buddy
with Darren's whole family.
- What was he like?
Nate?
I mean, what did he do?
- He was a teacher. - High school?
- Junior high. He taught, uh...[ahem]
he taught math and science.
- Those were my worst subjects.
He must've been good with numbers, like his old man.
- I wanted him to be an engineer,
told him he could make a hell of a lot more money.
- They don't always do what you want them to do, do they?
- He wanted to give something back.
It's--it's just the way he was.
- Yeah, what about Darren, huh?
Darren's given something back too, hasn't he?
- Cut it. - Killing Darren isn't going to
bring your son back. - I'm not killing anyone.
I'm giving him more of a chance than he gave my son!
- Kick! - Darren has two kids!
- Kick! - You know that, right?
- Kick! - Nate didn't get that chance.
Did he? - Step...out...now!
Step out, right now!
[dramatic music]
♪
- You know, in my line of business...
you see a lot of killers.
♪
You're not a killer, Richard.
So why don't you tell me where that tank is?
♪
- You're the detectives. You figure it out.
- [inhales]
- That tank's made of steel.
It's a decent size,
but you can't build something like that just anywhere.
Now, this is a rich town, but it's surrounded by industry,
a lot of it abandoned since the recession.
You see these old factory buildings?
I've got state and local PD searching
as many of them as they can, but--
- But we're never gonna get to all of these in 90 minutes.
So how do we narrow it down?
- Highway One, Afghanistan.
The Kabul-to-Kandahar Highway.
- Exactly what I was thinking.
- I spent two years driving that road.
- When you were in the Army.
- Private contractor protecting Army convoys.
The Taliban would stick and move, stick and move.
The only way to stay alive was to predict their movements
from one confirmed sighting to the next.
Now, we know where Darren was abducted from,
and at more or less what time.
We know what time we picked Richard up.
Okay, factor in drive time, plus the time
Richard would need to put Darren in that tank.
- You calculate a search radius...
extrapolate the tank's location
based on the maximum distance Richard could've travelled.
You turned it into a math problem.
- Yeah.
♪
- Whoa!
- What, you're not gonna help?
- You just gave me an idea-- different math problem.
If the public votes whether Darren lives or dies,
maybe we can stuff the ballot box.
♪
- I looked at your evidence.
Gotta say, there's not much there.
Your son drowned.
- After taking a blow to the head.
- Which is consistent with Darren's story.
They were on the boat, they were drinking.
They were drinking a lot.
Nate slipped and hit his head on the side of the boat.
- You know that Darren broke his jaw in two places
back in the day.
Nate's mother...
died when he was eight.
I did all the homework.
Cooking, baseball practice.
He was everything.
- Well, then, hold on to those moments.
Don't hold on to these.
- Because it's that easy, right?
I should just let him go.
- You'll never, ever let him go.
I know that.
♪
Darren's got a family too.
A wife, children.
They didn't do anything to hurt your son.
But you're about to destroy their lives.
- I made my peace with that.
♪
- All right, I'll be right back.
Hey, how's the search going?
- Well, accounting for all factors,
this is the maximum area Richard could've traveled
before putting Darren in that tank.
Now, every pin is either a factory or a warehouse
that could house a tank that size.
- Richard's dying. Could he even build a tank like this?
- Right, so it's more likely he'd retrofit an existing tank.
Now, these are the businesses that use
the kind of tank we're looking for.
Still, Richard would need privacy.
- Mm-hmm.
- So, if we eliminate the businesses
in active operation--
[computer beeping]
- We're getting closer.
- Let's update the search teams.
♪
- Look at that. Romans at the Coliseum,
just waiting for the lions to show up.
- Voters are the Romans?
- Or the lions.
[computer chimes] - Okay.
This should translate to 80,000 not guilty votes a minute.
You want to launch it?
- It's all you. - Ha.
[sighs]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Bingo. - Ha.
[phone ringing]
[phone clicking]
- Your brother again?
- Uh, my mom, this time.
She really wants to see me.
When my dad kicked me out, it sucked, obviously,
but what really hurt is that my mom let him do it.
- My father was a drunk.
My mom stayed with him for 40 years.
And not 'cause she loved him.
I guess she thought she could change him.
Maybe your mom felt she could change the way
your dad felt about you.
[somber music]
- Whoa, something's wrong.
The not guilty votes are being counted, but look at the water!
It started up again.
- This is no trial.
It's an execution.
Son of a bitch.
.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Wait, so the votes don't matter?
- They're being counted, but the tank isn't responding.
It was earlier, but not anymore.
- So what changed?
- My guess is somebody went to wherever the tank is
and manually opened the valve.
- You're quite the hypocrite, aren't you?
- What?
- You're talking about a jury deciding.
Or a fair trial. You were never gonna let Darren
out of that tank alive, were you?
- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about the person you had override the computer
so that Darren never had a chance.
You call that justice?
You didn't know?
- Mm. What happens now is not up to me.
If Darren dies, it's 'cause of what he did.
- Did you see that? - Yeah.
Richard was surprised the voting was rigged.
Hey, James. - Yeah?
- If you were right, and that valve's manually opened,
that means someone else wants Darren dead.
- We already went through his life top to bottom
and there was nothing. - Well, we dropped it
after Richard was arrested, but there were those donations
Darren deposited into his personal account.
- Yeah. - Here, um...
They all have the same donor. Prestige Holdings, LLC.
- Who's Prestige?
- Shopping mall developer?
[keyboard keys clicking]
CEO listed as Chris Morgan.
- Wait, that's Darren's friend.
- But Chris was paying Darren under the table,
making it look like charitable contributions.
Let's find out why.
♪
- Voicemail.
I'll tell him you came by. - I'm afraid Darren can't wait.
Look, your husband wrote thousands of dollars in checks
to Darren's non-profit.
- Chris is a big contributor.
- Right, except Darren deposited them
into a personal account.
- Why could Chris pay Darren all that money?
- Well, that's what we're trying to find out.
Do you have any idea what these payments were for?
- No, I don't.
[tense music]
♪
The not guilty votes are getting higher.
Why is he still drowning?
- Because we think someone sabotaged the tank.
Victoria, Darren is innocent, isn't he?
That's why you're so upset right now.
♪
Whatever you know, you need to tell us right now!
- Darren's gonna die-- not in hours, in minutes.
♪
- I had a feeling when Nate didn't come home
from that trip, that Chris knew.
Chris was acting strange.
The Lake...
[soft music]
- Like he found out that you and Nate had an affair.
That's it, isn't it?
- So it wasn't Darren who fought with Nate that day.
It was Chris.
- [sniffles]
- Look, we didn't want this, but I'm in love with her.
- You son of a bitch.
- What the hell, man? Calm down!
[dark music]
- [grunting]
He hit his head.
He fell in.
- I saw you.
- So Chris paid Darren for his silence.
- Darren's daughter needs a lot of care.
Insurance doesn't cover it. Darren's a good man.
- Yeah, but if Darren ever got out of that tank,
so would the truth about Nate's murder.
So Chris opened that valve.
He's gonna finish what Nate's father started, and you knew.
- I swear I didn't.
- Yeah, but you do now!
Don't be complicit in a second murder.
- Victoria, just tell us where Chris is, please.
- [sobbing] I--I really don't know.
- [sighs]
- Oh, thank God!
Come on, man.
Come on, get me out of here.
Oh, thank you so much. Come on!
What are you doing, man?
No! No, no, no, no, no, no. Come on, Chris!
Come on! Get me out of here, Chris!
[intense musical build-up]
Chris, come on!
.
[dramatic music]
- Any luck tracking Chris' car?
- He got off the Northbound 113 two hours ago.
After that, I lose him.
There's no traffic cams on surface streets.
- Anything outside the 113 zone, take it out.
♪
- Um, that narrows us down to six locations.
- All right, send us the addresses,
we'll split it up with the local PD teams.
- I hate to be a buzz kill, guys, but we don't have time.
I'd say you have seven minutes to find the right location,
or Darren's dead.
- Please!
[groans]
- If someone killed my son, I'd be out for blood too.
But you got it wrong.
Darren didn't kill your son--Chris Morgan did.
- That's a lie!
You're trying to trick me!
♪
- Nate and Chris Morgan's wife had an affair.
We know this... because she admitted it to us.
Chris found out and killed him.
- No, no, Darren would've said something.
- Well, he was bought off.
Yeah. Show him the checks.
Take a look at that.
- Chris opened the valve.
- He did.
He did.
And now you're gonna tell me where that tank is.
And I'm gonna promise you that Chris and Darren
are going to be punished to the full extent of the law.
But don't you go out like this, Richard.
- [wheezy sobbing]
Where is it?
- [sobbing]
♪
- There's an old metal plating factory.
It's abandoned, but the steel vats are still there.
Chris Morgan bought this years ago,
but nothing ever came of it.
He had Richard go down and take a look at the structure.
- I just sent you the address.
[siren wailing] - Hold on.
[tires screeching]
♪
- [groaning, gasping]
♪
- FBI! Show me your hands!
- [grunting]
♪
[splashing]
♪
- [gasping, wheezing]
I knew Nate and Victoria had a thing,
but I never thought Chris would hurt her.
- But still, you covered for him.
- Well, Nate's not coming back.
And my daughter needs help.
I needed the money.
Can I see my family now?
- After you talk to the police.
- Police, what--
- Blackmail isn't murder, but it is a crime.
[sirens wailing]
[police radio chatter]
[dramatic music]
♪
[police radio chatter]
- I feel like nobody won today.
- Nate did.
He'll finally get the justice he deserves.
♪
- Hey, brought my nunchucks if there's any trouble.
[background chatter]
["The Argument" by Aidan Hawken]
♪
[no spoken dialogue]
♪ Like I heard
♪ That
♪ Like I heard
♪ That
♪ Place your heart with
♪ Anyone
♪ Place your heart with
♪ Anyone
♪ Don't fear God
♪ Or love
♪ Don't fear God
♪ Or love
♪ And you can say
♪ It's all my fault
♪ Baby, baby
♪ You can say
♪ It's all my fault
♪ Baby, baby
♪ Taste the blood that's in your mouth ♪
♪ Take turns screaming back and forth ♪
♪
- By the way, I meant to tell you, the analysts finished
looking at the letters that Mel sent you.
They don't contain anything that helps us with Legion.
- What did they say?
- They're yours. If you want them, you can have them.
[melancholy music]
- No, you keep them.
♪