02x06 - Legacy

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Commander?

COMMANDER (OVER COMM): Yes?

Keep your guys back, g*ns down.

We don't want to set him off, okay?

Sure.

I'm not talking to cops.

No, you're not. I'm not a cop.

I just sent them away, okay?

Something tells me
this is about your brother A.J.

OLIVER (OVER COMM):
Eric, tactical just confirmed

his brother was a member

of Hell's Infantry.

Southside g*ng.

Hey, back off. Leave.

I'll blow her brains out.

Why would you do that, Danny?
You got nothing against her.

You don't like police.
That's... that's why I'm here.

Leave, dude. I don't know how many times

I'm gonna say it... leave!

Thought you wanted to k*ll a cop.

Just trust me, I'll do it, so leave.

OLIVER: Okay, I got an I.D. on the girl.

Cassie Williams.
He just picked her up randomly.

This kid's improvising all the way.

It's not fair, man!

- They sh*t him for nothing!
- ERIC: I know.

- He was unarmed.
- He was innocent!

That's it, he was unarmed,
just like Cassie there.

That's... that's her name, by the way.

- (CASSIE CRYING)
- A.J. was innocent,

like Cassie. Now, you sh**t her,

you're just like them, wrong.

They got to pay.

Forget them. Think about your mom.

She already lost one son.
She needs you, Danny.

Let the girl go.

(CASSIE CRYING)

Okay. It's okay.

No, Danny.

Danny, put the g*n down, man.

Your mother needs you now more than ever.

(GRUNTS)

Go ahead.

Move! Come on, come on!

Hey.

(SIRENS WAILING)

WOMAN: Yeah, he was his brother.

(QUIET CHATTER)

OLIVER: Nice work.

They would have sh*t him, too.

Feel good to get a win in your hometown?

Ah, it feels good to get a win anywhere.

I guess it feels good
to have you back, too.

- Good to be back.
- (PHONE CHIMES, VIBRATES)

So, deep dish... we doing this or what?

You guys want to do dinner on your own?

Uh... yeah.

- I think we can handle that.
- Hot date?

Something like that.

ERIC: I'm glad you were able

to find the time to make this happen.

You know, I almost didn't.

Patient came in
with two b*ll*ts in his heart.

Well, I take it you took them out.

I wouldn't be drinking
champagne if I didn't.

No. (CHUCKLES)

What about you? Do you have
something to celebrate?

I do, I do. I get to see you. Hi, Mom.

Hi, honey.

Mm, I talked to Evie yesterday.

Sounds like she's doing well.

- She called you?
- She misses her Gran.

Yeah.

Well, she misses you, too.

(SIGHS) I don't know what to do.

I mean, I reach out,
and, you know, nothing.

I'm just the temporary
replacement Beaumont.

This'll pass.

Speaking of children who
push their fathers away,

I take it you don't have
any plans to visit yours?

At least Evie's a teenager.
What's your excuse?

- I have nothing to say to him.
- Well, sure you do.

Right.

Oh, I'm stuffed. Hey...

who suggested we share
a slice of cheesecake?

Who ordered the second piece?

Only 'cause you were buying.

Can you stay the weekend?

Listen, I wish I could,
but I, uh, I have some things

I have to take care of.

(a*t*matic g*nf*re)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Mom?

- I'm fine. I'm fine.
- Okay.

Are you hurt?

No.

All right.

♪ ♪

Are you booked to perform
any surgeries tomorrow?

Maybe you should reschedule and...

Uh, Dr. Beaumont?

Oh, honey, no, I'm fine.

Uh, some of my patients have been

waiting a long time.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Here you go, Mom.

You don't have to fuss over me. I'm fine.

This is more my speed.

You should lighten up, Eric.

Maxine, help yourself.

I'm fine, thank you.

I am so sorry that this happened.

Why? You didn't pull the trigger.

No, but I'm the reason that someone did.

Well, you don't know that.

There are , sh**t
in Chicago each year.

Who knows what half of them are about?

Sure, maybe. But if someone's after me,

I can't risk the safety
of my team or you.

I need to figure out who's behind this...

- Eric, you can't expect me...
- Just...

Just lay low, all right?

Stay in the house, keep the
doors and windows locked.

Promise me.

You're imprisoning me in my own home.

I am ensuring you're safe, Mom.

And who's making sure you're safe?

That would be us.

Fine.

Thank you.

I'm going to go relax... in my cell.

I just got off the phone with Chicago PD.

CCTV footage got a make and model.

But not a plate?

Well, neither did I,
but I did see the g*n,

and it kind of looked... unusual.

Unusual how?

It was a*t*matic, submachine p*stol,

but it was, uh, short.

All stock and no barrel. Stubby.

OLIVER: This one? No.

OLIVER: This one?

ERIC: No. This one?

That's it. That's the one.

Wow. TK .

Not your typical street g*n.

It's actually perfect
for drive-bys because

it's accurate, even when fired
from a high-speed vehicle.

Not this time. You guys
were sitting ducks.

Maybe the gunman was an amateur.

- Or it was a warning sh*t.
- Mm.

You don't think this could be

- Damien Delaine, do you?
- Not a drive-by.

Not Delaine's profile.

Okay, the kid today, you said his brother

- was a member of a g*ng.
- Yeah, Hell's Infantry.

Well, maybe they're angry
that he got arrested.

Well, they do run g*ns.

So, maybe the kid knows someone

who could own something like this.

All right, let's go pay him
a little visit.

Actually, you know what?

I need someone to stay here,
keep an eye on my mom.

It would be my pleasure.

Thanks, Max.

Hey, easy on the Scotch.

(SIREN WAILS)

Eric, drive-by sh**t usually
don't fall under our purview.

You sure you don't want
to let the cops handle this one?

Ah, maybe you're right.
Let's think this through.

I mean, first thing the police will do is

run through hundreds
of our old work files.

Then interview our staff, former clients.

Could call into question
our promises of anonymity.

Between you and me, that guy in Miami

who paid nine mil for his show
poodles needs to be exposed.

Yeah, well, best-case scenario,

months from now, the police
will come up with a short list.

to of the finest felons
from across the globe

that we've managed to “upset.”

By that time, I'll probably be dead,

you and Maxine will be running Cri/Res.

- Yeah.
- On reflection, I think it's best

if you and I whittle through
the list of suspects.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You know that thing you said
at the end about me and Maxine?

Yeah.

- Didn't sound half bad.
- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

I thought you'd like that.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.

Well, no, it's okay.

I was just finishing up.

You meditate?

Oh, - - breathing;
helps keep me centered

and relieves stress.

It's especially nice
after a wee dram of Scotch.

(LAUGHS)

Well, you have had
quite the eventful day.

I locked up all the doors and windows.

You Fort Knoxed me.

(CHUCKLES) I certainly have.

Your son's orders.

Ah.

Eric is very protective of me.

I divorced his father when he was .

It was messy.

That must have been hard on him.

He never complained, always pitched in,

even did most of the cooking.

Really? (CHUCKLES)

Kept him busy when his father moved out.

So, he used cooking as therapy.

Or survival. I'm a terrible cook.

(LAUGHS)

(PHONE CHIMING)

Is... is everything okay?

Uh, I know what this is.

This is just somebody
who needs a second opinion.

Do you need to go to the hospital?

No, I just need to look
at some imaging on my laptop.

- Excuse me.
- (PHONE BEEPS)

Annette Beaumont.

Why should I help you guys?

We're not asking you to rat, Danny.

But Hell's Infantry run g*ns
in Chicago, correct?

No, they don't.

And I'm not even a full member,

so I don't know anything about that.

You're not. But if you were?

But I-I don't. I'm not.

Okay. I don't.

Listen, I'm sorry about your brother A.J.

You're sorry?

Yeah, right.

I know the D.A.

I can make sure that
she investigates his death.

You do want justice
for your brother, right?

Why would I believe you?
You said there was no cops.

- No, I said that...
- Yes, you did.

I said that I sent them away,
and I did, to save your life.

I can help you, Danny.

Nah. I-I'm good.
I don't need your kind of help.

I can testify on your behalf,

at your sentencing,
that you gave the hostage up

of your own accord and that you helped us

with this other matter.

- It's a TK .
- Ah, you know it.

Who'd have a g*n like that?

Salazars.

- The Salazars?
- Yeah.

The crime family?

Why would they want to k*ll me?

Well, maybe they met you.

♪ ♪

You're getting weaker by the minute.

If you don't get the surgery

immediately, Victor, you won't survive.

Doc, I k*lled the last guy
who called me weak.

CARMEN: Don't worry, mi amor.

Everything is arranged. Right?

Just a few details left.

VICTOR: Rafael, Juan.

I'm so proud of you.

Pop, look, the doc says we do this,

you're gonna live
a long and healthy life.

Rafael.

I want you to know
that if I don't make it,

I'll rest in peace knowing the
family will be in your hands.

Juan, you always know
what to do in a crisis.

You'll be Rafael's second in command.

We got to go.

Te quiero mucho, Pa.

Papa.

MAXINE: What do you know about him?

Growing up in Chicago,

the stories of Victor Salazar
were legendary.

He buried a lot of bodies.

Well, he's been in hiding

for the past nine months,

ever since a former member gave
the DEA evidence to arrest him.

- But he's still in charge?
- MAXINE: Yeah, through his sons.

There's four of them, right?

Two are still alive, Rafael and Juan.

Juan is your typical muscle,

in and out of prison his whole life.

Rafael went to college.

- Got himself an economics degree.
- Now that's a real wise guy.

Now, hang on.
Zara just sent through intel

- from her Chicago PD contact.
- No.

Didn't her baby doctor
put her on bed rest?

She needs the distraction.

One sec.

This is interesting. Rumor has it,

Victor has a life-threatening
heart condition.

He needs two stents inserted

and an aortic valve replaced,

but he's too fragile

for open-heart surgery.

My mother is one of the few surgeons

who can perform transcatheter
aortic valve implantations.

It's a substitute for open-heart
surgery in high-risk patients.

Which means the warning sh*t at
the restaurant wasn't for you.

(GASPS)

It was for my mom. Maxine.

I'll get her.

Annette?

Annette?

Annette?

Hey, Annette?

Maxine?

Eric, she's gone.

ANNETTE: You've reached the voice mail

of Dr. Annette Beaumont.

- Please leave a message.
- Still straight to voice mail.

No sign of struggle or forced entry.

No, she left her wallet.
That is not like her.

I'm sorry, Eric. I locked everything up.

Hey, it's my fault.
I shouldn't have left her.

I called all the numbers you gave me,

including the hospitals.

No one's seen her. I left messages.

Oh, we know who has her. The Salazars.

Let's find out where they live.

Do you think the Salazars
took your mother

- to operate on Victor?
- Absolutely.

We don't know that for sure.
You have a better idea?

Okay, so we go to their home and what?

- Maybe she's there.
- And if she's not?

Like you said,
bodies buried all over Chicago.

Victor is in hiding.

If my mother sees him,
that makes her a witness.

The Salazars don't strike me
as people who like loose ends.

Got a hit on their place.

- Let's go.
- Eric.

What's the plan again?

TBD.

Testing.

- Testing.
- Copy, Oliver.

(BEEP)

GUARD (OVER INTERCOM): Yes?

Hello. My name is Eric Beaumont.

Juan and Rafael Salazar
have taken my mother.

If they don't want their home
surrounded by cops,

- they will talk to me.
- (SIGHS)

(GATE BUZZES, CLICKS)

Thank you.

I'm guessing they're not
a fan of pop-in visits.

_

Okay, we're not armed.
We're here to talk...

_

_

(ERIC SPEAKS SPANISH)
I need to speak with Rafael and Juan.

(GASPS)

Definitely not fans of the pop-in.

Move.

Speak.

I would like to see my mother,
Dr. Beaumont.

Corner pocket. What was that?

Which part didn't you understand?

You've taken my mother.
I'd like to see her.

Oh, you're mistaken.

We've taken no one.

So see yourselves out.

Pitch and latency are inconsistent.

I can't tell if he's lying.

Hey, take your time.

We're in no rush.

You're very quiet.

Rafael, nothing to add?

I'd listen to my brother if I were you.

He's got a short fuse.

You're bad luck.

Look, we only want a moment
of your time. Juan, right?

I understand that you're
worried about your father.

You both are.

Max, that's a hot spot.

- I didn't know we had company.
- Well, they're not staying.

OLIVER: That's Carmen Salazar,

Victor's latest wife.

years old. Married six years.

We're sorry to hear about

your husband's heart condition, Carmen.

However, you should feel confident

that his odds of survival are very high

with my mother performing the procedure.

CARMEN: I don't know who you are
or what you're talking about.

Victor disappeared in
Mexico nine months ago.

- Yeah, we haven't heard from him.
- We're all terribly worried.

Well, he may be in Mexico,

but his surgeon's obviously in Chicago.

I'm gonna say this one last time.

We didn't take your mother.

Look, I'm sorry that we couldn't be

of any more help, Mr. Beaumont.

Before we leave,

I need to know that
she's gonna be safely returned.

You know, if your mother
is as good a surgeon

as you say she is,
I'm sure you'll see her again.

OLIVER: Clear voice, eye contact.

I think he's telling the truth.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Oh, I would answer that if I were you.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Hello?

- ANNETTE: Eric. Hello?
- Mom.

Eric, stay out of this.

- Mom, where are you?
- ANNETTE: I'm fine.

Don't worry about me. I can handle this.

They are members of
a major drug syndicate.

You can't trust anything they say.

It's just another operation.

Really? And after?

After? We'll have dinner.

You do anything to my mother...

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- What are you gonna do?
- Nothing.

You let her go after the surgery,

and we'll do exactly that, nothing.

We were just leaving.

Sure.

My mother's not trying
to save Victor's life,

she's trying to save mine.

So they... so they sh*t
at you to get her to cave.

And now she is caving.

Well, maybe she's right, Eric.

She'll do the operation
and they'll let her go.

You expect me to trust

one of the most notorious
crime families in Chicago?

I don't think so.

What if Victor Salazar dies?

(EXHALES)

I think Carmen might be having an affair.

How do you figure that?

Well, she was drinking cranberry juice.

OLIVER: Yeah, probably with
a splash of vodka in it.

No, like, pure cranberry juice,

like to treat, um, a UTI.

You know, a-a urinary tract infection.

I know what a UTI is.

Okay, well, it's common when you start

having sex with somebody new.

Pure cranberry juice is
a common cure for it.

Where do we think
they're doing the surgery?

Maybe your mother's hospital?

No. There's no way those two
are letting their father

enter a hospital.
The FBI would be all over it.

MAXINE: Well, if it's offsite,

they would need
special medical equipment.

And medication.

Maybe that's the way to track them down.

We need an expert, someone who would know

where they might've
sourced stuff like that.

- I know someone.
- Who?

Don't ask.

♪ ♪

Eric.

Hey, Dad.

Uh... (SIGHS)

PHILLIP: If you ask me,

you need to call the cops.

Yeah, I didn't come here
for a second opinion.

Your mother's life is at risk.

Thank you. Now let's get to the point.

I need to know who bought the
equipment needed to perform

a TAVI procedure, and where
they had it shipped, that's all.

Yeah, I haven't been
a surgeon for two years.

You still have your contacts.

(OVEN BELL DINGS)

Since when do you bake?

Oh, one of the, uh, grandkids
has a cookie sale tomorrow.

Look...

I know I wasn't the greatest dad,

especially after the divorce.

But I've been reaching out
for a long time now.

Always to no response.

Well, you were never interested
in hanging out with me then.

- Why start now?
- That's not fair.

Fair? Really?

You cheated on Mom, you abandoned us.

I don't want to see you,
I don't want to talk to you,

I don't even want to be here.

Hey, you're free to go.

I need your help to save Mom's life.

Can you, can you do that?

Can you, can you help her, for once?

Well, wouldn't be the first time.

I'm sorry, what?

You know, what happened was our fault,

mine and your mother's.

Mom's fault? That's... oh, that's rich.

Oh, you think you know
everything, but you don't.

I wasn't the only one who made a mistake.

She didn't destroy our family.

Your mother had an affair.

And it wasn't just an affair.

She fell in love. You remember Dr. Katz?

He used to come over for dinner here?

I only found out about it
after he ended it

and she became depressed.

That isn't true.

I... said that I would forgive
her, and I tried, I did.

But it's easier said than done.

And once she did it, I did it.

I had my fling, and...

then things fell apart.

I'm...

I'm sorry.

She did it first?

That's not my point.

We were both wrong.

Why didn't you tell me?

We didn't want you to hate both of us.

But it was the truth.

Yeah, well...

sometimes there's too much truth
in this world...

and not enough understanding.

(DIALING)

Yes, hello. This is Phillip.

May I speak with Dr. Fletcher, please?

♪ ♪

How much longer till you're ready?

She's stalling.

Get me a proper surgical team,
and it'll go quicker.

He should be in a hospital.

You already said that. Repeatedly.

I can't vouch for
the sterility of this place.

Why don't you

quit your bitching,

and get on with it?

Do you want it done fast,
or do you want it done right?

No, we want it done right,
because if my father dies,

so will your son.

All right. Understood.

Okay. Ready. Go ahead.

ERIC: My father called his contacts

in the medical supply business.
Equipment for this type

of surgery was shipped to a GP,
a Dr. Dahlstrom, two days ago.

I'm gonna send it over to you,

but the address is
South Columbus Drive.

Got it. We're on our way.

- You know...
- (CAMERA CLICKS)

there-there is something
odd on that list.

- (CAR ALARM CHIRPS)
- MAXINE: Dr. Dahlstrom?

Yes?

Oliver Yates, Maxine Carlson,
Crisis Resolution.

MAXINE: Can you explain
why a family doctor

such as yourself is in need
of equipment to perform

a transcatheter
aortic valve implantation?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Really? You don't recall equipment

showing up at your clinic two days ago?

No. Must be a mistake.

Sorry, Dr. Dahlstrom, but you're lying.

(SIGHS)

How much are the Salazars paying you?

You got the wrong guy.

MAXINE: Just tell us
where they're operating

on Victor Salazar.

A surgeon, a doctor just like you,

is being forced to operate.

They're threatening to k*ll her son.

I still don't know
what you're talking about.

Or we could call the FBI,

- have them ask you.
- Mm-hmm.

MAXINE: They're dying to know
where Victor Salazar is.

Of course, then his sons would be angry.

(SIGHS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

PHILLIP: Well, this is

all the right equipment your mom
needs to perform the surgery,

along with all the right meds.

But?

Who ordered these two dr*gs?

See, at low doses,
potassium chloride is used

to treat an electrolyte imbalance.

But it's also found in lethal
injections used in executions.

And digoxin is used

to treat arrhythmia, but in someone

with a more serious cardiac history...

So neither of these are needed
in Victor's surgery?

Either can induce heart failure.

And taken together... I don't get it.

I thought they were trying
to save their father's life.

(PHONE RINGING)

ERIC: Yeah.

Got a location for the surgery site.

Okay, good. You guys head there now.

Where are you going?

I got to pick up

some cranberry juice.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

It's good to see you again, Mrs. Salazar.

Wish I could say the same.

Juan and Rafael aren't here, so...

Oh, that-that's perfect.

I came to see you.

You should know that someone is
trying to k*ll your husband.

(CHUCKLES)
Many people want to k*ll Victor:

police, rivals, his first wife.

One of his sons?

Juan and Rafael are devoted
to their father.

And how do they feel about you?

You grew up poor in
Jacksonville, family struggled.

Now look at you. I mean, you're...

living in the lap of luxury.

What is your point, Mr. Beaumont?

Well, if Victor dies,
one of the sons takes over.

Where does that leave you?

That is none of your concern.

But it is yours.

I mean, this family
is all about bloodlines.

You don't really want to rely
on their generosity, do you?

- I will be fine, thanks.
- You're having an affair.

Is it Juan or Rafael?

One of them ordered dr*gs to k*ll Victor.

You don't want to be
responsible for his death,

now, do you?

I love my husband.

Then help me save him.

Who ordered these medical supplies?

Look, I don't care
about what you're doing.

I just want to save my mother.

Juan has always been
jealous of his brother.

Juan.

Then I better stop him.

Victor means everything to me.

Of course he does.

OLIVER: So this, uh,

cranberry juice.

You ever, you know, for the, uh...

Maybe.

- Like, a recently, maybe?
- What are you getting at?

Nothing, just...

uh, asking about, you know,
your romantic situation.

How's Maisie?

Well, Maisie,

that... (CHUCKLES) that didn't end well.

Oh. Sorry.

No, it's fine.

Just, uh, you know, wasn't meant to be.

Yeah? How come?

I think she sensed
that there was someone else.

Um, is there?

- Is there what?
- Someone else.

Well, it's too early to tell.

Is that right?

(PHONE RINGS, BEEPS)

Hey. Uh, go ahead, Eric.

ERIC: Got eyes on the warehouse?

- Yeah, we do.
- ERIC: One of the brothers is

about to get a call from Carmen;
I need to know which one,

because he's arranging for
Victor to die during surgery.

I don't get it.
Why go through all this trouble?

Why not just k*ll Victor?

Yeah, and then the sons could take over.

Well, because only one of the brothers

is behind this; this is a power struggle.

Right, and the one brother
has to hide the m*rder

- from the other sibling.
- Yeah, but which one?

Well, which brother did Carmen call?

Well, looks like it's college boy.

Rafael.

She told me it was Juan.

So she's either calling Rafael
to tell him to stop his brother

or she is in on it with Rafael
and she's warning him.

So you think she's having
the affair with Rafael?

That's what we need to confirm.

I'm on my way.

(MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY)

ANNETTE: Procedure was a success.

- He should be up and moving tomorrow.
- So it's done?

I just need to seal the
femoral artery puncture.

- (MONITOR ALARM BEEPING)
- Dr. Beaumont.

Pressure is dropping. / .

That doesn't make sense.

Still dropping. / .

What's that noise?

If he dies, so do you.

Come on. Yeah.

ANNETTE: Epinephrine. Got it. / .

Vasopressin units.

This shouldn't be happening.
It doesn't make sense.

Yeah, so fix it!

What's going on?

- It's Pop. He's dying.
- What did she do?

I did everything right.
There's another issue here.

- Yeah, what is it?
- Do something!

- He's going into V-tach.
- (MONITOR ALARM BEEPING)

Prepare to defibrillate.

Coming in.

Pushing epi.

Still in V-fib.

I haven't seen your mother yet.
She must still be inside.

Something is happening, though.

Rafael and some guards just ran back in.

Probably means the dr*gs are
working and Victor's dying.

Hey, hey. I got this. She's my mother.

Exactly. That's why you're
not going in there alone.

All right, let's go.

Charge. joules.

. Clear?

- NURSE: Clear.
- Clear.

Still in V-fib.

- .
- . Clear?

- Clear.
- Clear.

- Mom, Mom! Stop.
- Hey!

- ANNETTE: Eric.
- Get out!

Someone gave Victor
potassium chloride and digoxin.

What? How?

I don't...

Someone contaminated the saline.

Fresh bag. Fast.

- Don't touch him.
- Not another step!

These dr*gs will k*ll him.

If she doesn't help him,
your father's gonna die.

But that's what one of you wants.

Who ordered the dr*gs for the
surgery? Was it you, Juan?

- What are you talking about?
- Eyes aren't darting or blinking.

Looks more confused than culpable.

Doubt it's Juan.

Okay. I'm gonna... I'm gonna
pull a list of dr*gs

that were ordered out of my pocket.

Two of them,
potassium chloride and digoxin,

actually induce heart failure.

That's exactly
what's happening right now.

But I won't help your
father if you k*ll my son.

So who spiked your father's meds

with something that could k*ll him?

He's a liar, Juan. sh**t him.

OLIVER: Looks like it's Rafael.

What did you do?

You better calm him

before he starts f*ring.

All right, let's-let's...
let's talk this through, okay?

It's a trick.

She did it.

Why? Why?!

Because Rafael wants
to m*rder your father

and disguise it as an operation gone bad

so he can be with Carmen.

That's crazy.

If I'm going to save your
father, it needs to be now.

You'll do nothing.

No, wait!

- (GROANS)
- ERIC: Whoa, whoa, whoa, no.

No, don't. You want your father to live?

You let your brother live.

Let Rafael and Carmen go safely,

and my mother will save your father.

- Doesn't deserve it.
- Do it for your dad.

(GROANS)

You go.

I don't ever want to see

your face in this country again,
'cause you are dead

to this family. You understand me?

Please. Please, save my dad.

Don't worry. Keep pressure on his wound.

Run a fresh line. Flush it.

(GRUNTS)

An amp of bicarb.

(ALARM STOPS)

- What's that?
- He's got a pulse.

(SIGHS)

NURSE: BP is rising.

/ . / .

He's stabilizing.

And now to treat the brother.

Yeah. Well, good work.

If the cops ever find out
where my father is...

Okay, this never happened.

Gracias.

Damn, you Beaumonts like to stir it up.

You did great in there.

Thanks, Yates. I was terrified.

You should've told me what happened.

I was trying

to protect you.

Maybe it's time to stop.

Dad told me about what happened.

You spoke to your father?

He told me everything.

Everything?

About the affair?

(SIGHS): Oh, Eric, I'm sorry.

I should've told you years ago.

Yeah. Yeah, you should have.

You said it yourself, I pushed
him away for most of my life.

Well, I tried to convince you
to go see him.

You could've seen him at any time.

No, not without knowing the truth, Mom.

Well, I guess your mother's
not perfect after all.

It's kind of a relief.

(SIGHS)

Rafael and Carmen have a lot of secrets.

Made a big, ol' mess.

Actually got me thinking about
our conversation before.

Maybe actually should...

Uh, that was...

that was really intense in there.

Yeah.

You know...

I look at Eric and
I wonder how he handles it.

His-his mom in danger, Evie, Nathalie.

I don't know if I could cope...

“What's she like, Oliver”"
What, Max? Sorry?

My secret crush?

Oh, so happy you asked.

Well, she's smart

and funny and super chill,

and she looks great in a pair of jeans

and curses like a sailor.

She's basically the whole package.

But most importantly...

...she's kind...

and generous.

And she makes it really hard
for me to do my job,

because I can't take my eyes off her.

We've been dancing
around this for months.

After today, I...

(PHONE RINGING, VIBRATING)

(SIGHS)

Hi, Eric.

ERIC: Hey, Max.
I'd like to debrief right away.

Are you close?

Pretty close. Yeah.

Have you seen Oliver?

I could probably find him.

Okay, meet me in the lobby in .

We'll talk over dinner.

- I'm buying.
- Great. See you then.

- Does he have a camera in here?
- (LAUGHS)

Can he hear us? Can he see us?

(LAUGHS) Oh.

We could never hide this from him.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Eric.

Your mom, is she...?

She's okay.

Thank you.

She says to thank you, too.

I was just watching the game.
Did you want to come in?

Dad, I've been thinking, maybe...

I don't need you to forgive me.

I'd settle for you just
letting me back into your life.

Who's playing?

You want a beer?

You got any of those cookies left?