Agent Alex Sera 12:35 am I guess they would call this the good part of town. Good in the sense that it's not broken, dirty or ugly. And those guys drive a lot faster than I thought they did. My dad's home is a combination of East and West, retaining those meditative pools with deionized New York water. Exceptionally clean. Koi live in there. My father's office is decorated with portraits of us, our family, places we've been and wish to go. I look so happy. I turn back to Ruilong. "Joining the family business?" I ask her. She smiles. "You didn't, so I guess I have to make up for your failures." "My failures? I don't like the guy." "And that's why you failed. Mama's boy." She giggles. "Dad'll be here soon." I laugh too. "You're not so pretty for me to stop from hitting you." "Yes, I am." She smiles. I think me and her get along best in this family. We call each other every few weeks, I guess. More than I talk to both of my parents. But she failed to mention working for my dad. "Son..." Crap. The big man mob Chinese mafia boss on campus. My father. "Yeah, dad. I'm here on a murder investigation." "There are enough corrupt cops and a few honest ones to tell me that." Paintings. They're giving me a weird, "we're watching you feeling." I pet the steel dragon that he has on his desk. "Dad--" "Have you gone to see Samantha?" "Kind of, but that's--" "Is she well? I hope she's well. She's good for you." Look at this motherf*****. Don't even start, Dad. I mean, he's not a really a motherf*****, since my mom had both me and Rui as the same time, so I guess he's just... a f*****. "That was seven years ago. And I've been meaning to ask you how you screwed that up." "What?" "Did you kill her parents, or have them killed, sabotaged their car?" "No." I can't f****** believe it. He has the guts to tell me no. "Liar. I was there... you asked me--gave someone some kind of order--" I make it very careful not to swear. Very careful. "No. I didn't. You have my word." "She saw your fu--your name, damn it!" "For what? Drug trafficking?" "You killed them!" I can't believe it... only now I realize he's a murderer. My father the murderer, just like he's always been. I push the steel dragon off the desk to the floor. It makes a loud clang, like gongs and horns calling out for war. The men reach for their guns, but family says no, stop, he's one of us. [speaking Chinese] "No. I didn't do anything. Another syndicate..." "What?" "We were good... but they were better." I get up to leave. "Stop wasting my time." "I waste your time... I can help you nail one of the biggest crime bosses on the East Coast. Victor Douglas." "Why, why would he kill a cop?" "For the same reasons I would." "He wasn't on the list." "He's better than us. He got some of my boys to do the job..." "And you knew about all of th--" "That's why they call it FBI... go investigate. But when you're in New York, you'll stay here." So that's three things on my to do list: One, catch motherf***** A, two, catch motherf***** B, and on a more personal note, find out what the hell happened that day and finally make things right between me and Sam. And FBI probably won't send back up.