Supreme nonsense.
Reminded me of that movie, Racer and The Jailbird, with Exarchopoulos and Schoenaerts, where she's a racer and he hijacks trucks, her family's business is about to be taken by nasty rich people, there is Serbian mafia, she gets pregnant and dies from cancer, he goes to jail and there is an afterlife.
This series is such a garden of forking paths, Borges would've been blown away. Eric the puppet steals the show. What with Cumberbatch portraying addiction instead of grief, the detective watching random CCTV tapes and running home to his sick partner, his secretary answering calls and calling him Mikey all the time, mother goes off to have an affair, some shady night club people are involved, traffickers, dirty politicians, must be the laziest kidnapper in the world, keeping the kid behind the door a five-year old can kick open, the homeless epidemic, the 80's NYC, the puppet show and the estranged family. Where is the kid in all of this, I don't even know.
Watched four full episodes. By episode five I just couldn't do it anymore. The character development is so lousy. The junkie who tries to sell the kid to the lamest sex trafficker ever known, is beyond ludicrous. The whole thing is such a lazy writing job, I can't even. The dialogue is copy paste. The characters are so episodic you can never understand why they were shoved into this project at all.
Don't spend it all in one place, Benedict.