- Previously on "The Rookie"... - I-I think I have a lead on Rosalind.
The forensic linguistics are a match to Rosalind Dyer.
Hello, John.
Coming back to L.A. was a bad move.
This wasn't all you. You had help.
Another acolyte.
Exactly what kind of sicko are we dealing with here?
Killers like this, they don't stop.
We got a name out of Denver Sanitation... Jeffrey Boyle.
He was very excited when I pitched him the idea.
He loved the artistry of it.
Yes. This is Officer John Nolan.
I have Rosalind Dyer in custody.
Do you think she did this on purpose?
All that means is that we can focus on catching her accomplice
before he kills anyone else.
Here comes the feds to help.
Serial killer Rosalind Dyer is dead,
fatally shot earlier today by an unknown accomplice
after she was apprehended by the LAPD.
We can confirm that Rosalind Dyer was killed today
by a sniper's bullet we believe was fired by this man.
Now, we do not know yet his true identity,
but he has been operating locally
under the alias Jeffrey Boyle.
In addition to assisting Rosalind Dyer in this morning's
attempted murder of firefighter Bailey Nune,
we believe that Boyle is responsible
for at least three other, unrelated murders.
So we're asking anyone with information to please call 911
or the FBI tip line.
But be mindful... This is an extremely dangerous man.
I don't get it.
Rosalind busted out of prison.
She could be on a beach,
having umbrella drinks for the rest of her life.
Instead, she plans her own murder.
It's fascinating, really... You know, on a clinical level.
The most extreme case of a manipulative,
narcissistic psychopath I've ever seen,
controlling everything down to the way she died.
Okay. So, what are the odds our guy is both an evil genius
and an expert sniper?
Not out of the question, but it is unlikely.
I don't get a former-military vibe off of him.
You know, I played a sniper once in a video-game adaptation.
On a shot over 100 yards, the math you have to do
to calculate the windage and elevation is a bitch.
I would have shot from over here.
Why?
Good cover. Close to the canyon gate.
Pull the trigger and you're gone.
What the hell?
What is it?
W... A tiny little mask.
Like the ones doctors used to wear during the bubonic plague.
LAPD found one of those masks in Boyle's workshop.
What's with the beak?
They filled it with herbs to purify the air,
prevent contagion... Like an early gas mask.
So he left that here for us to find.
He wanted us to find it. But w-why would he do that?
The black death decimated Europe.
Almost half the population perished.
It's his way of telling us... more death is coming.
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I know we had a deal, but... Please.
I don't need a lecture right now.
We need to catch this guy before he kills somebody else.
Evelyn, I'm sorry. I have to go.
- Everything all right? - Yes.
Okay. That's a lie.
Carter, I need everyone at their best for this one,
so if there's something going on...
It's my day to pick up my son.
Evelyn and I are...
I'm sorry, Carter. Listen.
I've been in your shoes... Divorced three times.
So if you're wondering what to do or how to feel
or even the name of a good divorce lawyer,
you hit me up, huh?
- Thanks. - Good.
Hey. So, uh, what's the plan, boss?
Well, by now, Jeffrey Boyle has changed his appearance
and gone to ground, so question is
does he stay local or hit the road?
Given the Denver case the LAPD found,
I say he hits the road. I mean, he's a traveler by nature.
I agree.
Did you hear that?
We should divide and conquer. I'm interested in the victim
LAPD pulled out of Boyle's practice trap.
M.E. has her on the table right now.
Good. Hit the morgue.
We need to get an I.D. on that woman fast,
find out whether she was yanked off the street
or if this guy seduces his victims.
And if it's the latter, then maybe he screwed up
and left a clue behind that we can follow.
Now, Laura, what do you want to do?
A deep dive into the trap he built for Bailey.
I want to get a sense of his skill level, his artistry.
My instinct is that he defines himself by the way he kills.
That's how we're gonna catch him.
Great. Do it. I'll call D.C. and get additional resources.
We're gonna need them.
Can I drive?
Of course not.
You work a serial killer case before?
Worked three, solved two.
The third?
I'll tell you about it sometime if you never want to sleep again.
Before we go in, best prepare.
I've seen my share of dead bodies. I'm good.
How about the smell of one... Or several?
You ever smelled the inside of a locker room
after football practice on a hot day?
Simone.
I'm good.
Sweet Jesus, take me now.
Hey.
Dr. Song, we spoke on the phone.
I'm Special Agent Hope. This is Special Agent Clark.
Yes. I just completed our Jane Doe autopsy.
Our vic was found with water in her lungs
and electrical burns on her lower extremities.
Were you able to pull prints?
No. She was in the water too long.
Her skin has lost all elasticity.
She basically fell apart on my table.
How is her face still intact?
Ah. Postmortem gas releasing made her buoyant.
She was floating face up.
Hey, it's okay if you need to step outside.
No, no. I'm staying right here.
And I'm gonna be strong for her so we can catch who did this.
Is that a tattoo on her neck?
Yes.
The heart could indicate a loved one,
but Q is not a common letter for a name.
Wait. Queen of Hearts Car Club.
That tattoo... is their logo.
I can't believe you got Bailey out in time.
Uh, technically, we didn't.
She was dead when we pulled her out,
- but Chen saved her. - Hmm.
What does the intricacy of this indicate to you?
Well, it must have taken weeks to put together.
I mean, he planned this for a long time.
Yeah. Guy's organized, not spontaneous.
Enjoys the prelude, sense of control,
watching his victims come face-to-face with their fate,
feeling that dread and anticipation.
What? Not a fan of profiling?
No offense, but in my experience
the best way to catch a killer is with evidence, witnesses,
and good old fashioned police work,
not speculation on what messed him up as a child.
You're telling me that you're not the man you are
because of what happened to you as a kid?
Huh.
"Huh" what?
Well, it's just fascinating.
What is?
The construction on this trap shows exceptional metalwork skill.
But the welding pattern here around the window
has no functionality. It's completely decorative.
Which means our subject took pride in building this on a design level.
So he enjoyed the making almost as much as the killing.
Exactly.
We just need to figure out how that helps us catch him.
I wish I could tell you that you get used to it,
but the bad ones...
they'll always be there when you close your eyes.
I know.
I lost a dozen kids when I was a counselor.
Drugs, homicides, suicides.
One of my girls was abducted.
Renata Sams.
D.C. police had no leads, so they barely worked the case.
That baby didn't even get a mention on the local news.
Wrong skin tone for prime time.
Her remains were discovered about two months later.
That's it. I mean, the case is still unsolved.
The investigation just ended.
She's just a case file in the damn basement.
Okay. We got a hit on our Jane Doe.
Local chapter of the Queen of Hearts Car Club
identify her as Sadie Frank.
It's the nightmare you always have.
Sadie and I made a pact when we moved in together.
Two single girls in L.A. We always texted if we were gonna be out late.
So when I did hear from her, I didn't...
Look, I know this is a lot.
And my heart breaks for you.
But you need to be strong for your girl right now.
Have you ever seen this man before?
That's Jeff. Sadie met him at the university library.
He did this?
Did she say anything about him?
Yeah. Just that he was nice.
Um, they both geeked out over Gothic architecture.
Sounds like she really liked this guy.
She did.
- So you met him. - Once.
- I mean, he came over for dinner. - Really?
Do you remember anything he said or did that night?
Did he say where he lived?
I was in my room studying. I only saw him for like a minute.
I just remember how happy Sadie was
because he had given her some rare book on an artist that she liked.
Did she keep the book?
Uh, yeah. It's on her night table.
Based on what we know so far, Jeffrey Boyle is precise,
methodical, a planner who takes pride in his creations.
His M.O. has remained consistent so far.
All of his known victims have died from drowning,
which is a slow death that he revels in.
He relishes control,
which is often a sign that our subject feels he lacks control
of his own life.
Or he's just a show-off.
I mean, this is a hell of a complicated way to kill someone.
Guy's arrogant. Ego-driven. A grandstander.
Hi.
Hi. What are you doing here?
D.C. sent me. You didn't... know.
Uh, pardon the interruption. Agent Stensen, please continue.
- Who is that? - Mark Atlas.
Laura's partner before she got kicked out of the BSU.
Mm.
An apparatus this sophisticated...
It's clear our subject has been honing his skills
since long before he met up with Rosalind.
But getting an apprenticeship...
That indicates someone who has a strong desire for approval.
Or he linked up with Rosalind to test himself against the best.
The ultimate way to prove that... Kill the queen and take her crown.
Or he was exorcising demons from his past,
craved acclaim from a senior figure in his life.
Not everyone was made into a monster by someone.
Not everyone was born that way.
Either they're gonna fight or...
If the best predictor of future behavior is past behavior,
then it's reasonable to assume our subject will strike again.
He's not a loner. He craves a connection.
He likes to show off.
The ironwork he did on the trap was ornamental.
And the plague doctor mask he left behind
exhibits almost a sense of whimsy.
This indicates someone
who doesn't just see his skills as a means to an end
but rather the ability to express himself.
Um, if you're looking for copper to steal,
I saw some a ways back.
Oh, no.
I'm an artist,
so I use the scrap as materials for my sculpture.
Like John Chamberlain?
Or more figurative stuff, like Stankiewicz?
Um, I'm an artist, too.
I like to think of my work as more elemental.
I love what the most primal forces on earth...
You know, heat, water, cold... They do to things.
How they change them, test them,
forge them into something new.
I'm sorry. Am I being pretentious?
Uh, a little.
Um, I'm, uh... I'm Mia, by the way.
Love that name. I'm Owen.
So, what kind of artist are you?
Oh. Um, I draw.
Mostly, um, representational.
Very nice.
I guess we both search for truth and the sublime in a disaster.
Wow. And I'm pretentious?
You know, there is a gnarly semitruck wreck back that way
if you want to check it out.
I thought you'd never ask.
Come on.
How can you just waltz in here
and contradict me like that in front of everyone?
I'm so sorry. I honestly thought you knew I was coming.
I'm still finding my footing here.
The last thing I need is you undermining me.
I would never undermine you. I'm too scared of your mad face.
See? I do miss it, though.
- Yeah. I'm sure you do. - Hey.
Hey.
You carried a box out of your office and never looked back.
Never returned my phone calls.
I'm sorry.
I just needed a... clean break after everything.
Yeah.
Heard you got promoted.
I did.
Hmm. Well, you know you only got bumped up because I left.
All right. Yeah. Keep telling yourself that.
- You got a new partner? - Not yet.
Everyone else suffers in comparison.
So, the lab pulled prints
off the book Simone and Carter brought in.
We finally have our subject's real name... Eli Reynolds.
Born and raised outside of Denver.
So tell me, either of you, what are the odds he went back home?
After you.
Oh, no. You first. I insist.
Why, thank you. I'd say the odds are 50-50.
But even if he's not there, we'll gain crucial knowledge
about his development that will help us catch him.
- Good. Laura. - Yeah.
What is that saying about a stopped clock being right
- twice a day? - That's the spirit.
Denver it is. Wheels up in 30.
Eli Reynolds hasn't filed a tax return in 10 years.
He has zero Internet presence.
Well, he abandoned his old life, but why?
We need to figure out what made him who he is today.
Or... Or we recognize that it's more likely
our subject was born with a brain
predisposed to narcissistic sociopathy.
- Ticking time bomb. - Waiting for his fuse to be lit.
Not every sociopath is a murderer.
Boom.
Because a ton of kids came through my office,
and none of them turned out serial killers.
- That you know of. - Answer me this, Simone.
Were any of them sadists, with antisocial
or borderline personality disorders?
- That's not the point, Mark. - Sure it is, Laura.
Every serial killer has a different
psychological diagnosis, and nailing it down...
Doesn't help us catch our subject.
You're wrong, as usual.
- Mm, no, I'm not. - Oh, really?
Should we revisit the Shallow Grave Killer...
- Who I caught? - Okay. Enough.
My goodness. The two of you, you're like my sisters.
And when we land, Carter, Brendon, Atlas,
you will pay Eli's father a visit.
Laura, you take Simone to do
her "League of Extraordinary Guidance Counselors" thing.
We will look at this man's childhood
from two different angles, okay?
Works for me.
May the best theory win.
Oh, it will.
Yeah, it seems like Laura's fitting in nicely
- at the L.A. field office. - Like a glove.
How's L.A. treating her? She settling in?
She making friends? She dating?
- Actually, she's, uh... Oh. - Go around back...
...in case he's inside and tries to rabbit.
Yeah. Sure.
- What? - Josh Reynolds?
Yeah. Who are you?
Special Agent Hope, FBI. This is Special Agent Atlas.
We're here about your son, Eli.
Is he in the house?
No. Why?
He's wanted for multiple homicides.
Invite us in.
You mind if we take a look around, confirm he's not here?
You got a warrant?
I can get one.
Go ahead.
You know, you're wrong about Eli.
The kid's not a killer.
Have you spoken to your son recently?
Uh, months ago. Just small talk.
He was back East somewhere.
Back East where?
I don't know.
Look, he left home at 19. We haven't talked much since.
- Why is that? - I'm his father, not his best friend.
Mr. Reynolds, these accusations against your son are serious.
If you know anything you're not telling us, we need to know.
I'd like to help you, but... I can't.
I remember Eli.
He was, uh, troubled.
- Troubled how? - Oh, you know, the usual...
Problems at home, acting out in school.
Maybe...
Maybe I could have done more to help him back then.
Look, I feel you.
We only get these kids for four years.
I mean, there's only so much you can do.
What kind of problems was Eli having at home?
Abuse?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe.
Well, not maybe.
It says you called social services.
Clearly you thought something was going on.
Well, there were signs of malnourishment.
I thought I saw some burns.
Social services took a look, and they didn't do anything.
What did Eli say to you about the abuse?
Uh... not much.
Mnh-mnh. I take back what I said.
You failed this kid,
and now he's out there torturing people to death.
You will tell us everything you know
or I will make it my mission
to see that you are legally charged for what you did.
He told me his father wanted to make him tougher...
that he held him underwater to test his endurance.
Hey.
Are you still at the dad's house?
No. We just left. Why?
Eli's father abused him as a child.
He's re-creating what he survived.
We're going back. The dad's lying.
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Stop what you're doing.
Put your hands up! Hey! Stop!
Put your hands up! Drop the box!
Okay, okay, okay. You guys are so serious.
Hands behind your back.
Burning evidence, trying to destroy everything
that could prove your son's pathology...
That screams accomplice.
You're looking at life without the possibility of parole here.
Eli left home at 19.
I had jack-all to do with it, okay?
So why were you burning his stuff?
Because I knew you guys would try to blame me.
You're damn right.
You abused your son. You tortured him.
Eli was born soft.
I just tried to give him strength and some backbone.
Tried to make him feel like a man.
You made him into a killer.
Where is he now?
I told you. I don't know.
I don't believe you. You need to tell us where he is.
Man.
I'm done talking. I want a lawyer.
It was great talking to you guys.
All right. So he tested Eli's endurance.
And then Eli follows, tests his victims' endurance
by putting them in these boxes.
But... what if torture is like a twisted way
to get to know his victims?
You know, he wants them to feel the way he feels,
suffer the way he suffers so they understand him.
Nobody wants to go through life feeling alone.
That's interesting.
Denver forensics found a pay-as-you-go phone
at the bottom of the barbecue.
Oh. It's a burner phone.
Literally.
Sorry.
Given Eli's profile, it makes sense
he'd try to keep in contact with his father,
prove his worthiness.
Yeah, so if the lab can resurrect it,
it might get us Eli's location.
You think he's in town?
I think we need to wait and see what this phone says.
So we are all spending the night... the FBI way.
Do I want to know what the FBI way is?
- Two to a room. - In the cheapest motel in town.
We're bunkin' up.
Your theory about the subject
testing the endurance of the victims was spot on.
You study behavioral psychology?
Uh, no.
No. I was an actor.
- Really? - Really.
- Wow. - Yeah.
I mean, you could... you could be Tom Cruise for all I know.
I mostly watch baseball.
- No... No offense. - No. None taken.
I appreciate the positive feedback.
You know, I-I don't get a lot here
between being a rookie, an ex-actor.
Doesn't happen a lot. So thank you.
Make them respect what you bring to the table.
I mean, actors have to be intuitive, right?
Create backstories to embody a character.
That's basically what good profilers do.
So you're already ahead of the game.
Laura is a tough nut to crack.
Took me two months just to get a-a laugh out of her.
But, you know, when you let her get to know your worth,
she'll... still definitely be super hard on you,
but you'll have her respect.
I raided the vending machine.
What? No Flaming Hot Cheetos?
You don't need them,
with all that heat between you and Atlas.
What? I-I don't know what you're talking about.
I've been around horny teenagers for the last 20 years.
My chemistry detector is on point.
You know, I also... I vomit every time I see blood,
s-so there's... there's that, too.
Laura says it's an aversion reaction
to being covered in stage blood for so many years, but, uh...
You ever tried B-MAC?
The hamburger?
Broad minded affective coping.
It's a way to trick the brain.
Think of something that makes you happy.
Quick. First thing that comes to mind. Come on.
Sink puppies.
Dude, what?
Sink puppies.
When I was a kid, I had a dog who had 10 puppies,
and, uh, we wanted to get, like, a really cute picture of them,
so we... We put them in the sink.
And... And I just remember their, like,
big eyes and the floppy ears looking up at us.
It's just a big bowl of, like... fluffy... goodness.
Sink puppies.
Okay. So from now on, when you see blood...
- Mm-hmm. - ...think of sink puppies.
We were great partners.
And, you know, there's a certain closeness that comes with that.
- Nothing more. - Come on.
If girls can't have juicy talk at a bedbug slumber party,
it's gonna be a boring night.
Okay. It's complicated.
You know, when I left the BSU and... and went on sabbatical,
he did reach out and tried to be a friend.
But I ghosted him.
You know, and...
I guess I just needed distance from my old life.
So... you slept with him.
Got it. You should've just said that.
No, you don't got it. We never hooked up.
I was too busy being faithful to my scumbag fiancé
to ever act on anything.
Well, an ex is an ex for a reason.
Hey, you don't have a ring on your finger, so...
Finally took it off yesterday.
Funny how a little ring could have such meaning, huh?
I threw my last one in the ocean.
Well, emotionally it felt great.
Financially... not so much.
I haven't been single in almost two decades.
It feels like my world is off its axis.
They say your first divorce is the hardest.
Now, that is a lie.
By the time you hear three different women say
that they made a mistake by marrying you...
...you start thinking maybe you're the problem.
And that, my friend... that is when the real pain begins.
So... enjoy your first divorce.
Strange but comforting advice.
The best way to get over someone is to get under someone.
We were ear-hustling.
And this cute thing across the pool is choosing.
So you should go talk to her.
That's not gonna happen.
You change your mind, Simone's a pretty good wing woman.
Although woman sitting alone by a motel pool,
it seems kind of sus. I'd pass.
I'd hit that.
Then be my guest.
But last I checked, I didn't ask for either of your opinions.
I'm not even officially divorced yet.
I wouldn't even be ready if I was.
Besides, we're here working a case.
Hooking up with someone is just...
tacky.
Um...
...I was wrong to cut you out of my life.
Yes. Yes, you were.
I was just... You know, I was...
...humiliated.
And everyone thought I was falling apart because Sam cheated on me.
But I think the worst part was knowing
that my best friend in the unit, you...
thought less of me.
But you know the good news?
I think I'm back.
Mm.
- Better than ever. - Wow.
Yeah.
How is it possible for the second-best profiler I know
- to get even better? - Whoa. Second?
Okay. Yeah. The best.
I'm really sorry.
Please don't hate me.
I could never hate you. Come here.
So, how does a cool industrial art bro
get into wine, anyway?
Well...
...if you have good wine,
it means you had grapes that endured, right?
The harsher the wind, the rockier the soil,
the more complex and interesting the wine will be.
Like your work.
I'm noticing a theme here.
You got me.
And this is good wine.
Uh, sorry.
Um, it's just most of my previous experiences
came out of a box.
Yeah, it's... It's pretty good.
Mm. But you know what?
I've got a really, really special bottle in the cellar.
Come check it out.
Um... m...
Actually, um... maybe next time.
I, um... I just had so much already.
Sure? Trust me, you're gonna love it.
Uh, no.
Um, I should... I should really...
I think I should go. I should head out.
Okay. Yeah.
You got in late last night.
I hope that smile means it was as good as you imagined.
Hm. Better.
Ooh!
- I know that's right! - Okay.
That just stays between us, or else.
Snitches get stitches.
You all right?
You seemed a little down when I walked up.
I'm fine.
No, you're not.
Excuse me?
You never want to show weakness of any kind.
You need people to think you're competent,
so you mask your true feelings.
Hold on. Did you just profile me?
Yeah. It's kind of my thing.
It's kind of annoying.
But I'm right.
I have been preparing for this job my whole life.
And I thought I was ready... until this case.
Every time I close my eyes,
I picture the victims and how frightened they must have been,
knowing how they were gonna die.
I figured by joining the FBI,
I would... I would... I would make a difference.
I would... I would be able to help.
I would be there for people who no one else was there for.
Yeah. That is what we're doing.
So how do we...
How do you live with all this darkness?
By reminding yourself that there's more good than evil.
But to be honest, sometimes it feels like I'm just lying.
Well...
Mm.
Hey, ladies.
Hey.
Morning.
Oh, good. You're all here.
Denver PD was able to recover the data on the burnt phone.
The dad only ever called one number,
and it was a burner phone in Tucson.
So we are headed to Arizona.
Our subject's phone usually pings
off one of these four towers.
That's too wide a search radius.
We're gonna need more leads in order to find this guy.
We should look for building-supply stores,
places where he could store specialty items
to build his torture chamber.
We should also check salvage yards.
He uses scrap metal for his art.
- Yeah. That's good thinking. - I already checked.
Sales clerk at a scrapyard thinks she saw our guy
yesterday, but his hair is different.
Shorter. Darker.
Well, did he buy anything?
'Cause if... if he used a credit card or a payment app,
we can use that to find his new identity or an address.
No such luck. He used cash. But it gets worse.
- He has another victim? - Looks like it.
He was flirting with a woman there...
An art student at U of A.
She left with him. She's now reported missing.
Let me out!
Please.
I'm dying.
We're all dying.
You're suffering.
Easy. Easy.
Steam will burn you faster than dry heat.
So pace yourself.
This is gonna take a while.
Why are you doing this?
Earth, plastic...
When you expose them to the elements,
they're all very predictable.
But you, Mia...
you're special.
And I want to see how this heat changes you
and who or... what you become.
- So please... - No.
...tell me how you're feeling.
Take your time.
Tucson P.D. got ahold of the security-cam footage
from the salvage yard.
Reynolds was driving a late-model silver Taurus
with California plates.
Please tell me there's a local address attached to the registration.
It's a no-go. Cold plate. Invalid number.
Of course. So how the hell are we supposed to find this guy?
We do know that his burner phone
has only been used southeast of Tucson.
We know he'd seek privacy. And metal fabrication is loud.
He wouldn't want neighbors close by.
So we look for outlying properties.
Wait. There is a town nearby.
A small place called Three Points.
Kind of off the grid.
Look for any recent rental properties or...
Or anything under a business name to hide his true identity.
Wait, wait, wait. I might have found something.
Uh, 47 Sasabe Road.
Rented two months ago. It's isolated, quiet.
Here. Make a right, right here!
That's his car.
Judge approved the arrest warrant. We're good to enter.
Carter, Brendon, Atlas, you guys go around back.
Laura and Simone, we take the front.
Remember, this guy blew up his own workshop in L.A.
We have to assume he's got this place booby-trapped as well.
Stay with me. Stay with me, Mia.
What's going through your head?
Do you have any regrets?
Yeah.
I regret...
meeting you, you psycho!
That's just mean.
I wish we had more time.
Help me!
Help!
That's not creepy at all.
Go, go, go. I got you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
FBI!
Simone, back.
Laura, stairs.
Agent down.
Requesting backup and an ambulance.
- Are you good to triage him? - Yeah.
- I need to back up the others. - Yeah, yeah. No, I got him.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Sink puppies.
Sink puppies, sink puppies, sink puppies,
sink puppies, sink puppies.
Oh, my God. It worked.
That's great. How's it look?
It's pretty gnarly, but... it didn't get the artery.
Here. I got you. Let's get it elevated, okay?
Yeah.
Oh, my God.
I found her. She's downstairs.
It's gonna be okay.
Simone?
Go, go, go. Simone, I got her.
Oh, my God. It's okay.
You're okay.
You're okay. Shh, shh, shh, shh.
You're gonna be okay.
He's running!
Go. Go with her. Go with Simone.
You okay?
Hell, no. This is terrifying.
We just heard from Victim Assistance.
Mia's being released from the hospital. She's gonna be okay.
Physically.
But that poor girl is gonna carry that trauma
for the rest of her life.
Yeah, but thanks to everyone's hard work today,
she still has a life.
True.
Also, forensics finished going through the house.
Found a box of digital memory cards.
He filmed every murder. There were 12 victims total.
Well, what we learned about his childhood trauma tracked perfectly.
He re-created the conditions of his own abuse
to kill his victims.
And in his mind, he survived what they couldn't.
That's what I said yesterday.
Which supports the idea that he's ego-driven,
needing to feel in control of and superior to his victims.
- Hmm? - Who he seduced
by forging a connection that he lost with his mother
when she died and that he never had with his abusive father.
So I guess we're both right.
Well, I think I'm more right.
- I was right, too. - Of course you were, boo.
So, how long did it take you to go out on a date again?
After which divorce?
- The hardest one. - Three years.
No. I was terrified of getting hurt, so I threw myself into the job.
I'm not afraid of dating. I'm...
Okay. Maybe a little.
I'm just more afraid of being disappointed.
Evelyn was perfect, and look how that turned out.
Feels like finding a new perfect is gonna be... impossible.
Hey.
Could be tomorrow, could be three years from now.
Only you'll know when you're ready.
Now, in the meantime, I'm gonna buy you a drink,
and then we're gonna find you a new place to live.
Nice little bachelor pad, huh?
- 'Cause that SRO is... - It's gruesome.
- Yeah.
Phew.
- Hey. - Hi.
Thanks for having my back out there today.
Yeah. Mm. This one was tough.
Mm.
Can I give you some more advice?
I'm listening.
We often come face-to-face with evil here,
and we don't always come out on top.
So find your own good somewhere away from this job
and just cling on to it with all you've got.
You do it, too, you know. Mask your feelings.
I mean, you were right about me. I do it sometimes.
But, girl, you do it all the time.
I respectfully disagree.
Okay. Well, what about Atlas?
What about him?
It... It was a one-time thing, and...
I don't want to, uh, complicate our friendship.
Mm-kay.
I do like what you said, though, about finding your own good.
There is, um, this woman I've been seeing...
Dina.
I'm going to find her. Mm.
And, um, you do give solid advice,
but you should also take some of it.
Because you deserve to find your own good too.
Oh, my God. My... My blood phobia is gone.
I can look at anything now.
Thank you, sink puppies.
God. You just get weirder and weirder.
Hey, it was a pleasure working with you.
You got my number. Don't be a stranger.
All right. See you, buddy.
- Take it easy. - Yep.
I know why you're hard on him,
but he could make a hell of a profiler one day.
I agree.
But don't you dare tell him I said that.
He has a big enough ego as it is.
I'm glad D.C. sent you.
- We always work well together. - Mm.
And it was, um, nice, you know, to, uh...
catch up.
Yeah. Catching up was my favorite part.
And, uh...
I want to make it clear that I'd really like
whatever this thing is between us to go somewhere.
But I know that isn't gonna happen.
I hope you know how much you mean to me,
how much I'd love to say yes.
But I just... I lost myself in my last relationship.
And this move to L.A., this unit...
it's about me finding myself again.
Mm.
Alone.
For now.
But it doesn't mean we can't keep catching up...
maybe, before you leave.
Oh.
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