Previously on "The Rookie"...
An arm was found near Silverlake Reservoir
this morning. - I honestly don't know
what instrument was used to remove it.
That arm is related to a case in Arizona.
A coroner there found an arm
that was severed with that same mystery tool,
and both were done while the victim was still alive.
That's horrible.
And it means we're looking at a possible serial killer.
Should we be calling the feds? - Yeah, I already did.
I gotta bounce or my mom'll disown me.
See you at school.
Run.
Ah! - Wow!
Hold on. Let me take this in.
My first home.
That I bought with my own money.
I'm so happy for you.
Really? You're okay that I'm putting down roots here
when you live in D.C.?
Of course.
I love youuuu-ur neighborhood.
It's so eclectic and--
- Oh, my God. - Yeah.
You just dropped the L-bomb and then ran for cover.
- No. - Oh, yeah, I get it.
I'm cute, smart,
up to my eyeballs in debt after that down payment--
but I'm still winning at life.
What's not to love?
Shall we christen the place?
Yes. Ah!
Test out the countertops?
- That sounds amazing. - Mm.
But the countertops are acid etched and very expensive.
- Hmm. - What about the bathroom floor?
- Yes. - Oh, you know what?
That tile is original.
What?
You're so spontaneous.
Come on.
Um... no.
- What? - Seriously?
I have to go into work.
Uh, this is-- You're in the middle of a move.
Garza gave you the day off. - I know.
And he would not bug me unless it was serious.
Movers are coming in literally an hour.
They're not gonna know where to put any of this stuff.
Oh, but you will.
Is this a test?
100%.
And if you love me, you'll ace it.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Okay.
Here you go.
One more kiss.
- Mm. - Bye.
Okay, listen up.
During a recent murder investigation,
LAPD uncovered what could possibly be a serial killer
operating right here in Los Angeles.
Please. - We discovered a severed arm
that was not linked to our murder.
It had a unique cut.
Unique how?
It was too clean.
There were no striations from a commercial blade,
no burn marks from an industrial torch.
We matched that unique cut to a severed leg
from a Black female found in Arizona.
That's when we called in Agent Clark.
And that's when I called in Antoinette.
I haven't been able to fully examine the limbs yet,
but it's clear that both were severed using a waterjet cutter.
The waterjet uses an industrial pump
that propels water faster than the speed of sound.
It can cut through metal like butter.
It is not a common tool, which means our killer needed
both access and technical expertise.
Like a specialized factory worker.
Right. Or high-end construction contractors
often use waterjets to cut glass,
granite, marble, porcelain.
Does that mean you had access to one?
Yeah. I have a friend who lends me his whenever I--
I just made myself a suspect, didn't I?
Yeah.
Swear it wasn't me.
They all say that. Don't worry, Carter.
I'm keeping my eyes on this one.
Were you able to I.D. the victims?
Not yet. Both limbs were compromised from exposure,
so DNA typing is in process.
My next step is to examine the arm
that just landed in my lab.
- Good. - Would you mind if I watched?
Sure.
- Happy to have you. - Sweet.
Most serial murderers target a certain type of victim.
On the face of it, the fact that our current victims
are different genders and races--
it suggests that there's a-another factor
that connects them.
Could it be opportunity killing?
Possible. But not probable.
Okay. I want everyone bringing their A-game today.
Understood?
Let's stop this guy before he takes another victim.
Let's move. Thank you for your help.
Please reach out if you need anything else.
Of course.
So, how's the remodel design going?
Slowly, sorry.
Protecting and serving has been a little hectic.
Tell me about it.
I still say you should hire a professional architect.
I say don't dim your shine.
Everything you've shown me so far looks great.
Okay, well, I will send you some revised drawings.
And good luck with your psychopath of the day.
- Thanks, handsome. - Bye.
So what's the first step?
A physical examination-- which I've already done.
Aside from the amputation area,
the condition of the limb is consistent
with the two-week timeline since removal.
So while the victim was still alive?
Yes.
And the Arizona victim's leg
was removed approximately two weeks before that.
That means our psycho killer is due to kill again soon.
Possibly. But careful jumping to conclusions
at this early stage.
Science is about facts, not supposition.
And two instances don't constitute a pattern.
Is that an infrared camera?
Very good.
Now that I've examined the limb with the naked eye,
it's time to see what I can't see naturally.
What's that?
That is how we're going to I.D. our victim.
Sebastian Milner-- thirty-two years old
at the time of his death, out on parole for armed robbery.
His wife, Sheriece, reported him missing two weeks ago.
Thank you for coming in, Sheriece.
Did you find Sebastian?
Whatever it costs to bail him out, I'll pay.
Honey, I am sorry to tell you this.
But your husband has been murdered.
I knew he didn't leave me.
My family can suck it.
Wait. Uh, what?
I've been defending Sebastian ever since we became penpals
when he was in prison.
They all said he was using me, but, uh-uh, we fell in love.
Yeah. Um, when was the last time you saw him?
15 days ago.
He went out to the liquor store at midnight to get a six-pack.
Never came home.
Before his disappearance, did you notice anything strange,
like phone calls where people hang up,
or was anyone following you guys?
No.
He always said the only way he would leave me
was if God took him.
Right. Well, God didn't do this.
But if you can remember what liquor store he went to,
maybe we can find out who did.
Do you remember seeing this guy two weeks ago?
Negative.
Do you know how many people come in and out
of my store every day?
Plenty, but this guy's a murder victim.
So look again.
Answer's the same. Don't recall.
Don't recall, or won't recall?
Maybe it'll jog your memory if we check behind the counter,
see if you're stocking something--
Okay, okay.
Guy tried to rob me. Pointed a .44 in my face.
Then out of nowhere,
some dude shows up in a mask and tases him.
So you witnessed a murder?
Whoa, slow down.
I didn't witness nothing. I hit the deck.
When I got up, both guys were gone.
Why didn't you call the police?
I get robbed every other week.
Cops don't do squat.
Dude with the mask saved my life.
Ain't no way I was dropping a dime on him.
Well, now you are.
Get us your surveillance tapes.
So our serial killer is a masked vigilante?
How's the decorating going?
Great. Ready? Hey.
Using my keen profiling skills,
I channeled you and placed your furniture
exactly where you would want it. Boom.
Mark. That's perfect... Mm-hmm. Yes.
...for someone with no sense of interior design.
Come on. A man of your skills and talents.
The couch, for example, is the visual anchor in the room,
and you have it up against the wall.
Yeah. Atlas. Hey, buddy.
Hey, Brendon. Um, Laura, when are you coming back?
Maybe it's better if you did this.
I can't. I'm on a serial.
Hello. My specialty.
Mine too.
And you are too busy proving your love for me
by getting my house squared away.
So glad I'm not dating you.
Me too.
Money! Now!
Okay, okay, okay. Money!
I got it.
What the hell kind of taser is that?
It's a picana.
It's basically a cattle prod used for torture.
It delivers twice the voltage of a stun gun.
Our suspect thinks he's Batman.
Last I checked, the caped crusader
doesn't cut criminals into tiny, little pieces--
well, unless we're talking about Frank Miller's Batman.
You know, we just got a report
that a teenager was attacked last night
by a guy with a big-ass knife.
Only to be saved by a masked man with a cattle prod.
This is our guy.
Yeah. - Let's ride.
♪ ...sweetheart said ♪
♪ Qué será, será ♪
♪ Whatever will be, will be ♪
The Vigilante: Tell me.
♪ The future's not ours to see ♪
When was the first time you felt the impulse to hurt someone?
Hey, man,
I-I wasn't gonna touch that kid-- I swear.
Don't lie.
I know it sounds crazy,
but the truth will make this hurt less.
Why are you doing this to me?
♪ Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?♪
The same reason you hurt people.
I'm a predator...
♪ Qué será, será ♪
...only I rage against my fate.
♪ The future's not ours to see ♪
Whereas you embrace it without question.
♪ What will be, will be ♪
And you can't stop it.
♪ Qué será, será ♪
So I will.
Tell me you got something.
- I've got something. - Good. What do you got?
An impatient boss breathing down my neck.
Come on, Matt. You know this takes time,
finding a serial killer.
And we hardly have anything to go on.
We don't even know how he picks his victims.
It's just-- it can't be a coincidence
that he's ending up at crime scenes
at the exact right moment to save people.
It's not. Because he's not there to save them.
He's there to stop the attacker.
Most serial killers stalk their victims, right?
Well, odds are he's doing the same thing.
Right. But if he's looking for violent criminals,
how does he target them? - The obvious assumption
is that he's law enforcement, right?
Well, let's not jump to that conclusion just yet, Brendon.
DNA results came in on both victims.
We couldn't find a match on the female victim.
But we did find a match between her and Sebastian.
Our victims are related?
Yes. They had the same biological father.
Okay, boss. According to Sebastian's widow,
he never knew who his biological father was.
His mother purchased donor sperm
from a fertility clinic at Saint Stephen's.
We need to find out if our female victim
was a product of the same donor.
Or if her mama was knocking boots
with our mystery donor in real life.
Hopefully, the doctor at Saint Stephen's
can give us the answer.
Patient records are confidential.
Yes, sir. But we're hunting
a serial killer who murdered the child
of at least one of your old patients.
My clinic has delivered thousands of kids
through IVF over the decades,
so odds are some of them have met untimely ends.
But we may be able to keep someone else
from being murdered.
And your files could really help us.
Unless there's another reason
you don't want us looking at your records?
No.
Doctor, let me remind you
that lying to the FBI is a crime.
Okay. A couple months ago,
someone hacked into our system.
Accessed patient records from thirty-plus years ago,
then wiped them from the servers.
Please tell us you have hard copies
of those files somewhere.
You know who would love to go through these boxes?
Oh-ho-ho-ho, I just did an escape room
that looked exactly like this.
But this place smells way more authentic.
I didn't mean to drag you into this.
It's fine. Fertility records are highly technical
with an emphasis on anonymity.
Elena will need my help deciphering them.
Our first priority is to identify
Sebastian's donor father-- use him to get the identities
of any other children from his samples.
They might be the killer's next targets.
We won't let you down.
No doubt. Happy hunting.
So... how do you want to start?
By getting organized.
Hopefully, they'll get an answer
before our unsub strikes again.
I'd put money on those two.
Wh-- Hold up, Carter.
Daddy?
W-What are you doing here? What's going on?
It is nothing.
No, no, really.
I-I just got a little dizzy.
I did not want to worry you.
Doctor, should I be worried?
His dizziness could be caused by any number of things,
most of them fairly benign.
- See? - But due to his age,
we need to run some tests, just to be sure.
So we'd like to keep him overnight.
Of course you do.
Damn capitalist medical system just wants my money.
Knock it off. You got good insurance.
You're gonna stay here as long as they tell you to.
And guess what else.
I'm gonna be right here with you.
- Absolutely not. - Why?
Because it's just a lot of waiting around.
And tell me you do not have something
more important going on.
Look, I'll call you if anything changes.
And I will call with regular updates.
Thank you, Doctor.
You, next time,
call me before you head to the E.R.
Y-- Mm-hmm.
Please?
Go on, now. Go on.
- Is everything okay? - I'm hoping it will be.
♪ I cry for you ♪
♪ Ohhhh ♪
♪ Monday to Sunday ♪
♪ Ohhh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh ♪
I don't understand how you people survived
before computers.
How old do you think I am?
You know what? Don't answer that.
Finally-- Sebastian's file.
Or rather-- his mother's.
So who's the donor?
Doesn't say--
see, the identity is coded.
A176Z. Which means--
We need the corresponding donor file.
I stacked those over here.
Here we go. File A176Z-- aka: Thomas Clay Briggs.
I know that name. Why do I know that name?
Thomas Clay Briggs is currently serving
six life sentences for the serial murders
of five people back in the early 2000s.
Their father was a serial killer.
Thank you.
Now, what could the FBI possibly want with me?
Not that I'm complaining.
You're, uh, breaking up the monotony of my day.
Mr. Briggs, have you ever donated... sperm?
What kind of question is that?
A straightforward one. Have you?
Back in college, yeah.
I, uh-- I traded fluids for beer money.
Was it always the same clinic?
Why?
We're not at liberty to say.
Then I'm not at liberty to answer any more questions.
Guard!
Uh, no. Uh, we're good.
Thank you.
Seven children were born from your... donation.
So what?
You just found out you're a dad.
That's your reaction? - Yeah. What do I care?
I'm dying in this place.
You think I'm gonna get all touchy-feely
about a bunch of strangers who exist
'cause I got touchy-feely with myself for cash?
When you put it that way-- uh, no.
Then why the hell did you drive
all the way out here to ask me about this?
Someone's killing off your kids, one by one.
Now, that's more interesting.
And I can see why you didn't want to share that.
Do you have any idea who could be behind this?
I mean, if it was me, I'd, uh, pay a visit
to the families of my victims.
After what I did to their loved ones--
I'd want revenge, too.
- That's the last box. - Okay.
That means we have seven children from Briggs' samples.
All born between 1986 and 1992.
We already knew about Sebastian Milner.
And Edwina Davis here matches
our African-American Jane Doe.
Reported missing a month ago.
And the others? Are they local?
We should get them protection.
I haven't been able to track down everyone's whereabouts,
but, this one-- Maggie Whitlock--
lives in Grenada Hills.
Boy, you just can't get enough of me, can you?
Like you didn't volunteer for this detail
'cause you knew I'd be swinging by.
Is Maggie Whitlock inside?
With her son, Theo, yes.
You let them know what's going on?
I thought that might be best coming from you.
But I did tell her you're on your way.
FBI, Mrs. Whitlock. Can we come inside?
Hey, cutie pie. Is there a place
we could talk outside of the range of little ears?
Uh... hey, Theo, I noticed you have a train set.
Would you mind showing me your trains?
I'm totally into those.
Is that okay?
Given who his father is,
you really think it's a coincidence
that Sebastian Milner turned into a violent criminal?
There's no way to tell.
Sebastian's childhood is a litany of abuse and neglect.
In and of itself, that's causal for psychopathy.
And DNA from a serial killer didn't do anything
to our other victim, Edwina Davis,
other than make her a law-abiding citizen.
Oh.
Elena just got a phone number for another one of Briggs' kids.
Hello?
- Hi. Is this Roman Griffith? - Yeah, it's me.
This is Special Agent Laura Stensen with the FBI.
That's a nice try, but I'm not gonna give you
my social security number, so--
Uh, this isn't a scam, Mr. Griffith.
I'm calling to inform you that your life could be in danger.
What kind of danger?
Someone appears to be targeting
the children of your biological father.
Were you aware that your mother used a sperm donor?
No. My parents never told me that they used a donor.
And now you're telling me he's a serial killer?
The most important thing right now
is to keep you and your son safe.
My son has the DNA of a serial killer, too.
Do you want to ride backwards or forwards?
Are you currently in Los Angeles?
No. I'm-- I'm in Vancouver for a couple weeks.
Alright. Well, you're probably safe for now,
but as soon as we hang up,
I'll reach out to the field office in Seattle
and alert them to what's going on.
Targeting innocent people who had no choice
who their father is--
what kind of sick monster would do something like that?
I try not to use labels like monster.
Most serial killers start as ordinary people
and end up doing monstrous things.
Um... so-- so what should I do?
Uh, just keep a low profile
and alert me the minute you travel back.
We'll set you up with a protective detail.
Okay. Thank you.
Officer Nolan will stay while you pack your things
and then escort you to a secure location.
Hi.
Who are you?
Shh.
Wait, wait. But right now,
I need you to take your son into the bathroom
and lock the door.
I don't have time for you to ask questions.
Do it now.
- What's going on? - Look over my left shoulder--
in the trees. He's here.
That's him. That's the guy.
Theo's gone.
He goes out the doggy door sometimes to play outside.
Ma'am, we need you to stay inside.
7-Adam-15, send me code-3 units on me and an airship.
Eyes on murder suspect.
Possible kidnapping. In foot pursuit with FBI agents.
- Nothing? - Nothing.
Let's go.
FBI! I'm so sorry.
Baby, you okay, huh?
You had us scared. We were looking for you.
What you got there?
He's gone. There's a road back there.
He must've had a car stashed.
What's that?
A trophy. From our killer.
We got lucky. If he'd have taken that boy...
Why didn't he?
If he's targeting all of Briggs' progeny,
then why not go after the grandkid?
Maybe he has some sort of moral code.
Boss, this guy was so damn bold.
You got one cop, two feds,
and he still hung around in the backyard to watch?
Okay. Well, the good news is,
is that all other potential victims have been accounted for.
So we are gonna shift into hunting mode, right?
This guy's moving fast,
which means he's definitely made some mistakes.
That's how we're gonna catch him.
Okay?
Uh, hey, so I'll-- I'll see you in 30, 40 minutes?
Oh, and, uh, do you want monastery, or stinky?
What are you talking about?
Cheese-- uh, cheese plate for your house.
Who invited you to my house?
Atlas invited me and Antoinette for a house warming.
You know what?
That's-- That's great.
Yeah, it'll be nice having you.
And as far as the cheese, just surprise me.
Great. See ya later.
See ya.
Daddy, did you find out you were getting dizzy
because you were having too much sex?
Simone--
I'm just playing.
I talked to Dr. Price, and she told me
she's still waiting on some of your test results,
but she's ruled out the big, scary stuff.
Look, they've taken enough blood from me
to feed a family of vampires.
The test result won't come back until tomorrow.
I could have called you on the phone and told you that.
But I needed to look you in your eyes
for you to tell me how long you've been getting dizzy.
A week.
On and off.
- What? - Well, Simone, I'm old.
In case you hadn't noticed.
And if I get freaked out by every little ache and pain,
I would live in the doctor's office.
Well, if you don't let the people who love you
take care of you, you won't live anywhere.
And what is that for?
Oh, that's for me.
We're having a sleepover
and there is nothing you can do about it.
Want to play dominoes?
Well, yeah.
I'm so glad you came over.
Ready?
You know what? What?
I think it's gonna look better over there.
It just was over there.
Are you doing this just to watch us lift heavy things?
- No. - I'm watching you.
Yeah, I'm watching you.
Oh, God. See?
She's been doing this all day.
I'm happy to help.
Yes. Now, that is perfect.
- Great. - Oh, I just--
I love this living room.
Hey, you ever notice how people can easily
express love for things, but not people?
There's something pathological about that,
wouldn't you say, Brendon? - Oh, God.
Is this one of your passive-aggressive fights?
Uh, it's so weird. I don't like it.
Glad you finally approve, though.
- Mm. - Makes being here all day
a little easier to take, especially since I missed
all the fun of chasing down a serial killer.
- Fun? - Yeah.
We need to get this guy out more.
You guys got to meet Tom Briggs.
I've always been fascinated with him.
I mean, okay, most people think that his psychopathy
is based in the abuse that he suffered,
but I think it stems from his mother's mental illness.
Come on. - Oh, here we go.
The old weekly nature vs. nurture debate.
I think I'm gonna have to start drinking.
- Alright. Where's the-- - Corkscrew?
Yeah, I remember seeing that
in one of the twenty-five boxes a few hours ago.
- Okay. - Yeah, sorry.
Well, uh, luckily,
there's a really cute market down the street
and it's open late, so I'll just get a new one.
I'll come with you. Come on.
You know what? Why don't you stay?
You know I love a nighttime drive.
I just love
the wind in my hair. Mm.
♪ I drink too much to escape it ♪
You guys need anything?
♪ But I'm trying to erase it ♪
♪ What keeps you picking up the pieces of me ♪
♪ Night after night? ♪
♪ Do you feel it ♪
♪ Crazy is calling, do you feel it? ♪
- Something's been bugging me. - Hmm?
Briggs-- he didn't know about any of these kids.
He-- He barely remembers donating sperm.
But somehow our new serial killer
knows the exact fertility clinic to burglarize.
How's that possible?
You never turn off, do you?
Not around you.
Real smooth. But that is interesting.
Who else would have access to that information?
The clinic's employees,
or the patients, or--
The children themselves.
♪ Crazy is calling ♪
♪ Now do you feel it? ♪
♪ Tell me, do you feel it? ♪
♪ Do you feel it? ♪
♪ Feel it now? ♪
♪ Tell me, do you feel it now? ♪
How are you feeling?
Sorry. I know the cattle prod packs quite a punch,
but I-- I just didn't think you'd come willingly.
We spoke on the phone.
You're Roman. Very good.
You're one of the kids--
and you're taking out your siblings.
Yes.
And you're gonna help me finish what I started.
There we go.
Now we can play Call of Duty in 8K.
I can't believe Laura has an Xbox.
She didn't, till now. I got it as a housewarming gift.
I.E., you bought it for yourself.
What's taking Laura so long?
I don't know. Didn't she say the store
was just down the street? - Yeah.
Car's still here.
That's...
You hear that? Yeah.
Oh, no.
Okay. Why did he take her?
Not sure. But we might have an idea of who he is.
Now is not the time for suspense, so--
He's one of Briggs' biological children.
The files that were stolen were sealed.
Except for his offspring. Any one of them
could have looked into their biological father.
That's not a motive to murder their siblings.
No, but it is a lead.
So three of the kids are either dead or assumed so.
Who is left?
Uh, Maggie Whitlock seems unlikely.
Roman Griffith is in Vancouver.
No, he's not.
That's the man I saw in Maggie's backyard.
I'm positive.
Okay. We need a deep dive on Roman Griffith.
And we need it yesterday. Let's go.
Alright. Let's do this.
Mm.
Okay.
Clearly you're a serial murderer.
With the pathology that entails.
Clearly.
When I spoke with you on the phone,
I wouldn't call you a monster.
And that resonated with you.
You think you're acting for a righteous cause.
Um, uh, a rational one.
See, I knew you had the juice.
Exactly, exactly.
You know, for a minute, I thought
that you were targeting your siblings out of jealousy.
You alone would carry your father's bloodline forward.
But...
No, that's not right.
You're ashamed of it.
You think it made you what you are.
When I was growing up,
my parents were...
kind to me.
They-- They never stopped loving me,
uh, despite how I was.
And we-- we tried everything.
Doctors, therapists, priests, meds.
Nothing worked.
Nothing would relieve this pressure in my head,
nothing except violence.
Murder? No. I wanted to.
But I found ways to stop myself.
And then I found out who my real father was.
And that he was the worst version of me.
And then I dug a little deeper
and found out that he had other children.
Violent children--
No, not all of them. How can you be so sure?
I mean, yes, Sebastian and Chet-- they--
they are out and proud about their cruelty.
But you don't know what goes on behind the scenes
with the others. So, you thought
that you were doing the world a favor
by taking your siblings out of it?
Yes, yes. - But that--
that doesn't explain why you want me here.
I'm not one of your siblings.
And I'm not telling you anything that you don't know.
It's the boy.
- Maggie's son? - Mm-hmm. Yeah, he has the DNA.
The only sane thing I could do was take him out.
But I couldn't do that.
Why?
Some might call that a conscience.
Don't mock me.
Don't you dare mock me!
I have been agonizing over this.
I just got off the phone with LAPD--
Roman's apartment is empty. But there is a BOLO out.
I am not gonna hold my breath.
So what have we pulled on our subject?
Roman Griffith, raised in Claremont by two professors.
Discipline issues growing up, but nothing serious.
No criminal record.
He wound up in a trade school, became a machinist.
He's worked for a decade plus
at various aerospace manufacturers.
Explains how he knows how to use a waterjet cutter.
Yes, but not how he had access to one.
Those machines cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Wait, wait, Boss.
Two of the factories Roman worked at closed
in the past six months.
Blue Sphere Aviation and Descent Aerospace.
And... both of these
are in quiet, industrial areas.
Carter, Simone, you're with me. I'm gonna contact SWAT,
have them meet us at Blue Sphere.
Brendon, Atlas, you take Descent.
Let's move. We are running out of time.
Why don't you get this?!
You spend your life tracking people like me.
Like my father. And-- And like this boy.
Think of-- of the-- the victims he will hurt and--
and the-- the families that will grieve.
Sorry, just to be clear, you-- you want a pep talk?
To kill a six year old.
To stop a murderer before he strikes.
It is no different than what you do.
Maggie's son might have had some of the DNA as Briggs.
And as you.
But, Roman--
you kill because you want to.
And there is no amount of rationalizing
that's gonna change that.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you into this mess.
You don't deserve it.
But you know too much now.
When I begin to strangle you,
your body's defense mechanism will kick in.
You'll try and fight back. - No, no, no.
Hold on, hold on-- It's natural.
It is your survival instinct.
No, no! Roman, don't--
It's in your DNA-- And that controls us all.
No!
I-I'm impressed by your resilience, Agent Stensen.
But...
...there's no way out.
Uh, that's clever, that's clever.
That's really clever.
Enough!
Enough, enough, enough.
Clear.
Oh, no.
We're too late--
Atlas, Atlas.
I need to know. No, I have to know.
- Come here. - Brendon, I just have to know,
okay? - I got it. I got it.
It's her, isn't it, Brendon?
Brendon, is it her?
It's not her. It's-- Brendon?
No, no, no. It's a man.
- Brendon, tell me. - It's a man's body.
- Is it? - It's a man's body.
We still have time. We still have time.
Okay, I need your head in the game.
- Yeah. - I need your head in the game.
Yeah.
FBI! FBI! Hands, hands!
Let's see them hands! Hands!
Not happening! Not-- No. It's not happening.
Roman. You're not getting away, okay?
Okay, if you kill me, they will kill you.
I know.
What?
Come here, Laura.
Put it down-- - Roman, don't.
It doesn't have to end this way.
Yes, it does.
I-I failed.
Whatever evil comes out of my siblings
or their kids...
...that's on your hands now.
Whoa!
Hey. Are you okay? - Yeah.
Are you okay?
It's alright.
Yeah.
Hey.
Hey, Boss. Hey. How's Laura?
I sent her home with Atlas.
She's hurting, but she's gonna be okay.
The rest of the siblings?
Safe and sound.
But even with Roman gone, I don't think it's a bad idea
to keep tabs on the rest of the Briggs clan.
For their safety? Or the world's?
Well, one thing I learned by having children
is that there are some traits
you can't do anything about.
No amount of nurturing will change it.
My daughter Billie came into this world stubborn
and opinionated and has yet to see the light.
Yeah, that's definitely in her DNA.
I wasn't gonna-- - Beat it. And I mean it.
- Yeah, I mean-- - Zip it.
- Apple, tree. - Zip it, zip it.
Hey, thanks for letting me work with you on this case.
It was fun.
I should be thanking you.
Your attention to detail and natural curiosity
is quite impressive.
I learned more cool stuff in the last two days
than in the past two years.
I'm constantly learning myself.
It's the best part of the job.
Love it.
Hey, if you aren't busy with Vampire Cop every night,
maybe I can buy you a drink.
Talk about studying forensics.
That sounds lovely.
Although, are you even old enough to buy a drink?
Okay, boomer.
Listen, forensics can be challenging and stressful,
but you've got a knack for it.
And I happen to be one hell of a mentor.
Let's go.
So your dizziness and loss of balance
is a result of a minor ear infection.
So we just get you some antibiotics,
get a wheelchair in here, and take you to the exit.
Okay. So-- So, I can go home now?
Well, don't sound like you got to go home,
but you do gotta get the hell out of here.
So let's hit it, Big Papa.
Thank you, Doctor. - You're welcome.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
What, Daddy?
I know this look. Talk to me.
I just do not like being fussed over.
And for the last couple of days,
that's all people have been doing.
It's not fussing over you.
It's taking care of you.
You see? That there?
You make it sound like I'm some kind of an invalid.
You are the best damn daddy I know.
Enjoy the fruits of your labor
and let folks love on you a little bit.
I got your back. Now, come on.
Whoa!
Daddy, are you okay?!
Yeah.
Daddy!
I was just checking to make sure you had my back.
That's not funny.
It's not.
Okay. I'm sorry.
♪ 'Cause our love is not an empire ♪
♪ But you are nonetheless ♪
It really is a nice house.
Yeah.
Well, except for the memory
of me being kidnapped in the driveway.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
What for?
Because this morning you told me that you loved me.
And instead of appreciating it, I just made endless jokes.
- It's fine. - No.
That's our thing. I don't care.
I do.
And you were right.
It's pathological.
And I was deflecting.
But while I was tied up,
with my life about to end...
all I could think about was
I didn't want to die without saying I love you, too.
'Cause I do.
- I love you. - Mm.
What's wrong?
I'm sorry. I can't.
What's up?
The couch in the middle of the room like this--
I think it just needs to go back there.
Want to help me move it?
- Now? - Yes.
Come on.
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