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Previously on "The Rookie"... I-I
think I have a lead on Rosalind.

The forensic linguistics
are a match to Rosalind Dyer.

Hello, John.

Nolan: Coming back to L.A.
was a bad move.

Nolan: This wasn't all you.
You had help.

Another acolyte. Harper: Exactly what
kind of sicko are we dealing with here?

Laura: Killers like this,
they don't stop.

We got a name out of Denver
Sanitation... Jeffrey Boyle.

Rosalind: 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.

[ Gunshot ]

♪♪

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.
[ Siren wailing ]

[ Theme music plays ]

Anchor: 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.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]

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.

♪♪

[ Sirens wailing,
police radio chatter ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

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 wind age
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.

Simone:
What the hell?

Carter:
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?

Laura: 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?

Laura: The black death
decimated Europe.

Almost half the population
perished.

It's his way of telling us...
more death is coming.

♪♪

♪♪

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.

Brendon: 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.

[ Gasps ]
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.

[ Indistinct conversations,
machinery whirring ]

[ Sniffs ]

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.

[ Whispering ]
I'm good.

[ Hinges squeaking ]

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.

[ Metal rattling ]

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.

Laura: 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. [ Shutter clicking ]

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.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Tim:
"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.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

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.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

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...

Simone:
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.

Atlas:
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.

[ Whispering ]
Hi.

[ Whispering ]
Hi. What are you doing here?

D.C. sent me.
You didn't... know.

[ Inaudible ]

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.

Atlas: 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.

[ Whispering ]
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.

[ Machinery whirring ]

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.
[ Laughs ]

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?

[ Chuckles ]

You know, there is a gnarly
semi truck wreck back that way

if you want to check it out.

I thought you'd never ask.

Come on.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

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.

Garza:
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.
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.

[ Engines humming ]

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. Atlas:
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.

♪♪

[ Dog barking in distance ]

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...
Go around back...

Oh... in case he's
inside and tries to rabbit.

Yeah. Sure.
[ Knock on door ]

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.

[ Bell rings ]
Martin: 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.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hey.

Simone: 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.

[ Engine revving,
tires screeching ]

♪♪

Atlas:
Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Stop what you're doing.

Put your hands up!
Hey! Stop!

Atlas: Put your hands up!
Drop the box!

Okay, okay, okay.
You guys are so serious.

Hands behind your back.

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

♪♪

Carter: 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.

Garza: 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.

♪♪

♪ Everybody's talking,
everybody's talking ♪

♪ They don't know a thing,
yeah ♪

♪ Trying to walk the walk...

Your theory about the subject

testing the endurance
of the victims was spot on.

You study behavioral psychology?

[ Chuckles ]
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 back stories
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.

Simone:
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.
Simone: 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...

[ Chuckles ]

...you start thinking
maybe you're the problem.

And that, my friend... that is
when the real pain begins.

So...
enjoy your first divorce.

[ Clicks tongue ]

[ Vehicles passing in distance ]

Strange but comforting advice.

[ Exhales deeply ]

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.

[ Knock on door,
siren wailing in distance ]

♪ Howling quiet
like a wolf in the dark ♪

♪♪

♪ I've been stung

Um...

...I was wrong
to cut you out of my life.

Yes.
Yes, you were.

I was just... You know, I was...

[ Sighs ]
...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.

♪♪

♪ All this chemistry
has got me falling ♪

♪♪

♪ Oh, me

♪ Oh, my

♪ I'm definitely high

♪♪

♪ Good, good, good, good

♪♪

♪ Good, good, good, good

♪ Good, good

♪♪

So, how does a cool
industrial art bro

get into wine, anyway?

Well...
[ Insects chirping ]

...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.

[ Chuckles ]
I'm noticing a theme here.

[ Chuckles softly ]
You got me.

[ Chuckles ]
And this is good wine.

Uh, sorry.
[ Chuckles ]

Um, it's just
most of my previous experiences

came out of a box.

Yeah, it's... it's pretty good.

Mm. [ Gasps ] But you know what?

I've got a really, really
special bottle in the cellar.

Come check it out.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Um... m...
[ Chuckles softly ]

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.

♪♪

[ Doorknob rattling ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Doorknob rattling ]

♪♪

[ Gasps ]

[ Birds chirping,
vehicles passing ]

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.

Atlas:
Hey, ladies.

Simone:
Hey.

Morning.

Garza:
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.

Brendon: 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.
Carter: 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.

[ Breathing heavily ]
Let me out!

[ Sobs ]

Please.

I'm dying.

[ Metal creaking, clanks ]

Eli:
We're all dying.

You're suffering.

♪♪

[ Gasps ]

[ Sizzling ]
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.

[ Sobs ]

Garza: Tucson P.D. got a hold
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.

Simone:
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!

[ Engines revving,
tires screeching ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Birds chirping ]

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.

[ Metal creaking, clanks ]
[ Wheezing ]

Eli: 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.

[ Cellphone beeping ]

♪♪

I wish we had more time.

[ Metal creaking, clanks ]

Help me!

Help!

Help!

[ Birds chirping ]

That's not creepy at all.

[ Whispering ]
Go, go, go. I got you.

[ Hinges creaking ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[ Explosion ]

[ Both grunting, coughing ]

FBI!

Simone, back.

Laura, stairs.

Carter:
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.

♪♪

[ Groans ]

[ Breathing heavily ]
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Sink puppies.

Sink puppies, sink puppies,
sink puppies,

sink puppies, sink puppies.

[ Exhales deeply ]

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.
[ Grunts ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Crackling ]

Mia:
[ Grunting, whimpering ]

♪♪

♪♪

Simone:
Oh, my God.

I found her.
She's downstairs.

[ Metal creaking, clanks ]
[ Wheezing ]

♪♪

[ Switch clicks ]
It's gonna be okay.

Simone?

♪♪

Go, go, go.
Simone, I got her.

Mia:
[ Sobbing ]

Oh, my God.

It's okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.

You're gonna be okay.

[ Birds chirping ]

Simone:
He's running!

Go. Go with her.
Go with Simone.

♪♪

[ Birds chirping ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Screams, grunts ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Eli:
[ Groaning ]

[ Handcuffs rattling, clicking ]

You okay?

Hell, no.
This is terrifying.

♪♪

Garza: We just heard
from Victim Assistance.

Mia's being released
from the hospital.

She's gonna be okay.

Simone:
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 mo right.

I was right, too.
Of course you were, boo.

[ Bell chimes ] ♪ I'm
listening to broken records ♪

♪ Playing all the old hits

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.

It's gruesome.
Yeah.

[ Exhales deeply ]
Phew.

[ Bell chimes ]

Simone: 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.

♪♪

Brendon:
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.

[ Chuckles softly ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]
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.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh

♪ Alone tonight

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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