All language subtitles for NCIS_ New Orleans 4x21 - Mind Games (English)

I already told you
everything I know.

I don't know
what else you want from me.

I want the truth.

Real truth.

The one that's
been haunting you,

the one you've been running
from for all these years.

I... I swear to God,

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I don't know
what you want from me!

I know this is
hard for you,

but believe me when I say
I'm actually doing you a favor.

Your shame
holds you back,

keeps you living in pain,

keeps you from being
totally free.

You can do it, Sophie.

You can free yourself.
It's time.

It's time to face the truth.

The crash.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

All those people died
because of me.

See?

That wasn't so hard now, was it?

? NCIS:New Orleans 4x21 ?
Mind Games
Original Air Date on May 1, 2018

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It's open!

You just...
you leave the door unlocked?

Are you out of your mind?
You live in the Quarter.

Don't bust my chops.
I'm not in the mood.

Do me a favor.
Help me find my keys, please.

Your keys? How are we
gonna find anything in here?

I'm just, I'm saying,
the last time I was here...

The last time you were here,
Sonja was here, too.

It's a lot for me to handle.
Yeah, I can see... that.

Is this spinach
or mold right here?

Did Lasalle tell you anything
about the case?

Uh, nothing much. Just that...

Hi.

What's your name?

I... I don't know.

Sebastian.

Your name's Sebastian.

My name is Sebastian.
That's right. Of course.

I forgot. I didn't forget.

It's, um...
What were we talking about?

Looking for these, are you?

Thank you.

My number's on a Post-it
on the fridge.

Wrote my name down, too,
in case you forget again.

It's Brooklyn.

I remember.

Drinks at
the Kerry tomorrow?

I'll try.

Nice meeting you.

Sebastian!

How well do you even know her?
Don't give me that tone.

It's none of your business,
and neither is this.

Come on.
Let's go to work.

All right, I ju...

Ugh. What is that, a fig?
What has happened to you?

I just want to make sure
you're all right.

Is there anything wrong
with that?

Other than the fact that that's
all you've been talking about

for the last
45 minutes, no.

All right, it's been
43 minutes, okay?

- And my point is that...
- Listen, I know what your point is.

And I appreciate it, I really
do, but I'm fine. I am.

Come on, man. How long
have we known each other,

almost two years?
It seems longer.

You're more of a neatnik freak
than I am, and that is

saying a lot considering
the fact that I am legit OCD.

I know, and you can't let
anything go, including this.

Hey!

Your place was a mess,
the door was unlocked.

Okay? I'm sorry.
That's not like you, and it was

almost as if you had forgotten
that Brooklyn was even there

when we were about to leave.
- Who?

I'm joking. Relax. Hey.

Enough of the grilling,
okay? I've had enough.

I love you, but if you don't
stop, I'm gonna drop you

and turn you into a soprano.
Are we clear?

Crystal.

Victim is Lieutenant
Commander Sophie Kendrick,

pilot out of Pensacola.

Went UA a week ago.

Only found her
'cause a local's hunting dogs

started barking like crazy.

Means whoever brought
her out here obviously

didn't want anybody
finding her for a while.

Didn't want anyone else to hear
the poor girl's screams, either.

Severe bruising,
deep cuts, broken bones.

I'm afraid Commander Kendrick
was brutally tortured

- before being asphyxiated.
- Well, maybe to get

- sensitive information?
- I don't think so.

I mean, enemy combatants

torturing for Intel
usually make a mess, right?

Well, look at the floor.
What do you see?

Wood?

No blood.
Exactly.

If this is where she was killed,
there'd be a lot more blood.

Means the killer
cleaned up everything.

But he left the body.
He wanted us to find it.

That means he's got an ego,
and he's cocky,

and doesn't think
he can get caught.

Which would indicate this
is not his first victim.

Well, he certainly
knew where to cut her

and which bones to
break to maximize pain.

Yeah, but, why?
You know, obviously,

the killer went through
a lot of trouble

to drag his victim way out here.

Yeah, and farmhouses
aren't exactly a dime a dozen.

I mean, bunch of hunting cabins
to choose from,

but he came here.

Well, that in of itself
is a clue.

I mean, maybe
he chose a farmhouse

because it was
something personal.

If so...

What is it, Gregorio?

Hey, Doc, any chance
the killer used surgical tools

to torture Commander Kendrick,
like a scalpel or something?

As a matter of fact, yes,

several of the wounds
could have been inflicted

by a scalpel. Why?

It's weird.
It's just like... d�j� vu.

When I was training
to become a profiler at the FBI,

ten years or so ago,
we had a similar case study.

Found a female doctor
at an abandoned hospital

in Pennsylvania or West
Virginia-- I can't remember.

What about her?

She was tortured just like this,

cut with surgical tools
and suffocated, same way.

They ever catch the guy?

Like I said, it was just a case
study, a series of lectures.

Lot of similarities, though.

Too many to ignore.

Can you call
the lecturer?

Yeah. Hopefully,
she's still working

at the Behavioral Analysis Unit.

I'll follow up with
Commander Kendrick's C.O.,

see if she had access
to any sensitive Intel.

Okay.

Learn everything
you can about her,

backtrack her every last move,
'cause if Gregorio's right,

killer knew a lot
about Kendrick.

Means their lives
intersected somewhere.

Copy that.

Sebastian,

I want you to go over that place
with a fine-tooth comb.

It's hard to believe
that the killer

didn't leave
any trace evidence.

Right, okay, but just, uh, wait.
Just one quick question.

Yeah?

Does Tammy seem
all right to you?

I mean, I'm not trying
to be nosy, and God knows

she's made it very clear that
I should mind my own business,

but, I don't know, I don't think
that's so easy sometimes,

'cause I can be like a dog
with a bone, you know?

When my teeth sink into
something, and then I just

don't let go...
Yeah, I'm aware, Sebastian.

Well, I know you're aware.
You've known me long...

No, no, no, no, no.
I'm aware about Gregorio.

Seems a little out
of sorts lately.

Distracted, pressing.
Yes, exactly.

Like she was when
she first joined the team.

It could be she's missing Sonja.
They were awful close.

Maybe it's something else.

Anyway, I'll keep
an eye on her.

All right.

Professor McDermott?

Oh, my gosh,
it's been so long.

Thanks for taking my call.

I didn't even think
you'd remember me.

Oh, of course I remember you,
Agent Gregorio.

How could I forget?

I remember your fellow agents
were frustrated with you

for asking so many questions.

Oh, right, I forgot.
I was driving them crazy.

Of course, I'm still
driving my agents crazy,

so some things never change.

You still with the Bureau?

No, I'm with NCIS

down in New Orleans?

New Orleans? Really?

Yeah, I know,
it's a long way from D.C.,

but you should know
I'm putting everything

you taught me to good use.

Oh, good. I'm glad.

Is that why you're calling?

As a matter of fact, it is.

We have a Navy pilot
who was tortured and killed,

bears a lot of similarities to
that case study on that doctor.

Found in
the Pittsburg hospital?

Yes, exactly.

I mean, we just started
the investigation,

but I was wondering,
was that killer ever caught?

I'd have to check on that.

You think the cases
might be connected?

Like I said, I-I don't know.

Ten years apart,
highly unlikely.

Unless, of course, it turns out

there were more victims
in between.

So, I'm gonna check with
the National Crime Center,

but I was hoping you could
send me your profile

on that first case.

Even if it's not the same guy,

maybe it can help me
get into the head of my killer.

Well, of course.
I'll get right on it.

Thank you so much,
Professor McDermott.

Really nice talking to you.

Oh, please, call me Claire.

Well, whoever this killer is,

he really knows how
to cover his tracks.

I mean, I scoured every
inch of that farmhouse,

inside and out, twice.

All I got was this rash, which
I really hope isn't ringworm.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

Looks like we're all
coming up empty-handed.

That was Kendrick's C.O.

He said she was
a land-based pilot,

mostly C-130s,
TS clearance.

Nothing foreign entities
would kill for.

Yeah, and I saw nothing
on their air station

surveillance cameras, other than
the last time she left base

and stopped off at a bar,
but nothing suspicious

in Kendrick's phone
or bank records, either.

Doesn't make any sense.

This killer is-is
incredibly meticulous,

not just with the farmhouse,
but with everything.

Even if there was no evidence,
you'd think there would,

there would be a motive.

Yeah, especially
if it's personal.

I mean, killer and her

had to have
crossed paths.

And with the specific intent
not just to kill,

but to torture her, too.

Question is: why?

I don't know
the answer to that,

but I do know she wasn't
his only victim.

Did your BAU guru
connect it to that doctor

that was killed ten years ago?
- Not quite.

But I started to do
my own research.

Turns out we're not just
looking at Commander Kendrick.

Melanie Jacobs,
2008, Pittsburg.

Stephanie Benton, A.D.A.,

found in a pharm-plant
near Atlanta in 2009.

2010, a biochemist,
Kelly Mendez,

found in a Denver
school cafeteria.

2011, Claudia Caldwell,
oil CFO in Dallas.

I found ten unsolved murders,
all around the country,

all with the exact same M.O.

All highly successful women,
all tortured and killed.

- Yeah.
- At a crime scene

scrubbed clean of any evidence.

Locations are varied, but
there's something unique

about each one. What's the connection?
- Yes.

It's got to be to the victims.
Just like the farmhouse

has to be connected
to the pilot.

So wait. So-so this killer

is taking his victims
and killing them

somewhere that means something
to them?

Yes.
This guy's sick.

Yeah, you think?
I forwarded everything

to Claire McDermott,
my professor.

If anybody can profile
a killer, it's her.

But I also started
my own profile.

I really don't
think the killer

knew these victims
before they were targeted.

They're just all over the place,
but they're not random.

There has to be a connection.
It-it's maybe the location.

Or, uh, you know,
psychology.

Or maybe the way he
chooses his victims.

I-I haven't gotten
to that part yet,

but I've been, like...
Dog, bone.

Huh?
What?

Hmm?
What's the matter?

Listen, uh...

Yeah, it's-it's late.

Maybe we should call it a day.

Pick up fresh
in the morning.

No way. I'm on a roll.
No, I know. But, uh...

might be better
if we pace ourselves.

After all,
killer's gotten away with this

for over a decade.

It could take a while.

All the more reason
to jump right in.

- We'll just pick it up in the morning.
- No.

Okay.

I'm just glad
somebody cares about this case.

Thanks for getting back to me
so quickly.

I'm not sure I can help much.

I mean, each case,
each crime scene

is so wildly different.

I... can't seem to come up
with a profile.

Can you?

I've been working on it.

It's clear that the killer
somehow sees himself

in his victims.

Maybe it's a power dynamic.

Maybe he's torturing his victims
out of some sort of...

Oedipus complex.

Except there's nothing sexual
about the tortures or murders,

which might suggest
the killer's a woman,

which also might explain
how she's gotten away with it

for so long.

Interesting.

Go on.

Well, according to
the case files,

the killer broke into
each victim's home first

to probably try
to get to know them better,

you know, get into their heads.

Fits the codependent profile.

Yes. Which is why
I think the killer

identifies with her victims
in a twisted sort of way,

tortures them because
she's somehow tortured herself.

I think you may be
onto something.

Anything out of place at all?

You mean other than
everything?

I got to get
a housekeeper.

Gregorio, why don't you just
take a seat, let us handle...

For the last time,
Lasalle, I'm fine. Okay?

I-I'm allowed to be
a little creeped out

by someone being
in my house, right?

You sure she was even here?
Yes, I'm sure.

I was talking to her when
I heard the sirens on the phone.

I just missed her.
Claire doesn't leave evidence.

Remember?

Yeah, well, someone
training FBI agents--

I guess if anybody knows
how to get away

with something like this...
- Everything about her fits the profile.

She's brilliant, she knows how
to get into people's heads,

and she's ballsy enough to teach
a class on her first victim.

I can't believe

she all but taunted us
into telling us it was her.

Well, there's no
trace evidence outside,

at least none
that I could find.

There's a camera
on the street corner,

but I'm guessing
she knew to avoid it.

All right, thanks,

but get that alert out
right away.

Okay, that was Quantico.

Seems Claire McDermott
left her FBI office

right after you
called her yesterday.

Gives her enough time to
catch a plane to New Orleans.

You must have spooked her.

Guess I should be
flattered she thinks

I'm smart enough to catch her.

Except now that means
that you're her next target.

I mean, didn't you say
that the killer

broke into victims' homes before...
- Yeah, he's right.

I mean, it breaks the pattern
of her killing a victim a year,

but assuming she thinks
I'm onto her...

Yeah.
All the more reason

to figure out what she was
looking for, or what she found.

Yeah, easier said than done.
God...

Look, Tammy...

Yeah.

- I think you should stay put.
- No.

No, you can't do this
to me, Pride.

You can't bench me.

You need a profiler
to catch a profiler.

I'm the only one.
I know.

But you can just as easily
do that from here.

Come on.

With NOPD out front,
Sebastian inside,

at least you'll be safe.

Plus, I can remotely access
the squad room from here.

Check city surveillance,
do a digital search for Claire.

Start with the airport,
track her from there.

All right.
Best way for you to help us

is for you to
get into her head.

Understood?

Yeah.
Here's your file.

Thank you.
And get started.

Okay.

Looks like Loretta
might have found something.

Chris, you're with me.

We got you.

Do not let her
out of your sight.

Tammy should be concerned.

I'm concerned, considering
what that monster did

to this poor woman,
and all the other women, too.

Don't worry, we're not gonna
let anything happen to Gregorio.

Her place is surrounded
by NOPD.

Plus, Sebastian's right there
by her side.

Still, the sooner I can
help you find

this Professor McDermott,
the better.

Why we're here.
You said you found something.

Yeah.
Tammy was right.

Looking at all ten victims,
including Commander Kendrick,

I found evidence that shows
that each one was tortured

with the same tools,

including a very
specific scalpel.

Specific in what way?

Each surgical scalpel has
a distinctive purpose to it.

The killer used one that was
intended for long incisions.

It's leaf-shaped, curved,

and, in this case, sharpened
on the leading edge only,

which accounts for those
scalloped torture wounds.

Still, if we don't find the
scalpel, it wont help us any.

Only way to do that
is to find Claire

before she gets to Gregorio.

If she still does--

when she does--

she'll probably try
to drug Tammy with Rohypnol.

Roofies?

Yes. I found trace evidence

in each one
of the victims' blood.

She probably drops them
in their drinks,

tranquilizes them
so she can take them

to wherever the hell
she takes them to.

Commander Kendrick was
last seen at a bar.

You're Brooklyn, right?
Yes.

Your friend Tammy just called.
Apologizes for running late.

Enjoy.
Thanks.

You know Tammy?

Tammy Gregorio?

Uh, yeah.
How do you know her?

Former professor.

I actually trained her
at the FBI.

Wait, she's a cop?
I had no idea.

Tammy has a lot
of little secrets.

Trust me.

Mind if I join you
while you wait?

Sure. I'm Brooklyn.

Nice to meet you, Brooklyn.
I'm Claire.

Cheers.

Cheers.

What do you think she gets
out of torturing her victims?

I mean, I'm no profiler,
but it feels like if we can

figure out what Claire
gets out of it, then...

Might be easier to do
if we could figure out

why she brings her victims
to such specific locations.

Yeah, and then goes
all Buffalo Bill on them

when she gets them there.

Who?
Silence of the Lambs?

- Oh, yeah.
- You've never seen Silence of the Lambs?

Isn't that, like,
basic training at the FBI?

No, I don't do
creepy movies.

Okay.

Oh, it's Brooklyn.
She wants me to call her.

Yeah, so call her.

I mean, didn't you say you
were gonna meet up with her?

No, I said I'd try.
Besides, I'm a little busy.

Somebody's trying to kill me.
Remember?

I mean, you're being
a little dramatic.

- Don't you think? Just call her up.

If you don't, I will.

And I'll somehow convince her
to be attracted to me.

Oh?
Yeah.

Hey, it's kind of
a bad time right now,

so maybe we could
hook up later...

Go out onto your balcony.

Otherwise, your lady friend
becomes victim number 11.

You don't really want to be

responsible for her,
too, do you?

Hey, I'm gonna
take this outside.

I'll go outside.
No, no. Relax, I'm fine.

What do you want?

I want to help free you, Tammy.

What does that mean?
I want to talk to Brooklyn.

Only because I have her.

You were gonna
stand her up, weren't you?

Because you can't
let people get too close.

I wonder why.

Lose your partner,
get in your car

and drive, or you will have
one more reason to

never forgive yourself.

Okay.

Hey.

Tammy?

Tammy!

Sebastian.

I never should have let her
out of my sight, okay, I know.

It's just, she was gone
for a couple seconds...

All right, calm down
and tell me what happened.

She got some sort of a text
from this woman-- uh, Brooklyn.

They were supposed
to go out for drinks.

So Tammy called her, she
went out on the balcony

to say that she
couldn't make it,

and the next thing
I know, she's gone.

Well, it has to be Claire.

Must have taken Brooklyn
to get to Gregorio.

And she knew where
Brooklyn was gonna be

from when she was
snooping around.

God, it's...
Why didn't Tammy

tell me that Claire
was on the phone instead?

Or why didn't she give me
some kind of, uh, a signal?

Probably was worried
she might risk

Brooklyn's life if she did.

Claire must have
known that

Gregorio wouldn't take
that risk.

Yeah, well, I tried
tracking Tammy's cell phone

and her car's GPS.

Nothing.
Neither one's working.

Listen to me, Sebastian.

We're gonna
find her.

Okay?
Yeah.

But only if we focus.

Only if we work this

like any other case.

You understand?

Yeah. Okay.

What do you want to do?

The first thing we do
is trust Gregorio.

She's trained,
she knows who she's up against.

She'll do everything
she can to buy us time.

Did you put a BOLO out
on her car?

Only the second
I saw it was gone.

Good. Let's gather up
these files.

Claire's
profile, too. We know

she usually looks for
some psychological connection

to her victims,
which means,

assuming she stays on pattern,
if we can figure out

how Claire thinks she can
connect to Gregorio...

Right. Then, we can figure out
where she's gonna take her.

All right. Just...

Means we got
to profile Tammy, too.

You know, that just feels weird.

It's not if it's the only way
to save her life.

Come on.

Stay on the 90
till you cross the river.

You following me?

All those years training agents,

you don't think I know
how to track somebody?

Just keep driving,
I'll tell you where to turn.

How do I know Brooklyn's
still alive?

Because you're a better
profiler than that.

You know I choose for my girls
for specific reasons.

Besides, I think
you wouldn't want to make

the same mistake twice.

What's that supposed to mean?

Let's just say I found

more than Brooklyn's
phone number in your apartment.

You know what?

You're sick.

You need help.

I read up on you, all right?

I know.

This is not about me!

This is about you, Tammy.

Now, toss your phone
out the window

so your team can't track you.

Go on.

I can see your GPS
is still moving.

Now, you wouldn't want me
to kill Brooklyn over it

and have to live with that,
would you?

I'm listening.

What do you want?

I'm sorry, this-this
just feels really icky.

Did you guys know that Tammy

once called the cops
on her father?

Any luck with that BOLO?

Nah, nothing.

Wherever Claire is taking
Gregorio, she's obviously using

every skill she has
to avoid cameras.

Stay on top of the
alerts, though: NOPD,

LSP, traffic, anything.

I'm on it.
Sebastian,

find anything useful
in Gregorio's profile

on the killer-- on Claire-- yet?

It's just-- it's not
my area of expertise.

I-I'm trying to cross-reference
what we have

on Claire, and the victims,

but honestly, I don't
even know where to start.

I don't, either.
But there's got to be

something meaningful
to Gregorio, right?

Something personal.

Troubled relationship
with your mother,

father abandoned you both,

died while you were in college.

He didn't abuse you,
did he, Tammy?

Look, I'm doing what you ask,
I'm following directions.

I don't need to deal
with this crap.

Got married young,
tried to get away from it all?

That didn't work either,
did it?

Con man husband gets busted,
so you run off and join the FBI,

try to make up for it all.

Ten years later,
your life's a wreck again.

Do you want to know why?

Hey, how about we talk about
you, instead, Claire, huh?

Because we both know
you're a hell of a lot

more screwed up than I am.

Because you're still
running, Tammy.

You are still running
from that day,

and until you stop
and feel the pain,

you're just gonna keep running,

keep being lonely.

Turn left
after the next intersection.

Turn now.

Stop the car at the gate,
start walking.

King, I got something.

Gregorio's license plate

just popped up
on photo enforcement.

She just ran a red light
at Airline Drive and Central

ten minutes ago.

She's leaving us a trail.
Chris, let's move.

Sebastian,
you stay here,

let us know if Gregorio tries
to send us any more signals.

- Hold on, I want to go with you guys.
- I know you do,

but we'll bring her back.

Lift up your shirt.

Slowly.

Turn around.

Want to make sure
you're not carrying.

Where's Brooklyn?

She's safe,
as long as you do what I say.

What are you gonna do,
torture me? Kill me?

No.

I'm gonna free you.

Drink this.

Yeah, I'm not drinking anything

until I see
that Brooklyn's all right.

Drink it.

Would you stop? We both know
you're not gonna shoot me,

because that's not what you do,
but you're gonna have to

if you don't show me
Brooklyn's all right.

Right now.

Hey, it's gonna be okay.

All right? I'll
take care of it.

How do I know you'll let her go?

Because I don't care about her.

You do.

That's why you came.

And you couldn't bear

to run away from somebody
that needed help,

like you did
all those years ago in Hawaii.

Do you remember Hawaii, Tammy?

How do you even know about that?

Clear.

It's Gregorio?

No.

Here, okay. All right, hey.

Hey, it's all right,
we're federal agents.

All right? You okay?

I'm gonna take this off.

Oh, my God, Tammy,
you got to find Tammy.

Tammy, where is she?
Do you know?

Did the same woman
who took you take her?

Yes, and she's gonna kill her.

I know she's gonna kill her.

Wait.

Where am I...?

Don't worry.

- Claire...
- The dizziness and nausea

will wear off; after all,

I need you
clearheaded.

Look, I don't know what
you think you're gonna do to me.

Actually, I know exactly
what I'm going to do to you.

What?

You sick bitch.

Killing me isn't
gonna free me.

This isn't about me,
this is about you,

and whatever demented crap
you get out of it.

Denial is defense.

Denial?!

But there are tools

to break down the walls
we create to protect ourselves

from our deepest pains.

Somebody! Somebody, help me!

Somebody, help me, please!
Nobody can hear you.

I made sure to rent out all the
rooms on this side of the motel.

Motel? What? Why?

To help remind you,

to bring you back
to the pain of that day.

- Please, Claire...
- And since the same area of the body...

Let's just talk.
...are activated...

Let's just talk.
...by both physical...

Claire, please, don't.
...and emotional pain...

Claire! Don't do it, please.

No! Claire!

No! No...!

Sorry, I can't remember much

after I met her at the bar.

But you can ID her, right?

Claire McDermott?

The photo I
showed you?

Yes. Absolutely.

Uh-- oh, it's all right, dear.

This is for under
your fingernails.

I'm just trying to get

any evidence I can
to help Agent Pride

find Tammy.

I know you've been
through a lot,

but if you saw anything,

or heard anything while
you were with Claire,

where she took you, where
she might be taking Tammy?

I woke up in the trunk.

She told me not to make
a sound, or she'd kill me.

Still, if there's
anything that you can remember,

i-it'll help,
regardless of

how insignificant
you might think.

Um...

I-I saw some... plastic sheeting

in the trunk,

and gray tape.

Anything else?

Brooklyn, Tammy left
Agent Pride a signal before.

That's how he was able
to find you.

We're hoping

she might've left

another sign,

said something.

Claire said something to Tammy.

A-About Hawaii.

Hawaii. What about Hawaii?

I don't know.

But it sounded like maybe
something had happened

to Tammy a long time ago.

Uh... She said,
?Remember Hawaii.?

D-Does that
mean anything?

We might have something.

Excuse me.

So we went through the
case files of all the victims

trying to find something
personal that connects them,

like what Tammy talking about.
- Which got us thinking,

she also said Claire takes
her victims to places

that mean something to them.
- And?

Well, our Navy pilot,
Commander Kendrick,

she was killed
at a remote farmhouse.

Yeah, and five years ago,
she was flying a C-130

that had to make an
emergency landing.

She crashed
into a farmhouse.

Seven sailors survived,
but three didn't.

And even though
the Navy cleared her

of any wrongdoing...
She still blamed herself.

Yeah, she's not
the only one, either.

Each and every one
of the victims

had some traumatic event
happen in their past, too.

And each one of the murders
was in the locations

that matched where their
traumas took place.

So, what? Claire's trying
to somehow force her victims

to face their past by torturing
and killing them?

I'm guessing that has more to do

with Claire than
with her victims.

More importantly, she must know
whatever happened

in Gregorio's past that's haunting her.
- Yeah, and if we can

figure that out, we might
be able to find her,

but we're running out of time.
Any idea what it could be?

We got to get back
to that apartment.

Why are you fighting
this so hard?

You know you're only
hurting yourself.

The physical pain is meant
to reveal the inner pain,

all you have to do is face it.

You're the only one
who's not facing it.

No matter what I say,
no matter what you make me say,

nothing will
stop the pain

you're running from.

Really?

Yeah.

I read your file.

I profiled you, too.

Daddy beat you
one too many times, huh?

Kindly Dr. McDermott
wasn't so kindly.

April 24, 1991,

somebody stabbed your
father and killed him.

Wasn't you, was it,
now, Claire?

Is that why you
do what you do?

Is that why you
hurt innocent people?

Because that son of
a bitch hurt you?

God!

This is about what you
are running from, Tammy.

What you're not facing.

Not me.

Now let's talk about
July 12, 1998,

shall we?

Let's talk about what you did--

or, rather, didn't do--
in Maui that day.

I can't find anything about
Hawaii anywhere, can you?

Not yet. We just got
to keep looking.

I hate to bring
it up, King,

but, uh, what if we're
wrong about Claire?

And what if Brooklyn didn't
remember things correctly?

We could lose Gregorio.

All right, no, I...

I can't let that happen, okay?
So there's-there's

there's got to be an answer here
somewhere.

Okay. Okay.

Scrapbook.

Where's the scrapbook?

What're you talking about,
Sebastian?

When I came here
to pick up Tammy for the case,

I was looking through
this-this pink scrapbook

and it had pictures
of Hawaii in it.

She-she whipped it
out of my hands,

says it wasn't
any of my business

and then she put it right there,

and it's gone.

Well, maybe Claire took it.

Or maybe she hid it,

where we couldn't find it
in time. Here it is.

Yes, that's it.

But what would
Claire want with this?

Looks like Gregorio
from high school.

Yeah, with a friend, too.

Look, all these ones
are her and a friend.

Andrea Ortiz.
Says Andrea was abducted

and murdered while
vacationing in Hawaii

with her family and best friend,
Tammy Gregorio.

She kept all the articles
during the investigation.

Look, Andrea was
found in a motel,

but the killer was never caught.

Yeah, well, looks like Tammy
never stopped looking.

Because somehow
she blames herself...

and now, Claire knows it.

Look at Andrea.

Look at her.

Leave me alone.

This is what you've been
running from, Tammy,

for your whole life. This is why
you can't let anybody in.

This is why you
don't deserve it.

Say it, Tammy, let it go.
Say it.

Why didn't you
do something?

I didn't know.

What didn't you know?

We went out.

And I didn't tell our parents.

And she met a guy
and left with him.

And you let her?

I should've told her parents.
I should've done something.

But I was afraid,
I was afraid

we'd get in trouble. I do...

I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry.

Andrea, I'm so sorry.

Forgive me.

Good girl, Tammy.

Now you're truly free.

Oh, my God...

I'm sorry, Claire.

I hope we're right.

Claire takes her
victims to locations

that match their
trauma, best we got.

Yeah, and since Tammy's friend
was found in a motel in Maui.

Let's fan out.
Top floor, lower right.

I got the car.

Gregorio, no! No, no, no.
Let her go. Let her go.

Let her go, let her go, let go.
I'm gonna kill you!

It's over. You're okay.

You're okay.
You're okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're... you're okay.

You're okay. We got you.

We got you. We got you.
Okay, okay.

Hand her over to the
marshals, it's federal.

Copy that.

Gonna take Gregorio some time
to get over this.

We'll give her as much time
as she needs.

Think she'll
be all right?

I think... she helped
bring down a serial killer.

Might not make up for
what she didn't do,

as far as she's concerned,
but it's close.

All right. I got it.
Come on in here.

Easy, easy.

You don't have to baby me,
Sebastian.

Oh, really?

'Cause, honestly,
I feel like you're lucky

to be walking right now,
let alone breathing...

Stop being
so dramatic.

Okay, you know what,
let's just...

let's go over
to the couch here.

There we go.
Ah...

Yup, easy.

Okay, let's get
the feet up.

Easy, easy.
Yup, oh, yeah.

And I'm gonna order some food.
What do you want?

Okay. Uh...
How 'bout some oysters?

Fried oysters,
let's live a little.

You want fried oysters
delivered to the...

Yeah, okay, sure.
Yeah.

No, let's do it.
That sounds awesome.

Uh, I know the guy
who owns Acme Oysters.

I could text him.
He'll probably deliver.

Yeah? Great.
Yeah.

Well... You're not going
anywhere, are you?

You gonna keep me company?

Hang out?
Are you kidding? Yeah.

You're stuck with me, Gregorio,
whether you like it or not.

Ah...
I'm sorry.

Okay.

What?
I don't know.

Just... thank you
for kicking my ass

and being there for me.

Oh, my God.
What?

You're getting mushy

right now.

Maybe.
Yeah?

Wow. Here. Let's watch a movie.

'Kay.

It's a blanket.

All right, what do you think?
Silence of the Lambs?

Sebastian.

You're right. We should
probably watch Seven.

No.

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