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You look nice.

Are you having dinner with us?

No, I'm meeting Bella in the city.

She got reservations to a
trendy new place in Soho.

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You look fancy.

But you missed a
couple of buttons there.

- Where you going?
- Girls' night.

Oh, but no drinking, right?

Love you.

What... what...

What's happening to me?

What is... I... I can't move.

I can't...

You look so pretty...

and so sexy.

I can't wait...

to see you die.

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- Yeah.

Detective Tom Shay, Major Case Unit.

Getting a lot of heat on this.

Brass wants answers, I
don't know what to tell them.

This is the third young
woman we've found like this

with her face made up.

Are you saying we have a
serial killer out there?

Name's Chrissy Bugasi.

Turned 20 three days ago.

Lived with her parents in Mount Vernon.

What about the other two victims?

Lauren Eustace, 22.

Found her in Riverside
Park eight weeks ago.

Then we have Chloe Mark, 19.

We found her in Inwood
Park three weeks ago.

And now this.

What about physical appearance?

All pretty similar.

Young, attractive, brunette.

Same build.

And when we found them
they looked just like that.

So since it's a serial,
you guys can take the lead.

- If you want it.
- We'll take it.

Great, I'll get the evidence
transferred to your lab ASAP.

Uh, excuse me?

Take some photos of the
looky-loos, but be discreet.

Don't let them know you're doing it.

- Sure.
- Thanks.

What are you doing?

Serials tend to return
to the scene to watch.

No, I'm talking about taking the lead

without talking to Dana first.

I'm sorry I didn't
run this by you first,

but this monster raped,

strangled, and then
posed three young women.

He is smart, he's
organized, and he's evil.

Worse, he's escalating.

Do you have any idea
how much of our budget

you've just committed to this case?

No.

Neither do I. That's the problem.

I don't know any SAC who
wouldn't have you suspended.

But I trust you.

I trust your judgment.

So when you say he's escalating,

what do you mean?

His cooling-off period after
his first kill was five weeks.

His second kill was three weeks.

I mean, the clock is shrinking.

So he's gonna kill again soon.

Let's get to work.

And, Maggie...

If you ask for the ball,

better make the shot.

All right, first up on the docket,

a serial killer hungry for prey.

Three dead bodies thus far.

We're looking for a
nexus among the victims.

We know he has a physical type,
but did they know each other?

Are they connected in some way,

or is he an
equal-opportunity executioner

stalking and killing without prejudice?

Let's work, people.

Given the sophistication
of these crimes...

the elaborate production,
posing... the chance that

these three victims are the
only ones is slim to none.

I agree. Hey, we need to run the
MO and victimology through VICAP.

Already did that. There are no hits.

Run it again and don't
use makeup or posing.

Did that, too. We came up with
1,250 hits on that search.

It's obviously too
broad. We need more data.

Okay, so good news is ERT
found Chrissy Bugasi's cell.

It was tossed in the bushes about
a 100 yards from the crime scene.

- Ian will have it soon.
- Great.

Bad news is, uh, Deputy Mayor Carver

is waiting for you in your office.

Good luck.

Lynn, good to see you.

You should have called.

I met with the mayor.

He's very concerned
about this serial case.

We are, too.

Specifically, he's concerned
with the flow of information.

I understand.

I'll make sure your office
gets updates regularly.

I know you've worked
serial cases before,

but not here. It's different.

This is the media capital of the world,

and the New York media can't
get enough of these stories.

They like to turn these
horrific murders into theater,

into entertainment.

I get it.

I'll do my best to control the message.

Great, I appreciate it.

Cause of death was
ligature strangulation,

same as the other two victims.

Damage to the hyoid bones
indicates extreme pressure.

This section of the
ligature mark is darker.

Good eye, that's caused by the pinching

of a retracting ligature.

"Retracting." Like
a... like a pole snare?

Animal snares use cable.

This was flat.

She doesn't have any defensive wounds.

And none of the typical
trauma of a sexual assault,

just like the others.

He drugs them, doesn't he?

Chrissy tested positive for Vecuronium.

It's medically available.
Used in surgery.

There was no mention of Vecuronium

in the prior victims' lab results.

It's nearly undetectable
in the body after six hours,

but once I found it in
Chrissy I went back and tested

the other two for trace amounts.

- Mm-hmm.
- Both were positive.

Well, at least they were unconscious

- for the worst part.
- Yeah.

Unfortunately, no.
Vecuronium isn't a sedative.

It's a paralytic.

They were paralyzed

but fully conscious
of what was going on.

Ready?

I see the stories on TV
about all the awful things

that can happen to young people,

and I'd thank the Lord

that nothing like that
ever happened to our family.

And now it's happened to us.

I'm sorry. I know this is hard.

We do need to ask some questions.

Can you tell me about
Chrissy's social life?

- Was she dating anyone?
- She didn't date.

Chrissy was 20 years old.

If you're implying that

my daughter brought this upon herself...

They're not, Louis.

Do you know why Chrissy
went into the city

the night she disappeared?

She was having dinner with a girlfriend

at some fancy restaurant in Soho.

Um, she wasn't in Soho last night.

How do you know?

We retrieved her phone, and
based on the radio signals,

it appears she was never
south of 14th Street.

Are you saying she lied to us?

Yes, uh, I'm afraid I am.

Was there anyone in Chrissy's life

who concerned you or her?

A few months back,
she... she ran into a boy

she... she went to grade school with.

They became friends,

but, he, um, developed feelings for her.

She tried to let him down gently,

but it went badly.

He made threats,

so she broke off their friendship.

When was that?

Last week.

Do you have a name for this guy?

Tim Shaughnessy.

She said he worked for
the Parks Department.

Why would I hurt Chrissy?

I wanted to date her.

'Cause she blew you off?

Yeah, well, most girls blow me off.

Then why were you threatening her?

I wasn't threatening her.
I was being persistent.

I liked her, you know?

But she kept telling me
that she wasn't allowed

to date people that
didn't go to her church.

And then I found out

that she was using some dating app,

hanging out with all
these dudes from the city,

so I got upset.

Look, I don't know what
she's been telling you,

but whatever it is, I didn't do it.

She was found dead this morning.

Uh...

I... I can't believe it.

Do you know someone by
the name of Lauren Eustace?

No.

What about a Chloe Mark?

Where were you last night?

You think I killed her?

Are you insane?

Um, I was shooting pool

at a place on 24th.

The Pearl.

I... I left at 3:00 a.m.

Then where'd you go?

Home.

I... I share an apartment
with three friends in Brooklyn.

I... I'm sure the building
has lots of video cameras.

We'll be sure to check.

You said that she was
on some dating app.

What was the name of it?

Hey, Jubal.

Hey, uh, Pearl confirmed his alibi.

He was there till 3:00 a.m.

And we have video of him
entering his apartment

at 3:27 a.m.

Did you find the dating app? ApplePie?

Uh, for wholesome,
All-American next-door types?

Yeah, I found it.

It was, uh, hidden
in her utilities icon.

I went back and I checked
the other victims' cellphones,

and they were both on ApplePie, too.

That could be the
connection we're looking for.

Yep.

Can you dig into Chrissy's account?

See who she was communicating with?

I can't get past her profile page.

This app uses closed source encryption.

Without the encryption
key, it'll take time.

Well, then you'd better get to it.

What do we know about
this ApplePie dating app?

Well, aside from the privacy
and security features,

the only thing unique about
it is the personality survey.

Really? Isn't that standard?

Well, surveys are standard,

but accessibility to
other users' answers isn't.

And you just know this
off the top of your head?

Don't judge me.

"How would your family react

if they found out you
were using ApplePie"?

Chrissy answered D, "They
must never learn of this."

Pull up the other victims' surveys.

Okay.

They all answered D.

Makes sense.

These families are all
religious conservatives,

so the killer knew the women
wouldn't share information

- or talk about the date.
- Hmm.

Okay, let's cross-reference
"unsolved homicides"...

"Strict religious families,"
"internet dating"...

"and ApplePie."

We don't just have three victims.

We have ten.

All ten victims were
in their 20s, brunette.

They came from religious families.

They used the ApplePie dating app.

They met someone in
Manhattan for a date,

and they were strangled
shortly thereafter.

Were the others made
up and posed as well?

No, just the last three.

So his signature's
evolving. That's unusual.

And the dump sites are moving
closer and closer to Manhattan.

The first victim was
dumped 87 miles away,

the next was 73, and the
one after that was 55.

At first, serial killers
are hyper-vigilant.

They don't want to implicate themselves.

And with each kill, they
become more confident

and less vigilant,

and they begin to drop
bodies closer to home.

Which is why the last
three are more elaborate.

This guy's feeling more
and more invulnerable.

Okay, so we just got the files back

- from the dating site?
- Yeah?

Founder used a lot of
encryption software,

but, uh, once we got
past it, we found out

that all inter-client communications

are automatically deleted
once the user logs out.

Technically, they're unrecoverable.

But luckily, we are the FBI

and nothing is unrecoverable, right?

What is it?

Mayor's office doesn't want to go public

with seven new victims.

and I quote,

"Without more evidence,
we think it's reckless

"to tell the public
that a single individual

"is responsible for all ten murders.

ADIC Fritz and the
Deputy Director concur."

Guess I'm gonna have to
rewrite my press comments.

Sorry, what?

Dana's the SAC. We're the FBI.

- Don't we make the calls?
- No, not that simple.

Mayor of New York has a lot of power,

a lot of important friends in D.C.,

including the director of the FBI.

Like it or not, we
have to work together.

Yes, I can confirm that this morning

the NYPD requested FBI
forensics assistance

on several unsolved homicides.

As these are ongoing investigations,

the Bureau cannot make
a comment at this time.

- Thank you.
- Dana's good.

She's being handcuffed
by the Mayor's office

and the boys in D.C.

- She has no choice.
- Okay.

Looks like the three
victims found in Manhattan

were contacted by the same person.

But who he is or what they said,

that'll take more time.

It's Dana.

The killer just sent a
letter to the "New York Post."

She wants to meet in
the conference room now.

"I am the Apex and I am here."

"Through bridge and tunnel,
I play with objects I love

and make them smile."

This is a bunch of
narcissistic nonsense.

It is, but publishing it
might increase our chances

of finding him.

Someone might recognize
the language or the content

and contact us.

It's how we caught the Unabomber.

I get it, but we're not gonna
give this idiot more publicity.

What if the publicity
helps us get a new lead?

Since the news of the
three strangled girls broke,

there's been an 18% spike
in hotel cancellations.

There is no need to
add fuel to the fire.

With all due respect,
that's not our concern.

It's tourist season.

People come here to go to the Met,

see "Hamilton," walk
through Central Park.

Not worry about getting
murdered by a maniac

hunting down young brunettes.

Agreed, so isn't it
better to find the killer?

Stop him from doing this?

I'll be happy to call the Mayor

and explain the merits
of publishing this letter.

There's no need. We're not publishing.

The Mayor has spoken
to the Deputy Director.

They've already made their decision.

Then why the hell did you
bother to come down here?

I'm just trying to be polite.

Really?

Let me tell you something,
it is not always that simple.

So if you would excuse us,
we need to get back to work

to find this damn serial killer.

Not because it is hurting
the city's occupancy rates,

but because he is
killing innocent women.

Where were we?

"I play with objects I
love and make them smile.

"With shadow and light, I
expose your source of terror.

You cannot stop me.
This is my birthright."

The "smile" makeup application

wasn't released to the press,
so it's gotta be him, right?

Grammar, punctuation, syntax indicate

that he's an educated
white male trying hard

to sound even more educated.

When the press starts writing about him,

he wants to be called the Apex Killer...

probably 'cause he thinks it's cool.

That's why he wrote the letter.

And some of these phrases are not his.

"Play with objects I
love," "source of terror,"

they're Carl Jung.

The son of a bitch
picks his victims wisely.

He knew all ten girls
wouldn't talk about

their little walk on the wild side

with their families.

Can't believe going on a date
is a walk on the wild side.

The Apex profile we worked up.

I want you to distribute it

to all the law enforcement agencies

in the tri-state area.

I like where you're going with this.

But if we go wide with this information,

somebody is going to leak it.

Exactly, and when they do
the "Post" will go to press

with the letter before
someone scoops them.

Nice.

In the meantime, let's
dig into evidence we have

- and see what we can act on.
- Got it.

Hey, guys?

I think I found something.

'Kay.

These are Chrissy Bugasi's
crime scene photos.

NYPD crime scene photos from this year.

What do you see?

The Apex's photos...
content notwithstanding...

are prettier.

Mm-hmm.

Nine more random crime scene photos,

all taken from different agencies.

Wow.

Yeah, the Apex photos are
definitely more composed.

He selects the location
and time based on light.

He selects the girls based on looks.

He poses them. He puts makeup on them.

He's acting like a photographer.

We just got a response
to the Apex profile.

Jersey cop saw the profile,
called in a suspect.

Edward Praeger. He's a plastic surgeon.

He was accused of
drugging and assaulting

young brunette women.

A surgeon would definitely
have access to Vecuronium.

- Mm-hmm.
- Exactly.

Oh, the father of one of
the victims, Jim Eustace,

is in the conference room.
He wants to talk to one of you two.

I'll take it.

Mr. Eustace.

- I'm Special Agent Maggie Bell.
- I called the NYPD.

They gave me the runaround,

told me they weren't
working the case anymore.

Right, we've taken the lead.

And you don't tell anyone?
You don't reach out?

I'm sorry, somebody
should have called you

and let you know what was going on.

Well, here I am. Tell me.

I can't.

It's an ongoing investigation.

All I can really say to you is that...

You're doing the best you can.

That's all the NYPD said, too.

You know what those words mean?

Nothing. It's insulting.

- Mr. Eustace...
- I don't sleep.

I... I don't eat.

Lauren was all I had,

and now the only thing I got left

is finding the monster who did this.

That... that's all I think about.

I understand you're a man of faith.

I am.

Then you know where Lauren is.

That she's okay.

Do you have faith?

I try.

I guess your job doesn't help.

Actually, it's the opposite.

Every... every time we
get a dangerous criminal

off of the street, or every time I get

to deliver justice for a victim,

it restores my faith.

Mr. Eustace...

I promise you, I will find the man

who took your daughter from you.

Maggie?

Uh, you're busy.

I'll let you go.

And thank you.

You got an address for Praeger?

Yeah, let's roll.

Did you just promise
him what I think you did?

Delivery! Doorman sent me in!

Wrong apartment.

Delivery for "Dr. Praeger"?

You gotta sign for it.

Doorman's not supposed to just...

FBI.

- What the hell are you doing?
- We've got right.

Clear team, south side, let's go.

- Left side.
- Upstairs.

Don't move.

- Hey, bag his phone.
- Yes, ma'am.

Find any hard drives, tablets...

anything and everything
that might have a photo.

Thumb drives, firewire,
paper... let's grab it all.

We've got the lower level.
We're headed down now.

Could you watch the hands, please?

I'm a surgeon.

Polaroid.

An original.

Don't worry, Doc.

Something tells me you won't
be doing any more surgeries.

What am I being charged with?

We're gonna get to that,

but first I need to verify some facts.

We found these photos
on your hard drive.

Is this one of your patients?

Did you sedate her before
you took this photo?

All right, clearly you
don't want to discuss this,

so I'm just gonna get right to it.

It's a picture.

What do you want to know?

Why you painted the smile on her face

before you killed her.

I would like to call my attorney.

This guy can lawyer up all
he wants, he's good for it.

- He's not.
- What?

His DNA does not match
the DNA on the victim.

So why does he have a polaroid
of one of the victims?

He has a polaroid of one of the victims

with the real killer's DNA on it.

The lab found a second DNA profile
on the photograph.

Positive match to the Apex Killer.

So these degenerates are friends?

What, they're just
sitting around swapping

disgusting photos with each other?

Well, either way, it's clear
Praeger knows the identity

of the Apex Killer, so
when that lawyer shows up,

you two are gonna
convince him to cooperate.

The photos we found on
your client's hard drive

will put him in prison
for 20, maybe 30 years.

Save the speech.

We just want to know what kind of deal

you're willing to offer.

AUSA will recommend a downward departure

on sentencing guidelines.

You're looking at 15 years...

If you cooperate.

What do you want to know?

I want to know who gave you this photo.

Don't know his name. I met him at Hedon.

"Hedon"?

It's a sex club.

High-end, members only.

He's there all the time.

And the polaroid?

One night, we got talking,

and it turns out that we're both into...

well, photos.

A week later, he brought
me one of his favorites,

and the next time I brought
him one of mine, so on.

That's how I got the polaroid.

Hmm.

Do you recognize anybody in these photos

taken at the last crime scene?

The guy who gave me the
polaroid had brown hair.

I... I can't be 100%...

this cap is sort of throwing me...

but... but that might be him.

The one with the cellphone.

Okay, so I held up my end of the deal.

You're gonna talk to AUSA, right?

Yeah, but not until you
take us to that sex club

and ID the man that
gave you the polaroid.

Backup is in place.

All right, we're going in.

Good luck.

And uh, try not to touch anything.

Hey, how's it going?

I, uh, have some
friends with me tonight.

Thanks.

- Here.
- They have visitor passes?

The "V" is for voyeur. Put them on.

Anywhere that says "members only"

you're not allowed.

Unless you want to participate.

Okay, Jubal, we're in.

All good.

- Do you see him?
- Nope.

Oh, there he is.

Uh, don't... don't turn
around, he's looking this way.

- Where?
- Straight back by the bar.

OA, he's on your seven.

Take Praeger, circle
back, and get behind him.

Hey, Jubal, we have a possible.

Stand by.

Hey, you're not
supposed to be down here.

- I'm looking for a friend.
- You're coming with me.

Get off me!

- Hey!
- I'm the FBI...

I'm FBI!

I got this, get him!

Jubal, there's a third exit in the club.

- It's by the construction site.
- You sure?

There's nothing in the building records.

Yeah, well, I just used it.

- Apex?
- He's gone.

There, that's the man Praeger ID'd.

Okay, let's see.

Got him.

His name is Robert Burke IV.

Burke?

Well, that'll complicate things.

Why do I recognize that name?

I don't know, you ever
driven down 6th Avenue

between 46th and 51st?

Probably, why?

Robert Burke owns it.

Or, more accurately, his family does.

Burke's one of the largest real
estate owners in Manhattan.

We strongly believe

Robert Burke is the Apex Killer.

You see that skyline?
Burke's family owns 4% of it.

Money like that is what we
in the business like to call

"a flight risk."

To prevent him from leaving the country,

we've put out a BOLO on him
and we're watching every exit.

That's right. The Port Authority
is covering Penn Station,

New York Transit's got Grand Central.

and FBI will take JFK, LaGuardia,

and the private airports on the island.

He's not in his Manhattan apartment.

His car is still in the garage.

We have agents sitting on
both in case he shows up.

We got anything off his
cell, ATM, credit card?

Uh, he turned off his
cellphone so we can't track it,

and he hasn't been
using his credit cards.

Right, so he's clever.
Well, you know what?

We have bigger and better toys

than even the well-heeled Mr. Burke.

Let's find him!

What else do we know about
Burke, other than he's rich?

He went to Exeter and then Princeton.

He graduated with a 3.9 GPA.

On paper, Burke's a hell of a guy.

His ex-wife might have a
different opinion, though.

Called for divorce three months ago.

Really?

Just before he started
dumping victims in Manhattan.

Maybe his divorce
triggered the escalation.

- Right.
- Bring her in.

Okay.

I haven't heard from
Robert in three months,

but I read the "Post."

Those murdered girls.

It's him, isn't it?

What... what makes you say that?

People always told me
Robert wasn't normal,

but I was in love.

To me, he was just eccentric.

He wasn't trapped by
people's expectations of him.

I see.

That's what made him interesting.

Right.

Why did you divorce him?

I started to see what
everyone had been saying.

That he was odd?

More like sick and twisted.

I haven't told anyone this.

Three months ago...

he drugged me, and I'm his wife.

He did certain things to me...

He took pictures.

You found them?

He showed them to me at
breakfast the next morning.

He didn't even think it was weird.

He just kept saying
how beautiful I looked.

How great the light was.

How cinematic the photos were.

I filed for divorce...

that afternoon.

Do you know where he might be?

Do you know where he would go

if he thought he was in trouble?

His family has a farm in Far Hills,

a house in Greenwich,

a summer place in South Hampton.

Do you think he prefers
one over the other?

No, not really, but
you guys are the FBI.

Can't you just break
in and search the place?

Not without evidence.

But right now, all we have is a theory.

Has he been to your new apartment?

He came to the lobby once
to deliver an apology letter.

Do you still have it?

Yeah, my lawyer told me to hold onto it.

Good news, there was
saliva on the envelope.

We did a rush DNA
analysis and it's a match

- to the DNA found on the last three victims.
- Yes.

I'll get you a search
warrant for his home address.

And for the other
three family properties.

Okay.

Federal agents!

FBI!

To your right, rotate to your right.

Up topside, topside. Coming up.

Criss-cross, criss-cross.

- Contact!
- FBI! Hands up!

No!

Robert Burke, is he here?

N-no, I... no, he's not here!

I don't know where he is!
I'm just his cleaning lady!

Okay, please escort her out.

Ma'am, this way.

Hey, OA.

His ApplePie account is open.

Tell me we can access
his message history.

Just the last one.

How did he get in here

without our surveillance
team spotting him?

He didn't. Linked with his cellphone.

Shygurl1990.

"I'm so excited to finally
meet you face to face."

He replied, "Me, too, see you soon."

That was 40 minutes ago.

He's meeting up with his next victim.

All right, so it looks
like Burke sent the DM

from his Midtown office and
then turned off his cell,

so we can't track it.

We're still trying to ID shygurl1990,

but so far no luck.

I'm hoping that maybe she got cold feet

and never showed up for the date.

All right, listen up, everybody.

There's a good chance
that Burke has drugged

his latest victim and is en route

to a secondary location,
where he has the privacy

to begin his killing ritual.

That's right, we've got eyes on all

the family's residential properties.

We've got five-man
Special Operation groups

at each site... Far Hills,
Greenwich, and South Hampton.

We've also got agents stationed

outside Burke's apartment and office.

Uh, but we cannot count
on Burke showing up

to any of these, so
where else might he go?

Let's dig deep.

What is it?

You kicked in Robert Burke's door.

You're damn right, we did.

- Based on what?
- DNA.

DNA from a letter left with a doorman.

There's no chain of custody.

We can't legally prove the
DNA actually belongs to Burke.

This monster just grabbed another girl,

and you and I are standing here
discussing chain of custody?

Until you physically swab his mouth,

he is a person of interest.

You can surveille, or detain,
or execute a search warrant.

No-knock searches are off-limits.

If someone doesn't open the door,

or if somebody is not home, you wait.

Who the hell do you
think you're talking to?

I am conveying the
position of the Mayor.

And you know how he does business.

Got it.

It's a bunch of crap, huh?

A lot of eyes on this
one, so we have to proceed

with caution and check all the boxes.

Yeah, tell that to the
parents of shygurl1990.

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I think Burke is here in Manhattan.
- Yeah?

It's part of his elitist,
old money ego trip.

Look.

He thinks that he's a photographer.

You know, he poses some of his victims

and he... he makes sure that
the lighting is just right.

He's gotta have some sort of studio.

You know, a personal
space where it's private

and he feels comfortable
enough to be this creative.

Or where he plays with
the objects he loves.

Check his credit card.

See if he purchased any photo equipment.

Cameras, lenses.

Oh, okay, it looks like
he picked up something

called negative scanners.

That sounds like photo equipment.

Seems like he purchased two
in 2016 for $25,000 apiece,

and they were delivered to
a 258 Mott Street address.

It's a commercial building.

I mean, I can track the owner
but it will take some time.

Well, we don't have time. Go.

And, OA, we have a lot
of eyes on us right now,

so we need you to wear a body cam, okay?

Okay.

You hear that?

Yeah, you're right. He's here.

Hey, Dana, we're outside Burke's studio.

There's music playing inside.
I think someone's here.

Dana, we talked about this.

Maggie, knock. Identify yourself.

If he answers, execute
the search warrant.

- Sorry, you want me to knock?
- You heard me.

Robert Burke, this is the FBI!

We have a warrant to
search your premises!

Robert Burke, this is the FBI!

Dana, he's not answering,
but there's somebody in there.

Dana?

Dana, you said don't ask for the ball

unless I can make the shot.

Maggie, it's more complicated.

All due respect, it's not.

Please, give me the green light.

You got it.

You kick that damn door down now.

Oh, God.

Let her go.

Robert, it's over.

Let her go now.

I am...

the Apex.

Talk to me.

Okay.

You're gonna be okay. You're okay.

We got her, she's okay.

Oh, thank God.

Call an ambo now.

It's okay.

Congratulations.

The Mayor's having a
press conference tomorrow.

He wants you to join.

Oh, sorry, can't.

I have work to do.

I'm guessing he won't mind

being on that stage all by himself.

That was a big risk you took,

kicking down the door,
violating his order.

The bigger risk would have been

not kicking down that door.

I appreciate your transparency, Dana.

It's a very rare attribute.

Especially around here.

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