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Previously on Cross...

I need the key to your safety deposit box in Houston.

Who are you?

-Whoa... -Are you asking

because you don't know what you've done to deserve this or because

you have committed so many evil acts over the course of your life

that you can't figure out which ghost has come back to haunt you?

Elle is good people.

You've been trying to win her over for a year and a half

and you still in the friend zone.

-Could you ever forgive me? -I already have.

But that doesn't mean I can be with you, Alex.

Are you familiar with Lance Durand,

Crestbrook Industries? Someone's trying to kill him.

This is the only thing we found

that we thought might matter from a speaking engagement a year ago.

Whoever that was was next to me yesterday,

close enough to put the fingers in the box.

Which is why I made the decision

-to have Nat put on your team. -Look at this.

He never takes his left hand

out of his pocket, even when he needs it.

Because he's missing fingers.

-You know a LaDonna Duvernay? -No. Why?

-She asked for you by name. -I'm your mother.

You're not gonna be able to stop this gun investigation,

but maybe you can do something about who they find at the end of it.

♪ Where is the love? ♪

♪ Where is the love? ♪

♪ Where is the love? ♪

♪ Where is the love? ♪

♪ Where is the love? ♪

♪ Where is the love? ♪

Cereal?

Nana had to go to Virginia to help a friend.

You have your phone?

Yes.

And no.

Just one emoji.

You already sent "just one emoji" last night.

If you want to keep texting gap-toothed Jamal,

just wait till you get your own phone.

I don't know when that's gonna be.

I just want to say good morning.

You texted him once, he didn't respond.

You can't just send another one.

How does that make you look?

Plus, you're not gonna be texting boys on this thing anyway, right?

Is that...?

No Insta, no TikTok

and no texting boys.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Wait.

I thought we were gonna go shopping with Elle.

She, uh... well, she got... she got busy with work.

Uh, but she told me

to tell you that this is the very best one.

Now, we're gonna set it up tonight.

But right now, grab your stuff. Principal Brock is gonna give you a ride.

-Yo, what's up, Marty? -Good morning. How you doing?

Yo, come on in. I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.

-Appreciate this. -You know how we do it at Hillcrest.

We're a village.

-Good morning Mr. Brock. -Hey. Don't you guys look great?

Good morning, king. Good morning, queen.

Hey. Be a leader.

Did you ever see pirates, Cousin Manny?

No. Thank God.

Men who would try to take a container ship

with a couple of dinky boats?

That kind of desperate you don't want to mess with.

I'd much rather be here with you kids, skipping school.

-Yeah! -All right!

-Are you gonna be here today? -Hey, now,

it's one thing for kids to miss school.

Banks, I know, can be a little bit more uptight.

Yeah, he's right.

-Mommy has to go. -Daddy can stay.

It's about time we really got to know each other.

What do you say we walk your mommy out, huh, Kenzo?

-Yeah. -We won't want her to be late, will we?

Listen, take care of your sister.

-Okay. -You listen to me...

Picture time.

And I want big smiles.

-Cheese. -Cheese.

All right. Why don't you go finish your breakfast,

-huh, lil' man? -Okay. Bye, Mom.

Perfect.

She'll be able to recognize you right off with that.

I'm begging you,

-please don't hurt them, please. -Hey, hey.

-Listen to me. -Please.

This deal is real simple.

And I trust you to keep up your end, Beverly. I do.

And you can trust me to keep your family safe.

Get them tears out your eyes,

and get your mind right.

You can do this.

Good. Now get.

You've reached Agent Craig. Leave a message.

Kayla. I'm thinking that we should question Lance's assistant separately.

She might have a lot more to say without her boss standing right there.

-So... -Nana?

-Alex? -I'll... Kitchen!

Anyway, uh, hit me back when you get this.

-Hey, what's up, John? -Where's Nana?

Oh, she had to go out of town.

Her friend was in an accident.

What's up, man? You hungry?

We doing Honeycombs.

No, I didn't stop by to eat.

I ain't been sleeping, man.

I'm trying to figure out

why Nana would lie about my mother being dead.

Well, look, I-I don't want to speak for her, but...

uh, maybe she thought it was better, you not knowing.

Me not knowing the truth?

She got to explain that to me.

There's one piece I still been wondering about.

Did you know?

How long?

How long, Sugar?

Sin-Since we were kids.

♪ If the sky were to fall ♪

♪ I'd be the first to call ♪

♪ Some of us ♪

♪ some of us are brave ♪

♪ Peace and love to the ones who give praise ♪

♪ Take a bow as the light hits the face ♪

♪ See me now ♪

♪ I'm loud and proud ♪

♪ And to those who fear leads them to hate ♪

♪ Oh, what a pity to be locked in that place ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ you see me, though ♪

♪ Some of us ♪

♪ some of us are brave ♪♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ and my ♪

♪ shadow ♪

♪ Not a soul ♪

♪ to tell my ♪

♪ troubles to ♪

♪ And when it's ♪

♪ twelve o'clock ♪

♪ we climb the stair ♪

♪ We never knock ♪

♪ because there's nobody there ♪

Oh, shit.

♪ Just me ♪

♪ and my ♪

♪ shadow ♪

♪ All alone and ♪

♪ feeling blue ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ and my ♪

♪ shadow ♪♪

What?

It's not an easy situation.

We didn't think she'd ever come back.

Stop. Not here, not now.

Fair. But at some point, you got to hear me out.

Nana and I were just trying to protect you...

I heard everything I need to hear, all right? Both of y'all lied,

and now you sitting here trying to act like that's okay.

Look, I know you're mad, but you might want to ask who you're really mad at...

the woman who raised you, your best friend

-since you were eight years old. -Nah. Nah.

Or the murder suspect who turned her back on you?

Don't Shrinky Dink me, Dr. Cross. All right?

I said not here, not now.

Sorry for the holdup, everyone.

No worries. It's not like a man's life is at stake.

All right, let's jump right in.

Um, what do we have on the Crestbrook Industries

employee records?

Digital goes back 28 years. We've pored through it all.

No matches.

Before that, it's paper, but even if this guy's ten years older than he looks,

he would have been too young to work in a processing plant.

Akbar, any luck on the conference attendees?

Zero.

We contacted everyone we saw in the video next to him,

they don't even remember seeing the guy.

-He's a gray man. -Gray man?

This a new thing I got to be worried about?

It's a military term

for somebody who can be invisible in a crowd.

Maybe we should stop focusing on him.

He knows how to get through surveillance. But if that credential was fake,

he didn't just come through the front door, right?

Somebody had to let him in.

Maybe he had a friend in there. We should try to find them.

-Okay. -Hey.

Anybody in here heard of Richard Helvig?

-The billionaire perv? -That's the one.

That Filthy McNasty got his ass killed three days ago.

Is this related, Lieutenant?

The man had three fingers chopped off, so you tell me.

Our FBI buddies were able to commandeer the corpse.

Jando's had some time with it, so he's ready to give a prelim.

Damn. On our way.

-All right. -All right,

I need somebody to look into any connections

between Lance Durand and Richard Helvig.

See if they're both into that sexual predator stuff.

On it.

Okay.

Uh, I'm gonna catch up to you, I have a couple of calls I got to make.

-No problem. -Yeah.

-Fingers match? -Short answer is yes.

But let me put a couple pings to your radar.

See, usually, you'd have crushing with these types of injuries.

-Hmm. -Bolt cutters, cleavers,

you know, things like that.

Damn it, Jando, I've seen it. Finish, please.

This time it was different.

This is done with a very sharp blade.

Had to guess, it's someone who's done it before.

He knew exactly where to cut right into the joints.

There's barely any scraping around trying to find the seam.

But the serration of the bones match.

Fingers are his.

-All right, thanks, Jando. -One more ping.

This guy...

he has surface-level cuts all over his torso.

Now, they're not deep enough to kill, but they were done only after

he was already dead.

Same thing with the fingers.

They cut 'em off, yeah, but only after he was killed.

-Hmm. -Which makes me wonder.

Maybe they were souvenirs.

Nope.

The killer sent those fingers to his next intended victim.

Je... What kind of sick fuck are you after?

Who's the woman I'm meeting with just now?

-Right there, in the coat. -Oh, thank you.

Isabella Gallardo? Good morning.

I'm Beverly Soames, the assistant manager.

May I offer you a refreshment?

-Coffee? Tea? -What I'd like

is to see your private vault.

Of course. Right this way.

Oh, my God.

How are you keeping it together?

I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

Okay. That's my aunt. That guy, he took her.

He told me he's got your family, too, right?

He said he's got your kids.

Yes. What does he want?

He told me I have to do whatever you said.

And he kept talking about this man. Helvig?

He's one of our big clients, but he just died.

Someone...

Wh... He was murdered.

-Do you think... -I don't know.

Probably.

But he wouldn't kill my children, would he?

Let's just get this done.

We are supposed to get...

whatever's inside of this safety deposit box.

Okay.

Shit. A second key's in the office.

I have to go get it.

Hey. Keep it together, all right?

You can do this.

Okay.

Ooh, that's messed-up.

What? What happened?

She's gonna take your city.

Not cool, Grace.

I thought we were friends. This how you treat all your guests?

All is fair in love and war.

There's no... no taunting cousin Manny, honey.

Never you mind, Gavin. It's all in good fun.

So then it's war, kid.

Over here. Bring your key.

Got it.

Okay. Here.

This doesn't seem worth killing someone.

Well, to him, I guess it is.

Hey, w-we don't have much time.

He does not need all that stuff.

The files can go in here.

You're gonna get our families killed. He said everything.

We'll give Manny the cash.

We don't know what Manny expects to find in here.

-Don't be stupid. -Manny will never know.

Yes, he will.

'Cause I'm gonna tell him.

Surprise.

We're not idiots, Beverly.

We knew you couldn't be trusted to do this without supervision,

and you just proved it.

No. No, I didn't, I just...

Please don't hurt me.

What happens next is up to you.

'Cause as you've seen, we know everything about you.

And your kids.

And your silence buys their lives.

So, move your ass, Beverly,

and help me get this shit out of here.

You don't recognize him?

Is that a joke? This person's burned to a crisp.

You know, you're right, we're sorry. We should give you more to go on.

The fingers that you found in your music box...

they belonged to that man.

His name is Richard Helvig. Ring a bell?

Oh, man.

You knew they were Helvig's fingers when we met.

We wasted our time.

You wasted our time. Why?

I'm assuming you know the rumors about Helvig.

-They're more than rumors. -Right.

I do not want my name associated with...

with that child predator in any way, shape or form.

Especially now. We are on the cusp of changing...

Put the Prosperity Seed initiative on hold for a second.

We're trying to save your life. Did you know him?

Uh, sure. Yes. I met him once...

one time. Just once.

Mm. Try again.

You were both seen at the G20 summit and Sun Valley

just this past year alone.

In fact, we have this photo of you two, shoulder to shoulder.

Mm. Wow.

Well, maybe you just went to one party, just that one time,

and you were with one girl.

All right, stop. Look...

I met him at the beginning of the pandemic.

The country was facing food supply issues,

I had workers, I couldn't get them into production

because I couldn't get them out of their homes.

Helvig introduced me to the people

that could reclassify my workers as essential,

which is how I kept food on the shelves of America.

You wanted to keep your company going full strength,

so you cozied up to a sex trafficker?

We didn't know about any of that.

As soon as we found out, Lance cut ties, completely.

Just tell me... why would someone want to kill you and Helvig

over COVID restrictions?

About a dozen workers did get sick,

and some of them died because of the virus.

Now, under the circumstances,

I was doing what was best for the country.

-I-I can't, I can't... -You know, if you had just communicated

and come clean immediately,

we would have had a team on that island within hours.

We gave you the prime suspect.

Let's just keep the focus on him.

We can't do our jobs

if you're lying to us.

I-I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

I swear.

Got her!

-Who? -The lady who let Two Fingers

into the seminar last year.

-Mm-hmm. -You said he had a friend? This is her.

She taped the latch so the door wouldn't lock.

Please tell me you know who she is.

Oh, yeah. This one has no idea how to beat facial imaging.

Meet our accomplice, Mackenzie Estelle Zhukov.

Currently resides in Catonsville, Maryland.

Employed the last five years as... who could have guessed?

A therapist at the McKinney-Allen.

Psychiatric Hospital.

You really feel like this is the best play...

make her feel like she's helping him?

Well, she took a risk for this guy in a big way. A big, big way.

Why would she do that unless she had feelings for him?

Did you check the personal?

-Yes. She's not married, no kids. -Mm-hmm.

Okay, maybe it's love, maybe it's like, either way, we can try it.

What, you late for a nail appointment or something?

Yes. What color should I pick?

-Oh, classy. Mm. -I know.

Hi. We're looking for a Dr. Zhukov.

-Room 11. -Thank you.

Okay, so we make her nervous, like he might get killed or something.

Right, right, so if she answers our questions, she'll be saving his life.

Dr. Zhukov.

Hi. I'm Detective Alex Cross.

This is my partner, Special Agent Kayla Craig.

If you want to discuss a patient, you're gonna have to get a court order.

Oh, no, no, no, we're actually here for you.

Yeah, but not-not... not like that. No, we're looking for someone

who used to be a patient here.

Admin, Dr. Mendoza... she said you were pretty tight with him.

Yeah, that's, uh, John Ramos.

I remember him. What'd he do?

It's not what he's done, it's what might happen to him.

We're afraid he's in danger.

From what? What's going on?

If you don't mind, first, could you just tell us

a little bit about your history with him?

He was a former patient.

Dr. Zhukov, would you rather we have this talk down at the station?

Or do you want to maybe start telling us the truth?

We… we became friends. We used to hang out.

Not while he was here.

But you knew him outside of the hospital, right?

We have footage of you helping him sneak into an environmental conference.

The truth is he never should have been here to begin with.

What kind of trouble is he in?

We can't give you those details, but it's serious.

Did you catch the part where we said that he was in danger?

We really need you to tell us where he is.

I can't do that.

I'm serious. He's very secretive.

I don't have a number or an address.

If we do talk, it's because he reached out.

Okay, okay. Well, at least, what's his real name?

John Ramos.

I'm sorry, I got to take this.

-Agent Craig. -Your video conference

will begin in three minutes.

Um, Alex, I-I'm-I'm... I got to go, I'll be right...

I'll be outside, all right?

You are in the waiting room.

Meeting started.

Maggie?

Kayla?

Oh, my God. It's been forever.

How are you?

I'm... better now that I see you.

Who wouldn't be?

Check it out.

-Wow. -And two little rugrats.

Wow, you said you'd never do that stuff.

Everybody has a plan until you get slapped in the face.

Or kissed.

How about you?

I heard you're on another case with Alex Cross.

You finally gonna make a move?

Wh... No, no. No, no, no, I'm...

There's-there's girlfriend material

and then there's partner material and I'm...

I'm very firmly in the latter category.

Listen, listen, Mags,

a gun surfaced a few days ago, no numbers,

ties to Bad Religion, and I'm in a shitstorm of blowback.

These people are digging and I need to make sure they don't find anything.

Should have known something was sideways when I got your email.

My email?

The one with the link to this call.

Meg, I don't have your email.

I was following emergency protocol to reach Mastermind.

And he gave you me instead.

We're fucked, Kayla, both of us.

Not if I can make sure the cops don't connect the gun to us

or to Bad Religion. W-Where are the records?

You don't have to be worried about the cops.

This is Mastermind.

If he thinks that there's a mess,

he's gonna clean it up.

Mags, I can fix this, I can make sure it doesn't bite us,

I just... I-I know that they keep the records off-site,

-I just need to know where. -The game is over.

-You really want to play it out? -Yes.

I don't know any other way.

Don't...

What are you doing? Don't just leave me here.

Margaret.

Fuck. I didn't work this long and hard

to let a loose gun bring me down.

Do you hear me?

You were always different. Everybody knew it.

Everybody. Okay?

I'm gonna give you this, because fuck Mastermind.

There was an archivist,

name of Ibrahim Mustafa.

If he's still alive, he'll know where the records are.

But now you have to do something for me.

When you see Mastermind,

let him know he can leave my family alone.

They don't know anything.

-And they never will. -Mar, what are you... what...

No, Margaret. N...

No, no!

All right, so, she wouldn't give him up,

but I scared the shit out of her, so she knows I...

You okay? Hey.

What's wrong? What happened?

Please, K...

Kayla.

Are you okay?

I just got some-some bad news.

A friend of mine just, um... just died.

-All right, take it easy, kiddo. -Yeah.

Aw, Grace.

Be good for your daddy, okay?

-Okay. -Ah, I'm kidding.

See you soon.

Thank you.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

You may not believe me, Beverly, but your children were never in danger.

Hurting innocent children

just to satisfy some desire of your own?

Honestly, people that selfish... they don't deserve to live.

But what am I saying?

You're a mom.

You must feel the same way.

Course.

Tell me,

why didn't you ever tell anybody what Helvig was doing?

I didn't know.

Didn't know what?

Your name's on the flight logs.

You made cash payments to a man you knew

was trafficking young girls for Helvig.

That is why you rummaged through the safety deposit box.

You wanted to make sure nothing incriminated you.

Please.

My kids need me.

You don't deserve kids.

And your kids

don't deserve a piece of shit like you for a mother.

Hey.

Thanks for taking care of the kids.

Yeah, it was fun.

I helped Jannie set up her new phone.

You, um, you told her

I was too busy to go shopping with her?

What was I supposed to say?

Hmm?

Look, Elle, um...

Uh, I'm not sure it's a...

a good idea for you to keep coming around.

Why?

You know why.

It's confusing.

I didn't just have a relationship with you, Alex.

I had a relationship with your family.

It matters to me.

And it matters to them, especially Jannie.

I think it would be bad if another person in her life just disappeared.

H-Hold on, you really want me to believe this is for my family,

when one minute you use me for sex, the next minute you telling me

we're over, and right now you're telling me what's best for my daughter

while making allusions to my murdered wife?

Be honest. This is about you and me.

Not my family.

You want honest, Alex?

-Yes, give me honest. -Alex,

the people who are around you, who need you,

don't call you.

They call me.

And I happily fill that void for them.

And I would have filled the void for you, too, but you...

you couldn't be honest.

I made a mistake. That was in the past.

How long are you gonna hold that over my head?

How long?

You made your bed.

So, if Jannie let you down, would you give her a second chance?

Then why not me?

Hey, Two John.

De Lackner said you asked for a copy of the Duvernay case file?

Yeah, I...

I got curious.

Yeah.

I get it.

Well, you can add this to your copy.

Prints on the murder weapon came back.

They're hers.

Was that a surprise?

I thought she had everything on her but a bow.

Yeah, I guess not.

But I was hoping there was a chance it wasn't her.

I mean, that's what I'd want if it was my family.

I appreciate the thought, Amielynn.

But she's not my family.

Hey!

I owe you.

Hey, Alex.

Hey, how you holding up?

It's been a day. It's still a day.

So, call back

or do you want an update you might like?

No, no, no, update. Please, make it good.

Zhukov bought a ticket to Chicago.

She leaves bright and early tomorrow.

Wow, already? Are we on her?

Yeah, coordinating with the CPD.

They're gonna pick her up when she lands and they'll stay on her till we get there.

Hey, look, I can hold it down if you still need that space.

No, hunting a serial killer

is exactly the distraction I need right now.

Mac.

♪ Drifting on ♪

♪ The setting sun...

Hi.

I got you a coffee

and a Danish.

They didn't have raspberry.

You remember.

God.

I just want to look at you.

I wasn't expecting you until next month.

Lucky I'm in town.

Yeah.

But you're gonna be mad.

Why?

Um...

some cops came asking about you.

Actually, it was one cop.

The other was FBI.

They know I helped you get into the talk last year.

They said someone's trying to kill you.

Me?

They know my name?

Just Ramos.

But they know it's fake.

-You shouldn't have come. -I had to.

They said your life is in danger.

They are the fucking danger...

I'm sorry, Mac.

It's not your fault.

And it's probably not a big deal.

I love you for coming.

Get me a refill if she comes by, okay?

-Okay. -I need to use the bathroom.

♪ Drift ♪♪

He's gone. I can't see him.

Neither can I. Who's got the back?

Jankowski, anything happening?

Negative. No one in or out.

I still can't see him, Kayla.

-I don't like it. -Send them.

-Send them. -Blue Team, go.

Blue Team, go!

Kitchen is clear.

Bathroom's clear.

Check the alley on Halsted.

He's on the run, heading south on Halsted.

-Subway. -Mm-hmm.

-Move. Move. Police! Move! -Get out the way! FBI!

-Police! -Go, go, go, go, uh...

Shit, uh... Stop the train.

You go down there. I'll take this car. Go, go!

I'm down here.

Remain calm. Police.

-Hold this train. Don't move. -FBI!

Everybody, move.

Move.

Everybody, remain calm.

Police.

Everything's all right, just stay in your seats.

All right. Police.

Remain calm.

Police officer.

Everything is fine.

Just remain calm.

Nothing.

Fuck.

Resume.

He went down.

-Had to. -Yeah.

Flashlight.

That fucking rail's live.

Well, he lived.

Cross, here.

Know anything about the tunnels down here?

Know where this goes?

We get homeless down here in the winter.

But most of the doors in this section are sealed off.

-Clear. -Clear.

It's not locked.

Story is, there's a section of tunnel underneath,

for the Gold Line they never built.

It's jammed.

Think there's something blocking it.

Let me see if I can move it.

-Is everybody okay? -You hurt?

-Jankowski, Williams, sound off. -Good.

-Kayla? -Yeah, I'm okay.

All right. On me.

-Clear. -Clear.

These are legal transcripts.

Damn.

Check out this weird shit.

That looks like the Chaka piece.

Jankowski, doesn't that look like that Chaka piece

they got downtown?

Holy fuck. Are those fingers?

Sweet Jesus.

What the hell is this guy into?

Ah.

Don't leave me hanging, mija.

You have to celebrate success when it comes.

You got what you wanted from Helvig's safety deposit box?

More than I wanted.

These are the medical records for one of the kids.

From Hanford Field?

Seven kids died. But one...

Francisco Herrera...

survived.

Look, Tía, he's in Mexico now,

and Helvig has pictures of him, grown.

Probably for insurance.

A scapegoat if he ever needed one.

If he lived, it means you don't need to avenge him.

He lived because of her.

My mom. And he lived so he could tell us the names

of the ones who weren't as fortunate.

And who did it.

Now, it's my absolute pleasure to introduce you to Paul Hartsfield.

Paul is the former assistant deputy secretary

at the Department of Labor.

He is also a longtime friend of Crestbrook Farms.

Having him on board, having him work directly in the trenches with the team,

building out the equitable labor strategies,

including implementing protections

for our hardworking laborers around the world,

has been an absolute home run for Crestbrook Industries.

Indeed.

Well, then, this seems like the perfect moment

to share the news from our end.

I am pleased to confirm that we will be endorsing

the World Food Source Initiative.

Hey!

Come on! Yes! Yes!

Thank you, Thank you. You cannot imagine

how much that means to me, Barnaby. And thank you

for helping us build, together, a world

that is free of hunger.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, it doesn't get any better than that. Let's call it a day.

Barnaby, I will reach out later this week and we'll set something up, all right?

Thank you. Oh, man, how about that?!

That was fantastic. Good.

Thank you, guys. Appreciate it.

Drive safe.

Nat. Shut the door.

What'd you find out?

The task force caught up with him in Chicago.

-Okay. -But he got away.

Goddamn it.

Hey. We finally got a real name for Two Fingers.

Lincoln Esteban, 36,

came illegally from Jalisco 25 years ago.

Invisible for the past 11, so there's no real help there,

but at least we can stop using nicknames.

-Thank God for little mercies. -Yep.

-Hey, come check it. -Did you get anything on any of this?

I spoke to an expert at American U.

The imagery has Central American elements, clearly.

-Mm. -And "la luz" means "the light."

So he reads it as a shrine to the goddess of light,

but one that Esteban seems to have made up for himself.

It's kind of an odd deity for a man

who murders and maims, no?

And these were in the middle of the shrine.

This some kind of sacrifice?

That would explain why Esteban takes fingers from his victims,

but if they are a sacrifice,

why would he send Helvig's fingers to Lance Durand?

Something doesn't line up.

I mean, Esteban, he preserved these.

He kept them on the shrine.

A symbol.

Of devotion, loyalty.

And they matter.

I mean, he cares about these. They're personal, they're...

Shit.

I bet they're his fingers.

Okay.

Okay, so, his fingers are a sacrifice.

Loyalty to his goddess.

And their fingers are punishment.

-Vengeance on his victims. -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, so, check this out.

The FBI lab's processing the burned documents.

This is some kind of ledger.

The scan showed a list of dates and numbers.

The next date is Friday.

Okay, I-I think I saw something earlier.

Um... Yeah, yeah. Bring-bring that with us.

Here, look.

-Trucks, license plate... -No, no, no. Flip it over. Look.

See?

It matches the ledger.

Yeah, these ten-digit numbers... they have to be coordinates.

Right? Longitude and latitude.

Hmm. Harlingen, Texas.

It's a border town.

You could throw a rock from there to Mexico.

Is he tracking something over there or is he planning to be there?

Either way, we got to get to Texas.

Giddyup.

-Don't. No. -What?

No.

Uh, Nana, that-that's not gonna work.

W-Why not? Uh, the kids love her.

I-I… What's the problem?

-You don't trust her? -Well, u-uh...

But... Right, but did-didn't... didn't you say, uh, Mrs. Williams could babysit?

I thought about it, but Elle just makes more sense.

Both of us gone, and John going off with you to Texas.

Elle's the most familiar face

they could wake up to.

She'll come by first thing in the morning and bring breakfast.

That way, my babies won't have to eat cold cereal.

Thank you, Nana Mama.

He's a political figure. We knew this was gonna happen.

Hey, just stay clear of the cameras.

I do not want to see your ugly ass in the background

when I turn on CNN, you got that?

Okay, great. All right, thank you.

-Hey. -Hey.

Uh, did you get my message?

Mm-hmm.

How is she?

She's dead.

She thought Mastermind was looking to roll everything and everyone up

and figured it was just a matter of time before he got to her,

so she beat him to it.

Oh, shit.

This is all kinds of fucked-up.

Yeah, I'm gonna need a three-man tactical team with secure transport,

a 48-hour security detail...

-Kayla, no. -But... I… Fine,

-make it a two-man... -Stop!

Hear me.

What you're proposing would draw attention.

If anyone upstairs hears about this,

you will be shot into the sun.

Mastermind is looking to clean the slate,

-and I can't do this alone. -I appreciate

that catch-22, I really do.

But you're in Nebraska on this one.

There are no hills. There is no cavalry.

I can't... I can't do this alone.

-Roy, I can't do it alone. -I get it.

Agent Craig. Here's the riddle.

You can't do it alone,

you cannot use FBI assets.

Figure it out.

Understood.

Wait, wait, how off the books?

Was it legal?

Roy said it was.

It was my second year, so I believed him.

But now?

I'd call it an Uncle Sam special.

Perfectly legal until you get caught.

You?

They.

Come on, now, Kayla. Come on.

Don't make me drag it out of you.

I guess someone thought I'd look good under a bus.

But you can get out of the way in time.

That's the hope.

-What can I do? -Mm.

Nothing. I don't want you mixed up in this.

-I don't... -No, no, no. No, no, you...

You've been there for me. Let me be there for you.

Besides, technically, we're partners right now, so...

That's very sweet.

But we've got our hands full,

and there's someone else who I think can help with this.

-All right. -But thank you.

Really, it feels very nice to-to hear you say that.

Well... it's a standing offer.

All right? Whenever, wherever.

-You good? -Yeah.

♪ I know ♪

♪ you've been hurt ♪

♪ By someone else ♪

♪ I can tell by the way ♪

♪ You carry yourself ♪

♪ But if you let me ♪

♪ Here's what I'll do ♪

-Open 307! -♪ I'll take ♪

♪ Care of you...

-Cuff up! -Mm.

Inbred-ass colonizers.

Get down.

Well, you look better than I expected.

Well, they've got one hell

of a shea butter moisturizer in the commissary.

You might want to get some to go.

Ooh. Go where?

Does it matter?

What's got you so rattled

that you ready to release the kraken?

Does it matter?

Nope.

Just making small talk.

♪ Don't you know that I pack a punch? ♪

-♪ What? ♪ -♪ Don't you know that I pack a punch? ♪

-♪ What? ♪ -♪ Don't you know that I pack a punch? ♪

-♪ What? ♪ -♪ Don't you know that I pack a ♪

♪ Punch, back to the source ♪

♪ Walking on the sky, I was born with the force ♪

♪ Don't care about the money or the power of your horses ♪

♪ Flying with my Civic ♪

-♪ Don't care about the Porsches ♪ -♪ Skrrt ♪

♪ Whoa, pop out the cut, wish you were Rambo ♪

♪ Don't need your deal, I'm eating Nando's ♪

♪ No, I won't be blunt, JVB, do whatever we want ♪

♪ Talk to me nice or get KO'd ♪

♪ You a small fry, you look like Toad ♪

♪ I spit fire, I'm more like Bowser ♪

♪ I got you scared, don't piss your trousers ♪

♪ Hoodie up with the strings and a bow ♪

♪ Whip so low, peep the under glow ♪

♪ Speakers thubtumping, needs more pumping ♪

♪ Talk to my fist if you want to say something ♪

♪ Don't you know that I pack a punch? ♪

-♪ What? ♪ -♪ Don't you know that I pack a punch? ♪

-♪ What? ♪ -♪ Don't you know that I pack a punch? ♪

-♪ What? ♪ -♪ Don't you know that I pack a ♪

-♪ Can I get a "what"? ♪ -♪ What? ♪

-♪ Get cut ♪ -♪ Don't do it for the money ♪

♪ I do it for the butt ♪

♪ You cannot compete, you trying to keep up ♪

♪ Your name's not Olivia, you don't got the guts ♪

♪ "Huh," that's what your mama said last night ♪

♪ Uh, blowing up like a bagpipe ♪

♪ Born with so much sauce ♪

♪ I think I was a... stromboli in my past life ♪

♪ I'm going in, I'm about to set the draw, swinging ♪♪