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It had to be her.

And who would you rather
I be sleeping with?

Not some
community college straggler

working on
her word processing skills!

Her word processing skills
are sublime.

Your secretary
is 11 years old.

She knows all her vowels...

- Any idiot can read a picture book!
- A, E, I, O, U.

You know what?
I take back everything I said.

I would be more offended if you
were sleeping with someone

who actually knew "Moby Dick"
was about a whale

because then your cheating
really would be about me

and not the
"blink and you miss it"

party in your pants!

I'm getting out of here.

Ugh!

You're gonna need
to double bag your stuff

because you didn't buy two-ply!

I bought
what you tell me to buy!

Oh, you give up now?

- Take whatever you want.
- Money.

I've got
about 200 in my wallet.

The money.

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

- Come on.
- I don't.

Okay.

Well...

No safe on the walls.

And there's no safe
in the closet.

You want me to Marco Polo this?

Well, am I getting warm?

Huh.

Who would've thunk it?

What's the combination?

15, 4, 36.

She's full of surprises,
isn't she?

Len, no, no, no, no, honey!

Please.

There we go.

I missed you, too, baby.

It'll be smaller than
your wedding with Angelyne.

- Second marriages usually are.
- Third.

It was over in two weeks...
A real Hollywood type of thing.

Marie did my makeup.

- I can see that.
- Beautiful.

Just a few pointers.

Tali's new school doesn't
allow them to wear makeup.

- It doesn't matter.
We're all on Zoom.

LaCroix.

Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way.

I want you to take it off.

- I will.
Just wait.

Here, pick a card.

She's a real natural.

- Dad.
- Go on, pick a card.

- Here, I'll pick a card.
- No, no, no.

I've seen this trick
100 times before.

Nobody's picking any cards.

Dad, come on.

I'm sorry.

We worked really hard
on this trick.

Um, let me pick a card.

- Forget it.
You ruined it.

- Oh, come on, Tali.
I'm sorry.

Just show me the deck,
and I'll pick a card.

I have school.

You know, with the makeup,
we were just having girl fun.

Angelyne never wore
any makeup,

so it's just different.

Well, that's the thing
about fatherhood...

Something new
to lasso every day.

I got to get to work.

You guys are good
with the Wi-Fi?

- The remote works?
- Yeah, we're good.

Go catch your bad guy.

We've got a UFAP warrant
for a John Doe

wanted for murder,
robbery, and kidnapping

last night in Maplewood,
New Jersey.

His Toyota Camry
was found a few hours ago

- in a lot in lower Manhattan.
- Making this case ours.

The kidnapped woman
is Avery Garnier,

married to
the murder victim Len,

a mortgage broker.

We're looking
for any connection

between the Garniers
and our John Doe

so that we can ID him.

She grew up
in Kansas City, Missouri,

went to KU,

moved here
about eight years ago

when she got married.

She volunteered
at the local theater company.

Parents are deceased,
both teachers.

No trust fund,
no lotto winnings.

If it's a kidnap,
then why kill the husband?

Who's gonna pay for the ransom?

Our John Doe took her
for another reason.

Ten dollar reason?

Her social media's
all about wine,

but she's not
a "rosé all day" drinker.

Her latest post
was about scoring

- a 2001 Bordeaux.
- I prefer the '95.

All her wine's
from the same shop.

Vino Village,
my kind of place.

What about the husband?

He's been
with the same company

his entire career.

Pulled down 225k.

There's nothing shiny
about these two.

They look
like an ordinary couple.

Avery Garnier.

What is it?

I don't know.

The sooner we ID John Doe,

the better our chances
of finding Avery alive.

Clinton and Crosby,
see what you can find

at Garnier's office.

Barnes and I
will go to the crime scene.

Hana, run the serial number
on that Hamilton in the safe.

No note.

Nobody wanted this safe found,
that's for sure.

Or used...
The carpet over it's worn.

Whatever our John Doe
got out of the safe,

it had been in there for years.

It isn't counterfeit,
so why would he leave

a $10 bill for us?

Well, maybe there's something
in the number ten.

We all have ten fingers,
ten toes.

- There's ten commandments.
- And the tenth one is?

- Thou shalt not covet.
- Thou shalt not covet.

Did our John Doe covet Avery?

Could explain
why he didn't kill her.

Semicolon.

The end of one chapter

and then the beginning
of the next.

We need to find out
when Avery got this tattoo.

Here are Len's accounts
from the past year or so.

No external transfers?

Could we get
a printout of this?

Sure.

Did you handle
his cash deposits?

The only time cash
was on the table

was when Champagne Girls
in Hackensack

tried to pay down
a point before closing.

Len wouldn't take the bribe.
He was a real ethical guy.

Tell us more about him.

On Tuesday,
he told me he loved me.

So he's an ethical guy
cheating on his wife?

He said they were
more like roommates.

Roommates who hated each other.

Thanks for your time.

Avery said theater
was her refuge.

She worked on
every production here.

I guess things
were sort of rotten

in the Denmark of her marriage.

Her husband
was having an affair.

I didn't know that.

She's very private.

- Her tattoo?
- The semicolon.

Cool, isn't it?

Do you know
when Avery got it?

Mm, I always assumed
it was around the time

she moved here from Florida.

Florida?

I thought she grew up
in Kansas.

That's not what she told me.

Her real name
is Elyse Sidchuck.

I'm gonna screen share
with you.

She was placed
in witness protection

in 2003.

The Marshalls gave her new ID
and enough cash

to start over in Kansas.

Was she a witness,
an informant?

She was a...

- What's the problem here?
- Must be on DC's end.

Our uptime's great.

She was a hostage
during a bank heist in 2002.

She was the best case
the prosecutors had

against the perpetrator.

They must have
wanted this guy badly.

He shot and killed
an off-duty police officer

as he fled the bank.
He's still at large.

Name's Maurice Hewitt.

Avery's the hostage
from the Banar Bank heist?

She was...

Well, that's her.

She looks different now,
but that's her.

How do you know
so much about a bank robbery

in 2002?

I was there.

It was a Tuesday
just after lunch

when Hewitt entered the bank.

Avery was waiting in line
for a cashier's check

when he grabbed her.

Her purse falls to the floor.

He orders everyone
to the ground,

calls for the manager
to open the vault,

gives Avery a plastic bag,
and keeps his gun on her

as she follows the manager
into the vault.

She returns with $114,000.

Hewitt grabs the money,
drags her to the entrance,

and he stops
when he sees someone...

When he sees me.

He hauls her to the back.
We come in the front.

That's David Werner,
my training agent.

We assess the situation inside.

Outside, an off-duty officer
is coming up the staircase.

Hewitt shoots her three times.

Officer Salina
was six months pregnant.

She was expecting a baby boy.

What happened to Avery?

She escaped
a few hours later.

We recovered her in Bethel.

Hewitt went on
the Most Wanted list.

I looked for him for years,

tracked down
every rumor I heard.

Heard he was on the West Coast,
so I went

to Pasadena,
Carpinteria, Ashland.

I got close
in San Francisco, but...

About that $10 bill
left in the safe.

Serial numbers say
it's from the Banar heist.

What's that?

That $10 bill,
it's from the Banar heist.

Maybe it's Hewitt
throwing us a breadcrumb.

Maybe it's his way
of saying "game on."

Maybe, but the money
came from inside the safe.

It was Avery's.

Avery had money
from the bank robbery?

Yeah, but how?

Unless...

Unless Avery
wasn't a hostage.

Is that what we're saying?

Unless Avery was an accomplice.

Maybe the money was her take.

Hana, can you run it again?

There's no tells.
There's no signs between them.

I've watched this 1,000 times
backwards, forwards.

How did I not see this?

The money
is what connected her.

You couldn't have
known that then.

Hewitt wanted you to know
the truth about Avery.

- Then this isn't about Avery.
This is about you.

He's trying to see
if he can beat me again.

What do you say?
Challenge accepted?

Shall we go get him?

Hmm.

I never stopped thinking
about this face.

Oh!

Ugh.

Ah, you haven't changed.

If we up the reward money
to 250 grand,

tip lines are gonna be flooded.

Good, let 'em all
come out of the woodwork.

I know
what this means to you.

It's my fault that officer
died... and her baby.

She had a husband

and a two-year-old daughter
at home.

Jess, you got to stop
beating yourself up.

I was three weeks
out of Quantico.

My training agent and I were
having lunch down the corner

when we saw Hewitt
walking into the Banar bank,

slipping on gloves.

Didn't sit well with us,
so we went to check it out.

Once we got close, you could
see what was happening inside.

I wanted to go around back,
but my training agent

insisted that I stay with him.

We have been
through this before.

If you'd gone around back,
you could've gotten shot.

It wouldn't have mattered.

I didn't have anybody
in my life back then

except for my sister
and my parents.

Did I tell you
that my father's visiting?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

He's been here for a week...
One very long week.

Tali loves having them around.

Them?

Yes, he brought his fiancée

who's maybe two years
older than me, maybe.

But that's not
what's bugging you.

Nah.

It's Tali.

He's putting on a show for her,
reeling her in.

I've seen this movie before.
I know how it ends.

Here's the thing, Jess.

Your dad is gonna die someday,

probably sooner
rather than later,

so make your peace to him now

while you still can.

Thank you.

You know, this case
changed everything for me.

It's the reason I moved over
to the Fugitive Task Force.

Where your focus
is on the killers,

not the victims.

Hewitt knows
it was me there that day,

and he's making me
part of this case.

Then to catch him,

you'll have
to profile yourself.

Getting Hewitt's
the last chance I have

at bringing justice
to Officer Salina's family.

And also forgiving yourself,
right?

I'm not sure
if I can forgive you.

You know,
maybe it was my mistake

for giving you
the 30k and the car,

but then... wait,
I didn't give it to you.

You took it from me,
and then you took off

while I was in the men's room
of that tacky diner,

but then I'm the idiot
who thought

you were gonna show up
in Afton.

That was the plan.

Wasn't that the plan, Elyse,
or am I missing something?

Huh?

Wait, let me just...

- I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Ugh, feels a little late
for that.

Shooting that woman,
that police officer,

freaked me out.

I... she was pregnant.
You didn't have to do that.

Yeah, actually, I did.

She was drawing her gun.
She was gonna shoot you.

I didn't want you to be hurt.
I was saving your life.

Seems like you've been having
a pretty good one, huh,

Avery Garnier?

Mm.

How'd you find me?

Your favorite play.

"When You Comin' Back,
Red Ryder?"

Every time it shows up
in the community theater,

I look at the photos
to see if you're there.

You were always too pretty
to play Angel.

Look where we are.
We're on the 18th floor.

We got king crab's legs.

Could've lived
our whole life like this!

We still can.

I love you. I...

I never stopped loving you.

See, that's the thing
about community theater...

You don't have
to be a good actor.

Castille got HQ
to approve the 250k.

Hopefully, that'll tilt
the case our way.

The Marshalls gave us
what they have on Avery.

Elyse Sidchuck,
grew up in Florida,

went to FSU.

She moved to Brooklyn,
waited on tables

with her eye toward Broadway.
She wanted to be an actor.

Hewitt was in Brooklyn
at the same time.

He bounced
from odd job to odd job.

He got fired a lot.

It's hard
to find a bank robber

who does well with authority.

What do you know
about his family?

Seemingly normal, happy,
no history of abuse,

no robust criminal career.

Only some priors
for weapon possessions.

- It's tame.
He's arrogant, confident.

Which can be sexy as hell.

Avery's parents
died in a car wreck

when she was in Brooklyn.

She was alone, vulnerable...
And in comes Hewitt.

A tip came in
from the front desk clerk

at the Whitmer Hotel
by the convention center.

A guy rode in a few hours ago,
paid cash,

ordered a ton of room service.

The name he checked in under?

Elyse Sidchuck.

If you're on the run,
then why check in

under a name we can trace?

Because Hewitt
is having some fun with us.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Hey, we missed him.
Stay alert.

He might be coming your way.

Jess, look.

It's you.

Ten years ago, I got a tip
he might be in San Francisco.

I headed over there,
found his apartment,

sat on it for three days,
never saw him.

He saw you.

They look
like law enforcement.

She doesn't.

FBI, hands up!

U.S. Marshalls,
get your hands in the air!

Behind the car!

Put it down, Hewitt!

Let her go.

Drop it!

- FBI, FBI, stop!
Do not engage!

Get back, get back!

Everyone stop.

- Lower your weapons now.
- Drop your weapon!

Where are they?

At 4:10, they came back

through here,
went through the kitchen,

and headed towards
the convention center.

Where we didn't have
a perimeter established.

We were on him
until you showed up.

Hey, I had him
until you got in my way!

- We tracked him here.
- So did we.

- They were ours.
- They were ours.

- Ours.
- Mine.

- Why don't you deconflict?
We had the warrant.

- Did you even check with NCIC?
- Our witness disappeared.

And you decided
to show up now?

You're Marshalls.

You weren't
even identifiable!

Hey, hey, hey,
let's make it clear.

We're taking this case
from here, understood?

Bye.

Understood?

You guys can do
whatever you want.

I'm bringing Hewitt in.

Jackie, there's no room

in this case
for a bounty hunter.

You created room
when you offered 250 grand

for his arrest.

See?

Oh, come on, Jess.

I've been doing this
just as long as you have

except without the pension
and the fancy uniforms.

Bail reform's gonna
put me out of business,

and I don't exactly qualify
for PPP,

so I need that reward money
to stay afloat.

Hewitt's mine.

Just stay out of our way.

She's a big
pain in the ass, huh?

- Put a tracker on her Lexus.
- On it.

Found something.

Capecitabine.

To a Jack Bartlett.

Filled in
Maplewood, New Jersey.

That's where Avery lived.

Capecitabine is a drug
used for treating stomach

or pancreatic cancer.

It's a last hope drug
for when chemo and radiation

aren't on the table.

- Hewitt's dying.
- The last waltz.

Which makes him the most
dangerous kind of fugitive.

He's got nothing to lose.

You're a monster.

Yeah, we'll see what kind
of monster I am.

- Don't do this!
Stop it!

Don't do this!
Please, please!

Are you
Officer Salina's daughter?

- Yeah.
Um...

Who are you?

Pharmacist confirms

Hewitt was filling
his prescriptions

under the alias Jack Bartlett.

How long had he been getting
his prescriptions filled there?

He transferred it
from California

about a month ago.

Pharmacist said he's
in good shape for stage four.

Yeah, we've noticed.

They also prescribed him
a boatload of painkillers,

so he's got a high tolerance.

Fearless
and under the influence.

- Chaos without consequence.
Tell me about Hewitt.

Well, tips that have come in

include buying
an orange Slurpee at 7-Eleven,

riding around
in a lime green Mercedes,

and a psychic called in

to say that Hewitt
is a reincarnation...

- Hold on a minute.
That's Avery's wine shop.

Skip the Slurpee stuff
and see if there's anything

on the Mercedes tip.

So the wine shop
is just down the street

from where Hewitt was getting
his prescriptions filled.

That means Hewitt's
been watching Avery

for at least a month,
plenty of time

to know her comings and goings.

We're with the FBI.

- Here, take it.
I never should have.

This is everything
that woman paid me.

What woman?

Well, her necklace
said Jackie,

but I doubt
those are real diamonds.

She was here about an hour ago.

If Jackie gave you that,

you must have
given her something.

What was it?

She was asking
about Avery Garnier,

what she bought,
when she shopped.

And?

I told her that,
every Tuesday

while her husband was at golf,
Avery would come in here

and pick out a seasonal.

- She put that on her card?
- No, no, no, no.

Avery always charged it
to the same account,

but... it wasn't her account.

Whose account was it?

A local attorney's in town,
Conor Fulford.

Likes his reds,

does picayune
real estate transactions.

- Conor Fulford.
Sending it to Hana.

I'll have her pull the address.

Marital problems
and a weekly meetup

with the same guy.

Sounds like Avery's
having an affair.

Where's Jackie now?

She's been going
back and forth

between Manhattan
and Staten Island.

- For how long?
- Past four hours.

She slapped the tracker
on a ferry.

I like this woman.

Jackie's got game.

Meet us at Fulford's address.

Oh.

Surprise.

- You okay?
- Yep.

Hewitt's gone,
but he's seen better days.

Uh, hello?

A little help?

Oh, my buddy!

How's your backside?

- Better than your front side.
- Touché.

Hewitt's swinging
a wrecking ball

through all parts
of Avery's life...

Her husband,
her lover, her money.

But he hasn't killed her.

He's punishing her
for betraying him.

What got you
to the wine shop?

- Avery's Instagram.
- Respect.

Any idiot with two thumbs
can look at Instagram.

She does like to drink...
Almost as much as I do,

but I prefer
a little escabeche mezcal

over wine any day.

Should've left
the tracker on your car.

We would've been here sooner,

kept you
from getting slapped around.

I work alone.

Always have.

When it's my time to go,
I'll go,

but this isn't it.

Hewitt kept me alive
for a reason.

- He's got a message for you.
- Tell me.

He said,
"Sorry about your wife."

I wish I had a cigarette.

Nicotine helps ease the pain,

but we are out of money.

What pain?

- Pain of being with you.
You want one?

Yes.

Tell me what I have to do
to get out of this.

Kill me.
I don't care.

- Kill you?
No, that's too quick.

Click, the lights go out.

It's like "The Sopranos"
at the end.

Remember?

See, now that is some
good acting right there.

- You're getting off on this.
You're getting what you wanted.

Almost.

We searched the car,

found a empty bottle
of iced tea,

a half-eaten bag of chips,

and a Statue of Liberty
foam crown.

Sounds like a date
I had in 1987.

- And then I checked the trunk.
Read the card.

Pepperoncino's,
it's the restaurant

my training agent and I
ate at that day.

Hewitt's gonna rob
the Banar Bank again.

Hear ye, hear ye!

This is a bank robbery!

I want everyone
to gather round,

get down on the ground,
put your palms on the floor.

Anybody that doesn't do
exactly what I tell them to do

will be dead
by their next breath!

- Are you the manager?
- Yeah.

- Good.
I wonder if he's gonna cry.

Give me the bag.

And the key.

- All right.
- No! Hey!

Oh, you are gonna look good
in prison.

- FBI.
Where'd he go?

- Out the back.
He took the keys.

Put your hands
through the bars.

- Where's the car?
- I don't know.

Where is the car?

It's somewhere in the park.

Let's set a perimeter
around the park,

but nobody moves in
unless I say so.

Let me guess.

You want to tell me the reason
I became a bank robber

is because my parents
didn't love me.

You gonna talk to me here
or what?

You know what's weird?

It's that you're a single dad
because you got a dead wife,

and that officer

you made me shoot's
husband's a single dad.

And you both have daughters.

Sometimes the world
is so full of synchronicity.

Give us a minute.

We'll meet you at the bank.

Alone time, ooh.

You gonna kill me,
say it was self-defense?

I mean, why wouldn't you?

I know.

I'm not gonna shoot you.

Too much paperwork?

You got cancer.

You're gonna die in prison.

What do you wish
you did differently?

I wish I'd stayed
in touch with my son.

- You have a son?
- You didn't know?

You're the reason I left him.

Time in San Francisco
over ten years ago

when you got real close?

I had to take off.

You've always had
your priorities.

You've committed
plenty of crimes too.

Only difference
is you get paid to do it.

Although, in the grand
karmic Skee-Ball of life...

Maybe that's why you got
a dead wife, yeah?

Even things up.

You're doing me a favor
if you shot me.

I could reach out
to your son if you want.

- Give him a message.
- Yeah, sure.

Tell him it wasn't his fault,
my leaving, the cancer,

none of it.

Tell him it was your fault.

I'm not gonna tell him that.

- Why?
It's the truth.

You're the one who
made me shoot that officer.

You shot her
of your own free will.

It was self-defense.

Whilst you were
committing a felony.

Actions have consequences.

You need to own up
to your own guilty conscience.

I will if you will.

I don't think I have anything
to feel guilty about.

That is the second worst lie

I've heard this week.

Where is he?

- He's about 200 feet out.
Jess has him.

That means I led

to the direct apprehension
of the fugitive.

The fugitive that
zip-tied you to the staircase?

And then you apprehended him.

It's a little
more complicated than that.

It's $250,000.

- It's not your money.
- How'd you even find us here?

Oh.

Maybe in the future,
it'd be better

if we worked in concert

rather than have you
T-bone our investigations.

What was the first concert
you ever saw?

- Goo Goo Dolls, I think.
Why?

Figures.

I prefer Goo Goo Clusters,
and the only doll that matters

is Dolly Parton, so if you're
not praying at her alter,

we got no future.

I'm on my knees
to her every morning.

There may be hope
for you yet.

All right, turn around.

- Where are they?
- Who?

What?

You don't get
the easy way out.

Come on.

Let's go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up.

- Hold up.
- What?

No, what?

How do you feel?

I don't know what to say.

You've spent a lot
of mental energy on Hewitt.

That's a lot of free time
on your hands now.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Here you go.

Thank you.

So... how's Tali?

Wearing a lot of makeup.

Some aisles of the drug store
are cheaper than others.

Good to know.

Well, I hope you'll still
come see me on the anniversary.

Have I ever missed a year?

Mmm.

You know, Hewitt feels bad
about what he did.

How do you know?

- Because he was here.
- What?

Because he gave me this.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well... can I keep it?

- One, two, cha-cha-cha!
- Cha-cha-cha.

Cha-cha-cha, cha-cha-cha.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

Whoo!

- Hey!
- Hey!

The prodigal son returns.

- I'm a lot of things.
Prodigal isn't one of them.

- Where'd you get the dress?
- It's for their wedding.

Yeah, we picked it up
in town today.

We thought we'd, you know,

make up for any
lines crossed earlier.

You like it?

Yeah, I like it.

It's nice, very nice.

Hey.

- It's just a dress.
- It's not just a dress!

Someone who misses you,
who wants to get to know you,

that's an easy mark.

I... that is not...

I'm getting to know
my granddaughter,

and you've been fighting me
the whole way.

You have a problem with me
and Marie getting married?

No, love
is a beautiful thing.

You should give it
another whirl.

How long do you think you
and Marie are gonna last?

Probably till I'm dead,
at least that's the idea.

Then, I guess it always is.

Hey, I'm trying here.
You could try a little too.

You gotta let this go, Jesse-B,

whatever this is
between you and me.

Is it about your mom?

Because whatever went south
between us

had nothing to do with you
and your sister Louise.

Or is it about
the vacation we didn't...

You didn't come
to Angelyne's funeral!

Because I was in jail.

Jail? What for?

Nothing important.

How long?

15 miserable months.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

I could have helped you.

You're my son.

I was embarrassed.

You had enough on your plate
dealing with your grief.

But I'm here now, unlike you.

I've been here over a week,
I barely seen you.

I have to go to work, Dad.

Well, how is work

more important
than your family?

Nothing's more important
to me than Tali.

What, really?

Because all she's ever
gonna know about you

is the back of your head

while you're walking
out the door.

Well, it's more than
she should know about you.

I think Marie and I'd
be more comfortable

staying at Louise's.

I think we all would.