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Previously on "The Rookie Feds..."

I just met your daughter. She single?

Very.

You best slow that roll.

My dad is uncomfortable with me dating the daughter

of a woman he's dating.

I am finally living my dream.

So this is the end of the road?

Our relationships are about timing.

And I guess this just isn't ours.

[door buzzes]

[ominous music]

[door buzzes]

♪ ♪

He hasn't had a visitor here in over two years.

Guess that makes you special.

[door buzzes]

Hands where I can see them.

Move and I'll mace you in the face.

[door buzzes]

[PA announcing indistinctly]

Matthew, you look good.

Yeah, well, you don't.

And you're gonna look even worse in 36 hours.

Or better. Who knows?

Maybe death will suit me.

Lethal injection suits no one, Foster.

Tears your insides apart.

Still, there is a certain solace

knowing when you're going to die,

the day, the exact time. [chuckles softly]

I often think of the man I was when we first met,

arrogant, blinded by rage.

Waste your own time, Foster, but not mine.

You said you had additional murders

to confess to. Huh?

I do. What time is it?

It's 9:58.

8:58 on the West Coast,

which means they haven't happened...

yet.

♪ ♪

18 years ago, I had a great purpose,

- but I was too proud. - Proud?

You killed people with anthrax letters.

You were a coward.

I know who I was and who I've become.

I have been awakened.

I am but an instrument used by a higher power.

Oh, please.

Please don't tell me that you found God in here.

[scoffs] Not God, his opposite.

Let's just cut right to the chase.

What have you done?

I have waited decades for this moment.

I always felt alone in my existence,

the lone and lonely man

lashing out against the corrupt.

[coughing]

Darkness has shown me that I am

but a drop of water in a vast river.

Only as one can you be destroyed.

So you working with someone on the outside?

Someone?

No, no, no, no, Matthew.

I have many.

[retching]

Ooh.

[humming melody]

OK, Daddy, sneaking in in last night's clothes.

Go ahead and do your walk of shame.

Shame was definitely not what Ruth and I

were feeling last night or this morning.

OK.

Now, baby girl, I'm too old for shame.

OK, and I'm too young for this conversation.

You and Miss Ruth have been spending

a lot of time together lately.

I told her I love her.

Daddy, is that the first time

you've said that since Mama died?

And you said you would never find love again.

Ah! Look at God.

- Won't He do it? - Oh, one more thing.

We're thinking about moving in together.

[upbeat music]

You know, Daddy,

Ruth's place is twice as big as ours,

and she has a pool.

I will miss you. I will.

But you will be right up the street,

- and you can visit anytime. - OK.

Now, slow down your roll, baby girl.

[laughs] The house is not yours yet.

We just talking about it. No decisions have been made.

That means that I'm gonna be running into Dina quite a bit,

which could get awkward.

Do not say I told you so 'cause you did warn me,

but it's OK.

I mean, our parents are in love,

and we're both adults, and it'll be fine.

- Probably. - Hey, you.

Hi.

Thought I'd pick you up a little pick-me-up.

What you working on?

- I'm analyzing paint quality. - For what case?

The case of which color will look best in my duplex?

I've tested all the paint brands,

- and Benjamin Moore is superior. - You don't live in a duplex.

No, I'm repainting one of my rental properties.

- I have new tenants. - What?

You're a--a landlord? And you said properties.

Is that, like, multiple?

Why didn't you tell me about that?

We haven't dated that long.

I like to maintain an aura of mystery.

- Keeps the romance alive. - Yeah.

I support that, I guess.

Speaking of which, I hope this isn't a romance killer,

but I got a Google alert

from one of those dumb gossip sites,

and, well, there you go.

Is that a photo of us from dinner last night

on the internet?

- Yeah. - [clears throat]

"'Vampire Cop's' New Boo:

"lucky sucker Brendon Acres

with a date we'd all like to take a bite of."

It's really crass. I'm sorry.

Don't be. I look fabulous.

- Oh, you're not upset? - I don't love it.

But I know what I signed on for with you.

[knocking]

There's a terrorist attack in San Francisco.

- Wheels up in 20. - Good luck.

- Yeah. - No, you're coming with us.

[soft dramatic music]

A drone was piloted into the boardroom

of a San Francisco hedge fund.

It released some kind of unknown poisonous gas

killing six people almost instantly.

Sounds like a biological weapon.

Any indication as to which?

Well, that's the reason why you're on that plane,

Antoinette. You're gonna find out for us.

Any idea who's behind the attack?

Foster Mills.

How is that even possible

when he's on death row in Idaho?

Yeah, which is where I'm calling from.

Foster is scheduled to be executed tomorrow night,

and apparently, he's not going quietly.

Somehow, he managed to put this attack

in motion even though he lives under a microscope.

But do we know why he would target a hedge fund?

That's an unknown,

but I expect that you'll get clarity at the scene.

Don't worry about it, boss. We got your back.

No, not you, Simone.

The jet's gonna drop you off here in Idaho

and take the rest of the team to San Francisco.

Why?

Because I need a wild card, OK?

Foster has me here for a reason.

He understands how I operate.

He's got some sort of game plan

as to how he's gonna play this thing out,

so I want him off balance.

I want him on his heels, and that's where you come in.

It's the only way we're gonna get to the truth.

You know how I'm always saying

don't doubt the power of Black girl magic?

- Even that has its limitations. - Hopefully not on this one.

Because if I know this guy, what happened in San Francisco

is just the beginning.

[gate buzzes]

You were the one who brought him in.

I mean, boss, you know him better than anyone.

What's not in his file?

He's found religion,

or some perverted version of it.

Sees himself as channeling a darker power.

Do we think that's real,

or does he just have us out here chasing shadows?

That's an unknown. He definitely talks the talk.

But our priority is to find out

how he managed to orchestrate a mass murder

from solitary confinement, OK? The rest is just a distraction.

Yes, sir.

I'm not looking for magic,

and I'm not expecting a miracle, OK?

Foster's just like any other high school malcontent

that sat in your office and thought that their anarchy

made them special. That's it.

Maybe, but none of them came

with a body count or a ticking clock.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

How'd they get the drone inside the building?

Scrubbing surveillance footage now,

but we're thinking loading bay.

Would take a pretty skilled pilot

to fly through this entire building with no eyes on it.

Assume nothing.

Pilot could work here or pose as a delivery person

who walked the flight path a day ago.

We'll pull footage going back two weeks.

We need to examine that drone ASAP.

No one's going in there until the CDC's

chemical emergency response team can decontaminate.

- They'll be here in a few hours. - We can't wait.

Another attack could be imminent.

I'll go in.

I have extensive hazardous materials training.

- I just need a suit. - You don't have to do that.

And you don't have to run after the sound of gunshots,

but you do. I'm a forensic biologist.

If I could stop more people from ending up like that,

I'm going to do it. Let's go.

Let's get you suited up.

♪ ♪

[prisoners shouting indistinctly]

- [wolf whistles] - [laughs]

You all right, ma'am?

It takes more than bad manners to spook me.

29. [door buzzes]

Matthew tapped out already?

He had to get back to DC.

Don't start our relationship off with a lie.

He's listening right now, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

Agent Garza is my boss.

He sent me to speak with you.

And what if I refuse to talk to you?

Well, then I go back home, and I'm not sad about it.

But I have a feeling you are way more interested

in what happened in San Francisco

than saying goodbye. Am I right?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Victims show signs of hypotension

with evident cyanosis.

[chair thuds lightly]

I'm fine.

Whatever they were exposed to

most likely suffocated them painfully.

You can step away if you need to.

No, I'm fine.

Blood test will be conclusive,

but if I had to guess, I would say

the gas was hydrogen cyanide.

Six people are dead.

Was that more or less than you were hoping for?

The number doesn't matter.

How they suffer does.

Walk with the wise and become wise,

for a companion of fools suffers harm.

Proverbs 13:20.

I heard you were riding Satan's tip,

so why are you hiding behind Bible quotes?

If you know the Old Testament,

then you know that pain and punishment

lies at its heart, the dark side

of the Lord personified in he

who fell from heaven.

♪ ♪

Tell me more about the scene.

You tell me more about it.

Who orchestrated it?

The who doesn't matter. The how doesn't matter.

There is no way that you can stop what is coming.

What about the drone?

- Any unique markings on it? - It's a factory model.

But the undercarriage has been modified

to hold a box with a gas canister.

Something that customized could lead us to their maker.

I'll take it apart,

but I'll need to decontaminate it first.

There's something written on the bottom.

- What does it say? - "I am many."

[energetic metal music]

♪ ♪

You've got to push the button if you want the ride, baby.

♪ ♪

Hm. [elevator dings]

♪ ♪

- Coming? - I'll get the next one.

Your loss.

♪ Taking all your breath cause there's not much air ♪

♪ Dominate, dominate, yeah ♪

♪ If you bout to leave, then you might get rocked ♪

♪ Only one devil left this room ♪

♪ I'm feeling kind of crazed on the last full moon ♪

♪ There's a whole other prize that I didn't take ♪

♪ Bricks to the face till I felt one break ♪

♪ Dominate, dominate, yeah ♪

♪ If you bout to leave, then you might get rocked ♪

There was another attack.

Four people were killed in a Dallas elevator

after it was rigged to release a poisonous gas.

"I am many" was spray painted on the doors.

Do we know who the victims are?

Four venture capitalists who were on their way back

from celebrating a corporate takeover.

No way our drone killer could have gotten

from San Fran to Dallas in time

to pull off the elevator murders.

Which is why we need to figure out

how many there are in "I am many."

So tell me you found something actionable in San Francisco?

Not yet, but I'm bringing the drone back

to the lab to analyze it.

If we're lucky, I'll be able to source

a unique component and ID a suspect.

Hey, boss, has anyone been able to figure out

how Foster's been communicating

- with his followers? - Not yet, Brendon.

All the guards on his watch check out.

His cell is being tossed as we speak.

They're not gonna stop the execution, you know?

So if you were gonna try to leverage the murders--

I'm not.

No appeals have been filed, no stays expected.

I am running into the embrace of the serpent

- on the crest of a tidal wave. - Mm-hmm.

[phone buzzing]

Hey.

What's all this nonsense about our parents shacking up?

I'm happy for them. Aren't you?

Yeah, I guess your pops knows how to lock a good thing down.

Anyways, my mom wants us all to have dinner tonight,

- and I'm in if you are. - Yeah, I--

I'm out of town, and I don't think I can make it.

Surprise. Surprise.

Dina, I got to go.

- Trouble at home? - None of your business.

- You find anything? - No.

Cell's clean, no contraband

or communication devices of any kind.

You are clever--

no visitors, no incoming or outgoing mail.

You don't talk to other prisoners.

You don't use the internet.

Damn it.

"The Birth of Corporate Imperialism in a New World."

If it was my last night on Earth,

I wouldn't be reading this.

He read a lot?

Oh, yeah, two or three books a week.

- I took the drone apart. - Oh, hey.

Every component is standard except

- the gas disbursement ring. - OK.

Unfortunately, it's a common item.

Collecting sales records, but the numbers

are already in the hundreds.

- OK. - What's wrong?

- Nothing. - Liar.

Remember that picture from the gossip site

where you look fabulous,

and I look like I'm desecrating a crab roll?

Well, other media outlets have picked it up,

and now everyone wants to know who "Vampire Cop's"

- mystery woman is. - So let them wonder.

No, no, that's not how internet sleuths work.

They don't wonder.

They dig, and then they make up all sorts of clickbait BS.

Like what?

This one says that you were an ice hockey player,

a star in France, and this one says that you

were, five years ago, questioned over

an art theft at the Louvre.

- Those are both true. - Wait, what?

- [chuckles] - You never told me that.

And I'm not going to tell you now.

I have work to do.

[upbeat music]

I don't get it.

These are all the books that Foster

has checked out in the last year.

None of them have hollowed out pages

for a burner cell.

Nothing is written in the margins.

Well, it was worth a shot, huh?

What are you doing with my books?

- You the prison librarian? - Yeah, that's right.

How would you like it if I came in your house

- and messed it all up? - Put 'em back.

Hey, come on now!

[soft dramatic music]

They're all messages that have been blacked out.

Yeah, there's another one.

♪ ♪

It's a numerical code.

We need to decipher this right away.

Why don't we start with the person

who Foster was sending the messages through.

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

Oh, you know what we're talking about.

You said these are your books.

♪ ♪

It doesn't matter that you know.

A tide is coming.

I am many.

- Wait-- - Oh!

We need a medic! Get a medic!

Listen up.

Foster was using a numeric code hidden inside library books

to send messages through the prison librarian,

Campbell Marsh.

Do you think Campbell will give up

- the other acolytes? - No.

When he was confronted,

he cut his own carotid and died,

but the prison sent us the names

of every person that Campbell met or communicated with.

I'll cross-reference it with the list

of drone rig buyers Antoinette gave us.

Bingo, here we go-- Donald James.

All right, Donald visited Campbell

in prison four occasions,

purchased drone components ten days ago,

and it looks like he just flew back from San Francisco.

[phone ringing]

- I'm just getting home. - Nice work.

You too.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

It's just--it's one thing to plan these things.

Maybe the gas was a mistake.

It's just, they died in such agony.

Don't grieve the wicked.

- [distant sirens blaring] - Something's wrong.

[sirens blaring]

FBI! Drop it!

[grunts]

Tell me you can salvage this?

I could say yes, but I'd be lying.

We cracked the book code.

Each set of numbers refer to a page, a line, and a word.

You put 'em together, Carter,

and you get Foster's message.

The book we recovered is his final message

to his followers.

I'm almost afraid to ask what he said.

[chuckles]

He said, "With the blood of the wicked,

"we shall save this world.

From our deaths, come life. I am many."

There's nothing there that will help stop what's coming.

No. How's it going with Mr. James?

Nothing so far.

We know you're responsible for the drone attack

in San Francisco.

We know you supplied the same gas to another one

of Foster's minions in Dallas.

So who else did you supply the hydrogen cyanide to?

Carter, we need this guy to roll over.

You know that.

Come on, Donald.

[tense music]

No. Stop him!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

Cyanide eyewear.

That's it. I've seen it all.

I was the ranking agent, man. This is on me.

No, we were the ones in there.

I am not looking to assign blame.

Protocols are that we search suspects for weapons,

not suicide pills. I mean, come on.

Who the hell are these people?

True believers,

people who will kill without remorse,

will die for a cause.

I mean, remember Foster's last message.

- "From our deaths come life." - OK.

Someone, please, give me some good news.

We recovered Donald James's computer.

Tech team is scrubbing it now.

Yeah, odds are it contains intel

from the other attacks.

All right, everyone grab their favorite

caffeinated drink 'cause as long as the clock

is ticking, so are we.

Hey, boss, mind if I run home and change clothes?

These reek of death row.

Of course, you've had a day. You know what?

- Take the night, decompress. - No, no, no.

- I can come right-- - Simone, take the night.

That's an order.

I'll be in the lab if anyone needs me.

Oh, no, actually, can I talk to you for a sec?

You remember I told you that my biggest regret in life

was turning down that hockey scholarship

to play at Penn State?

To star in the direct-to-video sequel

of "The Hottie & the Nottie."

- Yes, you mentioned that. - Right, OK.

So you never saw that as an opportunity

to like--maybe a cue to tell me that you also play hockey? No?

Mon amour, you know I relish in being enigmatic.

Yeah.

But, yes, back in Lissy,

I was considered the best goalie

- in the Ile-de-France. - [chuckles]

Oh, you're a goalie?

There's players and goalies.

It's like a different thing. It's OK.

Don't let the lab coat fool you.

- OK. - Name the time and the place.

- I will destroy you. - Can't wait.

Also, this-- this art theft thing.

You were questioned, right?

Yes, but only because my boyfriend,

René, was an international art thief.

Really? And you didn't know anything?

- Mm. - What?

No.

But he was a very unpredictable man

with an aura of danger that was quite sexy.

Then one night, he tried to steal

a Caravaggio from the Louvre and was caught.

- René always was very ambitious. - God.

And I have work to do, so you need to leave.

- Out, out, out, out. - Fine.

God's children have become slaves to the rich.

You claim righteousness but recently wrote

a treatise celebrating Satan.

You make that sound like it's a bad thing.

Satan was God's favorite angel.

He named him Morning Star, blameless and always full

in wisdom, perfect in beauty.

- You building a profile? - Yeah.

This guy is full of contradictions,

reinterpreting the scripture to fit

his twisted need to murder. You know what's nagging me?

- It's the "why now" of all this. - What do you mean?

Well, Foster's been in prison for 18 years,

and now, all of a sudden, he has followers?

How did he get them?

The only contact he's had with the outside world

is this interview he did two years ago.

OK. So what are you thinking?

He's using this interview as some kind of recruitment tool?

- Just-- - Read your Bible.

The answers lie in 1 John 5:19.

"We are certain we come from God,

and the rest of the world is under the power of Satan."

And that's of significance, why?

Because even the Almighty knew

that sometimes,

you need to send the devil to do God's work.

Have a thing with these bears,

and it just grew hairs.

[laughter]

- That was good. - Oh, yeah.

Whew, finally, you are here.

Yeah. Sorry I'm late.

I forgot we were getting together tonight.

So you late for a dinner you forgot about?

Honey, she's here now. That's all that matters.

OK, so we wanted the four of us to get together

so we could clear the air.

As you girls know, Cutty and I

have gotten pretty serious.

And we will not allow our daughters'

- messy split to upset that. - I wouldn't call it messy.

- I would. - I told you.

- My daughter is in denial. - Mm-hmm.

- And mine's brooding. - True.

Ready to go?

- Hey, yep. - Well, wait a minute.

I thought we were having dinner together tonight.

That's what you might call falling for the okey-doke

Ruth and I are going out to dinner.

While you two stay here until you work it out.

- Understood?

- Mm-hmm. - You ready, darling?

Oh, yes. Oh.

- [laughs] - Have a good night.

And don't wait up for us.

We just got straight-up conned.

Straight up.

[sighs]

You OK?

You look like you've been through it.

And then some.

It's good to see you.

You too.

[jazz music]

♪ ♪

I wish things had ended differently between us.

They still can.

♪ ♪

We doing this?

♪ ♪

Daddy?

Daddy?

[gasps]

I am many.

[gasps]

- What is it? - I got to go back to Idaho.

- What's in Idaho? - The devil.

This energy drink is gonna keep me up for weeks.

My teeth are vibrating.

Did Antoinette really lead the women's rowing team

- at Oxford? - I don't know, probably.

Oh. Trouble in paradise?

No, it's just--you know,

I thought we were getting close,

and I'm just finding out all this wild stuff about her

- that she didn't tell me. - OK.

Well, you had a life before her too.

I know, but I'm not finding out

that she likes cream in her coffee.

I'm finding out she dated an international art thief,

things like that.

Yeah, but that René guy was oof.

- Don't need that. - OK.

She is a woman of mystery.

It's what attracted you to her in the first place.

So instead of getting jealous, level up.

Be that for her. Be unpredictable, unexpected.

OK. Level up, got it.

We got something from Donald James's computer.

He was communicating to Foster's acolytes

through a dark web message board.

Can we track the messages?

It's encrypted, and we don't have the password.

Tech team's trying to crack it.

Yeah, but that could take days.

We only have hours, and these attacks

are only going to ramp up until Foster's execution tonight.

OK, let's look at this a different way.

How did the acolytes get the dark web address

in the first place and the password to get in?

Someone had to have led them there.

Foster. Foster did it in his interview.

Yeah, Foster Mills was just another faceless killer

rotting away in prison until he got his execution date

and a televised platform.

He could have used that to light the fuse.

Foster's original letters always spoke in ciphers.

The library books were in code.

Embedding a message in his interview fits his MO.

Let's rewatch that video, and let's find

the clues in his words.

[phone ringing] Go. Go. Go.

- Simone, where are you? - Somewhere over Nevada?

Excuse me?

What's the thing about asking for forgiveness

instead of permission?

Yeah, it's how you've led your entire life, Simone.

Boss, Foster Mills got in my head.

And now I think I can get into his.

These cult leaders, they-- they drone on and on

about a higher purpose.

But really, they're just using other people

to do what they can't or won't do.

- They're weak. - OK.

So what's your gambit?

You're going to go back at him with strength,

put him on the defense. Is that it?

Yeah.

And hope I can get something out of him

to stop this next attack he's planning.

OK. That's fine.

Hey, listen, Simone, you didn't have to hijack

the plane in order to do this. You could have just asked me.

- You mad? - Not if we save some lives.

Go.

[door buzzes]

[tense music]

Last day on Earth.

How'd you sleep?

Better than you, I think.

Maybe.

But only one of us gets a chance

to try it again tonight.

Maybe.

And maybe today's carnage will keep you from sleeping

peacefully ever again.

I hate to be the one to tell you, boo,

but you're deep in the lost column this morning.

Campbell and Donald gave up, and then they gave you up.

Lies.

We're gonna be out scooping up

the rest of your wretched refuse in a few.

And with 12 hours left, do you want to leave

your legacy up to those two?

Or do you want to come clean with me?

Read your Bible.

The answers lie in 1 John 5:19.

"We are certain we come from God,

and the rest of the world is under the power of Satan."

That has to be code of some kind.

Yeah, well, if you do a simple alphanumeric conversion

of 1 John 5:19, it's the address

- of Foster's dark website. - OK.

So we're on the right track. We just need a password.

Is it one of the words from scripture that he quoted?

He said, "the answers lie in 1 John 5:19."

- Try typing in "Satan." - OK.

- Nope, that's not it. - Maybe it is.

Change the language.

Go to the original Greek the scripture was written in.

Oh, my God. We're in.

They're mobilizing.

Multiple simultaneous attacks in Kansas City, Baltimore--

Chicago, Miami, all set for this morning.

It's Carter.

I need emergency authorization...

OK, let's get HRT ramping up.

- For a nationwide operation. - Yep, in Kansas City.

Authorization to follow.

[suspenseful music]

Kansas City field office just arrested

two suspects about to gas a law firm

that represents big tobacco.

We have arrests in Chicago and Miami, two more down.

Baltimore PD is conducting a raid as we speak.

Patching us in now.

♪ ♪

- [banging] - Hands down!

- Let me see-- - Suspect in custody.

- Hydrogen cyanide secure. - That's it.

All attacks have been thwarted.

Good work, people. [all cheering]

- Yeah! - Quiet.

Quiet, everyone, quiet.

Someone just logged in to the Los Angeles message board.

"The righteous will rejoice when he sees the vengeance.

"He will wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.

I am many."

[tense music]

♪ ♪

You cannot believe the snake oil you're selling.

Foster, you're a smart man,

despite your psychopathy.

Everyone deserves to feel like their life has purpose,

especially at the end.

And what greater purpose than to lead a crusade

against the evils of wealth?

Because even a four-year-old knows

that two wrongs don't make a right.

Simone, we stopped all of Foster's acolytes except one.

They're in LA, and I need you to get us something

before it's too late.

People like you are all the same.

People like me?

No one is like me.

I mean, please, I see at least two of you a week

on this job.

Uh, truth becomes lies. Evil becomes good.

Even in your defeat, you claim victory.

Why?

Because with all these words,

you're just a scared little man

who's standing on his ego.

No, no, no, no.

You--you mind who you're dealing with.

I--I have snatched the life from the wretched.

I've led an army from captivity.

I'm not afraid.

- I am many! - Ha!

You are a clown, who can't even be honest

about what drives him. What drives you, Foster?

It is simple and has never wavered--

I will see before I die,

the slate wiped clean!

Those who have sinned must be punished.

And those who defy me will be executed!

Even from the grave!

- Got him. - OK.

- Tell me you got something? - Hear me out.

This last attack is personal.

I got him pissed off, and he said,

"Those who defy me will be punished

and the slate will be wiped clean."

Our last acolyte's message talked about vengeance.

Yeah, and cult leaders like Foster

- are obsessed with their legacy. - OK.

Well, he's on death row

because 18 years ago, Foster sent out

three letters filled with anthrax.

But only two of them hit his intended targets.

One of them was a miss. It was a woman.

She was a CEO of a bank that foreclosed on Foster's home.

What was her name?

I got it.

Renata Schmidt. Find her.

[phone buzzing]

Fresh towel, ma'am?

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Mrs. Schmidt? - Yes.

We received an urgent call from your office.

They said you need to call them back immediately.

♪ ♪

This better be important.

Slow down. What?

Patch him through.

The Special Agent Laura Stensen with the FBI.

We have reason to believe someone is trying to kill you.

We'll be right there, but we need you

to leave the spa right now.

Go to the lobby. Do you understand?

Yes, I'll leave now.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[whimpers]

[grunts]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Blood.

♪ ♪

You've hidden your sins long enough, Renata.

Come out!

No! [screams]

FBI! Put your hands up!

♪ ♪

Hey! Hey!

On your stomach.

We need an ambulance here now!

Lay down.

We saved Renata.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

The many are now the none.

All of your people are in custody.

So you can go to your death knowing

that this perverted movement dies with you.

No.

My death will serve to inspire.

OK, that's where I'ma stop you.

I don't have to listen to your BS anymore.

Enjoy your last meal.

And may God have mercy on your soul.

Foster Mills was officially put

to death at 10:07 p. m. tonight.

Hopefully this messed-up movement died with him.

Unless it backfired and he gets more attention now,

letting him be propped up as a martyr.

In my experience profiling cults,

movements quickly fizzle

without the leader's constant presence and sway.

Without that magnetic pull, followers usually drift back

into their normal lives.

Either way, Laura,

we'll be waiting and ready for them.

[tender R&B music]

♪ ♪

♪ Way down in my heart is where you're bound to be ♪

♪ My soul is on fire 'cause you bring me ♪

♪ There ain't no love ♪

Uh, hi.

So, listen, I know you relish in being a mystery.

But my joy comes from learning everything

there is to know about you.

So what are you proposing?

A competition.

- You want us to play hockey? - Yeah, uh-huh.

Except not for goals, for facts.

So every time I score, which I will constantly,

you need to tell me something about yourself

that you never told me,

something--something juicy.

- You can't be serious. - Oh, yeah, I'm serious.

Is the best goalie on Ile-de-France

a little bit scared?

[laughs] Game on.

♪ ♪

Hey, goalie, is it hard to do your hair with your bad hands?

♪ ♪

All right, jeez. I'm--I'm just warming up.

♪ Ease your mind ♪

♪ It's more than enough to know that you are mine ♪

I'm sorry.

Didn't you say you were good at this?

Put your helmet back on. You ready?

♪ Cause I ain't ever letting you go ♪

Unbelievable.

♪ ♪

[clears throat] How about this?

I'll give you one point for being creative,

and one point for being unpredictable,

and one point for being really cute right now

even though I'm kicking your ass.

- Gee, thanks. - OK.

So one fun fact about me... [sighs]

If you look closely, you can find me

strutting by the camera in Bruno Mars'

"Uptown Funk" video.

You don't ever see my face,

but if you know my legs, which you do...

- I do. - Then you'll know it's me.

- Want to see? - Yeah.

Oh, my God. Yeah, that's it.

- That's the move. - [laughs]

Hey, looks like the party is in here.

- Hi, baby. - Hey, Dina.

- Hey, what's up? - Hey.

It's so wonderful to see our girls being

- so friendly to each other. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, we have some important news.

We had a long heart to heart.

And we decided not to move in together.

- Well, what happened? - Oh, no, no, nothing.

I mean, we still crazy about each other.

- Mm. - Mm-hmm.

So why rush to fix something that is not broken?

We just like our own space.

And someone gets a big kick

out of sneaking in and surprising the other.

- Someone, huh? - Yeah, someone.

Girl, you know you love it. Boo-wah.

Now, only it's a full moon tonight.

Shall we enjoy our dessert on the patio?

- Oh, lead the way, my queen. - Oh, my king.

- Come on. - Whoa.

Hey, come on now.

It's pie o'clock.

Give us just one second, Daddy.

We'll be right there.

Wow, those two--

I mean, like teenagers, right?

Um, look, Dina, when we first started hooking up,

I was working overtime to prove that I belonged in the FBI.

I didn't have time in my life for anyone,

but now, I think what I need is balance

to live my best life, and last night was incredible.

Yeah?

And I don't think it was a mistake.

I don't think so either.

For the record, I think that's how

we should have gotten closure the first time.

But?

But what I think you need more now

than a lover is a friend.

Could I have a friend with benefits?

All of the fun and none of the drama?

- No breakups. - No breakup.

And you know the thing that you said about closure?

Mm.

I could use a little closure right now.

How about you?

Ladies, your ice cream's melting.

- ♪ It's all I want to do ♪ - Dina?

- ♪ 'Cause I can't get ♪ - Simone?

♪ Enough of you ♪