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Previously on "The Rookie"...

An arm was found near
Silverlake Reservoir

- this morning.
- I honestly don't know

what instrument was
used to remove it.

That arm is related
to a case in Arizona.

A coroner there found an arm

that was severed with
that same mystery tool,

and both were done while
the victim was still alive.

That's horrible.

And it means we're looking
at a possible serial killer.

- Should we be calling the feds?
- Yeah, I already did.

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I gotta bounce or
my mom'll disown me.

See you at school.

Run.

- Ah!
- Wow!

Hold on. Let me take this in.

My first home.

That I bought with my own money.

I'm so happy for you.

Really? You're okay that
I'm putting down roots here

when you live in D. C.?

Of course.

I love youuuu-ur neighborhood.

It's so eclectic and...

- Oh, my God.
- Yeah.

You just dropped the L-bomb
and then ran for cover.

- No.
- Oh, yeah, I get it.

I'm cute, smart,

up to my eyeballs in debt
after that down payment...

But I'm still winning at life.

What's not to love?

Shall we christen the place?

Yes. Ah!

Test out the countertops?

- That sounds amazing.
- Mm.

But the countertops are acid
etched and very expensive.

- Hmm.
- What about the bathroom floor?

- Yes.
- Oh, you know what?

That tile is original.

What?

You're so spontaneous.

Come on.

Um... no.

- What?
- Seriously?

I have to go into work.

Uh, this is... You're
in the middle of a move.

- Garza gave you the day off.
- I know.

And he would not bug me
unless it was serious.

Movers are coming in
literally an hour.

They're not gonna know where
to put any of this stuff.

Oh, but you will.

Is this a test?

100%.

And if you love
me, you'll ace it.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Okay.

Here you go.

One more kiss.

- Mm.
- Bye.

Okay, listen up.

During a recent
murder investigation,

LAPD uncovered what could
possibly be a serial killer

operating right
here in Los Angeles.

- Please.
- We discovered a severed arm

that was not linked
to our murder.

It had a unique cut.

Unique how?

It was too clean.

There were no striations
from a commercial blade,

no burn marks from
an industrial torch.

We matched that unique
cut to a severed leg

from a Black female
found in Arizona.

That's when we called
in Agent Clark.

And that's when I
called in Antoinette.

I haven't been able to
fully examine the limbs yet,

but it's clear that both were
severed using a waterjet cutter.

The waterjet uses
an industrial pump

that propels water faster
than the speed of sound.

It can cut through
metal like butter.

It is not a common tool,
which means our killer needed

both access and
technical expertise.

Like a specialized
factory worker.

Right. Or high-end
construction contractors

often use waterjets
to cut glass,

granite, marble, porcelain.

Does that mean you
had access to one?

Yeah. I have a friend who
lends me his whenever I...

I just made myself
a suspect, didn't I?

Yeah.

Swear it wasn't me.

They all say that.
Don't worry, Carter.

I'm keeping my eyes on this one.

Were you able to
I. D. The victims?

Not yet. Both limbs were
compromised from exposure,

so DNA typing is in process.

My next step is
to examine the arm

that just landed in my lab.

- Good.
- Would you mind if I watched?

Sure.

- Happy to have you.
- Sweet.

Most serial murderers target
a certain type of victim.

On the face of it, the fact
that our current victims

are different
genders and races...

It suggests that
there's a-another factor

that connects them.

Could it be opportunity killing?

Possible. But not probable.

Okay. I want everyone
bringing their A-game today.

Understood?

Let's stop this guy before
he takes another victim.

Let's move. Thank
you for your help.

Please reach out if
you need anything else.

Of course.

So, how's the
remodel design going?

Slowly, sorry.

Protecting and serving
has been a little hectic.

Tell me about it.

I still say you should hire
a professional architect.

I say don't dim your shine.

Everything you've shown
me so far looks great.

Okay, well, I will send
you some revised drawings.

And good luck with your
psychopath of the day.

- Thanks, handsome.
- Bye.

So what's the first step?

A physical examination...
Which I've already done.

Aside from the amputation area,

the condition of the
limb is consistent

with the two-week
timeline since removal.

So while the victim
was still alive?

Yes.

And the Arizona victim's leg

was removed approximately
two weeks before that.

That means our psycho killer
is due to kill again soon.

Possibly. But careful
jumping to conclusions

at this early stage.

Science is about
facts, not supposition.

And two instances don't
constitute a pattern.

Is that an infrared camera?

Very good.

Now that I've examined the
limb with the naked eye,

it's time to see what
I can't see naturally.

What's that?

That is how we're going
to I. D. Our victim.

Sebastian Milner...
Thirty-two years old

at the time of his death, out
on parole for armed robbery.

His wife, Sheriece, reported
him missing two weeks ago.

Thank you for
coming in, Sheriece.

Did you find Sebastian?

Whatever it costs to
bail him out, I'll pay.

Honey, I am sorry
to tell you this.

But your husband
has been murdered.

I knew he didn't leave me.

My family can suck it.

Wait. Uh, what?

I've been defending Sebastian
ever since we became penpals

when he was in prison.

They all said he was using me,
but, uh-uh, we fell in love.

Yeah. Um, when was the
last time you saw him?

15 days ago.

He went out to the liquor store
at midnight to get a six-pack.

Never came home.

Before his disappearance, did
you notice anything strange,

like phone calls
where people hang up,

or was anyone
following you guys?

No.

He always said the only
way he would leave me

was if God took him.

Right. Well, God
didn't do this.

But if you can remember what
liquor store he went to,

maybe we can find out who did.

Do you remember seeing
this guy two weeks ago?

Negative.

Do you know how many
people come in and out

of my store every day?

Plenty, but this
guy's a murder victim.

So look again.

Answer's the same.
Don't recall.

Don't recall, or won't recall?

Maybe it'll jog your memory if
we check behind the counter,

see if you're
stocking something...

Okay, okay.

Guy tried to rob me.
Pointed a .44 in my face.

Then out of nowhere,

some dude shows up in
a mask and tases him.

So you witnessed a murder?

Whoa, slow down.

I didn't witness
nothing. I hit the deck.

When I got up, both
guys were gone.

Why didn't you call the police?

I get robbed every other week.

Cops don't do squat.

Dude with the mask
saved my life.

Ain't no way I was
dropping a dime on him.

Well, now you are.

Get us your surveillance tapes.

So our serial killer
is a masked vigilante?

How's the decorating going?

- Great. Ready?
- Hey.

Using my keen profiling skills,

I channeled you and
placed your furniture

exactly where you
would want it. Boom.

- Mark. That's perfect...
- Mm-hmm. Yes.

For someone with no
sense of interior design.

Come on. A man of your
skills and talents.

The couch, for example, is
the visual anchor in the room,

and you have it up
against the wall.

- Yeah.
- Atlas. Hey, buddy.

Hey, Brendon. Um, Laura,
when are you coming back?

Maybe it's better
if you did this.

I can't. I'm on a serial.

Hello. My specialty.

Mine too.

And you are too busy
proving your love for me

by getting my
house squared away.

So glad I'm not dating you.

Me too.

Money! Now!

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Money!

I got it.

What the hell kind
of taser is that?

It's a picana.

It's basically a cattle
prod used for torture.

It delivers twice the
voltage of a stun gun.

Our suspect thinks he's Batman.

Last I checked,
the caped crusader

doesn't cut criminals into
tiny, little pieces...

Well, unless we're talking
about Frank Miller's Batman.

You know, we just got a report

that a teenager was
attacked last night

by a guy with a big-ass knife.

Only to be saved by a masked
man with a cattle prod.

This is our guy.

- Yeah.
- Let's ride.

Sweetheart said ♪

- Qué será, será ♪

Tell me.

♪ The future's
not ours to see ♪

When was the first time you felt
the impulse to hurt someone?

Hey, man,

I-I wasn't gonna touch
that kid... I swear.

Don't lie.

I know it sounds crazy,

but the truth will
make this hurt less.

Why are you doing this to me?

♪ Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich? ♪

The same reason you hurt people.

I'm a predator...

only I rage against my fate.

♪ The future's
not ours to see ♪

Whereas you embrace
it without question.

What will be, will be ♪

And you can't stop it.

Qué será, será ♪

So I will.

Tell me you got something.

- I've got something.
- Good. What do you got?

An impatient boss
breathing down my neck.

Come on, Matt. You
know this takes time,

finding a serial killer.

And we hardly have
anything to go on.

We don't even know how
he picks his victims.

It's just... It can't
be a coincidence

that he's ending
up at crime scenes

at the exact right
moment to save people.

It's not. Because he's
not there to save them.

He's there to stop the attacker.

Most serial killers stalk
their victims, right?

Well, odds are he's
doing the same thing.

Right. But if he's looking
for violent criminals,

- how does he target them?
- The obvious assumption

is that he's law
enforcement, right?

Well, let's not jump to that
conclusion just yet, Brendon.

DNA results came
in on both victims.

We couldn't find a match
on the female victim.

But we did find a match
between her and Sebastian.

Our victims are related?

Yes. They had the same
biological father.

Okay, boss. According
to Sebastian's widow,

he never knew who his
biological father was.

His mother purchased donor sperm

from a fertility clinic
at Saint Stephen's.

We need to find out
if our female victim

was a product of the same donor.

Or if her mama
was knocking boots

with our mystery
donor in real life.

Hopefully, the doctor
at Saint Stephen's

can give us the answer.

Patient records
are confidential.

Yes, sir. But we're hunting

a serial killer who
murdered the child

of at least one of
your old patients.

My clinic has delivered
thousands of kids

through IVF over the decades,

so odds are some of them
have met untimely ends.

But we may be able
to keep someone else

from being murdered.

And your files could
really help us.

Unless there's another reason

you don't want us
looking at your records?

No.

Doctor, let me remind you

that lying to the
FBI is a crime.

Okay. A couple months ago,

someone hacked into our system.

Accessed patient records
from thirty-plus years ago,

then wiped them
from the servers.

Please tell us you
have hard copies

of those files somewhere.

You know who would love
to go through these boxes?

Oh-ho-ho-ho, I just
did an escape room

that looked exactly like this.

But this place smells
way more authentic.

I didn't mean to
drag you into this.

It's fine. Fertility
records are highly technical

with an emphasis on anonymity.

Elena will need my
help deciphering them.

Our first priority
is to identify

Sebastian's donor father...
Use him to get the identities

of any other children
from his samples.

They might be the
killer's next targets.

We won't let you down.

No doubt. Happy hunting.

So... how do you
want to start?

By getting organized.

Hopefully, they'll get an answer

before our unsub strikes again.

I'd put money on those two.

Wh... Hold up, Carter.

Daddy?

W-What are you doing
here? What's going on?

It is nothing.

No, no, really.

I-I just got a little dizzy.

I did not want to worry you.

Doctor, should I be worried?

His dizziness could be caused
by any number of things,

most of them fairly benign.

- See?
- But due to his age,

we need to run some
tests, just to be sure.

So we'd like to
keep him overnight.

Of course you do.

Damn capitalist medical
system just wants my money.

Knock it off. You
got good insurance.

You're gonna stay here as
long as they tell you to.

And guess what else.

I'm gonna be right
here with you.

- Absolutely not.
- Why?

Because it's just a
lot of waiting around.

And tell me you do
not have something

more important going on.

Look, I'll call you
if anything changes.

And I will call with
regular updates.

Thank you, Doctor.

You, next time,

call me before you
head to the E. R.

Y... Mm-hmm.

Please?

Go on, now. Go on.

- Is everything okay?
- I'm hoping it will be.

I cry for you ♪

Ohhhh ♪

Monday to Sunday ♪

Ohhh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh ♪

I don't understand how
you people survived

before computers.

How old do you think I am?

You know what?
Don't answer that.

Finally... Sebastian's file.

Or rather... his mother's.

So who's the donor?

Doesn't say...

See, the identity is coded.

A176Z. Which means...

We need the
corresponding donor file.

I stacked those over here.

- Here we go. File A176Z...
- Thomas Clay Briggs.

I know that name. Why
do I know that name?

Thomas Clay Briggs
is currently serving

six life sentences
for the serial murders

of five people back
in the early 2000s.

Their father was
a serial killer.

Thank you.

Now, what could the FBI
possibly want with me?

Not that I'm complaining.

You're, uh, breaking up
the monotony of my day.

Mr. Briggs, have you
ever donated... sperm?

What kind of question is that?

A straightforward
one. Have you?

Back in college, yeah.

I, uh... I traded
fluids for beer money.

Was it always the same clinic?

Why?

We're not at liberty to say.

Then I'm not at liberty to
answer any more questions.

Guard!

Uh, no. Uh, we're good.

Thank you.

Seven children were born
from your... donation.

So what?

You just found out you're a dad.

- That's your reaction?
- Yeah. What do I care?

I'm dying in this place.

You think I'm gonna
get all touchy-feely

about a bunch of
strangers who exist

'cause I got touchy-feely
with myself for cash?

When you put it
that way... Uh, no.

Then why the hell did you drive

all the way out here
to ask me about this?

Someone's killing off
your kids, one by one.

Now, that's more interesting.

And I can see why you
didn't want to share that.

Do you have any idea who
could be behind this?

I mean, if it was me,
I'd, uh, pay a visit

to the families of my victims.

After what I did to
their loved ones...

I'd want revenge, too.

- That's the last box.
- Okay.

That means we have seven
children from Briggs' samples.

All born between 1986 and 1992.

We already knew about
Sebastian Milner.

And Edwina Davis here matches

our African-American Jane Doe.

Reported missing a month ago.

And the others?
Are they local?

We should get them protection.

I haven't been able to track
down everyone's whereabouts,

but, this one...
Maggie Whitlock...

Lives in Grenada Hills.

Boy, you just can't get
enough of me, can you?

Like you didn't
volunteer for this detail

'cause you knew
I'd be swinging by.

Is Maggie Whitlock inside?

With her son, Theo, yes.

You let them know
what's going on?

I thought that might be
best coming from you.

But I did tell her
you're on your way.

FBI, Mrs. Whitlock.
Can we come inside?

Hey, cutie pie.
Is there a place

we could talk outside of
the range of little ears?

Uh... hey, Theo, I noticed
you have a train set.

Would you mind showing
me your trains?

I'm totally into those.

Is that okay?

Given who his father is,

you really think
it's a coincidence

that Sebastian Milner turned
into a violent criminal?

There's no way to tell.

Sebastian's childhood is a
litany of abuse and neglect.

In and of itself, that's
causal for psychopathy.

And DNA from a serial
killer didn't do anything

to our other victim,
Edwina Davis,

other than make her a
law-abiding citizen.

Oh.

Elena just got a phone number
for another one of Briggs' kids.

Hello?

- Hi. Is this Roman Griffith?
- Yeah, it's me.

This is Special Agent
Laura Stensen with the FBI.

That's a nice try, but
I'm not gonna give you

my social security number, so...

Uh, this isn't a
scam, Mr. Griffith.

I'm calling to inform you that
your life could be in danger.

What kind of danger?

Someone appears to be targeting

the children of your
biological father.

Were you aware that your
mother used a sperm donor?

No. My parents never told
me that they used a donor.

And now you're telling
me he's a serial killer?

The most important
thing right now

is to keep you
and your son safe.

My son has the DNA of
a serial killer, too.

Do you want to ride
backwards or forwards?

Are you currently
in Los Angeles?

No. I'm... I'm in Vancouver
for a couple weeks.

Alright. Well, you're
probably safe for now,

but as soon as we hang up,

I'll reach out to the
field office in Seattle

and alert them to
what's going on.

Targeting innocent
people who had no choice

who their father is...

What kind of sick monster
would do something like that?

I try not to use
labels like monster.

Most serial killers
start as ordinary people

and end up doing
monstrous things.

Um... so... So
what should I do?

Uh, just keep a low profile

and alert me the
minute you travel back.

We'll set you up with
a protective detail.

Okay. Thank you.

Officer Nolan will stay
while you pack your things

and then escort you
to a secure location.

Hi.

Who are you?

Shh.

Wait, wait. But right now,

I need you to take your
son into the bathroom

and lock the door.

I don't have time for
you to ask questions.

Do it now.

- What's going on?
- Look over my left shoulder...

In the trees. He's here.

That's him. That's the guy.

Theo's gone.

He goes out the doggy door
sometimes to play outside.

Ma'am, we need you
to stay inside.

7-Adam-15, send me code-3
units on me and an airship.

Eyes on murder suspect.

Possible kidnapping. In foot
pursuit with FBI agents.

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

Let's go.

FBI! I'm so sorry.

Baby, you okay, huh?

You had us scared. We
were looking for you.

What you got there?

He's gone. There's
a road back there.

He must've had a car stashed.

What's that?

A trophy. From our killer.

We got lucky. If he'd
have taken that boy...

Why didn't he?

If he's targeting all
of Briggs' progeny,

then why not go
after the grandkid?

Maybe he has some
sort of moral code.

Boss, this guy was so damn bold.

You got one cop, two feds,

and he still hung around
in the backyard to watch?

Okay. Well, the good news is,

is that all other potential
victims have been accounted for.

So we are gonna shift
into hunting mode, right?

This guy's moving fast,

which means he's definitely
made some mistakes.

That's how we're
gonna catch him.

Okay?

Uh, hey, so I'll... I'll
see you in 30, 40 minutes?

Oh, and, uh, do you want
monastery, or stinky?

What are you talking about?

Cheese... Uh, cheese
plate for your house.

Who invited you to my house?

Atlas invited me and
Antoinette for a house warming.

You know what?

That's... That's great.

Yeah, it'll be nice having you.

And as far as the
cheese, just surprise me.

Great. See ya later.

See ya.

Daddy, did you find out
you were getting dizzy

because you were
having too much sex?

Simone...

I'm just playing.

I talked to Dr. Price,
and she told me

she's still waiting on
some of your test results,

but she's ruled out
the big, scary stuff.

Look, they've taken
enough blood from me

to feed a family of vampires.

The test result won't
come back until tomorrow.

I could have called you on
the phone and told you that.

But I needed to look
you in your eyes

for you to tell me how long
you've been getting dizzy.

A week.

On and off.

- What?
- Well, Simone, I'm old.

In case you hadn't noticed.

And if I get freaked out by
every little ache and pain,

I would live in the
doctor's office.

Well, if you don't let
the people who love you

take care of you, you
won't live anywhere.

And what is that for?

Oh, that's for me.

We're having a sleepover

and there is nothing
you can do about it.

Want to play dominoes?

Well, yeah.

I'm so glad you came over.

Ready?

- You know what?
- What?

I think it's gonna
look better over there.

It just was over there.

Are you doing this just to
watch us lift heavy things?

- No.
- I'm watching you.

Yeah, I'm watching you.

- Oh, God.
- See?

She's been doing this all day.

I'm happy to help.

Yes. Now, that is perfect.

- Great.
- Oh, I just...

I love this living room.

Hey, you ever notice
how people can easily

express love for
things, but not people?

There's something
pathological about that,

- wouldn't you say, Brendon?
- Oh, God.

Is this one of your
passive-aggressive fights?

Uh, it's so weird.
I don't like it.

Glad you finally
approve, though.

- Mm.
- Makes being here all day

a little easier to take,
especially since I missed

all the fun of chasing
down a serial killer.

- Fun?
- Yeah.

We need to get
this guy out more.

You guys got to meet Tom Briggs.

I've always been
fascinated with him.

I mean, okay, most people
think that his psychopathy

is based in the abuse
that he suffered,

but I think it stems from
his mother's mental illness.

- Come on.
- Oh, here we go.

The old weekly nature
vs. nurture debate.

I think I'm gonna have
to start drinking.

- Alright. Where's the...
- Corkscrew?

Yeah, I remember seeing that

in one of the twenty-five
boxes a few hours ago.

- Okay.
- Yeah, sorry.

Well, uh, luckily,

there's a really cute
market down the street

and it's open late, so
I'll just get a new one.

I'll come with you. Come on.

You know what? Why
don't you stay?

You know I love a
nighttime drive.

I just love

- the wind in my hair.
- Mm.

♪ I drink too much
to escape it ♪

You guys need anything?

♪ But I'm trying to erase it ♪

♪ What keeps you picking
up the pieces of me ♪

♪ Night after night? ♪

- ♪ Do you feel it ♪

♪ Crazy is calling,
do you feel it? ♪

- Something's been bugging me.
- Hmm?

Briggs... he didn't know
about any of these kids.

He... He barely
remembers donating sperm.

But somehow our
new serial killer

knows the exact fertility
clinic to burglarize.

How's that possible?

You never turn off, do you?

Not around you.

Real smooth. But
that is interesting.

Who else would have access
to that information?

The clinic's employees,

or the patients, or...

The children themselves.

♪ Crazy is calling ♪

♪ Now do you feel it? ♪

♪ Tell me, do you feel it? ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ Feel it now? ♪

♪ Tell me, do you
feel it now? ♪

How are you feeling?

Sorry. I know the cattle
prod packs quite a punch,

but I... I just didn't
think you'd come willingly.

We spoke on the phone.

- You're Roman.
- Very good.

You're one of the kids...

And you're taking
out your siblings.

Yes.

And you're gonna help me
finish what I started.

There we go.

Now we can play
Call of Duty in 8K.

I can't believe
Laura has an Xbox.

She didn't, till now. I got
it as a housewarming gift.

I.E., you bought
it for yourself.

What's taking Laura so long?

I don't know. Didn't
she say the store

- was just down the street?
- Yeah.

Car's still here.

That's...

- You hear that?
- Yeah.

Oh, no.

Okay. Why did he take her?

Not sure. But we might
have an idea of who he is.

Now is not the time
for suspense, so...

He's one of Briggs'
biological children.

The files that were
stolen were sealed.

Except for his offspring.
Any one of them

could have looked into
their biological father.

That's not a motive to
murder their siblings.

No, but it is a lead.

So three of the kids are
either dead or assumed so.

Who is left?

Uh, Maggie Whitlock
seems unlikely.

Roman Griffith is in Vancouver.

No, he's not.

That's the man I saw
in Maggie's backyard.

I'm positive.

Okay. We need a deep
dive on Roman Griffith.

And we need it
yesterday. Let's go.

Alright. Let's do this.

Mm.

Okay.

Clearly you're a
serial murderer.

With the pathology that entails.

Clearly.

When I spoke with
you on the phone,

I wouldn't call you a monster.

And that resonated with you.

You think you're acting
for a righteous cause.

Um, uh, a rational one.

See, I knew you had the juice.

Exactly, exactly.

You know, for a
minute, I thought

that you were targeting your
siblings out of jealousy.

You alone would carry your
father's bloodline forward.

But...

No, that's not right.

You're ashamed of it.

You think it made
you what you are.

When I was growing up,

my parents were...

kind to me.

They... They never
stopped loving me,

uh, despite how I was.

And we... we tried everything.

Doctors, therapists,
priests, meds.

Nothing worked.

Nothing would relieve
this pressure in my head,

nothing except violence.

- Murder?
- No. I wanted to.

But I found ways to stop myself.

And then I found out
who my real father was.

And that he was the
worst version of me.

And then I dug a little deeper

and found out that he
had other children.

Violent children...

- No, not all of them.
- How can you be so sure?

I mean, yes, Sebastian
and Chet... they...

They are out and proud
about their cruelty.

But you don't know what
goes on behind the scenes

- with the others.
- So, you thought

that you were doing
the world a favor

by taking your
siblings out of it?

- Yes, yes.
- But that...

That doesn't explain
why you want me here.

I'm not one of your siblings.

And I'm not telling you
anything that you don't know.

It's the boy.

- Maggie's son?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah, he has the DNA.

The only sane thing I
could do was take him out.

But I couldn't do that.

Why?

Some might call
that a conscience.

Don't mock me.

Don't you dare mock me!

I have been agonizing over this.

I just got off the
phone with LAPD...

Roman's apartment is empty.
But there is a BOLO out.

I am not gonna hold my breath.

So what have we
pulled on our subject?

Roman Griffith, raised in
Claremont by two professors.

Discipline issues growing
up, but nothing serious.

No criminal record.

He wound up in a trade
school, became a machinist.

He's worked for a decade plus

at various aerospace
manufacturers.

Explains how he knows how
to use a waterjet cutter.

Yes, but not how he
had access to one.

Those machines cost hundreds
of thousands of dollars.

Wait, wait, Boss.

Two of the factories
Roman worked at closed

in the past six months.

Blue Sphere Aviation
and Descent Aerospace.

And... both of these

are in quiet, industrial areas.

Carter, Simone, you're with
me. I'm gonna contact SWAT,

have them meet us
at Blue Sphere.

Brendon, Atlas,
you take Descent.

Let's move. We are
running out of time.

Why don't you get this?!

You spend your life
tracking people like me.

Like my father. And...
And like this boy.

Think of... of the... The
victims he will hurt and...

And the... the families
that will grieve.

Sorry, just to be clear,
you... you want a pep talk?

To kill a six year old.

To stop a murderer
before he strikes.

It is no different
than what you do.

Maggie's son might have had
some of the DNA as Briggs.

And as you.

But, Roman...

You kill because you want to.

And there is no amount
of rationalizing

that's gonna change that.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
brought you into this mess.

You don't deserve it.

But you know too much now.

When I begin to strangle you,

your body's defense
mechanism will kick in.

- You'll try and fight back.
- No, no, no.

- Hold on, hold on...
- It's natural.

It is your survival instinct.

No, no! Roman, don't...

It's in your DNA... And
that controls us all.

No!

I-I'm impressed by your
resilience, Agent Stensen.

But...

there's no way out.

Uh, that's clever,
that's clever.

That's really clever.

Enough!

Enough, enough, enough.

Clear.

Oh, no.

We're too late...

Atlas, Atlas.

I need to know.
No, I have to know.

- Come here.
- Brendon, I just have to know,

- okay?
- I got it. I got it.

It's her, isn't it, Brendon?

Brendon, is it her?

- It's not her. It's...
- Brendon?

No, no, no. It's a man.

- Brendon, tell me.
- It's a man's body.

- Is it?
- It's a man's body.

We still have time.
We still have time.

Okay, I need your
head in the game.

- Yeah.
- I need your head in the game.

Yeah.

- FBI! FBI!
- Hands, hands!

- Let's see them hands!
- Hands!

Not happening! Not...
No. It's not happening.

Roman. You're not
getting away, okay?

Okay, if you kill me,
they will kill you.

I know.

What?

Come here, Laura.

- Put it down...
- Roman, don't.

It doesn't have to end this way.

Yes, it does.

I-I failed.

Whatever evil comes
out of my siblings

or their kids...

that's on your hands now.

Whoa!

- Hey. Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Are you okay?

It's alright.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

- Hey, Boss.
- Hey. How's Laura?

I sent her home with Atlas.

She's hurting, but
she's gonna be okay.

The rest of the siblings?

Safe and sound.

But even with Roman gone, I
don't think it's a bad idea

to keep tabs on the
rest of the Briggs clan.

For their safety?
Or the world's?

Well, one thing I learned
by having children

is that there are some traits

you can't do anything about.

No amount of nurturing
will change it.

My daughter Billie came
into this world stubborn

and opinionated and has
yet to see the light.

Yeah, that's
definitely in her DNA.

- I wasn't gonna...
- Beat it. And I mean it.

- Yeah, I mean...
- Zip it.

- Apple, tree.
- Zip it, zip it.

Hey, thanks for letting me
work with you on this case.

It was fun.

I should be thanking you.

Your attention to detail
and natural curiosity

is quite impressive.

I learned more cool stuff
in the last two days

than in the past two years.

I'm constantly learning myself.

It's the best part of the job.

Love it.

Hey, if you aren't busy with
Vampire Cop every night,

maybe I can buy you a drink.

Talk about studying forensics.

That sounds lovely.

Although, are you even
old enough to buy a drink?

Okay, boomer.

Listen, forensics can be
challenging and stressful,

but you've got a knack for it.

And I happen to be
one hell of a mentor.

Let's go.

So your dizziness
and loss of balance

is a result of a
minor ear infection.

So we just get you
some antibiotics,

get a wheelchair in here,
and take you to the exit.

Okay. So... So, I
can go home now?

Well, don't sound like
you got to go home,

but you do gotta get
the hell out of here.

So let's hit it, Big Papa.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- You're welcome.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

What, Daddy?

I know this look. Talk to me.

I just do not like
being fussed over.

And for the last couple of days,

that's all people
have been doing.

It's not fussing over you.

It's taking care of you.

You see? That there?

You make it sound like I'm
some kind of an invalid.

You are the best
damn daddy I know.

Enjoy the fruits of your labor

and let folks love
on you a little bit.

I got your back. Now, come on.

Whoa!

Daddy, are you okay?!

Yeah.

Daddy!

I was just checking to
make sure you had my back.

That's not funny.

It's not.

Okay. I'm sorry.

♪ 'Cause our love
is not an empire ♪

♪ But you are nonetheless ♪

It really is a nice house.

Yeah.

Well, except for the memory

of me being kidnapped
in the driveway.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

What for?

Because this morning you
told me that you loved me.

And instead of appreciating
it, I just made endless jokes.

- It's fine.
- No.

That's our thing.
I don't care.

I do.

And you were right.

It's pathological.

And I was deflecting.

But while I was tied up,

with my life about to end...

all I could think about was

I didn't want to die without
saying I love you, too.

'Cause I do.

- I love you.
- Mm.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry. I can't.

What's up?

The couch in the middle
of the room like this...

I think it just needs
to go back there.

Want to help me move it?

- Now?
- Yes.

Come on.

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