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"Sean, let's go!"

Hi, there.

- How long has this been here? - Tuesday.

10-23 on 10th and Montgomery.

Detective, we've got a possible 187 out on Route 59.

That's south of Washington Township.

Detective Breslin.

They're right this way.

- Did anybody move the body? - Er, no.

- But... - You got a cause of death?

Well, officially,

we haven't determined death... sir.

What the fuck is that?

We thought we should call you because of your background in, er, oral...

Forensic odontology.

- That's someone's real bad day. - No kidding.

The victim is male, early to mid thirties,

moderate smoker, less moderate drinker,

upper middle to upper class, lives in the city,

- and not a vegetarian. - You're sure of all that?

The root transparency and the enamel wear

put the age at about 32, plus or minus four.

Acid racemisation will be more precise. I'm waiting on the results of that.

But you see this right here? That is lateral striated trauma.

It's where the pliers slipped.

The victim, he was struggling during the extraction.

- He could still be alive? - Yeah.

Be on a liquid diet, but yeah.

Come and see.

"Come and see."

It was, er, written on four trees around the pond.

North, south, east and west.

- Any idea what it means? - It means they brought a compass?

- How are the kids holdin' up? - Fine.

Imagine it's been a tough week for 'em, Karen's birthday and all.

Yeah.

It's late, Bres. Why don't we get outta here?

Yeah. I'm almost done here, so...

Come on. I'll walk with you.

Earthling, no one can help you now.

- What do you want from me? - Not much. Merely your help...

What is my strength that I should hope?

Is my strength the strength of stones

or is my flesh of brass?

Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb?

O, that I had given up the ghost and no eye had seen me.

I should have been as though I had not been.

I should have been carried from the womb...

"to the grave."

Are not my days few'?

A land of darkness,

as darkness itself, and to the shadow of death,

without any order, and where light is as darkness.

God hath delivered me to the ungodly

and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

Jesus Christ.

- Is that blood? - No, it's paint.

She's been dead about 12 hours.

Don't know how long she was hangin' up there alive.

- How'd she get in that thing? - Drug injection.

No, that's not what I mean. It takes more than one person to do this.

Make sure we get a report from Footprint Morphology.

Then there's this.

Looks like they stood right here and watched.

That's a tripod.

They videoed the entire thing.

- How many kids does she have? - Three, and they're downstairs.

- Let me do it. - I'll do it.

- Who found her? - The daughter.

- Which one? - The oldest one.

You'll have all the support you need.

- She's adopted. - He'll be here any minute.

Thanks for the hot tip!

Hello.

I'm Detective Breslin.

I'm gonna be heading up the investigation,

and I just want you to know that...

- Where are they? - Daddy!

- Daddy! - ' Daddy!

It's gonna be alright.

You need to double-check before we do anything.

- Yeah, will do. - What's up?

- They took something. - They took what?

They took something from inside of her.

She was pregnant.

Detective?

- I didn't mean to interrupt you. - Er... no, no. It's alright. Erm...

ls there, erm, anything that I can do for you?

Are you going to catch the person that did this?

I'm going to try.

Er... Kr-Kristin...

Erm, if you need anything,

if you need to talk or if you have any questions at all,

just call that number. Anything at all.

Thank you.

- What have you got for me? - Heavy-gauge fishing hooks.

Ankles, backs of knees. She had two in the back of each thigh,

one behind each elbow, three up each side of the back,

and there's this. She was stabbed in the chest

with an unidentified, very sharp, very long foreign object.

Punctured her lung.

It lacerated one of the bronchial arteries and the bronchus,

one of the major air passages into the lungs.

So, blood starts flowing out of the severed artery

into the severed air passage, the lungs fill.

You ever accidentally drank water down your air pipe?

Imagine doing it continuously for an hour.

So, are we looking at a torture kill here?

Well, if it was done intentionally, yeah, we would call it torture,

but it wasn't. I mean, to skewer both of those spots in just the right way,

that's basically impossible to do deliberately.

They probably just wanted to bleed her out.

- What is that? - Etomidate injection.

- She was drugged? - Yeah.

So she could be hung up by the fishhooks.

I understand things I see less every year, buddy.

Shit.

Roger that. 14 confirmed.

There's the Metropolitan Theater, where I met your mother.

You tell me that every time you pass it.

Yeah. Yeah, right.

Do you maybe wanna go to the game tonight?

What game?

Well, it's just that a friend of mine has these season tickets

and I thought you might wanna go, so I gave him some money for 'em.

Where would you get that kind of money, Alex?

It was from you, every time you ditch us.

Oh, yeah.

Right. What game is this?

The, erm... The Red Wings.

Red Wings. Hmm.

- If you can't go, if you've got work... - No, no, no, no, no, no. Let's go.

Why not? Hmm?

- Sean! - Yeah?

Guess who's in town tonight.

- Who? - The Red Wings.

- Cool. - We're gonna go to the game.

Yes!

- Yes! Yes! Yes! - Alright!

- Come on! Hi, Rose. - Hi, Mr Breslin.

- Have fun, guys. - Alright, go get ready.

The Wings have been a dominant team on the road...

- Yeah! - Show Dad!

Dad, Dad, look!

You guys look like twins.

- Yeah. - Bres, it's Stingray.

- They found another dead body. - Where?

18th and Broadway. We got an anonymous call.

- We need you down here right now. - I'll be right there.

Steven Silva, 33, single, teaches the second grade.

- Seems to be missing all his teeth. - No, thanks. Got any prints?

Fingerprints, no. Footprints, four sets. Three watching, one doing.

And the tripod, just like before, except for the windows.

That's ripe. Let me have some of that.

- Is that paint again? - Yeah.

What did you find out about these rigs?

These rigs aren't cheap.

Heavy-duty fishing hooks, steel-reinforced lines.

Custom jobs, tailor-made for the suspension connoisseur.

Connoisseur?

Suspension is a subculture based on ancient rituals in several religions.

It's the next step of evolution from tattoos and piercings.

Alright. Well, that's where we start.

Pay a visit to every tattoo parlour in the city.

- We're already on it. - Bres?

What?

Look at him. A second-grade teacher.

Whoever's doing this, it's inhuman.

Tuck, get the paramedics up here! How the fuck did we miss this?

Sloppy fuckin' police work. Come on! Let's go!

He's a good tenant. He pays the rent. He keeps...

Just play that, will you?

Oh, wh-what happened... What happened to the picture?

What? Hold on. What time was that?

4:00am exactly.

Fuck. Just fast-forward again, will ya?

OK, alright. What time was that?

7:00am exactly.

Tuck? What time of death do you have on Silva?

Estimated time of death between 5:00 and 6:00.

And we got an address on that tattoo parlour.

- It's on the corner of Main and 10th. - Alright.

- Hi, there. Can I help you? - Yeah.

I'm looking for something.

- Suspension? - Hm-hmm.

- Yeah, we do that. - Really?

Hey, Banksy!

- What's up? - You know who made this?

Yeah... I did.

- And when was that? - Month, month and a half ago.

So he called you? You never saw him?

No. Called me, told me what he wanted,

faxed me the schematics from a Kinko's.

- That didn't seem strange to you? - Come on, man.

We got doctors, lawyers, businessmen come in here getting stuff done.

Scarification, dermal implants, cock-stretching, whatever.

Doesn't mean they want you to know about it.

- How many did you make? - What?

How many of the suspension rigs did you make?

Bro, it's fuckin' midnight, and I'm still at work helpin' you out

when I wanna be at home catching a jack to Belladonna,

so maybe you oughta cut me some slack if you want my cooperation. Capisce?

- Oh, yeah, maybe I should. - Yeah.

Or maybe I should just take you outside and search you and your car

for controlled substances. How about that?

Foun

- I made four rigs. - Thank you.

Stingray, wake up. I need you to listen to me.

He made four rigs, and we got two victims.

Oh, shit, so there's two more.

- What did you find out about the girl? - Her name's Whitney Jacobs.

She's dehydrated and still in and out of consciousness.

They drugged her up pretty bad.

What I found most interesting was her divorced ex-husband, Garrison Jacobs.

They share custody of two kids, currently with the grandparents.

Two kids? Let me guess. Garrison's got a kid in the second grade?

Yep. Garrison Jacobs must have figured out

his wife was having one too many parent-teacher conferences.

- Garrison Jacobs is currently... - Unaccounted for.

Let's find him.

- "Come and see." - Hey.

You shouldn't be looking at those.

Come and see what?

Well, I don't know.

Come and see. Come and see.

Sean, get away from my stuff.

Revelation 6.

You have got to be kidding.

It was ceremonial. The serving tray, the teeth.

They're announcing themselves. They want us to know they're here.

- Who? - Revelation 6.

"And I saw, and behold, a white horse,

and he that sat on him had a bow, and a crown was given unto him

and he went forth conquering. And when he had opened the second seal,

I heard the second beast say, 'Come and see."'

"And there went out another horse that was red."

"Power was given to him to take peace from the earth

and there was given unto him a giant sword."

- Remember this? - Shit.

"When he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say,

'Come and see, ' and I beheld a black horse, and he that sat on it

had a pair of balances in his hand."

They're labelling them. The fourth is the pale horse.

"And his name that sat on him was Death, and hell followed with him."

It's the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

The Book of Revelation is a vision of the apostle John,

a vision of the end times, as revealed to him by Jesus.

The horsemen are the first four of seven prophetic elements of the apocalypse.

So, OK, erm, there's Death, who rides the pale horse.

- Which, in fact, is green. - Pestilence rides the black horse.

- The red horse is... - War.

Yeah. What is the difference between Death and War?

Think of War as more of a concept.

Not as man killing man, but as strife.

Death is a physicality. War is a state of mind.

And the rider of the white horse?

The rider of the white horse is the leader.

Some believe that he is the Antichrist,

others thinks he is Jesus Christ himself.

Aidan,

these people chose the horsemen as their model for a reason.

If they truly understand the symbolism of the horsemen,

and it sounds like they do,

you should expect things to get much worse.

We're looking for a four-person team.

Their intent is to produce two more victims. I intend to stop them.

Suspect one is the smallest. Between100 and 115 pounds.

The other three kept clear while this one tortured Mary Anne Spitz.

The suspect spent quite a bit of time around her head.

They must have had quite a conversation. The second suspect is Garrison Jacobs.

His whereabouts are unknown at this time.

Suspect three delivered the killing blow in both cases.

I think that he's the pale horse.

- Death. - Why?

Because the fourth suspect is the only one in both locations who never moved.

Not an inch. The fourth suspect is the one we should be most worried about.

He's the ringleader. We find him, and this thing ends.

Breslin.

We got another dead body at the Bell Hotel.

What do you got for me?

- Hello, Garrison. - Bres?

Remember I told you about Spitz's puncture wound

- and the chances it was intentional? - Yeah, you said it was impossible.

I take it back.

Yeah. It's the same.

Almost to the millimetre.

It's someone with medical training.

No, it's a medical savant. It is all the same.

Except no rig.

Checked in Monday afternoon with a single suitcase,

said he's staying indefinitely.

Nobody lives in a hotel unless they're homeless or hiding from somebody.

He knew that they were coming for him next.

The only person who knew how he knew that is in a vinyl bag.

Now the only person with a motive is in a vinyl bag!

Every lead we had is in a vinyl bag!

- What? - Sean told me that he helped you today.

- He was really excited. - Yeah. Right.

You shouldn't show a seven-year-old photographs of a murder scene.

Alex, I did not show them to him.

He found them and I took them away from him.

Whatever.

Hey, Alex?

Er, look, thanks for taking such good care of Sean.

You've been really great with him.

You have parent-teacher conferences tonight.

- I reminded you last week. - What time?

- Like, five minutes ago. - Oh, shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Shit!

Alex has so much potential,

which is why it's so frustrating.

- He's not doing well? - Well, he does great when he's here.

That's just not very often.

Alex is what we call a "maximum result, minimum effort" student.

He doesn't have to try very hard to do well, so he doesn't.

Well, that's, erm...

kind of my fault.

I don't really get to spend as much time with him as I would like.

His, erm, group therapist used to say, er...

On the other hand, if I can be frank...

| think it's a good sign that Alex is trying at all. It's...

Well, it's not often the case with children who have lost a parent.

Yeah.

I'm sure.

- Spit. - I'm done.

Alright. Go get in bed.

Hey. I was thinking maybe Sean and I can take you to school tomorrow.

- Make sure you actually go. - That's good.

Goodnight.

- Thank you for seeing me. - Of course.

But, Kristin, I'm not sure that I'm the person you should be talking to.

- I'm not trained, and... - I just wanna talk to a normal person.

Not a man in a crisp suit with a tape recorder.

OK. Well, I should also tell you that, er...

- I'm not very good with children. - I'm not a child.

No, of course you're not.

- Do you have any kids? - Erm, I have two sons.

What kinds of things do you all do together?

We don't really do a lot of stuff together.

- Why not? - Well... it's a lot of things.

Er... Sean, he's young, and I'm just figuring him out,

and Alex... Well, I was so focused on my job for so long

that, er... I sort of missed his childhood.

My parents did that.

They thought my mom was infertile. They were going to pick a baby,

but then my mom found out about the orphanages,

about us, the older ones.

I remember the first time I saw her, when she came in.

I was eight.

I wanted her to take me with her so bad. I couldn't tell her,

but she did anyway.

I came here to the States.

They were my parents... and I was their daughter.

It was just like I always dreamed it would be.

The next year, Teresa was born.

Doctors said it was a miracle.

That must have been hard.

Why do people do the things they do?

I don't know.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry? What do you have to be sorry about?

I didn't know... this was inside her.

Why do people do the things they do?

I didn't know that...

Why are you wasting our time?

Why are you wasting our time?

I know what you're going to ask me five minutes before you do.

Detective Breslin.

If you'd like to come in here,

I will tell you things.

I wonder, Aidan, what you think of me.

You thought I was just this sweet girl who had been wronged by the world.

- What do you think now? - I still think that.

- Really? - Hmm.

The moment I met you,

I knew we would have a special relationship.

- So, why your mother? - Because I hate my father.

- Why not him? - Would you rather be dead

or live the rest of your life without your soulmate?

- I'd rather be dead. - You just might be, Kristin.

Do you realise that?

- Why did you turn yourself in to me? - I was craving some good conversation.

You're not Death.

Do you know the difference between Death and War, Detective?

Yes. Death is a physicality. War is a state of mind.

You're right.

Death is what happens at the end. War's everything else.

What is "everything else"?

You mean... you haven't found them yet?

Some books, trophies,

creepy-ass clown dolls.

Let's see. We got some clothes, some cartoons.

- Cartoons? - Yeah.

- She's a little old for cartoons. - Here.

There's another one.

- "Garrison Jacobs." - "Mary Anne Spitz."

No. Why are you doing this?

What does it feel like? Does it feel like you are weightless?

You should feel like you don't exist.

Do you feel expendable yet?

Does your heart tell you that it's your time to come and see the end?

Yes! Yes. Oh, my God.

Yes. Oh, God!

Now you feel like I do, at war for the last ten years of my life,

fighting against the things he does, and the way you forget.

No! I'm so sorry!

I'm your daughter, and you allowed me to hurt.

Now you die.

The war's inside you now. War, and then Death.

You're going to drown now, Mom.

- Oh, my God! - Oh, my God!

Stingray! Where the fuck are you?

I didn't know you were here. I thought you were one of them.

I know what you did.

. Hmm?

What the fuck...?

Did you come here tonight looking for these?

She's getting under your skin, Detective,

manipulating you to believe whatever she wants you to believe, Detective.

Stingray, why don't you go call Child Services

and tell them to pick up the Spitz daughters? Mr Spitz is going to jail.

Will do.

Let me tell you something.

She's a fuckin' monster.

Your room is very red.

Come on, Aidan. I know you understand what we're doing.

- No, I don't. - Don't lie. You do.

You saw the pictures. You know what he did to me.

Then you know just as well as I do, taking her wouldn't have been enough.

He needs to know that she hurt, inside, like I did.

12 hours in exchange for ten years?

I think that's a pretty favourable trade.

And what about the rest, Kristin?

Garrison Jacobs, Steven Silva. What did they do to you? Hmm?

There's going to be more, isn't there?

Three people does not make an apocalypse.

How many more, Kristin?

Four horsemen.

Four offerings. No more.

Aidan... you are not going to find them.

- You forgot? - No, I didn't forget.

I would never forget that.

It's just that...

Alex, we can't keep doing this every year.

You know, it's just... It...

Hey! I don't know how many times I have to explain myself!

Just because I don't show it, doesn't mean I don't miss her.

- You don't know what she went through. - I was there!

For every biopsy, every chemotherapy!

You weren't there when it mattered!

That case you were working on when Mom was dying?

Was it worth it?

Bres.

It's The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by Albrecht Dijrer.

Wood carving, 1498.

- Beautiful, right? - Yeah.

We got this... from Garrison Jacobs's stomach.

I think they made him eat it.

15.

The computer this chip came out of, can you trace it?

If his system was inventoried online, we can connect it to the IP address.

- And that'll tell you where it is? - Pretty much.

If the IP was assigned by the CO, we can gee-locate down to a street address.

Do it.

Computer guy's got a location on the chip.

Let's go.

Get out of the way! Halt!

Damn it! He went down the fire escape!

Bring 'em down.

He's heading down the alley!

- Everybody out! Come on! - Clear the room! Clear the room!

- Come on! Move it! - Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- Bres! Come on! - Fuck!

- Let it go, Bres! Let's go! - It's evidence!

- Bres, let it go! Let's go! Come on! - Fuck!

Very interesting.

The suspect got away. We're setting up a perimeter.

Well, we got lucky about one thing. Tell him, Terrence.

They wound magnesium ribbons through the drives, around the RAM.

Burns at 4,000 degrees. It's smart, but the magnesium didn't catch in this one.

It gives me a good place to start.

I saw a web page on this monitor, "We are the nothing."

If that was on this, would you be able to find it?

- Give me some time. - Do it quick.

Black, black, black.

Red, red.

Green, green. The four horsemen, the four horsemen.

Order up, Cheryl.

I ordered you a coffee. Black, with two packets of sugar and...

So...

What do you want'?

Mom and Dad support me, you know? I don't understand why you can't.

Mom and Dad support you?

No. Mom and Dad don't understand this.

They don't understand why you're doing this. I don't understand it.

It doesn't even affect them, or you.

Doesn't affect us? Hey, fuck you, pal!

It doesn't fuckin' affect us?

Fuck you. You have no fuckin' idea.

Know what it's like havin' people say,

"There goes Taylor Kurth. His little brother's a faggot."?

Having to suffer people talkin' shit about your own blood,

and knowin' that they're right? Fuck you!

What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?

Stop fuckin' crying. Fuckin' stop it!

I will fuckin' walk out of here.

What the fuck are you looking at? Go fuckin' clean something.

Knock this shit off.

Right? Be a fucking man.

Jesus Christ, for once in your fucking life...

This isn't how I wanted tonight to go.

What did you expect, Cor?

That I was gonna change my mind?

Tell you how happy I am that my little brother takes it up the ass?

- Come on. Fuckin' Jesus, man. - No.

I just...

- I didn't want it to have to come... - Seriously, just shut the fuck up.

OK? I'm...

I'm fucking exhausted. Just drive me home. Drive me home.

I just wanna go home, go to bed.

Jesus.

- You alright? - Don't fuckin' touch me!

- Is that you? - Yeah.

OK...

Excuse me?

Everything in your pockets, and do it fast.

Hey, you take another step back, and I'll cut you like a fuckin' pig.

- Hell follows with... - What's that?

I said, "Hell follows with me."

Owen Rundell, 35, seven priors, breaking and entering, petty theft.

Amateur shit. Tonight, Mr Rundell tried to mug the wrong cat.

Victim fought back, put a nice little hole in his side.

- And? - Tell him.

He said not to worry cos he purposely avoided hitting my organs.

- Did you see his face? - Yeah.

- Could you describe him to an artist? - Yeah.

OK. Great. Get our best artist on this. I want this done fast, as in right now.

Fax it to every medical facility in a 200-mile radius.

Check it against employees, residents, candy stripers. Find him!

I'm on it.

- Hello, this is Detective Breslin. - Hi. This is Lee Shoemaker.

I'm a registered nurse at the university hospital.

- I know Corey. - Do you have his last name?

Thank you. Kurth. Corey Kurth. K-U-R-T-H.

This is Dispatch. Can we have an address on Corey Kurth?

555 Canal Street. Back-up is on the way.

We found Green, but we have no horseman.

I...

I feel fuckin' weird.

Oh!

Oh.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Jesus Christ!

Holy fucking Christ.

Oh, no. Somebody help me. Somebody gotta help me. I wanna get out. What...

Co... Corey?

Oh, Jesus Christ. What the fuck's going on?

Corey!

Oh... Corey. Corey!

Oh, my God! Fuck, somebody get me out of this fucking thing! Help. Oh, my...

Oh, fuck, man, is that you? Is that... Oh, Jesus. Corey.

Oh, Jesus, thank you. Get me out of this fucking thing.

Oh, my God. Corey. Oh, Corey, Corey, get me out of this fucking thing.

There's fucking hooks in my...

What the fuck are you doing? Come on. Let me out of this thing.

Get me out of this fucking thing, will you?

Jesus fucking Christ, man, what are you doing?

What is this? I don't understand what you're doing to me.

Yes, you do.

Oh, God'.!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I was wrong! I didn't mean any of those things I said.

I didn't mean what I said to you. I'm sorry. I was being stupid.

I'm your brother, Corey. Come on, what are you doing?

We can't both live like this any more.

Having an older brother who can't support me?

And be happy for me like I am for him?

I looked up to you so much!

Let's talk about it. Come on. I'm sorry.

No! No, no more talking.

- What the fuck are you doing? - The pain needs to go away.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I didn't...

The pain is going to go away tonight.

Corey, let me out of this fucking thing right now!

Corey, let me out of this fucking thing! I swear to God!

You fucking let me out of this thing! Corey!

What are... Oh, no.

Corey, stop it. Corey!

What the fuck are you doing? Don't do it!

God, no! God, don't!

My name is Detective Breslin. I'm afraid I have to ask you a few questions.

Taylor, can you hear me?

- Taylor... - I can hear you.

Can you tell me what happened?

Which part do you wanna hear?

The part where my brother hung me up?

Or the part where he made me watch...

Wa... Watch...

Taylor, I need you to help me understand why he did it.

Cos he's a fuckin' faggot!

He's a fuckin' faggot! He's a fuckin' faggot! You're all fuckin' faggots!

Can you guys get these hooks out of him?

Excuse me.

How did he do that to himself?

- PCP? - Enough to kill a small mule.

It's the closest I've seen someone come to... cutting out their own heart.

So, you found Corey.

- Yes. - Tell me about it.

- He's dead. - Corey was a remarkable person.

Oh, I don't doubt that.

You and Corey are from different worlds.

How did two people like you and Corey meet?

You want to know how people like us can meet each other?

We are the nothing. How can we not meet each other?

The world lives in my bedroom, Aidan, and in Corey's,

and in anyone else's who's looking for something or someone

they can't find at home.

So... did Taylor hurt?

Oh, yeah.

He's really fucked up. Does that make you happy?

Is that what you think?

We do what we do, and all of a sudden, we are happy?

You don't know the first thing about hurt.

But you're paying attention now.

Yes, I'm paying attention now, Kristin.

I have four victims. I only have two horsemen.

I can save you a lot of time and energy right now.

You are not going to catch Pestilence, ever.

And the rider of the white horse, you don't find someone like that.

Someone like that finds you.

Oh, really? Is that how it happened?

The rider of the white horse found all of you, put this all together?

Created a forum to show the world?

Yes. That's what a leader does.

You could learn a lot from him.

Don't be like that.

Where's Sean?

I let him go to a friend's house for dinner. I really didn't expect you back.

Yeah.

Can we talk?

This place is great. Who do you come here with, friends?

Yeah, sometimes I come with friends.

Recently though, I've just been, you know, by myself.

Sometimes I'll come after school or whatever.

When Sean's with a friend or you're working through dinner.

Well, we should start coming here together.

Like, once a week, we'll come on the same day.

We could make this one of our things.

- Hmm? - Right.

Dad... Sean is starting to ask a lot of questions,

like why you're not around and things like that,

and I can answer those,

but he's gonna start asking about Mom.

Alex, I want you to know that...

I mean, I'm so sorry that you had to have that moment with your mom alone.

But do you know what I would give to have had that moment with her

instead of you?

It's not that you weren't there that night.

It's that you never came back.

Well, the whole deal with your mom, it was... it was hard on everybody.

But I'm coming back now, OK? This is me telling you that I am back.

Alex, I just... This case that I've been working on, it's bad.

I mean, it's really bad. But it's almost over.

And after this case, it's all gonna be different.

- Everything is gonna be different? - I promise.

Western Division has a case they need you on. Attempted rape.

Apparently, he's a heck of a biter. Briefing's this afternoon.

- Hey, Krupa, wait a minute! - Yeah?

I don't have time for this.

- There's still two horsemen out there. - They told us to expect four victims.

- We have four victims. - No, we don't. They're not finished.

Let me explain something to you.

They chose the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse for a reason.

Did you know that the word "apocalypse" doesn't mean "the end of the world"?

The literal translation of it is "the lifting of the veil".

They have been trying to show us something.

They're leaving clues, it all ties in together.

This is the website that the computer was connected to.

It's a forum. There are thousands of members on it.

That date's new. That wasn't there.

When I first saw that, that was a place to type in a password. That's tomorrow.

They're trying to lead us to something. They're building to something.

- Building to what? - I don't know!

But it's going to happen tomorrow! Now, we know two of them.

If we find out what connected them, that might lead us to the other two.

- I need more time to find this out. - Let this go.

- We don't have more time. - I don't have time...

- Just drop it! - Krupa!

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were sent to initiate hell on earth,

and it's happening tomorrow.

Fine. You've got 24 hours.

- They've been leaving breadcrumbs. - I guess we missed a couple, cos...

Bres?

Four "come and sees", one in each direction.

Mary Anne Spitz. One, two, three, four.

Silva's apartment. One, two, three, four.

Garrison Jacobs's hotel room...

- There's only three. - Yeah.

That's why there's no rig, no ceremony, no paint, no necklace,

nothing taken from the body. That's why the veil hasn't been lifted yet.

Garrison Jacobs is not the third victim.

What was he?

Garrison Jacobs is Pestilence.

I was trying to get my beauty sleep.

Garrison Jacobs tricked us into punishing the innocent.

- What did he tell you? - He told us Silva molested his son.

- He lied to you. He was... - Heartbroken and lying. So we bled him.

You could kill him. You didn't need Pestilence like you needed the others.

He just operated the computers.

It would have been nice to have carried the Pestilence theme throughout.

Three horsemen just doesn't have the same ring.

That means there's one less horseman,

which means there's going to be another victim.

Does it eat at you, Detective Breslin?

That three of the four of us are off the streets,

and you had nothing to do with it?

We would have caught you.

Really.

Goodbye, Kristin.

"The great day of his wrath has come; And who shall be able to stand?"

"Who shall be able to stand?" Maybe that's why they used the rigs.

- Find something? - They were both in group therapy.

Who were the doctors?

Annette Richardson and...

- Annette Richardson. - We'll look her up and pay her a visit.

Oh, God.

We called you because of your background in...

Forensic odontology.

Bres, what's the matter?

Kristin has acted like she's known me since the day she turned herself in.

That's because she does. The teeth were placed on that pond

to guarantee that I would be assigned to the case.

They're after me and my family. Stingray, I want you to do me a favour.

Go to my house and take care of Alex. I'm gonna pick up Sean.

- What's going on? - When Karen died,

Alex was in group therapy. Same doctor.

This is Aidan Breslin! I'm driving there now. I'm his father!

I just need someone to tell me if he's in his classroom!

- Bres? Bres? - Stingray?

It's me. At the house. What the fuck?

Stingray! Stingray!

Shit!

Stingray? Ray?

Police emergency. How can I help you?

This is Detective Aidan Breslin, 14th Precinct.

I have an officer badly injured, 28th and Nanty Street.

You don't find someone like that.

Someone like that finds you.

He does great when he's here.

That's just not very often.

Alex?

Alex!

Alex!!

Alex!

Alex, answer me!

- Dad? - It's gonna be alright, Alex.

I'm gonna get you down! Hold on!

It's gonna be OK, Alex! It's gonna be alright!

I'm bleeding.

I'm supposed to drown, not bleed.

- No, you're not! - Yes, I am!

You have to know!

This won't end with us.

- Please, God. - There is no Four Horsemen.

There's millions of them.

They're born into this fucked-up world

by parents who are unwilling to even try to understand them!

I understand.

And it won't end until every parent in this fucked-up society

realises that it does apply to them!

They're watching us right now.

They're waiting for the last horseman to make the final sacrifice!

Waiting for the sign, my death, to begin the apocalypse.

The veil will be lifted, and the people will finally see.

Alex, please tell me you didn't do these things.

Tell me you didn't do this to yourself.

Why? Because I'm your son?

You haven't been in my room in three years.

All you had to do was go in my room.

Alex... I told you it would be different.

It can still be different.

Alex...

Alex!

Alex!

No! No! Alex!

Alex! No! No! No, Alex!

Alex! Alex!

Alex?

Alex? Alex?

Alex? Alex?

Open your eyes! Open your eyes! Look at me!

Alex?

Alex?

Mex'?

Da... Da... Dad?

You were right. You were right.

After your mom died, I never came back.

I never came back. I wasn't there for you and Sean.

Please...

I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Please forgive me.

Give me a chance to be a father to you.

We're gonna be alright.

Whatever happens, I'm never gonna leave you again.

You're gonna be alright.

I'm not gonna let you die.

Sean?

Sean?

- Daddy? - Yeah?

I had a bad dream.

You did?

I'm here now.

Where's Alex?

Don't you worry about Alex.

Alex is gonna be OK.

- I love you, Sean. - I love you too, Daddy.