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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.

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 ♪

♪ Whatever will be, will be ♪

The Vigilante:
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...

♪ Qué será, será ♪

...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--
aka: 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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