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Previously on Cross...

You're not
managing very well.

I had to put flowers
on your wife's grave.

Emir Goodspeed OD'd.

The end.

I went to that dude's
house for a date. I'm at 41 Price Street.

It all comes back
to whatever went down

at the Price Street
address. I need

a warrant, please.

I need you to be
strong. Aileen Wuornos.

She killed seven men.

- But I can do something so much better.
- Hit it.

- Voilà.
- And the book?

- I ain't had no time.
- So where is it?

These are all serial killers
on one side and victims on the other.

There's one killer without
a match: Aileen Wuornos.

I need to find out who's
fucking with my family.

The woman's
name was Brenda Leeland.

- We found a note in her room.
- Is that a dress?

It's not Maria's, but
I've seen it before.

Lance Marion went on a date

expecting to meet a
lovely young woman.

Instead,

he met a murderer.

Please, please.

You can take it all,
just please let me go.

- Please, please...
- Shut the fuck up.

She
tortured him for hours.

Don't
have shit in here!

And when
he tried to escape...

Deirdre Nolan

ruthlessly struck Lance Marion

until he was long past dead.

Not once, not twice,

but 17 times. The evidence

proves that beyond
the shadow of a doubt,

starting with her confession.

It's up to you, the jury,

to make sure she
never kills again.

Seventeen times?

You don't see that kind of
overkill from a woman too often.

No, but trauma changes things.

I mean, the way Deirdre came
up, she never knew her father,

her mom was an addict and a
prostitute, OD'd when Deirdre was 13.

Homeless after that.

Prosecution has
concluded its case.

The court will now hear closing
arguments from the defense.

You recognize that dress?

Oh, shit.

So that's what this looked
like when it was new.

Who got their hands on this?

I don't know, but you want
to hear some more crazy shit?

Brenda Leeland was a C.O.

Yo, don't tell me she worked at the
same prison they sent Deirdre to.

She was fired a year ago for
multiple citations for...

guess what... inmate abuse.

All right. So, Kowaleski was the
prosecutor that put her away.

Brenda Leeland did God knows what
to her when she was locked up.

How did you land
on the shit list?

If I had to guess...

Well, the defendant
showed inappropriate affect, uh,

lack of empathy,
violent tendencies.

All the signs of a
psychopathic personality.

In your opinion,

can the state provide the
therapy this woman needs

to keep the public safe?

Oh, therapy may help her, yes.

But will she be able
to reenter society?

No.

In my professional opinion,

she cannot be fixed.

I can't believe
I said that shit.

You saw what she
did with that bat.

Yeah, but I try to teach the
kids there's always hope.

That no one is
beyond redemption.

The judge gave her life.

He cited my testimony
when he sentenced her.

She goes in, she gets abused,

commits suicide.

And someone wants you to pay.

- But who?
- I don't know.

There's no relatives,
no trace of anyone

in the records I've
been able to turn up.

But you did a
psychiatric eval, right?

Yeah, but I can't get it.

The law changed.
It's privileged now.

And there's no one
to sign a release.

I'm just gonna
check on something.

Just pick a
song you already know.

Can't just be a
song I already know.

I have
to connect to it.

- Why?
- Psst. Psst, psst.

Well, Miss
Nancy says that

when you love a song, it
sounds better when you play it.

Boring.

Does it have to be classical?

- No. I could play Mommy's song.
- Don't. -

Why?

Don't play that,
Damon. It'll make Daddy sad.

Oh. Look, we-we got to
make a change, Alex.

You got your babies
walking on eggshells.

I know.

It takes time.

It takes effort to move forward.

You know what Friday is?

- No.
- Yes, I'm bringing it back.

There's too much
sadness in this house.

Too much waiting around
for life to happen again.

A little First Friday Karaoke

would do us all good.

We need it.

It's too soon.

Look, you've got
between now and Friday

to get yourself in
the right place,

because it is going
to happen, baby.

This was built
for temperature control,

so you're already halfway
to soundproof safe room.

- Mm-hmm.
- We just need to reinforce, uh,

this wall here,
here, the new door.

And run the cables,
uh, for the cameras,

and tying the vents
into the separate HVAC.

This is no problem, Mr. Ramsey.

Good. Make this your priority.

I don't care if you have
to work around the clock.

Sure, sure. We do this in
maybe three days, maybe two.

I'll leave you to it, then.

- What kind of dog?
- Dog?

- You have dog?
- Oh, right.

I did, but it died.

Measure! And don't
ever ask the client personal questions!

Alright.

All right,
Emir Goodspeed

was murdered by a serial
killer, but that killer

kept a scrapbook of their work.

In here, you'll find a postmortem
photo of Emir and ten other victims.

Each of those victims was transformed
to resemble a serial killer.

Now, our killer turned Emir
into Maurice Freeman, Jr.,

better known as the Sandman.

He raped and killed 14 women.

He was executed in 2007
by lethal injection,

same method used to kill Emir.

All the serial
killers were executed

except for one,
who shot himself.

Of the victims identified,
the methods match,

and we feel it's the same
case for the rest of them.

Now, Freeman's last meal
was grilled pork chops,

mashed potatoes,
chocolate cupcake.

Emir's stomach contents show

he was fed the exact
same meal before death.

Our killer duplicates
absolutely everything.

This book will be the key
to finding our killer.

That print... is
it blood or ink?

Blood.

Several of the pages
contain mementos.

Human tissue, hair,
blood, scraps of clothes.

We've sent samples to the lab.

What are we calling this freak?

We're
calling him the Fanboy.

Seemed like a good name
for this motherfucker.

The media gonna love this shit.

Yeah, but let's try to keep a lid on
this until we have the man in custody.

Until then, this room is a one-stop
shop for everything Fanboy.

You guys can start with confirming
IDs on the rest of the victims.

There's one more thing.

The pages in this book
are set up for 12 killers.

Emir and the Sandman
complete set number 11.

That means the Fanboy
needs one more victim

to complete whatever
work he's doing,

and we think he's
already found her.

Her?

Aileen Wuornos.

You got it.

She's the only one in
that book without a twin.

Yet.

But we have evidence that our
killer currently has a captive.

And that means
we're on the clock.

That's right. Now,
we don't have a name,

but three things are certain:

she resembles Aileen Wuornos,

he's gonna make
her an exact match

and he's gonna kill her if
we don't find her first.

If you coming with an
apology, I want it in writing.

You batting a thousand, John?

You said this guy
has someone, right?

Mm-hmm.

Well, this girl's missing.

You make her a blonde,
that's Aileen's sister.

- What's her name?
- Shannon Witmer.

You hear these stories.

People go missing and just
show back up, you know?

There was this woman in
Colorado, just last year.

Disappears for, like, two weeks.

- Turns out, she was just on vacation and...
- Stop.

You can't just wish...

Tom has always been an optimist.

But you guys are
from homicide, right?

So, is this that visit?

We think she's alive.

Can you tell us about the man she
was meeting the day she disappeared?

What-what man? She
was meeting someone?

Coworkers said she met
someone on a dating app.

- He was helping her find a new job.
- New job? No, no.

Uh, she would have
told me about that.

We talk or text every day.

That's why I was worried.

She just suddenly stopped.

Can I see your
cell phone, please?

Here.

Thank you.

You here for a reason

or just to eat our cookies?

We're here to work.

Now, I know you heard we got
Emir's death declared a homicide.

Thank you for finally
telling the truth,

- Detective.
- Malika.

- They're our guests.
- We're looking for ways

that Emir may have crossed
paths with his killer.

You know if he was
on any dating apps?

Malika, answer their question.

They're doing
something for Emir,

and as far as I can tell,
they're the only ones.

Yeah, he was.

Do you know which one?

Well, if he was,
it was a gay one.

That help?

He lived in my house, child.

So, then, why did you let him
sneak around all that time?

Because I figured

he'd tell me when he was ready.

He was on e-Fling,
mostly, 'cause...

- they let you match with any gender.
- Okay.

Thank you. That's all we needed.

Good?

Where'd they go?

Lunch.

Let's see if we can't
undo some of this damage.

Are those Weegees?

You know Weegee?

Course you do.

Want to know a secret?

Those are mine.

I took those.

So?

What do you think?

Come on, give me your critique.

I can take it.

They really do remind
me of Weegee's work.

In what way?

All those shots of
crime scenes... they're like...

classic still-lifes.

Except they're more
like still-deaths.

Do you know what I mean?

Yes.

It's like...

instead of a fly or a
clock in the painting

to suggest death in the
midst of life, Weegee

captures a spark of life

amidst death.

He makes it beautiful

without hiding the gory reality.

It's probably why he
remains so relevant.

His work, it...

it tells truths

no one wants to hear.

Well, if you're not doing
that, what's the point?

That's what art is.

Exactly.

Right.

Oh.

It's hard to talk like
this when you have me...

I wish that we could...

really talk.

Maybe we could.

- If you promise...
- I promise.

- Let's continue this later.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Shh.

Here's the good news.
Mrs. Witmer was right.

Shannon's messages never
made it to her phone.

Everything passing
between them was

being intercepted and
responded to by the killer.

How is that possible?

I'd need Shannon's
phone to be sure.

But my best guess is
a spyware called RATS.

Seriously classified shit.

You need more than money
to get your hands on it.

He's in a position of
power by day and by night.

He controls everything about his
victims before he kills them.

And he savors that control.

Well, the bad news is that the
dating apps are no help to us.

Shannon and Emir were
on different apps,

and they were both very
popular. Too popular.

- They had hundreds of matches between both of them.
- Hundreds?

A match isn't a hookup, old man.

- Did you cross-reference...
- All the matches?

What are we, rookies?
None of the names match.

- All right, did you, uh...
- Yes, we checked

for catfish and none
of the fake profiles

- matched up either.
- Mm-hmm.

- Can you put 'em up...
- On the screen so you can see 'em?

Told you.

Shannon and Emir didn't match or
connect with any of the same profiles.

Hmm. Josh Glatman.
Born in the Bronx, December 10.

Lived in Colorado. Loves reading

pulp fiction. You know who
else loved pulp fiction?

No.

Harvey Glatman, the
Lonely Hearts Killer.

I never heard of him.

We got Joey Alcala.

Born in Texas.

Loves films and game shows.

- Wait. The Dating Game Killer.
- That's right.

- Rodney Alcala.
- That's right.

Guy went on The
Dating Game and won.

Bachelorette didn't want to go
out on a date with him, though.

- Said he was too creepy.
- Happens to Akbar all the time.

All right, listen, the Fanboy is using
the names of real serial killers.

Yeah, you two dig a little deeper,
see if you can find the real people

- behind these.
- That's gonna take some time.

Got an idea to speed things up.

We're gonna feed the beast.

This woman
couldn't meet us inside?

It's too cold out here.

Maybe wear a real coat
in the winter, my friend.

But, no, no, you want
everybody to see your nipples.

You know, it's days like this that
I wish global warming was real.

Hey, hey, hey. You want to slander
COVID vaccines, that's one thing,

but you leave that climate change
denying bullshit at the house.

- I'm serious.
- I'm saying it's cold, right?

I'm not playing with you.

Is that my sandwich?

So what's going on?

You don't answer the phone when I call,
and now we've got to do this in person?

I'm here to make good on
a favor that I owe you.

Yeah, how good?

Shannon Witmer.
She's a college graduate.

Promising future.
She went missing.

That's front page, right, John?

Oh, I think so.

Especially since she got
parents who can cry on cue.

But we got the
expert right here.

Hightower?

Missing white girl.

I mean, it's newsworthy, but
that's not what our deal was.

You promised me
everything and anything

connected to the Goodspeed case.

Wait, is she...

- This-this is connected?
- You help me,

you get the exclusive
when it breaks.

For now, just get her name
and her face out there.

Are those my chips?

I owe you.

A big halo.

We're both too old to
be some kind of "Private Dancer."

Now, this Proud Mary Tina...

it hits both Cs... it's both

classy and classic.

No, no, no, you got
it backwards, Nancy.

Being old means we can
dance anytime, anywhere.

With our knees?

- Hey!
- Oh, Alex!

Guess who's coming with
us for First Friday?

Yeah, I heard that you can
sing a little. I can't wait.

She should've told
you I'm not coming.

Stop it. You have to come.

No, he doesn't.

Damon can run the machine.

Um, can you get it off
the shelf in the garage?

Damon can't do that part.

I'll go get it.

Well, it's the least you can do,

when you're breaking traditions.

Supposed to be the
whole family there.

But the whole family
won't be there, will we?

The only voice I'll hear
is the one that's missing.

I'm sorry, Nana. I'm
s-sorry, I can't. I...

I mean, what, you w-you
want to see me break down?

No, baby, I just want to
see you break through.

♪ Here is my hand ♪

♪ For you to hold ♪

♪ Here's the part of
me they have not sold ♪

♪ I've wandered far ♪

♪ I've had my fill ♪

♪ I need you now ♪

♪ Do you love me sti... ♪

Justice
for Emir! Justice for Emir!

Shannon Witmer's

only been missing a few days

and she's on the front page.

And no offense to her.

We hope she's okay.

But my brother,
Emir Goodspeed...

a pillar in the community...

was killed over two weeks ago

and the MPD has only now
admitted he was murdered.

And he has never
seen the front page.

Make sure they
don't forget Emir.

Justice
for Emir! Justice for Emir!

Justice for Emir!

Malika.

No one is trying to forget Emir.

- This isn't by accident.
- So it's a conspiracy?

You don't think that there
are white supremacists

in the establishment
working against us?

I know damn well there are.

But we sometimes can be
our own worst enemies.

Wow. You have been pushed

to a whole new level of coonery.

I mean, not just victim
blaming, but the victim

blaming himself. Just...

Look, Ed says it's
not even black tie.

I say we leave as soon as
he blows out the candles.

Mm, nah.

I'm not going without a date.

Are you trying to
make me jealous, huh?

No, look.

I'm not gonna be a good date
until I wrap up this case.

Don't make me call Hilliard.

Okay, okay.

Oh, nah, nah, that's cold.

You gonna put a name
to the competition?

Are you stressing
over something, Alex?

What you talking
about? I'm good.

You can tell that
story to somebody else.

As long as I've been here,

never once have you not finished
a half smoke with chili.

This makes two weeks in a row.

Better get that looked at.

She's right.

You need some Alex Cross time.

You can't be good for anybody
until you're good to yourself.

Are you trying to spin this
back to Ramsey's birthday party?

Oh, forget the party.

Nah, you and me.

Tomorrow night.

No excuses.

Pick you up after work.

Where we going?

You want me to say right here?

In front of all these people?

I...

I kind of do.

The way you're making it sound.

Well, it's definitely
going to feel

even better than it sounds.

You're right. These
quotes must matter to this freak.

But they look random.

Why are these ones red?

A lot of the quotes
are public record.

Last words, statements
to the press. Like that.

But there's no record
of these red ones.

De Lackner thinks he made
shit up to suit himself.

You don't agree?

One of my dumb-ass cousins
got to trading letters

with a guy doing
a nickel for GTA.

Started saying shit like,

"I love him, Amielynn."

Jesus.

So you think the Fanboy
corresponded with these freaks.

Well, not everyone has a
cousin to beat some sense into them.

Fuck.

What inspired this?

This sick motherfucker
has got to go away, ASAP.

All right, this is
everything we have on Emir.

Theme on Shannon.

These two are the other victims.

Couple of blanks here
and there, but...

Hey, did
we ever figure out

- the name of that...
- Shh.

Doing his thing.

He thinks...

he's an artist.

He wants to leave
behind a masterwork.

He wants to be adored.

Thank you all for accommodating
this schedule change.

I ran into some unforeseen
circumstances, but

I've addressed them.

It's the book.

You know how some people think a
photo can take a part of their soul?

I think that's the book for him.

A way to...

capture their power for himself.

Everything

is on track.

I am going to finish on the day,

and the time, as
was always the plan.

He won't kill forever.

He has an ultimate moment

he's been working
towards for years.

And I know

that you will all
want to be there

to witness the moment

everything changes.

And then...

then he'll be complete.

More.

Transformed.

We have to catch him
before he finishes Shannon.

If we don't find him
before that book is done,

we may never have
another chance again.

You wanted
Dierdre Nolan?

Ask and you shall receive.

That's the psych eval
video you asked for.

Can't believe you found it.

You know, amazing is what I do.

When I'm not being perfect.

You think she gave the
stalker away in the interview?

I don't know.

But this is the last thread
I have to follow with her.

Hello, Deirdre, I'm Alex Cross.

How you doing?

I'm in jail, so...

That's right.

Do you know what
you're in jail for?

Is this a game?

You better be careful.
I'm good at games.

It's not a game.

I killed Lance Marion.

Why?

Does it matter?

It does to his friends and
family. They loved him.

What, did they think he
was gonna live forever?

Have you ever lost
someone you love?

Yeah. I had a cat.

She got hit by a car.

I bet you were sad about it.

I found a new cat.

There's always another cat.

Cats are different than people.

You lost your mother.

How did it feel to
lose a family member?

- Blood doesn't make you family.
- Hmm.

What makes you family is
how much people love you.

- Your mother didn't love you?
- She wasn't family.

What makes you family

is how much people love you.

Someone out there loved Deirdre.

Enough to set Brenda
Leeland up to die.

- Enough to kill Maria.
- We think.

If that's true, then
they got their revenge.

So why won't they
leave you alone?

I guess revenge didn't
make the pain go away.

We found him!

What?

I've got Hardy and
Akbar writing a warrant,

but it's in Virginia, so it's
gonna take some time until we...

Stop, stop, stop. You
found who? The Fanboy?

One of Shannon's
friends tells me

that she had some
skin condition.

Dermatome, dermatomite...
however the fuck you say it.

Key part is, if it doesn't
get treated, it spreads.

And from the way you
talk about Fanboy,

that won't do at all, right?
She needs to be perfect.

But you can't fix it with
over-the-counter medication.

You can't even get it
at a regular pharmacy.

It has to be custom-mixed
at a compounding pharmacy.

There's only three in the DMV,

and only one filled
a prescription for it

- two days ago. - Where?
- Kugler's.

Customer picked it
up yesterday. Boom.

Please tell me you got a name.

Harry Powers.
Couldn't get access

to the customer file, but we worked
that name till we narrowed it down

to one motherfucker in the DMV.

Would you like
me to tell you the little story

of "Right Hand, Left Hand"?

The story of good and evil?

I was praying.

Help me to get clean

so I can be what
Harry wants me to be.

Did you ever see
Night of the Hunter?

This old Robert Mitchum film.

He, uh, he plays a
serial killer named...

Harry Powers? Are
you shitting me?

Waste of fucking time!

No. It's not.

Eh, fake person, but it's
not like a catfish profile

on a dating app.

If he can get a
prescription in that name,

then it's got to be tied to
something we can track...

a bank account, a driver's
license. He may have even

pinned it to a Social
Security number.

Hmm.

Fanboy fucked up.

Two keys...
one for the deadbolt,

one for you.

Great. And
I'll take that one, too.

Uh, most people
like to leave a key

on the inside if
there's no bolt turn.

Just in case... fire,
accident... this type of thing.

I'll take my chances.

And tell Lem to see
me on the way out.

I'll have his check.

Yes, sir.

Mother of God!

Please, please, please help me.

Who are you?

- Aah!
- Her name is Aileen.

Oh!

Coworkers said she
met someone on a dating app.

We talk
or text every day.

Shannon's messages
never made it to her phone.

Several of the
pages contain mementos.

We've sent samples to the lab.

DNA, motherfuckers.
We got matches.

- Who's seen my reading glasses?
- Give me the damn phone.

You're not the only
one who can read.

"Fingerprint on page 26

confirmed to be blood.

Profile matches Emir Goodspeed."

Shit.

"Tissue, page four,

believed to be brain matter.

Profile matches
Herb Baumeister."

First serial killer in
Fanboy's book. What else?

There's blood or tissue

from five of the
original killers,

including a fingerprint

- in Gacy's own blood.
- Hmm.

So he doesn't just like
them, he wants to be them.

"I'm good for something
in this world,

and I know it, too."

"I know it, too."

Somehow he's created
connections with

each of these serial
killers personally.

Herb Baumeister...
he was the first.

Nobody ever forgets
their first, do they?

Where did he operate?

Central Indiana.
At least 11 murders.

Fanboy's from Indiana.

You think or you know?

"What's it to be, Lord?

Not that you mind the killings.

Your book is full of killings.

Your book...

Your book is full of killings."

He's not a fan.

He worships them.

And this is not a scrapbook.
This is his Bible.

It's a reliquary filled
with pieces of his gods,

and when we took this...

we took a piece of him.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

I don't kill for fun.

I'm not a monster.

No.

You're an artist.

You know I can tell where we are

based on the turns you've
made since you started, right?

And the rate of speed

and the seconds of waiting time.

Are you serious?

No.

But it's nice to know
you think I'm that good.

Or that weird.

Okay, so you have no idea
where we are right now?

- Uh, no.
- Good.

You can take it off now.

Surprise!

- Come on, boy!
- Hey, Dad!

You set me up.

You want to fight about it?

We can catch a
one-on-one right now.

Come on, Dad, what
are you waiting for?

♪ Gitchie gitchie ya ya ya da ♪

♪ Gitchie gitchie ya ya here ♪

♪ Mocha choco, ya ya ya ya ♪

♪ Creole Lady Marmalade ♪

♪ Look at all these rumors ♪

♪ Surrounding me every day ♪

♪ I just need some time ♪

♪ Some time to get away ♪

♪ From all these rumors ♪

♪ I can't take it no more ♪

♪ My best friend said
there's one out now ♪

♪ About me and the
girl next door ♪

♪ It goes one by one, even two by two ♪

♪ Everybody on the floor,
let me show you how we do ♪

♪ Let's go, dip it low,
then we bring it up slow ♪

♪ Wind it up one time,
wind it back once more ♪

♪ Come run, run,
run, everybody move ♪

♪ Run, let me see
you move, run ♪

♪ Rock it till the groove done ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Hop
up out the bed, turn my swag on ♪

♪ Pay no attention
to the haters ♪

♪ 'Cause I just whip 'em off ♪

♪ And I ain't doin'
nothin' wrong ♪

♪ So don't tell me nothin' ♪

♪ I'm just trying to have fun ♪

♪ Keep the party
jumping, so what's up? ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ And I'll be doing what I do ♪

♪ I turn my back and
whip my hair and just ♪

Okay, everybody,
time for the finale.

- Yay!
- Everybody grab your microphones.

- All right, all right. Eh, eh, eh!
- Yeah?

Hit it!

Let's go!

- ♪ Mm ♪
- Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Did you
hit the right thing?

I mean, yeah, it says
it's playing, but...

911. What's your emergency?

This is Detective
Alex Cross. I...

I've got-I've got a woman down.

My-my wife... she's been shot.

There's, uh, there's-there's
multiple gunshot wounds and...

I need a bus. I need-I
need a bus right now.

Okay, slow down,
Detective. Can you tell me where?

4439...

Come on.

Aw, come on.

Come on.

Wish I could tell you
something different,

but there's no way
to know who did this.

This thing's hooked up
to Wi-Fi and Bluetooth.

For any decent hacker,
this thing's as wide open

as a airplane hangar.

It could be anyone with a couple
DeVry classes under their belt.

They could have inserted
the file from next door,

they could be all
the way in Duluth.

It's just the world
we live in, man.

Sorry.

- Thanks, Rassy.
- Yeah.

Hey.

I'm so sorry.

I really thought this was
gonna be something good for us.

And-and you were right.

This isn't on you.

There's nothing we could have
done to stop this. Nothing.

To a life lived with passion.

Cheers.

Mmm.

You are a godsend.

To be the last to walk
this path with me,

but the only one to understand.

Have you seen how it ends?

You're gonna
be part of a masterpiece.

And when I'm done,
the world will know

the truth they
don't want to hear,

even if I have to make
them say it out loud.

I opened this bottle to christen

this studio with
you, just so you know

how special it is.

May I?

I would let you

do this yourself, but, um...

I wanted you to be free...

for a moment.

I'm glad you trusted me.

I don't have any reason to fight.

Does that bother you?

I'll have it cleaned
up in the morning.

That would be nice.

What...

What did you...

What did you... what did you do?

Oh, I did it again.

Only this time, the
sedative was in the drink.

Believe me, you'll
be so glad I did.

Shh, shh, shh.

♪ Oh, baby, you ♪

♪ You got what I need ♪

♪ But you say he's
just a friend ♪

♪ You said he's just a friend ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ You ♪

How'd I know that you'd come?

Give.

What, you having
second thoughts?

Shit, I get it.

But you need to move on
to that third thought,

which is that the point of no
return has been in your rearview

for a long,

long, long, long, long time,

my brother.

- Just take it.
- Stop!

Nobody move.

It's over.

Bobby Trey?

What's going on, fat boy?

Who invited you to the party?

I... Not me. I-I swear to God.

Oh, okay. Crossy-Cross, you must
have put a tracker on the book.

Come on, Bobby.

You did the job. You
know how it goes down.

But you don't.

No! Don't!

Go! I got him!

Goddamn it, Chris.

What did you do?

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Stay with me. Come on.

♪ Ready, set, go ♪

♪ Game time, I'm like Melo ♪

♪ Rhyming over that cello ♪

♪ Runnin' hard till death row ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm trained
up, my game up ♪

♪ My crew dangerous aimed up ♪

♪ We running tracks
in your lane, bruh ♪

♪ Truth packed and I'm way up ♪

♪ Like straight up, I lace up ♪

♪ My mind all on
that race, bruh ♪

♪ Feet fly, no weight, bruh ♪

♪ I sky walk, no Vader ♪

♪ You want the facts,
you can come and see me ♪

♪ Sauced up, I'm
like tortellini ♪

♪ Cooking your noodle like fettuccine,
Chef Curry with a pen, trippy ♪

♪ We runnin' ♪

♪ We runnin' ♪

♪ I'm never quitting,
I'm never stopping ♪

♪ You know we rockin' ♪

♪ You know we get it,
let's get it poppin' ♪

♪ You know we got this ♪

♪ We taking over till
death behold us ♪

♪ They told us stop it ♪

♪ But we ain't quitting, forever
living, we runnin on 'em ♪

Hey!

Don't do it.

Enough. Hands up.

Drop it. Let's go.

Mm-mmm.

Precious cargo, bruh.

Precious to who?

I know this ain't about you.
Who you working for, Bobby?

If you knew, Crossy-Cross,

you'd let me go
right the fuck now.

Then tell me.

Help me find Shannon.

You can get yourself
out of a whole lot of...

Shit.

No trace of the
body or the book.

And the tracker's gone dead.

A BOLO is out in case
he's alive, but...

Goddamn it.

A feeding frenzy
of media over there

and I have to explain why we
kept the lid on a serial killer

who, turns out, was a cop.

Bobby Trey is an ex-cop.

How do we know he was working with
someone inside the department?

He knew about
Tavio. And Vanessa.

Pretty sure he was tipped off about
the brownstone before we raided it.

Had to be a leak somewhere.

Robert Abellard.

Thought I was done with him when
I booted his ass two years ago.

You're sure he's the Fanboy?

Yes.

You think the Witmer
girl's still alive?

I don't know.

Well, finding her would be
a beautiful silver lining.

Understood.

You don't want to tell her
Bobby Trey's not the Fanboy?

Not yet.

You think if he got to Wu, he
got to somebody else in MPD?

I think that we need to work
this one alone for a minute.

You, me and Kayla.

What is that?

The next step.

I like you, Shannon.

I really do.

But don't think that
changes anything.

Open up.

Atta girl. Other side.

Other side.

Almost. There we go.

Oh. Oh. That's okay.

Perfect.

You're so close to Aileen

in so many ways.

Except one.

One of her most
memorable features

was her smile.

Unfortunately for you,

yours is nothing like it.

So...

why don't we fix that?

So...

if I were you, I would hold

very...

very still.

Okay.

We gonna have to go to the
gutter for a little bit, Mojo.

Ready for a road trip? Ready?

Oh, you motherfucker.

Plenty of
sunshine through today, with seasonal...

Sources confirm
an unidentified murder suspect

is believed dead tonight
following a gunfight

with famed MPD
detective Alex Cross.

A search for the suspect's
body continues tonight

as crews work on both
sides of the riv...

Go somewhere you can talk.

I don't need excuses.

What's clear to me is that I need
to take this man more seriously.

He's not gonna stop.

Unless I make him stop.

Uh, come on in.

It's late, Alex.

Uh...

You forgot something.

Yeah, thank you.

No, Elle, thank you.

You know, for a moment there...

everything just felt...

right.

♪ I am ready for love ♪

♪ Why are you hiding ♪

♪ From me? ♪

♪ I'd quickly give my ♪

♪ Freedom ♪

♪ To be held ♪

♪ In your captivity ♪

♪ I am ready for love ♪

♪ All of the joy and the pain ♪

♪ And all the time ♪

♪ That it takes ♪

♪ Just to stay ♪

♪ In your ♪

♪ Good grace ♪

♪ Lately, I've been thinking ♪

♪ Maybe you're not ready ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ Maybe you think ♪

♪ I need to learn maturity ♪

♪ But if you ask me tomorrow ♪

♪ To prove I am ready ♪

♪ For love ♪

♪ I am ready ♪

Trying to get home
before the kids wake up?

How did you find me?

I put a tracker
on you years ago.

Kidding.

Sampson said that you'd want
this news in person, so...

What news?

I found Harry Powers. Or
the man using that name.

That ID wasn't just
used at the pharmacy.

I also found it in the ratfuck of LLCs
that own the brownstone that you searched.

And it was on file at
an auction last March.

Someone using that name
had the winning bid

on a Weegee photograph.

There's video.

Ed Ramsey is the Fanboy?

No. This only proves
he's Harry Powers.

Well, it's a perfect fit.

He craves power, he
loves control even more.

If DC is a swamp, that man
is the biggest fucking gator.

Do not go in there

unless you're sure it is him.

Oh, I'm sure.

I'm sure.

What now?

Where are you going?

His birthday party.

- Trap bounce.
- Drop.

This how we coming.

Tone P., DC or nothin'.

♪ From the start of CFE ♪

♪ BB guns and 223s ♪

♪ I been all through the DMV ♪

♪ I can't explain
the shit you see ♪

♪ Bought that mambo
sauce and wings ♪

♪ That's the smell of DC ♪

♪ Don't be loafing
at them letters ♪

♪ That shit hell in DC ♪

♪ I made my own go-go
band, call that shit ♪

- Next time on Cross...
- Hey.

- Now it's a party.
- Ed, happy birthday.

You remember Alex?

How could I forget?
Metro PD's golden boy.

I'm so honored you
could make the time.

Honor's all mine.

What's going on with
the serial killer?

People are scared. You
got to give us something.

- Do you have any suspects?
- Not yet.

We do have a profile
of the killer.

White male, 40s.

Suave, confident.

More Bundy than Dahmer.

You're digging

a deeper hole.

How's it
going over there?

- Does he know you're looking at him?
- Oh, yeah.

It's game on.

You think you can stop him?

I know I can.

What
happens at Ramsey's

stays at Ramsey's. Right, Alex?

♪ I'm a producer
with this Ruger ♪

♪ A-And a mixer with
this 'nine thing ♪

♪ Gold watch, red drink, blue-blue
haunchos and a green bean ♪

♪ Know it seem mean, that boy
look nervous so he seem green ♪

♪ If you can't see that,
then you seeing things ♪

♪ All-all we see is green,
therefore we don't give a damn ♪

♪ 'Bout a damn thing,
you trynna build a buzz ♪

♪ I'm trynna build a damn grand scheme,
a well thought-out plan scheme ♪

♪ I won't fuck up
my band's scheme ♪

♪ Fuck that up, I'll
leave a damn scene, boww ♪

Hey, yo, this too
easy, man. Lightshow!

♪ She got ass for days ♪

♪ I got gas and rosé ♪

♪ I know her from the 'gram ♪

♪ She know me from that
Georgetown press relay ♪

♪ Could be shots, maybe not ♪

♪ Oh, my God, SMH ♪

♪ Throw these
knots, either way ♪

- ♪ 'Cause I could not discriminate ♪
- ♪ On God ♪

♪ Use that money, count
it till it break ♪

♪ We ain't into hate,
waitress send a steak ♪

- ♪ Medium rare ♪
- ♪ How much ♪