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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 ♪