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Making bread from scratch
for your husband and children.

Making bread from scratch
for your husband and children.

[exhales sharply]

Making bread from scratch
for your husband and children

is a basic way to say,
"I love you."

Oh, and it's fun,

better than girlbossing

for a job
that won't love you back.

Let your husband
bring home the bacon.

You can cook it.

[sighs]

Let me try again.

I can do better.
I promise.

[heavy footsteps]
Please!

[ominous music]

[screams]

Please, let me go!
Please!

[tense music]

OK, I think I can do
all of the drop-offs this week.

My pickups
might be a little bit...

I can cover pickups again.
I just have meetings on...

Friday? Yeah? OK, I got that.

Oh, I wanted to let you know
that I have actually

booked more therapy appointments

for Ella on Mondays.

The first one
really seemed to help.

It did.

Do you know that she asked
for a playdate this weekend?

Which, by the way,
thank you so much

for taking her
to that therapy session.

Work was... well, work.

I talked to the shrink,
just at the end, you know?

Mm-hmm.

She thought
that Ella's misbehavior...

Socking a kid in the eye, yeah.

Yeah, she thought that might
be from a lack of stability.

- Hmm.
- You know.

Maybe she spends Mondays
at our house with her cousins.

You know,
my hours are consistent.

I'm always home for dinner.
It wouldn't be a burden at all.

This is her home.

And spending the nights, I...

I think that
if we're shuffling her

back and forth even more,
it will make things worse.

[sighs softly]
[phone buzzing]

[tense music]

[sighs]

It's fine.

Ella can stay with us.

Thanks.
[sirens wailing]

Graveyard shift
found the body an hour ago.

White female, late 20s.
- Any ID?

Not yet, but MO matches
two other women

dumped in the sanitation
department system

over the last few months.

Which makes it a serial killer.

[exhales sharply]

Whoa.

Any idea where the killer
first dropped the body?

You know, 900 tons of trash
comes through here every day.

All gets loaded
onto a barge to Newark,

then scattered to landfills
across the East Coast.

First vic popped in Virginia,
second upstate.

Best guess
where any of them started?

Brooklyn.

Not a bad way to hide a murder.

Perp's not just sick.
He's smart.

It's not exactly novel

to hide a dead body
in the trash.

How do you know
it's the same perp?

Another pretty blonde
dressed for tea at the Plaza,

cut up in the same... place?

I ain't got the stomach
for this Jack the Ripper stuff.

The ME will fill you in.

♪

The killer cut out her uterus

using a very sharp
precision blade

with unique
edging characteristics,

same as the other victims.

You're telling me
she was already dead?

Perimortem wounds, I'm afraid.

She bled out during the attack.

Patterns of the incision
suggest a great deal

of anger in your killer.

So she felt all of it.

Most of it.

If the MO stands,
I expect the tox screen

to come back pos for triazolam.

Levels in the last two,
they weren't enough

to keep them sedated,
just sluggish.

Triazolam,
is that easy to source?

It's a sleep aid.

Anyone crying insomnia
can get a script.

Were these abrasions
on the other vics?

Yeah, some kind of shackle.

Scabs and bruising suggest
she's been held captive

for at least three weeks.

I did find one odd thing
in the incision.

♪

- What's that?
- Don't know.

It's extremely sharp,
like stone or glass.

I'll send it out
to be identified.

Strange... they didn't find this
in the other victims.

All right, I know that Jubal
is out for the week,

but we have work to do.

We are already on
our third serial vic,

and I do not want a fourth.

What do we know?

ME ID'd our victim
as Stacey Wilkins.

She was reported missing
last month in Greenpoint.

Cause of death,
involuntary hysterectomy,

same as our other victims,

Alicia Tomlin
and Valerie Narváez.

They're all single, late 20s,
working low wage jobs.

I think our perp
certainly has a type.

And a pattern...
kills one victim,

takes another captive
the next day.

And since the ME said
Stacey died 48 hours ago...

In all likelihood,

he's already abducted
his next victim.

Let's get Eric up here
to profile the victims.

Your killer has got
quite a calling card.

Organized, ritualistic.

No evidence of sexual assault
on any of the victims,

but cutting out
the reproductive organs...

We're dealing with someone
who hates women.

Well, ViCAP didn't
pull up any matches.

That's why Syd thought maybe
it'd sparked something for you.

Hmm.

I've profiled serials
with surgical elements...

you know,
organs taken as trophies...

but none of them were
gender-motivated.

What about abductions?

These women were held, restrained.

This kind of captivity
is rare without sexual assault.

The murders could be
a recent escalation.

It's not out of character

for men who have a preference
for blades

to start
with aggravated assault,

so don't look for murders.

Right, try local assaults,
men who use blades on women.

No need for those
currently incarcerated.

[computer beeping]

He's 85.
Guess we can rule him out.

And the second one has
early-onset Parkinson's.

His incisions
wouldn't be this clean.

That leaves...

Ray Distefano, serial slasher,

disfigured ten women
before he went down

for aggravated assault
12 years ago.

He was released a month before

the first victim was taken.

You know him.

I'm the one who put him away.

Let's go.

[soft dramatic music]

DiStefano hasn't checked in
with his PO

since the first disappearance.

[distant shouting]

Here we are.

[knocks]
FBI!

[indistinct shouting]

Just do it.

[dramatic music]

[door cracks]

♪

You didn't say he was an artist.

Yeah, he said
reality was his canvas.

It's a load of crap.

Clear!

♪

[camera shutter clicking]

Hey, Maggie, you're going
to want to see this.

He's been watching you.

[ominous music]

♪

Not just me.

Oh, my God.

How well did you know this guy?

He was my first arrest.

We got a tip that he was
stalking a new victim,

and so we intercepted him
outside of her house one night,

and he ran.

I chased him onto a train.

You know, I didn't have backup,
got dicey,

but I took him down.

[camera shutter clicks]

Anyway, his obsession
with his victims

got turned onto me.

He was writing me letters
from prison for years.

Yeah, but you should have
been notified when he got out.

Hey!

FBI! Stop running!

[suspenseful music]

♪

Circle back.

Stop running!

[gate clanging]

Maggie, on your right!

[both grunting]

Maggie Bell.

[both grunting]

[groaning]

♪

Hey.

You good?

♪

Tell us about these women.

Pretty.

Who are they?

You know who they are...
your victims.

Are there any more?

Now, don't be jealous, Maggie.

Cut the act.

After 12 years away,
it's not enough

just to cut the women now, hmm?

Now, you need to destroy them?

Kicking in my door,
stomping around.

You could have just called
if you missed me.

Hey, three bodies.
Start talking, now.

You spend a lot of time
with this oaf.

But he's not your baby daddy.

Tell me, Maggie, who was it

who left you alone
with your precious little Ella?

[tense music]

You know, I'm insulted.

You don't think
I actually did this, do you?

[scoffs]

All these girls,
their cuts are hidden

by their nice, little dresses.

And you want your marks
to be seen.

Face, that's best.

Chest. Hands.

I just want to be remembered.

You never forgot me, Maggie,

because of that nice,
little reminder I gave you.

Whoa.

Looks like I know you
better than your partner.

The scar is gone.

What?
No.

No, that's not possible.

I marked you.
I marked you deep.

Healed.

Prove it.
Show me.

It's gone,

like you were never there.

[spits] [screaming]

No! Stop!

You're done.
Get in here! Get in here!

You're done.
You're done.

[dramatic music]

[door buzzes]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

Get in here and restrain him.

[chuckles]

You OK?

I didn't know.

I didn't know that he was
so close to me and Ella.

But she's OK.

You don't have
to worry about him.

He's going to go away
for a really long time.

Not long enough
because he's not our guy.

- What are you talking about?
- He wasn't lying.

He cuts to disfigure,
not to kill.

And our victims were left
beautiful faces, unmarked.

Their hair, their makeup,
everything was done,

even weeks after
being in captivity.

Yeah.

What if... what if
the guy we're looking for

doesn't have a type?

What if he makes them
into his type,

his perfect woman?

Hey, I just heard.
Are you OK?

Yeah.

OK, ME pulled a partial print

from a button on Stacey's dress.

Doesn't match anyone
in the system,

including DiStefano.

OK.

Blades in his apartment
don't match the wounds either.

[sighs]

We got to find the connection
between these three women.

Then let's talk
to the people who loved them.

Copy that.

Stacey was more
than my roommate.

She was, like, my best friend.

Tough as nails
but had such a kind heart.

Like, I always wanted to dye
my hair pink for, like, ever,

but I was worried
it'd look dumb,

so Stacey dyed her hair with me.

Stacey dyed her hair pink.
When?

Like, three weeks ago
for Riot Fest in Chicago.

OK, Stacey was found
with blonde hair.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Right before
I left for Riot Fest.

Then her boss
reported her missing

a few days later, I guess.

Why did she stay?

For surgery.
She was getting her tubes tied.

Her tubes?

Did she have a medical
condition requiring that, or...

No, it was elective.

Stacey knew
she never wanted kids.

The first doc that Stacey had,
he was awful to her.

He tried bullying her out of it.

It really shook her up.

She didn't deserve this.

Let me know if there's anything
I can do to help.

OK, we confirmed
with friends and family

that all of the victims
pursued a tubal ligation

shortly before disappearing,
and all were denied.

So it's either a coincidence...

Well, Agatha Christie said,
"Two coincidences are a clue.

Three are proof."

All three victims have co-pay
charges on their credit cards

to the same OB/GYN practice

owned by a Dr. Adam Marion.

Privileges at Mercy Hospital.

There's no prints or records
in the system.

His son also works
in the practice.

Wait, I have a message
of Dr. Marion

on a Childless by Choice
message board.

- Never heard of that.
- Doesn't mean it's not real.

A post from two weeks ago
warning women

to stay away from Dr. Marion.

"He was rude, paternalistic,
and creepy

"when my girlfriend went
for a TL consult.

Do not trust this guy
with your health care."

Who posted this?

Screen name tracks back
to a Daniel Luna,

firefighter with the FDNY
Ladder 105,

not affiliated
with any of our victims.

Let's get Maggie
and OA over there now.

Daniel Luna, FBI.

Oh, thank God.
Have you found her?

Found who?

Hannah.

Hannah Resella.

R-E-S-E-L-L-A.

I don't get it.

If you didn't know about Hannah,

then why are you here?

Our investigation
into a serial offender

unearthed your post
about Dr. Adam Marion.

- Doctor? The gyno?
- Yeah.

Did that scumbag take Hannah?

That's what we're trying
to figure out.

Look, if we're gonna find her,

we're gonna need your help.

Why did she see Dr. Marion?

Depression.
It runs in Hannah's family.

She didn't want
to pass it on to kids.

Dr. Marion claimed
that having a baby

could cure her depression.

[chuckles] Which part?

Postpartum hormones
or lack of sleep?

Right?

Anyway, he asked me
what I thought,

like I was her keeper.

I'm a legacy firefighter.

My dad died on the job
when I was ten.

It really messed me up.

It was kids or the FDNY for me.
I chose the job.

Dr. Marion told her
that my career

was even more of a reason
to have kids.

How'd he spin that one?

Because if I died,

then at least she'd still have
a piece of me.

Did she see Dr. Marion again
after that first consult?

No, she was afraid
of seeing him again.

She went down a rabbit hole,

started looking into him
and his wife,

even watched
their weird trad wife videos.

- I'm sorry, trad wife?
- Yeah, traditional wife.

You know, stays at home,
does all the things,

and then sells the lifestyle
on social media.

Doc, he played the part
of the perfect husband.

If he did this...

We'll find her, Daniel.

The NYPD has zero leads
on Hannah Resella.

If this is a kidnapping,
we have to prove it.

Please tell me
you have something.

The doctor's wife, Darcy Marion,

her trad wife videos had
a viral following

up until her death last summer.

Making raisin cookies
from scratch

for your husband and children
is the perfect way to say,

"I love you."

So she looks
exactly like our victims.

Let your husband
bring home the bacon.

You can cook it.

If he's taking these girls,
it's...

It's to recreate his dead wife,

which means Hannah Resella
could be his next victim.

[ominous music]

♪

I've seen a lot
of disturbing online trends,

but trad wifery has got to be...

You got a problem
with stay-at-home moms, Scola?

Whoa, not falling for that one.

I don't know who would
romanticize a 1950s housewife.

They couldn't even
open a bank account.

Necklace cam's live.

Yes, it's ready
for the doc's car.

If he's got Hannah Resella,
it'll lead us straight to her.

All right,
do I look like a patient?

[soft pop music playing]

Thank you.

Hi, I'm Maggie Gant.

I have a tubal ligation consult
with Dr. Marion.

Yes.

Hope, why does my dad
get all the pretty patients?

Shush, you.

Maggie, you can wait in room one

straight down the hall.
- Thank you.

You're in great hands.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.

Gloves.
Getting a print won't be easy.

She'll figure something out.

Please strip from the waist down

and scoot to the end
of the table for me.

Oh, I'm just here
for a consult. I'm...

It's just a joke
to break the ice.

You can relax.

[laughs] That's funny.

I hear you want
a tubal ligation.

Mm-hmm.

And I take
my job very seriously,

so I need you to understand
that while some ligations

can be reversed,
it is considered permanent.

I consider it my duty to ensure

that you've
thought this through.

Do you have kids already?
- No, I don't.

And no one is coercing you
into this procedure...

a husband, a boyfriend?

No, I'm single.

But how can you be so sure
that you'll never want kids?

My job.

I'm a consultant,

and I have a different client
every week,

and they need all of me.

And if I had a child,

they would need and deserve
all of me.

[soft music]

[sighs]

♪

All right, GPS has been secured

to Dr. Marion's vehicle.

[tense music]

Scola, we have a problem.

The big guy in the plaid shirt

is Daniel Luna,
Hannah's boyfriend.

I think he's going to go
pay the doctor a visit.

We can not let that happen.
- I'm on it.

♪

You remind me of my wife.

May she rest in peace.

She was also afraid
that she'd mess up our kids.

But maternal instinct,
that's biology.

I promise you,
women know how to be moms.

Daniel Luna, Special Agent Scola

with the FBI.

You are about to walk into

an active undercover
investigation.

- I don't care!
- Hey, no.

That bastard knows
where Hannah is.

This is my choice.

So if you could please
just sign the paperwork

and schedule my procedure,
I would appreciate that.

Look at me.

You are going to jeopardize
our ability to find her.

That sick son of a bitch
knows where she is.

And he's going to tell me!
- No, no, Daniel, no, he's not.

He's not telling you anything.

If it was your girlfriend,
what would you do?

I'd pray for a team like ours.

So can you take off your gloves?

I have a latex allergy.

They're nitrile,
allergy friendly.

- Oh.
- The man's careful.

You good?

I'm good.

I'm good.

All right,
Daniel is standing down.

Would you consider an IUD?

That's up to ten years,
fully reversible.

I can do it today.

This guy is relentless.

[phone buzzes]

Guys, the ME said
that the flakes he found

on her latest victim
are obsidian,

found in areas
with volcanic activity.

- Weird.
- This whole case is weird.

Oof, I mean, I've heard that
IUD insertion is quite painful.

Do you have anything stronger
than ibuprofen?

Smart pivot.

I have something.

It's a muscle relaxant.
It'll reduce your anxiety.

It might knock you out a bit,
but I'll take care of you.

Triazolam.

I've never heard of it.
- That's it.

Triazolam, the drugs
found on the other vics.

Good work.

We'll get the prints
another way.

Get out of there, Maggie.

You know what?
I'm driving.

But I promise,
I will think about it.

OK.

Hope will take good care of you
at the front.

Thank you.

There you go.

Let me make a copy of these.
Just a moment, hun.

[ominous music]

♪

Pretty cool, huh?

My dad's a collector.

They're flaked
from volcanic glass.

Stone age surgeons used them.

Wow. Are they obsidian?

They are.

And they're still
500 times sharper

than any steel surgical scalpel.

Hmm.

Adam Marion,
you're under arrest for murder.

- Excuse me?
- You heard me.

- What?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Murder?
Hey, stop!

- What is...
- Dad!

[door buzzes]

Well, at least
you told the truth

about having a demanding job.

What am I doing here?

Grieving.

You know, I know what it's like
to lose a spouse,

to lose the person
that you loved the most,

who deserved
so much more out of life.

And they just get
ripped away from you.

So now, all you can do
is really just

hold on to every
little piece of them,

no matter what it costs.

I'm sorry for your loss.

But this empathetic act
won't work.

I already know you're a liar.

- You'll never get her back.
- I know that.

But you try anyway.

These women came to you
for help,

but you didn't like
their lifestyle choices, right?

So you try
to change their minds.

You make them look like
your wife, Darcy.

Try to get them
to be more like her.

And when it didn't work,
you killed them

for what they wanted.

No, no, that is
absolutely not true!

All of these women
were at your practice.

That's a coincidence.

Your obsidian scalpel was
a match for the murder weapon.

Triazolam, your drug of choice,

were found on all three victims.

No, the triazolam
was ordered by accident.

I was just trying to use it up.

And I didn't even notice
that a scalpel was missing.

Where are you holding
Hannah Resella?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm not who you're looking for.

I'm a doctor.
- You're a murderer!

You don't agree
with my values, fine.

But I would never harm
a patient,

certainly not in Darcy's name!

I took an oath like you.

[tense music]

♪

Please, run my prints, my DNA.

There's not a lawyer here
because I have nothing to hide.

I mean, Doc's got me convinced.

You think
he's putting on a show, or...

It's a strong possibility
we have the nexus right.

But maybe we have
the suspect wrong?

The profile also fits
his son, Josh.

Maybe he's trying to work
through his unresolved issues

with his mother,
trying to bring her back

in a way, maybe...

Wait, fingerprint analysis

just finished
their reconstruction.

Dr. Marion isn't a match.

But the high bridge density
of the full print

suggests we're looking
for a female killer.

How many females we got
working at the practice?

All right, employer records
show two part-time nurses.

Cross-referencing
their time cards

with victim consultations,

neither of them had interactions

with all four victims.

What about the receptionist?

Josh called her Hope.

I'm not seeing her name
in the employee files.

You think
a receptionist would have

the medical expertise

to pull off something like this?

Weekly bank transfers
from Dr. Marion

to a Hope Adkins.

Looks like he's paying her
under the table.

- Where do we find her?
- Phone's off, can't track it.

But I'll send you
the last known address.

It's Hooper Street,
Williamsburg.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Kitchen's clear.

- We're clear.
- Clear.

♪

Are those organs?

I think so.

This is from an animal, right?

No, I don't think they are.

♪

All right, where are we
with Hope Adkins' location?

I'm scrubbing her laptop.

No leads yet,
unless you consider

a treasure trove
of Julia Child recipes leads.

I'm firmly a takeout girl.

But we do have
her basic history.

Hope Adkins grew up in poverty
to a single mom.

Community college
in Steuben County

but was expelled six months in
for attacking

a female professor
of Women's Studies.

Jail time?

No, did a stint
at a psychiatric hospital.

Afterward, bounced around

from one minimum wage job
to another.

Not an easy life.

Have we figured out her
connection to the Marions yet?

Yes, I think I have.

I went back through
Darcy Marion's trad wife posts.

I found one unique profile
that commented

on every single one, @tradfan28.

The profile is completely blank,

but the IP address
linked to the account

came from Steuben County.

- It's pretty thin.
- I know.

But check out these comments.

"You're so blessed.

Dr. Marion is
the perfect breadwinner."

"What a hunk.
I wish I had your life."

If this was Hope,
she was fixated on Dr. Marion.

It's severe
personality disorder.

She was convinced he was
the solution to her problems,

likely stalked him,
sought out a job

at his clinic to get close,

probably pursued
a relationship with him, so...

He might know
where Hope is hiding.

[tense music]

♪

Oh, good Lord.

Hope?
Are you sure?

Uh, I hired her
after my wife died.

I was in mourning,
you have to understand, and...

A pretty, young girl
walked into your office.

Well, it wouldn't be
the first time, would it?

It wouldn't,
and she worshipped you.

Her attention was flattering.

But I broke it off
six months ago.

How did she feel about that?

She was sweet to me.
She understood my reasons.

Which were?

Well, if I got serious
with someone,

I'd want children,
and Hope couldn't.

How could you
possibly know that?

Well, I'm her gynecologist.

Oh.

When Dr. Marion rejected Hope
for not being able to conceive,

she turned her anger on women

who were choosing sterilization.

If this were a one-off,
we'd call that motive,

but in the case of a serial
offender like Hope Adkins...

- It's a precipitating event.
- Gold star.

Unfortunately,
it doesn't get us any closer

to finding Hannah Resella.

Maybe this does.

It looks like videos
of the victims

on Hope's laptop.

Trophies, I guess.

All of them are like this.

Making bread from scratch
for your husband and children

is a basic way to say,
"I love you."

[crying] Oh, and it's fun.

Better than girlbossing

for a job
that won't love you back.

both: Have your husband
bring home the bacon.

You can cook it.

It's like a twisted screen test,

seeing if they can live up
to the image of Darcy Marion.

And when they fail...

Look at the background.

That's not her apartment.

Or Dr. Marion's.

Wherever it is, this is where
Hope is holding the victims.

Hannah too.

You guys hear all those birds
in the background

of these videos?

[birds chirping]

What if we run the sound

through that bird watcher app
Kelly loves?

Two different birds
identified...

the white-throated sparrow...

It's too common.
They're everywhere.

- You're a bird guy.
- Farm family.

And the palm warbler,

native
to the Adirondack wetlands,

and in breeding season,
congregate around Barnum Bog.

We got to narrow this down.

I'll check her family's
property records.

OK, onto something.

Hope Adkins' mother remarried
ten years ago, became Purnell.

Saranac Lake PD investigated

Hope's stepfather's death
as a suicide.

Address is listed
as 267 Maple Lane.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Hope is here.

Hopefully with Hannah.

[screams]

Everyone, stack on the house.

♪

Set.

[door clatters]

[indistinct shouting]

Move, move, move!

♪

[wailing]

Hannah!

She's got to be in the basement.

- Here!
- Help!

[sobbing]
Help!

Help! Help!

Hannah, we're the FBI.

Send an ambo to our location.

You're safe now.

Stay with us, OK, Hannah?

You're going to be OK.
Help is on the way.

We need trauma dressing
down here ASAP.

♪

Maggie, she's in the wind.

SWAT, be advised,

suspect has fled into the woods.

Secure the perimeter
and the vehicle

in case she comes back.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Which way?

♪

Maggie, I got something.

Yeah, so do I.

OK, she's trying
to throw us off.

Well, she can't be far.

OK, let's split up.

♪

[twigs snapping]

♪

- Hey.
- [gasps]

Hope, you need
to put the knife down.

It's the only way
you're walking out of here.

It's not the only way.

Put down the knife.

I'm so tired.

Those pretty girls,

their lives were
just exhausting.

No security.

And you're just trying
to help them.

Yes. They have a gift.

I tried to show them that.
I tried!

But they couldn't be saved.

They didn't deserve
what they had.

And their gift is being able
to have children.

That's what women do!

They weren't broken!

So now you're taking
your anger out on the women

who are choosing infertility?

You don't understand.

Hope, you need to put down
the knife right now.

No.

I can help you.

No one's ever helped me
a day in my life.

I've never been enough.

Having your own children
doesn't dictate

whether you are enough.

You're just like them.

[screams]

[gunshot]

♪

[knock at door]

- Hey, bug.
- Hi.

- How are you doing?
- Good.

All right, can you go
upstairs, get cleaned up?

- Mm-hmm.
- Thanks.

See you, kiddo.

Homework is in the outer folder.

- OK.
- The water bottle is in there.

Great.

Kevin, can I talk to you
for a second?

Yeah, of course.

It's about Ella's routine.

What if she did stay with you,
full-time?

I think
it's what's best for her.

Hey, we can figure it out.

I love Ella, and I love Jess,

and I really wanted
to be able to do this,

but if I keep Ella,
I'm putting her in harm's way.

I can't do that.

OK, whatever time you need.

You know we love Ella.

We're always here for you.

Let's talk about it
more tomorrow.

OK.

[somber music]

♪

Why are we having
ice cream for dinner?

If you don't want it,

I can make you some fish sticks.

- Ew, gross.
- [laughs]

I'm kidding.

We don't have fish sticks.

When have I ever
given you fish sticks?

Sometimes, you just have
one of those days where...

you need ice cream for dinner.

And today was one of those days?

Yeah.

You want some more fudge?

No thanks.

I'm good.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]