你越反抗，啲藥就越快見效。
首先，你會眨唔到眼同講唔到嘢。
然後你會完全郁唔到。
我會由你塊面開始。
你係咪偷偷走出去？
我唔想嘈醒你咋嘛。［輕笑聲］
我想知晒你所有嘢。哦，係咩？
嗯。最鍾意嘅甜品？
［輕笑聲］你覺得嗰啲無人駕駛車點樣？
唔，唔啱我，同埋開心果——唔係呢個次序。
你呢條疤點得嚟㗎？
係呀，呢個——呢個第日先講。有啲嘢我仲未準備好嚇你住。［嘆氣］喂。
啲人日日都喺佢哋人生最差嘅時候打畀我。明唔明？
我處理到㗎。好。
［嘆氣］可能先係你驚呢。
該煨。係咪冇事呀？
我要走喇。
喂。我哋知啲咩？暫時唔多。郵政局員工今朝凌晨五點俾個園丁發現。咁樣開工真係衰到貼地。係咪？
Mosbach準備好同我哋講解。佢話從未見過咁嘅場面。喂。喂。死者嘅指紋查到係 Vanessa Walker。初步報告顯示佢最後廿四個鐘嘅遭遇相當悲慘。
呢度肯定有成百道傷口。似成千道多啲。可憐嘅女仔。佢流血過多致死。佢嘅時間線係點？
估計佢係少過十二個鐘頭前傷重不治。基於現場冇血跡，佢手腕同腳踝有被綁嘅痕跡，我諗緊，會唔會，Vanessa 係喺第二度被禁錮、虐待同殺害？
你點睇，Maggie？
棄屍？係。睇下佢對手同腳。係。係佢全身唯一完好無缺、冇被掂過嘅地方。冇錯，咁點解要大費周章咁劃花佢身體，但係又留低佢指紋？
你覺得殺手想我哋認到佢身份。同搵到佢。如果唔係，點解會留佢喺全市最旺嘅公園？
呢度唔係棄屍地點。呢個係一場示威。畀邊個睇？
冇目擊者。有一個。
係。好，各位，打醒精神！全市而家高度戒備，係有原因嘅。嚟認識下 Vanessa Walker 嘅殺手。
佢著住連帽衫，但或者會好彩，佢會俾我哋見到佢個樣。嚟喇。
好似挑釁我哋去拉佢咁望住我哋。我哋接受佢嘅挑戰，好唔好？我估佢冇喺公園其他閉路電視度俾我哋見到佢個樣，係咪？冇，呢段係我哋唯一有佢嘅片，係凌晨三點左右佢棄置 Vanessa 屍體時影到。係，明顯做唔到面部識別，但身高診斷顯示疑犯有六呎四。係，大隻佬。好啦，咁冇其他影像，我哋就要轉向 Vanessa 嗰邊去查。根據法醫所講，係萬刀割死，係咪？
呢個唔係意外。呢個係一個訊息。問題係，佢想傳達啲咩？
咁 Vanessa 有冇仇人？
前度、親戚？我哋討論下佢。係，我深入查過佢嘅檔案。佢唔單止係郵政員工。佢係人力資源副總裁。上個月，佢喺華盛頓裁咗啱啱過千人。所以可能係以其人之道還治其人之身，或者係我哋殺手嘅版本——一千份工，一千道傷口。佢住喺紐約，會兩邊走。但佢而家應該喺華盛頓先啱。係喎？咁佢喺度做咩？佢公司話佢要求早一日放假，想畀個驚喜佢老公慶祝結婚周年，但佢啲卡冇任何記錄顯示佢點樣嚟到呢度。咁可能佢用現金去搭車？
係。好啦，咁講返啲心懷不滿嘅員工。如果我哋嘅殺手係佢裁走嘅其中一個人，點樣認出佢？
呀，係，我會拎份 Vanessa 喺勞工部裁走嘅員工名單，睇下入面有冇人嘅身高同我哋個殺手吻合。啱喇，好。喺呢段時間，Maggie 同 Scola 會去通知佢老公。希望佢可以幫手收窄呢份疑犯名單。
我唔知佢喺紐約。我唔明。佢本來應該聽日先返嚟。佢諗住畀驚喜你。
我成晚都喺度做手術。我應該請假嘅。我知遲早會出事。佢叫我唔使擔心。我警告過紐約警方㗎，佢哋唔聽我講。等等——等陣。慢慢講，Peter。你警告過紐約警方邊個？
Mack Fuller。我講晒佢啲嘢俾佢哋知。我哋冇收到風喎。佢騷擾咗我哋幾個禮拜。黐線佬嚟㗎——佢咬死話 Vanessa 害死佢細佬。點解佢會咁諗？
我同咗警方講㗎喇。好。你介唔介意同我哋講？
Vanessa 大約一個月前裁走咗 Mack 個細佬。佢自殺身亡。Vanessa 都好難受。佢份工最差嘅部分就係裁員。
Mack 唔會俾佢好過，騷擾咗佢幾個禮拜，半夜打嚟，威脅佢。你最後一次收到威脅係幾時？
尋晚。條友揸咗四個幾鐘頭車由華盛頓過嚟正面同佢對質。
呢度。你自己睇。你開門呀！你唔開門我唔會走㗎！開門！
呀！
係咪熟口熟面？
天啊。我點同我個女講？
你確定呢度冇去錯？
聯合行動中心確認 Fuller 啱啱喺度買咗杯咖啡。邊有人殺完人之後去買咖啡㗎？
對自己嘅作品好自豪嘅人囉。早晨。FBI。我有幾條問題想問你。Scola，我諗長凳嗰個就係佢。哦，係喎。
好，如果佢反抗，場面可能會好難睇。就要睇佢自己喇。你地想深入啲？
好。
兩位，你哋要離開。Mack Fuller。
FBI。
係咪關於 Vanessa Walker 嘅事？
係。
雙手擺喺背後。
行啦。
我知我點解會喺度。因為我——我去過 Walker 屋企。好高興我哋有共識。你介唔介意話俾我哋知點解你會去嗰度？
我係——我係好嬲。我走去發洩下。我唔應該咁做嘅。你成日都揸四個半鐘頭車去發洩㗎？
我細佬佢——佢吞槍自殺之後，我只係想當面同佢講清楚。
聽住，我一個字都冇收過佢嘅回覆。佢出咗份廢話新聞稿話自己有幾難過，就係咁多。OK，所以你係想報復。你對手發生咩事？
我都想記得，但係，聽住，我發誓，你哋完全搞錯晒。我唔認為喎。
喺 Vanessa 屋企嗰個係你。而我哋之前見過呢個姿勢。嗰個唔係我。唔係？
唔係。咁你對手點整親？
我話咗畀你聽，我唔記得！喂，聽我講。「我唔記得」喺呢度幫唔到你。聽住，你哋搞錯晒喇。尋晚，佢冇返到屋企。所以我——我行咗去間酒吧，開始係咁飲。邊間酒吧？
咩話？
我唔——我唔知。應該冇幾遠——幾個街口咋——因為跟住我淨係知道，今朝我喺中央公園張長凳度醒返。係，同一個 Vanessa 被發現嘅公園，佢由頭到腳被割傷。聽住，我——我冇做過！唔，你唔記得自己做過，因為你嗰陣斷咗片，係咪？
唔係！好啦，係，我係斷咗片，但係我唔記得發生咩事——咁即係有可能你喺酒吧之後又折返去搵 Vanessa。我同你講，我唔係殺人犯。
好，話俾我知 Fuller 件衫上嘅血同我哋死者吻合？唔係——係同 Fuller 自己吻合。OK，咁條友醉到跌低。或者佢真係跌親。但係都解釋唔到佢手指關節啲傷，係咪？
唔係，但呢樣解釋到。我追查到 Vanessa 屋企附近 Fuller 聲稱去過嗰間酒吧。酒吧室外監控拍到佢喺閂門之前同另一個客人打交，閂門時間係凌晨三點。
所以呢條友打暈 Mack Fuller 嘅時間，就差唔多係我哋個殺手棄置 Vanessa 屍體嘅時間。OK，咁 Vanessa 大把仇人，係咪？會唔會係動機正確，但疑犯搞錯？
我睇過份裁員名單。包括 Fuller，有三十人嘅身高同我哋個殺手吻合，但只有 Fuller 喺 Vanessa 被殺嗰陣身處紐約。［電話響］喂？
係。咁我哋可能查錯方向，即係要重新開始。好。Jubal，有人由《紐約時報》嚟咗。
喂。你好。Emily Stanton，副總編輯。Jubal Valentine。多謝——多謝你哋過嚟。我只係抱歉我哋冇早啲發現。我哋收發室成日收到各種奇怪嘅信件——不嬲都係。佢哋一開始冇特別留意呢封，但係——
嗯，你自己睇。應該而家喺你收件箱。OK。係，你想唔想……係。放出嚟睇下？
OK。「你好。兩日之後，你會搵到一個女人」喺拱門下面俾我切開。「我玩得好開心，將會仲有更多。你估唔估到我下一個放邊？」你幾時收到呢封信？
兩日前。呢個係咩？
呢個係原件。
OK，即刻將呢樣嘢送去筆跡鑑證，同埋化驗指紋同DNA。
多謝你過嚟。
好，各位，睇下。Vanessa Walker 嘅殺手暗示佢唔係最後一個受害者，即係話我哋可能見到緊連環殺手嘅雛形。我哋要確保呢個車輪唔會再轉落去。我哋份筆跡鑑證報告點？
佢哋將殺手嘅筆跡同車管局嘅簽名做緊比對——暫時未有吻合。亦都冇指紋或者DNA。我哋淨係知封信係寫喺屠夫紙上面。屠夫紙——OK，有冇得跟進下？
縮窄範圍方面冇運。我哋解緊殺手話下一個受害者擺喺邊嘅謎語，解成點？
仲查緊。「你估唔估到我下一個放邊？
「你好快就唔使估。佢會喺一間為凝視而設嘅房。」S-T-A-R-E-S。咁係咩意思？劇院？
音樂廳？定係禮堂？
五個區有排揀。係。我哋需要更多資訊。
等等，呢個係咩？
呢個係咪——後面有啲嘢寫咗。我哋有冇嗰面？呀，有。鑑證科傳送咗兩面嘅掃描過嚟。一面係殺手嘅信。另一面係呢個箭嘴圖案。唔。OK，知唔知個圖案係咩？
我諗我知。係某種密碼。你有冇試過摺佢？係，好似沿住呢啲外圍嘅箭嘴咁樣或者點？
嗯，嗯。
係，好似——或者係——係，係，得咗喇。係？OK。
係，係！OK。係，呢個係咩？
等等，呢個係女神雅典娜——或者密涅瓦嘅標誌。OK，咁——咁我哋有某種劇院同埋——等等。格林威治村有間叫密涅瓦嘅藝術影院，淨係週末開。OK，我想SWAT同我哋小隊即刻落去。
1號院清咗。喺3號院同我會合。
女士？
FBI。
噢，天啊。Jubal，我哋啱啱搵到第二個受害者。我需要現場勘察組即刻落嚟。
呢個係咪我諗嗰樣嘢？
係，我哋收到另一封信。
好，各位，我哋有第二個受害者，Laura Flemming。Jubal，根據法醫報告，基於 Laura Flemming 嘅腐爛程度，佢屍體喺戲院入面擺咗兩日。佢係先過 Vanessa Walker 被放喺度。OK。兩個受害者之間有冇咩關連？
除咗種族之外乜都冇。同埋 Laura 根本唔係住喺紐約。據佢父母講，佢係由費城上嚟玩。所以可能純粹係錯嘅時間，錯嘅地點。即係話城入面任何女人都可能喺危險之中。我係咁研究我哋喺 Laura 身上搵到嗰封信，嘗試睇下佢指向邊度。係。OK，所以，「你好。你搵到我喇。做得好。希望你亦都玩得開心，因為呢個只係個開始。我咁做係為咗佢哋唔會忘記。我會將下一個提醒留喺邊？」
唔知你點，但我就開始厭倦呢條友話我知去邊度搵。我哋要搵嘅係佢，我哋個殺手。呢啲謎語只係會帶我哋去搵下一個死人。好，我哋要重新審視所有嘢。呢條友覺得自己好鬼聰明，咁幾好。過度自信會造成盲
Hello?
FBI!
FBI! Put down the knife now! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hands! Show me your hands. I'm just working here. I'm just working.
Thanks. All right, Barrett. Alibi checks out. Boss confirmed that you were working at the time of both murders. Like I said. Well, butcher paper that we came across in our investigation led us to this shop. So do you keep a record of everyone you sell to?
This isn't a big operation. The boss is old school. We encourage people to buy in cash. OK, any customers that stick out lately?
We're looking for a male, 6'4", heavy build. You mean Wesley Cookler. He's a freak, man. Got two different-colored eyes.
What now?
One's blue. The other one is-- I don't know--it's different. OK. He's a customer here?
No, man. No, he used to be an employee here. He worked here for a couple months. He's no longer welcome. Why not?
Gives off bad energy. First, he was quiet. And then he started asking questions, weird crap like if, you know, I ever thought about using one of these knives on a person. He'd get this weird look in his eye when he was talking all this craziness. Anyways, the boss told me to let him go last week. Still waiting for him to clean out his locker. You guys can check it out if you want.
I know what this is about.
JOC ran the name Wesley Cookler-- no hits. Definitely using a fake. Which means this is our only hope.
You really think he's gonna help?
Maybe if I talk to him alone. Do you mind waiting outside the room?
Um, I'd like to be with you. Well, I understand that, but this is best shot. Hey. Why do you think he's gonna help you after you've already locked this guy up twice?
Because I have something he wants.
Special Agent Maggie Bell. Ray. What are you doing here?
Drop the act. What act?
Who'd you put to work out there?
Who is out there cutting up girls?
Who are they?
How long have you been in touch with him?
And where is he right now?
I have no idea what you're talking about. But I'm not inclined to help you after you put me in here with rapists and murderers. You're exactly where you belong. No, you don't mean that, Maggie. You know what I really am. I haven't thought about you one time until today.
Now, tell me who you're collaborating with. I'm not working with anybody. Look, you really think I'm gonna believe that?
That's the truth! You do with it what you want. Best of luck to you. I'm done here. Take me back. Are you sure about that?
You don't wanna take a look at the pictures?
See what he's doing?
Well, I mean, since you offered... Take a peek.
Let's see what your man has been up to. He's been communicating with us through these letters.
I'm not interested in riddles, Maggie.
Show me the real work.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no! He's ruining them.
Wow. You really don't have a clue, do you?
You need my help.
Say it. Well, I'm here, Ray. So yes, we need your help. We? The FBI?
I don't care about them. You, Maggie, you need me.
Say it.
I need your help. [sighs] Yeah, you do. You really don't see it, do you?
It's so obvious once you see the pattern. He's marking them, just like I did. Sandra Aiden, your first victim. There you go. She put me on the map. Every woman in New York couldn't walk down the street without looking over their shoulder, wondering if they were next. I remember that. Yeah. So who are you working with?
Oh, Maggie. This isn't gonna work unless there's trust between us. You're not answering my questions. I'm trying to. You're not listening to me. I don't know who did this. What I know is this... amateur is out there, and he's making a mess of these girls. He is copying you. Yes, of course. Look at the marks. Look at their faces. That's exactly how I marked Sandra. And then he adds his embellishments.
And then he does the most awful thing. He kills them. Such a waste, all that hard work buried in the ground where no one can see it. Well, I'm gonna make sure there's nobody else to bury.
Excuse me. Does Ray DiStefano get any regular visitors or mail?
Guy only gets mail from his father. He's got health issues, apparently. Put in for furlough, but was denied by the board. Thank you. All right, so he's not in contact with our killer. So he has a copycat. Copycat who escalated to murder. Right.
Cuts line up perfectly. [sighs] Yeah. So it looks like DiStefano was right. Our killer was copying the slashing that kicked off DiStefano's violent spree 17 years ago. The victim was Sandra Aiden. The key difference is DiStefano never killed his victims. So we're dealing with a different animal here. Yeah, BAU sent up their profile. According to their psych eval, he feels neglected in his day-to-day life. He's seeking the same attention, notoriety DiStefano garnered from that case. Well, that tracks. The Sandra Aiden case got a lot of play in the press. Mayor had to address it. Women afraid to take the subway, walk home alone. Right, and he probably thought he'd gain even more notoriety by upping the ante, not just by escalating to murder, but by taunting the media. Well, the timing suggests he was recently ignited. Right after Maggie put DiStefano away again, "The Times" did a piece about DiStefano's original spree, calling it "an era of terror." I think it's very likely why the killer wrote to them specifically. Right. So if we don't stop him, it makes sense that he'll keep recreating Sandra's assault over and over again. Do we know where Sandra is now?
She moved to Oregon after the attack. Local PD checked in. She's safe. All right, so the clock is ticking. DiStefano's clue is a lead. You know, if the killer is fixated on Sandra and that assault, let's talk about other details from that crime that he might be interested in mimicking. What else do we know?
According to Sandra Aiden's case file, 17 years ago, DiStefano grabbed her from Port Authority at 3:13 PM. Did we ever figure out how Vanessa got from DC to New York? Yes. Port Authority surveillance caught Vanessa Walker in the terminal at, yeah, 3:00 PM on the day she returned to New York. Cameras lose her when she exits. This was Vanessa's last-known whereabouts. And it's the same place and time that DiStefano grabbed Sandra Aiden. That cannot be a coincidence. What about Laura Flemming?
I'm checking her financials. She bought a ticket for a bus that arrived at Port Authority the day before Vanessa's, but her bus got in around the same time, 3:00 PM. You're telling me both our victims have the same last-known whereabouts?
Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. OK, so our killer is grabbing women at 3:00 PM at Port Authority, just like DiStefano did all those years ago. And he's on the same timeline. At the height of DiStefano's spree, he slashed a woman a day. [sighs] All right, looks like we have just enough time to get down there. I want our teams down to Port Authority. I want eyes in that station. Any woman arriving could be our next victim.
Got eyes up on the bus from DC. Keep your eyes peeled for a suspect with two different-color eyes, 6'4", white, heavy build. A lot of potential female targets. They're spreading to the wind. I mean, the suspect could be anywhere.
All right, bus is clear. I'm heading back inside.
Not easy to be looking for a guy with two different-colored eyes without seeming like you want a date. Come on, Scola. You're telling me you don't know how to flirt?
Jubal. Yeah?
Got one? OK. We got a 3:17 arriving from Boston, gate 10. OK, I'm on my way. 3:20 from Philadelphia, gate 12. Copy.
Yeah, I don't know, guys. Something's not making sense to me here. Why is our killer grabbing these women in broad daylight in the middle of a crowded station?
He's right. Too many eyewitnesses. It'd draw too much attention. Maybe he's following them out, stalking them and taking them when they're alone. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get me the outside cameras up on the board, please. All right. I got your eyes. Let us know if you see anything. OK, nothing yet.
Hey, where is that?
Taxi stand, upper level. Zoom in. Are those two different color eyes?
Looks like it. Brown and blue. OK, Maggie, our suspect already has his next victim. Get to the taxi stand, upper level. We're running facial rec on both right now. FBI! Move! Kelly, you get the IDs yet?
Can't get a hit on facial rec. Hoodie's in the way. But the vic comes back to Melody Walton, 22, from Boston.
Thank you. Jubal, what's their location?
We lost track of them, Maggie. We're searching the cameras.
OK, where'd they go? We just had them, right?
There are blind spots across the pickup line until you get to the exit. That means you could have passed them in the car. We need to stop every cab. OK, I got the back. Move! Move! Hey! Hey! Stop the car!
Open the door! Come on! All right. Open the door. Take off your glasses now.
Hey! Hello? Excuse me. [speaking non-English language] [tires squealing] [horn honks]
Maggie, somebody just jumped out of line. Yeah. I see him. I can't make out his face. Hey, FBI! Slow down! Stop the car!
Get out of the car! FBI! Get out of the car now! [tires squealing] FBI! I said, get out!
Jubal, we just saw him. License plate 8-6, Zebra, 5. Run it. Got him. Daryl Lee Ricklan, 37, registered taxi driver for five years. He's got a rap sheet, bounces from detainment to psychiatric care. You got an address for him?
Yes, in Tremont. OK, Maggie, Scola, suspect may be headed to the Bronx, and so are you. [banging] FBI!
Scola?
Nobody here. Place is empty.
Jubal. OK, Maggie, give me some good news. I don't have any. Ricklan's place has been cleared out. Nothing to indicate where he might have taken Melody Walton?
Nothing.
I might have to go back to DiStefano. Wait, why? You think he'll help us?
His father's sick. So maybe I can get his furlough, and he'll cooperate. Well, no. His father just died, so you have nothing to offer him. What?
He died in his hospice facility. Sorry, Jubal, does-- does DiStefano know that his father passed?
No, he hasn't been informed yet. Can--can you hold off on that?
I think I can make this work. Copy that.
There's only one reason you're here. You didn't find him.
No. You found him, and he got away. He did. You see?
Honesty, Maggie. See how easy that is?
OK, you're right. I need your help still. Boring. What's boring?
Playing cops and robbers with you. Ignoring the fact that you and I are so much more than that. I'm here to cut a deal with you for your assistance. Whatever you think we have, the relationship you've made up, that is in your head. No, you can keep pretending. Look, I don't have time for this. Just keep pretending. You can lock it away. You can shut the door. But eventually, Maggie, the door is gonna burst open, and you are gonna lose control. I know your father's sick.
And I know that your furlough was denied. I can change that.
Wow. You must be really up a tree. You'd do that?
Oh. He's taken another girl. And if we don't find him quickly, he's gonna kill her. That's not your only problem, Maggie. He saw you. He knows who you are. He knows you're hunting him. You, who put me away-- his hero.
Where did you take Sandra before you cut her?
[clicks tongue, sighs] Ray, we never found that out. Listen, you need to tell me. Otherwise, the deal is off the table. I took her to my home. We already checked Ricklan's home. There was nothing there. So did you stop anywhere else before that?
After?
Yeah. [chuckles] After.
I was kind to her.
I stayed nearby, waiting for her to be found. Where, Ray?
It was near Cookler Street. Cookler. What was the intersection?
Wesley. Wesley. Yep. Wait. How did you know that?
Because he's using the name Wesley Cookler. And we thought it was a who, and now we know that it's a where. No, whoa, whoa. Maggie, listen to me. You need to be safe out there. I know you don't want to be, but you're part of this story because you're part of my story. I can take care of myself.
All right, all right, all right.
All right, folks, Maggie solved Ricklan's latest riddle. His false name, Wesley Cookler, is a combination of two cross streets in Queens-- apparently, the location they found Sandra Aiden post-attack. OK, typing in those streets, nothing's coming up. That's because both streets were renamed 10 years ago. Cookler Street is now Chester Boulevard, and Wesley is Raleigh. Raleigh. Yeah, OK. There's an abandoned building at that cross street awaiting demolition. All right. Get Maggie and Scola down there now.
Maggie，喺呢度。
Maggie？
唔見Ricklan嘅蹤影。佢捉咗Melody喺呢度。而家佢哋走咗。唉，天啊。
[低語] Scola。[低語] 咩事？
[低語] 佢望住我哋。
嘩，你搵到我添。係，我哋搵到你啦，Daryl。玩完㗎喇。而家即刻同我將Melody Walton平安送返嚟。不如咁？我同佢玩夠之後就會俾返你。我知你崇拜DiStefano嘅作品。我睇得出你想點。唔唔，唔係咁樣。我只係完成緊件事。到我搞掂嗰陣，佢哋淨係會記得我個名。冇可能㗎，Daryl，因為我會令到你個名俾人遺忘。哦，係咩？
我就俾你睇吓邊個會俾人遺忘。
到你搵到佢嗰陣，我已經消失咗㗎喇。
我都唔知講
All right, folks, so Daryl Lee Ricklan has Melody Walton, and he intends to kill her. We were not able to trace his location from the video call. But we're digging into Ricklan's past for any clues as to where he might have taken her. And what about the screenshots Maggie sent?
Any leads here?
Yeah, the stones behind Ricklan are this greenish-gray color. It looks like serpentinite, which is a rock unique to Staten Island. OK. So we're close. It's not a big island. Does Ricklan have any connections to Staten island?
Checking. Jubal, the letter, the second one that we found with Laura Flemming, the spaces were in the shape of a cross. Right. Are there any churches made from the stone in that screenshot?
Uh, not finding any.
What if it's not a church?
In the 17th century, crosses were drawn on the doors of people infected with the plague. If it's a clue to his next dumping ground-- The abandoned smallpox hospital in Staten Island. Get the whole team down there right now.
All right, NYPD has got the perimeter. Eyes up and stay quiet. Ricklan could be anywhere. If he hears us, that girl is as good as dead. Copy.
OK, SWAT, you're gonna take the south and west wing. Maggie, Scola, you take the east wing. Good luck.
Let's split up.
Ricklan, drop the knife. Show me your hands now. I got Ricklan!
Her pulse is weak, but she's alive. Get an ambo here now! Copy. Jubal, we need and ambo here.
[whispering] Scola.
Scola, you copy?
Ricklan, come out--
You can scream. Your friend won't hear you. This--this isn't how you get what you want. You don't know anything about me. I know that you want to replace DiStefano. No. I would never do that. What he did was beautiful. He showed me what was possible. But he got caught. You didn't catch me. I led you here.
I'm gonna start with your face. [straining] [yelling]
Suspect down. Jubal, we got Ricklan. [gasping]
You OK?
You catch him?
Yeah. We did. It's over. Good.
You're welcome.
Where's my furlough?
That's why I'm here.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, you wouldn't dare, Maggie. I helped you. You never would have found him without me. I agree. And we were prepared to keep our end of the deal. But it's not possible now. You lied. No, things changed. What changed?
Your father died.
How?
In his sleep, I'm told.
Sorry for your loss.
When?
You knew. Oh, you lying bitch.
You lying bitch! I'm gonna get you, Maggie Bell. Nowhere is safe for you, Maggie! I will find you if it takes a thousand years! Nowhere is safe! I swear to God, I'll get you! I swear it!
Hey. Hey.
Look, about this morning, um...
You're right. I don't-- I don't let people in very easily.
But I-- I wanna try with you.
I wanna tell you about the scar and--
I don't know-- whatever else comes up.
Any chance you're free tonight?
Yeah. I'm headed home now. Why don't you meet me there?
I'll see you soon.
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