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Previously on Cross...

- How many shots you hear?
- Six.

But they only found five bullets.

We got a witness out there walking around
with our sixth bullet in him.

43 lawsuits, all dismissed by your mother.

She profited

on the backs of child laborers.

I-I didn't know this.

- [Kayla] That's not me. It's a deepfake.
- [Bobby] That's funny.

It sure look like you.

[Kayla] There's this thing that's
coming to light. It's a program,

and they're trying
to fucking pin it all on me.

[Bruce] There's no way I can
remove your face, but I can find

where the little creases are in here.

Put all the little pieces together.

Holy shit.

[Akbar] I got a name
on our avenging angel.

Our little Luz is now Rebecca Matthews.

[Cross] At any moment now,
we'll have enough material evidence

to connect you to a killing.

I want 24 hours

to say my goodbyes.

You're just cool with going
to a rendezvous of her choice?

- [gunshot]
- [Donnie screams]

[groans]

[Cross] Bobby Trey?

[funky, upbeat music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[Tana] The hell happened to you?

- Car crash.
- [chuckles]

Can we get two half-smokes,
some fries, coffee, and a bag of ice?

Sure thing.

[chuckles] What's on your mind, Sugar?

There ain't shit going right.

I almost got killed, Luz is in the wind,

Lance Durand practically talked himself
out of child-trafficking charges,

LaDonna's locked up for a murder
somebody else did.

I've been to see her.

A couple times.

You talking?

We got some movement on the case.

A second vic who may have survived.
You know, if we find this person--

Wait, you got a witness
that can clear LaDonna?

I'm not trying to clear her, all right?

I'm just trying to put in
some work, catch a killer.

Whether or not it's who I want it to be.

[news anchor over TV] Find out
after the break when we talk

to the CEO of Crestbrook Industries...

That fucker's smug face on TV.

Lance Durand?

'Cause If I was you,
I'd be thinking about the fucker

- who sent her fucker to fuck me up.
- [chuckles]

Just saying, I get where she coming from.

She took out a pedophile, a crooked cop.

Murdered a mother of two,

an activist who was trying
to take Lance down the right way.

And-- oh, wait--
you'd be on that list, too,

if it wasn't for Kayla calling
"he who shall not be named."

Don't get me wrong,
catching Luz comes first.

Damn well better.

And now you just have to figure out
wherever the hell she is.

- [cheering]
- [hip-hop playing]

♪ Make it make sense to me ♪

♪ Quit wastin' my energy ♪

♪ They gotta remember me ♪

♪ Sweepin' the competition,
leave 'em behind ♪

♪ Sippin' and thinkin'
I'm one of a kind...

Excuse me, ma'am, excuse me.
Can he please cup your boobies?

- Get 'em! Get 'em!
- It's all good, ladies.

Ladies, you are stunning,
but I am about to marry my queen.

- Not tonight, you're not.
- [laughs]

♪ Thinkin' I'm one of a kind...

♪ ♪

Oh...

[laughter]

[tense, ominous music playing]

[♪ Danielle Ponder sings
"Some of Us Are Brave"]

♪ If the sky were to fall ♪

♪ I'd be the first to call ♪

♪ Some of us, some of us are brave ♪

♪ Peace and love
to the ones who give praise ♪

♪ Take a bow as the light hits the face ♪

♪ See me now ♪

♪ I'm loud and proud ♪

♪ And to those who fear
leads them to hate ♪

♪ oh, what a pity
to be locked in that place ♪

♪ I know you see me, though ♪

♪ Some of us, some of us are brave ♪

- [elevator bell dings]
- [elevator doors slide open]

Go ahead.

I told you so.

I know.

I thought I had her, but you were right.

Thank you.

Uh... that's it?

Saw the photos from the accident.
I'm pretty sure you learned your lesson.

You have some explaining to do, too.
Bobby Trey?

How long you two been--

I needed some off-the-books help
with that "Uncle Sam special."

He slit an innocent woman's throat.

- She died in my arms.
- Okay. Okay.

Is your situation so desperate,
you need to pull a psycho out of prison?

If I didn't send that psycho,
you'd be dead by now.

[plaintive music playing]

- [sighs] Fucking shit.
- Okay. Okay. I'm-I'm here.

- I'm fine.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

I'm fine.

You're actually not fine.

Everybody who's anybody is in that room
waiting to kick your ass.

[quietly] All right.

[sighs] Okay.

Hey.

It's good to see you.

It's good to be seen.

[overlapping chatter]

[sighs] Fuck it.

[Roy] Oh, there he is.

MPD's resident genius.

Go ahead.

Yeah, this is the part where you
attempt to justify yourself.

Oh, that's a pretty tall order
before my second cup of coffee.

Almost new. No cream, two sugars.

First off, we didn't have enough
to arrest the suspect.

At minimum
you should have had eyes on her.

[Kayla] Okay.

A, we don't answer to you.

And B, we did have eyes on her.
She slipped 'em.

Well, don't send a cop to do a Fed's job.

- [laughter]
- [Roy] Mm-hmm.

[scoffs] Shit.
It was FBI S.O.G. that lost her.

It's irrelevant.

Detective Cross's actions
compromised this investigation

and put lives at risk,

both sworn and civilian.

I took a chance.

And you lost.

And from what I'm hearing,
you're coming at Lance Durand

like he's the one we're after.

No, no, no. You're done.

I'm adding Special Agent Rodriguez
to this detail.

[scoffs]

You can clear out, Detective.

Assistant Director McElhannon,

this is a joint investigation, right?

Well, Cross doesn't work for you.
He works for the Metropolitan PD.

Now, you can do whatever you want
with your personnel, but when it comes

to decisions about my people,
you check with me.

This is way above your pay grade,
Lieutenant.

[Anderson] Does it fit within my purview?

I'm gonna save you
the trouble of calling, Roy.

Cross isn't going anywhere.

He's the reason
you even know who you're after.

And I'm guessing no one here
is more motivated to catch her than him.

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Detective Cross, you got a minute?

- Agent Goff, right?
- [Goff] Yes, sir.

A few days back,
you guys asked me to track down

the full complaint filed
by Gabriela Porras.

Yeah, did you ever find it?

Still working on that.

Uh... I'm a big fan, Detective.

I mean, I don't normally
go announcing that in a locker room,

- but you know the mood out there...
- Right.

I just wanted to say,
the way you handled the Ramsey case,

including the stuff that didn't make
the papers, I mean--

Yeah, I appreciate that.
Man, thank you. I really do.

- [chuckles]
- Thank you.

I've been seeing somebody.
She's Capitol Police.

Uh, other day she gets a call in
to Senator Pete Ashford's office.

Said he had a break-in.
The name Ashford rang a bell.

Like Judge Olivia Ashford.
From Esteban's papers.

Mm-hmm.

Is she related to the senator?

His mother. I did some digging.

Judge Ashford spent
most of her career in Iowa,

where she ruled
on several Crestbrook cases.

Well, that's some impressive digging.
Where's the judge now?

Uh, well, she and her husband
died in a plane crash years ago.

Excellent work.
Excellent work, Agent Goff.

Thank you.

Thanks, Detective.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Donnie] I know what you're thinking,

and you're wrong. I'm fine.

You're shot.

It's just a little hole.
It's not like it broke anything.

- [groans]
- We're revising the plan.

No. We can't call time-out.

Not now that you've been made.

I'm fine. I just need
something for the pain.

You can barely lift your arm.

- You are a fucking mess.
- [groans] I only need

one good arm to do my part.

What if you have to run?

Then they'll catch me.

But they're not gonna get me alive.

[Cross] I appreciate you taking

the time to see me, Senator.

- Not the best day for a visit.
- Mm-hmm.

But you said you had
information about her?

Yes.

Is this the woman who came to see you?

Who is she?

Her name is Luz Porras.

She's a suspect in multiple murder cases.

Jesus.

Do you know what she wanted from you?

Yeah.

She took a picture
from behind this portrait.

It was a photo of my mom with Lance
and a bunch of his cronies.

She tell you what your mom's connected to?

You know about that?

A little. Tell me the rest.

[sighs]

I worshipped my mom.

And this woman Luz told me
that she was part of a conspiracy

to cover up criminal acts
perpetrated by Crestbrook Industries.

She threw out dozens of lawsuits.

Made sure damning evidence against
the company never saw the light of day.

And you believe what Ms. Porras told you?

Yeah, she had the lawsuits.

After she left, I looked into it
and I found just more.

Much more.

Any of these boxes have the case
filed by Gabriela Porras?

Um...

This one.

You know, my mom
taught me everything I knew.

I got into law to make her proud.

I have been living off the money
that she left me,

money that she made off of...
enslaved kids.

Everybody that was
in that picture got rich.

Lance Durand,
Richard Helvig, Paul Hartsfield.

And by inheritance, fucking me.

Is that why you took six hours
to call the police

after Luz Porras left your office? Guilt?

She said she'd kill me
if I called any sooner.

But, yeah, guilt.

[contemplative music playing]

This is the lawsuit
that Gabriela Porras filed.

Is this the original complaint?

Yeah.

[Ashford sighs deeply]

[line rings]

Akbar.

Yeah, I need you to look up some names
for me. Griffith Stoker. Jelani Amadou.

Senator.

Brent Turlock,
Paul Hartsfield, Nuri Mohindra,

and of course, our wonderful friends
Lance Durand, Nat Gancarz,

Richard Helvig, Mitch Morgan...

And a partridge in a pear tree.
What is all this?

These are defendants in Gabriela Porras's
lawsuit against Crestbrook.

Everyone with a "D" beside their name.

Now, you'll notice
some, uh, familiar faces

along with some significant overlap
from Lincoln Esteban's records.

What do we know on the new faces?

Well, Paul Hartsfield was
the deputy assistant secretary

in the Department of Labor.

And given recent events,
we believe

that he may have been tipping off
Crestbrook

- to upcoming inspections.
- [De Lackner] Hmm.

[Akbar] Brent Turlock was an MD.

Looks like he took over
Gabriela Porras's clinic after her death.

- Connection to Crestbrook?
- There's none

until about ten years ago
when he left the clinic

to become a "consultant" at Crestbrook.

Guy ends up doubling his income overnight.

- Sounds like a payoff to me.
- Huh.

- [Akbar] Exactly.
- [Rodriguez] Maybe, maybe not.

Nuri Mohindra's family got rich

providing cheap labor
in India, Malaysia and Thailand.

She expanded her operation stateside,
recruiting for Crestbrook Industries.

- [Cross] And Griffith Stoker?
- [Hardy] DC fixer

and lobbyist.

Used his K Street connections
to help grease the way

for the company's first big expansion.

What about this Jelani Amadou?

What's his connection to Crestbrook?

Beyond being Lance Durand's best friend?
Not much.

Guy's an economist. Spotless record,

lectures grad students in his spare time.

Couple of papers that gained some traction
in the mainstream press.

About?

I knew I knew his name from somewhere.

He did a piece in The Wall Street Journal,

uh, "In Defense of Working Women"
or something like that.

Sounds nice, right?

But the gist was that,
since women make 80 cents on the dollar,

companies could save millions
by hiring an all-female workforce.

Even more by hiring women of color.

[Cross] Hmm. Now imagine

how much they could save
by hiring the children.

It's a pretty big leap.

Is it? I mean, they had a man in DHS,
a connection in the Department of Labor.

[Cross] A truckload
of trafficked children.

Gabriela Porras listed
these individuals for a reason.

What about Beverly?

She's not a defendant,
but Luz killed her anyway?

To get to Richard Helvig's money.

Beverly Soames is Helvig's banker.

She must have known
at least some of what he was up to.

- Guilt by association?
- Well, a different degree of guilty.

As evidenced by the fact that,
unlike the lawsuit defendants,

Beverly got to keep her fingers.

We believe Luz Porras is singling out
the defendants for special treatment.

She's making it personal
because in her mind

they're the most culpable
for her mother's death.

And look at the dates.

[Kayla] Except for when
Sheriff Morgan corners Luz,

almost all of her personal kills
were recent.

She's just blazing through victims now.

Mm-hmm. And thanks to Senator Ashford,
we now have a kill list.

The ten defendants.
How many are still alive?

Five, including Lance Durand
and the head of his security Nat Gancarz.

[Cross] There has to be an order.

A plan.

I just can't see what it is yet.

Okay, well, in the meantime
let's heads-up the remaining targets

and hope that we can keep them alive
while we figure this out.

[Akbar] It's all good.

[indistinct chatter]

Okay, good to hear.
Thank you for everything.

Nuri Mohindra?

- Yes.
- We have reason to believe

your life is in immediate danger.

Is there somewhere private we can talk?

[pulsing, intriguing music playing]

[dogs barking]

Mr. Stoker, we need to speak to you.

[engine revving]

- [tires squeal]
- [engine shuts off]

Hey, George,
what-what do you call that color?

What is that? Carolina blue? Sky blue?

Lounge lizard blue?

- My daddy's blue.
- Oh.

You did beautiful work, George.

Thank you, Mr. Jelani.

You believe I fit in that old tux?

[Lance] I believe it.
I'm surprised you want it, to be honest.

[laughter]

[Jelani] My father married
my mother in that suit.

[Lance] Mm.

- [Cross] Jelani.
- Oh, hey.

Cross, my best friend gets married
tomorrow.

So whatever you have to say can wait.

Oh, congratulations.
But this most definitely cannot wait.

What's this about?

Do you remember Gabriela Porras?

No.

Well, she sued Crestbrook.

Named you, Lance Durand, Richard Helvig...

You know all the names.

But I have a new name for you.

One you might not recognize.

Luz Porras?

Who is that?

Gabriela's daughter.

She's killing everyone
on that list of defendants.

And there's only
a few names left now, Jelani.

Yours is one of them.

So now might be a good time--
maybe the only time--

to tell me everything you know
and help me help you.

[Lance] Okay, listen to me.

Nothing is gonna happen to you.

This woman's gonna be in your rearview

before you even start your honeymoon,
I promise you that.

He's getting married tomorrow.
We're not canceling a wedding because--

You're an economist, right?

Here's a statistic for you.

Fifty percent of your buddy's codefendants
are dead.

Fifty.

Do the math.

[tense music playing]

Hi.

Hey. I was just on my way out.

Alex...

- What?
- The kids told me

you were in a car accident, but I...

- I didn't think...
- Oh.

Yeah, nah, it's-it's... it's fine.

It's fine. Look, Two John made me get
X-rays and everything.

- It's fine.
- Alex.

Was this an accident?

Forget I asked.

It's really none of my business.

Of course it's your business.
You're part of the family.

Maybe that's the problem.

I think it's confusing for the kids,
me being here all the time.

It's confusing for me.

And sometimes, when you're not here,

I forget things are different now.

I forget... why I was mad...

why I left.

Then I see you come in like this...

...and I remember.

What? What are you saying?

I don't think I should
come around anymore.

I can take the kids back to my place
after school if you need me,

I can leave them with Sampson,
but us seeing each other like this...

...it's keeping me from moving on.

That's what you want to do?
You want to move on?

It's what I need to do.

[melancholy music playing]

[kisses]

Please take care of yourself, Alex.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[traffic humming]

- [water trickling]
- [tranquil music playing]

Felicia.

Long time no see.

[grunting]

Running won't help you!

- [Bobby grunts]
- [thud]

Bye, Felicia.

- [Ho99o9 play "Battery Not Included"]
- ♪ When will it end? ♪

♪ I'm getting sick of human skin ♪

♪ No emotion, no emotion,
eyes will bleed ♪

♪ Dead on sight, so leave it be ♪

♪ Is this your god? When will it end? ♪

♪ I'm getting sick of human skin ♪

♪ No emotion, no emotion,
eyes will bleed ♪

♪ Dead on sight ♪

[door closes]

[uneasy music playing]

What do you want?

The original.

And you think I have it?

I think you're too much of an operator
to not know where it is.

I'm an operator?

You're a fucking pick-me.

So desperate for a pat on the head.

What is this tough guy shit, Kayla, hmm?

It's not you.

And it's not that serious.

Maggie blew her head off.

So don't tell me this isn't serious.

- Margaret?
- Yeah.

- Shot herself?
- Right in front of me.

I see it every time I close my eyes.

She was always a little jumpy.

Was it brain matter splattered
on the wall, or was it red mist?

She killed herself to protect her family.

You're going to give me that footage.

Or what, Kayla?
What are you gonna do to me?

How far are you gonna go, huh?

Did I tell you how I found Margaret?

Mastermind gave her to me.

Yeah. He's cleaning house.

But you already know that, don't you?

I mean, you're not living
in a sixth-story walk-up

in Chinatown with no AC
because you like the ambience.

[laughs]

There's no more hiding.

Not for any of us.

So you're gonna need to help me
make a decision right now.

Do I send him a flare to find you here?

Or do I send it to North Carolina where
your husband and daughter are holed up?

Painting's a nice touch.

Wouldn't believe the amount of times
that soldiers,

they asked me
if it was part of the experiment.

Truth is, it just came
with the building, but...

having it here,
it was somewhat Pavlovian, right?

Subject sees painting.

Subject remembers previous trauma.

It was fascinating watching
those big, strong men just...

fall apart.

They wanted so badly to believe
that they were special, just like you.

They were just cogs.

Too afraid to live their life
without orders.

Like you.

[creaks]

Because with orders, you can pretend that
somebody else made you do what you did.

I didn't do what you did.

I didn't, I didn't do that.

I had no idea what was going on.

You picked the soldiers.

Mm. I wrote profiles for a mission,
not for this shit.

We were all profiled, Kayla.

Who's willing to ride the line?
Who's willing to do the dirty work?

Who needs a pat on the head
so fucking badly that she'll do anything?

You can

pretend that you're one of the good guys,

but he knew what you were from the very--

[grunts]

- [Felicia chuckles]
- [Kayla sighs]

[laughing] Bitch, please.

You're not gonna kill me.

You're not even gonna really hurt me.

You have no idea what I'm gonna do.

You have no idea what you'll do,
and that's why you're so scared.

- [choking]
- I should kill you right now.

Do it, come on, do it,
do it, do it, do it, do it.

[Felicia choking]

Aah! Fuck!

[Kayla groans]

[panting]

[Felicia] You're not better
than us, Kayla!

You're just weaker.

[door closes]

- No, no, no. Wait, Bobby, wait! Wait!
- I should wipe both you motherfuckers!

- Wait! When this is done--
- I should wipe both you motherfuckers!

When this is done, when this is done,

you can do with her
whatever the fuck you want.

- Whatever the fuck you want, all right?
- [panting]

Now we need information,
so I need you to get your shit together.

You motherfuckers! You motherfuckers!

Mother... [grunts]

Goddamn it! God...

[grunts]

They didn't deserve
to be treated like all that.

No, sir. No, sir, no, sir.

Ooh, you motherfuckers.

You motherfuckers is monsters.

Mm-hmm. Oh.

Says the man
who worked for a serial killer.

Yeah, fucking dirty cop,

drug dealer, murderer for hire.

And before that, Sergeant Robert Abellard,

U.S. Army 101st Airborne.

[chuckles]

Shit. Shit.

Lord knows, Lord knows I's...

I always wanted to be a hero. [scoffs]

And then you go where they send you
and you do what they tell you to do

and then you see shit and then you...

you realize you ain't no...

you ain't no hero at all.

You just another weapon.

You... Fuck.

[Cross] And before Esteban
became a muckraker, he was

- a street artist, went by Chaka.
- Chaka.

He painted this on the wall facing
Crestbrook's Chicago offices.

- Kind of dope.
- [chuckles]

That the motherfucker
who tried to run you over?

[Cross] That's him.
Donnie motherfucking Hayes.

Crestbrook took out his family farm.

Ooh. Nothing brings people together
like a good old-fashioned hate fest.

- What's with the Chicano art?
- Yeah. Does any of this

mean something to you?

Overall style feels very Azteca.

Mm-hmm. Where you from again?

Guatemala, but I took
a pre-Columbian class in college.

Can you fill in some of the blanks for me?

[sputters] Bro, I barely got a B-minus
in that class. [chuckles]

- All right.
- But I'm still in touch with Dr. Gonzalez.

You know what? I'll send you his info.

- Please.
- All right.

You get something?

A line on the second victim
of the Duvernay case.

Milo Soto-Vigil, age 35.

Saw an off-the-books doctor
for a bullet wound just after midnight.

- That's 45 minutes after the murder.
- Mm-hmm.

And I got a tip on his current.

You want to ride?

Go. Got to go check out Vega's professor.

[phone ringing]

Hey, Nana. You get my message?

[Nana Mama] Yeah, baby,
and I bought my train ticket.

But if you pissed off Elle,
I'm gonna whoop your ass.

[lively cartoon music playing on TV]

[slow, tense music playing]

[Vega unholsters gun]

- Milo.
- [grunts] Who the fuck are you?

Detective Vega, MPD. Who shot you?

[Sampson] I wouldn't do that.

Hands in the open.

I had an infection like that
in the service.

Hurt like a mother.

And I'm guessing
you can't risk going to see a doctor.

What's it to you?

You give us a name,

we come back here with antibiotics.

No questions asked.

No name, you have to take your chances
going to the hospital.

Providing you make it that long.

Put the guns away, and then we can talk.

[tense music playing]

[Sampson] You first.

Who shot you? Was it TK?

I don't know who the fuck that is.

We were doing business,
and that motherfucker tried to rob us.

I heard my buddy call him Night Train.

That was right before he started shooting.

What do you see here?

These are "lotta-ree-ah" cards, right?

Lotería.

- Lo-Lotería.
- Okay, close enough.

- All right.
- Yes, they are lotería cards.

And you notice a resemblance

to the art that you showed me, right?

It's damn near identical.

Yes. And that makes me very curious.

Because this deck is obscure,
almost to the point of being forgotten.

It reflects a very old story

born from the resistance to La Conquista.

A legend named

"La Niña de las Flores."

After Cortez and his men killed
the Emperor Motecuhzoma,

they made their way into Xochimitlan,

the land of the flowers.

The home to a brave young woman.

The home of a brave young woman
named Xochitl.

As the soldiers attacked,

Xochitl's mother urged her
to sing an ancient song

that would inspire her people to resist.

[Rebecca] When the soldiers realized

- Xochitl's song was working...
- ...they dragged her to the edge

of a crater, and threw her in.

But even from the bottom of the crater,

- she continued to sing.
- [whispers in Spanish]

She continued to sing.

[Gonzalez] To silence Xochitl,

they piled dirt, more and more,

until the crater became

the volcano Tacaná.

[echoing] The volcano Tacaná.

In order to save her people,
Xochitl had to fight her way

to the top of the mountain
from the inside.

Past the ten levels,

each guarded by a demon more fearsome

than the last.

The first level guarded

by a giant dog, El Perro.

The second level,

El Curandero,

an evil medicine man.

- El Pecador.
- [grunts]

- El Parasito.
- [grunting]

[camera shutter clicking]

The judge.

[Cross] Her victims
are all a part of the story.

[Gonzalez] The Architect. El Martillo.

La Boca.

La Guardia protecting the throne room.

[Cross] Luz Porras is living out
the legend "La Niña de las Flores."

To her, the defendants
in her mother's lawsuit are the demons

she must defeat
in order to save her people.

Her first victim Sheriff Morgan,
he's the Dog guarding the underworld.

Dr. Turlock, he's a medicine man,
El Curandero.

Helvig, he's the Sinner.

I believe Paul Hartsfield, the crooked
labor secretary, is the Parasite.

Nat Gancarz, they're the Guard.

Which means that Lance Durand...

is the Crown of Fingers.

[De Lackner] Nasty.

Absolutely. But it's also a pattern.

[De Lackner] Holy shit.

She's killing 'em
in the order of the story.

[Cross] Exactly. Which means

that if we match these three--
El Arquitecto,

El Martillo and La Boca--

we'll find out who her next target is.

[♪ Maria Rita sings "Perfeita Sintonia"]

[singing in Portuguese]

[crowd chatter]

[beeping]

[wand squeals]

Hi. How's it going?

You look very maudlin.

What are you doing?

Hey, take-take this, please.

Listen to me, okay?

You have nothing to worry about.

This place is locked up tighter
than Fort Knox.

It's a strange thing.

Isn't it?

What?

Knowing you've done something so bad
to someone,

it makes them want to kill you.

Look, there's no doubt we had to make...

- very tough decisions along the way.
- "Tough decisions."

Those were lives, Lance.

Children.

If I hadn't had the idea,
none of this would have happened--

Come on, look,
there have been brutal moments

in this journey,
but we are trying to save the world.

And that shit ain't easy, okay?

But it's working.

This is your legacy, Jelani.

You're a good man,
you're my best friend, all right?

And I'm gonna play this card just a bit.

You kind of owe it to me
to have a good day.

- [chuckles]
- You do.

I was sent to get you to take pictures.
We have to take pictures.

- Have you seen your wife yet?
- No.

- Oh, my Lord.
- [laughs]

Wait till you see her.

- And you're good-looking in that suit.
- You like that?

Come on, man.

Look who's back for more.

Glutton for punishment.

Mastermind called that, too.

[sighs]

Same stuff you used on those soldiers.

There's no way you got the drug.

You willing to bet your life on that?

And your sanity?

- No. [whimpers]
- Stop.

No.

- There. All done.
- [grunts]

Nice.

[exhales]

Where's the footage?

Look, even if I knew,

- there is no--
- You ever read those studies on torture?

I mean, statistically,

it almost never
leads to reliable information.

But do you know what it does do?

- It fucks with people's minds.
- [whimpers]

And not just the minds
of the people being tortured.

It literally rewires the brains

of the people doing the torture.

So… when you were

torturing those soldiers...

your brain was recording the violence

as if it was happening to you.

Did you know that?

Hmm?

- Please don't. Kayla, stop.
- Where's the footage?

Where's the footage?

Please don't do this.

- Stop.
- Shh. There it is.

[suspenseful music playing]

- Can you feel it yet?
- [moans]

You can feel it, can't you?

Stop! Stop. It's, uh--

The original documents
are in a secure storage...

30 floors under your-your boss's office.

Just get that fucking thing out of me!

Sit tight.

If this doesn't pan out,
we will be talking again.

There's my baby. [chuckles]

How you feeling today?

Things are looking up.

We got a second victim.

- Put a name to the shooter.
- No way.

Well, it's a street name, but we were
hoping you could recognize it.

If I do, I'll tell you
everything I can, John.

Night Train.

That mean anything?

I wish I could say yes.

But I've never heard that name.

I'm sorry.

[inhales sharply]

Did you bring those photos
we talked about?

LaDonna, I got a lot of work.

Maybe another time.

Well, come on now,
you-you got to have something.

Let me see a little bit of what I missed.

[exhales]

[laughs]

[sighs, groans]

[softly] There you go.

[laughs] Oh!

Oh. What are you supposed to be there?

I'm a cowboy.

[laughing]

Alex is a ninja.

Nana Mama sent us to the park
to stop us from tearing up the house.

I know that park.

It's Anacostia, by the water.

There used to be that
old crazy man down there

- selling candy.
- Yeah.

He was always yelling something
about blue men from Mars--

Blue men from Pluto.

- That's--
- That's what he was always...

- That's right.
- [chuckles]

- [♪ Son Little sings "Your Love Will
Blow Me Away When My Heart Aches]
- ♪ Still stuck in a cage ♪

♪ Trying to ply my trade ♪

♪ Won't go away ♪

[phone vibrates]

You recognize that man?

Never seen him before. Who is he?

It's Tyson Knight. Aka Night Train.

Aka TK.

You sure?

Positive, baby.

Like I said before.

Hey, you-you think
I could see some more pictures?

I mean, if it's not too much.

You sure about that?

I mean, Nana Mama was trigger-happy
with the camera back in the day.

I mean, after this little bit,
gotten to see some of who you are.

I've been blown away.

[cries, laughs softly]

I feel like if-if I can see

where you came from
and how you got to be here...

...I think I could
know you a little bit better.

[chuckles]
First, let's find this Night Train.

♪ Still trapped in a box ♪

♪ Trying to clear my name ♪

♪ Won't go away ♪

♪ I'm afraid ♪

♪ Your love will blow me away ♪

♪ Am I dumb? ♪

♪ All 'cause I numb the pain ♪

♪ Am I just another runaway? ♪

Hey.

- Welcome back.
- Thanks.

We managed to match which cards we think
each of the last three targets represents.

Akbar pointed out
Griffith Stoker's a lobbyist

and a former lawyer.
He's got to be La Boca, the mouthpiece.

And Nuri Mohindra, she runs the machine

that keeps the kids in line. The Hammer.

Which would make Jelani the Architect.

- [Kayla] Mm-hmm.
- The one who dreamed up the entire

child labor scheme.

That makes him next
on the kill list, right?

What time's that wedding?

- [applause]
- [Lance] What I love is

not only what this union
says to the world,

but what it says to the universe.

Witness this man,

fucking incredible man,

whose ancestors hail from Benin,

whose people landed in Mississippi.

And whose own ambition took him
to Washington, D.C.

And witness this powerful woman,

whose ancestors hail from Angola,

and whose people landed
in Salvador, Bahia, 4,000 miles away.

History, geography

and probability tell us these two people
never should have survived, let alone met.

Ancestors ripped from the motherland

and sent to opposite sides of the globe,
yet here they are today

standing before us,

claiming your own motherland,

wherever you land, wherever you stand.

Right? So this is my favorite part, y'all.

Grab your glass, raise it high,

and let us celebrate this union
and celebrate

the reunion of the diaspora.

And to Mr. and Mrs. Amadou,

may you have 1,000 children.
[laughs]

- Cheers, y'all.
- [others] Cheers.

[applause and cheering]

[exciting music playing]

[engine revving]

- [drums playing]
- [cheering and whooping]

- Baby, what did you do?!
- [laughing]

♪ ♪

[people gasping]

- Oh, my God!
- Whoa!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

[cheering and whooping]

[whistle blowing]

[rhythmic clapping]

Oh, my God.

[tires screech]

[drumming continues in distance]

FBI and Metro PD.

Agent Goff, we need to get in there.

No, that's a negative.

You two have been specifically barred
from the event.

- I'll call Roy.
- The order comes

straight from Director Hammett.

You're not to have any contact
with Lance Durand.

Fuck Durand. The groom
is the next on the killer's list.

[drumming continues]

[cheering and whistling]

[whistle blowing]

Hey, hey, hey.

[both laughing]

[groans]

[groaning]

[dark music playing]

[screaming]

[man] Man, what happened?

He's hurt. Someone call a doctor!

- [gunshot]
- [people screaming]

[screaming continues]

- Move! Move! She's in there!
- [metal detector beeping]

♪ ♪

[screaming continues]

[crying]

[screaming and shouting]

♪ ♪

Let's go! Clear out!
Clear out! Come on, let's go!

[clamoring]

[gunshot]

[FBI agent] Sniper! Everybody down!

- Move. Move.
- Go, go, go, go.

- [gunshots]
- [screaming continues]

Go! Go, go, go! Go, go, go!

The one in green!

- She's right there! Move! Move!
- Go!

- [gunshot]
- [grunts]

- Down!
- [Cross] Move!

[Kayla] Alex, stay down!

- [gunshot]
- [screaming]

[Cross] We can't wait.

- She's getting away.
- [Kayla] But we have no cover!

[tense, dramatic music playing]

Shit.

[Antonia sobbing]

[♪ Many Voices Speak sings "Blue Moon"]

♪ ♪

[sobbing and wailing]

♪ Blue moon ♪

♪ You saw me standin' alone ♪

♪ Without a dream in my heart ♪

♪ Without a love of my own ♪

♪ Blue moon ♪

♪ You knew just what I was there for ♪

♪ You heard me sayin' a prayer for ♪

♪ Someone I really could care for ♪

♪ Blue moon ♪

♪ Now, I'm no longer alone ♪

♪ Without a dream in my heart ♪

♪ Without ♪