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Look, there's a kitty cat. Come on.

- Okay, what do you say? - Trick or treat.

Oh, you look so cute.

Let me just go get something.

I have great big candy bars inside.

Where is it?

Mm.

Ah! In here, yes!

Where are you goin'?

I'll be back in a minute.

Sorry. I don't have candy bars.

But you can have these.

We can only accept wrapped candy. So sorry.

That's really smart. Your mom takes really good care of you.

Stay safe out there.

Hm.

What are you doin'?

Well that was stupid.

Please.

Shh!

It's probably time, right?

I don't really like listening to you.

I don't like the sounds you're making.

But I love your smile.

It's like...

Hi, I'm Agent Alice Black. How can I help you?

You're not from the FBI. You're lying to me.

I am a real FBI agent.

Then why are you on the phone?

Yes, I'm Agent Alice Black at FBI New York.

Is there something you'd like to report?

Lick my butt!

I'm not gonna be able to do that for you at this time, but thank you for calling.

I'm new here. I'm a duty agent.

Is there something you'd like to report?

Duty agent? I want to talk to someone higher up.

There's no one else available. You're stuck with me.

Hi, I'm Agent Alice Black. Is there something you'd like to report?

You sound so smart and pretty.

- Thank you. - Are you married?

My son is single, and he's a real catch.

- Mets or Yankees? - Oh, Mets.

- Deal breaker? - Oh, he'll love you.

It's her. Come on, come on, come on.

The White House is hacking all of my machines.

- All of my internet. - All of your internet?

- That's bad. - Yes!

- Can you help me? - So, you're gonna want to cover

everything you have in tinfoil.

- And then you're... - What line is she on?

- She called five times last... - What line?

Two.

Hi, I'm Agent Alice Black. How can I...

Excuse me, what was he saying about the tinfoil?

Don't worry about that.

Just tell me everything that's happened, and take your time.

You wanted to see me?

You need to stay in your lane.

Why am I being told a Brooklyn homicide detective

wants your advice on an overdose death?

I worked out of the Brooklyn North Homicide Squad when I was with the NYPD.

I don't care what you did at the NYPD.

Your job now is to stay in the applicant pool

and answer the phone when the crazy people Google the FBI

and call the number on the bottom of their screen.

I know you requested to be assigned to sex crimes,

but leadership will assign you an operational squad when you're ready.

- I know that. - You know a detective named, uh...

Danny Kelly?

- 'Cause he requested your help. - I do.

We worked homicide at Brooklyn North together.

Is this the officer you disclosed having a domestic relationship with?

That wasn't him. That was someone else.

What happened?

Bad breakup, so you came running over here?

'Cause I like to know these things in advance.

Yeah, and I just told you.

What would you like me to do?

Catch up on the information they sent, drive to the crime scene, write it up,

and then come back here and do your actual job.

Oh, and, uh, stop at Costco on your way back.

It's your day for snacks.

Oh, we got the fucking FBI here.

What are you doing? You quit.

Not on weekdays. I only smoke on weekdays now.

Oh yeah? That'll fucking work.

Why am I here? I'm busy.

Sitting around doing background checks?

No.

- Doesn't that hurt? - Yeah.

I don't know why the fuck I just did that.

Come on. What is this? What do you want from me?

What do I want from you?

If you wanted to talk to me, you could have just faked a heart attack.

- No, you wouldn't have come. - You're right.

I would've sent flowers.

You wouldn't have fucking sent flowers.

My divorce is final. Yesterday.

- Yesterday? - Mm-hmm.

Wow, you came back.

I'm not back. I'm FBI now.

You fucking came back. Marshall says "hi-ya."

- Go fuck yourself. Mikey. - Fuck you too, Danny.

- Eat a dick. - Bitch.

I didn't realize everyone missed me so much.

I would have come back sooner.

Yeah, well, they don't like me now either.

Because of me?

DOA's name is Caleb Easton.

Yeah, Jay Easton's son.

His dad's a billionaire.

So he's actually slumming it in this house?

I know, it's a real shithole.

Didn't wanna work at his dad's hedge fund?

Dad made him a judge. He left the bench.

Overdoses out of nowhere, according to the sister.

Yeah, well, if there's one thing everyone in the world

is honest about, it's doing drugs.

I learned that at Quantico.

- Did you get an A for that? - Plus.

You don't miss this?

Smell of a dead body in a hallway?

Mm.

Lacerations on his fingers.

Got lividity on the side of the arm. Needle marks are too neat.

You know this isn't an O.D.

- It's staged. - No kidding.

So, what? You don't wanna be the one

to tell the lieutenant you guys just caught another body?

I already told Marty. I think his exact words were,

"You better fucking find a way that we don't have to catch the guy

that killed Jay Easton's son."

So you dumped it on me?

We could do it together.

- Bleach. - Hm.

Someone really wanted this room clean.

Nothing good ever happens in the bathroom.

It's the one thing in this world I know to be true.

He didn't see a lot of people. He had a girlfriend, recent.

Um, sister hadn't met her yet, didn't even know her name.

- A dealer? - Could be a dealer.

We're looking at all the security camera footage.

You okay?

What are you doing?

I'm sitting on the floor for a second. What's it look like?

I'm sorry I brought you here.

I didn't think how it'd be coming back and seeing the guys.

Hey.

Lacerations on his fingers?

Holy shit, I gotta call Marty.

- Go call Marty. - Goddamn it!

Let's see what we got.

Jinny, you alright to take the breathalyzer tonight?

Okay, no. Let's do this.

You take a walk around the block, you come back,

and I will save you your bed, okay?

It's gonna be alright, honey. You just walk it off.

Hi, Vera. Just go on in, alright?

Everybody else, we are full up.

Family Center might have some beds.

You were here yesterday, yeah?

You gotta get here earlier.

Hey, Jinny.

You want some?

Hit me and I'll give it to you.

Fuck off.

Hit me!

Hit me!

Fucking hit me!

Hit me!

Fucking bitch!

Fuck off!

Jinny! Get off of her!

- Hey, that's my bag! - Hey!

- Hey, get back here! - She took my bag.

Hello? Is this the, uh...

Domestic Violence Hotline.

- Are you somewhere safe? - No.

- Please help me. Please. - Yes, we can help you.

- Help me. - It's okay. It's okay.

I'm so scared.

- I am so scared. - I understand.

I went back to him.

Let me send you the address to the nearest shelter.

I'll just need to know where you're located so I can find it.

Really? Oh, thank you!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

And do you have an ID?

Uh, I just ran out. I didn't, um...

All I have is this bag I grabbed.

Oh, God, does that mean that I can't...

- No, no. It's... it's okay. - Oh, my God, um...

- This happens. - You know, I think that I, um...

I mean, I have...

- I have my SNAP card. - Yeah, yeah. Yeah, that's good.

- That's good, yeah, has your name on it. - Yeah?

It's good.

And if you stay here long enough, we'll send a letter

to prove your residency, and then we'll get you set up with a new I.D.

- Really? - Yeah.

Yeah.

This shelter is completely anonymous.

It's not listed anywhere. No one's allowed to give out the address,

and there will be no record of you being here.

So, it's okay. You're safe now.

I'm Jinny.

Welcome, Jinny.

- Alice! - Yes.

- Hi! - Sorry I'm late.

I... Yes, I'm Alice.

I'm so glad you're here! Okay!

Uh, these are my bridesmaids.

- This is Kayla. - Hi.

Shari, Lily, Natalie, and Kayla.

Wait, you're both named Kayla?

And we love each other so much!

Oh, my God, I cannot believe that you're actually here.

They didn't even believe that I had a sister

because they haven't met you yet.

- Right. - So it's kind of a special moment.

- So you're an FBI agent. - Yes.

Do you have, like, a gun on you right now?

Yes. Two.

There's a Glock on my hip and a mini Glock on my leg.

And I could hurt everyone at this table.

- That's so funny! - Oh, my God!

Actually, I'm not going to be able to stay very long at all

because I have a, a date. A first date.

- Okay. - Good for you!

Yeah. He seems really nice.

- Good for you. Good for you. - That's really good.

- Cheers to nice. - Cheers to nice.

- Nice is good. - To nice guys!

- To nice! - To nice!

To nice.

Whoa. I'm sorry. Was that... was that too much?

No, but...

I think I'm done.

You don't wanna fuck?

- Not tonight, I'm sorry. - Oh, man.

Because like you said, like on your profile,

that you wanted to fuck afterwards, so.

Hey.

Do you remember Adrian Murado?

Where are you?

You sound like you're in the woods trying to start a fire.

I'm not doing anything.

I'm eating snacks.

Adrian Murado was an overdose that came through right before I left.

It was the same thing.

He had a girlfriend no one had met.

The scene was cleaned up afterwards.

- Just look it up. - It's midnight.

What kind of snacks you eating?

Um, goldfish?

Forgot how much you love hard copies.

Hey, I like to hold shit in my hands.

Why did they move you over here?

You know how this place is.

After you left, everyone was talking shit.

Lieutenant asked me why you missed those couple days of work,

and I told him the truth.

That it was all Marshall's fault.

It's fine.

Just a fucking desk.

- You gonna eat that? - Please don't eat my fucking sandwich.

You eat like an animal.

Swallow it, for the love of God.

Use a napkin.

- Is that the girlfriend? - Yeah.

From a couple neighbors' security cameras.

She's always hiding her face.

- Anyone ever speak to her? - Yeah.

Here, look.

That's the neighbor's kid.

And...

that's her.

- We gotta talk to that kid. - Obviously. I'm working on it.

She looks so small.

Yeah, I told the lieutenant it might be a woman.

He told me it's bullshit.

Told me now that I got divorced, I must hate women.

Told me I need to get on the apps and learn to fucking love again.

Of course you fucking hate women. What's that got to do with anything?

Adrian Murado...

went to jail in 2012 for a drug charge.

He was dealing drugs out of some bars downtown.

Looks like he found God in prison, got sober,

and then stayed out of trouble for a couple years.

And the neighbors say they saw a woman?

A couple months before he died, neighbors said they saw a woman

going in and out of the house.

Descriptions of her are all over the place

'cause no one really ever met her.

But there's no pictures, there's no video.

He shows up as an overdose and no one thinks twice about him.

And look.

- Scratch marks. - Okay, come on.

- Come on. - No, it can't be the same woman.

Why would she kill an ex-con, and then a year later,

do the same thing to Jay Easton's son?

How are those two guys connected?

They're not even on the same planet.

I give back to New York because New York gave so much to me.

Which is why education is going to be the central focus

of the Easton Family Endowment.

Let's put our hands together

for the recipients of the first-ever Easton Family Endowment Scholarship

for Continuing Education.

Vivica and Tenise, please stand up.

Hi.

Hey. Do you know where Nora Washington is?

She's reviewing CSAM in there.

- I can wait. - She's reviewing child pornography.

I would maybe pick a different time to come down.

- It's fine. - Okay.

We have cheese balls.

- I-If you're hungry. - No.

- Hi, I was wondering if... - Whatever it is, put it in an email.

Actually, I... I don't want to put it in an email,

because this could be relevant to an ongoing homicide investigation.

Oh. You're the ex-cop.

I heard you requested my squad.

Why do you want to work down here?

Why do you want to work in the basement

on sex crimes and crimes against children?

Do you hate yourself?

Don't answer that.

I got an idea. Why don't you go to white collar crimes,

meet your future husband?

I'm not here looking for a husband.

I just need information about Adrian Murado.

I found your 302 from 2010.

You suspected him of trafficking girls.

I think it's possible that one of the girls he trafficked

might have killed him.

Adrian Murado died of an overdose about a year ago,

but the details of his death

are similar to the recent homicide of Caleb Easton.

Both victims have a girlfriend who no one had met,

and both times, the girlfriend disappeared.

So, you think it's the girlfriend,

and you think she's a serial killer.

Oh. You're fucked.

You're not gonna make it out of your probationary period.

We are FBI agents. We're not homicide detectives.

Thanks for stopping by.

You've worked on 273 homicide cases

related to trafficking since you started.

You had one last week.

A girl was beaten to death with a pipe to her face.

You wanna go for a ride? Grab a box.

I thought the baby would change him.

I mean, I thought that he would change. Surprise...

I can't do this.

That's okay.

And I... I can't do it.

- It's just... - Hey.

You can just pretend he's not real.

M-My boyfriend?

Yeah.

You can just pretend none of it really happened.

Is there any way you could help me get an ID so I can look for work?

Yeah. Yeah, uh...

- How long would that take? - Oh, uh...

Um, did you say something about a letter you could write?

Yeah, uh...

but y-you do have to stay here for 60 days first

- before I can... - Oh.

But, uh...

you know, if you tell me you're planning on staying that long,

I can fudge some stuff, if you want.

Okay.

I mean, I don't wanna get you in any trouble.

You saved my life.

Do you have a laptop?

Is there any way I could borrow it?

So, she's always late?

Yeah. And I'm always on time.

You want to be in this squad? This is what it is.

- So what do you want to know? - I know Murado was dealing drugs,

but you questioned him about trafficking girls.

Why didn't the case go forward?

Do you know how hard it is to get a trafficking case to stick?

Our legal system wants everything put in chronological order.

They want a story that makes sense.

But these girls have no idea about dates and times and places.

They've been locked in a hotel room, or massage parlor.

Their IDs have been taken, and they're usually high.

They're in love with the man that did this to them,

which is worse than being high.

And once you take money for sex in this country,

even if you're just a teenager, you're a criminal.

You're less than human, you're a piece of garbage.

So, these girls don't want to talk to me.

They don't trust me.

And they have no housing and no way to make an income.

So, guess what? They go right back to the traffickers.

- And that's what happened with Murado? - I don't know.

- It was 16 years ago. - You don't remember?

The girl that was beaten to death last week,

if I play my cards right, I'm not gonna remember her at all.

♪ All my life ♪

♪ I prayed for someone like you ♪

Do you remember if any of...

♪ I thank God ♪

♪ That I, that I finally found you ♪

Adrian Murado is dead.

He was a bad man.

Maybe he overdosed, maybe he was murdered.

Does it matter?

Yeah, it does. It's our duty to get...

- Who is this? - Hi.

I'm Alice Black. I'm an FBI agent.

Hey, Tina, have you eaten today?

Come on, come get snacks in the trunk.

I'm coming tomorrow at 3 p.m. to pick you up and take you into court.

Fuck that. I... I'm not going.

I told you, I... I thought I saw him.

You are going, and this is what you're going to wear.

I'm not wearing this shit.

Fine, I'll go in there and tell 'em you're a minor.

That's fucked up. You want me to lose my job?

You want this?

Try it. Come here.

FBI, put your hands up!

Yeah. I said, FBI! Put your fucking hands up!

- I got you. - That got me.

We're here to talk about your neighbor, Caleb Easton.

There's a woman in this video...

My son barely spoke to this woman and she's wearing a hospital mask.

I don't know why we have to talk to the police.

Actually, I'm from the FBI.

I... I didn't do anything, Dad.

Don't worry. Let's just talk.

So, I know you were smoking pot on your stoop.

- No, I wasn't... - We aren't going to talk about that.

My dad was a cop, you wouldn't even believe the places I hid smoking pot.

So, you were sitting out on your stoop,

and you saw a woman

walk into your neighbor's house in the middle of the night.

You said you didn't see her face,

but really anything you can tell us would help.

Anything you remember?

Yeah, well, I didn't want to say this earlier,

but she flashed me.

I was just sitting on my stoop,

and she walked around

and fully lifted up her skirt and showed me her vulva.

- Her what? - It's actually the correct terminology.

The, uh, the outside is the vulva, whereas the inside is the vagina.

I'm texting your dad. I don't think that this is...

I have two dads.

Is there anything you can remember about her?

Uh, well, I didn't really see her face,

so I-I didn't notice what she looked like,

'cause I was mainly looking at her vulva.

That makes sense.

She did have a tattoo though.

It was like a... a little red flower.

- Can you draw it? - Uh, yeah.

Is that a poppy?

I don't know shit about flowers.

Why'd you tell him your dad was a cop?

He needed to feel like we were on the same side.

FBI made you a better liar.

Always been a good liar.

Where you been?

I'm actually still helping out the P.D. on the Caleb Easton homicide.

Oh, yeah, no, don't worry about that.

I, uh, I spoke to leadership,

and we feel your time's better spent in the call center.

We're not gonna pursue Caleb Easton.

Oh, who did you speak to?

What does it matter?

Stay in your lane. Do what the bureau needs you to do.

Last call for dinner.

If anyone is still in the sleeping area,

last call for dinner in the cafeteria.

What are you doing here?

- Why do you have that? - I had to confiscate

the drugs that were in the bag.

It's a drug-free facility.

Also, um...

sorry, and... and I have to ask,

who's Oliver Charles?

On my computer looking up some guy, kind of a lot.

Fancy rich lawyer guy you're trying to bag?

Just wondering.

- You're jealous. - No.

I'm just trying to look out for your mental health.

It's my job.

Guess you might need this.

Uh...

The showers are, uh, they're warm again...

- Mm. - Today.

I hope you're not mad at me.

No, I, uh...

You are so beautiful.

You think so?

I... I have a girlfriend.

That's nice.

Pen. W4.

Okay.

Jinny, do you have any issues with raw beef?

No. I love it.

Oh, what's this?

I forgot what it's called.

Hm.

Well, I'll take one anyway.

I'm Jinny.

I'm Oliver.

Hello, who is this?

Yeah, this is her.

Who called you?

Uh, the blazer I gave her,

my card was in the pocket.

How is she?

She's not breathing on her own.

I didn't realize she was 15.

She was a trafficker.

Every new girl she brought in meant she had to work less herself.

That's how I got her to talk. I told her we'd prosecute her.

What's that smell?

Tequila.

I'm drunk.

I got this place after the divorce.

I was married to my wife for 14 years,

and then I was just like, I gotta get out,

'cause she was just talking and talking.

I mean, I literally thought if I hear one more word out of her fucking mouth,

I'm gonna expire.

Like, listening to her talk was gonna actually fucking kill me.

And you know, yeah, I had a sex addiction,

but, I mean, she knew that going in.

She acted like I was a monster.

Where are you from?

- Guess. - I don't know.

Um, Ohio or something.

How did you know?

You're so real.

What do... what do you want to do?

Uh, I want to be a nurse, I think.

My wife never had to work for anything.

I had to work, so I did. You know, I put in the hours.

I think I'm building something, you know,

but then I'm just, like, part of this machine.

And I just... it's like, I want to feel alive again.

Hang on.

- So, I le... I left her. - Mm-hmm.

And, um, I started doing more pro bono work.

Uh, I do a lot of international education stuff with girls.

- Mm! - That's helped me sort of feel

like a human being again.

'Cause that... a big thing is I haven't...

It's like I... I can't feel anything anymore.

I feel everything.

I wanna touch you and fuck you.

Is that okay? Is that okay to say?

Yeah.

Um, give me... I'll be... give me one second.

I'm just... I'm gonna get an NDA.

Here you go, um, take a look, I guess, and...

Honestly, they're a good thing. You'll be glad that we have it, too.

♪ Baby, can you understand me now ♪

♪ Sometimes I feel a little mad ♪

What does this say?

To... uh, that you consent to having sex with me.

- You do, right? - Yeah.

Thank you.

♪ I'm just a soul whose intentions are good ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood ♪

This part.

Here.

This is what I had on Adrian Murado.

Female serial killers, for the most part, know their victims.

They usually kill for power, control, money.

It's evolution.

- Are you nervous? - How did you know?

I feel like I just get you.

I can't get naked...

while you're watching.

Could you close your eyes?

Okay.

- Your room is so big. - Mm.

Obviously, any woman who becomes a serial killer

is the victim of something but

lots of women have terrible lives,

and not all of them start to kill.

So, why does someone start to murder people?

Hey, where'd you go?

- Jinny? - I'm here.

I want you...

so bad.

Fuck! Hey.

Don't do that again.

I'm sorry.

I'm really nervous.

You know the story of Medusa?

With snakes in her hair?

Her hair is snakes.

She's so ugly, she kills men with one look.

And you know how she got that way?

She got raped by Poseidon.

How do you know that?

Because I'm not a former cop.

I went to a fancy school, and I'm very smart.

Okay, fuck you.

The god of the ocean rapes her in Athena's temple,

but Athena decides that's Medusa's fault,

and turns all her beautiful golden hair into snakes.

She's a victim.

But it doesn't make her a good person.

Sorry.

It turns her into a monster.

No.

I liked it.

Do it again.

Do anything you want to me.

Juries want to believe

that women who are victims of violence are all good people

but in my experience, being a victim of violence

just makes you colder, more calculating.

Victims of violence are the most violent.

Don't you think so?

I looked you up.

You were in this hospital a year ago.

Your cop boyfriend knock you around a little?

Is that why you left the police? Needed to heal your pain?

Yikes.

Sorry. Too soon.

Yeah, well, we all have something.

That's what I'm saying, that's the world that makes sense.

Women are supposed to be hit and raped,

and go away and die quietly, not start murdering people.

Everyone likes it when there's a sweet little woman

lying on the floor naked and cut up in pieces.

I get so fucking angry.

It doesn't matter.

Anything you do, the ones who are really to blame

don't get caught. Never.

Never.

You think you're ever gonna catch anyone who matters?

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie.

Kissed the girls and made them cry.

When the boys came out to play...

Georgie Porgie ran away.

Got you.