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Clarice:
Thanks to the Metro Police

and the ViCAP Task Force,
we got the guy.

And they were not random victims
of a serial killer.

We both know he was
hired by someone,

but the only thing connecting
him to the murders is you.

We need
your testimony, Rebecca.

Those women
need your testimony.

No. I can't.

If you're scared, we can put you
into protective custo--

Put them in custody.

Whoever hired him.

You take your deal
up your ass.

I don't need your deal.

He is not scared of us.

This is Wellig's lawyer.

I want to see him. Now.

Clarice:
Tell us who it was.

Who told you to do
something like this?

Who told you to desecrate
their bodies?[ Tab pops, liquid fizzing ]

Who hired you?

It's --

Wellig?

Hulllll...

[ Grunting ]

Krendler: The lab found
something on the can.

Methyl iodide.

Wellig was murdered

in our own home.

This is gonna get
very ugly.

But you were right to stay
on this conspiracy track.

Let's see where it goes.

[ Panting echoes ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Herman:
Let me get this straight.

ViCAP brings a material witness
in a serial murder

to Buzzard's Point.

Paul Krendler then lets
a fake police officer

transfer a soda can
laced with an unknown substance

into the interrogation room,

causing the witness to stroke
and die.

♪♪

The Special Agent in Charge
has appointed me

to sort out what or who enabled
this colossal blunder.

♪♪

I'd imagine that the Office
of Professional Responsibility's

lack of involvement
means that the Bureau

recognizes that
Karl Wellig's death was...

♪♪

[ Creaking ]

♪♪

...unforeseen.

No one's looking to
throw blame around.

I just, uh, well,
have a few questions.

How does this happen?!

How does a suspect get murdered
in an FBI field office?!

You gave him the soda.

The only link in
the chain of custody

on that soda can
is you.

A cop brought it up
with lunch --

or someone dressed as a cop.Mm.

Look, he was a pro --
a hitman.

And you were chasing the lawyer,
not the hitman.

Why was that, exactly?

We hadn't yet identified
the cop as a suspect.

I thought this ViCAP team
was anointed.

You catch killers.

I thought that was
your whole thing.

Tony, don't be a dick.

You and Krendler
came up together.

Why are you making
such a meal of it?

Murray, what is
the first rule,

the rule they taught us
the first day of Quantico?

"Don't embarrass
the Bureau."

How well do you know
Paul Krendler?

I'm told you two have
some...history?

♪♪

We met during
the Buffalo Bill investigation.

When Ruth Martin was
still a senator.

He was working in
her office at the time,

assigned specifically
to her.

I heard that, uh,
on a search of

Catherine Martin's
apartment,

you found something
Krendler missed,

right in front
of Ruth Martin.

And you got to Buffalo Bill
first, too, didn't you?

Well, we got him, sir.
That's what matters.

I'm not sure that's the way
Krendler sees it.

I think that's
why he holds you back.

And...the way I see it,
you shouldn't be held back.

♪♪

Clarke: Look at that petty
little bureaucrat.

Tony's so predictable.

He's trying to trip her up.

♪♪

You gonna eat that?

♪♪

I don't appreciate his boys
going through my stuff.

Just let it play out.

Have a doughnut, Murray.This is a witch hunt.

Herman's had it out for ViCAP
ever since we were announced.

Tripathi: So has the whole
Bureau, in a way.

Nobody likes that
the AG can just swoop in

and form a new team.

And cherry-pick it with
"skirts" and "beaners."

Herman's white-boy mafia.
It's no secret.

Herman's Bureau.
We're all Bureau. Same team.

Clarke: No.
Herman is on Team Douche.

Five minutes into
the investigation,

he's already moved in
to your office.

I'm not on Team Douche.You're on Team Poetry.

Wellig died in our home,
on our watch.

We've earned the heat.
We can take it.

You stop making
yourself nuts.

You did everything
by the book.

Top of yesterday's
interrogation,

Krendler seems hell-bent
on getting Wellig to confess

to being a deranged
serial killer.

Why was that?

There were multiple victims
killed in a ritualistic manner.

But you never bought into
that theory.

Wellig's background doesn't
suggest it at all,

and a simple BSU analysis
would have revealed that.

Were you consulted?

Yes.

Then why was the
serial-killer angle pursued

and not
the conspiracy angle?

I wonder if you don't feel
sometimes that politics

is the only reason
you're here.

I want you to know
that the Bureau is proud

that you're here.

We're not gonna let you go down
in flames with Krendler.

We'll protect you.

Respectfully, sir, I didn't
ask for your protection.

You know,
there's a version of this

where you come work with me
in Violent Crimes.

You work cases the way you like,
the right way, without --

well, without
being a show pony.

[ Panting echoes ]

I protect what's
valuable, Starling.

But if I'm gonna protect you,
you've got to talk to me.

Is there anything in
Krendler's conduct yesterday

or any time you've
been working with him

that would help me
in this investigation?

[ Fan blades creaking,
clicking ]

Eddie: We haven't really
found anything yet,

other than Clarke's gigantic
stack of sad pornography.

Leave that be.

Should they be talking?

Learn to walk softly,
Eddie.

Where's Ardelia Mapp?

Heading up, but --

I need her specifically to
walk through my door.

Make sure Starling sees.

Well, he wasn't
very interested

in how
Karl Wellig got killed.

Are you gonna
ask a question?

Esquivel:
I'm a mutt, okay?

Cuban, Brazilian,
and Italian.

Two shrugs and a eyebrow is
an entire conversation.

He wants to throw you
under the bus.

Son of a bitch.

What happened to Wellig
happened on my watch.

This is supposed to be
on me.

Cooperate, all of you.

You're all confined
to desk duty.

He'll call you in
for additional questions later.

Until then, cover
the complaint lines.

Complaint lines?
Son of a bitch.

[ Breathes sharply ]

[ Door opens ]

Mapp: Sir,
you asked to see me?

Agent Mapp, have a seat.

♪♪

Hey, I'm investigating
ViCAP.

Herman ordered me
to find out who authorized

the hitman's entry
into the building.

Does he know we're roommates?He knew.

I told him it had to be
by the book or to count me out.

Oh, thanks.

It's not for you.
It's for me.

Yeah, I know.
I'm sorry.

It's just --
We've never been here before.

This is the first time
Herman's even said my name

since
I got put on cold cases

instead of field work
in his division.

It's such crap.
We came in at the same time.

I have to
see this through.

Look, Herman
did say that if...

Man: Ladies.

...I "decide" there's anything
he needs to know about Krendler,

that he'd want me to work cases
in his division.

Just like that, huh?

But I don't think
I should trust him

unless you think I should.

You can't talk
to me about Krendler

while he's under
an investi--

You're speaking to me
like a roommate

about a case
I'm investigating.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I shouldn--

That compromises me.

I would never have
compromised you.

♪♪

♪ There's power in the blood

♪ In the precious blood
of the Lamb ♪

♪♪

[ Sirens wailing ]

♪♪

[ Telephone rings,
receiver clicks ]

[ Sighs ]
FBI. Can I help you?

Woman: My neighbor has been
acting very suspicious lately.

Ma'am, can you slow down?

Man: I'm telling you, man,
it was in the news last month.

Yeah. You're not listening.

I saw something in the sky,
looked like a spaceship.

It might be aliens!

[ Door opens ]

Just sitting there.
Is he in the mob?

Hi. Gentlemen,
thank you for waiting.Agent.

[ Telephones ringing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

[ Drawer slides shut ]

♪♪

Tripathi: Taking your
personal car?

Where we
sneakin' off to?

Whoever killed Wellig,
they're professionals.

The only way ViCAP makes
it out of this intact

is if we find them and solve
the river murders.

I gave him whatever
killed him, all right?

This is on me.

This is not about you.

It's about
three dead women.

I can't live with
any of it, okay?

And I'm not gonna sit there
and answer the complaint line

while the whole team
falls apart.

Yes, which is why Clarke's gonna
do it and cover for us.

I understand that one of you
is a sociopath whisperer

and one of you's a sharpshooter,
but you might want someone

with 10 years in the Bureau
to ride shotgun.

We can divide and conquer.

We found the uniform that
the fake cop ditched.

I can run that down.

Okay.
And I'll ride with Starling.

But -- What?

He's, uh, really giving
himself a lot of grief.

Yeah. It makes sense.

When a sniper'd grieve,
they'd grieve harder than most.

Are you sure you wouldn't
be more comfortable maybe --

No, I love this
rattling death trap.

Where to?

Baltimore Herald.

Rebecca Clark-Sherman's
boss.

Her research almost
got her killed.

Now, on a scale
of 1 to 10,

what do you think the chances
are of us making it?

I mean, alive.

♪♪

Agent Haynes?

Security, right?Mm-hmm.

Would you please walk me
through yesterday's

security logs
and CCTV footage surrounding

Karl Welling's interview?

Is this about
the ViCAP thing?

Need to know only.

Okay.

Clarice: Have you heard
from Rebecca, Mr. Tyree?

She called me
this morning.

How is she?

Still pretty shaken,
but hanging in.

Did she say
where she was?

She said someplace safe.
That's all I got.

She sounded scared.

It'll be easier to
protect her if we know

who's coming after her.

Sir, I'd like your permission to
look through her office.

I can't let you in there
without a warrant.

Sir, I'm after the truth,
like she is.

I appreciate that.
I do.

But not as much as I appreciate
the First Amendment.

Will you let me know
if she contacts you again?

[ Sighs ]

Tripathi: I just want to make
sure Rebecca's safe

and we're following
any leads that we can.

Woman: Those women they found in
the river, from the news?

Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, we are
federal law enforcement.

For us to get involved,
your boyfriend would have to

take your stolen panties
across state lines.

Woman: It ain't right.
I mean, he's crazy.

No, I -- I-I agree.

He's -- He's a pervert,
but I...

Please hold.

What?

Where are they?

Somewhere near
Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

It's a situation.
No.

Your team.

Oh.

I don't know.

Bathroom, maybe?

I mean, who the hell
knows what

Esquivel and Tripathi
eat for lunch every day?

And it's not my turn to track
Starling's cycle.

Do you know how much hell
they're in if they're gone?

Oh, you mean how much
hell you'rein.

That's -- That's not --

Eddie, I got some
control-top panties.

They're making their way
up to Canada.

It really needs
my full attention.

♪♪

[ Drawer slides open ]

♪♪

Tripathi: What did Mr. Tyree
have to say?

Clarice:
Not much, like you said.

Trash bin.

Copy lady showed me.

People always leave stuff
in copiers.

Rebecca was looking for
a Dr. Marilyn Felker,

who was the Lead Physician of
the Lockyer Labs clinical trials

the whistleblowers
were in.

We should go see her,

find out what they told
Rebecca Clark-Sherman.

Hey, how was your meeting
with Herman?

What did he say to you?[ Seat belt clicks ]

He has real problems
with the way

Krendler conducted
our investigation.

So, what did he offer you
to help prove

that Krendler
mishandled it?

You're not asking me
what he offered.

You're asking
if I accepted.

Three women were murdered.
That I do not accept.

I will never accept.

Yeah, neither will I.
Neither will Krendler.

You should trust that.

All due respect,
ever since I got here,

I've heard a lot about
what I should trust.

Krendler was wrong.

Whether he really believed
Wellig was a serial killer

or because he was being
a soldier for the AG...Whoa, slow down. The --

...or whether he's still sore
from me showing him up

on Buffalo Bill,
the chances of this being

a conspiracy were real,
and no one said a thing but me.

And do not tell me to slow down.
You catch up.

♪♪

I'm sorry.

It's okay.
It's complicated.

[ Scoffs lightly ]

I hear
that one a lot, too.

♪♪

[ Candy rattling ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Krendler:
How do you like my office?

It's stale in here.

Remember back
in Organized Crime, Tony,

when we got
Jerry the Jeweler?

The names on those guys.

We took him out for mai tais

and procured him oral sex
from a prostitute.

Jerry was about
to go up for 25.

I did him a solid.

What did you do?

It's not how the Bureau
does business.

It bought us goodwill
with Jerry's guys.

That got us a great CI
who gave us information

that led you to three
RICO collars and a promotion.

Hmm? I got
suspended without pay.

Oh, you've always
been okay letting

other people
do your dirty work.

There shouldn't be
any dirty work.

Maintaining the integrity
of the Bureau is my job.

Okay.

If you need to get me
canned, fine.

Three women are dead, Tony.

They were murdered
by a professional hitman.

When Starling first
floated this insane idea,

I didn't believe it.

But since then,
he was poisoned

by other
professional hitmen.

In front of my agents.

Mm.

Now, however this goes down,

Ruth Martin's gonna need
someone's head.

What are we doing here?

Let's bring these
guys down, Tony.

Wellig died on your watch,
and you're worried

about an unsubstantiated
conspiracy?

Your priorities were
always ass backwards.

You know the sad part?

You've got good agents
on your squad.

Let's hope she doesn't sacrifice
a real agent to save you.

No.

The sad part is you've been
behind a desk so long,

I don't think you have any idea
what a good agent is anymore.

To be clear, Paul,
I'm taking you down for this.

I think we're done here.

Tripathi: Hello. I'm looking
for employment records

for a doctor located
in Washington, D.C. -- Felker.

Clarice: Good afternoon. This is
Agent Starling with the FBI.

I'm calling for
a Dr. Marilyn Felker.

F-e-l-k-e-r.

[ Clicks tongue ]
Inspector Gadget's coming.

Sure, I can hold.

Where's Esquivel?

Oh, no, no,
I'm still here.

So, uh, James Hoffa
is in your crawlspace?

Now, does
he have a pulse?

He -- He has
the Lindbergh baby?

That's great news.

Hi.

Tripathi: Search everything
1985 onwards.American Medical Association,
Dr. Marilyn Felker.

Yes, a phone number
would be great.

That's Felker,
F-e-l-k-e-r.

First name Marilyn.

Security-camera footage
from the dry cleaner

where the Baltimore cops go.

That uniform was
not stolen from the station.

-Okay. Thank you.
-We should get hazard pay

for going in any facility that
handles BPD dirty laundry.

Hello. Yes, I'm looking for
Marilyn Felker.

You're listed as one
of her former employers.

August 1988?

Wait. A-Are you sure that
list is current?

[ Snaps fingers ]
Uh-huh.

Found the name
of the doctor that was running

the bad clinical trial.

Okay, so, you're certain
that Dr. Marilyn Felker's

medical license
was revoked?

Five years ago?

Okay.

Okay. Thank you.

[ Receiver clicks ]What?

"Failure to meet
the standard of care."

You got to really screw up
to get your license revoked.

My uncle had stomach problems
'cause his surgeon dropped

a cigarette lighter
in his abdomen.

The doctor's still working.

And how was Felker
able to practice medicine

without a license?

[ Sighs ] Well, doctors are
licensed state-by-state.

I guess your more
dicier hospitals

don't always
do background checks.

[ Telephone ringing,
receiver clicks ]

Agent Starling.

Woman: Hi. I got
a message saying that

you're looking for
Marilyn Felker?

Mm-hmm.

I, um -- I'm her sister,
Luanne Felker.

Is -- Is Marilyn okay?

Haynes:
I heard Herman's tough.

You must have made
an impression

to be chosen
for this investigation.

You could say that.

Five cops were logged in
when BPD arrived

with Wellig yesterday.

♪♪

Our guy here definitely
isn't one of them.

Was there a big group that
came in around the same time?

Mm.

[ Video fast-forwarding ]

♪♪

Whoa, whoa.

What is that?

Retirement party --
Dewey from Counterintelligence.

That's our sketchy lawyer
with the mustache.

And -- let me see --

right next to him in a suit --
boom! --

that's our cop.

He must have his uniform
in that bag.

You're on fire, Mapp.

[ Chuckles ] 11:43 a.m.

To be in the building,
he had to sign in somehow?

Used
a government-issued I.D.

No one gets in or out
without I.D.

Dewey was popular.

We can break it down,
sort by age, gender, height.

An I.D. that didn't match
the visitor

would have
raised flags, right?

What? What's wrong?

Someone went
into the system.

Someone with
supervisor clearances.

Just now? Who?

Paul Krendler?

What?
He's changing the logs?

He'sclaiming
the authorization.

He's bringing it down
on himself.

Who logged them in before?

I don't know.
It's gone.

He just saved
someone's ass.

He just tampered
with evidence.

Clarice: It's a care facility
for people in comas.

This place is the stuff
of my nightmares.

Persistent
vegetative state.

"Persistent."

Some of these people have been
in here for years.

Like Terri Schiavo.

For real, Starling,
just smother me

with a pillow
after two weeks.

Woman:
Woodhaven Care Center.

I'm sorry.
She's unavailable.

Luanne: Agent Starling?

Yes.

Sorry, lean staff.

I had to wait for
the other nurse

to get back from break.

Uh, we wanted to talk to you
about your sister.

Marilyn and I haven't spoken
in a few years now.

You both work
in medicine?

I'm not sure
Marilyn would agree.

Well, to her,
nursing is mundane.

She always believed
in pushing boundaries,

and I take care of patients
who are, well, in comas.

Well, sounds like you have
different perspectives.

You're a caretaker,

where she sees herself
as more of a...pioneer.

Does that sound
about right?

Not far off.

We may be twins,
but Marilyn was always...

more,
if that makes sense.

Do you have any idea
where she might be?

Last I heard, she was
running a trial in Ghana.

We're still
looking for her.

What did she do?

Well, at this time, she isn't
being accused of anything.

We'd just like to find her so
we can ask her some questions.

Well, I'm the last person
she'd ever confide in, so...

Why is that?

I've never understood.

But if you do, can you please
let me know, okay?

Find her.

Of course.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Telephone ringing
in distance ]

Got 'em?

Dan Willis
and Mike Diaz.

The lawyer
and the fake cop.

Mm.
I always get 'em.

Uh...

Mm.

Uh...oh.

Uh, I wanted to ask you,
Friday night if you're free --

Ohh.

I have to
stop you there.

I'm not here
to socialize.

Let's not mix business
with...nonsense.

I'm sorry.

It's just how I like to,
you know -- how I --

No, no, no, no, no.
It's, uh --

I'm just trying to say this
without embarrassing you.

Have you heard about
the Black Coalition?

Oh. Yes, I have.

Mm.The answer's still no.

Thank you.

I respect deeply
what the Coalition is doing,

but it's not for me.

You aren't interested
in your future?

You'd have to fight for it,
you know?

No one can do it alone.

I want to get to a place where
I'm not fighting the system --

I'm building a new one.

Can you? From inside?

"The master's tools --"

"Will never dismantle
the master's house."

Audre Lorde, 1984.

I only make informed
decisions, Agent.

Cold Cases where
you want to be?

I'll make more opportunities
in the field.

I'll makethem.

How many times have
you requested a transfer?

I've been working
Security seven years.

I have
a master's in biology.

Every year I put in
for a transfer

to anyplace
for a different detail.

The Bureau picks who
they wanna shine a light on,

and it's not people
who look like us.

I need to
get back to work.

♪♪

You friend Clarice --

Bureau decided
to shine a light on her,

and overnight she's a star.

Maybe you missed that,
being inside and all.

♪♪

Luanne constructed
her life scheme

entirely relative
to her sister.

Marilyn might've
done the same.

That's a thing
with twins.

Yeah, well, that dynamic --

"whoever I am, I'm sure
not you" -- never ends well.

Couple that with
a similar life calling,

and it's a recipe
for a Greek tragedy.

Are we profiling
Felker?

You don't want to know
what drives her?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

You should get what
drives Krendler.

He's a protector.
He needs to protect his team.

Yeah, well, he's never
wanted me on his team.

Look, you were a trainee

when they put you
on Buffalo Bill.

I get that can make
a person feel valued.

But they didn't do you
a favor

when they threw you
to the cannibal

and then
patted you on the back

when you made it
back alive.

Krendler never would've
done that to you.

In fact, he hated
that they did that to you.

[ Fax machine whirring ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Telephone ringing
in distance ]

He looks so regular.

This guy --

our phony cop swiped the uniform
from the dry cleaner's,

and then he went ahead
and used the ATM.

Clarke: We got
a Social and a name.

Mike Diaz died in '76,
of course,

but still managed to open
a bank account last week.

Phony address with a phony
driver's license to match.

Proof that he was a pro.
I love when you detect, Murray.

Yeah,
you should try it sometime.

Tracking these pros down
is always a pain in the ass.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

Starling.
Sir.

Got a call
from your therapist.

Ah. I'm sorry, sir.

I wanted to be
the one to tell you.

Therapy is a condition
of you being a part of ViCAP.

Yes, sir.

I have a list
of approved therapists,

and I will pick one.

Seems fair.

Thank you, sir.

[ Sighs ]
Sir, I was wondering...

why is Agent Herman conducting
these interviews?

He has his own squad.

The two of you
are the same rank.

The Bureau, Starling.

The hierarchy of the Bureau is
as Byzantine as you can imagine.

And there are
a lot of initials.

Herman's there because
our boss wanted him there.

Sir --We were at Quantico together.

Herman and I.

I got a lot of opportunities
that he didn't.

So, now he's trying
to destroy ViCAP.

Well, that
or make us ineffectual.

Take our best agents
for his squad.

I'm sure
he offered you an out.

People find a way
to heal old wounds.

Even if it's
the wrong way, Sir?

You speaking
about Herman...

or me and you?

♪♪

I've been hard on you
since you joined ViCAP.

But not because you found Bill
before we did --

I did.

But because when you found him,
no one knew where you were.

You didn't call it in
until after it was done.

You had no backup,
no experience,

and barely any training.

Sir, I wasn't
just gonna let her --

Youweren't
going to let her.

Youcould have died.

Other agents could have died
looking for you.

The hardest part of this job

is learning that
it is not about you.

♪♪

[ Scoffs lightly ]

Maybe I am out.

Maybe you'll help Herman
get me out.

♪♪

Make your decision...

but make it
about the team.

♪♪

Take care of your own.

♪♪

[ Seagulls crying ]

[ Footsteps ]

Mapp: You aren't bleeding
'cause I don't see blood.

You better have a good reason
for paging me "911."

What's going on?

Wellig's killer was using
the alias "Mike Diaz."

What are you doing?
Stop!

I can't give this
to Krendler.

I'm supposed to be
on the phones.

I told you -- we can't
talk about this.

And I can't give it
to Herman

because he's just
gonna jam it up

and use it
to make Krendler look bad,

and these women are still
waiting for us

to take care of them.You think I don't know that?

We've been in
the Diaz account.

There is a payment
from a shell company

that belongs
to Marilyn Felker.

Marilyn.

It's the doctor who oversaw
the clinical trials

that the whistleblowers
were in.

We pulled an address
for Felker --
Stop.

I already had Diaz
and his partner.

Did you have Felker?I don't have a whole team
at my disposal.

I've been working
my butt off.

And if anyone knew you
tried to feed me these names,

it would all
go up in smoke.

I don't need
a leg up from you.

I'm not trying to
give you a leg --

I've been telling you
that you're messing with

the one opportunity I've had,
and you won't listen.

You won't listen because
opportunity's

like nothing to you.

This one goes,
another one'll come.

This morning
my boss offered you

what I've been fighting for
since I graduated Quantico.

Alright, I get it.You don't.

I am just trying to find out
who killed these whistleblowers,

to find out
how deep this goes.

Do you think
you're entitled

to jeopardize
the one opportunity I have

because you're
"just trying"?

Because it means so much
to you and not me?

Your feelings don't
outweigh my ability

to perform as an agent.

What matters here
is the victims.

You need
to stop saying that

like I'm not fighting
for them, as well.

♪♪

I love you, but who do you think
you're talking to?

I don't want
your investigation.

I have my own.

If you try to talk to me
about this again,

I'll be forced to add this to
Herman's investigation of ViCAP.

I have to go.

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[ Pounding on door ]Esquivel: Marilyn Felker! FBI!

We have a warrant!
Open the door!

♪♪

Clear!

Clear!

♪♪

Clear!

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Tripathi: Doesn't look
like she's home.

Mapp: Mike Diaz and Dan Willis
snuck in as attendees

for a retirement party.

That's how
they got to Wellig, sir.

We have names,
financial documents,

clear photos
of the killers, and...

Spit it out.

Paul Krendler tampered
with evidence, sir.

He went into the system
and changed the logs

to say that
he personally signed in

all the Baltimore Police
Officers and vetted them.

Whether he's protecting himself
or someone else,

he stepped over the line.

Thank you.

Give all your notes
and evidence to Eddie.

He'll wrap it up.

Sir, I put
all this together.

This is my case.

You did a hard thing today,
Agent Mapp.

We're taking ViCAP down,
and the Bureau won't forget it.

Mm.

[ Telephone dialing ]

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What do you think?

This one's crooked.

Everything else
is ordered...

perfect.

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♪♪

It's the women Wellig killed
and Rebecca Clark-Sherman.

[ Paper rustling ]

♪♪

Tripathi:
Guys, check this out!

♪♪

Methyl iodide. The chemical
neurotoxin used to kill Wellig.

Just like that, huh?

Sometimes.

[ Camera whirring ]

[ Shutter clicking echoes ]

♪♪

[ Woman vocalizing ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Flash bulb whirs, pops ]

Tripathi.

♪♪

[ Shutter clicks ]

[ Flash bulb whirring,
clicks echo ]

♪♪

That was Clarke.
We got to head back.

They're shutting down ViCAP.
Krendler's out.

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Wellig got killed
on your watch,

and you tampered
with the logs.

You think the rules
don't apply to you.

And by the looks of it,
your team shares your sentiment.

When I heard you quit drinking,
I was glad.

I never believed
you were a man of character.

And I never believed
you loved the work.

You're not a cop, Tony.
You're a bureaucrat.

And a prick.

The only thing
you ever wanted

was a desk
bigger than your last one,

and now, seven years from
retirement, this is your story.

Tony Herman,
the alpha dog of Violent Crime,

who never
leaves the building.

What's happening?

Krendler
changed the logs.

He took the hit
for logging in the cops.

But Ilogged it.
It wasn't him. It was me.

Hey, hey.
He's going down alone.

It's how you'll want it
when it's you.

[ Cellphone rings ]

♪♪

What?

♪♪

What?

♪♪

Right.

♪♪

[ Cellphone clicks shut ]

♪♪

According to the coroner,

Wellig died of a stroke.

Only trace amounts
of methyl iodide.

Not enough to kill him.

Official?

Official.

[ Scoffs ] What?
So, we're cleared?

But it wasn't a stroke.

Who did this?Someone with a lot of juice.

A hell of a lot of juice.

Yeah.

♪♪

Hey.
Hey.

I thought Wellig
was a little young for a stroke.

We both know
he was poisoned.

Yeah. So how come the autopsy
says natural causes?

Means ViCAP's off the hook.

So that's good...
I guess.

You're asking if it's me that
changed the coroner's report?

I'm asking if it was Santa.

He futzed with the logs earlier
to protect Esquivel.

[ Sighs ] They were setting up
Esquivel to take the fall.

Hm.

I've been Santa once or twice.
You know that.

Doctoring a visitor's log
is one thing.

Falsifying cause of death,
even for the squad...

I didn't have anything
to do with that.

Someone else got to the coroner.
Someone with power.

You know what scares
the hell out of me, Murray?

Is that it wasn't me.

That I have no idea.

That whoever
changed that report

also had the reach
to walk through our door

and kill a protected suspect
with a can of soda.

[ Sighs ]

Someone wants us to stop looking
at these murders,

and we are in the dark.

♪♪

Woman: Can you continue to hold
for Customs?

Yes, I can still hold.

Hey, Clarke and Esquivel
went for a beer.

You want to...

This is me celebrating.

Hey, um, can I
run something by you?

What led us to Marilyn's house
was Mike Diaz.

Now, we know he's a ghost,
but his name is everywhere --

the ATM transaction,
security logs,

even at Marilyn's house.

And say she left town
in a panic --

which I don't buy --

why leave incriminating
evidence behind?

She's meticulous.

Everything's like the wounds
on the River Murder Victims --

deliberate, self-conscious.

♪♪

You ever heard of
diminishing returns?

See you in the morning.

♪♪

Customs official:
Agent Starling?

Yes, I'm still here.

Dr. Felker
purchased a ticket

to Buenos Aires
three days ago,

but she never
boarded the flight.

Okay. Thank you.

You're welcome.

[ Receiver clicks ]

♪♪

[ Knock on door ]

Hey.

Hey.

Um...

Marilyn Felker purchased
a flight to Buenos Aires

that she never boarded.

She could still be in the
country, and I thought that...

um, maybe,

since ViCAP isn't under
investigation anymore, that --

I heard.

You think Herman was using me
to get to you.

I think he was using us
to get to Krendler.

I'm so sorry.
He's not a good man.

I aced all our exams at Quantico
except for one.

One.
I got a 50 on PT.

I was a star at Moot Court.
Graduated second in our class.

Do you think
this is any different

from what it was like
at the Academy?

Do you think I didn't expect to
be working in a storage closet?

♪♪

Hmm?

♪♪

I think
Ididn't expect it.

What's breaking my heart
is that you really believe

your feelings, your outrage,
suddenly makes it all real.

♪♪

[ Voice breaking ]
Ardelia, you are the only...

♪♪

[ Sniffles ]
I let you down.

♪♪

[ Sniffles ] Real bad.

[ Chuckles, sniffles ]

♪♪

What can I do?

The work.

♪♪

I will.
[ Sniffles ]

I'll learn.

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Luanne?

Agent Starling.

[ Chuckles ]
It's usually just me here,

so you gave me a little hop.

Sorry.
No one was at the front desk.

Just a quick question --

Does your sister know anyone
in Buenos Aires?

I'm not sure.
I-Is that where she is?

Does Buenos Aires ring
any sort of bells?

[ Alert chiming ]

Excuse me.
I have to change out an IV.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

[ Monitor beeping ]

[ Respirator hissing ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Luanne: We may be twins,
but Marilyn was always...

more,
if that makes sense.

[ Beeping, hissing continue ]

I'm FBI.

Who...

[ Door opens ][ Gasps ]

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