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Well, did you try Elisa?

I put her number
in our contact sheet.

Nope, nope.
It's okay.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you.
Thank you.

- Morning.
- Hey.

What's with the bagels?

New guy starts today.

A little tradition I have.

You already found
a replacement for Ivan?

- Yep.
- A new replacement.

- That was fast.
- Didn't feel like it.

I had 38 applications
and half a dozen phone calls

from people putting in
a good word, but it's done.

His name is Ray Cannon,
good guy.

Needs a little seasoning, but
I think you're gonna like him.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah.

I kind of have a situation here.

My daughter threw up at school,
my nanny

is not answering her cell,
and my wife's in court.

You mind if I step out
for a minute?

- No problem.
- I won't take long.

My nanny is probably
just feeding the baby, and...

Sheryll, it's fine. Go.

I'll save you a pumpernickel
with a schmear.

- Thanks.
- I'll be back soon.

Okay.

- Listen to me.
- This is a terrible idea.

He's been in there too long.

Someone's gonna see you.

They just left the restaurant.

I can't believe
you followed him here.

Please don't do this.

- Just go.
- Get out of there.

I am not stopping.

- You have to.
- You're in control.

You don't have to do
what he says.

I said no!

Can I help you?

I'm sorry, I...

- Thanks for making the run.
- Sure.

- I'll see you in there, okay?
- Okay.

♪

Damn weirdo.

What the hell?

- Marion, no!
- No, no, no!

Aah!

♪

- Kristin.
- Welcome.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah, likewise.

- Hey.
- Everybody, meet Ray,

- the bright future of the FBI.
- Indeed.

- He tell you his story yet?
- I just walked in.

- Wait till you hear this.
- Born and raised in New Orleans.

Started with their PD
when he was 19

but smart enough
to go to night school

and get a college degree.

Seven years patrol,
four as a junior detective.

And last year,
graduated Quantico

at the top of his class.

Been chomping at the bit
behind the desk

with Violent Crimes
in Albany ever since.

I leave anything out?

I play stride piano.

And I won state senior year,
all-district MVP.

On the badminton team.

- No football.
- Oh, right.

- He's messing with you.
- Yeah, he does that.

Anyway, the bagels
are gonna have to wait

'cause a case just came in.

Should we wait for Sheryll?

- She had a personal thing.
- We're just gonna go.

Okay.

48 minutes ago,
in Murfreesboro, Tennessee,

unknown subject opens the door
to the local IRS office,

tosses a bomb inside,
and flees the scene.

Deceased victim, Marion Meeks.

Senior agent.

Married father of two
based out of Nashville.

What was he doing
in Murfreesboro?

He had business there.

Just finished breakfast

with this woman,
Martha Danzette.

Works full-time
at the Murfreesboro office.

She's pretty freaked out
because if Meeks hadn't

asked her to run
get office supplies,

she'd be inside too.

Instead, she was
still in her car.

Saw the whole thing.

Anything on who we're chasing?

Video's not helpful,
but according to Martha,

white male, late 20s, early 30s,

wearing a hat
and some kind of army jacket.

She saw him with a backpack
talking on his phone

in the parking lot
before Meeks went inside.

- Could be a racial thing.
- Mm-hmm.

Or a taxpayer pissed off
with some kind of axe to grind.

That's what Treasury's
worried about,

that their agents were targeted.

They've put all offices
on high alert.

Well, yeah, a young white male,

rage issues with the government.

- I'd say that's a concern.
- All right.

Jet's waiting.
Let's get to Nashville.

Kristin,
you take Meeks' workplace.

Hana, you've got
the crime scene.

Ray and I will go
and talk to his wife.

- Hey, sorry.
- What did I miss?

We've got a fugitive
in Tennessee.

- Okay.
- You're the new guy?

- Ray Cannon.
- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.
- Pair up with Kristin.

She'll brief you on the way.
Let's roll.

He's really
getting straight to it.

Yeah.

I knew something was wrong

when he didn't call
this morning.

He always checks in
like clockwork.

- And what was his job?
- Audit specialist.

He spent 15 years
doing personal returns

until I moved him over
to small business

and paycheck protection loans
when the pandemic started.

Why'd you move him?

Because it's a lot
more complicated.

And Marion was smart
and thorough.

He's one of the best
I've ever seen, honestly.

Did he ever interact with any
of the people he was auditing?

During COVID, it was
mostly by mail or online.

But in the last six months,

he started doing
field audits again.

Why is that?

It's harder to lie in person,

especially to Marion.

Did anyone ever threaten him?

Lawyers did it every day.

I mean the people,
the taxpayers.

Well, I guess it's possible,
but Marion's tough.

He never said anything.

You think someone
he was auditing did this?

Well, we're not sure yet.

How many open files
did you have?

At least 500, maybe more.

Can you filter those for us?

White males, age range 25 to 35?

- I'm sure we can.
- We'll get you set up.

Thank you.

Sorry for your loss.

Can you tell us
about your husband?

He was a good father,
a good provider.

- Was he active in the church?
- Yes.

He was a deacon for 20 years.

Did he have any enemies?

Had anyone
threatened him recently?

Not that I know of.

Marion was a very private man.

Stern is the word people use.

He never talked about his work,
and I didn't ask.

Look, I already
told the police this already.

I understand.

We're just trying to get
as much information

as we can
so we can find who did this.

It's not obvious?

A white racist loser
angry at the world?

The country's full of them.

Those are my boys.

- I need to go.
- Of course.

You have funeral arrangements
to attend to.

There's not going
to be any funeral.

Marion's getting cremated.

Hi, babies.

- Something's off.
- Tell me.

The cremation.

I mean,
Baptist don't usually do that,

especially in the South.

When the rapture comes, how are
you gonna get out of the grave

if you're burnt to ashes?

You're a church guy?

Enough to know.

That kind of makes sense,
though.

Ever see a bomb go off?

So you close the casket
and you still have the funeral.

Look, I'm telling you.
The services is a big deal.

All right? It's weird.

- Hey, Hana.
- What's up?

We found a green
army-style jacket

stuffed in a dumpster three
blocks from the crime scene.

ERT's on the way.

Any witnesses?

No, but we got a call
to the tip line.

A cab driver picked up a white
male about a mile from here.

He was acting strange
and talking on his phone.

The cab driver got spooked,

faked car trouble,
and let him out.

He got home, saw the news,
he thinks is our guy.

- What was the drop-off?
- South of here.

The corner of Church and Butler.

- Call Highway Patrol.
- Set a three-mile perimeter.

If he's on foot,
can't have gotten far.

You have to end this.

Go to the police
and turn yourself in.

That cab driver
suspected something.

He probably already called them.

No, I'm not finished.

I know you're angry
and I know it hurts,

but this isn't the answer.

We can fix it.

♪

We'll tell them he made you
do it and you didn't want to,

and maybe they'll understand.

I gotta go.

♪

- Hey.
- What the hell are you doing?

Get on my truck, psycho!

It's a gun store.

Victim got jumped
in the parking lot.

Truck was stolen.

Had his leg run over too.

- Okay. Is it our guy?
- Must be.

Victim saw him lurking outside
talking on his phone

just like this morning.

Might have some people
helping him too.

Well, we've got something
that might track with that.

We've got a Leon Cole,
35-year-old white male.

Made two threats
against Meeks last month

while he was being audited.

What kind of threats?

"We're gonna blow all you pricks

to kingdom Come
if you don't back off."

Words to that effect.

Yeah, I say that tracks.

He also didn't show up
for work this morning.

All right, check it out.

Let me know what you find.

Manager confirm that he sold
Fred a 9-millimeter Glock

and two boxes of ammo.

The perp never went inside and
there's no cameras in the lot.

You think he did it
for the gun or the truck?

Maybe both.

Did ATF send
bomb material alerts out

- to all the stores around here?
- Yes.

I updated the BOLO

and I contacted them
about a sketch artist.

Maybe the cab driver or Fred

can give us something
to work off?

- Hey, Ray.
- What's up?

Hey, I think
we should go see Jayden,

Marion Meeks' oldest son.

Wait, you think
he's involved in this?

Probably not,
but I just checked.

And he's got priors
for petty theft and assault

with minor ties
to gang activity.

Jayden might be caught up
in something

his dad paid for with his life.

It's just a hunch.

Yeah, hunch works right now.

Send us the address,
and we'll meet you there.

You got it.

Leon left for work
before I got up.

I ain't talked to him since.

We were just at his office.

He didn't show up
for work today.

Okay.

Well, do you know
where he might be?

Maybe Darryl's or a strip bar.

I done called him
ten times today,

but he won't answer.

Is this about the audit?

Oh, you know about that?

Hell yeah I know,
'cause it's all bullcrap.

Leon took
that paycheck loan money

so he could pay his boys,
and that's all.

He ain't done nothing wrong.

Then why'd he threaten
to blow up his auditor twice

in the past month?

You mean that Black fella
that came in here,

told me sit in the other room
while he ate my coffee cake?

I don't know about that.

If you say so.

White male in a pickup truck.

That's just Leon.

Wait here.

Leon Cole, can we talk?

Kristin Gaines, FBI.

Hey!

Hey!

♪

- Get off me.
- Hands behind your back.

- I didn't do anything.
- Stop resisting.

Just get inside, sweetie.

It's just some BS.
I'll be right back in.

Uh-huh.

I'm sorry.

I'll pay the money back.
I swear.

This isn't
about the money, moron.

Threatening a government agent
is a federal crime.

You mean Marion?

I didn't mean it.
It was all talk.

- I was pissed, and I...
- All right.

Where have you been
all day, Leon?

Fishing it Percy Priest Lake.

Check my phone.
I took pictures all day.

What's this about?

Open it.

What is this about?

Why am I in these cuffs?
What am I being arrested for?

Am I talking to myself here?

See when they were taken.

- 7:22, 8:35, 9:16.
- I told you.

- I was there all day.
- Check his call history.

- What for?
- Because I wanna know

- who you've been talking to.
- I got privacy rights.

- Could you be quiet?
- Could you shut up?

- No outgoing calls.
- All incoming.

Looks like your wife
called you ten times today,

so why didn't you
pick up the phone?

'Cause I didn't want to.

She's a royal pain in my ass.

Oh, that's good.

This is ridiculous.

You don't know anything
about guns.

- Dad's right.
- This is the worst idea ever.

Can't be that hard.

It is hard.

What if you don't load it right?

What if you go to pull the
trigger and nothing happens?

Everyone has guns around here.

What if someone
pulls one on you?

What if he has one?

You could get yourself killed.

That's why I'm gonna practice.

- Don't do that!
- If you start shooting,

you're gonna make
too much noise.

- You'll just attract attention.
- Darla, please.

Don't make this worse.

- Don't worry about it.
- I am gonna worry about it.

You're not thinking straight.
Just...

♪

Mmm, good call
on the hot chicken sandwich.

- Right?
- It's a total Nashville thing.

And, Boss, how about we
forget the knock and announce,

and I just do this on my own?

Why?

I'm just reading the room.

He kinda has a point.

Jayden might be more open
if it's just me,

especially if he doesn't know
I'm a fed.

Let's just try it.

Thank you.

We'll be outside.

Yell if you need us,
young blood.

Hello?

It's maintenance.

Hey, I'm sorry to bother you,
but your manager called.

Said I need
to check on the power.

- Yeah, good.
- Come on in.

All right, cool.

Yeah, these old buildings, man.

The wiring sucks.

You hear anything pop?

You see a flash or something?

Nah, everything just went out.

All right.

What have you been up to today?

- Self-medicating.
- Yeah, I get that.

It's a rough neighborhood.
Gang territory, right?

- I wouldn't know.
- I'm a musician.

- Oh, for real?
- You go to work today?

- Why?
- I'm just curious, man.

I don't see
no instruments around.

I'm a DJ,
house and trap and stuff.

Hey, and why are you
in the kitchen?

The fuse box is
by the front door.

Yeah, yeah.

I saw that.

That ain't mine, I swear.

- Hey.
- Don't do it, Jayden.

Jayden.
Come on, man.

Hey, hey, hey.
Look, FBI, all right?

And I got
two more agents outside.

We need to talk.

Thanks.

You letting him go?

Said he was home all day
till his mom called,

and he's not in a gang.

- What about the gun?
- It's not his.

It's a parole violation.

It's registered to his father,

who, by the way,
was murdered today.

We don't have time for arrest
and paperwork right now.

This job isn't
about street busts.

It's about finding our fugitive.

You're
in the manhunt business now.

Get your priorities straight,
understand?

Remy, Forensics got something

on the army jacket
from the trashcan.

They ID'd our unsub.

What's his name?

- You mean her.
- Darla Crais.

She works for the IRS office
in Downtown Nashville.

♪

♪

Ms. Westphal,
thanks for meeting after hours.

Oh, not a problem.

What's so urgent
about seeing Darla's desk?

Does she know who killed Marion?

We think she did.

- I thought it was a man.
- Yeah, we did too.

She called in sick this morning,

but I didn't think anything
of it.

What kind of employee is she?

Reliable and competent,
by the book.

- She have a family?
- She never talks about any.

She just does her job
and goes home every night.

Here.

This is her spot.

Darla was seen
talking on her cell,

but we haven't been able
to ping it.

Does she any friends
that she's been in contact,

either here at home?

Home, I don't know about,
but here, no.

She's not social
and keeps to herself.

She eats lunch by herself
at this desk every day.

Darla works support staff

and the returns division
down here.

And Marion was
in the audit section upstairs.

It's possible they didn't
even know each other.

We're gonna need access
to her desktop

and a copy
of her personnel file.

Of course.

Darla owns a 2019 Prius,
but it's not in the garage.

We need to get a BOLO out.

Earth to Ray?

Yeah, I got it.

Look, I know you got
your ass chewed out.

Don't take it personally.

Remy's a good boss.

Try and learn from it.

Looks like she had a laptop.

She either took it
or it's over here somewhere.

You already in the doghouse?

I saw your credentials
this morning.

You got a pretty low badge
number for a new agent.

Well, that's because
it was my father's.

He was also in the bureau?

Yeah, 36 years.

He retired last summer.

He pinned it on me in Quantico
when I graduated.

I see.

Wait.

You think
that's why I got this job?

- I didn't say that.
- I was just making conversation.

Felt more like an accusation.

I figured a sister
will help a brother out.

Hey, I was a cop too
just like you.

Don't be so sensitive.

Guys, check this out.

That's hair.

Her hair.

Chopped it off
to look like a man.

Ladies.

That's weird.

Either she likes
to wear men's clothes

or her boyfriend just moved in.

Yeah, that could be
what's happening.

Doxepin, Clonidine.

- What's this?
- Don't know, but he will.

Jay Safrit MD.
Vanderbilt Psychiatry Group.

- I diagnosed Darla with D.I.D.
- four years ago.

Most people know it is
multiple personality disorder.

Darla has
multiple personalities?

We call them alters.

Onset in the late 20s
is typical,

but I'm very concerned

because D.I.D. patients
are almost never violent.

How many alters does she have?

For a long time, it's been two:

Diane and Greg.

When she's on her meds
and coming to therapy,

she can seem
completely in control.

But when she's not, she can't
control when they appear.

She describes it as being
a passenger in her own body.

Here.
This will give you an idea.

This is Darla
presenting as Diane,

a 17-year-old
high school student.

Mallory thinks that it's stupid,

but Kim is like,
"You should just run."

Are you interested
in student government?

- Yeah, for sure.
- Why?

It'll help me get into college.

What about Greg?

She never becomes him.

He just talks to her a lot.

Here's Darla talking about Greg.

He says that
my job is beneath me

and that I'm wasting my life.

"Why don't you find a man?

Why don't you get married
and have kids?"

I like my job.

And I don't need kids
to define me.

And what do you want, Darla?

I want him to leave me alone.

And so on and so on.

I noticed in both videos,
she's wearing earbuds.

When the alters appear,
she'll talk back to them.

She pretends to be on the phone

so people won't think
she's strange.

It's a coping mechanism.

Would explain
why we can't track the phone.

- She doesn't have it on.
- Right.

You need to know about David.

- Who?
- He's a new alter.

First appeared
about a month ago.

Darla hates him.
So do Diane and Greg.

The altars know each other?

In Darla's head, yes.

She'll hear them arguing,
fighting for control of her.

David is mean and aggressive.

Darla calls him the enforcer.

She's afraid of him.

Let's see the video.

She wouldn't let me take any.

Something happened
to trigger his emergence,

and Darla wouldn't say what.

And then about ten days ago,
she stopped coming to therapy.

And I'm worried that
David is making her violent,

especially
if she's off her meds.

What do you think David wants?

- I don't know.
- David's a mystery.

Diane and Greg, I get.

The sister she never had,
the father who never loved her.

What do you mean "the father
who never loved her"?

Did he abuse her?

Well, 95% of the time
with D.I.D. patients,

that's the case.

But Darla's trauma
was different.

What happened to her?

Darla's parents abandoned her
when she was seven years old.

They were at rest up in
Kentucky and just disappeared.

No explanation.
No goodbye.

No nothing.

That's awful.

Did she go in the system?

11 different foster homes
by the time she was 18.

Never went to college,
always lived alone.

And according to Dr. Safrit,
those first two alters emerged

as her way of coping.

- David's a different story.
- He's the key.

If we can figure out what
made him emerge a month ago,

maybe we can predict
what's next.

Is there anything
in Darla's personnel file?

I haven't had a chance to look.

I did. Nothing
but eight annual reviews,

all of them good.

No mention of any health
or psychiatric issues.

Her boss might not
even know she's sick.

Remy, Murfreesboro PD
found Darla's Prius

about a half mile
from the IRS office.

The parking attendant said
it's been there for two days.

- All right.
- You and Ray with me.

Let's hit it.

- Hey, are you all right?
- Yeah.

I know this is stupid,
but in the old days,

Jess would have
taken me with him

to go see the psychiatrist
this morning.

I feel like
Remy doesn't trust me.

- Come on, Sheryll.
- No, I'm serious.

I feel like he's icing me out.

Let me ask you something.

How long have you been back?

About a week?

You remember the way
you guys were with me

when I first turned up?

It wasn't like this.

Yeah, it kind of was.

You know this stuff takes time.

Just do what you do.

Darla,
please don't make this worse.

We have to get out of here.

Wait, is that him?

It's okay.
He didn't see us.

He doesn't know we're here.

Darla, no, don't follow him.

The FBI put your picture
on the news.

- You shouldn't be in public.
- Dad's right.

Do you wanna spend
the rest of our lives in jail?

- Just go.
- Turn around and walk away

before it's too late.

He's in the produce section now.

Just leave him.

The longer we're here,
the worse it is.

What if someone recognizes you?

- Excuse me, sir.
- Sir.

See?

I need to get some chili flakes.

Don't look at her.

Just stay calm.

Turn around and walk away.

There he is again.

Walk away, Darla.

It's okay.

He still didn't see us.

He just walked right by.

Darla, no!

Just let him leave the store.

Let him take his things and
get in his car and go home.

You don't wanna hurt him.
David does.

Think about his wife and kids.

Darla,
David's making you do this.

We know you hate him.

You don't have to listen to him.

The truck's
right around the corner.

Just get in and drive,
and this can all be over.

- He stopped.
- He's coming back this way.

I'm begging you,
please don't do this.

I can make it look
like a robbery.

- It won't matter.
- Darla, you can still get away.

- Maybe Canada, or even Mexico...
- Stop.

You're not a killer.

David's the killer,
but you have to tell him no.

- You can do this.
- Listen to Dad.

- We love you.
- Tell him no, Darla.

- Turn around and walk away.
- Just leave me alone.

♪

Hey, Bill.

He's got a gun!

What? Where?

At the ATM!

Stop!

Victim's another IRS Agent?

- Yep.
- His name is Bill An son.

He works in the Chattanooga
office down the street.

His boss just got here.

What the hell is going on?

Two to the chest at close range.

We're sure it was Darla?

The shell casings match
to a 9-millimete.

Probably
from the Glock she stole.

Right.

Plus, the store manager
saw her inside.

She was dressed like a man
talking on the phone.

He got a weird vibe.
Saw her outside.

He was here when it happened.
Heard her say, "Hey, Bill."

So Darla knew him?

She shot him, grabbed some cash.

And then another witness
saw her jump into a truck

and head north.

So it's her.

We need to warn
every IRS office in this state

right now, and I mean now.

- All right.
- Where's Hana and the rookie?

Ray's canvassing witnesses.

Hanna's looking
at Darla's laptop

we found in the back of her car.

We got a connection

between this victim
and Marion Meeks.

Yeah, they both work for
the IRS and they're both dead.

They were also good friends.

An son used to work for Meeks
in the Nashville office

as a junior auditor

until he was transferred here
three weeks ago.

And why is that?

His boss said there was
some kind of complaint,

but he was never told
what it was about.

And now, it's marked
as confidential

and redacted
in An son's employee file.

- "SB"?
- Who the hell is that?

That's Skip Budner,
head of HR in Nashville.

He must have signed off on it.

Get with the highway patrol
in the county sheriff's office.

Set a perimeter.
Put a bird in the air.

Call in the damn Boy Scouts
if you have to.

I'm sick and tired
of being a step behind.

You're welcome.

Because inclusion
includes language.

- Take a break, people.
- We need to talk to Skip.

Come on, hurry up.
Everybody out.

- Everybody out.
- What's going on?

This is Agent Scott
and Agent Gaines with the FBI.

They have some questions
for you about Bill An son.

Bill doesn't work here anymore.

And we wanna know why.

Those are your initials,
correct?

- What was his complaint about?
- Uh...

This is confidential.

I'm not sure I can discuss it.

But Bill's dead, Mr. Butner.

He was shot
an hour and a half ago,

near his office at an ATM
by Darla Crais.

Oh, my God.

O-oh, my God.

Tell us what happened.

Darla didn't like Bill.

She said he was always coming

around her desk and bugging her.

About two months ago, she came
to my office very upset.

She had just come back from
a work conference in Orlando,

the one sponsored
by the law firm

where they put everybody up
at the Royal...

Why was she upset?

She said she had
a few drinks one night

and found herself in a room
with Bill and Marion Meeks.

She blacked out.

When she woke up
the next morning,

she felt like
she'd been sexually assaulted

by either Bill or Marion,
maybe both.

For God's sake.

- Did you know about this?
- Hell no.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because
she withdrew the complaint.

First thing I told her
was go to the police.

"They'll take
your medical history.

They'll have you examined
by a doctor."

As soon as I said that,
she completely backtracked.

Said maybe she was wrong.

It was probably all in her head.

She didn't wanna pursue it.

She didn't want them to know.

No, she didn't
wanna lose her job.

Know about what?

Sheryll, you were right.

Darla's work had no idea
she has D.I.D.

You find out
what the complaint was about?

Darla claims
she'd been sexually assaulted

at a work conference
two months ago

by either An son and/or Meeks.

She went straight to HR
but then withdrew the complaint

as soon as she found out
she'd have to see a doctor,

probably afraid they find out
about her condition.

Well, that explains Meeks wife.

How?

If she knew
what her husband did,

having him cremated would
have been the final straw.

It's a small thing,
but I get it.

We need to dig
into this assault,

find out
who else knows about it.

How's Hana coming
with Darla's laptop?

Yeah, she's still working.

- Grid search?
- Yeah, nothing so far.

But we're putting up checkpoints

in I-24 North and South.

- All right.
- We're headed your way.

Let's stay on this.

Darla is out there somewhere.

♪

This is not your fault.

Darla, listen to me.

You need to know
how much we love you.

We love you so much.

It's David.

It's not you.

You are my baby girl.

And you will always be
my big sister.

And we are so proud of you.

This is not you, Darla.

We know who you are.

You're good.

You're so good.

♪

What do you think
of the new guy?

He's young, green.

Hey, he's the same age as me.

Yeah, with none
of the task force experience.

Honestly, I don't know
why Remy would pick him.

He's his first hire
since he's been here.

Maybe he wants to mold him
in his own image.

- All right.
- Thank you.

Speaking of...

Talk to me.

Truck driver saw Darla
in a pickup

at a rest stop in North Georgia.

Local PD rolled code 7
but couldn't find her.

They're still looking.

She's tracking south,
but the question is why.

- Hana, anything?
- I'm getting close.

I'm trying to get
into her emails.

Okay, let's think about this
for a second.

Darla was assaulted
two months ago.

This alter, David, appears
pretty quick after that.

The enforcer.
Why does she call him that?

Well, she probably
wanted revenge.

And if she was too scared
or too weak to act...

Her alter could have emerged
to do it for her.

Right, keeps her detached,

almost as though
she has no responsibility.

That's good,
but David was around

for at least three weeks
before anything happened.

What made Darla so violent?

Maybe she saw An son again
or Meeks.

I can see that being a
trigger if she's off her meds.

She's not going to therapy.

- Guys, I know what it is.
- She's pregnant.

Four days ago, she contacted
a woman's clinic in Atlanta.

She made an appointment
for an abortion that afternoon.

- Why Georgia?
- No idea.

Darla is nine weeks pregnant.

She told me that she had
been sexually assaulted

and couldn't get help
in Tennessee

because they have no exception
for rape.

So she came here to see us.

- Did you do the procedure?
- No.

We do have an exception
for rape in Georgia,

but you're required
to bring a copy

of the police report you filed.

And she didn't have one.

- How'd she react?
- Well, how do you think?

She was raped
and nobody would help her.

She said the assault
happened in Florida,

and it was too late
to get a police report.

And she just wanted it out.

She even demanded we give her
mifepristone and misoprostol

so she could go home
and do it herself.

That's the abortion pill, right?

We don't call it that, but yes.

I told her
that it wasn't possible

without a police report either.

She got even more upset,
and she left.

And she hasn't come back.

- Call Atlanta PD?
- Yeah, go.

Mary, you have security there?

They always
keep a guard outside. Why?

Darla's a fugitive
wanted for murder,

and we think
she's in Georgia right now.

I'm concerned
you could be a target.

Seriously?

Usually, it's the protesters
we worry about,

- not the patient.
- Mary, listen to me.

I want you to round up
all the patients and employees

and lock your doors.

It's just a precaution, but...

What was that?

- Mary?
- Oh, my God.

Mary, can you hear me?

Mary?

Mary?

Agent Scott, I'm Agent Neil.

We've got the perimeter secured.

- What happened?
- Security wouldn't let her

inside without an appointment.
They argued.

She pulled a pistol
and fired twice.

Thankfully missed,

but she managed to get inside

and holed up in an exam room.

- Any hostages?
- One female.

The director of the clinic.

- Mary Nash.
- That's her.

It's been quiet for 68 minutes.

But there's a window
around back, second floor.

And she knows we're here.

- You make contact?
- No.

I was told to wait for you.

- Around back.
- Eyes and ears.

You're qualified on that thing?

Yes, sir.

♪

In position.

What are you seeing, Kristin?

Darla's at your 2:00.

I can hardly see her, but
I think she's on the exam bed.

Mary's at your 12:00.

She's crouched on the floor.

No visible injuries.

Darla, this is Agent Scott
with the FBI.

Go away.

We just wanna talk, okay?

Let's figure out a way
to end this

without anyone else
getting hurt.

I said go away,
or I will kill this bitch.

Are you all right?

Yeah, all good.

♪

Darla, I know it wasn't you
that fired that shot.

It was David, right?

He's the one
who killed those men.

He's the one
making you do this now.

I told you to go away, please.

- You know what?
- I don't like David either.

I know Greg and Diane
feel that way too.

Talk to me.

I'm tired of everything.

Tell me what you want.

I want it out.

I just...

I just want it out of me,
please.

We can talk about that

if put the gun down
and let Mary go.

You don't wanna hurt her.

She's a good person.

Don't let David push you around.

He never leaves me alone.

None of them do.

I can't take it anymore.

I know.

I know it's hard.

Why...

Why won't they
just leave me alone?

I got your meds.

If you come out,
I can give him some.

And we can even get
Dr. Safrit on the phone.

What do you say?

You're with me Darla?

♪

What's happening?

Darla is not moving, but
Mary's crawling towards you.

She's coming to the door.

She's opening the door, Remy.

- Move!
- Cover her!

I got you.

♪

Gun! Hey!

♪

- Call the paramedics.
- She's bleeding out.

Get them in here!

Nice job.

That was a damn
fast reaction, Ray.

You saved her life.

- Is she gonna make it?
- That's what they're saying.

Go make sure I'm right.

See you soon.

That was Barnes.
She says congrats.

She and Hana are gonna meet us
at the airport.

Good.

Is everything good
with you Barnes?

Yeah, why?

Sounds like
you're being tough on her,

icing her out maybe.

And if you're testing her,
you know...

- I'm not icing her out.
- I'm just doing my job.

When I'm working, I'm working.

When things get hectic,
I do what I do.

She's a good agent.

Yeah, she is.

Tell her.

We're all headed down
to the Crown Room

for Ray's buy-in
if you wanna come.

- No, I can't.
- I gotta get home to the kids.

Okay.

Sheryll.

What's going on?

Let's clear the air.

You really wanna know?

I do.

I've been doing this
for 10 years.

I got more experienced
on fugitives

than anybody else in the team.

And it feels like
I'm starting fresh,

like I got to prove myself
all over again.

Is this about Jess?

- We had a shorthand.
- We understood each other.

He would never have brought
somebody new on the team

without talking to me
about it first.

- That's what you're mad about?
- I'm not mad.

I'm frustrated.

I feel like you don't see me.

I worked my ass off
on this case,

and you didn't even bring me
to the take down.

There were three seats
on the chopper.

I made the decision
in the moment.

So you brought
the rookie instead?

I needed to find out
what he was made of,

if I can trust him.

And I need the same thing
from you.

It's a two-way street, Remy.

Look, I know I got
a family and kid issues

to deal with sometimes,
but that does not mean

I am not 100% committed
to this job.

I'm here because I want to be,
and I know what I'm doing.

I know that.

You're a badass agent, Sheryll.

And I need you on this team.

Okay?

Okay.

Are we good?

Yeah, we're good.

Just don't try
to hug me or anything.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yes, you will.

♪

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