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All of a sudden, he gets three stripes on
his shoulders, he becomes a ball-breaker.

I remember when I was a rookie,

he was the one that turned me on to all
the best cooping spots in the precinct.

Now the fat son of a bitch
has got me working midnights

'cause he wants to
keep an eye on my ass?

Stop. Stop. Back up. I
think we got something here.

Go!

Stop where you are! Police! Freeze!

Get off the fence! Do it now!

Detective Taylor?

Ella McBride.

Of course.

Do you really think that
you'll find my father's killer?

Yes.

You doing a little late-night shopping?

I figured if I couldn't sleep...

Might as well be productive.

Cornflakes?

I thought cops were
supposed to be adventurous.

We are.

Look. See? I got a half gallon of
milk here that expires in two days.

So how are you?

I'm good.

I went to see my mother yesterday.

It was hard for both of us.

I'm sure it can't be easy having
your daughter visit you in prison.

- Go ahead.
- Oh, no.

- You only have a few things. Go.
- All right.

I did have a little bit
of good news recently.

Yeah?

You know those cards that I
collect with people's confessions?

It's going to be a book.

I'm going to be published.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

You, uh... You want to
have breakfast? My treat.

I'm sorry. I... I have to go.

- Of course.
- It was nice to see you again.

Yeah.

Hey, Mac.

What have you got?

Karma. His name's Tony Clark.

He's 27 years old.

According to his business card, he's
a buyer for a department store chain.

There was a lot of useful
information in his wallet.

Unfortunately, I can't say
the same thing for his victim.

Got to love how crowded
the city's gotten.

Can't even dump a body
in private anymore.

No external signs of trauma.

Extremities are clean.

You think it could be a rape-murder?

No defensive wounds.

Nothing to indicate a sexual motive.

Internal bleeding.

Let's get her over to Sid.

Check this out.

Tony just got a text.

"Is it done yet?"

Looks like it's just beginning.

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Flack ran the plate.

Got an ID on our female vic.

Let me guess. Isabelle Vaughn.

According to the prelim background, this
kid was a rising star in the design world.

Handbags, accessories.

Had everything going for her.

Except luck.

What about ours?

All we got is a red stain on the carpet.

It looks fresh.

Some sort of vegetation?

Probably transfer from a shoe.

But the thing is, there's no trace
of it on our vic or our killer.

Where did it come from?

Maybe it was another driver.

Maybe it's this person
who sent the text message.

I have Flack reaching out to
the phone company for a name,

but cops who caught Tony dumping the body said
he was alone when they caught him in the act.

There's no blood. No sign of a struggle.

Yup, it's all clean, except for this.

So, where's our primary crime scene?

Uh, Hawkes, it's Sid.

Uh, no, I'm not done, but you may
want to come down a little early.

Is all that liquid
coming from her stomach?

That is her stomach and
her liver and her pancreas.

Her organs were liquefied, and
continued melting well after her death.

Saponification?

That's my official COD.

That's a strange way to kill someone.

Oh, you want strange?
Let's talk stomach contents.

Both vics indulged in a rather
curious buffet this evening.

Both?

So they had dinner together
before Isabelle was killed?

Oh, it would seem so.

We have citrus peels,
dandelions, raw onions,

vinegar, Tabasco, duck blood soup.

But Isabelle had one other
item that Tony didn't:

large amounts of sodium hydroxide.

Drain cleaner is the most common source.

And in order to do this kind of damage,
she had to drink at least 18 ounces.

So this was no accidental ingestion?

Right.

That's the only manner
of death I can't rule out,

but there's no evidence she
was forced to drink it, either.

You're telling me that she drank a
caustic, foul-tasting liquid voluntarily?

Doesn't make any sense, I know.

But, Sid, if this was suicide,
then why was Tony dumping the body?

Thought you'd want to see this first.

Name's Declan Rooney. 29 years old.

Oh, yeah. Snapped neck.

Fingers are broken.

Similar MO used by the man who murdered
the Rat Fisherman three months ago.

And tried to kill you.

Sebastian Diakos.

Only he's in the wind.

Well, if Sid confirms that this is
his handiwork, he just blew back.

Did you get anything off
of those security cameras?

They're fake. Canal Street--
poor man's Madison Avenue.

But as far as I can tell, doesn't
look like anything else is missing.

Except for what might have been on here.

Uh, elephant dung? Are you sure?

Yeah, they found it under
Isabelle's fingernails.

Came straight from Sid.

You know, you've been getting a
lot of crappy case work lately.

That's cute.

I mean, you know, something
like that, you know,

you don't come in
contact with every day.

You find the connection,
I'm buying you a beer.

No. Beer's on me. You got
some big expenses coming up.

Oh, yeah? What? Diapers?
Nah. How much diapers cost?

Come on. Forget diapers.
I'm talking big picture here.

The cost of raising a kid from
birth to 18 is, like, 150 grand.

And that's not including college.

How do you know that?

Um, my father used to remind
me every day about it, you know.

So I would just, you know,
keep all the cash if I were you.

Uh, but combining your
income might be less painful.

- Thank you, Suze Orman.
- Yeah.

- Hey, Lindsay.
- Hey, Adam.

I'll get back to you on the dung.

I thought you were searching
Isabelle's apartment.

All clean. Uh, got to
go to Tony's house now.

Hopefully, find the
primary crime scene there.

- And how are we feeling?
- Good.

- I think I felt a kick this morning.
- Really?

- Yeah.
- Come here.

They stopped.

Next time it happens, you find me.

Tell me this isn't one
of your weird cravings.

Only for science.

You were looking for me?

I was hoping to offer
you a little snack.

Well, let me guess.

This is another one of
your famous reconstructions.

Just put one of these berries in your mouth
and swirl it around for a couple seconds.

Lindsay, I'm your
boss. Not a guinea pig.

Mac, I'm pregnant. Just humor me.

It's called synsepalum dulcificum.

It's the vegetative trace that
Danny found in Isabelle's car.

Now, when I tested it, I was able to isolate an
active glycoprotein molecule called miraculin.

It's the main component of this berry.

It's found in West Africa.

It's also called the miracle fruit.

And what might that miracle be?

It alters your taste buds.

It makes bitter foods taste sweet.

Uh, how long are my taste
buds going to be altered?

For the rest of your life.

No, I'm kidding. Just for a few hours.

So, you might as well enjoy
it. Go ahead. Try this onion.

That's good. That's really good.

This explains the strange stomach
contents in our victims' bodies.

Well, it also explains how Isabelle
could have ingested a caustic substance

without really tasting it.

So it confirms that she was murdered.

We still have no idea why.

And who's the accomplice
who sent the text message?

Head cheese, mouse brains, pigs' feet.

Our boy Tony throws one hell of a party.

I think I just found our appetizer.

Ah, miracle fruit. This is wrong.

This is so wrong! Cod liver oil?

What the heck kind of
sick party was this?

All this strange food is consistent with what
Sid found in Tony and Isabelle's stomachs.

And all made edible
by this miracle fruit.

Flack. Yeah?

Pick her up. I'm on my way.

Phone company gave us the name of the
woman who sent Tony that text message.

Name's Quinci Feeney. My
guys are picking her up now.

- I'll be in touch.
- All right.

Last night you sent a text message to your
boyfriend Tony Clark asking if it was done.

You were referring to the
body dump, weren't you?

Ms.Feeney, right now I got you on
conspiracy to dispose of a dead body.

But if you don't start
answering our questions,

I will find a way to connect
you to Isabelle Vaughn's murder.

I idolized Isabelle,
but I barely knew her.

She was Tony's friend.

Then why'd he kill her?

He didn't. When he found
her, she was already dead.

Sorry, everybody, party's over.

Seriously, guys, I'm not messing
around. I need you all to leave.

- What's going on?
- Come with me.

We had no idea what happened.

We thought maybe it was some
sort of allergic reaction.

- Allergic reaction?
- An accident.

- Then why didn't you call the cops?
- Tony was scared.

Isabelle Vaughn was
dead in his apartment.

And in Tony's business,
image is everything.

He said the scandal would ruin him.

These the same clothes you were
wearing at the party last night?

- Yes.
- I want to see your boots.

- My boots?
- Yeah. Put 'em on the table.

You helped move the body, didn't you?

See this?

We found similar trace
in Isabelle's car.

Tony asked me to help him
carry Isabelle to her car.

What are you doing?

Baby, you're too drunk to drive.

No, I'm good.

Tony insisted on doing it himself.

Well, how chivalrous of him.

The plan was for Tony
to get rid of the body

and then meet me in Long Island
city so we could dump her car.

Then I'd drive us back
to the city in my car.

Tony never showed up.

I guess that's what happens when you decide
to treat a human being like a piece of trash.

Fate catches up.

Doc, I got a blood trail.

All right, this is
where it all went down.

No signs of struggle.

Boom! Drain cleaner.

It's half empty.

Contains bleach. The other main
ingredient is sodium hydroxide.

Could be our murder weapon.

All right, so everyone's at the
party, riding high on this berry buzz,

eating and drinking
different concoctions.

Tony uses the opportunity
to spike Isabelle's drink.

No wonder she never saw it coming.

Ella.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Thank you for seeing me.

You said it was urgent.
What can I do for you?

Okay.This may sound really out there,

and I talked myself out of
coming at least five times.

But I figured if it
could help solve a murder,

it was better for me to risk making
a fool of myself than staying quiet.

what can help? What murder?

Isabelle Vaughn. It's
all over the Internet.

Her bags are on every must-have list.

And you think you have some
information connected to her murder?

This was sent to me a few months ago.

See? These letters...

The "V" and the "I," and this
flower-- that's her signature logo.

And the bright colors-- she
uses them on every purse.

It's like the Isabelle Vaughn "thing."

So I figured whoever made this
card had to be talking about her.

I want her dead.

Hey, everybody, Isabelle Vaughn here.

So Isabelle was your business partner?

That's right.

Well, according to her lawyer,
she was suing you for $30 million,

plus the dissolving of your partnership,

which would have cost you nearly
ten times that in future revenue.

She was never going to
win that frivolous lawsuit.

Isabelle Vaughn worked for me.

Check her contract. I own the label.

Her lawyer said she was a victim
of an unfair deal with you.

They always say that when
it comes time to renegotiate.

Yeah, but Isabelle wasn't
looking to renegotiate.

She was looking to set
up shop without you.

So says that bald, opportunistic
midget lawyer of hers.

That man would have said
anything to get me to cave.

Detectives, I came here eight years
ago from Thailand with nothing.

Today, I'm one of the biggest women's
accessory manufacturers in the country.

If you think someone like Isabelle
Vaughn posed a threat to me, you're wrong.

Look, detectives, if you knew anything about
this business, you'd know that I made Isabelle.

I mean, she was sewing bags out
of her dorm room when I found her.

But what happened between
us was just business.

I moved on.

Yeah, you moved on,
but the lawsuit didn't.

And it wasn't going away.

What's your point?

My point is I imagined
you hated Isabelle.

Probably wished she were dead.

Generally, wishing and acting
are two separate things.

Not always.

Look familiar?

This looks like one
of Isabelle's designs.

This card was made with materials
exclusive to your company.

Where did you get this?

It was sent through
the mail anonymously.

How are you with arts and crafts?

I'm sorry. I have no idea
who made it or sent it.

What's up, Doc?

I tested everything at the party that could have
been used to deliver the poison to Isabelle's glass.

They all came back with a
pH between three and five.

Just too acidic to be sodium hydroxide.

Yeah, nothing was close
until I tested this.

pH: 14.

Nice. So the sodium hydroxide
was put in the blender.

Yeah, and poured from there
directly into Isabelle's glass.

Thank you. You get prints?

Nothing usable. But there's
still plenty of trace.

I'm trying to separate
all the compounds.

If I can isolate every ingredient
that's inside this blender,

maybe it'll give us something
to help identify the killer.

That is, unless you've
got something better.

Nah, sodium hydroxide in
Isabelle's system came back pure.

Pure.

So, the drain cleaner we found in
Tony's apartment isn't our murder weapon.

No, if it was, Isabelle would have
bleach in her system, but she didn't.

Pure sodium hydroxide
is a laboratory chemical.

It's not exactly a
typical household product.

That's true, so we need to figure out which one
of Tony's guests would have that kind of access.

You don't see this method
of murder very often.

- It required a certain skill set.
- Right.

Same skill set it took to kill
Wolford Bessie, the rat fisherman.

Both Bessie's and Rooney's necks
were snapped from left to right,

and both have similar spiral fractures
on the anterior arch of the C-1 vertebra.

The signature is special ops.

Close contact, silent kill.

Green Berets, Russian Spetsnaz, Mossad.

There's at least a half dozen forces
that could have trained our killer.

Sebastian Diakos did this, Mac.

I mean, there are too many
similarities for it to be a coincidence.

The only thing that connects the
two is COD. What about motive?

The Greek Embassy introduced Diakos
to me as an antiquities expert

who specializes in
ancient Greek artifacts.

Now, our first vic, Wolford Bessie, was killed over
an antique coin that turned out to be priceless.

Rooney here owned a pawn shop.

My guess is he got his hands
on something Diakos wanted.

I'm afraid I don't have much
to steer you in a direction.

This was kept pretty clean.

Tweezed this splinter
from the vic's arm.

Looks metallic.

It's all I got.

Hopefully, it's all we'll need.

Stella.

I'm fine, Mac. I just
want to get this guy.

We all do.

What's up?

Take a look at this.

Looks like the coin we
took off the rat fisherman.

Yeah, it does; found this display
felt at a crime scene this morning.

Performed a surface mapping for trace
metals, and this image popped up.

Oh, they're identical.

King Philip II. 352 BC.

Sid tweezed a metallic
splinter from my vic's arm.

Turns out it had the same composition as the
metal used to cover the first coin that we found.

Okay, so we got a second coin, somehow
smuggled from Greece to the streets of New York.

Diakos gets wind of it, steals
it and hands us another body.

Yeah, I'm thinking we haven't
seen the last of these coins.

- You think there's more?
- Yeah...

and Sebastian Diakos isn't gonna
stop until he gets them all.

A lot of landlords still use these
tokens in their laundry rooms.

Not quite as creative as your past work.

I want creative, I'll
do a paint-by-numbers.

I want to avoid eating maggot-infested
prison slop, I'll do this.

Stan, I had Detective Angell
set up this introduction.

I was hoping you would help
me with a police investigation.

What's this?

It's an ancient Greek coin. It
dates back to King Philip II.

I need 20 copies.

You got to be kidding me.

You're asking me to do the exact thing that
you people locked me up for in the first place?

What is this, some kind of entrapment?

Stan... Stan, wait.

Look, this is not a setup.

We are here because innocent
people are getting killed.

You'll be helping us
solve a murder case.

Nobody's gonna arrest you for that.

And what'sn it for me?

You've got a brother up
at Five Points Prison.

Quite a ride on the thruway.

What do you say I move him downstate?

You can do that?

I can move Christmas.

- I like this girl.
- So, we have a deal?

After my brother's moved, you'll
get your coins and not before.

- And I want something in writing.
- Done.

hey, boss.

That's a $200,000 piece of equipment.

Any particular reason
you're taking it apart?

Well, it needed to be recalibrated.

I was running elimination DNA
from the party guests, and then...

no results, nothing.

You sure it's the machine and not
the quality of the reference sample?

We have several swabs from this specific subject,
and none of them are producing any results.

- Whose is it?
- Marina Melton.

She's Isabelle Vaughn's
ex-business partner.

I took those reference samples
myself. They should be fine.

Well, if that's the case, then either
the genetic analyzer is the problem

or we just discovered the first
human being without any DNA.

Fix the machine.

What's up?

That bag of dirt that Hawkes
found at Tony's apartment...

turned out to be elephant feces, consistent
to what Sid found under Isabelle's nails.

So, that's how she
came in contact with it.

Somebody brought it to Tony's party.

Maybe our killer.

Fortunately, I was able to
identify the vegetation in it.

That's because 50% of what
elephants eat isn't digested.

You like that? It's Animal Planet.

Right. So, after identifying multiple
berries, leaves and flowers...

- Here, take a look.
- I'm good, buddy.

I reached out to all the
zoos in the tristate area

and was able to match the
vegetation to the Manhattan Zoo.

What, one of the zookeepers
were at Tony's party?

No, but they do sell elephant
dung to a guy named Colby Fisher,

and according to the zoo, he
makes recycled paper out of it.

And our man was on Tony
Clark's guest list last night.

High five.

You left me hanging.

I meant it as a joke. I
thought it would be funny.

Tricking Isabelle into eating
elephant crap-- it's hilarious.

Why did you pick her?

I don't know. She was the
first person I saw at the party.

It was a dumb move. I get it.

I just wanted to see if those
ridiculous berries worked.

- What is it?
- Just try it.

Oh, Colby, you're such a jerk.

Did you play any other pranks on her?

Come on, Colby, after the Dumbo
pie, what did you offer her to drink?

Nothing. You got to understand,
I would never have hurt Isabelle.

Make us understand.

Isabelle and I were really tight. We...

we even hooked up a couple times.

How did that end?

It was no big deal. It was casual sex.

Neither of us wanted
anything long-term.

You two run in the same circles?

I used to make the hang
tags for Isabelle's bags.

She wanted them made
out of recycled paper.

- You don't make them anymore?
- No.

A couple months ago,
she... she decided...

she decided to go with another company.

That must have pissed you off.

Nobody likes losing business.

Where is he going?

What are you doing
with sodium hydroxide?

We use it to bleach our
product. Is that a problem?

If it turns out to be the same sodium
hydroxide used to kill Isabelle Vaughn, it is.

I've been over it three times.

Whoever made this card was very careful
not to leave any trace of themselves on it.

So, you're telling me we got nothing.

When I removed the materials
used to make the card,

I found a detailed sketch
underneath, but that's it.

So, we can't tie it to
any of Tony's party guests?

Not unless Ella was a guest, because
her prints are the only ones on it.

And the glue that she used to hang it in her
apartment is the same glue used to make the card.

- So, the only trace you have tracks back to Ella?
- Yeah.

Why, what are you thinking?

What is that?

It's Ella's statement from
a couple of months ago.

She wrote it out when she was a
suspect in her father's murder case.

Take a look.

The circle on this sketch has
the same loop at the top as her O.

You're doing a handwriting
analysis on a sketch.

That's very outside the box.

She lifts her pen off the page to make her Vs,
which explains the crisscross on the bottom.

The card's a fake.

I'm coming.

Detective Taylor. This
is a nice surprise.

Why did you make that card?

What are you talking about?

Enough with the games, Ella.

You bought one of Isabelle Vaughn's
handbags, and you made that card yourself.

I know everything.

What is this, some twisted revenge to
embarrass me for locking up your mother?

- Is that what this is about?
- No. I would never do that.

A woman is dead.

Instead of getting closer to her killer,
I wasted valuable time chasing down a lie.

What were you thinking?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

That's not good enough.

I just needed someone to talk to.

We barely know each other, Ella. Why me?

I thought you cared about me.

The way you treated me when
my father was murdered...

that didn't mean anything?

The other night... that wasn't a
coincidence running into you, was it?

You think I was following you?

Answer the question.

I-I just wanted to see you again.

I didn't actually think that you would
take that stupid card so seriously.

I take every lead
seriously. That's my job.

Okay, I get it.

What I did was misguided and stupid.

Can you forgive me?

You're lucky I don't arrest you.

Everything okay? You
seem a little stressed.

You damn right I am.

I don't understand why I'm here.

No? Why don't you think about
the first time we all met.

And the answers you gave us.

My man, let me tell you a
little something about my job.

You see, unlike my friend here who's
all about science, I'm all about facts.

So let me lay a few on you.

Fact: according to the phone
company, for two months,

you and your casual sex partner,
Isabelle, talked nonstop.

Fact: after two months,
Isabelle stopped calling you,

but you continued to reach out to her.

Fact: your calls became so relentless

that Isabelle was forced to
block your number from her phone.

Now, that would really piss off a guy
who couldn't take no for an answer.

What was I supposed to tell you?

That I was a total jerk
and I cheated on her?

Why not?

That after she dumped me, I became obsessed
with getting Isabelle back in my life?

You would've arrested me on the spot.

Did you really think we wouldn't
find out about this relationship?

I thought it wouldn't matter once
you caught the person who killed her.

- What?
- Okay.

So tell us about the breakup.

Isabelle found out that I was
sleeping with her business partner.

- Marina Melton.
- Yes.

She came by to place an order one
day, and things just got out of hand.

It stayed that way for a couple months.

Then one day she says it's over.

And tells Isabelle what happened.

So Marina used you to hurt Isabelle.

That woman is diabolical.

Only Isabelle wasn't the
only one who got stung.

You got hurt also, didn't you?

- I loved Isabelle.
- Yeah,

but after you cheated on her,
Isabelle didn't feel the same way,

and there was nothing you
could do to change that.

So maybe you decided to hurt her.

No, you got it wrong.

You know what, save it, Colby,

'cause we tested the sodium hydroxide
pellets from your paper plant,

and they're and exact match to
the pellets that killed Isabelle.

That's not possible.

Science, facts...

Thanks. I'll get back to you.

What's up?

Just got off the phone
with the Chief's office.

They're asking why someone in the Crime Lab
is moving a career criminal named Marty Trovato

from Five Points to Downstate prison.

I didn't have an answer.

I wanted to keep you out of this, Mac.

That's not the answer I was looking for.

His brother, Stan, is helping me.

You mean Stan Trovato?

Convicted felon, parolee,
forger of all things currency.

Not exactly the
cornerstone of a solid case.

Look, I was going to
tell you all about this.

- I just needed...
- Stop, stop right there.

I don't want to know.

Whatever you're doing
stops today, right now.

Sebastian Diakos has killed two
people and I don't think he's finished.

The guy's taunting me, Mac.

He sent me a dead rat as a message.

Put yourself in my shoes.

Try stepping into mine.

I'm in charge of this lab, responsible for
everyone and everything that happens here.

I admire your passion, Stella,
but what you did is reckless.

And more importantly, it could compromise
any future criminal prosecution.

What I'm doing is perfectly legal.

And contrary to the policies
of this lab and this department.

Major Case is working
the Diakos investigation.

If they need us, they'll call.

In the meantime, you need to stand down.

You can't ask me to do that, Mac.

Come on, I can get
this guy. I just need...

Give me a couple of days.

As your friend, I would love to,
but this is me being your boss.

I'm not asking. It's a direct order.

Fine.

So Colby Fisher just lawyered up.

- You think he did it?
- I don't know.

I mean, we matched the trace impurities
from his sample with the sodium hydroxide

that was used to kill Isabelle.

It's pretty damning, but I don't
know if it's enough to take to the DA.

Just figured out why we couldn't get
any DNA off Marina Melton's buccal swabs.

You mean the genetic
analyzer wasn't broken?

When I processed the blender
with the sodium hydroxide in it,

I found small flakes from
a leaf called betel quid.

Now, betel quid is a mild stimulant.

People chew on it to get a boost.

But when they do, it isolates
the DNA from their saliva,

making it appear as if
the donor has no DNA.

Look at this.

Betel quid is primarily used
by people from southeast Asia.

Detectives, I came here from
Thailand eight years ago with nothing.

Marina's from Thailand.

Yeah, so perhaps the flakes fell in
when she was spiking Isabelle's drink.

So we got trace that
puts Marina on the blender

that was used to make the
drink that killed Isabelle.

And we got motive. The
two of them were at war.

And when she was was
hooking up with Colby,

she also had access to the sodium
hydroxide from the paper plant.

Bring her in.

Isabelle was on her way to
becoming a household name.

I had everything to gain.

Why would I want her dead?

- Are you done?
- Excuse me?

When you were picked up, my officers
found this snuff box in your purse.

My lab took a look at it and they
found traces of betel quid inside.

I keep betel leafs in that
box. That's not illegal.

I wasn't finished.

They also found trace elements
of pure sodium hydroxide,

which you had access
to all those weeks that

you were playing your little
seduction game with Colby Fisher.

Is that what he told
you? And you believe him?

I believe the evidence, and
here's what it's telling me:

you stole sodium hydroxide
pellets from Colby's paper plant

and you brought it to the
party inside this snuff box.

You killed Isabelle Vaughn.

So maybe this wasn't about the money.

You said it yourself.

Isabelle worked for you.

You already own the
label and all her designs.

I think you didn't like
Isabelle standing up to you.

You took advantage of her,
preyed on her talents, her dreams,

and then when she decided to stand
up for herself, you put her down.

Isabelle Vaughn was an
ungrateful, little bitch.

After all I did for her, she
thought she could just walk away.

But we had a contract.

And it was legally binding.

So is a murder conviction.

- Can I help you?
- George Kolovos?

That's right.

You work for the Greek government.

Do I know you?

No, but you're going to want to.

Where did you get this?

All you need to know is there's
more where that came from.

I already know that, because
they belong to my country.

- Not at the moment.
- Who are you?

It doesn't matter.

You're playing a very dangerous
game. You know that, right?

If you're not interested, I'll
take my business elsewhere.

Wait.

What do you want?

I'll be in touch.

- How'd it go?
- He took the bait.

Great. Let's hope he leads us to Diakos.

Taylor.

Who's this?

I'm, I'm sorry.

Ella?

Sometimes it hurts so much and I just...

just want to make it go away.

Ella, what have you done?

I just want you to know how sorry I am.

Ella!

Ella!

Ella...

I'm so tired of being alone.

I have to get you up.
Come on. Get up. Come on.

Here, here.

It's not deep. You didn't
cut the arteries. Sit down.

I messed up.

It's all right. It's okay.

I ruined everything. Sorry.

I'm going to take you to the
hospital, okay? All right.

I'm so sorry.

I'm going to take care of you.

Everything's going to be all right.
Come on. It's going to be all right.

I WILL MAKE HIM LOVE ME