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Previously on "The Rookie Feds..."

I just met your daughter.
She single?

Very.

You best slow that roll.

My dad is uncomfortable
with me dating the daughter

of a woman he's dating.

I am finally living my dream.

So this is
the end of the road?

Our relationships
are about timing.

And I guess
this just isn't ours.

He hasn't had a visitor
here in over two years.

Guess that makes you special.

Hands where I can see them.

Move and I'll mace you
in the face.

Matthew, you look good.

Yeah, well, you don't.

And you're gonna look
even worse in 36 hours.

Or better.
Who knows?

Maybe death will suit me.

Lethal injection
suits no one, Foster.

Tears your insides apart.

Still, there is
a certain solace

knowing when
you're going to die,

the day, the exact time.

I often think of the man
I was when we first met,

arrogant, blinded by rage.

Waste your own time,
Foster, but not mine.

You said you had
additional murders

to confess to.
Huh?

I do.
What time is it?

It's 9:58.

8:58 on the West Coast,

which means
they haven't happened...

yet.

18 years ago,
I had a great purpose,

but I was too proud.
- Proud?

You killed people
with anthrax letters.

You were a coward.

I know who I was
and who I've become.

I have been awakened.

I am but an instrument
used by a higher power.

Oh, please.

Please don't tell me
that you found God in here.

Not God, his opposite.

Let's just cut
right to the chase.

What have you done?

I have waited decades
for this moment.

I always felt alone
in my existence,

the lone and lonely man

lashing out
against the corrupt.

Darkness has shown me
that I am

but a drop of water
in a vast river.

Only as one
can you be destroyed.

So you working with
someone on the outside?

Someone?

No, no, no, no, Matthew.

I have many.

Ooh.

OK, Daddy, sneaking in
in last night's clothes.

Go ahead
and do your walk of shame.

Shame was definitely not
what Ruth and I

were feeling last night
or this morning.

OK.

Now, baby girl,
I'm too old for shame.

OK, and I'm too young
for this conversation.

You and Miss Ruth
have been spending

a lot of time together lately.

I told her I love her.

Daddy, is that the first time

you've said
that since Mama died?

And you said you would
never find love again.

Ah!
Look at God.

Won't He do it?
- Oh, one more thing.

We're thinking about
moving in together.

You know, Daddy,

Ruth's place
is twice as big as ours,

and she has a pool.

I will miss you.
I will.

But you will be
right up the street,

and you can visit anytime.
- OK.

Now, slow down your roll,
baby girl.

The house is not yours yet.

We just talking about it.
No decisions have been made.

That means that I'm gonna be
running into Dina quite a bit,

which could get awkward.

Do not say I told you so
'cause you did warn me,

but it's OK.

I mean,
our parents are in love,

and we're both adults,
and it'll be fine.

Probably.
- Hey, you.

Hi.

Thought I'd pick you up
a little pick-me-up.

What you working on?

- I'm analyzing paint quality.
- For what case?

The case of which color
will look best in my duplex?

I've tested
all the paint brands,

and Benjamin Moore is superior.
- You don't live in a duplex.

No, I'm repainting one
of my rental properties.

I have new tenants.
- What?

You're a--a landlord?
And you said properties.

Is that, like, multiple?

Why didn't you
tell me about that?

We haven't dated that long.

I like to maintain
an aura of mystery.

Keeps the romance alive.
- Yeah.

I support that, I guess.

Speaking of which, I hope
this isn't a romance killer,

but I got a Google alert

from one of
those dumb gossip sites,

and, well, there you go.

Is that a photo of us
from dinner last night

on the internet?

Yeah.

"'Vampire Cop's' New Boo:

"lucky sucker Brendon Acres

with a date we'd all
like to take a bite of."

It's really crass.
I'm sorry.

Don't be.
I look fabulous.

- Oh, you're not upset?
- I don't love it.

But I know what
I signed on for with you.

There's a terrorist attack
in San Francisco.

Wheels up in 20.
- Good luck.

- Yeah.
- No, you're coming with us.

A drone was piloted
into the boardroom

of a San Francisco hedge fund.

It released some kind
of unknown poisonous gas

killing six people
almost instantly.

Sounds like
a biological weapon.

Any indication as to which?

Well, that's the reason
why you're on that plane,

Antoinette.
You're gonna find out for us.

Any idea
who's behind the attack?

Foster Mills.

How is that even possible

when he's on death row
in Idaho?

Yeah, which is where
I'm calling from.

Foster is scheduled
to be executed tomorrow night,

and apparently,
he's not going quietly.

Somehow,
he managed to put this attack

in motion even though
he lives under a microscope.

But do we know why he
would target a hedge fund?

That's an unknown,

but I expect that you'll
get clarity at the scene.

Don't worry about it, boss.
We got your back.

No, not you, Simone.

The jet's gonna drop you off
here in Idaho

and take the rest of the team
to San Francisco.

Why?

Because I need a wild card,
OK?

Foster has me here
for a reason.

He understands how I operate.

He's got some sort of game plan

as to how he's gonna
play this thing out,

so I want him off balance.

I want him on his heels,
and that's where you come in.

It's the only way
we're gonna get to the truth.

You know
how I'm always saying

don't doubt the power
of Black girl magic?

Even that has its limitations.
- Hopefully not on this one.

Because if I know this guy,
what happened in San Francisco

is just the beginning.

You were the one
who brought him in.

I mean, boss, you know him
better than anyone.

What's not in his file?

He's found religion,

or some perverted version
of it.

Sees himself as channeling
a darker power.

Do we think that's real,

or does he just have us
out here chasing shadows?

That's an unknown.
He definitely talks the talk.

But our priority is to find out

how he managed
to orchestrate a mass murder

from solitary confinement, OK?
The rest is just a distraction.

Yes, sir.

I'm not looking for magic,

and I'm not expecting
a miracle, OK?

Foster's just like any other
high school malcontent

that sat in your office
and thought that their anarchy

made them special.
That's it.

Maybe, but none of them came

with a body count
or a ticking clock.

How'd they get the drone
inside the building?

Scrubbing surveillance
footage now,

but we're thinking loading bay.

Would take
a pretty skilled pilot

to fly through this entire
building with no eyes on it.

Assume nothing.

Pilot could work here
or pose as a delivery person

who walked the flight path
a day ago.

We'll pull footage
going back two weeks.

We need to examine
that drone ASAP.

No one's going in there
until the CDC's

chemical emergency response
team can decontaminate.

They'll be here in a few hours.
- We can't wait.

Another attack
could be imminent.

I'll go in.

I have extensive hazardous
materials training.

I just need a suit.
- You don't have to do that.

And you don't have to run
after the sound of gunshots,

but you do.
I'm a forensic biologist.

If I could stop more people
from ending up like that,

I'm going to do it.
Let's go.

Let's get you suited up.

You all right, ma'am?

It takes more
than bad manners to spook me.

29.

Matthew tapped out already?

He had to get back to DC.

Don't start our relationship
off with a lie.

He's listening
right now, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

Agent Garza is my boss.

He sent me to speak with you.

And what if I refuse
to talk to you?

Well, then I go back home,
and I'm not sad about it.

But I have a feeling
you are way more interested

in what happened
in San Francisco

than saying goodbye.
Am I right?

Victims show
signs of hypotension

with evident cyanosis.

I'm fine.

Whatever they were exposed to

most likely
suffocated them painfully.

You can step away
if you need to.

No, I'm fine.

Blood test
will be conclusive,

but if I had to guess,
I would say

the gas was hydrogen cyanide.

Six people are dead.

Was that more or less
than you were hoping for?

The number doesn't matter.

How they suffer does.

Walk with the wise
and become wise,

for a companion of fools
suffers harm.

Proverbs 13:20.

I heard you were
riding Satan's tip,

so why are you hiding
behind Bible quotes?

If you know
the Old Testament,

then you know that pain
and punishment

lies at its heart,
the dark side

of the Lord
personified in he

who fell from heaven.

Tell me more about the scene.

You tell me more about it.

Who orchestrated it?

The who doesn't matter.
The how doesn't matter.

There is no way that you
can stop what is coming.

What about the drone?

Any unique markings on it?
- It's a factory model.

But the undercarriage
has been modified

to hold a box
with a gas canister.

Something that customized
could lead us to their maker.

I'll take it apart,

but I'll need
to decontaminate it first.

There's something written
on the bottom.

- What does it say?
- "I am many."

You've got to push the button
if you want the ride, baby.

Hm.

Coming?
- I'll get the next one.

Your loss.

♪ Taking all your breath
cause there's not much air ♪

♪ Dominate, dominate, yeah

♪ Dominate, dominate, yeah

♪ If you bout to leave,
then you might get rocked ♪

♪ Only one devil
left this room ♪

♪ I'm feeling kind of crazed
on the last full moon ♪

♪ There's a whole other prize
that I didn't take ♪

♪ Bricks to the face
till I felt one break ♪

♪ Dominate, dominate, yeah

♪ If you bout to leave,
then you might get rocked ♪

There was another attack.

Four people were killed
in a Dallas elevator

after it was rigged
to release a poisonous gas.

"I am many" was spray painted
on the doors.

Do we know
who the victims are?

Four venture capitalists
who were on their way back

from celebrating
a corporate takeover.

No way our drone killer
could have gotten

from San Fran to Dallas in time

to pull off
the elevator murders.

Which is why
we need to figure out

how many there are
in "I am many."

So tell me you found something
actionable in San Francisco?

Not yet, but I'm
bringing the drone back

to the lab to analyze it.

If we're lucky,
I'll be able to source

a unique component
and ID a suspect.

Hey, boss, has anyone
been able to figure out

how Foster's
been communicating

with his followers?
- Not yet, Brendon.

All the guards on his watch
check out.

His cell is being tossed
as we speak.

They're not gonna stop
the execution, you know?

So if you were gonna try
to leverage the murders--

I'm not.

No appeals have been filed,
no stays expected.

I am running into
the embrace of the serpent

on the crest of a tidal wave.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey.

What's all this nonsense
about our parents shacking up?

I'm happy for them.
Aren't you?

Yeah, I guess your pops knows
how to lock a good thing down.

Anyways, my mom wants us all
to have dinner tonight,

and I'm in if you are.
- Yeah, I--

I'm out of town, and I
don't think I can make it.

Surprise.
Surprise.

Dina, I got to go.

- Trouble at home?
- None of your business.

You find anything?
- No.

Cell's clean,
no contraband

or communication devices
of any kind.

You are clever--

no visitors,
no incoming or outgoing mail.

You don't talk
to other prisoners.

You don't use the internet.

Damn it.

"The Birth of Corporate
Imperialism in a New World."

If it was
my last night on Earth,

I wouldn't be reading this.

He read a lot?

Oh, yeah,
two or three books a week.

- I took the drone apart.
- Oh, hey.

Every component
is standard except

the gas disbursement ring.
- OK.

Unfortunately,
it's a common item.

Collecting sales records,
but the numbers

are already in the hundreds.

- OK.
- What's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Liar.

Remember that picture
from the gossip site

where you look fabulous,

and I look like
I'm desecrating a crab roll?

Well, other media outlets
have picked it up,

and now everyone wants to know
who "Vampire Cop's"

mystery woman is.
- So let them wonder.

No, no, that's not how
internet sleuths work.

They don't wonder.

They dig, and then they make up
all sorts of clickbait BS.

Like what?

This one says that you
were an ice hockey player,

a star in France,
and this one says that you

were, five years ago,
questioned over

an art theft at the Louvre.

- Those are both true.
- Wait, what?

You never told me that.

And I'm not going
to tell you now.

I have work to do.

I don't get it.

These are all the books
that Foster

has checked out
in the last year.

None of them have
hollowed out pages

for a burner cell.

Nothing is written
in the margins.

Well, it was worth a shot, huh?

What are you doing
with my books?

- You the prison librarian?
- Yeah, that's right.

How would you like it
if I came in your house

and messed it all up?
- Put 'em back.

Hey, come on now!

They're all messages
that have been blacked out.

Yeah, there's another one.

It's a numerical code.

We need to decipher this
right away.

Why don't we start
with the person

who Foster was sending
the messages through.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, you know
what we're talking about.

You said these are your books.

It doesn't matter
that you know.

A tide is coming.

I am many.

- Wait--
- Oh!

We need a medic!
Get a medic!

Listen up.

Foster was using a numeric code
hidden inside library books

to send messages
through the prison librarian,

Campbell Marsh.

Do you think Campbell
will give up

the other acolytes?
- No.

When he was confronted,

he cut his own carotid
and died,

but the prison
sent us the names

of every person that Campbell
met or communicated with.

I'll cross-reference it
with the list

of drone rig buyers
Antoinette gave us.

Bingo, here we go--
Donald James.

All right,
Donald visited Campbell

in prison four occasions,

purchased drone components
ten days ago,

and it looks like he just
flew back from San Francisco.

- I'm just getting home.
- Nice work.

You too.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

It's just--it's one thing
to plan these things.

Maybe the gas was a mistake.

It's just,
they died in such agony.

Don't grieve the wicked.

Something's wrong.

FBI!
Drop it!

Tell me you can salvage this?

I could say yes,
but I'd be lying.

We cracked the book code.

Each set of numbers refer
to a page, a line, and a word.

You put 'em together, Carter,

and you get Foster's message.

The book we recovered
is his final message

to his followers.

I'm almost afraid
to ask what he said.

He said, "With the blood
of the wicked,

"we shall save this world.

From our deaths, come life.
I am many."

There's nothing there that
will help stop what's coming.

No.
How's it going with Mr. James?

Nothing so far.

We know you're responsible
for the drone attack

in San Francisco.

We know you supplied
the same gas to another one

of Foster's minions in Dallas.

So who else did you supply
the hydrogen cyanide to?

Carter, we need
this guy to roll over.

You know that.

Come on, Donald.

No.
Stop him!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

Cyanide eyewear.

That's it.
I've seen it all.

I was the ranking agent, man.
This is on me.

No, we were the ones
in there.

I am not looking
to assign blame.

Protocols are that we search
suspects for weapons,

not suicide pills.
I mean, come on.

Who the hell are these people?

True believers,

people who will kill
without remorse,

will die for a cause.

I mean, remember
Foster's last message.

"From our deaths come life."
- OK.

Someone, please,
give me some good news.

We recovered
Donald James's computer.

Tech team is scrubbing it now.

Yeah, odds are
it contains intel

from the other attacks.

All right,
everyone grab their favorite

caffeinated drink
'cause as long as the clock

is ticking, so are we.

Hey, boss, mind if I run home
and change clothes?

These reek of death row.

Of course, you've had a day.
You know what?

Take the night, decompress.
- No, no, no.

I can come right--
- Simone, take the night.

That's an order.

I'll be in the lab
if anyone needs me.

Oh, no, actually,
can I talk to you for a sec?

You remember I told you
that my biggest regret in life

was turning down
that hockey scholarship

to play at Penn State?

To star in
the direct-to-video sequel

of "The Hottie the Nottie."

Yes, you mentioned that.
- Right, OK.

So you never saw that
as an opportunity

to like--maybe a cue to tell me
that you also play hockey? No?

Mon amour, you know
I relish in being enigmatic.

Yeah.

But, yes, back in Lissy,

I was considered
the best goalie

in the Ile-de-France.

Oh, you're a goalie?

There's players and goalies.

It's like a different thing.
It's OK.

Don't let
the lab coat fool you.

- OK.
- Name the time and the place.

I will destroy you.
- Can't wait.

Also, this--
this art theft thing.

You were questioned, right?

Yes, but only because
my boyfriend,

René, was an
international art thief.

Really?
And you didn't know anything?

- Mm.
- What?

No.

But he was
a very unpredictable man

with an aura of danger
that was quite sexy.

Then one night,
he tried to steal

a Caravaggio from the Louvre
and was caught.

René always was very ambitious.
- God.

And I have work to do,
so you need to leave.

Out, out, out, out.
- Fine.

God's children have become
slaves to the rich.

You claim righteousness
but recently wrote

a treatise celebrating Satan.

You make that sound
like it's a bad thing.

Satan was God's
favorite angel.

He named him Morning Star,
blameless and always full

in wisdom, perfect in beauty.

- You building a profile?
- Yeah.

This guy is full
of contradictions,

reinterpreting
the scripture to fit

his twisted need to murder.
You know what's nagging me?

It's the "why now" of all this.
- What do you mean?

Well, Foster's been
in prison for 18 years,

and now, all of a sudden,
he has followers?

How did he get them?

The only contact
he's had with the outside world

is this interview
he did two years ago.

OK.
So what are you thinking?

He's using this interview as
some kind of recruitment tool?

- Just--
- Read your Bible.

The answers lie
in 1 John 5:19.

"We are certain
we come from God,

and the rest of the world
is under the power of Satan."

And that's of significance,
why?

Because even
the Almighty knew

that sometimes,

you need to send the devil
to do God's work.

Have a thing
with these bears,

and it just grew hairs.

- That was good.
- Oh, yeah.

Whew, finally, you are here.

Yeah.
Sorry I'm late.

I forgot we were
getting together tonight.

So you late for a dinner
you forgot about?

Honey, she's here now.
That's all that matters.

OK, so we wanted
the four of us to get together

so we could clear the air.

As you girls know,
Cutty and I

have gotten pretty serious.

And we will not
allow our daughters'

messy split to upset that.
- I wouldn't call it messy.

- I would.
- I told you.

My daughter is in denial.
- Mm-hmm.

And mine's brooding.
- True.

Ready to go?

- Hey, yep.
- Well, wait a minute.

I thought we were having dinner
together tonight.

That's what you might call
falling for the okey-doke

Ruth and I
are going out to dinner.

While you two stay here
until you work it out.

Understood?
- Mm-hmm.

- Mm-hmm.
- You ready, darling?

Oh, yes. Oh.

Have a good night.

And don't wait up for us.

We just got
straight-up conned.

Straight up.

You OK?

You look like
you've been through it.

And then some.

It's good to see you.

You too.

I wish things had ended
differently between us.

They still can.

We doing this?

Daddy?

Daddy?

I am many.

- What is it?
- I got to go back to Idaho.

- What's in Idaho?
- The devil.

This energy drink
is gonna keep me up for weeks.

My teeth are vibrating.

Did Antoinette really lead
the women's rowing team

at Oxford?
- I don't know, probably.

Oh.
Trouble in paradise?

No, it's just--you know,

I thought
we were getting close,

and I'm just finding out
all this wild stuff about her

that she didn't tell me.
- OK.

Well, you had
a life before her too.

I know,
but I'm not finding out

that she likes cream
in her coffee.

I'm finding out she dated
an international art thief,

things like that.

Yeah, but that René guy
was oof.

- Don't need that.
- OK.

She is a woman of mystery.

It's what attracted you
to her in the first place.

So instead of getting jealous,
level up.

Be that for her.
Be unpredictable, unexpected.

OK.
Level up, got it.

We got something
from Donald James's computer.

He was communicating
to Foster's acolytes

through a dark web
message board.

Can we track the messages?

It's encrypted, and we
don't have the password.

Tech team's trying to crack it.

Yeah,
but that could take days.

We only have hours,
and these attacks

are only going to ramp up until
Foster's execution tonight.

OK, let's look at this
a different way.

How did the acolytes
get the dark web address

in the first place
and the password to get in?

Someone had
to have led them there.

Foster.
Foster did it in his interview.

Yeah, Foster Mills was just
another faceless killer

rotting away in prison
until he got his execution date

and a televised platform.

He could have used that
to light the fuse.

Foster's original letters
always spoke in ciphers.

The library books were in code.

Embedding a message
in his interview fits his MO.

Let's rewatch that video,
and let's find

the clues in his words.

Go. Go. Go.

Simone, where are you?
- Somewhere over Nevada?

Excuse me?

What's the thing
about asking for forgiveness

instead of permission?

Yeah, it's how you've led
your entire life, Simone.

Boss, Foster Mills
got in my head.

And now I think
I can get into his.

These cult leaders, they--
they drone on and on

about a higher purpose.

But really, they're just
using other people

to do what they can't
or won't do.

They're weak.
- OK.

So what's your gambit?

You're going to go back at him
with strength,

put him on the defense.
Is that it?

Yeah.

And hope I can
get something out of him

to stop this next attack
he's planning.

OK.
That's fine.

Hey, listen, Simone,
you didn't have to hijack

the plane in order to do this.
You could have just asked me.

- You mad?
- Not if we save some lives.

Go.

Last day on Earth.

How'd you sleep?

Better than you, I think.

Maybe.

But only one of us
gets a chance

to try it again tonight.

Maybe.

And maybe today's carnage
will keep you from sleeping

peacefully ever again.

I hate to be the one
to tell you, boo,

but you're deep in
the lost column this morning.

Campbell and Donald gave up,
and then they gave you up.

Lies.

We're gonna be out
scooping up

the rest of your
wretched refuse in a few.

And with 12 hours left,
do you want to leave

your legacy up to those two?

Or do you want
to come clean with me?

Read your Bible.

The answers lie
in 1 John 5:19.

"We are certain
we come from God,

and the rest of the world
is under the power of Satan."

That has to be code
of some kind.

Yeah, well, if you do a
simple alphanumeric conversion

of 1 John 5:19,
it's the address

of Foster's dark website.
- OK.

So we're on the right track.
We just need a password.

Is it one of the words
from scripture that he quoted?

He said, "the answers lie
in 1 John 5:19."

Try typing in "Satan."
- OK.

Nope, that's not it.
- Maybe it is.

Change the language.

Go to the original Greek
the scripture was written in.

Oh, my God.
We're in.

They're mobilizing.

Multiple simultaneous attacks
in Kansas City, Baltimore--

Chicago, Miami,
all set for this morning.

It's Carter.

I need emergency authorization...

OK, let's get HRT ramping up.

- For a nationwide operation.
- Yep, in Kansas City.

Authorization to follow.

Kansas City field office
just arrested

two suspects
about to gas a law firm

that represents big tobacco.

We have arrests in Chicago
and Miami, two more down.

Baltimore PD is conducting
a raid as we speak.

Patching us in now.

Hands down!

Let me see--
- Suspect in custody.

Hydrogen cyanide secure.
- That's it.

All attacks have been thwarted.

Good work, people.

- Yeah!
- Quiet.

Quiet, everyone, quiet.

Someone just logged in to
the Los Angeles message board.

"The righteous will rejoice
when he sees the vengeance.

"He will wash his feet
in the blood of the wicked.

I am many."

You cannot believe
the snake oil you're selling.

Foster, you're a smart man,

despite your psychopathy.

Everyone deserves to feel
like their life has purpose,

especially at the end.

And what greater purpose
than to lead a crusade

against the evils of wealth?

Because even
a four-year-old knows

that two wrongs
don't make a right.

Simone, we stopped all of
Foster's acolytes except one.

They're in LA, and I need you
to get us something

before it's too late.

People like you
are all the same.

People like me?

No one is like me.

I mean, please, I see
at least two of you a week

on this job.

Uh, truth becomes lies.
Evil becomes good.

Even in your defeat,
you claim victory.

Why?

Because with all these words,

you're just a scared little man

who's standing on his ego.

No, no, no, no.

You--you mind
who you're dealing with.

I--I have snatched the life
from the wretched.

I've led an army
from captivity.

I'm not afraid.

I am many!
- Ha!

You are a clown,
who can't even be honest

about what drives him.
What drives you, Foster?

It is simple
and has never wavered--

I will see before I die,

the slate wiped clean!

Those who have sinned
must be punished.

And those who defy me
will be executed!

Even from the grave!

- Got him.
- OK.

Tell me you got something?
- Hear me out.

This last attack is personal.

I got him pissed off,
and he said,

"Those who defy me
will be punished

and the slate
will be wiped clean."

Our last acolyte's message
talked about vengeance.

Yeah, and cult leaders
like Foster

are obsessed with their legacy.
- OK.

Well, he's on death row

because 18 years ago,
Foster sent out

three letters filled
with anthrax.

But only two of them
hit his intended targets.

One of them was a miss.
It was a woman.

She was a CEO of a bank that
foreclosed on Foster's home.

What was her name?

I got it.
Renata Schmidt.

Renata Schmidt.
Find her.

Fresh towel, ma'am?

- Mrs. Schmidt?
- Yes.

We received an urgent call
from your office.

They said you need
to call them back immediately.

This better be important.

Slow down.
What?

Patch him through.

The Special Agent
Laura Stensen with the FBI.

We have reason to believe
someone is trying to kill you.

We'll be right there,
but we need you

to leave the spa right now.

Go to the lobby.
Do you understand?

Yes, I'll leave now.

Blood.

You've hidden your sins
long enough, Renata.

Come out!

No!

FBI!
Put your hands up!

Hey!
Hey!

On your stomach.

We need
an ambulance here now!

Lay down.

We saved Renata.

The many are now the none.

All of your people
are in custody.

So you can go
to your death knowing

that this perverted movement
dies with you.

No.

My death will serve to inspire.

OK,
that's where I'ma stop you.

I don't have to listen
to your BS anymore.

Enjoy your last meal.

And may God have mercy
on your soul.

Foster Mills
was officially put

to death at 10:07 p.m. tonight.

Hopefully this messed-up
movement died with him.

Unless it backfired
and he gets more attention now,

letting him be propped up
as a martyr.

In my experience
profiling cults,

movements quickly fizzle

without the leader's
constant presence and sway.

Without that magnetic pull,
followers usually drift back

into their normal lives.

Either way, Laura,

we'll be waiting
and ready for them.

♪ Way down in my heart
is where you're bound to be ♪

♪ My soul is on fire
'cause you bring me ♪

♪ There ain't no love

Uh, hi.

So, listen, I know
you relish in being a mystery.

But my joy comes from
learning everything

there is to know about you.

So what are you proposing?

A competition.

- You want us to play hockey?
- Yeah, uh-huh.

Except not for goals,
for facts.

So every time I score,
which I will constantly,

you need to tell me something
about yourself

that you never told me,

something--something juicy.

- You can't be serious.
- Oh, yeah, I'm serious.

Is the best goalie
on Ile-de-France

a little bit scared?

Game on.

Hey, goalie, is it hard to do
your hair with your bad hands?

All right, jeez.
I'm--I'm just warming up.

♪ Ease your mind

♪ It's more than enough
to know that you are mine ♪

I'm sorry.

Didn't you say
you were good at this?

Put your helmet back on.
You ready?

♪ Cause I ain't
ever letting you go ♪

Unbelievable.

How about this?

I'll give you one point
for being creative,

and one point
for being unpredictable,

and one point for being
really cute right now

even though
I'm kicking your ass.

- Gee, thanks.
- OK.

So one fun fact about me...

If you look closely,
you can find me

strutting by the camera
in Bruno Mars'

"Uptown Funk" video.

You don't ever see my face,

but if you know my legs,
which you do...

- I do.
- Then you'll know it's me.

Want to see?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.
Yeah, that's it.

That's the move.

Hey, looks like
the party is in here.

- Hi, baby.
- Hey, Dina.

- Hey, what's up?
- Hey.

It's so wonderful
to see our girls being

so friendly to each other.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, we have
some important news.

We had a long heart to heart.

And we decided
not to move in together.

- Well, what happened?
- Oh, no, no, nothing.

I mean, we still
crazy about each other.

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

So why rush to fix something
that is not broken?

We just like our own space.

And someone gets a big kick

out of sneaking in
and surprising the other.

- Someone, huh?
- Yeah, someone.

Girl, you know you love it.
Boo-wah.

Now, only it's
a full moon tonight.

Shall we enjoy our dessert
on the patio?

- Oh, lead the way, my queen.
- Oh, my king.

- Come on.
- Whoa.

Hey, come on now.

It's pie o'clock.

Give us just one second, Daddy.

We'll be right there.

Wow, those two--

I mean,
like teenagers, right?

Um, look, Dina, when we
first started hooking up,

I was working overtime to prove
that I belonged in the FBI.

I didn't have time
in my life for anyone,

but now, I think what I need
is balance

to live my best life,
and last night was incredible.

Yeah?

And I don't think
it was a mistake.

I don't think so either.

For the record,
I think that's how

we should have gotten closure
the first time.

But?

But what I think
you need more now

than a lover is a friend.

Could I have
a friend with benefits?

All of the fun
and none of the drama?

- No breakups.
- No breakup.

And you know the thing
that you said about closure?

Mm.

I could use
a little closure right now.

How about you?

Ladies,
your ice cream's melting.

- ♪ It's all I want to do
- Dina?

- ♪ 'Cause I can't get
- Simone?

♪ Enough of you