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Making bread from scratch for
your husband and children.

Making bread from scratch for
your husband and children.

Making bread from scratch
for your husband and children

is a basic way to
say, "I love you."

Oh, and it's fun,

better than girlbossing

for a job that
won't love you back.

Let your husband
bring home the bacon.

You can cook it.

Let me try again.

I can do better. I promise.

Please!

Please, let me go! Please!

OK, I think I can do all
of the drop-offs this week.

My pickups might
be a little bit...

- I can cover pickups again.
- I just have meetings on...

Friday? Yeah? OK, I got that.

Oh, I wanted to let you
know that I have actually

booked more therapy appointments

for Ella on Mondays.

The first one really
seemed to help.

It did.

Do you know that she asked
for a playdate this weekend?

Which, by the way,
thank you so much

for taking her to
that therapy session.

Work was... well, work.

I talked to the shrink,
just at the end, you know?

Mm-hmm.

She thought that
Ella's misbehavior...

Socking a kid in the eye, yeah.

Yeah, she thought that might
be from a lack of stability.

- Hmm.
- You know.

Maybe she spends Mondays at
our house with her cousins.

You know, my hours
are consistent.

I'm always home for dinner. It
wouldn't be a burden at all.

This is her home.

And spending the nights, I...

I think that if
we're shuffling her

back and forth even more,
it will make things worse.

It's fine.

Ella can stay with us.

Thanks.

Graveyard shift found
the body an hour ago.

- White female, late 20s.
- Any ID?

Not yet, but MO
matches two other women

dumped in the sanitation
department system

over the last few months.

Which makes it a serial killer.

Whoa.

Any idea where the killer
first dropped the body?

You know, 900 tons of trash
comes through here every day.

All gets loaded onto
a barge to Newark,

then scattered to landfills
across the East Coast.

First vic popped in
Virginia, second upstate.

Best guess where
any of them started?

Brooklyn.

Not a bad way to hide a murder.

- Perp's not just sick.
- He's smart.

It's not exactly novel

to hide a dead
body in the trash.

How do you know
it's the same perp?

Another pretty blonde
dressed for tea at the Plaza,

cut up in the same... place?

I ain't got the stomach for
this Jack the Ripper stuff.

The ME will fill you in.

The killer cut out her uterus

using a very sharp
precision blade

with unique edging
characteristics,

same as the other victims.

You're telling me
she was already dead?

Perimortem wounds, I'm afraid.

She bled out during the attack.

Patterns of the incision
suggest a great deal

of anger in your killer.

So she felt all of it.

Most of it.

If the MO stands, I
expect the tox screen

to come back pos for triazolam.

Levels in the last two,
they weren't enough

to keep them sedated,
just sluggish.

Triazolam, is that
easy to source?

It's a sleep aid.

Anyone crying insomnia
can get a script.

Were these abrasions
on the other vics?

Yeah, some kind of shackle.

Scabs and bruising suggest
she's been held captive

for at least three weeks.

I did find one odd
thing in the incision.

- What's that?
- Don't know.

It's extremely sharp,
like stone or glass.

I'll send it out
to be identified.

Strange... they didn't find
this in the other victims.

All right, I know that
Jubal is out for the week,

but we have work to do.

We are already on
our third serial vic,

and I do not want a fourth.

What do we know?

ME ID'd our victim
as Stacey Wilkins.

She was reported missing
last month in Greenpoint.

Cause of death,
involuntary hysterectomy,

same as our other victims,

Alicia Tomlin and
Valerie Narváez.

They're all single, late
20s, working low wage jobs.

I think our perp
certainly has a type.

- And a pattern...
- kills one victim,

takes another
captive the next day.

And since the ME said
Stacey died 48 hours ago...

In all likelihood,

he's already abducted
his next victim.

Let's get Eric up here
to profile the victims.

Your killer has got
quite a calling card.

Organized, ritualistic.

No evidence of sexual assault
on any of the victims,

but cutting out the
reproductive organs...

We're dealing with
someone who hates women.

Well, ViCAP didn't
pull up any matches.

That's why Syd thought maybe
it'd sparked something for you.

Hmm.

I've profiled serials
with surgical elements...

you know, organs
taken as trophies...

but none of them were
gender-motivated.

What about abductions?

These women were
held, restrained.

This kind of captivity is
rare without sexual assault.

The murders could be
a recent escalation.

It's not out of character

for men who have a
preference for blades

to start with
aggravated assault,

so don't look for murders.

Right, try local assaults,
men who use blades on women.

No need for those
currently incarcerated.

- He's 85.
- Guess we can rule him out.

And the second one has
early-onset Parkinson's.

His incisions wouldn't
be this clean.

That leaves...

Ray Distefano, serial slasher,

disfigured ten women
before he went down

for aggravated
assault 12 years ago.

He was released a month before

the first victim was taken.

You know him.

I'm the one who put him away.

Let's go.

DiStefano hasn't
checked in with his PO

since the first disappearance.

Here we are.

FBI!

Just do it.

You didn't say he was an artist.

Yeah, he said reality
was his canvas.

It's a load of crap.

Clear!

Hey, Maggie, you're going
to want to see this.

He's been watching you.

Not just me.

Oh, my God.

How well did you know this guy?

He was my first arrest.

We got a tip that he was
stalking a new victim,

and so we intercepted him
outside of her house one night,

and he ran.

I chased him onto a train.

You know, I didn't
have backup, got dicey,

but I took him down.

Anyway, his obsession
with his victims

got turned onto me.

He was writing me letters
from prison for years.

Yeah, but you should have
been notified when he got out.

Hey!

FBI! Stop running!

Circle back.

Stop running!

Maggie, on your right!

Maggie Bell.

Hey.

You good?

Tell us about these women.

Pretty.

Who are they?

- You know who they are...
- your victims.

Are there any more?

Now, don't be jealous, Maggie.

Cut the act.

After 12 years away,
it's not enough

just to cut the women now, hmm?

Now, you need to destroy them?

Kicking in my door,
stomping around.

You could have just
called if you missed me.

- Hey, three bodies.
- Start talking, now.

You spend a lot of
time with this oaf.

But he's not your baby daddy.

Tell me, Maggie, who was it

who left you alone with
your precious little Ella?

You know, I'm insulted.

You don't think I
actually did this, do you?

All these girls,
their cuts are hidden

by their nice, little dresses.

And you want your
marks to be seen.

Face, that's best.

Chest. Hands.

I just want to be remembered.

You never forgot me, Maggie,

because of that nice,
little reminder I gave you.

Whoa.

Looks like I know you
better than your partner.

The scar is gone.

- What?
- No.

No, that's not possible.

I marked you. I
marked you deep.

Healed.

- Prove it.
- Show me.

It's gone,

like you were never there.

No! Stop!

- You're done.
- Get in here! Get in here!

You're done. You're done.

Get in here and restrain him.

You OK?

I didn't know.

I didn't know that he was
so close to me and Ella.

But she's OK.

You don't have to
worry about him.

He's going to go away
for a really long time.

Not long enough because
he's not our guy.

- What are you talking about?
- He wasn't lying.

He cuts to disfigure,
not to kill.

And our victims were left
beautiful faces, unmarked.

Their hair, their makeup,
everything was done,

even weeks after
being in captivity.

Yeah.

What if... what if the
guy we're looking for

doesn't have a type?

What if he makes
them into his type,

his perfect woman?

- Hey, I just heard.
- Are you OK?

Yeah.

OK, ME pulled a partial print

from a button on Stacey's dress.

Doesn't match anyone
in the system,

including DiStefano.

OK.

Blades in his apartment don't
match the wounds either.

We got to find the connection
between these three women.

Then let's talk to the
people who loved them.

Copy that.

Stacey was more
than my roommate.

She was, like, my best friend.

Tough as nails but
had such a kind heart.

Like, I always wanted to dye
my hair pink for, like, ever,

but I was worried
it'd look dumb,

so Stacey dyed her hair with me.

- Stacey dyed her hair pink.
- When?

Like, three weeks ago
for Riot Fest in Chicago.

OK, Stacey was found
with blonde hair.

When was the last
time you saw her?

Right before I
left for Riot Fest.

Then her boss
reported her missing

a few days later, I guess.

Why did she stay?

- For surgery.
- She was getting her tubes tied.

Her tubes?

Did she have a medical
condition requiring that, or...

No, it was elective.

Stacey knew she
never wanted kids.

The first doc that Stacey
had, he was awful to her.

He tried bullying her out of it.

It really shook her up.

She didn't deserve this.

Let me know if there's
anything I can do to help.

OK, we confirmed with
friends and family

that all of the victims
pursued a tubal ligation

shortly before disappearing,
and all were denied.

So it's either a coincidence...

Well, Agatha Christie said,
"Two coincidences are a clue.

Three are proof."

All three victims have co-pay
charges on their credit cards

to the same OB/GYN practice

owned by a Dr. Adam Marion.

Privileges at Mercy Hospital.

There's no prints or
records in the system.

His son also works
in the practice.

Wait, I have a
message of Dr. Marion

on a Childless by
Choice message board.

- Never heard of that.
- Doesn't mean it's not real.

A post from two weeks
ago warning women

to stay away from Dr. Marion.

"He was rude,
paternalistic, and creepy

"when my girlfriend
went for a TL consult.

Do not trust this guy
with your health care."

Who posted this?

Screen name tracks
back to a Daniel Luna,

firefighter with
the FDNY Ladder 105,

not affiliated with
any of our victims.

Let's get Maggie and
OA over there now.

Daniel Luna, FBI.

- Oh, thank God.
- Have you found her?

Found who?

Hannah.

Hannah Resella.

R-E-S-E-L-L-A.

I don't get it.

If you didn't know about Hannah,

then why are you here?

Our investigation
into a serial offender

unearthed your post
about Dr. Adam Marion.

- Doctor? The gyno?
- Yeah.

Did that scumbag take Hannah?

That's what we're
trying to figure out.

Look, if we're gonna find her,

we're gonna need your help.

Why did she see Dr. Marion?

- Depression.
- It runs in Hannah's family.

She didn't want to
pass it on to kids.

Dr. Marion claimed
that having a baby

could cure her depression.

Which part?

Postpartum hormones
or lack of sleep?

Right?

Anyway, he asked
me what I thought,

like I was her keeper.

I'm a legacy firefighter.

My dad died on the
job when I was ten.

It really messed me up.

It was kids or the FDNY
for me. I chose the job.

Dr. Marion told
her that my career

was even more of a
reason to have kids.

How'd he spin that one?

Because if I died,

then at least she'd
still have a piece of me.

Did she see Dr. Marion again
after that first consult?

No, she was afraid
of seeing him again.

She went down a rabbit hole,

started looking into
him and his wife,

even watched their
weird trad wife videos.

- I'm sorry, trad wife?
- Yeah, traditional wife.

You know, stays at home,
does all the things,

and then sells the
lifestyle on social media.

Doc, he played the part
of the perfect husband.

If he did this...

We'll find her, Daniel.

The NYPD has zero leads
on Hannah Resella.

If this is a kidnapping,
we have to prove it.

Please tell me you
have something.

The doctor's wife, Darcy Marion,

her trad wife videos
had a viral following

up until her death last summer.

Making raisin
cookies from scratch

for your husband and children
is the perfect way to say,

"I love you."

So she looks exactly
like our victims.

Let your husband
bring home the bacon.

You can cook it.

If he's taking
these girls, it's...

It's to recreate his dead wife,

which means Hannah Resella
could be his next victim.

I've seen a lot of
disturbing online trends,

but trad wifery has got to be...

You got a problem with
stay-at-home moms, Scola?

Whoa, not falling for that one.

I don't know who would
romanticize a 1950s housewife.

They couldn't even
open a bank account.

Necklace cam's live.

Yes, it's ready
for the doc's car.

If he's got Hannah Resella,
it'll lead us straight to her.

All right, do I
look like a patient?

Thank you.

Hi, I'm Maggie Gant.

I have a tubal ligation
consult with Dr. Marion.

Yes.

Hope, why does my dad get
all the pretty patients?

Shush, you.

Maggie, you can wait in room one

- straight down the hall.
- Thank you.

You're in great hands.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.

- Gloves.
- Getting a print won't be easy.

She'll figure something out.

Please strip from the waist down

and scoot to the end
of the table for me.

Oh, I'm just here
for a consult. I'm...

It's just a joke
to break the ice.

You can relax.

That's funny.

I hear you want
a tubal ligation.

Mm-hmm.

And I take my job
very seriously,

so I need you to understand
that while some ligations

can be reversed, it is
considered permanent.

I consider it my duty to ensure

that you've thought
this through.

- Do you have kids already?
- No, I don't.

And no one is coercing
you into this procedure...

a husband, a boyfriend?

No, I'm single.

But how can you be so sure
that you'll never want kids?

My job.

I'm a consultant,

and I have a different
client every week,

and they need all of me.

And if I had a child,

they would need and
deserve all of me.

All right, GPS has been secured

to Dr. Marion's vehicle.

Scola, we have a problem.

The big guy in the plaid shirt

is Daniel Luna,
Hannah's boyfriend.

I think he's going to go
pay the doctor a visit.

- We can not let that happen.
- I'm on it.

You remind me of my wife.

May she rest in peace.

She was also afraid that
she'd mess up our kids.

But maternal instinct,
that's biology.

I promise you, women
know how to be moms.

Daniel Luna, Special Agent Scola

with the FBI.

You are about to walk into

an active undercover
investigation.

- I don't care!
- Hey, no.

That bastard knows
where Hannah is.

This is my choice.

So if you could please
just sign the paperwork

and schedule my procedure,
I would appreciate that.

Look at me.

You are going to jeopardize
our ability to find her.

That sick son of a bitch
knows where she is.

- And he's going to tell me!
- No, no, Daniel, no, he's not.

He's not telling you anything.

If it was your girlfriend,
what would you do?

I'd pray for a team like ours.

So can you take off your gloves?

I have a latex allergy.

They're nitrile,
allergy friendly.

- Oh.
- The man's careful.

You good?

I'm good.

I'm good.

All right, Daniel
is standing down.

Would you consider an IUD?

That's up to ten years,
fully reversible.

I can do it today.

This guy is relentless.

Guys, the ME said that
the flakes he found

on her latest
victim are obsidian,

found in areas with
volcanic activity.

- Weird.
- This whole case is weird.

Oof, I mean, I've heard that
IUD insertion is quite painful.

Do you have anything
stronger than ibuprofen?

Smart pivot.

I have something.

It's a muscle relaxant.
It'll reduce your anxiety.

It might knock you out a bit,
but I'll take care of you.

Triazolam.

- I've never heard of it.
- That's it.

Triazolam, the drugs
found on the other vics.

Good work.

We'll get the
prints another way.

Get out of there, Maggie.

- You know what?
- I'm driving.

But I promise, I
will think about it.

OK.

Hope will take good care
of you at the front.

Thank you.

There you go.

- Let me make a copy of these.
- Just a moment, hun.

Pretty cool, huh?

My dad's a collector.

They're flaked from
volcanic glass.

Stone age surgeons used them.

Wow. Are they obsidian?

They are.

And they're still
500 times sharper

than any steel surgical scalpel.

Hmm.

Adam Marion, you're
under arrest for murder.

- Excuse me?
- You heard me.

- What?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Murder?
- Hey, stop!

- What is...
- Dad!

Well, at least
you told the truth

about having a demanding job.

What am I doing here?

Grieving.

You know, I know what it's
like to lose a spouse,

to lose the person that
you loved the most,

who deserved so much
more out of life.

And they just get
ripped away from you.

So now, all you can
do is really just

hold on to every
little piece of them,

no matter what it costs.

I'm sorry for your loss.

But this empathetic
act won't work.

I already know you're a liar.

- You'll never get her back.
- I know that.

But you try anyway.

These women came
to you for help,

but you didn't like their
lifestyle choices, right?

So you try to
change their minds.

You make them look
like your wife, Darcy.

Try to get them to
be more like her.

And when it didn't
work, you killed them

for what they wanted.

No, no, that is
absolutely not true!

All of these women
were at your practice.

That's a coincidence.

Your obsidian scalpel was a
match for the murder weapon.

Triazolam, your drug of choice,

were found on all three victims.

No, the triazolam was
ordered by accident.

I was just trying to use it up.

And I didn't even notice
that a scalpel was missing.

Where are you holding
Hannah Resella?

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

I'm not who you're looking for.

- I'm a doctor.
- You're a murderer!

You don't agree with
my values, fine.

But I would never
harm a patient,

certainly not in Darcy's name!

I took an oath like you.

Please, run my prints, my DNA.

There's not a lawyer here
because I have nothing to hide.

I mean, Doc's got me convinced.

You think he's putting
on a show, or...

It's a strong possibility
we have the nexus right.

But maybe we have
the suspect wrong?

The profile also
fits his son, Josh.

Maybe he's trying to work
through his unresolved issues

with his mother, trying
to bring her back

in a way, maybe...

Wait, fingerprint analysis

just finished their
reconstruction.

Dr. Marion isn't a match.

But the high bridge
density of the full print

suggests we're looking
for a female killer.

How many females we got
working at the practice?

All right, employer records
show two part-time nurses.

Cross-referencing
their time cards

with victim consultations,

neither of them had interactions

with all four victims.

What about the receptionist?

Josh called her Hope.

I'm not seeing her name
in the employee files.

You think a
receptionist would have

the medical expertise

to pull off something like this?

Weekly bank transfers
from Dr. Marion

to a Hope Adkins.

Looks like he's paying
her under the table.

- Where do we find her?
- Phone's off, can't track it.

But I'll send you the
last known address.

It's Hooper Street,
Williamsburg.

Kitchen's clear.

- We're clear.
- Clear.

Are those organs?

I think so.

This is from an animal, right?

No, I don't think they are.

All right, where are we
with Hope Adkins' location?

I'm scrubbing her laptop.

No leads yet,
unless you consider

a treasure trove of Julia
Child recipes leads.

I'm firmly a takeout girl.

But we do have
her basic history.

Hope Adkins grew up in
poverty to a single mom.

Community college
in Steuben County

but was expelled six
months in for attacking

a female professor
of Women's Studies.

Jail time?

No, did a stint at a
psychiatric hospital.

Afterward, bounced around

from one minimum
wage job to another.

Not an easy life.

Have we figured out her
connection to the Marions yet?

Yes, I think I have.

I went back through Darcy
Marion's trad wife posts.

I found one unique
profile that commented

on every single one, @tradfan28.

The profile is completely blank,

but the IP address
linked to the account

came from Steuben County.

- It's pretty thin.
- I know.

But check out these comments.

"You're so blessed.

Dr. Marion is the
perfect breadwinner."

"What a hunk. I wish
I had your life."

If this was Hope, she was
fixated on Dr. Marion.

It's severe
personality disorder.

She was convinced he was the
solution to her problems,

likely stalked him,
sought out a job

at his clinic to get close,

probably pursued a
relationship with him, so...

He might know where
Hope is hiding.

Oh, good Lord.

Hope? Are you sure?

Uh, I hired her
after my wife died.

I was in mourning, you
have to understand, and...

A pretty, young girl
walked into your office.

Well, it wouldn't be the
first time, would it?

It wouldn't, and
she worshipped you.

Her attention was flattering.

But I broke it off
six months ago.

How did she feel about that?

- She was sweet to me.
- She understood my reasons.

Which were?

Well, if I got
serious with someone,

I'd want children,
and Hope couldn't.

How could you
possibly know that?

Well, I'm her gynecologist.

Oh.

When Dr. Marion rejected Hope
for not being able to conceive,

she turned her anger on women

who were choosing sterilization.

If this were a one-off,
we'd call that motive,

but in the case of a serial
offender like Hope Adkins...

- It's a precipitating event.
- Gold star.

Unfortunately, it
doesn't get us any closer

to finding Hannah Resella.

Maybe this does.

It looks like videos
of the victims

on Hope's laptop.

Trophies, I guess.

All of them are like this.

Making bread from scratch
for your husband and children

is a basic way to
say, "I love you."

Oh, and it's fun.

Better than girlbossing

for a job that
won't love you back.

Have your husband
bring home the bacon.

You can cook it.

It's like a twisted screen test,

seeing if they can live up
to the image of Darcy Marion.

And when they fail...

Look at the background.

That's not her apartment.

Or Dr. Marion's.

Wherever it is, this is where
Hope is holding the victims.

Hannah too.

You guys hear all those
birds in the background

of these videos?

What if we run the sound

through that bird
watcher app Kelly loves?

Two different
birds identified...

the white-throated sparrow...

- It's too common.
- They're everywhere.

- You're a bird guy.
- Farm family.

And the palm warbler,

native to the
Adirondack wetlands,

and in breeding season,
congregate around Barnum Bog.

We got to narrow this down.

I'll check her family's
property records.

OK, onto something.

Hope Adkins' mother remarried
ten years ago, became Purnell.

Saranac Lake PD investigated

Hope's stepfather's
death as a suicide.

Address is listed
as 267 Maple Lane.

Hope is here.

Hopefully with Hannah.

Everyone, stack on the house.

Set.

Move, move, move!

Hannah!

She's got to be in the basement.

- Here!
- Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Hannah, we're the FBI.

Send an ambo to our location.

You're safe now.

Stay with us, OK, Hannah?

You're going to be OK.
Help is on the way.

We need trauma dressing
down here ASAP.

Maggie, she's in the wind.

SWAT, be advised,

suspect has fled into the woods.

Secure the perimeter
and the vehicle

in case she comes back.

Which way?

Maggie, I got something.

Yeah, so do I.

OK, she's trying
to throw us off.

Well, she can't be far.

OK, let's split up.

Hey.

Hope, you need to
put the knife down.

It's the only way you're
walking out of here.

It's not the only way.

Put down the knife.

I'm so tired.

Those pretty girls,

their lives were
just exhausting.

No security.

And you're just
trying to help them.

Yes. They have a gift.

I tried to show
them that. I tried!

But they couldn't be saved.

They didn't deserve
what they had.

And their gift is being
able to have children.

That's what women do!

They weren't broken!

So now you're taking your
anger out on the women

who are choosing infertility?

You don't understand.

Hope, you need to put
down the knife right now.

No.

I can help you.

No one's ever helped
me a day in my life.

I've never been enough.

Having your own
children doesn't dictate

whether you are enough.

You're just like them.

- Hey, bug.
- Hi.

- How are you doing?
- Good.

All right, can you go
upstairs, get cleaned up?

- Mm-hmm.
- Thanks.

See you, kiddo.

Homework is in the outer folder.

- OK.
- The water bottle is in there.

Great.

Kevin, can I talk
to you for a second?

Yeah, of course.

It's about Ella's routine.

What if she did stay
with you, full-time?

I think it's what's
best for her.

Hey, we can figure it out.

I love Ella, and I love Jess,

and I really wanted
to be able to do this,

but if I keep Ella, I'm
putting her in harm's way.

I can't do that.

OK, whatever time you need.

You know we love Ella.

We're always here for you.

Let's talk about
it more tomorrow.

OK.

Why are we having
ice cream for dinner?

If you don't want it,

I can make you some fish sticks.

Ew, gross.

I'm kidding.

We don't have fish sticks.

When have I ever
given you fish sticks?

Sometimes, you just have
one of those days where...

you need ice cream for dinner.

And today was one of those days?

Yeah.

You want some more fudge?

No thanks.

I'm good.