(groaning softly)
Oh, God.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
(classical piano playing)
Hello?
Anybody?!
Let me out!
(crying):
Why are you doing this?
Please!
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Our missing sailor
is Lindsey Kirk.
Petty officer out
of Belle Chasse.
NOPD responded
to a domestic disturbance
in her apartment
a few nights ago.
Cops went in.
No one home.
Didn't see signs
of forced entry.
Figured she was out of town
and left it alone.
What's changed?
LASALLE: Petty Officer Kirk
hasn't reported to duty
two days running.
C.O. got concerned.
What else do we know?
GREGORIO: Question is,
what are you still doing
at NCIS when you're
supposed to be scarce?
What are you talking about?
I'm, uh--
I'm hands-free,
I'm crossing the Twin Span...
Because I could hear
the sax player on St. Ann Street
through the phone.
(saxophone playing
in background)
You ever consider a career
as a detective?
Look, I just got a late start,
I'm packing now.
And considering coming here
before you leave?
Well, if you think you need me.
No, I think we need
for you to go.
Okay, just
make sure you check
the NamUs database,
alert state troopers...
LASALLE:
And call
the sheriff's office.
We got this.
You got to go.
Okay? Work-life balance.
This is good for your sanity,
Pride.
Hey, the marlin are running.
Try and have fun out there.
Yeah, I know,
it's just hard
when you got a case.
GREGORIO: Father-daughter
fishing trip requires
both father and daughter.
Now get.
Okay, but if you need me,
you know that you...
(beep)
Hello...
Hello? Can you hear me?
What?
Well,
you think Pride's
really gonna give up his badge
for a fishing pole
and a daiquiri?
Yeah, I just think he needs
a little tough love to do it.
(scoffs)
Look,
I've worked with Pride for a
long time, all right, Gregorio?
I've seen him miss birthdays,
anniversaries, you name it.
"Vacation" is not
in his vocabulary.
People change, Lasalle.
Yeah. We'll see about that.
PRIDE:
Oh, hell.
I left my tackle box
up in the room.
Can you get it, Sebastian, for me?
SEBASTIAN: Yeah.
- It's in the corner, by the desk.
- I got it.
What's up, Roy?
You have a visitor.
PRIDE:
Hello?
(chuckles softly)
You just
light up a room,
Dwayne Pride.
Man, it is so good
to see you.
(chuckles)
You want to tell
your bodyguard
I'm cool?
I'm sorry, d-do we
know each other?
(chuckles)
Martha Roberts.
We spent a long,
rainy evening together
in the back room
of the criminal
district court.
June, ?
We did?
Sure.
I'll never forget it.
You, me,
Judge Tarlington,
and some of the most
scintillating secret testimony
about organized crime
I have ever had
the honor to hear.
(chuckles)
Yeah, well, Martha, um,
I'm glad to see you again.
I'd love to catch up,
but I'm afraid I have to run.
No, no, no, no. I didn't--
I didn't come to swap old w*r
stories, I'm here about a case.
Seems the fates
have brought
mentor and mentee
back together again.
Tell me things
about Lindsey Kirk.
How do you know about
Petty Officer Kirk?
Name came
across the police scanner.
I'm thinking
she's Mr. Lonesome's
latest victim.
Mister who?
Mr. Lonesome.
That's what I call him.
Sadistic serial k*ller,
been taking women across
Louisiana for a decade.
And Mr. Lonesome
is my white whale.
That's one of the reasons
I gave up my typing gig.
So I could focus
on him full-time.
PATTON:
Pride.
Seriously. You have to go.
I know.
I was just catching up with...
Martha Roberts? (scoffs)
I've been reading about you
on crime blogs ever since
you pushed that LSP trooper
into Bayou Sauvage.
That...
story was blown
way out of proportion.
PATTON:
No, I remember that.
An officer nearly
got eaten by a gator.
First of all,
she was very rude to me.
Secondly,
that gator was tiny.
No way it could have eaten her.
Can we please
talk about Lindsey Kirk?
I tell you what, why--
why don't we just
set you up back here, okay?
Have a seat.
And...
Forensic Agent Lund
will sit down with you.
Go over everything
you've got on Lindsey Kirk.
- Come on now.
Don't do that.
Do what?
Patronize me, dismiss me.
This isn't my first rodeo.
No one's dismissing you, Martha.
Good. Because we're close.
We can put the pieces together.
You and me.
Blow the case wide open.
Find your girl.
Catch a k*ller.
That sounds great.
Unfortunately,
I can't stay.
But someone on my team will...
No.
No! Not someone
on your team.
You, Dwayne.
I need it to be you.
I'm afraid that's
not gonna happen, Martha.
I'll show myself out.
Anybody want to explain
what that was?
Hurricane Martha.
Category on
the crazy cat-lady scale.
I wasn't aware that
you two were so close.
We're not.
Still...
Still nothing.
Look, you got to
hit the road, man.
Leave the criminals
and the crazies to us.
Come on.
GREGORIO:
Christopher?
LASALLE: Yeah?
Sebastian just sent me
the download on Lindsey.
Lines up with what
the neighbor said.
Lindsey went from foster home
to foster home.
Couple run-ins
with the law.
All misdemeanors.
Dropped off the map for a while
until she was .
Enlisted in the Navy.
Yeah, well, maybe she
dropped off the map again.
I mean, look.
No clothes, no shoes,
no toothbrush,
I mean, even the picture frames
is gone off the wall.
Maybe she took off with
her mystery Romeo and went UA.
You know, love will make you
do some crazy things.
Yeah, well,
it says here Lindsey finished
top of her seaman recruit class.
Got high marks on evals.
She had a career here.
Something just
doesn't fit.
Yeah, that
doesn't either.
Look at that.
Looks like it was dragged over.
(grunts)
Now, based on
those impact marks,
looks like somebody
was thrown into it.
A footprint.
Looks like a tactical boot.
Glass particulates.
A fight went down here.
And somebody moved
this hutch over to cover it up.
Give me the BlueStar, please.
(nozzle spraying)
Blood splatter.
Maybe Lindsey didn't drop
off the map after all.
Which means,
if she wasn't k*lled...
She was taken.
(over recording):
Hey, this is Laurel.
Please leave me a message.
PRIDE:
Laurel,
you can leave the motion
sickness patch at home.
Water's glassy,
conditions are perfect.
Just drive down here,
take your time, be safe,
and I'll have the boat prepped
and ready when you get here.
See you soon. Love you.
All right.
(groaning)
Time to learn things,
Agent Pride.
(grunting softly)
You sleep very peacefully,
Dwayne.
Like a baby.
What?!
Went straight
through the night.
Of course that could have been
the... (imitates Taser buzzing)
Anyway,
I'm glad you're awake.
Drink up.
What is this, Martha?
Swamp grass,
sow thistle,
and newt's blood.
High-octane
gator fuel.
- Goes down rough,
- No.
but it'll give you energy.
No, no, I'm talking
about the...
No.
(sputters)
(coughing)
No.
I mean kidnapping me.
I wouldn't call it kidnapping.
(coughs)
No?
You att*cked me with
a Taser, I'm tied up.
I-- that doesn't look like
the Gulf out there anymo...
We could nitpick
the details all day long.
But the important thing
is you're here.
We have work to do.
You need to
think about this.
(panting)
People are gonna be
looking for me.
No one's looking
for you, Dwayne.
You're on
a father-daughter weekend.
And if you're thinking
about Laurel, don't.
What did you do to my daughter?
What did you do?!
Whoa! Relax.
Didn't do anything.
Just texted her
you were on a case
and that the weekend
was canceled.
She didn't seem too su...
You had no right!
I can't believe
she's in college!
The last time I saw her,
she was just a kid.
You had just busted that
trafficking ring in LaPlace.
Parish president
gave you a commendation.
I have a copy of that
here somewhere.
Why do you have this stuff?
Aw.
You're my mentor.
No, we-we don't know each other.
I know you inside
and out, Dwayne.
You stand up for people
who can't stand
for themselves.
That's why you're here.
To bring these girls...
...justice.
Look, I'm gonna
give you a chance.
All right, you let me
go right now, okay,
and I won't bring you up
on federal kidnapping charges.
I am not a damn kidnapper!
That's Mr. Lonesome's gig.
And the longer
you stall,
the longer that
poor girl Lindsey
has to suffer at his hands.
(phone beeping)
Looks like you got a text.
At least someone's
taking this seriously.
Texted Agent Lasalle
for an update.
He's following up
on Lindsey's last call
before she disappeared.
Some kind of help line.
You can't do this, Martha.
Not alone-- that's
why you're here.
We are gonna save Lindsey Kirk.
Patton dumped
Lindsey's cell.
Eight calls to
HelpLine NOLA
in the past few days.
It's a support group
that helps
foster kids
and runaways.
Figure the operators might know
what's been going on
in Lindsey's life
before she was taken.
Yeah, which will help us
get one step closer
to finding out who's
behind all this.
Yeah.
(phone chimes)
That's Pride.
Wants us to give
him an update
after we're done here.
You've been updating him?
Of course I have.
Look, it's k*lling Pride
not being here with us.
Our smart money said he's
on his way back as we speak.
Meh, not this time.
How long you been
working with him?
Long enough to know that
he's changed since last year.
You want to bet?
Yes.
- All right, Pride comes back early...
- Right.
...the next time we
watch your Yankees,
you wear a Big Papi jersey.
Okay, okay.
Or when Pride doesn't
come back, because he won't,
you got to paint your face
purple and gold
for the next LSU game.
It's on like Donkey Kong.
MARTHA:
Lindsey Kirk.
Brown hair, blue eyes,
no family.
No one who gives a crap
about her at all.
Just Mr. Lonesome's type.
That's what makes these girls
perfect targets.
No one... no one cares.
No one will miss 'em.
Except you.
You're the only one
who sees a pattern here.
I'm not delusional, Dwayne.
I see a pattern because
there is a pattern.
Okay.
It's a replica.
The Truck Stop Chopper
used one exactly like it
to take out his victims.
Amazing what you can buy
off eBay.
Yeah, to catch K*llers,
you got to understand
what's going on in their minds,
you got to study their tools,
step into their shoes.
So you got ten
missing girls.
You believe they were
all abducted and m*rder*d
by a serial k*ller,
and yet not one shred
of hard evidence.
You're looking at the evidence
covering every inch
of this wall.
It's just speculation.
High school photos, eye color--
coincidence,
conjecture.
You're driving me nuts, dude!
You think I would go to all the
trouble of getting you out here
if I didn't have the juice
to back it up?
Okay, Martha,
you got my attention.
MAN:
This is Taylor Price.
he's the one that
spoke with Lindsey
the night she disappeared.
And every other night.
She was a regular.
- Was something bothering her?
- Well, sure-- adulthood.
Most of the young people
that we deal with here
are used to being
on their own, untethered.
They have no real connection,
and when times get tough,
they pull up stakes and move on.
Right.
Well, unfortunately,
we don't think she ran.
We think she was taken.
You don't seem surprised.
Honestly, I'm not.
Lindsey was
freaked out recently.
She was almost sure
she had a stalker.
Stalker?
Yeah. A couple
of weeks back,
she got the feeling like
she was being watched.
I figured she was just
being paranoid.
Living alone can do that to you.
But then it got weird.
Someone kept leaving
gifts for her.
Old books, flowers.
Romantic stuff.
Did she call the cops?
And say what?
It's not against the law
to give presents.
That's why Lindsey
was calling us so often.
She needed somebody to listen.
Well, did she give
you any details about
who might be
watching her, or...
The guy was like a ghost.
And by the end of the night,
she had half-convinced herself
that she made
the whole thing up.
I guess she didn't
make it up after all.
Police paid no attention
to these disappearances,
but I did.
I managed to run a cross-case
evidence analysis
at each apartment.
What do you see?
Uh, Renaissance art books.
Huh?
Uh, exotic flowers.
Sundials?
MARTHA: These girls are
all undereducated, broke.
How is it that all of
'em share an interest
in classical art
and ancient timepieces?
You want to tell me
things about those pills?
The pills are nothing,
not connected.
Stay on point here.
Okay.
It's unlikely that these girls
have these same interests
in common.
Someone had to give 'em
these gifts.
Mr. Lonesome plays
secret admirer,
showers 'em with gifts
before he takes 'em.
- Follow the gifts, you find your k*ller.
- Oh, yes.
Now you understand.
Now you see.
Yes. Okay.
So... we need to reach
out to my team.
See if Lindsey had any
of these same items
in her apartment--
pull forensics.
- Learn things, yes.
-Yes, give me my phone.
- Okay?
- No, no, no. I-I got this.
Martha, I-I want to help you,
I do, but
between being tased
and... and whatever
you gave me to knock me out...
Valerian root.
I'm still feeling kind of fuzzy.
Give me a holler
if your team texts.
Find anything
on Lindsey's stalker?
No, ran the whole
apartment for trace.
No DNA other
than Lindsey's,
but I did find
a strange residue
on that boot print
that you guys found.
Pyrethrum.
It's an organic insecticide
used for crop dusting.
We find out where
the stalker tracked it in from,
we might be able to
find his location.
Only problem is it's used
on over farms
in Louisiana alone.
It's gonna take forever
to narrow it down.
LASALLE:
Pride sent me a text.
He got a tip from
a law enforcement buddy.
"Check Lindsey's apartment
for a book on Renaissance art,
sundial, and exotic flowers."
Pride's buddy's
onto something.
LASALLE: Well, you mean
Pride's onto something.
He must be working the case
from Gulf Shores, which means
New York here just earned
herself a Red Sox jersey.
Un, no, not until I see him walk
through that door I haven't.
Besides, this stuff doesn't
get us any closer
to finding Lindsey
or the stalker.
That's not entirely true.
The Madagascar jasmine,
that's...
that's promising.
Let's see, yeah.
Pyrethrum isn't just
used on crops.
It's also used
on exotic flowers.
Patton, can you search for
for Southern Louisiana
specialty nurseries, ones
that deal in exotic flora?
I'm on it.
Rare Earth Nursery
on the West Bank.
But it went under last year.
That doesn't mean
that the greenhouses
still aren't functioning.
Stalker tracked in
the pesticide.
There's a good chance that
he's growing those flowers
out there himself.
Well, there's only one way
to find out.
LASALLE: Doesn't seem like
there's been any activity
in here in a while.
Not so sure
about that.
Madagascar jasmine, just
like we found at Lindsey's.
This type of flower requires
a lot of attention.
I'm talking, like,
daily care.
Whoever raised this
was here recently.
GREGORIO: Guys, I'm in the nursery,
come check this out.
What you got?
See that?
Marks from a door
that's not there.
Oh, it's there, it's just
been bricked over.
I mean, look around,
look at these bricks.
They're older
than I am.
But this wall...
Looks like it's
just been laid.
Yeah.
Maybe something's back there.
(Lasalle grunting)
I see something.
Call an ambulance.
(breathing heavily):
Come on. Come on.
(groans)
Totally knew you'd try that,
Dwayne.
Signal jammer.
Has to be off to send
or receive messages.
All you had to do was wait
for your yerba maté,
but you took the bait.
(device beeps)
It's true what they say.
Never meet your heroes.
They'll only disappoint.
One new message.
Oh.
Let's see what Agent Lasalle
has to say.
(shuddering)
You wanted a body?!
I gave you a body!
You will not doubt me again!
WADE:
Same height, eye color.
Even the same bone structure
as Lindsey, but it's not her.
Who is she?
Jane Doe, until someone
comes to I.D. her.
I ran her DNA,
fingerprints,
even checked NamUs--
she's not in the system.
Means Lindsey's still out there.
Get cause of death?
Judging by the veins,
the cyanosis of the skin,
it appears she d*ed
of asphyxiation.
So the sicko
that put her
in a brick box
made it airtight?
That's what it looks like,
Any idea how long
she's been dead?
It's difficult to say.
The lack of oxygen
in the room
preserved her body,
but seeing how rapidly
her organs deteriorated,
she could conceivably
have been dead
weeks, longer even.
And who knows how long
she's been in there before that?
The room had a bed,
sink, toilet,
water, even food.
This was premeditated,
sadistic,
ex*cuted with precision.
We're dealing
with a serial k*ller here.
Yeah, Lindsey could
be our next victim
if we don't find her before
the psycho traps her in a box.
Bet's off. We need all hands on deck.
I'm calling Pride.
- Call him.
- Yeah, well, you're not gonna get him.
I've been trying his cell
ever since we found the body.
Keeps going straight
to voice mail.
Well, he's probably
on the water with Laurel.
There's no service in the Gulf.
Well, that's what I thought,
too,
until I actually spoke
to Laurel.
She's not with her father.
She said that Pride
canceled on her last minute,
told her he was working
a case with us.
No, something's off.
My feelings exactly.
MARTHA:
Don't be a wiggle worm, Dwayne.
Only make things worse.
(groaning)
Why are you so sure that...
the body isn't Lindsey?
Lindsey is his latest prize.
He's invested
time and money.
Grown the flowers,
built the sundial.
Built her
a damn secret room.
Why k*ll her so soon,
is that it?
Mm-hmm. Mr. Lonesome
is playing savior
to these girls.
Needs to give her a chance
to redeem herself
in the proper way
before he cuts bait.
Now, back
to these stitches.
Wait.
Wait.
Hey, Dwayne.
You have faced death
how many times?
I can't believe you're scared
of a little needle.
No, listen, listen.
I think I know who the
victim in the photo is.
She's right there on your wall.
Second from the top,
on the left.
Pull the crime scene photo
up on my phone.
See if the sequins on the dress
match the red dress
on the wall.
MARTHA:
Holy moly.
Oh, my God.
That's Shelley Wright.
Runaway from Baton Rouge.
Went missing nine months ago.
Oh.
(winces)
I knew you were
here for a reason.
Come off it, Martha.
I know walls
like this firsthand.
You know every inch
of every photo on it,
and if you weren't
so focused on sewing me up,
you would've seen it, too.
Maybe.
Maybe not. Point is,
we got a good thing going here.
- No, the point is
you've got me caged like one
of Mr. Lonesome's victims
and you have me playing
your little game.
There is no game.
This is life and
death, Dwayne.
I thought you
would understand.
Every case you have
ever worked on,
you always see something
that no one else sees.
Yeah, you know
what I see right now?
All around this cabin?
Gifts from the kidnapper
to the girls.
That's what you
call 'em, right?
Right. Those are research.
You know every detail
of Mr. Lonesome's M.O.
Things no one else could know
but the k*ller.
I'm methodical.
You're obsessed,
which makes sense,
considering the meds you're on.
Olanzapine is
an antipsychotic.
Shows what you know.
- I have been off the pills for weeks.
- Exactly, Martha,
which makes you
unstable and dangerous
to yourself, to others.
No!
You don't understand.
The medicine makes me fuzzy,
and I was getting really close
to a breakthrough.
I needed a clear head.
You call this thinking clearly?
You kidnapped me
just like your k*ller.
I'm starting to wonder what
makes you different from him,
if anything at all.
(crying):
You think I'm Mr. Lonesome?
Well, let me tell
you something!
If I was, you'd be in deep
trouble, more than you know!
(screams)
(crying):
I did this all for nothing!
(shouts)
You ruined everything,
everything!
PATTON: Can't get a trace on
Pride's phone.
Something is blocking it.
But I ran his car GPS.
I found it parked near the boat
he rented in Gulf Shores.
I'm pulling traffic cams now
from when he arrived yesterday.
Can you blow that up?
That's Hurricane Martha.
Crazy lady you said was at
the squad room yesterday?
Crazy lady that was
mucho obsessed with Pride.
Yeah, and psycho obsessed
with Lindsey's disappearance.
She got awfully pissy
when he wouldn't listen to her.
So, what, y'all think
she kidnapped Pride
because he hurt her feelings?
That seems a little extreme.
PATTON:
Yeah, for a sane person,
but according to our records,
she's anything but.
Well, she suffers from OCD,
severe bipolar
depressive disorder,
and a history of v*olence.
PATTON:
Charges for harassment,
aggravated as*ault, stalking.
- This lady's seriously dangerous.
- Okay, all right.
Did you, did you ping
his last text location?
I mean, I know that
we can't track his phone,
but that could get us close.
PATTON:
I have my systems scanning.
Let me see if we got a hit.
Bingo.
Came from a cell tower
deep in the sticks
near Pearl River.
Nothing out there but swamp
and a handful of cabins.
Fewer doors we have to
kick in to find Pride.
Let's ride.
Go learn something.
MARTHA:
All I've ever done
is try to follow
your path, Dwayne.
Be smart.
Study the details.
Look out for the little guy.
And this is my reward.
You call me a k*ller.
You're not thinking straight.
Can't afford to
think straight
with nine girls dead
and one still out there.
PRIDE: Collecting their jewelry,
their hair,
personal belongings.
How does that help you
find them?
It doesn't.
Obviously.
But no one listens to me.
No one cares.
It's all I could do
to keep their memories alive.
Why?
Why risk everything
by grabbing me?
Why does it matter
to you so much?
'Cause I know what it's like
to be forgotten,
just like them.
(sniffles)
They deserve
better than this.
I agree, Martha.
They really do.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Martha, let me help you.
Don't you move.
Come on, Martha.
You can trust me.
(door breaks)
NCIS, drop the w*apon!
No, no, wait.
What are you doing, Pride?
I'm trying to save Lindsey,
and I think Martha can help.
m*rder weapons, locks
of hair, crazy wall.
The girl is certifiable.
BTK, Son of Sam,
Green River k*ller,
all had similar levels
of obsession.
Well, it still doesn't explain
why she took me.
Well, maybe she's like
the Zodiac, wanted to brag.
I don't know. I leaned on
her pretty hard in there.
She said she'd rather die
than give up
on those girls.
That's not sadism.
That's empathy.
Uh, woman tased you, b*at you,
tied you up and stuck you
with a needle.
I'm not seeing a lot of love
for humanity here.
I know she's disturbed,
just not in the way
you're saying.
King, she tried to split you
in two with a hatchet.
Pretty sure she wasn't gonna.
Pretty sure, huh? Starting
to think that head wound
is a little worse than we thought.
- All right, guys, sorry.
We-we can debate this all day,
but we don't have time.
I just ran some calculations,
and if Lindsey has been
sealed in a room
that's roughly the same
dimensions as Shelley's,
she doesn't have long to live.
She could be dead by nightfall.
Yeah, and we still
don't have any leads.
We don't, but Martha does.
PRIDE: Every minute that goes by
is a minute less for Lindsey.
That's what I've been
telling you.
My team is convinced
you're responsible
for her abduction.
Yeah, I can see it
on their faces.
What do you think, Dwayne?
You nearly k*lled me
trying to get my attention,
and it worked.
Why are you so fixated
on these missing girls?
You wouldn't understand.
Martha, you've studied me.
You know the things I've
done to get justice.
Why don't you try me?
First time I was committed,
I was .
My mom was done
trying to deal with me.
She put me
in a state hospital.
They locked me
in an isolation room.
Complete sensory deprivation.
You have any idea
what that does to a person?
I can't imagine.
I was a little girl.
I-I needed comforting.
I needed reassurance,
but they...
they threw me away.
You know, out of sight,
out of mind.
Like Lindsey and the others.
MARTHA:
Misfits, runaways.
No one cared
they were hurting.
No one noticed they were gone.
But you did.
They deserve justice
just like anyone else.
I am really sorry
that I hurt you, Dwayne,
but I am not sorry
I got your attention.
We're gonna get Lindsey back.
And you're gonna help.
Mr. Lonesome has a type.
We know that much.
What we don't know is how or
where he finds his victims.
Well, the one link we have
is Shelley Wright,
last girl taken before Lindsey.
Sealed in a secret room in
an abandoned greenhouse.
LASALLE:
We find any overlap
between Shelley and Lindsey,
we narrow in on our k*ller.
(Martha laughs)
It's like a master class
in sleuthing.
Is it really
necessary she's here?
What exactly do you have
against me, New York?
For starters,
that you creepily know
my nickname.
Plus, you b*at the
crap out of our boss.
Okay, so what do we know
about Shelley?
SEBASTIAN: Well, according
to Martha's Intel,
she ran away from home
when she was .
Ended up in Baton Rouge.
Waitress by day,
community college student
by night.
And she was abducted on
the night of January ,
from her apartment,
gone without a trace.
MARTHA:
That's Mr. Lonesome.
He slips in and out
without being seen.
Knows everything
about these girls,
like he's supernatural.
No. He's not supernatural,
just a good listener.
According to Shelley's
phone records,
she made several calls
in the hours leading up
to her disappearance,
all to HelpLine Baton Rouge.
LASALLE:
Lindsey's last call
the night she was abducted
was to HelpLine NOLA.
More than just those two.
I scanned the call logs
of the other missing girls
on Martha's board.
HelpLine.
Lafayette, Shreveport,
Alexandria.
Think we know where Mr. Lonesome
is finding his victims.
Got to be someone with access
to their records.
Checking anyone who has worked
multiple call centers.
I see you.
GREGORIO:
Brian Davis,
the supervisor we spoke to
at HelpLine NOLA.
Right, and the only one
who worked
at all the call centers
in question.
I got his address.
We need to grab him now.
I'm coming with you.
Not a chance in hell.
Good idea.
I'll stay back,
man the phones.
Don't touch anything.
Right, okay. Good luck.
(exhales)
This place is like a fortress.
Yeah, it's probably where
the creep is keeping Lindsey.
Yeah. You two
search the grounds,
take the back, we got the front.
You come across Davis,
hold your fire.
If Lindsey's not here, he's the
only one who knows where she is.
- Go.
- Got it.
(hinges squeak)
(piano playing in distance)
(whispers):
You hear that?
(piano continues
playing in distance)
(piano playing nearby)
(quietly):
Here we go.
I found him.
Hands up.
I was just getting
to the best part.
(door closes)
Davis give up where
he's keeping Lindsey?
No, but he did thr*aten to
press charges against us
for unlawful entry.
Lasalle's giving
Davis another go,
but it doesn't look good.
You get anything solid
to connect him
to any of the victims?
Other than the fact that he
worked at every call center, no.
Man's house was covered
in evidence.
Sundials, exotic flowers,
old art.
All circumstantial.
Not enough to force
a confession yet.
Yeah, and every minute that goes
by could be Lindsey's last.
We don't get something
to turn the screws on him,
he's got no reason to talk.
No rational reason.
Time for the irrational.
Robyn Marcus.
You remember her?
No one forgets
their first.
The thrill of the hunt.
Satisfaction
that comes from conquest.
Expected her to be grateful,
didn't you?
But Robyn refused.
Just like Sarah.
Leyla.
Ashley.
What is this?
Some kind of
interrogation technique?
Good cop, crazy cop?
I'm not a cop.
PRIDE: She's a consultant.
Oh.
Trying to get to the truth here.
Well, the truth is I was a voice
on the phone to these girls.
MARTHA: And what
about all the gifts?
The books, sundials,
exotic flowers.
Gestures of kindness
in a cruel world.
So what?
No.
An attempt
to draw them in.
But they saw right through you,
didn't they?
They could tell right away
that you weren't worthy.
You failed them.
I didn't fail anyone. I...
Well, of course
you didn't, Davis.
I-I know, I know that.
Look, I am sorry, okay?
I get emotional.
I have spent my life
working this help line,
and trying to reach
out to people...
Give me a freaking break.
These girls come from nothing.
Okay? They're alone, and
I offered them a way out.
Oh, by abducting
and murdering them?
No.
By being there for them.
I get it. You were like
a safe harbor in a storm.
Precisely.
Think I'm gonna be sick.
Must be frustrating
when they won't accept
what's good for 'em.
It's a disappointment, for sure.
Still, you-you carry on.
No. Dwayne.
He is not a martyr,
these girls are.
You can't forget the girls.
Don't forget them,
you can't forget them.
Don't you see
that all of us want
what's best for those girls?
And if you can't
control yourself,
then you need
to step outside.
Do you understand, Martha?
Yes.
Apologies.
Martha
is very passionate.
And she's disappointed
about Lindsey.
People disappoint.
Lindsey disappoint?
Well, you can't save 'em all.
You have no idea
how hard I tried.
Doesn't matter
anymore.
I'm here and she's gone.
Maybe not.
(paper crinkles)
Look at her.
Shelley Wright, remember her?
We found her,
by the way.
How much time did
you have with Shelley
before she disappointed you?
Few weeks?
Months, maybe?
But...
he only had a couple
of days with Lindsey.
That's not enough time.
I don't think
he really had
a fair sh*t.
Are you saying that...
you would let me see her again?
Sure.
Sure, why not?
Why not? And this time
it'll be different,
because we'll be with you,
and you...
can show her
how you change.
She'll see that people
can change.
And all you really want to do
is help her.
You just have to show us
where she is.
(siren wailing)
Split up, split up, go.
GREGORIO:
Over here!
Freshly laid.
Airtight.
This is the spot.
(grunting)
Lindsey? Lindsey?
She's alive.
Okay.
Gonna be all right.
I got you.
- Okay?
- Come on, I got you.
(grunts)
You got-- go.
(grunting)
Got it?
(siren wailing)
You said I could see her.
You've seen her.
Get him out of here.
(siren wailing)
Is she...?
Alive.
At Ochsner Medical
getting treatment.
She's gonna be okay.
Martha?
Martha, you hear me?
We did it.
It's over.
Thanks to you.
I'm sorry about what went down
in interrogation.
I just saw...
A way in.
And you took it.
No apology necessary.
I-I should be
thanking you, Dwayne.
You got him to talk,
you saved Lindsey.
Well, it wouldn't have happened
without your Intel.
Intel isn't much good
if no one's listening.
I didn't have
much choice, did I?
I take it
an apology won't suffice?
It's a start,
but it's gonna take
a little more than that.
You kidnapped
a federal agent.
Sounds really bad
when you put it that way.
Yeah, well...
You need help.
I'm not going to a nut house.
No, you're not.
But you are gonna
get treatment.
No white rooms,
no sensory deprivation.
Just caring psychologists
and the right meds.
- Dwayne, I...
- No, listen, I...
I trusted you with this case;
time for you to trust me.
Can I keep my police scanner?
I joke.
Thank you... for listening.
Not many people
have done that for me.
You deserve a chance,
too, Martha.
And, hey, next time
you get a hot lead...
...try the phone first.
LASALLE:
Since Pride was technically
working the case all along,
I think this means, uh,
I won our little wager.
Um, he was being forced
to work the case.
Literally had a g*n to his head,
or at least an a*.
Listen, forget the bet, Lasalle.
Today we all lost.
How's that?
The one time we get Pride
to put his badge down
for some R&R, he gets kidnapped?
- Really?
- It's unlikely we're gonna get him
to leave the squad room
any time soon.
Any reason you two are staring?
Uh, no.
Just trying to figure out
what's going on here.
I'm going back down
to Gulf Shores.
Laurel's already on her way.
- Oh, father-daughter trip, it's...
- Still on.
Can't let work
stop you from living.
Or getting kidnapped.
Yeah, well, that...
that was a wake-up call.
That kind of obsession, well,
hit a little bit close to home.
So...
(drawer opens)
(chuckles)
Try not to burn down the place
while I'm away.