01x20 - I Am Many

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[SIMONE] Previously on
"The Rookie: Feds"...

[SIMONE] I just met your daughter.

- [SIMONE] She single?
- Very.

[CUTTY] You best slow that roll.

[SIMONE] 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.

Relationships are about timing.

And I guess this just isn't ours.

[ALARM BUZZES, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

♪♪

[ALARM BUZZES]

[CELL DOOR CLANKS]

♪♪

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

Guess that makes you special.

[ALARM BUZZES]

[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.]

Hands where I can see them.

Move and I'll mace you in the face.

♪♪

[ALARM BUZZES]

[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.]

♪♪

Matthew.

You look good.

Yeah, well, you don't.

And you're gonna look
even worse in hours.

Or better. Who knows?

Maybe death will suit me.

Lethal injection suits no one, Foster.

It tears your insides apart.

Still, there is a certain solace,

knowing when you're going to die.

The day, the exact time. [CHUCKLES]

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?

[SIGHS] It's :.

: on the West Coast.

Which means...

they haven't happened.

Yet.

♪♪

years ago, I had a great purpose.

But I was too proud...

Proud? You k*lled people
with anthr*x 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.

[CHUCKLES] Not God.

His opposite.

[BEEPING]

[GARZA] Let's just cut right to
the chase. What have you done?

[GAS HISSING]

I have waited decades for this moment.

I always felt alone in my existence.

- [COUGHING]
- A lone and lonely man

lashing out against the corrupt.

- [SCREAMING]
- [FOSTER] But the darkness...

Darkness has shown me that I am

but a drop of water in a vast river.

Only as one can we destroy.

So you're working with someone
on the outside?

Someone?

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

No, no, no, no, Matthew.

I. Am. Many.

[COUGHING]

Ooh.

[SIGHS]

♪ Da da da Dee Dee, Ba da Dee ♪

♪ La da, da da da Dee ♪

Okay, 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.

Okay.

[LAUGHS] Now, Babygirl,
I'm too old for shame.

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

- [CUTTY LAUGHS]
- You and Ms. Ruth

have been spending a lot of time
together lately.

I told her I love her.

Daddy, is that the first time
you said that since Mama d*ed?

And you said you would
never find love again.

Ah! Look at God! Won't he do it?

[CHUCKLES] 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.

You... I will miss you. I-I will.

But [CHUCKLES] you will be
right up the street

and you can visit anytime.

Okay. Let's slow down
your roll, Babygirl.

[CHUCKLES] The house... Not yours yet.

We're 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 okay.

I mean, our parents are in love,

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

Probably.

- [BRENDON] 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.

[CHUCKLES] What?

You're a-a landlord?

And you said "properties"?
As in, 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. Um...

Speaking of which, I, um, hope
this isn't a romance k*ller.

But I got a Google alert, uh,

from one of those dumb gossip sites,

and, uh...

Well, there you go.

- Is that a photo of us...
- Mm-hmm.

From dinner last night?

- On the Internet?
- Yeah.

[CLEARS THROAT]

"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, y-you're not upset?

I don't love it.

But I know what I signed on for
with you.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

There's a t*rror1st att*ck
in San Francisco.

Wheels up in .

- Oh. Yeah.
- Good luck.

Uh, no. You're coming with us.

[GARZA] The drone was piloted
into the boardroom

of a San Francisco hedge fund.

It released some kind of
unknown poisonous gas,

k*lling six people almost instantly.

Sounds like a biological w*apon.

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 att*ck?

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
ex*cuted tomorrow night,

and apparently, he's not going quietly.

Somehow he managed
to put this att*ck in motion,

even though he lives under a microscope.

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, okay?

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.

[ALARM BUZZES]

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 m*rder

from solitary confinement, okay?

The rest is just a distraction.

Yes, sir.

I'm not looking for magic,
and I'm not expecting a miracle, okay?

Foster is 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.

♪♪

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

How'd they get the drone
inside the building?

Scrubbing surveillance footage now,
but we're thinking loading bay.

Take a pretty skilled pilot

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

Assume nothing.

The pilot could work here
or posed 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 att*ck
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 g*nshots.

But you do.

I'm a forensic biologist.

If I can stop more people
from ending up like them,

I'm going to do it.

Let's go.

Okay. Let's get you suited up.

[ALARM BUZZES, INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[MAN WHISTLES]

[LAUGHS MANIACALLY]

You alright, ma'am?

It takes more than bad manners
to spook me.

[GUARD] Open .

[ALARM BUZZES]

♪♪

Matthew tapped out already?

He had to get back to D.C.

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,

and he sent me to speak with you.

And what if I refuse to talk to you?

Hmm. 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 to say goodbye.

Am I right?

[RESPIRATOR HISSING]

♪♪

♪♪

Victims show signs of hypotension
with evident cyanosis.

♪♪

- [CLATTER]
- 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 tests will be conclusive,

but if I had to guess,

I would say the gas
was hydrogen cyanide.

[SIMONE] Six people are dead.

Was that more or less
than you were hoping for?

The number doesn't matter.

How they suffered does.

"Walk with the wise and become wise,

for a companion of fools suffers harm."

Proverbs :.

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.

[CARTER] What about the drone?
Any unique markings on it?

[ANTOINETTE] It's a factory model,

but the undercarriage has been modified

to hold a box with the 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."

[FAKE BREED'S "I DOMINATE"
PLAYS OVER HEADPHONES]

♪♪

Gotta push the button
if you want the ride, baby.

♪ Never trust a man
till you walk in his shoes ♪

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

♪ ...'cause I get those moves ♪

♪ Put your neck in my vise
and I break, punk ♪

Coming?

I'll get the next one.

Your loss.

♪ ...and you got one prayer ♪

♪ Take tiny breaths
'cause there's not much air ♪

♪ Dominate, dominate, yeah ♪

♪ Dominate, dominate, yeah ♪

[COUGHING]

♪ If you battle me,
then you might get rocked ♪

♪ Only one... ever left this room ♪

♪ I feel kinda strange
on my last boom, boom ♪

[PAINT CAN RATTLES]

[PAINT CAN HISSES]

♪ Break to the bait
till I felt one break ♪

♪ Dominate, dominate ♪

There was another att*ck.

Four people were k*lled
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.

[CARTER] No way our drone k*ller
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.

[SIMONE] 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...

[CELLPHONE VIBRATING]

on the crest of a tidal wave.

Mm-hmm.

[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.]

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, uh... I'm out of town,

and I don't think I can make it.

Surprise, surprise.

[SIGHS] 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.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

"The Birth of Corporate
Imperialism in the 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.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

[ANTOINETTE] I took the drone apart.

- Oh, hey.
- Every component is standard

except the gas disbursement rig.

- Okay.
- Unfortunately, it's a common item.

We're collecting sales records,

but the numbers are
already in the hundreds.

Okay.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Liar.

Uh, 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.

[CHUCKLES]
- They don't wonder. They dig.

And then they make up
all sorts of clickbait B.S.

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?
- [CHUCKLES]

Y-You never told me that.

And I'm not going to tell you now.

I have work to do.

[TELEPHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE]

[SIMONE] 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.

It was worth a sh*t, 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 them back!
- Hey! Come on, now!

♪♪

They're all messages
that have been blacked out.

Yeah, 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.

- Whoa!
- No! Wait!

We need a medic! Get a medic!

Listen up.

Foster is 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 d*ed.

But the prison sent us
the names of every person

that Campbell met

- or communicated with.
- [BEEPING]

I'll cross-reference it
with the list of drone-rig buyers

Antoinette gave us.

Bingo. There we go. Donald James.

Donald visited Campbell
in prison four occasions,

purchased drone components days ago.

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

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

I'm just getting home.

Nice work.

You, too.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

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

[SIGHS] Maybe the gas was a mistake.

It's just they d*ed in such agony.

Don't grieve the wicked.

[SIREN WAILING]

Something's wrong.

[TIRES SCREECH]

♪♪

FBI! Drop it!

[CELLPHONE CLATTERS]

♪♪

[LAURA] 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 them 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.

[ CHUCKLES DRYLY]

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'll
help us stop what's coming.

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

Nothing so far.

[LAURA] We know you're responsible

for the drone att*ck in San Francisco.

[BRENDON] 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.

- [CARTER] Stop him.
- [GURGLING]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

[GARZA] Cyanide eyewear.

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

Well, as the ranking agent,
Matt, 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 su1c1de pills.

I mean, come on.
Who the hell are these people?

True believers.

People who will k*ll without remorse,

who will die for a cause.

I mean, remember Foster's last message.

"From our deaths come life."

Okay, 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 att*cks.

Alright. 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.

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

- Oh, uh, no, actually.
- [SIMONE SIGHS]

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 so that I could...

To star in the direct-to-video sequel

of "The Hottie and the Nottie."

- Right.
- Yes, you mentioned that.

Okay, 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 Le lycée,

I was considered the best goalie
in the Ile-de-France.

[LAUGHS]

- Oh, you're a goalie.
- Ah.

'Cause there's the players and goalies.

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

Don't let the lab coat fool you.

Okay.

Name the time and the place,
I will destroy you.

Can't wait. Um, also, this, uh...

This, um, art theft thing?

You were... You were questioned, right?

Yes.

But only because my boyfriend René
was an international art thief.

Really?

And... And you didn't know anything?

Eh...

- 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 now I have work to do,
so you need to leave.

- Out. Out, out, out.
- Yeah. Alright.

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 in all ways.

Full in wisdom, perfect in beauty.

[BEEP]

You building a profile?

Yeah.
This guy is full of contradictions.

Re-interpreting the scripture
to fit his twisted need to m*rder.

But 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 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.

Okay. So what are you thinking?

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

- Just...
- [BEEP]

[FOSTER] Read your Bible.

The answers lie in First John :.

"We are certain we come from God

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

[VERONICA] And that's
of significance why?

Because even the Almighty knew

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

[CUTTY] They have a thing
with these bears,

and they just threw hairs.

[LAUGHTER]

- [DINA] That was a good one.
- Oh, yeah.

Whoo! Finally, you are here.

Yeah. Um, sorry I'm late.

I forgot we were getting
together tonight.

So you're late for a dinner
you forgot about?

Honey, she's here now.

- That's all that matters.
- [CUTTY] Oh, okay.

So, uh, we wanted
the four of us to get together

so we could, uh, 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.

[SCOFFS] I wouldn't call it messy.

I would.

I told you, my daughter's in denial.

- Mm-hmm. And mine is brooding.
- True.

Ready to go?

- Yep.
- Mm-hmm.

[SIMONE] Well, wait a minute.

I-I thought we were having
dinner together tonight.

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

[CHUCKLES]

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?

Ooh, yes. [LAUGHS] Oh!

[CUTTY AND RUTH LAUGH]

- [DOOR OPENS]
- [CUTTY] Good night.

[CUTTY] And, uh, don't wait up for us.

[DOOR CLOSES]

We just got straight up conned.

Straight up.

[SIGHS]

Are you okay?

You look like you've been through it.

And then some.

It's good to see you.

You, too.

[UP-TEMPO JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

I wish things had ended
differently between us.

They still can.

♪♪

We doing this?

[DOOR OPENS]

[THUD]

Daddy?

Daddy?

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[GASPS]

I. Am. Many.

[GASPS, BREATHES HEAVILY]

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.

Okay, 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... whew!

Don't need that.

Okay. She is a woman of mystery.

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

So instead of getting jealous, level up.

Be that for her.
Be unpredictable, unexpected.

- Okay. Level up. Got it.
- [KNOCK ON DOOR]

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 cr*ck it.

Yeah, but that could take days.

[GARZA] We only have hours.
And these att*cks are only gonna ramp up

until Foster's execution tonight.

Okay, 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 k*ller

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 M.O.

Let's rewatch that video.

And let's find the clues in his words.

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

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.

A-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.

Okay. So what's your gambit?

You're gonna go back at him
with strength.

Put him on the defense, is that right?

Yeah, and hope I can get
something out of him

to stop this next att*ck he's planning.

Okay, 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.

[ALARM BUZZES]

♪♪

[KEYS JINGLING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

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
loss 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 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 First John :.

"We are certain we come from God

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

[BEEP]

That has to be code of some kind.

Yeah, well, you do a simple
alphanumeric conversion

of First John :,

it's the address
of Foster's dark-web site.

[CARTER] Okay, so we're on
the right track.

We just need the password.

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

He said, "The answers lie
in First John :."

[TELEPHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE]

- Try typing in "Satan."
- Okay.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

No. That's not it.

Maybe it is. Change the language.

Go to the original Greek
the scripture was written in.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[COMPUTER CHIMES]

Oh, my God. We're in.

They're mobilizing.

Multiple simultaneous att*cks
in Kansas City, Baltimore...

Chicago, Miami.
All set for this morning.

It's Carter.

I need emergency authorization
for a nationwide operation.

Okay. Let's get HRT Teams ramping up.

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's conducting a raid
as we speak.

Patching us in now.

♪♪

[BPD SWAT ] Hands! Now!
Let me see them!

[BPD SWAT ] Suspects in custody.

Hydrogen cyanide secured.

That's it.
All att*cks have been thwarted.

Good work, people.

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

Yeah!

Quiet. Quiet, everyone! Quiet!

Someone just logged in to
the Los Angeles message board.

- [COMPUTER BEEPS]
- [LAURA] "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 -year-old knows

that two wrongs don't make a right.

[GARZA] Simone, we stopped
all of Foster's acolytes

except one. They're in L.A.,

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.

Honey, 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, 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're a clown.

Who can't even be honest
about what drives him!

What drives you, Foster?

It's 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 ex*cuted!

Even from the grave!

[SOFTLY] Got him.

[GARZA] Okay, tell me you got something.

Hear me out.
This last att*ck is personal.

I-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.
- [GARZA] Okay.

Well, he's on death row
because, years ago,

Foster sent out three letters
filled with anthr*x.

But only two of them
hit his intended targets.

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

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

What was her name? [KEYBOARD CLACKING]

Uh... got it.

Renata Schmidt.

- [COMPUTER BEEPS]
- [GARZA] Renata Schmidt.

- Find her.
- Yeah.

[WATER RUNNING]

[CELLPHONE VIBRATES]

Fresh towel, ma'am?

♪♪

- Mrs. Schmidt?
- Yes?

We received an urgent call
from your office.

They said you need
to call them back immediately.

♪♪

[LOCK BEEPS]

♪♪

[KEYPAD CLACKING]

[RENATA] This better be important.

Slow down. What, what?

Patch them through.

This is Special Agent
Laura Stensen with the FBI.

We have reason to believe
someone is trying to k*ll 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... I'll leave now.

♪♪

[WHIMPERS]

[GRUNTS]

♪♪

[DOORKNOB RATTLES]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[DOORKNOB RATTLES]

♪♪

[LAURA] Blood.

♪♪

♪♪

You've hidden your sins
long enough, Renata.

Come out.

No! [SCREAMS]

FBI! Put your hands up!

g*n!

No!

♪♪

No! No!

No!

♪♪

Hey, hey! On your stomach!

We need an ambulance here now. Lay down.

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

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...

Okay, that's where I'm gonna stop you.

I don't have to listen
to your B.S. anymore.

Enjoy your last meal.

And may God have mercy on your soul.

Foster Mills was officially put
to death at : PM tonight.

Hopefully, this messed-up
movement d*ed with him.

Unless it backfires,
and he gets more attention

now that he can 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,

the followers usually drift back
into their normal lives.

Either way, Laura, we'll be
waiting and ready for them.

[OTIS KANE'S "FREE" PLAYS]

♪♪

♪ Way down in my heart
is where you found the key ♪

♪ My soul is on fire
'cause you bring the heat ♪

♪ There ain't no love without insanity ♪

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, uh...

Something juicy.

You can't be serious.

Oh, yeah. I'm serious.

Is the best goalie on Ile-de-France

a little bit... scared?

[LAUGHS]

♪ Let's go to places... ♪

Game on.

♪ ...we've never been before ♪

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

Alright. Geez. I-I'm just warming up.

♪ ...this peace of 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 never letting you go ♪

Unbelievable.

♪ Maybe we can fly together, yeah ♪

[CLEARS THROAT]

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.
- [CHUCKLES]

Okay. So... one fun fact about me.

[SIGHS]

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...

Then you'll know it's me.

Want to see?

Yeah.

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

- That's the move.
- [LAUGHS]

♪ Can I ask to spend
our lives together? ♪

Hey. It looks like the party is in here.

- Hi, baby.
- Hey, Dina.

- Hey. What's up?
- Hey.

Now it's so wonderful to see our girls

being so friendly to each other.

[CUTTY] Mm-hmm.
Uh, we have some important news.

We had a long heart-to-heart...

And we've decided not
to move in together.

Well, what happened?

Oh, no. N-Nothing.

I mean [LAUGHS] we're still
crazy about each other.

- Mm!
- Mm-hmm.

[SMOOCHES]

So why rush to fix something
that is not broken? Hmm?

We just like having our own space.

- Mm.
- And someone gets a big kick

out of sneaking in
and surprising the other.

- [CUTTY] Someone, huh?
- [RUTH] Yeah, someone.

Girl, you know you love it.

- [RUTH] Ah!
- [CUTTY] Boo-ah! [LAUGHS]

Not only is it full moon tonight,

- shall we enjoy our dessert...
- Oh?

On the patio?

Oh, lead the way, my queen.

Oh, my king. Come on.

- Ooh.
- Oh. [LAUGHS]

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.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

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 breakups.

And you know the thing that
you said about... about closure?

Mm-hmm.

I could use a little closure right now.

How about you?

[CUTTY] Ladies, your
ice cream's melting.

[RUTH] Dina?

♪ 'Cause I can't get enough of you ♪

Simone?