03x05 - Unhinged

[bunniefuu]

- Hana.
- Hey.

Welcome back.

- Here, I got this one.
- Oh, thank you.

Oh, am I interrupting something?

Only your welcome home dinner.

Oh.

Uh, are you making lamb chops?

Your favorite.

How's your mom?

She's stable.

My sister is in charge now,

so I can go back
to living my normal life.

Whatever that means.

Wow.

I mean, I knew Crosby's room
was going to be empty, but...

I know.

I shipped his things
to Oklahoma a while back.

I'm gonna miss him.

I will not miss his smelly socks.

- [CHUCKLES]
- [CORK POPS]

I asked the guy at the wine store

to find me a good pinot...
Something fun.

Fun? What does that even mean?

This, apparently.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Mmm.

This wine is delicious.

But you are a vegan who has
compromised her principals

to make me a mere welcome home dinner.

So come on, what's the bad news?

I'm going to Oklahoma to be with Kenny.

That's great. For how long?

As long as it takes.

I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner,

it's just with your mom...

No, Zadie, it's cool.

I'm happy for you.

[SENTIMENTAL MUSIC]

♪

[LIGHT OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Appreciate you coming out late, Ramon.

Pinball machine went on
the fritz right before closing.

There'll be hell to pay if we can't

get it working by morning.

I got you covered, William. It's just...

My wife's on a girls' night.

This is my son, Michael.

No problem. Come in.

- Go ahead.
- You know where it is.

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

♪

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[POT CLATTERS]

Did you hear that?

What?

It's probably nothing. Be right back.

What the hell are you doing?

Please, we're here to help you.

I don't know you, okay?

Just... just get back.

- [g*nsh*t]
- [GRUNTS]

- Oh, my God!
- He was gonna call the cops.

Hey! Hey! Stop right there!

Who are you?

Please, we don't want any trouble.

Nobody was supposed to be here.

Todd, no, just let them go.

They can see us. They can ID us.

- Dad?
- Shh, it's okay.

- Don't do it!
- Please.

- [g*nsh*t]
- [GRUNTS]

- [g*nsh*t]
- [YELPS]

What are you doing?

We have to go. Now!

♪

This wasn't the plan.

He said no one was going to be here.

Come on.

♪

[GROANING]

[PINBALL MACHINE DINGING]

[BEEPING]

[OMINOUS LAUGHTER]

[EERIE MUSIC]

♪

[BEEPING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, hey. Look who's back, everybody!

Hana!

[CHUCKLES]

Ortiz tried to sit at your station

while you were gone,
but I didn't let him.

It's the most comfortable chair.

- [LAUGHS]
- Seriously, Ortiz?

- Welcome back.
- You must be Hana.

Kristin Gaines. I've heard great things.

- Likewise.
- Pleasure.

Isobel said Allentown PD
wanted us to take over.

So what do we got?

Multiple homicide, possible arson.

Fire ruined most of the evidence,

so there were no prints, no DNA.

Our fugitive's a John Doe.

There were shell casings at the scene,

but it looks like
he took the w*apon with him.

He also cut the arcade security feed,

but there's a camera outside
the jewelry store next door.

Can't see the arcade,
but it did catch this.

[TENSE MUSIC]

A Tesla, parked overnight.

Tesla... those things
have rear-facing cameras.

If it was in Sentry Mode,
it could've caught our perp.

I'm working on finding the owner now.

Victims are Ramon Raos

and his -year-old son, Michael.

The arcade's manager, William Duncan,

was sh*t in the abdomen,
but he survived.

He's in critical condition
at Mercy General.

Arson investigators said they
found an accelerant in the kitchen.

Oil found on the countertops

matches the brand they used
at the Fun Center,

so it could look like
an accidental grease fire

if it weren't for the three people sh*t.

Maybe the fire
was to get rid of the victims.

Anything on Ramon Raos?

He was technician.
Fixed pinball machines.

We found his tools inside next to this.

It's a model from the ' s.

I mean, they were like Twinkies.
They're built to last.

The weird thing is there was
only one player name entered.

A place like this, there should
be hundreds, right?

He called himself Sicarius.

Maybe he was testing
the machine after he fixed it.

Yeah, but there's no prints.

So it's more likely our fugitive.

Sicarius. That's the spider, right?

One bite and it's fatal to humans.

These have computer chips.

Now, if Sicarius played,
there'd be a record.

Otherwise, there's a time stamp.

William Duncan just woke up.

All right, let's go see him.

You guys go check on Ramon's widow.

Check with the manufacturer.

See if they can get anything
off of that chip.

Sure.

It's good to have you back.

♪

Did your husband have any enemies?

Ramon was a teddy bear.

The most loving husband and father.

He didn't have a temper,
just patience and love.

Do you know how he came to be
at the arcade last night?

[SNIFFLES] Uh.

He said William Duncan
needed him to come

and fix the pinball machine.

He was the only mechanic in the area

certified to work
that particular machine.

So when William called, he went.

And he had to take Michael with him.

All because I wanted a girls' night.

Hey. I bet Ramon was a good player.

He was.

And Michael would get so mad

because Ramon would never let him win.

And now I've lost my baby boy.

And he should've been home with me.

[HEARTFELT MUSIC]

♪

Did he have a player name
that you know of?

The Protector.

And that's what he was.

The Protector.

That's a far cry from a deadly spider.

Ramon isn't Sicarius. You're right.

It's gotta be our unsub.

Yeah, who sh*t three people

and zoned out on an arcade game.

We're looking for
a specific species of monster.

I closed up an hour before,

called Ramon in
to fix the pinball machine

before we opened again this morning.

My son's been managing our chain

of Family Fun Centers in
Pennsylvania for the past year.

Recognize the sh**t?

Can't remember anything.

Just Ramon and his son
when they came in.

I'm sorry, things are just so hazy.

You were sh*t and had smoke inhalation,

it's understandable.

You own the Family Fun Centers?
Is that correct?

And the entire Fun empire.
It's a family business.

Bowling alleys, arcades,
amusement parks,

go-cart tracks,
all along the Eastern seaboard.

Can you think of anyone
who might want to

burn down your business
or try to k*ll your son?

No. I can't think of a single soul.

William, is there anything you remember?

The debt.

What debt?

I'm a recovering gambling addict.

Don't b*at yourself up, son.
You don't do that anymore.

I relapsed last month.

I owe some money.

A lot of money, actually,
to some pretty rough people.

How much?

K.

Had to get a loan to cover it,
but I couldn't go to the bank.

Who'd you get the money from?

[SIGHS] I can't say.
He'll come after me.

Maybe he already did.

We need a name, William.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

Pat McKendrick.

But I only talk to him on the phone.

I don't know where he is.

Jackass still isn't picking up.

How are we going to get across
the border without the last K?

You weren't supposed
to k*ll anyone, were you?

You want to hear a funny story?

See, I'm a planner like you two.

And last night, I planned to go
to the Family Fun Center,

also like you two.

Except I went there to bash
in William Duncan's skull.

I know what you're thinking.
Where's the funny part?

Well, just as I'm about
to get out of my car,

who do I see unlocking
the back door but you two.

Who are you?

I didn't get William,
but I stuck with my plan.

I went to his father's house next.

Fred wasn't there, but you were.

Collecting your payment, right?

What do you want?

Where is Fred Duncan?

We don't know.
He won't pick up our calls.

Does that have Fred's
burner number on it?

That's none of your business.

Tell you what.

Give me the keys to your car,
that phone, and I'm gone.

All right.

Stop!

Get in the car.

Ramon Raos, beloved by all who knew him.

No debt, no dr*gs, no grudges.

His son could be collateral damage.

Where are we on Sicarius?

Nothing helpful on the chip.

But if Sicarius goes by
that name playing pinball,

it's possible he uses that
as an online handle as well.

I'm running it down now.

I found the owner of the Tesla

in the jewelry store parking lot.

Footage just came in. Check it out.

So it's two unsubs, not one.

- I'll put a BOLO out.
- Sounds good.

Hey, Hana, can you run
those plates for me?

Already did.

It's a joint registration

to a Todd Carter and Vicky Brokaw.

Unsubs no more.

Todd was employed
by Allentown FD until May.

Vicky was a dispatcher at the same time.

A former firefighter
would know the best way

to cover up arson is kitchen fire.

- Any criminal record?
- Nope.

Neither of them have
a history of violent offenses.

Maybe the man who loaned
William Duncan grand does?

Pat McKendrick?

Yeah. Any luck finding him yet?

Yep, his address and criminal
record just came through.

Allentown native whose
record shows he's not afraid

to play rough with those who don't pay.

We're talking broken bones
rough or horse head rough?

Both.

William owed this guy grand.

Maybe he hired Todd and Vicky
to k*ll him for not paying?

Let's find out.
You and Hana pay Pat a visit.

Ortiz, track down Todd and Vicky's car.

Barnes, let's head to the
Allentown fire department.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Todd Carter and Vicky Brokaw.

Did you hire them
to k*ll William Duncan?

You remind me of a pony
I got at Pimlico.

Long legs, strong flowing mane.

Right. Flattered. I am.

I'm also FBI.

If you don't want to lose your business,
you'll help us out.

Oh, and you're a feisty one too?

Look, those two k*lled a father and son

and tried to m*rder William Duncan,

who owes you grand.

So you want to clear your name?
Now's the time.

Look, I don't know Barbie and Ken here,

and I wasn't worried
about William paying me back.

- We had a deal.
- You and William?

No, me and his father Fred.

Fred said he didn't know
about his son's gambling debt.

Well, Fred lied,

'cause he was here three days ago.

He promised to pay back
the debt with interest.

Well, did Fred tell you how he planned

on getting $ , ?

I don't ask questions I don't
want to know the answer to.

However Fred got the money,
I gave him a month to do it.

Why would I k*ll my golden goose?

Todd was one of our best firefighters.

He and Vicky were planning
to get married, start a family.

Before he was fired?

Todd and Vicky m*rder*d two
people, attempted another.

Look, Todd wasn't fired

for any sort of deviant
behavior or anything.

Six months ago, he pocketed some money

from the station summer fundraiser.

You mean he stole?

Yeah.

I guess he was hard up for cash.

Vicky quit in solidarity.

When was the last time you saw them?

Todd called me last month, wanted money.

I said no.

I wonder what would've happened
if I would've helped him out.

A person capable of looking
an -year-old boy in the eye

and k*lling them was going
to snap at some point.

If you hear from them,
give us a call, okay?

Thank you.

- [PHONE RINGS]
- Hey.

I was just about to call you.

Just spoke to Todd
and Vicky's former coworker.

He said they were strapped for cash.

Well, yeah, so was Fred Duncan.

He lied to us, Jess.

According to Pat McKendrick,

Fred promised to pay off
his son's gambling debt.

My bet is he didn't have
K lying around

so he resorted to mountain lightning.

Arson for insurance money.

I thought that only happened
in Appalachia.

The storm has made its way north.

According to the state's
insurance board,

Duncan's Family Fun Center
had a listed perils policy

for $ million.

We think Fred hired Todd and Vicky

to burn it down for insurance money.

Makes sense.

He knew he could
make it look like an accident.

That's why they set the fire
in the kitchen.

Exactly.

It was after closing,

no one was supposed to be there,

and no one was supposed to get sh*t...

Especially not William Duncan.

I'm guessing Fred's
pretty ticked off about that.

Yeah, which means now
we're looking for him too.

So Ortiz is on his way back
to the hospital

- to see if he's still there.
- Sounds good.

Barnes and I'll hit the house.

You guys stay on top of Vicky and Todd.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Hey, good looking.

These weeds are getting us.

- Got your eggs all ready.
- Yeah?

You're my prince.

I got to get that in after lunch.

♪

- May I help you?
- I'm sorry to bother you,

but I've had some car trouble
and my phone is dead.

Do you happen to have
a landline I could use?

- Come on in.
- Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

♪

Hi.

Oh, my goodness.
This table. It's magnificent.

- Hand-crafted in France.
- Oh.

We met an artisan
in the mountains there.

k*lled us on the shipping though.

You've made a full life for yourself,
haven't you, Sally?

How do you know my wife's name?

We worked together. We were the help.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

What the hell is going on here?

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

You're in my house, mister.

- [g*nsh*t]
- [SCREAMS]

All right, come on. Come on.

Quiet, quiet, quiet. Sit down. Good.

[SOBBING] Please, I'll do anything.

Where's Fred Duncan?

I don't know.

I don't ever want to see him again.

Ahh! Please! I'll tell the truth!

A little late for that.

I was young.

I didn't know what I was doing.
I was scared.

Which excuse is it, Sally?
Because I'm hearing a plethora.

[SOBS]

♪

Thank you. Thank you so much.

[GRUNTING]

♪

Fred Duncan on the run?
That wasn't on my bingo card.

He seemed pretty straight
at the hospital.

People get desperate when it
comes to protecting their kids.

Todd and Vicky needed the money.

Fred needed the insurance payout.

He probably thought
he'd get away with it.

Still, Todd and Vicky
screwed up that plan.

Hey, Kristin, we just left Fred's.

He's not there.

He's not at the hospital, either.

But we have something...
Lady in Bryn Mawr

just called local PD.

She said she heard a g*nsh*t
at her neighbor's house,

and when she went outside,
there was a car

she didn't recognize
parked in the driveway.

She gave PD the plates,
and it's a hit on our BOLO.

- It's Todd and Vicky's car?
- Yeah.

Well, we're right here.
Bryn Mawr's close.

Send us the address,
and we'll meet you there.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Check that car out. We're heading in.

Nine-millimeter casing.

That's the same as Todd and Vicky's g*n.

Whoever did this wasn't panicked.

This was planned and deliberate.

Meticulous.

You don't think it was Todd and Vicky?

I don't know.

There's something out there
you gotta see.

♪

Who would have motive
to k*ll Todd and Vicky?

I don't know, Fred Duncan
tying up loose ends?

Well, the couple inside,
are they loose ends too?

House belongs to Sally
and Dan Wiggins, our victims.

- Either have criminal records?
- No record, no debt.

According to neighbors,
they did everything

from grocery shopping
to annual physicals together.

- Sounds healthy.
- Sounds codependent.

Sounds like it could be both.

Hana, why don't you check
the doorbell and security cams?

Can't find the Wiggins' car.
I'll put a BOLO out.

Sounds good.

Even if Fred's behind the wheel,

why would he target the Wiggins?

There's got to be some kind
of connection to Fred.

Let's find out everything
we can about Sally and Dan.

We're going to go find Fred.

Great. Where is he?

I don't know.

But I might know someone who does.

Your father's missing.

We need to know if he's contacted you.

I haven't heard from him.

When's the last time you heard from him?

I don't know. Yesterday?
What's going on?

We found out who tried to k*ll you.

And who k*lled Ramon and his son.

Well, that's good, right?

Well, we think that
your father hired the K*llers.

What? He would never.

I almost d*ed. What are you...
What the hell are you saying?

He thought he was helping you.

Todd Carter and Vicky Brokaw
were supposed

to burn down the arcade
for the insurance money.

Your dad was supposed to use
that insurance money

to pay back your debt.

They weren't supposed to k*ll anyone.

I didn't even know Dad knew
about the money I owed.

He... he did all that for me?

If you want to look on the bright side

of a six-person body count.

Six people?

We found Todd and Vicky sh*t
dead at a house in Bryn Mawr.

The home is owned by
Dan and Sally Wiggins.

They were both k*lled as well.

Recognize them?

No.

Please, whatever it is
you think my father did,

he's a good man.

He raised me after my mom d*ed.
He always protected me.

William, he almost got you k*lled.

If he's going to reach out
to somebody else,

we need to know who that is.

No. Can't think of anyone.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

Maybe...

Maybe he's looking for my sister.

You have a sister?

Rachel.

She left home when she
was a teenager, years ago.

Why?

No idea.

She didn't tell us where she was going.

Changed her name, never even
bothered to say goodbye.

v*olence rocked Bryn Mawr
today when a local couple

was found slain
in their own living room.

Dan and Sally Wiggins
are believed to be victims

of a targeted home invasion.

Two other victims
were found at the scene.

[PHONE DINGS]

Police were called today
at : p.m. when neighbors...

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Neighbors said Sally and Dan
gardened together.

They take sunset walks together.

How long were they married?

- years.
- [CHUCKLES]

Yeah, I get it, they're an anomaly.

My husband and I
didn't even take sunset walks

on our honeymoon. We were working.

You're married?

- Divorced.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no, it's good.

We, uh... we live a few floors
apart from each other now,

so it's a bit of a social experiment.

All right, so the Wiggins had no debt,

their house was paid off,
and they have money in the bank.

All right, so what did
they do for a living?

Nothing... Dan is a retired woodworker,

and Sally has no record of employment.

Okay, so how can they afford

a , -square-foot house in Bryn Mawr?

Sally Wiggins.

Her maiden name was Hamish.

I found one account to Sally Hamish

that was bringing in K a year.

Still not enough to pay that house off.

Over three decades.

Okay, what's the source of the payments?

Is it life insurance? Inheritance?

The payments were initiated by
a subsidiary of FD Amusements.

FD as in Fred Duncan?

As in Fred Duncan Senior, Fred's father.

Deceased since ,

Fred Junior ran through his inheritance

but the empire his father built
is still going strong.

So maybe Sally worked for Fred's father?

Maybe she got hurt on the job

and there was some kind of settlement.

Well, the only thing we know
for sure is for years

Fred's father paid Sally to do nothing.

I thought only rich people
got paid to do nothing.

We need to find the something
Sally was paid not to do.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Hello, Fred.

Time to make up for lost time.

I can't find anyone who uses

the online handle Sicarius.

You think it could be Fred Duncan?

Doubtful.

Fred doesn't seem like
the kind of guy to play pinball

while his son's dying in the next room.

- [PHONE RINGS]
- Plus, he still pays for AOL.

Hey.

Light, no sweetener, right?

You remembered.

How's Charlotte?

Eight months along,

and she still wants
to dismantle the system,

as long as she can do it while
she's washing onesies.

How's your mom?

It was tough.

But Zadie's going out to Oklahoma

to spend some more time with Crosby,

so I'll get some peace and quiet here.

And that's a good thing?

Mm.

What's the, uh, deal with the new lady?

I mean, apart from living
in the same building as her ex.

She's smart and she's capable

and I think you're gonna like her.

Okay, thanks. That was Jess.

Traffic cams caught
the Wiggins' Mercedes SUV

at the corner of Smedley
and Cortland in Tioga-Nicetown.

What's Fred Duncan doing

in the most dangerous
neighborhood in Philly?

I have no idea; The car was gone

before Philadelphia PD got there,

but they're pulling
additional footage now.

Fred knew we'd be looking
for Todd and Vicky's car,

but he ditched it

for his latest m*rder victims' Mercedes?

Jess did say that Fred's
movements were calculated,

so either he's not afraid
of getting caught,

or he's sending us a message.

So I still don't know why Fred's father

was paying Sally Wiggins,
but I know when it started.

It started November of
around the same time

of the r*pe and m*rder
of a -year-old girl

at the Duncan family compound.

And Sally Hamish...
That's her maiden name...

Was a key witness for the prosecution.

Was Fred Junior the defendant?

No, it was Angelo Carpenter.

He was convicted and served
years in maximum security,

released three weeks ago.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Angelo's last known whereabouts'

a halfway house in Philly.

I'll call Jess, have him meet us there.

♪

Not sure this will take both of us.

It's just like a cell.

Keeps all his things
in one corner of the room.

Pretty interesting to see if
he's left a digital footprint,

seeing as he left this behind.

Old pleadings from Angelo's
criminal case.

Commonwealth v. Carpenter.

Pled not guilty and then spent years

proclaiming his innocence on appeal.

Pennsylvania Supreme Court
shut him down in .

But he didn't give up.

He was taking it to federal
court, representing himself.

That's always a bold choice.

Listen to this.

"The conviction in this case
rests solely on the testimony

of one unreliable witness,
the Duncan family housekeeper."

It was Sally Hamish.

♪

Okay, so this is the man
we told you about.

This is Angelo Carpenter.

First mugshot, age . Second at .

A m*rder conviction changes a man.

Or a boy tried as one.

According to a brief he wrote,
he was earning extra money

as Fred Duncan Junior's tutor
back in .

There were three people
present the night

that the r*pe and m*rder took place.

There was Angelo, Sally, and Fred.

The victim was
-year-old Jessica Booker.

She was the landscaper's daughter.

The only evidence
the prosecution had was

Sally Hamish's word
that Angelo r*ped the girl

and then pushed her
down the stairs to her death.

But Angelo claims that her testimony

was bought and paid for by Fred's father

so his son wouldn't have to go to jail.

Fred Duncan m*rder*d that little girl,

and he and his dad framed Angelo for it.

Now Angelo is going scorched earth.

I finally got into Angelo's
crappy... technical term... laptop.

His user name, Sicarius.

So it was Angelo playing pinball

when the arcade b*rned down.

Angelo's had three decades
to plot his revenge.

His rage has been feeding on itself.

A man like him won't stop

until Fred's past
catches up to his present.

So Fred's no longer our fugitive?

Well, he's still a r*pist
and a m*rder*r,

let's not forget that.

But right now, Fred's
the victim of a man hell-bent

on destroying his life
and his family's too.

Vital records got the name
change on Fred's daughter.

Rachel Duncan is now Rachel Dunn,

address in Levittown.

Take us a half hour to get there,

We need to warn her.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Have you seen this man?

We have reason to believe that

he has a grudge against your father.

Then he can get in line.

The nicest thing you can say
about my father

is that he's a sleazy son of a bitch.

Well, you ran away from home
when you were .

You changed your name. Why is that?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

We have reason to believe
Angelo Carpenter

is targeting your father
and your entire family.

♪

When I was a freshman in high school,

my father tried to r*pe my best friend

when she was sleeping over.

I told my mother.

She looked the other way.

But I never did.

I ran away,
fell in with the wrong crowd,

and got pregnant.

That's Abby, my daughter.

Fred doesn't even know about her.

- How old is Abby?
- .

And where is she?

She went to a friend's house
after school.

Would you mind calling her for us

just to make sure she's safe?

♪

Voicemail.

Pennsylvania state troopers

launched an Amber alert for Abby.

Levittown PD has her photo,
her stats, her last known.

They're sending it wide.

Good, 'cause Abby's cell
is no longer working.

So I spoke to the mother
of Abby's friend.

Abby never arrived there.

He's had her longer than we thought.

What do we got?

We got the Wiggins' Mercedes SUV

on toll cams heading west on I- .

Fred's driving.
Angelo's got a g*n on him.

I'm guessing that's Abby.

Where's the Duncan family compound?

Villanova. miles north on route .

Angelo's heading to the scene
of Fred's crime.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Upstairs.

Now, Abby, I can see

how you might think
I'm the villain here,

but you're here because of this man.

I-I've never seen him before.

How sad.

He's your grandfather.

What?

What the hell is this, Angelo?

Careful. I'm no longer the help.

Just don't hurt her.

Sweet Abby.

I've been planning to meet you
since the day you were born.

Fred might not have kept tabs
on you, but where I've been

for the past three decades,
all I had was time.

Inside.

It was in this very bed
that your grandfather

r*ped a -year-old girl.

I bet he doesn't even remember her name.

He threw her down the stairs there,

and the fall broke her neck.

She d*ed instantly.

Angelo, please. Let her go.

But here's the real messed-up part.

Instead of your grandfather
taking responsibility,

he got his rich papa to rig the trial.

So it wasn't him who spent
years in supermax,

it was me.

You see the problem here, Abby.

Angelo. You're innocent.

I admit that.

But so is she.

She had nothing to do
with what happened that night.

But she does now.

How?

I've spent three decades
and every waking hour

calculating your bill.

How much do you want?

I'm not talking about money,

I'm talking about how much
I'm gonna make you pay.

Just tell me what you want.

What, an apology? A confession?

It's too late for that.

♪

Take your clothes off.

Oh, my God.

What?

Just do it!

Please, I'll do anything!
Just don't hurt her!

I would never hurt her.

Because I'm not the r*pist. You are.

And you're going to do it again.

♪

Barnes and Hana, you're with me.

Kristin, Ortiz, cover the exits.

Take off her clothes now!

- I can't.
- Yes.

I can't!

- Ahh!
- Yes, you can.

You did it before, you can do it again.

♪

This isn't like that, Dan.

- [WHISPERING] Upstairs.
- Do what I say! Now!

Hana.

- [ABBY SCREAMS]
- I won't!

[GRUNTS]

Do it. It's who you are.

[SOBS] I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry.
- No. No.

FBI.

Drop your w*apon.

You guys probably get this a lot,

but I am not going back to prison.

♪

He just jumped off the balcony.

FBI! Stop or I'll sh**t!

[g*nsh*t]

I'm with the FBI,
and you're gonna be okay.

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

♪

Let's go. Good girl. Come on.

- He looks terrified.
- He should be.

Abby told the cops
about his m*rder confession.

For the first time in his life,
he'll be held accountable.

Angelo spent his whole life
trying to destroy Fred's;

Now Fred's not the one in a body bag.

What a waste.

You know what they say.

When you seek revenge, dig two graves.

One for yourself.

Philosopher too, huh? Interesting.

Actually, that's not what they say.

Yeah, I think that
might've been Confucius.

Yeah. For the record.

Okay, well, for the record,

I didn't say it wasn't Confucius.

Good work, everybody.

Let's do it again tomorrow.

Hey, Ivan, you want to grab
a drink when we get back?

Me and you?

Yeah, sounds good.

I mean, everyone else has got people,

and I don't want to go home
to an empty apartment.

Me neither.

My mom never swore.

I mean, unless she was cooking
and then she damned everything.

Steak, potatoes, mac and cheese.

When I was home, I cooked for her

and I damned everything too.
I don't know.

Seeing her like that
made me realize some things.

Like what?

Life's short, man.

I guess, I don't know, I want
more than just my career.

Yeah, I feel the same way.

It's just this job takes up
so much of your life, you know?

Yeah, but we don't have to let it.

So what about you? What's your status?

- Romantically?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I'm available.

No, I get that, but are you...

What?

You know, sexually active.

I mostly just lay there.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Anyway, back to you.

If you had to take one guy home
in this bar,

who would it be?

[SENTIMENTAL MUSIC]

Guy over here in the khakis
right behind me?

Khakis in a dive bar? Red flag.

Blond in the flannel shirt?

You know % of all
serial K*llers are blond.

- You made that up.
- I made that up.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Well, they can't all be serial K*llers.

I'm going to put myself out there.

The new Hana, who meets new people.

You know what? I could drink to that.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[WOLF HOWLS]