Sarin gas is a valuable commodity
to a particular group of people.
You mean t*rrorists.
They likely intend on using
that sarin gas in New York City.
Unless we find them.
We need to wait for the protective gear,
and you have to trust me on this one.
Change of plans,
we do not have time to wait for SWAT.
We need you to make entry now.
- No!
- [g*nf*re]
[CANISTER CLINKS]
- [GRUNTS]
- [GAS HISSES]
No, no, no, no!
- Gotta get me out of here.
- Stay with me.
[GRUNTS] Maggie!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
It's not even like she had
a fever or anything.
She was just coughing.
Her parents are being cautious,
which I, for one, appreciate.
Can you pass me the egg rolls?
Look, I know you're disappointed,
but you can go to Rachel's next weekend.
I'm with Dad next weekend.
I'll talk to your dad, okay?
But for now, can we try
to have a good time?
I got you cookies
from Weaver Street Bakery.
The double chocolate ones?
- Mm-hmm.
- [LAUGHS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
♪
[CHOKES]
Oh, my God. Maria, no!
No.
Get off. No!
[GROANS]
- Brooke, honey, wake up.
- What's going on?
- Wake up, we have to go.
- You're scaring me.
- Get in the closet.
- Mom.
- Shh.
- Mom!
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
Ah! [GROANS]
♪
[SIREN WAILING]
♪
Two of your agents
were exposed to sarin gas.
Agent Bell is still undergoing
treatment for nerve damage,
which I'm hearing will require
months... months of rehab.
You want to explain to me
how the hell we got here?
There was an accident at the lab,
and the doors sealed automatically.
Right.
What were your agents
even doing in the lab
without backup in the first place?
We had evidence that the suspect
had been tipped off; we had to confirm
that he was still on premises.
Without Swat? Without HAZMAT?
Knowing there could be
chemical weapons inside?
- We were moving quickly.
- Yeah, too quickly.
You nearly cost your agents their lives.
I made the best decision I had
with the information I was given.
Yeah, the problem is,
these big, impulsive decisions
are quickly becoming your MO.
Excuse me?
You're getting a reputation
for being a bit of a cowboy, Isobel.
What does that mean?
It means I'm getting calls
from the deputy director
asking me if he should be concerned.
Look.
My advice?
Take it easy for a while.
Okay, you played the game.
You b*at out the boys,
made it to the top of the pecking order.
You don't need to try so hard
to prove yourself anymore.
Understood, sir.
♪
So have you guys talked to Maggie?
How is she doing?
I went to the hospital yesterday.
She's awake. There is a lot
of residual nerve damage,
and she is looking
at a lot of physical therapy,
but Maggie's a fighter.
- She's gonna get through it.
- Good.
- Hey.
- Hi.
All right, folks.
Uh, heads up, this is a rough one.
Last night,
morning show host Maria Blake
was brutally stabbed to death
in her house in Boerum Hills.
Her wife Olivia was also att*cked,
but she survived.
She's in critical condition
at Hope General.
Olivia's ten-year-old daughter
called .
Was she there during the att*ck?
Uh, yeah, she was hiding in a closet.
Yeah, NYPD thinks the MO of the attacker
matches two others across town.
They are asking for our help
in a potential serial k*ller case.
What do we know
about the earlier murders?
First victim was -year-old
real estate broker Chetna Burman.
k*lled at her brownstone
on West rd Street
sometime around : a.m. on March th.
Two weeks later,
bank president Jamie Merritt,
, was found dead with similar wounds
at her place on West th.
Those are Upper West Side addresses.
So the Blakes in Brooklyn
would be a departure.
Yes, but the other
case markers all line up.
Like townhouses
broken into late at night,
powerful women in their s and s
being att*cked with a Kn*fe, so.
Yeah, let's get to work, huh, people?
You four want to head to the scene,
see what you can dig up?
- Oh, welcome aboard.
- Thanks.
So, you're, uh...
Oh, filling in
for Maggie temporarily, yeah.
I got the call this morning,
so I didn't have a chance to tell you,
but, you know, don't make it weird.
This is a nice house.
The family doesn't have
a security system?
House has one, but it doesn't
look like they had it set up yet.
Neighbors said they just moved in,
had workers in and out.
- Any sign of forced entry?
- No.
Back door was unlocked when we arrived.
Got markings around the keyhole.
Looks like the guy
must have picked the lock.
We're gonna need you to touch
base with the neighbors again
to pull their security footage.
You got it.
I know you're just doing your jobs,
but she's been through a lot.
Between the divorce,
her mom getting remarried, and now this,
it's just... I mean, it's...
We'll keep it brief, okay?
We just want to ask her a few questions.
Of course.
Now, Brooke, honey, I, um...
I need you to tell them what you told me
about the guy that you saw, kay?
I'm not sure, but he kind of looked
like the man who worked on our house.
He had the same kind of boots on.
I think she said that,
uh, the guy was arguing
with her stepmother, Maria.
Okay, uh, when was this, Brooke?
A few weeks ago.
And do you remember
what they were arguing about?
What did the man look like?
He was tall.
Do you know how old he was?
Or what color skin he had?
He was about your age.
And he was Black.
Do you think you would recognize the man
if we showed you a photo?
Yeah, I think so.
Yeah? Okay.
Isobel Castille?
SSA Deon Marshall
from the Behavioral Analysis unit.
I've been assigned
to your serial k*ller case.
Well, thank you, but I did not request
a profiler on this case.
ADIC Hawkins is an old friend.
He asked me to advise.
I'm sure you have a handle on it.
Just here if you need
an extra set of eyes.
Okay. Welcome aboard.
Okay, listen up, everyone.
This is Deon Marshall with BAU,
he will be assisting us in this case.
- Great.
- So, uh, the k*ller
did not leave
and forensics on the scene,
but we just got the ME's report.
The Kn*fe wounds found on Maria's body
are similar to those found
on Merritt and Burman,
so it seems like we are looking
for the same k*ller.
Have you been able to identify
any connection between the victims?
We're still digging
into their backgrounds,
but so far, no. No clear nexus.
Hey, I just talked to Scola.
ERT thinks Maria's wedding ring
was stolen.
There are lacerations on her
finger like it was forcibly removed,
and they can't find it in the house.
Did any of the other victims
have jewelry taken?
Yeah, uh, Burman wore
a diabetes bracelet
that NYPD never recovered.
No, there's nothing
about missing jewelry
in Merritt's file, though.
It's not unusual for serial K*llers
to take jewelry as trophies.
Yeah, Kelly, you want
to make sure ERT is doing
- a full inventory at Merritt's?
- Got it.
Listen, did we ever alibi out
the ex-husband?
Uh, yeah. He was in Philly overnight
- on a job interview.
- And we confirmed it?
A theater there confirmed
he had an interview
to be their technical director,
and I talked to the host
at the Airbnb he stayed at.
She said Owen checked in yesterday,
left early this morning.
Not to mention that he is a far cry
from the daughter's description.
Okay, speaking of which, we get an ID
on that construction worker?
Yes, got a list
from the Blakes' contractor.
Showed the photos to Brooke and she ID'd
a man named Jeremiah Carver.
All right, eyes up.
- What do we know about him?
- Not much.
Carpenter, years old,
lives in Queens.
All right. Let's bring him in.
Have Tiffany and Scola get over there.
Look, I don't want to overstep here,
but your k*ller's been careful
every step of the way.
It doesn't make sense for him to
att*ck someone he's been working for.
We just had a witness ID him.
Yes, but cross-racial identifications
are less reliable, and the witness is
a ten-year-old who saw him
from across the room in the dark.
I understand, but right now,
it's all we have.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
I'm not seeing him anywhere.
We sure he's still here?
Carver charged his card here
less than ten minutes ago,
and his crew says he hasn't been
back to the house yet.
Heads up.
Jeremiah Carver? We're with the FBI.
We have a couple questions for you.
Hey!
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[GRUNTING]
Let me go, I didn't do anything.
Then running wasn't the best move.
Can you get these out of my face?
Do you find the photos upsetting?
Hell yeah, I find those upsetting.
How do you think their daughter feels?
Ten years old,
and she had to watch the entire thing.
That's messed up.
I... I got nothing to do with that.
- Anything?
- Uh, ERT found
eight ounces of marijuana
and a few hundred dollars
in cash in Carver's bag,
but no sign of our m*rder w*apon.
Where were you last night at : a.m.?
Bar in Crown Heights, Grand Matador.
I told y'all, I haven't seen
those people in weeks.
But you didn't exactly leave
things on good terms, did you?
Witness said they saw
you and Maria Blake
in a heated argument a few weeks ago.
Said you seemed pretty upset.
She was an entitled bitch.
That doesn't mean I k*lled her.
What was your fight about?
She got me fired.
Accused me of dealing weed
out of the house.
Based on the stash we found,
I'm assuming
that's not far from the truth?
So what? Weed's legal in New York.
That lady blew things out of proportion.
Okay, one, it's not legal to traffic,
but two, we're not trying to roll you up
on some petty drug charge.
We are investigating a m*rder.
I didn't k*ll nobody.
Like I said, I was just pissed off.
She sent photos
to the general contractor
of me selling weed.
Photos from her house?
Where'd she get them from?
No clue. She wasn't around much.
The Blakes must have had
hidden surveillance
- for the construction workers.
- Right.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
Okay, this is from the camera
we found in the clock
in the Blakes' kitchen.
: a.m., night of the m*rder.
Okay, here we go.
Figure crouched outside, he's...
Obviously picking the lock, and...
All right, here's our guy.
That's not Carver.
No, and we confirmed his alibi.
Bartender at Grand Matador said
he was at the bar till close
the night of the Blake att*ck.
- Can you get facial rec?
- I'm running it now,
but the quality isn't good enough.
- Yeah.
- No luck.
OA, I need you to get up
to the Upper West Side.
Take Nina with you.
NYPD thinks we have another victim.
♪
Pulled footage from an exterior camera
at the next-door neighbor's house.
Caught him breaking in the back.
Same method of entry,
same hoodie, same height.
What do we know about the victim?
Name's Joan Zoffer.
She's a surgeon at Presbyterian.
Single, no kids, lives alone.
Her boss called NYPD
to do a wellness check
when she didn't show up
for her shift this morning.
Two att*cks in two nights.
Our k*ller's on a spree.
Mm. Ripped the earring right out.
- Has anyone recovered that?
- No, not yet.
Huh. He must have took it with him
as another trophy.
We've got a shoeprint.
Hmm. What is that?
I'm not sure. Looks like glass.
I'll get ERT to send it to the lab,
see if they can ID it.
Well, a security camera
caught the k*ller
breaking into the victim's house,
but he managed to avoid
the street cams in the area,
so that means he did his homework.
He scoped the area out.
So we're checking for video
earlier in the day,
- earlier in the week...
- Well, what about the victim?
Anything that connects
Zoffer to the others?
I mean, there's... There's some overlap
with Merritt and Burman,
but most of that can be chalked up
to living in the same neighborhood.
The nexus may be the women's success.
k*ller's resentful,
att*cks powerful women
as a way of regaining power.
Right, all right, so let's chase that.
That would mean the k*ller is
underemployed or unemployed,
someone on the fringe.
Yeah, sounds right.
Someone bitter, disenfranchised.
Statistically, it's probably
a blue-collar worker.
Right, well, that... That tracks
with the print we found at the scene,
size Starks... Common work boot.
- Jubal.
- Yeah?
- We got something.
- Lab ID'd the fragments
in the boot... It's stained glass.
Any stained glass found
at Zoffer's house?
No, we think that the k*ller
must have tracked it in.
- Probably from a church.
- Right, good.
So let's get boots on the ground.
I want agents canvassing
any and all churches
on the Upper West Side.
And schedule a press conference.
I want to get this guy's face out there.
Somebody knows who he is
or has seen him loiter
in the neighborhood.
Yes, ma'am.
Isobel, wait.
I don't think this is a good idea.
- Excuse me?
- Holding a press conference,
blasting his face
out to the community...
I'm not sure the person we see on camera
is the k*ller.
Something isn't adding up.
We have video of him breaking in.
I know, I saw it.
But from a statistical standpoint,
there are very few Black serial K*llers,
and the ones we do know about
typically target
disenfranchised, low-income victims.
We have video of him
at various crime scenes.
We can see his face.
- He's Black.
- I know.
Doesn't make sense to me either.
But I think it's prudent to
hold off on releasing a photo.
This guy kills
in order to feel powerful.
You give him more media attention,
you're giving him more power.
You could trigger him to strike again.
He has k*lled two nights in a row.
He's gonna strike again regardless.
We have to find him before that happens.
I agree, but the ADIC sent me
to offer my expertise,
and I'm telling you,
making a public announcement
based on shaky evidence...
We have a photo.
How in God's name is that shaky?
Okay, wrong adjective.
It's... incongruous.
Okay. What is the alternative then?
We wait for him to k*ll another woman,
hope he makes a mistake
that we can capitalize on?
If there is any chance
someone can identify
the man in this photo
before he strikes again,
I am taking it.
We have recently obtained
a photograph of the suspect.
If anyone has seen this man
or has any information
as to his whereabouts,
please contact the FBI immediately.
In the meantime, there are ways
you can protect yourselves.
He is not a particularly sophisticated
or adept criminal.
He is a coward who is overpowering women
by ambushing them
when their guards are down.
Stay alert, stay diligent,
and I promise you, we will find him.
Thank you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
All right, folks, I know you're tired,
you're running on fumes,
but if this guy follows the pattern,
he could strike at any time.
The clock is ticking.
All it takes
is one good tip to cr*ck this.
Any luck?
Well, I just got off the phone
with a -year-old woman who claims
she might have dated our guy
back in high school.
years ago in Tampa.
A lot to sift through,
but we'll work all night if we have to.
Thank you so much.
I think I got something.
- Yeah.
- Woman from Harlem said
she saw a man matching
the suspect's description
coming out of a condemned church
at th and Amsterdam late last night.
That would explain the stained glass.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
FBI!
Federal agent!
Cover back!
Covering!
Get eyes on? Eyes on?
- You good?
- Yeah.
- Stage, clear!
- Front room, clear!
It's clear.
Uh, I got nothing but old papers
and some moldy Communion wafers.
Oh, yum.
Hey, OA? Bloody clothes.
Okay, he was here.
Found a backpack too.
♪
Let's see.
Some clean clothes.
Notebook.
Let's see.
- I think he was stalking them.
- Yeah.
He has notes here on their schedule,
the trains they take,
their home addresses...
The addresses all match up
with our vics?
Yeah, Zoffer, Merritt.
There's a new address here.
West th Street, Chelsea?
Hey, what do you got?
We found a notebook
with all of the addresses
from our victims, but there's one
that we don't recognize.
We think he might be heading
after a new target.
Okay, hit me.
West th Street in Chelsea.
OA, I need you to get over
to that address right now,
that is where Isobel lives.
Tommy, I need a patrol car
over at West th Street right now.
- I'm on it.
- Elise, get Isobel on the phone.
[PHONE BUZZING]
♪
Hi, you've reached
FBI Special Agent in Charge
Isobel Castille.
I am not available to take...
Kelly, how we coming?
NYPD's five minutes away,
OA and Nina another ten behind them.
- Okay, I'm heading over there.
- Elise?
Keep trying her.
[ALARM BEEPING]
[PHONE BUZZING]
Jubal?
Isobel, thank God.
Hey, just saw I missed your calls.
- What's going on?
- Listen to me.
The perp has your address.
You might be the next target.
- What?
- That doesn't make any sense.
- He'd have to be...
- No, you... you fit the profile.
He saw your press conference
or read about it.
Now, listen to me,
agents and cops are on the way,
but you need to get
out of the house right now.
[CLATTERING]
Jubal, hang on. I hear something.
♪
Jubal, I have to go. He's here.
All right, keep me on the phone.
[PHONE BEEPS]
Isobel? Isobel?
♪
[GRUNTS]
[SIRENS WAILING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
I lost him.
Hey, have your units
seal off this block.
I don't want anybody in or out.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Good.
What do you mean his face was a mask?
It... it was silicone.
It... it was hyper-realistic.
Even in the same room,
I couldn't tell it was fake
until I actually felt it.
So those photos that we have...
[SIGHS] They don't tell the whole story.
Did you get a look
at the guy's real face?
No, but I saw his skin.
He was white.
I should... I should have
never released those photos.
I just told the public
to be on alert for a Black man
who is actually white.
We all saw that video, Isobel.
No, I moved too quickly.
Marshall warned us
that something was off,
and... and this... This guy set us up
to look for a Black k*ller,
and I took that bait.
Hey, don't do that.
We'll... we'll put out a press release.
We'll correct the k*ller's description.
But that press conference...
That led us to the church,
which gave us evidence.
You should take a few days.
You rest up. We'll handle this.
- No, I'm good.
- Isobel.
You were att*cked in your own home.
I am fine.
Let's get back to the JOC,
and let's catch this son of a bitch.
Yeah, and that's
gotta give us something.
Kelly, any leads on the, uh... the mask?
Not yet.
There are six companies in New York
that carry these hyper-realistic masks,
another or so nationwide.
I've sent our perp's photo
around to all of them,
- but so far...
- Okay, keep digging.
You know, the fact that he was wearing
a Black mask might give us
some insight to who he is.
We think this is racially motivated?
Unlikely.
He seems to be choosing targets
based on gender and career.
Or maybe the mask is just meant to be
a good disguise.
Gets caught on camera,
hard to identify the suspect.
And the cherry on top is that he can use
the old "the Black guy did it"
to get away with m*rder.
Right. Hey, Elise,
we getting anywhere with that journal?
Well, he's thorough.
He cased the buildings,
took notes on the layouts,
victims' schedules.
Any idea how he got my address?
Yeah, he has your train route in here.
Looks like he followed you
from the office
to get the address,
circled back after dark.
I mean, this much stalking
means a lot of exposure.
Kelly, uh, let's make sure
we track Isobel's movements
after leaving work.
We need to find this guy on camera
- without a mask on.
- Copy that.
Can I see that one?
- You got something?
- He's classifying them.
"Chetna Burman, PX,"
"Jamie Merritt, PPX."
That's restaurant code for VIP.
PX means important,
PPX means very important.
Dated a waitress in college.
So if that's how he's labelling them,
he has to work at a restaurant,
or have worked at a restaurant,
where all three of them have been.
Uh, Kelly, you're charting overlap
- between the victims, right?
- Uh, yes, but there wasn't
anything that applied
to all six of them.
Uh-huh.
Well, maybe it's not
that straightforward.
We know Isobel was off-pattern.
And maybe the Blakes were too.
There's no PX
next to their names in here.
Oh, okay, so let's focus
on just the Upper West Side
victims for now,
Merritt, Burman, Zoffer.
Anywhere all three of them have been?
Yeah, a few places.
Uh, an organic market
on th Street, Dave's Coffee.
No, you're looking,
for a high-end restaurant, Kelly.
Place that's hard to get into.
Okay.
Antonia's? West nd Street.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
These are the only four staff members
who worked all three nights
that the women were here.
Uh, our hostess, Anne,
our bartender, Lena,
and two of our waitstaff members,
Kaitlin and Deshawn.
I need you to think. Are you sure
these are the only people
who could be aware
of their VIP status?
Um, our reservationists, I guess.
- Um, Tracy and...
- David Owen.
That's Olivia Blake's ex-husband.
- [EXHALES]
- Let's go.
All right, people,
what do we know about David Owen?
Let's turn over some stones.
If he cheated
on a test in middle school,
I want to know about it.
I thought we confirmed
that Owen was in Philadelphia
the night of the Blake att*ck?
Well, we confirmed the trip,
but Philly's less than two hours away.
He could have driven back
in the middle of the night.
And he had us looking for a
Black suspect with the mask.
He couldn't wait for his daughter
to tell us she'd seen
the construction worker,
- Carver.
- So where's his daughter now?
With her maternal grandparents.
We already called. They started
her back at school this morning.
Yeah, uh, looks like Owen worked
as a technical director
at an off-Broadway theater
for several years.
That explains how he had
access to the masks.
But he lost his job during the shutdown,
started working at Antonia's.
Then Olivia divorced him,
started dating Maria.
They got married on March th.
That's the night
Chetna Burman was k*lled.
The marriage set him off.
To David, these women
tore his family apart.
He starts going after targets
with similar profiles.
And there's no shortage
of powerful women
coming through
the hottest restaurant in town.
All right, where is he now?
Uh, not sure. Manager said
he didn't come into work today.
But they have an address on file.
Washington Heights.
West st Street.
Get Tiffany and Scola over there now.
FBI!
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Go. Covering.
Bathroom's clear!
We're all clear.
Looks like somebody was
trying to get out of here in a hurry.
I'll take the kitchen.
♪
Think I found our Black suspect.
Also, it seems
our trophy theory was correct.
- Nice.
- What's that?
Uh, MetroCard receipt.
Found it in the trash.
Bought with cash last week.
Okay, looks like Owen got on the subway
at the Bedford/Nostrand stop.
- Any idea where he got off?
- Uh, not yet.
But there's good
camera coverage down there.
I got him.
This is minutes ago
near the th Avenue stop
in Park Slope.
Okay, can we track
where he went from there?
No, he hits a dead zone outside,
and we lose him again.
Okay, so what's in that area?
Well, the Blakes' house is
a block away from there.
Yeah, but why would he go
back to the house
if his ex is still in the hospital?
Where does his daughter go to school?
Middleton Elementary, which is...
two blocks from there.
He clearly cares about her.
Spared her in the att*ck.
If he got spooked
by what happened at your house
and he's running...
Maybe he's taking her with him.
I didn't know what to do.
It's not your fault.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Agents Zidan and Chase, FBI.
What's going on?
Possible abduction.
One of the parents came in
and pulled the kid out of class.
- Was the student Brooke Owen?
- Yes.
Okay, we can take it from here.
- I... I'm so sorry.
- No, it's okay.
It's okay. Breathe, okay?
Tell us what happened.
I was in the middle of a lesson,
and Brooke's father barged in,
told her to get her stuff.
He... he looked really off,
almost deranged.
Did he say where he was taking her?
No.
Just that it was a family emergency.
I tried to tell him that he
couldn't just take Brooke
out of class like that,
but, uh, he flashed a Kn*fe.
And I... I had
other kids in the class.
I... I just let him take her.
- Okay, when was this?
- About ten minutes ago.
- Which way did they go?
- I don't know.
I... I'm sorry. It all happened so fast.
- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.
It's all right. We're gonna need to see
the school's security footage ASAP.
- Okay.
- I'm so sorry.
You did the right thing.
All right, so David Owen
kidnapped his daughter
from school about minutes ago.
The school just sent over
security footage.
Great, throw it up.
What is that car?
Can we get a license plate?
Not from this angle. Hang on.
Yeah, there we go. Let's run that plate.
- AYW .
- On it.
[PHONE BUZZES]
It's the hospital.
It's registered to Owen's ex-wife,
- Olivia Blake.
- Does it have GPS?
No, it's an older model.
All right, let's get a BOLO out now.
Okay, yeah. Thank you.
That was Hope General.
Olivia Blake is out
of surgery, awake,
and in stable condition.
All right, maybe she knows
where he's going.
Yeah.
I... I don't know
where he could have taken her.
I...
I can't believe this is happening.
I know that this is
very difficult, okay?
But we need your help.
When was the last time you
spoke with your ex-husband?
Just a few days ago.
Okay, did he mention anything unusual?
Anything that might indicate
what he was planning?
No... no, he...
I mean, he was upset.
He had an interview in Philadelphia.
He wanted Brooke to move there.
I told him that was never gonna happen.
But he didn't argue.
- [PHONE BEEPS]
- He just said,
"I'm sorry you feel that way,"
and hung up. I thought he'd accepted it.
W... what is it?
Your E-ZPass just went through a toll
near Bear Mountain Bridge.
Does that mean anything to you?
My family has a house near there.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
- He's here.
- We got movement!
- [g*nshots]
- sh*ts fired!
- We have sh*ts fired.
- [GASPING]
All right. Stay back, all right?
Just stay back.
We need you to put the g*n down.
- We can talk about this.
- No!
No, no, no, no.
You don't come any closer
or I'll sh**t, okay?
I swear to God I'll sh**t.
Don't come any closer!
Just get back!
♪
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
All right. JOC confirmed with Olivia,
there's a working landline
in the kitchen
- we can use for contact.
- Okay, how are we looking?
We don't have eyes inside.
He's got all the windows covered.
What are our options?
Looks like the siding
on the house is vinyl.
We could possibly drill in
and get a pinhole camera
on the inside.
Okay, but wouldn't he hear that?
Not if we can cover it.
We'd need some sort of distraction.
So what, flash bangs?
Might not want to risk
startling him like that.
That's too short anyway.
We need something we can sustain,
for at least ten seconds.
What about a siren?
[SIRENS WAILING]
[DRILL WHIRRING]
♪
Okay, we're in.
I'll take point and make contact.
- Daddy, you're scaring me.
- No, no, no, no.
Sweetheart, everything's fine.
Daddy's got everything
under control, okay?
Um, uh.
[PHONE RINGING]
What do you want?
David Owen, this is Special Agent Zidan.
We met the other day.
I'm here to help you.
[LAUGHS] Oh, come on.
How are you gonna help me?
I would like to start by getting you
and your daughter
out of that house safely,
and you can help me with that.
Okay.
I need you to come outside, unarmed,
with your hands up high,
and we'll take it from there, okay?
Come on, how... How do I know
that you're not gonna sh**t me
or you're not gonna sh**t
me and my daughter?
You have my word, David.
If you come out with your hands up,
- I promise you that...
- No, no, no.
No, 'cause I know you're lying.
You're lying to me right now.
I know it. I know that you are.
You're lying to me right now. Okay.
David, no. Listen to me.
Oh, come on, how are you gonna let me
walk out of here with
everything that I've done, huh?
Yeah, everything I've done,
you're gonna let me just go...
- No.
- David, that is
the last thing
that any of us want to do to...
Come here. Come with me, okay?
What's he doing?
He's taking her to another room.
Isobel, what's our move?
He knows it's over. He's spiraling.
I think we need to hit that house,
and get Brooke out of there.
But we were making progress.
Might be worth another try.
Let him cool off.
He has that little girl
barricaded in a house.
If he wanted to k*ll her,
he would have done it
the night that he att*cked her mother.
Based on the profile...
We cannot base
every damn decision we make
on his profile.
What else do you want to base it on?
A hunch?
This is exactly what the ADIC
is concerned about.
You're being reactive. Data doesn't lie.
It's the best indication
of future actions.
My hunches are based
on years of experience,
not algorithms or statistics.
Isobel...
Owen just used Brooke as a human shield.
That tells me when push comes to shove,
he doesn't give a damn
about his daughter.
This is about the way he sees himself,
his own narcissistic fantasy.
And right now,
that fantasy is falling apart.
He will k*ll his daughter
and then k*ll himself
before he faces reality.
- If you're wrong about that...
- Then I will take the heat.
But I'm not gonna let a little girl die
because I played it safe.
OA, we are going in now.
Copy that.
♪
Put the g*n down, David. It's over.
Put it down.
No.
- Put it down.
- No.
- You stay back, okay?
- [WHIMPERING]
You stay away, okay? You stay away
or I swear to God, I will sh**t her.
- I will.
- Dad, you're hurting me!
Owen, you gotta let her go.
Your daughter has
nothing to do with this, man.
She has nothing to do with this.
- You're hurting me!
- No, no, no!
- [SOBBING]
- Just stay away.
- Let her go.
- No.
- Let your daughter go.
- Dad, you're hurting me!
Don't even think about it.
- Come on, no.
- It's gonna be okay, Brooke.
Hey, hey, do not talk to her, okay?
Do not speak to her. I just need...
- Okay, okay.
- I just need a minute.
- I just need a minute, okay?
- Listen, hey...
- [GASPING]
- No.
- Let your daughter go.
- No, just... just... just...
Okay, okay.
All right. Look at me.
- What?
- Hey, look at me, all right?
You don't want it to end like this.
[WHIMPERING]
Brooke has her whole life ahead of her.
- Oh, shut up.
- Will you just shut up?
Just shut up!
I wish you two would just...
[g*nsh*t]
Don't hurt him!
Brooke!
[GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
David Owen, you're under arrest.
♪
I just wanted to say goodbye.
Oh, right. Um, let me walk you out.
Listen, I know that we have had
our differences,
but I really do appreciate your help.
You got the right result.
But...
But what?
You got lucky.
Owen actually harming
his daughter was remote.
Statistical anomaly.
Hmm.
Well, I have been getting lucky
for years.
Led me to being one
of only ten female SACs
in the FBI.
I'm sure you can find
the statistical anomaly in that.
[PENSIVE MUSIC]
♪
Good night, Isobel.
♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[WOLF HOWLS]