REPORTER: Carroll was convicted in 2004 for the murders of 14 young women.
Claire first. We know where she is?
RODERICK: She's in custody. You want your wife back, they've got the skills.
We got a problem. Joe made an attempt to trace Claire's location.
We gotta move her now. Is there a problem?
FERGUSON: Men in the lobby saw guys who looked suspicious.
Take Claire and go out the back.
CLAIRE: Sorry I brought my problems. TYSON: You did right coming here.
This is a safe place. You guys are close.
As close as anyone can get to the man. Last girl, Molly, she wanted to be serious.
You can't blame me. I was doing what Roderick told me to do.
- You didn't have to leave us. RYAN: What is it?
- They must have tagged you. - Does that mean they know we're here?
[SHATTERS]
- Ugh. - Don't wanna do that, Claire.
- Take me to my son. - Claire!
[LINE RINGING]
[PHONE RINGING]
[RYAN COUGHS THEN CLEARS THROAT]
[CLEARS THROAT]
- Hello. CARROLL [OVER PHONE]: Oh, good morning.
Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?
[OVER PHONE] You're not sleeping in, are you?
Oh, dear. You've been drinking.
[OVER PHONE] I knew you would take losing Claire badly...
...but I didn't think it would send you spiraling back into the bottle.
- What do you want? - Um, nothing...
...much, uh. Just wanted to check in on my hero.
Say good morning, gloat a little.
Go to hell.
[SCOFFS]
[PHONE RINGING]
I never expected you to give up drinking entirely.
Sobriety doesn't actually suit you.
But you must learn to become a functioning alcoholic.
[OVER PHONE] At the very least.
I can assure you, I will not be emphasizing your drinking in our book.
It's a tired cliché, however true.
- Is there a point to this call? CARROLL: You need a pep talk.
You gotta hold it together, Ryan.
You can't fall apart on me, not just yet.
Why not?
- What's next, Joe? CARROLL: For you...
...I, heh, would suggest black coffee and a cold shower.
For me, I am going to spend time enjoying my family.
[OVER PHONE] I've worked very hard to be reunited with them.
It's a fresh start for Claire and I.
And I am gonna do it right.
Now, granted, I can't expect her to exactly...
...throw herself back into my arms. No, it'll...
It'll take time to win her love again.
But it is a very exciting prospect.
[OVER PHONE] Tell me, Ryan.
Do you believe that love conquers all?
Now there's a tired cliché.
Hmm. Yes, heh, eh, fair enough.
Well, I'm off now.
[OVER PHONE] A big day ahead. You hang in there, Ryan.
Have a nice day.
Hello, Claire.
- I'm Jacob. - I know who you are. Where's my son?
Joe's asked me to show you to your room so you can freshen up.
No, I wanna see my son.
Please, follow me.
It's okay, hon. Go ahead.
JACOB: We have a room all set up for you.
If you need anything, just let me know.
- My son. - I'll let Joe know you're here.
Please. Please, take me to him. I just need to know he's okay.
He's okay, Claire. I look after him.
Joey's a good kid. I'll be back in a bit to check on you.
[LOCK CLICKS]
[JIGGLING KNOB]
Sources tell us Ms. Matthews may now be missing.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Possibly taken by Carroll and his cult.
Carroll's son Joey Matthews also remains missing.
The FBI...
- Am I interrupting? - What are you doing here?
I was concerned. How's your friend?
He's okay. It's gonna take some time, but he's gonna be okay.
You can't just disappear, Ryan.
Please put on some pants.
All your goodies are in this box.
The journals, summaries, everything labeled and dated...
...for perusal at your leisure. - So, Molly...
...tell me about New York, the last time you saw Ryan?
Oh, he dumped me forever ago.
Yes, he does have a tendency to push people away.
- He's hung up on you-know-who. - Hmm.
But I still live next door and we do the friend...
...and, uh, occasional-sex thing, which is good.
- Heh, and how's work? - Great.
Except for the occasional mishap.
[CHUCKLES]
I have to drive back today. I have to work in the morning.
Roderick speaks very highly of you.
Because I aced all of your little tests.
- Tell me about yourself. - I'm single, I live in Pittsburgh.
Been an RN for 12 years, and I've killed more people than you.
Patients in the hospital.
I'm what the National Center of the Analysis for Violent Crime classifies...
...as a mission killer. - Oh, an angel of death.
Hmm.
Tell me, how do you decide who lives or dies?
I base it on suffering, prognosis...
...will to live, whether they're a pain in the ass or not.
Hmm.
I work in the terminal ward. It's so easy.
Has Roderick told you what I'd like you to do for me?
He said you wanted me to follow Ryan Hardy.
And?
I've always wanted to live in New York.
- All the videos are on this drive... - Ah.
...and they're all indexed in the journals.
CARROLL: You know, you...
You are a godsend.
It's nothing, heh.
It really is beautiful what you're doing here.
- For all of us. - Heh.
CARROLL [ON COMPUTER]: Shall be lifted nevermore.
MAN [ON COMPUTER]: Hello, friend. You've been allowed entry.
PARKER: We found an encryption code that accesses this website.
RYAN: This is how they recruit? - My take:
They start an online dialogue, followed by a real meeting.
Then there's a test of dedication.
D.C. Cyber team places the server's location in lower Manhattan.
- Have to go block by block. - When will they know?
Soon. A few hours.
Are you an alcoholic or just a problem drinker?
- Yes. - That can't be good for your heart.
It's not.
Look, I'm not good at bonding. Healthy relationships are not my thing.
- I got trust issues... - Your point?
Heh, my point? I don't have a point.
Uh, I'm trying here.
I look around this place and I don't know who lives here.
Not the guy I've been working with the last couple weeks.
And I know you don't want any of Joe Carroll...
...or this case, but I think you may need it.
And I kind of need you.
That's as sappy as I get. I'm done.
Joe called me.
- When? What did he say? - This morning.
Wanted to cheer me up.
- Wanted to gloat. - You gotta engage him, Ryan.
You're our connection to Carroll.
Just get in the shower. We gotta go downtown.
- No... - And don't argue.
CARROLL: I owe you both a great debt.
And I am truly sorry about Brock.
Yeah, it really sucks.
So now that you have your family back...
...can I tell the others we're ready to start? - Not just yet.
You said once you had your family back, we would begin.
- Why not right away? - Soon, hmm?
Soon as in when?
Joe, everyone in this house, they're anxious to get started.
And they're growing impatient, right, Vince?
- Right down ornery. - It's been five whole minutes, Roderick.
So let's table this discussion for the moment, hmm?
Joe...
...do you understand these people have sacrificed for you?
You owe them. You're responsible to them.
- It's selfish of you to... - Enough!
Now, is there anything else?
[DOOR OPENS]
[CAR LOCK BEEPS]
Okay, good. You guys go on and gear up, all right? Yeah.
So we found their hot spot.
Building on the corner, bandwidth coming from that basement is beyond capacity.
It's an after-hours bar listed to a Haley Mercury.
Earpieces. We got men on every exit and on the neighboring rooftops.
All right. Hardy and I will do the exploratory. Stay close.
Okay, get your men around back.
DALTON: Okay guys, round it up.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
- Can I help you? - We're looking for Haley Mercury.
Uh, she's in the office, I'll get her for you.
RYAN: Ma'am, stay where you are. - She's running, secure all entrances.
[MAN GROANS]
Get back against the wall, lady.
[MAN SCREAMS]
Back! Get back.
[MEN GRUNT]
FBI!
Down on the ground! Down on the ground!
- Move it! MAN: I'm just a bouncer.
PARKER: Hands up. WOMAN: Okay.
Don't shoot.
MITCHELL: A ghost server piggybacks the main server.
The info is buried in international IP's.
- Can you trace a location? - It's countries that have no internet laws.
- It's a black hole, but we could shut it down. - Keep it. We need to monitor all activity.
TURNER: This place is messed up.
- Woman is hard-core. I count 14 felonies. - You count the online business?
- She's running an interactive fetish house. - All right, let's go talk to her.
We got this.
- How do you know Joe Carroll? - Is that what this is about?
- When was the last you were in contact? - I don't know Carroll. I don't want to.
Explain why his cult is using your internet server to hide his online communication.
- That ass. Damn him to hell. - Who? Who?
Look, I am not a part of Joe Carroll's cult.
You're looking at 20 years. You need to start talking.
- I'll cooperate, but I want a deal. RYAN: Okay.
Tease us. Give us something deal-worthy and maybe...
You want Vince McKinnley. He freelances with me.
I have some foreign clients into the hard-core, illegal stuff.
- I call Vince. - Vince is wanted...
...for kidnapping and murder.
I had a feeling you'd say something like that.
It's those Joe Carroll groupies he got mixed up with.
- So tell us about his cult activity. - I knew he had a Carroll fetish.
I didn't know there was a cult until I saw it on the news.
Vince lives on the fringes.
Did you know he and his creepy brother were raised in a militia in the mountains?
He's had a tough life.
So how long did you two date?
HALEY: Date?
Heh, aw.
That's cute. No, no, we didn't date.
We flogged each other.
He can be quite submissive when he wants to be.
He set up my computer and the server.
I needed an untraceable TOR system and he knew that stuff.
Would you be willing to contact him?
I'll do better than that.
I can deliver him to you.
If we have a deal.
[LOCK CLICKING]
Brought you some clothes, some shoes.
- Joe picked this dress for you. - What for?
Well, he would like you to join him for dinner tonight.
- He thought you want to look nice. - Does he think this is a game?
- You need to do this. - I'm not doing anything until I see my son.
Not how this works.
[CLAIRE GROANS]
There are certain ground rules that you need to understand.
I can't cut or bruise your face...
...but other than that, Joe has given me permission...
...to physically hurt you when necessary.
Be smart here, Claire.
You want to see your son.
Make an effort.
[DOOR CLOSES THEN LOCK CLICKS]
- How's Claire? - She's fine.
So Joe put you in charge of her?
That's a big deal.
Good for you.
Joe trusts me now, Emma.
I don't understand.
You're being weird.
Why are you acting like this?
I know you're upset...
...but...
...whatever happened, you know I love you.
Jacob that you love isn't here anymore.
It's just me now.
He uses this address for deliveries.
Some guy dropped this off last week.
I was gonna let him know, but then I saw the news.
That cult stuff creeped me out.
Sent. He'll respond in minutes. He always does.
- What is it? RYAN: Some chemical. Nitroglycerin, maybe.
Looks like it's black market.
Used in car bombs, hand grenades. It's...
...candy to this guy, he's militia.
Hey, man, I need to, uh, make a run.
I got a delivery.
- Now? - Yeah, now.
Can I go?
All right.
Make it quick. Don't spend the night with your little whore.
You make your drop and you get back here.
Hey, don't let Joe get you down.
Don't put your filthy fingers on me.
VINCE: What the hell, man?
Were you beaten as a kid?
[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY]
I was just looking for a new friend.
- Heh. - Damn.
[CHUCKLES]
[LAUGHING]
[CLEARS THROAT]
[GROANING]
You okay? You okay?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Oh, man.
So you're gonna follow Vince to see where he goes?
Give him his package, make some small talk and send him on his way.
- We'll take it from there. - No worries, I role play for a living.
- She's wired. - We'll hear everything...
...though the earpieces. - You don't trust me.
Not for a second. In case something happens, we need a code word.
You mean like a safe word?
- A code word. - That's standard around here.
Green is go, red is stop, yellow is, whoa "Intense, take it easy."
So we'll go with red.
Switched the nitrate compound. Won't know it's fake until he tries to use it.
- I hope this works. - Yeah, you and me both.
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]
[SIGHS]
Hi, Joe.
Hello, Claire.
- Sorry. - It's all right.
Let's just take this slowly.
Come here. May I get you a drink?
Yes, please.
[SIGHS]
Suspect's parked on the south side of the street.
BRUCE: Hey, Vince. - Hey.
Now he's entered the club. Check his car.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
He just entered the back room.
I don't hear enough sex.
Let's get it on.
[BARKING]
Yeah!
- Haley, honey. - Hey, baby.
- You got me freaking. - Here we go.
I can't be mixed up in some murder cult. Are you crazy?
The word cult is ghastly inappropriate and offends me.
We're more of a family.
[ROLLS TONGUE]
Ooh.
I do not have time for that. I have two bondage parties tonight.
- Pfft. - Here it is. Get rid of it.
Uh, how about you help me out to the car?
No, I won't.
Uh, well, how about you hold the door open for me?
Pretty please?
[GROWLS]
- I got a clean shot. - Hang tight.
[VINCE SIGHS]
- Kiss? - A hug.
Hmm, take care of yourself, Vince. I worry about you.
- Well, come on. Get in. - What?
The truth is, the, uh, FBI is going to be crawling all over your ass in a matter of time.
I can keep you safe. Get in.
[CHUCKLES]
- Hey. - Wait, wait.
Okay, we just went from green to red.
- We got to move. RYAN: Wait.
We intervene, we won't follow him.
I'm not going with you. This is so red. I have a busy night.
- I said get in. - He could kill her.
We gotta follow him.
- I can't put her life in jeopardy. - Direct to Joe. We'll be right behind her.
VINCE [OVER COMM]: I won't ask you again.
Okay, you're seeing red, Vince. You're not thinking clearly.
You're going to thank me later. Okay? Get in the car.
[VINCE GRUNTS]
She's getting in the car. Do we move in?
Stand down.
We're going to follow them.
Let's go.
HALEY: Where are we going?
Shh, somewhere safe.
Heh, to the compound, or the cult house, or whatever you call it?
We'll be there soon.
What is it?
Just watching the cars. Making sure that we're not being followed.
- Who would be following us? - I don't know.
Okay? I get paranoid.
Turner, tell everyone drop back a few miles.
Ryan and I will stay on him but our guy is getting a little itchy.
Please, Vince.
If you care about me, just let me go.
That doesn't make sense.
You don't let people that you care about go.
He's speeding up. He's pulling away.
We're not going to lose them. We've got a GPS on her wire.
If anything happens to her, it's on us. It's on me.
We're not going to let anything happen to her.
Okay?
[VINCE GRUNTS]
Here, take this light.
What is this place?
Well, it's a... An old military armory.
It's pretty cool, right, heh? Come on.
Hey, I said come on.
PARKER: We've arrived. Abandoned property off Route 17.
Set a perimeter. I want SWAT on site A.S.A.P.
What the hell is this place?
PARKER: Looks like an old armory.
HALEY: So is this where the cult lives?
VINE: No, of course not.
HALEY: So, what is this place?
Munitions depot.
- Training grounds. - Training for what?
Well, what do you think, silly? Killing.
So, uh...
- Did you train here or...? - Me? No, no, no.
Certain people, though.
Those who need it, uh... Put the light. Get the light.
Those who need it. They got to be broken.
We got to, uh, condition them before they can be trusted.
So where's everybody else?
Ah, oh, don't worry. Nobody's going to bother us.
What are you doing?
Stop, stop, stop it. Stop it, Vince.
What the hell? What the hell? What is this?
- Is this a wire? - Uh...
I've got to get in there.
- What did you do? I trusted you. - I'm sorry. The FBI. They made me...
[HALEY GROANS]
[PANTING]
Who is this? FBI? Ryan Hardy, is that you?
This is your fault, Hardy.
She's a dead woman because of you!
[HALEY SCREAMING]
[HALEY SCREAMS]
[RYAN & PARKER PANTING]
[WHEELS CREAKING]
PARKER: No.
All right, she's alive.
- Haley, Where's Vince? - He's gone.
Red. I said red. I said red over and over and over again.
- I'm sorry, okay. - I don't care. I said red.
I could be dead.
- But you're not. - Only because he needed to buy time.
He said it would take longer for you to help a live person than a dead person.
- My men are securing the building. - I want property records.
Get E.R.T. Here. I want every inch of this place processed.
You're not hungry?
Why are you doing this?
Why this charade? What's the point?
- You, Claire. You're the point. - No, I mean all of it.
I mean this house and these people. Who are they?
You can call them my friends, my...
My family. People I want to help.
- The crazy, psychotic, unstable people? - Who better to help them?
There are so many people who are lost in this world. So much hurt and violence.
I'm just trying to bring some order to it.
I want them to know that they are not alone.
By teaching them how to kill?
Heh, I do realize it's... It's a lot for you to comprehend over dinner.
No, it's impossible for me to comprehend, Joe.
- You're crazy. You know that. - I suffer from a monomaniacal need to kill.
It will never go away. It will only intensify with time.
And so I choose to embrace it.
Why bring Joey into this? Why bring me into this?
- Because I love you. - I don't love you.
Human emotions can be conditioned, Claire.
You will love me again.
Joe.
Please let me see Joey.
Good try, Claire...
...but I'm afraid that Joey is the only card I have left to play.
So I think I'm just going to hold on to it a little bit longer.
You want me to love you again, Joe.
Then you show me that there is a shred of the man I married inside of you...
...because until then, all of this... This dress, this going to dinner, all of it.
This is going to continue to be a charade until I see my son.
Bring me my son!
Don't.
Look at this. These are detonators.
You think they're planning some kind of major attack, or is this preemptive training?
They kept extensive records. They got doctor's files, psych evals...
...endurance scores, deprivation training, combat, tactical.
It's like they're running some kind of boot camp.
[PANTING]
Oh, my God, you folks okay?
- Please let us out. MAN: How long have you been here?
- They're going to kill! MAN: No one's going to hurt you.
Let me get something to open it up. I got three victims.
They're alive.
[STATIC OVER COMM]
What is it? Say again.
I've got three victims in the basement in a cage.
We're on our way.
[BANGING]
Wait up. Look at this schedule.
Deprivation. Lock down, two weeks.
- Don't open that cage. - Wait, what did you say?
Don't open that cage. They're cult members.
Let's go.
[MAN GROANING AND SCREAMING]
[GUNFIRE]
Somebody talk to me. What's going on?
Okay. Fan out. Parker, take left.
[GUNFIRE]
Ryan? Ryan, you okay?
RYAN: It wasn't me. I'm okay.
[DOOR BANGS]
[PANTING]
[PARKER SCREAMS]
RYAN: Parker!
[PANTING]
[SCREAMS]
[BOTH GRUNT]
[GUNSHOT]
[WOMAN GROANS]
Behind you.
[GROANS]
[SIGHS]
You okay?
You wanted to see me?
Oh, yes. I just received a call from Vince. He was in something of a panic.
He told me that we should shut down the satellite remote immediately.
Why?
The FBI discovered the server in New York.
Which led them to the camp.
There is... There is no way they can find the camp.
- It's impossible. - Vince led them there.
Vince was, uh, making a run.
- There is nothing for you to worry about. - Are you certain of that?
Yes, I am.
Tell me. Did you give Vince permission to go to New York?
Hmm? Hmm.
[GROANING]
You don't make decisions anymore, Roderick.
I'm here now.
Is that clear?
Because if you ruin this for me...
Don't you mean for us?
[SIGHS]
[DOOR BANGS]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
You good?
No. Heh, I'm not going to lie.
That scared the hell out of me in there tonight.
We lost two men and those people from the cage.
They're all dead.
Let's get some rest. D.C. Is on their way.
- We'll start back in the morning. - Yeah.
Hey, I told you I needed you.
Thank you.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
I really do believe, in my heart...
...that you will love me again.
- Mom! - Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Joey.
Oh, God.
[CLAIRE CRYING]
CLAIRE: My baby. Oh, I missed you.
Let me see you. Oh, my God. Are you okay?
He didn't hurt you? I'm so sorry.
- This is not a good idea. MOLLY: Heh-heh-heh.
I know.
- Are you drunk? RYAN: I'm drunk.
MOLLY: Are you drunk? I knew you were drunk. RYAN: Ha, ha.
And I'm taking advantage of you. You broke up with me, remember?
I know.
But I think break-up sex can be fun.
RYAN: Are you twisting my arm? MOLLY: Mm-hm.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
[MOLLY BREATHING HEAVILY]
[UTENSILS CLINKING]
- Molly. - Hey, heh, neighbor.
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I let myself in. I hope that's okay.
- I heard you earlier. - Hmm.
MOLLY: Mm. Heh.
Um, oh, I brought your mail. It's been piling up.
How are you?
Tired.
I've been, um, watching the news. It's just... It's horrible.
Oh, Ryan. I am so sorry this is happening.
MOLLY: I've always wanted to live in New York.
So will you do it?
On one condition.
When it comes time to kill him...
...I get to do it.
Ah, I worry about you.
I shouldn't, I know, heh.
But I do.
[English - US - SDH]