Mark is behind this. Catching him is my job.
- You mean killing him. - If that's what it takes.
- I'll call you-- - Don't.
Losing you would destroy me.
- Move in with me? - Count me in.
But I need you to promise me something. No secrets.
You missed Clarke's ceremony to hunt Mark?
That's what you think of me?
Clarke died because of what I did.
Come here.
What are you doing with this? What are you up to?
It was supposed to be a surprise.
We got Max's address so you can kill her.
He will gut us in our sleep if he even suspects that we have our own agenda.
- Call Juliana. We need to get out of town. - Too bad. We're on a schedule.
- I've come to take my lady to dinner. - Sounds good.
KYLE: All right, let's get this done.
WOMAN: Ha, ha. That was fun.
Yeah. Who knew Tate's band was so good?
- Thanks for walking me home. - Is your roommate still out of town?
Oh. Nice try.
I have a test in the morning.
- Oh, they're such a cute couple. - Totally.
It breaks my heart that it has to end in tragedy.
Hey.
- Reggie, right? - Yeah.
Marisol talks about you all the time. You've been together a while.
- Since freshman year. DAISY: Kyle and I met in high school.
- It was love at first sight. KYLE: Ha, ha.
Let me guess, you were a cheerleader and he was the star quarterback.
[DAISY & KYLE CHUCKLE]
I used to get high behind metal shop every day...
...and Daisy honey-trapped her teachers into giving her A's.
[DAISY & KYLE CHUCKLE]
- How do you guys know Marisol? - Oh, we don't.
- What? DAISY: Look, you seem cool.
And if it was up to us, we'd make it painless.
But this has to look like an accident.
[THUD]
- We could've hired movers, you know. - Oh, please.
I sent most of my stuff to storage. You could be lugging a sofa right now.
"Raw crunchy kale."
Sorry.
I really wasn't thinking when I was packing. I'll get rid of them.
Mm. It's okay. Forget it. I haven't had a drink in almost two years.
A couple bottles in the apartment won't make me fall off the wagon.
- Are you sure? - I'm positive.
This is your home now.
- I want you to be happy here. - Good.
Because I wanna redo the bedroom.
[RYAN LAUGHS]
Oh, boy.
TOM: Hey.
- Good morning. - Hi.
You looked so peaceful I didn't wanna wake you.
- Are you leaving? - Yeah. I gotta go home and change.
I made you coffee.
Thank you.
Well, I'll see you in the office.
Okay.
Oh. Come on.
Max seems troubled.
Just wait until tonight.
She's gonna be devastated.
- Ooh. Oh, hello. - I know.
She's so pretty.
You think her body's better than mine?
No way.
[DAISY GIGGLES]
- Hey. - Hey.
Hey. Just checking in.
Uh, big night tonight.
Yup.
And I still don't get why you need to tag along.
We've been doing just fine. Now suddenly we need a babysitter?
Don't think of it like that. It's a three-man job, all that killing.
And we're a team, right?
DAISY: Yeah. Of course.
Yeah.
- I'm gonna go make the cookies. - I'll be down in a minute to help.
He's onto us.
Maybe.
But after tomorrow...
...it won't matter.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hey. You wanted to see me?
Yeah. Have a seat.
We haven't talked since you've been back.
With Mark surfacing and Clarke's murder, I wanted to see how you're holding up.
Good.
Well, I've been over your evaluations from overseas. They paint a different picture.
Reckless, insubordinate--
I was hunting a maniac. I didn't have time to ask permission.
We're under a microscope here.
- I can't afford to have you crossing the line-- - I won't.
I have a personal stake in bringing Mark in, but I won't let it interfere with the job.
I promise.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
We might have a break.
Tip-line call came in on the sketches. An Ohio couple. Kyle and Daisy Locke.
- The phone Clarke used was purchased in Ohio. - At a store an hour from their house.
DHS has them flying into JFK three weeks ago, before dropping off the grid.
Take the jet. If these are Mark's followers...
...they might have left a clue as to where they're hiding. Mike.
I need you here. Take Max.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
FBI. We have a warrant to search the premises.
[DOORKNOB RATTLES]
Hey. Can I kick it?
I never get to kick it.
Knock yourself out.
This place is too perfect.
- It's like a show house. - If Kyle and Daisy are Mark's followers...
...they'd be living a double life.
One that appears shiny and clean on the surface.
They wouldn't keep any evidence of their psychopathy inside the house.
But they would want it close.
[SHOE THUMPS]
MAX: There's blood on all of this stuff.
Souvenirs.
[RUSTLING]
RYAN: FBI!
- Show me your hands. EMILY: Don't shoot.
- Who are you? - Emily. Hays.
I've been dog-sitting for Daisy and Kyle while they're away.
Are they in trouble?
KYLE: Almost done, babe.
I just need to make sure Mark doesn't screw us up tonight.
He won't. I think I can control him a little bit longer.
[LOCK POPS]
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
It's Emily. Hey.
[OVER PHONE] Is everything okay?
Rachel got hit by a car.
What?
- How? - I'm sorry.
- She ran out into the street. - Oh, my God.
- Is she dead? - No, but she's hurt pretty bad.
She broke her leg or something.
Or something? Wait-- Where is she now?
I took her to the vet. I think she's in surgery.
Wait. You think? Is she or isn't she?
- You didn't leave her there, did you? EMILY: No. No--
I mean, yes, I, uh....
Something's not right.
Emily, where are you?
At the house.
Are you alone?
- Yes. - Don't lie to me.
Is the FBI there?
Put them on the phone.
Kyle. Ryan Hardy. I love your house, man.
Too bad you're never gonna see it again.
What's the expression?
Home is where the heart is? Well, I got mine here with me.
RYAN: That's sweet. But you do know that a federal detention center is not coed.
And that's the best-case scenario for you two.
But honestly, I think this path you're on is leading to a cemetery.
- Are you threatening us? - No. Trying to help you do right by your wife.
Only way you can protect her is to turn yourselves in.
Yeah, that's not happening.
While you're in my living room pretending to give a crap about my wife...
...we're gearing up to hit you where you live.
You and that hot niece of yours. So you have a nice flight home.
RYAN: Kyle--
- Kyle. RYAN: Kyle.
- What are we gonna do? - We'll start a new life.
We'll be whoever we wanna be.
But right now we have no choice.
We have to finish this.
Can you do that for me?
Yeah. For us.
For us.
Get agents on Gwen and my sister in Florida. Have the jet standing ready. We're on our way.
[DOORBELL BUZZES]
SIMON: Hey, you're back. - Hey.
Yeah, and I brought you some cookies.
Well, the rest of the guys are upstairs.
Good. Because I just really came to see you.
So tell me the truth. Girls throw themselves at firemen, don't they?
Shamelessly. But none are as pretty as you.
She's got her eye on this fancy new crib. Thing's like the Taj Mahal.
I told her, what's wrong with our crib? It worked fine before.
Know what she said? You're not gonna believe this.
She looks me right in the eye, and she says....
What? Don't leave me hanging.
Vince?
[DANNY YELLS]
[GRUNTS THEN THUDS]
What the hell was that?
[SIMON GRUNTING]
MARK: All right?
Thanks.
DAISY: Mark. Time to bail. - Go on without me.
I'll meet you back at the house.
[ALARM RINGING]
WOMAN [OVER PA]: Engine Company 360.
Respond to 10-76 at 101 Battery Place.
Engine Company 360.
Respond to 10-76 at 101 Battery Place.
Engine Company 360. Respond to 10-76 at 101 Battery Place.
[REPORTERS CHATTERING]
How many dead?
Four crew members.
You okay?
I spent my childhood here.
Dad let me come here after school every day.
I haven't been back since he died.
RYAN: Come on. I'm taking you home.
Firefighters are the heart of New York. This wasn't just a strike at Ryan and Max.
It's gonna hit the whole city.
And they're gonna wanna know why.
WOMAN [ON TV]: Police responded when the station house failed to answer its dispatch call.
And FBI spokesman declined further comment.
But an off-the-record source said the scene was a bloodbath.
Seems like the firehouse went well.
So why am I sitting here?
Are you kidding me? Our lives just blew up. They know who we are.
- Take a deep breath, Daisy. - You take a deep breath, bitch.
Look, I understand you're upset.
But I promise that you'll be taken care of. As long as you hold up your end of the deal.
The deal just changed.
We need money, passports, tickets. Or he gets somebody else to do his dirty work.
Everything will be provided.
The second we're finished.
But remember...
...it has to look like a suicide.
[CLEARS THROAT]
GWEN: Hey.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Listen, I hope my guys didn't scare you at the hospital.
- I just wanted to make sure you were safe. - It's okay.
Gina called. She told me about the threats.
First Jeff Clarke, and now your brother's firehouse.
Yeah. I'm worried about Max.
I'm worried about you.
I know, but I can't let it get to me.
Gina's worried you're not telling the truth about what happened.
She said that?
No. She didn't have to.
Is there something you wanna ask me, doc?
No. But there is something I want you to know.
You can tell me anything.
I can handle it.
I know.
And if there was something to tell you, I would.
But there's not.
Okay?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hey. Thanks for coming.
- Yeah. Of course. - Ahem.
You want a drink?
Yeah. Sure.
I was kind of surprised you called me.
Tom wouldn't understand what this feels like.
You're angry.
So angry.
It scares me.
WESTON [ON COMPUTER]: I wish I could tell you it gets easier.
KYLE: It's all here. - Shh. This is getting good.
WESTON: Trust me. That doesn't help.
The feelings will still be there when you wake up.
I was too quick to judge you.
It's okay.
No, it's not, Mike.
I still think what you did was wrong.
But I should have been there.
I should have been there to...
...help you through it.
I miss you.
WOMAN [ON TV]: Well, all of New York is reeling this morning.
Four firefighters from Engine Company 360 were slain last night.
The FBI has stated that alleged serial killer Mark Gray...
...and an Ohio couple, Daisy and Kyle Locke, are being sought in connection to the crime.
The motive is not clear...
...but "Heroes die while you lie" was scrawled on the firehouse wall in blood...
...an apparent attack on the credibility of the FBI and Special Agent Ryan Hardy.
- Oh. Hey. You're up early. - It's finally working.
They're starting to question Ryan Hardy.
- Where are you going? - We're gonna get some air.
No, that's a bad idea, guys. We're the lead story on every newscast.
We'll be fine. Nobody's looking for a redhead and a Boston fan.
I'm serious. I-- I....
I don't think you should go out.
Calm down, bro. You worry too much.
We'll be back in a few, sweetie, okay? I promise. Can we get you anything?
No. Thanks.
See you.
LUKE: They're playing you.
I know you want a family, but they're not it.
The whispers, the lies, the excuses?
Find out what they're up to before it's too late.
SLOAN: I'm searching traffic cameras around the call.
Ryan.
The press is going crazy about the firehouse.
They made the connection to your brother. They're blaming you for the attack.
The mayor wants an investigation.
- Franklin is asking questions. - Nothing I can do.
What I can do is have every resource working on a location.
- Trust me, we find them, the questions stop. - I might have something.
Traffic camera captured a couple exiting a brownstone on Wellington.
- That's them. - 535 Wellington in Clinton Hill.
MENDEZ: Great. Everybody, listen up.
Mobilize HRT and ESU to 535 Wellington Street.
Good morning.
Hey.
- Are you okay? - Um....
Yeah, uh, not-- No, not really. Um....
This is just....
I don't do this. This isn't me.
- You called me for a reason. - Apparently the wrong reason.
WESTON [ON COMPUTER]: Are we gonna discuss this before breakfast? I'm starving.
- Breakfast? Breakfast is not happening. - Yeah. Okay. Coffee?
You can't kick me out without coffee. That would be--
--rude. Okay.
Tom deserves better than this.
- Maybe Tom deserves the truth. - The truth.
The truth is, in a moment of weakness, I slept with you and I really shouldn't have.
This wasn't a mistake.
This, you and me, is real.
You know it.
I know it.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Oh, God.
- [OVER PHONE] Hey. - Good morning.
MAX: Tom. Ahem.
Can I call you right back?
- We found Mark's safe house. - You're kidding. How?
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
TOM: Does it matter? Gear up. We're rolling there now.
- They found Mark. WESTON: 535 Wellington Avenue, Clinton Hill.
- No, no. MAX: Let's go.
No!
[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]
AGENT 1: Okay, let's go.
AGENT 2: Go. Move, move.
Go, go.
Move in.
AGENT 3: Clear.
AGENT 2: All units, set.
AGENT 4: Clear.
AGENT 5: Clear.
AGENT 6: Clear.
AGENT 7: Clear.
Clear!
AGENT 8: Clear.
[MARISOL CRYING]
DAISY: Doesn't it just break your heart?
Everything is so heightened when you're that young.
They're not that young.
We were married at that age.
With a baby on the way.
Do you ever wonder where'd you'd be if we hadn't met?
Nope.
But I know you'd be fat with four kids living in a trailer park.
[DAISY LAUGHS]
Yeah, you're probably right.
You showed me things about myself that I would never have known.
You ever regret it?
Wish you had a normal life?
Without you? Never.
Normal is boring.
We're gonna be okay, Daisy.
Yeah. I know.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
It's Mark. Third time he's called.
KYLE: We're busy.
[LINE RINGING]
Come on. Come on, pick up.
Pick up.
DAISY [ON MACHINE]: Hi, you've reached Daisy-- - Goddamn it.
Told you, bro.
Those two have their own agenda.
No, they've been helping me.
They set up cameras in Max's apartment. Did they tell you about that?
No.
You think it's a coincidence that they clear out this morning?
First thing, crack of dawn? You're left behind? It's obvious.
They tipped off the FBI.
Probably ratting you out right now just to save their own asses.
Just shut up!
All right.
MARK: You've got to stop worrying about them. Start taking care of yourself.
That's disturbing.
Mark can't accept that his other half, his stronger half, is gone.
He's dissembling. Which makes him even more dangerous.
We found two bodies in the basement. A local reporter and his producer.
- They went missing yesterday. - Oh. That's not gonna solve our media problems.
WESTON: Mark? RYAN: He was here. We're not far behind.
Search this place from rooftop to cellar. Pull the deeds and rental records.
Anything that can give us a lead as to their whereabouts.
You okay?
Yeah.
I tried to call you last night.
Uh-- Um, I took a sleeping pill.
Well, anyone deserves a good night's rest....
Well, better get to it.
[SCANNER BEEPS & LOCK CLICKS]
These, uh, look like instructions for the firehouse attack.
- Schedules for the men, blueprints. MAX: Where did you find this?
It was on the bed with the rest of the stuff. Why?
It's from a Go-Box.
- They must have taken it from the firehouse. - Go-Box?
Firehouses keep them for all structures.
It contains everything a first responder needs for an emergency incursion.
Key codes, pass keys, maps.
"Tow C"?
Townsend College.
Hey. "9:30 a.m., Wells Hall, 11 a.m., Cochran, 2:30 Powell."
- Class schedule. - Doesn't match any murders.
That's because they haven't hit it yet.
It's their next target.
[DOOR OPENS]
KYLE: Hi. - How did you--?
- Who are you? - Friends of Reggie's.
We were with him when he died.
Four students have the same schedules, but only one has the initials M.M.
Marisol Masters, sophomore English major.
- Her boyfriend was killed by a truck yesterday. - That can't be a coincidence.
Alert campus police. Get her phone number and address from the registrar.
DAISY: Okay, how's this? "Reggie was my one true love.
My soul mate.
Without him, my life has no meaning."
Pure poetry, babe.
[MARISOL CRYING]
I know how you feel.
I mean, life without my man...
...just wouldn't be worth living.
Marisol isn't answering her phone. A classmate told campus police...
...she skipped class for the memorial and headed back. I have the address.
Why the hell are they targeting this girl?
DAISY: There.
A very honest and emotional expression of grief.
I'm sure your family and friends will understand your decision to end the pain.
Okay. Now pick a color.
- Oh, come on, don't be a spoilsport-- - Help!
- Aah! KYLE: Shh.
- Whew. Ooh. - Okay, she's a little overwhelmed.
I'll pick. Um....
Pink.
KYLE: P-I-N-K.
DAISY: Um....
Three. Okay, I really hope it's hanging.
- "Jump off the roof." - Okay. That's good too.
MARISOL: Oh, no!
No! No!
Okay, Max. You're with HRT. Mike and I will take the front.
Mike.
Stairway.
Take the other side and flank them.
Hey, cover the stairwells. We're headed up.
[GRUNTING]
Help! Help!
Help!
[MARISOL WHIMPERING]
RYAN: FBI. Let her go.
It's over, Kyle.
Be smart.
WESTON: Help! Somebody! Somebody help me!
Help!
Tom. Help me.
Help!
MAX: Hang on. We've got you.
Don't do it.
Don't do it, Kyle.
[MARISOL GROANS]
[GUNSHOT]
[MARISOL COUGHING]
I need EMTs up on the roof now.
Kyle went down a trash chute on the south side of the building. Get guys down there. Now.
Hang in there.
You're gonna be okay.
DAISY: Oh, my God.
- I can't believe that bitch shot me. - Oh, my God, what should I do?
There's so much blood. What should I do?
Hey, hey.
I'm gonna be fine.
- Ah! Ah, ah. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I have to put pressure on it, okay?
Kyle? No. Kyle, no!
Kyle. Kyle! No.
Oh, my God. Stay with me.
Kyle. Okay, I'm gonna get help.
Please pick up. Please. Please.
[LINE RINGS]
JULIANA [ON MACHINE]: It's Juliana.
- Leave a message and I'll call you back. - Damn it!
Kyle. Oh, God.
[LINE RINGING]
Okay.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
I've been calling you all day. Where are you?
- I tried to go home, but there's cops all over. - Yeah, I kind of noticed.
- You sold me out, didn't you? - Have you completely lost your mind?
What deal will the FBI make with someone who put an agent in a box?
- Then how did they find the apartment? - I don't know, Mark.
Okay? But...
...Kyle's been shot.
I need to get him somewhere safe, where I can take care of him.
LUKE: Don't do it. - Please. You saved my life.
Why would I turn on you?
Please.
Kyle's bleeding.
Mark, I can't lose him.
- Please help me. Please. LUKE: Don't do it.
- Please. Please, I need your help. - Yeah, okay. Okay. I'll text you an address.
Thank you.
Campus is on lockdown. No signs of Daisy or Kyle.
- Is Marisol gonna make it? - They think so.
I don't get it. What does a college sophomore have to do with this?
They hit the firehouse to make us think it was an emotional attack on us...
...but it was just a way to get to her. She's gotta be important to them.
Thirty minutes ago, Marisol posted a suicide note to her Facebook page.
Couldn't live with the loss of her boyfriend.
They were gonna force her off the roof. Make it look like a suicide.
None of this fits their MO. Kill her boyfriend, make it look like an accident...
...then try to stage her suicide. But what did they have to gain?
RYAN: Wait a minute.
I know this woman.
This is Judge Wallace.
But who is she to Marisol?
Her mother.
And the presiding judge in the Arthur Strauss murder trial.
Which starts tomorrow.
[BEEPS]
WESTON: What does Mark have to do with that?
RYAN: Nothing.
Or everything.
What if the tableau murders, Clarke's confession, the firehouse--
What if it wasn't just about Mark's revenge?
- They've been calling us liars. - Discrediting the integrity of the FBI.
RYAN: So that no judge or jury would believe us.
Think this attack on Marisol was an attempt to coerce her mother?
WESTON: Or see the more favorable judge while the grieving Judge Wallace takes leave.
This is about the trial.
This is about Strauss.
We've had a setback.
[English - US - SDH]