- Well, did you try Elisa?
I put her number in our contact sheet.
Nope, nope. It's okay.
I'll take care of it.
Thank you. Thank you.
- [exhales sharply]
- Morning. - Hey.
- What's with the bagels?
- New guy starts today.
A little tradition I have.
- You already found a replacement for Ivan?
- Yep. - A new replacement.
That was fast. - Didn't feel like it.
I had 38 applications and half a dozen phone calls
from people putting in a good word, but it's done.
His name is Ray Cannon, good guy.
Needs a little seasoning, but I think you're gonna like him.
Everything all right? - Yeah.
I kind of have a situation here.
My daughter threw up at school, my nanny
is not answering her cell, and my wife's in court.
You mind if I step out for a minute?
- No problem. - I won't take long.
My nanny is probably just feeding the baby, and--
- Sheryll, it's fine. Go.
I'll save you a pumpernickel with a schmear.
- Thanks. I'll be back soon.
- Okay.
- Listen to me. This is a terrible idea.
He's been in there too long.
Someone's gonna see you.
[indistinct chatter]
- They just left the restaurant.
- I can't believe you followed him here.
Please don't do this.
- Just go. Get out of there.
- I am not stopping.
- You have to. - You're in control.
- You don't have to do what he says.
- I said no!
- Can I help you?
- I'm sorry, I...
- Thanks for making the run. - Sure.
- I'll see you in there, okay? - Okay.
[eerie music]
♪
- Damn weirdo.
- What the hell?
- Marion, no! No, no, no!
- Aah!
[car horns blaring]
- [wailing]
♪
- Kristin. Welcome.
- Nice to meet you. - Yeah, likewise.
- Hey. Everybody, meet Ray,
the bright future of the FBI. - Indeed.
- He tell you his story yet? - I just walked in.
- Wait till you hear this. Born and raised in New Orleans.
Started with their PD when he was 19
but smart enough to go to night school
and get a college degree.
Seven years patrol, four as a junior detective.
And last year, graduated Quantico
at the top of his class.
Been chomping at the bit behind the desk
with Violent Crimes in Albany ever since.
I leave anything out?
- I play stride piano.
And I won state senior year, all-district MVP.
- On the badminton team.
- No football. - Oh, right.
- He's messing with you. - Yeah, he does that.
- Anyway, the bagels are gonna have to wait
'cause a case just came in.
- Should we wait for Sheryll?
- She had a personal thing. We're just gonna go.
- Okay.
- 48 minutes ago, in Murfreesboro, Tennessee,
unknown subject opens the door to the local IRS office,
tosses a bomb inside, and flees the scene.
Deceased victim, Marion Meeks.
Senior agent.
Married father of two based out of Nashville.
- What was he doing in Murfreesboro?
- He had business there.
Just finished breakfast
with this woman, Martha Danzette.
Works full-time at the Murfreesboro office.
She's pretty freaked out because if Meeks hadn't
asked her to run get office supplies,
she'd be inside too.
Instead, she was still in her car.
Saw the whole thing.
- Anything on who we're chasing?
- Video's not helpful, but according to Martha,
white male, late 20s, early 30s,
wearing a hat and some kind of army jacket.
She saw him with a backpack talking on his phone
in the parking lot before Meeks went inside.
- Could be a racial thing. - Mm-hmm.
Or a taxpayer pissed off with some kind of axe to grind.
- That's what Treasury's worried about,
that their agents were targeted.
They've put all offices on high alert.
- Well, yeah, a young white male,
rage issues with the government.
I'd say that's a concern. - All right.
Jet's waiting. Let's get to Nashville.
Kristin, you take Meeks' workplace.
Hana, you've got the crime scene.
Ray and I will go and talk to his wife.
- Hey, sorry. What did I miss?
- We've got a fugitive in Tennessee.
- Okay. You're the new guy?
- Ray Cannon. Nice to meet you.
- Pair up with Kristin.
She'll brief you on the way. Let's roll.
- He's really getting straight to it.
- Yeah.
- I knew something was wrong
when he didn't call this morning.
He always checks in like clockwork.
- And what was his job? - Audit specialist.
He spent 15 years doing personal returns
until I moved him over to small business
and paycheck protection loans when the pandemic started.
- Why'd you move him?
- Because it's a lot more complicated.
And Marion was smart and thorough.
He's one of the best I've ever seen, honestly.
- Did he ever interact with any of the people he was auditing?
- During COVID, it was mostly by mail or online.
But in the last six months,
he started doing field audits again.
- Why is that?
- It's harder to lie in person,
especially to Marion.
- Did anyone ever threaten him?
- Lawyers did it every day.
- I mean the people, the taxpayers.
- Well, I guess it's possible, but Marion's tough.
He never said anything.
You think someone he was auditing did this?
- Well, we're not sure yet.
How many open files did you have?
- At least 500, maybe more.
- Can you filter those for us?
White males, age range 25 to 35?
- I'm sure we can. We'll get you set up.
- Thank you.
- Sorry for your loss.
Can you tell us about your husband?
- He was a good father, a good provider.
- Was he active in the church? - Yes.
He was a deacon for 20 years.
- Did he have any enemies?
Had anyone threatened him recently?
- Not that I know of.
Marion was a very private man.
Stern is the word people use.
He never talked about his work, and I didn't ask.
Look, I already told the police this already.
- I understand.
We're just trying to get as much information
as we can so we can find who did this.
- It's not obvious?
A white racist loser angry at the world?
The country's full of them.
Those are my boys.
I need to go. - Of course.
You have funeral arrangements to attend to.
- There's not going to be any funeral.
Marion's getting cremated.
Hi, babies.
- Something's off. - Tell me.
- The cremation.
I mean, Baptist don't usually do that,
especially in the South.
When the rapture comes, how are you gonna get out of the grave
if you're burnt to ashes?
- You're a church guy?
- Enough to know.
- That kind of makes sense, though.
Ever see a bomb go off?
- So you close the casket and you still have the funeral.
Look, I'm telling you. The services is a big deal.
All right? It's weird. [phone ringing]
- Hey, Hana. What's up?
- We found a green army-style jacket
stuffed in a dumpster three blocks from the crime scene.
ERT's on the way.
- Any witnesses?
- No, but we got a call to the tip line.
A cab driver picked up a white male about a mile from here.
He was acting strange and talking on his phone.
The cab driver got spooked,
faked car trouble, and let him out.
He got home, saw the news, he thinks is our guy.
- What was the drop-off? - South of here.
The corner of Church and Butler.
- Call Highway Patrol. Set a three-mile perimeter.
If he's on foot, can't have gotten far.
[tense music]
- You have to end this.
Go to the police and turn yourself in.
- That cab driver suspected something.
He probably already called them.
- No, I'm not finished.
- I know you're angry and I know it hurts,
but this isn't the answer.
We can fix it.
♪
We'll tell them he made you do it and you didn't want to,
and maybe they'll understand.
- I gotta go.
[car unlocks]
[car engine starts]
♪
- Hey. What the hell are you doing?
Get on my truck, psycho!
[grunts]
[straining]
- It's a gun store.
Victim got jumped in the parking lot.
Truck was stolen.
Had his leg run over too.
- Okay. Is it our guy? - Must be.
Victim saw him lurking outside talking on his phone
just like this morning.
Might have some people helping him too.
- Well, we've got something that might track with that.
We've got a Leon Cole, 35-year-old white male.
Made two threats against Meeks last month
while he was being audited.
- What kind of threats?
- "We're gonna blow all you pricks
to kingdom Come if you don't back off."
Words to that effect.
- Yeah, I say that tracks.
- He also didn't show up for work this morning.
- All right, check it out.
Let me know what you find.
- Manager confirm that he sold Fred a 9-millimeter Glock
and two boxes of ammo.
The perp never went inside and there's no cameras in the lot.
You think he did it for the gun or the truck?
- Maybe both.
Did ATF send bomb material alerts out
to all the stores around here? - Yes.
I updated the BOLO
and I contacted them about a sketch artist.
Maybe the cab driver or Fred
can give us something to work off?
[phone ringing]
- Hey, Ray. What's up?
- Hey, I think we should go see Jayden,
Marion Meeks' oldest son.
- Wait, you think he's involved in this?
- Probably not, but I just checked.
And he's got priors for petty theft and assault
with minor ties to gang activity.
Jayden might be caught up in something
his dad paid for with his life.
It's just a hunch.
- Yeah, hunch works right now.
Send us the address, and we'll meet you there.
- You got it.
- Leon left for work before I got up.
I ain't talked to him since.
- We were just at his office.
He didn't show up for work today.
- Okay.
- Well, do you know where he might be?
- Maybe Darryl's or a strip bar.
I done called him ten times today,
but he won't answer.
Is this about the audit?
- Oh, you know about that?
- Hell yeah I know, 'cause it's all bullcrap.
Leon took that paycheck loan money
so he could pay his boys, and that's all.
He ain't done nothing wrong.
- Then why'd he threaten to blow up his auditor twice
in the past month?
- You mean that Black fella that came in here,
told me sit in the other room while he ate my coffee cake?
I don't know about that.
If you say so.
[truck approaching]
- White male in a pickup truck.
- That's just Leon.
- Wait here.
- Leon Cole, can we talk?
Kristin Gaines, FBI.
[car horn blares] - Hey!
[dramatic music]
♪
- Get off me. - Hands behind your back.
- I didn't do anything. - Stop resisting.
- Just get inside, sweetie.
It's just some BS. I'll be right back in.
- Uh-huh.
- [grunts] I'm sorry.
I'll pay the money back. I swear.
- This isn't about the money, moron.
Threatening a government agent is a federal crime.
- You mean Marion?
I didn't mean it. It was all talk.
I was pissed, and I-- - All right.
Where have you been all day, Leon?
- Fishing it Percy Priest Lake.
Check my phone. I took pictures all day.
What's this about?
- Open it.
- What is this about?
Why am I in these cuffs? What am I being arrested for?
Am I talking to myself here?
- See when they were taken.
- 7:22, 8:35, 9:16. - I told you.
I was there all day. - Check his call history.
- What for? - Because I wanna know
who you've been talking to. - I got privacy rights.
- Could you be quiet? - Could you shut up?
- No outgoing calls. All incoming.
- Looks like your wife called you ten times today,
so why didn't you pick up the phone?
- 'Cause I didn't want to.
She's a royal pain in my ass.
- Oh, that's good.
- This is ridiculous.
You don't know anything about guns.
- Dad's right. This is the worst idea ever.
- Can't be that hard.
- It is hard.
What if you don't load it right?
What if you go to pull the trigger and nothing happens?
Everyone has guns around here.
What if someone pulls one on you?
- What if he has one?
- You could get yourself killed.
- That's why I'm gonna practice.
- Don't do that! If you start shooting,
you're gonna make too much noise.
You'll just attract attention. - Darla, please.
Don't make this worse.
- Don't worry about it. - I am gonna worry about it.
You're not thinking straight. Just--
♪
[gunshot]
- Mmm, good call on the hot chicken sandwich.
- Right? It's a total Nashville thing.
- And, Boss, how about we forget the knock and announce,
and I just do this on my own?
- Why?
- I'm just reading the room.
- He kinda has a point.
- Jayden might be more open if it's just me,
especially if he doesn't know I'm a fed.
Let's just try it.
Thank you.
- We'll be outside.
Yell if you need us, youngblood.
[phone chatter]
[knocks at door]
- Hello?
It's maintenance.
Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but your manager called.
Said I need to check on the power.
- Yeah, good. Come on in.
- All right, cool.
Yeah, these old buildings, man. [door slams]
The wiring sucks.
You hear anything pop?
You see a flash or something?
- Nah, everything just went out.
- All right.
What have you been up to today?
- Self-medicating. - Yeah, I get that.
It's a rough neighborhood. Gang territory, right?
- I wouldn't know. I'm a musician.
- Oh, for real? You go to work today?
- Why? - I'm just curious, man.
I don't see no instruments around.
- I'm a DJ, house and trap and stuff.
Hey, and why are you in the kitchen?
The fuse box is by the front door.
- Yeah, yeah.
I saw that.
- That ain't mine, I swear.
- Hey. Don't do it, Jayden.
Jayden. Come on, man.
Hey, hey, hey. Look, FBI, all right?
And I got two more agents outside.
We need to talk.
- Thanks.
- You letting him go?
- Said he was home all day till his mom called,
and he's not in a gang.
- What about the gun? - It's not his.
- It's a parole violation.
- It's registered to his father,
who, by the way, was murdered today.
We don't have time for arrest and paperwork right now.
This job isn't about street busts.
It's about finding our fugitive.
You're in the manhunt business now.
Get your priorities straight, understand?
- Remy, Forensics got something
on the army jacket from the trashcan.
They ID'd our unsub.
- What's his name?
- You mean her. Darla Crais.
She works for the IRS office in Downtown Nashville.
♪
[tense music]
♪
- Ms. Westphal, thanks for meeting after hours.
- Oh, not a problem.
What's so urgent about seeing Darla's desk?
Does she know who killed Marion?
- We think she did.
- I thought it was a man. - Yeah, we did too.
- She called in sick this morning,
but I didn't think anything of it.
- What kind of employee is she?
- Reliable and competent, by the book.
- She have a family? - She never talks about any.
She just does her job and goes home every night.
Here.
This is her spot.
- Darla was seen talking on her cell,
but we haven't been able to ping it.
Does she any friends that she's been in contact,
either here at home?
- Home, I don't know about, but here, no.
She's not social and keeps to herself.
She eats lunch by herself at this desk every day.
Darla works support staff
and the returns division down here.
And Marion was in the audit section upstairs.
It's possible they didn't even know each other.
- We're gonna need access to her desktop
and a copy of her personnel file.
- Of course.
- Darla owns a 2019 Prius, but it's not in the garage.
We need to get a BOLO out.
Earth to Ray?
- Yeah, I got it.
- Look, I know you got your ass chewed out.
Don't take it personally.
Remy's a good boss.
Try and learn from it.
Looks like she had a laptop.
She either took it or it's over here somewhere.
- You already in the doghouse?
I saw your credentials this morning.
You got a pretty low badge number for a new agent.
- Well, that's because it was my father's.
- He was also in the bureau?
- Yeah, 36 years.
He retired last summer.
He pinned it on me in Quantico when I graduated.
- I see.
- Wait.
You think that's why I got this job?
- I didn't say that. I was just making conversation.
- Felt more like an accusation.
I figured a sister will help a brother out.
- Hey, I was a cop too just like you.
Don't be so sensitive.
- Guys, check this out.
- That's hair.
Her hair.
- Chopped it off to look like a man.
- Ladies.
- That's weird.
Either she likes to wear men's clothes
or her boyfriend just moved in.
- Yeah, that could be what's happening.
- Doxepin, Clonidine.
What's this? - Don't know, but he will.
Jay Safrit MD. Vanderbilt Psychiatry Group.
- I diagnosed Darla with D.I.D. four years ago.
Most people know it is multiple personality disorder.
- Darla has multiple personalities?
- We call them alters.
Onset in the late 20s is typical,
but I'm very concerned
because D.I.D. patients are almost never violent.
- How many alters does she have?
- For a long time, it's been two:
Diane and Greg.
When she's on her meds and coming to therapy,
she can seem completely in control.
But when she's not, she can't control when they appear.
She describes it as being a passenger in her own body.
Here. This will give you an idea.
This is Darla presenting as Diane,
a 17-year-old high school student.
- Mallory thinks that it's stupid,
but Kim is like, "You should just run."
- Are you interested in student government?
- Yeah, for sure. - Why?
- It'll help me get into college.
- What about Greg?
- She never becomes him.
He just talks to her a lot.
Here's Darla talking about Greg.
- He says that my job is beneath me
and that I'm wasting my life.
"Why don't you find a man?
Why don't you get married and have kids?"
I like my job.
And I don't need kids to define me.
- And what do you want, Darla?
- I want him to leave me alone.
- And so on and so on.
- I noticed in both videos, she's wearing earbuds.
- When the alters appear, she'll talk back to them.
She pretends to be on the phone
so people won't think she's strange.
It's a coping mechanism.
- Would explain why we can't track the phone.
She doesn't have it on. - Right.
- You need to know about David.
- Who? - He's a new alter.
First appeared about a month ago.
Darla hates him. So do Diane and Greg.
- The altars know each other?
- In Darla's head, yes.
She'll hear them arguing, fighting for control of her.
David is mean and aggressive.
Darla calls him the enforcer.
She's afraid of him.
- Let's see the video.
- She wouldn't let me take any.
Something happened to trigger his emergence,
and Darla wouldn't say what.
And then about ten days ago, she stopped coming to therapy.
And I'm worried that David is making her violent,
especially if she's off her meds.
- What do you think David wants?
- I don't know. David's a mystery.
Diane and Greg, I get.
The sister she never had, the father who never loved her.
- What do you mean "the father who never loved her"?
Did he abuse her?
- Well, 95% of the time with D.I.D. patients,
that's the case.
But Darla's trauma was different.
- What happened to her?
- Darla's parents abandoned her when she was seven years old.
They were at rest up in Kentucky and just disappeared.
No explanation. No goodbye.
No nothing.
- That's awful. [phone ringing]
Did she go in the system?
- 11 different foster homes by the time she was 18.
Never went to college, always lived alone.
And according to Dr. Safrit, those first two alters emerged
as her way of coping.
- David's a different story. - He's the key.
If we can figure out what made him emerge a month ago,
maybe we can predict what's next.
- Is there anything in Darla's personnel file?
- I haven't had a chance to look.
- I did. Nothing but eight annual reviews,
all of them good.
No mention of any health or psychiatric issues.
Her boss might not even know she's sick.
- Remy, Murfreesboro PD found Darla's Prius
about a half mile from the IRS office.
The parking attendant said it's been there for two days.
- All right. You and Ray with me.
Let's hit it.
- Hey, are you all right? - Yeah.
I know this is stupid, but in the old days,
Jess would have taken me with him
to go see the psychiatrist this morning.
I feel like Remy doesn't trust me.
- Come on, Sheryll. - No, I'm serious.
I feel like he's icing me out.
- Let me ask you something.
How long have you been back?
About a week?
You remember the way you guys were with me
when I first turned up?
- It wasn't like this.
- Yeah, it kind of was.
You know this stuff takes time.
Just do what you do.
- Darla, please don't make this worse.
We have to get out of here.
- Wait, is that him?
It's okay. He didn't see us.
He doesn't know we're here.
- Darla, no, don't follow him.
- The FBI put your picture on the news.
You shouldn't be in public. - Dad's right.
Do you wanna spend the rest of our lives in jail?
- Just go. Turn around and walk away
before it's too late.
- He's in the produce section now.
- Just leave him.
The longer we're here, the worse it is.
What if someone recognizes you?
- Excuse me, sir. Sir.
- See?
- I need to get some chili flakes.
- Don't look at her.
Just stay calm.
Turn around and walk away.
- There he is again.
- Walk away, Darla.
It's okay.
He still didn't see us.
He just walked right by.
- Darla, no!
- Just let him leave the store.
Let him take his things and get in his car and go home.
You don't wanna hurt him. David does.
- Think about his wife and kids.
- Darla, David's making you do this.
- We know you hate him.
- You don't have to listen to him.
The truck's right around the corner.
Just get in and drive, and this can all be over.
- He stopped. He's coming back this way.
- I'm begging you, please don't do this.
- I can make it look like a robbery.
- It won't matter. Darla, you can still get away.
Maybe Canada, or even Mexico-- - Stop.
- You're not a killer.
David's the killer, but you have to tell him no.
You can do this. - Listen to Dad.
We love you. - Tell him no, Darla.
Turn around and walk away. - Just leave me alone.
♪
- [whistling]
- Hey, Bill.
[gunshots] - [grunts]
- He's got a gun!
- What? Where?
- At the ATM!
[gunshots]
- Stop!
[indistinct chatter]
- Victim's another IRS Agent?
- Yep. His name is Bill Anson.
He works in the Chattanooga office down the street.
His boss just got here.
- What the hell is going on?
Two to the chest at close range.
We're sure it was Darla?
- The shell casings match to a 9-millimete.
- Probably from the Glock she stole.
- Right.
Plus, the store manager saw her inside.
She was dressed like a man talking on the phone.
He got a weird vibe. Saw her outside.
He was here when it happened. Heard her say, "Hey, Bill."
- So Darla knew him?
- She shot him, grabbed some cash.
And then another witness saw her jump into a truck
and head north.
So it's her.
- We need to warn every IRS office in this state
right now, and I mean now.
- All right. Where's Hana and the rookie?
- Ray's canvassing witnesses.
Hanna's looking at Darla's laptop
we found in the back of her car.
- We got a connection
between this victim and Marion Meeks.
- Yeah, they both work for the IRS and they're both dead.
- They were also good friends.
Anson used to work for Meeks in the Nashville office
as a junior auditor
until he was transferred here three weeks ago.
- And why is that?
- His boss said there was some kind of complaint,
but he was never told what it was about.
And now, it's marked as confidential
and redacted in Anson's employee file.
- "SB"? Who the hell is that?
- That's Skip Budner, head of HR in Nashville.
He must have signed off on it.
- Get with the highway patrol in the county sheriff's office.
Set a perimeter. Put a bird in the air.
Call in the damn Boy Scouts if you have to.
I'm sick and tired of being a step behind.
- You're welcome.
- Because inclusion includes language.
- Take a break, people. We need to talk to Skip.
Come on, hurry up. Everybody out.
- What's going on?
- This is Agent Scott and Agent Gaines with the FBI.
They have some questions for you about Bill Anson.
- Bill doesn't work here anymore.
- And we wanna know why.
Those are your initials, correct?
What was his complaint about? - Uh...
This is confidential.
I'm not sure I can discuss it.
- But Bill's dead, Mr. Butner.
He was shot an hour and a half ago,
near his office at an ATM by Darla Crais.
- Oh, my God.
O-oh, my God.
- Tell us what happened.
- [stammers]
- Darla didn't like Bill.
She said he was always coming
around her desk and bugging her.
About two months ago, she came to my office very upset.
She had just come back from a work conference in Orlando,
the one sponsored by the law firm
where they put everybody up at the Royal--
- Why was she upset?
- She said she had a few drinks one night
and found herself in a room with Bill and Marion Meeks.
She blacked out.
When she woke up the next morning,
she felt like she'd been sexually assaulted
by either Bill or Marion, maybe both.
- For God's sake.
- Did you know about this? - Hell no.
Why didn't you tell me?
- Because she withdrew the complaint.
First thing I told her was go to the police.
"They'll take your medical history.
They'll have you examined by a doctor."
As soon as I said that, she completely backtracked.
Said maybe she was wrong.
It was probably all in her head.
She didn't wanna pursue it.
- She didn't want them to know.
- No, she didn't wanna lose her job.
- Know about what?
- Sheryll, you were right.
Darla's work had no idea she has D.I.D.
- You find out what the complaint was about?
- Darla claims she'd been sexually assaulted
at a work conference two months ago
by either Anson and/or Meeks.
She went straight to HR but then withdrew the complaint
as soon as she found out she'd have to see a doctor,
probably afraid they find out about her condition.
- Well, that explains Meeks wife.
- How?
- If she knew what her husband did,
having him cremated would have been the final straw.
It's a small thing, but I get it.
- We need to dig into this assault,
find out who else knows about it.
How's Hana coming with Darla's laptop?
- Yeah, she's still working.
- Grid search? - Yeah, nothing so far.
But we're putting up checkpoints
in I-24 North and South.
- All right. We're headed your way.
Let's stay on this.
Darla is out there somewhere.
[tense music]
♪
- This is not your fault.
- Darla, listen to me.
You need to know how much we love you.
- We love you so much.
- It's David.
It's not you.
You are my baby girl.
- And you will always be my big sister.
And we are so proud of you.
- This is not you, Darla.
We know who you are.
You're good.
- You're so good.
♪
- What do you think of the new guy?
- He's young, green.
- Hey, he's the same age as me.
- Yeah, with none of the task force experience.
Honestly, I don't know why Remy would pick him.
- He's his first hire since he's been here.
Maybe he wants to mold him in his own image.
- All right. Thank you.
- Speaking of...
- Talk to me.
- Truck driver saw Darla in a pickup
at a rest stop in North Georgia.
Local PD rolled code 7 but couldn't find her.
They're still looking.
- She's tracking south, but the question is why.
Hana, anything? - I'm getting close.
I'm trying to get into her emails.
- Okay, let's think about this for a second.
Darla was assaulted two months ago.
This alter, David, appears pretty quick after that.
The enforcer. Why does she call him that?
- Well, she probably wanted revenge.
And if she was too scared or too weak to act...
- Her alter could have emerged to do it for her.
- Right, keeps her detached,
almost as though she has no responsibility.
- That's good, but David was around
for at least three weeks before anything happened.
What made Darla so violent?
- Maybe she saw Anson again or Meeks.
- I can see that being a trigger if she's off her meds.
She's not going to therapy.
- Guys, I know what it is. She's pregnant.
Four days ago, she contacted a woman's clinic in Atlanta.
She made an appointment for an abortion that afternoon.
- Why Georgia? - No idea.
- Darla is nine weeks pregnant.
She told me that she had been sexually assaulted
and couldn't get help in Tennessee
because they have no exception for rape.
So she came here to see us.
- Did you do the procedure? - No.
We do have an exception for rape in Georgia,
but you're required to bring a copy
of the police report you filed.
And she didn't have one.
- How'd she react? - Well, how do you think?
She was raped and nobody would help her.
- She said the assault happened in Florida,
and it was too late to get a police report.
And she just wanted it out.
She even demanded we give her mifepristone and misoprostol
so she could go home and do it herself.
- That's the abortion pill, right?
- We don't call it that, but yes.
I told her that it wasn't possible
without a police report either.
She got even more upset, and she left.
And she hasn't come back.
- Call Atlanta PD? - Yeah, go.
Mary, you have security there?
- They always keep a guard outside. Why?
- Darla's a fugitive wanted for murder,
and we think she's in Georgia right now.
I'm concerned you could be a target.
- Seriously?
Usually, it's the protesters we worry about,
not the patient. - Mary, listen to me.
I want you to round up all the patients and employees
and lock your doors.
It's just a precaution, but-- [gunshots]
- What was that?
[screaming]
- Mary? - Oh, my God.
- Mary, can you hear me?
Mary?
[helicopter whirring]
- Agent Scott, I'm Agent Neil.
We've got the perimeter secured.
- What happened? - Security wouldn't let her
inside without an appointment. They argued.
She pulled a pistol and fired twice.
Thankfully missed,
but she managed to get inside
and holed up in an exam room.
- Any hostages? - One female.
The director of the clinic.
- Mary Nash. - That's her.
It's been quiet for 68 minutes.
But there's a window around back, second floor.
And she knows we're here.
- You make contact? - No.
I was told to wait for you.
[indistinct chatter]
- Around back. Eyes and ears.
You're qualified on that thing?
- Yes, sir.
[tense music]
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- In position.
- What are you seeing, Kristin?
- Darla's at your 2:00.
I can hardly see her, but I think she's on the exam bed.
Mary's at your 12:00.
She's crouched on the floor.
No visible injuries.
- Darla, this is Agent Scott with the FBI.
- Go away.
- We just wanna talk, okay?
Let's figure out a way to end this
without anyone else getting hurt.
- I said go away, or I will kill this bitch.
[gunshot]
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, all good.
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Darla, I know it wasn't you that fired that shot.
It was David, right?
He's the one who killed those men.
He's the one making you do this now.
- I told you to go away, please.
- You know what? I don't like David either.
I know Greg and Diane feel that way too.
Talk to me.
- I'm tired of everything.
- Tell me what you want.
- I want it out.
I just--
I just want it out of me, please.
- We can talk about that
if put the gun down and let Mary go.
You don't wanna hurt her.
She's a good person.
Don't let David push you around.
- He never leaves me alone.
None of them do.
I can't take it anymore.
- I know.
I know it's hard.
- Why--
why won't they just leave me alone?
- I got your meds.
If you come out, I can give him some.
And we can even get Dr. Safrit on the phone.
What do you say?
You're with me Darla?
♪
- [groaning]
- [whimpering]
[clatters]
- [labored breathing]
- What's happening?
- Darla is not moving, but Mary's crawling towards you.
She's coming to the door.
She's opening the door, Remy.
- Move! - Cover her!
- I got you.
♪
- Gun! Hey!
♪
- Call the paramedics. She's bleeding out.
Get them in here!
- Nice job.
That was a damn fast reaction, Ray.
You saved her life.
- Is she gonna make it? - That's what they're saying.
Go make sure I'm right.
- See you soon.
That was Barnes. She says congrats.
She and Hana are gonna meet us at the airport.
- Good.
- Is everything good with you Barnes?
- Yeah, why?
- Sounds like you're being tough on her,
icing her out maybe.
And if you're testing her, you know--
- I'm not icing her out. I'm just doing my job.
When I'm working, I'm working.
When things get hectic, I do what I do.
- She's a good agent.
- Yeah, she is.
- Tell her.
[indistinct chatter]
- We're all headed down to the Crown Room
for Ray's buy-in if you wanna come.
- No, I can't. I gotta get home to the kids.
- Okay.
[sighs]
Sheryll.
What's going on?
Let's clear the air.
- You really wanna know?
- I do.
- I've been doing this for 10 years.
I got more experienced on fugitives
than anybody else in the team.
And it feels like I'm starting fresh,
like I got to prove myself all over again.
- Is this about Jess?
- We had a shorthand. We understood each other.
He would never have brought somebody new on the team
without talking to me about it first.
- That's what you're mad about? - I'm not mad.
I'm frustrated.
I feel like you don't see me.
I worked my ass off on this case,
and you didn't even bring me to the takedown.
- There were three seats on the chopper.
I made the decision in the moment.
- So you brought the rookie instead?
- I needed to find out what he was made of,
if I can trust him.
- And I need the same thing from you.
It's a two-way street, Remy.
Look, I know I got a family and kid issues
to deal with sometimes, but that does not mean
I am not 100% committed to this job.
I'm here because I want to be, and I know what I'm doing.
- I know that.
You're a badass agent, Sheryll.
And I need you on this team.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Are we good?
- Yeah, we're good.
Just don't try to hug me or anything.
- [chuckles] I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yes, you will.
[bright music]
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[wolf howls]