[WHISTLING TUNE]
[CONTINUES WHISTLING]
Don't go too far.
[CONTINUES WHISTLING]
[STOPS WHISTLING]
Elsie.
Elsie!
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH QUICKLY]
A nationwide manhunt is underway for this man, Tyler Brandon Mills,
in connection with the Federal Building massacre.
We never should have bumped him up from weather. Sibilant S's.
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late. Why didn't you call me?
You're the boss. Bosses are never late.
You heard the guy. Nationwide manhunt.
Who do you think's in charge of that thing?
I ordered you pancakes.
I'm sorry. I don't have time.
You're going to catch Tyler Brandon Mills today, huh?
No, uh-uh. No extra tips from me.
Not even a little one?
I promise you, when we catch the guy,
you will get the exclusive. I already have the exclusive.
[CHUCKLES]
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go.
Got a 40-year-old female, abdominal trauma.
Vitals are unstable. Call a trauma panel and...
ER DOCTOR: Thanks. I'll take it from here.
WOMAN: [OVER PA] All personnel...
I was sleeping, man.
Dude, what is up with you?
Canto, where are we on Mills?
They're running his photo on all the channels.
We have eyes on his parents, his apartment.
We're watching his financials.
Tips are pouring in, but nothing solid yet.
Anything real, come straight to me.
Where are Durand and Gunnarsen?
They're in the conference room.
The Hobbit.
Were you expecting Mein Kampf?
[CHUCKLES]
You two, I want updates in 10.
[SIGHS]
Tyler is smart.
He likes fantasy, military history. The politics came later.
After he was disqualified from the army.
Yeah. He wanted to be the big man with the big gun.
Couldn't pull it off.
He has every iteration of video game consoles.
Every first-person shooter.
My son wants this stuff, but my wife's not having it.
Smart woman. Ha.
Take a look at this.
He has an admirer.
Had an admirer. These are from 10 years ago.
Liza Tutee.
Was she on the list of friends and family?
No. She's new.
Day one with Byrne go all right?
Yeah, she's sharp.
Why? You expecting a problem?
No.
Before, she, um...
She was one of the best.
Then why are we having this conversation?
Because I worry about her. Because she's my friend.
Look, guys I served with in Iraq were broken by less.
And she's still here.
Listen. You're uniquely qualified to recognize if she's struggling,
so keep an eye on her for me
and let me know if anything comes up.
Okay.
His pulse is thready. How much longer to the hospital?
Still 10 minutes out.
There's no exit wound. Bullet's still inside.
I'm gonna have to take it out. You can't.
Yeah, but if it embolizes, it'll go straight to his heart.
Who even knows if an embolism will happen?
I know it's unlikely, but still...
EMT DRIVER: Case closed. All right?
Apply pressure, give fluids, and get his ass to a real doctor.
That's our job.
Jack. Yeah, all right.
CANTO: You kill that, I kill you.
No need for violence. We can brew some more.
Sorry.
This case is destroying me.
Slept under my desk last night.
Your nobody's case sounds like a vacation right about now.
You know why they call the victims nobodies?
No.
So the rest of us can feel safe with only one killer in town.
We're all nobodies, Canto.
Hey. Hey.
What you working on?
Been looking into the fentanyl.
I'm not getting anywhere tracking his supplier.
Do you know you can get pure fentanyl online?
Dark web.
They mail it to you, tiny packages.
But none of the dealers want to be known for it
'cause it's bad for business.
But it's not hard to come by.
I mean, his M.O.'s the same every time.
It's like he's not even trying to hide that it's him.
But a fentanyl shot, it's like using a cannon instead of a gun
to do the job, right?
Okay. Spitballing here.
Let's go with the theory that
the vics were easy targets chosen at random, right?Mmm-hmm.
Valerie McNair, she's practically a vagrant, traveling alone.
Farley's a sleazy lawyer, door's always open.
Rivera isolated himself by trying to start a turf war.
So if we start by looking at the vics
and where they were in the week leading up to,
you know, before they died.
No, no. Wait, wait. Rivera wasn't an easy target.
Why? He was a part of a gang.
He had a Glock in his waistband. He had a .22 in his sock.
I mean, what if it's not just about, like, random targets?
What if they're actually connected?
They're all in the system, right?
Farley wasn't.
Yeah, but Farley worked for the system.
[PHONE RINGING]
Cal Isaac.
Yeah.
That's PPD. There's been another lethal injection.
Who?
Congressman Eli Ramos.
Not an easy target, is he?
A congressman is a big leap from a bus bench lawyer.
The party's next great hope.Yeah.
Wait, are those hives?
Let's flag it and send it to the M.E.
So it's the same M.O.
Mmm-hmm. [SIGHS]
Our killer's precise.
But why is he choosing all of these people?
I mean, look. Wallet, fancy car keys.
Right out in the open. The killer left them behind.
So it's not a robbery.
He gets inside. He does his job and he gets out.
Sounds like a professional.
Sonny.
Thanks.
Hey, have the unis spoken to the neighbors?
Yeah, they're canvassing right now.
CAL: Oh, shit.
You want me to bring the car around the back?
No.
We're good.
Okay.
[REPORTERS CLAMORING]
REPORTER 1: What can you tell us about Congressman Ramos?
REPORTER 2: Agent Byrne, what's it like to be back?
REPORTER 3: How did you get clearance?
Officer, keep them back. REPORTER 4: Agent Byrne!
CAL: Clear the path.
Get out of the way. Get out of the way.
[REPORTERS CONTINUE CLAMORING]
Get out of the way.
REPORTER 2: Agent Byrne, do you have anything to say?
Can you answer a few questions?
Agent Byrne! Over here, over here.
Are you back with the FBI?
Can you answer a few questions about this case?
[GASPING]
Can you handle this?
Yeah.
I'm fine.
If it's too much too soon...No, no.
I'm fine.
I just didn't expect to be a part of the story.
[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
CAL: [ECHOES] Byrne.
Byrne.
You all right?
EMILY: Yeah.
Uh, the autopsy reports are just
getting to me.
I think I'm just gonna call it a day.
Okay.
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
♪ Inside of a world I don't know
♪ She tries to fill up my heart, a black hole
♪ And try as hard as I might I can't let go
♪ She stands there with an open heart
♪ Firin' her up no, I must run far
♪ Can't heal these One shooting star
♪ Broken dreams and scars
♪ My feelings are reasons
♪ Inside my heart the rainy season... ♪
Hi.
Hey.
[CLEARS THROAT]
What are you having? Vodka, neat.
Mike. Vodka, neat.
So, uh, what do you need?
I wanted to see you.
I don't like how we left things.
Okay.
Why did you call?
Just wanted to hang out, try to be normal, you know?
Wanna get outta here?
Yeah, uh, okay.
Um... Uh...
You don't wanna drink first?
Come on.
Sure. Wait.
Oh!
[LAUGHS]
Are you okay?
[EMILY PANTING]
I love you.
[VENDING MACHINE BEEPS]
REPORTER: [ON TV] Shocking news
as Congressman Eli Ramos was found dead in his home today.
The Boston board representative was only 42 years old.
The FBI has declined to make any comment regarding the nature of his death.
Esti! Hey, Esti!
Hey. Hey.
What happened to that patient I brought in earlier, the GSW?
Mmm-hmm. Uh, bullet embolism.
They took him to surgery, but he didn't make it.
There was nothing we could do.
Thank you. Yeah.
[SIGHS]
Hey, it's me.
Hey.
Is that your first or your fifth?
[CHUCKLES]
Um...
I shouldn't have called.
I'm glad you did.
So...
Uh...
Today was tough.
And, um, well, when things get tough, I usually head to the bar.
But you didn't get a drink.
It's progress, not perfection.
Yeah, that, um...
That sounds like program talk.
Al-Anon, or actually, Alateen.
Your mom or your dad?
Try both.
Come on. I'll tell you about it over lunch.
You're buying.
[CHUCKLES] Okay.
What do we got?
Liza Tutee, 25, lives with her parents in Lowell.
She's an orderly at a retirement home.
Isolated, no peers to speak of.
She lives on social media, but went dark three days ago.
Huge blow for her nine followers.
That was the last day
Tyler Brandon Mills was at his parents' house.
The same day, Liza made
a giant purchase from Bedford Sporting Goods.
We pulled the receipt.
Propane canisters, two sleeping bags and a whole lot of ammo.
Well, that's enough for me. Let's get a tail on Miss Tutee.
[MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO] ♪ Look to the right
♪ Up and down make you feel all right
♪ I can do it in the morning or the afternoon
♪ Saturday night can't come too soon I gotta one-way ticket on a... ♪
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
EMILY: Hey, good morning. CAL: Hey. You on your way in?
Yeah, what's up?
Well, don't go directly to the office.
They found another body.
I'll text you the location.
EMILY: Another one already. CAL: He's dropping big game.
Clay Bishop, man. He's a first-ballot Hall of Famer.
Boston's gonna lose its mind.
So, two bodies in 24 hours.
When did this happen?
Housekeeper found him this morning.
Wife, she was clubbing. She stayed at a friend's house.
Unis are doing the notifications now.
Did we turn off the cameras?
No. They were cut when we got here.
So, Bishop had 223 to his stats, two championship rings.
Thank you.
250 pounds of pure muscle.
EMILY: Yet our killer took him down.
How? He's a beast.
Birthmark or rash?
Hmm.
There's another one.
Cal.
What is that?
CAL: Looks like a needle.
Must have snapped off.
Killer made a mistake.
Clay fought back. Yeah. Mmm-hmm.
Killer would have to be a big guy himself.
Or a woman,
using a different approach to get close.
[DOG WHIMPERING IN DISTANCE]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
...twenty-seven. Hey, hey.
Can we have a minute? Sorry.
[WHIMPERING]
[SHUSHING]
Cal?
Okay.
[SHUSHING]
You're okay.
Good boy, good boy.
Hi, buddy. Good boy.
Good boy. Shh.
Nice. You did good.
CAL: Guys, come here. Bring a kit.
We're gonna need a vet.
Hi.
[SHUSHING]
CAL: Good boy.
There's blood on his teeth. I need a swab.
Swab. [SOFTLY] Hi. Relax.
Yeah, you're good.
Nice job, buddy. Thank you.
Shh.
CAL: Good boy.
Good job.
Here.
Good boy. There you go.
Oh, whoa there. That's precious cargo.
It's okay. I'm good.
No, I wouldn't want you to lose all of your, uh, toilet paper.
Let me, uh... Let me give you a hand.
Oh!
Yes. Chunky PB.
My son...
My son only likes smooth. Amateur.
You could try and mix in a little at a time, build a tolerance.
Smart.
Sorry, sorry.
No, no, no. Let me. I'm sorry.
It's my mess, my fix.
I babble and then
drop all of your, uh... Your chicken soup.
See? All better. Thanks.
Yeah. Thank you, though, for, um, the tip.
Did they have it? No, they didn't have it.
They said to stop by next week.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Nice work, soccer dad.
Agent Crown, tracking device locked in.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
There are three cars.
One is Liza's. We don't know about the other two.
CROWN: We got something.Hold tight.
I'll text you the location.
Cabin belongs to a family. No relation to Liza Tutee.
Crown, have you located the owners yet?
Julianne's on the phone with the wife.
She says her husband and daughter were leaving the cabin hours ago.
I'm sending a photo now.
His name is Arthur. Kid is Elsie.
Good. Waiting on your signal.
Okay, we're good. Let's get into position.
AGENT: [ON RADIO] Agent Durand, male body down.
Repeat, male body down.
No apparent vitals.
The child is not in sight.
We may have a hostage situation.
[CRYING QUIETLY]
[CAN OPENS]
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
[CAMERA WHIRRING]
AGENT: First floor, all clear. No visual on the upper level.
Contact!
[INDISTINCT SCREAMING AND SHOUTING]
Don't shoot. We don't know where the kid is.
[GUN CLICKING]
[GRUNTING]
[GASPING AND WHIMPERING]
[GROANS]
Hey, well done, Nick. You're the man.
[ALL CHEER]
Nice job, Nick.
Great job, man. Thank you.
Thanks.
Thanks. Team effort, ladies and gentlemen.
Team effort. Great work.
Thank you. You're okay.
Hey. Hey.
How you doing? You all right?
Um, sounded like that was pretty tight out there.
Yeah, getting that hostage out safe was just...
She was drugged, but the medics said she'll be okay.
Listen, Nick, every team has a leader.
And Boston is gonna sleep safe tonight because of you.
Don't you forget that.
Yeah. Okay?
Okay. Okay.
Thanks, Derek.
Hey.
Um... Thank you.
You saved my life today. Did I?
Tyler had us pinned down and he wasn't gonna stop.
I got him on the reload. He was too slow.
He wasn't military trained.
Packing more heat than he knew what to do with.
Which I knew, because of the profile.
And tomorrow, we have to talk to him.
Yeah.
Nice work today, Agent Durand. Good job.
I thought you were taking the day off.
Congratulations. Thank you. Thanks.
CAL: Where is the housekeeper now?EMILY: She's in...
Just letting you know,
I'll be consulting on this case in permanent capacity now.
Excellent.
EMILY: Right. Where are we?
CAL: Uh... The crime scene
is immaculate.
There's no DNA,
no, uh... No fingerprints.
It's not a robbery.
He times his entrances and exits perfectly.
He cuts the cameras. He knows what he's doing.
So he's not leaving us much to go on.
Sounds like a pro.
If he is a pro, then who is he working for?
And why is he choosing these people?
What's their connection, right?
We started with the theory that they might have met in the system.
But the only time Bishop was in court was his two divorces.
I mean, if we dig deep enough, we'll find a connection.
Okay. Sounds like you made a good start.
Thanks.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Okay. Okay, okay. Uh...
Bishop, Bishop, Bishop. Bishop, Bishop...
The... The rash or the hives, um...
What about the hives?
What if it was environmentally induced, you know, like poison ivy?
Mmm-hmm. Marco had them,
according to his autopsy report.
Farley had it too.
Okay. Uh, Bishop, where's Bishop's file?
Here. There. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
He had it too. I thought it was a port wine stain,
and it's a rash. Valerie Chandris had it.
Maybe they were all in the same place.
Let's see if they crossed paths.
Hey, honey.
Alice?
Hey. Hey.
Where is she, buddy?
[PANTING]
Is she at work today?
[FOOD SEARING]
Stay.
Sleep here tonight.
EMILY: What are you doing?
Just a little something.
[KISSES]
You can have it.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I gotta pee.
Okay.
Don't move.
[GRUNTS]
[URINATING]
[SNIFFS]
[BLOWS NOSE]
What's this?
Why are you going through my things?
I found it in the trash can.
What is this?
[TUTS] Sodium pentothal.
You shooting up truth serum?
I'm trying to remember, Tom. You know that.
Did it work? Fragments, yeah.
That's a Schedule II drug. You can't do that.
Hey, this shit is dangerous.
I think you and I have different ideas of what's dangerous...
Come on, come on. Just...Get off. Please.
Why are you doing this? Why are you being this way?
I don't think you should be here...
I just don't want you to hurt yourself.
I think you should get going, Tom...Come on.
This isn't gonna work. You really ought to go.
Don't do this. There's nothing here for you.
This is who I am. So what?
Nobody normal would want me. I want you!
Then you gotta be crazy!
I can't get to you. Do you see this?
I can't swim through this shit in my head. It's killing me.
That's bullshit. Come here...Just, please... No, get off.
Just go, please.
Look at me. Look at me. Tell me this isn't real.
[EMILY SOBS]
Please, just go.
[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]
Okay, let's talk. Just go!
[GROANING] Just go.
[GRUNTS] No.
What are you doing?
Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off me.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
Emily. Stop.
Please, stop!
[TOMMY GRUNTS]
Stop.
[BOTH COUGHING]
What are you doing?
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Just stop!
[GROANS]
[COUGHS]
I'm sorry.
Emily, let's just calm down, okay?
[BOTH PANTING]
Let's just... I'm just gonna go home.
[GROANING]
[STRAINED GRUNTING]
[STRAINED] Stop.
Stop.
[PANTING]
No. No. No! Tommy.
[WHEEZING]
No.
[CONTINUES WHEEZING]
I'm sorry.
Go fuck yourself.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]