FBI (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 17 - Apex - full transcript
Maggie and Dana struggle to find justice for victims by a serial killer; the mayor limits the investigation to cut costs.
[upbeat pop music]
♪
[knocking on door]
- You look nice.
Are you having dinner with us?
- No, I'm meeting Bella
in the city.
She got reservations
to a trendy new place in Soho.
- Okay.
♪
- You look fancy.
But you missed
a couple of buttons there.
Where you going?
- Girls' night.
- Oh, but no drinking, right?
♪
- Love you.
♪
[camera shutter snapping]
What--what--
[stammering]
What's happening to me?
What is--I--
I can't move.
I can't--
[sinister music]
♪
- You look so pretty...
and so sexy.
I can't wait...
to see you die.
♪
[tense music]
♪
[radio chatter]
- You Bell and Zidan?
- Yeah.
- Detective Tom Shay,
Major Case Unit.
Getting a lot of heat on this.
Brass wants answers,
I don't know what to tell them.
This is the third young woman
we've found like this
with her face made up.
- Are you saying we have
a serial killer out there?
- Name's Chrissy Bugasi.
Turned 20 three days ago.
Lived with her parents
in Mount Vernon.
- What about
the other two victims?
- Lauren Eustace, 22.
Found her in Riverside Park
eight weeks ago.
Then we have Chloe Mark, 19.
We found her in Inwood Park
three weeks ago.
And now this.
- What about
physical appearance?
- All pretty similar.
Young, attractive, brunette.
Same build.
And when we found them
they looked just like that.
♪
So since it's a serial,
you guys can take the lead.
If you want it.
- We'll take it.
- Great, I'll get the evidence
transferred to your lab ASAP.
♪
- Uh, excuse me?
Take some photos of the
looky-loos, but be discreet.
Don't let them know
you're doing it.
- Sure.
- Thanks.
- What are you doing?
- Serials tend to return
to the scene to watch.
- No, I'm talking about
taking the lead
without talking to Dana first.
♪
- I'm sorry I didn't
run this by you first,
but this monster raped,
strangled, and then posed
three young women.
He is smart, he's organized,
and he's evil.
Worse, he's escalating.
- Do you have any idea
how much of our budget
you've just committed
to this case?
- No.
- Neither do I.
That's the problem.
I don't know SAC who wouldn't
have you suspended.
♪
But I trust you.
I trust your judgment.
So when you say
he's escalating,
what do you mean?
- His cooling-off period after
his first kill was five weeks.
His second kill
was three weeks.
I mean, the clock is shrinking.
- So he's gonna
kill again soon.
Let's get to work.
And, Maggie...
If you ask for the ball,
better make the shot.
♪
- All right,
first up on the docket,
a serial killer
hungry for prey.
Three dead bodies thus far.
We're looking for a nexus
among the victims.
We know he has a physical type,
but did they know each other?
Are they connected in some way,
or is he an
equal-opportunity executioner
stalking and killing
without prejudice?
Let's work, people.
- Given the sophistication
of these crimes--
the elaborate production,
posing--the chance that
these three victims are
the only ones is slim to none.
- I agree.
Hey, we need to run the MO
and victimology through VICAP.
- Already did that.
There are no hits.
- Run it again
and don't use makeup or posing.
- Did that, too.
We came up with 1,250 hits
on that search.
[computer chirps]
It's obviously too broad.
We need more data.
- Okay, so good news is ERT
found Chrissy Bugasi's cell.
It was tossed in the bushes
about 110 yards
from the crime scene.
Ian will have it soon.
- Great.
- Bad news is, uh,
Deputy Mayor Carver
is waiting for you
in your office.
Good luck.
- Lynn, good to see you.
You should have called.
- I met with the mayor.
He's very concerned
about this serial case.
- We are, too.
- Specifically, he's concerned
with the flow of information.
- I understand.
I'll make sure your office
gets updates regularly.
- I know you've worked
serial cases before,
but not here.
It's different.
This is the media capital
of the world,
and the New York media can't
get enough of these stories.
They like to turn these
horrific murders into theater,
into entertainment.
- I get it.
I'll do my best
to control the message.
♪
- Great, I appreciate it.
♪
- Cause of death
was ligature strangulation,
same as the other two victims.
Damage to the hyoid bones
indicates extreme pressure.
- This section
of the ligature mark is darker.
- Good eye, that's caused
by the pinching
of a retracting ligature.
- "Retracting."
Like a--like a pole snare?
- Animal snares use cable.
This was flat.
[foreboding music]
♪
- She doesn't have
any defensive wounds.
- And none of the typical
trauma of a sexual assault,
just like the others.
- He drugs them, doesn't he?
- Chrissy tested positive
for Vecuronium.
It's medically available.
Used in surgery.
- There was no mention
of Vecuronium
in the prior victims'
lab results.
- It's nearly undetectable
in the body after six hours,
but once I found it in Chrissy
I went back and tested
the other two
for trace amounts.
- Mm-hmm.
- Both were positive.
- Well, at least
they were unconscious
for the worst part.
- Yeah.
- Unfortunately, no.
Vecuronium isn't a sedative.
It's a paralytic.
They were paralyzed
but fully conscious
of what was going on.
♪
Ready?
♪
[somber music]
- I see the stories on TV
about all the awful things
that can happen
to young people,
and I'd thank the Lord
that nothing like that
ever happened to our family.
And now it's happened to us.
- I'm sorry.
I know this is hard.
We do need
to ask some questions.
Can you tell me about
Chrissy's social life?
Was she dating anyone?
- She didn't date.
- Chrissy was 20 years old.
- If you're implying that
my daughter brought this
upon herself--
- They're not, Louis.
♪
- Do you know why
Chrissy went into the city
the night she disappeared?
- She was having dinner
with a girlfriend
at some fancy restaurant
in Soho.
♪
- Um, she wasn't in Soho
last night.
- How do you know?
- We retrieved her phone,
and based on the radio signals,
it appears she was never south
of 14th Street.
♪
- Are you saying
she lied to us?
- Yes, uh, I'm afraid I am.
♪
Was there anyone
in Chrissy's life
who concerned you or her?
- A few months back,
she--she ran into a boy
she--she went
to grade school with.
They became friends,
but, he, um,
developed feelings for her.
She tried
to let him down gently,
but it went badly.
He made threats,
so she broke off
their friendship.
- When was that?
- Last week.
- Do you have a name
for this guy?
- Tim Shaughnessy.
She said he worked
for the Parks Department.
[tense music]
- Why would I hurt Chrissy?
I wanted to date her.
- 'Cause she blew you off?
- Yeah, well,
most girls blow me off.
- Then why were you
threatening her?
- I wasn't threatening her.
I was being persistent.
I liked her, you know?
But she kept telling me
that she wasn't allowed
to date people
that didn't go to her church.
And then I found out
that she was using
some dating app,
hanging out with
all these dudes from the city,
so I got upset.
Look, I don't know
what she's been telling you,
but whatever it is,
I didn't do it.
- She was found dead
this morning.
[cars honking]
- Uh...
I--I can't believe it.
- Do you know someone
by the name of Lauren Eustace?
- No.
- What about a Chloe Mark?
- Where were you last night?
♪
- You think I killed her?
Are you insane?
[distant siren wailing]
[stammering]
Um, I was shooting pool
at a place on 24th.
The Pearl.
I--I left at 3:00 a.m.
- Then where'd you go?
- Home.
I--I share an apartment
with three friends in Brooklyn.
I--I'm sure the building
has lots of video cameras.
- We'll be sure to check.
- You said that she was on
some dating app.
What was the name of it?
Hey, Jubal.
- Hey, uh, Pearl
confirmed his alibi.
He was there till 3:00 a.m.
- And we have video of him
entering his apartment
at 3:27 a.m.
- Did you find the dating app?
ApplePie?
- Uh, for wholesome,
All-American next-door types?
Yeah, I found it.
It was, uh, hidden
in her utilities icon.
I went back and I checked
the other victims' cellphones,
and they were both
on ApplePie, too.
- That could be the connection
we're looking for.
- Yep.
- Can you dig
into Chrissy's account?
See who she was
communicating with?
- I can't get past
her profile page.
This app uses
closed source encryption.
Without the encryption key,
it'll take time.
- Well, then you'd better
get to it.
What do we know about
this ApplePie dating app?
- Well, aside from the privacy
and security features,
the only thing unique about it
is the personality survey.
- Really?
Isn't that standard?
- Well, surveys are standard,
but accessibility
to other users' answers isn't.
- And you just know this
off the top of your head?
- Don't judge me.
- "How would your family react
if they found out
you were using ApplePie"?
Chrissy answered D, "They must
never learn of this."
[suspenseful music]
- Pull up
the other victims' surveys.
- Okay.
[computer chirps]
They all answered D.
- Makes sense.
These families are all
religious conservatives,
so the killer knew the women
wouldn't share information
or talk about the date.
- Hmm.
- Okay, let's cross-reference
"unsolved homicides"...
[computer chirps]
"Strict religious families,"
"internet dating"...
"and ApplePie."
[keys tapping]
[computer chirping]
♪
[computer chirping]
♪
We don't just have
three victims.
We have ten.
♪
- All ten victims
were in their 20s, brunette.
They came from
religious families.
They used the ApplePie
dating app.
They met someone
in Manhattan for a date,
and they were strangled
shortly thereafter.
- Were the others made up
and posed as well?
- No, just the last three.
- So his signature's evolving.
That's unusual.
- And the dump sites are moving
closer and closer to Manhattan.
The first victim was dumped
87 miles away,
the next was 73,
and the one after that was 55.
- At first, serial killers
are hyper-vigilant.
They don't want
to implicate themselves.
And with each kill,
they become more confident
and less vigilant,
and they begin to drop bodies
closer to home.
- Which is why the last three
are more elaborate.
This guy's feeling
more and more invulnerable.
- Okay, so we just got
the files back
from the dating site?
- Yeah?
- Founder used a lot
of encryption software,
but, uh, once we got past it,
we found out
that all inter-client
communications
are automatically deleted
once the user logs out.
Technically,
they're unrecoverable.
- But luckily, we are the FBI
and nothing is unrecoverable,
right?
[phone chimes]
What is it?
- Mayor's office doesn't want
to go public
with seven new victims.
and I quote,
"Without more evidence,
we think it's reckless
"to tell the public
that a single individual
"is responsible
for all ten murders.
ADIC Fritz and the
Deputy Director concur."
Guess I'm gonna have
to rewrite my press comments.
- [sighs]
- Sorry, what?
Dana's the SAC.
We're the FBI.
Don't we make the calls?
- No, not that simple.
Mayor of New York
has a lot of power,
a lot of important friends
in D.C.,
including the director
of the FBI.
Like it or not,
we have to work together.
[tense music]
♪
- Yes, I can confirm
that this morning
the NYPD requested
FBI forensics assistance
on several unsolved homicides.
As these are
ongoing investigations,
the Bureau cannot make
a comment at this time.
Thank you.
- Dana's good.
- She's being handcuffed
by the Mayor's office
and the boys in D.C.
She has no choice.
- Okay.
Looks like the three victims
found in Manhattan
were contacted
by the same person.
But who he is
or what they said,
that'll take more time.
[phone chimes and buzzes]
- It's Dana.
The killer just sent a letter
to the "New York Post."
She wants to meet
in the conference room now.
- "I am the Apex
and I am here."
"Through bridge and tunnel,
I play with objects I love
and make them smile."
[scoffs]
This is a bunch
of narcissistic nonsense.
- It is, but publishing it
might increase our chances
of finding him.
Someone might recognize
the language or the content
and contact us.
- It's how we caught
the Unabomber.
- I get it, but we're not gonna
give this idiot more publicity.
- What if the publicity
helps us get a new lead?
- Since the news of the three
strangled girls broke,
there's been an 18% spike
in hotel cancellations.
There is no need
to add fuel to the fire.
- With all due respect,
that's not our concern.
- It's tourist season.
People come here
to go to the Met,
see "Hamilton,"
walk through Central Park.
Not worry about
getting murdered by a maniac
hunting down young brunettes.
- Agreed, so isn't it better
to find the killer?
Stop him from doing this?
- I'll be happy
to call the Mayor
and explain the merits
of publishing this letter.
- There's no need.
We're not publishing.
The Mayor has spoken
to the Deputy Director.
They've already made
their decision.
- Then why the hell did you
bother to come down here?
- I'm just trying to be polite.
- Really?
♪
Let me tell you something,
it is not always that simple.
So if you would excuse us,
we need to get back to work
to find
this damn serial killer.
Not because it is hurting
the city's occupancy rates,
but because he is killing
innocent women.
♪
[papers shuffling]
Where were we?
[sighs]
- "I play with objects I love
and make them smile.
"With shadow and light,
I expose your source of terror.
You cannot stop me.
This is my birthright."
- The "smile"
makeup application
wasn't released to the press,
so it's gotta be him, right?
- Grammar, punctuation,
syntax indicate
that he's an educated
white male trying hard
to sound even more educated.
When the press
starts writing about him,
he wants to be called
the Apex Killer--
probably 'cause he thinks
it's cool.
That's why he wrote the letter.
And some of these phrases
are not his.
"Play with objects I love,"
"source of terror,"
they're Carl Jung.
- The son of a bitch
picks his victims wisely.
He knew all ten girls
wouldn't talk about
their little walk
on the wild side
with their families.
- Can't believe going on a date
is a walk on the wild side.
♪
[pen clicking]
♪
- The Apex profile
we worked up.
I want you to distribute it
to all the
law enforcement agencies
in the tri-state area.
- I like where
you're going with this.
- But if we go wide
with this information,
somebody is going to leak it.
- Exactly, and when they do
the "Post" will go to press
with the letter
before someone scoops them.
- Nice.
- In the meantime,
let's dig into evidence we have
and see what we can act on.
- Got it.
♪
- Hey, guys?
I think I found something.
- 'Kay.
- These are Chrissy Bugasi's
crime scene photos.
NYPD crime scene photos
from this year.
What do you see?
- The Apex's photos--
content notwithstanding--
are prettier.
- Mm-hmm.
Nine more
random crime scene photos,
all taken
from different agencies.
- Wow.
Yeah, the Apex photos are
definitely more composed.
- He selects the location
and time based on light.
He selects the girls
based on looks.
He poses them.
He puts makeup on them.
- He's acting like
a photographer.
- We just got a response
to the Apex profile.
Jersey cop saw the profile,
called in a suspect.
Edward Praeger.
He's a plastic surgeon.
He was accused of drugging
and assaulting
young brunette women.
- A surgeon would definitely
have access to Vecuronium.
- Mm-hmm.
- Exactly.
Oh, the father of one
of the victims, Jim Eustace,
is in the conference room.
He wants to talk
to one of you two.
- I'll take it.
Mr. Eustace.
I'm Special Agent Maggie Bell.
- I called the NYPD.
They gave me the runaround,
told me they weren't
working the case anymore.
- Right, we've taken the lead.
- And you don't tell anyone?
You don't reach out?
- I'm sorry,
somebody should have called you
and let you know
what was going on.
- Well, here I am.
Tell me.
- I can't.
It's an ongoing investigation.
All I can really say to you
is that--
- You're doing
the best you can.
That's all the NYPD said, too.
You know what those words mean?
Nothing.
It's insulting.
- Mr. Eustace--
- I don't sleep.
I--I don't eat.
[sighs]
Lauren was all I had,
and now the only thing
I got left
is finding the monster
who did this.
That--that's all I think about.
[somber music]
♪
- I understand
you're a man of faith.
- I am.
- Then you know
where Lauren is.
♪
That she's okay.
♪
- Do you have faith?
- [sighs]
I try.
- I guess your job
doesn't help.
♪
- Actually, it's the opposite.
♪
Every--every time we get
a dangerous criminal
off of the street,
or every time I get
to deliver justice
for a victim,
it restores my faith.
♪
Mr. Eustace...
I promise you,
I will find the man
who took your daughter
from you.
[knock on door]
- Maggie?
♪
- Uh, you're busy.
I'll let you go.
♪
And thank you.
♪
[tense music]
- You got an address
for Praeger?
- Yeah, let's roll.
Did you just promise him
what I think you did?
♪
[doorbell rings]
Delivery!
Doorman sent me in!
- Wrong apartment.
- Delivery for "Dr. Praeger"?
You gotta sign for it.
- Doorman's not supposed
to just--
- FBI.
- [grunts]
What the hell are you doing?
- We've got right.
- Clear team,
south side, let's go.
- Left side.
- Upstairs.
- Don't move.
- Hey, bag his phone.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Find any hard drives,
tablets--
anything and everything
that might have a photo.
[dramatic music]
- Thumb drives, firewire,
paper--let's grab it all.
♪
We've got the lower level.
We're headed down now.
- Could you watch
the hands, please?
I'm a surgeon.
♪
- Polaroid.
An original.
- Don't worry, Doc.
Something tells me you won't
be doing any more surgeries.
♪
- What am I being charged with?
- We're gonna get to that,
but first I need
to verify some facts.
We found these photos
on your hard drive.
Is this one of your patients?
Did you sedate her
before you took this photo?
All right, clearly you don't
want to discuss this,
so I'm just gonna
get right to it.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- It's a picture.
♪
What do you want to know?
- Why you painted
the smile on her face
before you killed her.
♪
- I would like
to call my attorney.
♪
- This guy can lawyer up
all he wants, he's good for it.
- He's not.
- What?
- His DNA does not match
the DNA on the victim.
- So why does he have
a polaroid
of one of the victims?
- He has a polaroid
of one of the victims
with the real killer's DNA
on it.
The lab found
a second DNA profile
on the photograph.
Positive match
to the Apex Killer.
- So these degenerates
are friends?
What, they're just
sitting around swapping
disgusting photos
with each other?
- Well, either way, it's clear
Praeger knows the identity
of the Apex Killer,
so when that lawyer shows up,
you two are gonna convince him
to cooperate.
- The photos we found
on your client's hard drive
will put him in prison
for 20, maybe 30 years.
- Save the speech.
We just want to know
what kind of deal
you're willing to offer.
- AUSA will recommend
a downward departure
on sentencing guidelines.
You're looking at 15 years...
If you cooperate.
♪
- [whispering inaudibly]
♪
- What do you want to know?
[papers shuffling]
- I want to know
who gave you this photo.
- Don't know his name.
I met him at Hedon.
- "Hedon"?
- It's a sex club.
High-end, members only.
He's there all the time.
- And the polaroid?
- One night, we got talking,
and it turns out
that we're both into...
well, photos.
A week later, he brought me
one of his favorites,
and the next time I brought him
one of mine, so on.
That's how I got the polaroid.
- Hmm.
♪
Do you recognize anybody
in these photos
taken at the last crime scene?
[papers shuffling]
- The guy who gave me
the polaroid had brown hair.
I--I can't be 100%--
this cap is
sort of throwing me--
but--but that might be him.
The one with the cellphone.
♪
Okay, so I held up my end
of the deal.
You're gonna talk
to AUSA, right?
- Yeah, but not until
you take us to that sex club
and ID the man
that gave you the polaroid.
♪
- Backup is in place.
- All right, we're going in.
- Good luck.
And uh, try not
to touch anything.
[button clicks]
- Hey, how's it going?
I, uh, have some friends
with me tonight.
Thanks.
Here.
- They have visitor passes?
- The "V" is for voyeur.
Put them on.
Anywhere that says
"members only"
you're not allowed.
Unless you want to participate.
[sultry, brooding music]
- Okay, Jubal, we're in.
All good.
- Do you see him?
- Nope.
♪
- Oh, there he is.
Uh, don't--don't turn around,
he's looking this way.
- Where?
- Straight back by the bar.
♪
- OA, he's on your seven.
Take Praeger, circle back,
and get behind him.
♪
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Hey, Jubal,
we have a possible.
Stand by.
♪
[distant chatter]
♪
- Hey, you're not supposed
to be down here.
- I'm looking for a friend.
- You're coming with me.
- Get off me!
[grunts]
[both grunting]
- [screams]
- Hey!
- I'm the FBI--
[grunting]
I'm FBI!
- [growling]
- I got this, get him!
- [hollers]
[both grunting]
♪
- [panting]
♪
[door closes]
♪
Jubal, there's a third exit
in the club.
It's by the construction site.
- You sure?
There's nothing
in the building records.
- Yeah, well, I just used it.
♪
- Apex?
- He's gone.
[slams table]
♪
- There, that's the man
Praeger ID'd.
- Okay, let's see.
[computer chirping]
Got him.
His name is Robert Burke IV.
- Burke?
- Well, that'll
complicate things.
- Why do I recognize that name?
- I don't know,
you ever driven down 6th Avenue
between 46th and 51st?
- Probably, why?
- Robert Burke owns it.
Or, more accurately,
his family does.
Burke's one of the largest
real estate owners
in Manhattan.
We strongly believe
Robert Burke
is the Apex Killer.
You see that skyline?
Burke's family owns 4% of it.
Money like that is what
we in the business like to call
"a flight risk."
- To prevent him
from leaving the country,
we've put out a BOLO on him
and we're watching every exit.
- That's right.
The Port Authority
is covering Penn Station,
New York Transit's
got Grand Central.
and FBI will take JFK,
LaGuardia,
and the private airports
on the island.
- He's not in
his Manhattan apartment.
His car is still in the garage.
We have agents sitting on both
in case he shows up.
- We got anything
off his cell, ATM, credit card?
- Uh, he turned off his
cellphone so we can't track it,
and he hasn't been using
his credit cards.
- Right, so he's clever.
Well, you know what?
We have bigger and better toys
than even the well-heeled
Mr. Burke.
Let's find him!
- What else do we know about
Burke, other than he's rich?
- He went to Exeter
and then Princeton.
He graduated with a 3.9 GPA.
[phone buzzes]
On paper,
Burke's a hell of a guy.
His ex-wife might have
a different opinion, though.
Called for divorce
three months ago.
- Really?
- Just before he started
dumping victims in Manhattan.
Maybe his divorce
triggered the escalation.
- Right.
- Bring her in.
- Okay.
[overlapping chatter]
- I haven't heard from Robert
in three months,
but I read the "Post."
Those murdered girls.
It's him, isn't it?
- What--what makes you
say that?
- People always told me
Robert wasn't normal,
but I was in love.
To me, he was just eccentric.
He wasn't trapped by
people's expectations of him.
- I see.
- That's what
made him interesting.
- Right.
Why did you divorce him?
- I started to see
what everyone had been saying.
- That he was odd?
- More like sick and twisted.
[dark music]
[sighs]
♪
I haven't told anyone this.
♪
[sighs]
Three months ago...
he drugged me,
and I'm his wife.
♪
He did certain things to me...
♪
He took pictures.
- You found them?
- He showed them to me
at breakfast the next morning.
He didn't even think
it was weird.
He just kept saying
how beautiful I looked.
How great the light was.
How cinematic the photos were.
♪
I filed for divorce...
that afternoon.
♪
- Do you know
where he might be?
- Do you know where he would go
if he thought
he was in trouble?
- His family has a farm
in Far Hills,
a house in Greenwich,
a summer place
in South Hampton.
- Do you think he prefers one
over the other?
- No, not really,
but you guys are the FBI.
Can't you just break in
and search the place?
- Not without evidence.
But right now,
all we have is a theory.
- Has he been
to your new apartment?
- He came to the lobby once
to deliver an apology letter.
- Do you still have it?
♪
- Yeah, my lawyer told me
to hold onto it.
♪
- Good news, there was saliva
on the envelope.
We did a rush DNA analysis
and it's a match
to the DNA found
on the last three victims.
- I'll get you a search warrant
for his home address.
- And for the other three
family properties.
- Okay.
- [grunts]
Federal agents!
- FBI!
♪
- To your right,
rotate to your right.
- Up topside, topside.
Coming up.
- Criss-cross, criss-cross.
- Contact!
- FBI! Hands up!
- [screams]
No!
- Robert Burke, is he here?
- N-no, I--no, he's not here!
I don't know where he is!
I'm just his cleaning lady!
- Okay, please escort her out.
♪
- Ma'am, this way.
♪
Hey, OA.
His ApplePie account is open.
- Tell me we can access
his message history.
- [groans]
Just the last one.
- How did he get in here
without our surveillance team
spotting him?
- He didn't.
Linked with his cellphone.
Shygurl1990.
"I'm so excited to finally
meet you face to face."
He replied,
"Me, too, see you soon."
That was 40 minutes ago.
- He's meeting up
with his next victim.
- [sighs]
- All right, so it looks like
Burke sent the DM
from his Midtown office
and then turned off his cell,
so we can't track it.
We're still trying
to ID shygurl1990,
but so far no luck.
I'm hoping that maybe
she got cold feet
and never showed up
for the date.
- All right,
listen up, everybody.
There's a good chance
that Burke has drugged
his latest victim
and is en route
to a secondary location,
where he has the privacy
to begin his killing ritual.
- That's right, we've got eyes
on all the family's
residential properties.
We've got five-man
Special Operation groups
at each site--Far Hills,
Greenwich, and South Hampton.
We've also got agents stationed
outside Burke's apartment
and office.
[tense music]
Uh, but we cannot count on
Burke showing up
to any of these,
so where else might he go?
Let's dig deep.
♪
- What is it?
- You kicked in
Robert Burke's door.
- You're damn right, we did.
- Based on what?
- DNA.
- DNA from a letter
left with a doorman.
There's no chain of custody.
We can't legally prove the DNA
actually belongs to Burke.
- This monster just grabbed
another girl,
and you and I are standing here
discussing chain of custody?
- Until you physically swab
his mouth,
he is a person of interest.
You can surveille, or detain,
or execute a search warrant.
No-knock searches
are off-limits.
If someone doesn't
open the door,
or if somebody is not home,
you wait.
- Who the hell do you think
you're talking to?
- I am conveying the position
of the Mayor.
And you know
how he does business.
- Got it.
- It's a bunch of crap, huh?
- A lot of eyes on this one,
so we have to proceed
with caution
and check all the boxes.
- Yeah, tell that
to the parents of shygurl1990.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
both: Hey.
- I think Burke is here
in Manhattan.
- Yeah?
- It's part of his elitist,
old money ego trip.
♪
Look.
He thinks that he's
a photographer.
You know, he poses
some of his victims
and he--he makes sure that
the lighting is just right.
♪
He's gotta have
some sort of studio.
You know, a personal space
where it's private
and he feels comfortable enough
to be this creative.
- Or where he plays
with the objects he loves.
- Check his credit card.
See if he purchased
any photo equipment.
Cameras, lenses.
- Oh, okay, it looks like
he picked up something
called negative scanners.
That sounds
like photo equipment.
Seems like he purchased two
in 2016 for $25,000 apiece,
and they were delivered
to a 258 Mott Street address.
It's a commercial building.
I mean, I can track the owner
but it will take some time.
- Well, we don't have time.
Go.
And, OA, we have a lot of eyes
on us right now,
so we need you to wear
a body cam, okay?
- Okay.
[suspenseful music]
[muffled rock music
playing over radio]
- You hear that?
- Yeah, you're right.
He's here.
- Hey, Dana,
we're outside Burke's studio.
There's music playing inside.
I think someone's here.
- Dana, we talked about this.
- [sighs]
Maggie, knock.
Identify yourself.
If he answers,
execute the search warrant.
- Sorry, you want me to knock?
- You heard me.
♪
- Robert Burke,
this is the FBI!
We have a warrant
to search your premises!
♪
Robert Burke,
this is the FBI!
Dana, he's not answering,
but there's somebody in there.
Dana?
♪
Dana, you said
don't ask for the ball
unless I can make the shot.
- Maggie,
it's more complicated.
- All due respect, it's not.
Please, give me
the green light.
♪
- You got it.
You kick that
damn door down now.
♪
[sultry rock music
continues over radio]
- ♪ Whoa-oh-oh
♪ Whoa-oh
[song continues over speakers]
♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh
♪ It's not dangerous
♪
♪
- Oh, God.
Let her go.
Robert, it's over.
Let her go now.
[tense music]
- [choking]
- I am...
the Apex.
♪
- Talk to me.
- Okay.
- [gagging]
- You're gonna be okay.
You're okay.
- We got her, she's okay.
- [panting]
- Oh, thank God.
- [sighs]
- Call an ambo now.
[dramatic music]
It's okay.
♪
- Congratulations.
[phones ringing]
The Mayor's having
a press conference tomorrow.
He wants you to join.
- Oh, sorry, can't.
I have work to do.
I'm guessing he won't mind
being on that stage
all by himself.
- [laughs]
That was a big risk you took,
kicking down the door,
violating his order.
[tense music]
♪
- The bigger risk
would have been
not kicking down that door.
♪
- I appreciate
your transparency, Dana.
It's a very rare attribute.
Especially around here.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howling]
♪
[knocking on door]
- You look nice.
Are you having dinner with us?
- No, I'm meeting Bella
in the city.
She got reservations
to a trendy new place in Soho.
- Okay.
♪
- You look fancy.
But you missed
a couple of buttons there.
Where you going?
- Girls' night.
- Oh, but no drinking, right?
♪
- Love you.
♪
[camera shutter snapping]
What--what--
[stammering]
What's happening to me?
What is--I--
I can't move.
I can't--
[sinister music]
♪
- You look so pretty...
and so sexy.
I can't wait...
to see you die.
♪
[tense music]
♪
[radio chatter]
- You Bell and Zidan?
- Yeah.
- Detective Tom Shay,
Major Case Unit.
Getting a lot of heat on this.
Brass wants answers,
I don't know what to tell them.
This is the third young woman
we've found like this
with her face made up.
- Are you saying we have
a serial killer out there?
- Name's Chrissy Bugasi.
Turned 20 three days ago.
Lived with her parents
in Mount Vernon.
- What about
the other two victims?
- Lauren Eustace, 22.
Found her in Riverside Park
eight weeks ago.
Then we have Chloe Mark, 19.
We found her in Inwood Park
three weeks ago.
And now this.
- What about
physical appearance?
- All pretty similar.
Young, attractive, brunette.
Same build.
And when we found them
they looked just like that.
♪
So since it's a serial,
you guys can take the lead.
If you want it.
- We'll take it.
- Great, I'll get the evidence
transferred to your lab ASAP.
♪
- Uh, excuse me?
Take some photos of the
looky-loos, but be discreet.
Don't let them know
you're doing it.
- Sure.
- Thanks.
- What are you doing?
- Serials tend to return
to the scene to watch.
- No, I'm talking about
taking the lead
without talking to Dana first.
♪
- I'm sorry I didn't
run this by you first,
but this monster raped,
strangled, and then posed
three young women.
He is smart, he's organized,
and he's evil.
Worse, he's escalating.
- Do you have any idea
how much of our budget
you've just committed
to this case?
- No.
- Neither do I.
That's the problem.
I don't know SAC who wouldn't
have you suspended.
♪
But I trust you.
I trust your judgment.
So when you say
he's escalating,
what do you mean?
- His cooling-off period after
his first kill was five weeks.
His second kill
was three weeks.
I mean, the clock is shrinking.
- So he's gonna
kill again soon.
Let's get to work.
And, Maggie...
If you ask for the ball,
better make the shot.
♪
- All right,
first up on the docket,
a serial killer
hungry for prey.
Three dead bodies thus far.
We're looking for a nexus
among the victims.
We know he has a physical type,
but did they know each other?
Are they connected in some way,
or is he an
equal-opportunity executioner
stalking and killing
without prejudice?
Let's work, people.
- Given the sophistication
of these crimes--
the elaborate production,
posing--the chance that
these three victims are
the only ones is slim to none.
- I agree.
Hey, we need to run the MO
and victimology through VICAP.
- Already did that.
There are no hits.
- Run it again
and don't use makeup or posing.
- Did that, too.
We came up with 1,250 hits
on that search.
[computer chirps]
It's obviously too broad.
We need more data.
- Okay, so good news is ERT
found Chrissy Bugasi's cell.
It was tossed in the bushes
about 110 yards
from the crime scene.
Ian will have it soon.
- Great.
- Bad news is, uh,
Deputy Mayor Carver
is waiting for you
in your office.
Good luck.
- Lynn, good to see you.
You should have called.
- I met with the mayor.
He's very concerned
about this serial case.
- We are, too.
- Specifically, he's concerned
with the flow of information.
- I understand.
I'll make sure your office
gets updates regularly.
- I know you've worked
serial cases before,
but not here.
It's different.
This is the media capital
of the world,
and the New York media can't
get enough of these stories.
They like to turn these
horrific murders into theater,
into entertainment.
- I get it.
I'll do my best
to control the message.
♪
- Great, I appreciate it.
♪
- Cause of death
was ligature strangulation,
same as the other two victims.
Damage to the hyoid bones
indicates extreme pressure.
- This section
of the ligature mark is darker.
- Good eye, that's caused
by the pinching
of a retracting ligature.
- "Retracting."
Like a--like a pole snare?
- Animal snares use cable.
This was flat.
[foreboding music]
♪
- She doesn't have
any defensive wounds.
- And none of the typical
trauma of a sexual assault,
just like the others.
- He drugs them, doesn't he?
- Chrissy tested positive
for Vecuronium.
It's medically available.
Used in surgery.
- There was no mention
of Vecuronium
in the prior victims'
lab results.
- It's nearly undetectable
in the body after six hours,
but once I found it in Chrissy
I went back and tested
the other two
for trace amounts.
- Mm-hmm.
- Both were positive.
- Well, at least
they were unconscious
for the worst part.
- Yeah.
- Unfortunately, no.
Vecuronium isn't a sedative.
It's a paralytic.
They were paralyzed
but fully conscious
of what was going on.
♪
Ready?
♪
[somber music]
- I see the stories on TV
about all the awful things
that can happen
to young people,
and I'd thank the Lord
that nothing like that
ever happened to our family.
And now it's happened to us.
- I'm sorry.
I know this is hard.
We do need
to ask some questions.
Can you tell me about
Chrissy's social life?
Was she dating anyone?
- She didn't date.
- Chrissy was 20 years old.
- If you're implying that
my daughter brought this
upon herself--
- They're not, Louis.
♪
- Do you know why
Chrissy went into the city
the night she disappeared?
- She was having dinner
with a girlfriend
at some fancy restaurant
in Soho.
♪
- Um, she wasn't in Soho
last night.
- How do you know?
- We retrieved her phone,
and based on the radio signals,
it appears she was never south
of 14th Street.
♪
- Are you saying
she lied to us?
- Yes, uh, I'm afraid I am.
♪
Was there anyone
in Chrissy's life
who concerned you or her?
- A few months back,
she--she ran into a boy
she--she went
to grade school with.
They became friends,
but, he, um,
developed feelings for her.
She tried
to let him down gently,
but it went badly.
He made threats,
so she broke off
their friendship.
- When was that?
- Last week.
- Do you have a name
for this guy?
- Tim Shaughnessy.
She said he worked
for the Parks Department.
[tense music]
- Why would I hurt Chrissy?
I wanted to date her.
- 'Cause she blew you off?
- Yeah, well,
most girls blow me off.
- Then why were you
threatening her?
- I wasn't threatening her.
I was being persistent.
I liked her, you know?
But she kept telling me
that she wasn't allowed
to date people
that didn't go to her church.
And then I found out
that she was using
some dating app,
hanging out with
all these dudes from the city,
so I got upset.
Look, I don't know
what she's been telling you,
but whatever it is,
I didn't do it.
- She was found dead
this morning.
[cars honking]
- Uh...
I--I can't believe it.
- Do you know someone
by the name of Lauren Eustace?
- No.
- What about a Chloe Mark?
- Where were you last night?
♪
- You think I killed her?
Are you insane?
[distant siren wailing]
[stammering]
Um, I was shooting pool
at a place on 24th.
The Pearl.
I--I left at 3:00 a.m.
- Then where'd you go?
- Home.
I--I share an apartment
with three friends in Brooklyn.
I--I'm sure the building
has lots of video cameras.
- We'll be sure to check.
- You said that she was on
some dating app.
What was the name of it?
Hey, Jubal.
- Hey, uh, Pearl
confirmed his alibi.
He was there till 3:00 a.m.
- And we have video of him
entering his apartment
at 3:27 a.m.
- Did you find the dating app?
ApplePie?
- Uh, for wholesome,
All-American next-door types?
Yeah, I found it.
It was, uh, hidden
in her utilities icon.
I went back and I checked
the other victims' cellphones,
and they were both
on ApplePie, too.
- That could be the connection
we're looking for.
- Yep.
- Can you dig
into Chrissy's account?
See who she was
communicating with?
- I can't get past
her profile page.
This app uses
closed source encryption.
Without the encryption key,
it'll take time.
- Well, then you'd better
get to it.
What do we know about
this ApplePie dating app?
- Well, aside from the privacy
and security features,
the only thing unique about it
is the personality survey.
- Really?
Isn't that standard?
- Well, surveys are standard,
but accessibility
to other users' answers isn't.
- And you just know this
off the top of your head?
- Don't judge me.
- "How would your family react
if they found out
you were using ApplePie"?
Chrissy answered D, "They must
never learn of this."
[suspenseful music]
- Pull up
the other victims' surveys.
- Okay.
[computer chirps]
They all answered D.
- Makes sense.
These families are all
religious conservatives,
so the killer knew the women
wouldn't share information
or talk about the date.
- Hmm.
- Okay, let's cross-reference
"unsolved homicides"...
[computer chirps]
"Strict religious families,"
"internet dating"...
"and ApplePie."
[keys tapping]
[computer chirping]
♪
[computer chirping]
♪
We don't just have
three victims.
We have ten.
♪
- All ten victims
were in their 20s, brunette.
They came from
religious families.
They used the ApplePie
dating app.
They met someone
in Manhattan for a date,
and they were strangled
shortly thereafter.
- Were the others made up
and posed as well?
- No, just the last three.
- So his signature's evolving.
That's unusual.
- And the dump sites are moving
closer and closer to Manhattan.
The first victim was dumped
87 miles away,
the next was 73,
and the one after that was 55.
- At first, serial killers
are hyper-vigilant.
They don't want
to implicate themselves.
And with each kill,
they become more confident
and less vigilant,
and they begin to drop bodies
closer to home.
- Which is why the last three
are more elaborate.
This guy's feeling
more and more invulnerable.
- Okay, so we just got
the files back
from the dating site?
- Yeah?
- Founder used a lot
of encryption software,
but, uh, once we got past it,
we found out
that all inter-client
communications
are automatically deleted
once the user logs out.
Technically,
they're unrecoverable.
- But luckily, we are the FBI
and nothing is unrecoverable,
right?
[phone chimes]
What is it?
- Mayor's office doesn't want
to go public
with seven new victims.
and I quote,
"Without more evidence,
we think it's reckless
"to tell the public
that a single individual
"is responsible
for all ten murders.
ADIC Fritz and the
Deputy Director concur."
Guess I'm gonna have
to rewrite my press comments.
- [sighs]
- Sorry, what?
Dana's the SAC.
We're the FBI.
Don't we make the calls?
- No, not that simple.
Mayor of New York
has a lot of power,
a lot of important friends
in D.C.,
including the director
of the FBI.
Like it or not,
we have to work together.
[tense music]
♪
- Yes, I can confirm
that this morning
the NYPD requested
FBI forensics assistance
on several unsolved homicides.
As these are
ongoing investigations,
the Bureau cannot make
a comment at this time.
Thank you.
- Dana's good.
- She's being handcuffed
by the Mayor's office
and the boys in D.C.
She has no choice.
- Okay.
Looks like the three victims
found in Manhattan
were contacted
by the same person.
But who he is
or what they said,
that'll take more time.
[phone chimes and buzzes]
- It's Dana.
The killer just sent a letter
to the "New York Post."
She wants to meet
in the conference room now.
- "I am the Apex
and I am here."
"Through bridge and tunnel,
I play with objects I love
and make them smile."
[scoffs]
This is a bunch
of narcissistic nonsense.
- It is, but publishing it
might increase our chances
of finding him.
Someone might recognize
the language or the content
and contact us.
- It's how we caught
the Unabomber.
- I get it, but we're not gonna
give this idiot more publicity.
- What if the publicity
helps us get a new lead?
- Since the news of the three
strangled girls broke,
there's been an 18% spike
in hotel cancellations.
There is no need
to add fuel to the fire.
- With all due respect,
that's not our concern.
- It's tourist season.
People come here
to go to the Met,
see "Hamilton,"
walk through Central Park.
Not worry about
getting murdered by a maniac
hunting down young brunettes.
- Agreed, so isn't it better
to find the killer?
Stop him from doing this?
- I'll be happy
to call the Mayor
and explain the merits
of publishing this letter.
- There's no need.
We're not publishing.
The Mayor has spoken
to the Deputy Director.
They've already made
their decision.
- Then why the hell did you
bother to come down here?
- I'm just trying to be polite.
- Really?
♪
Let me tell you something,
it is not always that simple.
So if you would excuse us,
we need to get back to work
to find
this damn serial killer.
Not because it is hurting
the city's occupancy rates,
but because he is killing
innocent women.
♪
[papers shuffling]
Where were we?
[sighs]
- "I play with objects I love
and make them smile.
"With shadow and light,
I expose your source of terror.
You cannot stop me.
This is my birthright."
- The "smile"
makeup application
wasn't released to the press,
so it's gotta be him, right?
- Grammar, punctuation,
syntax indicate
that he's an educated
white male trying hard
to sound even more educated.
When the press
starts writing about him,
he wants to be called
the Apex Killer--
probably 'cause he thinks
it's cool.
That's why he wrote the letter.
And some of these phrases
are not his.
"Play with objects I love,"
"source of terror,"
they're Carl Jung.
- The son of a bitch
picks his victims wisely.
He knew all ten girls
wouldn't talk about
their little walk
on the wild side
with their families.
- Can't believe going on a date
is a walk on the wild side.
♪
[pen clicking]
♪
- The Apex profile
we worked up.
I want you to distribute it
to all the
law enforcement agencies
in the tri-state area.
- I like where
you're going with this.
- But if we go wide
with this information,
somebody is going to leak it.
- Exactly, and when they do
the "Post" will go to press
with the letter
before someone scoops them.
- Nice.
- In the meantime,
let's dig into evidence we have
and see what we can act on.
- Got it.
♪
- Hey, guys?
I think I found something.
- 'Kay.
- These are Chrissy Bugasi's
crime scene photos.
NYPD crime scene photos
from this year.
What do you see?
- The Apex's photos--
content notwithstanding--
are prettier.
- Mm-hmm.
Nine more
random crime scene photos,
all taken
from different agencies.
- Wow.
Yeah, the Apex photos are
definitely more composed.
- He selects the location
and time based on light.
He selects the girls
based on looks.
He poses them.
He puts makeup on them.
- He's acting like
a photographer.
- We just got a response
to the Apex profile.
Jersey cop saw the profile,
called in a suspect.
Edward Praeger.
He's a plastic surgeon.
He was accused of drugging
and assaulting
young brunette women.
- A surgeon would definitely
have access to Vecuronium.
- Mm-hmm.
- Exactly.
Oh, the father of one
of the victims, Jim Eustace,
is in the conference room.
He wants to talk
to one of you two.
- I'll take it.
Mr. Eustace.
I'm Special Agent Maggie Bell.
- I called the NYPD.
They gave me the runaround,
told me they weren't
working the case anymore.
- Right, we've taken the lead.
- And you don't tell anyone?
You don't reach out?
- I'm sorry,
somebody should have called you
and let you know
what was going on.
- Well, here I am.
Tell me.
- I can't.
It's an ongoing investigation.
All I can really say to you
is that--
- You're doing
the best you can.
That's all the NYPD said, too.
You know what those words mean?
Nothing.
It's insulting.
- Mr. Eustace--
- I don't sleep.
I--I don't eat.
[sighs]
Lauren was all I had,
and now the only thing
I got left
is finding the monster
who did this.
That--that's all I think about.
[somber music]
♪
- I understand
you're a man of faith.
- I am.
- Then you know
where Lauren is.
♪
That she's okay.
♪
- Do you have faith?
- [sighs]
I try.
- I guess your job
doesn't help.
♪
- Actually, it's the opposite.
♪
Every--every time we get
a dangerous criminal
off of the street,
or every time I get
to deliver justice
for a victim,
it restores my faith.
♪
Mr. Eustace...
I promise you,
I will find the man
who took your daughter
from you.
[knock on door]
- Maggie?
♪
- Uh, you're busy.
I'll let you go.
♪
And thank you.
♪
[tense music]
- You got an address
for Praeger?
- Yeah, let's roll.
Did you just promise him
what I think you did?
♪
[doorbell rings]
Delivery!
Doorman sent me in!
- Wrong apartment.
- Delivery for "Dr. Praeger"?
You gotta sign for it.
- Doorman's not supposed
to just--
- FBI.
- [grunts]
What the hell are you doing?
- We've got right.
- Clear team,
south side, let's go.
- Left side.
- Upstairs.
- Don't move.
- Hey, bag his phone.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Find any hard drives,
tablets--
anything and everything
that might have a photo.
[dramatic music]
- Thumb drives, firewire,
paper--let's grab it all.
♪
We've got the lower level.
We're headed down now.
- Could you watch
the hands, please?
I'm a surgeon.
♪
- Polaroid.
An original.
- Don't worry, Doc.
Something tells me you won't
be doing any more surgeries.
♪
- What am I being charged with?
- We're gonna get to that,
but first I need
to verify some facts.
We found these photos
on your hard drive.
Is this one of your patients?
Did you sedate her
before you took this photo?
All right, clearly you don't
want to discuss this,
so I'm just gonna
get right to it.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- It's a picture.
♪
What do you want to know?
- Why you painted
the smile on her face
before you killed her.
♪
- I would like
to call my attorney.
♪
- This guy can lawyer up
all he wants, he's good for it.
- He's not.
- What?
- His DNA does not match
the DNA on the victim.
- So why does he have
a polaroid
of one of the victims?
- He has a polaroid
of one of the victims
with the real killer's DNA
on it.
The lab found
a second DNA profile
on the photograph.
Positive match
to the Apex Killer.
- So these degenerates
are friends?
What, they're just
sitting around swapping
disgusting photos
with each other?
- Well, either way, it's clear
Praeger knows the identity
of the Apex Killer,
so when that lawyer shows up,
you two are gonna convince him
to cooperate.
- The photos we found
on your client's hard drive
will put him in prison
for 20, maybe 30 years.
- Save the speech.
We just want to know
what kind of deal
you're willing to offer.
- AUSA will recommend
a downward departure
on sentencing guidelines.
You're looking at 15 years...
If you cooperate.
♪
- [whispering inaudibly]
♪
- What do you want to know?
[papers shuffling]
- I want to know
who gave you this photo.
- Don't know his name.
I met him at Hedon.
- "Hedon"?
- It's a sex club.
High-end, members only.
He's there all the time.
- And the polaroid?
- One night, we got talking,
and it turns out
that we're both into...
well, photos.
A week later, he brought me
one of his favorites,
and the next time I brought him
one of mine, so on.
That's how I got the polaroid.
- Hmm.
♪
Do you recognize anybody
in these photos
taken at the last crime scene?
[papers shuffling]
- The guy who gave me
the polaroid had brown hair.
I--I can't be 100%--
this cap is
sort of throwing me--
but--but that might be him.
The one with the cellphone.
♪
Okay, so I held up my end
of the deal.
You're gonna talk
to AUSA, right?
- Yeah, but not until
you take us to that sex club
and ID the man
that gave you the polaroid.
♪
- Backup is in place.
- All right, we're going in.
- Good luck.
And uh, try not
to touch anything.
[button clicks]
- Hey, how's it going?
I, uh, have some friends
with me tonight.
Thanks.
Here.
- They have visitor passes?
- The "V" is for voyeur.
Put them on.
Anywhere that says
"members only"
you're not allowed.
Unless you want to participate.
[sultry, brooding music]
- Okay, Jubal, we're in.
All good.
- Do you see him?
- Nope.
♪
- Oh, there he is.
Uh, don't--don't turn around,
he's looking this way.
- Where?
- Straight back by the bar.
♪
- OA, he's on your seven.
Take Praeger, circle back,
and get behind him.
♪
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Hey, Jubal,
we have a possible.
Stand by.
♪
[distant chatter]
♪
- Hey, you're not supposed
to be down here.
- I'm looking for a friend.
- You're coming with me.
- Get off me!
[grunts]
[both grunting]
- [screams]
- Hey!
- I'm the FBI--
[grunting]
I'm FBI!
- [growling]
- I got this, get him!
- [hollers]
[both grunting]
♪
- [panting]
♪
[door closes]
♪
Jubal, there's a third exit
in the club.
It's by the construction site.
- You sure?
There's nothing
in the building records.
- Yeah, well, I just used it.
♪
- Apex?
- He's gone.
[slams table]
♪
- There, that's the man
Praeger ID'd.
- Okay, let's see.
[computer chirping]
Got him.
His name is Robert Burke IV.
- Burke?
- Well, that'll
complicate things.
- Why do I recognize that name?
- I don't know,
you ever driven down 6th Avenue
between 46th and 51st?
- Probably, why?
- Robert Burke owns it.
Or, more accurately,
his family does.
Burke's one of the largest
real estate owners
in Manhattan.
We strongly believe
Robert Burke
is the Apex Killer.
You see that skyline?
Burke's family owns 4% of it.
Money like that is what
we in the business like to call
"a flight risk."
- To prevent him
from leaving the country,
we've put out a BOLO on him
and we're watching every exit.
- That's right.
The Port Authority
is covering Penn Station,
New York Transit's
got Grand Central.
and FBI will take JFK,
LaGuardia,
and the private airports
on the island.
- He's not in
his Manhattan apartment.
His car is still in the garage.
We have agents sitting on both
in case he shows up.
- We got anything
off his cell, ATM, credit card?
- Uh, he turned off his
cellphone so we can't track it,
and he hasn't been using
his credit cards.
- Right, so he's clever.
Well, you know what?
We have bigger and better toys
than even the well-heeled
Mr. Burke.
Let's find him!
- What else do we know about
Burke, other than he's rich?
- He went to Exeter
and then Princeton.
He graduated with a 3.9 GPA.
[phone buzzes]
On paper,
Burke's a hell of a guy.
His ex-wife might have
a different opinion, though.
Called for divorce
three months ago.
- Really?
- Just before he started
dumping victims in Manhattan.
Maybe his divorce
triggered the escalation.
- Right.
- Bring her in.
- Okay.
[overlapping chatter]
- I haven't heard from Robert
in three months,
but I read the "Post."
Those murdered girls.
It's him, isn't it?
- What--what makes you
say that?
- People always told me
Robert wasn't normal,
but I was in love.
To me, he was just eccentric.
He wasn't trapped by
people's expectations of him.
- I see.
- That's what
made him interesting.
- Right.
Why did you divorce him?
- I started to see
what everyone had been saying.
- That he was odd?
- More like sick and twisted.
[dark music]
[sighs]
♪
I haven't told anyone this.
♪
[sighs]
Three months ago...
he drugged me,
and I'm his wife.
♪
He did certain things to me...
♪
He took pictures.
- You found them?
- He showed them to me
at breakfast the next morning.
He didn't even think
it was weird.
He just kept saying
how beautiful I looked.
How great the light was.
How cinematic the photos were.
♪
I filed for divorce...
that afternoon.
♪
- Do you know
where he might be?
- Do you know where he would go
if he thought
he was in trouble?
- His family has a farm
in Far Hills,
a house in Greenwich,
a summer place
in South Hampton.
- Do you think he prefers one
over the other?
- No, not really,
but you guys are the FBI.
Can't you just break in
and search the place?
- Not without evidence.
But right now,
all we have is a theory.
- Has he been
to your new apartment?
- He came to the lobby once
to deliver an apology letter.
- Do you still have it?
♪
- Yeah, my lawyer told me
to hold onto it.
♪
- Good news, there was saliva
on the envelope.
We did a rush DNA analysis
and it's a match
to the DNA found
on the last three victims.
- I'll get you a search warrant
for his home address.
- And for the other three
family properties.
- Okay.
- [grunts]
Federal agents!
- FBI!
♪
- To your right,
rotate to your right.
- Up topside, topside.
Coming up.
- Criss-cross, criss-cross.
- Contact!
- FBI! Hands up!
- [screams]
No!
- Robert Burke, is he here?
- N-no, I--no, he's not here!
I don't know where he is!
I'm just his cleaning lady!
- Okay, please escort her out.
♪
- Ma'am, this way.
♪
Hey, OA.
His ApplePie account is open.
- Tell me we can access
his message history.
- [groans]
Just the last one.
- How did he get in here
without our surveillance team
spotting him?
- He didn't.
Linked with his cellphone.
Shygurl1990.
"I'm so excited to finally
meet you face to face."
He replied,
"Me, too, see you soon."
That was 40 minutes ago.
- He's meeting up
with his next victim.
- [sighs]
- All right, so it looks like
Burke sent the DM
from his Midtown office
and then turned off his cell,
so we can't track it.
We're still trying
to ID shygurl1990,
but so far no luck.
I'm hoping that maybe
she got cold feet
and never showed up
for the date.
- All right,
listen up, everybody.
There's a good chance
that Burke has drugged
his latest victim
and is en route
to a secondary location,
where he has the privacy
to begin his killing ritual.
- That's right, we've got eyes
on all the family's
residential properties.
We've got five-man
Special Operation groups
at each site--Far Hills,
Greenwich, and South Hampton.
We've also got agents stationed
outside Burke's apartment
and office.
[tense music]
Uh, but we cannot count on
Burke showing up
to any of these,
so where else might he go?
Let's dig deep.
♪
- What is it?
- You kicked in
Robert Burke's door.
- You're damn right, we did.
- Based on what?
- DNA.
- DNA from a letter
left with a doorman.
There's no chain of custody.
We can't legally prove the DNA
actually belongs to Burke.
- This monster just grabbed
another girl,
and you and I are standing here
discussing chain of custody?
- Until you physically swab
his mouth,
he is a person of interest.
You can surveille, or detain,
or execute a search warrant.
No-knock searches
are off-limits.
If someone doesn't
open the door,
or if somebody is not home,
you wait.
- Who the hell do you think
you're talking to?
- I am conveying the position
of the Mayor.
And you know
how he does business.
- Got it.
- It's a bunch of crap, huh?
- A lot of eyes on this one,
so we have to proceed
with caution
and check all the boxes.
- Yeah, tell that
to the parents of shygurl1990.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
both: Hey.
- I think Burke is here
in Manhattan.
- Yeah?
- It's part of his elitist,
old money ego trip.
♪
Look.
He thinks that he's
a photographer.
You know, he poses
some of his victims
and he--he makes sure that
the lighting is just right.
♪
He's gotta have
some sort of studio.
You know, a personal space
where it's private
and he feels comfortable enough
to be this creative.
- Or where he plays
with the objects he loves.
- Check his credit card.
See if he purchased
any photo equipment.
Cameras, lenses.
- Oh, okay, it looks like
he picked up something
called negative scanners.
That sounds
like photo equipment.
Seems like he purchased two
in 2016 for $25,000 apiece,
and they were delivered
to a 258 Mott Street address.
It's a commercial building.
I mean, I can track the owner
but it will take some time.
- Well, we don't have time.
Go.
And, OA, we have a lot of eyes
on us right now,
so we need you to wear
a body cam, okay?
- Okay.
[suspenseful music]
[muffled rock music
playing over radio]
- You hear that?
- Yeah, you're right.
He's here.
- Hey, Dana,
we're outside Burke's studio.
There's music playing inside.
I think someone's here.
- Dana, we talked about this.
- [sighs]
Maggie, knock.
Identify yourself.
If he answers,
execute the search warrant.
- Sorry, you want me to knock?
- You heard me.
♪
- Robert Burke,
this is the FBI!
We have a warrant
to search your premises!
♪
Robert Burke,
this is the FBI!
Dana, he's not answering,
but there's somebody in there.
Dana?
♪
Dana, you said
don't ask for the ball
unless I can make the shot.
- Maggie,
it's more complicated.
- All due respect, it's not.
Please, give me
the green light.
♪
- You got it.
You kick that
damn door down now.
♪
[sultry rock music
continues over radio]
- ♪ Whoa-oh-oh
♪ Whoa-oh
[song continues over speakers]
♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh
♪ It's not dangerous
♪
♪
- Oh, God.
Let her go.
Robert, it's over.
Let her go now.
[tense music]
- [choking]
- I am...
the Apex.
♪
- Talk to me.
- Okay.
- [gagging]
- You're gonna be okay.
You're okay.
- We got her, she's okay.
- [panting]
- Oh, thank God.
- [sighs]
- Call an ambo now.
[dramatic music]
It's okay.
♪
- Congratulations.
[phones ringing]
The Mayor's having
a press conference tomorrow.
He wants you to join.
- Oh, sorry, can't.
I have work to do.
I'm guessing he won't mind
being on that stage
all by himself.
- [laughs]
That was a big risk you took,
kicking down the door,
violating his order.
[tense music]
♪
- The bigger risk
would have been
not kicking down that door.
♪
- I appreciate
your transparency, Dana.
It's a very rare attribute.
Especially around here.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howling]