FBI: Most Wanted (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Predators - full transcript

[bicycle bell rings]

Well, my story's about a boy

who saved his mama from a fire,

and Mr. Weaver said I copied it.

- Did you?
- No.

Said he wouldn't flunk me.

All I gotta do
is let him touch my privates.

This is it.

Huh.

[doorbell rings melodically]

Hi there. Can I help you?



Hello, ma'am.

I'm Ronnie.
This is my girl Raylynn.

Your car for sale... think it'll
make it to New Orleans?

- Yeah I guarantee you it will.
- Well, all right.

Raylynn never had
crayfish before.

We gonna change that.

Well, sounds good. Come on in.

All right.

Oil changed every 3,000 miles.

My ex took very good care
of that car

before we gave it
to our daughter.

Mom, we're out of hand lotion.

Uh, Maddie,
this nice young couple

will be buying the Malibu.



Great.

Oh, look at him.

I know his brother.

Growing up,
I had a chicken got frostbite,

- lost his foot.
- Aw, poor thing.

That's exactly
what my mama said.

And she gets me to make
a chicken foot out of rubber

from an old refrigerator seal
and duct tape it to his stump.

It was that next spring
she died.

Never seen me all grown up.

Um, I'm sorry, but I'm sure
she'd be pleased to see

to see what a nice
young boy she raised.

- You think?
- I do.

♪ ♪

[screams]

[suspenseful music]

- Mom!
- [grunts]

No, Mom! No, stop!

Stop, stop! Aah!

[whimpering]

Come on, get her bound up.

- Help!
[crying]

No, Mommy...

- You know...
- Please, don't...

These two, they got me
thinking of the farm

where I grew up.

We go back there someday,
get one of our own.

- No...
[crying]

With room for all of our babies.

- [sobbing] Help me, please!
- Yeah, lots of 'em.

- Now get on with it.
- No...

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, I know.
I know you're scared.

- [muffled screaming]
- Listen, listen.

It's not gonna be okay.

[muffled screaming]

Whoo! I'm excited.

Where them car keys?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Okay, two or three?

None, thanks.

- You love bacon.
- It's bad for the environment.

Huh... yeah,
but good for the mouth.

We have to leave early today.

They're taking my picture
for the school newsletter.

I thought school pictures
were last month.

- Uh, It's just me.
I won an award.

For what?

A painting I made in art class.

I won first place
in the school district.

Well, that's fantastic, Tali.

I didn't even know
you liked painting.

Me neither,
but when we started painting,

it was... I don't know... fun.

So can I see the painting?

- It's at school.
They hung it in the library.

All right,
well, send me a picture.

I'm really proud of you,
sweetie.

Thanks, Dad. Bye, Grandpa.

Bye, Grandchild.

Did you know we have a junior
Georgia O'Keeffe in the house?

Tali? Oh, yeah.

It's a real nice painting, too.

I guess she must have got
her talent from Angelyne.

Only thing you could draw
is your gun.

[phone vibrating]

CID threw us a couple
of special additions

to the list... numbers 11 and 12,

wanted for violent,
in-progress crimes.

We got Ronnie Lee Bishop, 23,

wanted for the murder
of Jennifer Hargrove

in Greensburg, PA this morning
and the rape and abduction

of her 19-year-old daughter,
Madison.

The girl's still missing.

Second suspect is unidentified,
but forensics at the scene

said a handprint indicates
it's probably a female.

Ronnie beat Ms. Hargrove
to death

with a cast-iron chicken.

Ms. Hargrove's car...
2006 Chevy... is missing.

The car had been parked
in a driveway

- with a for sale sign.
- What's Bishop's history?

He's been in and out of cuffs
since he was 12.

Arrests for vandalism,
two more for stalking women,

both dismissed.

Last week he was arrested
for attempted rape

on a 17-year-old girl
in West Virginia.

He made bail,
and then he attempted

to carjack a 40-year-old man
in Ohio who fought him off.

Any partner on the carjacking
or the attempted rape?

Police reports say
that he acted alone.

And failed. 0 for 2.

Well, he's 2 for 2
with the Hargrove family.

Difference is now he's got
a female accomplice.

Who helped him rape
and abduct a young woman.

Gotta wonder
what's going through her head.

I'm thinking about
what's going through his.

A low-level criminal
gets pinched

on an attempted rape... a charge
that looks like it might stick.

Soon as he gets bail,
he escalates

to carjacking, murder,
rape, and kidnapping.

[soft dramatic music]

Maybe he thinks
he's got nothing to lose.

- It's only gonna get worse.
- Till someone puts him down.

[case clunks, locks click]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Bicycles were reported stolen
out of the Westmoreland mall.

Video doorbell...
You pull the footage?

We couldn't open up
the victim's computer.

I'll get in.

Jennifer Hargrove
was in the breakfast room.

That other blood pool
belonged to her daughter.

[police radio chatter]

Murder weapon came off the wall.

The rape attempt
and carjacking...

What weapon did he use?

The tire iron from
the carjacking victim's car

and scissors
from the girl's backpack.

- Weapons of opportunity.
He's impulsive.

- This drag trail...
where does it go?

This is where Bishop raped her.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Makeup wasn't drawn
on the pillow.

Madison was probably wearing it,

and Bishop pushed her face
into the pillow.

That's a lot of makeup to wear.

I'm betting Ronnie
painted her face.

It's a ritualized rape scenario.

Sexy dress, garish makeup,
and a display to flaunt it.

Maybe not so disorganized
after all.

Hey, Boss, got the footage
from the doorbell.

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings melodically]

Replay the approach to the door.

♪ ♪

See the way
she swings her left leg

and plants her foot?

She might have
a traumatic brain injury.

Fast-forward to when they leave.

♪ ♪

Huh.

Ugh, disgusting.

- He's enjoying this.
It's a game to him.

At least in a game,

both sides know they're playing.

He knows he's being filmed.

I don't think he's impulsive
or disorganized.

He knows exactly what he wants,
and he improvises

with whatever he has at hand.

He leaves clues
not because he's disorganized

but because
he doesn't give a damn.

He might give a damn about this.

It's from Teen Trail.

They put trackers in cars
for parents

to keep an eye on their kids.

Jennifer Hargrove
had one in her Malibu,

but now that she was selling it,

- she had 'em turn it off.
- Have 'em turn it back on.

♪ ♪

Left the keys in the ignition.

Give 'em to me.

Damn.

♪ ♪

No takers on the canvass.

Nobody saw anything.
It's a high traffic area.

Bishop and his partner
just blended in.

He picked the right place.

We got video
of Bishop dropping the car.

- Oh, jeez.
- Come on, come on,

show it to me.

Have anything else on Bishop?

What about the camera
at the dance studio?

A decoy.

We have this view
from the entrance of the bank.

♪ ♪

Pause it. Rewind.

Another second... right there.
Freeze it.

Can I see that tablet
for a second?

You see that Subaru?

It's heading
in the same direction

as Bishop and the girl.
It's got one person in there.

The driver here,
two minutes later,

exiting the same strip mall
with three people in the car.

Run the plates.

♪ ♪

[wind chimes ringing]

♪ ♪

Ms. Vogel, it's the FBI.
Open up, please.

♪ ♪

Bishop's at it again.

I need a photo
of Madison Hargrove and...

Bishop's attempted rape victim.

♪ ♪

And the other one.

- Put it next to that picture.
- They could be sisters.

These women
might have been random...

Wrong place, wrong time... but
they're not random to Bishop.

He's raping and killing
the same person

over and over.

Like "Groundhog Day" from hell.

♪ ♪

An ex-girlfriend?

A date who stood him up at prom?

Any family we can talk to?

His father left
when Bishop was born.

His mother's whereabouts
are unknown.

Bishop's like an empty cup
in the wind.

If Bishop's obsessed
with girls with a certain look,

I doubt he'd leave it
up to dumb luck to find them.

They must have something else
in common.

[computer beeps]

Hello, sunshine.

Bishop's partner
is Raylynn Parker, 19,

from Clarksburg, West Virginia.

Let's hope
she likes social media.

She's nothing like
the girls he's targeting.

Mm, she might serve
another purpose for Bishop.

Like what? Sex?

Or maybe approval,
an audience for his crimes.

No bank account or credit cards,

no work history,
no fixed address.

Oh, she's on someone else's
social media.

Isn't this sweet? She's engaged.

Beau Parsons,
Harrisville, West Virginia.

Guessing that snowflake

had a longer lifespan
than their engagement.

[soft dramatic music]

We met at... horse therapy.

- You and Raylynn?
That's where you met?

Camp for brain injury patients.

Beau had a stroke at 14
playing football.

Raylynn had... car crash.

Killed her... parents.

Were you still engaged

when she ran off
with Ronnie Bishop?

We was in line
at the... Walmart.

Raylynn told a... joke.

I didn't know it was... funny,

but the guy behind us laughed.

She couldn't take
her eyes off him.

He said they'd known
each other as... kids.

She was gone the next morning.

"To have... babies with him..."

she said.

I'm sorry to hear that, Beau.

That snowflake,
that's in your photo.

[chuckles]

She... made it

for... me.

♪ ♪

Was saving it to show
our... kids.

Well, don't need it now.

♪ ♪

Beau, when you and Raylynn
talked to Ronnie,

did he tell you
what his plans were

or why he was going
to Harrisville?

No, he said he'd been
staying... in Ravenswood...

His... mom.

♪ ♪

- Thank you.
It's been very helpful.

[plucks mandolin]

Football took some.

Raylynn took some.

But I can still
hear the... music.

[solemn music]

Yeah, Ronnie was here
two weeks ago.

- Stayed but two days.
- What was he doing?

Just looking through
that box of crap

I've been keeping for him
since I don't know when.

You mind if we take a look?

Sure thing.

[door beads clattering]

Here you go. Knock yourself out.

Has Ronnie tried to call you
the last few days?

- To talk about what?
We ain't got nothing to say.

- You two have issues?
- No.

I move around. He moves around.

Maybe it has to do
with your sex work.

- We've seen your record.
- So what?

Ronnie's got nothing
to bitch about.

I kept our heads covered
and our bellies full.

You know why he'd keep that?

To hang a key on?

[chuckles]

Why don't you ask him
when you see him?

I will.

Do you mind me asking...
When Ronnie was growing up,

you saw clients at the house?

Well, wasn't gonna meet
no stranger in a motel.

What did you do with Ronnie?

What was I supposed to do?

Make an eight-year-old
wait out in the street?

That ain't safe.

♪ ♪

You have great balance,
Ms. Bishop.

Thank you.

I was a dancer before
that baby stretched me out.

- You mind if I take a photo?
- No, go ahead.

I look good.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
Mama has a friend coming over,

so you all
are gonna have to leave.

I think we're done. Thank you.

Uh-huh.

Do you have the photos from
the Jackie Vogel crime scene?

What are you looking for?

Here,
right next to the closet...

Dance slippers.

Jackie Vogel's autopsy
found a healed ankle fracture.

Madison Hargrove...
Healed metatarsal break

in her right foot.
These are both dance injuries.

The strip mall
where Bishop kidnapped

Jackie Vogel had a dance studio.

Bishop's trolling dance studios,

following their customers home?

And dancers
that remind him of her mother

when she would lay on the makeup

and turn tricks in front of him.

It's a form of sexual abuse,
not to mention whatever

the men his mother brought home
might have done to him.

He's working out his anger.

All the rapes,
murders, the makeup...

They're an attempt
to regain control

over a traumatic experience.

Why not just kill the person
he has a beef with... his mom?

It's a compulsion.

He's probably not even aware
of why he's doing it.

Somehow Raylynn
fits his algorithm.

She has no record of arrest,
average student.

The only thing
I did find was this.

The car crash
that killed her family

when she was 13
during their annual trip

to see the snow at Spruce Knob.

Her life was thrown into chaos,

and her brain injury
denied her the ability

to deal with it.

Till Bishop came along
and took charge of her.

Probably a mutually
beneficial relationship.

He gives her a purpose,
an exciting role to play,

and she gives him an audience...

A non-judgmental,
approving audience.

Bishop's all over the map.

Starts in West Virginia,
goes to Ohio,

back to West Virginia,
then up to Pennsylvania.

No rhyme or reason.

Bishop's been trying
to regain control

of a time when he was a child,
when he felt weak.

What if these places
are from that same time?

His mom lived the life
of an itinerant sex worker.

That'd be hard to track.

Right, but she has
a criminal record.

Maybe we can track her
and Bishop through her arrests.

- Put that map up.
- One sec.

[keyboard keys clicking]

Look at that.

Bishop's committing crimes
where his mother was arrested.

The only places
he hasn't hit yet...

Clarksburg, West Virginia,
and Marietta, Ohio.

Send alerts to state
and local police.

Dance studios
in the area are targets.

♪ ♪

I don't know if I'm good enough.

Emma, sweetie,
you have a God-given talent.

- Trust him.
- [Sighs]

I'm just so nervous.

Some of those girls trained
in New York.

If those girls were any good,

they'd be dancing
with the Rockettes.

[whistling
"The Farmer in the Dell"]

[joins in whistling]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[phone rings]

- [chime]
- LaCroix.

Got a call back
from the Clarksburg police.

A dance studio reports
that one of their students

missed a class this morning.
They can't get a hold of her.

Name of Emma Jennings.

I'm tossing the home address
to your GPS.

[chime]

A church?

She lives with her grandfather.

He's the pastor.

We're on I-77, 15 minutes away.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[percussive music]

♪ ♪

[man grunting]

[grunting, groaning]

- Pastor Jennings.
Pastor Jennings.

It's okay. We're the FBI.

You're safe now.

Emma.

They took Emma,
my... my granddaughter.

They have our car.

Your granddaughter, Emma,
what was she wearing?

Uh, a...

a sweatshirt...
A green sweatshirt

with a hood and gray pants.

They have our gun.
They have our gun.

I-I need to, uh...

Excuse me, I need to...

I got you. I got you.

He kept asking about money,
if the church had money.

I could barely
scrape together $5.

Put gas in my car yesterday.

[sobs] And I...

I'm sorry.

[sobs] And I told him

about God's forgiveness,
but it just made him mad.

Emma's always telling me
I can't save everybody,

but I have to try.

- I have to try.
- I understand.

- I have to try.
- I understand.

You're gonna be all right,
Pastor, okay?

- You're with friends now.
- Yeah, thank you.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Just give me a second,
all right?

Okay.

Get EMS here in a hurry.
Tell 'em to bring a rape kit.

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

Bishop has no boundaries.

Young women, old men.

The term is psychopathic
pansexual sadist.

Anger might be fueling it,
but I think Bishop

feels an incredible sense
of power,

which compensates
for the lack of power

he felt watching
his mother turn tricks.

So if the women
represent his mother,

maybe the pastor represents
a man who hurt him.

But why not kill him?

Maybe for Bishop,
emasculating the pastor

is worse than death.

How are you doing
with this case?

The rapes and murders
are bad enough,

but it's the pleasure
that Bishop and Raylynn

seem to take in it.

I get it.

It's upsetting as hell.

It's nice to know
I'm not the only one.

The others might like
to hear it too.

On the hit parade of places
his mother was arrested,

Marietta's the only place
he hasn't hit.

State cops are throwing
everything they have

at Routes 50, 16, and 18.

They saturated the area
within 40 miles of Marietta.

I got something I wanna say.

Sometimes this job
feels like it asks

more than you have to give...
Like this case.

Just know that
whatever you're feeling,

we're all feeling the same way.

We'll get through this together.

You're all doing good work.

Now, 5 bucks...

How much gas does that
get you around here?

Little under 2 gallons?

Check gas stations
for stolen, abandoned vehicles

within 1 mile of Route 50.

[keyboard keys clicking]

[woman sobbing]

- That hurt?
- [whimpers]

He asked you a question.

[woman sobs, whimpers]

I need your help, baby.

What, are we gonna put
makeup on her?

Do you not understand your job?

No, I understand. I watch.

Mm, and you watchin'
or are you talkin'?

Well, are you
almost done with her?

We gotta get another one.
Keep moving like you said.

You're real mouthy for
someone who don't get a say.

[woman whimpering softly]

[inhales, exhales]

Why don't you be a sweetheart,
keep an eye outside

and make sure there's
no one sniffing around.

Okay?

Go on.

♪ ♪

Gas tank's empty.

They might have carjacked
someone to get out of Dodge.

Doesn't look like
there's much traffic

to carjack on this road.

What's going on here?

Looks like a lot of people
are not home.

People walked away
from their houses,

couldn't keep up
with the mortgage.

Coal mining... no saving it.

So they say.

Cut off all access
to the neighborhood.

We got empty homes here.

Let's start a foot patrol
going house to house.

And no flashlights.

And remember, he's armed.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

61 Malcolm Circle.

Woman: Help! Help!

Help!

Stop, FBI!

- Help!
- Emma, stop!

Stop, FBI!

Help! Help!

I got you. You're safe.

♪ ♪

It's Raylynn!
Bishop still has the girl.

[police sirens blaring]

[brakes screech]

- They're gone.
We had that sick bastard.

Yeah, but now we have
something he wants.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

I was just sleepin'
in the house.

Just me by myself.

We know
that's not true, Raylynn.

You were with Ronnie
and the girl he kidnapped.

You wore her clothes
to trick us.

No, I was just by myself.

Did you and Ronnie
have a plan to meet up later?

I wore these clothes because
I found them in the house,

and I-I ran because I heard
some noises, and I was scared.

We know your story, Raylynn.

You lost your family
up on Spruce Knob.

You were laying in the snow

until somebody came to help you.

You were left alone till
Beau came into your life.

He's a good guy... a little lost
like this snowflake.

Like you.

But Ronnie,
he's an exciting guy.

Take charge kind of man, huh?

Right kind of man
to have babies with.

He made you feel necessary.

This is what you
inspired him to do.

He made you an accomplice
to his crimes.

Y'all don't know nothing.

We know you're sitting here

while he's out there
with that girl.

Maybe you're not so
necessary after all.

Huh? He sent you out to fool us.

She's the special one now.

You don't know.

He told me that he
never met anyone like me,

that I'm special.

I don't think you understand.

He took advantage of you.
He used you.

I'm real tired of people
thinking I ain't understand.

I understand.

Life told me
that I can't control nothin'.

I come to find
that life was wrong.

Because, um, these people...

We controlled them.

Every last breath.

And I loved every damn minute.

[chuckles]

Ronnie knows that, doesn't he?

- That you love what he does.
- Yeah, he knows.

You give him permission
to be his true self.

Was it like that
when you were kids?

Oh, I didn't know Ronnie
when we were kids.

I met him when I was with Beau.

At the Walmart in Harrisville?

Mm-hmm, he told Beau
that I knew him

from grade school,
and I just went along with it

because Ronnie, when he looked
at me, it was, like, pow.

[chuckles]

- You're right, Raylynn.
We don't know anything.

We thought Ronnie was going
to Harrisville looking for you.

Do you know what he was doing
in Harrisville?

No, he was looking
for the Biscuit Man.

The Biscuit Man.

Who's the Biscuit Man?

Somebody who hurt him.

But, like, a lot of people did.
You just don't know.

People are evil.

♪ ♪

Hmm, do y'all have orange soda?

Take the young lady
for an orange soda.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm,
hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm.

So she went on a killing spree

with someone she just met?

Would it have been better if
they'd known each other longer?

Biscuit fix.

Ronnie kept this
as a remembrance.

This Biscuit Man must have
did a number on him.

Might have been looking
for a little payback.

In 2002,
the Biscuit Fix restaurant

in Harrisville handed out
promotional keychains

to groceries and liquor stores.

- Liquor stores?
Ronnie's mother.

The Biscuit Man must be
an old client.

[dramatic music]

- Biscuit Man?
I don't know any Biscuit Man.

If I do, I don't remember.

- You see what it says?
"Biscuit Fix."

Maybe he left it behind.

They gave these out
to liquor stores and groceries.

Yeah, groceries,
yeah, yeah, yeah,

that's him, um,
Whitt... Whitt Corn-something.

What's your son's
connection to him?

Connection?

Ronnie never connected
to anyone his entire life.

Whitt took care of us
for a minute.

He tried to be a daddy
to the boy...

Play catch, make him eat
his broccoli, stuff like that.

Doesn't sound so bad.

No, it's fine.

Until he went after
my First Amendment right.

Which is?

Which is my right to do
whatever I wanna do.

He told me I had
to stop getting high.

But the final straw
was he told me

to go make him a pepperoni roll.

I told him to go sit on one,
and he kicked us out.

No, more of the red stuff.

I'm sorry.

[foreboding music]

Mm.

♪ ♪

Ain't you seen
how Raylynn painted me?

Here.

Ah! What are you doing?

- [breathing hard]
- Here.

♪ ♪

Here you go.

♪ ♪

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Uh-huh.

♪ ♪

[falsetto]
I'm sorry honey, you're right.

I'll get clean.

I'll make some of those
pepperoni rolls you like...

Lots of 'em every day.
Whatever my handsome man wants.

Please, just don't cut us out.

[dramatic chords]

I told you not to look
at me like that.

Come on, give me
those nice eyes.

- Nicer.
- I'm trying.

♪ ♪

Whitt Cornell
owned a small grocery store

in Harrisville
from 1998 to 2018.

He now runs
a fishing lure business

out of his house.

He's divorced
with grandkids in Florida.

And that's
where he was last week

when Ronnie was in Harrisville
looking for him.

Got back to town yesterday,

so maybe Bishop
will circle back.

Let's give Whitt Cornell
a service call.

Whitt gave Bishop a taste
of what normal life was like,

and then he took it away.
That's gotta hurt.

[phone ringing]

Yes?

- Mr. Whitt Cornell?
- Yes.

This is Sheilah
from Layered Wi-Fi.

Did I call you at a bad time?

- Yes, ma'am.
- You have guests?

Two guests?

Yes.

♪ ♪

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[phone beeps]

That's him. Let's go.

You let him answer?

I couldn't stop him.

Why do I gotta keep
telling you what to do?

Get his wrists, I said.

Tight!

[Emma whimpers]

Ronnie... come on, now, Ronnie.

Ronnie.

Come on, now, Ronnie.

Ronnie, Ronnie! [Grunts]

That hurt, Whitt?

[gasping]

Like being gutted?

Like a little kid
sitting on the sidewalk

looking at the home
he was just thrown out of.

Nah, I don't think
you're getting it yet.

Yeah... oh,
now you're getting it.

Tie him up.

[dramatic music]

[duct tape tearing]

Take it around the back!

[overlapping chatter]

We got a unit
covering the back of the house

and another unit housed

across the street
from the target.

Any line of sight on Bishop?

Blinds are closed,
so a sniper's out.

Got three heat signatures
in the back room.

Bishop's clumped together
with his hostages.

He'd put a bullet in them
before we got through the door.

We need to cut him
from the herd.

You getting anything?

Got two cell signals
coming from the house.

One's registered
to Whitt Cornell,

the other's a burner,
probably Bishop's.

- Get him on the phone.
- Copy that.

[phone rings]

Raylynn, baby?

No, Mr. Bishop,
this is agent Jess LaCroix

of the FBI.
We have the house surrounded.

I'd like to talk to you about
finding a way out of there

without anybody getting hurt.

Keep talking, FBI man.

First I need to know
that everybody's okay...

Emma, Whitt,
and of course, yourself.

Move.

Yeah, we're all
in tip-top shape.

But, you come in here,
Emma and Whitt,

well, uh, they ain't gonna be
so tip-top.

I understand you loud and clear.

You have my word we won't
do anything to provoke you.

But you hurt them, and I won't
be able to protect you.

- That's okay.
It's not like anybody

ever protected me
my entire life.

I can see
why you'd feel that way.

I met your mother.

Can't imagine you
ever felt safe around her.

Hey, FBI man,
I don't wanna talk about her.

I only met one person
I think makes you feel safe.

Raylynn, she does that for you,
doesn't she?

- Where is she?
You got her locked up?

What do you care, Ronnie, huh?

You sent her out as a decoy

so you could take off with Emma.

- Where is she?
- You miss her?

I think you might love Raylynn.

- No, it ain't love.
- It is.

You didn't know what you had
until you tossed her out.

Now it's hard
not having her around.

Listen, FBI man,
you tell me where she is...

[gun clicks]

Or I'm gonna kill
one of my hostages.

[whimpering] No...

Would you like to talk to her?

You got her with you?

Tell you what, Ronnie.

If I call you back on FaceTime

so you can speak to Raylynn,
what are you gonna do for me?

All right, I'll give you
the Biscuit Man.

But that's
after I talk to Raylynn.

You call me back with her,
or I'm gonna kill him.

[beep beep beep]

Crosby, walk with me.

I want him
to be able to see her,

but under no circumstances
do I want her

to be able to see him.

If he thinks she's watching,

he'll start killing
those hostages.

I got you, boss.

Raylynn, I'm gonna give you
a chance to talk to Ronnie.

I'd like you to encourage him
to turn himself in.

You understand?

[tablet rings]

[Emma sobbing]

[phone ringing]

- Baby?
- Ronnie!

♪ ♪

I-I-I'm sorry that I
mouthed off at you.

Baby, look what I got. Get up.

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

It's the Biscuit Man!

- Well I can't see you, Ronnie.
I can't see him.

Wait, I can't... I can't see him.

Hey, FBI man, she can't see me.

- I can't see him.
You said I could see him.

We'll check
the connection on our end.

Wait, Ronnie!

Wait, you said I could see him!

Y'all just took me
from not mad to real mad.

Now I feel like hurting someone.

Hey, everything
looks good on our end.

Must be something wrong
with the camera on his phone.

- You said I could see him!
- You're scammin' me.

Please. Please!

I'll bring Raylynn
around the front

so she can see you.
You go to the front room.

♪ ♪

Wait, you...

[sobbing]

She's in the vehicle in front.

[tires screeching]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

You don't move.

He's moving away
from the hostages.

Let's go.

Open the damn window
so I know she can see me.

[door thuds]

Raylynn!

- Ron... Ronnie!
[whimpers]

Ronnie.

[whimpering]

Drop the gun! Drop it now!

Ronnie! Ronnie!

Ronnie!

[whimpering]

Ronnie! Ronnie!

I see you, Ronnie!

♪ ♪

Watch this, baby!

♪ ♪

No!

Ronnie!

Ronnie! Ronnie, no!

No. No!

Ronnie...

Ronnie!

Ronnie, no!

[tires screeching]

What about right here
next to Mom?

I was thinking of her
when I made it.

Aw.

Works for me.

Yeah? Here you go.

[hammering]

Careful with it.

[laughter]

Hello?

Hey, Dad!

- Oh.
- How was work?

- Mm, it was fine.
I'm happy to be home.

Me too.

- So this is it, huh?
- Yeah.

Looks even better in person.

[laughter]

Let's see what it
looks like from over there.

[chuckles]

- Perfect, yeah?
- Yeah.

I have some pot pie left.

You must be tired.

Not anymore.

- Aw.
[chuckles]

So tell me.

Where did you get the idea
for this painting?

Well, it's probably
the most boring subject

at school, and my desk
is right by the window,

so I decided
to look out the window.

- What are you doing...
- [laughing]

- At school?
- Dad, stop.

That's what you're doing? Huh?

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]