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I can't study at your place.

- Your dorm smells like dirty socks and farts.

- Ah, all college dorm rooms smell like that.

Come on. My place.

Is your brother still there?

Probably.

It's temporary.

- Yeah, you've been saying that for a while now.

- I don't understand why you have such a problem with it.

I mean, Maya and Bethany don't, and they're my roommates.

You notice he's all over them?

- Actually, it's the other way around.

- And why do you care? - I don't. I just...

You live in campus housing, and your brother is...

I just don't want you to get in trouble.

Admin's not gonna find out.

God, you're such a rule-follower.

I love that about you.

Forget all these books.

I'll tell you what you need to know.

We coexist.

And this creates a social contract.

You follow me so far?

Oh, I follow, baby.

- And this social contract that we all have

is secondary to the individual.

What really matters is the self above all, above society.

And it's through valuing ourselves

that we fight for our happiness.

Whatever.

- What, you aren't willing to fight for what's good?

- I think a little Ayn Rand goes a long way.

- A lot of people valued her words.

They built a statue to her book

right in the heart of Rockefeller Center.

No, they didn't.

It's a statue of Atlas, not "Atlas Shrugged."

Dev, just leave it.

Wow.

You must really think you know a lot,

being where you come from and all.

I'm from New Jersey.

- I mean where you're really from originally.

I've seen the world, met a lot of different kinds of people,

and almost to a man, everybody wants to be happy.

And it's on each of us to determine what makes us happy.

You... you, for example.

You make me happy.

And you me.

You are all I want.

What about me?

- You, Bethany, are a work in progress.

If you wanna be a part of our family,

you need to self-actualize.

Get rid of your baggage and be a woman.

It's like this.

I would die for you,

but I couldn't and wouldn't live for you.

You know what that means?

Not really.

Like I said, work in progress.

You'll get there.

Let's go. - Mm-hmm.

Bethany, where are you going?

I'm going to party.

You should try it sometime, Dev.

You still up?

- Yeah, just catching up on some things.

What things?

Work stuff.

At 3:00 in the morning?

- Is it? - Yeah, it is.

- I must have lost track of time.

All right.

Keep it down out here, all right?

Good night.

Open up.

Let's go.

Open up.

I'm coming.

Mr. Addison, what are you... - Where is he?

- Who? - Your brother.

What? Patrick!

- Son of a bitch. That's my daughter.

Dad, stop, stop, stop!

Dad, please!

Patrick!

Stop, please!

Dad! Oh, my God.

Dad, what are you doing here?

What the hell?

- Oh, my God! Jesus! - No, no, no.

- Leave me alone. - Dad, please.

Stop. Stop! - Son of a...

- Patrick. Patrick, get out of here!

- Give me the gun. Give me... give me the gun!

Now! Now!

No!

- One hour ago, homicide and double kidnapping

in a dorm room at Kincaid College in Connecticut.

- Ingrid was thinking of applying there.

Carly Cassidy, Bethany Storm,

and Maya Addison.

DOA on the floor is Maya's father, Paul.

Bethany's dad was also attacked,

and he's at Berkshire Hospital with a serious head injury.

We know who did this?

- His name is Patrick Cassidy, Carly's brother,

32-year-old ex-con currently on parole for armed robbery.

- What the hell was he doing at the college?

Is he a student there?

- No, Carly told campus police he was just visiting.

Apparently, there was something going on

with him, Bethany, and Maya,

and when their dads showed up to confront them about it,

he assaulted them and kidnapped their daughters.

Fled in Maya's red Toyota, BOLO's out.

- What kind of thing going on between them?

- That's what we need to find out.

You and Kristin take the crime scene.

Ray and Hana, cover Bethany's mom at the hospital.

I'm gonna go talk to Patrick Cassidy's parole officer.

You okay?

Yeah.

I just stayed up late working.

I fell asleep on the couch.

My neck's all sore.

Here, try this.

Always helps me with a hangover.

Thanks.

You guys have it all wrong.

Patrick's not the bad guy here. He's the victim.

What do you mean by that?

- The gun, that wasn't Patrick's.

It was Maya's dad who pulled the gun on my brother.

Tell her. - Uh, yeah, that's true.

- It only went off because Patrick was trying

to get it away from him.

Is that what you saw?

I don't know.

I mean, it was really hard to tell.

- Dev, come on. He was just defending himself.

- Then why did he run, and why did he force Maya

and Bethany to go with him?

- He didn't... they went with him because they wanted to.

- They wanted to go with an ex-con

who just attacked both their fathers

and shot one of them dead?

Carly, that's murder.

Wait.

Your brother was in prison?

- It was... it was a long time ago.

- He's been on parole for six months.

Patrick wasn't just visiting.

He's been here for, like, two months now.

Doing what?

Annoying people.

He claimed he was auditing classes.

He'd just use the gym and sneak in the cafeteria

and munch off people's meal cards.

And Carly was okay with that?

He's the only family she has.

You know, their parents are dead,

and they grew up in foster care.

Patrick's older then Carly, and she idolizes him,

but I didn't like him.

Why is that?

- I mean, he's weird and... And full of it, and...

And he's got Bethany and Maya wrapped

around his little finger.

And is he dating one of them?

It's both.

And neither of them seem to mind.

It's like they're under some type of spell or something.

You know, I should have just told Admin,

but I didn't wanna get Carly in trouble.

- So you told Maya and Bethany's parents.

- I figured they should know what's going on, right?

It was easy enough to get their emails.

- And that's why their dads showed up.

I feel terrible.

But I didn't know they were gonna do that.

And I didn't know that Patrick was an ex-con

and people could get shot and kidnapped.

- So the girls didn't go willingly.

Maya's hard to say, okay?

But Bethany, definitely not.

Patrick pointed the gun at her. She didn't wanna go.

Mrs. Storm.

I'm Agent Gibson. This is Agent Cannon.

We're sorry about your husband.

How's he doing?

He... he has a bad concussion.

And they're worried about swelling in his brain.

- We know how hard this is for you,

but we do need to talk to you about what happened.

Okay.

Uh, uh,

last night, when I got the email,

I was afraid to show Dan.