Quantico

I want to do right by you for once.

I was never there for you, never.

I had a feeling it was you.

I knew you were AIC.

I want to do as much good as I can to make up

for all the bad my daughter did.

She's pregnant.

I lost a baby.

Killer's tattoos connect him to a faction

run by a guy named Conor Devlin.

I've heard of him. Old-school IRA.

His son, Phelan, wears it loud and proud.

We got to get his old man.

Yeah, before his old man gets us.

The biggest mistake you made was not killing me.

By the time I'm finished,

I'll have taken everyone you love.

*QUANTICO* Season 03 Episode 10 Episode Title: "No Place is Home"

That's my daughter.

H-How did this happen?

She was stabbed repeatedly.

No witnesses or surveillance footage.

No parent should have to experience this.

Think it was a prison thing?

Who knows. Lydia had a lot of enemies.

So do we.

Wait. What are those?

Defensive wounds.

Where did you get these?

What is it? What's up?

- Probably nothing. - What is it?

What's going on?

It's just like the ones on Lydia.

What am I looking at?

I don't understand.

Conor Devlin?

I just got a call.

What happened?

They found my sister in her apartment.

She's dead.

I helped her find this place...

Moved her in,

paid the rent when I could.

Um, hey, guys, could you give us a few minutes, please?

Thank you.

I'm so sorry, Mike.

No sign of break-in?

No.

You think she'd let in a stranger?

Not if she ever listened to me.

Any prints? Thousands.

It's gonna take a while. And even then...

Devlin's coming after our families, isn't he?

Yeah.

Then we're not gonna find any prints.

Whoever did this was a pro.

Well, even a pro makes mistakes.

What is it?

What?

Grab another can?

Okay.

I got it!

A friendly voice catches the can.

"Let me help you with your groceries."

We need protection for our families.

Yeah. I'm going to Rikers to talk to Devlin.

I'm going with you. Don't tell me I'm not.

I want to look him in the eye, same as you.

It'll only be a matter of time

before we get you back to Ireland

- Who the hell is that? - That's a good question.

I must say, you've grown up to be quite the woman.

Your brother would be proud.

When I get you back home, I promise to wipe

that smile off your face.

Whoever you are,

I'm in the middle of an interrogation.

Owen Hall, deputy director of the FBI.

- Who the hell are you? - Fiona Quinn, MI-5.

Mine Wins.

I've been credentialed by your government

to speak to my suspect.

Your suspect?

Devlin killed my sister and this man's daughter.

Making you both exactly the wrong people to talk to him.

Now, I'm happy to back off

when I hear from someone in authority

that your investigation takes precedence...

I am someone in authority, and I'm telling you, stand down.

I've been chasing this man for 11 years.

He's wanted for crimes against the people of Ireland.

Ireland can get in line.

What's your name?

Mike McQuigg.

Good Irish boy?

We ain't bonding, lady.

Have you had enough, 'cause I have.

You gonna let me in there or what?

Mr. Hall, is that you out there?

You want to charge in there and put a beatin' on this man,

you hand him exactly what he wants.

She's right.

He killed Jessie.

Why are you here, Mike McQuigg?

- I'm here to end this. - No, you're not.

You're here to punish him.

That won't get you what you want. Trust me.

Are we just gonna stand around here and do nothing?

I didn't say that. I'm going in alone.

No. It's not a request.

You two stay here.

Well, look at this.

I'm the most popular girl at the ball.

To what do I owe the pleasure, Deputy Director Hall?

This is a mistake.

This is exactly what he wants.

You don't know Owen Hall.

You don't know Conor Devlin.

So, how did you know it was me... out there?

Clairvoyant.

Runs in the family.

Except for my son,

or he'd still be alive right now.

And you blame me for your son's death?

We share the blame, don't we?

And we both have to pay the price.

What price? God's price.

Terrible thing when a child has to pay

for the sins of the father, don't you think?

- I wouldn't know. - No?

Don't give a centimeter. He won't.

Who you been talking to on the outside?

They don't let me use the phones.

No, a man like you must have means.

I'm just a stranger in a strange land.

You said by the time you were done,

you'd take away everyone we loved.

How's that going?

I'm not in the revenge business anymore, Mr. Hall.

Hm.

- This is not gonna work. - What?

Conor Devlin is never gonna give up anything.

He's only gonna enjoy it when your boss finally snaps.

Funny thing about the blacks...

Excuse me?

All your huffin' and puffin'

really gets you nowhere, does it?

What are you talking about?

You run around the streets with your... bandanas

and your low riders, and you flash your...

What do you call it?

Your cheddar and your guns, and all you end up

doing with them is killin' each other.

Know what you are?

What?

Predictable.

If I wanted to kill a black behind bars,

know who I'd get to do it?

Another black.

Hey, hey! I'm good, I'm good.

You feel better now, son?

I understand how a little violence could salve a wound.

I don't see you for four years, and suddenly a cop shows up

at my door for my "protection"?

What the hell is going on, Alex?

Good to see you, too, Mom.

Is this 'cause I didn't come to Thanksgiving?

Because I really did have a flat.

No, Dad. This is not punishment for Thanksgiving.

Something's come up at work.

We're gonna need to hunker down at Shelby's place

in Westchester for a few days.

So this is punishment

- for Thanksgiving. - Oh, my God.

Bit surprised to hear from you.

Oh, yeah? Why's that, though?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe

because I've been here for eight months

and not one brekkie, lunch, or supper from big brother?

And when you finally do show up, it's to drag me out of class

and into this... thing.

- Is this really your car? - Look,

you've been busy with school.

I've been busy with work.

Where are we going?

- To a friend's house. - A party?

Uh, yeah, something like that.

A work party?

What, with boring insurance people?

Ugh, kill me now.

I need you to behave today, Maisie.

Can you do that, please?

Oh, my God.

- I'm your beard. Okay, stop it - Yeah...

what, they don't know that you're a puff?

Shut up, okay?

I was the only person that didn't care,

and that is the primary reason you can bugger off.

- Bugger off? - Yeah, yeah, f-for vanishing.

I mean, for not sending me a birthday card