Cross

Previously on Cross...

I need to find out who's fucking with my family.

- Where did you get that? - Mom's closet.

Heard back from Quincy.

Ran some hairs and fibers from that scarf.

Most of them are Maria's,

but one definitely was not.

If you're thinking of grabbing another one

right now, you need to don't.

Come by for some

harmless, platonic, very friendly advice.

Tavio was murdered

because he knew something about Emir.

Now, if we just had his phone.

I have his cell phone.

I think he was killed for something on there.

A voicemail from Emir Goodspeed.

I went to that dude's house for a date.

I'm all fucked up. I'm at 41 Price Street.

Glad you decided to come.

Hello, Aileen.

I got it.

Mm-hmm.

Hey.

For Mommy, from all of us.

They're as beautiful as you.

Aw.

Okay. Come here. Mm. Yeah.

Now, you make sure you talk to her.

She's always been a good listener.

- Mm-hmm. - Still is. Mm.

Easy.

Good morning.

Shannon, I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to take a deep breath and hold it.

What?

Why?

Just do it.

Shh, shh, shh. It's okay. It's okay.

Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe. Try again.

- Why am I here? - Shannon. Shannon!

Breathe.

That's it. Yes.

That's it. Yes.

Perfect.

My f...

- My face feels... - I'm detoxing your pores

with hydrolyzed collagen and dissolvable amino acids

from a Korean face mask.

And you're welcome.

I don't understand.

What do you want from me?

One step at a time.

That's it.

That's it.

Tavio, it's me.

I went to that dude's house for a date,

but something isn't right, man.

I'm all fucked up and I didn't touch anything.

He did something. I need you to pull up.

Tavie, I'm at 41 Price Street.

Please, man, come quick. I'm in trouble, man.

Damn, that's chilling.

You can feel the fear.

Yeah. Goodspeed was killed right after leaving that message.

Then why does the coroner's report say accidental overdose?

That was decided before I was put on the case.

So why haven't they changed it?

- Come on, Dean. - It's a problem, Alex. You know it.

- Multiple bodies are connected to this, Your Honor. - Connected how?

The guy that Emir called for that ride...

Tavio Lemmons...

he was murdered before we could even talk to him.

Tavio's girlfriend ends up with the phone with that voicemail.

She was killed a couple of days later.

It all comes back to whatever went down at the Price Street address.

I need a warrant to get in there,

- please. - It's not that simple.

Right now, I don't see a crime. Neither does the M.E.

It is that simple.

You believe me or you don't.

We're friends or we're not.

Friends don't let friends get overturned on appeal.

Um, yeah, he's down in records right now.

You believe that shit?

Every time.

Oh, hey, Cross. I've got some info on that Price Street house.

Doesn't matter. Can't get a warrant. Hey.

Did you get Massey to change the cause of death?

She's not in. Me and you, we got to talk.

Did you know that house used to be the Egyptian Embassy?

And before that, the Second National Bank.

- And before that, a brothel. - Okay.

But who owns it now?

That's a little bit of a riddle, still, but

whoever it is ran it through a Delaware corporation owned by

a trust based in Nevada.

The property is vacant and listed for short-term rental.

Whoa, didn't you just tell me you had something?

Okay, you don't have to be a dick about it.

I'm just trying to tell you that someone is aggressively

hiding the ownership.

Why don't you try to tell me when you know who that someone is?

The DNA results from the hair you found on Maria's scarf came in.

We get a name?

- Here's the thing, Sugar... - Who is it, John?

You're not managing very well, do you feel me?

- I'm fine. - No, you're not.

Give me a name.

I had to put flowers on your wife's grave today

on your anniversary

because you couldn't get all the way there.

You couldn't even step foot past the gate.

It's been over a year.

The name, the name, the name. I want a name, John.

Make the appointment.

What appointment?

Are you fucking serious?

Are you fucking seri...

You know what, I'll call the lab myself.

And they'll tell you to call me.

Have you lost your mind, John?

This motherfucker been in my house.

He messed with my kids. Huh?

You want to sit here and pull this Iyanla: Fix My Life shit?

You want the name, make the appointment.

Do it right now. On speaker.

All right.

Fuckin' appointment.

Hmm?

Dr. Adele Finaly's office.

Marcy! Hey, what's up?

It's Alex Cross. Yeah, yeah.

Uh, I just wanted to make an appointment with the doc.

When's her next available?

Dr. Cross, it's been a while.

Can I put you on hold while I check?

Absolutely.

Name.

You're not gonna believe this.

Guys, we'll pick this up later.

I thought you wanted this filed...

Did you hear the part where I said "later"? Go.

Don't come in here asking me for another favor, Alex.

Sampson promised you'd do a nice, quiet suspension.

If I had known that you were gonna keep working

I never would have slow-played that citizen complaint.

Not about that.

Someone broke into my home.

Didn't take anything. Instead,

- they left a scarf that used to belong to my wife. - What?

One that went missing the day she was killed.

We sent it to the lab.

They found a strand of hair that didn't belong to Maria.

DNA just came back.

It's yours.

What can I get you?

What you know about Shreveport stuffed shrimp?

I don't know what you mean.

I mean, is it the real thing, Shreveport-style?

Or, you know, you just wrote that up on up there?

It's one of our best sellers,

- I tell you that. - Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.

That ain't what I asked.

I want to know is it authentic?

'Cause, you know, I'm straight up from The Bottoms,

so I could tell the difference.

It's legit.

Hook that up on up then.

Judge wouldn't give Cross

- a warrant. - Good. That's that, then.

Maybe, but I doubt it.

My suggestion is to get the fuck up out of there

and never look back.

While I appreciate the concern,

I'm not going anywhere.

Cross didn't find me, and he won't,

unless I want him to.

Cross ain't likely to let this go,

and you caught a lucky break today.

A smart man would cash that on in.

If you think I got lucky,

then you still don't know me, Bobby.

There you go.

Enjoy.

This don't live up to the Ratchet City name,

I'm coming back.

And it won't be a "I want my money back" type problem.

You feel me?

I'm just fucking with you.

Keep the change, dawg.

Dude is crazy.

I think they killed my dog.

What?

I'm just trying to figure out how they got my hair.

I bet they're the ones that killed him.

Wait, I'm... Someone killed your Bailey?

Why did I not hear about this?

Last time we talked, you had other priorities.