Cross

This is where it all started.

My wife Maria,

sh-she was murdered.

Previously on Cross...

You giving me a new case?

Each of those victims was transformed to resemble

a serial killer.

Calling him the Fanboy. Seemed like a good name

for this motherfucker.

I'm a detective.

Metro PD.

You got kids?

A boy and a girl.

We grew up together

and joined the force together.

Someone from my past

is out to get me.

Would you like to know

- what her last words were? - Who is this?

I'm not a monster.

What do you want from me?

Hit it.

What do you want?

- $2.2 million. - Help!

Who are you working for, Bobby?

I got this raging crush

on this older man.

I don't understand

how a Black man can be a cop these days.

Fuck the police.

This is the incident that Sampson reported.

You started all this

when you reported me. I was trying to find Maria's killer!

I took our friendship for granted.

I'm sorry.

I was right there with you,

side by side, on that case,

and you're a national hero and nobody knows who I am.

It's over.

You're the cop who took down DC's most prolific serial killer.

I can't think of a better way

than to confess to the legendary Alex Cross.

We need to find out

who's fucking with my family.

You see this man, I want you to run.

The man I love putting me in that position...

You hid the truth from me.

Can't believe it was her the whole time.

"My babies need me."

Those were Maria's last words.

You're gonna pay for this.

You'll be cleared.

Nobody wants to see you lose your badge.

I came to say thank you.

Hold up. Are we having

a civil conversation, Malika?

Full immunity

with 24 months served.

We got a deal.

Is this you or, or Uncle Sam talking?

You're a hero, Alex, but only you get to decide what that means.

- Are you Cyrus? - Yeah.

What happened with Troy?

He overslept.

Hey. Phone.

Let's go.

You have any Mount Gay? I asked for it.

Not in there. We got some more on the way.

Good.

Please, let me go home.

No more crying.

You should be happy.

You're my favorite.

It's good to be my favorite.

Can I be your favorite?

Unlock her.

I'm getting you out of here.

There's a boat on the dock. Get inside and wait for me, okay?

- Now you lock up. - Who are you?

Lock up, and then we talk.

Behind your back.

- What do you want? - Your money.

Or at least the $11,426,000 at SEP Bank in Lugano.

Come on, Madison. I have a toy for us to play with.

Get out of here.

I want to play.

Where's your toy?

I brought my toy.

You don't want to play with me?

I want all the girls out.

We're gonna have some fun.

Your kind of fun.

All transactions are traceable.

By the time they find my account, your money will be gone.

And now... I need the key to your safety-deposit box in Houston.

You can't get in without me.

Better to give up the key than die.

You understand that's the proposition here, don't you?

It's on my key ring.

Who are you?

I am the daughter of Dr. Gabriela Alejandra Porras

Healer, teacher, and protector of the poor

the forgotten and the maltreated.

Her blood gives me strength

Why are you doing this?

Are you asking because you don't know what you've done to deserve this?

Or because you've committed so many deplorable, evil acts

over the course of your despicable life that you can't figure out

which ghost has come back to haunt you?

Do you want a hint, Richie?

They say I have her eyes.

It was story time when I found her.

I tried to wake her, but she was too tired.

And I thought about going back to my bed,

but my favorite part of every day was story time.

So I decided, instead of her reading to me,

I would read to her.

I climbed up in bed, and I laid down next to my dead mother.

I didn't know they were...

Hmm?

I am so sorry.

You have sinned enough, you vile, limp dick, waste of flesh and bone.

We both know that wasn't a mistake.

And you didn't regret it.

Until now.

Our keynote speaker today

is a man who has dedicated his life to the Metropolitan Police Department.

He has earned every commendation this department has to offer,

and he has even been recognized

with the Medal of Valor from the president of the United States.

To inspire the next generation of Metropolitan police officers,

please help me welcome Detective Alex Cross.

Good afternoon.

It's an honor to be here.

It's an honor to be one of you.

Now, they put me on the podium today to stand as a shining example,

because, in their eyes, I represent the best of us.

And I appreciate that. I'm-I'm proud of what I've accomplished.

But when you look at me, also know I represent the worst of us.

I assaulted an innocent man.

And I was on the job.

I'm grateful that I got a second chance

and, with it, an opportunity to share some truths with you today.

This job is difficult.

Only those that do it can truly understand.

And you don't get to call time-out just because you woke up in a bad mood

or you got money problems or your marriage is in trouble.

No.

And you will make mistakes. You will.

Is it fair that, most times, you're judged not by your best day but by your worst?

Maybe not.

But that is what you're signing up for.

You don't like it, don't take the oath.

We have to hold ourselves to a higher standard.

When I fell down on the job,

my partner Detective John Sampson made me face the music.

And when he held me accountable,

he not only upheld the integrity of this department, but he

he saved my life.

We must hold ourselves to a higher standard.

And when we do, we set ourselves up

for the most satisfying feeling I think anyone can experience.

No, it's not a promotion or a paycheck.

It's not a headline. It's not a pat on the back.

No, it is not a free half-smoke from Ben's Chili,

even though that might be a close second.

No.

It's you.

Standing in the mirror, looking at yourself

and knowing that you made a difference.

It's a powerful thing.

Because in this job, some days you are the difference.