FBI

Get the hell out of here!

Drove a car through the front window, smashed the glass case,

grabbed as many weapons as they could,

got back in their car, and got the hell out of there.

And this poor bastard got in the way.

- Owner? - Owner's brother.

Guy named Ted Whitman.

Works here part-time.

- Not anymore. - Damn.

Looks like he got hit with something pretty hard.

Bat, tire iron, that sort of thing.

You contact the owner?

He's waiting for you outside.

Mr. Whitman, we're very sorry for your loss.

I, uh,

I don't know what to say.

I can't believe this actually happened.

Your brother was working alone?

Teddy was working nights trying to make some money.

He was a chef too.

He was hoping to open up a restaurant someday.

Anything unusual going on?

Any threats, or either one of you owe anyone money?

No, nothing like that.

Everything's been going really good until tonight.

Well, look, if you think of anything else, give us a call.

And in the meantime, we're gonna need a list

of all the items that were stolen, okay?

Make, model, serial number.

We're also gonna need to access

your security system.

Again, we're very sorry for your loss.

We don't know much yet, but we'll keep you in the loop.

Please do. The folks down in D.C.

get real nervous when guns are stolen.

Well, we got that in common. Folks in New York do too.

Um, I'm here if you need me, Jubal.

Feel free to reach out. - All right. Great.

Appreciate it. - How's Isobel feeling?

Ah, well, not great.

But she's tough. She'll make it through.

This damn COVID thing is getting old.

Ah, tell me about it. Morning, folks.

So we're chasing a murder,

but we're also chasing a cache of stolen weapons,

but the question of the moment is "why"?

Why do they steal these weapons?

Kelly, ready with that video yet?

Pulling it up as we speak.

Guessing that's the murder weapon.

ERT recovered the sledgehammer?

No, they must have taken it with them.

Mm-hmm. All right, let's do some math.

See if we can figure out how tall the suspects are.

- Copy that. - And we need to find

the owner of that car. - It's a 1987 Blazer.

License plate is cold.

Okay, I guess we're gonna have to settle

for the owner of the car whose plates were stolen.

I had no idea my plates were missing.

I haven't driven the car in a few days.

You know, COVID and all.

Does this security camera work?

Yes, we had it installed a few months ago.

A neighbor down the road had his house broken into,

so we upgraded our whole system.

Okay, that's great. We're gonna need

to see the footage. Is that okay?

Of course.

Here are the two perps.

This is two nights ago, around 7:00 p.m.

Mm-hmm. All right.

Let's see if we can get a good shot of this guy.

- Mm. - Yeah, there you go.

One of them looks pretty young.

He's a baby.

All right, run it through facial rec.

- No hits. - Yeah.

You know what? This logo on the hoodie looks familiar.

Let's see if we can get a better look at it.

Okay, there.

Looks like a lion.

No, that's a cougar.

It's a mascot for Chapman Private School in Scarsdale.

My son goes there.

That's Clayton Hall. He's a junior.

Why? Something happened to him?

We think he might be involved in a robbery-homicide.

You don't seem as surprised as one might expect.

I'm not, unfortunately.

- And why is that? - Clayton is--

he has issues.

Okay. What kind of issues?

The art teacher notified us last week that his drawings,

his cartoons, were disturbing.

A lot of violent images.

Okay. Is Clayton here now?

Let me check.

No, he called in sick today.

Okay, we're gonna need his home address.

We're definitely in the right place.

FBI! Anybody home?

Don't come inside. Just stay away.

You understand me?

Clayton, is that you?

Yeah, it's me.

But I'm not coming out no matter what you say.

All right, that's fine.

But we're not gonna go anywhere,

so it is probably best that we come

to some sort of compromise. - No compromises!

That's all people want these days is compromises.

What the hell does that even mean?

You're right.

Clayton, you're right. I'm sorry.

I misspoke. I used the wrong word.

What I should have said is that we are here to help you,

that we want to help you.

Okay, Clayton, does that sound better?

Yeah, that sounds good.

Okay, thank you.

I just wanna make sure that no one gets hurt.

Clayton.

Clayton!

He's down.

We need an ambulance

to 33 Hancock Drive in Scarsdale.

Right now.

Inspect that.

The house is clean. There are no guns.

Okay, so he only took the Glock

that he used, and what? Hid the other guns?

Or his partner has them.

Either way, we gotta find his accomplice fast.

Hey, look at this.

I don't understand. I mean, how do you--

how do you go from smiling and laughing on the beach

to, I mean, all of this?

Who the hell knows?

I can't believe it.

Clay's been struggling, but he's a good kid.

He just-- - We did everything we could.

We tried different doctors, different medications.

I can't imagine what you're going through.

Do you have any idea who your son was with last night

or the night before?

No, we've been giving him more independence,

so we try not to ask a lot of questions.

It sounds really stupid now, I get it,

but the psychiatrist thought it might help, so--

We understand.

Did Clay have a best friend?

Someone that he liked to hang out with?

He wasn't really close to many kids.

None that we knew of.

Only one he ever talked about was Simon--Simon Branch.

I haven't hung out with Clay in a long time.

Two or three months. - Why not?

I don't know, he and I just--

it started to get weird.

Some of the things he would talk about were pretty serious.

I hate to tell you this, Clay is dead.

He took his own life about an hour ago.

But it is extremely important

that we understand what Clay was up to.

It's also important that we know where you were last night.

I was home all night studying.

And your parents can verify this?

- Yeah, definitely. - It's good to hear.

And just so you know, we're not accusing you of anything.

You understand that, right?

Now, if you don't mind,

we need to know what crazy things

Clay was talking about.

About a month ago,

he said that it would be pretty cool

to shoot up a school.

I said he was nuts and that he needed

to talk to a shrink or something.

I even called his parents,

and they were pretty freaked out,

but they begged me not to say anything to anyone else.

So I didn't.

Who was Clay hanging out with these past few months?

Gamer dudes.

You know their names?

Yeah.

Did you find anything interesting in Clayton's SUV?

Not really--we pulled three different sets of prints

but ran them through IAFIS, and no hits.

Uh-huh, but Tiffany sent over that list of gamers, right?

Yep, we've got 11 names.

We're pulling as much info as we can on every kid.

Mm-kay, and we found Perp One's height?

Approximately 6'1".

Okay, so let's use that to narrow down the list.