Cross

Previously on Cross...

Judge cited my testimony

when he sentenced her.

Well, someone wants people to pay for what happened to Deirdre Nolan.

What do you want?

$2.2 million.

And it'll be in your account by the end of the week.

Ramsey was always talking to some guy in Philly-- White Mike.

What's going on with the serial killer?

We do have a profile.

We want to hear every detail.

I have to be perfect, right? Just like Aileen?

No. No!

We all have secrets, Alex.

I'm ready to bring mine into the light.

This is the incident that Sampson reported.

Call your union rep.

He did this.

Ed Ramsey is the Fanboy killer.

Let's just chalk this up to Detective Cross

having a little too much to drink.

- You know what, fuck you. Fuck you. - That's it.

- Oh, my God. - You need to leave.

Shannon Witmer's alive,

probably in this house.

Out. Now!

Do you know how this works, Detective Cross?

Do you know anyone who's been through the process before?

- No. - It's okay, Alex. Uh...

Can I call you Alex?

Yeah.

It's okay, Alex. Most people don't.

Things are gonna come pretty hard and fast.

You will not have time to study. You will not have time to prepare.

You'll need to trust your union, and you'll need to trust me.

They're gonna make an official request for your badge and gun.

They call it a request,

but it is not optional.

You are required to hand them over.

- You understand? -

- Oh, he has another one. - Jannie, please.

- Yes. - To avoid embarrassment, we can have the brass come here...

Not here.

- - Family doesn't know?

Not the kids.

Fair enough.

Then you'll need to go in.

I can accompany you as your rep, but I got to say, it is not the best look.

- I'll go in by myself. - Good.

But remember, you're just there to turn in your badge and gun.

This is not the time to plead your case.

You'll be put on non-contact status,

pending the outcome of the investigation.

You understand?

Malika, I did everything I said I would for your brother, I did.

This has nothing to do with that.

Fuck Alex Cross.

And fuck the police.

- Malika... - Fuck you.

- Malika. - Fuck you, Alex.

Fuck you.

- - Fuck you.

Badge and gun.

- I'm right about Ramsey. - That's not why we're here.

It should be.

- But it's not. - Okay.

Yes, I made a mistake. All right?

You can't let that get in the way of saving Shannon Witmer's life.

- Do you want to tell him or should I? - What?

We searched Ramsey's house.

He invited us in because of your accusations.

There's no sign of Shannon. No sign of anything.

- W-When? When? - This morning.

This morn... So, he had all yesterday to move her?

- Tell him to stop talking. - No. Listen.

Shannon is Ramsey's last victim. His last.

The man wants to go out with a bang, not a whimper.

He's a perfectionist.

He's obsessed with winning. He wants everybody to know it was him.

You're talking about the Fanboy or you?

Nice, April.

Spoken just like a wannabe mayor.

If you was a real cop, you'd have listened to me at that party,

this case would be closed.

You know, you've had a whole day to sit and stew in your new situation,

and I bet you're starting to get a sense of how messy it is.

But I don't think you've pondered just how much worse it could get.

- Okay, let's just... - You want me to be the villain?

Fine. Blame me all you want.

But if you don't lay your gun and badge on that table

and walk out of here without saying another fucking word,

I promise you,

I'll make all your worst nightmares come true.

All right.

I'm right about Ramsey.

Right now I'm talking...

Let me call you right back.

Fuck!

- You want me to give it a shot? - No, I don't. No, thank you.

No.

They're taking the heat off of Ramsey.

You hear that?

Not me. Look, I'm-a work this till we get him.

She'll be dead by then.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

I'm just saying I...

I should be closing this out, not packing up my fucking locker.

You see how this all snowballed?

Yo, I don't know what you getting at right now,

but it sounds like the wrong shit to be thinking.

Oh, so...

Yeah, yeah, I'm-I'm gonna have plenty of time for therapy now, right, John?

How do you fix it in your mind to blame this shit on me?

You started all this when you reported me.

Wow. Are you so far up your own ass

that you can't even entertain the possibility that you fucked up?

- You pushed the first domino. - No, Sugar!

This shit happened when you beat that man.

- Hey, fuck you! Hey! - Fuck You!

I was trying to find Maria's killer!

Listen, man. I get it.

I-I loved her, too. I miss her, too.

She was my wife. The mother of my kids.

You don't know what that feels like. You never will.

You know what I mean.

You ain't the only person in this family to lose someone.

You're just the only person who ain't dealt with it.

You know what, you keep saying family.

Family, family, family.

What, you think 'cause my kids call you Uncle John

that makes you family? No.

Think 'cause Nana Mama taught you how to tie your fucking shoes,

that makes you family? No. You not blood.

You're not bone. You're just my friend.

Or you were.

Now you're just somebody I used to work with.

Be careful where you take this, I shit you not.

Nigga, I ain't afraid of you.

Good, motherfucker, 'cause I ain't fuckin' with you.

Bring it. What's up?

- Move! - Hey, hey! Hey!

We're talking here.

Yes, I heard. We all heard.

Now, I just want y'all to just back up, just a little bit.

Excuse me.

There we go. Come on.

Thank you.

You, too, Sampson. Thank you.

Now I'm-a stand right here till one of y'all leaves.

Who's it gonna be?

I'm the one who don't work here no more, right?

You good?

- - Yeah.

Jesus.

Does anybody know where this came from?

Delivery guy dropped them off.

Hello?

The other kid claims Damon just started swinging on him.

He has a nasty black eye to prove it.

But Damon here refuses to tell us his side of the story.

I know your family's been through a lot.

Children are often affected by... circumstances

over which they have no control.

Damon's always been a great student.

Actually, one of my favorite students.

That's why I've been cutting him slack lately.

But we have a zero tolerance policy

for this type of behavior. You understand?

Yes. Of course.

That means Damon's suspended for a week.

He's free to go home now.

There is no problem you can't solve with your words.

Not unless what?

What? Self-defense.

That boy put hands on you?

- Did he? - No.

Get in the house.

Finish with you later.

If there's anything left.

Come on, sweetie, let's go in. Come on.

That's an interesting choice on your car there.

You got jokes.

- What's up? -

Two John asked me to look into this guy, White Mike,

that might be connected to Ramsey.

Right. Some guy he heard about from Philly. You find him?

I found about two million of them.

But I spent my entire weekend narrowing it down,

you know, in the name of stopping a serial killer.

And?

Come on, it's me. I messengered everything over to John this morning.

And then, about an hour ago,