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The Mayor's office is offering a $100,000 reward

for any information leading to the capture

of Deacon Joseph Hurley,

the man dubbed "The Nightingale Killer."

He's believed to be responsible for the murders

of more than 20 women in a reign of terror,

dating back more than two decades.

Police are also endeavoring to locate

Hurley's stepdaughter, Meghan Womack,

who's been missing since Wednesday.

Anyone with...

This is what happens when you start telling your stories.

Thanks for, um...

thanks for being there for me last night.

Of course.

It's you.

Let's just get out of here.

Let's go someplace else and start over.

- Leave Bayside? - Leave Bayside.

You can be a nurse anywhere, right?

I can be a cop somewhere else.

Maybe, I don't know...

open an auto body shop.

Oh, Frankie, it's not that easy.

I mean, there are...

you know, there are things that we

- kinda need to talk about. - No, I know there's things

we need to talk about.

- Hi! Hey! What's up, kiddo? - Daddy?

- Hi. - Are you living with us again?

Am I...

Uh, we... uh, um...

No, Mommy and I, we just had a, uh...

we had a sleepover.

Yeah, I just faxed over a DA's subpoena

for any and all records you have pertaining to

your patient Meghan Womack.

That includes taped therapy sessions,

psych evaluations, everything.

Great, I'll be over in an hour to come get them.

Thanks.

An hour?

I was hoping we can stay right here.

As tempting as that sounds, I think we both know

that's not happening.

Yeah.

No, you've got a serial killer to catch.

I've got a heart to crush.

Please don't joke about that.

You put that ring on her finger.

That wasn't trying to be funny.

I spent half the night

trying to figure out how to do this.

And?

Supposed to have dinner tomorrow night.

Just tell her the truth.

You owe her that.

Why don't you just kill me like all those other women?

I didn't kill those women.

You're a liar.

I've asked you not to say that.

I know what you are.

You killed my mother

and my brother

and all those women.

You're a monster.

Meghan, all I've ever tried to do is to help you.

It's just you and me now.

But if I have to save you...

if I am forced to save you...

I'll make sure you die a good death.

Leah told me you were moving out.

Hey, Frank, look, man...

This thing with Stan, it's...

it's way more complicated than you think.

Seems pretty simple to me.

Had a chance to put him on tape,

to bury him, and you tipped him off.

Don't tell me it's some sort of mistake... lack of judgment.

It's a lack of loyalty, Satch, to me.

- To your friend. - And what was Miracella?

Don't come preaching to me about loyalty.

Come on, man. I don't wanna hear it.

All right? You showed me who you are.

And I get it, yeah, man. Loud and clear.

We got nothing else to talk about.

WQ2YV, come in.

Dad, you there?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

- You sound terrible. - Thanks.

Listen, I, um, I've been doing some digging

on the Deacon, okay?

And, uh, he's a creature of habit.

Makes sense.

He works at the ConEd plant in Midtown.

He's up and out of the house

every morning, 5:00 sharp.

He leaves the plant around 2:00,

heads over to St. Abigail's

on the West Side, where he works

clerical and accounting stuff for the parish.

Heads out of there around 5:00,

he's home by 6:00, 6:30.

Has some dinner, watches TV.

Then he locks up and lights out by 10:00.

So what's the plan?

It goes down tomorrow night.

I'm gonna drive up there around 5:30, when it gets dark,

park the car a couple blocks away.

- And traffic cams? - We're all good

once I get off the highway.

Did you check for alarms?

Yeah, there's none.

And no locks or nothing fancy there,

so I'm gonna get in there, I'm gonna

pack a suitcase, make it look like

he skipped town real quick.

How are you actually gonna do it?

Don't worry about it.

I'll figure it out.

You can't figure this out on the fly, Dad.

You have to plan for everything.

- You have to be perfect. - Yeah, for the last two years,

every day I was perfect. My life depended on it.

That's a terrible example. You got shot.

Yeah, because Stan set me up, Raimy,

not because I made a mistake.

Are you okay with this?

Tomorrow night...

I'm gonna walk another human being into the woods

and I am gonna shoot him in the back of the head

and I'm gonna dump his body in a ditch.

And I can't stop thinking about

what that's gonna look like.

Dad, stop. You need to get out of your own head.

I saw it with my own eyes. His wife in his house.

Rosaries around her wrists and feet.

The only way to change history and to save Mom

is to cut the tree at the trunk.

He's gonna take her,

and you are going to stop him.

Hey. I hope this is okay.

Knock yourself out. My home is your man cave, apparently.

Well, Laurel came home from school Thursday

and went "Sopranos" on the flat screen with a Wiffle ball bat,

trying to kill a fly.

I got a guy coming to fix it.

When are they home from Grandma's?

Tuesday. Full disclosure,

I do have a plus one on the way.

Not Stewie. I can't have that guy creeping on my stuff.

It's my dad. He just landed at JFK.

Um...

Why is he in town?

Clearly not to see his granddaughter.

Work? Who the hell knows.

Do me a favor. Try and keep the peace this time.

Yeah, trust me. There's enough booze in that thing

to have us both blackout drunk by halftime.

We'll be fine.

What time are you coming home?

To my own house?

To run interference. Plan B.

You know, he's more excited to see you than he is me, anyways.

I don't know. Late.

Hey, be safe out there.

Text me the score.

Hey.

Wow. You are pulling out all the stops, Sullivan.

Gourmet cafeteria coffee and flowers from the gift shop.

You know me. Go big or go home, right?

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

How did it go with Satch?

Not good.

Not good, but it's cool, you know?

I'm gonna stay at a hotel until I find another place.

Hey, don't be so dramatic. You can stay on the couch

until you find something, okay?

What do we, um... what do we tell Raimy?

Well, for now, let's just say that you can't stay at Satch's.

- Yeah. - About Raimy, um...

- this morning was... - No, no,

I totally get that. That was...

- I... I don't wanna confuse her. - One step at a time.

- Okay? - One step.

First step, you get to see her on clarinet

tomorrow night at the Winter Concert.

I can make dinner and we'll go over

to the school together.

Yeah, I can't. I can't tomorrow.

One step forward and two steps back.

No, no, no. It's not like that.

Jules, it's not, it's just that I...

This is work. And if I could bail on it

I would, but I can't, and...

Jules, I'm...

I'm tired of making promises that I can't keep.

But you always seem to keep them for work.

Look, I get it.

I don't have to like it, but I get it.