Cross

Previously on CROSS...

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

Who are you?

- Whoa... - Are you asking

because you don't know what you've done to deserve this or because

you have committed so many evil acts over the course of your life

that you can't figure out which ghost has come back to haunt you?

Elle is good people.

You've been trying to win her over for a year and a half

and you still in the friend zone.

- Could you ever forgive me? - I already have.

But that doesn't mean I can be with you, Alex.

Are you familiar with Lance Durand,

Crestbrook Industries? Someone's trying to kill him.

This is the only thing we found

that we thought might matter from a speaking engagement a year ago.

Whoever that was was next to me yesterday,

close enough to put the fingers in the box.

Which is why I made the decision

- to have Nat put on your team. - Look at this.

He never takes his left hand

out of his pocket, even when he needs it.

Because he's missing fingers.

- You know a LaDonna Duvernay? - No. Why?

- She asked for you by name. - I'm your mother.

You're not gonna be able to stop this gun investigation,

but maybe you can do something about who they find at the end of it.

Cereal?

Nana had to go to Virginia to help a friend.

You have your phone?

Yes.

And no.

Just one emoji.

You already sent "just one emoji" last night.

If you want to keep texting gap-toothed Jamal,

just wait till you get your own phone.

I don't know when that's gonna be.

I just want to say good morning.

You texted him once, he didn't respond.

You can't just send another one.

How does that make you look?

Plus, you're not gonna be texting boys on this thing anyway, right?

Is that...?

No Insta, no TikTok

and no texting boys.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Wait.

I thought we were gonna go shopping with Elle.

She, uh... well, she got... she got busy with work.

- - Uh, but she told me

to tell you that this is the very best one.

Now, we're gonna set it up tonight.

But right now, grab your stuff. Principal Brock is gonna give you a ride.

- Yo, what's up, Marty? - Good morning. How you doing?

Yo, come on in. I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.

- Appreciate this. - You know how we do it at Hillcrest.

We're a village.

- Good morning Mr. Brock. - Hey. Don't you guys look great?

Good morning, king. Good morning, queen.

Hey. Be a leader.

Did you ever see pirates, Cousin Manny?

No. Thank God.

Men who would try to take a container ship

with a couple of dinky boats?

That kind of desperate you don't want to mess with.

I'd much rather be here with you kids, skipping school.

- Yeah! - All right!

- Are you gonna be here today? - Hey, now,

it's one thing for kids to miss school.

Banks, I know, can be a little bit more uptight.

Yeah, he's right.

- Mommy has to go. - Daddy can stay.

It's about time we really got to know each other.

What do you say we walk your mommy out, huh, Kenzo?

- Yeah. - We won't want her to be late, will we?

Listen, take care of your sister.

- Okay. - You listen to me...

Picture time.

And I want big smiles.

- Cheese. - Cheese.

All right. Why don't you go finish your breakfast,

- huh, lil' man? - Okay. Bye, Mom.

Perfect.

She'll be able to recognize you right off with that.

I'm begging you,

- please don't hurt them, please. - Hey, hey.

- Listen to me. - Please.

This deal is real simple.

And I trust you to keep up your end, Beverly. I do.

And you can trust me to keep your family safe.

Get them tears out your eyes,

and get your mind right.

You can do this.

Good. Now get.

You've reached Agent Craig. Leave a message.

Kayla. I'm thinking that we should question Lance's assistant separately.

She might have a lot more to say without her boss standing right there.

- So... - Nana?

- Alex? - I'll... Kitchen!

Anyway, uh, hit me back when you get this.

- Hey, what's up, John? - Where's Nana?

Oh, she had to go out of town.

Her friend was in an accident.

What's up, man? You hungry?

We doing Honeycombs.

No, I didn't stop by to eat.

I ain't been sleeping, man.

I'm trying to figure out

why Nana would lie about my mother being dead.

Well, look, I-I don't want to speak for her, but

uh, maybe she thought it was better, you not knowing.

Me not knowing the truth?

She got to explain that to me.

There's one piece I still been wondering about.

Did you know?

How long?

How long, Sugar?

Sin-Since we were kids.

Oh, shit.

What?

It's not an easy situation.

We didn't think she'd ever come back.

Stop. Not here, not now.

Fair. But at some point, you got to hear me out.

Nana and I were just trying to protect you...

I heard everything I need to hear, all right? Both of y'all lied,

and now you sitting here trying to act like that's okay.

Look, I know you're mad, but you might want to ask who you're really mad at...

The woman who raised you, your best friend

-since you were eight years old -Nah. Nah.

Or the murder suspect who turned her back on you?

Don't Shrinky Dink me, Dr. Cross. All right?

I said not here, not now.

Sorry for the holdup, everyone.

No worries. It's not like a man's life is at stake.

All right, let's jump right in.

Um, what do we have on the Crestbrook Industries

employee records?

Digital goes back 28 years. We've pored through it all.

No matches.

Before that, it's paper, but even if this guy's ten years older than he looks,

he would have been too young to work in a processing plant.

Akbar, any luck on the conference attendees?

Zero.

We contacted everyone we saw in the video next to him,

they don't even remember seeing the guy.

- He's a gray man. - Gray man?

This a new thing I got to be worried about?

It's a military term

for somebody who can be invisible in a crowd.

Maybe we should stop focusing on him.

He knows how to get through surveillance. But if that credential was fake,

he didn't just come through the front door, right?

Somebody had to let him in.

Maybe he had a friend in there. We should try to find them.

- Okay. - Hey.

Anybody in here heard of Richard Helvig?

- The billionaire perv? - That's the one.

That Filthy McNasty got his ass killed three days ago.

Is this related, Lieutenant?

The man had three fingers chopped off, so you tell me.

Our FBI buddies were able to commandeer the corpse.

Jando's had some time with it, so he's ready to give a prelim.