Meanwhile, at HQ, Clint finally returns and sits down away from the monitors when Roy walks in to find him there.
Roy Wheeler: Clint? Where the hell have you been?
Clint Gallows: I was taking a walk. Clear my head.
Roy can tell Clint is lying as he looks at him and sees that the man is exhausted and looks like he has not slept in days.
Roy Wheeler: Man, you look like shit. You need to sleep. For a day or two.
Clint Gallows: I can't. There's so much to be done and so much work to do.
Roy Wheeler: If it's about the prints, you need to forget about it for right now. Let Elizabeth handle it.
Clint Gallows: Yeah, let Elizabeth handle it. Let her handle everything from here! Why not just offer my place and throw me out?
The sudden burst of anger catches Roy off guard.
Clint Gallows: This is my home! I have given everything to making sure this city stays safe.
Roy Wheeler: I understand, and we all appreciate everything you have done. Nobody is replacing you. You just need to rest and get some sleep. It's not healthy to not have slept in days.
Knowing he is right, Clint uses the wall to balance himself as Roy helps him into one of the bedrooms. He collapses onto the bed and falls asleep quickly. Roy leaves him alone and exhales deeply.
Back in the city, Chris arrives at his apartment, and when he enters, he finds Charlie sitting at the table, waiting for him.
Charlie Cooper: Did you get it?
Chris gives him the address of the team's headquarters.
Chris Reid: Once you take down the cameras, it's easy access. Want a drink?
Chris goes into the kitchen and pours some vodka into two glasses, handing one to Charlie as he sits down across from him.
Charlie Cooper: When you came to me about this, why?
Chris Reid: Because I know he has a past with Rebecca, and he is the reason why she left me.
Charlie Cooper: Why have me do it? Because you don't want a bad image of yourself?
Chris Reid: Exactly.
Charlie Cooper: That's cold. Even for a guy like me.
Chris Reid: It doesn't matter. I want them both dead. No matter what.
Charlie Cooper: It's going to take some time.
Chris Reid: I'll handle Clint. I can break Smitty out tonight, and he can handle Roy. You take care of Michael.
Charlie Cooper: I'm a fair man, Mr. Reid. But let's get one thing straight: I don't take orders from anyone. I do this because I enjoy it. You do whatever the hell you please, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't work for you. Now, I will take care of Mr. Monroe, but I will do it on my terms. Not yours.
Chris Reid: And if you try to fuck with me, don't think for a second that I won't bury you ten feet under.
Charlie laughs at this as he drinks his drink.
Charlie Cooper: I can tell we are going to be great friends.
Chris Reid: We're not friends. We're associates.
Charlie Cooper: No need for the negativity, my friend. But in due time, you'll see. If you succeed in killing your friend, then what?
Chris Reid: I go back to my job. Do things as they were meant to be done.
Charlie Cooper: And what is that, Mr. Reid? Meet a woman, marry her, have a family, and live perfect lives? I hate to be the one to say this, but I believe that time has come and gone.
Chris Reid: And how the hell do you figure that out? What are you, a time traveler?
Charlie Cooper: No. But I have met people like you. They try to eliminate others they feel are holding them back, so they stoop to the idea of homicide, believing that will solve all the problems in their lives.
Chris stands there as Charlie explains this to him.
Charlie Cooper: You see Mr. Monroe as a threat because you believe he took the woman you loved from you. Make no mistake, he will pay and he will suffer for that sin, but I am not doing it for you. I am doing it because, like you, I too have been betrayed by someone I thought loved me, and I will take the one thing from him he cherishes more than anything.
Chris Reid: Brooke. No, not her. She has nothing to do with this.
Charlie Cooper: I missed the part where you were in charge here.
Chris Reid: She is innocent. It's Rebecca and him that I want dead. You leave Brooke alone.
Charlie Cooper: Are you asking me or telling me? Let me put it better this way: if you stand in my way, I will kill you and have no problem in doing so. You have seen what I can do and what I am capable of, so if I were you, I would not make me angry, Mr. Reid. Do we have a deal?
Chris hesitates for a moment to consider this offer. Although he does not wish any harm on Brooke, he feels he has no other choice and reluctantly agrees. Charlie departs as Chris slams the door behind him and curses himself. With Smitty locked up, Charlie begins to recruit young, homeless teenagers as well as those from foster homes to aid him, and in return, he will help them find a permanent home for good. No more foster homes; no more being homeless. He makes it clear: find Brooke Cade, free Smitty, kill The Outlaw, and kill anyone associated with him. At the police station, Smitty sits in a holding cell, waiting to be questioned again, as the doors bust open and several masked people enter, firing guns and killing multiple officers. Making their way to the holding cell, they break the lock and open it as he shoves them aside when an officer points his gun at them, but Smitty is able to disarm and snap his neck, killing him. Smitty leaves the police station with the remaining attackers just as Michael and Roy arrive in their battle suits, but it is too late. They find the police station in ruins with bodies everywhere, but are able to find some still alive. Wounded, but alive.
Michael Monroe: Mother of God.
Roy Wheeler: Who do we call?
Michael Monroe: 911?
Roy Wheeler: Michael, we are looking at 911.
Michael Monroe: No, no, 911 is an emergency. They can dispatch paramedics here.
Looking at David's office, he busts in but finds the office empty. Roy gets off the phone with the operator and informs Michael that paramedics are being dispatched. A call comes in from an unknown number, and when he answers, it is Charlie, using his voice changer to hide his true voice.
Charlie Cooper: Good evening, Mr. Monroe.
Michael Monroe: Who is this?
Charlie Cooper: Just someone who is a mighty big fan of yours. I must say, you have become quite the celebrity around here. People have begun to look up to you. The media sure loves you for all you've done for this city—except trying to find the killer.
Michael Monroe: I did find him.
Charlie Cooper: Then, how is he still on the move? because you got distracted. If it was that easy to get you distracted, then how is your beautiful girlfriend doing?
Michael Monroe: If you lay a finger on her,
Charlie Cooper: What can you do? Hmm? You said it yourself—you're chasing a ghost. You don't know who I am, where I am, or what I am doing. I could be directly outside right now, or I could be simply sitting on the toilet, taking a shit while I search for Ms. Cade.
Michael puts the call on speaker while Roy uses a tracking device for the caller, but when he searches, nothing comes up. Charlie is using a blockage to be tracked and starts laughing.
Charlie Cooper: You can't track me, Mr. Wheeler. Trying to find me is like finding a needle in a haystack, or better yet, finding a piece of hay in a pile of needles. You see, I'm not Mr. Galloway. In fact, I am much more advanced than he was. His downfall was that he did not finish the job, but I always do.
Michael Monroe: What do you want?
Charlie Cooper: I know what you did, and I am going to make sure you suffer for that. First, I will take you to the one thing that you hold dearest. And after I do, I will kill your entire team, cutting them apart piece by piece until there is nothing left, not even a piece of tissue. And then I will make you live with your failures, knowing you could not stop me.
Roy gives a thumbs up when he is finally able to crack Charlie's code and gets a location as Michael nods back.
Michael Monroe: Those sound like some serious threats. See, the last time someone told me what they were going to do, I beat him to the point of near death. Don't you for one fucking second think I won't do the same?
Charlie Cooper: And how are you so certain you will do it?
Michael Monroe: Because I won't hold back my punches this time.