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[thunderclap]

Good to go?

[door opening]

- NYPD! On the floor!
- Get on the ground now!

NYPD! Hold it right there!

- I got a runner!
- Don't move! Don't move!

Drop it! Drop it!
Drop it!

[thunderclap]

Stay down!
Don't you move!

[thunderclap]

[grunts]

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

[clicking]

Mac? Mac?

Turn over.
Get your hands behind your back.

Show us your hands now!

Hey, go ahead,
do me a favor and move.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one...

Hawkes, you and I should,
uh, hook up after this meeting

and go over ballistic evidence

in relation
to the autopsy report.

- Okay.
- Danny, check your schedule.

You'll receive a "must appear"
for Wednesday.

I can cover your cases for you
if you have any deadlines.

Ah, thanks, Doc.

You weren't even gonna offer,
were you?

Solve your own damn cases.

[laughing]

I can't wait to get married.

So what this means is

everything in this case
becomes our priority.

[thunder rumbles, crashes]

[clicking]

Yesterday was another
priority list.

Will tomorrow be another one?

And still relatively fresh.

Delivered not more than four
to five hours prior to death.

You want to clue me in
on what you're up to?

There's no pattern
to his movements.

Whose movement?

Mac, whose movements?

Kenny Hexton.

That's him nine years ago.

We would get tips,
anonymous calls,

even sightings
based on sketches.

But whenever we thought
we were close,

he'd pick up
and move again. Baltimore.

We were close in
Baltimore, I know it.

And her?

That's Jackie Thompson,
Hexton's girlfriend back then.

She wouldn't give him up.
She still lives in Queens.

I pay her a visit every now and then

to see if her loyalty has shifted.

In exchange, she sends me voicemails
telling me to go screw off.

What happened to you
this morning?

- This morning?
- In the conference room.

You walking out like that.

Had to get some air.

Okay, what's going on, Mac?

I know you better than you think.
Something's up.

What suddenly compelled you
to investigate

a robbery at a bodega
on Austin and 23rd?

I'm the head of
the Crime Lab, Jo.

I think that more or less entitles me

to reevaluate any case I want,
whenever I want.

Fine. I have no problem with that.

But I'm your colleague and friend,

and I think that more or less
entitles me to ask why.

Why this case?

Why now?

You know the cases I keep
on the edge of my desk?

Yeah. Unsolved, right?

This is the last one.

You know, you're going
old school with that string.

You'd be amazed at what
computers can do nowadays.

It's an old case.
Old habits.

We're not done talking about this.

Move! Come on, let's go!

One hour before I got to be
downtown for COMPSTAT. What's up?

You just killed two people.

Owner and an employee
behind the counter.

That sounds like me.

Your weapon of choice was a revolver.

Give me the money, man.

Open the register.
Let's go. Do it!

What, are you deaf, old man?

Open the register!

I know you know what I'm saying!
Open it! Now!

Okay.

[speaking foreign language]

Put that gun down.
You put the gun down right now!

What you gonna do?
You gonna shoot me?

I will kill you right now!
Put it down!

Let's go, let's just
get out of here, man.

No, no, I'm not going anywhere.

- Come on!
- Not without the money.

What you gonna do, huh?

No, no!

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Watch the door!
Watch the door!

Grab the cash out
of the register.

Bleeding from a gunshot wound,

you and your accomplice
exit which door?

All the action
goes down right here?

No witnesses?

Here's your quickest exit right there.

So why'd they go out the far door?

What is this?

This was my first case when
I became head of the Crime Lab.

Simple bodega robbery
homicide, right?

Except for the exit.

This is your shooter?

Skipped town that night.

Girlfriend wouldn't give up where,

we never I.D.'d the accomplice.

Assumed he left with him.

This case has been sitting

on the edge of my desk
for the last nine years.

Hmm. You got a new lead?

No.

Is the chief asking about it?

Nope.

Then, what's up?
Why you looking into it now?

No reason.

Maybe the accomplice lived
in the direction of the far door,

and that's where they fled to first.

Or, after the shots,

they saw someone
from the outside

walking toward this door.

You don't look like
you're buying it.

There was an accumulation
of blood drops--

Let's go!

...on the floor right here,

where, apparently, the shooter
bumped into a shelf,

and then knocked some stuff
to the ground.

- Was this all our shooter's blood?
- Yeah.

Do me a favor.

Uh, before you head downtown,
go by the property clerk

and pick up the evidence
and bring it by the lab.

No problem.

You all right, buddy?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Know what I'm thinking?

I want you to go into the bathroom,
take these two bricks of cocaine,

and I want you
to strap them to your body.

All right? Then I'm going
to meet you downstairs, okay?

I'm gonna get it home,
I'm gonna cut it and I'm gonna package it.

And I'm going to become...

Danny Montana.

I'm a political prisoner
from Staten Island.

So you have no problem
using me as a drug mule?

No. If you want to be involved, you're going
to have to take on some of the risk.

Well, it sounds like I'm
taking on all of the risk.

The only thing you risk is being mocked
for doing a bad Pacino impression.

Oh, all right.

So you're not a fan
of being the wife

of a very powerful and very handsome--
if I do say so myself-- drug lord.

I anticipated that, because
I know a little bit about you,

so I have a plan B
for making some extra dough.

Well, does it involve you
dressing in drag and turning tricks?

Because that
I'm totally okay with.

How does Sergeant Danny Messer sound?

Are you serious?

You're thinking about taking
the sergeant's exam?

Maybe.

- I think that's a great idea.
- Good.

'Cause I took it a few months ago and I'm
waiting for the results in a few days.

What? Why didn't you tell me?

I haven't told anyone.

I mean, I don't know if I want it.
I mean, it's more money.

It puts me on the path to possibly

running this lab one day,
but it takes me away from here.

It would take me away from the team.

It would take me away from you.

Well, we'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

I love that you're thinking
about our future like this.

Hey, Mac. Ran all the blood samples
from the bodega.

Swabs from the gun
and the five dollar bill

both confirmed
to be Kenny Hexton's blood.

But the change purse,

the instrument picked up
a second profile.

A minor donor
in addition to Hexton's blood?

Barely detectable.

Probably from epithelials left
behind after just touching it.

Well, I don't understand. We processed
this thing when the crime occurred,

and we never got a second donor.

- Why would it be different now?
- Well, I used a different genetic analyzer.

Every instrument varies in sensitivity.

If I ran it through a third one,
might not pick it up, but this one did.

Machines. Sometimes there's
no rational explanation

for why they do what they do.

Any customer in the store
could have touched this.

This item was for sale.

I don't think so.

We got a hit on the DNA
from the epithelials.

[Mac]
Olivia Dalton.

Her mother reported her missing
the morning after the homicides.

[gunshots]

Move! Come on! Let's go.

[clatter]

Hey. Where do you
think you're going?

Come here!

Where do you think
you're going? Huh?

Okay, okay. Come on!

Dude, where did she come from?

She been here this whole time?

Tell me, what'd you see?

Huh? What'd you see?

- Hey!
- Relax, Kenny. She's just a kid.

She's not. She's not a kid.
She's a witness, man.

Where's your mom? Huh?
You know where your mother is?

[siren wails]
It's too late.

Come on.
She's coming with us.

That's why they
went out the rear door.

She was in the bodega that night.

I bought her this about a week
before she disappeared.

She wanted to be just like her mommy.

All grown up with her own little purse.

I suppose you read the reports,

the-- the ones...

that the police made that night.

I was a different person back then.

Ms. Dalton,
I'm not here to judge you.

Based on what I've read here,

you're a mother who's
never given up hope,

and I admire that.

Tell me about that night.

How did Olivia end up
in that bodega alone?

I was more interested
in getting loaded

than taking care of my baby girl.

[door opens]

Mommy! Mommy, look!

Oh, it's beautiful, baby.

It's really great.

It's great.

- Do you have a headache, Mommy?
- Mm-hmm.

Mommy's got a headache
and she needs to rest, okay?

The bodega was
just around the corner.

She went to get you some aspirin.

And when I woke up
a couple hours later,

she was gone.

I went through the entire building,

knocked on every door.

Went through the streets
screaming her name.

I haven't had a drink since that night.

That's what it took to open my eyes.

But it was too late.

It's never too late.

You've been looking
for these men for nine years.

What makes you think

you're going to find them now?

Olivia.

Come on, Jackie.

We both know you know
where Kenny is.

I shouldn't have even let you in.

What happened to you?

You're a very pretty woman.

You seem like you have
a good head on your shoulders.

What happened?

You can go now.

If I had to guess,
I bet you had a father who told you

you would never amount to anything.

And after you heard that about a hundred
times, you started to believe it.

Get out.

So you started dating guys
who would smack you around.

- Get the hell out.
- Why are you protecting him, Jackie?

I loved him, okay?

Don't act like you know me.

'Cause you don't know
anything about me... or Kenny.

I know he killed two people
in cold blood.

Okay, well, there's nothing
I can do to change that.

So will you please go?

There is something
you can change now.

Her name is Olivia.

She witnessed the murders.

Kenny and Wes took her
from the bodega that night.

And when they came to your place,
you didn't see a little girl?

No.

No, I didn't-- I didn't see her.

Maybe we should
just leave her here.

What?

You're out of your mind.
No way.

- Why not?
- Because I said so. You hear me?

She could take her
to the cops or something.

Take who to the cops?

Nobody.

She must have been right there.

Her mother's been looking
for her for nine years.

Oh, God. What was he thinking?

Nine years.

You mean you have never
heard from Kenny?

He sent this about a week
after he left.

Kenny didn't know
how to write so well,

so I'm guessing the other guy
did it for him.

It's pretty faded, but...

You can barely
make anything out.

Look, I haven't spoken
to Kenny in years.

Last thing I heard,
he was headed up to Boston

to hook up with some friend.

Got a name?

Chris Carson.

[thunderclap]

- NYPD! On the floor!
- Mac, you good?

NYPD! Hold it right there!

Mac, you good?

Yeah, I'm good.

Let's go.

Look out! Look out!
Heads up! Move! Move!

Move!

[siren wails]

Mac, he's cutting across!

Where is she?

Where's Olivia?

Where is she?
Where's Olivia?

Tell you what,
we'll get back to that.

I want a last name for Wes.

I couldn't tell you.

We just met a couple weeks
before the robbery.

I barely knew that guy.

After it all went south,
we figured

the less we knew
about each other, the better.

Just hit the road after that.

Nine long years.

That can't be easy.

Being on the run like that.

All that picking up,

moving.

New town, new faces.

None of that changes

once you're on the inside.

Not if I have
anything to say about it,

and I will.

Where you going with this?

I want the girl. Olivia.
Tell me where she is.

I don't know.

Well then, I don't know
where you might end up.

I'm thinking maybe,
uh, New Mexico right now.

How about that?

Look, you see this?

This is proof that I ain't got
nothing to do with that

and I don't know where
that little girl is, all right?

Four days we've been dragging
that little girl around with us.

Enough already, man.

It's time to lighten the load.

[grunting]

You're sick, you know that?

- [blows landing]
- [grunting]

Killing kids is where we part ways.

That was the last I
ever saw of them, man.

- I been on my own ever since.
- I'm gonna find that little girl,

and when I do,

you better hope I don't find
evidence you killed her.

Look, I didn't kill her, man.

Wes and that little girl were
alive the last time I saw them.

Hmm.

This is the infrared result

of the postcard Jo recovered
from Hexton's girlfriend.

There's nothing to indicate
whether or not

the girl was still with them,
or where it is they were headed.

This writing style is very unique.

Look at the I's.

Exaggerated slant.

Alternating capital and
lowercase letters between words.

Someone may be able
to recognize it.

I'm not sure I follow.

We use it like
a missing persons billboard.

Instead of a face,

we use this.

"If you recognize
the handwriting,

call the NYPD tips line."
That kind of thing.

See? Out of the box thinking.

Get it out to every media source
you can think of.

I want it on electronic billboards, too.

- All over the state?
- The country.

[News Anchor #1] The New York
City Police Department

is requesting the public's
assistance in identifying

and locating the suspect
in a double homicide inside--

[News Anchor #2]
A Queens bodega in 2002.

Take a look at the handwriting
on this note.

The latest clue is seen here.

[News Anchor #3] Detectives are not
asking you to recognize the face,

but rather the perpetrator's handwriting.

Investigators recently discovered--

[News Anchor #4] A connection between
this note and the murder-robbery

in the New York bodega.

The style of writing
is linked to the two murders.

[News Anchor #5]
If you recognize this handwriting,

you can contact the NYPD
or your local authorities.

Ho! Mac's idea paid off.

- Handwriting got a hit.
- Yep. Samantha Rogers.

Twin City, Georgia.

She called when she spotted our note
on an electronic billboard.

Locals check it out?

Guy matching Wes's description

was staying with her
for a couple years.

Took off about nine months ago.

- What about Olivia?
- She was with him.

Why would Tony do that to me?

Lie to me like that?

We believe his real name is Wes.

He's a fugitive.

Been on the run since 2002.

- For what?
- Murder.

He killed someone?

He's also wanted for kidnapping.

Wait, you mean Madison?

Her real name is Olivia Dalton.
She's not his daughter.

No, that can't be.

You should have seen them together,
the way he treated her.

You're young.

There's gonna be other boys.

Not like him.

You're one of a kind,
you know that?

You're a real princess.

And if this guy can't see that,

you don't want to be with him anyway.

I could have a chat with him.

You know.

Little one-on-one.

Little man-to-man?

I can be pretty convincing.

He's 12.

So, what are you saying?

You saying I'm too old,
I can't take him?

Okay, yeah.
Go beat him up for me.

But leave me the last punch.

Deal.

It was all a lie.
Does she know?

Madison. Does she know
that he's not her father?

We don't know that yet.

Is there anything
that you can think of,

anything that can help us
find them?

She has a heart condition.

An irregular heartbeat.

Diagnosed about
a year and a half ago.

She needs to take
one of these every day.

Lindsay, anything
from the doctor who wrote

the prescription, Robert Miller?

No contact in over a year.

So I called every pharmacy,
cardiologist and pediatrician

within 500 miles
of Twin City, Georgia.

Any hits?

Three Madison Stevens.
None of them the same age as our girl.

A lot of fugitives keep
the same first name,

change only the last.

Tried that. Got me
Madison Hughes, 13 years old.

Location?

Shelby, North Carolina.

Hey, Maddie!

Yeah?

Can you bring me
a quarter-inch socket?

Okay.

You gonna teach me how to drive?

Yeah, when you're 16.

Okay, okay, okay.

Uh, I will give you
your first lesson as soon as

I'm finished with this.
How about that?

Okay.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

[car approaches]

I got an eyeball on our subject.

It's definitely our guy.

Nobody moves until
the girl is clear.

Go inside, Olivia.

Down, down, down.
Keep that down.

Uh, say, Maddie,

what do you say you and I
go get some donuts?

Okay.

[Mac]
Stay put until she's inside.

Copy that.

Go! Now!

Let's go! Come on. Come on.
Where are those damn keys?

Come on!

Let's go, Maddie!

Move, move, move!

Maddie, come on, honey.
Come on, honey.

- On the ground, Wes! Do it!
- Let's go. Come on, honey.

Come on! Let's go!
Get in the car, Maddie.

Go back inside!

Maddie, let's go!
Get in the car, honey.

It's over, Wes.
On the ground now! Do it!

He's going for it!

- He's got a gun!
- No!

Hold your fire!
Don't shoot!

You're gonna be okay.

We'll get you to a doctor
right now.

Don't be sad, okay, princess?

You get to go home now.

Get back! Get back!

Tell 'em to back it up!

Get back!

I'm gonna put my gun away, okay?

Just calm down.

Can you lower...
lower the gun for me?

Can you do that for me?

Put the gun down, Olivia.
You don't want to do this.

Olivia. That-- that's right.

Olivia Dalton.
That's your name.

You're from Queens, New York.

Your mom's name is Natalie.

Remember?

I saw her just before I came here.

She wanted you to know that she

never forgot about you.

She never stopped
looking for you.

She never stopped hoping that
you were out here somewhere...

alive.

She loves you, Olivia.

He loved me, too.

My father loved me.

Yeah.

I know he did.

That's why this is so hard
for you. I know.

I know you have
a lot of questions.

But you just come with me, okay?

We'll sort this all out together.

All right? Okay?

Okay. Shh.

Nine years.

He could have dropped
her off somewhere.

Sent her home.

Thank you.

Both of you, for all
that you've done.

Is... Is that her?

She's beautiful.

Can I go--

Of course you can.

You're her mother.

Hey.

Why didn't you say something

about what happened
to you on that roof?

You put it in the paperwork,
but you didn't tell anyone. Why?

I'm still trying to wrap my head
around a few things, Jo.

I've eluded death
on many occasions,

but this time it was different.

It was staring me
right in the eyes.

So you're struggling with it.

You're wondering why you?

What does all this mean?

A bit, yeah.

But mostly, when it was over,
I just kept asking myself...

"What am I doing?

How much longer can I do this?"

So that's why you went back
to the bodega homicide,

your last unsolved case.

You wanted to see
if you could find some closure.

I've done a lot of good.

Yeah.

Maybe I've done my part.

Oh, did you get
your results back?

Say hello to Sergeant Messer.

- You passed?
- I passed!

NYPD!
Everybody get on the ground now!

Leading to massive
internal hemorrhaging.

Strange thing is
one of the perps must've moved

the victim while he was still alive.

That's strange.

Time of death?

Friday between
7 and 11 p.m.

Oh, you should take it.

He's not going anywhere.

Hey, Camille.

Yeah, baby, where do you want
to have dinner?

Okay.

♪ Sometimes the one we're taking ♪

♪ Changes every one before ♪

♪ It's everything you wanted ♪

♪ It's everything you don't ♪

♪ It's one door swinging open ♪

♪ And one door swinging closed ♪

♪ Some prayers find an answer ♪

♪ Some prayers never know ♪

♪ We're holding on ♪

♪ And letting go ♪

♪ Sometimes we're holding angels ♪

♪ And we never even know ♪

♪ Don't know if we'll make it ♪

♪ Though we know we just can't let it show ♪

♪ It's everything you wanted ♪

♪ It's everything you don't ♪

♪ It's one door swinging open ♪

♪ And one door swinging closed ♪

♪ Some prayers find an answer ♪

♪ Some prayers never know ♪

♪ We're holding on ♪

♪ Letting go ♪

♪ Yeah we're letting go ♪

♪ It's everything you wanted ♪

♪ It's everything you don't ♪

♪ It's one door swinging open ♪

♪ One door swinging closed ♪

♪ Some prayers find an answer ♪

♪ Some prayers never know ♪

♪ We're holding on ♪

♪ And letting go ♪