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[Marge] What they need is a defenseman who can fight.

Give me a Bob Probert, Tie Domi.

[Rachel] Don't know 'em.

[Marge] Old-school brawlers.

[sighs] We're not allowed to have those anymore.

So, go on and enjoy your pretty little skater boys,

with their lettuce and flow.

Me, I'll take a mullet, missing teeth,

and some wicked penalty box times.

The good old days, right?

[clattering]

[scoffs]

Got a face in the cage.

Little miss bright eyes.

You all right back there?

[Justine] Mmm-hmm.

[Rachel] Mmm

[♪ tense music playing]

[objects clattering]

The hell is going on back there?

[Justine groans] I don't feel so good.

Yeah. Not my problem.

[groaning] I'm serious. I'm gonna be sick.

You want to clean up the mess? 'Cause I don't.

Fine.

[sighs] All right, Rachel.

If she's faking it, I swear.

All right.

What's the fuss?

[both grunting]

10-18, 10-18.

I need you out here. Now.

[grunting continues]

-[horn honking] -[indistinct police radio chatter]

-[indistinct chatter] -I'm here for Detective Brock.

All right.

-Helen. -[Helen] Hey.

-Thanks for getting here so quick. -Yeah.

So your niece was taken.

Yeah. Rachel Sherwood. Fugitive took her hostage.

After the work we did together on the Russo case,

you were the first call I made.

Happy to help. Tell me about this prisoner that escaped.

Justine Campos was doing a 26-year bid.

Killed two people in a robbery gone bad.

Two prison guards were transporting her

to a hospital in Sheldon.

-Was she sick? -Injured.

Got in a fight with her cellmate.

Van pulled over, somehow, she got the drop on them.

Badly injured one, and took Rachel.

You have any idea why they pulled over?

A question we're hoping the injured prison guard

could tell us when she's stable,

but we don't have time to waste.

The whole reason she's in this mess is because of me.

How's that?

I got her the job at the prison.

Rachel was a smart kid,

but she just didn't have any direction.

She needed a little help finding her way.

Things were going so well.

You're not responsible.

If we're gonna find your niece,

we need to stay in the present.

Okay, Captain Positive.

[chuckles ruefully] I've worked manhunts for prison escapees before.

Justine is armed and dangerous.

And if she gets in a bind, Rachel's expendable.

Let's get to work.

All right, my guess is that Justine

headed for the border, right?

Yeah, well, she's got a boyfriend who's an ex-con,

and he lives in Montreal.

Surveillance on him?

Yep. Claims he doesn't know anything about it,

but we're keeping an eye on him.

We got a grid search going,

scanning the area for stolen cars,

and the border's been notified.

She's headed back to him.

You know, she's desperate.

Stranger things have been done for love.

Can't disagree with that.

What's she got to lose, right?

Gonna spend the majority of her life in prison.

What's this?

Homemade shim, isn't it?

No rust on it. Hasn't been here long.

-Could be what she used to get out of her cuffs. -Could be.

I don't see a footpath anywhere.

You can't hitchhike with a hostage.

Saw a rest stop about a mile up.

I'm having my guy check their cameras now.

We checked. Nothing.

Maybe the getaway car waited for the van to pass,

knew about the cameras, took precautions.

Let me see if my guy found anything.

All right.

Okay, I'm gonna make a call.

-Hey, have someone pick up that piece. -[line ringing]

[Randy] Okay, Big C.

I'm in it, and I'm ready to win it.

What time did the van pass?

[Colter] 8:30 last night.

[Randy typing] 8:30. Right, right, right.

Copy that.

Okay.

I got a minivan and a Jeep pulling out at the same time.

Who's in the Jeep?

Some random dude.

And the van has a family,

so pretty sure we can cross that off

the whole prison break list.

Maybe the Jeep has a GPS on it.

We can track him from that.

You know I'm already doing that.

Hey, Randy, while you do that,

you heard anything from Bobby?

No, man. You know how he gets.

Don't like to talk about personal stuff.

I know his friend's funeral's this week.

Yeah. I know that's hitting him hard.

They were like brothers, man.

Yeah. I sent him a few texts. I haven't heard anything back.

I figure maybe he's just taking some time.

He'll get back to it.

And if he doesn't, I'll make sure he does.

No way out, but through.

Okay, got a line on your Jeep.

Send it my way, will you?

-You got it. -Thank you.

-Helen. -[phone vibrating]

Got something on a car.

Did my team miss something?

Maybe. Sometimes you need to look at things

with a fresh set of eyes.

It's what my dad used to say when we were kids.

-It used to annoy me. -[chuckles]

But now not so much?

The same with my parents.

You only know what you know.

And then one day, it all clicks

and you realize maybe they did know something.

My dad definitely knew some things.

Maybe too much, actually.

All right, we're burning daylight,

as my dad would say.

Let's go find your niece.

[♪ opening theme music playing]

[raven kraaing]

It says the Jeep's location is somewhere here.

Before I forget...

the sheriff expedited an emergency authorization

to deputize you.

A notarized letter has been filed,

so you are official.

Not exactly how I work.

It is if you want to get paid.

Aurora PD doesn't do cash rewards.

Just take it.

Yeah, okay.

[Colter exhales]

There's something up here.

Yeah.

Found the Jeep.

Yeah, it's empty.

Yeah.

What is that?

[Colter] Underground ventilation.

Could be from an old fallout shelter.

There's a bunch of them left over from the Cold War.

My brother and I actually found one when we were kids.

It's got to be around here somewhere.

This took some real planning.

It looks like someone was just here.

-Flashlight? -Yeah.

[clanking]

Here we go.

[Colter exhales]

Looks like storage for some sort of grow operation.

Looks like we just missed them.

How did they know about this place?

We'll look into it.

Yeah, there was definitely money here.

Justine needed cash before she took off.

The border's locked up, if they're making a run for it.

They're probably keeping Rachel as a shield.

Well, now it's two on one

'cause they got the getaway driver with them.

Got something.

A phone number, local area code.

It can tell us who's working with them.

[humming]

-[phone vibrating] -Oh.

Yo.

[Colter] Randy, I just sent you a phone number.

Can you tell me who it belongs to?

[Randy] All right. Let me see.

And...

It's a burner.

Can you trace it to a location?

[Randy] Looks like the GPS is disabled.

Gotta see if I can check the metadata

'cause I'm good like that.

One, two, three, disco!

Ooh, weird disco.

The numbers pinged back to the state prison.

Either homegirl was phoning home like ET,

or somebody on the inside was helping her out.

Betting on the latter.

I'll see you, and raise you on that.

Hey, listen, Randy.

Can you tell me who owns the property I'm at right now?

[Randy] Yeah, sure.

[Colter] I'll be in touch.

She called the prison.

Justine's working with someone on the inside.

Could be her cellmate, right?

So they staged that fight,

just to get Justine on that transport van.

That's when the guards are most vulnerable.

We questioned her, she's not talking.

She doesn't want to be a snitch.

Why don't you put me in there?

It might help I'm not a cop.

You, in a women's prison?

You might need an armed guard for that.

Hmm.

I got an idea.

But I might need you to pull some strings.

Yeah, whatever it takes.

Okay.

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

[exhales]

Colter.

Hey, you still in Boston?

Keeping tabs?

[sighs]

Remember that favor you owe me?

No.

Billie, come on. we're not doing this.

A friend of mine needs help.

How fast can you get to Aurora, Vermont?

I think we have to assume that they got the cash.

What's their next move?

My guess, they'd need a vehicle.

In case someone spotted the Jeep?

Yeah. Billie's our best bet to get to Justine's cellmate

and figure out what the plan is.

Do you trust her?

If there's information, she'll get it.

The warden will try to look out for her,

but she's got to stick to the playbook.

Don't tell her that.

Is she a friend?

Uh...

Yeah, sure. Yeah, friend.

[door closes]

[man on radio] Dispatch to Detective Brock.

Possible sighting of the fugitive.

Mel's Car Shop, Route 17, four miles south

of the junction at Stonebridge. Over.

That's not far from here.

[sighs] Shop owner called in the tip.

Justine and Rachel were seen here

with an unidentified man.

Description has him in a blue ball cap.

Getaway driver.

Got the owner.

Gotta be Justine's guy.

This guy sees the owner call in the tip,

shoots him, owner shoots him back.

Now Justine and Rachel are out on their own.

Now they have a car.

-[alarm blares] -[indistinct chatter]

[♪ intense music playing]

[grunts]

Eyes forward.

Mind your head.

[inmates shouting]

[sighs in exasperation]

You're telling me he couldn't be bothered to show up?

He doesn't want to blow your cover.

Right.

No one bats an eye at a lawyer visiting her client.

Temporary client.

No offense, but I'm not the biggest fan of lawyers.

No one is until they need one.

Look. The warden has one guard in critical condition,

another one taken hostage and a missing fugitive.

He can't afford a single misstep.

The only reason why he even agreed to do this

is because of Detective Brock's niece.

So let's just... Let's lay some ground rules.

Find out if the cellmate is working with Justine,

and where she might be headed. Got it.

That's the job, not the rules.

This isn't my first time in jail, you know?

I am well aware.

Did you memorize your alias?

Elyse Matador, in for drug trafficking,

ten-year bid, transfer due to overcrowding.

Just... be safe.

Anything gets too hot, you ask for Hollander.

She's the only guard that knows who you really are.

You can reach me through her.

Ask for Hollander. Got it.

Okay.

[sighs]

You know, I can see why Colter likes you.

Likewise.

I'm Hollander. Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Billie's in.

And blue is definitely her color.

Well, I submitted all the documents to the warden,

so it should look like Billie's been locked up

for a really long time.

Good. It has to.

And I have to appear in court for Charlotte.

My flight is in a few hours.

We can communicate with Billie through the guard, Hollander.

She has your number in case I'm in the air.

[Velma] Okay. I'll keep an eye out.

Okay. Hey, also, you know,

Billie might be a better friend than I am.

Doing this solid for Colter?

Friend?

I'm not sure I'd call her that.

Bye.

My crime techs tell me

there were three guns in this fight.

The third casing was from

Marge's government-issued handgun.

Justine must have used it.

Could have given Rachel a chance to run.

Surrounding units are on alert.

You ID'd the getaway driver?

Yeah.

Felipe Barata, a local from a county over. Ex-con.

No connect to Justine as far as we can tell.

There's got to be a connection between him and the prison.

I'll call my guy.

Yeah.

[sniffs]

[exhales] Home, sweet home.

[sighs]

[exhales]

[grunts] Come on.

The hell are you doing?

Looking for a place to put my personals.

Heard the girl before me left in a hurry.

Maybe she left her stuff.

Or maybe...

you're using my side to hide yours.

That it?

Where you transfer in from?

New Hampshire Correctional.

Are you gonna answer my question?

[scoffs]

Let's get something straight...

bunkie.

This my house.

That's my stuff.

Everything here

belongs to me.

Even you.

If that's what I want.

Sounds like we're gonna have some fun.

You learn quick,

or you won't.

Your move.

[♪ intense music playing]

[scoffs]

[sighs]

[Randy] Check this out.

Your getaway driver, Felipe?

He's got a sister in the slammer.

-You got a name? -Maria Barata.

A lifer.

She goes by "Mamma Roach."

All right. We'll get this information to Billie,

see if she can figure out what the plan is.

[inmates chattering]

Hey, Randy, any information on who owns that bunker?

Oh, you know it. It's owned by a shell company, and it's pretty sketch.

I just need a connection with Justine.

It isn't easy to find. She had to know it was there.

[Randy] Right. But I can't find any connection.

There's like fifteen different LLCs to untangle,

all under the same umbrella of this shell:

-The Williams Group, Inc. -You got a physical address?

Well, only address I could dig up was this random building in this office park.

It's south of the property where the bunker is. I'll send it to you now.

Good work, Randy. Thanks.

I got an address on the company that owns the bunker.

It's south of the bunker, so, if they were headed there,

they're not going for the border.

Their initial movements were north, but they've stayed in that area.

Maybe Justine was hiding out until things cooled down?

-[Colter] Maybe. -Anything from your cohort inside?

Nothing yet, no.

[sighs]

Well, we got to figure it out fast.

They're issuing a shoot-on-sight.

I asked the police for time, but their back's against the wall.

I just keep thinking about Rachel.

We'll find her.

Let's check out this address, okay?

Sounds pretty remote. Could be a good place to hide out.

[inmates chattering]

[alarm blares]

Deal me in, bunkie.

No seats open.

What about this one?

[Miggy] You make it a habit of poking your head where it shouldn't belong?

Oh, come on. I'm just trying to make peace...

here.

We all got to live together, right?

And I'm loyal.

You want to be my friend.

Hmm.

Friends cost extra around here.

I'm willing to pay.

Okay, bunkie.

You want a seat at the table,

take it.

Let's see what you got.

[grunting]

[inmates clamoring]

[inmate groaning]

I told you, you want to be my friend.

That's enough.

[inmate panting]

What'd you say your name was?

Matador.

Like a bullfighter.

Not the first time I've heard that.

Okay, Matador.

You want in...

you gotta get past Mamma.

[officer] Sorry, Detective, that's all we've got. We'll keep looking.

Copy that.

No sightings of Rachel or Justine within five miles of this place.

-What do you want to do? -We should see for ourselves.

[cell phone rings]

-Hello? -[Rachel] Aunt Helen?

Rachel. Oh, my God. Hold on.

-Are you injured? -No.

No, I'm okay.

[Helen] Where are you? Where's Justine?

I don't know.

I jumped out of the car.

All right. Give me a landmark.

Uh, I saw a sign not far from here.

-Something Pines, I think. -Twin Pines?

[Rachel] Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Whose phone are you using?

I grabbed Justine's burner.

And then I jumped out of the car.

She's heading northeast.

Is there anything you can tell me about the vehicle she's driving?

I don't know... It's all hazy.

Don't move.

All right? I'm coming to get you.

-Thank you. -Stay strong, Rachel.

I'll be there soon.

-[beeps] -[Helen] Can your guy trace that number?

-I'm on it. -I think I know the motel she's talking about,

Twin Pines.

This is Brock.

I have a location on the hostage. Twin Pines Motel

-off the freeway near Mountaingate. -[phone pings]

Requesting additional backup unit and EMT.

-[radio static] -Hold on a second.

No, we can't afford to waste time.

I just think it's strange she didn't remember anything about the car.

Well, she must have been shaken up.

Well, she remembered they were going northeast. That's pretty specific.

What are you getting at?

Who was driving the van when Justine disappeared?

Was it Rachel, or was it the other guard?

Rachel

What?

Do you really think this is going to work?

Yeah. Yeah, my aunt will send everyone in the wrong direction

and we'll be safe to move from here.

I don't know. [sighs]

Maybe we should cut our losses.

You're not getting off the hook that easy.

You messed up, and now you're gonna make it right.

I swear. I thought all of the money was in the bunker.

Someone must have moved it somewhere else.

-I don't know where it is. -Now you're going to find out.

I told you, I'm keeping my family out of this.

Not anymore.

You promised.

We both made promises we couldn't keep.

That's life.

-Now let's go. -What are you gonna do, Rachel? You gonna kill me?

I'm not gonna kill you.

I'll kill your family.

Was there anything from Rachel's past that might indicate she was part of this?

What, a prison break, shooting a colleague,

an innocent person? Absolutely not.

Maybe she didn't pull the trigger.

Could have been Justine, could have been the guy they were with.

No. I mean,

she was a mess when she was a teenager.

Had a chip on her shoulder.

Thought she was unlucky in life. I don't blame her.

Her mom is a real piece of work.

That's your sister?

Yeah. She was in and out of jail.

She made things real hard for all of us.

That's why I became a cop.

A childhood like that can push you in either direction.

You and I went one way.

Maybe she went the other.

I don't want to believe it.

If you need to take a step back...

no judgment.

No.

No one else can get hurt.

[phone vibrating]

I just got a location on the burner phone Rachel called from.

She's nowhere near Twin Pines. Not even close, Helen.

She's throwing us off.

You must be Matador.

You must be Mamma.

If you hurt one of my girls, you answer to me.

[both speaking Spanish]

[speaking English] Then let me earn it.

Okay.

Let's start here.

I checked you out.

I got a cousin with an ex-wife in New Hampshire.

Says she never heard about no Matador there.

Big place. I wasn't there long.

When you get transferred the day after someone breaks out...

Coincidence, huh?

Overcrowding. Luck of the draw.

Luck.

That's not a word thrown around here that often.

Where I come from...

you have to make your own.

Who are you working for?

-What do you mean? -She means we think you're a rat.

If I was a rat, don't you think

you would have been busted for that contraband I found?

Not if you're looking for something better than that.

Like what?

You tell me.

I think you have guards in your pocket.

They turned a blind eye when I got jumped,

and you'd need a friendly guard to break out of here.

If someone planned an escape...

my money's on you.

The question is...

why?

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking English] People are going to want a piece of that pie.

Making your own luck, huh?

That's right.

And yours...

is about to run out.

[both grunting]

[gasps, coughs]

Guard! Hollander!

[continues coughing, heaving]

You're coming with me.

Are you sure this is where Rachel was calling from?

This is the spot, yeah.

Found the phone.

-She must have ditched it after she called you. -They could be anywhere now.

[phone vibrating]

Reenie, you got me and Brock.

So, I just got off the phone with Billie.

She got jumped.

-She okay? -She's fine. She's out.

Did she find out what Mamma Roach has to do with this plan?

[scoffs] Yeah. Apparently Justine ran her mouth, mentioned that her stepmom

was sitting on a pile of cash. So that's what they're after.

So Rachel's in on it.

Looks like it. Rachel breaks them out. Justine leads them to the money.

And then they use Mamma Roach's brother to get 'em there.

-Everyone gets a cut. -Mmm-hmm.

Any chance the stepmom works for a company called Williams Group Inc.?

Actually, she does financials for a medical marijuana company, which is a subsidiary

of the Williams Group. How did you know that?

The same company that owns the bunker we found.

If they already got the money, what are they still doing?

Companies like that stash cash all over the place in case of a federal raid.

-Weed's legal. -In some states,

but federally, it is still illegal.

That's the risk these companies take.

They can't funnel their money through traditional banks.

Maybe the money was moved from the bunker.

And they're out there looking for it.

-Justine's stepmom would know exactly where that was. -Right.

We need to find her.

[phone vibrating]

[phone continues vibrating]

Tell me this is done.

Justine's so-called bunker stash was gone.

The big score is at her stepmom's office.

We're there now waiting for people to leave, but...

we need help getting out of here when we're done.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[Mamma Roach speaking]

[speaking English] He didn't make it, but it's his own fault.

Are you gonna hold up your end of this deal or not?

We need backup.

I did my part.

If you don't help, you're not gonna get your money.

-Is that a threat? -I can make life hard for you.

You think that I am afraid of a low-level prison guard?

You'll get me my money.

[speaking Spanish]

What did she say?

You'd better come through.

All right. Thank you. Randy.

Justine's stepmom, Cassandra Bridges.

No longer married to Justine's dad.

Different last name. Explains why we couldn't find the connection.

According to her cell phone, she's still at work.

And an address here... It's the same address I got for the Williams Group.

Let's go.

You gonna call for backup?

[sighs]

Not yet.

They'll shoot Rachel on sight.

I'm gonna try to bring her in myself.

Let's go bring her in.

Colter,

when we find her, let me talk to her first.

I'll follow your lead.

Justine.

The police told me you...

Why are you here?

I'm sorry. I just need the money.

[Cassandra] You're not sorry. You never are.

[Justine] Stop.

I don't want to see you get hurt.

There's no money here.

I'm betting there is.

Hey.

It's up to you, Cassandra.

Good choice.

[beeps]

[Cassandra] So, now what?

You think you're gonna run off to some tropical island?

You know, it won't work out that way.

All I know is I'm not gonna rot in a cinderblock cell.

Hurry up! We gotta get out of here.

-Rachel? -Aunt Helen.

I thought you were better than this.

Drop the gun.

I can't.

Drop your weapon.

There's nowhere to go.

Just listen to him.

Don't do it, Rachel.

Please.

-All right. Come here. -[grunts]

Drop the gun.

Okay,

I'm sorry.

-You have the right to remain silent. -[cuffs clicking]

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.

[officer] Watch your head.

I think this belongs to you.

You'll get your payment in the mail. May take a while.

That's the government for you.

How are you holding up?

I'm not.

I don't know how I could miss all those signs with Rachel.

We all have blind spots when it comes to family.

You want to see the good in people despite their past.

Last time I ever do that.

Don't lose faith in people.

It's a strength,

not a weakness.

[♪ slow folk music playing, Allison Russell "Nightflyer"]

[sighs]

♪ Yeah, I'm a midnight rider ♪

♪ Stone bonafide night flyer... ♪

I'm mad at you.

♪ I'm an angel Of the morning too... ♪

I brought your favorite.

I'm still mad at you.

You can come in.

♪ I'm the melody And the space between ♪

♪ Every note The swallow sings ♪

♪ I'm 14 vultures circling... ♪

Uh... it turned out to be more than a favor.

I'm aware.

Think you pretty much owe me for life now.

[cork pops, wine pouring]

I'm aware.

Why are you really here?

I came to make sure you're okay.

I am now.

It got a little...

real in there.

But, you know...

I'm here.

I shouldn't have put you in that position.

But you did.

♪ I'm the sick light Of a hurricane's eye ♪

♪ I'm a violent lullaby ♪

♪ I'm six fireflies One streetlight... ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ Mmm-hmm ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ You ♪

[♪ closing theme music playing]