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Previously on Tracker... Yo, Colter.

COLTER: Randy, right? Yep, Cousin Randy.

Yeah, I remember you. RANDY: Yeah, Bobby's dealing with

some family stuff, but he wanted to make sure

he didn't leave you hanging.

Think that could be Lana Russo?

Mr. Shaw, I am not opposed to you investigating this.

This is one of those cases that has haunted me.

You have any cases you can't quit?

COLTER: The death of my father, it was ruled an accident.

I'm not so sure about that.

Just like me and Lana.

COLTER: Lana Russo, I'm here to take you home.

(crying) Dad!

So what's this all about? A job.

I need some help, and you're the best I know.

Drop the gun.

I'll kill her. Bad move.

Don't do it.

You okay? You could've killed me.

COLTER: How about just a nice thank you? Thank you.

I owe you one.

(engine rumbling)

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.

Good old days, right?

(chains clinking)

Huh.

Got a face in the cage.

Little miss bright eyes.

You all right back there?

JUSTINE: Mm-hmm.

♪

(heavy thud)

The hell is going on back there?

JUSTINE (groans): I don't feel so good.

Yeah, not my problem.

(groans): I'm serious. I'm gonna be sick.

You want to clean up the mess?

'Cause I don't.

Fine.

Aw, hell, Rachel.

If she's faking it, I swear...

All right.

What's the fuss?

(grunting)

(punches landing)

10-18, 10-18!

I need you out here now!

(grunting continues)

(indistinct radio chatter)

♪ ♪

I'm here for Detective Brock.

All right.

Helen. Hey.

Thanks for getting here so quick. Yeah.

So your niece was taken? Yeah.

Rachel Sherwood, fugitive took hostage.

After the work we did together on the Russo case, you were

the first call I made. I'm happy to help.

Tell me about this, uh, 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 Chilton. Was she sick?

Injured. Got in a fight with her cellmate.

Van pulled over

and somehow she got the drop on them.

Badly injured one and took Rachel.

You have any idea why they pulled over?

That's a question we're hoping that the injured prison guard

can tell us when she's stable, but

we don't have time to waste.

Colter, 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 always a smart kid but, you know, she just didn't

have any direction, she needed a little help finding her way.

Things were going so well.

You're not responsible.

All right, and if we're gonna find your niece,

we need to stay in the present.

Oh, okay, Captain Positive.

(chuckles) 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

is headed for the border, right?

Yeah, well, she has a boyfriend

who's an ex-con and he lives in Montreal.

Is there surveillance on him? Yep.

I mean, claims he doesn't know anything about it,

But we're keeping an eye on him.

I got a grid search going,

scanning the area for stolen cars.

And the border's been notified.

She's heading back to him.

You know, she's desperate.

Stranger things have been done for love.

Can't disagree with that.

And what's she got to lose, right?

She's gonna spend the majority of her life in prison.

What's this?

It's a 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.

I saw a, uh, rest stop about a mile up.

I'm having my guy check their cameras now.

Yeah, we checked. Nothing.

Maybe the getaway car waited for the van to pass,

knew about the cameras, took precaution.

Let me see if my guy found anything.

All right.

Okay, I'm gonna make a call.

Hey, get someone over here to pick up that piece.

RANDY: Okay, Big C,

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

What time did you say the van passed?

Uh, 8:30 last night.

Okay, there it is.

Right, right, right.

Copy that.

Okay.

I got a minivan and a Jeep pulling out 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 an GPS on it.

We can track him from that.

You know I'm already doing that.

Hey, Randy, while you do that, uh,

you heard anything from Bobby?

Nah, man, you know how he gets.

Doesn'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. COLTER: Yeah.

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

I figure maybe he's just, I don't know, taking some time.

Yeah, 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 buzzing)

Got something on a car.

My team miss something? Maybe.

You know, sometimes you just need to look

at things with a fresh set of eyes.

Something my father used to say when we were kids.

Used to annoy me.

(chuckles) But now not so much?

Yeah, same with my parents.

You only know what you know, and then one day

it all just clicks and you realize

maybe they did know something.

Well, 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. (engine starting)

♪ ♪

(bird cawing)

Pin says the Jeep's location is somewhere here.

Oh, before I forget.

The sheriff expedited an emergency authorization

to deputize you.

The notarized letter's 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. Ah, okay.

♪ ♪

There's something up here.

Yeah.

Found the Jeep.

Yeah, it's empty.

Yeah.

(low whooshing)

What is that?

Underground ventilation.

Could be from an old fallout shelter.

There's a bunch of 'em leftover 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.

Looks like someone was just here.

Flashlight? Yeah.

(hinges creaking)

Here we go.

♪ ♪

(clicks off flashlight)

Looks like storage for some sort of grow operation.

BROCK: Looks like we just missed them.

How'd they know about this place?

We'll look into it.

Yeah, there was definitely money here.

Justine needed cash before she took off.

Well, 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.

(vocalizing)

(phone ringing) Oh, oh.

Yo!

COLTER: Randy, I just sent you a phone number.

Can you tell me who it belongs to?

All right, let me see.

And...

it's a burner.

Can you trace it to a location?

Looks like GPS was disabled, got to see

if I can track the metadata, 'cause I'm good like that.

One, two, three...

disco.

Ooh.

Weird disco.

Uh, the numbers ping back

to the state prison.

Either homegirl was phonin' home like E.T.

or somebody on the inside's helping her out.

I'm betting on the latter.

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

Hey, listen, Randy, can you tell me

who owns the property I'm at right now?

Yeah, sure. 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.

Yeah, we questioned her already. She's not talking.

Well, she doesn't want to be a snitch.

Why don't you put me in there?

Might help I'm not a cop. You?

In a women's prison?

You might need an armed guard for that.

Mm.

I got an idea.

But I might need you to pull some strings.

Mm, whatever it takes. Okay.

(phone keys clicking)

(line ringing)

(phone ringing)

Colter.

Hey, you still in Boston?

Keeping tabs?

(exhales)

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've got cash.

What's their next move?

My guess, they need a vehicle.

In case someone spotted the Jeep?

Yeah. Billie's our best bet

to get to Justine's cellmate, figure out what the plan was.

You trust her?

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

Warden will look out for her as much

as he can, but she's got to stick to the playbook.

Don't tell her that.

Is she a friend?

Uh...

Yeah, sure, yeah.

Friend.

MAN (over radio): Dispatch to Detective Brock.

Possible sighting of the fugitive.

Mel's Car Shop. Route 17.

Four miles south of the junction at Stonesbridge. Over.

That's not far from here.

The 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.

♪ ♪

Got to be Justine's guy.

This guy sees the owner call in the tip,

shoots him, owner shoots back.

Now Justine and Rachel are on their own.

And they have got a car.

(buzzer sounds)

(indistinct chattering)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(inmates whooping, clamoring)

Let's go.

WOMAN: You're gonna be my girlfriend!

WOMAN 2: Hey, what's your name?

GUARD: All right, settle down!

(clamoring continues) GUARD: Hey, hands off the gate!

WOMAN: Yeah, you mine, baby!

(chuckles softly)

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'm well aware.

Did you memorize your alias?

Alicia 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.

All right.

You know, I can see why Colter likes you.

Likewise.

(knocks)

I'm Hollander.

Let's go.

♪

REENIE: 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 Sharf.

My flight's in a few hours, but we can communicate with Billie

through the guard, Hollander.

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

Okay, well, 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've given Rachel a chance to run.

Surrounding units are on alert.

You ID 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'm calling my guy. All right.

♪ ♪

(sniffles)

(exhales) Home sweet home.

(exhales)

(clattering)

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 are you transferring in from?

New Hampshire Correctional.

You gonna answer my question?

Hmm.

Let's something straight...

bunkie.

This is 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'll learn quick...

or you won't.

Your move.

(scoffs)

(sighs)

RANDY: Check this out, your getaway driver, Felipe?

He's got a sister in the slammer.

Got a name?

Maria Barata.

A lifer.

She goes by Mamma Roach.

All right, let me get this information to Billie.

See if she can figure out what the plan is.

(indistinct chattering)

(chattering continues)

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's not an easy place to find.

She had to have known it was there.

Right, but I can't find any connection.

There's, like, 15 LLCs to untangle.

All under the same umbrella of this shell,

The Williams Group, Inc.

You got a physical address?

Well, the only address I could dig up

was this random building in this office park.

It's south of the property where the bunker is.

Here, I'll send it to you now.

Good work, Randy.

Thanks.

All right, 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.

Well, their initial movements were north,

but they've stayed in that general area.

Maybe Justine was hiding out

until things cool down? Maybe.

Anything from your cohort inside?

Nothing yet, no.

We got to figure it out fast.

They're issuing a shoot-on-sight.

I've asked the state police for extra time,

but their back's against the wall,

and 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.

(buzzer sounds)

Deal me in, bunkie.

No seats open.

What about this one?

You make it a habit of poking your head

where it shouldn't belong?

Oh, come on, I'm 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)

(clamoring)

(whimpering)

I told you.

You want to be my friend.

That's enough.

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 got to 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.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

RACHEL: Aunt Helen?

Rachel? My God, hold on.

Are you injured?

No, no, I'm okay.

Where are you? Where's Justine?

I don't, I don't know.

I jumped out of the car.

All right, give a landmark.

Uh, I-I saw

a sign not far from here.

Something Pines, I think?

Twin Pines? Yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

Whose phone are you using?

I grabbed Justine's burner and-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, like... 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.

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.

Requesting additional backup unit and EMT.

Hold on a second.

No, we can't afford to waste time.

I just think it's strange

that Rachel didn't remember anything about the car.

Well, she must've been shaken up.

Well, she remembered they were going northeast.

That's pretty specific.

What are you getting at? Who was driving

the transportation van when Justine disappeared?

Was it Rachel or was it the other guard?

Rachel.

What?

You really think this is gonna 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. 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've moved it somewhere else.

I don't know where it is.

Yeah, well, now you're gonna find out.

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

Not anymore.

You promised.

We made promises we couldn't keep.

That's life.

Now let's go.

What are you gonna do, Rachel? You're gonna kill me?

I'm not gonna kill you. I'll kill your family.

♪ ♪

(engine starting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Is there's anything from Rachel's past

that might indicate she was part of this?

A prison break?

Shooting a colleague? An innocent person?

Absolutely not.

Maybe she didn't pull the trigger.

Could've been Justine, could've 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, and I don't blame her.

Her mom is a real piece of work.

That your sister? Yeah.

She was in and out of jail.

She made things real hard for all of us.

It's why I became a cop. A childhood like that,

it 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.

Nope.

No one else can get hurt.

(phone buzzes)

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

It's nowhere near Twin Pines.

Not even close, Helen.

She was throwing us off.

♪ ♪

(woman speaks indistinctly over P.A.)

You must be Matador.

You must be Mamma.

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

Then let me earn it.

Okay.

Let's start here.

I checked you out.

Got a cousin with an ex-wife at New Hampshire.

Says she never heard about no Matador there.

Big place.

Wasn't there long.

And 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've been busted

for that contraband I found?

Not if you were 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.

Question is,

why?

...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.

(grunting)

Guard! Hollander! (coughing)

(coughing)

You're coming with me.

(coughing)

You sure this is where Rachel was calling from?

This is the spot, yeah.

Found the phone.

She must've ditched it right after she called you.

They could be anywhere by now. Yeah.

(phone buzzes)

Reenie, you've got me and Brock.

Okay, so I just got

off the phone with Billie, she got jumped.

She okay?

She's fine.

She's out.

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 is in on it.

Yeah, looks like it.

While Rachel breaks them out Justine leads them to the money,

and then the use Mamma Roach's brother to get them there.

Everyone's gets a cut.

Mm-hmm.

Any chance 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.

Okay, so if they already got the money,

then 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.

So 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 buzzing)

Tell me this is done.

Justine's so-called bunker stash was gone.

The big score's 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.

He didn't make it, but it's his own fault.

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 get my money...

(line beeps)

What did she say?

You better come through.

COLTER: All right.

Thank you, Randy.

Justine's stepmom, Cassandra Bridges,

is 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.

I got 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 need to 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.

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.

(beeping)

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 cinder block cell.

Hurry up. We got to get out of here.

BROCK: 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. (grunting)

Drop the gun.

Okay.

I'm sorry. (handcuffs clicking)

You have the right to remain silent.

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.

(sirens wailing)

(engine starting)

(sirens wailing, horn honking)

This belongs to you.

You'll get your payment in the mail.

May take a while.

That's the government for you.

(indistinct police radio transmission)

How you holding up?

I'm not.

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

Well, 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.

That's a strength, not a weakness.

("Nightflyer" by Allison Russell playing)

♪

♪ Yeah, I'm a midnight rider ♪

♪ Stone bona fide night flyer... ♪

I'm mad at you.

♪ I'm an angel of the morning, too... ♪

Brought your favorite.

I'm still mad at you.

♪ You... ♪

You can come in.

♪ I'm the melody and the space between ♪

♪ Every note the swallow sings ♪

♪ I'm 14 vultures circling... ♪

Uh...

turned out to be more than a favor.

I'm aware.

I think you pretty much owe me for life now.

♪ Maybe you were sleeping... ♪

I'm aware.

♪ But Mary she's not weeping no more, no... ♪

Why are you really here?

Came to make sure you're okay.

I am now.

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.

♪ I'm a suffocating summer night, mm-hmm ♪

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ You. ♪

(song ends)

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