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Joan.

What's going on?

He's missing.

What do you mean, he's missing?

It's a good thing, Joan.

We just can't tell anyone.

You hear me?

Well, what if he comes back?

He won't! It doesn't matter.

This is our chance!

Hold!

Hold action, please!

I'm sorry, I can't have
Aurora cross downstage

without the stage-left spot.

I'm totally losing her.

Phil...

we open in two days.

I'm watching shadow
puppets up there.

Phil, can you bring
up the house lights?

- Sure thing.
- Thanks.

Let's bring
up the house lights.

Hey, uh, Lil?

Can we sidebar for a sec?

And you just let
me know which one I use.

Great.

Okay.

Okay, Carsten, you
want to head up there...

You're asking for things
you never asked for before.

I know how much
is riding on this,

and it's just not good enough.

It's going to be perfect.

You have sunk millions
into this place.

The whole city is watching.

Oh, and word is,

your playwright's a
freakin' disaster.

You are not a disaster...

you're just a little stressed.

Here's what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna call "dinner."

You and I are gonna
share a bottle of wine,

maybe some greasy pasta,

then we're gonna come back,
we're gonna finish rehearsals.

How's that sound?

Can we make it chicken parm?

Phil?

Let's take dinner.

Great job, everybody!

Let's break for dinner early.

Thank you.

Are we ready to have...

Oh, hold on a sec.

I'm gonna go grab my script.

'Kay. I'll meet you out front.

Sure. I actually have
a sandwich in the fridge,

but I can...

Is someone there?

Ceel?

Phil?

Yo.

It's gas station coffee... it
sucks but it's really strong.

I was about to give it to Kemi.

Your car was not in the garage.

Yeah. Sid borrowed it.

- Why?
- 'Kay. I'm gonna tell you.

Put your coffee down first.

Why?

So you don't throw it at me.

Uh-huh?

Sid had her first O.B.
appointment today.

And she didn't ask me to go?
She didn't ask you to go?

She said she wanted to
handle it by herself.

I didn't press her on it.

Don't... Don't fathers usually
attend those type of functions?

I'm just curious.

I brought the keys back.

Okay. So we're doing this again?
You guys are talking about me.

So if you're gonna
be man-babies,

let's do this.

- Hey! He's the man-baby.
- What are you, a babysitter?

Oh, my god. Can
we just be adults?

We are adults.

We can all be adults, but
you're still my little girl.

Okay? You took a
year off of school,

you're not telling us
who the father is...

things we'd like to know.

I told you I would talk to
you about it when I was ready.

So, I met this guy
from Penn State,

we had a few drinks,
didn't use protection...

Oh!

Okay! All right,
enough! Please.

You don't have to
get anatomical.

Okay, just... continue.

Sorry.

I'm gonna stay here
until I have the baby.

End of story.

And... we respect that.

We want to be as
much a part of it

as you want us to.

- Thank you.
- Right, Jay?

Yeah, right! I'm
sorry, I'm still at

Penn State Peter not
wearing a jimmy-hat.

Okay, so the Mayor called.

- I'm gonna go.
- All right.

Love you.

Love you, too.

- Love you too, Mike.
- Bye.

Why-Why'd the Mayor call?

He got a call
from one of his donors.

A "Lillian Waverly" is missing.

Gone since last night.

Who's that?

Big Broadway playwright.

She's premiering her new show
at the Bainbridge St. Theatre.

Wait, that's the theater
that had that fire,

like, 15 years ago, right?

- Yeah.
- Like 80-something people died.

Yeah. So, they were supposed
to reopen on Friday.

It was a big black-tie
event... the whole deal.

Maybe she doesn't like parties.

Patrol says there
was signs of blood,

so we are looking
at an abduction.

Jay, go, and, uh, take
Helen with you to run trace.

Why aren't you coming?

Interim Lead Officer duties.

Houston's got me doing paperwork
till the next solar eclipse.

I gotta sign off on all
your property damage.

Well, I was just
actually thinking...

I'm gonna run a bus off a
bridge while I'm out, so...

Yeah, wouldn't be surprised.

Oh, my gosh! This
place is beautiful.

Yeah, if you're into gold paint.

If you like Lillian Waverly.

I'm guessing that you do?

Lillian's work is life-changing.

You either get it or you don't.

But if you do... ohh!

You feel it in your soul.

She was the hottest
playwright on Planet Broadway.

Why was?

She had a bunch of a
hits, won a ton of awards,

but a couple of years ago,

she went into
self-destruct mode.

Had a $10-million show
about to start previews,

and she pulled the plug.

She took off for some
retreat in the Catskills

and went totally dark.

It was a real-life
theater tragedy.

Certainly a tragedy

for the people who put up
the 10 million dollars.

Sounds like motive to me.

Missing Persons?

Yeah.

I'm Phil. Stage Manager.

Thank God you're here.

So, what do you think happened
to your playwright, Phil?

She's not just our
playwright! She's my friend.

Okay, who are you?

Celia Fischer!

Patron of the arts!

I can't believe this happened.
You have to find her.

That's what we're doing here.

Where do you think
she was taken from?

Let's start there.

- Follow me.
- 'Kay.

Settle down.

Okay, so what can you tell me

about these investors
that Lillian pissed off?

No one likes to lose money.

They were angry, but
this? No, that can't be.

Anybody else you can think
of she had a problem with?

No. Lillian could be demanding,

but she's respectful
of everyone,

and she's hardest on herself.

You may want to tell him
about the, uh, incidents.

Yeah, yeah. What incidents?

Reopening the theater has
had some community pushback.

What kind of pushback?

Pressure to deny permits,
problems during renovations.

My office was broken into.

It's Philly.

Bunch of whackadoos
accused us of profiting off

the tragedy of the fire.

Well, it's a pretty big deal.

A lot of people lost
their lives. Right?

This place went up
like a powder keg

during a matinee.

I can see how
people'd get upset,

'cause you're putting a fresh
coat of paint on the place,

and then serving
cocktails in the lobby.

That's not what we did.

And most of the city
wants this to work.

Okay. I mean, I heard that,
prior to your purchase,

there was talks of
a memorial park.

What good is a park gonna do?

A statue?

I mean, this... this
is a living memorial.

I want this to be
a place of healing.

Detective. I've got something!

Okay. You guys hang tight.

What's up?

This is weird.

There's traces of blood,

but no directionality
to the droplets.

The blood was put here...
like this was staged.

Inadvertent pun.

Gotcha.

So the kidnapper left a trail?

And the trail
leads... thattaway.

Okay.

Can you grab that,
Helen? Please.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry. Okay.

There we go.

- Can you open it now?
- Oh, right. Of course.

Oh...

Funny way to leave a message.

It's a QR code that
leads to a webpage.

Somebody went to a
lot of trouble...

what is it they want us to see?

- Please don't do this.
- Celia Fischer,

you were told not
to open the theater,

but you didn't listen to me.

Listen to her!

I know you don't
want to hurt me.

Just do what he asks.

I mean this...
close that theater down.

- Issue the Alert.
- Yeah.

If Celia Fischer
thinks the police can save you,

she's wrong.

The historic
Bainbridge St. Theatre

was devastated by
fire in May 2010,

taking the lives of 87
men, women, and children.

Leaving the historic
1910 structure in ruin.

The theater was
recently purchased

by local entrepreneur
Derrick Fischer,

whose wife, Celia,

will be reopening the
theater with a new play

from award-winning
Lillian Waverly.

That's a news report
from three months ago.

You think Lillian's kidnapping

had something to
do with the fire?

Maybe. I followed up
with the investors

that sued Lillian after
she pulled the plug

on her last play.

They got a lien on
her future earnings,

so hurting Lillian
only hurts them.

Any other haters?

A couple of theater
fans who think

that she didn't
deserve her last Tony.

An actress who did
a staged reading,

and then she got mad

when the play went up
and she didn't get cast.

It's all pretty mild.

Yeah, well, abducting a woman
to shut down a theater...

that's kind of the
opposite of mild.

Which brings us
back to the fire.

All right. That's Helen.
She's got something.

See if you can figure out
who built that website.

Yeah.

These came from the note card.

Looks like they're smudged.

Yeah. See the bad definition
in the loops and arches?

May be from moisture,
adhesive on the fingertips...

but no way to I.D. them.

Well, we both saw the video.

This lady's in trouble.

Keep trying for me, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

It's Lillian Waverly.

When I was 16,

my aunt took me to see
The Quantum of Sarah.

It changed my life.

Whatever it takes.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

Sorry to
keep you waiting.

I keep seeing Lillian
all tied up like that,

every time I close my eyes.

I'm sorry.

I'm not usually like
this, I'm just...

Whoa, hey, hey.

It's okay. All
right? You're scared.

I get it.

Um, what can I do to help?

Well, based on the video,

we think that you should
postpone opening night

and close the
theater... just for now.

Yes, of course.

Lillian is special.

We've spent months together,
but she still surprises me...

every single day.

She's brilliant and
she's passionate,

and she doesn't deserve this.

And we are gonna do
everything that we can

to find her. Okay?

Sorry. We got a walk-in off
the Alert... possible witness.

Okay. See what they got,
and shout if you need me.

Gotcha.

Oh, I know exactly who she is.

Sent my systolic
through the roof

when I heard they
were gonna reopen.

So, you worked for the
Bainbridge St. Theatre,

Ms. Grayson?

I was an usher in
the early 2000s.

I loved that place.

Got the autograph of
Mr. James Earl Jones once.

Look at you!

That's truly special.

You were saying
about the theater...?

I was there the
night of the fire.

I wasn't physically hurt,
but I remember the smoke,

and the screams.

You can't ever get a sound
like that out of your head.

I can imagine.

When I heard they
were reopening,

I got nostalgic, so I
went to take a look.

Know who I saw?

Right across the street?

Reed Tillis.

That's the man who
owned the theater

prior to the fire?

The snake himself.

He inherited the theater.

Ran it into the ground.

There's blood on his hands.

And you're sure it was Tillis?

I'm sure. I'd
know him anywhere.

But it's odd.

What is?

After all the wrongful
death lawsuits,

he declared bankruptcy,

and left town.

With that woman missing now,
I thought I'd report it,

because why is he back?

You been drinking
today, Mr. Tillis?

Why do you ask?

You smell like the bar
mat at the TGI Friday's.

This is about that
damn theater, isn't it?

It always is.

If I could still afford
her, I would call my lawyer.

Okay. Here's the thing.

A couple months ago, new
owners had a break-in.

Mrs. Fischer's
office was tossed.

They didn't have a
good security system,

but the diner across the
street had a fancy new system.

Cameras and everything.

That's a good angle
on you, isn't it?

Okay, fine. You
got me on B-and-E.

Go ahead, lock me up.

Get a headline out of it. I
make a great punching bag.

Yeah, I feel terrible for you.

Just tiny little
tears on the inside.

You have any idea how expensive
it is to run a theater?

No.

I was just keeping
the doors open

and then some outdated breaker
box overloads and it...

I lost everything.

I think that the 87 people
that lost their lives

lost a bit more than you did.

You think I don't know that?

Don't know.

All right, Mr. Tillis.
What... What were you after?

Fischer's heart.

What's the problem
with Celia Fischer?

No, not her.

Her husband... Mr. Moneybags.

After the fire,

the theater was
standing evidence

in all the lawsuits,

so I couldn't even tear it down,

and then Fischer made an offer.

Finally, I could recoup
something, right?

He paid me pennies
on the dollar,

all so his chippy wife

could have her own
little slice of Broadway.

And I found out that the
city was gonna pay me more

to turn it into a memorial park,

but my lawyer told me

the only way that I
could get out of the deal

was if I could prove

that Fischer's appraisal
was fraudulent,

so I went looking.

You didn't find anything?

I don't even own that
tinder box anymore,

and it's still ruining my life.

I didn't take that playwright.

Look at me.

I'm a drunk.

But book me for the burglary.

Go ahead. Knock yourself out.

Keep a unit on Tillis, but
I don't make him for this.

The guy's a jackass,
not a threat.

You gotta see something!
Channel 5! Hurry.

Okay!

We've heard the reports

that we will be
postponing opening night.

They are false.

We will not respond
to blackmail.

I am the owner of
Bainbridge St. Theatre,

and I assure you...

the show will go on.

Now, I'm happy to answer
any of your questions.

What the hell
were you thinking?

A woman's life is in danger!

You know that, and
clearly don't care!

Really?

Suddenly you're the saint
in all this, are you?

I was doing the right thing.

Now, that's a change
of pace, isn't it?

Oh, my god.

Open the link.

Please
let me talk to her.

If I can just talk to Celia...

Please. No!

No!

I do not want to do this!

Why are you
not listening to me?

Ah! Help!

Ah!

Help me!

You have
until 6:00 tonight.

Close
the theater...

or she burns.

Celia!
Help, please! Help me!

Tell me her name again?

Uh, his name is Ursula.

Ahh.

As in, "Le Guin."

It's my favorite author.

Ahh.

And where'd you
get the little guy?

Ankara, Turkey.

You brought a dog
back from Turkey?

Yeah.

What was I supposed to do?

Have you seen his face?

He licked my feet,
so, it was game over.

Okay.

Anyway, I'm here

about that playwright,
Lillian Waverly.

Yeah, I heard about that.

A Broadway playwright
gets grabbed?

That is not a good
look for Philly.

No, it is not.

And here's the thing.

The kidnapper is posting
threats to a website,

and Kemi cannot get
the I.P. address.

What's the website?

I got it here.

Look at you... you got
your own computer now

and everything.

Mm, turbo speed
at 3.7 Gigahertz.

Eat my digital dust, bad guys.

Okay, let's see.

All right. Well, whoever
is uploading to this site

is using a Tor browser,

but I have a brand-new
packet-sniffer

that totally slaps, so...

all I have to do is identify

the WiFi that they're
using to update the site...

And then you can find out
where it's coming from?

Exactly.

As they say in Turkey, orada.

The Jefferson Royal...

a luxury boutique
hotel on South 17th.

I know the Jefferson Royal.

It's right down the street from
the theater. This is great.

- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.

- Anytime.
- I'll see... ooh.

Actually, um...

I do have another favor.

That favor tab is exploding.

You remember when I texted
you that Sidney's pregnant?

Yes, vividly.

Remember when I texted
you back, saying

that I was shocked
that the baby-daddy

was not in a full-body cast yet?

Yeah. I don't... I don't
wanna hurt the guy.

I just... I do need
his name, though.

What for?

Gonna buy him an ice cream.

No, I just... I just
want to talk to him.

Can you help me out?

How do you expect
me to find him?

You could hack
Sidney's school email?

And I've just conveniently
written it on...

- Oh!
- ...The backside of this paper.

Wow, premeditated
and everything.

That is wildly invasive.

That's coming from
the woman who, uh,

posted a Brigadier General's
porn search history

because he insulted her.

Okay, he had it coming.

This? I'm not so sure that
I am comfortable with this.

Will you just do it?

Please. I'm not gonna
do anything stupid.

Please.

Famous last words.

Hey!

Good job!

Hey, next time, you
wanna pee on him?

I think that's a great idea.

Wayne said the WiFi used
to update the website

was on a guest network
at the Jefferson Royal.

So, it's a longshot,

but I searched the registry

to see if Reed
Tillis stayed there.

- At the Jefferson?
- Mm-hmm.

That guy blew his hotel
budget on rot-gut rye.

I mean, ain't that the
truth, but, um...

Let me show you this...

I found something
very interesting...

a deluxe suite under the
name "María Irene Fornés"

on a corporate credit card

belonging to none other
than the D.B. Fischer Fund.

That Celia's husband's company?

That is the one.

What is his motive for
kidnapping Lillian?

I don't know,
insurance ploy maybe?

Don't know. Let's bring
him in and find out.

Okay.

Mr. Fischer, help me
understand your position here.

I'm gonna need you
to be more specific.

You refuse to shut
the theater down.

Lillian Waverly was
taken from the theater,

but the scene was investigated,
and cleared by your people.

I'm impeding
nothing. All good?

No, not quite.

We have a hotel room

that was booked with
your company card

that we believe is
tied to the crime.

My wife booked that room. She
uses pseudonyms for privacy.

Half the cast and crew
are staying there.

She said it'd be
more convenient.

Our primary residence
is in Gladwyne.

You may not be familiar.

It's very expensive.

You know, rich guys go to
jail same as poor people.

I've seen it happen.

Then those rich people
aren't rich enough.

Look, Detective...

"Detective Sergeant,"

and you'll say it
with some respect.

My wife's been
cheating on me, okay?

Oh, she hid it pretty well.

Turned location services
off on all her devices,

so I found a necklace that
I could hide a GPS chip in.

Gave it to her for good luck,

and she's been
wearing it ever since.

That's how I confirmed
she was cheating,

that's also why I won't be
shutting down the theater.

She doesn't get to parade
around a saint to the arts

using my money, while
also cheating on me.

Who was she having
an affair with?

Lillian Waverly.

I hope that clears things up.

Well, what it
does, Mr. Fischer,

is it gives you a motive.

Fischer's assistant
gave me his calendar.

Wow, when does this guy sleep?

I mean, never apparently.

He does have an alibi for the
time that Lillian was taken.

Fischer was triple-booked
at a ribbon-cutting

for a new commercial
development,

dinner at Chestnut Hill, and...

you cannot make this up...
a phone call with the Mayor.

Apparently he and the
Fischers are all good buddies.

Yep, so the hubby is out.

Uh, but if he
didn't take Lillian,

there was still someone

at the hotel, posting
on the website.

Can you go through the registry?

Let's see. The show
booked a block of rooms,

but there's still...

50 other people who
are still registered.

It's gonna take me a minute.

Yeah, and there's only three
hours till the deadline.

I don't care what Fischer says,

I want the theater
closed and everybody out.

All right.

Joan.

- What's going on?
- He's missing.

What do you mean, he's missing?

It's a good thing, Joan!

We just can't tell
anyone. You hear me?

Well, what if he comes back?

He won't.

It doesn't matter.
This is our chance...

You know, you've been
working very hard.

I feel inspired.

Lemme deal with the
theater folk, huh?

These people are just
trying to do their jobs,

so, let's try and be respectful?

I'll be very respectful!

Sorry!

But we've gotta shut you down.

Rehearsal's over.

- What the hell is going on?
- Hi, Phil. You remember me?

We gotta get everybody
off the stage, like now.

We were told to keep rehearsing.

Yeah, Phil, I have
not been in a theater

since my daughter's recital
of the Nutcracker...

which was lovely.

This is next level.
This is marvelous.

But these people
could be in danger.

You could be in danger.
We gotta shut you down.

Buddy, I don't wanna
fight with a cop.

I got acid indigestion
that could eat a battery,

a bad back from sitting on
folding chairs my whole life,

- but my hands are tied.
- Why?

Fischer'll have your
ass if you shut down?

It was implied.

Well, how about this?

Hard hats.

Hard hats? What?

Yeah, nobody's
wearing a hard hat.

Your ladder is the wrong height,

so we come in,

we shut you down on
an OSHA violation.

Everybody gets out
safely... no harm, no foul.

Okay, fine.

This better not
bite me in the ass.

Actors, out of costumes.

Crew, stand down.

We need to vacate the
premises immediately.

Thank you.

Yes, thank you.

Philadelphia PD appreciates
your cooperation.

Those damn fresnels
in the window again...

No. No, Phil.

No! Off the stage, now.

Let me just shut
everything down properly.

Take a second. God knows
we don't want another fire.

They're weird... theater
people, aren't they?

Oh!

We're en route now.

Mike said you whistled
in the theater.

That is bad luck.
It is very bad luck.

Don't do that. It wasn't me.

It was this breaker box. Okay?

Someone jacked with these wires.

Wasn't an accident...
it was a sabotage.

- Sabotage?
- Yeah.

That never ends
well in the theater.

In Phantom, Carlotta thinks
she's sabotaging Christine,

but all she's really doing
is setting herself up

as a target for revenge.

You've seen Phantom, right?

Just dust it, please.

- Okay. Dusting.
- Thanks.

Mrs. Fischer,

I have to apologize to you,

because I have to ask
you a few questions

that might feel intrusive.

Whatever I can do to help.

I understand that you were

in a romantic
relationship with Lillian.

I-I'm married.

I wasn't expecting
to fall in love.

- Really, I...
- No, no.

I'm not here to judge.

All I care about is
getting Lillian back.

I saw a production

of her first play

in New York.

It changed me,

and I started my
own little company,

and I dreamed of, one day,

being able to produce
one of her plays.

More of a... a pipe dream.

But then I heard talk
that she'd had a breakdown

and nobody wanted
to touch her work.

So, you gave Bainbridge
St. A second life,

and Lillian deserved
one, too... am I close?

I wanted our premiere to matter,

so I told her

that I had a company
and a playhouse,

and I had total faith in her.

At first, it was just
a working relationship,

but then, Lillian is just so...

alive.

Derrick doesn't
care what I think,

hasn't in years,

but she did.

Made me feel like I was...

like I was awake again.

This is all my fault.

No.

You cannot blame yourself
for falling in love.

If I hadn't brought her here,

if I hadn't set
this all in motion,

she would still be here with me.

She'd still be safe.

And we are going to work
to make her safe again.

Together.

I promise you.

Okay?

Holy moly.

Okay, I did not see this coming.

What? You didn't
see what coming?

This print... it's the
same as the one I lifted

from the card the
kidnapper left.

Mike said that you couldn't
get a print off of that card.

I couldn't I.D. it

because I thought the
print was compromised,

but it's not the print...

it's the finger.

The finger has a disfigurement.

Okay, can you explain that?

Fingerprints are
encoded deep down,

between the dermis
and epidermis,

which means they
can survive anything

short of serious injury or...

third-degree burns.

Uh-huh. So...

someone with a burnt fingertip

was skulking around
this theater...

a theater known for
its historic fire?

You think it was Colonel
Mustard with a candlestick?

Our suspect's not just
somebody angry about the fire.

They were in the fire, too.

Correct.

I'll get this over
to the office.

Thank you.

Okay, so we're looking
for victims burned

in the Bainbridge St.
Theatre fire in 2010.

All the survivors were treated
at the Logan Square Memorial.

I compiled a list of everyone

who suffered burns
on their hands.

So where's that leave us?

According to the list,

ten of the injured

suffered third- and
fourth-degree burns,

which is enough to
alter the fingerprints.

Uh, since then, two
of the ten have died.

All right. Let's
get units rolling.

We'll need to track down
the remaining eight.

Yeah, before you do...

um, there is a familiar name
on this burn-victim list.

- Mare Grayson?
- Mm-hmm.

That the woman who tried
to throw Reed Tillis

under the bus?

Yep, and she also
specifically told me

that she was
unharmed in the fire.

Now, why do you think
she'd lie about that?

I couldn't tell you,

but I very much would
like her to tell me.

I'm bringing her back in.

Hi.

Why are we in this room?

You know, we really
appreciate you coming back in.

I can imagine how hard it is,

reliving all of this.

Losing so many
colleagues in that fire

must've taken its toll.

I told you. Of course it did.

Was it enough of a toll

that you'd want to take
out that anger on someone?

Do you think...?

No.

I had nothing to do with this.

Then why lie about
your injuries,

if you had nothing to hide?

I've lived with the scars

almost longer than I've
lived without them,

but they don't define me.

A woman's missing
and I tried to help,

but I didn't want to
get in any trouble...

not after the protests.

What protests?

I run a group

called "Shouting Fire
in a Crowded Theater."

We organized after Reed Tillis

decided to make a profit
instead of a memorial park.

And how many are in your group?

A few dozen.

Mostly survivors,
relatives of victims.

How did they take the news of
the reopening of the theater?

They were hurt.

Angry.

Some more than others.

Our email chain got
a little... heated.

I want you to know that
I don't stand for that.

What do you mean,
stand for what?

A call for violence.

Vandalism.

This isn't how I do things.

I told them to stand
down, we'd lost, but...

some of the others were...

more volatile on the subject.

Ms. Grayson,

did someone in your
group suggest harming

the people that were
involved in the reopening?

Ms. Grayson?

There are lives are at stake.

I'm sorry.

At the time,

I just thought they
were empty threats.

I need to see all of
those emails right now.

Please follow me.

Mike? Mike!

Come here for a second.

Okay, so I compared
the eight burn victims

from the hospital records

to the email list from
the protest group,

and there's one
name in common...

Robert Krasnow.

Who's he?

He's a computer programmer.
Lives in Ardmore.

He was badly
injured in the fire,

and based on his emails,
he has a violent objection

to the reopening of the theater,

and get this...

for the last two months,

Robert Krasnow has been employed
by the Bainbridge St. Theatre.

Tell me we have that
theater cleared.

I mean, the last
that I had heard,

Celia Fischer...

was on-site, locking up.

I'll send a unit
over to the theater!

Robert?

What are you doing here?

I thought the crew had all left.

I thought I was alone.

Wh... What's going on?

Your hands...

you always wear gloves.

Oh, my God.

You were in the fire?

I didn't know.

You didn't care.

The police are on their way.

You really shouldn't
be here, Mrs. Fischer.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's, uh, what's
the emergency?

And that thing does not
have a-a visitor pass.

Yeah, well, he is
a rule-breaker,

just like his mama.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

What... What's with the
redactions, Watergate?

Oh, I just figured
that your daughter

deserves a little
bit of privacy.

Don't you think?

Don't worry, everything that
you need to know is there.

His name is Victor Thompson.

He is 24 years old.

He is a graduate
student at Penn State...

with stellar
grades, I might add.

He and Sid met

at an inter-collegiate
open-mic night,

- which is adorable.
- Mm.

I'm about to tell you the rest,

but I'm gonna need you

to promise not to
throw anything, first.

That's not a great sign.

Yeah.

So it seems like our Young Vic

is about to do his
doctorate studies

in Sustainable Urban
Development at Oxford.

Okay. Well, when do I
start throwing things?

He leaves for the
U.K. in two days,

so that is the emergency.

Oh! Oh, I see.

So he gets my daughter pregnant

and then he thinks he's
just gonna skip the country?

- Is that right?
- Well, "ish".

"Ish"? Give me his
address, please.

Why? So you can
chemically castrate him?

- No, not chemically.
- Jason...

Okay, lookit. I'm just
gonna go talk to him...

man to man, when
this case is over.

I'm gonna drive up to Penn,
have a conversation with him,

maybe I'll rearrange his...

...Regard for the female sex?

Something like that.

Celia,
baby, look at me.

Hey, hey...

- Hi!
- It's okay.

- Hi.
- It's okay...

Hi! Are you okay?

I was so worried about you.

It's okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.

Hey.

Robert, look, look.

I am...

I had no idea that you
were hurt in the fire.

Okay? And I am so sorry.

Why didn't you come to me?

What would have been the point?

We care about our crew.

We could have talked about it.

We can help you.

Okay? W-We want to listen.

Thank you so much.

All right, so there were
signs of a struggle,

but no Celia.

The theater had been
cleared by then,

so also no witnesses.

Jason sent me this...

it's a list of all the names
of people lost in the fire.

Wait a minute.

There's two victims with
the last name "Krasnow"...

a woman, age 37,

and a ch... child, age 6.

He lost his wife and child.

- And it destroyed him.
- We have a motive.

We have opportunity.

He took those women
to punish them

for reopening the theater.

I mean, I sent a
unit to his house,

but it was totally cleared out.

I put out a B.O.L.O.,
no hits yet.

Wait. When I spoke to Fischer,

he said that he, uh, gave
Celia a piece of GPS jewelry.

He thought she was
having an affair.

- The rich are weird.
- Yeah.

Call Fischer. We need
to see if it's still

- transmitting a signal.
- I'm on it.

I'm grabbing Jay. Call
when you have a location.

I got you.

I lost

everyone who means
anything to me

in that fire.

They were my whole world!

Katie would've graduated
college this year.

This is their stuff.

People told me I should
give it away, but...

...it's all I have left.

My only job was to protect them,
and I couldn't even do that.

Look, Robert,
I'm... I'm so sorry.

I... I truly am.

But closing down the theater
won't bring them back.

Every time

I look at that theater,

I watch them burn
all over again.

Look, I can tell
that you're in pain.

Okay? I can see that!

There... There must be
something that I can do to help.

It's too late!

You had your chance!

No one takes responsibility.

Not you, not Reed
Tillis, not the city!

This won't bring back your
wife or your daughter.

Don't talk about them!

It's okay, baby.

Just close your eyes
and hold on to me. Okay?

No! No! No-o-o!

The GPS beacon in
Celia's necklace

definitely shows that
she's in that area.

The device isn't sophisticated,
so the signal is weak.

This has gotta be wrong, Kemi.

I don't think so.

It's like a sea
of storage units.

I'm getting a lot
of interference.

Maybe the device
is losing power.

I-I don't know.

But you should be
in the ballpark.

You know ballparks
are very big, right?

Just keep looking for
her! She should be there.

I mean, there's no
vehicles. There's no sound.

There's nothing.

Hold on, hold on.

Stop. Stop.

Hey, we'll
call you back!

It's gasoline.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Robert... Philadelphia PD.

Step outside. Get
on the ground.

No.

Hey, hey. Listen to
me. Listen to me.

We know what happened.

This right here is
not the answer. Okay?

Think your wife and
daughter would want this?

Someone has to pay!

No, no. No one has to pay.
This is not gonna help.

Do you know what it's like?

I already feel dead inside!

I know. All right? Trust
me. We lose people.

It hurts to stay put.
It hurts to move on.

But this is not the answer.

I
couldn't save them!

Okay, all right. I got it.

But you can save three
people right now.

Yeah, you can!

Just let the girls go.

Give me the flare,
okay? Come on.

Come on! Come on,
come on, come on, come on.

Get 'em behind the
car. Behind the car.

It's gonna be okay. All right?

Just give me the flare.

Come on.

I just want to be
with them again.

No, no, no!

♪ Slips through my fingers

♪ Everything I've got

I know it's been
a terrible time,

but that was amazing!

Please, tell Ms. Waverly if
she ever goes missing again,

MPU will find her.

Matinee opening is not ideal,

but I think we
pulled it off, right?

Yeah!

How are you holding up?

Poor Robert Krasnow
made me realize

I've been handling
things all wrong.

What do you mean?

I've only been
thinking about myself

and about the theater,

not about the community
that we're here to serve,

so I'm donating a portion
of the profits from Aurora

to the Burn Unit at
Logan Square Memorial.

Oh, that's so wonderful. Wow.

Um, I'm so glad you liked it,

but there's just one
last thing I need to do.

Oh, yeah. Of course.

Thank you
for your support.

I'm leaving you, Derrick.

We both know you won't.

You can't.

I'll destroy you in court.

Hmm. That's
interesting, Derrick,

because I wonder what the
courts would have to say

about you...

tracking me without my consent.

I bet a judge will think

that entitles me to
a little something,

don't you?

If you hadn't been a bastard,
I might not be alive.

So...

thank you.

How does it feel to have
another hit on your hands?

I've written a lot of stories,
but you know what I think?

Tell me.

I think our story tops them all.

Whoo!

You know, you didn't
have to come with me.

Uh, yes, I did, for protection.

Oh, you think I need protection?

Oh, no, honey, you're fine.
Protection for the kid.

Ah, got it.

Victor Thompson?

The kid in the red?

Behave, otherwise I
will sic Ursula on you.

Who's Victor Thompson?

Victor Thompson?

Victor Thompson!

I'm Sidney's dad. The cop.

You guys, beat it.

You, have a seat.

Ah! That's not
very comfortable.

Okay, uh, so, um...

here's the thing.

I was young, once.

Um, maybe a little stupid.

Who knows, maybe I'm
still a little stupid?

Oh, he is. I can confirm that.

Thank you. Anyway...

I'm just curious, uh,

where in that head of yours

did you think that you could
get my daughter pregnant,

abandon her,

and that there would
not be a consequence?

I don't understand that.

Jay, calm down.

- What are you talking about?
- What am I talkin' about?

You're the college kid.
Why don't you tell me?

Okay.

Yeah, I'm leaving.

Okay? But I asked
Sid to come with me.

I love her.

You do, huh?

Yeah.

And I know having a
baby is a big deal.

Okay, and the timing
isn't great...

but I thought we
could make it work.

So, what happened?

She said "no."

She said that she
couldn't leave you,

that you've lost
too many people.

I see.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What are you guys doing here?

I thought we were
going to dinner.

We are. Just, uh, have
a seat for a second.

Okay.

I, uh, I know what you
were trying to do...

and I-I could not be
more proud of you.

This decision has to be
about you, not about me.

Yeah.

I just knew how important

it was for me to
be here right now.

Your dad's gonna be fine, Sid.

I wasn't just talking about him.

We're the only family
that we have left, guys,

and I just worry
about both of you.

That's really sweet.

Look, if this is what
you really want to do...

really, really what
you want to do...

you gotta get out of here.

Not... Not forever, obviously.

No. Just until you find
your own path in life,

and if that includes another
country for a while...

We, uh... we want you
to fly, baby girl. Okay?

Just do me a favor...

don't start drinking
tea regularly.

That would be a bummer.

You guys are really
gonna be okay?

Yeah.

We got each other, right?

Not just at work.

We're gonna join a dart league.

No. We're not.

He's still warming
up to the idea.

Go have an adventure, okay?

Okay.

And what if I want
to come back home?

Then he'll change diapers.

I'm gonna miss
both of you a lot.

Let's go have dinner, please.

But, uh, Dad One is paying.

I'll flip you for it.

- How about that?
- No, no, no, no.

Flip me for it? You
do this thing where

you always just conveniently
forget your wallet.

You think that that's a
convenient forgetting?

That was a rhetorical... no,
I don't think that it's...

Okay, you guys! Both of you!