All language subtitles for Alert Missing Persons Unit s03e08 Carmen.eng

[?]

[Pete] Hey, Carmen, let me
give you a hand with that.

[Carmen] Thanks, Pete.

[Hector] See you, Carmen!

[Carmen] Hector, tell Jimmy I
said good luck on the S.A.T.s!

Hey, Stevens.

How we doing tonight, Carmen?

Or should I say "this morning"?

You should.

Let's see.

Uh, I got a past-due notice,

my mother's pharmacy
denied her refills again...

and I am pretty sure

the Philly Parking
Authority is out to get me.

- I hate those bastards.
- Right?

Paperwork's good. Checked
and double-checked.

Well, Boss has us
spot-checking today, so.

Oh, come on! I'm just
a regular Girl Scout.

Plus, I gotta pee
like a racehorse.

All right.

[clack]

Hey... best to your mother.

You are such a gentleman.

[trolley rumbling]

Make sure the wife gets
one of those purses

before you move 'em.

Think that'll get me
out of the doghouse?

Just pick a color
that matches her eyes.

You do know what color
they are, don't you?

Yeah.

All right, we're
good. Thanks, Joel.

All right, call you
for the next one.

[gate thumps shut]

You scratch my hood, we're
gonna have a problem.

Oh, we can't have that. I
got enough problems, Carmen.

I know you?

No, but I know you.

I hear you're a problem-solver

for folks who need to get
something from "A" to "B".

Listen, pal.

Assuming what you heard
about me were true,

this is no way to
go about an intro.

This can't wait.

Referrals only, buddy.

Find yourself another
customs broker.

I don't do business this way.

You do today.

[?]

[?]

[car horn honks]

Well, congratulations.

You made us late.

Well, the sandwich
was worth it, no?

Hell, yeah! I got
egg on my tie.

Well, I got a fix for
that... don't wear a tie.

Yeah, that would be the
wrong thing to do today.

No, it'd be the right
thing to do today,

and every day.

You didn't read
the email, did you?

No.

I-I don't... I don't, uh,
like emails that are annoying.

- [chuckles]
- [elevator dings]

Well, this is gonna be fun.

What's gonna be fun?

Thanks to your hard work,

MPU leads the department
in closure rates,

and, rest assured,

I intend to keep that going.

I'm looking forward to
getting to know you guys

and continuing to
keep Philly safe,

but I'm not above bribery.

There are fresh
bagels on the counter.

Help yourselves, and
let's have a great day.

- Yeah.
- Yep.

[applause]

W-Why would they give
Bennett the big chair?

And that's why you
check your e-mails.

Uh, but if he
checked his e-mails,

I would've missed
this look on his face,

which is wildly entertaining...

- look at you.
- [elevator dings]

What... What floor is the,
um, shooting range on again?

I'm gonna go put
holes in stuff now.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi.

Um, is this MPU?

It is,

and-and that woman is
in charge, apparently.

Um, hi, I'm Detective Adebayo.

How can I help you today?

Carmen was gonna
give me a ride home

at the end of my shift,

but then she just disappeared.

And what time was that?

Have you talked
to your coworkers?

No one's seen her.

She didn't go back to
her office, either.

Maybe something came
up? She had to leave?

Her car's still there.

I know Carmen, and this just...

this doesn't make any sense.

- Mm.
- Uh, listen.

Things happen, you know?

Cars break down,
you grab a drink,

take a cab. Why don't
we take the report,

we'll give it 24 hours,
and we'll reevaluate?

Uh, just so we have a
very complete report...

you said

that Carmen's disappearance
didn't make any sense to you,

Natalie, why is that?

Carmen runs her own business.

She's a customs broker.

Times are tough, and
she's got a sick mother.

Great. Thanks for
the context...

[pointedly] Every dime...

goes to her mom's care,
and then the rent.

Carmen doesn't date, and
she doesn't take a day off.

She'd never take off like this.

I know it.

So it's easy enough for
me to run a quick profile

and send the guys out to
the customs warehouse.

[quickly] I mean,
it's either that,

or I have another one of
those fantastic bagels,

but, to be honest with
you, I am carbed out.

There's a reason for
our closure rates.

[takes a deep breath]

Okay.

Uh, we will get a
team on it right away.

Great. Um, thank you.

Of course.

[Mike] Where can we
find Agent Stevens?

- Down here?
- Huh? There.

Thanks.

Well, this is pretty exciting.

The Wicked Witch's first case.

You know, I thought
you and Bennett made up

after the Ring Bearer case.

We made up... we made up

because I thought I was never
gonna have to see her again.

Okay? But this is
an obvious move.

I know exactly what she's doing.

What is?

Okay, she's my rookie, and
she throws me under the bus.

Now she's in charge...
she's driving the bus. See?

Let me ask you...

how's the weather on
Planet Jason right now?

It's dark and cloudy, like you.

"Dark and cloudy" like me.

Is that a Black joke?

Absolutely.

Mm. Racisms. I love
the racisms, bro.

Agent Stevens? Philly MPU.

We gotta ask you some questions.

If you make it quick.

I'm at the tail-end
of a graveyard shift.

We understand you
were the last person

to see Carmen Ash?

Why are you asking?

'Cause she's
missing, that's why.

Wait. A-Are you serious?

Yeah. Uh, let me
ask you a question.

What does a customs
broker actually do?

They clear shipments
of incoming goods.

They prepare documents
for exports...

basically, shortcut
you through customs.

And th-that's what Carmen does?

Yeah.

God, I hope she's okay.

Yeah. Anything you can
tell us might help.

Like, for real, if you
could tell us something...

I get being loyal, but
if you don't help us,

we can't help her.

Okay.

Word is, once in a while,

she lets a shipment
slip through...

like knock-off handbags
or fake E.D. pills.

If it happened, which
I'm not saying it did...

it's victimless stuff.

Well, not quite.

She's missing, remember?

[deflating] Yeah.

Yeah. Your shift's over.
Can you show us her car?

[sighs]

[?]

- [raps on door]
- Hey.

I like what you have
done with the place.

Is that your husband?

Ex.

I keep him around to remind
me not to make stupid choices.

Okay, that's interesting.

Uh, Mike told me

that Carmen has been slipping
goodies through customs,

which gives us potential motive.

Yeah, and I, uh, checked
her online profile.

Her social-media footprint
is remarkably unremarkable...

generic selfies,
things of that nature.

But you would think

that a woman who was
devoted to her sick mother

would post about it...

you know, join online
support groups.

None of that.

So I did a little
bit more digging,

and I found...

[beep] ...this.

She photoshopped herself in?

Mm-hmm.

That's a red flag
for a bot profile.

- Why would she need that?
- I don't know,

but patrol did a door
knock at her address

and there was no answer.

The guys confirmed her
car's in the lot...

northwest corner.

- Pull up CCTV.
- Okay.

A customs lot would
have plenty of coverage.

Natalie said

that she went missing
at 6:45 this morning.

[keys clicking]

Okay.

We got a problem here.

Got a malfunction?

No.

Daylight in the corners.

Somebody paint-balled
the camera lens.

So we have a bent customs broker

with a fake profile

and a non-existent sick mother.

I mean, this woman is
clearly in trouble.

Put out an alert.

Okay.

[missing alerts begin to blare]

[blaring]

[overlapping alerts blaring]

[alert blaring]

Are you kidding me?

[office din and
bustle, indistinct]

Uh... who the hell's
in charge here?

Who the hell's asking?

FBI.

Supervisory Special
Agent Vince Kelly.

Lieutenant Gabrielle Bennett.

How can we help the Feds today?

If you need a
parking ticket fixed,

that would be third floor.

Ah. You put out an
alert for Carmen Ash?

I did.

Please tell me
your customs broker

isn't the subject of a
federal investigation?

No, she is not.

She's an undercover
federal agent...

and you just broadcast her face

to one-and-a-half
million phones.

[?]

[distant siren wails]

[Gabrielle] Look, Agent Kelly,

I want to help you
find your undercover,

but I can't do that
unless you read me in.

Call Bill Houston.

He knows my file

because he just put
me on this desk,

and he will tell you

that I have a sock
drawer full of medals

for merit, bravery,
tactical de-escalation,

which basically means

I know how to fix stuff
before people get shot.

Go on, call him.

[Kelly takes a breath]

Her real name is
Maria Berberian.

She's one of my
most prolific UCs.

Maria went under as
"Carmen" a year ago.

That's a long
stretch undercover.

The intel is good.

There's no reason
to pull the plug.

Carmen built a reputation
as a go-to for criminals

to get things through customs.

ATF, DEA, ICE...
they all build cases

around Carmen's
work at the airport.

Well, not for nothing,

but this could've been
cleared up with a phone call.

Why don't you tell me
what's really going on?

A few weeks ago,

the brass raised concerns

that she was showing
signs of mission creep.

Okay. Regular U.C. fatigue?

Something more actionable?

She missed multiple check-ins.

I mean, she could be compromised

or on the take,

or, thanks to you, exposed.

The alert I put out
was for "Carmen Ash,"

who did, in fact,
disappear off the job.

Totally legit.

Okay, fair.

The car's still in
the parking lot.

There was no sign of a struggle.

It looks to me like
your agent got grabbed.

If there's any chance that
her cover's still intact,

let's skip the big-footing.

Let me handle it.

You'll share your leads?

Of course.

You'll give me access
to her case files?

[scoffs softly]

Reluctantly.

I'll make some calls.

[keys clacking]

Look who's using
a standing desk.

Is this because of Bennett?

Look, I'm just trying to
match her energy, all right?

So hush. Mm-hmm.

Looks like you
one-upped the Feds, yes?

Nice.

You got the Bureau
to give us the case?

"Give" is a strong word.

More like temporary
custody of their problem,

but I would love to
solve it for them.

All right, uh, so we
assumed Carmen left

in someone else's vehicle.

It wouldn't have been by choice,

and given the added
police presence

around the airport,

we figured they left in a hurry.

So I pulled red-light
camera footage,

and six cams were triggered

shortly after Carmen
was last seen,

and this one is the winner.

Passenger seat...
it's definitely her.

He's got an
infrared-blocking film

on his plate, so we
couldn't pull a number.

I mean, I could run
facial recognition,

- see if I can I.D. him.
- Don't bother.

That's Jimmy Madsen.
Frickin' creep.

You know him?

Homicide likes him for a stack
of murders over the years,

but they can't make
anything stick.

But he's got his hand in
a million sketchy deals.

[Mike] I mean, she
looks pretty calm.

You think he turned her?

Possible.

What do we know about
Maria Berberian?

Did her financials
tell us anything?

Bank accounts suddenly flush?

Trips to places where
she could stash money?

Nothing really.

She has a ten-year-old car,

no bank loans...

no crazy shopping,

lives in an apartment in
Ardmore with her boyfriend.

Well, bring him in,

see if he can fill
in any of the blanks.

Mm-hmm.

I like your desk.

Sitting's the new smoking.

Hmm.

She likes my desk.

You're a teacher's pet.

Uh, jealousy's a hell of
a drug, brother. Mm-hmm.

I don't understand.

That's Maria, but why
is the name different?

Isaiah, I know this is tough,

but when was the last
time you saw her?

She came home for the
weekend about a month ago.

She mention anything about work?

Uh... making a major change?

No. No, the FBI doesn't let
her talk much about her job,

but I told her I understood, so.

Okay, what about a
cell phone? Laptop?

She leave anything behind?

No.

How did she seem, the
last time you saw her?

Anything out of the ordinary?

Wait, is... Is she in
some kind of trouble?

Why do you ask?

Because I'm here.

I mean, I... look, I'm
not allowed to know

the kind of work she does,

but I've never been
brought in by the cops

to be asked about it before.

Look, this might be
hard to hear, but...

Maria was working undercover.

Undercover?

What? She never told me.

Well, she wouldn't
be allowed to,

and now the FBI has
lost contact with her,

and we're gonna help find her.

But the good news is,

there's no evidence
of foul play,

anything like that, okay?

Now, did she ever talk to you

about you two taking
a trip together?

Major purchase? A gift?

What exactly are you getting at?

Well, her handler said that
she was acting strange,

so I'm just trying
to figure it out.

What, like she's dirty?

Look, I'm just trying
to understand, okay?

Look, she's pregnant! Okay?

Pregnant?

Yeah.

We just found out.

That weekend, she told me.

I was so happy, I
mean, we both were,

but, you know, she was
freaking out about her job,

and now you're telling
me she's in danger?

We're gonna find her.

[?]

Let's go.

[distant dog barking]

[siren wailing]

[?]

[door shuts]

I'd say this place
needs a woman's touch,

but I would never do that
to a woman willingly.

No offense.

I need the names of
your transporters.

No.

Excuse me?

You can keep whipping out
your gun all you want...

I'm super-impressed,
by the way...

but, at this point,
it's overkill.

I'm already here.

What the hell do you want?

I have a package
I needed delivered

out of the country 10 hours ago,

and my go-to transporter
got pinched in an ATF raid,

and word is, one other
broker can make it happen.

You.

I'm flattered,

but fly-by-night gigs
are not my thing.

I know your rate. I'm
willing to triple it.

Not without knowing the cargo.

Does it really matter?

You one of those
crooks with a code?

It matters.

Fair enough.

Keys.

[jangling]

This is my last, best
effort to complete a deal.

If we can't make it work,

we ditch the package
and get away clean.

No harm in showing me, then.

[deadbolt turning]

[?]

"Ditch the package"?
Are you for real?

[?]

Now you understand my urgency.

So, what do you think?

I'll take the job.

- [siren wailing in distance]
- [dog barking]

You should drink some.

It's okay. It's sealed.

[seal snaps]

Are they treating you fine?

They didn't hurt you, did they?

My name's Carmen.

What's yours?

Maria.

You're in luck,

because that's, like,
my favorite name.

Where do you live, Maria?

Cincinnati.

I was walking home from school,

and these men, they
pulled me into a car.

That must have been very scary.

I don't want to be
here. I want my mom.

You listen to me.

I'm gonna get you back
to her really soon, okay?

I just... I just need
a minute to think.

We need to move.

My guys are following
the police scanners

and there's a BOLO
out on my car.

- They're onto you?
- Onto you, is my guess.

I saw an alert on my phone.

Whose fault is that?

If you can't get this
done, we need to cut bait.

I'll make it work.

[?]

Okay.

We need to move, sweetie.

It's gonna be all
right, all right?

You just stick with me.

You know what?

This needs to stay.

But...

My grandparents had tons of
these in their apartment.

I loved playing with them.

Here.

[?]

Fed's working theory is
Madsen grabbed Carmen,

short notice, to
move a shipment.

Please tell me you
have more than that.

No known address for Madsen,

but I piggybacked off
an old homicide warrant

and was able to
pull his financials.

He buys coffee in North
Philly most mornings,

which suggests that he's
staying in the same area.

Okay, that's something.

Where do you keep
your sweetener?

It's under the counter.

I also called

all the pizza joints that
serve North Philly, so...

Because...

even if Madsen and crew
are sitting on a shipment,

they gotta eat.

Exactly.

So Matador Pizza took an
order from him last night,

uh, for two large pepperoni
pizzas with extra cheese

and one small margherita.

Great, so one of our
kidnappers is a picky eater.

That narrows things.

I was able to
sweet-talk the clerk,

and I got a delivery
address, so.

Get Jason and Mike out there.

They're already on their way.

Got any more rabbits you
wanna pull out of your hat?

[chuckles] No, not
yet, but, um...

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Your speech this morning...

was really lovely.

Did you mean what you said?

About keeping a good
thing going around here?

Because, sometimes,

new bosses like to
make things their own.

You want to know

if I'll be peeing in all
the appropriate corners?

Well, let's just say

I'll see what I can work with

and get rid of what I can't.

[?]

I'm telling you, this is
a bad-karma situation.

That's what it is.

- Bennett is not "bad karma."
- Sure, she's bad karma!

What do you think...
I stabbed a granny

in one of my past
lives or something?

Probably.

I'm gonna buy some eggs, okay?

I'm gonna buy some eggs,
I'm gonna take 'em to Kemi,

and have her shaman the
hell out of this thing.

Will you just relax, all right?

Look, Bennett did all the
right things this morning.

She did nothing right!
She did nothing right.

- She bought bagels!
- No, no.

The bagels sucked.

They were soft and pasty...

kind of like you.

[snickering]

I-I love the racisms with
you, bro, you know that,

but she basically admitted...

Bennett admitted to
riding our coattails.

Yeah, well, you can
still be effective

riding coattails.

Just ask Phil Jackson.

We do kinda have a Pippen-
Jordan thing going on, don't we?

Eh, it's more like
Jordan and Steve Kerr.

[gasps] I'm offended.

- You started it!
- That's, like, worse...

- All right, Kerr's got rings!
- ...Than the bagels comment.

He's got rings
from hittin' threes

when no one was guarding him.

Yeah, well, we're here, so...

don't miss, Steve.

All right, Pippen.

[doors thud]

That's Madsen's ride
from this morning.

You good?

[bam]

[door thuds]

[?]

[handle turns]

[creaking]

[?]

We good?

Yeah, we're clear.

No Carmen, no Madsen,

and for damn sure, no clue
what they were moving.

You got gloves?

We need to get this
thing to the lab.

Why?

Well, it seems to me

like a weird color
choice for Madsen.

I think there was a kid in here.

[keyboard clacking]

- Hey.
- [knocks]

I got something from Helen.

It's not more candy, is it?

She gave me a whole bag,

and I've stress-eaten,
like, all of it.

No, she pulled a fingerprint
off of that tablet

that Jason found.

Check your email.

"Maria Corby," age 10,

reported missing by Cincinnati
Police 72 hours ago.

Yeah, that small margherita
pizza, it was for her.

They kidnapped a kid
and a federal agent?

I spoke with, uh, Cincy PD.

Maria lives alone
with her mother,

but her father,
Ignacio Marchetti,

he fled the country

ahead of a warrant
for money laundering.

- Where to?
- Ecuador.

Yeah, it seems like his clients
are giving him safe harbor.

So the dad misses the kid,
hires Madsen to snatch her,

needs a way to move her, and
that's where Carmen fits in?

Yes. Uh, Maria's mother
is on a flight here.

- Where can I find Lt. Bennett?
- She's in her office.

[?]

This can't be good.

You must really hate telephones.

[chuckles dryly]
So I have news.

Okay, I'm listening.

MPU's services are
no longer needed.

You can stand down.

Stand down? Why?

There's a little kid at risk.

I mean, I don't...
I don't know her,

but I'm pretty sure she's
scared out of her mind

and doesn't really care
whose jurisdiction this is.

Brass wants you to back off.

What? Why? Hey!

I asked you a question.

Because the FBI will not
be extracting Carmen.

People above my pay grade

want to use the missing
girl to catch her father.

- What?
- Yeah.

The agents in Ecuador
will arrest Marchetti

when his daughter arrives.

You're using a
little girl as bait?

Her life is in
exponentially more danger

the moment she
leaves the country.

And you think I don't know this?

I got an agent out there

who wants to give
Madsen what he needs,

expecting the
cavalry to show up.

But they're not showing up,
and I can't tell her that.

You want to be angry?

Imagine how I feel.

- [Bennett] Wait! Agent Kelly!
- I'm sorry.

Th-There's nothing
more I can do.

It's out of my hands.

She's on her own.

[?]

I know him.

Did he just say
Maria's on her own?

It's complicated.

You people promised you'd help!

You can't just walk away.

This is my unit.

I don't care what the FBI says.

I'm not walking away from Maria.

You asked if Maria
left any devices

when she came home,
and she didn't,

but then I remembered
her battery was shot,

so she used my laptop.

All right, I'll grab Kemi,

see if she can figure out
what website she accessed.

I already did.

I checked the user history
and I found this...

[Mike] That must be her login.

Yeah, but there's no password,

and, uh, I tried all
the ones I know about.

We share some for-for bills
and streaming accounts.

But did you pick
'em, or did she?

She did. Why?

Well, because, in
Maria's line of work,

they don't really
write down passwords.

They all have a system,

a way to keep 'em siloed
out, but memorable.

She's a baseball fan.

She played shortstop in
high school back in Boston,

and she's obsessed
with the Red Sox.

Most of her passwords
are-are Red Sox players.

That's pretty smart.

A last name, a jersey number...

that usually works for
a password requirement.

But I tried all the Red
Sox players she uses.

- None of 'em worked.
- No, no, no, no.

That's-that's Maria's
passwords, not Carmen's.

Maria might be from Boston,
but Carmen is a Philly girl.

- You think the Phillies?
- Yeah.

You said she played shortstop?

All right, try "Turner13"
with a capital "T".

[clacking]

- [ding]
- It worked.

Attaboy, Trea.

Well, this can't be right.

There's no outgoing
messages, inbox is empty...

and the spam folder's full.

It's gotta be a dead account.

Damn it!

[sighing] I can't
lose her, man.

Isaiah, look, I
know this is brutal,

but I'm not losing her either.

All right, sit tight.

[?]

Where are we going?

I don't know yet.

I thought you were with them.

No, sweetheart. I'm stuck
here, just like you.

I don't want to be here anymore.

I want to go home.

That's why we gotta
stick together, okay?

Hey, Maria?

I promise, I'm not gonna
let anyone hurt you, okay?

All right, got the wire ready
to go through to your account.

Time to make it happen.

Okay.

I told you, I'm trying,
but a last-minute shipment

is a turn-off for
most of my connects.

Find someone,

or we walk away poorer...

all of us.

[?]

Okay, I-I know someone
who can help us.

I just, uh, I just
pray he's in town.

[?]

All right, so I went through
Carmen's email account,

and you were right...
it does look unused,

so I ran some search algos
through the spam folder,

but it was all legit trash,
if there is such a thing.

So nothing?

No, no, no. [chuckles]

Very much something.

I found a second "drafts" folder
buried all the way down here...

and voila.

And it's months' worth.

Why would you write
all those messages,

and not send them?

Because a sent
email can be traced,

but if someone,
like her handler,

had the account
name and password,

they could sign
in, read a message,

sign out, and there's
no digital trail.

Yeah, like a virtual
bulletin board?

You know, it'd have been nice

if Agent Kelly would
have mentioned this.

Well, there's one draft message

that was time-stamped
10 minutes ago.

[Mike] "Maverick @ 1500"?

Got no clue what that means.

Well, maybe our case
file will explain it.

Agent Kelly pulled our access.

Yeah, well, Jason says
he has a workaround.

Let's go.

That should be good.

- What, you printed them out?
- Mm.

All of them?

Something about the FBI...

they like to keep
you on a string.

I don't like string,
I like paper.

Is there anything in there

that tells us what
"Maverick @ 1500" means?

I mean, 1500's gotta be 3:00.

We only got an hour.

Just... would you just,
please, okay, don't rush me?

I'm trying to find it.

It's in here. It's in
here. It's somewhere.

It's in here.

[Kemi, dubiously] Mm-hmm.

Bingo.

Okay, gimme, gimme...
gimme a minute.

You don't have to
make it like a thing.

[knocking]

Hey.

- [door closes]
- Hey.

So, um, I, uh,

I know a way I can get
Carmen and the kid,

but I need to know
that you got my back

and that you're not gonna
stick a knife into it.

So you've been
avoiding me all day,

and now you're
just coming in hot

and, quite frankly, more
than a little paranoid.

I know you, Bennett.

You want MPU to succeed

because it behooves you, it
looks good on your resume,

but this is not Homicide.

The faster you realize
that, the better.

- Is that a fact?
- We don't have time

to walk on eggshells
to get a conviction.

All right?

That's the difference
between a missing person

coming home or not.

All right? Look. What
I do, I need to know

that the person sitting
there is gonna own it.

All right? The woman who
sat there before you,

she understood that.

Okay, you're forgetting the part

where the FBI said to stay away.

You come in here swinging
from the chandeliers

with a loaded six-gun,

all our careers are screwed.

I don't care about that. I
don't care about the FBI.

I do not work for the FBI.

What's your plan?

[Jason] So Carmen's
draft message

was about a meetup at 3:00 p.m.

with a pilot named Peter Wilson.

She's used him before.

They do business at a
bar called Wings & Tails.

[Gabrielle] So she's arranging

an introduction between
Madsen and the pilot?

[Jason] Yup, and I'm
gonna take his place.

[Bennett] How do you
plan on doing that?

[siren wailing]

[?]

[bike rumbles off]

[?]

[doors thud]

What are we stopping
this guy for again?

To use his bike,
among other things.

"Among other things."

Yeah.

Can we do this fast?
I'm late for a meeting?

He's late for a
meeting. Be right back.

Was I speeding?

Probably.

You also ran a stop
sign back there.

Where?

I didn't see a stop sign.

Well, that's probably
why you missed it.

Look, you gonna write
me a ticket or what?

I told you I'm late.

We'll see.

What do we got?

We got two unpaid
speeding tickets.

There you go.

I'm contesting those tickets.

Yeah, well, your
record also shows

that you skipped
out on jury duty.

"Skipped out on jury duty"?

We've got a real
scofflaw here, huh?

- Yup.
- All right, Sergeant.

Well, unfortunately, we're gonna
have to impound this guy's bike.

- Are you serious?
- Hey.

Yup. So put your hands
behind your back.

Let's go.

You're really arresting me?

Well, no. We're
"detaining" you.

- There's a big difference.
- No, there isn't.

Come on. I'll-I'll... We'll
take care of your bike.

Yup.

Hey, be careful, will you?

- Oh, yeah.
- He'll be very careful.

Let's go.

[?]

[starts engine, revs throttle]

[?]

[?]

We're on the clock, Carmen.

Would you relax?
He'll be here.

Carmen. Hey!

Been a while.

Last time I saw you
was at Isaiah's.

You'd just heard about the baby.

- Peter.
- Yeah.

Yeah, you've lost
weight since then.

I hardly recognize you.

Yeah, thank you, I put down
the donuts, know what I mean?

- Mm.
- How you doing?

No? Okay.

- Carmen tells me you're the...
- Let's, uh...

second-to-last booth
on the end there.

Game on. Stay ready.

Copy that.

I'm 30 seconds out if
anything goes sideways.

What the hell's going on?

Will you just relax?

Okay, just sit back there

and think about the next time
you want to skip jury duty.

So, what's your drink?

Oh, no, no, no. Um,
not when I'm flying.

Peter's solid that way.

So I hear.

Walk me through it...
Philly to Ecuador...

what's your route?

We got two options. Um,
gonna need to refuel.

I'm running a load of, um...

none-of-your-business
through Jacksonville.

From there, I can
fly under the radar

to Cuba, refuel there,

or we can pull up another
manifest to Veracruz.

Either way, we
end up in Ecuador.

Why two options?

'Cause Carmen hasn't told
me what I'm moving yet.

How long have you
known this guy?

Long enough that when
I call, he answers.

Look, I can doctor
the manifests,

and, between the two of us,

we can make sure your package
gets out of Philly unseen

and stays that way until
it lands in Ecuador.

I mean, you needed a
Hail Mary... this is it.

[sighs]

File the flight plan.

Get your plane ready.

We'll meet you in the
airfield in 30 minutes.

I'll get the cargo.

All right.

Who are you, really?

Besides someone who read
my file on Peter Wilson?

I'm Jason Grant.

I'm with the Philadelphia
Police Department.

Police?

Where's the Bureau?
Where's Kelly?

Your people want the
delivery to go down

so that they can nail
the dad in Ecuador.

- What?
- We think that that is stupid.

- They can't...
- That's what they're gonna do.

Okay?

So I need you to just hang tight

and let my people
deal with Maria.

No, no, no, no.
I-I can't bail.

If I bail, Madsen is
gonna get spooked,

and they're gonna kill the girl.

I am not leaving until
I know she's safe.

Guess I was hoping
you'd say that.

Um, I should not
leave him waiting,

and, uh, I'll meet
you out there, okay?

Okay.

Yeah?

[train whistle blows]

[?]

[Bennett] Okay, you're
forgetting the part

where the FBI said to stay away.

You come in here swinging
from the chandeliers

with a loaded six-gun,

all our careers are screwed.

[Jason] I don't
care about that.

I don't care about the FBI.
I do not work for the FBI.

[knocking]

Miss Corby. I'm
Lieutenant Bennett.

I'm leading the search
for your daughter.

W-Where is she?

We have evidence that she is
in Philadelphia this morning.

I have a team working
on her location now.

I don't understand.

The people who
took your daughter

are trying to get her
out of the country.

South America.

Her father?

I knew it.

One day, he says he has
international investors,

and the next he is begging us

to leave the country with him.

I told him no.

Maria has a life
here... friends, school.

I thought he would
leave us alone.

This is all my fault.

No.

You were doing what
was best for Maria.

Those people he works
for are monsters.

Drugs. Weapons.

They are dangerous.

You cannot let him take her.

Please.

I promise you,

my people will do
whatever it takes

to bring your girl home.

[?]

Why isn't the plane ready?

It's ready. I'm all fueled up.

Where's the cargo?

All right, bring her in.

It's a passenger.

Start the plane.

Okay.

[?]

[deep breath]

[Jason] All right, Mike,
we got... we got a problem.

He's bringing the girl,

but he wants me to
start the plane.

What?

Madsen said start the engines.
How the hell do I do that?

Ask that guy how to
start this plane, please.

How do you start the engines?

Years of practice.

You know how we
found you, right?

Your little
side-hustle's cooked,

so if you want to stay
out of lockup, tell my boy

how to start the engines!

[Peter] All right, in
the center of the console

is a switch labeled
"main power".

Hit that first.

Okay, I did that.

Next, you gotta turn
on the engine starters

one at a time,

to the left of the controls,

just below.

[engines start
rumbling and whirring]

[Peter] Now, the
six yellow switches

starting with
"recog" to your left.

[switches clicking,
engines running]

Okay.

[engines roaring]

[?]

You okay, sweetie?

I don't want to be here.

It's all gonna be
okay, okay? I promise.

Yeah.

I'll call you back.

[Carmen] Just do
what I tell you.

- It's gonna be okay.
- Who the hell are you?

Whoa! What the hell?

I mean, really?

All right, Mike,
we got a problem.

[?]

[?]

I just spoke to my
contact in Ecuador.

There's no flight plan or
manifest for Peter's plane.

He's mistaken.

Mike, you need to move now.

Jay, if we move in right now,
he's gonna take the girl.

You don't roll now,
Carmen's dead, okay?

I'll buy us a
minute. Move now.

All right. Hey,
hey! Watch him.

[?]

Look, your people
have bad information.

Okay? You came to me. I'm
working for you, remember?

I-I did not ask for this.

[?]

I'm calling this off.

Plan B.

Just hold on, hold on.
Just hold on a second.

She's seen my face and yours.
I'm not gonna debate this.

Get in the van.

[?]

Maria, run for cover! Go!

[?]

She's getting away!

[?]

[Madsen] She's behind the car!

[click]

[?]

[blasting]

[Jason] Yo! Over here.

Comin' in hot.
Hi. How ya doin'?

[glass shattering]

This isn't gonna cut it.

We don't have a lot of options.

- I'm gonna draw his fire.
- That's a terrible option!

- Don't miss.
- Don't do that.

[gunfire blasting]

[assault weapon firing]

[cries out]

[sirens wailing]

[overlapping sirens wailing]

Hey, hey, hey!

Out of the car, now!

Kill the engine!

Get out, now!

Get out. On the ground.

Don't stop now. You
want to do the honors?

It's all yours.

Thank you. Federal agent.

You're under arrest
for kidnapping.

[cuffs ratcheting]

[Jason] Maybe someone
should go get the kid.

[Carmen sighs]

? Some days ?

? It feels like
a wrecking ball ?

? Swinging through
my rib cage ?

? My rib cage ?

? Some nights ?

? I'm just a million
broken pieces singin' ?

? On a stage ?

It's right this way.

? Every day that I
don't hide myself away ?

? To me ?

? Is a tiny victory ?

Mommy!

Maria? Oh!

Oh, baby, you're okay.

Oh! Oh.

You scared me half to death!

Thank God, you're okay.

I'm so sorry, baby.

Look. I know it's your job...

Not anymore.

What are you saying?

My bosses aren't
very happy about it,

but I don't care.

The MPU let me make the arrest,

which means "Carmen" has
been outed as an undercover.

So that means...?

From now until when
the baby arrives,

I will be driving a safe desk.

[Carmen] I love you.

Over there.

You kept my baby safe.

I will never be
able to repay you

for what you've done, Carmen.

Actually, it's Maria.

We're name twins, kiddo,
and we kept each other safe.

You know, your daughter
is, um, very brave.

This is for you... so
you'll remember me.

I won't need a doll for
that, but thank you.

[?]

Hey, Jason?

Can I talk to you for a sec?

Sure.

[door creaks and thuds]

You weren't lying.

This is way better
than Homicide.

Care to toast that
little miracle

you just pulled off?

Work on our trust issues?

Yeah, I, um, I
gotta go walk a dog.

Okay, great. Fair enough.

Um, but just not
before I give you this.

[key clicking]

[phone whooshes, buzzes]

What is this?

I just airdropped you

a voice memo that
I made earlier.

Okay.

[Bennett] You're
forgetting the part

where the FBI said to stay away.

You come in here swinging
from the chandeliers

with a loaded six-gun, all
our careers are screwed.

[Jason] I don't
care about that.

I don't care about the FBI.
I do not work for the FBI.

[Bennett] Okay.
What's your plan?

You, uh, recorded me

saying that I was gonna ignore
a direct order from the FBI

to help our trust issues?

- Yes.
- Yeah?

Because, typical Jason,
it's not about you.

The FBI didn't give
you a direct order...

they gave me one,

and that recording is
me authorizing your plan

despite that direct order.

I wanted you to have it.

What for?

Because you're right.

I took this job because
it looks good on a resume,

and it looks good on a resume

because you're the best...

all of you.

I said I wasn't looking
to disrupt a good thing,

and I meant it.

I need you to trust me,

and I know why you don't.

So, maybe you having
a little dirt on me...

...is a start.

[chuckles]

[laughs hard]

That was good!

- It's funny to you?
- It's good.

I'm gonna delete it.

- [click]
- [whoosh]

I deleted it.

Save the, uh, drinks.

Maybe we'll have a...
a toast tomorrow, okay?

[resumes laughing]

[?]

[?]

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