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[soft dramatic music]

* *

[lock clicks]

[lock clicks]

* *

[glass shatters]

- [gasps]

*

[door thuds]

[objects clattering]

- [sniffs]
- Really?

Right now?
- Chill out, all right?

It keeps me steady.

* *

- [panting]

[object clatters]

[gasps]

- [whispers]
Someone's here.

[tense music]

* *

Quiet as a mouse, aren't you?

- Please.

No.
No!

No!

* *

- Wait. Rowan,
you don't have to do that.

- Well, I--I--

I asked you to meet, and
you know Dad's best practices.

Hard to shake.

- [chuckles]
Well, he misses you.

I keep telling him
that you're a freshman

and you're supposed
to be busy,

but listen, if you wanted to
join us for brunch on Sunday,

it might be nice to surprise
him and your sisters.

- Yeah.

Look, I've kind of
been avoiding you guys,

ever since Dad told me
that he asked you to

legally adopt Amelia and Paige.

- Oh, I am guessing
you don't love that idea.

- Well, I have no issue
with you, Isobel.

I'm glad my dad
is happy or whatever,

but you're his wife,
not our mom.

- Rowan, I know that.

I would never try
and replace your mother, ever.

- Cool.

So we're on
the same page then.

- Right, Rowan,
that being said,

your father asked me
to adopt your sisters,

so that if, God forbid,
something happened to him,

you girls were safe.

- You've been around for,
like, a year and a half.

You're still a stranger.

[phone ringing]

- [sighs]
- No offense.

- OK, listen,
I have to take this,

but we can talk more later.

- I gotta get to class.

[phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

Acting ADIC Castille.

- Dr. Rusk, we're here as part
of a RICO investigation

into a new drug
trafficking crew.

They've been stealing
Schedule II narcotics

from community clinics
all over Jersey,

but this is the first time
they've killed anyone.

- Silvana.

She didn't deserve this.

We opened this place with
a 330 grant 25 years ago.

She was my first hire.

She was more than
an office manager.

She worked miracles.

She wasn't supposed to be
working late last night.

- Most likely,
she surprised them,

and they panicked.

Do you have
any security cameras

that might help us ID them?

- No, even if
we had the funding--

and believe me, we don't--
the kind of people

that come to us for help
are not the kind of people

that want to be on camera.
- Hmm.

What kind of people
would that be?

- We run a free clinic, so we
cater to low-income families,

the unhoused,
illegal immigrants.

- Do you see any drug-seeking
patients, addicts?

- We see everything.

We don't turn anyone away,

but we don't prescribe
irresponsibly.

- Do you keep any drugs
in these cabinets?

- No, all drugs
are kept in there.

Silvana was in charge
of our drug store.

She was a rule follower.

It was just old patient files
in there.

- We'll figure out
who did this,

but we are gonna need to see a
full pharmaceutical inventory.

* *

- All right,
everybody, listen up.

If this robbery at the
Rusk Clinic of Mott Haven

is the latest work
of the crew that

has been ripping
its way through Jersey,

they have now
escalated to murder.

We will not let them
strike again.

Now, we are down one
Jubal Valentine today,

so you will be bringing me
up to speed.

- Silvana Morales's
estimated time

of death suggests
the robbery happened

around 10:45 last night.

We are combing traffic
and street cams

in a 10-block radius
of the clinic

around that time,
still running plates,

but no red flags yet.
- All right.

Keep running them.

If we can't track down
the crew,

let's follow the score.

Do we know what was stolen
from Mott Haven?

- Yes, the clinic owner,
Dr. Rusk,

provided his
pharmaceutical inventory.

Like the crew's
previous robberies,

cleaned out
the entire narcotics stock,

largely pills.

Once they hit the streets,
they're impossible to track.

- Pills, maybe, but it
looks like Mott Haven also

carried ketamine nasal spray.

It's used in
psychotherapy to treat

depression, anxiety, PTSD,

harder to repackage
for street sales.

It comes in a unique bottle
stamped with serial numbers.

- It's a Schedule III narcotic.

And according to
the DEA's National Drug

Threat Assessment,
ket spray has become

popular on the club scene.

- All right, tap your CI,
see if they've clocked anyone

selling this new party drug.

- Hey, DA's got something.

A CI reported a cruise selling
ket spray at day raves.

It says there's one up
right now in Bushwick.

If the pattern holds,
we'll probably

have someone there selling.

- Well, then we will
be there buying.

[dance music]

* *

- Eva, you seen anybody that
looks like they're dealing?

- Not yet.

Just a bunch of
20-somethings rolling.

It must be nice not to have to
work in the middle of the day.

- Hey, now, spending mom and
dad's money can be hard work.

- Yeah, well,
I've never had the pleasure.

- It's 100.
- [indistinct speech]

- Hold up.

Fanny pack boy at the bar
just made a sale.

* *

- I got him.
All right.

I'm going to go to his 3:00.

You're good to move in
for the controlled buy.

Just remember
that all we need is

visual confirmation
of that ket spray,

and we can tie him
to the murder/robbery.

- How much you want
to bet this clown

falsely claims entrapment?

- You sound like a prosecutor.

Maybe unleash your inner
trust fund party girl

a little bit.
Yeah?

* *

- [sighs]
Hey.

- What's up?

- Can I buy some of that?

- Some of what?

- You know, I want to party.

- Lady, I don't know
what you're talking about.

- I just saw you sell
to those two dudes.

- All right.

Take this and then we can talk.

- What is it?

- You said you wanted a party.

- Yeah, but I wanna float.

So you got anything for that?

- Is this is good enough
for you, princess?

Take a hit or get lost.

- I just want
some ket spray, man.

Can you help me or not?

* *

[grunts]

- FBI.
Stop!

[tense music]

* *

- Ugh.
- Hey!

- [grunts]

- Don't you know
it's rude to shove a lady?

- Uh-oh.

Sucks to be you right now.

* *

- Entrapment.

That's what this is.

- Not quite, but it is
assaulting a federal officer,

eight years.

Resisting arrest, one year.

Trafficking Schedule II
and III narcotics

and controlled substances,
20 years.

- She's just talking about
today's crimes, Mr. Luttrell.

- Now, looking at your file,
you already have priors,

and the ketamine
we found on you

traced back to
the Mott Haven Clinic.

And for the rest of
the goodies in your bag,

yeah, I don't know.

Scola, you think we could
get him for this robbery,

plus the five in Jersey?
- I think I'd take that bet.

- Yo, that isn't me, man.

And I also haven't been
to Jersey in, like,

five years, dude, for real.

- So I'm guessing it wasn't
you that killed the woman

at the Mott Haven Clinic?
- Oh, whoa. Killed?

Yo, I definitely have not
killed anyone.

- If it was someone else
in your crew,

I'd suggest you give up
a name because someone

is gonna go down for the
murder of Silvana Morales.

- Oh, my--

yo, I have never seen
that lady before in my life.

And I don't have a crew, OK?
I'm nobody, man.

I just happened to buy some
ket spray off of some guy.

- "Some guy"?
What guy?

- So you want my help now?

Man, tell this chick
to drop all the charges

she just spat at me.

[papers thud]

- Yeah, I'll tell you what.

You prove yourself real useful,
and this chick

won't pin you down with
second-degree murder.

- OK, OK.

It was some dude named Greg.

I don't know his last name.

- Come on,
stop playing with us.

You've got to know something
about your supplier.

- No, he's not my supplier, OK?

He's just--
he's just some pill head

I sell to sometimes,
and he showed up

early this morning,
trying to dump a bunch of ket.

- And you didn't have
any questions about

why one of your customers would
want to sell you product?

- Yeah, I'm an idiot, OK?

Don't buy drugs from
the people you sell drugs to.

But, man, he was
way undercharging.

I thought I was getting lucky.

- OK, Jesse Luttrell
claims he bought

the stolen ketamine spray from
a guy named Greg in Isham Park

around 6:00 a.m. this morning.

- OK, pulling this morning's
pole cam footage

from Isham Park.
- All right.

If Jesse is telling the truth,
that means this guy,

Greg, could be our murderer.

- OK, here is Jesse Luttrell.

* *

- And he's got company.

Can we find out
who this car belongs to

and get a GPS location on it?

- That model Jeep
isn't equipped with GPS.

Too old.
But running the plates.

- Zooming in.

- That's ket spray,
so that must be Greg.

- Well, the car's registered

to a Greg Werrick,
to be specific.

Bronx local, Werrick's mostly
unemployed the last five years.

Some short gigs
in fast food service,

multiple stints
in court-mandated rehab

after charges of possession
and petty theft.

- That doesn't sound like
someone who's part of

a highly organized
robbery crew.

Does he have
any connection to Jersey?

- Negative
and no known associates.

So either he joined up with
a different amateur crew--

- Or he acted alone.

He went into that clinic
to score some drugs.

Things went bad.

Either way,
an innocent woman was killed.

All right, Kelly, I want you
to dig up everything

you can on Greg Werrick.
Ian, ping his phone.

I want to know
where he is right now.

* *

- Greg Werrick's phone stopped
moving somewhere around here.

There's the green Jeep.

Maggie, that's the doctor
from the clinic.

- FBI.

Let him go!
- Help! Help me!

- Drop your weapons!

[gunfire]

- Shots fired.
Shots fired.

- Go, go, go, go!

[tires squealing]

- Get in.

- Go, go, go, go, go!

- [groans]
The engine's fried.

- Ah.

OpCen, send backup
and medical to our location.

Dr. Franklin Rusk has been
abducted by two suspects

into Werrick's Jeep Cherokee.
We're unable to pursue.

[gun clatters]

- Tell me you have found that
Jeep and whoever's driving it.

- The Jeep's no help now.

Traffic cams lost it a couple
blocks from Rusk's house.

No pings on the plates.
They might have ditched it.

- We need to understand
why these people

would abduct
a highly respected doctor

from a clinic they just robbed.

There is a nexus here
we are missing.

What about
Greg Werrick's phone?

Is that still in play?

- No, when Maggie and OA
took him down,

his phone was on him.

ERT is bringing it in
right now.

- Hey, uh, we found
a connection here.

Uh, we cross-referenced
Greg Werrick's history

to see if he's ever been
to Dr. Rusk Mott Haven Clinic

before the robbery.

It turns out that
he petitioned to file

a medical malpractice suit
against Dr. Rusk

a few months ago.
He got denied.

It was beyond
the statute of limitations.

- So this could be
a personal grudge.

What was the malpractice claim?

- Well, his wife, Mimi,
delivered their baby

at Dr. Rusk's clinic
three years ago.

The baby died
shortly after birth.

- Greg Werrick wasn't just
part of a robbery crew.

He blames this doctor
for his child's death.

This is about revenge.

[dramatic music]

- All right.

It looks like Greg Werrick's
baby died at the hands

of Dr. Franklin Rusk
three years ago,

allegedly due to malpractice.

We think that's
what's fueling this.

- OK, well, the driver
of the Jeep was a woman.

Maybe Werrick's wife.

They would have
the same motive.

- Yeah, Mimi Werrick.
We're looking into her.

- So you think that Greg
maybe incited his own justice

against Dr. Rusk
and the clinic,

drugs were just a bonus,
and the manager

was wrong place
at the wrong time?

- Well, that's
our working theory.

- Well, unfortunately,
it doesn't look like

Mimi Werrick was
the driver of that Jeep.

Her phone's been pinging all
morning at Hudson University.

She's a continuing
education student.

- Well, she's got
to know something.

Bring her in.

- I'm sorry Greg's gone,
and I hope you find Dr. Rusk,

I do, but I don't know
anything about this.

- You don't seem
too surprised to hear

about your husband's death.

- I'm not.

Greg has OD'd four times
since I met him.

You think
I'm a terrible person.

- No, my sister's an addict.

And loving someone
with that disease,

you kind of expect to hear
bad news all the time.

- Greg and I used together
for a long time,

then I bottomed out.
I got clean.

He didn't, so we separated.

We haven't talked in months.

- So you weren't
aware that Greg

tried to sue Dr. Rusk
for malpractice,

for the death of your baby?

- I was, but that was
the last time we spoke.

I didn't want any part of it.

- OK, and why is that?

- It wouldn't bring
my daughter back.

I've worked hard to accept
what really happened

that day, to be honest.

Greg couldn't do that.

He blamed Dr. Rusk.

I blamed myself.

- You said that you got clean.

When was that?

- After our daughter, um--

after she died.

- I'm sorry.

We just want to know
what happened.

[somber music]

- I was high during childbirth.

I was in and out.

When I came to
in recovery, Dr. Rusk

told me my daughter was gone.

I was so high,

I don't even remember
holding her.

- Greg wasn't acting alone.

Dr. Rusk is still in danger.

Is there anyone in Greg's life
that you think

could be tied up in this?

- Greg pushed everyone away,

but if he confided in anyone,

I might know where he met them.

- According to Mimi Werrick,
Greg attended meetings

at the Hope Alliance
religiously.

What do we know?

- It's a national organization
for grieving parents,

1,300 chapters,
5 in the city alone.

- I pulled up their
social media page,

and I got Greg right here.

Barbecues, toy drives.

He seems pretty involved.

- Well, who is that couple?

They're with Greg
in almost every photo.

- Let's see.

Facial rec processes them
as Amy and Lyle Brewer,

Yonkers residents.
Amy worked in sales.

Lyle was a commercial
freight driver.

- Past tense noted.

- Lyle caught possession
charges a few years back,

lost his job.

Amy was laid off shortly after.

- Well, that sounds familiar,
grieving parents

struggling with addiction.

So Greg could relate
to the Brewers.

- In more ways than one.

Amy and Lyle Brewer also lost
a child 12 years ago.

- At the Mott Haven Clinic, and
Dr. Rusk was their physician.

[tense music]

All right, let's get
a team to their home now.

* *

[battering ram slams]

- FBI!
[shouts indistinctly]

* *

- We need an ambo, now.
Cover me.

Hey, hey!

- Dr. Rusk.

- [sighs]

Dead.

- Hands where
I can see them now!

- [whimpering]
- All right, we got it.

Thank you.
Sit up.

Hey, look at me.

Hey, where's your husband?

Where's Lyle?

- Amy, there's a dead man
in your house.

Do you understand that?

- Look, we know that
you blame Dr. Rusk

for the death of your child.

- No, no,
you have it all wrong.

- What do I have wrong?
- Our babies.

They're still alive.

Dr. Rusk stole them.

* *

- I told you, I don't know
where my husband is.

You're not listening to me.
Dr. Rusk lied.

He told us our babies were dead
so he could steal them.

- Amy, we are listening to you.

But according
to medical records,

your son died 12 years ago
due to complications

from maternal drug use.

- No, I was sober
during my pregnancy,

but my labor was 14 hours.

Lyle was out of town on a job,
so I was all alone.

And I caved,
and I took the epidural

and passed out
while I was pushing.

When I came to, Dr. Rusk
said my son was dead.

- Amy--
- I'm not done.

Two weeks ago,

I saw my son on the subway,

12 years old, handsome,
my big eyes,

Lyle's goofy smile.

I lost him in the crowd,
but he's alive.

- Amy, forgive me,
but how can you be so sure?

- You're not a mother, are you?

- I'm a stepmother.
- It's different.

A mother can tell.

- Did you ever
go to the police?

- We did.
They didn't believe us.

We had no choice.

We have to find him.

He's still our son.

- You had a choice.

You chose to kill Dr. Rusk
and the head of his clinic,

Silvana Morales.

- Who?

No, I didn't go
into the clinic.

It was just Lyle and Greg.

I didn't know that
they killed anyone.

They--they were just supposed
to steal the files

to help find the children.

- Well, was there
anything in the files

that supports your story?

- No, just our babies'
death certificates.

But that doesn't mean
that it isn't true.

Lyle thought we could
grab Dr. Rusk,

get him to tell us
where he sent our son,

but then the FBI was there,

and Greg died, and we panicked
and brought him back home.

- And that's when
you killed Dr. Rusk?

- We questioned him,
but he denied everything,

and Lyle was amped up on meth,

and he got so violent.

I begged him to stop,

but he kicked me out
of the room.

But then Lyle came out
and said Dr. Rusk confessed.

He confessed and told us
where to find our son.

- All right.
Where's Lyle now?

- I don't know.
OK?

[soft dramatic music]

Even if I wanted to,
I can't help you find him.

* *

- I mean, trafficking schemes
like this do exist.

The Hicks Clinic in Georgia
stole and sold

over 200 newborns
in the '50s and '60s.

- And there were hundreds
of adoptees out of China

and South Korea who were stolen
from their birth parents,

sold to unsuspecting Americans.

So while Amy's story
does feel far-fetched--

- I mean, either way,
she believes it,

and so does Lyle Brewer.

He thinks he's gonna find his
son alive based on something

Dr. Rusk told him.

If we want to figure out
where he's headed,

we've got to look
into Amy's story,

live in their reality,
or other people

are going to get hurt.

- Do you believe her?

- Does it matter?

- I don't know,
but a grieving couple

could come up with
a conspiracy theory

like this to help them cope.

- I mean, Amy's an addict.

That makes her unreliable
but also incredibly vulnerable.

She was an easy target
for Dr. Rusk.

- We need to step into
Lyle Brewer's shoes.

Lyle believes that Dr. Rusk
stole his infant child.

Is it at all possible
that he's right?

- Well, Dr. Rusk is
a respectable physician.

He graduated UPenn, M.D.
from Johns Hopkins.

He's got no criminal history.

I mean, he and his Mott Haven
Clinic are community pillars.

- So he'd stand to lose
a lot with a criminal scheme.

- But plenty of financial gain.

Couples have always
been willing to pay

a premium for newborns.

- OK, let's say Dr. Rusk
was selling children.

Kelly, what's on
the money trail?

- We checked his bank accounts.
They're clean.

- What about
the clinic's financials?

- Well, the clinic operates
as a nonprofit,

mostly small donations,
thousands over the years.

There are some
higher value donations.

Huh.

Different sources but all
the exact same amount, $40,000.

- Now, that sounds
like a price point.

- One of these donations
was made three days

after Dr. Rusk signed
the death certificate

for Amy and Lyle's baby.

Same for the Werrick baby.

They all come from
different adoption agencies.

- Ian, I want a rundown
on all those adoption agents.

Elise, when was the
first $40,000 donation?

- 2010, with the most recent
one being just six months ago.

- I mean, is it
actually possible Dr. Rusk

was stealing and selling
babies for 15 years?

[tense music]

We're gonna have to find out
how many potential victims

we're looking at here.

He'd have to have a broker
that helps him with the sales,

adoption agents.
- Adoption agent, singular.

The different agencies all seem
to be owned by the same man,

Barry Catania.

- Yeah, got him right here,

a Dix Hills resident,
been in the adoption field

for 20 years, and, hey,
he went to business school

at Hopkins at the same time
Rusk was there for med school.

- This man might know
where Lyle's son was sent.

If Dr. Rusk gave up Catania's
name after being tortured,

that's Lyle's next target.

This killing spree ends now.

* *

- Oh, God.
OA, hurry!

Here.
Go get him!

- We need medical!
- [gasping]

- Hold, I got him.
Got him.

- [groaning]

- [gasping]
[coughing]

- Sit down.

Hey, hey, hey.
Here.

Look at me.

Hey, look at me.
Breathe.

Hey, hey, breathe.

- No, no.
Why did you save me?

- What happened here?

- [panting]
They found me.

- Who found you, this guy?

- I--I don't know.

Wh--wh--
what are you doing here?

- We know you did, Barry.

We know about the kids.

- [panting]

- You stole 24 newborns, and
you destroyed their families.

- I--I took those children
from addicts,

parents who weren't fit
to conceive,

let alone raise a child.

I--I saved those kids,
put them in stable homes,

gave them a future.

- That wasn't
your choice to make,

and don't play it off like
you weren't making a profit.

Now, do you know that man?

Is he the one
who came through here?

- I--I don't know.
I--I-'ve never seen that man.

My--my place was tossed
when I came in here.

We knew we'd been caught.

- This is Lyle Brewer.
He is one of the birth fathers.

He is looking for his son
that you stole 12 years ago.

We need to know
where you placed him.

- I--I don't know.

I--I've handled
a lot of adoptions.

- Well, you must have
some files,

a way of knowing
where they are?

- I--I did,
but whoever broke in here,

they--they took everything.

- Lyle might be the only
who knows where his son is.

He's not going to stop
till he finds him.

* *

- Amy, we verified your story.

Dr. Rusk was seemingly
involved in a scheme

to traffic newborns,
and your son

may not have died at birth.

It's quite possible
that he was stolen

and placed with another family.

- Who?
Where is he?

- We're narrowing that down,
but we're not sure.

However, we do believe
that your husband knows

and that he's headed there.

So we're running out
of time here.

- These are holiday cards
from the adoption agent

where your son was placed.

They're sent from adoptive
parents as a thank you.

See if you can recognize
the boy from the subway.

- Lyle's gonna find our son.

I won't help you stop him.

- Amy, you said
no one believes you.

We believe you.

We just have to prove
that your story is true.

Amy, you can stop someone
else from getting hurt.

We have to find
your husband first.

- You said that
he's on meth, Amy.

What happens if he finds
your son in that state?

- Lyle would never
hurt our child.

- What about
his adoptive parents?

They've got nothing
to do with this.

You want to risk Lyle
hurting them or killing them?

- Please.

[somber music]

* *

- No, he's not here.

* *

That's him...

with the Lawsons.

* *

That's my son.

Look at him.

So big, so happy.

[sighs]

- Sorry.

- [gasps softly]

- Thank you.

Listen, you did
the right thing.

- I didn't do it
for you or the Lawsons.

I did it for him.

[dramatic music]

* *

[door thuds]

- Tell me about the Lawsons.

- Corinne and Bill,
adopted son, Topher,

live on West 88th Street.

- And Topher's birthday aligns
with the death certificate

of Amy and Lyle's son?
- Yes.

Topher's birth certificate
was issued three days

after the death certificate,
the same day Catania

made the donation to Rusk.

- So Amy's maternal
instinct was right.

All right, let's get mom,
dad, and son

into protective custody.

Send Scola and Eva
to their home

and to the son's school.
- OK.

Uh, Topher attends
the Forney School.

I'll get the address
to Maggie and OA.

- Good.

Lyle is under the influence
and violent.

We are not gonna let him
get near that child.

[suspenseful music]

- Our school's doors
are always locked,

armed security
at every entrance.

Every guard has a copy
of the photo you sent us.

That man is not getting
in this building.

- Where's Topher Lawson now?

- Just here with
the guidance counselor.

- Thank you.

* *

- Has anyone else been
let inside the school?

- No, security
would have radioed.

Uh, Topher was just here.

I don't know, uh--

- Sorry, I--
I forgot my violin.

- Hi, Topher.
My name is Maggie.

This is OA.
We're with the FBI.

We'd like you to come with us.

- What happened?

- I'll explain.

- We have Topher.

Have we made contact
with the Lawsons?

* *

- No, we haven't able
to get a hold of 'em,

but we're just rolling up now.

[gunfire]
- [screams]

Oh, my God!

- Get down.
- Get back!

* *

- Lyle Brewer, my name
is Special Agent Scola.

I'm with the FBI.

I need you to put
the weapon down

and step out of the building
with your hands in the air.

- You don't tell me what to do!

I've got two hostages up here.

- All right, so what do you
want out of this situation?

We speak on the phone,
talk it out.

All right, I want to get you
what you need.

- You can't give me
what I need!

- Isobel, well,
we got shots fired,

and we have a hostage situation
here at the Lawson residence.

Lyle Brewer is inside.

- OK, I'll send
a negotiator now.

- I need someone
with real authority!

- Negotiator might not cut it.

- No, he needs to feel
like he can walk

out of there with his son.
That is all he wants.

I'm on my way.

- Eva.
- Hey.

- So we've got SWAT
that's establishing

the perimeter and two sniper
teams getting into position.

No visual on our suspect.

All we know is,
he's on the second floor.

- Has he made further contact?
- No.

Been trying
the landline in the residence.

He just lets it ring.

- OK, how are we
getting eyes inside?

- We just got
the building plans

for their latest renovation.

- [sighs]

The brownstone
has a garden apartment.

Are you seeing what I'm seeing
with this HVAC system?

- Yep.
Let's do it.

Hey, get your kit.

You're coming with us.

* *

[doorbell rings]

[sighs]

FBI.

We need access to the basement
through your apartment.

- Oh, yeah?
What do I get for it?

- How about the gratitude
of the FBI?

- Huh.

*

- What's the suspect's
mental state,

as far as you can tell?
- Volatile.

We believe he's still
under the influence

and fixated on talking
to the guy or gal in charge.

- You want to avoid
a tactical resolution.

- Always.

I want to see a deliberate
assault plan in the event

that Lyle Brewer
refuses to stand down.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Does he have
access to a phone?

- Landline, if you can
get him to pick it up.

- You asked to speak
to someone in charge.

That's me.

My name is Isobel Castille.

I am the assistant
director in charge

of the New York field office.

[phone beeping]

I'm dialing now.

Pick up the phone
so we can talk.

- OK, go ahead.
It's live.

- The last hostage situation

we had like this was what,
two years ago?

A former Mexican police officer
holding the man

he thought kidnapped
his daughter.

- Oh, yeah.

- And you traded places
with that pregnant wife.

- No, I remember.
Why?

- 'Cause it was crazy...

and he wasn't high
out of his mind

like Lyle.
- I know.

That's why we need to get eyes
in there right now.

- Hello?

- Thank you for
picking up, Lyle.

Can I call you that?

- Yeah.

Yeah, Lyle works.
- Good.

Lyle, you asked to speak
to someone with authority.

You got it, so now I need you
to do something for me.

- You want something from me?
- I do.

That's how this is gonna work.

- I don't want to hurt anyone,
but I will.

- I don't want anyone
to get hurt either,

so let's start with this.

Give me something
to let me know

the people inside are OK.

Lyle?

Lyle, can you do that for me?

* *

Lyle, is that
gonna be a problem?

- No, no, it's OK.

Just hang on.

Get up.
Get up.

[both whimpering]

- Don't do anything stupid.

You just tell them you're OK.

- Please, whatever you do,
don't let him near our son.

- He's not your son!

- [grunts]
- Isobel's gotta hurry.

- Isobel, the Deliberate
Assault Team still isn't ready,

but Emergency Assault
is standing by,

ready for your call.

- Listen, Lyle, we don't
want anyone to get hurt.

- Stop talking.
- Lyle.

- Stop talking.
- Lyle?

- Stop talking!

- Lyle, are you still there?

Are you still with me?

[suspenseful music]

- Let's focus on you.

Let's focus on what you need.

- All I need is to see my son.

That is why I am here!

- Lyle, I'm gonna work on that.
All right?

But right now, I need you to
release one of the hostages.

They're innocent.
- They are not innocent.

They bought my son!
They stole him from me!

[grunts]

- Lyle, OK, listen.
Listen to me.

They believed they were part
of a legal adoption.

Don't take your anger
out on them.

* *

- Can you see me?

Do you got a camera in here?

- Listen, I heard a scuffle,

and I want to make sure
everyone inside stays safe.

* *

- No.
No, no, no, no, no.

* *

[static buzzes]

Damn it.
Let's go.

- I'm done.

I can't trust you.

Bring me my son now,
or they both die!

* *

[phone clatters]

* *

- Get the team in position.

Initiate emergency assault.

- Copy.

* *

[device whirring]

- Damn it.

They barricaded
the second floor.

We can't get eyes on 'em.

- Stay down!

I should kill them just 'cause
you're screwing around.

Bring me my son now!

* *

- Sierra 2, in position
in the southeast building.

I've got a view on the Lawsons
tied up on the floor.

No clear angle of the suspect.

- Sierra 2, confirm
when you have a shot.

- Copy.

- Every second we waste,

the Lawsons are
in more danger.

I'm going in to talk to him.

* *

Lyle, my name is
Isobel Castille.

I'm the woman
you've been speaking with.

- You are gonna
bring me my son,

and I am leaving with him!

- Your son doesn't know that
he was stolen from you and Amy.

All he knows is
the family that has loved

and raised him his whole life.

- They're not his parents.

He--he's my child!

- Yes, but, Lyle,
you are a stranger to him.

And if you harm the people
who have raised him,

you will break his heart.

- No!

I have done all of this
for him!

- Lyle, there is no outcome
here that takes away your pain.

But right now,
you have a choice,

the choice to protect
your son from terrible grief.

- [panting]
I just want--

I just want to know him.

- I understand.

Your son needs his parents,
the ones he knows.

- But he's my son!

- That will always be true.

* *

Lyle?

* *

- This is Sierra 2.
I've got a shot.

Request clearance.

* *

- Hold, Sierra 2.

- Lyle, think about
what your son needs.

*

- Suspect is
extremely agitated.

- Sierra 2, hold.

* *

- Suspect has dropped the gun.

[somber music]

- [whimpers]

[screaming]

[sobbing]

[dramatic music]

* *

[gentle music]

* *

- Mom, Dad!

- Topher!
- Oh, God.

Oh!

- [sobbing]

- Oh!

* *

- This is a mess.

ERT is recovering
Catania's files,

but we've got to dig in,

identify the remaining
23 stolen children,

notify birth parents,
adoptive parents.

Not easy calls to make.
- No. The poor kids.

It's going to be confusing
really quick.

- I think confusing is
the best-case scenario.

The potential
custody battles...

- Amy Brewer did the
right thing for her son.

And in the end, so did Lyle.

I'd just like to think
that every parents will do

the right thing for the kids.

[sirens blaring]

- I'm right outside.
I just got here.

The line at Zitomer's
was humongous, but--

yeah, well, I got your stuff.

Uh-huh.

I, um--I'm gonna see you
in a second, promise.

Hey.
Fair warning, I'm armed.

- I just want to see my family.

We don't have to get
into all of it.

- No, I--
I have something to say.

- No, it's OK, Isobel.
- Rowan, please.

You came.

You made a sacrifice,
so here's mine.

We can go by your timeline,
all right?

And when your father
and I found each other,

things changed fast
for all of us.

We don't have to make it
official until

you and your sisters are ready.

- What if I'm never ready?

- Well, then I have failed
to earn your trust.

* *

- My mom hated this place.

- [chuckles]
Yeah.

I, um--
I also hate this place.

It's bad.
Your dad--

- I know.
He says it's a classic.

- It's not.
It's just old.

- [laughs]
- After you.

* *

[wolf howls]