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Really? Right now?

Chill out, all right? It keeps me steady.

Someone's here.

Quiet as a mouse, aren't you?

Please.

No. No!

No!

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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.

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.

No offense.

OK, listen, I have to take this,

but we can talk more later.

I gotta get to class.

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.

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.

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?

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?

FBI. Stop!

- Ugh. - Hey!

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.

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!

Shots fired. Shots fired.

Go, go, go, go!

Get in.

Go, go, go, go, go!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

- FBI! - Federal agents!

We need an ambo, now. Cover me.

Hey, hey!

Dr. Rusk.

Dead.

Hands where I can see them now!

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?

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?

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!

Hold, I got him. Got him.

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?

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.

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.

No, he's not here.

That's him...

with the Lawsons.

That's my son.

Look at him.

So big, so happy.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Listen, you did the right thing.

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

I did it for him.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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?

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!

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.

Damn it. Let's go.

I'm done. I can't trust you.

Bring me my son now, or they both die!

Get the team in position.

Initiate emergency assault.

Copy.

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.

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.

Mom, Dad!

- Topher! - Oh, God.

Oh!

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.

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.

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.

After you.