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

Thanks, Pete.

See you, Carmen.

Vector, tell Jimmy I said good luck on the SATs.

Hey,

Stevens. How we doing tonight, Carmen?

Or should I say this morning?

You should.

Let's see. 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 a spot check in the day, so... Oh, come on. I'm just a regular

Girl Scout.

Plus, I gotta be like a racehorse.

Hmm? All right.

Hey.

Best to your mother.

You are such a gentleman.

Make sure the wife gets one of those purses before you move them.

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.

If you scratch my hood, we're going to 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.

Well, congratulations. You made us late.

This sandwich was worth it, no? Hell yeah. I got an 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 would be the right thing to do today and every day.

You didn't read the email, did you?

No, I don't like emails. They're annoying.

Well, this is going to be fun.

What's going to be fun?

Thanks to your hard work, MPU leaves 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. Yep. Yes.

Why would they give...

Ben at the big chair.

And that's why you check your emails.

Uh, but if he checked his emails, I would have missed his look on his face,

which is wildly entertaining. Look at you.

What floor is the shooting range on? Again, I'm going to go put holes in

stuff now.

Oh, hi.

Is this MPU?

It is. And that woman is in charge, apparently.

Hi, I'm Detective Adebayo. How can I help you today?

Carmen was going to 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 co-workers?

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.

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. 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. I mean, it's either that or I have another one of

those fantastic bagels, but to be honest with you, I am carved out.

There's a reason for our closure, right?

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

No, thank you.

Of course.

Where can we find Agent Stevens?

Down here?

Thanks.

Well, this is pretty exciting. The Wicked Witch's first case.

Yo, I thought you and Bennett made up after the ring bearer case. We made up.

We made up because I thought I was never going to see her again, okay?

But this is the 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 is 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. Ray Seasons. I love to Ray Seasons, bro.

Agent Stevens, Philly MPU.

We've got to 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 Ashe.

Why are you asking?

Because she's missing, that's why.

Wait, you serious?

Yeah, 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 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.

It's like knockoff handbags or fake ED pills.

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

Well, not quite.

She's missing, remember?

Yeah, she shifts over. Can you show us her car?

Hey, I like what you have done with the place.

Is that your husband?

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

Okay, that's interesting.

Mike told me that Carmen has been slipping goodies through customs, which

gives us potential motive.

Yeah, and I 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 is 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 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. Customs lot would have plenty of coverage.

Natalie said that she went missing at 6.45 this morning.

Okay. We got a problem here.

Got a malfunction?

No.

Daylight in the corners.

Somebody paintballed 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.

Are you kidding me?

Who the hell's in charge here?

Who the hell's asking?

FBI Supervisory Special Agent Vince Kelly.

Lieutenant Gabrielle Bennett.

How come we helped the feds today?

If you need a parking ticket fixed, that would be third floor.

You put out an alert for Carmen Esch?

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.

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.

Her real name is Maria Barbarian. She's one of my most prolific UCs.

Maria went under as Carmen a year ago.

That's a long stretch undercover.

The intel's 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 built cases around Carmen's work at the airport.

Not for nothing, but this could have 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 UC 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.

Car's still in the parking lot. There's 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, then skip the big footing.

Let me handle it.

You'll share your leads?

Of course.

You'll give me access to her case files?

Reluctantly.

I'll make some calls.

Oh, 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.

Looks like you want up 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, 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 ID him. Don't bother.

That's Jimmy Madsen. Freaking creep.

You know him?

Homicide likes him for a stack of murders over the years, but can't make

anything stick.

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

I mean, she looks pretty calm.

You think he turned her? Possible.

What do we know about Maria Barbarian?

Did her financials tell us anything?

Bank account 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 We'll bring him in see if

he can fill in any of the blanks. Mm-hmm.

I Like your desk Sittings in smoking hmm.

She likes my desk Your teachers pet jealousy is 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 mentioned 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, a laptop? Did she leave

anything behind?

No.

How did she seem the last time you saw her?

Anything out of the ordinary?

Wait, is she in some kind of trouble?

Why do you ask?

Because I'm here.

I mean, 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?

But she never told me.

Well, she wouldn't be allowed to.

And now the FBI has lost contact with her, and we're going to 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. Well, 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.

Now you're telling me she's in danger?

We're gonna find her.

Let's go.

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 need to deliver out of the country ten hours ago.

And my go-to transporter got pinched in an ATF right. 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're one of those crooks with a code.

It matters.

Fair enough.

Keys.

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 arm in showing me, then.

Ditch the package? Are you for real?

Yeah, you understand my urgency.

So, what do you think?

I'll take the job.

You should drink some.

It's okay, it's sealed.

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 going to 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 police scanners and there's a bolo out of my car.

They're on to you? On to 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 going to be alright, alright? You just

stick with me.

You know what?

This needs to stay.

My grandparents had tons of these in their apartment.

I loved playing with them.

Fed's working theory is Madsen grabbed Carmen short notice to order 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 got to eat.

Exactly. So Matador Pizza took an order from him last night for two large

pepperoni pizzas with extra cheese and one small margarita. 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.

Get Jason and Mike out there. They're already on their way.

Got any more rabbits you want to pull out of your hat?

No, not yet. But can I ask you something?

Sure.

Your speech this morning, it 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 them 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, bagels

sucked. They were soft and pasty.

Kind of like you.

I love to racisms with you, bro. You know that. But she basically admitted.

Bennett admitted to riding our coattails. Yeah, well, you could still

be effective riding coattails.

Just ask Phil Jackson.

We do kind of have a Pippin Jordan thing going on, don't we?

It's more like Jordan and Steve Kerr.

I'm offended.

You started it. That's like, what are you saying? Kerr's got rings.

He's got rings from hitting threes when no one was guarding him. Yeah, well,

we're here.

So don't miss, Steve.

All right, Pippin.

That's Madsen's ride from this morning.

You good?

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.

Hey, 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 margarita pizza, it was for her.

They kidnapped a kid and a federal agent.

I spoke with Cincy Petey. 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 karma fits in. Yes, Maria's mother is on a flight here. Where can I find

Lieutenant Bennett?

This can't be good.

You must really hate telephones.

So I have news.

Okay, I'm listening.

MPU services are no longer needed. You can stand down. Stand down?

Why? There's a little kid at risk.

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. 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 Manson 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.

Wait! Agent Kelly! I'm sorry.

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 shut, so she used my laptop.

All right, I'll grab Kimmy, see if she can figure out what website she

accessed. I already did.

I checked the user history, and I found this.

That must be her login.

Yeah, but there's no password. And I tried all the ones I know about.

We share some for bills and streaming accounts.

Did you pick them, or did she?

She did. Why? Because in Maria's line of work, they don't really write down

passwords. They all have a system, a way to keep them siloed out, but memorable.

She's a baseball fan.

She played shortstop in high school back in Boston. She's obsessed with the Red

Sox. Most of her passwords are Red Sox players. That's pretty smart. The last

name, a jersey number, that usually works for a password requirement.

Look, I tried all the Red Sox players she uses. None of them worked. No, no,

no, no. 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 Turner 13 with a capital T.

It worked.

Attaboy, Trey.

Well, this can't be right.

There's no outgoing messages.

The inbox is empty.

The spam folder's full.

There's got to be a dead account.

Damn it!

I can't lose her, man. Isaiah, look, I know this is brutal, but I'm not losing

her either.

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 got to stick together, okay?

Hey, Maria.

I promise I'm not going to 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 turnoff for

most of my connects. Find someone.

Or we walk away poorer.

All of us.

Okay, 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. Very much something.

I found a second drafts folder buried all the way down here, and voila.

And that'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 our handler had the account name and

password, they could sign in, read a message, sign out, and there's no

digital trail. Like a virtual bulletin board.

You know, it'd have been nice if Agent Kelly would have mentioned this. There

was one draft message that was time-stamped ten minutes ago.

Maverick at 1500.

But no clue what that means.

Well, maybe our case file will explain it.

Agent Kelly pulled our access, so... Yeah, well, Jason says he has a

workaround. Let's go.

That should be good.

You printed them out? 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 at 1500 means?

I mean, 1500's gotta be 3 o'clock.

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.

Mm-hmm.

There you go.

Okay, give me a minute.

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

Hey.

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 going to 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

going to 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?

So Carmen's draft message was about a meet-up at 3 p.m. with a pilot named

Peter Wilson.

She's used him before. They do business at a bar called Wings and Tails.

So she's arranging an introduction between Madsen and the pilot. Yep, then

I'm going to take his place.

How do you plan on doing that?

What are we stopping this guy for again?

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. He also ran a stop sign back there.

What? I didn't see a stop sign.

Well, that's probably why you missed it. Look, are you going to 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 got a real scofflaw here, huh?

All right, Sergeant. Well, unfortunately, we're going to have to

impound this guy's bike.

Are you serious? Yep.

Hands behind your back. Let's go.

You really arrested me? Well, no. We're detaining you. There's a big difference.

No, there isn't.

Come on.

We'll take care of your bike. Let's go.

Be careful, will you? Yeah, I'll be very careful. Let's go.

We're on the clock, Carmen.

Would you relax? He'll be here.

Come on.

Hey.

It's been a while.

Last time I saw you was at Isaiah's.

You just heard about the baby.

Peter. Yeah.

Yeah, you've lost weight since then.

I probably recognize you. Yeah, thank you. I put down the donuts, you know

what I mean? Yeah. How you doing?

No? Okay.

Carmen tells me you're ready.

That's, uh, second to last booth on the end there.

Okay, well, stay ready.

Copy that.

I'm 30 seconds out if anything goes sideways.

What the hell's going on?

Will you just relax?

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. Not while I'm flying.

Peter saw it that way. So I hear.

Walk me through it. Philly to Ecuador. What's your route?

We got two options.

I'm gonna need a 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?

Because 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, we needed a Hail Mary. This is it.

File the flight plan.

Get your plane ready.

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

I'll get the car.

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. Ken! 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 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.

Why don't you not leave him waiting, and I will meet you out there, okay?

Okay.

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.

Ms. Corby.

I'm Lieutenant Bennett.

I'm leading the search for your daughter.

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. We're all fueled up. Where's the cargo?

All right, bring her in.

It's a passenger.

Start the plane.

Okay.

All right, Mike, 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.

All right, in the center of the console is a switch labeled main power.

Hit that first.

Okay, I did that.

Next, you got to turn on the engine starters one at a time. To the left of

the controls, just below.

Now. The sick yellow switches, starting with recog, your left.

Okay.

You okay, sweetie?

I don't want to be here.

It's all going to be okay, okay? I promise.

Yeah.

I'll call you back.

Just do what I tell you. I know this is scary, but it's gonna be okay. Who the

hell are you?

Whoa! Matt, 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 on the manifest for Peter's plane. He's mistaken.

Mike, you need to move now.

Jay, if we move in right now, he's going to take the girl. You don't roll now.

Carmen's dead, okay? I'll buy us a minute. Move now.

Hey, hey, watch him.

Look, your people have bad information, okay? You came to me. I'm working for

you, remember?

I did not ask for this.

Stop calling yourself.

Plan B.

Hold on, hold on, just hold on a second. You should see my face in the north. I'm

not going to debate this. Get in the van.

She's behind the car!

Hey!

Up here!

Coming in hot.

How you doing?

This isn't gonna cut it.

We don't have a lot of options.

I'm gonna dry spire. That's a terrible option. Don't do that.

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.

Maybe someone should go get the kid.

Through my ribcage, my ribcage.

Some nights I'm just a million broken pieces singing

on a stage.

But every day that I don't hide myself away to me

is a tiny victory.

You scared me half to death.

Oh, 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 NPU 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

task.

I love you.

Okay.

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 named twins, kiddo. We kept each other safe. You know, your daughter is

very brave.

This is for you.

So you remember me.

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

Hey, Jason.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

Sure.

You aren'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 am. I gotta go walk a dog.

Okay, great. Fair enough.

Um, but just not before I give you this.

What is this?

I just airdropped you a voice memo.

that I made earlier.

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.

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... was a start.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

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

I'm going to delete it.

I deleted it.

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