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That was awesome. Can we do it again?

Uh, I need a break, Mason. Aren't you dizzy?

I'm not tall enough to go on without you. Oh...

Hey, how about that one?

Come on, that's for babies, Ilsa.

MAN: It's a bomb! Run!

What's going on?

GIRL: Mommy! Daddy!

Mason, run! Run!

All right, you guys ready?

KIDS: Ready!

All right, wow. Pretty tricky with all the masks.

And we changed other stuff, too. We got you, Carrie.

Yeah, this is gonna be pretty tough. I think I might be stumped.

Okay.

Well, you switched your shoes with tiger girl over here,

which is pretty tricky,

but you still have cotton candy on your dress.

Right, Ali? Ah, you got me!

Woo-hoo!

Gorilla, now you're a smart one

because you changed your T-shirt inside out

to hide the logo.

But I would recognize this awesome haircut anywhere, Daniel.

Pirate is Nick.

The giraffe is Maddie.

Woo-hoo!

How did you know all that?

Because I'm a sorceress. I'm a witch.

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Do you need some help? Who wants some pizza?

Pizza, pizza, pizza! GIRL: Me!

Come on, get in line for pizza. CARRIE: Whoo!

Who doesn't love pizza?

Thank you, Sandra.

Yeah, thank you. You know, I had a feeling

your special powers might come in handy. Ah!

Not to mention you're a hell of a lot cheaper than both the magician

and the guy with the snakes, so...

My brilliant niece only turns 11 once, right?

Hey, Al.

Hey.

Hey. Kid's name is Mason Allen.

Parents have been notified.

Uniforms are scouring the park, but so far, nothing.

One of the ride jockeys saw something wedged under the carousel,

thought it was a bomb,

turned out to be the operator's backpack, but caused a stampede.

And when it was over, Mason was gone.

Who was he with?

His nanny, Ilsa Ginya.

Ilsa, hi, I'm Carrie Wells. I'm a detective.

I'm gonna help you find Mason, okay?

What can you tell me about what happened right before you lost him?

I already told the officer.

I got knocked down when people started running.

They said I got knocked out. Now I can't find Mason.

He's only seven years old.

It's okay. Please, you have to help me find him.

Help me find him. Stay back.

It's okay. All right? We're going to find him.

Thank you.

Yeah, all right. I appreciate it. Thank you.

All right, so look. PD, FD, EMS,

whole alphabet soup out looking. So far, nothing.

No sign of Mason.

I'm thinking if he was taken, maybe it's a crime of opportunity.

Someone who sees the chaos of the bomb scare,

notices the kid running around, takes him?

Except, turns out, he's not just any kid. He's Kenneth Allen's kid.

Am I supposed to know who that is, or what?

You're supposed to know that Kenneth

and his wife Gwen's company, Protech,

made a small fortune in tactical protective wear.

They improved the old formula for Kevlar.

You know what, I did. I did hear that.

Apparently the NFL's supposed to be using

that in their helmets this year, right? Something like that?

Hey, just left the park. No sign of Mason.

Okay, check with the doorman, see if anyone

suspicious has been hanging around.

All right.

Mason loves Victorian Gardens.

We were just there last weekend, the three of us.

Mr. Allen, I have to ask you,

can you think of anyone who would want to hurt you?

I don't think so, no.

What about your employees?

Business, domestic, any personnel issues lately?

We have over 250 people working for us.

I mean, there's always issues, but...

Why are we talking about this?

We need to be looking for Mason.

Mr. Allen, we have to explore every possibility.

Is it possible someone else, a business rival maybe,

would have a grudge against you?

Well, I'm successful.

Success pisses people off sometimes.

But I play fair. We have a good company.

No.

There's no one I can think of who would do something like this.

Okay.

And, no. To save you the trouble, there's no one else.

Gwen and I are very much in love.

Believe me,

I wouldn't endanger my son's life for one second

by keeping anything from you.

I appreciate that.

CARRIE: He likes to read, huh?

Yeah. He gets that from me.

We love to just sit down and snuggle up with a good book.

Hansel and Gretel?

That's Grimm's Fairy Tales, his favorite.

Was he on his computer a lot?

Not a lot, no. He doesn't go online.

You don't think that that...

Listen, we don't know anything right now.

I just have to ask the questions, okay?

Oh, my God.

How can this be happening?

Okay.

AL: Okay, stay calm.

Keep him on the line as long as possible.

Who is this?

MAN: I have your son.

Please. Please don't hurt him.

MAN: I'll call back with further instructions.

No cops, no FBI.

I want to speak to my son. I want to know that he's okay.

MAN: Follow my instructions, and I'll return him to you safe and sound.

Blue watch and all.

Blue watch?

He was wearing that this morning.

We gave it to him for his birthday.

Hey, boss, you get anything on the nanny?

Been with the family since Mason was born. No record.

She's overcome by all this. Had to be hospitalized.

We're checking. I don't like her for it.

All right.

Hey. All right, we're set on the ransom.

You know they're asking for million bucks?

Not many people could swing that kinda dough in under an hour.

Not too many people own a private island in the Seychelles either.

That's true.

Follow the plan and you'll get your son back.

The caller was very specific. No cops.

Mr. Allen, believe me, we do this all the time. You gotta trust us.

I'm sorry, it's just...

This is my son's life we're talking about.

I understand.

Look, it's simple. You're making a transaction.

You give him what he wants, he gives us what we want.

My son is not some business transaction, Lieutenant.

I know it's impossible, but you gotta try to take away the emotion,

because that's what it is to him. Okay?

We'll be watching you, making sure you and Mason are safe.

Walk me through it again.

You take these bags into your car.

He'll be calling you with instructions for the drop-off.

We'll be listening. We will follow you wherever he tells you to go.

Whatever he asks for, you give him. Okay?

You ready? Yes.

Where are you? MAN: Anybody follow you?

No. Come to the platform above the pool.

You have five minutes.

KEN: Where?

Oh, shit! Shit!

Hello

Hey, dad is moving south in park. I have eyes.

Headed towards the pool.

Nice work. You made it. I want you to listen to me very carefully.

Leave the bags under the bench and step away.

Don't make a scene. Just calmly walk away.

You've come this far. I don't want your son to get hurt.

Allen Are you listening to me?

Give me my boy, you son of a bitch.

Where is my son?

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey. You stay here.

DENNY: Hey!

Hey!

Eastbound. Blue jeans. Gray and blue shirt.

Damn it!

Hey! Lost the suspect. Last seen near park exit.

He could be heading your way. Keep an eye out.

Check with the doorman, see if anyone

suspicious has been hanging around.

All right.

That car.

Al, I saw it outside the Allen place.

Show me your hands, now!

Put the car in park. Put it in park!

Get out.

Where is he? SEAN: I don't have him!

Where is he?

I don't have him, I never had him!

I just finished taking a lunch break in the park

when I heard all this screaming.

Something about a bomb.

It was crazy. You know, there was cop cars,

TV cameras, people all over.

Then somebody walks away with a kid.

And you didn't try to stop him?

I thought he was taking the kid to his parents.

How was I supposed to know it was a kidnapping?

How did you find out it was?

The kid's picture was all over the news.

I saw him on TV and I put two and two together.

Congrats on your brilliance.

Look, I didn't do anything wrong!

Lying to the police? Extortion?

You do realize you tried to cash in on this kid's disappearance.

You're looking at serious time here, Sean.

You gotta help me out, man.

Help yourself out.

Tell me what you saw.

The kid was taken away by a man. What did the guy look like?

Like some guy, you know?

No, I don't know! Tell me more! Details!

White guy. Baseball cap. Yankees, maybe.

Beard.

What else?

I did notice something. The kid, he...

He was kind of breathing heavy.

Like, breathing into his hands. Like this.

His seizures.

Mason has seizure disorder?

We got it under control with medication.

He hasn't had one in years. My God.

If he's having them again...

SANDRA: Hey, you have a minute? Sure.

All right. So, it looks like that idiot that you guys grabbed up in the park

was just looking for a payday. Okay.

Now, this officially could be a missing persons case.

Right. And we both know the stats on that one.

I'm gonna find him.

All right, well, you just need to prepare yourself.

I said I'm gonna find him.

Hey, guys? Another ransom call just came in.

It's to the Allens' home number.

Okay, stay calm.

And remember, we need proof of life.

Hello?

MAN: If you want to see your son alive,

you will listen to me very carefully.

Okay, just tell me what you want.

Two million. In cash.

I want to speak to my son.

I want to know that he's alive.

Your son is fine.

Put him on the phone.

MASON: Daddy?

Mason. It's Daddy. Are you okay?

MASON: I was a little sick but I'm better now.

Daddy, I want to come home. When are you...

MAN: Listen to me. You're gonna receive a text message.

Then you're gonna wire the money

into the account listed in the text.

When I receive the money, I'll give you your son.

Say goodbye, Mason.

MASON: Goodbye, Daddy. Mason?

JAY: Signal was jammed.

This guy knows what he's doing.

Mason just said, "I was a little sick."

Does your son know the name of his medication?

Clonazepam. Yeah, he knows it. Mmm-hmm.

Okay, but he doesn't have a prescription.

Jay, drugstore robberies in the last 24 hours.

On it.

Looks like there were two stores that got hit.

One in Queens, one up by Columbia.

Wait a minute.

That guy. That's him, right there.

There was a picture on Mason's computer.

That guy was in the background.

Do you know him?

I've never seen him before.

The picture was of Mason at a waterpark wearing green shorts.

He was running through the water. When was that?

Uh, about three weeks ago.

Okay. Al?

Give us a second.

That piece of shit was stalking Mason.

He's been planning this for weeks.

Waiting for the right opportunity to grab him.

Hey, guys. Security cameras outside the Duane Reade on 106th

picked up a car driving away from the scene at the time of the robbery.

Matches a brown 2002 Buick LeSabre

stolen yesterday from 92nd and Riverside.

New York plates. Right front hubcap is missing.

You put a BOLO out? Every eye in the city, boss.

Tracked the stolen Buick to this neighborhood.

Neighbor confirmed, suspect matching the screen-grab

was spotted entering the building.

All right, let's hope Mason's with him.

We're standing by. Okay.

Let's go.

He's not here.

Al?

Someone took him.

Dead man is Jason Lutz. No record.

Mostly blue-collar jobs around the city.

Well, I don't know what I'm going to tell the parents.

I mean, "Oh, we had the right guy,

"but then your son got kidnapped from the kidnapper."

That sounds like what may have happened.

Lutz was squatting in that apartment, by the way.

Do we have a last known address for Lutz?

Yup, living with his mom in Queens, and as far as I can tell,

unemployed for the past six months.

Which means he had a lot of free time on his hands.

And was desperate for cash.

Jay, see if you can find any links between Lutz and the Allens.

Neighbors heard a loud argument

coming from the apartment last night.

Makes sense. Inside looked like a tornado hit it.

Whoever killed Lutz went at it with him.

Did we find anything else in that apartment?

Got the boy's medicine bottle.

Which unfortunately means he no longer has his pills.

And a burner cell.

I'll take a look.

So we got two compound depressed skull fractures, blunt force.

Well, there was a broken table right next to the body.

Well, that'll do it.

We got Le Fort and mandibular fractures,

multiple lacerations, hematomas.

Whoever did this must have been pretty pissed off.

So now Lutz must have put up a struggle, right? Mmm-hmm.

He must have fought back. We got any blood from the other guy?

No, nothing yet, but check this out.

So I found a compound chemical on Lutz's clothing called acephate.

Now, it's commonly used by greenskeepers,

you know, in ballparks, golf courses,

keeps the bugs away.

Greenskeepers? Yeah, no, Lutz was unemployed.

Why acephate?

So, what are we thinking? Maybe the killer worked with this stuff?

Got some on Lutz during the struggle?

Sounds like you answered your own question.

I did. Not gonna help him, though.

Hey, boss? Yeah?

Lutz was definitely tracking the Allens.

His burner pinged from several locations around the city

which matched directly with the Allens' whereabouts on those days.

Okay. It'd be nice to know who he was calling.

We don't know who exactly, but we do know he called another burner phone,

and only that phone for the three weeks leading up to the kidnapping.

After that, nothing.

So, whoever he was calling was in on the plan.

And maybe was the guy who killed him.

But why go through the trouble of planning a kidnapping with someone,

only to kill the guy later?

What if Lutz and his killer planned the kidnapping together?

Right? Lutz's job is to track the kid.

But then the bomb scare gives him a window of opportunity.

He decides to act without his partner.

That way he doesn't have to split the ransom money.

Yeah, which really pisses off the other guy.

So Lutz goes to ground in his apartment,

hides Mason from us, and from his former partner.

So, if you're the man with the plan, right,

your former partner, he double-crosses you,

takes the kid, where is the first place you're gonna look?

Where Lutz lived. At his mom's place.

Jason was always getting into trouble.

It was that public school he went to.

Mrs. Lutz, did anybody come by the house

in the days before your son was killed?

Like who?

Friends, girlfriend, anything like that.

No. Nobody unusual?

Oh, wait, wait. There was someone.

Uh... This man, he was going door to door.

He said there was a rat problem in the neighborhood.

I told him I didn't have any rats, just roaches.

So, I let him in and he sprayed a little bit. Does that help?

Sure, yeah. Uh, did he give you a name?

Oh! Here. Uh...

He left his card. Yes, that's it.

Thanks.

Now I can't find Mason.

It's okay. Stay back.

Mrs. Lutz, when did this man come by your house?

Yesterday morning.

And he didn't tell you his name?

No.

Well, come to think of it, he kept asking about my son.

He wanted to know where he was living these days.

And I told him that Jason was staying with a friend out in Maspeth.

Mrs. Lutz, do you mind if I keep this card?

Uh... No.

Thank you. You've been very helpful.

Someone will show you out. Okay?

Right this way.

That bomb scare in the park, I saw a guy.

He had this exact logo on his shirt.

Queen of Hearts Exterminators. Yeah.

And Delina's report? Acephate.

An insecticide, Al.

Okay, so Jason Lutz got four calls from a burner cell

in the hour before Mason was kidnapped. Didn't take any of them.

The exterminator must have gotten nervous

when he suspected Lutz was scrapping the plan,

taking the kid on his own.

So he went to the park, he didn't find them there,

then he goes to Jason's mom's house.

She gives him Maspeth. He must have known the place.

It looks like they got 15 employees at the exterminator company.

It's okay. Stay back.

Right there. Him.

Name's Jim Garrett. Got an address over in Queens.

Hillside Ave. Let's go.

Another ransom call just came in,

this time for $3 million in cash,

and a threat on the boy's life if Allen doesn't pay up.

Well, Garrett already killed Lutz.

What's to stop him from killing Mason?

No sign of the boy?

Who is this?

MAN: I have your son.

Please don't hurt him.

MAN: I'll call back with further instructions.

No cops, no FBI.

KEN: I want to speak to my son. I want to know that he's okay.

Al? Yeah?

This trophy, it belongs to Kenneth Allen.

He was in Allen's house. I saw a bunch of these behind his desk.

One was missing. This one.

Why would Garrett steal a worthless trophy?

Because it wasn't worthless to him.

DENNY: We got eyes on the suspect. He's near the building.

Hey, put the camera on those garages.

DENNY: Signs of life in the garage, in the garage.

Police! Freeze! I got him. Go. Go, go, go!

Mason?

Jim Garrett, you're under arrest.

I was just gonna walk my dog.

Okay, first of all, that thing is not a dog,

all right? What is that? A wolverine?

You have no grounds to arrest me.

We'll start with cruelty to animals.

We'll work our way up to kidnapping when we get downtown.

We checked the entire apartment building,

the surrounding area, nothing.

No sign of Mason. All right, keep looking.

SANDRA: She just went in.

All right. What do we know about Garrett?

Recently divorced. Fallen on some pretty rough financial times.

Actually, never really had good financial times either.

How recently divorced?

JAY: Finalized a year ago. Could have set him off.

Looks like his wife was the only good thing going for the guy,

uh, but when Garrett's life went south, she headed out west.

I've been trying to reach her, but no luck.

Apparently she's out in Moab, Utah, living in a yurt.

Criminal record?

From what I can see, guy's clean.

No, not really.

I mean, we still have a strong case for burglary.

Right? He must have broken into the Allens' to get that award.

Family is on their way in.

CARRIE: Jason Lutz.

If you say so.

What? You've never seen him before?

No.

That's really quite interesting because he was found murdered,

and I think you killed him.

You're throwing some pretty wild accusations at me here, okay?

I... I murdered someone? I... I kidnapped a little boy?

That's right.

You know, I saw

the kid on Channel 2.

A nice-looking boy. Hope they find him.

I'm gonna find him.

Would you make it quick? So I can get out of here.

Yeah, that's not how it's gonna work, Jim.

You know, I...

I understand that this is a big case for you people.

I get it. Yeah.

But you brought me down here without any proof.

I haven't done anything wrong.

What kind of police work is that?

You've got the wrong guy.

Oh, my God.

Do you know him?

KEN: That's Jim.

Jim Garrett.

We were in grad school together for a while.

Is there a story in that?

Jim couldn't hack it. He dropped out.

When's the last time you saw him?

I haven't seen him. Not once in 25 years.

Carrie, he knows Allen.

They were in school together.

What's your relationship to Kenneth Allen?

Ken Allen? Well.

Whoo! Oh, there's a blast from the past.

Uh, well, Ken Allen. Well, you know, we were good friends.

I haven't seen him in a while.

So you weren't aware that his son is the missing boy?

Oh, no.

No. Wow, no.

Poor Ken, he must be really suffering right now.

Well...

Funny, in a way. I can understand his pain.

How's that?

I...

I know how much it hurts

to have something taken away from you.

Right.

Which is why you took something away from him, right?

I had nothing to do with it.

I'm talking about the trophy.

The Prometheus science trophy.

Awarded to Hudson University's most

brilliant Science and Engineering student.

That?

I mean, I bet you thought you should have won it. Right?

Look.

Ken was, you know, a great guy,

but, well, he was always just a bit dim when it came to the science.

If I'm being honest,

he was always a couple of steps behind when we worked together.

I had to, you know, carry the ball, so to speak.

That's ridiculous. He's delusional.

But you two did work together?

Yes. I mean, nothing groundbreaking, I was in my 20s.

We were just scratching the surface back then.

And then you became Kenneth Allen,

CEO of one of the biggest chemical corporations in New York,

and he became Jim Garrett, exterminator.

And that's my fault?

Not saying that.

I'm just trying to understand what makes this guy tick.

It was the discoveries I made after grad school that put me on the map,

not some Bunsen burner experiments in a college lab.

He's insane.

CARRIE: What were you doing in his house?

Well, they had a bit of a bug problem,

and, you know, they called the pest control company.

I happen to work there,

so when I saw their request for services,

I thought I'd step in

and rid them of their worries.

So, what, did you just

do your work and then snatch the trophy,

walk out with it on your way out?

I thought it would look good on my living room table.

You do know burglary is a crime?

Actually, it's not burglary

unless you enter the home with the intent to commit a felony therein.

"Therein"? Wow! What are you, a damn lawyer?

You work for a bug company.

You're a smart guy, uh, Jim?

The best you're gonna get on me is petty theft.

I'll do a little community service, I'll be fine.

Now, how about you let me go home?

The only place you're going is to jail.

I know you murdered Jason Lutz, I know you kidnapped Mason.

Well, you're right about one thing.

I am a pretty smart guy.

I figure any lawyer worth his salt

will have no problem getting me off.

It's probably pretty difficult to get a conviction

when you already have a prime suspect.

Especially one who happens to be dead,

like, uh, what's his name?

Uh...

Lutz.

Juries, when they get confused...

"Boop boop!"

If there's a human side to you at all, I want you to hear me.

That little boy needs medication or he's going to die.

Tell me where he is.

I don't know where he is.

But, speaking hypothetically,

wherever he is, exposed to the elements, no food or water,

I don't see little Mason surviving much longer.

It's a shame that his clever father

couldn't devise some way to save him.

SANDRA: You can't be serious. I'm completely serious.

Put Kenneth Allen in the room with Jim Garrett.

That's extremely unorthodox, even for you,

not to mention it's illegal.

Look, he can stonewall me all day.

And he's right. What do we have?

I mean, the closest thing we've got is that he lied about Lutz

because he left his card at Lutz's mother's house.

And there's the theft of the trophy.

That's all it is, petty theft.

This entire case against him is circumstantial and he knows it.

This guy is a criminal. He's guilty.

I know he's guilty but Mason is gonna die!

He needs his medication... She's right.

If Jim Garrett can see his old friend face to face, in the flesh,

he might make a mistake.

All right.

I will bring it up to Allen.

But if this goes south, I'm pulling him out.

You sure you know what you're doing?

No.

But it's the only chance we got.

Well, hello, Ken.

It's been a while.

Yes.

Long time.

Yeah, too long.

How's the family?

You know how they are.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry to hear about your boy.

Must be quite a shock. Hmm... Must...

Must hurt really bad.

Jim...

It surprises me though, to be honest,

that someone of your success,

big-time innovator like yourself,

would have time to care about such things as family.

He's all I care about.

You've changed.

How so?

Hmm. Well, you know, you used to be so forward-thinking,

driven to make it, change the world, all that stuff.

Well,

people can change.

I suppose you think I've changed.

I don't know.

I remember we had a few laughs in college,

but it's been a while.

Oh. Yes, we did.

We had some good times, Ken. We did.

Remember Mr. Harrison's class? You remember that?

When I, when I rigged the titration lab?

He was not expecting HDL.

I still remember the look on his face.

But you kept a secret though. You didn't turn me in.

We were lab partners, we were supposed to look out for each other.

That's right.

We were supposed to look out for each other.

Mmm-hmm.

Like, when you

took credit for all of our work.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Prometheus?

Thief of Fire.

Does it ring a bell, Ken?

Hmm?

You stole

my ideas and you pawned them off as your own.

What ideas?

No, tell me.

Tell me.

You know just as well as I do, Ken.

No, I don't.

I wanna know.

Tell me, what did you contribute?

Formulas?

Equations?

You are still a pompous ass, Ken. You were then, you are now.

Even with your son's life hanging in the balance.

Carrie, no, I want him out. No, not yet.

I want him out. Not yet, not yet.

You didn't take the risks that I did.

You sit there accusing me of stealing from you?

Ken, you haven't changed a bit.

Neither have you. You're still the same scared little man.

You took what was mine!

You are pathetic!

You were afraid of the dark!

You wouldn't even get your feet wet! Do you remember that?

Go, go, go. You took it!

You tell me where my son is!

Tell me!

You tell me where my son is!

Oh, my God. I'm sorry. Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

It's okay, honey. You're just trying to help.

Yeah, and I made it worse. No.

You did great. Now listen.

You said something in there,

that he was afraid of the dark, afraid to get his feet wet.

What did you mean?

Well, a lot of what we were doing,

working with combustible materials,

highly flammable compounds, testing ignition points,

you couldn't always use the school labs.

So you two would go somewhere?

Yeah, we looked for abandoned buildings, warehouses,

places where people couldn't hear us, people wouldn't bother us.

We finally found a spot,

but you had to walk through abandoned sewage tunnels.

And there was water in the tunnels?

Yeah, and Jim was afraid to step in it. It became kind of a joke.

Jim was afraid to get his feet wet.

Said the water was swimming with bacteria.

Can you tell us where that was?

Some factory. I don't remember where, exactly.

No sign of the boy?

Listen, we're gonna keep working on Garrett.

We will find your son, I promise you.

Please. Can you come with me, please?

Al, I know where he is.

Brook Glassworks, building 23.

Jim Garrett took a picture with his wife posing out front of that building.

He must have told her that that's where him and Allen did all the work

that Allen took credit for.

I'll stay with Garrett.

He's already rattled. He might give us something else.

You go, but listen to me.

When you get down there, I'll be in your ear.

No place I'd rather have you.

Go get the boy.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CONVERSATIONS)

The building is not safe.

That's why I gotta get in there.

We have to shore it up. We need an hour.

I don't have an hour!

Mason!

Mason!

Mason!

Oh, boy. Okay.

Mason!

I'm a police officer. Can you hear me?

Al?

I'm right with you. What do you see?

A lot of tunnels.

Carrie, what is it? Do you see something?

Jelly beans.

AL: What?

Jelly beans, Al. I saw them at Lutz's apartment.

Mason's?

Lutz must have given them to him.

He likes to read, huh?

Hansel and Gretel?

Grimm's Fairy Tales. That's his favorite.

Way to go, Mason.

Al?

Remember Hansel and Gretel? Trail of breadcrumbs?

Well, Mason's leaving his own trail.

Carrie, you there?

Carrie, I'm losing you.

Carrie?

Mason.

It's okay. It's okay.

Listen to me.

I'm a police officer, and I'm here to help you.

The other man said he was a police officer, too, but he was bad.

Well, I'm not bad, Mason.

You know, I have your mom and your dad outside.

And they're waiting for you and they miss you.

Now, listen to me.

I want you to step forward and jump into my arms,

and I'm gonna take you right to them, okay?

I'm scared.

I need you to trust me. I need you to be brave.

I don't wanna let go.

You like superheroes, right, Mason?

Yeah, a lot.

Mason, you know, they get scared too sometimes.

They do? Yeah.

Because being brave, it's really, really hard.

You know what makes me brave, Mason?

My badge.

Really? Yeah.

Now, I'm gonna give it to you, and it's gonna make you brave.

Here you go.

I want you to jump to me,

and we can be heroes together.

You can do this.

I need you to jump to me.

Okay. Go! Go!

Okay.

MASON: Mom!

Oh, my God!

Okay. GWEN: Baby.

Oh, thank you.

You're welcome.

My sweet boy. My sweet boy. Mr. and Mrs. Allen...

Right this way, please.

Carrie, you there?

Yeah, Al! I thought you'd given up on me.

Never. I heard Mason's safe.

Great work.

Well, it really helped having your voice in my ear.

Need anything? Oh, I don't know.

A foot rub and a tub of tequila.

Done and done.

Carrie. Yeah?

Family wants to talk to you.

Okay.

Hey.

I don't know how we can ever thank you.

Well, Mason did most of the work.

Can I talk to the police lady?

Sure. Please.

Hey, how you feeling?

Good. Maybe a little tired.

Well, I'm not surprised. You went through a lot.

Hey, what you did with the jelly beans, that was really smart.

Thank you for saving my life.

Well, it's part of my job.

The best part of my job. You know that?

Maybe when I grow up, I can be a police officer just like you.

I think you would make a great police officer, Mason.

You call me when you're ready, okay?

Okay?

Hey, thank you.

Why are you thanking me?