All language subtitles for FBI Most Wanted S04E17 The Miseducation Of Metcalf 2

- I can't study at your place.

- [laughs]

- Your dorm smells
like dirty socks and farts.

- Ah, all college dorm rooms
smell like that.

- Come on. My place.

- Is your brother still there?

- Probably.

It's temporary.

- Yeah, you've been
saying that for a while now.

- I don't understand why you
have such a problem with it.

I mean, Maya and Bethany don't,
and they're my roommates.

- You notice
he's all over them?

- Actually,
it's the other way around.

And why do you care?
- I don't. I just--[groans]

You live in campus housing,
and your brother is--

I just don't want you
to get in trouble.

- Admin's not
gonna find out.

God, you're such
a rule-follower.

I love that about you.

- Forget all these books.

I'll tell you what
you need to know.

We coexist.

And this creates
a social contract.

You follow me so far?

- Oh, I follow, baby.

- And this social contract
that we all have

is secondary to the individual.

What really matters is the self
above all, above society.

And it's through
valuing ourselves

that we fight
for our happiness.

- Whatever.

- What, you aren't willing
to fight for what's good?

- I think a little Ayn Rand
goes a long way.

- A lot of people
valued her words.

They built a statue to her book

right in the heart
of Rockefeller Center.

- No, they didn't.

It's a statue of Atlas,
not "Atlas Shrugged."

- Dev, just leave it.

- Wow.

You must really think
you know a lot,

being where
you come from and all.

- [chuckles]
I'm from New Jersey.

- I mean where you're
really from originally.

[tense music]

I've seen the world, met a lot
of different kinds of people,

and almost to a man,
everybody wants to be happy.

And it's on each of us to
determine what makes us happy.

You--you, for example.

You make me happy.

- And you me.

You are all I want.

- What about me?

- You, Bethany,
are a work in progress.

If you wanna be
a part of our family,

you need to self-actualize.

Get rid of your baggage
and be a woman.

It's like this.
[clears throat]

I would die for you,

but I couldn't
and wouldn't live for you.

You know what that means?

- Not really.

- Like I said,
work in progress.

You'll get there.

Let's go.
- Mm-hmm.

[both chuckle]

- Bethany, where are you going?

- I'm going to party.

You should try it sometime,
Dev.

[computer chimes]

- You still up?

- Yeah, just catching up
on some things.

- What things?

- Work stuff.

- At 3:00 in the morning?

- Is it?
- Yeah, it is.

- I must have
lost track of time.

- All right.

Keep it down out here,
all right?

- [chuckles]

Good night.

[keyboard clacking]

[soft heartfelt music]

♪

[pounding at door]

- Open up.

Let's go.

Open up.

- I'm coming.

Mr. Addison, what are you--
- Where is he?

- Who?
- Your brother.

- What? Patrick!

- Son of a bitch.
That's my daughter.

- Dad, stop, stop, stop!

Dad, please!

Patrick!

Stop, please!

[shouting]

Dad! Oh, my God.

Dad, what are you doing here?

What the hell?

- Oh, my God! Jesus!
- No, no, no.

- [grunts] Leave me alone.
- Dad, please.

Stop. Stop!
- Son of a--

- Patrick.
Patrick, get out of here!

- Give me the gun.
Give me--give me the gun!

Now! Now!

[gunshot]
- [screams]

No!

[tense music]

♪

- One hour ago, homicide
and double kidnapping

in a dorm room at Kincaid
College in Connecticut.

- Ingrid was thinking
of applying there.

- Three roommates live there:
Carly Cassidy, Bethany Storm,

and Maya Addison.

DOA on the floor
is Maya's father, Paul.

Bethany's dad
was also attacked,

and he's at Berkshire Hospital
with a serious head injury.

- We know who did this?

- His name is Patrick Cassidy,
Carly's brother,

32-year-old ex-con currently
on parole for armed robbery.

- What the hell was he doing
at the college?

Is he a student there?

- No, Carly told campus police
he was just visiting.

Apparently,
there was something going on

with him, Bethany, and Maya,

and when their dads showed up
to confront them about it,

he assaulted them
and kidnapped their daughters.

Fled in Maya's red Toyota,
BOLO's out.

- What kind of thing
going on between them?

- That's what we need
to find out.

You and Kristin
take the crime scene.

Ray and Hana, cover Bethany's
mom at the hospital.

I'm gonna go talk to Patrick
Cassidy's parole officer.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

I just stayed up late working.

I fell asleep on the couch.

My neck's all sore.

- Here, try this.

Always helps me
with a hangover.

- Thanks.

[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]

- You guys have it all wrong.

Patrick's not the bad guy here.
He's the victim.

- What do you mean by that?

- The gun,
that wasn't Patrick's.

It was Maya's dad who pulled
the gun on my brother.

Tell her.
- Uh, yeah, that's true.

- It only went off
because Patrick was trying

to get it away from him.

- Is that what you saw?

- I don't know.

I mean, it was
really hard to tell.

- Dev, come on.
He was just defending himself.

- Then why did he run,
and why did he force Maya

and Bethany to go with him?

- He didn't--they went with him
because they wanted to.

- They wanted to go
with an ex-con

who just attacked
both their fathers

and shot one of them dead?

Carly, that's murder.

- Wait.

Your brother was in prison?

- It was--it was
a long time ago.

- He's been on parole
for six months.

[suspenseful music]

- Patrick wasn't just visiting.

He's been here for,
like, two months now.

- Doing what?

- Annoying people.

He claimed he was
auditing classes.

He'd just use the gym
and sneak in the cafeteria

and munch off
people's meal cards.

- And Carly was okay with that?

- He's the only family she has.

You know,
their parents are dead,

and they grew up
in foster care.

Patrick's older then Carly,
and she idolizes him,

but I didn't like him.

- Why is that?

- I mean, he's weird and--
and full of it, and--

and he's got Bethany
and Maya wrapped

around his little finger.

- And is he dating one of them?

- It's both.

And neither of them
seem to mind.

It's like they're under some
type of spell or something.

You know, I should have
just told Admin,

but I didn't wanna
get Carly in trouble.

- So you told Maya
and Bethany's parents.

- I figured they should know
what's going on, right?

It was easy enough
to get their emails.

- And that's why
their dads showed up.

- I feel terrible.

But I didn't know
they were gonna do that.

And I didn't know that
Patrick was an ex-con

and people could get
shot and kidnapped.

- So the girls
didn't go willingly.

- Maya's hard to say, okay?

But Bethany, definitely not.

Patrick pointed the gun at her.
She didn't wanna go.

[monitor beeping]

- Mrs. Storm.

I'm Agent Gibson.
This is Agent Cannon.

We're sorry about your husband.

How's he doing?

- He--he has a bad concussion.

And they're worried
about swelling in his brain.

- We know how hard
this is for you,

but we do need to talk
to you about what happened.

- Okay.

Uh, uh,

last night,
when I got the email,

I was afraid to show Dan.

He's so controlling,
and Bethany's always

been Daddy's little girl.

But they've been
arguing a lot lately.

- About what?

- Last month,
Bethany said she wanted a car.

Dan sent her $5,000,
but she never bought the car.

She just kept the money.

Then a couple of nights ago,
they were arguing

about what classes
Bethany wanted to take,

and Dan said that
somebody was putting

crazy ideas in her head.

And Bethany denied it,
of course,

but when I got Dev's email
and I saw that some strange man

was staying in her dorm
and sleeping in her room,

I knew I had to tell him.

- And this email--

it's the first time you've
ever heard of Patrick Cassidy?

[phone ringing]
- Yes. Yes.

She never mentioned him.

Oh, my God. It's her.
What should I do?

- Answer it.
Put it on speaker.

Stay calm.
Now, ask her where she is.

Try to get a precise location.

- Okay.

Bethany, oh, my God.

Are you okay?

- Mom, I'm scared.

- It's okay, baby.
Where are you?

- Is Dad okay?

- He'll be fine.

Where are you?

- I don't know.
We've been driving.

Patrick--

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

- What are you doing?
Get out of here.

Get out of here!
- Bethy.

Bethy, honey?

- [screaming] Please don't.

You're hurting me!

- Get out!

- Shut up!

Shut--shut up.

- [crying]

- Bethy, honey?

- Pinged a tower in Amston.

They've gotta be
within a three-mile radius.

- I'll set a perimeter.
He's on to her, though.

They're probably already
on the move.

- Oh, my God.

What's he gonna do to her?

- I told you no cell phones.
- I know.

- Then why'd you
make me hurt you?

You know I don't wanna do that!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just wanted to know
if my dad's okay.

- My dad's dead
and I didn't call anyone.

- That's right.
That's right, that's right.

Look, you knew what
the plan was, Bethany.

You said you were in.
- I am.

I just got scared.

I didn't think it was
going to be till later.

- Well, our dads upped the
timing on that, didn't they?

♪

Is that another
phone call you made?

To tell them about Patrick?

- Maya, no.

I didn't tell them. I swear.

- Your father's love
isn't real, Bethany.

To him, you're just
another investment,

like a prized possession
he can pluck off the shelf,

like one of his vintage wines
and show off to his friends.

♪

- No. No.

- Perfect.
- Don't hurt me.

- Perfect daughter
at the perfect college

with the perfect major.

He'll tell you what job
to get, who to marry.

He'll probably even
pick your house.

It'll never be about
your happiness.

It'll always be about his.

Your mom can't help, either.

She's just as weak as you are.

- I say we get rid of her.

She's not good enough
for this family.

- Yes, I am.

I already helped
with the $5,000.

- We need more than
just your money, Bethany!

We need your heart!
- Patrick!

- And I don't think
you have it to give!

- Please.

I don't want to go back
to my parents.

I want to stay with you

and be happy.

- Then prove it.

- How?

I'll do anything.

[tense music]

♪

- Show her.

Look at the tip of this iron.

Look at it. You see it?

It forms a triangle.

You know in Greek,
the triangle's called a delta.

And delta is the symbol
of change.

Are you ready to change,
Bethany?

Are you ready to own your
happiness with me and Maya?

♪

- I am.

- To our futures.

To happiness.

Together.

[moans]

♪

You did so good.

So good.

- Catch me up.
Grid search is a bust?

- No sign of them
or the Toyota,

but Hana's up
on Carly Cassidy's phone.

If she contacts the brother
or the roommate, we will know.

- What'd you get
from the parole officer?

- That Patrick was lying
about his place of residence,

paying off the halfway house,

always had a problem
with authority,

and never been able to keep
a steady job on the outside,

and this phony managed to
take enough classes in prison

to get his BA in philosophy.

- More like a BS.

Carly's boyfriend told us
Patrick was always

spouting off these ideas
about bucking the system

and finding your happiness just
to get the girls in his bed.

He also said they
were all family,

and apparently,
they ate that right up.

- I did some digging into Maya.

She never knew her mother,
and her father was abusive,

so I can kind of see
why she might be attracted

to Patrick's attention
and charisma,

why maybe she wants
to be with him.

- But why take Bethany?

She didn't wanna go,
and she's a liability.

- Right,
she's a different story--

privileged upbringing,
dad's controlling,

but in more
of a gilded cage sort of way,

seems to have a very
specific idea of the image

that his perfect daughter
should present to the world,

and for the most part,
it seems like

she's been willing
to play the part.

- Yeah, until she met Patrick.

- Right, well,
he challenges her.

I'd imagine if he can win her
over, he'll feel invincible.

- Or he's just a creep
who wants to have sex.

- So what, he's some
love guru or something?

I mean, I'd call it a cult,
but he only has one follower.

- Well, you gotta
start somewhere.

- Yeah, but what's the endgame?

- Apart from not wanting
to go back to prison?

- I get that,
but he's gotta want something.

- Parole officer
just followed up.

He remembered having
to warn Patrick last month

about hanging out
with his old cellmate,

Diego Alamada,
address in Stamford.

- You think he might
reach out to him?

- Go check it out.
Take Gaines.

♪

- It's Maya's car.

Engine's still hot.

They gotta be here.

[gunshot]

- Yo, you picked the wrong day
to shoot at an FBI agent.

Drop the gun and step out
with your hands up.

- All right, all right.
Don't shoot, bro.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

- You good?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Here!
- You got me, Gaines?

- I'm right here.
- Get over there.

Anybody else in the house?

- No.

- We're clear upstairs.

- Where's Patrick
and the girls?

The car's engine is still hot.

Obviously, they were here.

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

- No? What about this?
You know anything about that?

Huh?

It's illegal to sell meth.

Between that and shooting
at a federal agent,

you're going back to prison
for the rest of your life.

- You need to help yourself
out here and start talking.

Why was Patrick here?

I don't like to be
shot at, all right?

You got three seconds--
- Okay, okay!

All right! Just chill.

Damn.

Look, he had 5,000 cash.

He said he wanted guns,
assault rifles.

I told him he needed
more than 5,000.

It was gonna take time,
but he got pissed.

So--so we made a deal,
my van for the cash

and that red Toyota.

And then he left.

- With the girls.
- Yeah.

He said they were his friends.

- They're 19 years old.

You didn't think
that was strange?

- I think it's none
of my business.

- What the hell did he need
with assault weapons?

- I don't know.

- You sure you don't know?

- I swear.
He didn't say, I didn't ask.

That's all I know.

- What are these guys up to?

♪

- Hey.

- BOLO go out on Diego's van?

- Yeah.
A brown Chevy Astro van.

You all right?
- Yeah. Yeah.

It's not like it
hasn't happened before.

Look, you wanna talk about it?

- Talk about what?

- Why you were up
till 3:00 a.m. in the morning

on your laptop
with a bottle of bourbon.

- It was nothing.

- Hana, you were hungover
in that muster room.

I thought you were
gonna get sick.

Now, I'm just gonna keep it
100 with you, all right?

I'm concerned.
That kidnapping, it just--

- Okay, no.
Uh...

look, um, I wasn't gonna
say anything, but, um,

I've actually met a guy.

- Ah.

- Yeah, we've been chatting
online, and it got late,

and I lost track of time.

- That's what's up.

Is he in New York?
- Yeah.

I think we're actually
gonna meet in person.

So back to work.
- Yep.

- I think I'm getting a clearer
picture on who Patrick is.

- How so?

- Well, he and his sister Carly

were in foster care
from infancy.

Now, he aged out of the system.

He always tried to maintain
a relationship with her.

At one point, he even
had custody of her

before he went to prison.

- That explains why
Carly's so loyal to him.

Think he's trying to put
his family back together?

- I think that he's spent
a lot of time fantasizing

about the perfect family,

but he doesn't really know
what that is.

He probably thinks he found it
in his love triangle

with Bethany and Maya,
but their dads

came along
and ruined everything.

- So what, he--

he ran and tried to take
his new family with him.

- Maybe.
[computer beeps]

Whoa.

We got a hit in the wiretap
on Carly's phone.

- Trying to get
in touch with Patrick?

- She's talking to a guy
named Keith Mayfield.

Hang on.

He works at a halfway house
in Norwalk.

This is probably the guy
that Patrick was paying off.

Here we go.

Okay, Carly's talking
about meeting up

to pick up the stuff.

- Probably the guns
Patrick wanted from Diego.

You got a location?

- Filling Park in Darien.

- All right.
Send that photo to the team.

Tell them
we're getting on comms.

I'll meet them there,
all right?

- Okay.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- We got eyes on Keith.

He's got a duffel bag.

- No sign of Patrick,
Maya, or Bethany.

- Copy that.

Looks like Carly
just got a text message.

She's heading north
towards the parking lot.

She's alone.

- Can't take them down here.
Too many civilians.

- Yeah. Agreed.

- All right,
let them make the exchange.

They'll go someplace
more private for that.

Just stay on 'em.

- They see each other.

He's heading
toward the parking lot.

- They're going to Carly's car.

♪

- Cops! Go, go!

- I got 'em!

Rocky, stay!

- Get off of me.

- Stop resisting.

- [grunts]

- Relax, man!
Get off of me.

- Get up.

- Put your hands on the car.

You got any weapons on you?

- No, I don't have
any weapons on me.

- No? Then what's this?

- Don't touch me.

- Who are the guns for?

- He says they're for Patrick.

- He's lying.
- Screw you.

You said you weren't
being followed.

- So did you.

- All right,
let's get him out of here.

Why does Patrick
need these guns?

- Keith's an idiot.
He doesn't know anything.

And neither do you.

- Well, we know
you love your brother, right?

Are you willing
to go to jail for him?

- It's a free country.

I'm allowed to buy guns.

- Not when
they're unregistered,

and not when
you don't have a permit.

But I'm pretty sure
you already knew that.

- Hey, give that back to me.
- Unlock your phone.

- No way.
- Unlock it.

- No. Give that back to me.

- Carly,
if you don't cooperate,

you're gonna make things worse.

We know you haven't
been talking to Patrick.

We've been monitoring
your calls.

So what is it?

You're meeting up in person,
you've got a burner phone, huh?

- What do you know
about family?

- Listen, I get it.

You idolize your brother,
and you think you owe him

for taking custody of you
when you were in foster care.

- That's what family
does for each other.

We're survivors.

And Patrick is my family.

- And now Maya
and Bethany are his.

Doesn't that piss you off?

- You'd like that,
wouldn't you,

to pit us against each other?

Well, Maya and Bethany
are part of his family now,

and I'm happy for him.

And that takes away
nothing from me

because I will
always be his sister.

And I will always love him.

- Then help us.

Because right now,
all you're doing is making sure

that he'll be hurt
when we catch him.

- Ifyou catch him.

- We will--
with or without your help.

So I'm gonna ask you
one last time.

Where's Patrick?

Why does he need the guns?

And what's he planning?

- Screw you.

- You're under arrest.

♪

- What are we doing here?

- Improvising.

Yeah.

Carly was supposed
to meet us with the guns,

but I haven't heard from her.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

Hey, look at me.

I trust her, okay?

Okay?
- Yeah.

- She's smart, and she's tough.

And I know that if anything
went wrong

that she would
never give me up.

Okay?
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

- All it means is
that we have to take matters

into our own hands.

Together.

As a family.

- You want us
to rob that store?

♪

- I don't know how to use this.

- Relax.

All you gotta do
is point it at the cashier

when I tell you to.

- I can do that.

- What about me?

- You just stay here.
Be the lookout.

- No, Patrick,
I wanna come with you.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Like you said, we're family.

- All right.

Just follow my lead.

- Wow. Look at this beauty.

It's an M4 carbine.

This magazine's got
a 30-round capacity.

- How do you know about guns?

- You know, I joined
the army after high school.

Then I dropped out.

I didn't like people telling me
what to do all the time.

- I can relate to that.

- Let's go. Come on.

Now.

- Hands up.

- No, no, wait, wait.
Whoa, no. Step back.

Back it up.

Oh, nice choice.

It's good at close range.

All right, those three ARs
on the wall behind you,

in that bag right there.
Hurry up.

Now. Now!

Come on.
- Okay. Okay.

- I'll be taking this too.

- Whatever you want.

I just wanna get home
to my family.

- Hurry up.

Maya, stay on him. Up.

Come on, man. In the bag.

In the bag.
Ammo too, three boxes.

Let's go! Let's go! Come on!

- You little bitch.
- Maya!

- [grunts]

[shouting]

- Get off of me!

- Hey! Hey!

Leave him alone.

Let him go, or I'll shoot
both of you, I swear to God.

I swear to God.
- Come on.

Let's go.
- Let's go. Come on.

- Bethany, come on.

Let's go.

Bethany, let's go!

- [panting]

- Come on, come on. Hurry up.

- Okay, go.
- Hurry up.

- Whoa! Don't shoot, damn it.
- Bethany, let's go!

- He's back! I'm moving!

- Bethany, come on!
- Come on!

- Come on, Mike. Come on.
- Let's go! Hurry up!

- Back in the store, Mike.

[tires squealing]

♪

- Hey, ladies.

I got a witness outside
who saw them leave.

- Take a look at this.

- You're gonna have
to see it to believe it.

[shouting]

And then this.

- Hey, leave him alone!

- It's Bethany with a gun.

All right, so this girl is not
a kidnap victim anymore.

She's an accomplice.
- I'd say a pretty willing one.

- The witness across the street
said he caught them

leaving on his phone.

He sent me a video. Here.

- Whoa! Don't shoot, damn it!

- Hmm.
- Get back!

- Bethany's definitely
enjoying herself.

- Adrenaline high.

- We need to show this
to Bethany's mother.

It's gonna be
all over the news,

and I don't want her
to get a surprise.

[suspenseful music]

Well, she's been
through enough.

- All right.
I talked to her this morning.

She hasn't left the hospital.

- Bethany doesn't know
anything about guns,

and she would never do
something like this.

This isn't my daughter.

And if she did do this,
it's because this man

made her do it against her will
so he wouldn't get caught.

- She's the one
holding the gun.

She's in control.

- No, she's not.

She's not in control
of anything.

- I know this is upsetting.

Luckily,
she didn't hurt anybody,

but this is bad, Amy.

- And this will end up
on the news,

so you need to be prepared.

- They're gonna
call her a criminal?

- Yes.

Maybe even worse.

- Can't you do something
about it?

Can't you call
a press conference

and tell them that
this man is making her

do this against her will?
- We can't.

We don't know the situation,

and if she's a danger
to the public--

- What? No.
A danger to the public?

- Amy--
- No!

I can't do this anymore.

I'm going to check
on my husband.

♪

- Was Bethany involved
in this from the beginning?

I thought she was a good kid.
- There's no way.

I mean, I talked to her
on the phone.

She was terrified.
- Not anymore.

I'd say this is
Stockholm Syndrome,

but it's only been two days.

Patty Hearst was, what, a year?

- 19 months.

- No, but it hasn't been
two days.

Patrick's been grooming
these girls for months,

ever since he moved
into Metcalf 2 dorm.

I know these guys.

They use sex, emotional abuse,

physical abuse
to break a person down,

to make them
feel worthless and naked.

And then he makes himself
the center of their world.

I mean, they can't
function without him.

Maya and Bethany may have
robbed that store with him,

but they are still
Patrick's victims.

They'll do anything
for his approval.

- Approval for what?

Patty Hearst was about
a political cause.

As far as I can tell, Patrick
Cassidy is all about himself.

- Exactly.

So what has he got to offer?

- [laughs]

It looks like there are
only four tellers here.

You know what that's gonna be?

- A piece of cake.

- That's exactly right.

A piece of cake. Mmm.

We're gonna walk in
and own that place.

- Mm-hmm.

♪

- You.

You, you, you, you, you,
you, you were so good

in that store, you know that?

Are you ready
to own this place too?

- Mm-hmm.
- Are you?

- Yeah.
- Are you?

- Yeah.
- Are you?

- Yeah.
[both laugh]

- God, we're gonna be set up
for life after we do this.

- We'll be free to do
whatever we want all the time.

- So good.

I want you to feel as good
as you make me feel.

♪

- This is a robbery.
Put your hands up.

[screaming]

Hands where I can see them.

You--you,
open the door right now.

Right now.

- I'm--I'm unlocking it now.

- Cell phones in the bag now.

Everybody on the ground.

Face down.
Hands behind your head.

- Who's the manager?

[tense music]

You. Is that Eric?

It's a pleasure
to meet you, Eric.

Get up.
Give me your cell phone.

- Come on.

Give her your phones.

In the back.

- I'm cooperating.

There's no reason
for anyone to get hurt.

- Then do your job.

You're gonna
open the vault now.

- On the ground. Face down.

Hands behind your head.

Hey, not you. Open the drawers.

Bag the money. No dye packs.

No marked bills.
Hurry up.

Let's go, let's go.

- It's beautiful, man.
It's beautiful.

- Don't shoot me.
Don't shoot me.

- Come on! Now!

- Give me the bag.

[all cheering]

- Thank you.
Nobody saw the getaway vehicle.

You got anything?

- It's all over surveillance.

They did nothing
to avoid being seen.

It's like they wanted
to be caught on camera.

And how much did they get?

- Manager says 100,000, which,
that's enough money for them--

- To help three people
disappear for a long time.

- Exactly.

[phone ringing]

Oh, it's Remy. What's up?

- They just hit another one.

- Already? Where?

- Saybrook Bank in Norwich.

Only this time,
they shot someone,

customer going for his phone
in his pocket.

Pronounced dead at the scene.

- Was Patrick the shooter?

- Yes.

Kristin and Barnes
are there now.

They just talked
to the manager.

- How'd it go down?

- They just waltzed in,
no masks.

Patrick forced the manager
into the vault.

Maya handled the cash drawers.

Bethany took cell phones
from the customers.

Got almost 200 grand
and fled on foot.

- So exactly the same as here
except no one got shot.

- They must have ditched
Diego's van.

PD is looking for it now.

- But you know
they're gonna pick up

another getaway vehicle.
- And meet up somewhere.

- Norwich PD has pole cams,

so I can check the streets
around that branch.

I'm pulling it now.

Nothing on Patrick and Maya,

but I do have Bethany

two blocks west of the bank.

There's a blue Kia rolling up.

Okay, she gets in the vehicle,
female driver.

It's definitely not Maya.

- You're kidding me.

They picked up
a fourth accomplice?

- I'm running the plates now.

The car is registered
to a Samantha Pruitt.

And get this.

She's an Uber driver.

- Well, that's ballsy.
Call the company.

Find out where she is,
and go talk to her.

- On it.

- No way that girl
just robbed a bank.

She was in a good mood,
like, all chatty and nice.

- What she say to you?

- Small talk.

She seemed like
a totally normal girl.

I almost asked her out,
but then she dropped

the boyfriend mention.

- So the boyfriend--
what did she say about him?

- Just that they're thinking
of moving out of the country.

She had a big duffel bag.

- She say where
they were going?

- Some place in the Caribbean.

Little Saint something?

Anyway, it's not happening
anytime soon.

She said they need,
like, a million bucks

to get the place they want.

- Where'd you drop her off?

- Uh...

this motel on the
south side of town.

[suspenseful music]

- All right, thank you.

- Looks like Patrick is
splurging on the good stuff.

- Well, hopefully,
they weren't all drinking.

Either Maya or Bethany
is pregnant.

It's positive.

- Well, he said he wanted
to start a family.

- He didn't waste any time.

- Bethany told the Uber driver

that they needed
a million bucks, right?

- Yeah, for a house somewhere.

- Yeah, but what if the money's
actually for the kid?

It would make sense that
he'd want his child to have

a better start than he did.

And if they need
that much more money...

- They're not done
robbing banks.

- Exactly.

- Bag this.
- Will do.

- Bethany told the Uber driver
that they were gonna move

to a Little Saint something.

Now, when I searched it,
the first thing

that came up was
Jeffrey Epstein's island,

Little St. Jeff's.

What if they were trying
to buy a Little St. Pat's?

- You think they wanna buy
a private sex island?

- Weirdly,
that kind of makes sense.

- A million bucks isn't gonna
buy an island like Epstein's.

- Well, if that's their thing,

there is a bunch
off the coast of Nicaragua

in their price range.

- So their plan is
to rob enough banks

so that they
can get enough money

to buy an island somewhere
to do what?

Live off the grid?

- Yeah. It's fantasy, right?

They're feeding off each other.
They're in too deep.

I mean, this could be
what Patrick is selling.

- So which bank
do they hit next?

So far, it's been
a Bear Mountain and a Saybrook.

What do they have in common?

- None of them
are with the big four.

- Right, they're both regional
branches of smaller banks.

- Both Bear Mountain
and Saybrook

outsource their security

to Grasso Security
out of Rhode Island.

- Why does that matter?

- Well, because
out-of-state security companies

have different
standard operating procedures.

I mean,
when a silent alarm goes off,

it notifies the local precinct
and not 911.

- And doesn't that slow down
the response time?

- Yeah, it says right here
by an average of 15 minutes,

according to the
banking industry.

- That seems like
specialized information

for Patrick to have.

- Well, he'd just
have to Google it.

- How the hell
did we miss this?

This is why they're always
slow and methodical

on the surveillance footage,

and why Patrick always takes
the manager

to the bank vault.

He knows he has time
before the cops show up.

♪

What other banks in Connecticut
use Grasso?

- Uh, there's two.

one in New Haven and another
Saybrook branch in Clinton.

- Alert them both, split up,
and let's take them out.

♪

[tense music]

♪

- Got a blue Toyota pulling up.

- Stand down.

It's not our guy.

- Okay, all eyes
on this Dodge pulling in.

I count three people inside.

♪

It's Patrick.

- And that's Maya and Bethany.

They're armed. Let's move in.

- Same deal.
You know what you're doing.

- Move! Fan out!

- Patrick Cassidy, FBI.

Drop your weapon.

- Maya and Bethany,
guns on the ground now.

- Drop your weapon.

- Patrick, drop it.
You're surrounded.

[gunshot]
[screams]

- Patrick, no!

- No!

No.
- Be smart, Bethany.

Drop your weapon,
or you'll end up like Patrick.

- Help him!

He's dying.

- We can't do that
until you drop the gun.

All right? He's not worth it.

- He loves me.

He loves me.

- He doesn't love you.
- Yes, he does.

- He doesn't love you.
- He loves me!

- No, he doesn't.
- Help him!

- He doesn't love you.

- Yes, he does.
- No, he doesn't.

- He loves me.

- He doesn't care about you.
- No.

- He doesn't care about Maya.

Carly is in jail
for trying to help him,

and he doesn't care.

- He didn't know.

He didn't know!

He cares.

- He manipulated you
into believing that this path

was a way to rebel
against your father's control,

but it doesn't mean
it's what you want,

and it doesn't mean it's right.

You know better.

You know right from wrong.

- No.

Help me.

- Take control again.

Bethany, stop it.

Stop it now.

Put your weapon down.

Put your weapon down now!

- [sobbing]

- Secure the weapon!

- You're under arrest.

- [grunting]
- No, please.

- Give me your hands.

Give me your hands!

- Bethany, did Patrick
force you to rob those banks?

- Maya, Bethany, is it true
one of you is pregnant?

- Do you have any comment?

- Bethany, Maya,
is one of you pregnant?

- All right, guys,
that's enough.

- Any comment?
- That's enough.

Give me a minute.
- Let go of me.

- Knock it off. Walk.
That's enough.

- Can you take the handcuffs
off her, please.

- I can't.

- Bethany, baby.

Sweetheart, please.

Are you okay?

- Do I have to talk to her?

- Show some respect.
She's your mother.

- She's not my family anymore.

- You're gonna wish
you never said that.

Trust me.

- What?

Wait, wait, wait, honey.

Bethany.

Bethany. Bethany!

[somber music]

♪

- I'm so sorry.

- Sorry. That seat's taken.

I'm waiting for someone.

- Oh, I know.

How you doing, Graham?

- Do I know you?

- I'm Chloe.

From the chat site.

Meeting for our special
grown-up dinner.

- You catfished me?

- I caught you...
- Who are you?

- Before you do this
to another 13-year-old girl.

- What are you doing here?

- I mean, this was
your first time, right?

Definitely felt that way.

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

- You're a bad liar.

[suspenseful music]

Most pedophiles are
when they talk to adults.

- Keep your voice down.

- No, I think it's time you
heard my voice loud and clear.

These are your greatest hits:

screenshots, photos, chats.

My favorite was
when you asked me--oh, Chloe--

for a picture
in my bathing suit.

You really couldn't
let that one go, could you?

- How much do you want
for all of it?

Hmm?

- This isn't a shakedown.

This is about
letting people know

who you truly are.

Your wife, your boss,

your sister in St. Louis.

- You sent this to them?

[phone buzzing, chirping]

Oh, my God.
What have you done?

- It wasn't me.

It was you.

Have a nice night.

♪

[tense music]

♪

[wolf howls]