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[gentle piano music]

[moaning and groaning]

♪

- [grunts]

[ominous music]

- Please, please,
don't do this!

[sobbing]
Don't do this to me!

Please!
Please!

- [whimpering]

- I gave you a chance.

I want what's mine.

- [groaning]

- No!

♪

No!

[flesh sizzling]

Help!
[screams]

[tense music]

[indistinct chatter]

- That's Trevor Weikert.

He co-chairs the
event with my dad.

And that's Margaret Lazar,
big private equity investor,

really generous.

- There is a lot of
money in this room.

- Yeah, and it's
all for veterans.

- Well--

- What?

- I think we know how
these things work.

You blow $1.5 mil on a party
just to raise $2.

But your dad's heart's
in the right place.

- Hey, hey. Cool Beans.
[laughs]

- Boss, what is up?

- Looking fit, brother.

- Nice suit.
- You know.

- You clean up well.

I'm sorry.

This is my girlfriend,
Gemma Brooks.

Gemma, this is Clay Voss.

We served together as platoon
leaders in the regiment.

- Oh, wow, let me just take
care of the housekeeping.

You are way out of his league.

- [laughs]
Who's Cool Beans?

- Oh, should I tell her
or do you want to do it?

- We are not in the barracks,
so I don't--

- Great, I'll do it. So--
- Please don't.

- During Ranger selection,
we washed Omar's boxer briefs

in VapoRub.

For days, this guy was
scratching at his--

- OK.
- [laughs]

I never laughed so
hard in my life, man.

- What are you doing here?

I thought you lived in London.

- Well, we got a lot
to catch up on, man.

You free for dinner
tomorrow night?

Three of us,
overpriced steaks, on me.

- Yeah?
If you're buying it.

- I'm buying, baby.
[chuckling]

It's good to see you, brother.

Wow, look at you.

[phone rings]

- Americano,
extra shot, almond milk.

Egg and sausage on
sesame, no cheese.

- That's a lucky guess.

- Sofia Otero,
did my research.

How's your leg?

- Good.
Yeah, no, nerve damage.

So lucky me.

- Good to hear. So eat fast.

We got a case up in
Hastings-on-Hudson.

Husband and wife
discovered this morning,

violent scene by the sound
of it, bludgeoned to death.

Local PD reached out for help.

Agent Bell and Agent Zidan
are en route.

SAC Castille asked us
to be ready to dig in.

- Who are you exactly?

- Sofia Otero,
your new partner.

[eerie music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Jack and Cheryl Fleming.

- You knew them?

- Sponsored my
kid's soccer team.

I've never seen
anything this depraved.

- Skull's caved in, skin burnt.

- Signs of forced entry?

- No, windows and
doors were locked.

- It's still warm.

Fire poker is missing.

- Could be the murder weapon.

- It doesn't look
like a robbery.

They were clearly tortured.
Question is why.

- I mean,
I guess we'll find out.

- Gets weirder.

Anonymous 911 caller
claimed that he found

two dead people in his house.

- I thought they were
the owners.

- Again, that's why
we called you.

[device beeps]

[computers chirp]

- Morning.
- Hey.

[sighs]

- I don't know how
we're going to swing it.

I mean, after all of
Tyler's medical bills,

everything we
saved for college.

- Well, what were we gonna do?
- I know.

I just-- I wish
we'd made a plan.

He's already been
through so much.

I don't him to start his life
drowning in student debt.

- I don't want that either.

I should have been
thinking ahead.

But, uh, look, I'm going
to fix this, all right?

- I'm not asking you
to fix it.

I want us to figure it out
together.

- Yeah--
- Look, I got to go.

- Sam--
[line beeping]

OK, so someone brutally
tortured and murdered

Jack and Cheryl Fleming
in their own home

in an otherwise
quiet neighborhood

in Westchester County
and we have a 911 call.

- Yes, sir.
Just pulling it up now.

- OK.
- 911, what is your emergency?

- Yes, there are two
dead people in my house.

I'd like to have them
removed please.

The address is
327 Grove Street.

- Sir, are you alone
in the house right now?

- I'm leaving now.
Please send someone.

It's a mess.

- Well, that was strange.
Can we identify him?

- No, the call came
from the landline

inside the Fleming home.

- So either this
was the murderer

or our first-time caller
contaminated the crime scene.

- I heard from Maggie in OA.

They got a description
of a suspicious vehicle

from a nosy neighbor.

- Ah, yes.

The observational prowess
of the nosy neighbor.

What, pray tell,
are we looking for?

- Older model
camper van, brown.

- Brown camper van, yeah.

Check this out.

Traffic cam footage,
road leaving the crime scene,

3:00 AM last night.

- That's enough
for a plate, yeah?

- Yep.
- Already on it.

Camper is registered
to a Mike Holland.

- Ah, very business casual.

Doesn't seem like the
brown camper van type.

Who is he?

- Trial lawyer,
graduated NYU with honors,

worked at Hephner and Russell.

Then-- hang on.

Wait, credit history falls
off a cliff two years ago.

Lost his job,
lost his apartment.

- Lost his mind.

Looks like Holland
was a frequent flyer

at Bellevue Psych Ward,
where he assaulted a nurse.

He hogtied her, served
six months at Rikers.

- OK, so he spiraled, went
from penthouse to van life.

But why target the Flemings?

- The Flemings came back
from a European vacation

and found Holland
squatting in their home.

He claimed the home
was legally his.

They had him forcibly removed.

- Hence why he said the
bodies were in his house.

Sounds like he's our guy.

Where's his van now?

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hey.

- Mike Holland, FBI.
Come out with your hands up.

- Bloody dish towel.

All right, guys, he's not here.

I'm going to need a
virtual perimeter set up,

pole cams, traffic cams.

Subject's likely on foot.

[water running]

[water running]

- FBI!

Drop your knife!
Drop your knife!

Drop the knife!

Keep your hands
where I can see them!

- This is an
unreasonable search and seizure

and a violation
of my Fourth Amendment rights.

- Well, you're under arrest.

- What the hell are you
doing splitting off

from me like that?

- He could have been
washing away evidence.

- Adverse possession whereby
a legal title to disused

or abandoned property can be
claimed by a person or people

who can cultivate it properly.

- Stop, OK?

Just back up, all right?

So last fall,
the Flemings go on vacation.

- Yeah, they abandon
their property.

- It was a European
river cruise.

- They left their house to rot.

And I lived in and cared for
that property for 36 days.

And after 30 days,
I can establish a claim

and title will transfer to me.

- Look, I get it.
OK?

You're angry.

You were wronged by the system.

So what happened?

Last night, you broke in.

And you made them pay, huh?

- You can't prove that.

- No?

So why don't you tell me
what I'm getting wrong here?

- I parked my van on Grove
Street last night legally.

I saw a movement in
the yard at 3:00 AM.

I searched the back yard.

And I could see them
tied up in there.

Now, I am no fan
of the Flemings.

But I entered my
property to help.

- How'd you get inside?

The side window was wide open.

And I shut it before I left.

I egress through the back door.

- So why did you
close that window?

- It was supposed to rain.

I didn't want to
ruin my floors.

- He admitted to being inside
the house,

even admitted to touching
the bodies.

- But won't cop to the murders.

But he's got motive,
means, and opportunity.

- Yeah, we'll talk
to him again with BAU,

see if he changes
his story after

he's had time to think
about it.

But you should get with AUSA.

Yeah, solid work, everyone.

- Boss.

- Oh, Kelly, hate that tone.

What is it?
Flag on the play?

- Uh, yeah.

Techs just checked
the back window

of the Fleming house
to verify his story.

Second set of prints,
exterior side of the window.

- Hmm, did IFS find a match?

- Yeah, they sure did.

Uh, Jerry.

- Paul Gordon.

[tense music]

♪

- Paul Gordon,
an inmate at FCI Ridgebury.

- A violent offender
three years

into five consecutive
life sentences.

- That can't be.

I mean, maybe-- maybe
he worked for the company

that installed the windows.
- Right.

So the prints were left
there from before

he was incarcerated?

- No, no, fingerprints come
from the oils on our skin.

Inside, they can
last for years.

But exposed to the
elements, no way.

- So these prints
had to be recent.

- Paul Gordon couldn't have
been at our crime scene.

That's not possible.

He's locked up.

- I need the warden
at Ridgebury.

Let's get this place fired up.

It looks like we have a
prison break on our hands.

♪

- So the news vultures have it.

- I know.
I've been coordinating with

the U.S. Marshal and
the New York State Police.

It's a multijurisdictional
manhunt now.

So what do we know?

- So yeah, I've been in
touch with FCI Ridgebury.

Paul Gordon's not
somebody we went out

strolling around in public.

He kidnapped, tortured,
and dismembered

four exotic dancers before
being apprehended in Newark.

This man is cold-blooded.

He didn't escape alone.

He had a partner with him,
fellow inmate, John Pereira.

Seven years into
a 20-year sentence

for intent to distribute
fentanyl and money laundering.

- And they weren't
discovered missing until

prison roll call at 6:30 AM.

- Which means they got a full
night's head start on us.

- Right, but who escapes
prison and heads straight

to Hastings-on-Hudson?

What's the connection?

- The Fleming house used
to belong to John Pereira.

He's the former owner, sold it
to pay for his legal defense.

- OK, so they escape and
beeline it straight to

John Pereira's
old stomping ground.

- And torture the new
owners for information?

- Maybe they were looking for
something Pereira left behind.

- Right.

And whatever it was,
they risked

getting caught to find it.

We need to figure out
where they're going next

before somebody else gets hurt.

- All right.

Other inmates may have
gotten wind of the plan.

We need to call the warden,
tell them we're on our way.

[phone buzzing]

- What's that about?

- I ran into an old Ranger
buddy at the charity event

last night--

Clay Voss.

He's taking me and Gemma
out to dinner tonight.

- Oh.

- We lost touch when
he moved to London.

But I guess he's here now.

So Clay's always a wild time.

- I think I'm actually
a little jealous.

- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am.

I would love to get to know
Gemma more outside of casework.

- I just figured you're busy
with Ella and this.

- I am, but I guess I'm trying
to do this thing where--

I don't know.

I'm trying to be more
present in my life

with the people I care about.

And that includes you.

What did this guy do,
anyway,

to score a dinner invite
with you?

- He saved my life.
[door buzzes]

- This all of ya?

- Special Agent Scola and Otero
will be here any minute.

- OK.
Well, I'm Melissa Mulwray.

I'm the unit manager here.

Officer Curtis was on duty
at the time of the escape.

He was under his watchful eye
that this whole mess happened.

And now, we'll both be
updating our resumes.

- Like I said, they were both
in their cell at lights out.

I saw it myself.

The watchtower was on
all night.

I mean, they must have
memorized the pattern

in order to avoid
the spotlight.

- How'd they get
out of their cell?

[inmates chattering
and laughing]

- They would've had to be
working in shifts around

the clock in order to shave
through these window bars.

- Don't you inspect the cells?

- Bi-monthly, yeah.

But, I mean, as long as they're
cutting from the inside out,

we would have never known.

Must have had a steel cable
rope saw or something.

- It's a problem
in all prisons.

Smugglers markets, cons can get
tools, drugs, burner phones,

you name it.

But the fact is that
if these guys were able

to watch the
guards' movements,

trust each other like brothers,
and run like hell,

they could probably
get pretty far.

- OK, your records show that
you moved Paul Gordon

into a cell with Pereira
six months ago.

Why?

- Personality complications.

[buzzer blares]

[thunk]

- I ain't stab Paul Gordon.

I might have threatened him
with such action.

Go at a psycho like Paul?
Hell, no.

So they moved him
out of my cell.

Good riddance.

- And how'd John Pereira
like his new celly?

- They got tight fast.
[chuckles]

Didn't make no sense to me.

Paul should have made
John his bitch day one.

But he didn't.

- Any idea why that would be?

- Word was John's loaded.
[scoffs]

Stole a whole bunch of cash
before his ass got locked up.

- You believe the rumors?

- What's it matter
what I think?

Your boy Paul ate it up, right?

- It was a full moon.
Right?

Not easy to stay
hidden on a night like that,

summer evening,
not a lot of darkness.

Why break out now?

- You keep asking me
the same questions.

What's in it for me, huh?

- An extra hour of
fresh air every week,

right here,
place to yourself, blue sky.

- You can do that?

- A federal favor
in a federal prison?

Of course I can.

You're sitting on the
information I want.

- They should have
waited for winter.

But after his last visitation,
John, he started tripping out.

Whoever came, they lit a fire
under his ass for real.

- So Paul Gordon hasn't had
a visitor in over two years.

But five days ago,
John Pereira's ex-wife

goes to see him alone.

- OK, OK.

So what do we know about
John Pereira's ex-wife?

- Yes, Angela Pereira.

No criminal record.

She's an ER nurse.

Married John out
of high school,

divorced him just
after his arrest.

She got sole custody of
their daughter, Naomy.

Seemed like they
stayed on good terms.

They both visited him
every month.

- Mm-hmm.

OK, but it was just
the wife five days ago.

So something must have
changed at the last visit.

- No, a week before actually.

Looks like Angela took a
new job in Washington State.

- OK, so this is starting
to paint a picture, right?

Pereira's ex-wife tells him
she's moving their daughter

across the country.

No more visits.

So John moves up a breakout
date to get to his daughter.

So what, is he going
to grab her?

Where are Angela and Naomy now?

- Pinging Angela's cell,
but it must be turned off.

- Yeah, the last address on
file was the Fleming house.

No property ownership,
no leasing

under married or maiden names.

- What about bank accounts?
- Yeah, motel stays.

Is there any sign of--

of her subletting off the
books, something like that?

- No checks or transfers.

But wait a minute.

Looks like she wired $1,500

the first of every month
via Venmo to a co-worker,

Carla Hughes.

- Could be rent.
They're living there.

- Yeah, she owns a
house in Valhalla.

City planners have it
zoned as two-family.

And it's only 12 miles
from the Fleming home.

- Bingo, it's got to be it.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Maggie.

- We have signs
of forced entry.

- Copy.
Backups en route.

- Hang back, wait for SWAT?

- No, they're still
15 minutes out.

These guys are
desperate and dangerous.

Let's go in.

♪

OA.

[footsteps thumping]

[hurried footsteps]

FBI!

♪

[both grunt]

- John Pereira,
you're under arrest.

- You have to believe me.
I didn't kill her.

You have to believe me.
Please, please.

He took my daughter.

I swear.
Oh, God!

He took my baby!

- I didn't kill my wife.

- Ex-wife,
who just told you that

she was moving across the
country with your daughter.

- I-I went to convince
Angela to stay,

to not give up on our family.

- It's a big risk
for little reward.

- Yeah, well, you haven't
spent the last 1,275 days

in a cinder block cell
replaying the handful of times

you've seen your child's face.

When Angela took this job,
I had to do something.

- So you beat her to death
with a fire poker--

- No, no.

- --only after you went to
your old house and did this.

- Oh, my God.

[tense music]

What did he do?
What did he do?

I am not a violent man.

I couldn't--
I couldn't do that.

It was Paul.

- Paul Gordon, your friend?

You two escaped
prison together.

And now, you're
telling me that he's the one

that's responsible
for all that violence?

- Yes.

- Must be nice to
have a fall guy.

- I did not do this.
I didn't do any of it.

- How did Paul
even find Angela?

Her address is unlisted.
- I don't know.

Maybe he got the address off of
one of the letters she sent me.

- What about your old place?
Why did Paul go there first?

- For the money.

I needed Paul's help
to break out.

He had the place wired.

Anything we needed,
he could get.

But he's--

you know, he's--
he's messed up.

So I told him about
some money that I stole

before I got pinched,

$2 million hidden
at my old place.

- You bought him off?

- I told him I'd send him a cut
once we got out of state.

He got himself transferred
into my cell,

got us the tools and...

once we got out,
he betrayed me.

We made it past the fences.

And we found his car
in a field--

- Just sitting there?

- Yeah, Paul hotwired it.

And then, the son of a bitch
took off without me.

- He went straight
to your old place

to get the money for himself.

- Yeah, except
there was no money.

I lied.

- So you betrayed each other?

- The Flemings were innocent.

Your ex-wife was innocent.

And all this death for what?

- I just wanted to see
my daughter.

By the time I got a car and
made it to Angela's place,

she was dead
and Naomy was gone.

This monster has my baby,
my baby girl!

Please, you have to find her.

- Where's John's burner?

- JOC's scrubbing it now.

- If what he's saying is true,
Paul's going to call.

- We can't possibly know that.

- Paul Gordon kills
without thought or mercy.

And yet, he doesn't kill Naomy.
Instead, he takes her.

Why?

- Leverage.

He wants his money.

- John claims Paul killed
his ex-wife and the Flemings.

So where are we with forensics?

- Well, the rope found
on Angela Pereira

is the same brand of braided
nylon marine rope

used on the Flemings.

- Did we get any prints
off the murder weapon?

- Uh, no.
No prints.

- But the DNA they found under
Angela's fingernails

just came back as a match
for Paul Gordon.

She fought back.

- OK, so we can now place
Paul at both murders.

But--hey.
- Yeah.

- John claims Paul ditched him
after they broke out.

He went on foot until he
stole a car at a gas station.

We need to verify that.

- Yeah.

- John's burner?
- Uh, yeah.

Sarah's got it.

- Wait, I think we got him.
- Yeah?

- I've been scrubbing
video near the prison.

- Yeah.
- Here's John borrowing a car.

But this video
places him 70 miles

from our first crime scene.

- He's telling the truth.

- Which means our top
priority right now

is to find Paul Gordon
and the girl he's holding.

[phone ringing]

- That's got to be Paul Gordon.

- Get it to them now.
Go!

[suspenseful music]

- You want to see your
daughter, you talk to him,

not a word about us.

- Paul?
Where's my daughter?

- Daddy, I'm scared.
[sobs]

- Naomy, it's going
to be OK, sweetie.

I'm not going to let
anything happen to you.

I promise.
Daddy promises.

- No. Daddy, please help me.

- You lied to me, John.

It wasn't under
the crawl space.

- If you hurt her,
I swear to God--

- This is what's
going to happen.

You're going to bring
that money to Gantry Park

near the North Pier, 3:00 PM.

Money for your kid.

Come alone.

♪

- What am I going to do?

There is no money.

♪

- We have some time.

We're not going to let anything
happen to your daughter.

♪

Isobel, ransom demand
just came in.

Paul Gordon needs $2 million.

- Oh, Justice will never
sign off on that.

- I know, but it's not like
we have a lot of options.

- No, you do--
reach back out to John,

have him try and
talk Paul down.

- Isobel, I--
- Or have John lie to him.

That's what he's good at.
Say he only has 200,000.

- Wait, we don't
have time for that.

We need the money.

- Maggie, shut the door.

[soft dramatic music]

I heard you the first time.

Paul Gordon is
a ruthless killer.

In the past 12 hours, he has
brutally tortured and killed

three innocent people
that we know of.

- Yeah, and now he has
a 12-year-old girl

who's in danger.
- I wasn't finished.

You disobeyed a direct order
in the field,

hiding Nadia Amini

when you were supposed
to bring her here.

Now we are under a microscope--
all of us--

because of you.

It's protocol, Maggie.

So if I ask you to reach
back out to Paul Gordon

and renegotiate
the ransom deal,

that's what I expect you to do.

♪

- You think Naomy's dead?

- I think it's something
we have to consider.

- And what if you're wrong
and we can still save her?

- [sighs]
- It's not about the money.

This might be the only way that
we can save this girl's life.

♪

I can't believe we're just
handing it to a known criminal.

- I thought we were listening
to his story.

- Duffel cam's live.

- No, but seriously,
what if this is a setup?

John lied
to his so-called best friend,

planned to ditch him.

How do we know he isn't
lying to us, about all of it?

- The guy's not a saint,

but to go through all of this,
I'm not buying it.

- Hey, how's it going in here?

- Debating if this
exchange is legit.

- Personally,
I don't trust our guy.

- Who wants to put
some money on it?

Scola, 20 bucks?

- Hey, Otero,

there's a 12-year-old girl
being held captive

by a violent murderer.

She is scared to death,

and she just lost her mother.

- I was just--

- This is not a game,
and you are not at Quantico.

This is real life.

And we need to work together
as a team to find her.

Do you hear me?
- Yeah.

- Is the bag ready?

- Yep, good to go.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Scola, Otero,
are you in position?

- All I'm missing
is a waffle cone.

- This goes smoothly,
I'll buy you a whole pint.

All right,
we got eyes on the North Pier.

That's where Paul Gordon
proposed the meet.

But I want to know
the second he arrives

so we can get a team
on his car.

- Copy.

♪

- Was I too hard on Otero?

- It's the New York
Field Office.

If you want to play
big league ball,

you got to earn your spot.

- Look, I know that it can
be hard sometimes

to be the new kid on the block.

The agent before you--

- Special Agent
Tiffany Wallace?

- Yeah.
Tiff was a great agent.

She was a powerhouse.

She was brilliant,
you know, thoughtful.

But you got good instincts too.

And we'll find a new rhythm.

- Hold your shirt open.

- It's all gonna be over soon.

- How close will you guys be?

I don't want anything to happen
to my daughter.

- We got agents all over
the map watching every move.

- You guys don't know him,
what he's capable of.

- Well, then you're gonna
have to trust us.

♪

All right, we're up.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Hey, we got you.

We don't have a lot of time.

- OK.

♪

- Head's up.
John's on the move.

- Yeah, we see him, Maggie.

He never leaves our sight.

- Copy that.

♪

- I got him.

♪

- Anyone have eyes
on Paul Gordon and Naomy?

- No, not yet.

♪

- Your boy looks nervous.

Can he keep it together?

- He's got to.

Hey, John, listen.

Do everything I say,

and everything's gonna be OK.

Just take a breath.

- [exhales]

♪

- Northeast entrance
by the library,

baseball cap, sunglasses.

♪

- Is that the prison manager?

- Is the girl with her?

- There's no sign of her. Look.

- Someone give me
a confirmation please, people.

♪

- Affirmative.

It's the prison manager,
Mulwray.

She's headed right
for Pereira.

- OA.

♪

- Give me the money, John.

- What are you doing here?

♪

You're working with him?

- Give me the bag.

I get someplace safe.

I'll text you
with Naomy's location.

- No, that wasn't the deal.

- Well, it is now.

- I want to see my daughter.

- We got a new player
on the field.

What do we know
about our prison manager?

- Yeah, been employed at
Ridgebury for 24 years,

unmarried, no criminal history.

- Well, she arrived on foot.

They have to have
an escape plan.

- Should we intercept?

- No, no.

Let it play out
until we get eyes on Naomy.

- Where is she?
Where is Naomy?

- You don't get
to make demands.

That is not how this works.

- Why help him?

Is it the money?

- I love him.

And he loves me.

- He doesn't know anything
about love.

He's a murderer. He's a killer.

- You always
underestimated Paul.

You thought you could use him
to get you out.

You were never gonna give him
his part of the cut.

But guess what?
He outsmarted you.

He won. Paul won.

- John, do what she says.
Give her the bag.

We'll take it from here.

- I want to see my daughter.

- No, not until I see her!

- Let go of the bag.
- No!

- Let go of the bag!

- No!
- Give her the money, John.

- No, I don't trust them!

- Who are you talking to?

- I was--

Ah!

- She's making a break for it.

- You guys stay on her.

♪

Recovery agents,
grab John Pereira now.

The rest of you hang back.

We want her to think
she's in the clear.

- That's right.

We're gonna track her
right to our girl.

- Suspect is moving Southwest
on foot.

♪

She's ducking
around the corner.

- Scola, vehicle incoming.

- All right, Jubal,
are you still getting this?

- Yeah, crystal clear.

Do not lose her.

- Got a green Buick, New York
plate 0-6-Calvin-2-Alpha-3.

- Yeah, yeah.
You got that? Run it.

- Reported stolen this morning

from the Hastings on Hudson
area.

- I have visual confirmation.

Paul Gordon is
behind the wheel.

- What?

Tell me we have eyes on Naomy!

- Nothing, nothing yet.

- They're gonna flee.

- Maggie, OA,
get ready to tail them.

We'll guide you from the sky.

There's a tracker and
a microphone in the duffel.

So there's no need
to get too close.

- Copy that.

♪

- We did it, baby.

We're rich.

- You did good.

[gunshot]

- Shots fired! Shots fired!
- She's down.

He's moving south.

- All agents, hold your fire.

Repeat, hold your fire.

We need him alive
to find Naomy.

♪

[engine roaring]

- Maggie, OA,
can you cut him off?

- There he is.
- We're on him.

♪

- Whoa, whoa.
- Whoa.

Car just wrecked.

♪

- Suspect's on foot.

- FBI!
- Drop your weapon!

♪

- Hold your fire.
She could be in the car still.

♪

She's not in the car.

I don't know where Naomy is.

♪

- He's dead.

- All right, people.

12-year-old Naomy Pereira
is still missing.

Her captors are
both confirmed dead,

which means we need to
get clever to locate her.

And we need to do it now.
They probably stashed her

somewhere private along
their getaway route.

- Jubal, we found a key
in Paul Gordon's pocket.

Sending you a photo now.

[shutter clicks]
- Yeah, I got it.

We have a key with
a foam keychain.

Those are designed
to float in water.

- Marine rope was used
to bind our victim.

- We're looking
for a boat possibly

registered to our
deceased prison manager,

Melissa Mulwray.

- Wait, hang on.

I got a 34-footer named
"Day Dreamer,"

registered to a
Reginald Mulwray.

I think that's her stepfather.
- Where's it docked?

- Liberty Landing Marina,
Jersey City.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Naomy?

Naomy?

- Is she--

- She's alive.
She's sedated.

But she's alive.

- We need an ambulance to
Liberty Landing Marina.

- Thank you.

Hey, Naomy.

I know this has been very hard.

You've been so brave.

[soft dramatic music]

Your dad is on the other side
of that door.

And he went through a lot
to help us find you.

Before they take him
back to prison,

I know he would really love
to see you one more time.

But you do not have to go in.

It's your choice.

♪

Do you want to see him?

- Yes. I do.

- OK.

I'll be waiting for you
out here, OK?

[door buzzes]

♪

[TV chatter]

[knocking on door]

- Hello.
- Hey.

- Hey.

- Let me guess.

You're here to unilaterally
decide the solution

to a family problem.

- Come on.
That's not fair.

I do have a proposition.

But you're probably
going to hate it.

I mean, I guess it's not
the best thing

for you or me, really.

But it might be the
best thing for Tyler.

And we owe him that.

- What exactly
are you proposing?

- Um--

Well, I was--

I was thinking what if--

what if I moved in here
with you guys?

I'd-- I'd sleep on the couch,
of course, you know.

But we could stop
paying two rents,

share some of the expenses,

and really just start saving
for Tyler's tuition.

And, I don't know.
It might be nice.

I've already lost so much time

with both kids.

But look, I know
your ex moving back in

is not the version of the
fairy tale you told yourself.

So--
- Yes.

- I just thought--

I'm sorry, yes?

- Yes.

Now, get folding.

♪

- Sure.

- Otero.

- Something wrong with
my after action report?

- No, that was
annoyingly perfect.

Actually, bagel or are you one
of those weird parfait people?

Breakfast is on me tomorrow.

- That's really nice,
but no need.

I put in for a transfer.

Do you know how I knew your
breakfast order this morning?

Tiffany left a note
in her old desk

addressed to Scola's
next partner.

- [chuckles]
Hm.

- The way that
you talk about her

and what she meant
to the team--

[laughs] I don't want
to start my career

trying to fill
someone else's shoes.

Good luck finding your rhythm.

[piano music]

- Hey, you got another
one of those Chateau notes

in your cellar?
- Yep.

Don't worry.
It's on the firm.

- They really give a mad man
like you an expense account?

- Mm-hmm.

And a pad in Tribeca,
fully loaded.

- Wait, what do you do again?

- Private security.

- More like
corporate espionage.

- Hey, hey, all right.

I'm sure the Feds give you
plenty of perks.

Am I right?

- I will be right back.

Save me a glass, OK?
- Yes, yes, yes.

Happy for you, man.

But if this is some kind
of recruitment ploy--

- Hey, chill.
OK?

I know you're happy
where you're at, G-man.

I'm actually on the clock
right now.

An associate of mine
is meeting a target

tomorrow in that back booth.

He'll be frisked for a wire.

But we need ears on the convo.

So I'll distract the waiter
while you plant this book.

[tense music]

- Absolutely not.

- Come on.

New York's a single-party
consent state.

It's all legal.

All right, fine.
All right?

You distract the waiter.
I'll take care of the bug.

- I don't want
any part of this.

OK?

- [scoffs] What happened
to Rangers lead the way?

You owe me, brother.

♪

- What did I miss?
- Nothing.

Could you take a photo of us?

- Absolutely.
- Thank you.

- What's gotten into you?

- Smile.

OK.
[shutter clicks]

♪

- Stay tuned for scenes
from our next episode.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]