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Philippe! Nineteen minutes!

Coming!

Know, he doesn't like to be late.

School's a ten-minute drive.

Yeah, and there's never any traffic on Friday mornings.

Nine-minute pad, built-in.

You'll take him to school Monday?

I'm going to the company retreat right after work tonight,

and then from the retreat straight back to work Monday morning.

What's this retreat anyway? We're going to sing the company song?

We don't have a company song.

That's why we need a retreat, to build team spirit.

Sure you have everything you need?

You can get chilly in the evenings.

I'll be fine.

Bye, Philippe.

Bye, sweetie.

Chicken burgers, please. Thank you.

The usual.

Dad, steak again.

Throw something green on the plate.

Yeah, I'll have the same as Mr. Sinclair.

He takes his rare.

Okay, sure.

All right, I'm going to head to the job.

What's wrong?

Isn't there something you want to tell me?

About your friends, the bowling club.

They're not my friends.

I don't even know who they are.

They came out of nowhere.

They want me to help them rip off this dealer I know.

He said if I didn't do it, they were going to hurt Adele.

Why didn't you tell me?

They warned me not to talk to you.

Those I don't know.

Good. Keep playing along with them.

What are you going to do?

The fire started in the underground garage.

Mr. Norman posted extra men at every jewelry store

in case the fire was a diversion for a robbery.

No more.

You were here first.

My wife and I were taking cooking classes at the Ritz.

We learned how to make ricotta cheese dessert.

The report said there was a body.

Meet Mr. Alanek.

I was driving into the garage.

I never trust this car to a valet.

On the second level, there was a car blocking the way.

It had a Fender bedder with a parked car.

There was smoke and flames coming from its undercarriage.

I honked, but the driver didn't move.

The driver was sitting in the car on fire.

Yeah. I had to back out all the way to the top.

I hit a pillar there.

And the smell of the smoke?

I will never get that out of here.

So you saved your car and not the other driver.

Mr. Ferrari, did he mention that?

The seatbelt was still fastened.

Call me crazy, but if my car's on fire, I'd want to get out.

The car's registered to a Philippe Roquin.

What killed him?

It's not in his nostrils, so most likely smoke inhalation.

He has a monthly parking permit, so he must be a regular.

Maybe he works in Place Fondant?

Have you checked his hands?

Third-degree burns and missing fingernails.

The fingernail.

He was clawing at the seatbelt, trying to open it.

It's a bad time for your seatbelt to jam.

What a coincidence.

Philippe Roquin has been our internal accounts controller for 16 years.

This is so sudden.

I knew he was ill, but Dad, are you sure?

Is this him?

Yeah. My God.

What happened? He was in the fire in the garage?

You said he'd been sick.

Yeah, he left early on Friday afternoon.

When he didn't come in this morning, I called

his home, but his wife said he had a stomach flu.

What exactly did he do here?

He managed our internal capital flow between our branches

in New York, Los Angeles, Rome, Geneva, Moscow.

He moved money around.

Can you check what he did Friday before he left?

This was Philippe's desk. Let me see.

He opened a letter of credit with one of our precious stone suppliers.

He repatriated some Euros from our Shanghai branch and...

Wait. That's odd.

He transferred 100,000 to an account in Malta.

Let me guess. You don't have an account in Malta.

No, we don't.

I don't know how Philippe got the codes to do something like this.

I have to open an investigation.

We can help you with that.

He wasn't feeling well. Something with his stomach.

What time did he leave this morning?

I don't know.

I...

I took my son to school.

I did some errands and when I got back, Philippe was gone.

He must have been feeling better.

He was very conscientious.

Did you notice anything unusual about him this weekend?

Anything he said or did?

He was at a company retreat all weekend.

He just got back this morning.

His work didn't mention anything about a retreat.

They just said he left work early Friday.

He went to the retreat.

What does it matter?

Philippe's dead.

Murdered.

Mrs. Rackham, we suspect your husband may

have been embezzling money from his company.

I don't know anything about money.

I need to get my son.

We're going with you.

No.

You shouldn't be driving alone like this.

I'll take a taxi.

Please.

I need to be with my son.

Gas tank was plunged over the flathead screwdriver and then lit on fire.

As for the seatbelt assembly, the latch release was damaged, probably with a hammer.

Your victim was a sitting duck.

So, they killed him and tried to make it look like an accident.

The 100,000 was in another Malta account in less than a day, headed for parts unknown.

There's no sign of Mr. Rackham's personal accounts.

Sixteen years of honest work and then he sticks his hand in the computer.

Ah, a ray of light.

Rocca had pre-mortem bruises on his body, a cut on his

lip, and his toxin report came back positive for retinol.

Somebody drugged him and worked him over.

Running games at the company retreat.

The phantom retreat to go with the phantom illness.

Check Mrs. Rackham's finances.

We told her her husband was murdered.

She didn't ask who, how, why.

She already knows.

Part of her story holds.

Mr. Rackham wasn't home Friday night.

His credit card was used to guarantee a hotel

room in Malta, which is a very pretty place.

He checked in Friday evening.

He paid for the weekend.

He went out for dinner, but he never came back.

How do you know?

Well, the maid went in Saturday and the bed wasn't slept in.

It wasn't slept in Sunday, either, or last night.

This morning we put his suitcase in storage.

He brought this with him.

It was left in a nice bucket.

1997, blond de noir.

He checked in alone?

Yes.

Well, he's got condoms and erection pills.

He obviously wasn't planning on being alone for long.

Maybe his wife had other plans for him.

Anytime you want to see me, you don't need an appointment, Joe.

This is business, not personal.

I'm still in the wagon.

Well, good for you.

My daughter's boyfriend, Yannick Moore.

I want your parents to leave him alone.

Yeah, well, they're doing a piece of work together, aren't they?

This was your idea.

You found out he was connected to me.

Let him loose, Charlie.

It doesn't work like that.

You see, my guys, they run my errands for me.

They collect my debts.

Past that, they're free to run their own business however they choose.

As long as it doesn't come back to me, of course.

This is going to come back on you.

I think you're...

I really think you're in a neat position to make threats, Joe.

I mean, your precious Adele, she's been stealing pills from the hospital.

Well, it'd be very easy for me to put the finger on her.

She'd do some time.

She'd lose her nurse's license.

Hell, she may even end up like her mother, the late, beloved...

Helen.

So, Rican embezzles a hundred grand and runs off

for a romantic weekend with an unnamed mistress.

Pathetic.

Have we identified this mistress?

No, we're still checking phones and emails.

But for the murder, you lied to the wife.

She lied to us.

And Rican was screwing around.

I hear women don't like that.

Actually, sometimes it's a relief.

If she was behind it, she must have paid someone to do it.

Well, Norman's checking the finances.

Well, hello.

Mrs. Rican has 4,000 in a savings account.

No big transactions going in and out.

But there was a wealthy aunt in Zurich with an art collection.

She died two years ago. Mrs. Rican was made one of the heirs.

A month later, deductions started from the checking

account for a safe deposit box in another bank.

So she sold the art and stashed the cash in this box?

Dipped into it to pay the hitman?

Or the box could have her baby teeth and letters from her first crush.

Here she is, entering the bank at 11.42am on Saturday.

She went into a private booth to access her safe deposit box.

Do you have any video from inside the booth?

No, that's why it's called a private booth.

Show us the video of her leaving.

Walking out, 11.55am.

Where is it?

The bag. There.

She had no bag when she came in.

Maybe she had it in her purse and she filled it up with stuff from the safe box.

Cleat.

How did she seem when you talked to her?

Out of sorts. She said she'd been up all night with a stomach bug.

Back it up.

Here.

That guy.

He's got her bag.

She paid him.

It's a coincidence. Lots of people have that bag.

No, stop. Stop lying to us. You gave a bag full of money to that man. Why?

I didn't. Leave me alone.

You're afraid.

What are you afraid of?

You.

I'm afraid of you. You're trying to put me in jail.

You're not afraid of us.

Who are you afraid of?

Please.

Please. You have to leave.

They're watching the building.

Who is?

The people who kidnapped my husband.

They're watching me.

I got a call Saturday morning.

Told me to go to the computer to type in a link.

Show us.

I'm so sorry, 11. I'm so sorry.

These people won't kill me.

They know about the money in the box.

Get it. All of it.

And give it to a man outside the bank at noon today.

If you don't, they'll kill me.

And they'll kill Michelle.

They know where he goes to school. They know everything.

Don't tell anyone.

For me.

For Michelle.

You see?

He did carefully.

A woman called me and told me that if I told anyone that they would kill Michelle,

my little boy is all that I have left.

She said no one even knew about the safe deposit box. Not even their accountant.

Something you might tell your mistress.

Well, Roccan told his.

And she told her pals. I mean, they must have figured Roccan was easy pickings.

Well, he was easy.

Must have been the girl's idea to embezzle

the hundred grand. I can't wait to meet her.

Well, we're working on it. We have calls from a no-name cell phone number,

and we think Roccan had a secret email address.

There is also this.

It was on Roccan's hand. Looks like a stamp you get at a discotheque.

There can't be too many of those near his hotel in Lowe.

Yeah, Friday night, the blue star.

Did you see him that night?

Why, is that your dad?

Yeah, I saw him. He, uh... Hey! Knock it off!

Get off me!

I'll be back.

They've got their eyes on you.

What?

Redhead over there,

brunette with big tits at the bar.

You could have any role.

Yeah, but have I mentioned that I'm married?

Only ten times a day for the last two years.

I don't think they'd mind.

Uh, sorry, you were saying this guy... Yeah. Yeah, he came in early.

Had a couple of drinks. Couldn't hold the stuff.

He got off the dance with his girlfriend, then he fell on the floor.

A girl and a couple of guys carried him out to the street.

The girl doped his drink?

Is that what it was?

I just thought she had a habit of dating drunks.

What do you mean, a habit? She's been here before?

I thought I recognized her from a month ago.

Same thing.

Her date couldn't stand up. The girl had a couple of guys come out to the street.

Can you describe these guys?

I don't look at guys.

The girl, what did she look like?

Like her.

Or, uh, her.

Or her.

None of those three look alike.

Oh, they don't?

Maybe I didn't get such a good look after all.

Fuck me.

Bachmann wasn't their first kidnapper. They'd done it before.

Which means they'll do it again.

When did I start?

Why do you need to know? It didn't matter before.

Now it matters.

Last year, when Mom got too sick, I needed money to take

care of her, and Janik knew where to sell the pills.

I was careful. I never stole from my own department.

But the new pills were missing. They could trace them to you.

What's going on, Daddy?

Someone is forcing Janik to do the robbery.

If he says no, they'll tell the hospital you stole the pills.

Then it's simple.

I'll turn myself in.

You're not going to do that.

They'll take my nursing license. So what? I'll find something else to do.

You stole hundreds of pills.

They're going to turn you over to the police.

It doesn't matter that you're my daughter.

They'll put you in jail. And then what happens to your kid?

You're not going to do anything.

You hear me?

So lucky I met you in the park yesterday.

Nice guys are hard to find.

Especially ones with sexy eyes and strong hands.

That was four weeks ago.

And two weeks later, Mr. Rokan received this email.

My sexy tiger, you are so good.

I want you inside me all the time.

Is this getting you hurt no more?

I prefer to read recipes.

Mr. Rokan's friend was working on a dozen proxies.

It'll take a while to trace her.

Well, you don't have a while. This gang is on a schedule.

Have we had any luck tracking the victim from last month?

No. No, either he's escaped and keeping his mouth shut or...

Oh, the body hasn't been found yet.

The last email received was three days before Mr. Rokan disappeared.

Nothing's impossible, my tiger.

You can get a hundred thousand from the store, easy.

Just do like I told you and we can be together forever.

She told him how to embezzle from his company.

Why would she know better about it than someone who was broke there for 16 years?

The money came from an account belonging to our New

York branch, which Rokan wasn't authorized to access.

But couldn't he have figured out the codes?

No, no, the system's compartmentalized.

But your people in New York know the codes.

Anyone who worked in the finance department there would.

Any of those people here now?

I... Yes, I think there are.

You know what I miss most about New York?

Informality.

The freedom to eat like this outside, by myself.

The freedom to be left alone.

Which I'm not enjoying right at this very minute.

I don't know anything about Rokan, except that he was a bore.

Some people thought he was a tiger.

Rokan? A tiger?

A tiger and a thief.

The money he embezzled from the New York office, he didn't know how to get it.

But you do.

You think I helped him?

I didn't even like him.

And I'm not the only one who knows how New York works.

Your boss said you were.

He's an idiot. There was someone else.

I had the clerk working for me.

Gabrielle Bruchoux.

She was always trying to meet the clients.

Hook the big fish, she used to say.

And what happened to her?

Cost-cutting.

Last year, your tiger, Rokan, fired a half-dozen clerks, including Gabrielle.

And how did she take that?

About how you'd expect.

Where can we find her now?

Probably lying under somebody she thinks has money.

Ask her father.

He's in an old age home in Orléans.

She used to call him every day.

What do you want with Gabrielle?

She's a good girl.

Visits me every chance she gets.

The last time, when was that?

Three months ago.

She calls me, writes me every week.

I read her letters with a magnifier.

How was that? How close did I get?

Pretty close.

You see that woman sitting over there reading?

She thinks I'm just a blind old man.

I want to show her that I can still hit the target.

You know what I mean?

I know exactly what you mean.

Try again and aim for my voice.

So, this daughter of yours, Gabrielle, where can we find her?

Why should I tell you?

With cops, you know, it's never good news.

You want to hit the target or not?

All right, all right.

She got a job in Fresno three months ago.

Clerk in an office.

I have the address here in my pocket.

Keep talking.

An office job. You must be very proud of her.

Yeah.

How was that?

Perfect.

Practically kissing the target.

Now let's see that address.

I got that from her yesterday.

I don't lose it.

But Diana, come see, I made a perfect shot.

This return address, this is a very familiar address.

There's no Gabrielle Brochu working here as a clerk or in any capacity.

But we do have an inmate by that name, serving nine months on a drug charge.

Starting when, three months ago?

Yeah, exactly.

A good girl who doesn't want to break her father's heart.

Behind bars for the last three months is almost a perfect alibi.

Almost.

Please don't tell my father I'm in here.

It'll kill him.

Well, what we say or don't say depends on what you tell us about Philippe Brocant.

You remember him, right?

He got you fired.

How could I forget?

Loser.

Well, you had a higher opinion of him a few weeks ago.

My sexy tiger.

You're so good, I want you inside me all the time.

I didn't write that.

Well, somebody wrote it.

And somebody showed Brocant how to use a New York

bank code so he could steal money from his store.

Then they had him kidnapped. That somebody was a woman.

So you came to see me.

You're a woman, obviously.

I am.

You know the codes.

But I'm in prison. Last time I had somebody inside me was three months ago.

You're not always in prison.

You're serving less than a year on a non-violent drug charge.

That means you get weekend furloughs.

The math isn't so hard.

You give up your accomplices on the outside,

get to see your dad in a couple of years.

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

I've got six months left on my bit.

They're teaching me cooking.

I don't do kidnappings. I do soufflés.

Kidnapping?

I can't imagine Gabrielle getting mixed up with anything like that.

We'll still need to see a copy of her furlough records.

Sure.

The police, they don't like furloughs.

We love them.

We get to keep in shape by chasing down the same people twice.

The system isn't perfect.

But it's an invaluable rehabilitation tool.

Citroen DS. My grandfather had one of these.

Yeah, I inherited one from my uncle. I'm fixing it up.

Classy, I used to steal them just for the pleasure of the ride.

Another lifetime, Martin.

So, last weekend, was it?

Okay, yes, here you go.

Gabrielle had a furlough on Friday evening.

She went to see her half-sister in Paris.

Gabby's a good person.

A good mom.

She visits Dominic all the time.

She loves him so much.

This is her baby?

Yeah. I'm taking care of him until she gets out.

Tell us about her visit on Friday night.

She stayed here the whole night like the rules say she has to,

and she went back to the prison on Saturday morning.

Do you have anything to prove that she was here all night? I mean, besides her word?

I took pictures of her and the baby.

See? I took the date, the time.

We stayed in all night playing with the baby.

It's so hard for Gabby being away from him.

This photo here of the two of you, who took that?

The baby?

Who was here that night?

Gabby's boyfriend.

She's not supposed to have any contact with him.

I went out to give him some time alone, but I swear, Gabby did not leave the apartment.

And she's mother of the year?

She does her best.

When Dominic had a fever two weeks ago, she

called at all hours of the night to check on him.

All night? From the prison?

Yes. Even at three in the morning.

She's using a smuggled cell phone.

Maybe to make the ransom calls too.

That phone is the same one used to call Mr. O'Cann by the woman who seduced him,

and the same phone they used to call Mrs. O'Cann when her husband was kidnapped.

So the seduction, the kidnapping...

It's all coming from inside the prison.

Sinclair? Edgar Rock. Narcotics. You got a minute?

Sure.

A few weeks ago, you pulled the sheet on this kid, Yannick Murrow.

We've been running surveillance on this mid-level dope dealer on the 20th.

Two days ago, we intercepted this call.

Yeah?

Hey, it's Yannick.

Yeah, man. What's up?

I'm gonna be in your neighborhood late on Friday.

Okay. See you there.

Yannick sounds like a player.

I wanted to check in with you in case you had something going with him.

No.

Security camera picked up his motorcycle near a crime scene.

Turned out to be nothing.

It's all yours.

Okay.

They have him on tape with that dope dealer.

So what are you gonna do?

If I tell that drug cop who Yannick is, Adele will get dragged into it.

If you warn Yannick that the drug dealer's under

surveillance, won't narcotics know that you're the leak?

Exactly.

Yannick will show up with those punks, you know,

to Rob the dealer and narcotics will be there.

If he's not shot, he'll be arrested.

And then this all might just fall back on Adele.

And I don't want my grandkid growing up with this mother in jail.

No, but you'll be there for the baby.

And you'll be there for Adele when she gets out.

I don't make plans so far ahead.

God does.

If he's got something to say, he knows where to find me.

I've got a badge and a gun, connection all over the city.

If I can't protect my daughter, what the hell good am I?

You're a proud man, Joe.

But this might be one thing that's just out of your control.

I might have used a contraband cell phone, so what? My kid was sick.

Where's that phone now?

I don't know, I passed it on.

Well, we're searching your cube as we speak. We find that phone, you're done.

I think I'll survive losing my TV privileges.

We traced calls on that phone to Philippe Rican.

We know it was used to make a ransom demand to his wife.

Here you go, doing the math again.

You remember now.

The person who lent you the phone is the same person

you told how to steal the money from the jewelry store.

She set up the kidnapping.

You just figured that out, didn't you?

Who was it?

A guard, another prisoner.

Look, I have to live with these people. If I start snitching...

I don't know anything.

There's no phone in her cell.

Just log down the visa and search it.

I just can't do that. I need a formal request.

And anyway, the idea that there's a kidnapping operating

inside my prison, I mean, these women just aren't that clever.

Exactly how many minutes have you been in a ward?

I have worked within the correctional system for 13 years. I am not naive.

Just search the prison. I'll get you your request.

And I want a list of Gabriel's cellmates.

The people she worked with in the kitchen, the guards in her unit.

I'll get it for you as soon as I can.

Joe, Norman's been tracing that cell phone.

A call was made from it two hours ago to a residence on Duterte Avenue.

Fancy neighborhood.

You must be mistaken. I haven't had a phone call.

Yes, you did. Just over two hours ago.

Maybe a sales call? I hung up.

We know that you spoke for just over six minutes.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Excuse me. Where is your husband?

He's working.

Can we call him?

He's unreachable. He's on a business trip.

A company retreat.

They say they're going to kill me. Please, just give them what they want.

You should go. I can't be talking to you.

They also threatened your son.

Yes, and I'm going to give them the money, so...

The last time this happened, ma'am, the wife didn't contact the police either.

She paid the ransom and her husband still ended up being killed.

I... I don't know what to do.

Let us help you.

They've given me till tomorrow. Friday noon.

We'll find them before that.

The other victim was kidnapped by a woman he was having an affair with.

No, my husband's not like that.

He's worked in the same investment firm for over twenty years.

He's home every night.

I understand.

Is there anyone you know who might be in prison?

A woman.

There's my niece.

We took her in after my sister died. My sister was an alcoholic.

She was wild.

We did everything we could, but she kept running away.

How's Aunt Geneviève? Did she send her love?

Your uncle's been kidnapped, Desiree.

They're threatening to kill him.

Your concern is touching.

They don't care about me. I don't care about them.

You'll care when you end up with a life sentence for kidnapping murder.

I don't know anything about anything. I'm in here.

She's never had a furlough. She keeps getting into fights.

That makes it simple.

Who in here have you told about your uncle's money?

Well, look, if he's wealthy, isn't it just

as likely someone outside the prison, though?

I never talk about my aunt and uncle. They don't exist for me.

Can I go back to my cell now?

Desiree is incarcerated because she beat up an old woman to steal her bingo winnings.

She is not a master criminal.

Maybe you can help us find one.

Here are the furlough logs.

And the logs of all the computers that the inmates had access to.

Anything else?

We'll let you know.

Kidnapping ring right under his nose is not going to work.

It's not going to look very good on his resume.

Okay, so I have four possible inmates who either

bunked with or worked with both Gabrielle and Desiree.

So they could have gotten the information they needed for both the kidnappings.

None of them had furloughs the weekend Okian was kidnapped.

Except this one, Vanessa Serfaty.

She had furloughs on other weekends.

So, she's doing four years for home invasion robbery.

She's not eligible for furloughs.

Why are you putting me into isolation? I didn't violate any rights.

Desiree's uncle's been kidnapped. We're just checking with all her friends.

What about me? You throw into ISO.

Don't feel so persecuted.

They're moving four other girls in there too, including Desiree and Gabrielle.

Right, warden?

Yeah, that's right.

This is nice. You have the whole cell to yourself.

Yeah, well, one of her cellmates was moved to the medical

wing four weeks ago, and the other one was released last week.

And they said prisons are overcrowded.

You're welcome to move in.

Ganesh, my favorite Hindu god.

Oh, expensive stuff. You sell this in the prison canteen?

My mother brings it to me. Helps to kill the stink of prison.

Warden, Ms. Sufati has a complaint.

Okay, that's it. Let's move the prisoner.

The bank won't give me the money till Saturday.

They've been asking lots of questions.

Please, just one more day is the best I can do.

I want you to send another video.

My son knows something is wrong. He won't stop crying.

I want my husband to say something to him, something reassuring.

Send me another video, or you get nothing from me.

They agreed to the new deadline, and they said they would send a video.

You did very well.

I can't believe Leon would get in this trouble over a woman.

How could he?

The guy on the other end sounds nervous.

Because the brains of the operation is in an

isolation cell with no access to a cell phone.

Your Ms. Sufati has racked up quite a resume.

At 18, she used to seduce tourists and Rob them back of their hotel room.

Her last conviction for a home invasion, she had two

male accomplices who used to beat the homeowners.

They were never caught.

There's probably the two that are running this kidnapping ring with her now.

Except that she needed to get out of prison to meet

Rakan in the park, and to meet him at the discotheque.

And her furloughs don't coincide with those dates.

The furloughs that we know about.

She shouldn't have any furloughs at all.

But a warden can write his own rules.

Warden? Really? With Vanessa Sufati?

He was looking at her like a man looks at a woman.

He's a warden. He should be looking at her like a grocer looks at oranges.

Find out where Warden Catan was during Vanessa's furloughs.

I'm sorry, my husband wants dinner on the table the minute he gets home.

Spoons, salad fork, fish and dessert. You feed him well.

Always four courses, he insists.

Mrs. Catan, we're investigating complaints about abuse from prison guards.

We think it happened during your husband's absence, but we

just want to check on a few dates to see if he was working.

The first one is three weekends ago, the 7th.

He was at a prison services conference all weekend.

Okay, and last month, the weekend of the 15th.

A seminar. He was late home both days.

He's busy most weekends.

Either work or fixing that old car his uncle gave him.

That perfume, is it yours?

My daughter's. She works in a perfume store.

She brings home bottles.

I could wear a dead skunk around my neck and Olivier wouldn't notice.

Maybe he's just overworked.

He started reading books on Hinduism.

He bought a travel book on India.

Every year we've gone to the same camping ground in

Brittany for the holidays and now he's thinking about India.

I want to go to India.

I don't think he plans on inviting her.

Can't do it, Joe.

These kids who work for Charlie, they're crazier than we were.

You know Charlie, whether with him or against

him, he's not going to lift a finger for you, man.

This kid Yannick, forget him.

Can't help him.

I love you, Nicholas.

They're keeping him alive just long enough to get the ransom.

I wouldn't even count on that.

The longer they don't hear from Miss Surfity, the more nervous they'll get.

No, she probably knows where they're hiding him.

What about the warden? What do we think he knows?

He's a patsy, nothing more.

By now he probably figured out what she's up to.

He's just trying to save his own skin.

A little grey man with a little grey house and a little grey wife.

Oh, the classic Citroen DS.

You need to get Miss Surfity to talk. Soon.

She's locked up in prison in the Swiss warden.

Let's bring them some news from the outside world.

Meet me downstairs.

So, it's over? You rescued the gentleman?

No, but we caught one of the kidnappers in the ransom drop.

He was injured and he's in surgery now, so we

won't be able to talk to him until he gets out.

But we'll convince him to tell us where the victim's being kept.

And to identify the woman who helped them.

But you still suspect the victim's niece.

Like her and the others.

Which is why we're going to need Gabrielle and Desiree

and Vanessa and the others to stay in isolation.

We don't want them talking to each other or anyone else.

I understand. It's only for another few hours.

And then we'll know everything.

We'll come back when we have news.

You have great coffee here.

It's better than the battery acid we get down at the station.

The warden takes good care of us.

How long till you get the okay to leave?

Should be any minute now.

Stop your whining and just write.

Sorry, are we interrupting something?

Uh, no, no. Miss Surfity was just making her way back to isolation.

She wasn't supposed to leave isolation.

I'm still in charge of everything that happens in the station.

You know, she asked for a change in vocational training.

So she had to sign some forms, which I can then complete over the weekend.

So, what? This guy talked?

What do you think? Let me see the form she signed.

Oh, a fellow pass for Miss Surfity.

It's for next week, just to see my parents.

This has today's date on it.

What were you doing, running away to India?

Are you taking him with you?

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

We spoke to your wife.

We know all about your present seminars, weekend conferences,

all of the dates which coincide with Miss Surfity's weekend furloughs.

My people are talking with the kidnapper right now.

I'll get a call and then it's over, for her and for you.

For me?

Don't listen to them.

I didn't know what she was doing.

She was your lover. You gave her a furlough so

she could seduce all the men and kidnap them.

But I didn't know anything about that. I didn't

know anything till you guys came to the prison.

You gave her a cell phone, you let her use your computer.

Yeah, but she wanted to stay in touch with her parents.

Shut your stupid mouth.

You know what? I wouldn't listen to her any minute

now. She's about to say this was all your idea.

You better start talking before my phone rings.

I didn't do anything bad. I just fell in love.

You were helping her escape.

I was going to get a divorce. We were going to

run away together, spend the rest of our lives.

He doesn't know what he's saying.

Time is running out, Warden.

Where are they keeping the kidnapped victim?

I don't know. She didn't tell me that.

You're pathetic. I'm the only good thing in your pathetic life.

She doesn't mean that. She doesn't mean that.

I mean, you know, when we first began together, we went

out to my uncle's place where I keep a car in the garage.

I showed it. I was going to fix it up when I had time.

She said I looked like a kid with a hot rod. She said it looked sexy.

You said you'd ride away with me.

This garage? You go there often?

I know. I don't have any time.

Where is it? Write it down.

This is St. Clair.

Stand by for location of the kidnapped victim.

You and that stupid car!

It was all a trick. They didn't catch anyone. They didn't know anything.

No, but now we do.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Move it! Move it!

You're safe now, Mr. Batchelor.

Everything's alright. Your family's safe too.

Thank you, thank you. They were going to kill me.

I have to see my son, my wife.

They will join you at the hospital.

Does my wife know?

Everything. She knows everything.

It doesn't look like Kat didn't change so much as a spark plug on that car.

There's not even a socket wrench in here.

It makes me wonder why he bothered keeping it.

He had to. It's the stuff that dreams are made of.

Daddy, Yannick got arrested. He's been here since seven.

He was on his motorcycle when they pulled him over and they said it was stolen.

It's a mistake. Somebody got the wrong license plate.

Don't worry.

Yannick!

Am I happy to see you.

What a screw-up.

Police and six others were arrested tonight.

Narcotics police had the location under surveillance for three weeks

when four armed men attempted to break into the

house and Rob the occupants of drugs and money.

We'll have more on this as the information comes in.

Coming up next after the break, it's Suzy with sports.

That's you.