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And he just stood there
with his arms flexed

going, "Go ahead. Touch 'em.
Touch 'em."

What'd you do?

Well, everybody in the bar
was staring at us.

What else was I going to do?

I touched 'em.

And?

Man boobs.

Works out six hours a day,
my ass.

Sounds like a perfect
Saturday night.

Next weekend
you'll come with us

and see for yourself.

Oh, my manager
at my apartment building

mows the lawn
without his shirt on.

I think I get all the man boobs
I need.

I will get you out
eventually, Kelly.

Sir, I need you
to sign in.

Then what would we talk about
on Monday?

Sir, you can't
go in there!

He's got a gun!

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Sam.

Hey.

So what do we know?

We got two dead, one critical,
three in stable condition

and a Kelly Schmidt
who's nowhere to be found.

We've ID'd the shooter.

His name is
Craig Fitzpatrick.

Hmm, he have
any connection

with our missing girl?
So far there's no evidence

that he knew her
or anyone else

who worked here.

Local PD went
to her apartment

to try and find her.

No Kelly, but it had
been broken into.

Hmm. What kind of weapon
was he using?

Nine-millimeter.

We found it by his body

after he shot
himself.

Doesn't look like he reloaded.

Well, you're good with theories.

What do you think happened
to our missing girl?

Well, she could have
gotten scared, taken off,

but it's been,what, six hours.
Yeah.

Why hasn't anybody heard
from her?

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I talked to some
of Kelly Schmidt's coworkers.

They said she takes
the bus to work,

so I'm assuming no car.

No car and apparently
no driver's license,

at least not in
the tri-state area.

All right, maybe she's not
from around here.

I'll look into it,
see what I can find.

I'll let you know.

Okay, thanks.

All right, bye.

Okay, so I looked at
the security footage

from the parking garage.

You can't tell if the shooter
was alone when he pulled in.

So it's possible
he had an accomplice

who grabbed Kelly
when she left the building.

I didn't see a second guy.

I didn't even see the gun.

I never would have let him
into that room

with all those people
if I knew he had a gun.

I hear you got a shot off.

It went wide.

All it did was make him
turn around and shoot me.

Yeah, but you distracted him.

Got a lot of people
out of the building.

Yeah, maybe.

You ever see
this guy before?

Nah. He just flew
right by me.

You think he was after
Kelly Schmidt?

Well, if he was,
he didn't find her.

By t time I got to my gun,
he'd offed himself.

You can't come in here.

I just need one
more minute, okay?

I'm sorry. The
doctor's waiting.

Look, Kelly was headed
in one direction

and then she changed her mind
and headed in another direction.

Do you have any theory
as to why?

I don't know.

Okay, um...
the door she went to--

she went with
a bunch of people?

No. No, there was no one there.

They all went out
through the billing department.

So the exit she left from--

where does it go?

Uh, probably
the emergency exit--

it leads to the side
of the building.

I really wish
I could have stopped him.

You did great. Thanks.

Okay, so I can't find
any connection

between Kelly Schmidt and our
shooter Craig Fitzpatrick,

but he did make a lot of calls

to the cell phone
of a Rushlight employee

named Maggie Jens.

Okay, Maggie Jens...

Well, according
to the badge scan,

she didn't go to work today.

Viv, look at this.

Maggie Jens and our shooter
had the same home address.

She was probably
the target.

Yeah, but if he
wanted to shoot her,

he could have
done it at home.

Why go to Rushlight?
I don't know.

Look, there's a bunch of calls

between Kelly and Maggie's
cell phones.

Now Maggie called
Kelly at home,

but there aren't any calls
from Kelly to Maggie's home.

So she had some reason
to avoid him.

Or she knows enough
to be afraid of him.

It could be, but this
much contact by cell phone--

seems like they're trying
to hide something from him.

Hey.
Hey.

It looked like Kelly Schmidt
came home

and changed her clothes
after the shooting.

Well, one of the neighbors--

he says that he heard
about the shooting on the radio,

then walked by this apartment

and says that Kelly's door
was fine,

so the break-in
had to happen afterwards.

Well, then that rules out
Craig Fitzpatrick, right?

It's a bad day when you have
two crazy people after you.

I don't know. Maybe she, uh...

maybe she knew

there was
somebody else.

She got scared

and that's why she ran away...

I'm sorry.
I got to sit down for a second.

So, you okay?

Yeah, um...

I'm pregnant.

Okay...
How do you feel about it?

Apart from the fact
that I'm getting sick,

I don't... I don't know.

So when you know
how you feel about it,

then you will
let me know,

so I can respond accordingly.

I haven't told anybody else
at work.

My lips are sealed, I promise.

Aren't you going to ask me
who the father is?

It's none of my business.

It's no one you know.

Just so you know.

Like I said,

it's none of my business.

All right,

I'm going to to throw up,
and then I'm going to call ERT

and have them process
this place right away.

I had no idea Craig could do
something like that.

Poor Carol.

Ms. Jens,

why did you check
into a motel?

Did you think
he was dangerous?

I left him a note telling him
I was leaving him.

I was afraid that he would get
violent with me.

Figured it would be better

if he just didn't know
where I was.

I just... I didn't know.

Do you know where
Kelly Schmidt is?

Why?
Did something happen to her?

Well, we thought

she was trying to contact you
to find out if you were okay.

No.

Do you know why someone would
break into her apartment?

If you know
something,

please tell us.

I don't want to get her
into trouble.

Maggie, she's missing.

She's already in trouble.

I went to her house
for dinner a week ago.

You sure you don't want
some of this?

I can't drink.

It doesn't sit well
on my stomach.

Oh, well, no wonder
you eat like this all the time.

That pot roast was fantastic.

Thanks.

I don't cook, like, this much.
It's just me.

Seems like a waste.

There's a reason people
shouldn't drink alone.

Oh, my.

Don't worry about it.
It's not a big deal.

Just, uh...

Let me get you something
to change into.

Sorry about the glass.

I'll buy you a new one.

That's okay. I don't have
a matching set anyway.

Kelly?

Yeah.

Did you steal these from work?

Did you?

I'm in a ton of trouble
with my credit cards.

You have to take them back.

Well, there's a guy;
he's expecting them.

You'll have to tell him
too bad.

Kelly, if corporate
finds out

or starts trying to
figure out what happened,

you'll get caught.

You have to
take them back.

I will.

I just really needed the money.

Just don't tell anyone, okay?

£¿£¿£¿£¿ I helped you
when Craig was drinking

and you were afraid of him.

Please, you got to let me
make it right.

I assumed since I hadn't heard
anything at work

that she'd managed
to get them back somehow.

Well, they weren't in her
apartment, so maybe she did.

Any idea who she was supposed
to sell 'em to?

No.

You think
she might have

told someone else about them?

Kelly's real nice, but she's,
she's kind of a hermit.

Other than me,
a few other people at work,

she doesn't really talk
to anybody.

Surely, she had
someone.

There was... there was a Ralph.

Um, he was the only person
that she dated while I knew her.

He just kept asking.

She said yes
just to make him stop.

Where can we find Ralph?

He managed hardware at Wal-Mart,
I think.

Well, she lied about being
up to her eyeballs in debt.

She's got one credit card
with a zero balance.

Well, maybe she's
just a thief.

There were two other
inventory shrinkages

since she started working
at Rushlight.

So, what, she was worried

that the shooting
would get her caught?

That seems kind of paranoid,
even for a thief.

Well, I've got her application
for Rushlight,

so I'll call her past employers.

If she stole from them, maybe
they can help us ID her buyer.

Okay.

Spade.

Uh-huh.

Okay, got it. Thanks.

One of the stolen GPS

units was activated

a couple hours ago;
a guy named ester Lake.

Great.

Did we get a pop on those prints
from Kelly Schmidt's apartment?

Not yet.

All right,
you know, try

matching them up against
a guy named Chester Lake.

It's a match.

Mm, possession of
stolen property,

selling stolen property,
just your average fence.

What's his connection
to Kelly Schmidt?

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

You busting me because I didn't
send in the warranty card?

No, we're busting you

because you're in possession
of a GPS that she stole

and because your fingerprints
are all over her apartment

and she's missing.

She sold it to me.

I think I got a receipt at home.

Come on, Chester.

What happened?

Did she panic, want to come
clean, so you killed her, hmm?

I didn't touch her.

Okay, fine,

it doesn't matter.

This qualifies
as a third strike anyway.

I'll get the process started:
photos, fingerprints.

Wait, wait, wait, hold on.

You gonna give me
a reason to pretend

that you actually have
a receipt for this at home?

She called
right after the shooting.

She said, um,

"There's a change of plans.
Come over right away."

Because it's gonna be
on the news and he might see me.

Yeah, well, at least
this way I'll be moving.

I'm gonna be there
before lunch

so we can talk about it then,
okay? Bye.

What the hell happened
at Rushlight?

A crazed boyfriend
shot up the place.

Did anyone...?
Is everyone okay?

Uh, the guy

with the gun
and some woman are dead.

There's a couple other that
are shot, but they're okay.

Did you bring me a car?

Yeah, but I don't think
you should be going anywhere.

Look, Chester, I don't want
to talk about it.

The units are in the closet.
They're worth way more

than whatever crap-ass car
you brought me, okay?

You win in this transaction.
Let's leave it at that.

The cops are gonna come
looking for you.

Then I guess
you better get your stuff

and stop hanging around.

I stuffed all the units
in a garbage bag and I left.

She was still packing.

So you didn't break
into her apartment?

No.

Anybody else hanging around?

I wasn't looking.

You're a bad liar, Chester.

She didn't call you
from her phone.

I gave her a burner phone
to use to call me.

She must have been using it
for other things.

Oh, you have a receipt
for that at home as well?

Why don't you write down

all the information

about the car
that you gave her?

So if Lake is telling
the truth,

she's got a half day
head start

and could be, like,
400 miles away.

All right.

There's nothing like
a nice tight APB.

I'd love to help you out
with that tight APB,

but I tried contacting
three of the references

from her Rushlight
employment application.

They're all bogus.

So whatever
she's running from

happened before
she got the job.

Somewhere east
of the Mississippi

before the Rushlight job.

I think we got it
narrowed down.

Here's a shot in the dark.

I couldn't find a Ralph
at Wal-Mart.

I did, however, find a Roy
that manages a hardware store

in the same mall.

Close enough.
Hmm?

I haven't seen her
in a couple months.

Not since she broke up
with me.

How long
did you go out?

Barely five weeks.

Now, did she talk about anything

that might explain
why she's missing?

Kelly was a good listener.

But I think it was a cover

to avoid having
to talk about herself.

The cops were swarming the neighborhood,
going door-to-door.

What were you doing?

I was finishing,
I don't know, 20th gumball.

Did your parents
every figure out

how you got into
the neighbor's house?

I'd taken a kitchen knife,
cut through our screen door,

and then climbed into the neighbor's
open basement window.

Wow. You were a boy
with a great love of gumballs.

All right, it's your turn.

Happy childhood memory.

I don't really
remember anything

from when I was little.

Oh, come on.
There's got to be something.

No, just the
standard stuff.

Picnics, trips
to the fair.

Oh, my God,
the most boring childhood ever.

Listen, you better
tell me something

or I'm gonna make you
have sex with me again.

We had a house
with a tin roof

and it would get
all hot from the sun.

And on the Fourth of July

my mother and I would
take a blanket out

and watch the fireworks
over the Chesapeake Bay.

We'd lay out there
watching them explode

and light up the bridge

until the roof
cooled down.

I'd say that sounds fun.

It was...

until my mom died.

Then no more roof.

Um, so is that where
you spent your vacations?

What?

The Chesapeake Bay.

I thought you said
you grew up in Indiana.

Yeah.

I'm hungry.
Are you hungry?

You know,
I didn't think about it

until right now, but it was
only a few days later

that she said she didn't want
to see me anymore.

Do you remember anything else?

No.

I wish I did.

I liked her.

Lucy?

I'm still trying
to track

the burner cell phone call
she made.

Question:
Can you handle doing two things

at the same time?

I need a satellite image
of Chesapeake Bay

from 15 years ago.

Let's start west
of Hampton Bridge.

This is ten
square miles.

Well, according to the
Hampton, Virginia City Hall,

this is where

they usually have
the fireworks show,

so we're gonna have
to canvas door-to-door

between this hill on the edge of town
and the water.

So focus on this.

Then, hopefully, we'll be able
to narrow it down.

Based on what?

Tin roofs.

I'm gonna need
the addresses

to all the houses
that have one.

Her name isn't Kelly.

It's Sue.

She's missing?

Did you hear
about the office shooting today?

Yes, on the radio.

Well, she was there
and disappeared

in the aftermath.

Jasmine, what about Jasmine?

Who's Jasmine?

Jasmine's my granddaughter.

This is my daughter.

I haven't seen them
in two years.

Mommy!

Hi, sweetie.

What are you
doing here?

I went to the house
to see Jasmine.

Mike said she was here.

Yeah, he's going

out of town
tomorrow morning early.

He asked me
to look after her.

Sweetheart, why don't you
go up to your room for a minute?

You can't be here.
You know that.

According
to the custody agreement,

you can't be here.

Can't we bend the rules
just a little?

I thought maybe we could
put it behind us.

All the ugliness.

Why don't you pour me a glass
of whatever you're drinking

and we could try
to start over?

Oh, yeah,
drugs and alcohol.

That's how you lost her
in the first place.

It won't happen again.
Please, Daddy?

If you don't go,
I'm gonna call the police.

Just let Jasmine come home with me, please?!
Hey...

I just want to take care
of my baby!

Listen to me.

If you don't leave,
I'm gonna call the police.

I really don't want
to have you arrested.

No!

Is that what you want?

Do you want me to call the police, huh?
No.

Is that what you want?!
No!

Good-bye, Mommy.

Good night, sweetheart.

Remember...

I love you, okay?

A bushel and a peck.

I woke up in the morning.
Jasmine was gone.

Sue had a key to the house.

It never dawned on me
to change the locks.

Could you tell me the name
of your daughter's ex-husband?

Mike Neely.

Works with me
at the factory.

Great dad to Jasmine,

whicis why
he got custody.

I kept thinking that
Sue would bring Jasmine back.

Mr. Carlton, can I bother you

for a photograph
of your granddaughter?

That's a couple years old.

You will find them?

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I did find

a parental kidnap warrant
for Sue Carlton

issued by
the Albany office.

Any leads?

Yeah, well, the agent there said

that he tracked it
for a couple of months

and nothing turned up and so...

And then he got busy.

Yeah.

So how's it going here?
Good.

I've been reading
the transcripts

from the divorce
proceedings.

Viv, listen to this.

Mike Neely filed
for sole custody

with limited supervised
visitation

for his ex-wife.

He alleged drug abuse
and emotional instability.

Now the drugs were all
he said-she said,

but there's a hospital report,
which says

that Sue tried to commit suicide
when she was 16 years old.

Well, what's a juvenile record
doing in a divorce transcript?

Sue's father gave
it to the court.

He testified against her.

Okay.

An apartment building
in Vineland,

New Jersey ran a credit check

on Sue Carlton's
Social Security number

six months after
she kidnapped Jasmine.

And she looked like this.

Lived here with
her daughter Jasmine.

And when was that?

Oh, they left
about a year ago.

Any idea why?

Sue seemed stressed out,
if you know what I mean.

No, sir, I don't
know if I do.

Well, I heard her
fighting with Jasmine

a couple of nights.

I just think her money
troubles got to her.

Oh, hi, Sue.

Hey, Mr. Garver.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Where's Jasmine?

I had to drop her at her
grandma's for a little while.

Uh, you know, my schedule.

I know you've been
having some trouble.

Yeah.

Uh, it's been hard on Jasmine,
my being gone so much.

She's a sensitive little girl.

You know, Mrs. Garver
does some baby-sitting.

I'll bet she'd give you
a good rate.

Might make your schedule
easier to manage.

Thanks, Mr. Garver.

It's a nice offer.

Be careful. It's wet.

So I went to check on her
the next afternoon.

Apartment was empty.

Totally cleared out.
Never saw her again.

And you're sure that
she dropped Jasmine off

at her grandmother's?
Yeah,

Mrs. Garver and I
were relieved

to know she had
someone to turn to.

Now beside the fighting,

did you ever notice
her abusing Jasmine?

You mean, hit her?

Yeah, anything like that.

No, never.
Jasmine was clean,

seemed well cared for.

I mean, that's why I
thought Sue was a safe bet.

She stiffed me
out of a month's rent.

So it just goes to show,
doesn't it?

Yeah, I guess.

Now what about him,
seen him before?

Yeah, that's
Jasmine's dad.

He came by a couple days later.

He was looking for them.

What'd you tell him?

What I knew: nothing.

Mother kidnaps her daughter;
the daughter's never seen again.

Looks to me like the judge
made the right custody call.

Maybe, but...

Jasmine didn't disappear

until a year after they'd
been on the run, right?

And the landlord said he
never saw any signs of abuse.

Maybe the stress of being
on the run got to her.

Guys, Lucy ID'd
the burner phone.

When the fence was there,
she was talking to Chris Posey.

We're old friends from
back in high school.

You know, I think she
just wanted me to know

that she was okay
after the shooting.

Then why did she tell you
she'd be at your place by lunch?

No, she didn't say that.

I mean, at least
not to me.

Maybe she was talking
to someone else.

She only made one call.

No, I just... I don't know
how I can help you.

You can start
by telling me the truth.

About what?

Ms. Posey, nobody's seen that
little girl in over a year.

After everything
I've seen and heard,

it's my belief that Sue Carlton
abducted her own child.

And for reasons

I'm failing to understand,
you are wasting my time.

Sue wouldn't hurt Jasmine.

And what makes you say that?

Because this has all been
about trying to protect her.

I don't know how Mike found us,

but Jasmine's sure she saw him
outside her school.

I got so scared,
I yelled at her.

I just... I can't put her
in that position again.

Maybe you should go home, Sue.

No, they'll take her from me.
You have to keep her.

No way!
Yes.

Mike and my father
are going to be looking

for a single mother
and daughter.

They won't be looking
for us separately.

You can say she's your niece

or your goddaughter--
I don't care.

I mean, what if she slips up,
tells someone the truth?

We have to keep her safe, Chris.

You have to help me
keep her safe.

From what, Sue?

You're acting crazy.

You stole your kid.

You disappear for a year,
and then you call me

out of the blue
in the middle of the night, ask me to come

to some truck stop--
I mean, what...?

Mommy?

Yeah, I'm right here, honey.

What's going on?

Are you high?

No! I'm clean.

I've been clean for a year.

I just...

He was hurting her, Chris.

I love her so much.

I can't let him do that.

Wh-what do you mean, Sue?

What are you
talking about?

I'm sleepy.

I know, honey.

We're going to get you to bed
real soon, okay?

Chris, if you don't

help us,
I don't know what I'll do.

So I kept Jasmine.

Sue visited once
or twice a month.

If Jasmine got sick
or had some expense for school,

she'd bring me money.

It's been like that for a year.

It's also called
"aiding and abetting."

Now what reasons
do you have

for believing that
her child was being abused?

Look, in high school, Sue was...

screwed up.

She stayed that way until she

met Mike; he help her
turn things around.

At least until Jasmine was born,
and then she...

went off the deep end again.

I mean, if Mike
was molesting

her daughter, I just...

I guess I thought
that sort of explained why.

What time did
she pick up Jasmine?

Um, about four hours ago.

I mean, she just put
Jasmine in the car and left

like the devil himself
was chasing her.

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Well, if she wants

a fast route, she's going
to take the thruway.

And if she's avoiding cops,
she could be anywhere.

Well, let's make sure
every law enforcement agency

in a 500-me radius gets
an updated picture of Jasmine.

And border patrol.

I already thought of that.

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

why wouldn't she just bring itnd
up in the custody hearing?

Well, maybe she didn't want

to put her daughter
through that.

Or maybe it's a big, fat lie.

Johnson.

Yeah.

Well, was he alone?

All right, I need for you

to post a police officer
at his door,

and to call social services.

Uh-huh. Right, thanks.

What do we got?

Mike Neely's in the hospital.

He had a car accident.

Jasmine's with him.
No sign of the mother.

My chest hurts.
Oh, I know,

mamita, but they took
an X-ray right?

And they did some other tests?

Yeah.
Okay.

So that means that the doctor
is making sure that you're okay.

But listen, if anything
starts to hurt really bad,

you have to talk thim.
Can you do that?

Is my daddy going
to be okay?

Um, he's with the doctors
right now, and...

and they're trying
to fix some stuff.

Daddy's going to
sleep for a while.

And you see the nice
lady over there?

She's going to be
taking care of you, okay?

You can talk to her
about anything you want.

Anything.

Sweetheart,

um, did Ms. Delgado tell you
that we've been looking for you?

Yes, sir.

And your mom?

I don't know where she is.

But you did.

You were with her, yeah?

Until Daddy came.

I know you're upset.

I have a test tomorrow
in Social Studies.

I'm sorry.
I studied.

I know you did.

And I bet you would've aced it.

We're going to get you
back in school right away.

It'll just be
a different school.

Why?

Because we just...

we have to move again.

I don't want to.
I know.

You shouldn't have
to go through this.

Mommy wishes you didn't.

Hey, do you want
to watch a movie?

I think they're showing

The Princess Diaries
on pay-per-view.

I know you love it.

Hey, you know what?

I could get us some sodas
from the vending machine.

Sure.

Okay.
Here, you set up the movie,

and I'll be right back.

Mom!

You have to come with me.
Mom!

I'm sorry, honey,
but you need to be quiet.

I didn't see Mom again.

And Dad was driving too fast,
and I was upset,

and then he looked at me.

And then this car
in front of us stopped.

Okay, okay.

Um...

this hotel
where you were staying,

was there anything, uh...

different,
anything special about it?

Well, there was a bear
on the sign, standing up.

And there was lots of cars
in the parking lot with boats.

I don't really remember
anything else.

No, no, no.

That's great. That's plenty.

Thank you.

Is my mommy gonna be okay?
You know what we did?

We called your grandpa

so he can keep you company,
and I think he's here.

Yeah. Look.

He's over there.
Grandpa Byron!

Hi, sweetheart.

What did you do to yourself?

I missed you so much.

You're okay.

So you think she was right

to kidnap her daughter?
No. All I'm saying is

that if her ex-husband
was molesting her daughter,

I understand why she felt
like she didn't have a choice.

Well, the sad thing is,
if she was being abused,

she's gonna need help,
you know, therapy.

Mom's on the run,
that's not gonna happen.

True, but, uh...

I don't know.

I imagine a mother's instinct
is to protect her child,

and maybe her fight-or-flight
response kicked in,

and she picked...
she picked flight.

I don't know
what size.

I just need
two new tires.

Sue Clayton? FBI.

All right,

go ahead and put down
the tire iron.

He slashed my tires.
All right,

I want to hear all about it,

but I need you
to put that down now.

It's clear.

I have to find Jasmine.

We found her.

Is she okay?

She's fine.
Take me to her.

Please take me to Jasmine.

I can't let them
take her back to him.

Listen, you don't
need to worry.

Your ex-husband can't
hurt anybody right now.

Mike?
Yeah, Mike.

We won't let him hurt
your daughter, okay?

No, not him--
he loves Jasmine.

Well, then who
are you talking about?

My father.

I think I better
call Jack.

You good?
Mm-hmm.

After my mom died...

he told me
he missed her so much,

and only I could make him
feel better.

Sue?

Was your father
molesting Jasmine?

No. I'd never leave them alone
together.

But after the judge said
I couldn't be there anymore,

I got afraid.

I couldn't let him
do that to her.

Did you tell anybody about this?

I made myself tell Mike.

But he thought I was lying
just to get Jasmine back.

I was gonna go
to the police, but...

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Hey, Susie.

What do you want?

Mike told me
what you said.

Fortunately,

he's too smart to believe you.

Yeah, well,
someone will believe me.

Well, I doubt that.

Honey, wait, wait,
don't you...

you remember
when I found you

on the floor of the bathroom
when you were 16

and I had to pump all of those
pills out of your stomach?

Well, I thought
that the court should know

exactly how unstable
you are.

What did you do?

Listen, honey,

I-I-I just
I told the judge

so he'll know
what he's really dealing with.

You will never win an appeal,

and you'd be lucky to see r
even with supervision.

I love Jasmine.

You... you left me no choice.

And if you

try to tell
even one more person...

I will kill you.

Mm-hmm.

I didn't know what to do.

I even went back to him,
and I tried to...

I'd hoped he'd want me
instead of Jasmine.

Please don't give her
back to him.

Hey.

Sweetie.

How are you?

Hey, listen, would you mind
hanging out with Katie

while I talk to your grandfather
about some stuff?

Agent Malone, I think
she needs me right now.

I'd rather now leave her,
you know?

If we can just...
I'm sure you wouldn't.

But, uh,

I think she's had enough
excitement for one day.

Don't you?

All right.

Okay, sweetheart.

You wait right over here
for Grandpa.

Be right back, okay?

We found Sue.

Is she okay?

Well, that depends on your
definition of "okay."

If you think

that molesting your daughter
since she was a child

is acceptable behavior,
then I guess the answer is yes.

Whoa.

I don't know
what my daughter told you,

but if you think I'm gonna stand
here and submit to slander...

Offensive is the
best defense,

and usually the refuge
of a guilty man.

My daughter
is a very troubled woman.

Yeah, I'm not surprised

after all the stuff
that you've done to her.

Now, she's gonna

tell the police everything,
you pervert.

And I am gonna go
door to door

in your neighborhood

and find someone who
will testify to that.

You do that, it'll be slander,

and I will sue you.

It's only slander if it's a lie,

and I will find someone
to prove that it's not.

Now, you listen
to me.

You go ahead and you give
it your best shot.

I work for the government.

You can't sue me
for doing my job,

and I will do it.

I suggest you find yourself
a good lawyer.

I can refer you to a couple.

Hey.

It's late.

Yeah, I was...

waiting for you to get back,
actually.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's good.

I'm pregnant.

Really?

Yup.

You're pregnant?gn

Not, uh, very far along...

at about 13 weeks,
but I thought that...

you should know.

Not because

I want you to treat me
any differently.

I mean I'm still here 100%
doing my job.

Nothing's gonna change.

Spoken like someone
who hasn't had a kid yet.

Well, I just thought
you should know.

I didn't, uh...

I didn't know
you were seeing anyone.

Okay.

Okay.

Yeah.

No special treatment.

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