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♪

- Hey, baby.

- Hey, how was it?

- Well,
the next time the hospital

hosts a fundraiser,
we are writing a check.

- And how was your night?

- Good. Studying.

- Pretty intense studying
to make you sweat that much.

- I'm sure you didn't sneak out
to Alex's house party, right?

- Been here all night,
and now I need

another book for studying.

- You havin' a drink?
It's almost 11:00.

- Well, I had to drive,
honey, this is my first one.

I think I earned it.

- Well, I'll join you then.

There's some pinot left
in the--oh, my God.

- Mom!
- How you doing, doc?

Remember me?

- Darian?
- No talking!

You two, on the couch.

And you
stay right where you are.

- I don't
keep drugs in the house.

- Liar!

Alcohol is a drug, ain't it?

Move your ass over there.

Please, take whatever
you want--

- I said no talking!
- Just don't hurt us.

- This doesn't
concern you, bitch!

Would you mind your business
and let the men sort it out?

Now, you, who was that man from
last night, at the hospital?

- What man?
- The guy with the sweater!

He looked like an accountant,
he came in the room

right after I left.

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

- Wrong answer.

- Oh, God!

- I need a name, doc.
- Oh, God, help him!

- I need a name and I need
to know where to find him.

Now, you either play ball
with me, or she is next.

♪

- Hon?

- Yep.

- Oh, wow, how's it going?

- You know,
I've never done this before.

It's actually really relaxing.

- Yeah, I mean, you are--
you are doing it wrong.

You're supposed
to do the trim first,

then the ceiling,
then the walls.

That way
you only have to tape once.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

You see that,
the horizontal stripes?

You're actually supposed
to start

in the middle,
work your way out.

- You know,
you can grab a roller

and one of those things if
you wanna start giving me tips.

- Oh, I'm good.
You're dripping.

So I think I found
someplace super nice for us.

It's called the Edgewood Resort
and Spa on Sanibel Island.

- Oh, Sanibel's fine.

- What, you don't like Florida?

- No, I love Florida.
I go there all the time.

- No, you don't--
you haven't taken

a single vacation
since I met you.

- Well, for work, and last time
I stayed for an extra day

and went deep-sea fishing
with my brother in law.

- Okay, all right, mystery man,
then dream your dream.

As long as it's
warm and tropical,

where do you want to go?

- Bali.

- You want to go to Bali?
- Mm-hmm.

- You do realize that's, like,
a 23-hour flight?

We'd blow our entire budget
on airfare.

- You said dream your dream.

- That's true.
- Mm-hmm.

- LaCroix.

All right,
let the rest of the team know.

Thank you.

What is it that
we're doing here again, hmm?

- Oh, free-birding?

- Yeah, right, so it doesn't
matter where we go,

what we're doing, as long as we
do it together,

the two of us, right?

Bali's too expensive,
we won't do that.

How about the Bahamas?

- You're okay with the Bahamas?

- I'm about to head out
to New Jersey.

The Bahamas is a definite yes.

- Okay.
- I'm gonna go clean up.

- You're leaving your paint?

It's gonna dry out.

- Well, you can
put it away from me.

- I could.

- I'll finish up when
I get home, thank you.

- Okay, you're welcome.

- That's Dr. Johnson
on the floor, his wife Jade,

and 15-year-old son Kelvin
on the couch.

Neighbor got suspicious
when she saw a white guy leave

in the doctor's Alfa Romeo
at 7:30 this morning.

Half hour later,
toll cams caught the Alfa Romeo

crossing state lines
into New York.

That's when I called you.

Grateful, to be honest.

I hate the dead kid ones.

- Jess.
- Yeah?

- We just got a facial rec hit
on the toll cam photo.

Our fugitive is Harley Ross.

Sheet full of drug offenses,

currently on parole
for possession of meth.

- A meth-head?
Figures.

- I just sent it to Kristin,
Ortiz, and Hana.

- Okay.

We have a time
of death on these three?

- Coroner says
about 11:00 last night.

- So if he killed them
last night and the neighbors

saw him leaving at
7:30 this morning...

- What was he doing
for eight hours?

- I think he stuck around.

Somebody slept in the bed
in the master,

and we got prints
all over the place.

- Murder a family
then take a nap?

It takes a real specific
kind of person to do that.

- Anything stolen?

- Victim's wallets are emptied,

but he didn't take that iPad
or the jewelry.

That's at least a few grand.

- Well, maybe he didn't want
to risk pawning it?

- Or he's back on meth.

Whatever he wanted
from the Johnsons,

he was willing
to kill 'em to get it.

Do we have his last known
on that sheet?

- Yeah, house in Haledon.

- We should head there,
see what this guy's about.

Thanks for your help,
detective.

- Who'd wanna kill Dr. Johnson?

And I know people say
stuff like that

when someone dies,
but he was different.

He made house calls
for my uninsured mom.

Who does that?

- It sounds like a real loss
for the community.

- Between this practice, ED,
and his family,

he was always rushing,

but he made sure
his patients felt heard.

- Which EDs?

- He moonlighted
emergency departments

at St. Luke and Jersey General.

They were always short
on doctors.

- Do you know this guy?

- No. Is he the one who did it?

- We think so;
we need to find out

if he was one
of Dr. Johnson's patients,

and there's a HIPAA exception.

- For law enforcement,
sure, whatever you need.

- And do the patient files
include the hospitals?

- Everything's together, yeah.

- Harley Ross wasn't a patient.

Not here and not
in the hospitals.

- Did Dr. Johnson deal
in pain management?

- Yeah, a lot of our patients
work in construction.

- Thank you for your time.

both:
Thank you.

- Our fugitive is a drug user.

We need to find out
if Dr. Johnson's

prescription pads have been
filled in the last few hours.

- Three lives
for a for a pad and a paper.

- And a lot of pills.

- Okay, thank you.

Neighbor says Harley
lives alone.

His mom ran off
when he was little,

and he inherited the place
when his dad died.

- And how old was he
when that happened?

- 18.

- Easy for someone like that
to fall through the cracks.

So he inherits the house,
but instead of maintaining it,

he spent his money
on things that would

improve his life
in the short term.

- Fancy TV, liquor, meth--
looks like he's all about

instant gratification
and numbing.

- And literally
covered up problems

instead of dealing with them.

Well, it's not as bad in here
as I thought it might be.

- See, I never
understood the whole

empty bottle
as a decoration motif.

- Trophies.

You know, he could have
brought in a roommate

to help pay the bills.

- Maybe no one else could
put up with this crap or him.

- Or he was controlling
his environment.

Sharing space
makes you vulnerable.

- His mom ran off
when he was little.

He could have issues
with intimacy.

- Think you might be
on to something.

- There's blood.

These clothes, this makeup--

a woman must have
been living here.

- So who is she?

- And is she still alive?

- Let's get ERT in here
and dust for prints.

Hopefully Hana can get
something off of this computer.

All of Dr. Johnson's

prescription pads
are accounted for.

I don't think
this is about stealing pills.

How's it coming?

- Not good.
This thing's a wreck.

- Where are we
on the fingerprints

at Harley's house?

- Fingerprints
from Harley's bedroom

belong to a Lucy Carver,
born May 3rd, 1997.

Looks like her parents
did one of those

fingerprint kits
when she was little.

Other than that,
there's no driver's license,

no social media, no cell phone,

no tax history,
no credit cards.

- No social I get,
but no cell, really?

- Maybe she doesn't want
to be found.

What if Lucy was an accomplice,

could she
have been at the Johnsons?

- It doesn't add up.

No prints and the neighbor said
Harley was alone when he left.

- Maybe the connection
is not between Harley

and the Johnsons,
it's between them and Lucy?

- So how do you
deep dive a ghost?

- Well, her parents
cared enough to get her

fingerprinted and photographed.

They're a good place to start.

- Except her parents
died in a car accident.

But her brother is local.

He works at a market in Union.

- Your sister is missing,
and we think she's in danger.

You have any idea
where she might be?

- Well, we're not close.

I mean,
there's a 13-year age gap,

and I moved out of the house

right when she started
high school.

- And did you
ever go back to visit?

- Not often, and when
Lucy started dating Harley,

I went from seeing her
twice a year to never.

- They were in a relationship?

- I guess you could say that.

Lucy left home shortly
after she graduated

'cause it wasn't
a happy place, you know?

My dad...

Shouldn't have been a dad.

- Was he abusive?

- Not physically,
more controlling like,

you know,
always hollering what to do.

- When was the last time
you saw Lucy?

- Oh, years ago
at our parents' funeral.

- We're sorry
about the accident.

- You mean the murder
of my mom by my dad.

My guess is they had
one of their fights.

He always
had to have the last word.

He drove 'em off that cliff,

not that it matters
anymore anyway.

Can I go now?
I gotta get back to work.

- Yeah, sure,
thanks for your time.

Well, the father definitely
seems overbearing.

I don't think Lucy's
trying to stay off the radar,

I think she's repeating
a childhood pattern.

- Replacing one
controlling man, her dad,

with another, Harley.

- Question is, what is Harley
doing with that control?

- What do you think
about the theory that

their dad killed their mom?

- Hopefully history
isn't repeating itself

with their daughter.

- The bottom one
is cinnamon raisin.

Gill begs me to make it,
then he complains

it doesn't taste
like his mother's.

I think her extra ingredient
was spite.

- So nice of you to share,
thank you.

- I figure even if Al is still
on his diet, it's more for you.

Love you, sweetie.
I'll see you guys on Sunday.

- Now, I don't know why

I thought
you were an accountant, man.

Probably the sweater.

I mean, think about it,
why would a doctor

call an accountant
into my girl's room?

I mean, that just
doesn't make sense.

- We'll give you
whatever you want.

- What I want is for you
to shut the hell up!

You weren't there.

Dr. Johnson said that
you two are do-gooders

who want to help people.

And I know that your wife
wanted to help you

because she gave one hell
of a performance out there.

So now it's your turn, Allen.

♪

- Shh, shh, shh.

Now, are you gonna help her?

- Mm-hmm!
- What was that?

I can't hear you--

you got a little something
in your mouth.

- Oh, lucky!

Except I think our odds
went from one out of six

to one out of five.

- Please--

- You know what I want.

Tell me what you told her.

And tell me how you did it.

♪

- Wait--wait, I'll tell you.

There's a website.

- What is it?

- All right, prints confirm
that Harley was here.

He stole their Audi--
BOLO's out.

- Got Hope and Allen Larson.

Both shot at close range,
just like the Johnsons.

- Any connection
between them and Harley?

- Facial rec's
scanning social media,

and I'm starting the deep dive.

- Looks like one of them
was shopping for jewelry

when they were ambushed.

Some website
called Blue Bamboo?

Were there any prints here
that don't belong

to Harley or the Larsons?

- You mean like Lucy? No.

Maybe we're
looking for a connection

when there isn't one.

Is he just getting high
on killing people?

- I don't think so--
I think these murders

are a means to an end.

Just not clear
what that end is yet.

- This might help
bring things into focus.

Allen Larson was a patient
care coordinator at St. Luke's.

- That's one of the hospitals
Dr. Johnson worked at.

I'll let Jess and Sheryll know.

You guys do what you can
to track the stolen car.

- I can't believe Dr. Johnson
and Allen are dead.

- I know this is difficult,
but would you mind if I

showed you a photo, see if you
could recognize somebody?

- Yeah,
he was here a few days ago.

- Was he a patient?

- No, he was
with a woman who was hurt.

- Was that Lucy Carver?

- I don't remember her name,
but I remember his

because it was Harley.

Loud and obnoxious
like the motorcycle.

He was yelling at Dr. Johnson.

- Why was
he yelling at the doctor?

- Well, the woman he was with
was hurt pretty bad.

Dr. Johnson suspected abuse,

so he pulled her aside
and asked.

- Did she deny it?

- She said she had
fallen down stairs.

Harley told the same story.

- So what did you do?

- When Dr. Johnson asked
Harley to step out

for some paperwork,
then he called Allen in.

- So instead
of calling the police,

he called in the patient
care coordinator.

- Do you know how long
it takes for cops

to respond
to non-emergency calls?

She would have been long gone.

Allen, he could get through
to abuse victims.

- And did he?

- No.

Harley started yelling,
and Allen left.

We treated and released her,
and she left with Harley.

- We'll need a copy
of Lucy Carver's file.

♪

- There goes
your last two brain cells.

You stupid prick.

The cops are looking
for this Audi.

I'm not going back to prison.

- No one is--here, go.

Just let me use your laptop...

And then I'm gone.

♪

I'm gonna find 'em,
no matter what.

Hey, Crystal, get your
cell phone and come here.

Hey!

I need you to do something
for me.

- Lucy had a cracked tooth,
fractured ulna, bruised hip,

contusions on her neck
and arms.

- Unbelievable.

Harley sent her to the ER
six times in seven years,

and that's not counting
the other hospitals

that Barnes is checking.

- That's disgusting,
and doing it

to a person you claim to love.

- It's not love, it's control.

I saw the same thing
with Sarah's ex, Hugh.

He made Sarah's world
smaller and smaller

till one day there's
nothing left but him.

How's that laptop coming?

- I'm finally in, think I got
something, give me a second.

- What's strange is
why Lucy wouldn't leave

while Harley was in prison.

- It's like
when I was growing up.

My neighbors had this
German Shepherd, Frankie.

They kept him on a chain
in the backyard,

and he pulled on that thing
and pulled on it for months.

And finally, he stopped.

They unchained him,
but it didn't matter.

He'd given up.

- Check this out.

Now, the laptop
was obviously Harley's;

the browsing history
had been deleted.

But when I recovered it,
the last website

that was visited at 12:34 a.m.
on Wednesday

was Blue Bamboo Jewelry,
and that's an hour

after Lucy was discharged
from the hospital.

- That's the same website
that we saw

on the computer
at the Larsons' house.

So what's Harley doing
shopping for jewelry?

- It wasn't Harley,
it was Lucy.

I thought the only email
account on here was Harley's,

but then I found another
account belonging to Lucy.

When I restored it,
this popped up.

It's a receipt.

At 12:46 a.m., she ordered
a nine-inch bracelet,

one ring, and one necklace.

Now, look in the bottom
right hand, can you see that?

It says "ready for immediate
pickup at 22 Fir Street."

- Immediate pickup
in the middle of the night?

- It's also
not an automated response.

Someone wrote this.

I mean, if this is a message,
she might be there.

- And Harley too.

- I don't think he saw this.
She was covering her tracks.

- Guys, 22 Fir Street
is a church less than a mile

from Harley's house.
There's a street cam nearby.

- Can you rewind the feed
to the night

that Lucy got that email?

- Not sure.
- They don't make it easy.

- Thursday, Wednesday,
2:00 a.m., 1:00 a.m.

- Wait, stop it there and play.

- That must be Lucy.

- Yeah, but who's in the car?

- No license plate.

That's too blurry
for facial rec,

but that's not a man behind
the wheel, that's a woman.

- Harley doesn't have Lucy.

He's actually hunting her.

- Maybe it's an angel shot.

- A what?

- Well, like at a bar,
if a woman's feeling unsafe,

she can order an angel shot,
and the bartender knows

that she needs help
or to call the police.

This could be
the online version

for victims of domestic abuse.

- Meaning?
- Lucy was looking for help.

Someone told her about
the Blue Bamboo website,

probably Allen Larson.
- When she was at the hospital.

- Exactly. Well done, Hana.

- Let's get that IP address.

We need to talk to whoever's
running that website.

And call Ortiz, get him
to check on that church.

♪

- That was Ortiz.

No one at the church
has seen Lucy or Harley.

- I'm not surprised--they had
no reason to go inside.

- Hi, can I help you?

- FBI.

We'd like to talk to you about
the Blue Bamboo Jewelry site.

- You found me.

That's not good.

- How did you end up running
a domestic violence help site?

- Courtney,
my best friend in law school,

was murdered by her boyfriend.

He was beating her,
and she never told anyone.

- I'm sorry.

- Some classmates and I
made the website to help

women like Courtney,

but none of us knew
there'd be so much need.

- What are we talking?

- Before COVID,
the national hotline

got 20,000 calls a day.

It's now 60,000.

- Would you mind showing us
how your website works?

- Sure.

A victim who needs help
clicks Buy

and enters
their shipping address,

then orders
a nine-inch bracelet--

- One ring,
and one necklace--911.

- You got it.
Then they click Submit.

Whoever's on call
gets the order

and arranges for the pickup.

- A woman
named Lucy Carver placed

an order
for help the other day.

- We're looking for her.

- Oh, God, I'm sorry,
I don't know where she is.

- Why not?

- Well, it's the way
we designed the system.

Lucy places her order,
and based on her zip code,

she's assigned
a particular transporter.

The transporter replies
with a pickup address

and then picks her up
and takes her to the host.

- So there's no communication
between the victim

and the host where
they'll be staying?

- Correct--
that way, if an abuser

traces the email,
there's no link to the host.

The only exception
is if there's an emergency.

If a woman in crisis
has her own transportation,

she can contact
the transporter directly

and get to them on her own,

but only if it's been verified
with a phone call first.

- So you know
who picked up Lucy,

but just not where she went?

- Right, but if you know
the zip code where she ordered,

I can see
which transporter was assigned.

- Yeah, she was in Haledon,
New Jersey, 07538.

- That's Alicia Dutton,
she lives in Clifton.

- Okay,
I'll call Kristin and Ortiz.

- Thank you for your time,

and thank you
for the work that you do.

It's very much appreciated.

- The compartmentalization
is smart.

I mean,
even if Harley gets to someone,

the most he could get
is two people.

He won't blow up
the whole network.

- Except he'll kill them one
by one until he gets to Lucy.

The website that was up
at the Larson's?

- I already checked,
no emails were sent from there.

- Doesn't mean Harley
doesn't know about it.

- Okay, great.

So Kristin and Ortiz are only
a few minutes from Alicia's.

- Where are we
on her phone number?

- I'm in her cell records now.

I got it.

- Thanks.

- Alicia.

Hi, I'm Kim, the poor abused
woman that called you earlier.

- Oh, my God.

- One move and you die.

Get down--get down.

Come on.

Where's Lucy?

- Let go of me!

- Where is she?

- None of your business.

- Don't mess with me, bitch!

Where's Lucy? Tell me!

- My ex-husband did worse
than this, so--

- You willing to die for her?

♪

- Body in the water.

- Get her--get on her.
Slowly, slowly, slowly.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Can you hear us?

- She's got a pulse.

- Go, go, go, I got her!

Come on.

- Kristin, I lost him.

Damn it.

- Hey, any word?

- Apparently, Harley found
his way into a storm drain.

He got out just about here,
carjacked a minivan.

The BOLO just went out.

- Sorry,
that guy's a freakin' rabbit.

- What's in the bag?
- Alicia's cell phone.

We found it in the water
at the bottom of her spa.

It's ruined.

- So there's no way
to track where she took Lucy?

- We did
find her laptop, though.

Figured Girl Genius
could hack it.

- Give me.

- And how's Alicia?

- She's still unconscious.

Kristin's with her
at the hospital,

but it was definitely her that
picked up Lucy the other night.

We found the car
from the traffic cam footage

in the driveway; the plates she
removed were in the backseat.

- Okay, but we still
don't know where she took Lucy.

- Or how
Harley found her today.

- Well, let's logic this out.

Harley goes to the Larson house
last night looking for Lucy.

We know the Blue Bamboo website
was up on their desktop.

Assume Larson told him
about it before Harley

killed him and his wife.

- Remember when Kate
told us that in an emergency,

you could contact
a transporter directly?

- Mm-hmm.

- Larson must have
told Harley about it.

At 11:50 a.m. this morning,
Alicia responded to an email

from an alleged "Kim"
claiming to be in crisis.

She responded with her
home address, "Come, be safe."

It's the only email
in her outbox connected

to Blue Bamboo--
it had to have been Harley.

- Can you tell where
the Kim email came from?

- An auto body shop
in New Jersey

owned by an ex-con,
Arson Gallegos.

He was a former cell mate
with our fugitive, Harley Ross.

- Harley could be
at the body shop.

- FBI, don't move, freeze!
- Don't move--don't move.

- Don't move!

- Stop right there!
- Hey! Hey!

- Drop the weapon!

- Don't move!

- What you got me on, pig?

A gun?
I'll be out in two weeks.

- Choppin' up murder victims'
stolen cars

will get you an extra year.

Get up!

- Maybe tack on
some drug charges,

child endangerment,
aiding and abetting.

How hard the hammer falls
depends on how

you answer this:

where's Harley?

- Up your ass.

♪

- You help us,
maybe you'll get a chance

to see your daughter again
without glass between you

for the next few years.

- Look, I don't know anything.

Harley was here,
but he left, that's it.

- Harley emailed a woman named
Alicia pretending to be abused.

Alicia asked for proof that
she was talking to a victim.

Harley couldn't call,
but you could.

So was it you?

Were you posing as this Kim?

Hey, where is he?

- I don't know.

Harley just said he was gonna
get them no matter what.

- Who's them?

- That's all he said,
I swear to God.

- All right,
where's your phone?

- After I called,
he took it to keep texting her.

- Type your cell number here.

Looks like
Harley's in Brooklyn.

- Okay, alert NYPD.
I'll let Jess and Ortiz know.

- I got eyes
on the stolen minivan.

- There's dozens
of units here.

Kristin, you and Barnes
start in the back,

Hana and I'll take the front.

- Copy.

- Clear, van is empty.

- Hey, help!
Hey--hey!

- Hey, hey,
it's okay, I got it.

FBI, what's going on?

- Some guy was dragging
a woman with her arm

in a sling out of my
neighbor's apartment.

She was screaming.
- Where'd they go?

- I don't know,
it was a couple minutes ago.

I was too afraid to follow him,
so I called 911.

- It's okay, you did good.

Did you see what apartment
the man came out of?

- 427.

- All right, thank you.

♪

- Hey, guys,
there's an elderly couple

DOA in unit 427,

might be the hosts
Lucy was staying with.

Wait a minute...

Looks like there might be a set
of car keys missing.

Hey, Hana, is there a vehicle
registered to this address?

- 1997 Buick LeSabre,
need a BOLO on it?

- Yeah, right away.

I think Harley
might have took it.

- If this was just
about hurting Lucy,

I think he would have
killed her already.

- Is he taking her somewhere?

- Maybe he went someplace
symbolic to do it.

- I don't know, I'm not sure
he has the patience for that.

When he said that he
wanted to get them,

we assumed he was talking about
the people who helped Lucy.

Maybe it's somebody else.

- Like who?

The only person
in Lucy's life is Harley.

- Yeah.

Barnes,
you got any word on that BOLO?

- No, but we were waiting
here with PD and Kristin,

and I noticed something
from Lucy's medical file.

I just sent it to Hana.

- Lucy's hip X rays?

- Yes--
one is from the other night,

one is from seven years ago.

If you compare them,
her bones have shifted

from seven years ago.

- Well, I think
that can happen with age.

- Or, like
with a lot of women,

happens when you have a baby.

- You think Lucy
and Harley have a child?

- I don't know
if it's Harley's,

but looking at this,
I'd say she definitely

gave birth sometime
in the last seven years.

- How long was he in prison?
- Six years ago.

- Six years ago,
so maybe she had a baby

and didn't tell him about it.

He found out that
she was lying to him?

- That would
definitely set him off.

- All hands on deck at the MCC,
we find this kid,

we find our fugitive.

- If Harley was in prison
when the kid was born,

that would mean they would be
five or six right now.

- Yeah, I understand,
but there's

no birth certificates,
and I'm not finding

any admission
to area hospitals.

- Me either.

- What about adoption agencies?

- Well,
Kristin and Ortiz are on it,

and you need
birth certificates so...

- What about this guy here,
David Ross?

- He was born in 2006.

Lucy would have been
in fourth grade.

- Yeah, but what if he--
- Jess, you're hovering.

It's not helping.

- All right, I'm sorry,
I just really wanna

get this son of a bitch.

- I'm 0 for 3
with the adoption people,

are we sure this kid is real?

- What about this,
Lucy has a baby,

Harley gets jealous
because the baby's getting

too much attention,
and he kills the baby.

I wouldn't
put it past this guy.

- Please, no,
I don't think I can

hate this guy
more than I already do.

- Hey, guys, I've got it.
One second.

Okay, thank you very much.

Her name's Mia.

She was put up for adoption

at Larkview
in Trenton six years ago.

A few days ago,
one of their caseworkers

bypassed the no-contact request
and went to see Lucy

because Mia has leukemia,

and without a genetic
bone marrow transplant,

she won't make it.

Caseworker said that Harley
came home in the middle

of the meeting
and seemed surprised

to hear about Mia.

So you were right, Jess,

it's exactly what
triggered Harley.

- He learned he had
a daughter

and beat up Lucy
for lying to him.

- He's so mad
because he wants to have

a relationship
with his daughter?

- To Harley,
Mia wasn't a person,

she's property,
and he wants his property back.

Where's Mia now?

- Parbridge Hospital
in Williamsburg.

- That's a couple miles away.

Notify the hospital
and call NYPD.

Let's go.

- Where's my daughter!

Look what you made me do.

Look, I'm just trying
to help her, all right?

She deserves her dad!

Hey, Luce--
hey, hey, it's okay.

Come here. Just tell me.

We can be a family.

- I'd rather die
than let you see her.

- Where were you and those
old geezers coming back from?

Where!

- The market.

- Then where are your bags?

- No!

- Parbridge Hospital?

Is my daughter sick?

You bitch!

♪

- I'll be back.

Stay there!

♪

- Mia!
- Sir, do you need some help?

- Mia, where are you?
- Sir, you can't be in here.

- Mia--Mia!

I'm looking for my daughter.

Six-year-old,
she's been kidnapped!

- Sir, I need you to--
- Where is she!

Mia!

Mia.

I'm your dad.

- FBI!
- FBI, freeze!

- Stay where you are, Harley.
Put your hands in the air.

♪

- He's running,
heading outside.

Go back!

I'm out in the parking lot
in the back of the ER.

No sign of Harley,
and no sign of Lucy.

♪

- Help me, please.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

- Lucy. Lucy, come on.
Come with me.

You're gonna be okay.

Okay, Lucy, look at me.

Where's Harley?

- I don't know, please.

- Okay, okay, okay,
it's okay.

- Oh, my God!

- Harley, no!

- Shots fired!
- Agent down!

Jess!

Jess! Oh!

- Go get help.

You're okay. It's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

- Jess!

- Stay with me, Jess!

Come on, stay with me.

- Jess, come on.
- Make space, make space!

- Okay.
- Come on.

- Jess, we're here with you.

- GSW.
Put some pressure on that.

- I've got pressure.

♪

- Stay with me.
- We're here with you.

- Stay with me, Jess.
Come on.

- Hi!

What's going on?

- Can we come in?

- Where's Jess?

♪

- No.
- Sarah.

- No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

- Sarah.

- Oh, God. Is he dead?

- I'm so sorry.

- Oh, God.

- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Oh, no...

♪

- Okay.

- They're, um, non-refundable.

- What is?

- I, uh,
I bought two tickets to Bali.

Jess had never been,
and I was gonna

surprise him, and now
I can't get my money back.

- Don't worry about
the tickets, we'll--

- He was supposed to come home!

He was supposed to come home
and finish

this stupid paint job,

and then we were gonna go
on vacation!

- Sarah--
- Don't!

Don't tell me it's gonna
be okay, because it's not.

♪

Sorry.

- Sarah, it's time to go.

- Right, um...

Yeah, I'm just gonna
go pack a bag.

- We already put some
stuff together for you.

- How did you get a flight?

I didn't see anything
out of JFK until the morning.

- You're not going to JFK.

The bureau is sending us a jet.

We're not gonna let you
do this alone, honey.

Okay?
- Thank you.

♪

- Are you ready?

- No.

♪

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