All language subtitles for FBI S05E21 Privilege

[train rumbling]

[horn blares]

- Hey! Hey!

You still open?

- Sure.
Why not?

- Oh, sweet.

I'll take one of these.

- You know these energy drinks,
they're no good for you.

- Think I'll live.

Night.

- Hey, your change.
- Keep it.

[indistinct chatter]

- No, no, no, no, no.
Hey!

Hey! Open up!

- No.
- Come on.

You just let that chica buy.
- We need cigarettes.

- We're closed.
And you're not 21.

- You were open for that girl.

- 'Cause I liked her.
She was classy.

- You don't know me.

You have no right saying that.

[woman screams]

- The hell was that?

[ominous music]

[phone alarm ringing]

[engine roars, tires screech]

[tense music]

[siren whoops]

[police radio chatter]

- Keep 'em back.
- You in charge?

- Trying to be.
Place is a zoo.

I got everybody but
Park Rangers in on this one.

Nick Zito.
- Maggie Bell.

Omar Zidan.

- We hear that
the victim's high-profile.

- You could say that.

Allison Becker, 22, only child
of U.S. Senator David Becker.

It's not every day an American
princess goes missing.

- OK. What do we know?
- Not much.

Allison gets a drink
at the newsstand over there,

turns the corner, activates
the alarm on her cell phone,

starts screaming.

We recovered the phone,
ID in the back sleeve.

- Any cameras in the vicinity?

- Dead zone.

- What about eyewitnesses?
- None.

But the lady at the newsstand
did hear her scream.

Listen, if you two
will excuse me.

No, can't park it here!

- No, I didn't actually
see the girl get taken.

As soon as I heard the scream,
I knew something was wrong.

- Did you hear any signs
of struggle beforehand?

- No, but there were some kids,
punks, harassing me.

- What do you mean, punks?
- You know, local kids.

Took off right after
I dialed 911.

Like I told the detective, they
were with me when it happened,

so it wasn't them.

- Anyone else in the vicinity,
cars, vans?

- There was a van, gray.

I saw it driving away right
after I heard the girl scream.

- You happen to catch
a plate number?

- Sorry.
I got cataracts.

They're saying the girl
is a senator's daughter.

That true?

- Yeah.

- The hell was she doing
in a neighborhood like this?

- All right, folks.

So Senator Becker's
daughter is missing,

and we suspect foul play.

We have been able to keep
a lid on the press for now.

But this is
a high-profile case,

which means sooner or later,
the eyes of the world

will be upon us.

Let's find her.

Question number one,
was Allison targeted

or is she the victim
of a random attack?

Kelly, any luck tracking down
that gray van?

- We're looking, but coverage
in the area is poor.

- Oh, stay on it.
Keep expanding the grid.

In the meantime,
let's keep working

on the victim, Allison Becker.

She's 22.
Uh, her father is famous.

What else do we know?

- Junior at Columbia
majoring in sociology,

keeps an apartment near campus,

and I'm seeing
nothing unsavory,

unless you count membership in
a Dungeons and Dragons club.

- Mm.

So what was this intellectual
nerd doing in Brownsville?

- Unclear.

Roommate confirms that she
never made it home last night

but says that they
weren't super close.

Doesn't know what
Allison was doing there.

- Mm-hmm.

Ian, what are we
getting from the phone

recovered from the scene?

Any evidence of threats,
fears for her safety?

- Pretty tame so far.

She is not on any dating apps,

and the location services
were shut off.

But, uh, still looking.

Going through her texts,
her call logs.

- Right.

So she's boring
in the best of ways.

- But her father,
uh, not so boring.

Comes from a wealthy family.

- His politics
are controversial.

He's a mouthpiece for the left
and has a lot of power.

- Which means the folks on
the right are not big fans.

But right now,
that is just speculation.

Need some evidence.
Let's get some facts.

We're talking to the
senator right now.

Let's see what he knows.

♪ ♪

- Allison's a really good kid,
you know.

I mean, almost too good,
if you know what I'm saying.

Please, sit down.

So that's why
I'm always encouraging her

to go out, to have more fun.

- So you have no idea who
might have taken your daughter?

- No.

- Any idea why she
was in Brownsville?

- No idea.

- Well,
maybe this is about you.

Have you received
any threats recently?

- Yeah, I get threats,
a lot of threats every day.

And some of them
extend to the family.

But these threats,
they're just nonsense.

None of them are real.
None of them are actionable.

- OK, what about her exes,
former partners?

- I don't think she's
had a serious boyfriend

since high school.

Actually, I don't think
she dates much at all.

But a couple of days ago,
last time we spoke,

she told me about some guy
that might be following her.

Well, I immediately wanted to
involve the Capitol Police.

But she--
[sighs]

She would not let me.

She said it was no big deal.

And I don't know why the hell
I listened to her.

- OK. What guy?
Did she give you any details?

- No, no, no, no.
Nothing. Nothing.

She just downplayed
the whole thing.

But I was worried,
which is why

I made her put that alarm
on her phone.

- Well, if someone
was following Allison,

we will find him.

- Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

These agents--
I assume they're your best.

- Absolutely.

- 'Cause Allison's
my only child.

She's my baby.

So I want everything
that you have on this case.

Do you hear me?
Everything.

I've spent decades
supporting the FBI.

I have funneled appropriations
to the Bureau.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

- I assure you
that finding Allison

is the FBI's
number one priority.

In the meantime,
I want to prep you

for a possible ransom call.

Maggie, make sure that
CART is ready to trace

any incoming demands.

And OA, let's alert the JOC
about Allison's stalker.

- [sighs]

- These are from street cams
near Columbia.

And it looks like
Allison was right.

Here she is leaving her
apartment two weeks ago.

See this guy?

Thought maybe he was paparazzi,

but the camera's cheap
and he's being too subtle.

- Any luck with facial rec?
- No.

- All right, so this is
the only time he appeared

on the video outside
Allison's apartment?

- No, he's been there
three times in the past week.

But the video quality
is even worse than this.

We're still looking
for other angles.

- OK.
- Got something.

- Yeah?

- This is from the bank
across the street.

- OK.

Is that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right.
Run it.

[dramatic music]

- Got him.

- Adrian Bose.
- Eyes up, people.

- Ex-cop with DC Metro.

- Why the ex?

- Looks like he was charged
with battery against his wife,

later dropped.

- So he has a history
of violence against women.

Any connection to the senator?

- Glancing at his socials.

It doesn't look
like he's a big fan.

Two days ago, he fired off
a screed calling Becker

a puppet and a traitor.
- All right.

We need a location of Mr. Bose.
- OK.

He's got a permanent address
in Virginia.

Phone is currently pinging

right near the senator's home
in Lenox Hill.

- He's targeting the family.
Warn the senator and his team.

Get Maggie and OA
back there immediately.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- OA, there's a blue Kia,
Virginia license plates.

- Male, camera in the window.
Could be Bose.

♪ ♪

[camera shutter clicking]

Adrian Bose, FBI.
Get out of the car.

- Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't shoot.

- Where's Allison?
- Allison Becker?

How should I know?
Hey, get your hands off of me!

- Allison is missing.
Did you take her?

- No. No, no, no.

I swear to God.
I never touched her.

- Where were you last night
at 10:00 PM?

- The Catwalk.

It's a strip club
over in Jersey City.

There's an ATM receipt
in my front pocket.

Jeez.

- Why are you
following Allison?

- Got to pay the bills.

I do oppo research
for a SuperPac.

They hired me to follow
the senator and his daughter,

take snaps.

Promised me a bonus if I catch
them out in something sketchy.

Said hell yes.

I hate the guy.

So far, I got bupkis.

- So then you won't mind us
taking a look at those photos.

- Be my guest.

Hope it helps too.

I got no grudge against
Becker's daughter.

- Check the geotag.
See if there's any photos

of Allison in the neighborhood
where she was abducted.

- Copy.

Hang on.
I think I got something.

- Yeah?

Show and tell.

- So most of the photos of
Allison are from Manhattan.

But it looks like
she was in this building

near Betsy Head Park

every Tuesday night
for the past three weeks.

- OK.
We like a pattern.

So maybe this is where she went
the night of the abduction.

What's in the building?
- Checking.

Sole tenant is Sober Harbor.

It looks like a halfway house
for parole drug offenders.

- What's a straight-laced
senator's daughter

doing in a place like that?

[soft indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- FBI.

We're looking for
the manager here.

- Right here.

Helen York, executive director.
How can I help you?

- We are investigating
an abduction.

- It's about time.

We were wondering
when you show up.

It's been three days.

- Three days?
Allison disappeared last night.

- Sorry.
What?

- Allison Becker,
the senator's daughter.

She was abducted last night.

- Allison was abducted?

- What did you think
we were coming here for?

- For Katie Ryan,
one of our residents.

She went missing
three days ago.

What the hell's going on here?

♪ ♪

Katie got caught up in a
drug bust a few years back,

spent 18 months
in Bayview Correctional.

But she was really
turning her life around.

She's making real progress too.

♪ ♪

That's Katie there.

- She looks a lot like Allison.

- Different backgrounds,
same age, same hair color.

- Same halfway house.

- Do you think
they're connected?

- I think it's worth
looking into, yeah.

- What can you tell us
about the night

that Katie disappeared?

- She had a curfew pass
to have dinner with her mom.

Never made it back
from the restaurant.

The next morning, Katie's mom
reported her missing to NYPD.

- Here in Brownsville?

- I think so. Yeah.

Move anything you want.

I got more paperwork
than cabinets.

- That's OK.

- So Allison is missing too.

- Yeah, the best we can tell,

she was taken about
four blocks from here.

But was she here last night?

- Yeah.
Um, from 6:00 to 10:00.

- In what capacity?

- As a volunteer,
assistant group leader.

She started three weeks ago.

We got a program set up with

the sociology department
at Columbia.

- OK. Anything unusual
happen last night?

- No.
Just another night.

- No arguments, altercations?

- No.

The residents are--
hey, they're good girls.

Most have just fallen
on hard times.

I will say,

everyone's been on edge
since Katie went missing.

What makes it worse?

No one else seems to care.

[siren whoops]

Detective?

- So it turns out I spoke
to the mother myself.

So the daughter went missing
the night before.

Took down her name, her number,
that kind of thing.

- What happened next?
What you learn?

- Not much.
- Meaning?

- Meaning I didn't dig into it.

Standard operating procedure
is to investigate

only if there are signs
of involuntary disappearance.

There's no evidence of that.

Plus she's got drug priors.

She's living in
a halfway house,

so 9 times out of 10--

- Yeah, no, I understand.

Checked the box and moved on.

- No.
I followed procedure.

Big difference.

- Regardless,
we're going to need to talk

to Katie Ryan's mother.
Do you have her address?

- Yeah.
I got it.

- I don't understand.

I begged you to take this case
seriously three days ago.

You brushed me aside.

And when I called
the FBI office,

after they kept me on hold
for an hour,

they told me disappearances
were a local matter.

So I circled back
to NYPD, but--

why are you here?

What's changed?

- Another girl's gone missing,
Mrs. Ryan.

And we think the two cases
might be related.

- We're trying to understand
what's going on.

But more importantly,

we're trying to find
your daughter.

- Thank you.

I appreciate that.

It's been hell, you know?

[soft dramatic music]

Feeling like nobody cares,
knowing everyone thinks

Katie probably just ran away
because of her past.

- You had dinner with Katie
on Wednesday night?

- Yeah.

She just got into this court
reporter training program.

They gave her a new laptop
and everything.

We went to Bledsoe's BBQ
to celebrate with ribs.

- OK. What time did Katie
leave the restaurant?

- A couple of minutes
after 10:00.

She was going to stop off
at that bodega on Milford,

grab a few things,
and then call me

as soon as she got back
to the halfway house.

I waited half an hour.

She never called.

Halfway house said she wasn't
there, violated her curfew.

So I retraced Katie's route,
didn't find her anywhere,

and that's when I came
to see you.

- Does Katie have a cell phone?
- Yeah.

But it died at dinner when
she was showing me pictures.

All my calls since have gone
straight to voicemail.

- So it's still powered down.

We're going to get a team
to track that signal

in case it comes back online.

- And we're going to head down
to that bodega right now.

- Who is she?

The girl who got abducted.

♪ ♪

- A college student,
Allison Becker.

Did Katie ever mention her?

- Yeah.

She was a new volunteer.
Katie really liked her.

Her father's a senator, right?

- Yes.

- [scoffs]

Well, that explains
the cavalry.

- No, Mrs. Ryan, I assure you,

we're going to do everything
we can to bring Katie home.

- I just hope
it's not too late.

♪ ♪

[shaky sigh]

[soft dramatic music]

- All right.
So this is Wednesday, 10:17 PM.

♪ ♪

Just looks like she's
buying notebooks, pens.

Listen, can you scroll
forward to when she leaves?

♪ ♪

- Right there.
There's her abduction.

- Yeah.
There's no witnesses around.

So, what,
this would've taken you, maybe,

20 minutes if you'd had done
this from the start?

- Maggie.
- We're doing this again?

You want to change
policies and procedures,

you call the commissioner.

♪ ♪

All right, look.

Based on the relative height
between Katie and that suspect,

this guy's got to be,
what, 5'9", 5'10"?

- Yeah. A buck 50.

Right there,
his skin looks white.

- I'll text my lieutenant.

We'll start canvassing
for more video.

- OK. And we'll go through
footage that we already have,

see if the senator
can ID this guy.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
He--he's wearing a mask.

I don't know
who the hell that is.

- So it doesn't ring any bells,

the way he walks,
his build, his height.

- No, nothing. Nothing.

You're certain

that this is somehow related
to Allison's abduction?

- No, I am not certain.

But both girls share
similar physical traits,

and they are both linked
to the same halfway house.

- All right, so they're both
volunteers there.

- No. No.
Katie is a resident.

- Oh, so she's an addict.

- It appears that way.

- Do her parents have money?

- No.

- No. So that means that
this is not about cash.

It's about something else.
It's about something horrible.

- OK. We don't know that.

And we have to remain positive.
[computer chimes]

Hey, Jubal, you're on
here with the senator.

- Hey, we have news.

- You found her?
- No, no, not yet.

But we have a lead.
You send it?

Yeah.
It should have come through.

Did you get it?

♪ ♪

- OK.
We see it.

- OK. You see that bump
in Katie's pocket,

roughly 1 square inch?

That's an--
- An earbud case.

- Right. Exactly.

Her phone might be dead,
but her earbuds are alive

and pinging at an unoccupied
storefront in Queens.

- All right.
Send the whole team with SWAT.

- Yep.

- What about my daughter?

I mean, I understand
you're concerned

about this other woman,
but Allison is still missing.

- Listen, we're doing
everything we can to find her.

But right now,
we have a lead, a real lead,

that might help us find Katie
or her abductor.

- OK. All right, all right.
I get it.

I get it.
I understand.

If-- if these two things
are related,

then the more you find out
about that abduction,

then the better the odds of
finding Allison. That's right?

- Exactly.
We are following the evidence.

- All right, but I'm going
to be perfectly frank with you,

Agent Castille.

Finding my daughter alive
needs to be your priority.

Are we clear on that?

- Crystal.

♪ ♪

- Go, go, go.

- Front room's clear.

- We got a coffee pot,
a hot plate.

Clearly someone's
been squatting here.

I don't see any earbuds.

Got anything?

- Place is empty,
just a mattress on the floor.

No sign of any earbuds.

- Okay, well, according to this,
we are right on top

of the signal,
so there's got to be a basement

even if there isn't one
in the floor plan.

- Guys,
there's something back here.

A door.

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- There's the earbuds.

- Got a gold necklace
with a letter A on it.

Assuming that's for Allison.

- So the creep definitely
took both women.

- Yeah.
But where the hell are they?

♪ ♪

[soft indistinct chatter]

- How's the canvass going?
- Not great.

Nearest camera's
three blocks away.

Half the buildings
around here are vacant.

Nobody's paying attention
to whatever was going on here.

- Well, story of the day.

- Really?
You know how many people

go missing in this city
every year?

Over 13,000.

- So you're going to hide
behind the math.

- You really think I like it

that certain people
get special treatment?

Look around, sister.

You're singing from
the same hymn sheet.

You really think
all these people

would be involved if
a senator's kid wasn't missing?

- Regardless, we have to focus,
find this guy.

- Well, he didn't leave much
for us to go off of.

- I mean, on the other hand,
what about what's not here?

There's no sign of forced entry,
no open window.

- OK.
You think he had a key?

- I mean, it was locked
when we got here.

Had to get in somehow.

- All right.
What do we know about the owner?

- Colleen Curtis.
50 years old.

Real estate investor.
Unmarried.

- Doesn't exactly fit the
profile of a serial abductor.

- No. That doesn't mean
she's not involved.

- Well, we'll find out
soon enough.

Jubal notified her.
She's on her way here now.

- I knew I shouldn't
have bought this place.

Thought it'd be easy money.

Neighborhood was supposed
to be up and coming.

Could raise the rent
as things gentrified.

But it's caught in permit hell.

I should have just
stuck to Manhattan.

- When was the last time
you were here?

- A few months ago maybe.

I've got a full slate of
properties in the city.

I don't have time to check
every building I own.

- And who maintains them?

- I hire managers,
like the caretakers. Why?

- Well, it looks like whoever
did this was living here.

- Unbelievable.

- Ma'am, who manages
this building?

- Some local guy
who was supposed

to come by once a week,
make sure everything

was in good shape.

You don't think--

- We need his name now.

- All right, folks,
we have a suspect,

and his name is Caleb Vance,
25-year-old Queens native.

He was the caretaker
of the building

where the victims
were being held.

The property owner was
paying him under the table.

Doesn't know much about him.

So it is up to us
to do the legwork.

Kelly, what do we know so far?
- Yeah.

Well, he's a physical match
to the man in Katie's

abduction video,
6 foot, 195,

and he's got the record
to match.

Long history of B&Es.

- Which we all know is a
precursor to sexual violence.

Any idea where he is now?
- No.

Maggie said it looked like he
was living at the storefront.

And before that,
the last address

we have on file for him
is Bellevue.

- What?
The psychiatric hospital?

- Yeah. He was arrested on
stalking and harassment charges

back in 2019.

Did a six-month
court-mandated stint there,

but he's been lost
from the system ever since.

- So what else
do we know about him?

Phone records, financials,
family in the area?

- No phone records and no known
relations besides a mother,

now deceased.
- He's got a credit card.

Doesn't use it much except
for one large purchase

three days ago,
$500 to a PayPal account

owned by a guy
named Ray LaForge.

- The day Katie was abducted.

Does it say what
the charge is for?

- Just merchandise.

- What else do we know
about LaForge?

- Ray LaForge,
43-year-old forklift operator.

He's got two priors,

public intoxication
and misdemeanor assault.

- So why would Vance
pay a guy like that $500?

- Who knows?
Maybe they're partners.

Either way, he's our only lead.

- Yeah. Let's get Tiff and
Scola over there right away

to talk to him.

And let's get a court order for
Vance's records from Bellevue.

I want BAU to start
a profile ASAP.

♪ ♪

- Yeah?
- Ray LaForge?

We're with the FBI.

We need to ask you some
questions. Can we come inside?

- It's urgent.

Just you in the house today?

- Sorry, guys.
Now is really not a good time.

- Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait.
[woman screams]

Hey! Back up.

Hands up!

♪ ♪

- Uh, wait, wait, wait.
Hey, hey, I can explain.

- FBI. Don't move.

- [grunts]
- Stay right there.

- Ray?
- Who are you?

- Maria, Maria Nuñez.

- Stop.

- What's happening?

- I thought you said
there was no one else here.

- I know.
I, uh--

she's not my wife.

- OK.

We don't care about
your marital affairs.

We're looking for Caleb Vance.

- Who?

- The guy who paid you $500
three days ago.

You really going to pretend
like you don't know who he is?

- Oh, uh, the guy with the van.

♪ ♪

- Hey, so Ray LaForge
appears to be innocent,

other than the fact that
he was cheating on his wife

and claims to know
nothing about Vance.

Says he met him on Craigslist.

Vance rolled up
in a gray Chevy Astro

with cardboard taped over one
of the driver's side windows.

- Gray van matches
the description

of the van that took Allison.

- What did Vance purchase?

- Two large toy chests.

- Hey.

BAU just finished their
preliminary report on Vance.

Severe childhood abuse at the
hands of his single mother,

Barbara Vance,

an emotionally unavailable
prostitute and addict.

She died six months ago,
leaving him

with a lot of unresolved anger.

- She looks like
the two victims.

- Yeah, OK,
so if his mother was an addict,

that would explain why
he's grabbing women

from the halfway house.

- She's gone, so he is punishing
addict proxies instead.

- Yeah. According to
his file at Bellevue,

she would disappear
for days at a time,

leaving him
without food or heat.

And when she was there,
she wasn't much more maternal.

He told his counselor that she
would lock him in a toy chest

when she lost her patience.
- Whoa, Isobel.

Vance just bought
two toy chests.

He's going to lock
Katie and Allison inside them

to get revenge for what
his mother did to him.

♪ ♪

- All right, folks,
so here's the drill.

Our suspect Caleb Vance
recently purchased

a pair of toy chests,
inside which

we believe he intends
on confining

both Allison Becker
and Katie Ryan.

Now, his goal may be torture,

but based on
the Craigslist photos

Tiffany and Scola sent over,

I'd say the more immediate
concern is suffocation.

If that seam has a tight seal,

the girls could only have
a few hours of oxygen inside.

- Less if they are
hyperventilating.

- Right, which means the clock
is officially ticking

even more so than it was before.

So how do we find them?

- Right now, our best lead
is the gray van,

which we know is a Chevrolet
and has cardboard on the window,

right?
- Right.

We got a BOLO out,
and we're searching for eyes.

- All right.
Let's get Vance's photo out

to every police department
from here to Delaware.

- Isobel,
that could take hours.

Do we have time to wait
for a hit?

- No, you're right.

You know what?

People tend to pay
more attention to cases

when they involve famous people.

Allison's father is one of the
most famous men in America,

so let's use the senator's
clout to our advantage.

- Good afternoon.

Thank you very much for coming.

I'm standing before you here
today not as a politician,

but as a father
pleading for your help.

Last night, my daughter,
Allison Becker,

was abducted in Brownsville.

Now, for the sake
of expediency,

I'm just going to be blunt.

She's in grave danger...

[voice breaks]
And may not have much time.

[clears throat]

My daughter means
everything to me,

so if you see the man now
displayed on your screen--

his name is Caleb Vance.

If you see him,
he is a person of interest.

If you see
a gray Chevy Astro van

with cardboard covering
one of its windows, please,

please contact
the FBI tip line.

Contact them immediately.

Really appreciate it.
Thank you very much.

- Excuse me, Senator.
- Can you tell us about--

- No. Next.

- Hey.

- Hey.
- How's the response?

- I mean, it's overwhelming.

Phone lines are ringing
off the hook downstairs.

- Even after you screen out
the lunatics and well-wishers,

the volume is still a problem.
- Yeah.

We need to figure out
a way to separate

the wheat from the chaff here.

- All right.
Do we have the transcripts?

- Most of them. Yeah.
- OK.

Filter out by location
to look for shared keywords.

- Right. With that many eyes
on the street,

there's bound to
be some overlap.

- Wait. Got multiple reports
from a gas station in Red Hook.

Man matching
Vance's description

is filling a gray Astro van.
- OK. Where?

- 890 Van Brunt.

- Send everyone now.
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- All right, we're passing
the gas station now.

Start the grid.

- Copy that.

Moving north.

- We're moving south.

- Are you doing OK?

- Those girls better
be with Vance.

Otherwise--
- I know. I know.

- If Zito just listened
to Katie's mother

in the first place--
- Maggie, you got to drop that.

- Drop what?
- Put yourself in his shoes.

OK? Day after day,
he catches cases

he never gets the budget
to solve.

It takes a thick skin
to survive that.

He is good police.

- Why are you making
excuses for him?

- I'm not making excuses, OK?
The system failed.

Not him.

Gray van on your left.

[tires screech]

- We have eyes on a gray Chevy,
Van Brunt and Sullivan.

[suspenseful music]

- Cardboard on the window.
It's Vance.

- Hang on.

[tires squealing]

[car horn honks]

- Ah, go, go, go, go, go.

♪ ♪

- The van is empty.
I repeat. The van is empty.

- Get him.

- [grunts]
- [yelps]

- We lost him.
Last seen on Richards.

Suspect is on foot.

- All right.
We need a new perimeter.

Four-block radius.
- On it.

- All right.
Let's find him, people.

Those girls could
be dying right now.

I want you to scrub
every camera you can find.

He couldn't have
gotten that far.

Kelly, anything?
- Not yet.

- I think I got something.

It looks like he
ditched the jacket.

- Yeah?
That could be him.

Let's see if he turns.

Yeah, boom. There he is.
Run it.

- Confirm moving southeast
on Wolcott.

- OK.
Hey, we got him.

Suspect is moving
southeast on Wolcott.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- FBI!

[knife clicks]
Drop it.

Now!

- Don't move.

Vance, it's over.

Vance, listen to me.

I know about your mom.
I know what she did to you.

- You don't know anything.
- No, I do.

I'm telling you right now,
this isn't worth it.

It's over.

- Shut your mouth!

[grunting]

[onlooks chattering]

- Where are they?

Where are the girls?

- Go to hell.
- Yeah?

You're a little bitch.

- [scoffs]
- Scola.

- Hey, what's the status inside?

- He's handcuffed to the rail.

We have him sitting
with the evidence board

like you asked for,
but he's calm as ever.

- Yeah. Didn't say a word
the entire ride back.

- OK, good.

I have an idea.
I think I know how to crack him.

[door buzzes]

You know, we teach
our agents at Quantico that

the best punch during
an interrogation is your first.

I'm pretty sure that's why
my agents brought in this board.

I have a feeling you can take
a pretty good punch, Caleb.

You're not going to tell me
where you put those girls

just because I show you
what we're working with

and make a few threats
about lethal injection.

- Don't try to spin me.

- Oh, no.
No, no.

I'm just curious, you know,
trying to have a conversation.

- There's nothing for us
to talk about.

- Because those girls got
what they deserve, right?

Punishment for
being like your mom.

- They are addicts,

users, whores.

- Exactly.

I mean, honestly, you probably
did the city a favor

by getting this one
off the street.

[soft dramatic music]

Katie Ryan.

She's a first-class junkie.

You picked a good one.

- The hell is she doing?

- I mean, my only question is,
why did you choose her?

- What are you talking about?

- Allison Becker.

She's a junior at Columbia.
She doesn't do drugs.

She doesn't do much
of anything wrong, actually.

- She lives at
that halfway house.

- No, she works
at that halfway house.

She's a counselor,

leads group sessions
to keep addicts clean.

She's nothing like your mother.

- Why should I believe you?

- Because it's the truth.

First one you picked,
she's an addict.

You know,
she's got a lot of issues

and had some run-ins
with the law.

But Allison,

she deserves better.

I need you to tell me
where she is.

♪ ♪

- And if I do?

- Then I take lethal injection
off the table.

But that deal is only good
for the next 10 seconds.

- She's a counselor?

- She's a volunteer.
Doesn't even get paid.

Caleb, tell me
where Allison is.

♪ ♪

- There's an
illegal dumping site

in the shipyards in Brooklyn.

I left her there around 3:30.

- I need you to draw me a map.
[door buzzes]

- Look, I know that
Katie was a junkie,

but did we really just
sacrifice the poor girl

to find the rich one?

- No, Maggie,
we played the odds.

- Meaning?

- According to BAU,
there is almost zero chance

that Vance was holding
both girls at the same time.

The report suggests that
the abductions were sequential,

meaning Katie
was probably disposed of

before Allison
was ever snatched.

They put Katie's chance
of survival at 4%,

Allison's were at 35.

So this wasn't about
class or money.

This was about probabilities.

- All right.
Here's a map of the site.

The chest is under
a brown tarp right there.

- I'm not giving up on Katie.

- Neither am I.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

[sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

- All right, guys.
Look under every tarp!

We're looking for toy chests!

[officers chattering]

- Allison?
Katie?

- Allison?

- Allison?
- Scola.

- Katie?

- Allison? Katie?

[muffled screaming]

[thumping, whimpering]

- Maggie, over here.
Guys!

Hey, this is the FBI.
You're going to be OK.

Bolt cutters.
- Hey, hey, hey.

We're going to get
you out of there.

It's OK.
Here, just hold on.

- [muffled screaming]

Oh, my God.

- Hey.
- [gasping]

- It's OK. It's OK.

- You're safe.
- It's Allison.

- [crying]
- We have Allison.

- OK. Copy.
We'll keep looking for Katie.

- Where am I going?
- Straight through.

- All right.

- You're safe.
- It's OK. It's OK.

Come sit down here.

Allison, we're going
to get you a hospital

and get you checked out,
but here's the thing.

There's another girl
that's missing.

Her name is Katie Ryan.
Did you ever see her?

- Oh, my God.
He took Katie too?

- Did you see her?

- I never saw her.
I'm so sorry.

- Allison!
- Dad!

- Allison, oh, my God.
Thank God.

- [sobbing]
- Oh, God.

- [sobbing]

- Oh, God.

- Maggie,
we found the second one

on the west perimeter
by the river.

- Maggie, no.
You don't want to see this.

No, no, no.
- Is she dead?

- She's been there a while.

- Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

- Sounds crazy, but you know,

this whole time,
I really thought

we were going
to find her alive.

- I mean...

- Before you start
attacking me,

I just, uh...

I just need to say I'm sorry.

I should have followed through.

- No, this isn't on you.

The system really did fail her.

- I guess we only got
one more thing to do here.

Want company?

- We can take care of it.
Thank you.

♪ ♪

- So the guy who killed her,

he's in jail now?

- Yes.

And we're going to do
everything we can

to make sure he dies there.

- The other girl's OK?

Allison?

- She's going to be OK.

- You know,

when I identified her body
at the morgue...

Katie's fingers were raw.

[soft somber music]

They said she was clawing

at the inside
of that toy chest,

like it was a coffin.

She just needed
someone to help.

Maybe you tried.

I don't know.

But you people had a chance

to find my daughter

three days ago

when I told you
she was missing,

but no one lifted a finger

till a senator's kid was taken.

That's not right.

It is not OK.

- We are very sorry
for your loss.

- Sorry doesn't mean
a damn thing

or make my daughter not dead.

So please just go.

- Mrs. Ryan--
- Get the hell out of here.

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]