All language subtitles for The Glades S02E03 Lost and Found 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 x264-NTb_track3_[eng]

Once, the roads
were icy and cold.

Heather was riding her bike home
from school when she slipped,

hitting her head
on the road-- thunk, thunk!

[ Girls Gasping ]

Heather died that day.

Her body is here
before us now,

and her spirit is ready
to go to heaven.

And we're here to help her
to the other side.

Light as a feather--

[ All ]
stiff as a board.

Light as a feather,
stiff as a board.

Light as a feather,
stiff as a board.

Light as a feather,
stiff as a board.

[ Woman ] Go to sleep, girls!
It's almost midnight!
[ Gasping ]

Ow.

- [ Woman ]
Lights out, Patty!
- Okay, okay!

Sheesh.

I really do think
I was floating.

Hey, look!

Fireflies.

You in?
Yeah.

Come on, Heather!
Come on!

[ Gasps ]

I got one!

Really?
Can I see?

Yeah. Look what--

[ Jar Clatters ]

[ Both Screaming ]

[ Scream Echoes ]
[ Chattering ]

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

No cell phone
or wallet.

There's one
entry wound here,
under the chin.

Maybe a .38
or a nine-millimeter.

Well, it's definitely
not suicide. He was dragged
through the grass here.

- [ Chattering ]
- No blood, so he was obviously
killed somewhere else.

Okay. What'd you do now?

Nothing. I swear.

[ Scoffs ]
I think.

...canvassing the area.

Hey.
Hey.

Gentlemen.

Yo. "Gentlemen"?

Meet your new
forensic nurse.

- Forensic?
- Nurse. Yeah.

She passed her certification
this past weekend.

Highest test scores
since the state required them,
I might add.

- No surprise here.
- She'll be joining us
on a case-by-case basis,

which will allow her to continue
working at the hospital
and finish her medical studies.

- No flies on you, huh?
- [ Chuckles ]

Glad you could join us.
Thank you.
I'm... excited.

I think.
[ Chuckles ]

- Dr. Sanchez, if you will?
- Please.

Allow me to show you
what we got.

"Dr. Sanchez, if you will?"

"Allow me to show you
what I've g--"
This is not good.

Look, it's a wonderful
opportunity for Callie.

She's got a real aptitude
for forensics.

Plus it helps the department
fill the gap between victim
and law enforcement.

Oh. There's a gap?

Besides, rumor has it
she was very helpful
to you in the past.

She might as well
get paid for it, right?

Right, but what about
the whole...

"Let Callie and Ray
work it out as a family" thing?

Oh, I'm pretty sure they'll
still be able to do that
between the two of them.

Now, what I need to know
is whether or not you can be
professional about this.

Oh, professional. Yeah.
I'll shoot for that.

Okay, maybe I need to be
a little clearer with you.

We've got a small department
with a very big job to do, Jim.

And the way I get
the most out of
my department is by...

surrounding you with
personnel that you can
actually work with.

So unless you want me
to go to the bench
and get you a partner...

that I'm sure you absolutely
cannot work with--
Uh, no. Right. Okay.

Mm-hmm.
I, uh-- I got it.

Yeah.
Now.

That's what I wanted
to hear.

[ Carlos ] And when we don't
have any I.D. on him or her,
we take the fingerprint.

Run it through the system.
You usually get lucky.

This might help.
Um, the tattoo
next to his thumb?

Yeah. Looks like
some kind of bird.

A swallow, maybe?

If it is, then he's
probably navy.

They see it as a good omen.
When you see a swallow,
you know you're near land.

Uh, my uncle was a shipman.
He had one.

-Look at you helping us already.
-Hey, Carlos,

did you know that forensic
nurses bridge the gap between
victims and law enforcement?

- [ Sighs, Clears Throat ]
- Oh, I get it.
You're making fun.

No. I just didn't know
there was a gap.

It's the hottest new field
in law enforcement.

Half the people who walk
into E.R.'s are the victim
of a violent crime.

Who better then to advocate
and help investigate
the circumstances behind it?

But clearly the gap
that needs addressing...

is this one,
and that ain't gonna be me.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

You know, seriously,
um, I get it...

if this is a problem
for you, 'cause if you
showed up at my work--

Weird. Yeah.
It'd be weird.

Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.

Just so we're clear--
um, the nurse thing?

Still doing it.

And medical school?

Yep. Just got my schedule.

Okay.

Let's go solve a murder.

Yeah. Let's go do that.

Well, it looks like you
and your little birdie--

or sparrow-- were right.

Our victim was in the navy.

Had Daniel run his prints
through the military archives
in Saint Louis.

So who is he?
Here you go.

Uh--

Master Chief Doug Preston.

Thirty-three-year-old
noncommissioned
naval recruiter...

covering offices and job fairs
between Florida and Georgia.

Military is sending through
his contact information,
so that's always fun--

notifying the family.

Uh, yeah. I'm familiar
with that pleasure.

Yeah, especially when you have
to investigate them for murder.
[ Mutters ]

Speaking of family,
how's Ray?

Uh, so far he's kept his word.

And he's driving a tow truck,
which, if you knew Ray,

is a substantial
fall from grace.

And he's spending
a lot of time with Jeff,

which Jeff really needed.

How are you doing?

Oh, you know me.
No complaints.

Oh. I was just
leaving you a note.

Well, now you don't have to.
Um, what's up?

Just some Kevin Fowler
business. I wanted
to get you up to speed.

Kevin Fowler. He was our--
Is that serial killer.
Yeah. How can I forget?

Callie, right?

- It's nice to see you.
- Sam. Yeah.

Nice to see you too.

Okay. Uh, we just caught
a new one, so, um,

you wanna bring me
up to speed later?
Oh, yeah. Of course.

We can do it over dinner
tomorrow night.

We're still on, right?

Dinner-- Yeah. Yeah.

- Dinner.
- Great. I'll see you then.

Great.

- Dinner?
- Yeah, she's just--

Bringing you up to speed.

Daniel's located
the name and address
of the victim's ex-wife.

Hey, are you okay
with Callie observing?

I want her to get the feel
of how an investigation
is built.

Oh, is there a gap
in that too?
[ Scoffs ]

Uh-- Yeah. No, I'm good.

Good.

Have fun.

Thanks.

- ** [ Radio: Pop ]
- It's not a date. It's dinner.

You know what? If you wanna
go and have dinner with your
old partner from Chicago--

[ Jim ]
It's just dinner!
[ Radio Off ]

"Just dinner." Right.
I got it.
Hello?

Is there something
I can do for you?
Valerie Preston?

Yeah?

Hi. Uh, Detective Longworth
with the F.D.L.E.

And this is... Callie.

We knocked on the front door,
didn't get
an answer,

but we heard the music, so--

Yeah, it's my day off.
Is something wrong?

Actually, I'm afraid there is.

We're sorry,
but your ex-husband, Doug,

has been murdered.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

Well, that's what we're
trying to find out.

[ Valerie Sighs ]

[ Jim ]
When did you last see Doug?

I don't know.
Three months ago, maybe.

You guys part on good terms?

Yeah.
Yeah, we both realized...

we jumped into it
a little too quickly.

We were only married
for four months.

Yeah, you have to be careful
jumping into things too quickly.

Where were you last night?

I'm a cosmetic rep
for a local wholesaler.

I was in Tampa-Saint Pete area
most of the last two days.
Got home late last night.

Well, I'll check
on that, of course.

Okay,
but I didn't kill him.

Okay, but I'm still gonna check.

As a naval officer, did he
carry a service revolver?

He did.

You know where he kept it?
He usually kept it with him.

If it's enemies you're
looking for, you might want
to start with his job.

He had problems at work?
Military recruiters
don't have fan clubs...

so much as they have
families who hate them.

You mean families who've
lost someone to active duty.

Some letters came to
the house-- hate mail.

Um, guess they thought
Doug still lived here.

Do you still have
some of them?
Yeah. I'll go get them.

Yeah? Great.

So that's it?

That's what?

That's your great
investigation technique?

You saw what I did
with the sandal, right?

It tells me a man's
been here recently.

Well, she's divorced, so I don't
really get the significance.

Well, it might mean something.
Might mean nothing. We'll see.

Yeah. Those are
the two options.

Let me know if there's
anything else I can do.

Oh, I will.

[ Sighs ]

Yeah?

Jim Longworth, F.D.L.E.

I want to ask you
a few questions
about Doug Preston.

What about him?

He's dead.
He was murdered last night.

[ Sighs ]
Those my letters?

Yeah.

Then I guess I see
why you came looking for me.

Yeah, I wrote a lot of crazy
shit to the son of a bitch.

What son of a bitch?
Oh, right, the guy
that was murdered.

Yeah.

If I were you,
I'd think I did it too.

But I didn't.

In these letters,
you pretty much blame Doug
for your son's death.

In Afghanistan, a year ago.

Doug Preston didn't
pull the trigger,

but he dogged my son
relentlessly
from the day he turned 18.

Phone calls, texts.

He didn't have the balls
to come by the house.

Said he died a hero.

Like losing him was--

was gonna make it
more acceptable.

So that's why you started
writing him letters,
harassing him?

I did more than that.

I stopped by
the recruiting office
the day he came to town.

Made sure he knew
what he did.
Make you feel better?

Feel better
about losing a child?

Right. Sorry.

But killing Doug--
that would have
made you feel better.

Yeah, probably.

But it wouldn't bring back
my son, now, would it?

No, sir, it wouldn't.

[ Sighs ]
Oh, do you own a gun?

And I don't mean
a registered gun. We already
know the answer to that.

I don't own a gun of any kind.

And if I was gonna kill
the man who was responsible
for my son's death,

I wouldn't dishonor him
by using a gun.

I'd use my bare hands.

Thank you for your time.

I was able to pull frags
out of Doug Preston's skull.

Hollow point.
Cop killas.

His ex-wife said...

he always carried his
service weapon on him.

Maybe he was killed
with his own navy issue.

Maybe. Same caliber-- nine-mil.
Not that we have his gun
to test against.

Death was instantaneous.

Based on liver temp,
I'm putting time of death
at 11:00 p.m. last night.

We ever find
his cell phone?
Mmm, no,

but according to his records,
the only local phone call
Doug Preston got last night...

was at 9:37 p.m.
from a pay phone.

I'm running it down now to see
if I can find out who used that
pay phone to call Doug Preston.

Then there's this--
a brownish-orange stain
on his jeans.

[ Sniffs ]

It's pureed carrots.

Pureed carrots?
Seems odd for a grown man.

Maybe a grown man
who liked pureed carrots.
Maybe they're rations.

More like for a baby--
something you feed a six-
to nine-month-old infant?

Why would Doug have
baby food on him?

'Cause they had a baby.

Valerie's definitely
given birth.

"Three-sheets-to-the-wind,
not-a-care-in-the-world,
string-bikini" Valerie?

Yeah. You could tell
by her belly button.

There's this eyelid shape
that forms over the top
once you've given birth.

Huh.

Makes me wonder what else
Valerie wasn't telling us.

Uh, I-I don't understand
what the big deal is.

The big deal is when people
fail to mention things...

like they have a nine-month-old
son with my murder victim,

then I start to wonder
what else they might be hiding.

I'm not hiding anything.
You asked about Doug,
not if I had a baby.

Your son's father is
murdered, and you didn't
think that was relevant?

Yeah, because other than
spilling your fourth--
no, fifth-- margarita,

you don't seem that upset.

Of course, another reason to
drink would be to celebrate...

putting a bullet in your
good-for-nothing ex-husband.

Doug and I were fine.

We divorced before
Cody was even born.

I have full custody,
and he hasn't missed
a single support payment.

Yeah. Where is Cody?

He's at the sitter's.

I told you.
I just spent the last
two days traveling for work.

I needed a little
time to myself.

- What's the sitter's name?
- Why?

Well, the better question
would be, "Why don't you
want to tell us?"

No reason.
It's just I-I have more
than one sitter.

Well, the one that has Cody
right now would be great.

He's with Grace.

Grace?

Ortiz.

Thank you.

She lives on the, uh--

Off the turnpike...
near--

- Valerie,
is something wrong?
- No. No.

Did something happen
to Cody?
No, no.

No.

I don't think so.
"No," or you don't think so?

[ Panting ]
I don't know.

Valerie.

Whoa. She's going.

Valerie?
Can you hear me?

Valerie.

I just got off the phone
with Grace Ortiz.

She sat for Valerie
up until six weeks ago,

then she quit when Valerie
became "all-over crazy."

Grace's words, not mine.
"Erratic" is what I'd call it.

Cody's not with Grace?
No.

She moved down to Pensacola
to live with her sister.

I had Family Services
drive by just to make sure.

So where's her son?

It's not uncommon to hide
a kid during a contentious
custody battle.

Maybe Doug decided
he wanted back in after all,

and Valerie decided
over her dead body.

Or his.

[ Door Opens ]

You see that?
[ Sighs ]

It's a size 10.

It's about the size of the
sandal I saw in your backyard.

Hey, your ex-husband, Doug--
he's a size 10, isn't he?

So, either one of his sandals
has managed to avoid
the lawn mower,

or he's been
to your house recently.

I told you.
I haven't seen Doug
in three months.

Well, actually
there's a third explanation.

And that's that you have
a new man in your life.

You know, some guy
you're dating that might have
helped you out...

with your little
custody issue with Doug.

Doug didn't want custody.

He didn't want to have
anything to do with Cody...

or have any ties to me.

Then help me out
with something else.

Why aren't you hysterical
that your son is missing?

Oh, wait. I know.

'Cause he's not missing,
is he?

You know exactly
where he is.

Valerie?

He's with Bradley--

my boyfriend.

The owner of that sandal?

Mm.

So why did you tell us
he was with your former sitter?

I was just afraid to tell you
that I left him with
my 24-year-old boyfriend.

It's just sometimes
I run out of options,

and I need somebody
to watch Cody, and he's
always willing to help.

Well, I don't believe you--
All that from a sandal.

Yeah. Pretty annoying
to admit sometimes,

but he's pretty damn
good at this.

It wasn't like that,
Detective.

Doug and I were fine
for a while,

but then he found out
that I was pregnant.

Not what he signed up for,
I guess.

And that was that.
He was gone.

That's a big decision--

having a child that you knew
you'd be raising by yourself.

Valerie?

I love little Cody so much,

but sometimes
I need a break so bad!

I'm sorry.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna
need to talk to Bradley,

which means I'm gonna need
to keep you here till I do that.

Why?

So you can't speak to Bradley
and get your story straight.

Bradley Anderson?

Can I help you?

Yeah.

Whoa.
What's up with that?

We're looking for Cody Preston.
His mom said he was with you.

Yeah. Well, he was.

What do you mean
"He was"?

Valerie had some sales calls
to make on the West Coast,
so I watched him,

but I dropped him
back off at her place.

You dropped him off
at Valerie's?

Yeah. Why?
What's wrong?

What's wrong is he's missing.
Okay.

Missing? W--
He can't be.

Have you ever had contact with
her ex-husband, Doug Preston?

No, I never even
met the guy.
[ Phone Rings ]

Okay. Hold that thought.
Daniel.

Just got a phone call
from the motel manager
at the Thirsty Pelican Inn.

- He saw Doug's murder
on the news.
- Was Doug staying there?

Yeah, but not under
his real name.

He used an alias
and he paid in cash.

Thanks.

We got a tip
on her ex-husband, Doug.

Her ex? Hey, what
the hell's going on?

Yeah, thank you
for your cooperation.

Well, hey, let me know
if Cody's okay!

Sorry about housekeeping.
We didn't know
there was anything wrong.

There's probably too much
D.N.A. in this place
to help us anyway.

He have
a little boy with him,
about nine months old?

Didn't see one.
Wait, wait.

Dulce!
[ Speaks Spanish ]

The man who was here yesterday--
he didn't have a little kid
with him, did he?

Sí. A little boy.

Another man brought him over
and drop him off, then he
pack up and take the baby.

What did this other man
look like?

Young. Como 23, 24.
A baby face.

I don't know why
I didn't tell you the truth.

I-I panicked
when I saw your badge.

[ Spits ]
You panicked...

because Doug paid you
to take Cody away
from Valerie, didn't he?

And when you realized you could
get more for stealing a baby,
you demanded more,

and, hey, Doug's dead.
No.

[ Stammers ]

No, it wasn't like that.
Lucky for you,

why you shot Doug is not
as important as, where is Cody?

[ Sighs ]
I don't know.
I swear.

And I didn't kill Doug.

[ Sighs ]
I just thought
with Valerie's sitter gone,

she really needed a break.

Doug was Cody's father,
so I called him.

I thought he could take
his son once in a while--

you know, just when
he was in town.

He say where he was going,
what his plans were?

[ Sighs ]
No.

And it wasn't until I
drove away that I realized
what a mistake I'd made.

God, I even forgot
to give Doug Cody's bankie.

"Bankie"?

[ Sighs ]
Yeah, it's his,
uh, little blue blanket.

He can't sleep without it.

So, I-I drove back
to the motel,

but he had already
checked out,

and then freaked when I saw
what happened on the news.

Just not enough
to contact us so we can
get on to Doug's trail.

I know. I know. I'm sorry.
I completely messed up.

But you have to understand.
Valerie's--

She's a great mom.
She is.

But she's totally alone.

And Doug thanked me
for calling him.

He said he felt terrible
that he walked away and never
did anything to help.

I had no idea he'd run.
I swear it.

This murder investigation
has just become...

a priority-one
missing persons case.

I issued an AMBER alert on Cody
Preston and put out a BOLO for
Doug Preston's missing truck.

What did he know?
He claims nothing,

beyond being the last person
to see Doug Preston
and his son together.

He swears he doesn't know
what happened after that.

Well, unfortunately,
this may tell us what did.

It's Ben Morgan's
military records...

and the real story behind
his death in Afghanistan.

Turns out Frank has
a pretty good reason
to be mad at the navy.

Ben didn't die a hero's death.

No.
He died alone and scared.
No backup.

"You take my son,
I'll take yours"?

Better known as motive.
[ Cell Phone Snaps Open ]

The R.V.'s missing.
He took off.

Looks like it.
Excuse me!

Your neighbor, Frank Morgan--
We were here earlier today.

There was an R.V.,
a Winnebago,
parked right here.

He pulled out
a couple hours ago.

- He say where he was going?
- No, just up and left--

[ Phone Rings ]
Like a bat
out of hell too.

Daniel.

Men and their driving--
never understood it.

Thanks.

Oh, and put a BOLO out
on Frank Morgan's R.V.

Florida fish and game just found
Doug's abandoned vehicle.

Thank you.
Thanks.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

Definite sign of a struggle
outside driver's side door.

- This is where
it all went down.
- Car seat.

I found this.
Looks military issue.

Can't get a signal.

There was definitely
a baby in here recently.

There's still spit-up
in the safety lock reservoir
that hasn't evaporated yet.

I'll see your spit-up
and raise you a receipt
from Clearmont Pharmacy. Oh!

Big, fat wad of cash
and Doug Preston's passport.

So, robbery wasn't a motive.

Maybe he was flying under
the radar-- cleared his account,
stopped using his credit cards.

But why?
Yeah, I don't know,

but Doug Preston
definitely had a plan,

and that plan didn't
work out for him.

And there's still a baby
missing out there somewhere.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ Valerie ]
Did you find my baby?
[ Callie ] Not yet,

but we found Doug's car,
and we think that Cody
might have been with him.

No! No, Doug would have
never taken Cody.

Okay.
While you think that
Bradley was watching Cody,

he was actually meeting
with Doug so that he could help
you take care of your son.

Bradley would never do that.
Why would he do that?

'Cause he thought that
you were overwhelmed.

He wanted to help you.

Where's Cody?
Where is he?

We don't know.

But he's alive, right?
He's okay?

- Valerie--
- Are you saying he's dead?

No.
Oh, God.

All we know right now
is that your son is missing,

but we have everyone
in the state looking for him.
[ Panting ] Oh, my God.

This is footage from
the pharmacy where Doug
was last seen alive.

According to store records,
Doug bought baby supplies--
food, formula, diapers, wipes,

baby aspirin
and a bottle of Pedialyte.

Paid for in cash,
I'm guessing.

So this is earlier
the day of the murder--

10 hours before
the estimated time of death?

According
to Dr. Sanchez, yeah.

Oh, and I tracked down
that pay phone.

It's near a box store
in Palm Glades.

No A.T.M. or traffic cams,
unfortunately.

And Bradley, Valerie
and Frank Morgan all live
within a few miles,

so it doesn't really
eliminate anyone.
Yeah.

According to search and rescue,
based on terrain,
access roads...

and working back
from point of attack,

our estimated search area
is over 400 square miles
and growing by the minute.

It's the very definition
of a needle in a haystack.
[ Jim ] Or a baby.

Wait.
[ Taps Key ]

Hello, Frank Morgan.

[ Manus ]
As in the last person
to see Doug Preston alive.

Yeah, with baby Cody.

Is Callie with the mother?

Apparently the news
didn't go over very well.

Valerie collapsed.
Callie's had to admit her
into the hospital.

[ Phone Rings ]
Daniel,
go and work on...

that search warrant
for Frank Morgan's house.
On it.

Oh. Well, we got
partial good news.

The Highlands County
Sheriff's Department...

just found Frank Morgan's
R.V. parked outside the
Highlands Hammock State Park.

Partial as in
"no sign of the boy."
Unfortunately, no.

But they're bringing
Frank in as we speak.

Good. I'd like to have
a little chat with Frank.

[ Chattering ]

I wasn't running.
I swear it.

So you were questioned by
police in the murder of someone
you're on record as threatening,

had motive to kill,
and you suddenly decide
to go on a joy ride?

Did I really need to say
"Don't leave town"?

I didn't have anything to do
with Doug Preston's murder,
Detective.

And I definitely wouldn't
harm a child.

Considering you know yourself
what it's like to lose one,
I'd like to believe that.

Unfortunately, that's
the reason I think you did.

Eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth?

You're saying I-I killed
his son to make up
for the loss of mine?

We have you on tape fighting
with Doug-- with baby Cody--

10 hours before
he was shot dead.

Look, I admit I saw him
in the parking lot.

Oh, you were just
in the parking lot?

It's a mall,
for crying out loud!

[ Sighs ]
And, yeah, I did have
a head of steam up,

but before I could say a word,
he started apologizing to me.

Apologizing for what?

Recruiting my son.

Said he felt like shit
for pushing so hard,

that he was just doing
his job, but as a father
he understood my anguish.

I never even knew
he was a father.

He never mentioned it.

But I could see he meant it.

You know, holding his boy
like that.

And what it would be like
to lose that boy.

No-- He said he was taking
a leave from his job,

he was reassessing his life
and he was gonna settle down.

He just wanted to be a good dad.

So all that resentment,
all that anger
about losing Ben...

just went away
with an apology.

I'm not saying that.

Yeah, it-- it helped.

Wouldn't expect you
to believe it.

That's why
I didn't say anything
about me and Doug.

Yeah, well, it's a damn shame
that the only person that can
corroborate your story is dead.

'Cause the F.D.L.E....

is scouring your R.V.
and your home, Frank,

and if they find one piece
of evidence that can link you
forensically to Doug or to Cody,

I'll make sure
you go away for life.

[ Sighs ]
[ Woman ]
F.D.L.E.

[ Monitor Beeping ]

Cody is definitely sick.

That's why Doug was buying
Pedialyte and baby aspirin.

What's the lab report say?

From the mucus in his spit-up,
they've, uh, picked up
some kind of infection.

Viral or bacterial?

I'm running further tests
to determine
what we're dealing with.

But if it's viral,
it'll run its course.

Yeah, and if it's bacterial,
he could go into sepsis
if it's left untreated.

How's Valerie?
Is she well enough
to help us yet?

Like, you know,
maybe confess
or tell us who did this?

They've got her sedated,
and I've ordered
a psych evaluation.

Erratic behavior,
gaps in memory,

self-medicating
with alcohol.

It could be depression
brought on by postpartum,
but I-I don't know.

There's something definitely
going on with her.

Yeah, a little thing
called guilt?
Survivor's guilt. Yeah, maybe.

- Well, just in case--
Daniel.
- Yeah?

Check Valerie's
credit card purchases.

See if she
came straight back
from that business trip...

or stopped off at that
big-box store.
Yeah, you got it.

Also, I got the walkie
to work.

Rewired it,
charged the battery.

Still just getting
static though.

Don't those things
usually come in twos?

Was there another one
found at the crime scene?

- No, just this one.
- Wait.

What if Doug
was using the walkie-talkie
as a baby monitor?

[ Walkie-Talkie: Static ]
Okay, it's got to be
one of these channels.

Maybe if we go off-road.
[ Squawks, Static ]

Even healthy adults can only
go 96 hours without water.

A toddler
who was dehydrated,
not holding down food--

maybe 12 hours.

Eighteen hours, his body
will start shutting down.

Plus an infection?
Jim, I don't know.

No, don't think it.
Don't even say it.

Believe me,
I'm trying not to.

Please be right, and not
that we just couldn't find
the other walkie-talkie.

Look. I'm thinking
if Doug knew he was
going for a meeting...

and he knew that meeting
could go bad, he'd put Cody
in a safe place, right?

Right.

[ Static Continues ]

[ Clicks, Beeps ]

[ Static ]

[ Baby Coos ]

[ Cooing Continues, Babbling ]

Oh, my God, Jim.
It's-- I know.

It's a baby.
It's Cody. He's alive.

[ Babbling, Fussing ]
Yeah, but where?

[ Fussing, Babbling Continue ]

This walkie-talkie has
a range of about 15 miles.

Now, each one has been paired
to the same frequency
as the one with baby Cody.

Now, these aren't
like cell phones.

They can't be triangulated
to pinpoint his exact location.

The good news is that
this shrinks our search
area considerably.

The bad news is that we're
still looking at about 70 square
miles of terrain to cover.

If your area falls into
anything residential
or commercial, knock on doors.

Show them pictures of Cody.

Look, listen and be aware.

And let's bring
this boy home.
Okay, move out.

[ Chattering ]

[ Squeaking ]
Come on, Cody, little buddy,
hang in there.

[ Cody Fussing ]

Hey, do you hear
that squeaking sound?
[ Squeaking ]

[ Cody Fussing ]
Yeah.

Squeaky toy, maybe?
That's good news,
right?

He still has the strength
to squeeze it?
Yeah.

[ Exhales ]
[ Fussing Continues ]

You got a unit on Bradley?

No need to. He's been
to the station twice.

Calls every half hour
looking for updates
on Cody's rescue.

He's either really worried
or really good.

Any word from Callie?

She's checking on Valerie
at the hospital.

They're going to run
some tests.
Okay.

If she's
thinking postpartum,
in extreme cases...

sufferers are capable
of just about anything--

suicide, homicide,
infanticide.

Well, at the moment
Cody is still alive,

so let's just focus
on finding him,
and then we can worry...

about whether or not Valerie
had anything to do with
her ex-husband's murder.

Daniel found a bar
down the road from
the crime scene...

that Valerie dropped into
the night Doug was murdered.

He's gonna tag along with me
for the ride, then I'll check
on Callie at the hospital.

Okay.

[ Cody Crying ]

Your omega-3s
are extremely low,

which is a good indicator
for postpartum.

Have you been aware of any
feelings of depression?

I only knew I wasn't
enjoying any of it--

a beautiful son,
being a mom.

I'd bring him into bed with me
to help him sleep,

and I'd have to face the wall
so he wouldn't see me crying.

Where's your family?

We don't have a relationship.

We haven't been in touch
in years.

So, you're alone,
overwhelmed, self-medicating
with alcohol, drugs.

No. No drugs.

And the drinking--
I don't even like to drink.

But sometimes
it's the only way
I can deal with it all.

It's a terrible thing to say.
I know.

I'm not a cop, Valerie.

I'm a nurse,
and I'm not judging you.

There's a lot of women
who are suffering
from postpartum...

who don't even know it,

especially if they
don't have a spouse
or family around.

You know,
the good news is...
[ Exhales ]

we know Cody's alive.

We can hear him.

Yes.

But we need your help.

He's out there somewhere
and he needs you.

I don't know where he is.
I know. I'm just--
I'm just saying...

if you could think
of somewhere that
Doug might take Cody...

or someone who wants
to hurt Doug--

I don't know! I swear.
Can't the police
just contact his family?

They have.
And his employer,

and nobody even knew
he was down here right now.

[ Sighs ]

I'm asking you
to think hard.

Who would want
to hurt your family?

Does Cody have his fuzzy?

His fuzzy?

It's Cody's blanket.
Does he have his fuzzy?

He-- He can't go to sleep
without fuzzy.

I don't know.
He can't sleep
without fuzzy!

He has to--
You have to find--

[ Sighs, Exhales ]

I'm an awful mom.

Yeah, I'm positive.
That's her.

Like I told this guy,
she came in by herself.

Had just driven back
from a business trip
in Tampa or something.

She seem angry,
agitated?
Not at first.

I mean, she had a couple
glasses of wine, then some guy
tried to buy her a drink.

She went a little
nuts on him.
For buying her a drink?

Then she went off
on some guy named Doug--

how he ruined her life,
how she hated
the son of a bitch.

I mean, seriously, it's like
the first time I've ever
had to throw somebody out...

for having a fight with
somebody who wasn't even here.

About what time
was this?
Around 9:00, 9:30, I think.

Two hours before
Doug was killed.

And we're just 30 minutes
up the turnpike from
where the murder happened.

Do you have a pay phone?
A pay phone?

I haven't seen
one of those in years.

Try the next exit
off the turnpike where
all those big-box stores are.

Probably the closest one
around here.

That's where the pay phone is--
the one used to call Doug.
On it.

Thanks for your time.
You got it.

[ Chattering, Indistinct ]

Jim, I'm telling you,
you can't push her right now.

We have an eyewitness
that puts Valerie
drinking at a bar,

raging at her
son of a bitch ex-husband...

30 minutes from the crime scene
and two hours before
he was killed.

She's suffering
from postpartum depression.

Her hormonal levels
are parabolic.

There's no way she could
pull off a plan to lure in her
ex-husband and then kill him.

I mean, she can barely
account for her time.

Because, uh, a hormonal woman
would never kill an ex-husband
for trying to steal their son?

And you don't know she can't
account for her time.
She could be playing you.

That's what
murderers do, Callie.
They lie.

There's still a big leap
from being a liar...

to "She killed her ex-husband
and maybe even her child."

Yeah, and postpartum psychosis
is still motive for murder,
suicide and infanticide.

Look, you may feel sorry
for her, even like her.

That doesn't mean
she's not guilty.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Sobbing ]
Valerie?

[ Sobbing Continues ]
No!

Look, Val--
No, it was a mistake!
It was all a huge mistake!

- What was a mistake?
- You know what I did!

You know!
Why are you torturing me?

- Uh--
- Valerie?

I did it.
I killed Doug.

I'll sign whatever you want.
I'll do anything you want.

I just want my baby back.

I just want this to be over.

[ Panting ]

Then where is Cody?
I don't know.

You confessed
to killing Doug, Valerie.
Your son is with him.

If you killed your ex-husband,
tell us what you know
so we can try and find your son.

I don't know.
I can't remember!

Uh, why don't we try
what you do remember--

about your marriage,
your time with Doug
before things went bad.

[ Sighs ]

I got caught up
in the romance, I guess--

the flowers, the candy,

the champagne
on his friend's boat,

the wedding,
but it wasn't real.

Doug wasn't real.

But you went through
with it, right?

The pregnancy, the baby.

I threw up.

I thought I was seasick,
but I guess I was
already pregnant, and--

[ Deep Breath ]

We conceived Cody on--
on his friend's boat
at the marina.

My Escape.

Our little romantic nest.

[ Scoffs ]

I can still hear
the boat rubbing against
the wake bumpers.

Okay, the murder, Valerie.
Bradley-- was he involved?
Help me out here.

I should never have
dragged him into this.

Dragged him into what,
Valerie?
What did you drag him into?

It doesn't matter.
What matters is
is that I killed Doug...

and my son is--

I don't know
where my baby is.

Okay, okay.
Listen to me, Valerie.

Maybe the reason that you
don't know where your son is
is maybe you didn't kill Doug.

Okay?
You're beating yourself up.

You're punishing yourself
'cause you think you're
a bad mother. I get that.

But confessing to something
you didn't do is not
helping us find your son.

So I'm asking you
one last time--
Did you kill Doug?

Yes.

Valerie,

did you kill Doug?

No.

No.

Come on, boy. Let's go.
Wait. You got her
to "un-confess"?

Yeah. It's the first time
I've ever had to do that.

Callie didn't like me
pushing her like that,
but at this point...

we can't afford to go down
any more blind alleys.

Well, at least that lines up
with the forensic report
I just got.

They found several short
blonde hairs in Frank's R.V.

Oh, and, Jim,

he stopped mumbling,

and we haven't heard any voices,
just that squeaky toy.

All right.
We're on our way.

Well, squeaky toy--
That's still a good sign, right?

If he's in sepsis,
I seriously doubt...

that he'll be able
to have the strength...

or the cognitive awareness
to squeeze a toy.

What about Valerie's
cognitive awareness?

It's all over the place.
Why?

Well, she can remember
some things,

like where she and Doug
conceived Cody, but not
whether or not she killed Doug?

Because she didn't kill Doug.
That's the psychosis.

Reality's much more vivid.

[ Screen Beeps ]
She said she got
seasick, right?

On Doug's friend's boat?

Right.

What if that squeaky noise
we've been hearing...

isn't a squeaky toy?

Jim, I don't know.
Is this crazy?

Yeah. And at this point,
I'll take crazy.

My Escape.

[ Squeaking ]

[ Squeaking Continues ]
[ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Clattering ]

That's him. It's Cody.

[ Crying ]

Okay. Okay, Cody.
Hi, honey. It's okay.

Yeah, he's burning up.
We have to get him
to the hospital.

Do you see
his fuzzy anywhere?

His fuzzy?

- Yeah, his little blue blanket.
- Okay, well,
I'll try and find it.

You go, go, go. Go.
Okay.

[ Phone Rings ]
All right. Okay.

I know.

- Yeah. We got him.
- Is he okay?

He's burning up with fever.
Callie's got him now.
We're gonna take him to the E.R.

Great job, Jim.

[ Beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

Thanks, Daniel. Yeah.
No, that's kind of
what I figured.

Hey.
Hey.
I got your message.

You brought bankie?
Yeah, I did.

Great.
I'm just so glad
you found Cody.

How is he?
Well, he's on
antibiotics and fluids.

Trying to get the fever
down, you know?

We got to him
just in time.
[ Sighs ] God.

So, uh-- Well, what happened?
Did you figure out
who did this?

We did. Yeah.

We found
several blonde hairs
in the R.V. of a suspect.

We're testing them
to see if they match Cody.

How's, uh-- How's Valerie?
She must hate me.

More confused than hate.

You know, 'cause of
the whole postpartum thing.

But I'm sure
once the meds kick in
and she can process...

that you killed Doug...

then kept your mouth shut
while leaving her son
alone to die,

well, yeah, I'm pretty sure
she's gonna be pretty
pissed off at you.

Uh, wait. I thought
you said you found a hair.

Yeah. Wasn't a match.

But I did find this note
where Doug was keeping Cody.

"Get bankie.
Sawgrass Preserve
at 11:00."

So? That doesn't
mean anything.

11:00-- time of death.

It means that Doug was
killed when he met someone
to get Cody's blanket,

which Valerie
and Cody call "fuzzy."

It's only you
that calls it "bankie."

When you went to the motel
to give this to Doug,

and then realized
he'd taken off with Cody,
you panicked.

You needed a plan.

So you called him
from a pay phone at
a big-box store at 9:37,

which a paid intern
just confirmed.

You told him that
Cody couldn't sleep
without his bankie.

So Doug agreed
to meet you.

But he didn't bring Cody,
so you couldn't undo
your mistake.

So you fought,
but he wouldn't tell you
where Cody was,

even when you grabbed
for his gun.

He threatened me with it--
tried to scare me off.
We scuffled,

and before I knew it--
Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah.
The gun went off.

You know what?
I know you thought you were
trying to help Valerie,

but bottom line--
you just didn't want
to take care of her kid.

I was just trying to help.

But I-I don't know
anything about kids.

I never had to take care
of one.

I was just trying
to help Valerie!
Let me see your hands.

Oh, God. Oh, God.
Please.

I've been sick to death
worrying about Cody.

I'm losing my mind
looking for him!

Come on, sir.
Oh, God!

[ Sobbing ]
Oh, God.

Shh.

You're gonna be okay, Cody.
[ Babbling ]

Mommy's here.

Sh-She's right here.

You know what?
We should, um, let him rest.

It's okay.

Hey. He's gonna be okay.

We have him on I.V. fluids
and antibiotics.

He'll cycle through a few
fevers in the next few days,
but he's gonna be fine.

[ Sighs ]

You're gonna be okay too.

You have to realize
that you've also been sick,

but postpartum is treatable.

And with the right medications
to balance you out...

and counseling,
you'll be fine.

And-And Cody?

I mean, will he and I--
I mean--

It might take some time,
but if you can prove
to Family Services...

and the courts that you're
committed to this, you guys
can be a family again.

[ Sighs ]

Thank you.

I don't know what I
would have done without you.

I thought I was
going insane.

[ Sighs, Laughs ]
You found fuzzy.

Why don't you
take it to him?

Cody.

Hey, look what I have.

Mommy's got fuzzy.

[ Babbling ]
Do you want fuzzy?

[ Babbling Continues ]

You sure you want
to be a doctor?

'Cause you're actually
one hell of a cop.
[ Scoffs ]

Now you're just
insulting me.
Oh, really?

After all this,
you still hate cops?

Yes!
This was terrifying.

And a little amazing--
Uh-huh.

Finding Cody alive.

Well, police work
may have found her son,

but you definitely saved
Valerie from losing
Cody forever.

So, I guess there is a gap
between victims
and law enforcement.

Oh! I'm sorry.

Is that you admitting to
being a little judgmental
about forensic nursing?

Well, I think "judgmental"
is a little judgmental.

You have to go, shower.

I need a shower?

Yeah, for your date
tonight, remember?

It's not a date.
It's dinner.

You know, around the same table.
Right, where she can
catch you up to speed.

Yes.

You know she's totally
playing you, right?

How is she playing me?

Acting like she's cool
working with you,

being here,
like she's cool with me.

She is cool with you.
Yeah, she's totally
cool with me.

Just...

be careful, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

I'm not into her anymore.
You know that, right?