All language subtitles for Alert Missing Persons Unit s01e09e10 Briana.eng

(crickets chirping)

- You look amazing.

We better head down.

You ready?

- Just give me
literally one minute.

- You okay?

- More than okay.

I just wanna be present.

In the moment.

I don't wanna
forget any of this.

(indistinct chatter)

(nervous sigh)

(? Here Comes the
Bride playing on organ)

(knocking on door)
I know, I'm coming!

(gasping) Ow!

(screaming)

(objects clattering)

(struggling screams)

(taser buzzing)

(??)

- She said she'd be right down.

Do you want me to go get her?
- Uh...

(stammering): I'll
come with you.

- Okay. (clearing throat)

- Bri?
- Briana?

Briana?

Briana!

Briana!

(ominous music)

(mysterious music)

(distant sirens wailing)

Do you believe in
love at first sight?

- I do.

- We only met three months ago.

But we knew from the
very first moment.

- Mm, is it possible
maybe she got cold feet?

- No. If she ran away, who
trashed the bridal suite?

Someone took her!

- Tell us about Briana.

- She's a high
school arts teacher.

Pay is trash, so she
bartends on the weekends.

And then...

And then, she uses the money

to buy art supplies
for the kids.

- What bar?

- Morgan's.

Elkins Park.

- Did she say that
she had gotten

in a fight at work or...?

Was there anyone who
objected to her marrying you?

- No, it was the opposite.

Friends, family,
everyone was thrilled.

- Okay, well...

Thank you, Trevor.

We'll reach out when
we have something.

But trust me, we'll find Briana.

- Come on. I'll walk you out.

And on the way,

I'll let you know why you
should give me that rose.

(somber music)

- Okay. So, he thinks that
someone trashed the room.

Maybe it was her.

Right? I know if I was
having second thoughts

and a bunch of people are
sitting down at the altar

waiting for me, I might
break a chair or two,

throw things around.

- Okay, so you still
think she got cold feet.

- I don't know. I don't
have enough information yet.

(door closing)
- Kemi, what's your read?

- That Trevor is heartbroken.

If in fact it turns out
that she did cut and run,

my guess is that he
joins a monastery.

- All right. Let's run
Briana's financials.

And to get into her e-mails,
talk to her co-workers.

- Yep.
- And...

- Yes?
- In case our runaway bride

was actually taken...

- Uh-huh?
- Issue an alert.

- Yes.

(alert blaring)

- There were no windows
in the basement.

It got so cold, I
could see my breath.

I don't think the
cabin even had heat.

It was remote. It was...

It was probably off the grid.

- Did you get a name?

- She never told me.

- You know how old
she was approximately?

- She was older than Mom,
younger than Grandma. I...

What I remember are her eyes.

They were...

grey and empty.

- Do you know why
she was holding you?

What did she want?

- My blood. Every two weeks,

she would put an IV in my arm

and drain my blood into
one of those medical bags.

Uh, it made me tired.

And she gave me these vitamins.

She said it would help
me make more blood.

- Why, um... Why did
she want your blood?

You have any idea?
- I don't know.

She said I was an angel
who was gonna get my wings

for my sacrifice.

- Do you remember
anything else, honey?

- I wasn't alone.

There was a... a boy.

She brought him in a few
months before I got away.

Oh, we were in
different rooms, but...

The vents were
connected or something.

I never saw him.

But after she'd go to
sleep, we whispered.

He said his name was Max.

He could still be there.

I've should've said
something earlier,

I know I should've.

I was just...

I was scared.

God, what if he's still there?

- It's okay. You're okay.

We'll find him, I promise.

- We need to dig into every
single missing person's case

in the Tri-state area, okay?

- 11 to 14 years
of age named Max.

- Okay. The last two
years should do it, Mike.

- Hey, look, look, look. Hey.
I get that you're excited,

that you're hopeful, I am
too, but you're his parents.

- Yes. And if we
went by the book,

we would recuse ourselves.

- We're not gonna do...
- Look. I know that it's hard...

- No, no, no. Not
hard, impossible.

But go ahead.
- Okay, if we did nothing,

and then the person who
took Keith gets away,

we would never, ever
forgive ourselves!

- Look, I get that.
But you being involved

could guarantee she gets away.

Okay? If you catch her,

a defence attorney will
use your involvement

to prove the
investigation was biased.

Okay? That facts were bent.

That it was less of a case
and more of a vendetta.

You have to let me take
point on this, okay?

I'll fill you in every step
of the way. You have my word.

(sighing)

- Mike is right.

For now, he takes point.

- Guys.
- Yeah, hey.

- Okay, so Trevor said
that Briana worked weekends

bartending at Morgan's,

but Mr. Morgan
who... (chuckling)

By the by, it reminds
of this fling I once had

with Mahatma...

- Kemi.
- This is not the right time.

Got it. Mr. Morgan said that
she quit six months ago.

- Well, she lied about
her Saturday nights

and then pulled a
no-show at the wedding.

Maybe our blushing bride
isn't so blushing after all.

- And she isn't so broke either.

Six months ago, Briana
set up a C corporation

called the CeramicAngel.

- She made $200,000
in six months?

- Probably not from slinging
margaritas at happy hour.

- So, the CeramicAngel web
page describes the company

as a "specialized
content creator."

And among the itemized
deductions is a gym membership,

which tells us nothing but
makes me insanely jealous.

- Does the company
have an address?

- I guess you
could call it that.

Okay. Oh, wow. (scoffing)

- This is corporate
headquarters.

- At least she's
got low overhead.

How is somebody making 200,000

creating content like this?

- I don't think it's the content
the people are paying for

but the outfit she's wearing
while creating the content.

- Looks like our blushing
bride is a secret camgirl.

- There are 86 boys between
the ages of 11 and 14

who were reported missing
in the last two years.

None of them named Max.

Off those, 22 went missing
around the same time

that Keith said Max showed up.

Now, we don't know where
Keith was being held,

but he said it was about
a 25-minute drive away

from the convenience
store where we found him.

If we assume all the
other victims were taken

in that same general vicinity,

we get eight kids. And
one of those eight...

His name is Joseph Maxwell.

- If he was reported missing,
there must be a police report.

- Yeah, there is.
Filed in Jersey.

Maxwell lived in a
homeless encampment

right across the border.

- That's it? Two pages?

- He was a homeless kid.

His parents are deceased.

In the camp one
day, out the next.

Now, the presumption
is he moved on.

Only reason he was reported
missing is 'cause another kid

in the camp insisted
he had been taken.

- Cory Evers.

- Yep. I'm on my
way to get him now.

- Uh... Should we go
over what to ask him?

- No, no. I got it.
- We need to make sure

that we cover every base.
- Hey, hey, hey.

I got it, okay?

- No, no, no. She's
not that type of girl.

She's, she's, she's
kind. She's sweet...

- No one is saying that she
isn't any of those things.

- We took a pledge.

We were waiting until marriage.

She's the love of my life.

- Maybe you should have a seat.

(Nikki clears throat)

- Hey, guys! Ceramic Angel here.

(sighing) Man, I
have had a tough day.

How about you?

You wanna talk about it?

If you want, you can message me

and we can connect.

I know that when I open
up, I feel a lot better.

- You had no idea about this?
(Briana): I'm sure you will too.

- That my fianc�e
is a porn star?

No, I did not!

- It's a subscriber website

called Fan of Yours.

They have music, cooking,
um, adult content

and for a price,

direct contact with the models.

- Direct contact. Well,
that's a polite way to put it.

- Direct contact through texts.

Okay? Not in person,
it's not pornography.

It's a...

therapy for lonely people.

- Mm-hmm.

In Briana's case,
for 15,000 people.

- Fif...

15,000 people watch her do this?

- 15,000 people pay
to watch her do this.

It's not bad because that
narrows down our suspect pool

to one of her subscribers.

- Ooh, that's lovely.
- Hey!

- What?
- It looks lovely, but...

what it says about Trevor
and Briana, not so much.

Which isn't all that
surprising, actually.

- Mm.
- Briana had dozens

of blocked users.
Maybe one of them was,

I don't know, a
possessive nutjob

who couldn't stand the
idea of his secret camgirl

marrying somebody
else? I don't know.

- Hey, about this
rose situation...

- Yeah?
- You putting in a good word

for Trevor and
Briana with whomever

you put in a good word with,

maybe you could do that
for me with Rachel?

- Please, tell me that you
called her to apologize

for standing her up?

- I... I did in my head.

- Oh. The Orishas
are helper spirits,

they're not miracle workers.

- We got a hit on the alert.
Another Fan of Yours model

says that Briana had a stalker.

- Well, there goes the
runaway bride angle.

- Someone was leaving
notes on her windshield

demanding she returns
what's not hers.

- Notes on your windshield
means that he's local, though.

You could filter that
with the blocked users.

- Yes, I can.

Okay, that leaves PlaidTshirt77.

Real name: Henry Starkey.

He paid $47,589.

That was before his account
was blocked three months ago.

That is a lot of money
just to be booted.

- Find Starkey, see what
he has to say for himself.

- I got it.

- Hey, Cory. You're
not in trouble.

But a friend of yours is.

Jo Maxwell.

- I already told
the cops about Max.

They didn't care.

Why do you?

- My fianc�e's a cop.

And her son was taken.

We think it might be the
same person who took Max.

- So, you're only looking
to get a cop's kid back?

- No, no. He
escaped. We're not...

We're not looking for him.

We're looking for the
person who took him.

And if you help us out,
there's a good chance

that we could find her
and we could find Max.

(sighing)

- Know what a Bluetooth tag is?

- Yeah. It's a small
tracking device.

- 10-buck safety net.

That way, us street kids
can keep track of each other

on our phones.

We'd put them in our shoes

so we could always
find each other.

- Okay. You think
you could find him?

(breathing shakily)

- I tried.

Followed the signal up
the 611 to Berg Point.

- Hmm.

- It went dead after that.

My fear is he did too.

- You know, Bluetooth tags,
they work on a mesh network.

They get the signal sent from
Wi-Fi routers and cellphones.

So, if Max was taken
somewhere remote,

Cory's cellphone might
not be getting a signal,

but a network of
cellphones might.

- And if there is no network?

- I get my guy to
make us a network.

- Or I have a better idea.

You give me your guy's
name and then I do it.

Because I'm running
point and you both agreed

not to be involved.

- Mike. If he can
find the signal,

he can find Max. Okay?
It's our best shot.

We have to try it.

All right, fine.

I'll work on the Briana case
until you get a location

off the signal, then
you give it to me,

and then I go. Understood?

- You have my word.

- All right.

- You ready?
- Yeah. Let me just stop

at the evidence locker,
pick up a few things.

(birds chirping)

(knocking on door)

- Hi.
- Can I help you?

- Detective Adebayo.

Is Henry home?

- I'm Henry.

Is something wrong?

- Tell me about Briana Williams.

- I don't know who that is.

Or why we had to
talk in private.

- You might know her
as Ceramic Angel.

- Oh, Lord.

You know about that?

- It's why we're
talking in private.

- Oh. (chuckling)

No, I appreciate that.

But Gloria knows.

When she found how much money
I spent on that damn site,

she about blew her head off.

Or mine.

Still... not illegal
last I checked.

- No, but kidnapping is.

Briana Williams went
missing yesterday.

- Well, that's awful, but...

if you think I'm somehow
involved in that...

- I mean, you sent
her angry messages.

Your account was blocked.

There were threatening
notes left on her car.

- I don't know
anything about that.

I've never met her.

Yeah, I said some angry
things in the chat,

that's because I felt betrayed.

- Because she was
getting married.

- Because she was a bot.

- A bot?
- I asked her in a chat

what clay she liked to use.

"I prefer kaolin,
it's so pearly."

Then I asked her when she
started to make pottery.

Same answer.

What's her favourite
book or movie?

"I prefer kaolin,
it's so pearly."

Same answer.

Like she was stuck in a loop.

That's because she was.

Because she wasn't a she,
she was an algorithm.

The girl I thought I was
pouring my heart out to,

I'd never even talked to. Once.

- Yesterday between 5
to 7, where were you?

- Ham radio club.

A group of us meet
every Saturday.

If that's when it happened,
well, I got 10 guys

who will swear I
couldn't have done it.

- So, Henry's alibi checks out.

If a fan took Briana,
it wasn't him.

- No, I don't
think it was a fan.

I went through the e-mails.

Six months ago, Briana hired
somebody to grow her brand

through ads, promotions,

and automated
client interaction.

- Okay, so bots.
- Yeah.

- Sam Lindquist grew her from
800 subscribers to 15,000.

And the e-mails show
that he gets a cut-off

of what each new
subscriber pays.

- So, an e-pimp?

But where is the motive

to take Briana?

He makes money when she does.

- Exactly. Watch this.

- I have some news that I
wanted to share with you all.

First, the happy news.

I met someone and I'm in love.

His name is Trevor
and we're engaged.

Which brings me to
the less happy news.

This is my last video.

- Now, a week ago, the golden
goose decides to call it quits.

But in the e-mails,
Lindquist was livid.

Even refused to post the video.

Last thing that he wanted
was for her to get married.

- Well, there's our motive.

Uh, let's bring this e-pimp in

and see if he had opportunity,

along with bad teeth
and gold chains.

Yep. (Mike chuckling)

- I told you on the
phone. I do weddings

and I do car shows. And I do
the occasional quincea�era.

That's it.
- You remember the Mitchells?

Steve and Annie? He did
their daughter's bat mitzvah.

It was... 500 drones
recreating the Six-Day War.

It was beautiful. He
is extremely talented.

- I'm not a spy.
- No, no, no.

We're not trying
to spy on anyone.

We are trying to find someone.

Okay? There was a
child that was abducted

and he's being held
somewhere very remote.

- Yeah. The kid's got
a Bluetooth tag, right?

And we believe
it's still active,

but we can't get close
enough to detect it.

I mean, we could. We could
drive around the woods

for the next two
years, or your drones

could cover that
same ground in what,

like an hour?

- Y... Yeah.

- His name is Max, okay?

We don't know how
long ago he was taken,

but every hour that
passes reduces our chances

of ever finding him. And
detecting that signal...

may be our only chance.
- Yeah.

We need your drones.
That's it. Simple.

- Okay, look. Like, I have
the drones to cover the area,

but even if I help you,

you're gonna need a
cellphone for every drone

in order to track the signal.

So, unless you have a few
hundred phones lying around...

- We do not, but the
evidence locker did.

Easily a few hundred phones.

- You got yourself some drones.

(zipping, clattering)

(sighing)

- Why are you so serious?

We're finally gonna
catch Keith's kidnapper.

- I know.

I just... I can't
help but think that

she is doing to Max was she did
to Keith and that is just...

almost too much to bear.

(beeping)

(drones buzzing loudly)

Here we go.

(suspenseful music)

- Can I help you?

- I'm here to see
Detective Sherman.

- You're Sam Lindquist?

- No. She is.

- So, you created the
bots to what, scam people?

- No, it was for fun.

And it was for money.

A lot of money. (chuckling)

- This isn't a joke, Samantha.

- Fine. Whatever.

It started because
my older sister

has a big following
on Fan of Yours.

- Madison's involved in this?

- She's a performer.

And I'm an OPM.

Online personality manager.

Maddy has fans that
like to talk to her.

She was spending
too much time online

and her grades started to slip,

so I said I'd make some
bots, try to help her out.

- You made bots for other women?

- Like I said, it's kind of fun.

You know, you've gotta
develop these personalities,

learn to type like other people.

Older clients are challenging

'cause they like to put these
periods in their sentences.

I bet you do that, huh?

- What's wrong
with using periods?

- Nothing. The olds are
big on periods. Yeah.

And double spacing
after periods.

- How did you learn
how to do this?

- Guess I've always
just liked coding.

- Wait, wait. Don't you feel bad
for cheating the subscribers?

(scoffing)
- Cheating them?

I'm not cheating them,
I'm helping them.

Yeah, I mean, models can't
talk to that many subscribers.

It's impossible.

So, they just talk
through my bots.

Fans feel special,
models feel safe,

and I get paid, so win-win-win.

- Yeah, until the
models wanna retire.

You stood to lose a lot
of money when Briana did.

- Yeah, and I tried
to talk her out of it,

but I don't kidnap people.

I mean, I've got
plenty of clients.

If anybody had a financial
incentive to kidnap her,

it's the kidnapper.

- What do you mean?
- Well, on my way over here,

I get a notification saying
there's been suspicious activity

on Briana's Fan of
Yours cash account.

Yeah, I know. So I
tried to open it,

but I guess I'm locked
out. I don't know.

- All right. Well, we're
gonna have to unlock it.

I'm gonna need the account
number and the access code.

- I don't know, Jay.

Whatever's out there, I'm
not sure I wanna see it.

- Whatever it is, we will
face it together. Okay?

(beeping)
- Got something.

- Come on.
- No, no.

I told Mike we'd let him
take it from here, okay?

I gave him my word.

- I know.

This isn't about Mike, Nik.

It's about finding the
monster that took our son.

- Check it out. Yeah.

- You and I both know we
can't leave this alone.

(suspenseful music)

(floor creaking)

- Nothing.

(ominous music)

(??)

- Found the tag.

- Once Keith ran...

She must've known we'd
get her sooner or later.

- I think we need
to bring Keith here.

- That's a bad idea, Jay.

- This is evil. Okay?

It's gotta be stopped.

(sighing)

- I accessed Briana's
cash account.

- And?

- And it turns out the
suspicious activity

was a cash withdrawal

of $47,589.

- The exact amount that
Henry spent on Briana?

- Yup. I'll call Judge Shapiro
and get an arrest warrant

so we can bring Henry in
and bring back Briana.

- Yeah, about that,

I don't think Henry took her.

- What, you think someone

just happened to demand $47,589?

- These are the text messages
that Henry sent to Briana.

On the left, the ones
when it was all good.

On the right, the angry ones

when he was demanding
his money back.

Now, the words and
phrasing are the same,

but the way that they're
written is different.

Now, I called Sam Lindquist.

(scoffing) Yes, my theory rests

on a 17-year-old girl

with an attitude
problem, but still.

The extra letters,

it's called expressive
lengthening.

See, women at two times more
likely to do that than men.

On the left,

"Oh, my god, you're
so beautiful."

Right, "OMG, I can't
believe what you've done."

See, men spell that
out. Women, not so much.

Now next, two spaces after
the period on the left,

one on the right.

Now, if Henry didn't write
these angry text messages,

my question is, who did?

(scoffing)

- The only other person

who wanted the money

and who could access the
cash account to get it:

his wife. Gloria.

(whimpering)

- I love weddings.

I loved my wedding.

I love my husband.

And he loved me.

Until you seduced him.

(Briana whimpering)

You were smart to give
me the access codes.

I got what I wanted.

What I deserved.

And you...

You got a message to stay
away from my husband.

I got my life back.

So now...

(panicked whimpering)

you get yours back.

Come on, get up.

It's time to go.

(fighting grunts)

(clattering)

(fighting groans)

(glass breaking)

(breathing heavily)

(glass breaking)

(panting furiously)

I need a hand with something.

- Can it wait 'til
after the game, hun?

- I woke up at 5 a.m.,
cooked your breakfast,

made your bed and
washed your laundry.

And all the while,
you sat on your ass!

Now, I'm asking for help.

And no, it cannot wait
until after the game, hun!

- Okay, okay. I'll help.

What's gotten into you?

Is that blood?

(ominous music)

(sighing)

I don't understand.

W... What happened?!

- It's your floozy!
The pottery girl!

- Yeah, I know
who it is, Gloria!

Why is she here?

What the hell did you do?!

- I do what you fail to do.

I've got our
retirement money back!

- Oh, my god.

Is she dead?

- I was about to let her
go but she attacked me.

I defended myself!

- Do you realize the police
are looking for her?!

This is insane!
- Don't you dare, Henry!

You fell for this idiot
and gave her all our money!

You created this mess.

I just tried to clean it up!

You said you wanted
to save our marriage.

That's what you told
me, God and Dr. Meyer.

So, unless everything you said
in couples therapy was a lie,

you will help me.

Understand?!

- Help you how?

- We have to get
rid of the body!

(door creaking)

- It's okay.

- House is totally clear, buddy.
Nobody's here. It's just us.

(floor creaking)

- I used to hear that at night.

Above me, when she walked,
the floor was creaking.

It's like the house was alive.

- This room, does it
look familiar to you?

Keith, uh...

Do we have the right place?

- I didn't spend
much time up here.

Downstairs is
where we were kept.

- Hey.

You don't have to go down there.

- It's fine.

If it helps find Max.

(ominous music)

This is it.

This is it.

- Hey. You okay?

- I'm fine, I'm
fine. Trust me.

- You said you talked to
each other through a vent?

- Yeah, he was in
the next room over.

(sighing)

- There is no next room over.
His room was over there...

- Doesn't make any sense.

(door creaking)

Hey, what is it?

- I think I found Max.

(tense music)

- Police!

- Living room clear!

(distant officers shouting)
- Clear!

(tense music)

- Did you see their cellphones?
- No.

- Okay. Let's get
a tracer on them.

Whatever happened here,
hopefully they panicked

and forgot to toss them.
- Okay.

- Rachel and C are still
at the cabin, okay?

CSI is there.

If there is a lead to be
found, they will find it.

(cellphone vibrating)

- It's Mike.

Hey.
- It wasn't Henry.

It was his wife.

Or at least we think it was.

We got a track on
their cellphones.

- Loop me in and
send me the location.

I'll meet you there, okay?

- Hey, uh, the signal.

Did Jay's guy find it?

- Yeah, he did.

- Okay, great. Send me a
text message of the location

and we'll get a Tac
Team as soon as we can.

- That won't be necessary. I...

(sighing) Oh, Mike,
it was horrific.

- You gave me your word, Nik.

- I know...

- Your word.

- And part of me
wishes that I kept it.

- And the other part?

- Wishes that you
understood why I didn't.

(panting)
- This is insane.

- You want sane? Don't
cheat on your wife.

Okay, it's enough.

Now, go get her.

- We're never gonna
get away with this.

- Not if you don't
stop whining, we won't.

(gasping, muffled screaming)
- Oh! Oh!

Holy Mother of God, she's alive!

(gasping frantically)

(panicked breaths)
It's okay! You're okay!

Can you breathe?

(out of breath): I don't know...

Where am I?

No! No! Get away from me!

- Easy, I'm not gonna hurt you!

- Oh, dear God, shut up, Henry!

- We have to get
her to a hospital.

- So she can ID us to the
police? I don't think so.

- Just let me go! I'm not
gonna tell anybody, I promise!

- That ship has sailed, honey.

I know this is hard,
but at this point,

we're short on options.

Henry, step away from her.
- Wha... What are you gonna do?

- Move away from her, Henry.
- Gloria, you can't do this.

- I can and I will. Now move!

- I won't.
- Stop taking her side!

- I'm not taking her side!

(sobbing): I didn't
mean to hurt anybody!

- I can't believe after all
of this, you choose her?!

- I'm not choosing her!

- Then get away from her!

I won't ask a... (gunshot)

(gasping)

(scream of terror)

(Briana): Help!
Somebody help me!

- Hey, Jason. Uh, Henry
has been stationary

for the last 20 minutes. It
looks like he's on the corner

of Roscoe and Belden.

- On my way.
- Yeah, we'll see you there.

Hey, uh, when we meet Jason,

try not to bite his head off.

- They're gonna
blow Keith's case.

- Mike, it's an
impossible situation.

If I was Nikki, I
wouldn't have been able

to sit on the sidelines either.
- She doesn't see it.

Or she doesn't want
to. Neither of them do.

- Is that what this
is really about?

The case?

- What else would it be about?

(scoffing)

- Her and Jason being on one
side and you on the other?

Look, blended families are hard.

And no matter what, you know,
they could be doing nothing.

And it wouldn't make any
sense. There's gotta be times

that you feel like
you're the odd man out.

- No. Has nothing
to do with that.

And no, I don't.

- Saying you're never jealous?

- No.

- Nervous?
- No.

- Worried?
- Absolutely not.

- Okay. Then act like it.

That's Henry's car right there.

(suspenseful music)

- All right. Lead the way.

- If there's any friendly
fire, leave me out of it.

He's dead ahead.

Oh, God. It's Henry!

His pulse is weak.

He's lost a lot of
blood. (distant gunshot)

- All right, call 911 and meet
them by the road, all right?

Let's go.

(gunshot)
- Give up!

Because I won't!

(panting)

Honestly, I don't know
what Henry saw in you

other than a pretty face.

- I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

I love Trevor. He's
all I care about.

- Then you shouldn't
have led on my husband.

- I'm sorry!

- Oh, you will be.

- Gloria, put the gun down.

Drop the gun right now.

- Of course.

Treat me like the bad guy here.

I'm not the one selling
delusions and fantasies.

She destroyed my
marriage, my life!

I'm just returning the favour!

- I know you're angry,
I know you're upset,

and more than that, you're hurt.

And you feel betrayed by
somebody you care about.

I get it, I do.

But you can't let
Henry's failings turn you

into something
you're not: a killer.

(whispering): I shot him.

I shot Henry.

- We got to Henry,
okay? We're helping him.

Look, I'm putting the gun away.

All right? What happens next?

You shoot her, shoot my
partner and you shoot me?

Gloria, look at me.
Look at me. It's over.

It's over.

Give me the gun.

(panting)

Put the gun down.

No, no, no, no!
- Hey, hey, hey!

(Briana screaming) (gunshot)

- Come here. You're okay.

You're okay. Shh! You're okay.

You're okay. (Gloria sobbing)

You're all right. It's over.

Shh. I know, I know, I know.

I know, I know.
It's over. Come on.

- I thought I was doing
post-mortem on one victim.

- You were. Things have
changed since then.

And for the worse.

- You could've
called and told me.

Kind of like you would if you
agreed to have dinner with me

then didn't show up. Oh, wait.

- Yeah, well, about that...
- Look. I get it.

Sometimes I come on strong
and it can spook guys.

But you could've been honest
instead of stringing me along.

I'm an adult. I can handle it.

(stammering): I... I...

(sighing)
- Let's just get this done

and get this over with.

I've got a date in two hours.

Hey.
- Cadaver dog got a hit,

so we called up
the recovery team.

- That's just the
tip of the iceberg.

(sighing) We found
a few more sites

with soil disturbances,
so we rolled out

the ground-penetrating radar.

- How many bodies
have you found?

- Three...

So far.

(ominous music)

(indistinct radio chatter)

- What the hell happened?

(sighing)
- Cadaver dogs found

five more sets of human remains.

13 to 14-year-old males.

Initial exams show that they
were possibly malnourished.

Dental work is
practically non-existent.

- You think there were living in
the street like Jo Maxwell was?

- Yeah, I do.

- So, we got an M.O.:
someone who likes

to prey on homeless kids.

- And that someone,
a serial killer.

(sighing)
- Look, that room

with the scalpels and the IVs,

it appears as though each
of them were the subjects

of some sort of
surgical procedure.

It might've been the cause
of death. I don't know.

It's too soon to tell.

- C, bring the
bodies to the morgue

for Rachel to identify, okay?

- Yeah.
- I'll go with him.

We find out who they are
and inform the families.

- Thank you.

Hey.

I know that you don't
think I should be here.

- Yeah, Kemi thinks that
I'm jealous of you and Jay.

That I'm nervous and worried.

She thinks that's
the real reason

why I don't want you
working the case.

- Is that the real reason?

- She says that blended
families are hard.

And that it's only
natural that I feel like

the third wheel sometimes.

- Mike, if I have done anything
to make you feel that way...

- No, no, you haven't.

And Jay hasn't, and I don't.

- So, that's not why

you don't want us
working the case?

- Of course it is.

- That doesn't make any sense.

- She said that too.

Kemi is annoyingly perceptive.

But...

what does make sense,

the only thing that
makes perfect sense

is that you and Jay
do everything possible

to find the person
that took your son.

And nobody should keep
you from doing that.

Least of all, me.

(indistinct chatter)

(computer beeps)
- Hey, guys.

Wow, this is gonna
be hard. Um...

- No, no. I really
don't wanna see this.

- No, I get it, I get it.

Briana had a secret.

A part of her that she
didn't share with you.

It's easy to see that
as a deal-breaker

in a relationship.

But I think that if you
watch the rest of this video,

you will understand
why it's not.

(sighing)
- Okay.

(computer beeps)
- I have some news

that I wanted to share with you.

I met someone.

I'm in love!

His name is Trevor and um...

we're engaged.

Which does bring me to
the less happy news.

This is my last video.

But I just... I wanted to
thank you for everything.

And I really hope that
you all find someone

who makes you as happy
as Trevor makes me.

- You're a lucky man.

Now, go tell her that.

(reflective music)

(whispering): Yeah.

Thank you.
- Yeah.

Mm...

(door closing)

- That was sweet.

- For them, yes. For you,
I was hoping instructional.

I heard it didn't go
so well with Rachel.

Briana didn't tell
Trevor her truth

because she thought that she
would lose him if she did.

- And you think
she was an idiot?

- Total moron.

- Okay, so, I've
been a total moron.

- You're too
kind. On yourself.

- I stood you up for dinner,
I never explained why.

- Which was super lame.

- And then, I ghosted you.

- Dear God, can you
skip your greatest hits

and get to your apology already?

- I just, in the past,
when I've let people

get to know the real me,

it hasn't always worked
out and I just...

It's made me a little gun-shy.

(chuckling): What are you,

like a secret
fascist or something?

- No!

No, I... (sighing)

But there is something that
I need you to know about me.

- Let me guess. Um...

You don't go to
movies or concerts.

You get overstimulated.

- No.

Yes. Yes, but no.

That...

that's not what
I'm trying to say.

- Well, what then?

You can only order
takeout through an app

and drive-thrus
are tough for you?

I know about your
social anxiety.

- I'm a trans man.

And I just...

I didn't know if you knew.

Um... And...

Yeah, I hate drive-thrus
and fabric softeners

and um, contrary
to popular opinion,

I thought Game of Thrones
was overrated, so...

- Okay. I...

Yeah.

That is, uh... a problem.

- Yeah.

- But how do you feel
about House of the Dragon?

- Okay, well, um, I...

I don't know, I think House
of the Dragon is um...

(chuckling)

Well...
- You really are a moron.

- Hey.

All right. ME's office
identified the bodies

and none of them are Max.

The other six families
have been notified.

- So, Max is still out there

but we're no closer to finding
him or Keith's kidnapper.

- Maybe we are.

All these boys,

they were identified
that they lived

in different encampments.
They all come from

different cities, but I did find

one thing they had in common.

They all received
medical treatment

from a health clinic
called Cradle Mobile.

- You think that someone that
worked for that organization

may be who we're looking for?

- I don't know. Maybe.
But I got a list

of all the doctors who
worked the mobile cites

in the last seven years.

I got names, I got photos.

I really wanna show it to Keith.

(ominous music)

- You know, the
person is in there.

But if you don't
remember, it's okay.

- This her?

- That's her.

Beth Colt.

She's the monster that took me.

- You believe in
heaven, don't you, Max?

- I don't know.

- Heaven is a happy ending
for those who do noble deeds.

When you think
about it like that,

death isn't so scary.

- Please...

I just wanna go home.

- The Lord calls us
all home eventually.

Now, I want you
to get some sleep.

You've got a big day tomorrow.

Okay?

(breathing shakily)

(gasping) (heart
monitor beeping)

It's perfect.

Steady, strong.

Just like my Noah.

(chuckling)

Though... it would help if
you'd try to relax, dear.

- Please. I don't
understand why I'm here.

What do you... what
do you want from me?

- Oh, it's not
about what I want.

It's about what Noah needs.

My son. He's about your age.

- There's another boy here?

- He was asking about
you just this morning.

He called you his
guardian angel!

(woman laughs)

Would you like to meet him?

(breathing shakily)

He's... fragile now. Resting.

So you'll have to
keep your voice down.

Noah. Sweetheart,
are you awake?

I've brought you a visitor.

- What's wrong with him?
- His heart is broken.

He needs a new one.

But thanks to you,
today is his lucky day.

Bless you, child.

- Here's what we know. The
remains of six young men

were found at a
cabin in Hyde Park.

Joe Maxwell wasn't one of them.

CSI's still on site,
but we have to assume

that he's alive and
Beth Colt still has him.

- So everything
Colt told the clinic

that she volunteered
at was a lie.

The medical license, name,
address, all falsified.

- And the only thing that's real
on that screen is her photo,

which we ran through the AMA's
physician master file database.

Her real name is
Elizabeth Coulter.

She's a trauma surgeon.
NYU class of '04.

- Single mother, a
flourishing career

until her seven-year-old
son Noah was diagnosed

with Amyloidosis.

It's a disease that causes
multi-system organ failure.

She tried getting him on
every transplant list,

but he did not
qualify because...

- Because they don't
give a kidney to a kid

who'll need a lung
three months later.

It's... heartbreaking.
- And confusing.

Her son dies, she
goes off the grid,

she changes her ID and then just
starts killing other kids? Why?

- For a start, I don't
think her son is dead.

- Amylodoisis is incurable.

- I don't think he's cured,
I think he's not dead.

The autopsy results on the
bodies found at the cabin

show that all six died
of exsanguination,

and that's not even the
most upsetting part.

Uh, this is the
most upsetting part.

- Organ removal.

- Yeah, each victim had at
least one vital organ removed.

Heart, liver, kidney.

- So you're saying that
she's harvesting organs

from kidnapped kids
to keep her son alive?

- I'm not not saying that.

- Halothane is a
banned anesthetic.

- Banned, but not
out of circulation.

I know people who still use it.

Mob doctors, back
alley surgeons...

Halothane is more cost-effective
than the legal stuff,

so almost every bargain
basement bottom dweller uses it.

Although... I think
it's highly unlikely

that they're gonna offer up
their suppliers to a cop.

- How about to a patient?

- Mr. Jones. Glad
you came in today.

It says here you
want a nose job.

- Yeah, um, it's
obviously not cosmetic.

I have a deviated septum.
- Did you want to take care

of the hairline
while we're at it?

- What's wrong with my
hairline? My hairline's perfect.

- Maybe give the
cheekbones a boost.

We're currently doing
a two-for-one deal.

- On cheekbones? Huh...
People do one cheekbone?

- I'm just saying that I can
help you with whatever you need.

- Well, uh, clearly,
I need a lot,

so how much for the
two-for-one deal?

- It's a 650 deposit.
We take E-Pay.

There's a barcode on
the paperwork there,

it's standard stuff if you want
to take a moment to read...

- Alright, well, here's
what I'm gonna do instead.

I'm gonna, uh, read
you your rights.

I'm with the Philadelphia
Police Department.

You just earned yourself
10 to 24 months.

And I know you like a deal,
so I can knock that down

maybe 10 percent if you tell me
who your halothane supplier is.

You got 10 seconds, 10, 9...
- Fine.

But you didn't hear
any of this from me.

- Mm-mm.

(sighs)
- There's three local suppliers.

(dramatic music)
(door banging)

Police!, put up your hands.

Come on.Move.

Police, don't move.

Police. Lie on the ground.

Sit down.

(grunts)

- I need you to listen
to me very carefully,

'cause I'm only gonna
say this one time.

I'm not here as a cop,
I'm here as a father.

What you sold, you sold to
a woman who abducted my son.

Her name's Elizabeth Coulter.

I need to know where
I can find her,

and I need to know right now.

- Sad story.
- Is it?

- I wish I could help.
- You don't. Uh, but you will.

Maybe... Maybe you're
just camera shy.

- I know what you're thinking.

But a child is being
harvested for parts.

Jay is doing his best to
keep that from happening.

- Doing the wrong thing
for the right reasons

is still doing the wrong thing.

- Mike...
- But what I'm thinking is...

I don't really
have a better idea.

- It's the scumbag
in room three.

Coulter had him
send the halothane

to a shipping and receiving
warehouse in Callowhill.

- You have an address?

- I hate stakeouts.

You want to act, you
feel this urgency,

but all you can do is wait.

- I hate them for
another reason.

- Ken was a good dude.
- Great partner. My friend.

After he was killed...

those were some dark days.

- Not so dark too, on the couch.

- You were supposed to stay
over to help me grieve.

- Well, I did. Sex is a
way to cope with grief.

- Then we did a copious
amount of coping, then.

- Whatever happened
to that couch?

- I don't know.

It was a nice couch, though.

- Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

- There she is. The
woman who took Keith.

- I'll get closer,
get a positive ID.

You go around the back.

(door buzzing)

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, please, open this up.

(door buzzer sounding)

(truck honking)

(gasping)

Nikki!

(phone ringing)

Nikki!

(gasping)

- Hello, can you hear me?

Please. Please, wake up.

- Max?
- Yeah.

How did you know?

- My name is Nikki.
I'm a police officer.

I've been looking for you.
- She was just here.

She said she was
coming right back.

- Is she alone? Have
you seen anyone else?

(door opens)

- Good. You're awake.

- What are you doing?
- Just a mild sedative.

- Wait.
- It'll make you feel better.

- You don't have to do this.
Beth. I'm a police officer.

I know about your son.

That you want to save him,
right? But at what cost?

- I won't bury my child.

- Because of that, six other
mothers had to bury theirs.

I was almost number seven.
- Oh, my God.

- You held my son.

- Yours was the one that
got away. How poetic.

These transplants
require a lot of blood.

Your son was a steady supply.

- You had no right.

- I never took more
than he could handle.

Still, his was a noble deed.

But now here you
are, in his place,

ready to do the same.

Of course, open heart surgery
is much more extensive.

We'll likely have
to bleed you dry.

(muffled grunting)

- I don't care if the vice
president is in town, okay?

I don't care if
it's the president.

I don't care if it's the pope,

I don't care if it's the
ghost of Queen Elizabeth.

She needs a babysitter, she
can pay 20 dollars an hour

like everybody else.
One of ours is missing.

Forget the motorcade and
help us find her, please!

- Yeah, they're staring,
but they're not annoyed.

They're happy somebody's
screaming about it, and so am I.

- Halothane supplier,
what do you got? Anything?

- Look, just to be clear, to
find Nicole, no lanes, okay?

Anything goes.
- I got you. What do you got?

Come on.
- You got clamps, anesthesia,

CT scanner, surgical table,
dialysis machine, stirrups.

All sent to the
shipping address.

- Why hasn't the alert gone out?
- I asked them to wait.

- Well, what for?
- So I could be the one

to tell my kids that
their mother is missing.

- Jason, Jason. Please tell
them that we're going to do

everything that we possibly can.
And once that alert is issued,

I will see to it
that it's reissued

with regular updates, okay?
- Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Say that again.

- Tell Sid and Keith...
- No, no, regular updates.

- What about it?
- Yeah. Certain medical devices

have regular software
updates remotely.

- If one of the machines that
she has gets those updates,

we'll be able to track her
through her IP address.

Let's go. Let's go,
let's go, let's go.

Hey, Sid. Listen, I
need to talk to you

and your brother right now.

(door opens)

- Hey, Dad wants to talk to us.

- Okay. Knocking would be good.

- Dear diary, when
will the fuzz on my lip

turn into a real moustache?

I never saw you as
a journal keeper.

- We... learned to
do it in therapy.

It's part of the
healing process.

- Oh. Sorry.

Dad, you still there?

- Yeah, hey, uh, I gotta
tell you both something.

It's important.
- Dad, if this is about finding

the person that took me, I've been
reading about what happens next...

- No, no, Keith...
- No, I know.

I'll have to identify
her, testify against her.

When I escaped, I thought
I'd never have to be

in the same room as
her again, but...

- Hey, listen. It's
not about that,

it's about Mom. Something
happened to her.

- What? What happened to her?

- She was taken.

(alarm blaring)

- We need to focus
on getting out.

- No, we can't escape her.
- Of course we can.

You know, she took my son once.

She held him, just like you.

And he escaped.

You can do it too.

You have the same fight
in you, I can tell.

Now, um...

You see that IV in
your arm right there?

I'm gonna need you
to take it out.

- What if she comes back?

Maybe we should just
wait for the police.

- I don't think we
have time to wait.

Come on, Max, you can do this.

Grab the plastic tube
right there and pull.

Now, uh, give the
tube a firm yank.

(clattering)

That's okay. That's
what we want.

You see that surgical
table right there?

It has tools that you can
use to free yourself, Max.

How's your aim?
Ever play cornhole?

- With the beanbags?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Instead of a beanbag,

you have an IV bag.

Which you're gonna throw
onto that surgical table,

and then you're
gonna take the tube,

and then reel it over to you.

Take your time.

Yeah. Oh, that's perfect.

That's great. Just, uh...

Come on, reel it in.
Reel it in, yeah.

(clanging)

Can you reach the syringe?

There.

Good.

Now, here's what
I need you to do.

- Dialysis machines, they
get software updates.

- This is good, but to track it,

we need to know who
the manufacturer is.

- CMT incorporated, and we
already pulled the warrant.

- It's a map of
every CMT customer

who has a dialysis machine
in the greater metro area.

- Those are IP addresses
that CMT provided.

- How many addresses is this?
- 145.

- That's too many addresses,
we don't have time.

- We got a hit on the alert.

Colt's car was spotted in
the vicinity of Alden Park.

- Oh, yeah, that
area, I count... ten.

- Ten? Ten, we can
do. Ten's good.

- And to paraphrase
our fearless leader,

let's bring our baby back.
- But I want to come with you!

- Are you field trained?

- Captain Batista
gave me a chance,

trusted me when nobody else did.

I shot a gun once!

- Fine, let's go. Ride with me.

(suspenseful music)

(inaudible conversations)

- I want you to push the
needle halfway in, okay?

Not all the way. And
then, bend the tip

90 degrees counterclockwise.

You're gonna feel a
little resistance.

- I don't think it's working.

- Come on, just
keep trying, Max.

You got this, okay?
You can do this.

- It worked.
- Get your straps.

There you go. Now the
straps on your legs.

You're amazing.

Okay, now grab the
scalpel and cut my straps.

Come on. Come on, come on.

- She's coming.
- Wait. Stop, wait.

(footsteps approaching)

(door creaking)

Okay, go, go.

(panting) Oh...

Come on.

Allright.

Hey. We're gonna
get you out of here.

Come on.

Now...

Once you're out,
you're gonna run.

Go to a neighbour's
house, wherever you think

that it's safe, and
then... then call 911.

- You're not coming with me?

- There's another boy in
here that needs my help.

- Noah. Yeah, I saw him.

There's something
wrong with him.

- I know, I'm gonna get him,

and then we'll be
right behind you, okay?

You have to go. Come on.

Careful, careful. Shh.

(panting)

Noah.

I'm a police officer,
Noah. I'm here to help.

Noah, can you stand?

Noah? Can you talk?

Oh, my God.

- It's rude to enter
someone's room uninvited.

- She's not in
trouble, she was taken.

Yeah, this was such a bad idea.

- Where's Sidney?
- In her room, terrified.

Waiting by the
phone for an update.

- You gotta calm down, okay?

Nikki's gonna be alright.
- You don't know that.

Whatever happens to her
is gonna be my fault.

I never should've said anything.

- You couldn't have known
this was going to happen.

What you did was brave.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- 'Cause from
where I'm standing,

it looks pretty selfish.
- You tried to stop a woman

from killing more kids.
How is that selfish?

- This was about revenge.
- No. This is about justice.

Jason and Nikki
are gonna stop her.

They're gonna be heros.
You're gonna be a hero,

and that woman is gonna
get what she deserves.

- Maybe. Or maybe
someone I care about

is gonna end up dead.

- Another dead end,
what do you got?

- I just got off the
phone with Joe Maxwell.

Captain Batista
helped him escape.

He got to a convenience
store, he called 911.

- Wait, where's Nikki?

- He said she stayed
behind to help save Noah.

(phone ringing)

- I'm on my way,
Mike, almost there.

- We're rerouting all
the vehicles to you.

Ten minutes max.

- You said that when it
comes to finding Nikki,

anything goes.
Did you mean it?

- Yeah, I did. I do.

- Then I'm not
waiting for backup.

- Good. I can't lose her, Jay.

- My sweet, brave boy.

We're almost ready.

(clattering)
- Beth. He's dead.

You can't bring him back.

- I think we'd better
settle you down.

(Nikki grunting)

(muffled speech)

- Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, your son.

Before you put me
under, you should...

you should know
something about your son.

Come here.

It's clear, uh... he doesn't
get his looks from you.

(laughing)

(she closes the gas tank)

- On second thought, maybe
we don't need anesthesia.

(suspenseful music)

(gasping)

(screaming)

- Hey, hey, hey! Hands, hands.

Let me see your hands right now.

- Noah will die without
this transplant.

- Put down the knife.
No one has to die.

- Jay, Noah. Noah.

- No, don't you dare.

No. Don't. Don't, don't!
Don't go near him.

Don't go near my son!

(grunts)

- You're okay. You alright?

- Yeah, I'll be better
once I get out of here. Ow.

- Put some pressure there.
- Yeah.

- It's okay, honey. I
won't let them hurt you.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

- You're not gonna
let anybody hurt him?

What about my son?
What about my son?

- Jay.

- Down on the floor
right now, face down.

- Please.

- Get down on the
floor right now.

Get down on the floor right now.

- Please don't.
- Please don't?

I thought about what I'd do

in this moment for the
last six years of my life.

(Nikki): Jay!
- Do you understand? Six years.

- You don't want to do this.
- Six years,

there's been a bullet in this
gun with your name on it.

And that's what you deserve.
- I know how you feel, okay?

I feel it too, but
you... you can't do this.

- You understand me?
That's what you deserve.

- Jay, please. You don't
want to do this, baby.

(breathing heavily)
Think of Sidney.

- Six years.

(sighing)
- Please, Jay.

- My family deserves more.
- Thank you. Oh, God.

- Elizabeth Coulter,
you're under arrest

for attempted murder,
wrongful imprisonment,

and the kidnapping of
my son, Keith Grant.

(handcuffs clicking)

She can't see you.

I know that this is hard, but
if you can positively ID her,

that is critical evidence

that can be used
against her at trial.

- Trial? Won't I have
to testify against her?

She'll see me then.

- She will not touch
you ever again.

I promise, okay?

- How's Mom?

- She's alright. She lost
a little bit of blood,

so she's a little lightheaded.

It's normal, right?

15 stitches, but to
catch your kidnapper,

I promise you she would
say that it is worth it.

Okay? The question
is, did we catch her?

- Number two.
- Number two.

Number two, step forward.

Yeah?

- Yeah, that's her.

- I know who you are.

You're the one who got away.

- Come on, don't worry about it.

- She's right. Keith is
the one who got away.

- And Mom. Don't forget Mom.
- Yeah, don't forget Mom.

- Yes, Mom and Keith are
the ones who got away.

And while we mourn the loss
of the ones who didn't...

- To the ones who didn't.

- but we celebrate the
victory of the ones who did.

Look, I don't want
to sound corny,

but we can also raise a glass
to justice being served,

and to the bad guy,
or in this case,

bad girl being caught, and this
story ending happily ever after.

- Aww.
- That didn't sound corny.

That was a whole can of corn.

And I loved it. I loved it.
- Thanks.

- It was pretty good.
Pretty good, actually.

- Come on. (laughing)

(chuckling)

- I'm glad Oliver is here.

He's become a good
friend, hasn't he?

- He has. I... I definitely
couldn't have gotten

through this without him.
(Kemi chanting indistinctly)

- You should probably go
save him from Kemi, though.

Once she starts
rubbing those eggs,

there's no telling where
things may end. Go.

(Kemi chanting in Hausa)

(inaudible)

- I'm not nuts.

(chuckling)

Or psychic, but dumb and dumber,

I can sense in my sleep, so...

- No, no, no, keep going.

Hey, I believe you.
He's the heathen.

- Go, both of you,

before I curse you to speak
in tongues or something.

- You can do that?

She can do that?
- Out!

(chuckling)

(tense music)

- How weird is this?

When she was rubbing the egg,
I actually felt something.

- Like what? Like...

Like maybe it's not over?

- More like she could
see what I was thinking.

- You should be
thinking it's not over.

I'm gonna have to testify
against her in open court.

- I know you're scared of that.

- You're the only
one who knows why.

- Which is why I'll be with
you every step of the way.

You hear me? Every step.

Bro, this is a great day.

You should be flying
high right now.

Look around. You've got
everything you could ever want.

This house, this family.

A super hot sister.
- You did not just say that.

(laughing)

- I wish I was in
your shoes, man.

You're set for life.

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

(car approaching)

(tires screeching)

(grunts)

- I warned you not
to tell anyone.

I told you what would
happen if you did!

- Hey, you hear that?
- Yeah. Where's Keith?

- You will never
get away from me.

(grunting)

- Keith?

(handle clicking)

- Dad!

- Hey!
- Dad! Dad!

- Hey! Hey!
- Dad! Dad!

Dad!

(screaming)
- Keith! Baby!

Yes, yes. Black mini
SUV, Pennsylvania plates.

- Hey. First three digits,
Whiskey, Delta, Seven.

That's all I got.
- You got that? Yes.

Good, good. I need the alert
to go out ASAP. Thanks, Sam.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we'll let you know.

(breathing heavily)

I can't do this again,
Jay. I won't make it.

- You're not gonna have
to do anything again.

I'm here, you're not alone.

We're in this together,
we're gonna find him.

I promise, we're gonna find him.

- We hit every
house on the block.

Nobody saw anything.

- Hey, I'm pulling as much

security cam footage as I can.

- Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa...
- What do you got?

- What is it?
- I got into Keith's phone,

and there are texts on a
messaging app. I think...

I think whoever took him
had been contacting him.

- "You run away from me, tell
anyone about me, I'll kill you."

- And from the metadata,

the harassment started
over a month ago.

- Why didn't Keith say anything?

- Sidney, did you know
anything about this?

- No, I swear.
- How could I have not noticed?

- Hey, hey, hey. Do not beat
yourself up about this, okay?

Hey, you were with him
every step of the way,

and he felt that, okay?
He was probably just

too scared to say anything.
- Wait a minute.

Lightning does not strike twice.

Keith gets picked up again,

right on the same day that
we get Elizabeth Coulter?

Cannot be a coincidence.

- You think she has
something to do with this.

- Look at these messages, she's
making good on her threat.

- Alright. There's only one
way to find out, come on.

(tense music)

- Where is he?

- I could ask you
the same thing.

- Noah's safe.
- He's very sick.

He requires a clean and
sterile environment.

He's susceptible to infection.
- Noah is fine.

You can see him as soon as you
can tell us where our son is.

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

- You have an accomplice?
Did you pay somebody?

- To do what?
- You knew that Keith

was going to testify against
you, so you handled it.

- We know that you have been
threatening him ever since he escaped.

- I don't know
anyone named Keith.

- That's Keith.

That's the boy that you took.

- I have never seen that
boy before in my life.

Okay, I answered your questions.
Can I see my son now, please?

- No, no. No, you can't.

- You told me I
could see my son!

- She is lying, okay?

If she admits to taking Keith,

then that could be used
against her at trial.

- Look, that is way too
calculated for somebody

who thinks her
dead son is alive.

- Whoa. She's lying, or Keith's
lying. What are you saying?

- What I'm saying is there's
a few inconsistencies.

Keith doesn't exactly fit the
profile of Beth's usual victims.

Okay, he wasn't homeless...

- He's walking around late
at night, he's soaking wet!

She sees a target of
opportunity and she takes it!

- Okay, but Keith was ransomed.

- So she realized
she made a mistake!

- What, six years
after the fact?

That doesn't make sense.
- Easy. What about Max?

Okay, the cabin in the woods.

Everything that Keith has said
has panned out exactly as he said.

- I know, okay? I just...

Look, the security footage
in your neighborhood

gave us nothing. The
alert didn't either.

And there are literally
hundreds of black SUVs

with plates that start
with those three digits.

(phone ringing) Okay,
we have no leads.

So if we want Keith back safely,

we have to consider other
angles. That's all I'm saying.

- Hold on, it's
Sidney. Hey, baby.

- I think I may have found
something that can help with Keith.

- Hold on, let me
put you on speaker.

- So I went through his room,

and I know that maybe I
shouldn't have, but...

he keeps a journal for therapy,
and he mentions the woman.

The one sending threatening
messages to him,

and she's stalking him
too, and apparently,

she came to the house once.

- Did he write down her name?

Any kind of ID?

- No, he just calls her E.H.

- I wonder how many black SUVs

with the plates that
start with W-D-7

are registered in
those initials.

- Her name is Evelyn Hadley,

and she has a criminal
record a mile long.

Petty theft. Robbery.
Possession. Assault.

- What does she
want with our son?

- Well, her car is
registered to 47 Lamont Ave,

so I say we go ask her.

(intense music)

- You're okay, baby.
Hey, you're okay.

- You have to go. You
have to go, she could...

- Where is she?
Hey, don't worry.

- I mean it! Please, just go!

- What are you
doing in my house?

- Hey! Don't move, hands up.
- Get away from my son.

- Please don't make
this difficult.

- Your son? (scoffing)

- Tell them, Lucas.

Tell these nice people you've
been lying to them the whole time.

(dramatic music)

Can't do it, can you?

Even now, you can't man
up and tell the truth.

- Mom, just let them go.

- I'm sorry, what
did you just say?

Did you just call her "Mom"?
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Look, I swear, I didn't
want to hurt you guys.

She saw you on the
news last year.

That program about missing kids.

Keith was one of them,
and she saw how much

I looked like him and how
desperate you guys were.

She thought maybe she
could make some money.

I didn't want to, I promise. I
tried to tell her that and she...

- Don't act like such a victim.

It's not like I put
a gun to your head.

- I studied you for her, at
first, but the more I read,

the more perfect
your family seemed.

I started to imagine what it would
be like to be a part of that.

- You came into our
house, you lied to us.

You lied to our daughter.
- Sidney was right, she knew.

- I know I have no right to
ask for forgiveness, I just...

I wanted what he had.

A real home.

- Put the gun down!

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Put the gun down!
- He's my son, okay!

Not yours! Mine!

- Okay, uh, clearly,
we missed something.

- What is she talking about?

- His name is Lucas,
he's an imposter.

- He's a pain in
everyone's backside,

so unless you're planning
on locking him up,

I'd ask that you leave my house.
- Hey, just relax, okay?

Everybody put the gun
down, we can talk about it.

- What you did,
you gave us hope.

- I thought about that, that
it would make you happy.

- No, no, no. We
wanted our son back.

- And I want mine. And
now that I got him,

I think we're done here.

- You ransomed us, you sent him

texts threatening him,

and now, we have
reason to believe

that you've been
physically abusing him.

- You're going to jail, Evelyn,
there's no way around that.

- Don't do this. Don't make
it harder than it has to be.

(scoffs)
- That's rich coming from you.

None of this would be happening

if you hadn't pretended
to be their son!

- I know, it was my
fault, not theirs!

They're good people!
They made me happy!

- Don't make it sound like they're
good people, and I'm the crazy one!

- Mom, I am begging you!

(gunshot)

- On the ground, on the
ground. Hands behind your back.

- EMTs! EMTs now,
please! Hey, baby.

- Okay, look at me.

- You need to focus.

- Hey, hey. Stay with me.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Sorry for nothing, baby.

(crying)

- I got the pressure.
(indistinct chatter)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Hold on.

(soft eerie music)

(sirens blaring)

- This can't be happening.
It doesn't make any sense.

- Not to me. Max, the cabin...

How could he have known?
- Yeah, about that.

I just sent somebody to check
on Max to get a statement.

He confirms there was another
boy with him at the cabin,

but his name wasn't Keith.

It was Oliver.

- Everything that Lucas said
about what Beth did was true.

Except she didn't do it to him.

She did it to me.

I was... a human blood bag.

For two years.

And so, when I saw a
chance to escape, I did.

Except I left Max behind.

- Why didn't you go to the cops?

- I don't know.

I should've, but the
guilt was overwhelming.

And the longer I waited,

the harder it was for
me to come forward.

- But Lucas offered you
a way to make it right.

- Yeah.

I needed a second chance,

and... he needed his case
closed so you'd stop digging.

- But how did Lucas ID Beth
Coulter? He'd never seen her.

- And I can never forget her.

So I found a photo
of her online.

- Okay, that's your story,
but what about Keith's?

Okay, Lucas knew everything
that Keith would know.

Nicole's blueberry pancakes,
Jason's good luck bracelet.

- Those were all details
he'd found in interviews.

He had newspaper articles
going back years.

(Kemi): What about the DNA test?

- Nikki thought she was
testing Keith's baby hair,

but Lucas had replaced
it with his own.

(Mike): What about
the scar on his arm?

(sizzling)

(breathing heavily)

He actually burned himself
with boiling water?

- Yeah.

He did anything he could...

to escape the life he
had. You would too.

Keith's life was a fantasy.

At least he got to live
it for a few months.

- We should've known.

- Hope is a very
powerful thing, Nik.

- We're police officers, Jay.

I'm the head of the
Missing Persons Unit.

- We're also parents.

We're parents who
wanted our kid back.

We saw what we wanted to see.

- What do we do now?

- I don't know. I guess
the only thing we can do.

Grieve.

(soft music)

- They say that when you
lose someone you love,

that you also lose
a piece of yourself.

That our soul fractures.

And when tragedy happens,
our soul flees from us.

Hiding as a way to protect
itself from the pain.

I call this soul loss.

- They're dredging the lake.

Whatever they may find, at least
you know what happened that night.

- And you know it
wasn't your fault.

- Look at that...
a silver lining.

- Pieces of our soul get stuck dwelling
in the past, unable to move forward.

But a fact about
our physical world

is that matter can neither
be created or destroyed.

- You know, you're not
supposed to drink alone.

(Kemi): This is the same
for our spiritual world.

No matter what, you
cannot lose your soul.

(chuckling)

- Thank you.
- For what?

- Letting me stay on
the grieving couch.

- Yeah, it's... it's like
d�j� vu all over again.

- I mean it. Thank you, Nik. I
didn't want to do this alone.

- Yeah, neither did I.

I love you.

- I love you too.

Thanks.

- Thank you.

(Kemi): Grief is the
act of soul retrieval.

And if we commit ourselves to
it, the soul will, in time,

return to its intact state.

And that's why we're here today.

To retrieve our collective soul.

And to celebrate the life
of that beautiful boy

that we all miss so much.

Keith was a light
to all who knew him.

And in death, his light
continues to shine.

So, the journey of the last
year has not been easy.

(chuckling) Child,
it has not been easy.

But um, in the end,

there was forgiveness for
those of us who needed

to let down our burdens.

Answers where there had
only been questions.

And though they may not have
been the answers that we wanted,

we are grateful all the same.

With every end,

we mark a new beginning.

(laughing)

- That was the moment I knew
we had a drummer on our hands.

Edwina was never the same.

- Edwina. I had to wear
earplugs in the house

for six months
straight after that.

- Yeah, his Nickelback
phase was always torture.

(glass shattering)

(laughing)

(Jay): You're a drummer!

Finish the gig!?
Finish the gig!

Yes! And the crowd
goes wild! Yes!

Keith is the greatest
drummer in the world!

- That was amazing.

And healing.

- Yeah, whoever thought
our mental health

would be almost
entirely dependents

on our concierge Shaman who
does the occasional egg reading?

- And lime bath.

- And candle wax interpreter.

- Okay, that is my cue to
go. You're welcome, friends.

- Yeah, I'll come with you.

Unless you're
planning to apparate.

- I should probably go
to. It's been a minute,

but I think I know
where my apartment is.

- That was awesome. Ugh, I'm
so glad that we did that.

(sighs)

- Oh, um, I gotta handle
something real quick.

I'll meet up with you
guys in a bit. Okay?

- Alright.
- Thank you.

- Okay, bye.

(grunting)

(knocking)

- You forget something?
- Nope.

- The hide-a-key?
- It's a housewarming gift

for the man of the house.

- You know you don't
have to do that, right?

- I know. I figured
I should, though.

- You know, if
you ever get lost,

you always got a place
to stay. The couch.

- Got it. Thank you, brother.

- My man.

- Talk to you soon.
- Yeah.

- Alright.

(soft music)

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