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Come on, guys, move it, move it.

The bus waits for no one.

Come on. Come on.

Kayla, that means you.

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

-You too. -Let's go, guys.

Mom would never have done this.

You're right--

your mom would have the good sense not to volunteer,

but, unlike her, I'm a sucker for punishment.

Butt on bus. Now.

Come on. Let's sit by Jordan.

Shh! My dad, he's so annoying!

Come on, sit down, kids.

You need a raise.

Yes, I do.

Here we go--

field trip to the Wagner Institute.

Dad, what are you doing? Grace is sitting here!

Okay.

Okay, here we go.

Hey, Jordan...

pass that to Kayla for me.

-Kayla? -Huh?

Here's your water.

I don't need water.

Stop hovering.

Put your phone down

-and stay put. -What's wrong?

Hey!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Ah!

Why? Why?

Hey.

You just wake up?

No, no. I've been up for hours.

Worked out, had a... smoothie.

Fantastic.

The house is looking, uh, nice.

Coming together-- new house.

You like?

Looks great.

I-I do, I like, I just have one question--

you let him hang a baseball bat on the wall?

That bat was used by J-Roll to hit a game-tying triple

against the Cincinnati Reds, all right?

Watch your mouth.

Hi, Mike.

I don't care what it is.

You made me keep all my sports stuff in the garage.

Your "sports stuff"

was dirty sneakers and a skateboard.

Yeah, I'm staying out of this.

Hi, Mom and Dad.

Hey, hey!

Hi, baby.

What are you doing? You just wake up?

I don't have class until 11,

and can you remind me again

why we have to do this at the crack of dawn?

Mom's idea.

Is that mascara? You still have mascara on?

And whose t-shirt is that?

Yeah, it's not your t-shirt.

Uh, I know this, 'cause you don't go to Penn.

Who goes to Penn?

It's Penn State, Dad,

and stop detective-ing me, both of you!

Sid, I love you more than anything on the planet,

but I need you to know something--

college guys are like piranha--

only piranha

want food,

and college guys, they want--

-Jason-- -Dad!

Well, I'm just-- just saying, Sid.

Uh, truth is,

-you are the most amazing girl-- -Dad!

...on the planet, so, everybody should respect you,

but I don't know--

beer pong and things like that,

gets outta hand, all right?

Gets out of hand and--

Uh-huh.

Blame it on the beer pong.

That's the plumber. Just got her. She's great.

Both of you, just promise me you're using protection.

Okay! Goodbye!

Love you, Sid, very much.

I love you. I gotta go.

-Hollis Braun. -Yes.

Great to meet you. I'll be taking over

the division-- Homicide, Major Crimes, MPU--

and, uh, disregard the mustache.

I lost a bet.

No, it's very, um... "Commissioner Gordon."

My inner eight-year-old thanks you.

You're welcome.

Well, I'm sure Bill Houston filled you in,

but he took an arms-length approach.

So I hear--

MPU's closure rate is excellent, truly stellar.

Oh, thank you.

But the Jason Grant situation--

I know, you two have history,

but he's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Shooting at parked cars?

Turning the video off in interrogation?

Detective Grant is also the best cop in Philly.

My team-- all of us--

we focus on getting the job done.

You wanna explain how eggs play into that?

One of my people is a shaman.

And one of my dogs

likes to eats his own crap, if I let him,

but I don't, because I know better.

The thing is...

you tick all my boxes, Nikki--

-Right. -...and I have many,

so if you're not quite in control of your team,

don't worry, we'll get you there.

I'm a world-class expert in making problems go away,

except for this damn mustache.

Enjoy the new offices.

Thank you.

-I didn't say that! -Wow. Wow!

I-I-- I just cannot believe

you let him put us in headquarters.

Yeah, well, I didn't have a choice.

He wants to keep an eye on us.

You, especially.

Hmm.

This is it.

Oh...kay.

Uh-huh.

Wow.

Well, this makes Sidney's dorm room look tidy--

that's good.

It's a nice view.

I think.

We are gonna need some serious sage

up in this joint.

Yeah, I think that's off the table.

Pick it up.

MPU. This is Mike Sherman.

Wait. Whoa-whoa-whoa! Hey, hey. You gotta slow down.

What is it?

Yeah, yeah. We'll get right on it.

That was the Transit Authority.

Apparently, a city bus just disappeared.

'Sup, bro?

They just reviewed the footage

at Transit Authority headquarters.

The traffic cam on the other side

saw the bus enter,

but, according to this one,

it never came out.

Never came out?

Just ten tons of bus,

just poof-- just disappeared?

We got a David Copperfield situation here?

How many passengers?

According to the real-time service info, 27.

Well, don't these buses have transponders?

Either it's malfunctioned or... off.

Or something.

Hey! Let's get a perimeter set up--

hundred yards out, on each side of the tunnel.

I need you to canvas those buildings,

get me boots on the ground on the other side. All right?

Hey, Mike!

Yeah?

What do you got?

I think somebody was up here with climbing boots.

We should look at that camera.

Now, when you say we, you mean--

You. You.

Yeah, no, I figured that. I'm not climbing that damn pole!

You're not? Well, I'm certainly not.

I have a bad back. You know that.

Bad back, my ass.

All right. Give me a boost.

-A boost? -Yeah, a boost.

'Scuse me! You-- young back--

help the Sergeant up here up the pole, please.

-Yes, sir. -Thank you.

But if I fall, Nikki's gonna kill you.

She's killed me for less.

Wow! Very impressive.

We should back up--

in case he falls, I don't want you to get injured.

Yo! Somebody hijacked the feed.

That bus didn't disappear. It was taken.

Hey, Jay! Take a look over there!

Hey. Hey!

You okay?

Hey, talk to me.

Help me.

I'm gonna help you. What happened? What happened?

My daughter, she's on the bus.

Any sign of the bus?

Okay. So whoever took Bus 447

knew the placement of the CCTVs.

If they had gone straight down 5th Street,

this one would have picked them up.

Um, turned east, this one would have seen them.

My best guess is that they went west, here.

Okay, so all they had to do

was avoid a couple blocks of cameras--

And disappear into a city with 1,300 identical buses.

But why would anyone want to kidnap a city bus?

We're not gonna know until we figure out who's on that bus,

other than those kids.

When you swipe your transit card,

the bus transmits the information

to the Transit Authority.

I mean, if we got authorization to access--

No, that'll be too long.

Well, not if we go the nuclear option.

Hiya.

Hi.

I don't have time for this.

No, I-I don't either.

That's why I need your, um, your login credentials.

Hell, no. You gotta run that through my supervisor.

You know what I hate more than anything?

Red tape.

Okay. So we can sit here for the next couple hours,

I can call my boss, who's gonna call your boss,

who can't find her boss,

because she's playing pickleball, or whatever, or...

we can act like men and help these passengers--

you and I.

Uh, there's kids on the bus.

Don't make me shoot you. Come on!

Come on. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

I'm ex-military.

It was just automatic.

If I'd have stayed in my damn seat,

I'd still be with her.

I'd have done exactly what you did.

We lost her mom last year.

Cancer.

Kayla's been through so much and I've been trying, but--

Do you remember anything

about the man who took the bus?

He, uh, had a hat...

a gator.

He's White,

and, uh, I don't know, maybe 40s.

Okay. That's something.

Hey--

...please, please, just-- just help me find my kid.

She's been pushing me, and pushing me away,

and there's just so much that I should've said,

but I was hurting, too.

You know, and, uh...

sh-she's a great girl, Captain Batista.

Just...

All right, young lady.

You go ahead.

What'd you wish for, little bunny?

I wished to get Mom back.

We're gonna find her, Mr. Barosso.

'Kay.

It's what we do.

So sorry.

Uh, Jason got a password. I'm in.

So these are all the kids,

and these are all the passengers

that swiped transit key cards.

Look, the cash payment-- that's probably our guy.

Yeah.

Uh, we got all the numbers for all of the passengers

who registered their key cards with transit accounts,

but all the numbers go to voicemail.

They either turned the phone off

or they're using blockers.

So we can't track the bus or the passengers.

Issue the alert.

I have 50 officers out there looking for a bus.

Please tell me you've got something.

Okay, based on a fast records check,

there's no obvious kidnap motive--

no restraining orders, no pending lawsuits--

just people trying to live their lives.

Well, if it is a ransom play,

then the Transit Authority and City Hall

would hear from the kidnappers.

I don't want to wait.

We got something.

Someone spotted one of those kids

at Washington Square.

Full team to Washington Square, go!

My little boy was on that bus!

Please, my daughter's only 11!

It was just a field trip! How do you lose a bus?

Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen.

Captain Batista will do everything possible

to bring your children and loved ones home.

Our officers will take your contact information.

The best way to help right now is to go home.

Ay no. Yo no voy pa'casa.

Yo tampoco.

No.

No one wants to go through this alone.

We can set up a room...

can't we, Inspector?

I'll see what we can do.

Officer, you can--

please, one at a time.

Hey, Baxter.

I'm glad we found you in Washington Square.

We're trying to find your friends,

so I guess it's a good thing you skipped the field trip.

I mean, it's only to the Wagner Institute.

I've already seen the fossils, like, five times, so I--

I get it. It's okay.

Hey, do any of your friends have smartphones?

Pretty much all of them, but--

Well, you know, the reason why I'm asking

is because we are looking for any communications

that may help us find your friends.

Are they gonna be okay?

I hope so.

That's why we're looking to identify

the person who did this, and, so far,

it looks like none of your friends

have posted photos from the bus,

but maybe you got a text?

A post?

You know, my-my son Keith,

he used to be a handful.

He was a smart kid, but, ooh,

the stuff he got up to--

I used to tell him

that I wouldn't be upset with him

if he made a mistake,

and I'd be really happy if he told the truth.

I'm sure your mom feels the same way.

Well, according to the boy who skipped the field trip,

we need to check a "Finstagram."

Okay, Gramama, uh, everyone just calls it "Finsta,"

short for "fake Instagram." Okay?

Um, so, lot of kids create these pages,

uh, with different handles

so that their parents can't see what they're up to.

Ah-hah! You think Sidney has one of those?

I don't know, but Kayla Barosso does--

that's the daughter of the man who got pushed off the bus.

It's {sexyinpinnk.

"Pink" with two "N"s.

Is she 12 years old? "Sexy in Pink"?

I tell you what-- we find her,

you can give her a lecture.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. She posted this morning.

Okay, all I see is the kids.

None of them are our cash-paying bus-napper.

So it's a dead end?

I mean, if we could access the "live" version of the photo,

we could see more, but...

to do that, we'd have to hack the cloud.

Hmm.

No. Uh, none of my guys are comfortable with that,

so, no.

12 kids, Jay.

Okay, I got, uh, one-- maybe one option.

Black-hat or white-hat?

Grayish.

Uh, brilliant,

uh, a little unpredictable, maybe--

uh, Wayne.

Oh, the hacker you worked with in Afghanistan?

That's great. Bring him in.

Okay.

Are you outta your mind?

I come in peace.

Wonderful. You can leave the same way.

Wayne, I know that I let you down.

I know that I let you down.

Okay? But this-- this is urgent.

So was showing up to my sentencing hearing

six months ago!

Okay, in my defense,

I had a lot going on.

You knew the situation with Keith.

No, I knew that, after hacking you

into every phone and computer in Afghanistan,

you didn't so much as text me back.

I suck. I know. I suck. Okay?

What "sucks"

is being stuck in a motel room with an ankle monitor

that is giving me freakin' eczema!

That does suck.

Yeah.

I've had-- I've had no phone, no computer, no Internet.

I've had nothing except for the Cartoon Channel

and a view of an insane paint job

and a dead tree.

Do you have any idea what that does to a person?

Oh, come on. It's not that bad.

I mean, you made it four nights in a cave

with half the Taliban looking for you.

Yeah, except there's a difference.

I had you--

-Yeah. -Mm-hmm.

You were telling me Dad jokes

and doing your Eminem impression--

Mm-hmm.

...Which, by the way...

it sucks. -No, it doesn't!

It does.

I'm sorry to tell ya.

It's good to see you.

And I m-- I may have a way to get you out of this place,

uh, temporarily.

Did our ex-bosses send you,

or you come up with this yourself?

Uh, the Philadelphia Police Department.

There's a busload of missing kids,

and, um, we need... you.

Do I get a computer?

Absolutely.

Right.

All right.

Uh, so Jay's little military buddy

got a year house arrest

for hacking the Russian Consulate,

so can you remind me how this is a good idea?

They worked for the same military contractor.

Jay trusts him--

...her.

Heard y'all need some cloud hacking?

Wayne Pascal, this is Captain Batista.

Ah! The ex.

You never mentioned Wayne was a woman.

My parents have a sense of humor.

She's got a great sense of humor, too, so, you guys

- are gonna get along great. - Mm-hmm.

Okay, well, we have a desk set up for you,

right over here.

Um, actually, I'm gonna take the bar.

Um, if you just want to drop that over there--

you had some primo stuff in that evidence locker, so.

Right.

Yeah.

Please.

City Hall just received a ransom demand,

and we have four hours to release John Maritz,

currently being held in the detention center.

John Maritz--

um, he's a jerk.

Um, he helps rich folks do away with their problems.

Yeah, till he pissed a couple of 'em off.

He got 16 years for wire-tapping and racketeering.

What's the ask?

If we don't release him in the next four hours,

they start killing passengers.

Captain Batista says you people are the best.

Now's the time to prove it.

No. The bus hasn't been located yet,

but we are doing everything that we can--

I know my husband-- he's gonna try and be a hero,

but he's not.

You're Mr. Cobi's wife, the bus driver, is that right?

-Please, just find him. -Why did they do this?

Why did they take our kids?

Ladies and gentlemen, MPU is doing everything we can.

This is my Grace.

Please know that, right now,

we believe that your kids are safe.

How do you know that?

There's been a ransom demand.

What? Ransom? I can't afford a ransom.

Wait!

It may not sound like good news,

but as long as the kidnappers are negotiating,

-there's hope. -Who did this?

Folks, I'm sorry,

but sharing details could compromise--

Is the City gonna agree to their demands?

Mr. Barosso, it's a process.

She is my daughter!

I know, look, I've been in your shoes.

My son, Keith--

he was taken.

We never got him back.

That is why I joined the MPU--

to make sure that no other parent

has to go through that.

So I hear you. I do.

I know how you feel,

and I'm not gonna say that this is going to be easy--

every minute will feel like a year--

but we will get your children back!

Every single one of them.

Listen.

You gotta take it easy

now that Braun is breathing down Nikki's neck.

Easy?

I mean, "easy" is my middle name.

Since when?

Are you saying that's on me?

Well, it's not not on you.

Heads up.

John Maritz.

Look how the mighty have fallen.

Aw, it's not so bad.

Lost a few pounds, caught up on my reading.

It's kind of relaxing,

not dealing with other people's problems.

"People."

I heard the best people used to have you on speed dial.

I don't fix-and-tell.

That's very noble.

How can we help you gentlemen?

Well, we were wondering if your client

had a particularly creative way

of fixing his incarceration problem.

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

Uh-huh. 'Kay.

Uh, there was a kidnapping today--

28 people, and 12 of them are just little kids.

I assume you're talking about the missing bus.

That's your problem, not my client's.

Well, the hijackers are demanding

his immediate release, so...

I would say it's very much his problem.

Okay. Uh, John, look.

We know your accounts are frozen,

but we figured you probably found a workaround,

so just tell us, and we'll get out of here.

Who'd you pay?

I didn't pay anyone.

Okay, then who did?

You know, you're the detective.

Why don't you tell me?

Oh, wait. Jason Grant, right?

All temper, no finesse?

Apparently couldn't even get his own son back.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Jay, Jay. Easy, easy, easy.

I think we're done here.

Yeah, we're done here.

Not bad.

What in the garbage dump of hell

are they teaching kids these days?

Did you get into Kayla's account?

No, not yet, but it should take maybe 30 seconds,

because, apparently, no one told your girl

about two-factor authentication.

You're gonna hack her password?

Oh, hell, no.

Let's see.

Uh, "first pet's name"--

Well, this is the Insta account her parents know about.

Mm-hmm.

"Missing my Daisy"-- crying face, heart emoji.

"Daisy."

Nice. Mother's maiden...

So, um, what exactly did you and Jason get up to

in Afghanistan?

The usual.

Did he tell you about the time we kidnapped a camel?

No, he didn't.

He seems to have left out a number of things.

Well, Jay is like a book with half the pages torn out,

and we put up with him,

because, whatever's on those pages,

he's got the biggest heart in the world.

Oh! Old people, bingo!

This has gotta be the grandparents.

Checking metadata...

latitude, longitude...

Hey, babe?

Who owns the house at 354 Ardmore Lane?

Um...

Linda and Mason Hill,

and for the love of God, do not call me babe.

Thanks, babe.

You got it, babe.

All right, yeah, Hill.

He seriously didn't tell you about the camel?

No, he didn't.

Interesting.

Not really.

Okay, one more. Um... name of her elementary school.

Uh... "Hayward."

All right. We are in.

Live photos. Knock yourself out.

And... there!

Mm. Not enough to I.D. him.

-Great. -Yeah. I got you.

Fast.

No, a beach.

No... a forest.

A forest.

No, no, a beach.

A beach.

Okay. No, wait. A river.

Okay.

I'm fairly certain

you're in a park.

Hello.

Honestly, thank you. You saved me.

This is...

From what?

Rachel thinks that the Coroner's Office

is spiking my anxiety,

so I'm-I'm trying meditation.

Okay...

But this app is asking me to "locate my happy place."

Okay, is it possible that you're missing the point?

No, the point is, unless there's an emergency,

I'm committed to 15 minutes a day, so, goodbye.

Well...

Is this the kidnapper from the bus?

Yeah. And we need you to I.D. him.

Bingo-boingo! We got an emergency! Let's go!

Why'd they take our phones?

So we couldn't call the cops...

but they must know by now.

We just have to stay calm.

I want my dad.

I don't even know if he's alive.

Don't even think that, Kay.

He pushed him off the bus!

I'm stuck with a bunch of kids.

What the hell is taking so long?

Please, just let us go!

You, little girl, shut your mouth!

Okay, we're on our way.

Blow through this stop sign! Now!

Next one-- the next one's on you.

All right, so C's working his magic

on a facial composite.

Philadelphia Transit Authority says

they can't stop all the buses.

I tried.

I really tried.

You okay?

If the city won't release Maritz,

I have to tell those parents that, in three hours,

one of their kids may die,

and on top of that,

Braun has read your file in detail.

Look, Nik, if you want me to fall on my sword,

I will.

No. We are who we are.

It's why we're good.

He's smart, he'll figure it out.

But why is she still here?

Oh, um...

I, um, I dropped an earbud

in, um, in Maritz's lawyer's briefcase,

and she's tracking it.

Why?

'Cause I don't think Maritz was able to do this

from the inside,

and I got a sneaky suspicion that, uh,

his lawyer is in contact with whoever did.

How does an earbud help?

Maybe you don't want to know.

Oh, there's another thing you're keeping from me.

Come on, Nik.

Why is it you never mentioned that Wayne was a woman?

I mean, not that it's any of my business anymore, but...

Um...

okay, um,

when you, um, when you called me

and, uh, told me that...

Keith was missing,

I was 8,000 miles away

from anybody that mattered to me,

um, and I, um, I lost my mind, Nik.

I couldn't-- I couldn't talk,

I couldn't move.

I couldn't-- I couldn't do anything.

Wayne said she didn't want me to travel home alone,

so she flew all the way to Philly with me--

18 hours, then...

went right back on a plane to Bagram.

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

Okay, I-I just-- I didn't know how you'd react.

But I owe her, uh...

big time.

Where is he taking us?

We are trying, but if they don't release him,

I have a busload of kids who--

Yeah.

Yeah, keep me posted.

What's up?

Uh, the Inspector says

that the city doesn't want to release Maritz.

All right, then we have a little more than two hours

to find those kids.

I have this voice in my head that keeps saying

that we always figure this out,

but I-I don't know, this feels different.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. We got this, all right?

I got an I.D.!

"Baz Marsh."

Convicted of killing a woman in Fairhill two years ago.

It got overturned on appeal.

Looks like he's got priors on aggravated vandalism,

larceny, theft--

I mean, these are all crimes of opportunity.

There's no way this creep is capable of planning

a hijacking.

Then find out who did.

Last known address?

Yeah, right there.

All right, Marsh took the bus...

but how does a fancy jerk like Maritz

get lined up with a scumbag like him?

I don't know-- you sprinkle enough cash around,

it ends up in the right pocket.

Wayne's tracking the lawyer.

Hopefully, we get something there.

Yeah, Wayne.

-She seems resourceful. -Oh, yeah.

She hacked a drone with two sticks of gum

and a flip phone.

You and her have a thing?

Who's asking, you or-or Nik?

I'm just wondering what the excuse is gonna be

when Braun figures out

there's a convicted hacker sitting at our desk,

on our computers.

I don't know-- burning desire to save 28 people?

-Oh, okay. -And we're just friends.

-...Ish. -Yeah. There it is.

All right.

Marsh's house should be right here on the corner.

You ever hear of knocking first?

Didn't I?

All right, Marsh, what do you got for us?

We got a bore brush.

Smells like solvent.

Cleaned a gun in the last day or so.

Doesn't seem to me like

a manila-envelope type of fella.

Oh...

oh!

Also didn't think that he had $3,852

for a security deposit.

It looks like he leased a commercial property.

Starts with "C-A-L." I don't know.

The address is ripped off, but the ZIP is South Philly.

Look at this.

He targeted that bus 'cause he knew the kids would be on it.

Son of a bitch.

Yeah, whoever's working with Marsh

is setting us up for maximum pain.

Say hello?

Hi.

I'm Detective Jason Grant

and I'm coming for you. 'Kay?

All right, let's get the hell outta here.

The phone we found at Marsh's was a burner,

but there's only one number on it,

and that's a dead-end.

They want to know if we I.D.'ed him, Nik.

Kemi, what do you have on the bus?

Uh, they said South Philly, right?

Yep.

Okay, so I overlaid the bus, uh, routes

with the traffic cam footage.

There's one anomaly.

This was 20 minutes ago.

That's not on a route?

Factory District, south of 18th.

Wait. The receipt said C-A-L.

The old Calloway factory!

Uh, uh... "Calloway."

-Yeah. -Right here.

Here.

It'll be 15 minutes until we can get SWAT on site.

That's great. We got 42 minutes till the deadline.

Well, uh...

we could wait for SWAT to breach or--

do you have a tow rig on this thing?

I do not. Why?

I don't need it. Never mind. I got a better idea.

I'm going right.

Aw, damn it.

The cell phone at Marsh's house--

As soon as they knew we I.D.'ed him,

he became a liability.

If this is the kidnapper,

then who the hell has the passengers?

Please... they're children.

Sit down! Anybody else got a complaint?

Hey! Driver.

Get up!

Get up.

-Please. -Get up!

-Please! -Move it!

Quit stalling!

-I have a wife! -Shut up!

Hurry up!

Please, mister.

Get Nik over here.

Nik!

Hey.

Anything?

Oh, hey. Jay. Jay!

- Oh, no. - Talk to me.

Yep, they came through here.

All right, Nik.

The railyard's a couple hundred yards away.

I think these bastards wanted to keep 'em moving.

We're one step behind,

and those kids are paying the price.

There are 31 freight trains currently in the yard.

So just shut the whole thing down.

Jason, that's not a thing!

A train leaves every four minutes,

or the whole East Coast transportation system

shuts down.

Look, hey, hey, if we have to search every car,

it'll take hours.

Give me one second.

Hey, what do you got?

Your earbud says

that Maritz's lawyer is in a coffee shop

near his law firm.

If he uses their WiFi, I can get into his devices.

No, no. Anything you find will be inadmissible.

Dude, this was your plan.

I-I know that, okay?

I just-- I just don't want this to blow back.

Are you more worried about the ex,

or the fact that we have, like, no time to stop this creep?

All right. Do it. Do it. Do it. All right?

What is that look? What? What?

That's what.

The city has

failed to release John Maritz in the time allotted.

Don't let it happen again.

Son of a bitch.

30 minutes, or she's next.

Son of a bitch.

Wait.

Does that look like the inside of a railway container to you?

Yes, it does.

I want drone coverage of that yard.

Please get me every warm body that we've got

down there and searching, now!

I spoke to the Mayor.

Between the dead bus driver

and the thought that one of the kids is next,

he's agreed to release Maritz.

Thank God.

You did this.

I just walked him past the conference room,

where the families are waiting.

Thank you, Braun.

Which brings me to the part that you won't thank me for.

I want MPU to stand down.

What? No!

I want you there once release conditions are set.

In the meantime, you don't poke a bear

when he has a kid in his mouth.

I'm happy the Mayor is giving those passengers a chance,

but I have zero reason to trust the people behind this.

Did you miss the part where I give the orders?

You know I'm right.

12 kids.

Don't screw this up.

Jason and Mike are still searching,

but it's a needle in a damn haystack.

Anything on the drone?

Nothing so far.

Uh, but we might have something else.

Um...

don't look at the passengers, focus on the chain.

-Will you isolate it for her? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, it jumps every second or two.

Is the train still moving?

No. The car is stationary.

Just the chain moves.

Which means that it's on a siding,

next to a moving train.

And we counted how many times the chain moved,

and it was 42.

Which means that it's next to a track

that has a 42-car train passing by.

And according to the freight system,

there is only one train that fits the bill,

and it left on track seven.

-Pull the drone view back up. -Uh, yeah.

That's track seven.

There. On that flatbed.

Get me a container number.

Yeah.

Let's set up a perimeter that way.

Wait for my call.

Jay, where are you?

South side of the tracks.

All right. East side, by track seven.

Container number 7-Oscar-9-1.

Get here now!

All right, all right. Coming.

John Maritz coming through.

Hey, I'm kinda in the middle of it here.

I got into the lawyer's phone.

Looks like he repped our dead bus-napper-- Baz Marsh.

I gotta go. I gotta go! I really gotta go.

I don't have time right now.

-Wayne-- -Not only that--

he made multiple calls

to another former client, also a felony all-star.

Come on. Okay, so if that's the guy who shot Marsh,

that's the same guy who's got the kids.

It's him, it's him.

What the hell is all that noise?

Just me almost getting killed. I really gotta go. Bye.

Hold it down. Wait for me. Wait for me.

Take low. I'm going up.

Where's your car? We need to make that call.

Right outside.

No!

Hello!

I got the gun. I got the gun.

Get up!

Hands behind your back.

Hey, I got good news for you, buddy, you're gonna spend

the rest of your life in jail, with your lawyer. Huh?

Screw you!

Hey, check on those kids.

Let's go.

We're good. Cut 'em loose.

Detective Jason Grant.

Game over, counselor. You should probably get yourself a lawyer.

Oh, my God, we're screwed.

Get us out of here!

Now!

Maritz, stop!

Oh!

-Go, go. -Daddy!

Oh!

I promised your mom I'd keep you safe.

I'm so sorry, Kayla. I'm so sorry.

I promise to never go on another school field trip

without you again.

I think you'll get over that!

But it's okay, I love you.

So much!

You follow football, Nikki?

It's Philly. Do I have a choice?

An individual can make a difference,

but a team...

can make a miracle.

"Fly, Eagles, fly."

Let's wrap this up.

You got it, boss.

I can now report

that the hijacking of Bus 447

was engineered by an attorney representing John Maritz.

The Mayor and I,

along with Missing Persons Unit,

mourn the passing of Bus 447's driver,

Elliot Cobi,

whose heroics will not be forgotten.

As to the explosion that took the lives

of Maritz and his attorney,

the Homicide Department will not stop

until we find the person,

or people,

responsible.

It was fun while it lasted.

Can I interest you in a nightcap?

I mean, I've got a fine vintage Gatorade

and there is an ice machine just down the hall,

if you like it cold.

-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.

Um...

I don't-- I don't know if I'm ready for Gatorade.

Right.

Well...

you know where to find me, when you are.

Yes.

All right.

♪ ...And you can be real

♪ Righteous

♪ How could we see eye to eye

♪ When you're standing on top of your hill? ♪

Thank God.

Yeah, Maritz buried a lot of secrets

-for a lot of powerful people. -Mm.

Yeah, I guess one of 'em got scared he was gonna talk.

Yeah, I'm not sure we'll ever know.

Braun gave the car bombing to Homicide.

Yeah, well, no matter what,

those kids are sleeping in their own bed tonight.

Yeah.

You wanna do the honors?

Oh, no. It's usually your thing. Go.

Well, consider it an early wedding present.

Okay.

♪ ...But you don't really know how to heal? ♪

♪ You can be righteous

♪ Righteous

♪ And you can be real

♪ Righteous

♪ How do we see eye to eye...

-You are right. -Mm-hmm!

That feels good!

Well, you know what would feel even better?

What?

-Nice back rub... -Mm!

Nice glass of wine, hot bath.

I'd like that.

Tell me we're gonna be okay here.

We're gonna be okay.