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Good job, good job!

More leg. Longer!

Good. That was a little late, Amelia.

Nice and long, ladies. Yep.

More legs, Tally! Good.

That's good... square it up!

I'm not seeing any unity here.

Drive it through!

Come on, ladies! Get the power on!

If you wanna win next weekend,

you're gonna need to pick it up.

'Kay, you heard Coach, ladies! Put your backs into it.

What the hell? Max?

Keep going! I'll meet you at the dock!

The engine was working fine.

How does it suddenly stall out?

You heard Coach! Dig in, ladies.

Come on, Bells. No Coach, no crunch!

Let's just quiche, and call it a taper.

Some of us can't afford to lose!

Coach will see the Coxbox data. She'll know if we coasted.

You're just worried 'cause your dad

is monitoring your Apple Watch.

It's too early for this.

Tally's right! And what we really need to be focused on

is beating those d-bags from Rittenhouse. Okay?

So dig in, ladies! First positions.

Ready! And...

Row!

Late, Tally.

Good, Kate.

Square it up! Genevieve, a little less leg? Good, good!

Nice going, Bella. You steered us into the rocks.

Well, if Kate had listened

when I told her was catching off-port...

You talk so much, I filter some of it out, okay?

Coach is gonna kill us!

Okay, I'll stop the stroke counter.

Does that make everyone happy?

I'd be happier if we waited for the men's team to save us.

Let's see if I can get us unstuck.

Tally!

- Hey... - Mm.

- You up? - Mm.

- Mm-mm. - You gotta get up.

Mm-mm.

No, you do, you gotta get up.

I got something very important to tell you.

Can it wait till after I brush my teeth?

No. It can't. Um...

See, there's a, um...

spot on your body...

Mm?

...That I haven't been able to get to.

- Mm? - And I really want to get to.

Are we going to the MPU?

No. We're not going to MPU.

You...

are going, uh...

anywhere you want... actually.

"On behalf of the Pennsylvania Parole Board,

you are officially released?" No, no, no...

Yeah. You are a free woman, Wayne Pascal.

- I mean, seriously? - Yeah.

Yes!

Mm.

Hey! How was the honeymoon?

Ah, Santo Domingo was amazing! The beach, the food...

Hey, hey, hey, hey. What about the husband?

The husband was epic!

Okay, everybody calm down.

Um, I have a wedding gift for you.

We said no gifts.

You are gonna want this one. Okay?

So, I ran into a friend from Admin...

actually, she's not a friend, she's annoying as hell...

uh, but she said

that Bill Houston has temporary oversight

of the Division.

Yes!

Unlike certain men whose names we shall not mention,

he does not micromanage.

This is good news. It's good news.

Mm-hmm.

Are you the Missing Persons Unit?

Yes, we are. How can I help you?

I coach Gladwyn University's crew team.

- Mm-hmm? - My ladies were on the river

this morning, and now they're gone.

Five girls. Just vanished.

I'll call the Police Marine Unit...

They've been searching all morning...

nothing.

They think the boat capsized.

My girls are elite swimmers.

They would've made it to land.

Is there something else we should know?

I keep pace with them on my launch,

but it died a few minutes into practice.

It is a brand-new motor... that shouldn't have happened.

What, you think someone sabotaged it?

Get Jay.

I'll call the Marine Unit.

This way.

Lemme-Lemme just ask you a question.

What do you... What do you do

for somebody's first day of freedom?

Is it like, you know... steaks at Ocean Prime,

do I take her to the shore for the weekend?

What do I do?

That's what you're worried about?

No, what I'm really worried about

are those honeymoon puka shells on your wrist,

but I can handle that with a pair of scissors.

- Ha, ha, ha. Very funny! - Uh-huh.

I think you're missing the big-ticket item here.

Wayne is no longer confined to Motel Hell,

so you better step up to the plate.

What... What plate is that?

The plate with four walls, a roof,

your insane vinyl collection.

Oh, you think she's gonna expect to move in with me?

Well, I think you better at least clear out a dresser.

That's all I'm saying.

How you doing? Sergeant Sherman.

- Detective Grant. - What's up, buddy?

What do you got?

Dredge team is working their way downstream,

but nothing so far.

We got five missing girls. That's it?

Hey, Honeymoon Harry? Come over here.

What do ya think here?

We figured they hit a rock.

A rock? In 30-feet-deep water? "They hit a rock"?

Yeah, you think maybe they drifted?

Well, it's, uh, scratched on both sides of the fin here.

It's called a "skeg".

Is it, Encyclopedia Brown? Thank you!

The point is, if it's scratched on both sides,

it didn't hit a rock.

If you hit a rock, it scratches one side. No?

I mean...

'Kay. Fun facts...

the, uh, buoy out there... what-what does that do?

What's the point?

To keep the motorcraft in the middle,

away from the rowers.

Uh-huh.

So the girls have gotta stay on one side of it?

Yup. Traffic rules.

All right. All right.

Tch.

Where the hell's he going?

I don't know. Excellent question.

Hiya.

What are you doing?

There's nothing down there that could've made those marks.

They're looking in the wrong place.

Come on, Jay, this is their turf.

No. No. There's missing girls.

This is my turf. Your turf.

Check this out.

What the hell is that?

This is a chain connected to that buoy,

running to this rock...

it's what stopped that boat.

So they're not lost... they were taken?

That is correct.

I don't care if they're getting jammed up.

If they wanna build in Fishtown,

they gotta pay us, right?

Come on! Keep it moving.

If this is some kind of sick game,

it isn't funny!

- Gen, stop it, don't... - Just go.

No. No!

No! Gen! Gen!

So, Genevieve's father is on his way from Jersey,

but we still haven't been able to find Bella's parents.

They're not listed on her emergency contacts.

I'll put you in touch with the Registrar's Office.

My daughter has been missing since 6:00 this morning!

I need to know what happened to her!

I know that, Lena. We're just trying to help.

You're supposed to be responsible for their safety!

Mr. Johnson, we have confirmed

that Rachel's boat was sabotaged.

There was nothing she could've done differently.

Whoever took your daughters

knew when and where to target them.

Rachel, it's gotta be Rittenhouse Tech.

The two schools have a rivalry.

Rittenhouse's men's team has gotten pretty aggressive...

holes drilled in shells, loosened rigger nuts.

If this is some kind of sick prank...

We will look into it. I promise you.

I will let you know the second I have news.

Find the Rittenhouse boys. Now.

Gotcha.

You talk to Wayne?

No. The only people she wants to talk to

are Dolce and Gabbana.

Single-handedly gonna boost the local economy.

- Wait, with your credit card? - Yeah.

We're gonna be rowing in circles

out there this weekend! This is ridiculous.

Why do I hate this kid already?

- Stop drinking water! - I'm right there with ya.

Hey, you, with the, uh, the whistle...

we gotta talk to you.

Philadelphia PD.

We got a little bit of a situation.

We got five missing girls.

We're in the middle of practice.

Oh, yeah? Do me a favor. Blow.

Blow, blow, blow, blow!

Practice is over. Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Sorry.

You took an Uber at 5:00 in the morning to the river?

What were you doing out here, Nate?

The hull needed a polish before the regatta this weekend

and I drew the short straw.

Why do you have Kate Johnson's contact in your phone?

We texted once in a while.

We're just acquaintances. That's it.

"I'm gonna make sure Gladwyn loses."

That's how you talk to your acquaintances?

Yeah. Disappearing the team...

that's a pretty sure-fire way to make sure they lose, huh?

We hooked up at the Head of the Charles.

Kate got clingy and sent a bunch of crazy texts.

Look, go ahead, read them, if you don't believe me.

What about the stunts that you and your teammates

pulled at NCAAs?

We put Gladwyn's rigger on backwards.

- Big freaking deal. - Well, it is...

it is a big deal because five girls are missing right now,

and you guys are our only suspects.

We would never hurt them! That was just a joke.

Well, it's getting pretty intense for a joke.

Our team has no money, okay?

How do you think it feels when Gladwyn suddenly has

new shells, new ERGs?

Support staff that do everything,

while I'm out here, polishing my boat at the crack of dawn?

You have any idea how they get their money?

I don't know.

According to Kate,

uh, it had something to do with their coxswain...

that "Bella" girl.

Okay, so I pulled Bella's file from the Gladwyn registrar,

and she's a freshman... 3.8 GPA.

Nothing remarkable, except for this...

her tuition was paid by money order,

which is weird... to put it mildly, and...

her parents aren't listed on her application.

Anything from her socials?

I mean, she just seems like a smart, driven girl,

who loves rowing and The Masked Singer.

Are there any family members in her followers?

Uh, none, But she seems to be mutuals with, like,

half the university, so she's popular.

You know what? Mike and Jay are still at the river.

I don't want to wait.

- All right. - Let's go!

I don't really do cops.

And I don't really do sorority girls,

but this is urgent.

Can you tell us what you know about Bella?

We went through Rush together.

She lives down the hall.

Doesn't party, but she must be a freak in the sheets.

- Okay! - Okay.

Um... specifics?

Every Sunday night,

she gets picked up by some gray fox in a Mercedes.

You mean like a date?

A date with benefits.

Gave her a purse that costs more than my mom's car.

She's 18 with a sugar-daddy?

Does this sugar-daddy have a name?

Yeah... but I don't know it.

Sorry. I'm late for Biophysics.

Um, thank you.

Have a good life.

Okay, so we have a rich old guy with a Mercedes.

That is practically every man in Society Hill.

We just need one of them to smile for the camera.

Emergency phone... it has CCTV.

Pull the footage from Sunday night.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, a fisherman called in off of the alert.

Who's video-calling me?

Hey, I think you got the wrong...

Nope! Nope.

I am officially a woman with a smartphone.

Have you been on TikTok? It is amazing in there!

And Philadelphia... I mean, I love it here!

Who would've thought?

I mean, I guess I was here for that one job

and then to courthouse,

and then straight to house arrest,

so I'm starting with the Liberty Bell, and then...

I-I gotta go. I'll talk to ya later.

- Congratulations. - Told you.

Yep.

Hey. Uh, detectives. You called in about the alert?

You found something?

That one okay?

- Yeah, he don't like sushi. - Ah.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm fine. What d... What do ya got? What do ya got?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I found it on my way in.

Hang on.

My shoes, man.

This is bad, right?

One of our rowing girls got shot.

Thanks.

Oh!

They shot me! They frickin' shot me!

We'll get you help, Gen, I promise.

Help! Somebody please help us!

Get the hell back!

This isn't happening!

- Who would do this to us? - I-I don't know.

If my shoulder is busted for the season,

my dad will kill me!

You should've thought of that

before you ran away from a guy with a gun!

- At least I did something! - You did something stupid!

We can't fight! We have to stick together.

Stop trying to fix everything, Bella.

- I'm scared. - It's okay. It's okay.

My people are now searching the river.

We are talking to possible witnesses...

I came as fast as I could!

It's okay, Mr. Shaw. You're here now.

It's not okay.

Genevieve is an amazing kid.

I pushed her too far.

And I will make sure you get to tell her that,

but we need your help.

Anything. Anything at all.

Uh, Kemi said still no luck finding Bella's family.

In the meantime, we'd like to swab for DNA.

What do you need it for?

My team has found a Gladwyn sweatshirt.

There was blood.

I'm so sorry.

If I could trade places with your girls,

I would do it in a heartbeat.

Please...

Captain Batista, find them.

I am doing everything I can,

and that starts by getting your DNA.

Please.

We can't give up. I have a plan.

You're not the boss anymore, Bella.

If you hadn't made us keep going

after Coach's launch died, we wouldn't be in here.

Oh, please! Like Amelia wasn't pushing us to keep going?

Well, some of us are here for more than just boys, Kate.

Yeah, well, you're only here for your dad,

so what the hell's the difference?

Enough! We have to be a team.

Coming from the girl who sits in the boat and does nothing?

We've never been a team.

We're just people who row together.

Fine. Whatever.

There's plenty of time to be jerks to each other

after we get out of here.

And how are we gonna do that?

I got the Coxbox off the shell.

Are you seriously wanting us to study our split times now?

If we throw it in the river,

then maybe somebody will find it and go to the cops.

I-I just need help getting up there,

and over to that window.

Come on, guys. Let's at least try.

Yeah.

I've got left foot.

- On your back. - On your count, Bella.

Ready. And... lift!

The blood on the sweatshirt is from Genevieve Shaw.

Mm, her father said that she was stubborn.

Maybe she tried to get away.

Hey. We, uh, confirmed Rittenhouse's alibi.

They were all at practice when our girls disappeared.

- So that's a dead-end. - Yep.

And then our Marine Unit found this in the river.

It's got the Gladwyn logo on it.

I'll see if I can pull prints.

Yo. I may have found something.

Okay, so the parents were taken to campus.

Uh, they called in some trauma counselors.

We need to find their girls.

Okay, so campus police gave me access

to their blue-light camera system,

and I, uh...

scrubbed through last Sunday,

based on the tip that we got from Bella's sorority sister.

She said Bella had a sugar-daddy.

I didn't find him, but I did find his car.

All right. So what do you think?

He and Bella got in an argument?

Maybe she blackmailed him?

The best way to get revenge on Bella

would be to ruin the thing she wants most.

And, according to her socials,

that is winning the Head of the Schuylkill Regatta.

Right. Can we pull a license?

Not from this angle,

but I can check other cameras on campus.

- Let me see. - Don't bother.

I recognize that driver.

He works for Charlie McGannon.

You talking about your Irish mob informant?

If he's behind this, I'll kill him myself.

Nikki Batista. I'm here to see Charlie.

Nikki, we meet at last.

Renee Conway. I'm Charlie's accountant.

Charlie bragged about you.

He said that you're the only thing

standing between him and the I.R.S.

Well, I save him from the I.R.S.,

and you save him from his rivals.

Guess that makes us "Charlie's angels".

Ah, except angels don't enable drugs and gun-running.

Not to mention extortion of the builders' union.

I need to speak to him. Urgently.

I'll let him know you stopped by.

No. I have a situation. I need to talk to him right now.

Between us girls, sometimes, you're better off

doing things without Charlie's help.

He causes problems as often as he solves them.

Well, with all due respect, I have five young women missing

so if he doesn't want to help, I will make him.

Renee?

You can go.

Nice to meet you.

I'll call you.

How was the Dominican Republic?

Oh, we will circle back

to why you're keeping tabs on me later.

If you have anything to do with the disappearance

of these Gladwyn girls, tell me now.

No idea what you're talking about.

Oh, no? Your car was seen on campus

picking up one of the missing girls.

I am not playing with you, Charlie.

This isn't what you think.

- Then what is it? - I'm the victim here, Nikki.

They're trying to get a ransom out of me.

That's why Renee was here.

I needed her to free up some cash.

Why didn't you call me, Charlie?

If your girl's in trouble, you know that this is what I do.

This is way above your head, Nik.

This is a top-shelf operation.

Th-They want the ransom delivered

via crypto "sound" wallet.

What the hell does that mean?

I transfer Bitcoin to an account,

then I send the kidnapper a sound file

to decrypt the account key.

Untraceable. Smart.

You are going to a lot of trouble

for a side piece, Charlie... even a young pretty one.

She's not my lover, Nikki.

This is my daughter.

Charlie married his childhood sweetheart.

It was a disaster, but Charlie's Catholic,

so no divorce, just plenty of cheating.

He got a waitress pregnant and, uh...

she had a daughter... Bella.

So someone's using her for leverage.

Yeah. Poor girl didn't even know him till this year,

but Bella's mother died,

and Charlie came back into Bella's life.

Which explains the Sunday dinners.

You know, I didn't take Charlie for a family man.

Charlie would coach Little League, if you let him...

- Hmm. - But he wants us out.

He says he'll get Bella back himself.

Okay, what about the other girls?

Yeah.

Whatever this is, it'd better be good,

because I was just about to hit up the shoes.

And, oh, girl!

Well, that is something. You look amazing!

Thank you.

Hey. I got the 911. What's up?

Well, five girls have been kidnapped.

Charlie McGannon got the ransom demand.

The head of the Irish mob?

- Mm-hmm. - Yikes.

Charlie's trying to freeze us out.

And all we know is that the ransom is electronic...

crypto wallet, the whole deal.

The only way to track him is if you hack his cellphone.

So now we're hacking the head of the Irish mob?

And if he finds out

you illegally accessed his cellphone,

it screws up all the other cases against him.

Uh, not to mention, if he finds out that I accessed his phone,

there's gonna be a bullet through my brain.

You're a free woman!

- Oh! - Yes, uh...

- Mazel tov! - Exciting...

Helen! Helen, focus, baby.

- Do you have something? - I do!

I pulled prints off the blade of the oar.

Our guy must've grabbed it from underwater.

Does "our guy" have a name?

Yes! Casimir "Caz" Ceraficki.

Take a look at his known associates.

Oh, wow. All Polish names, all with priors.

Yep, looks like our boy, Caz, is crewed up.

Okay, we got some work to do.

- Yeah. - Let me look at this.

All right.

So, I spoke to my buddy in Organized Crime.

The gang's headquartered out of Nowak's Quality Meats.

Ahh, delicious!

Yeah, well, not for McGannon's crew.

They've been cuttin' into his skim

from the builders' union.

There's a lot of bad blood between Charlie and the Poles.

I see. So you're saying they have beef?

What they have is extortion,

loan-sharking, and trafficking ecstasy.

So, hey... hey! - Wha...

Tread lightly.

They call me "Twinkle Toes", babe, come on.

How you doing? Philly PD. I need to talk to your boss.

- I'll see what I can do. - Great.

What do you think goes in there?

I don't know... don't ask questions

you don't want the answers to.

What can I do for the PD?

Mr. Nowak, thanks for seeing us.

Yeah.

We need to talk to you about Caz Ceraficki.

Ah. Funny name. Never heard of 'im.

That's interesting. Um...

Caz has been arrested, what, 18 times?

Well... 19, if you count the time

that he set a Health Inspector's car on fire

after he dinged you for roaches.

Right. So tha... that's the interesting thing.

All of his arrests, all of his crimes,

they benefited you, somehow.

Right? You don't see where I'm goin' with this?

Yeah, so maybe I should send him a fruit basket.

Listen. Five college girls have been kidnapped,

so it's not a joke, we're not playing around.

Five little rich bitches?

Like I give a crap? Come on.

Hey.

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

What the hell, man?

You care now? You care now?

You care now?

An efficient machine. You'd better start talking.

Can't talk? All right, we'll do the talking.

'Kay. My partner's got a theory. What's your theory?

That you and your boy, Caz,

take Charlie McGannon's daughter and her friends,

to put pressure on Charlie.

And then, see, you're going to tell us where Caz is,

or we're gonna ruin

this perfectly good batch of kielbasa. Okay?

I found out Caz was freelancing,

so I cut him loose,

and I haven't seen him in a year!

Haven't seen him in a year? What do ya think? Let him go?

What, for that useless intel? Absolutely not.

I swear to God! I haven't talked to Caz

since that... that thing in Pittsburgh!

Don't move.

All right.

What thing in Pittsburgh?

- Huh? - Hey.

Unless you're gonna arrest me,

get the hell out of my shop!

Where's the gratitude?

I just saved you from a horrible tie!

You want some kishka?

No, I'm good.

Oh... that hurt.

Yeah, your back.

Ohh... God, man!

Maybe next time you jump over the thing.

You didn't hear it from me, but you've got a problem.

Hey.

Okay, so based on what Nowak told Mike and Jason,

I called Pittsburgh PD

to see if Caz Ceraficki popped up in their system.

And?

He was a suspect in a murder case last year...

and you'll never guess who the victim was.

Sean Conway... survived by his wife...

Renee Conway.

Charlie's accountant.

I knew there was something off with her.

It's about time.

What was I supposed to do?

Tell Charlie the guy I hired to kidnap his daughter

is waiting for me?

I got a call.

Some cops from MPU are after me,

which means Charlie's gonna be after me...

Charlie never gave a crap about anybody but himself.

He'll take the loss and move on.

You want to mess me around, Caz?

Because the last man who did that is dead.

This is Charlie we're talking about.

And I've waited a year to get what I deserve

out of that piece of crap,

so either hold it together or I cut you out.

- That what you want? - I want my money!

It just hit my crypto wallet.

I'll get your cut in cash.

It's four now. I'll be back by five.

You're not, these girls are gone.

Don't threaten me, Caz.

It won't end well.

They're gonna kill us.

Not if we get out of here first.

Quickly, while they're still out front.

Okay. Okay...

Oh!

I don't want to die.

Hey! Look, if we can beat Rittenhouse's top seed,

we can handle these guys. Okay?

It's gonna be okay.

Stop saying that. It's not!

And I am sick of you two playing high and mighty.

Gen tried to take your scholarship. Did you know that?

It wasn't me. It was my dad.

And if we're gonna point fingers,

maybe now's a good time

to tell Kate how you hooked up with Marcus

over the winter break.

She didn't give a crap about him!

This is all my fault.

What are you talking about?

I think this is because of my dad.

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

I ran the Conways through our system

and there are two domestic disturbances filed by Renee

against her husband.

He was beating her.

So she outsourced a hit on her jerk of a husband

to Caz Ceraficki?

I mean, that's what it looks like,

but if she was so valuable to Charlie,

why didn't she ask him for help?

Uh, Charlie just transferred 2 million in Bitcoin

an hour ago.

Wait, if Charlie paid the ransom,

why haven't they released the girls?

I don't know. I-I can't actually see

who received the money.

The file was encrypted.

Oh, it was Renee. It's gotta be Renee.

Assume that, and work backwards.

- Aye-aye, Captain. - Marine Unit

found this a mile north of where they found the boat.

It's some kind of rowing computer.

It must have drifted after they grabbed the boat.

Uh, nope. The Schuylkill actually runs southeasterly.

Uh, I know that,

because I had brunch on the boardwalk this morning.

Oh, that's so nice.

If it didn't drift,

how did it end up a mile north of the boat?

I mean, the girls must have taken the Coxbox

right when they were grabbed.

And either dropped it

or threw it from wherever they were taken.

They left us a breadcrumb!

We have a breadcrumb!

I mean, a possibly useless breadcrumb.

This thing took a hit. The seal is broken.

There's water damage. It won't even turn on.

Uh, get me a five-pound bag of rice

and an oven. Okay?

Oh!

What? Has... Has nobody seen hosiery before?

I'm gonna get some rice from the cafeteria!

- Yeah. - Uh... I have an oven.

- You're the best. - Thank you.

Oh, God.

Jay? Please tell me we have some good news.

Mike and I checked Renee's house.

Neighbor says she left with suitcases an hour ago.

She's runnin', Nik.

Yeah, no kidding.

I don't have time for this.

I know that you paid the ransom,

but they haven't released the girls.

Now we do it my way.

I find out who's behind this,

they're gonna wish they were dead.

We think it's Renee, Charlie.

No. You're out of your mind.

She's been working with me 20 years.

I'd trust her with my life.

Did she trust you with hers

when Sean started beating her up?

She asked you to stop him, didn't she?

She's a big girl.

I told her to deal with it.

Look, I know Sean worked for me, but...

Is that how you treat your valuable employees, Charlie?

You did nothing,

so Renee hired Caz Ceraficki to take care of it.

And what does this have to do with Bella?

She knew that Bella was your Achilles' heel.

She had access to the girls' schedule,

to the rosters, to-to everything.

So do a lot of people.

Yeah, but Renee just skipped town.

She was just waiting

for the chance to get even with you, Charlie,

and cash out.

Nah, nah. Nah, you got this wrong, Nik.

No. No, she doesn't.

Renee got that Bitcoin transfer.

Uh, whoever this is,

you're guessing...

it's untraceable.

Wayne Pascal. And I don't guess.

According to her credit card,

Renee purchased a burner laptop last Tuesday.

Phone tracking data put her at the Harold Washington Library

the next day, where I'm assuming

she downloaded an ISO file,

that she then burned to a USB drive

that she purchased with cash

from the minimart that we tracked her to,

using her car navigation history.

Later that day,

she got a macchiato at a local coffee shop,

so, I checked the WiFi history.

Sure enough, there was an anonymous user

that logged into "Bitaddress,"

the site of choice

for creating anonymous crypto wallets.

It's Renee.

All of this is Renee.

Man, they just don't make bad guys

as good as they used to.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I made such a big mistake here.

There's two women in my life that I trust...

you and Renee.

Now, all I got's you.

You gotta find Bella.

My dad's the head of the Irish Mob.

And my mom's the Queen of Sheba.

No, I'm serious.

He came into my life last year,

and I didn't tell you guys about it

because I was scared of what you'd think of him.

So you don't have a sugar-daddy?

What?

Oh, my God! Wait. Is that what everyone thought?

While we're at it...

my dad was a pig about the scholarship thing.

I told him so.

And I'm sorry about Marcus.

Babe... water under the loser-boyfriend bridge.

Bella, we all suck in one way or another.

We don't care who you're related to.

We just care that you call "Power 10" on the right stroke.

Mm-hmm. Even though I just shout orders

while you're all working so hard?

Dude, you have to get my ass up and moving at five a.m.!

You're the hardest-working woman in Philly.

Point being, Bells,

we love everything that makes you "you".

Oh, hey... do you think your dad

could put the fear of God in my Stats teacher?

I really need a "B".

Oh, my God. Screw a "B".

If we get outta here alive, I'm getting you all 4.0s.

What are you doing?

Praying. Can't hurt, right?

I guess.

- How's it going? - Uh...

getting there.

Okay, here we go.

Uh...

- Yes! - Okay!

Your gods have great reception!

They really, really do.

All right, I'm seeing

a stroke count at the start of practice

and then a second set of data.

Zero stroke counts...

but it traveled a distance of two miles.

How is that possible?

The girls must have activated it

and then thrown it into the water

from wherever they were being held,

and it traveled a two-mile distance

- in the current... - Which means...

...They just gave us a search radius.

Yes!

Good job, Helen!

Oh, thank you, gods!

The Coxbox was thrown into the river

somewhere in this area.

Charlie, is there anywhere in there

where Renee might be holding the girls?

Well, we did a thing right here...

a couple years ago.

I don't know if that means anything, Nik, but...

you gotta get her back.

You think Charlie was jerking our chains?

I don't know. Looks like nobody's been here in years.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Someone's here now.

Oh, now you wanna give me a boost?

Come on.

Come on, damn it! Answer.

Uh, never mind.

She's not answering.

Either she got caught, or she's screwing me.

Two bogeys... east side, facing away from the door.

- What are you doing? - Helping.

Bella, don't!

Um... in case you didn't know, my dad's Charlie McGannon.

He doesn't care about these girls, so if you let them go,

uh, I-I can call him for you, we can figure something out.

You got a big mouth for such a little girl.

Yeah? What're gonna do?

Girls, get down!

Help!

You shoot, I kill her!

Ahh!

Go, go, go. Go after them. Go!

Help!

- Let go of me! - Let's go.

Help!

Ow!

Ah!

Ohh!

- Jay! - Yeah, we're clear!

Nicely done. Thank you.

I do dry-land training for a reason.

Yeah. Why don't you give me that?

- Yeah, right. - Thanks.

Hell, yeah, Bella.

I got you.

Easy, easy, easy.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Go, Gladiators!

You're okay, Kate?

You promise?

Now I have a killer new story for my Hinge profile.

Just so you know...

we actually were making pretty good time

before we got, like, kidnapped.

I'm glad you're all right.

Thanks, Dad.

Bella saved the day, you know.

That's my girl.

And she said you'd help us boost up our GPAs.

Thanks a million.

Yeah, that's not really my thing.

I mean, you kinda owe us one.

Aside from all the money you gave to the team.

That was you?

You should come to the regatta this weekend.

You've been missing out on all the fun.

These girls'll make you proud.

I just might do that. Thank you.

- Gimme a sec. - Yeah.

How can I repay you, Nik?

Oh, come on.

It's my job, Charlie.

- Thank you. - Of course.

You know, your business

put someone you love in jeopardy.

I would think on that, Charlie.

Yeah.

Yeah.

She work for you?

Not officially.

You should gimme her number.

No, she's got skills!

Will you stop hustling and go take care of your kid?

- All right. - Come on.

♪ I want you to know that I'm on your side... ♪

Okay, ladies!

We're about to pass them! We can do it! We can do it!

♪ It's three a.m. You're still alive... ♪

Good job. Good job.

♪ Deep water... ♪

At the thousand-meter mark,

Rittenhouse is pulling away.

Darby in second.

Gladwyn and Fosser fighting for third.

Charlie? Jason Grant.

- Good to meet you. - Thanks. How are you doing?

I appreciate what you boys did for my Bella.

You got "lightweight," "coxed,"

"fours"...

I don't know what the hell any of this means.

Yeah. What we do for our kids, right?

Yeah. Should've gotten into Bella's life a little sooner.

I could have talked her into a more sensible sport,

like golf.

Ah.

But this is nice, too.

So, I know why I'm here...

what about you two?

We're, uh... we're looking for Renee.

Looking all over the place. No luck yet.

Any idea where she is?

Not a clue.

But you won't have any trouble putting your case together.

You got Ceraficki and his colleague

all in lock-up...

pending trial.

Yeah, we do.

See?

Happy endings... all around.

Yeah, well, how's this for a happy ending?

The back-channel with you and Nik

has officially run its course.

We're gonna have a sit-down with her,

but in the meantime, you're on notice. You understand?

See, Charlie, you know, people around you,

they, uh, they get hurt.

- You won't have a problem. - Mm?

Nikki was right.

My business put somebody I care about in danger

and, uh, it ain't worth it.

Yeah, well, Nikki brings out the best in all of us.

She and I, we had a real good run,

but it's all over now.

It's time to turn the page.

Good! Keep going!

Keep going! We're so close!

In the home stretch,

Gladwyn is digging deep,

but they're still almost a full boat-length behind.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

All together now! Good job!

Square it up. Square it up.

You got about two seats, let's keep it there. Okay?

Good job, Genevieve! I see you back there!

Tons of power! Amazing!

Go, go, go, go, go!

And here they come...

Gladwyn pulls ahead to win the battle!

Good job!

Look at that... eight hands, one heart.

Charlie, in the future,

if you, uh, feel the urge to reach out to Nikki,

do me a favor, and don't, okay?

- Good to see you. - Message received.

We'll be seeing you.

Being a free woman is exhausting!

Aw, man.

It's, uh, it's gonna be a little difficult to kiss me

from across the room.

Yeah, oh, I just, uh...

I just want to ask you a question.

Yes, I did use your credit card,

but I will pay you back.

No, that's... that's... that's fine.

Um... um...

I know things are... uh...

up in the air, right now,

and if you, um...

if you temporarily need a-a, um...

a place to stay, you can stay with me.

Um, but... u-unless you have somewhere else to go.

So, there you go.

You really struggled through that one.

Yeah. What do ya think?

I think you are adorable.

And you are off the hook.

- Am I? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, the, uh, the motel manager

said I could stay here for free

as long as I help hide their one-star Yelp reviews.

Aren't they all one-star Yelp reviews?

They were! Um, but now it's...

"spectacular service in a boutique setting."

- I like that. - Yeah, you like it?

Mm-hmm.

I would still love to see your apartment, though,

because I hear you have a really huge bathtub.

- I do. - Mm-hmm?

We could go now if you want.

I mean... we could.

- Yeah? - But...

- But? - Why rush, hmm?

Mm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm?

Okay.