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Hey, Carmen, let me
give you a hand with that.

Thanks, Pete.

See you, Carmen!

Hector, tell Jimmy
I said good luck on the S.A.T.s!

Hey, Stevens.

How we doing tonight, Carmen?

Or should I say "this morning"?

You should.

Let's see.

Uh, I got a past-due notice,

my mother's pharmacy
denied her refills again--

and I am pretty sure

the Philly Parking Authority
is out to get me.

- I hate those bastards.
- Right?

Paperwork's good.
Checked and double-checked.

Well, Boss has us
spot-checking today, so.

Oh, come on!
I'm just a regular Girl Scout.

Plus, I gotta pee
like a racehorse.

All right.

Hey...
best to your mother.

You are such a gentleman.

Make sure the wife
gets one of those purses

before you move 'em.

Think that'll get me
out of the doghouse?

Just pick a color
that matches her eyes.

You do know what color they are,
don't you?

Yeah.

All right, we're good.
Thanks, Joel.

All right, call you
for the next one.

You scratch my hood,
we're gonna have a problem.

Oh, we can't have that.
I got enough problems, Carmen.

I know you?

No, but I know you.

I hear
you're a problem-solver

for folks who need to get
something from "A" to "B".

Listen, pal.

Assuming what you heard about me
were true,

this is no way
to go about an intro.

This can't wait.

Referrals only, buddy.

Find yourself
another customs broker.

I don't do business this way.

You do today.

Well, congratulations.

You made us late.

Well, the sandwich
was worth it, no?

Hell, yeah!
I got egg on my tie.

Well, I got a fix for that--
don't wear a tie.

Yeah, that would be
the wrong thing to do today.

No, it'd be the right thing
to do today,

and every day.

You didn't read the email,
did you?

No.

I-I don't-- I don't, uh,
like emails that are annoying.

Well, this is gonna be fun.

What's gonna be fun?

Thanks to your hard work,

MPU leads the department
in closure rates,

and, rest assured,

I intend to keep that going.

I'm looking forward
to getting to know you guys

and continuing
to keep Philly safe,

but I'm not above bribery.

There are fresh bagels
on the counter.

Help yourselves,
and let's have a great day.

- Yeah.
- Yep.

W-Why would they give Bennett
the big chair?

And that's why
you check your e-mails.

Uh, but if
he checked his e-mails,

I would've missed this look
on his face,

which is wildly entertaining--

look at you.

What-- What floor is the, um,
shooting range on again?

I'm gonna go put holes
in stuff now.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi.

Um, is this MPU?

It is,

and-and that woman is in charge, apparently.

Um, hi,
I'm Detective Adebayo.

How can I help you today?

Carmen was gonna
give me a ride home

at the end of my shift,

but then
she just disappeared.

And what time was that?

Have you talked
to your coworkers?

No one's seen her.

She didn't go back
to her office, either.

Maybe something came up?
She had to leave?

Her car's still there.

I know Carmen,
and this just...

this doesn't make any sense.

- Mm.
- Uh, listen.

Things happen, you know?

Cars break down,
you grab a drink,

take a cab.
Why don't we take the report,

we'll give it 24 hours,
and we'll reevaluate?

Uh, just so we have
a very complete report...

you said

that Carmen's disappearance
didn't make any sense to you,

Natalie, why is that?

Carmen runs her own business.

She's a customs broker.

Times are tough,
and she's got a sick mother.

Great.
Thanks for the context--

Every dime...

goes to her mom's care,
and then the rent.

Carmen doesn't date,
and she doesn't take a day off.

She'd never take off
like this.

I know it.

So it's easy enough for me
to run a quick profile

and send the guys
out to the customs warehouse.

I mean, it's either that,

or I have another one of
those fantastic bagels,

but, to be honest with you,
I am carbed out.

There's a reason
for our closure rates.

Okay.

Uh, we will get a team
on it right away.

Great. Um, thank you.

Of course.

Where can
we find Agent Stevens?

- Down here?
- Huh? There.

Thanks.

Well, this is pretty exciting.

The Wicked Witch's first case.

You know, I thought
you and Bennett made up

after the Ring Bearer case.

We made up--
we made up

because I thought I was never
gonna have to see her again.

Okay?
But this is an obvious move.

I know exactly what she's doing.

What is?

Okay, she's my rookie,
and she throws me under the bus.

Now she's in charge--
she's driving the bus. See?

Let me ask you--

how's the weather
on Planet Jason right now?

It's dark and cloudy,
like you.

"Dark and cloudy" like me.

Is that a Black joke?

Absolutely.

Mm. Racisms.
I love the racisms, bro.

Agent Stevens?
Philly MPU.

We gotta ask you
some questions.

If you make it quick.

I'm at the tail-end
of a graveyard shift.

We understand
you were the last person

to see Carmen Ash?

Why are you asking?

'Cause she's missing,
that's why.

Wait. A-Are you serious?

Yeah.
Uh, let me ask you a question.

What does
a customs broker actually do?

They clear shipments
of incoming goods.

They prepare documents
for exports--

basically,
shortcut you through customs.

And th-that's what
Carmen does?

Yeah.

God, I hope she's okay.

Yeah. Anything you can tell us
might help.

Like, for real,
if you could tell us something--

I get being loyal,
but if you don't help us,

we can't help her.

Okay.

Word is, once in a while,

she lets a shipment
slip through--

like knock-off handbags
or fake E.D. pills.

If it happened,
which I'm not saying it did...

it's victimless stuff.

Well, not quite.

She's missing, remember?

Yeah.

Yeah. Your shift's over.
Can you show us her car?

Hey.

I like what
you have done with the place.

Is that your husband?

Ex.

I keep him around to remind me
not to make stupid choices.

Okay, that's interesting.

Uh, Mike told me

that Carmen has been slipping
goodies through customs,

which gives us potential motive.

Yeah, and I, uh,
checked her online profile.

Her social-media footprint
is remarkably unremarkable--

generic selfies,
things of that nature.

But you would think

that a woman who was devoted
to her sick mother

would post about it--

you know,
join online support groups.

None of that.

So I did a little bit
more digging,

and I found...

...this.

She photoshopped herself in?

Mm-hmm.

That's a red flag
for a bot profile.

- Why would she need that?
- I don't know,

but patrol
did a door knock at her address

and there was no answer.

The guys confirmed
her car's in the lot--

northwest corner.

- Pull up CCTV.
- Okay.

A customs lot would have
plenty of coverage.

Natalie said

that she went missing
at 6:45 this morning.

Okay.

We got a problem here.

Got a malfunction?

No.

Daylight in the corners.

Somebody paint-balled
the camera lens.

So we have
a bent customs broker

with a fake profile

and a non-existent sick mother.

I mean, this woman
is clearly in trouble.

Put out an alert.

Okay.

Are you kidding me?

Uh... who the hell's
in charge here?

Who the hell's asking?

FBI.

Supervisory Special Agent
Vince Kelly.

Lieutenant Gabrielle Bennett.

How can we help the Feds today?

If you need
a parking ticket fixed,

that would be third floor.

Ah. You put out an alert
for Carmen Ash?

I did.

Please tell me
your customs broker

isn't the subject
of a federal investigation?

No, she is not.

She's an undercover
federal agent...

and you just broadcast her face

to one-and-a-half
million phones.

Look, Agent Kelly,

I want to help you
find your undercover,

but I can't do that
unless you read me in.

Call Bill Houston.

He knows my file

because he just put me
on this desk,

and he will tell you

that I have a sock drawer
full of medals

for merit, bravery,
tactical de-escalation,

which basically means

I know how to fix stuff
before people get shot.

Go on, call him.

Her real name
is Maria Berberian.

She's one of
my most prolific UCs.

Maria went under as "Carmen"
a year ago.

That's a long stretch
undercover.

The intel is good.

There's no reason
to pull the plug.

Carmen built a reputation
as a go-to for criminals

to get things
through customs.

ATF, DEA, ICE--
they all build cases

around Carmen's work
at the airport.

Well, not for nothing,

but this could've been
cleared up with a phone call.

Why don't you tell me
what's really going on?

A few weeks ago,

the brass raised concerns

that she was showing signs
of mission creep.

Okay. Regular U.C. fatigue?

Something more actionable?

She missed
multiple check-ins.

I mean, she could be compromised

or on the take,

or, thanks to you, exposed.

The alert I put out
was for "Carmen Ash,"

who did, in fact,
disappear off the job.

Totally legit.

Okay, fair.

The car's still
in the parking lot.

There was no sign
of a struggle.

It looks to me like
your agent got grabbed.

If there's any chance
that her cover's still intact,

let's skip the big-footing.

Let me handle it.

You'll share your leads?

Of course.

You'll give me access
to her case files?

Reluctantly.

I'll make some calls.

Look who's using
a standing desk.

Is this because of Bennett?

Look, I'm just trying
to match her energy, all right?

So hush.
Mm-hmm.

Looks like
you one-upped the Feds, yes?

Nice.

You got the Bureau
to give us the case?

"Give" is a strong word.

More like temporary custody
of their problem,

but I would love
to solve it for them.

All right, uh,
so we assumed Carmen left

in someone else's vehicle.

It wouldn't have
been by choice,

and given the added
police presence

around the airport,

we figured they left in a hurry.

So I pulled
red-light camera footage,

and six cams were triggered

shortly after Carmen
was last seen,

and this one is the winner.

Passenger seat--
it's definitely her.

He's got
an infrared-blocking film

on his plate,
so we couldn't pull a number.

I mean, I could run
facial recognition,

- see if I can I.D. him.
- Don't bother.

That's Jimmy Madsen.
Frickin' creep.

You know him?

Homicide likes him for a stack
of murders over the years,

but they can't
make anything stick.

But he's got his hand
in a million sketchy deals.

I mean, she looks pretty calm.

You think he turned her?

Possible.

What do we know
about Maria Berberian?

Did her financials
tell us anything?

Bank accounts
suddenly flush?

Trips to places
where she could stash money?

Nothing really.

She has a ten-year-old car,

no bank loans...

no crazy shopping,

lives in an apartment in Ardmore
with her boyfriend.

Well, bring him in,

see if he can fill in
any of the blanks.

Mm-hmm.

I like your desk.

Sitting's the new smoking.

Hmm.

She likes my desk.

You're a teacher's pet.

Uh, jealousy's a hell
of a drug, brother. Mm-hmm.

I don't understand.

That's Maria,
but why is the name different?

Isaiah,
I know this is tough,

but when was
the last time you saw her?

She came home for the weekend
about a month ago.

She mention anything
about work?

Uh... making a major change?

No. No, the FBI doesn't
let her talk much about her job,

but I told her I understood, so.

Okay, what about a cell phone?
Laptop?

She leave anything behind?

No.

How did she seem,
the last time you saw her?

Anything out of the ordinary?

Wait, is--
Is she in some kind of trouble?

Why do you ask?

Because I'm here.

I mean, I--
look, I'm not allowed to know

the kind of work she does,

but I've never been
brought in by the cops

to be asked
about it before.

Look, this might be
hard to hear, but...

Maria was working undercover.

Undercover?

What? She never told me.

Well, she wouldn't
be allowed to,

and now the FBI
has lost contact with her,

and we're gonna help find her.

But the good news is,

there's no evidence
of foul play,

anything like that, okay?

Now, did she ever talk to you

about you two
taking a trip together?

Major purchase?
A gift?

What exactly
are you getting at?

Well, her handler said
that she was acting strange,

so I'm just trying
to figure it out.

What, like she's dirty?

Look, I'm just trying
to understand, okay?

Look, she's pregnant! Okay?

Pregnant?

Yeah.

We just found out.

That weekend, she told me.

I was so happy,
I mean, we both were,

but, you know, she was
freaking out about her job,

and now you're telling me
she's in danger?

We're gonna find her.

Let's go.

I'd say this place
needs a woman's touch,

but I would never do that
to a woman willingly.

No offense.

I need the names
of your transporters.

No.

Excuse me?

You can keep whipping out
your gun all you want--

I'm super-impressed,
by the way--

but, at this point,
it's overkill.

I'm already here.

What the hell do you want?

I have a package
I needed delivered

out of the country
10 hours ago,

and my go-to transporter
got pinched in an ATF raid,

and word is, one other broker
can make it happen.

You.

I'm flattered,

but fly-by-night gigs
are not my thing.

I know your rate.
I'm willing to triple it.

Not without knowing the cargo.

Does it really matter?

You one of those crooks
with a code?

It matters.

Fair enough.

Keys.

This is my last, best effort
to complete a deal.

If we can't make it work,

we ditch the package
and get away clean.

No harm in showing me, then.

"Ditch the package"?
Are you for real?

Now you understand
my urgency.

So, what do you think?

I'll take the job.

You should drink some.

It's okay.
It's sealed.

Are they treating you fine?

They didn't hurt you,
did they?

My name's Carmen.

What's yours?

Maria.

You're in luck,

because that's,
like, my favorite name.

Where do you live, Maria?

Cincinnati.

I was walking home
from school,

and these men,
they pulled me into a car.

That must have been very scary.

I don't want to be here.
I want my mom.

You listen to me.

I'm gonna get you back to her
really soon, okay?

I just--
I just need a minute to think.

We need to move.

My guys are following
the police scanners

and there's a BOLO out
on my car.

- They're onto you?
- Onto you, is my guess.

I saw an alert on my phone.

Whose fault is that?

If you can't get this done,
we need to cut bait.

I'll make it work.

Okay.

We need to move, sweetie.

It's gonna be all right,
all right?

You just stick with me.

You know what?

This needs to stay.

But...

My grandparents had tons
of these in their apartment.

I loved playing with them.

Here.

Fed's working theory
is Madsen grabbed Carmen,

short notice,
to move a shipment.

Please tell me
you have more than that.

No known address for Madsen,

but I piggybacked
off an old homicide warrant

and was able to pull
his financials.

He buys coffee in North Philly
most mornings,

which suggests that he's staying
in the same area.

Okay, that's something.

Where do you keep
your sweetener?

It's under the counter.

I also called

all the pizza joints
that serve North Philly, so--

Because...

even if Madsen and crew
are sitting on a shipment,

they gotta eat.

Exactly.

So Matador Pizza took
an order from him last night,

uh, for two large pepperoni
pizzas with extra cheese

and one small margherita.

Great, so one of our kidnappers
is a picky eater.

That narrows things.

I was able to sweet-talk
the clerk,

and I got
a delivery address, so.

Get Jason and Mike out there.

They're already on their way.

Got any more rabbits
you wanna pull out of your hat?

No, not yet, but, um...

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Your speech this morning...

was really lovely.

Did you mean what you said?

About keeping a good thing
going around here?

Because, sometimes,

new bosses like
to make things their own.

You want to know

if I'll be peeing
in all the appropriate corners?

Well, let's just say

I'll see what I can work with

and get rid of
what I can't.

I'm telling you,
this is a bad-karma situation.

That's what it is.

- Bennett is not "bad karma."
- Sure, she's bad karma!

What do you think--
I stabbed a granny

in one of my past lives
or something?

Probably.

I'm gonna buy some eggs, okay?

I'm gonna buy some eggs,
I'm gonna take 'em to Kemi,

and have her shaman the hell
out of this thing.

Will you just relax,
all right?

Look, Bennett did all
the right things this morning.

She did nothing right!
She did nothing right.

- She bought bagels!
- No, no.

The bagels sucked.

They were soft and pasty...

kind of like you.

I-I love the racisms with you,
bro, you know that,

but she basically admitted--

Bennett admitted
to riding our coattails.

Yeah, well,
you can still be effective

riding coattails.

Just ask Phil Jackson.

We do kinda have a Pippen-
Jordan thing going on, don't we?

Eh, it's more like Jordan
and Steve Kerr.

I'm offended.

- You started it!
- That's, like, worse--

- All right, Kerr's got rings!
- ...Than the bagels comment.

He's got rings
from hittin' threes

when no one
was guarding him.

Yeah, well, we're here, so...

don't miss, Steve.

All right, Pippen.

That's Madsen's ride
from this morning.

You good?

We good?

Yeah, we're clear.

No Carmen,
no Madsen,

and for damn sure,
no clue what they were moving.

You got gloves?

We need to get this thing
to the lab.

Why?

Well, it seems to me

like a weird color choice
for Madsen.

I think
there was a kid in here.

Hey.

I got something from Helen.

It's not more candy, is it?

She gave me a whole bag,

and I've stress-eaten, like,
all of it.

No, she pulled
a fingerprint off of that tablet

that Jason found.

Check your email.

"Maria Corby," age 10,

reported missing by
Cincinnati Police 72 hours ago.

Yeah, that small margherita
pizza, it was for her.

They kidnapped a kid
and a federal agent?

I spoke with, uh, Cincy PD.

Maria lives alone
with her mother,

but her father,
Ignacio Marchetti,

he fled the country

ahead of a warrant
for money laundering.

- Where to?
- Ecuador.

Yeah, it seems like his clients
are giving him safe harbor.

So the dad misses the kid,
hires Madsen to snatch her,

needs a way to move her,
and that's where Carmen fits in?

Yes. Uh, Maria's mother
is on a flight here.

- Where can I find Lt. Bennett?
- She's in her office.

This can't be good.

You must
really hate telephones.

So I have news.

Okay, I'm listening.

MPU's services
are no longer needed.

You can stand down.

Stand down? Why?

There's a little kid at risk.

I mean, I don't--
I don't know her,

but I'm pretty sure
she's scared out of her mind

and doesn't really care
whose jurisdiction this is.

Brass wants you
to back off.

What? Why? Hey!

I asked you a question.

Because the FBI
will not be extracting Carmen.

People above my pay grade

want to use the missing girl
to catch her father.

- What?
- Yeah.

The agents in Ecuador
will arrest Marchetti

when his daughter arrives.

You're using
a little girl as bait?

Her life
is in exponentially more danger

the moment
she leaves the country.

And you think
I don't know this?

I got an agent out there

who wants to give Madsen
what he needs,

expecting the cavalry
to show up.

But they're not showing up,
and I can't tell her that.

You want to be angry?

Imagine how I feel.

- Wait! Agent Kelly!
- I'm sorry.

Th-There's nothing more
I can do.

It's out of my hands.

She's on her own.

I know him.

Did he just say
Maria's on her own?

It's complicated.

You people
promised you'd help!

You can't just walk away.

This is my unit.

I don't care
what the FBI says.

I'm not walking away
from Maria.

You asked
if Maria left any devices

when she came home,
and she didn't,

but then I remembered
her battery was shot,

so she used my laptop.

All right, I'll grab Kemi,

see if she can figure out
what website she accessed.

I already did.

I checked the user history
and I found this--

That must be her login.

Yeah, but there's no password,

and, uh, I tried
all the ones I know about.

We share some for-for bills
and streaming accounts.

But did you pick 'em,
or did she?

She did. Why?

Well, because,
in Maria's line of work,

they don't really
write down passwords.

They all have a system,

a way to keep 'em siloed out,
but memorable.

She's a baseball fan.

She played shortstop
in high school back in Boston,

and she's obsessed
with the Red Sox.

Most of her passwords
are-are Red Sox players.

That's pretty smart.

A last name, a jersey number--

that usually works
for a password requirement.

But I tried all the Red Sox
players she uses.

- None of 'em worked.
- No, no, no, no.

That's-that's Maria's passwords,
not Carmen's.

Maria might be from Boston,
but Carmen is a Philly girl.

- You think the Phillies?
- Yeah.

You said
she played shortstop?

All right, try "Turner13"
with a capital "T".

It worked.

Attaboy, Trea.

Well, this can't be right.

There's no outgoing messages,
inbox is empty...

and the spam folder's full.

It's gotta be a dead account.

Damn it!

I can't lose her, man.

Isaiah, look,
I know this is brutal,

but I'm not
losing her either.

All right, sit tight.

Where are we going?

I don't know yet.

I thought you were with them.

No, sweetheart.
I'm stuck here, just like you.

I don't want
to be here anymore.

I want to go home.

That's why
we gotta stick together, okay?

Hey, Maria?

I promise, I'm not gonna
let anyone hurt you, okay?

All right, got the wire ready
to go through to your account.

Time to make it happen.

Okay.

I told you, I'm trying,
but a last-minute shipment

is a turn-off
for most of my connects.

Find someone,

or we walk away poorer...

all of us.

Okay, I-I know someone
who can help us.

I just, uh, I just pray
he's in town.

All right, so I went through
Carmen's email account,

and you were right--
it does look unused,

so I ran some search algos
through the spam folder,

but it was all legit trash,
if there is such a thing.

So nothing?

No, no, no.

Very much something.

I found a second "drafts" folder
buried all the way down here--

and voila.

And it's months' worth.

Why would you write
all those messages,

and not send them?

Because a sent email
can be traced,

but if someone,
like her handler,

had the account name
and password,

they could sign in,
read a message,

sign out,
and there's no digital trail.

Yeah, like
a virtual bulletin board?

You know, it'd have been nice

if Agent Kelly
would have mentioned this.

Well, there's one draft message

that was time-stamped
10 minutes ago.

"Maverick @ 1500"?

Got no clue what that means.

Well, maybe our case file
will explain it.

Agent Kelly pulled our access.

Yeah, well, Jason says
he has a workaround.

Let's go.

That should be good.

- What, you printed them out?
- Mm.

All of them?

Something about the FBI--

they like to keep you
on a string.

I don't like string,
I like paper.

Is there anything in there

that tells us what
"Maverick @ 1500" means?

I mean, 1500's gotta be 3:00.

We only got an hour.

Just-- would you just,
please, okay, don't rush me?

I'm trying to find it.

It's in here. It's in here.
It's somewhere.

It's in here.

Mm-hmm.

Bingo.

Okay, gimme, gimme--
gimme a minute.

You don't have
to make it like a thing.

Hey.

Hey.

So, um, I, uh,

I know a way I can get Carmen
and the kid,

but I need to know
that you got my back

and that you're not gonna
stick a knife into it.

So you've been avoiding me
all day,

and now you're just
coming in hot

and, quite frankly,
more than a little paranoid.

I know you, Bennett.

You want MPU to succeed

because it behooves you,
it looks good on your resume,

but this is not Homicide.

The faster you realize that,
the better.

- Is that a fact?
- We don't have time

to walk on eggshells
to get a conviction.

All right?

That's the difference
between a missing person

coming home or not.

All right? Look.
What I do, I need to know

that the person sitting there
is gonna own it.

All right? The woman
who sat there before you,

she understood that.

Okay, you're forgetting
the part

where the FBI said
to stay away.

You come in here
swinging from the chandeliers

with a loaded six-gun,

all our careers are screwed.

I don't care about that.
I don't care about the FBI.

I do not work for the FBI.

What's your plan?

So Carmen's draft message

was about a meetup at 3:00 p.m.

with a pilot
named Peter Wilson.

She's used him before.

They do business at a bar
called Wings & Tails.

So she's arranging

an introduction
between Madsen and the pilot?

Yup,
and I'm gonna take his place.

How do you plan on doing that?

What are we stopping
this guy for again?

To use his bike,
among other things.

"Among other things."

Yeah.

Can we do this fast?
I'm late for a meeting?

He's late for a meeting.
Be right back.

Was I speeding?

Probably.

You also ran
a stop sign back there.

Where?

I didn't see a stop sign.

Well, that's probably
why you missed it.

Look, you gonna write me
a ticket or what?

I told you I'm late.

We'll see.

What do we got?

We got
two unpaid speeding tickets.

There you go.

I'm contesting those tickets.

Yeah, well,
your record also shows

that you skipped out
on jury duty.

"Skipped out on jury duty"?

We've got
a real scofflaw here, huh?

- Yup.
- All right, Sergeant.

Well, unfortunately, we're gonna
have to impound this guy's bike.

- Are you serious?
- Hey.

Yup. So put your hands
behind your back.

Let's go.

You're really arresting me?

Well, no.
We're "detaining" you.

- There's a big difference.
- No, there isn't.

Come on. I'll-I'll--
We'll take care of your bike.

Yup.

Hey, be careful, will you?

- Oh, yeah.
- He'll be very careful.

Let's go.

We're on the clock, Carmen.

Would you relax?
He'll be here.

Carmen. Hey!

Been a while.

Last time I saw you
was at Isaiah's.

You'd just heard
about the baby.

- Peter.
- Yeah.

Yeah, you've lost weight
since then.

I hardly recognize you.

Yeah, thank you, I put down
the donuts, know what I mean?

- Mm.
- How you doing?

No? Okay.

- Carmen tells me you're the--
- Let's, uh...

second-to-last booth
on the end there.

Game on. Stay ready.

Copy that.

I'm 30 seconds out
if anything goes sideways.

What the hell's going on?

Will you just relax?

Okay, just sit back there

and think about the next time
you want to skip jury duty.

So, what's your drink?

Oh, no, no, no.
Um, not when I'm flying.

Peter's solid that way.

So I hear.

Walk me through it--
Philly to Ecuador--

what's your route?

We got two options.
Um, gonna need to refuel.

I'm running a load of, um...

none-of-your-business
through Jacksonville.

From there,
I can fly under the radar

to Cuba,
refuel there,

or we can pull up
another manifest to Veracruz.

Either way,
we end up in Ecuador.

Why two options?

'Cause Carmen hasn't told me
what I'm moving yet.

How long
have you known this guy?

Long enough that when I call,
he answers.

Look, I can
doctor the manifests,

and, between the two of us,

we can make sure your package
gets out of Philly unseen

and stays that way
until it lands in Ecuador.

I mean, you needed a Hail Mary--
this is it.

File the flight plan.

Get your plane ready.

We'll meet you in the airfield
in 30 minutes.

I'll get the cargo.

All right.

Who are you, really?

Besides someone who read my file
on Peter Wilson?

I'm Jason Grant.

I'm with the Philadelphia
Police Department.

Police?

Where's the Bureau?
Where's Kelly?

Your people want
the delivery to go down

so that they can nail the dad
in Ecuador.

- What?
- We think that that is stupid.

- They can't--
- That's what they're gonna do.

Okay?

So I need you to just hang tight

and let my people
deal with Maria.

No, no, no, no.
I-I can't bail.

If I bail,
Madsen is gonna get spooked,

and they're gonna kill the girl.

I am not leaving
until I know she's safe.

Guess I was hoping
you'd say that.

Um, I should not
leave him waiting,

and, uh, I'll meet you
out there, okay?

Okay.

Yeah?

Okay,
you're forgetting the part

where the FBI said
to stay away.

You come in here
swinging from the chandeliers

with a loaded six-gun,

all our careers
are screwed.

I don't care about that.

I don't care about the FBI.
I do not work for the FBI.

Miss Corby.
I'm Lieutenant Bennett.

I'm leading the search
for your daughter.

W-Where is she?

We have evidence that she is
in Philadelphia this morning.

I have a team
working on her location now.

I don't understand.

The people
who took your daughter

are trying to get her
out of the country.

South America.

Her father?

I knew it.

One day, he says
he has international investors,

and the next
he is begging us

to leave the country
with him.

I told him no.

Maria has a life here--
friends, school.

I thought
he would leave us alone.

This is all my fault.

No.

You were doing
what was best for Maria.

Those people he works for
are monsters.

Drugs. Weapons.

They are dangerous.

You cannot let him take her.

Please.

I promise you,

my people will do
whatever it takes

to bring your girl home.

Why isn't the plane ready?

It's ready.
I'm all fueled up.

Where's the cargo?

All right, bring her in.

It's a passenger.

Start the plane.

Okay.

All right, Mike,
we got-- we got a problem.

He's bringing the girl,

but he wants me
to start the plane.

What?

Madsen said start the engines.
How the hell do I do that?

Ask that guy
how to start this plane, please.

How do you start the engines?

Years of practice.

You know
how we found you, right?

Your little
side-hustle's cooked,

so if you want to stay out
of lockup, tell my boy

how to start the engines!

All right,
in the center of the console

is a switch
labeled "main power".

Hit that first.

Okay, I did that.

Next, you gotta turn on
the engine starters

one at a time,

to the left of the controls,

just below.

Now, the six yellow switches

starting with
"recog" to your left.

Okay.

You okay, sweetie?

I don't want to be here.

It's all gonna be okay, okay?
I promise.

Yeah.

I'll call you back.

Just do what I tell you.

- It's gonna be okay.
- Who the hell are you?

Whoa! What the hell?

I mean, really?

All right, Mike,
we got a problem.

I just spoke
to my contact in Ecuador.

There's no flight plan
or manifest for Peter's plane.

He's mistaken.

Mike, you need to move now.

Jay, if we move in right now,
he's gonna take the girl.

You don't roll now,
Carmen's dead, okay?

I'll buy us a minute.
Move now.

All right. Hey, hey!
Watch him.

Look, your people
have bad information.

Okay? You came to me.
I'm working for you, remember?

I-I did not ask for this.

I'm calling this off.

Plan B.

Just hold on, hold on.
Just hold on a second.

She's seen my face and yours.
I'm not gonna debate this.

Get in the van.

Maria, run for cover! Go!

She's getting away!

She's behind the car!

Yo! Over here.

Comin' in hot.
Hi. How ya doin'?

This isn't gonna cut it.

We don't have a lot of options.

- I'm gonna draw his fire.
- That's a terrible option!

- Don't miss.
- Don't do that.

Hey, hey, hey!

Out of the car, now!

Kill the engine!

Get out, now!

Get out.
On the ground.

Don't stop now.
You want to do the honors?

It's all yours.

Thank you.
Federal agent.

You're under arrest
for kidnapping.

Maybe someone
should go get the kid.

♪ Some days ♪

♪ It feels like
a wrecking ball ♪

♪ Swinging through
my rib cage ♪

♪ My rib cage ♪

♪ Some nights ♪

♪ I'm just a million
broken pieces singin' ♪

♪ On a stage ♪

It's right this way.

♪ Every day that I don't
hide myself away ♪

♪ To me ♪

♪ Is a tiny victory ♪

Mommy!

Maria? Oh!

Oh, baby, you're okay.

Oh! Oh.

You scared me half to death!

Thank God, you're okay.

I'm so sorry, baby.

Look. I know it's your job--

Not anymore.

What are you saying?

My bosses
aren't very happy about it,

but I don't care.

The MPU let me make the arrest,

which means "Carmen" has been
outed as an undercover.

So that means...?

From now until
when the baby arrives,

I will be driving a safe desk.

I love you.

Over there.

You kept my baby safe.

I will never be able
to repay you

for what you've done, Carmen.

Actually, it's Maria.

We're name twins, kiddo,
and we kept each other safe.

You know, your daughter
is, um, very brave.

This is for you...
so you'll remember me.

I won't need a doll for that,
but thank you.

Hey, Jason?

Can I talk to you for a sec?

Sure.

You weren't lying.

This is way better
than Homicide.

Care to toast
that little miracle

you just pulled off?

Work on our trust issues?

Yeah, I, um,
I gotta go walk a dog.

Okay, great. Fair enough.

Um, but just not before
I give you this.

What is this?

I just airdropped you

a voice memo
that I made earlier.

Okay.

You're forgetting the part

where the FBI said
to stay away.

You come in here
swinging from the chandeliers

with a loaded six-gun,
all our careers are screwed.

I don't care about that.

I don't care about the FBI.
I do not work for the FBI.

Okay. What's your plan?

You, uh, recorded me

saying that I was gonna ignore
a direct order from the FBI

to help our trust issues?

- Yes.
- Yeah?

Because, typical Jason,
it's not about you.

The FBI didn't give you
a direct order--

they gave me one,

and that recording
is me authorizing your plan

despite
that direct order.

I wanted you to have it.

What for?

Because you're right.

I took this job because
it looks good on a resume,

and it looks good on a resume

because you're the best--

all of you.

I said I wasn't looking
to disrupt a good thing,

and I meant it.

I need you to trust me,

and I know why you don't.

So, maybe you having
a little dirt on me...

...is a start.

That was good!

- It's funny to you?
- It's good.

I'm gonna delete it.

I deleted it.

Save the, uh, drinks.

Maybe we'll have a...
a toast tomorrow, okay?

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