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I am so sorry.

I am so sorry.

It's Brent Case. You know him?
-Yes, he's a good kid.

He's a friend of my son's in high school.
It's our little corner, Shreveport Island.

It's not an island.
You're not from here.

I know Ratchet City.
It's not an island.

It's not a joke,
man. It's like family.

All these kids went to school together.
Losing one hurts all of us.

Sorry, Kiki.

This one is personal. I
want this killer found today.

Go and check the footage
that's in the lobby. Let's go.

Go to her leaving.

She...she looks familiar. Right?

Do a facial
recognition. Get a name.

I appreciate you taking the time.

Is that Dylan?

Mr. Keegan.
-Come on.

I ain't not a kid anymore. Call me Gordon.

Gordon.

Still with the Army Criminal
Investigations Division?

No, I'm not enlisted anymore.
Moved back home a little while ago.

I'm actually here applying for a job.
-Really?

I'll put in a good word for you.
-That's not necessary.

No. My pleasure.
Army Brotherhood forever, right?

Yes, sir.
I appreciate it, sir.

Listen, Dylan, you were good friends
with Brett Pace in high school, right?

Yes. Best friends in
high school, actually.

But we lost touch over the years.

Why?
-I need to tell you something.

We're closed, darling.
I can look at it in the morning.

Eddie?

Casey?
-Yes.

What are you doing in the room?
-I...

Hello.

I need your help.
-With what?

IDs.
-Casey, I don't do that anymore.

Cops think I murdered someone.

Murdered?
-My best friend, Brent.

He was looking into something
for me, and I think he got killed for it.

I don't understand, but why did you run?
-I had to.

Whoever killed Brent might come after me.

Any time to clear my name.

I need a new identity and a social
security card to buy me that time.

I got you.

Everything oké?

Yes, sir, I just, had a leg cramp.

I used to get those leg cramps,
too, and I came back from the service.

How many tours?

Four. Three in Afghanistan.

I was there for the withdrawal, sir.

Did your...

issues go away?

Yes. Mostly.

Yes. PTSD can pop up anywhere,
you know. It's kind of like grief.

What are you doing here?
Would you like to come back?

I just came by because I wanted to apologize
if the department didn't offer you a job.

I don't blame them. They don't
want someone like me on the force.

You served your country.
They never have.

You're exactly the kind of
person we need on the force.

What kind of person is that?

Someone who hides when
he hears a car backfire?

No, a team player.
Knows how to take orders.

Brent's family want a private investigator
to hunt down the woman who killed him.

What do you think happened, sir?

Security footage shows there was a woman,
so we think it was a crime of passion.

Because I don't have the manpower
to go chasing her all over the country.

I told them to hire you.

Are you offering me a job, sir?

Technically the family's offering you a job,
but it'd be a good chance to prove yourself.

Show the department what
a gifted investigator you are.

When would I start?
-Right away.

She took a bus to El Paso, the driver
was getting her off at Durant, Oklahoma.

We'll start there.

I won't let you down, sir.
-I know you won't. You start tomorrow.

Thank you.

It's one bad thing.
I don't need the police at my door.

Understood.

Grace... Nillard.

Grace Nillard.

Be safe.
Don't get caught.

Right.
-Yes.

Oké. Thanks, Eddie.

Attention.

All bus passengers are reminded not to
leave any bag unattended in the station.

All bags left unattended will
be removed and destroyed.

Hello, there.
How you doing?

I'm looking for a woman.
Casey Cox.

You a cop?
-No.

It's just an interesting party.

Bus 382 Express Service to
Atlanta is now ready for boarding.

All passengers, please board.

Sorry. Excuse me.
-Is that...

Coach will make stops in Tulsa.
Members of Ben Burbank.

Oversigned bags must be closed.
Lower level.

I'm sorry.
Excuse me.

I'm a group.
-Excuse me.

Excuse me.

All passengers must now be on board.

Coming through.
Excuse me.

Excuse me. Coming through. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. I gotta get
through. Gotta get through.

Excuse me.

Gotta get through.
Excuse me.

Casey?

Put it away, guys.

Hello! Stop the bus!

Don't you hate rushing to get onto these
things? The good news is, you made it.

What's your name, dear?

Grace Newland.

Lucy. We're going to be thick as
thieves for the next 15 hours or so.

That was a quick trip.

Where were you gone for? Two hours?
-Six.

How could you miss her?

The cameras weren't operational and there
was no way to know what bus she was on.

You dropped the ball.

Strategic retreat was the place. My
mistake, it won't happen again, sir.

You should have stopped all the buses.

I'm not a cop. At one point I thought
I saw her, but she disappeared.

I have her picture, but the problem is I
don't really know what she looks like now.

I'll tell you what you
look like, a goofy amateur.

Don't test me.
-Guys, we're all part of the same team.

What's next?

I dig in, learn how she thinks, talk
to her family, friends, employers.

See if they offer any clues
about what she wants.

You're not going to find
anything we can't find.

Rollins, go wait in the car.
-What?

I'm tired of your voice.
Go.

Sorry. Sometimes he
doesn't play with others.

It's oké, sir.

Did you talk to the neighbors?
-Yes, they all love her.

She even left two months
advance rent for the landlord.

She didn't want to leave him in the lurch.
She's a super thoughtful sociopath.

And did you find out if
Brent and Casey were close?

Yes, Brent was here all the time.

Gives credence to the theory
that it was a crime of passion.

At this point, the evidence is so strong.

Her prints are all over the crime scene,
and his blood's all over her apartment.

If we could figure out the motive, it
would definitely help me track her down.

Yes, maybe she just snapped.

Like her father.

What happened to her father?
-He's a cop. He's on the take.

Committed suicide.
She found the body.

My God.
-Sorry.

I'm sorry.
-It's oké.

I'm sorry.
-It's oké.

I'm just having a nightmare.

Want to talk about it?
-It's oké.

Oké.

Appreciate the offer.

What brings you to Atlanta?

I'm headed home.

My daughter and my grandsons,

they relocated to Oklahoma,
and I helped her move. She...

She's looking for a
fresh start for her family.

What brings you to Atlanta?

I'm looking for a fresh start too.

When I got on this bus,
my soul was aching, and...

But now I...

I feel maybe we were fated to meet.

Maybe.

Well...

If you're looking to
settle down near Atlanta,

I live about two hours out of the city.

Small, beautiful town called Shady Grove.

Unless...

You have family you want to be close to.

No family.

Do you have any pictures
of those grandchildren?

I sure do.

Yes, here are my grandsons.

Rascals.
John and Joseph.

And... There's my
granddaughter, Laura.

She's gorgeous.

Yes, she is.

This was the night of her prom.

And you see the... The
cameo necklace there.

I gave it to her to wear that night.
It was my grandmother's.

You see that, the delicate wings
on the angel, the front there?

Yes, the inlay, it just, it
matched her dress perfectly.

Yes, it's lovely.

That was the last time I saw her.

She went missing two days later.

I'm so sorry.

Now it's been, two years she's been gone.

And the police say that she ran
away, but she would never do that.

My daughter...

My daughter can't stand
living in our house anymore.

The memory's just too much.

But I just keep thinking, I mean,
what if she, what if she comes back?

And we're not there.
-It's Lucy.

I pray every day that God
will bring her home safely to us.

But my daughter, she doesn't
believe in all that anymore.

I just...

I don't blame her.

Why would a righteous and loving God
stand by and allow murder and violence?

Allow criminals to escape justice.
Allow children to be stolen.

I understand your
doubts and your questions.

I pray on them often.

But I think...

Evil might be necessary
to truly understand God.

And I believe that...

People who do evil things will face
God's justice, even if we can't see it.

I'm not sure I believe in
our own justice system.

Let alone God's.

I wish there was something
I could do to help you.

That's very kind.

I often pray that...

That God will send someone to help her.

I just wish I knew if she was still alive.

This is me.
-You got my number and my address.

And I'm looking for a good renter.
You'll be welcome there. Always.

And if I don't see you...
I'm gonna keep you in my prayers.

I appreciate that.
More than you know.

Casey?

Hannah.

Are you oké?

I'm fine.

I spoke to the police. Why
do they think you killed Brent?

Because they have camera footage of me
leaving his house.

Covered in blood.
-What?

I think someone had him killed, Hannah.

I don't know.
-Why?

Last time I saw Brent, I told him
about my suspicions about Dad's death.

He was a reporter. He was intrigued.
He asked if he could do some digging.

And I think whatever it
is he found got him killed.

Casey, please don't dig all that up again.

When I found Dad, there
were signs of a struggle.

He didn't hang himself, Hannah.
-The autopsy says otherwise.

Then someone changed it.
I know what I saw.

Brent thought that maybe
someone Dad arrested killed him.

But then he called me and
said that he found something.

He told me to come to his apartment.

Brent!
But he was dead when I got there.

After I found Brent, I knew I had to
get whatever it was he found and get out.

I thought that maybe it was on
his laptop, but I couldn't find it.

And then I remembered where he
keeps his backup. I took the thumb drive.

They don't know that I have it... yet.

But whatever's on that
thumb drive is dangerous,

and that is why I need to stay far away.

The thumb drive, it was corrupted.

I don't have access to Brent's files.

Can you get it fixed?
-I'm trying.

What's that sound?
Where are you?

I'm at a park somewhere. Don't ask.
Less you know the better.

What are you using for money?
-It's the cash Dad gave me.

You're supposed to use that
for a questionable week in Cabo.

Not go on the run from the law.

Yes, too late for that.

Find a place to hide. And someone to
fix that thumb drive so you can prove it.

And... come home to us.

I love you.

Love you.

You were Casey's supervisor?

Yes, I oversaw Casey and all the
other social workers in this office.

Do you mind if I had a
quick look at a workspace?

Sure, it's just that desk right there.
-This one?

Ma'am, do you think Casey has PTSD?

Yes, if she did, she
worked hard to overcome it.

She spoke openly about her
father's death and she made

every effort to turn her pain
into power by helping others.

I think it's why she
became a social worker.

What's this?
-It's Casey.

She volunteered with inmates
transitioning back into the community.

She is a very special person.

I'm gonna hang on to this if that's oké.
-Sure, fine by me.

And ma'am, would you happen to
know where any of these men are today?

This is Keegan, leave a message.

Detective, I just learned Casey worked
with inmates at the end of their sentences.

I'm headed back to Durant right
now to speak with one of them.

I'm thinking maybe someone in that world
was able to furnish her with a new identity.

What are you doing?

I was just trying to get some air.

He can hardly breathe in here.

Yes, right.

Won't tell him, will you?

I don't need to.
He already knows.

He knows everything
even before you think it.

You know he doesn't love you.

Good.

Still up for a renter?

Divine timing.
-I won't overstay my welcome.

I will pay you on time.

And I won't be bothered to you.
-No, stop that. You are a prayer answered.

Welcome home, my dear girl.
Welcome home.

You want to see your room?
-Yes, I would love that.

And?
-Yes, aunt.

Got some great dinner on the stove.
-I can't wait for that.

Where can I find Eddie?

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

I'm Dylan Roberts, working with
the Shreveport Police Department.

Quick question for you.

Have you seen this woman?

Can't say I have.

Isn't that you?

Miss Casey.

She helped me with
my transition from prison.

God, I think someone so young could
help a broken-down old parolee like me.

But she did.

She saved my life.

And did you pay her back
by giving her a fake ID?

It's not my business anymore.

I'm a reform man.
And I haven't seen her in a long time.

What do you want with her?

She's a person of
interest in a murder case.

Oké, then there must be a misunderstanding.

Miss Casey, she doesn't take life.
She saves them.

These are security
cameras you have out front.

Can I see the footage?
-Those are dummy cameras.

I put them out there to
scare away the hoodlums.

Water.
-Thank you.

You've been with the force for a while?

No. I recently left the army.

Working for the victim's family
until I can secure a position.

A lot of places, they want
higher ex-cons or veterans.

I'm sure they talk a big game about
being all godly and alchemy, but...

secretly, inside, they're worried about
our emotions getting the best of us.

Yes, I've seen a lot
of that since I got back.

I bet.

People judge things
they have no concept of.

Like are you a decorated
veteran in their eyes,

or are you a mentally ill guy, one
step away from a nervous breakdown?

You know what's funny?

You're a former soldier
and I'm a former criminal.

And people are scared of both of us.

Have you talked to
anybody about your issues?

No. Not yet.

It's a shame.

Another lifetime.

That's Casey.

She could really help you out.

Thanks for your time.

Good luck.

Excuse me?
-I'll be right with you.

Do you ever repair corrupted thumb drives?
-Sorry, excuse me.

Simmons computer repair.
Can I put you on hold, please?

Thank you.

Sorry, what can I do for you?

Corrupted thumb drives,
do you ever repair them?

Sometimes. We can try.

Great.

You gonna answer it, or not?
-I don't think I should.

My grandson helps me with
repairs, and he's got the flue.

And my wife is on a
church retreat with her sister.

That seems like a lot for one person.
-Yep, it sure is.

Simmons computer repair?

What's your number? We will call you
right back with an update on your order.

Have a nice day.

Do you happen to be looking for work?

Matter of fact, I am.
-You're hired. What's your name?

Grace Newland.

Stan.
-Stan.

I'll call you back. Oké?
Thanks.

Hello, Simmons computer repair.

Can I help you?
-Hello.

I'm Dylan Roberts.
I'm an old friend at Brent Pace's.

His family hired me to find your sister.
I had a few questions.

I've already spoken to the police.
-Won't take long.

I'm just searching for the truth here.

May I come in?

Beautiful home.

I only have a few minutes, so...

You have kids?

Yes. One. Emma.

Saturday morning is reserved
for daddy time at the park.

When I was a kid, I had a
teddy bear just like that one.

Embarrassed to admit he
never left my side until I was...

Let's just say too old
to have a teddy bear.

Yes. Emma's quite attached.
Had it since she was born.

What was it you want to talk about?

May I?
-Yes.

Were Casey and Brent... dating?

If you were a good friend of
Brent's, wouldn't you know that?

Brent and I were great
friends in high school.

After I joined the army and he
left for college, we grew apart.

And now, I'd just really like to
help his family find some peace.

Casey would never hurt Brent.

They weren't dating, but
he was in love with her.

She didn't feel the same?

Casey has a hard time opening her heart
after everything that happened with dad.

I heard about that.
I'm sorry.

I think I've done enough talking.
I don't know where she is.

If Casey didn't hurt Brent,
please help me understand.

Why was she at Brent's house that day?

I don't know.
Brent was a reporter.

I think he was helping
her research something.

Research?

I'm not trying to trick you, Hannah.

I'm trying to figure
out who your sister is.

You want to know who she is?

She's the smartest person I know.

Our dad taught survival
training classes to cops,

but he always said Casey
was his best student.

She's a social worker who puts everyone
else first. She's completely selfless.

Sounds like an amazing person.

You have no idea.
-But I want to.

I want to hear her
side of the story. I do.

I'd like to help her.

If I can.

If that's true, then don't
just accept that she's guilty.

My sister was set up by someone.

If you want to help, keep digging.

You should probably know.
-Wait.

If you hear from Casey,

can you give her this?
It's my contact info.

Yes.

Hannah? Is everything oké?
-This guy just came to see me.

His name's Dylan Roberts, and he
says he's working for Brent's family.

You didn't tell him anything, did you?
-Of course not.

But he seems sincere.

I must be the same
guy from the bus station.

What guy?
-Never mind.

You can't trust him, oké?

Oké?
-Oké.

Oké. I love you.

The office is not the same without Brent.

He was a really good journalist.

I won't take up too much of your time.

I was just wondering what articles
Brent was working on before he passed.

He was working on two
or three different things.

Anything crime-related?

Maybe, probably.
Everything will be on his company laptop.

The department doesn't
have that listed in evidence.

I thought it might be in here.

No. He took that thing
absolutely everywhere with him.

He was paranoid with a capital P,
so he will have everything backed up.

He had it all on encrypted flash drives.

Encrypted flash drives. Does
he keep those in the office?

Would you?

What about Casey?
She ever been in here?

I'm pretty sure I overheard him on the
phone. Mentioned her name a couple times.

Probably should have asked more questions.

Anyway, can't go back in time, right?

You're really torn up about it.

Torn up about what?
-Have a nice day.

Yes, it's a done deal.
That's the murder weapon.

A deer hunter stiletto
with a five-inch blade?

It's an unusual weapon for
someone who doesn't hunt.

Where'd they find it?
-In a trash bin near his apartment.

She's smart. Why would she
drop it there knowing you'd find it?

She walked through blood and left her
fingerprints everywhere. She was in shock.

All due respect, sir.
Casey's 5'3, 5'4, maybe 115 pounds, max.

These are targeted precision staffs.
Trajectories down.

Like the killer was Brent's height.
Taller.

You'd think she was standing on the stairs.

That doesn't make sense.
-Stop trying to complicate things.

We know she did it.
We have the proof.

Do your job and find her.

Just out of curiosity.

I hope I'm not even stepping here, sir.
-No. Go ahead.

Why didn't you guys tell me Casey's
father trained cops in survival tactics?

Because it isn't relevant.

You don't think it explains why she's
been able to stay a step ahead of us?

It doesn't matter how she does it.
She's not some evil genius.

Have we looked at anyone else for this?

What if she was set up?
-This guy's too funny.

I appreciate you keeping
an open mind like that.

But I agree with Rollins on this.

Understood.

I'll stay on Casey.

Thank you.

I am so glad you're on this case.

You go way back with Brent and your
military experience will be a real help.

Did you find Casey yet?
-No, ma'am. Not yet.

I'm sorry.
-Don't be sorry.

I was really angry in the beginning,
but now...

I just want to talk to her.
I have so many questions.

We all do.

I thought I knew my Brent
better than anyone, but now...

I'm not so sure anymore.

I want to show you something.

The police gave me his cell phone.

He loved that girl.
And I never knew about it.

Never met her.

If it's any consolation, I don't tell
my mom about my love life either.

I know.
But...

Ever since Brent's dad
passed away, I was his person.

I thought we told each other everything.

Mrs. Pace, I know Brent
loved you more than anything.

Take his phone. It might be helpful too.

Yes. Thank you. It will be.

And one more thing.
Did they ever give you Brent's laptop?

No, they never mentioned it.

Laura was at the lake for a church
bonfire, and she disappeared.

No texts. No phone calls.

She vanished.

They dredged the lakes,
combed the woods, offered rewards.

Nothing.

Then...

Figured it was easier to blame it
on her by saying that she ran away.

And this is exactly how she left her room?

It's waiting for her.

She'll be back.

I know it.

I believe...

A force bigger than all of
us guides us on this earth.

I wish I had your fate.

You just have to open your heart.

You'll see.

There are signs everywhere.
-Signs?

Of what?

Of God sending us messages.

Oké. Can we get a second
hand one for cheaper?

I'll let you know.
Thank you so much.

I need to drop off my phone.
For repair.

I play in a police baseball league.

That's the ball that won
us the championship.

You gonna go to baseball?
-Not bad.

Football's really my sport, sir.

I'd love you to join the team.
Opposing figure like you.

You'd strike fear on the enemy's heart.

I can't do that.
Unless you're honest with me.

I heard that you went to Brent's work.

To see what he was
working on before he passed.

Are you having me followed, sir?
-No.

Friend of mine works
in security over there.

I just want you to know that you don't
have to hide anything like that from us.

To be honest, you guys
didn't really seem open

to looking at other
causes for Brent's death.

We just didn't want you to expend
energy that wasn't necessary.

We were looking out for you.

What'd you find out?

Nothing, really.

All the stories he was working
on for the paper weren't serious.

Anything else?
-No.

But I would like to see
Brent's laptop, if possible.

I requested it, but for some reason it
doesn't seem to be on the evidence list.

Maybe we didn't get it.
-I checked the house too.

Oké, I'll look into it.
Wallens looks after that kind of thing.

There's something else
that I would like to show you.

We would like to make it official,
that you are a member of the team.

My own detective ID, sir.

I don't know what to say.
-I see a home for you here.

And I'd like you to be my right-hand man.

Me? What about Rollins?
-Yes, he's a good man, but you know...

I need someone I can really trust.

And you don't think Rollins is trustworthy?

I think that's a
conversation for another day.

I'm having a game of poker on Friday.

Some guys coming by. Join us.

I appreciate the officer, but
I'm not much of a poker player.

No, that's even better then.

I just want you to meet the guys.

When I left the service...
I missed the brotherhood.

Maybe we can be that for you.

Yes.

Yes, I'd like that.

Atlanta.

What are you doing here?
-I need your help.

Brent's laptop is missing, and I think
Casey found his backup flash drive.

I need to know what's on it.
-I don't know where she is.

There's no time for games, Hannah.

I got a burner phone. Here's
the number. Tell her to call me.

Or tell her I'll be in Atlanta tomorrow if
she wants to speak in person. Her choice.

I hate that she has no
one to help her, but...

I don't know if I can trust you.
-I want to help.

But I really need some answers.

I have to talk to her.

Hannah, you can trust me.

Casey doesn't want me talking to anybody.

Believe me when I say you do
not want somebody else to find her.

Casey's supposed to
call me at 9 a.m. tomorrow.

From a park near downtown Atlanta.

I heard kids playing, and the
sound of a chime in the back ones.

Like... a clock tower, maybe.

You're doing the right thing.

But if you find her, maybe you
can convince her not to do this alone.

I'll do my best.

Hello?
-Dylan, you called?

Elise. Yes, I did.

I wanted to let you know
that Casey sent her sister

a package, and I managed
to track it to Atlanta.

Oké, good to hear.
-I'm heading down there as soon as possible.

Did you tell Detective Keegan?
-Not yet, ma'am, but I will.

Good work, Dylan. Thank you.

Thank you, ma'am.
We'll be in touch.

Take care.

Stan?

R.L. Dotson, you know much about her?
-Not too much.

She's married to Frank Dotson, who's

practically the unofficial
mayor of Shady Grove.

Yes, how so?
-He runs a small construction company.

Gives a lot of free labor for
community jobs and such.

I don't gossip, but if I did, R.L. is
rumored to have a bit of a drinking problem.

Two of them spend most
of their evenings at the bar.

People mostly feel bad for Frank.
Why'd you ask?

No reason.
Just came in earlier.

She's constantly dropping
her phone and busting it.

Thanks.

Bob. What's up?

No, the previous tenants
vacated that space.

I didn't see. Yes.

Sure. I'll let them go.

Oké, see you.

Looks like we have a new
tenant moving in next door.

Yes?
Yes.

Anyone you know?
-Who I went to high school with.

Yes.

Hello?
-What did you want to say?

Your sister wanted us to talk.

I want to meet in person.
-It's not happening.

Hannah said that you found
something at Brent's house.

I'm looking for Brent's
laptop. Did you take it?

No.

I know you took the flash drive.

Saw where it was taped to
the bottom of the cookie jar lid.

Oké, that's pretty smart.
I took it. But it's...

It's corrupted.

I can help with that.
-I bet you can.

I spoke with Brent's mom.

How's she holding up?

Not good.

She gave me his phone.

She really wants to meet you.

She wants to see me punished.

She has questions.

Oké? She knows Brent cared about you.

I have to go.
-Wait.

Don't hang up. Please, talk to me.

You can still clear your name, Casey.

Justice can be served?
You don't get it.

Cops said my father was being investigated
for bribery when he killed himself.

Why would they lie?

I don't know anything about that.

Oké. Brent was looking into
it and he found something.

And now he's dead.

Hold on. You think the
cops are involved in this?

I don't know.
But until I find out...

I can't come home.

Do you believe in God?

I...

I don't know.
-I do.

And I believe God wants me to help you.

Something isn't right
with this investigation.

Where are you?

Don't chase me.
-Don't run.

Casey, stop!

Can we just talk for a minute?

Hello?
-How could you send him to come find me?

Sorry, but you can trust him.

He seems to be the only
one who wants to help.

Hannah, we don't know him.

And now I'm scared.

I was just trying to
think what Dad would do.

He'd want you to get the
proof so you can come home.

I gotta go.

Dylan!

You seen Keegan?
-Can't say I have.

You'd be here.

What's going on?
-None of your business.

Is that Brent's laptop?

No, it's not Brent's laptop.
It's for another case, all right?

And it's none of your business.

I'm gonna make a fresh pot of coffee.
I'll get you some.

Take it black, right?
-Yes.

Sorry. What are you doing?
-Sorry, that was clumping.

I got it.

What are you gonna...
Can you grab some paper towels?

Use your shirt.

Idiot.

Oké, just go. Just back
away. Oké, go to your corner.

Clown.

Shouldn't have run.
Just wanted to talk.

Hannah told me to call.
What is it?

Does the name Meadows mean anything to you?

Yes, Sarah Meadows.
She ran the evidence room.

She's really close with our family.
She...

She helped my mom get
through my dad's death.

Why are you asking?

I think Brent spoke to her and she
gave him some incriminating information.

She must have moved
because I can't find her.

It's only you and Grandma
listed in his recent calls.

Grandma?
No, she's been dead for years.

It's got Grandma listed
under a local area code.

She lived in Kansas.
There is no way she's local.

It's gotta be her.
I'll call you tomorrow.

Leave a message.

Sarah, you don't know
me, but my name's Dylan

Roberts and I'm an old
friend of Brent Pace's.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Ms. Dodson?

Hello?

Can you please answer?

I'm here today to offer a $1,000 reward.

To anyone with information
about Laura Daly.

Now Laura is one of our own.

And it's time we bring her home.

I'm also asking every member of
the community to come together.

That we can find this young woman.

It's oké.

I'm sure you're curious about
what happened to Laura Daly.

Frank was real torn up about it.

We all were.

Do you see any children?
-No.

I don't pry, but my wife says
that Aurel can't get pregnant.

I stopped by the house to see Aurel
and give her an update on her repair.

That's some customer service.

Yes, I try.
But I heard a baby crying inside.

Maybe he has family in town.
-Looked empty. I was worried.

Well... he certainly wouldn't
leave a baby alone in his house.

I am.

That'd be crazy.

To be safe.

No more house calls.

Is this Sarah Meadows?
-Who wants to know?

It's Dylan Roberts. I'm working for the
Pace family investigating Brent's murder.

No one can know that you are talking to me.

I can protect you.

I should have said
something a long time ago.

But I was frightened.
-There's still time.

And now I am scared for Casey.
I have to do something.

Sarah.
I will help you.

You will be in danger.
-Don't worry about that.

Come tonight? 2-3-3-9 Willow. 20:00.

No one can know.
Do you understand?

Understood. I'll be there.

Miss Meadows?

Sarah, it's Dylan, Brent's friend.

Spoke on the phone?

Miss Meadows?

Sarah?

Miss Meadows, you oké?

Sarah.

Sarah.

911, what's your emergency?
-I'm reporting a murder.

2-3-3-9 Willow.

Sir?

Sir, please call me.
I'm sending help.

Daddy, what does this mean?

Casey.

This is a surprise.

You calling me?

Yes. I didn't know if you
met with Sarah Meadows.

I know she has important information.

First time I feel hopeful.

Could be my ticket home.

No, I haven't found her yet.

But I will.

Oké.

I was worried for you.

I wanted to make sure you were oké.

Yes.

The other day you asked me if I
believed in God because you did.

Why?

On my last tour... my whole
team was killed by an IED.

Everyone but me.

And when I got back,
they said I was a miracle.

Proof that God exists.

And I feel that. I do.
I honor that blessing.

God was looking out for me, I guess.

But the thing I struggle with...
and it's an ongoing struggle,

is what about my brothers?

Why wasn't he looking out for them?

I don't understand that either.

There's a woman here who,
whose granddaughter went missing.

And... She is still
filled with faith that...

that God's gonna save her.

That God's gonna send help.

Maybe he will.

Maybe he'll help you too, Casey.

Maybe.

Good night, Dylan. Just be safe.

Shady Grove.

Got a minute?
-Yes, what's up?

I have another lead on Casey and Georgia.

I'm heading out to Shady Grove.
-That's great.

Alright, how can we support you?

I was thinking on this one, I'll just have
the locals help me out if there's an issue.

I would... prefer it.

If you didn't do that.

This one's personal.

Brightwood's family. Just secure her,
bring her back here, that's the objective.

Yes, sir.

That's a nice vintage plane.

Yours?
-Yes, me and a friend.

Yes, we... kinda co-own it.

Is that your boat?
-Yes.

Boat and the Piper Cup.

A cop salary?

You'll have to tell me
how that works sometime.

Never had the gift for finances.

You haven't joined us officially.

But, when you do, we're
gonna see you week after week.

You'll see.

You'll be part of something special here.

Thank you.

Sure.

No, we do not do house calls.

I will let you know if we do.
Oké.

I tried to open up the
files on your thumb drive.

But the encryption algorithm
is way over my head.

I'm gonna give it to a computer
geek that used to work for me.

In the meantime, how about donuts?

Donuts?

Yes? I'll go get some.

No. You stay.
I'll get them. I'll be right back.

Oké.

Simmons computer repair.

He just stepped out.

Yes.

I will let him know.
You got it.

How can I help you?

You don't look like Stan.
-No, Grace.

Have we met before?

You look awfully familiar.

I don't think so. I'm not from around here.
-No. I guess I'm wrong.

My wife came in a few days
ago, dropped off her phone.

She broke it again. I'm here to pick
it up. It should be under a R.L. Dotson.

It is ready.
-Great.

Thank you.

Wait a minute.

I know where I've seen you before.

You were on my front
door camera the other day.

Yes, you were banging loudly
and putting your ear at the door.

I just came and dropped off her else phone.

I'm a man who values his privacy.
-Whose baby is that?

I have no idea what you're talking about.
-I got on my arm.

Don't come near me or my house again.

Oké?
-Hello, Frank.

How's business?
-Stan.

Busy.
-Good.

Will I see you in church on Sunday?
-I wouldn't miss it.

Well... it was nice meeting you, Grace.

Hey, Stanny.
Hang on to this one.

She really goes the extra mile.

Thanks, Frank. See you Sunday.
-Take care.

Someone there?

Listen, if you can hear
me, just please answer me.

Hello?

Help me, please.
-I'm here. I'm Grace. What's your name?

I'm Laura.

Laura Daley, help me, please.

Help me out of here.
Help me, please.

Oké. Just hold on. I'm gonna open it.

We're Miss Lucy. Come on.

Freeze! Drop it.
-No.

Do it now.
-No, Laura Daley.

Step out.
-Laura Daley, she's in the house.

She's in the...
Hands in the air.

You don't understand.
Laura Daley, she's... It's Laura.

Hands in the air.
Laura Daley, she's in the house.

I'm arresting you for attempted burglary.
-Are you not listening?

Laura Daley is inside the house.
She's trapped in the basement.

She's locked in a basement.
You need to get her out.

Laura Daley.
-Yes, she went missing two years ago.

Frank Datsun abducted her. You need to get
a search warrant. You need to go in there.

You'll see she's in there.

We searched the property
and there was no Laura Daley.

I think you're lying.
-What were you doing at Datsun's residence?

Laura Daley is in prison
in that man's house!

I talked to her.

She's in there.

Oké. Help me understand this.

You trespass onto a local
residence private property.

And now you're claiming he abducted a girl.

The more we go over and over and over this,

the more time Datsun have to move
Laura and her baby somewhere else.

Let's start over.

How long did you live in Durant?

I want my phone call.

I'm really sorry about all this, Mike.

I know you got better things
to do than listen to a crazy lady.

You're right about that.
You a good night, Frank.

Yes, you too. Drive safe?
-Yes.

I'll pay you back as soon
as we get to the house.

I can't thank you enough.
-No. What's going on, Grace?

I think Laura's being kept in that house.

And they don't believe me.
-Laura?

You think Laura's there?
-I do.

I think she's being kept in the basement.

My God.

You go on home and you wait for me.

I need to find out what's
really going on here.

Oké.

These are badge numbers.

Why would he hide two badge numbers?

Lucy?

To Grace. Hope this helps, my computer
geek did the best he could. Stan.

This is Brett Pace. I'm conducting this
interview September 14th, Shreveport Daily.

Can you please identify yourself?

My name is Sarah Meadows.

I worked as a clerk in the evidence room at
the Shreveport Police Station for 25 years.

And were you working for the police
at the time of Andrew Cox's suicide?

Detective Cox was
murdered. Plain and simple.

And you've known about this for some time?

Yes.

I was afraid they would kill me too.
-Why are you coming forward with this now?

I have stage 4 lung cancer.
Nothing scares me now.

And why would someone want Andy Cox dead?

He discovered that detectives
were shaking down businesses.

Hiding evidence for a price.

Hiding money.
-Do you know who was involved with this?

I'm reluctant to give you names

because some of them still
work at the department now.

What happened?

She wasn't there.
-That's not possible.

No, they found nothing.
She was never there.

They're lying. The cops are
covering for them. I'm sure of it.

Stop! Stop it now.

I know you meant but I just can't take this.

I think it's time that I
go live with my daughter.

Move on with my life. She's
right. It's just too fresh here.

I heard Laura's voice.

I heard her voice! You can't give up!
-You didn't!

Oké?

You didn't.

I think it's time that you just...

You get your own place too.

Maybe start putting down some roads.

Are you asking me to leave?

I just need some rest.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.

I know, dear.

I know.

Yes, this is Dylan.

This is Shady Girl, Petey.
We got your bolo this morning.

Your girl, Casey. We think she
goes by Grace Newland here.

Grace Newland?

She made bail last night,
so we had to let her go.

Who bailed her?
-A local resident.

Lucy Edwards.
-You got an address?

I can't thank you enough,
I'll never forget you.

Hello.

I need your help.

You got an address?

I've seen evil in Frank Dodson.

I know I should be clearing my name.

I can't walk away from this.

I think I can save this girl.

But I'm scared.

Help me make the right decision.

Just show me what to do.

Show me what to do.

I told you, don't send
a boy to do a man's job.

He sent the bolo out after
you explicitly told him not to.

Can't trust that kid.
-No, he's just a boy scout.

He's scared to break the rules.
For now.

Casey's busted in Shady
Grove, so we know where she's at.

I'll go get her.
-No.

No. I need you here.
I'm gonna go get her myself.

Hello there.
I'm looking for Grace Newland.

Are you the bad situation
that she was escaping from?

Because I am not afraid to exercise my
Second Amendment rights right on this porch.

No, ma'am. I'm private investigator working
with the Shreveport Police Department.

I'm here to help her.

You're too late.
She's gone.

Now look, my boss is on his way.

But I need to find her first.

Do you have any idea
where she might have gone?

She really believes that she
saw my granddaughter yesterday.

Where?

I can't even say it.

I don't think she'd do
something so reckless.

I haven't known her very long,
but that sounds very on brand.

Frank Dodson's house on Oak Street.
-Dodson?

Oké. Thank you, ma'am.

Tom, how's it going?
-Yes, we'll take the usual, please.

Casey, are you oké? You missed our call.
-I'm fine.

But I have to do something
and it could be dangerous.

Whatever it is, I trust you.

I believe in you.

That's what I should have
said every day since you left.

It might be a while
before we can talk again.

Oké?
-Oké.

I just want to be together.

Come on. We're celebrating.

Why don't you leave the bottle to it?

Celebrating what? We almost got caught.
-No.

No, we didn't.

Today was a test of our fortifications.

They didn't suspect the thing.
We passed.

They'll be back.

We gotta get rid of her.

Laurel.

Don't start thinking for yourself.
You know that never works out for you.

Now drink your beer.
-No.

Stop.

Stop.

I'm sorry.

Can't you see?

This is all coming together
exactly the way I said it would.

What do you mean?
-I mean...

I think it's time as soon as I go and find

ourselves another girl
to join our little family.

Damn it.

The front door camera's out again.

The wifi signal's always going in and out.
-I don't know.

I got a bad feeling about this show.

Pay the check.
-Are you serious?

Now.

Are you there?

I'm Grace. I'm here.
-Get away, please.

I'm here to get you out. Come on.

If he finds you here, he'll kill us.

I promise. He's not here now.
But we need to move. Oké?

My God. He's coming.

We have to move.
-I should check out a girl.

You always go to her.

I've to check.
-Stop being like that.

Stop!

Something's not right.
-He's been drinking.

You don't like it at all?
Do you want to hand me the baby?

You can do this. Come on.

Is that the baby crying? I'm going
down. Let see what is going on.

Where the hell do you think you're going?
Please don't hurt us. I'll go back.

Too late for that.

Who else is down here?

Run, Laura! Run!
Get out! Come on!

Laurel! Get my gun! You idiot! Come here!

How dare you to come into my home!

Dotson, let go of her!

Frank!

I'm not an idiot.

Are you oké?

You're oké.

My Laura!

You have a baby.
-Yes, Grandma.

She's a girl.
-My sweet Laura.

I knew you'd come home to me.

How do they find us?

God sent an angel to help.

Come on. My God.

She's still in the house,
holed up in the bedroom.

I recovered the weapon.

Yes, I'll stand by until they arrive.

Hello.

Grace Newland.

I don't know how you did it.

Girl went missing almost
two years, and you found her.

And now she gets to go home.

And Sarah?

Did you talk to her?

Oké, I meant to tell you before.

I went to Sarah's house.
She was dead when I got there.

They killed her.

I know you're upset, but we should
come in and figure this out together.

No, we can't now.

I watched her interview with Brent.
Not enough for a conviction.

We can work with the Shreveport police.
-We cannot trust them.

Sarah didn't name names.

She said that people right now working
in the police department that were corrupt.

What?
-Oké.

My dad hid this note in his watch.
He wrote down these numbers.

I looked them up, and they're badge IDs.
They belong to Keegan and Rollins.

That's who your dad was investigating.
-Exactly.

Keegan.

This is bigger than I thought.

I really need to make this right.

For my dad, for Sarah, and for Brent.

Casey, there's no time.

Keegan will be here any minute.
You have to go. Now.

Keep it safe.

Did you have her?
-No. She got lost in the chaos.

We did find a missing
person, but it wasn't Casey.

You've to explain to me how you
let her slip to your fingers again.

I'll find her.

We'll get our justice.

You can count on it.

Casey?
-Cross the street.

Thanks for having my bag.

We're going to help you.

I want justice.

We'll get it.

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