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Bridget had failed to secure what her family pursued.

An engagement to a proper English gentleman.

Instead, she landed a job with him.

Look, lady, I'm fine. We can really talk on him. All right.

Call Judith.

Cargo is onward.

Where am I? Why is my foot chained to this bed?

What's going on?

Give me your hand.

I'm chained to the bed too, but it's going to be okay.

What's your name?

Ryan.

Ryan.

I'm Elizabeth.

Are you hurt?

No, I'm cold.

Is that a fitness tracker?

Let me see.

Turned on activity mode to activate the GPS.

Someone's going to find us.

Where are we?

What's going on?

I don't know, but take this. Rub it for good luck.

Belonged to my mother. Always kept me safe.

Glad you still share my affinity for clandestine meetings, Colin.

It's Ryan.

He's gone.

Someone took my boy, Christina. I know it. And everyone is telling me... Okay,

all right. Slow down.

You're stuck from the beginning.

Okay, I tucked him in last night, like I do every night.

This morning, when I went in his room, he was just... gone.

Any alarms go off?

No. Security camera?

Only in the front of the house.

How could I let this happen? I take every precaution.

My God, I'm CIA. How can I not in this line of work? Has anyone called with

ransom demand? Have there been any threats of any kind?

No. Have you or Lynn had an argument recently with Ryan?

No, no. Look, he's a good kid.

He's a bit of a homebody, really.

Well, it's nothing missing.

You see, police, they didn't find any fingerprints or signs of forced entry,

I can tell they think he ran away.

But he didn't take his cell phone. It makes no sense.

Look, I need somebody.

To do something.

That's when I thought of you and how you found Abu Jamal's son in Beirut.

All right.

I'll have my operatives sweep the house. If there's anything to be found, they

will find it.

Colin. You have to find him, Christina.

Promise me.

I promise you we will do everything we can.

I got nothing.

Find anything?

Looks like someone used a ladder.

Windows were wired in Ryan's room.

Security alarm jammed.

Nelson and Santana think it was a professional job.

Yeah, radio noise prevented the sensor signal from getting to the control

But if he was kidnapped, then how come there's no ransom demand?

I don't know.

But these pros you speak of are no match for me.

Fingers on keys.

Ah, very good. So Santana... sent pictures of all the evidence, and I

something that might be important. It's a letter to Ryan Grant from the National

Medical Database informing him of a breach of his medical records.

Remember that hack?

There were thousands of people who had their private medical data stolen and

sold to the highest bidder, right?

That's right. So I cross -referenced everybody affected by that hack with the

National Registry of Missing Persons, and... And you got a hit?

I got four hits, including Ryan Grant.

Now, you notice anything...

Unusual about these four people?

They have similar biological data.

It's almost as if they were looking for someone with a specific medical profile.

What do you mean, like looking for a match?

An organ donation.

We received the wire transfer. Thank you, Mr. Volkov. If you could just

here. Sign here at the bottom confirming we'll be receiving the remaining $3 .3

million balance upon completion of the procedure.

Miss Chapman, I didn't come to own 50 casinos across the globe without asking

questions.

Of course.

You say you are certain you can help my son.

How can you make such a promise?

I've been in transplantation medicine my entire career.

I can tell you one thing.

The system is broken.

Kids like Oliver, they spend years on a wait list, only to die without ever

having had the chance to live a normal life.

I came in, streamlined the process, cut the red tape, cut the bureaucracy.

My success rate is 100%. That's how I can make that promise to you and your

Thank you.

My son is everything to me. Of course.

Our concierge will show you to Oliver's suite. If you need anything, just call

or text the number you've been provided.

Thank you. Yes.

The HLA results.

Out of five, only one matched Oliver.

Good. Put the donor on a plane.

I'll set up with Dr. Ruiz.

These four people were specifically targeted for their organs.

So we know the why, but not the who. Most importantly, the where.

I've got a crazy idea.

I noticed this kid's got a phone that backs up to the cloud, and on there I

found some cardio data, which means he's got a fitness tracker that has GPS.

That's what he's still wearing it. Now, if I can decrypt that data and see where

he was last, then we have the where.

It'll take a second to narrow it down, but he's somewhere in Maryland.

I found them.

Thank God they're alive.

What about Ryan?

He's here.

Ryan. Wait, Ryan.

You hear me?

You're okay, kiddo.

Your dad sent me. I'm here to take you home.

They took Elizabeth.

You gotta find her.

Mill?

This generator's still warm. They must have just taken off on another jet.

There's not much chance for a description.

According to Ryan, they wore surgical masks.

Well, it looks like we're officially dealing with an organ trafficking ring.

Only we got here too late.

They already picked their donor.

They'll need Elizabeth.

Dad! What?

Well, somewhere there's a parent out there who still doesn't know where their

child is.

The clock is ticking.

Thank you. You saved my son's life.

It wasn't just us.

A girl named Elizabeth helped Ryan, too, right?

They took her, Dad.

She was nice, and she gave me her reign.

Jane's good luck. It's for me.

Do we know what they were after?

I think Ryan and the other victims were targeted for their organs.

You're kidding.

No.

All the victims were between 14 and 17.

The other kids said that Elizabeth was the oldest, maybe 17, 18.

No one named Elizabeth was reported missing.

We have no idea how to track her.

I might be able to help.

Last year, an asset with ISIS became sick.

The CIA procured a kidney for him on a dark website called TransplantTourist

.net. I've heard of that.

It's called the Red Market.

Like an eBay for organs?

Well, essentially.

But within the site, there's a highly encrypted area you'd miss if you didn't

know where to look for it.

It's for rich people with rare needs and the money to pay.

Serviced by an unscrupulous broker who operates in complete anonymity. So how

we find the broker? The FBI's on the case, but it'll be months before they

the evidence they need. I don't have months. I get hours at most.

All right, so I found your girl through the medical database hack.

Her name is Elizabeth Warner.

She's 17 years old. She has the same medical profile as the other four

Her last known address was at a group home for foster kids in Bethesda.

Group home.

That explains why she was never reported missing.

You and Santana go to the group home and see what you can find. Kilroy and I

will see if we can't track down the plane.

All right.

Miss Burton, I get this is difficult.

But if you can think of anything out of the ordinary, it could really help.

You notice anyone hanging around?

Watching the house?

No, nothing like that.

Why didn't you tell anyone Elizabeth was missing?

Look, I've got 15 at -risk kids here. It's impossible to keep an eye on all of

them every second.

Besides, Elizabeth never gets in trouble. She's either at school or

reading one of her spy novels.

They're about to turn 18 and age out of the system.

Sad truth is, the system just isn't set up to help kids like Elizabeth past a

certain age.

Maria?

Did something happen to Izzy? Is he okay? She promised to help me with my

homework. Why don't you go in the reading room, and I'll come and talk to

a bit.

Go on now.

Elizabeth is like a mom to them.

Even though her trauma was worse than most, she always put their needs first.

I should go and talk to them.

You'll let me know when you find her?

Of course.

Thank you.

You were a little bit hard on her, weren't you?

The only reason we discovered she was missing was because the son of a CIA

analyst was taken.

This girl, Elizabeth, she doesn't have anybody.

That's not true.

She got us.

I have wonderful news. We found a perfect match.

We can proceed as soon as the surgeon arrives.

I am relieved for my son.

But I'm not sure I would classify the death of another young person as

news.

True.

But did you know that 105 people die every second? The world's a brutal

Most of these deaths are senseless.

In this case, our donor was a young man who was killed in a motorcycle accident.

And while that is tragic,

For his family, perhaps they are comforted in knowing that their son

in vain.

By giving Oliver the chance to overcome the debilitating effects of his disease,

the young man becomes a hero.

While Oliver gets two healthy lungs and a new lease on life.

Why don't you share the news with your son?

The hangar was rented, tenant paid cash, but the plane belonged to a small

charter company.

Bennett Aviation.

Yeah, they filed a flight plan to a small airport in upstate New York and

that as their destination.

Passenger manifest?

Conveniently redacted, but I would bet dollars to ding -dongs that our girl is

on that plane.

I hear that the flight is less than an hour. Elizabeth could be anywhere by

Well, I could check traffic cams, private ambulatory services. I mean, not

better than nothing.

Digitos and Clavis isn't always the answer.

We need boots on the ground. Get Santana and Mills on a flight to New York.

Someone at that airport had to have seen something.

Dr. Reese is en route.

Keep her sedated until I give the word.

Hey, you can't be in here.

It's a private hangar. I just wanted to check today's arrivals. We haven't had

any, and who are you?

Nice watch.

That's what? Three years' salary for a guy who services birds for 15 bucks an

hour? It was a gift for my wife. You know the penalty for hating, abetting

trafficking?

Life without parole.

You know you're going to have to hide that watch someplace really

when you go to the pen.

Let's talk to the feds, shall we? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,

wait. Hold on a second.

I was just paid to no -lock the service for the plane into the system.

I had no idea that Cubano was a human trafficker.

Cubano? Yeah, and Boricua.

El hombre had an accent that any Spanish speaker would recognize in a second.

He traveled alone?

Just him and his leather bag.

No teenage girl?

No. Maybe she was in the earlier flight, but I wasn't on shift.

Earlier flight.

Cuba.

Home to some of the most talented doctors on the planet. And a medical bag

house calls. Second flight was the arrival of that transplant specialist.

How did he leave?

In a black town car. He was parked right up front and there was an envelope on

the seat.

We find the town car, we find the doctor.

And we find Elizabeth.

Oh.

Next time, think about why you're being asked to look the other way.

So, a flight came in from Venezuela which employs more Cuban doctors than

Havana. This has got to be our red market doctor.

Dr. Anton Ruiz.

Formerly renowned, currently disgraced surgeon.

Disgraced. Anyone going to these lengths would want the best doctor money could

buy. Not disgraced for surgical abilities. I'm sure he's a great

you know, for his illegal transplant shenanigans.

Well, I'll reach out to my local law enforcement contacts upstate to help

the town car, but that's going to take time.

Have you found anything on your organ donor website?

Yeah. I did some digging on transplanttourist .net, a site Colin

And so, basically, if you're rich and you need an organ, you place an ad here.

Broker gets back to you via encrypted message, and once the buyer's ability to

pay has been verified, the broker deletes the ad.

That's very clever.

In a disgusting, evil sort of way. All right.

They find their quote -unquote donors by cross -referencing the needs of the

buyers with patients from the stolen National Medical Database. That's how

found Ryan and Elizabeth.

Yeah, I mean, whoever this broker is, I mean, he knows that a high. I haven't

been able to track him, but I did manage to hack into his encrypted server.

Here, take a look.

Received your $2 million deposit. The organ should be available within 48

Yeah, that was sent to someone who needs a kidney 20 minutes ago. 48 hours isn't

a lot of time.

No, which means our broker is...

Looking for victims as we speak.

But we have access to the same data.

So if we can locate their next target, then we can intercept one of their

current operations and catch them in the act. No, I was thinking the same thing.

Hurry up, then. We don't have a lot of time.

Yeah.

I need you to schedule a pickup.

We found a match for our new client, a man named Ed Phillips.

Here, in New York.

Slightly different needle in a haystack.

This doctor could be anywhere.

Any word from her to kill Roy on the location of the town car?

No.

They're still working on identifying the next victim.

We're confused with her disgrace.

A special place in the hell for these bastards.

Seems like you're taking this case a little more personal than usual. You

telling me what's going on?

My sister, Callie, is an Arkham daughter.

I'm sorry, Miles. I didn't know.

Me neither.

Until after.

She was always so selfless.

Most people, they don't think about the end until it's too late.

They only think about themselves in the present.

But not Callie.

Sounds like she takes after you.

Six months ago, I got a letter from the LifeShare donut program.

Organ recipients, they write letters to the families of the person whose organ

they received.

And they want to meet you.

Yeah.

Looks like we found our next victim.

Right there in New York.

Ed Phillips, 45, single, mechanic. Which way? They'll definitely go after him.

We just need to get there first.

How do we do that?

Well, first we inject a subdermal tracking device in the victim that can't

detected. And we wait for our broker to send a kidnapping team as Santana waits

out of eyesight, ready to follow.

It just happened.

We've lost our signal.

We've lost our signal.

The tracking device just magically shorted out.

We need electricity from home.

They tased them. They tased them.

Santana, get in there now. On it.

Santana, do you have eyes on milk?

Guys, we have a problem.

Mills has been taken.

Any luck?

No. I hacked all the security cams in the area and came up empty.

I must have used the alley to avoid them.

Hart, go.

Perfect timing.

Yeah. Hold him until my agent arrives.

Thanks again.

Found the doctor?

Poughkeepsie's finest found him.

He's our best lead to find not only Mills, but Elizabeth.

Divert Santana. She'll be able to get a location off him ASAP.

Indeed. I have full confidence in her.

She has many hidden charms.

Please, officers, I'm late for an important procedure.

It's going to have to wait. It came from the boys in Washington.

Agent Santana?

That's right.

Joint terrorism task force will take it from here. Thank you, gentlemen.

Give them a passport out of Venezuela.

Some kind of foreign operative?

Something like that.

Thank you for your help. Appreciate it.

What is it all about? I have a patient on the... Dr. Ruiz, I presume.

Who are you?

Did she send you?

Why, yes, she did, but I don't think that my she is the same as your she.

What's in that envelope, huh? Why don't you give it to me?

Thank you.

You've got a big payday coming up, huh?

I can use your instructions.

Drive. Where are we going?

To see your patient.

Step on it.

You called?

Where is Dr. Ruiz?

Tried him several times. No answer. Must have his ringer off.

The tracker in his cell phone is headed towards his location.

Can't keep the kid sedated for much longer without risking serious

pneumonia. He's 20 minutes out.

It's happened.

What if the holdup?

Dr. Ruiz has had a slight delay. Should be arriving shortly. In the meantime, we

will ensure that Oliver is kept as... What do you mean, delay?

There's been a traffic jam.

How long?

Twenty minutes.

Mr. Volkov, I have worked with Dr. Ruiz in the past. Enough.

Do you think you are the first person to eye me as a mark, Miss Chapman?

Excuse me?

What will it take?

Give me a number.

This isn't a shakedown.

I was hoping it was.

I don't understand.

Because if there is an actual problem and my son doesn't get what he needs,

you will have an even bigger one.

I will shut down your entire operation.

Permanently.

Perfect for surgery. I'll check the labs on the new pair.

Ugh!

Elizabeth.

Wake up.

Come on.

You gotta get up.

No! Get away!

Get away! It's okay.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Hey, hey.

We're gonna hurt you.

Okay.

Who are you?

My name is Brian Mills.

I'm not gonna take you home.

I've got to figure a way out of here before someone comes looking.

There are only two exits.

The elevator and those sterile doors.

How do you know that?

Something I read.

Always case a room when you enter.

We're locked in down here.

Why am I here?

Why did they take us?

They wanted you for your organs.

You were the perfect match.

What happened to the rest of them? What about the others? There was a boy named

Ryan and... They're all safe.

In fact, it's because you helped Ryan we were able to get your name and find

you. But those men, there are more of them.

And they're not going to stop, okay? So I need you to tell me everything you

know about this place and who is coming for us.

We're in a basement.

Three cameras.

There.

There.

There.

But that one's the only one that blinks and moves.

The supply closet over there is unlocked.

They always come in pairs.

And the woman, she's in charge.

You are incredibly observant.

I move around a lot. It's the only way I know how to survive.

The elevator.

They have key cards to activate it.

You can't get up or down without one.

You said you would take me home.

I don't know what that means anymore.

But I want the chance to find out.

They're coming.

Go hide in the blood closet. What about you? Just go.

We got this.

Your men.

What happened?

Apparently the new patient is awake and attempting to escape.

You need to take care of her. Don't hurt the girl. We can't risk damaging her

lungs. Then ready the chopper.

The chopper? Why? Place is burnt.

This man clearly knows what we're doing here, so we're moving the operation to

Boston. What about Dr. Ruiz?

Free the money transfer.

If Ruiz turns up, tell him we no longer require services.

I'll call Dr.

Mendelsohn. He just got divorced again.

He'll do it for the right price.

and surgeon are now over.

You try anything again, I will turn you into the next donor. Do you understand?

That's good.

Get up.

We've had to change course. We're moving the operation to Boston.

No, absolutely not.

You told me Oliver is too ill to move. If you read my contract, I always have a

sick... Screw your contract!

The lungs and the doctor are going to Boston.

If you'd like to stay here and wait for another donor, that's fine by me.

Why is this place abandoned?

You need to tell me what you really know right now.

I've worked with Ms. Chapman before, but the other three times were in her

Boston facility.

They're on the move.

Santana, you find Mills?

No, but they're moving the operation to Boston.

But there's a helicopter here.

I'm going to set a location now.

All right, I sense it. Do not let that chopper leave before I can figure out

to get up there.

No problem. I'll just magically turn the weather into a snowpocalypse. But you

only get two more wishes, then I go back in the lamp. I'll get the ODNI to

cancel flight plans in the city so they won't be able to get clearance for

takeoff. You can do that? Santana, we need you to find any trail of

incriminating evidence on the Red Market Network.

I would, but it looks like they just deleted the hard drive.

They always think they do. Okay, I need you to unplug it immediately, and I need

you to listen very carefully. This is what you're going to do, all right?

What do you mean we can't take off?

We don't have clearance, ma 'am. All flights over the city have been

Not this one.

Matter of life or death.

What is wrong with her?

She's dying, and your son needs her lungs.

Just let me do my job.

Okay.

Okay, I got it. The red market.

You got the whole network?

Yeah.

Kilroy was here.

You're the one causing me all this trouble. What is the financial reward

playing God? The price tag on that girl's life. Spare me your sanctimony.

know how many hospitals and doctors play God every day?

Happens in every triage, the OR, the ER.

They don't save them.

You can justify it any way you want.

Bottom line, you're going to kill that girl. But I'm saving that boy.

Supply and demand, just the way the world works.

Do you think his father even cares about how the sausage is made? If he didn't

pay me, he'd find someone else to do it.

I didn't know.

I was just trying to save my son.

I didn't know what she was doing to these people.

I don't know how much time he has left.

So I'm going to go be with my son.

How you doing? You holding up?

I'm okay.

In fact, I'm glad it was me.

What? All this means it didn't have to happen to anyone else.

Most people only think about themselves, especially in survival mode.

They're pretty selfless, you know that?

Not to mention observant, persistent.

I think you'll do just fine in this line of work.

What line of work?

What's this?

Come on.

I want you to meet Elizabeth.

I've heard a lot about you.

I don't know how much there is to know.

I know what matters.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, Ryan.

Thank you.

For this.

I heard you might need a place to stay.

I'm not so sure I can afford it.

The CIA has an internship program.

You might be able to swing something if you're interested.

That sounds a heck of a lot cooler than working at the quick stop.

Come on.

Thank you for not giving up.

Just promise me you'll do the same thing, okay?

Hello. Hello.

I'm Ryan Miller.