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- [mumbling]

[indistinct muttering]

- Ma'am, are you OK?

Oh, my God,
you must be freezing.

Here.
- Oh, no.

Thank you, angel.
My skin is on fire.

I can't cool down.

- Yeah.

OK.

I'm not prying.

But can I help you get
to a clinic or a meeting?

I've been there.

- Oh, so you were here,

and now you're there.

You're all dolled up with
that pretty necklace, right?

That must be nice, angel.

- There is a shelter
on Division.

They're good people.

So just think about getting
out of the cold, OK?

- Little angel's
scared of me.

- Sorry, sorry.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

No, you're fine.

Well, the park at night,

that's no place
for a woman alone.

- Thank you.
I'm actually not alone.

I'm waiting for my boyfriend.

- No, your boyfriend's
not there, Erin Bell.

He's right here!

- [crying out]

[intense music]

- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

♪

- What's wrong
with the teacher?

I thought you really liked her.

- Nothing. She's great.

I'm just easing
back into dating.

- That's not true.
What happened?

- She, uh,
corrected my grammar.

- What?
- Twice.

- Oh, my God.
- It might have been thrice.

- I can't wait to tell
Eva and Scola about this.

- Maggie.
- Yeah, Sean. What's up?

- You got a second?
- For NYPD? Yeah.

- It's about your sister, Erin.

- OK.

- You're an agent,
so it got flagged with me.

A missing persons call
came in at 7:15 this morning

from Erin's roommate.

- How does she know
she's missing

and not out partying,
phone died kind of thing?

- Roommate just said Erin
never came home last night.

Precinct in the neighborhood
was going to send out

a detective, get a full report.

But I thought, uh, you know--

I saw Erin's file.

- Yeah, no.
She's no stranger to trouble.

- I didn't want
to blindside you.

That's why I came up
to do this face-to-face.

- Thanks, Sean.
I appreciate it.

Can you text me
Erin's current address?

- Yeah, sure thing.
- Thanks.

Let Isobel know
I have a personal matter?

- I will call her from the car.

I'm coming with you.

- [sighs]
Straight to voicemail again.

- Ian ran her number.

Her phone's off.
We can't track it.

- My parents still
haven't heard from her.

- You think
she fell off the wagon?

- No, Mom said she's clean.

- Yeah, but she's still
dodging your calls.

- Well, can you blame her?

I accused her of relapsing,
and I was wrong.

- It's been two years, Maggie.

She has a long history
of letting you down

when all you've ever wanted
was to make sure she was OK.

- Listen, I said
some pretty awful things.

This one's on me.

It just sucks
because I've tried

to apologize so many times.

She wants nothing
to do with me.

[engine turns over]

- I already gave the cops
my statement.

- I know.

I need to hear it for myself.

Where'd you meet?

- Erin and I met through NA.

I heard it all.

- OK.
So you know her history.

Was Erin using again?

- Why is that
your first question?

- Because that affects
where I look for her.

And I need to find her.

Is she clean?

- Yeah, Erin's been good.

She just got
her three-year chip

and a promotion at work.

She started as an assistant.

And now she's managing
a new marketing campaign.

Girl is killing it.

- Good.

- When's the last time
you saw Erin?

- Last night, 7:30.

She had just been talking
nonstop to this guy

she met on Instagram
a couple months ago.

She was heading out to meet him
for the first time.

She was really excited.
- A couple of months.

Isn't that a little long
for the talking stage?

- You gotta earn her trust.

But once she warms up--

- She'll jump in
with both feet.

What was this guy's name?

- It's Marty, no last name.

She was supposed to text me
after he got there.

But she never did.
- Mm.

- Do you have any idea where
they were supposed to meet?

- Dunno.

But she would have checked in
if she wasn't coming home.

We always do.

I'm really worried.

Something's wrong.

- I agree.

Tell me everything you know
about this guy.

- All right, folks.
Listen up.

We got to work a 115
for one of our own.

Maggie's sister, Erin Bell,
is currently unaccounted for.

So we're going to take that
missing persons case from NYPD.

Now, according to her roommate,
Erin was last seen on her way

to an in-person meet with
an online paramour named Marty.

And nobody has heard
from her since.

So I want to know every detail
about this meet-cute.

- Yeah, we don't have
Erin's phone.

But we are
into her Instagram account.

I am pulling up
her DMs with Marty now.

- Yeah, OK.

Elise, you want to run
facial rec?

- Yep.
- OK.

These last messages confirm
that date with Marty.

They agreed to meet
at Domino Park at 8:00 PM.

- OK, we got a time and place.

You want to check
for pole cams?

- Copy.
- All right.

How are we doing with that ID?
- Yeah,

full name is Martin Camerino.

Got out of prison
three months ago.

His rap sheet makes "War
and Peace" look like a haiku--

grand theft auto,
armed robbery,

aggravated assault
against his ex-wife.

And he was accused
of stalking a woman in 2014.

Wasn't enough evidence
to make it stick.

- Call me judgmental,
but this guy doesn't seem

like a real catch.

- He didn't lead with that.

A week after he got released,
Marty made a comment

on one of Erin's posts
about sobriety.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He is a fellow addict.

And it looks like
he's using that as an angle.

- But nothing
in his history suggests

Camerino has addiction issues.

- No?

- But he heavily implied
he did.

They exchanged a few more.

Then Marty slides
into Erin's DMs.

They click, fast.

- So Marty studied Erin online,

says what he has to
to establish a bond

and get her
to lower her defenses.

These are the DMs?

- Yeah, he definitely got her
to open up.

Pressed her about recovery,
her dating life, her family.

And Erin...

said some pretty rough stuff
about Maggie.

I don't know if I should
be reading this.

- No, it's fine.

We're not prying or judging.

We're just looking for Erin.

Were we able
to get confirmation

that she and Marty actually met
up in the park like planned?

- Well,
we got pole cam footage.

Here's Erin entering
Domino Park at 7:58 PM.

- OK. Any hits on Marty?

- No, no,
Domino only has cameras

on the south side of the park.

He didn't enter there.

And Erin didn't leave
the way she came in.

- Right, so no way to know if
she left of her own volition.

All right, I think it's time
we had a little chat

with Martin Camerino.

♪ ♪

- Where were you
last night, Marty?

- You accusing me of something?

- I'm asking you
where you were.

- I guess I'm asking,
what does that matter?

- Erin Bell.

Where is she?

- Who?

- Not the day
to play dumb with me.

What did you want with her?

Is it about drugs?

- I'm telling you,
I don't know who

or what you're talking about.

- All right.
You need to stop lying to us.

We have all of your messages
with her.

You guys have been talking
for months.

And last someone saw her,
she was headed

to Brooklyn to meet you.

So where is she?

- What messages?

No, you got the wrong guy.

- So that's not you?

[tense music]

- No way.

Is that--
no, they stole my face.

This is some AI crap.

- No, that is not AI.

Our techs can tell
the difference.

You want to clear your name?

Why don't you tell us
where that photo was taken?

♪ ♪

- OK, yeah.

Those ugly-ass drapes, this is
the halfway house in Bed-Stuy

I was at right out of prison.

Place was full of psychos.

One of them must have
taken this picture.

- I'm not buying that.

Your name, your photo,
and your halfway house?

Just admit it.

You lured Erin Bell
to Domino Park last night--

- No, I was
nowhere near Brooklyn.

- Then where were you?

- It doesn't matter.
- It matters!

Erin Bell is my sister,
and she is missing.

Believe me when I say

I will rip your life apart.

♪ ♪

- OK.

Damn it.

I was in Chelsea.

- Doing what?
- Boosting a car, OK?

Red Audi.

It's down at the shop
I'm working at.

So hit me with that.

But I promise,

I got nothing to do
with your sister.

- Newest Audi models'
built-in cameras

have continuous recording.

We pulled the footage
from the car in Marty's shop.

It confirms he was acquiring
the Audi from Chelsea

when Erin disappeared.

- Well, what about his phone?

- It doesn't match
the burner connected

to the Instagram account
Erin was communicating with.

- OK.
So someone cat-fished Erin.

Who had access to Marty's photo
from the halfway house?

- I'm working on a script here

that I hope will help
narrow it down.

So Instagram crops profile pics
to fit their specs.

However, the app stores
the full root image

that you upload
in a compressed format.

- So you're hoping
the original file

will paint a fuller picture.

- That's the idea.

And thanks to a subpoena,
we now have that root file.

Decompressing it.

- You see that?

- Yeah, the reflection.
- Yeah.

- It could be the photographer.
Can we get an ID off that?

- I just gotta remove
the grain first,

up the contrast.

♪ ♪

- That's Ray Distefano.

He got out of prison
a few months ago.

- You think he has your sister?

- I need his last known address
right now.

- Ray Distefano is
a serial slasher.

He stalks and disfigures women.

And Maggie Bell has
put him away

twice in the last 13 years.

Somewhere along the line,
he developed

an obsession with her.

Now he is the prime suspect

in the disappearance
of Erin Bell.

Now, Maggie and OA are already
en route to Distefano's place.

But I want to know his every
movement since his release.

Where is his parole officer?

- His PO is Mike Waldron.

I've been calling,
but no answer yet.

- All right.
Well, keep trying.

How the hell did someone
as high risk as Distefano

even get released from prison?

- Well, it looks like
he snitched on his cellmate.

- Was the judge not aware
that the last time

he cooperated in a case,

he made a direct threat
to Maggie Bell?

- Yeah, he was.

Recommended
Distefano be confined

to a zero-tolerance
halfway house for eight months,

where he crossed
with Marty Camerino.

- But he was released early
from that halfway house?

- Yeah, a month ago.
- How?

- Well, the Bureau
of Prisons outsources

its halfway house management
to private companies.

They can get BOP approval
to kick inmates out early

just by citing
an overcrowding issue.

- You'd think nothing would
surprise me at this point.

Anything
from the parole officer?

- No, and I've called
four times.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Maggie!
- What?

That's Mike Waldron.

That's Distefano's
parole officer.

He was keeping me updated
since Distefano's release.

OA, this doesn't make sense.

Distefano doesn't kill.

- Then why cross that line now?

- Something's
obviously changed.

He'll do whatever it takes
to get to me now.

[phone buzzes]

[woman crying]

- What is it?

- Maggie! Maggie!

[crying]

Please help me! Please!

- Maggie!

Maggie!

- Distefano will not
get away with this.

We're gonna find Erin.

Do we have any idea
where this location could be?

- There's no
distinguishing features.

- He picked it
because it's generic.

He's being careful.
- Very.

The MP4 file itself is
scrubbed of all metadata.

And he spoofed the cell phone
that texted the video.

I'm in the process
of a workaround.

- I can't get over
the timing of that text.

It was perfect.

We'd only been inside
his place a minute.

- You think he was watching.

- We checked the perimeter.

We swept inside
and outside for cameras.

- He had to have been close.

He waited until we were inside.

And then he waited
until we found out

that Erin wasn't there.

- You're right.

I pulled a tower dump
from the nearest cell site

to Distefano's apartment,
matched the cell pings

to the time of the text.

You see that dot there?

The cell phone that texted this
video was just down the street.

He was watching.

- Well, can we use this to find
the phone's location now?

- Yeah.

OK, looks like
he's heading southbound.

My guess, he's on the C train
to Brooklyn.

- OK, we're gonna follow him
to Erin.

- Wait, Maggie. Hang back.

OA, you grab Jubal.

He's gonna ride along
with you on this one.

- I got you.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Maggie!

Maggie!

- You see that necklace
she's wearing?

♪ ♪

That was
in the display window

of a jewelry store in Muncie.

Erin would make us stop by
every time we passed.

And she would beg my dad.

He, um...

whatever.

[sighs]

I used all of my money

from bagging groceries
at the Pay Less.

I bought it for her,
her 13th birthday.

- You're a good sister, Maggie.

- If I was more in her life,

there's no way Distefano
would have been able

to get his claws into her.

- You can still fix this
when we find her.

Erin has the necklace on.

I know
that she wants that, too.

- OK, I understand
why you benched me.

I can't just sit here and wait.

- Maggie,
who said that you were benched?

Distefano is trying
to get into your head.

I need you to get into his.

♪ ♪

- Ray Distefano is a sadist
who likes to mark women.

Killing has always
repulsed him.

- Right, what's the point
of scarring your victims

if they're not walking around,
a constant reminder

of the power you had over them?

- Right, but he's escalated
to murder.

And that doesn't fit
his profile.

- Show me.

- This is Mike Waldron,
his parole officer.

- Mm-hmm.
- We found him dead

in Distefano's apartment.

Time of death was around
6:00 PM yesterday.

Mike didn't have
a check-in scheduled.

This was a random drop-in.

So the working theory
is that he came

into Distefano's apartment
and he surprised him.

But he saw all of Erin's
surveillance photos.

- And reacted in desperation
to protect his mission.

Male victim.
Disorganization of the scene.

Masked, not staged.
The wounds are haphazard.

Murdering Waldron
wasn't part of his plan.

- Is he going to kill
my sister?

♪ ♪

- All right, Maggie.

Let's focus on what we do know.

Hmm?

This is between you and him.

The question is why.

♪ ♪

- I'm the one that
put him away.

He's been obsessed with me
for 13 years.

- Disproportionate response.

- Last year
when he was in prison,

he helped me
with an investigation.

- Mm-hmm.

- He negotiated a furlough

to see his father,
who was dying.

But his father died
before he could see him.

And I know
he blames me for that.

- Misplaced sorrow
could be a factor--

- I don't care
about his feelings, Peter.

I need you to figure out,

where is he holding Erin?

- Prolonged captivity
has never been

part of his MO.

Likely someplace
he has full control

where he feels safe.

It won't be random,
may have sentimental value.

- He doesn't have
any attachments.

He has no friends, no siblings.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, father's passed.
The mother?

- Nothing to do with him.
She left them a long time ago.

- There's got to be something.

♪ ♪

- Uh, hold on a second.

The father had a brownstone.

It's in the obituary.

♪ ♪

128th Street.

I mean, we could be there
in 20 minutes.

You still have your .38
in your glove box?

- Hell, you bet I do.

- Isobel,
I think we got a lead.

- Yeah, so do we.

Jubal and OA are
closing in on Distefano.

- Ian, do we have a hit
on Distefano's phone?

- The ping is slowing down.

Looks like he's off the train
and aboveground

just half a block ahead of you.

- There's a lot of people
out here, Ian.

Can you be more specific?

- Looks like
he just turned north

onto the east side
of Nostrand.

♪ ♪

- Jubal?
- Yeah.

- Blue hoodie, build matching
Distefano's description.

- All right.
Let's not spook him.

♪ ♪

- I think we should wait
for SWAT.

- We don't have time.

My sister could be in here.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- Oh, we're foregoing
the warrant, too.

- Exigent circumstances.

♪ ♪

- You're not going
in there alone.

- Stay behind me.

♪ ♪

- He made us.

[honking]

- The suspect made
our surveillance.

He's heading south on Nostrand!

- FBI, stop!

- He's taking a right
on St. Marks!

Out of the way!
- SWAT, move in!

♪ ♪

Hey!

♪ ♪

- Put your hands in the air!
Put 'em up, right now!

♪ ♪

- Drop the bag!

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Lose the hood.
Turn around slowly.

♪ ♪

It's not him.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- No one's been in here
a while.

I'll handle the basement.

♪ ♪

- Why were you running from us?

- I wasn't.

I'm just running late
for the gym.

- Where's Ray Distefano?

- Who?

- This guy.

- That dude?

Yeah.

He shoulder-checked me
on the street earlier.

I told him I'd beat his ass
if he didn't step off.

But I didn't do anything.

♪ ♪

- Is this your phone?
- No.

- Distefano must have
slipped it into the bag

to throw us off the trail.

♪ ♪

[blow lands]
- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Help me!

[crying]

Maggie!

Help me!

[phone buzzing]
Maggie, help me!

Please!

[crying]

Maggie!

- Peter?

- [shushing]

- Help me!

- Don't fight it, Maggie.
- Please!

- Don't fight it.

There you go.

- All right,
it has been hours

since Distefano abducted Maggie
from his father's brownstone.

We have every agency in the
tri-state area aiding us.

Please tell me
we have something.

- Um, not yet, but let's walk
through it again.

- Yeah, uh, Distefano left
Maggie's cell at the scene--

there's no use tracking.

- And he knocked Peter Olsen
unconscious,

so no witness to her abduction.

- Yeah, no footage.

The brownstone's in
a blind spot

for pole and traffic cams.

Distefano moved Maggie
from the area quickly,

so he's likely in a vehicle.

If we knew what he was driving,

we might be able to pull it from
the surrounding areas,

but so far, nothing.
- Right.

And, uh, nothing
from the crime scene.

- One possible lead.
ERT found a unique substance

from the brownstone.

Lab's doing a full chemical
analysis to identify it,

but it's a process
and a longshot.

- All right, every major news
outlet has picked up this story,

so we have the power
of the public behind us.

What--what about the tip line?

Has that yielded anything yet?
- Nothing credible,

but our field team
is tracking down every lead

that's been called in.

- What is going on, guys?

I've combed through every place
Distefano has lived and worked--

where is Maggie?
- Conference room. Now.

- Dig deep. Get creative.
We're gonna find her.

- Where else
could he be holding her?

Are we sure
that his father doesn't have

any other properties?
- No. No, we triple-checked

his estate
through the probate court.

There is nothing there.
- That's not good enough, Jubal.

My partner is missing.
We have to look everywhere.

Think what Maggie would do
if it was me.

- What about Distefano's mother?

- Estranged mother,
according to her.

She owns a consignment shop
in Yonkers.

Local PD talked to her.

No sign
Distefano has shown up there,

but we posted a unit
down the block in case he does.

- I don't have time for that.

No one knows this guy
like Maggie.

We have to think like her.

- You're right.

With me. Now.

- Jubal?
- Yeah.

- Chemical analysis
from the scene

of Maggie's abduction landed.

The gritty substance ERT found
was deicing salt

treated with beet brine.

- Beet brine?

- Yeah, mixing rock salt
with beet brine

is a new method
of treating icy roads.

Lowers the freezing point
of the ice--well, water--

- So if the substance
did come from Distefano,

like, from his shoes
or whatever, then maybe

it originated in the place that
he's holding Maggie and Erin.

- Only two counties in
the Greater New York metro area

have pilot programs
deploying beet brine,

Sullivan County
and Dutchess County.

- It narrows it down,
but it still gives us,

like, 2,000 square miles
to search.

- No, it's something.
Keep digging. Go, go, go.

- The trail has run cold.

Now, you helped Maggie
catch Distefano once.

What are we missing here,
Peter?

- I've been poring
over Distefano's file.

He's organized,
highly intelligent.

I believe he counted
on Maggie being relentless.

He planned to send your team
on a wild goose chase

to lure her in alone.

But I was there.

I was a surprise.

- Same as his parole officer.

But he didn't kill you.

- Precisely.
But why?

He took pleasure
in his first kill,

perhaps lost control
in the act.

Now, that's confronting
to a man like Distefano,

whose pathology is
rooted in control.

He didn't want to go there,

so he let me live
to stick to his plan,

his eyes on his prize.

- Maggie.
- Yes.

His obsession with Maggie
is absolute.

But exploiting Erin,
it's not about reciprocation.

It's about vengeance,
uh, regaining his power.

Maggie worked with Distefano
last year

when he was in prison.

- Yeah, the copycat case.

- What exactly did she do?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[chains rattle]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

[grunts]

♪ ♪

Come on.

[squeaking]

[door bangs]

You son of a bitch!

- Maggie Bell. No pleasantries?

That's frustrating, huh?
I know.

I wore the cuffs last time.

- You wanted me.
You got me.

Let my sister go.

- I knew you'd say that.

You got a savior complex.
You know that?

Erin thinks so, too.
She told me.

Well, she didn't
exactly tell me.

That was between her
and, uh, Marty.

- Where is she?
- I wasn't finished.

I see you, Maggie Bell.

I understand you.

I think being a hero
makes you feel powerful.

Gives you a little vibration
all up and down, right?

Yeah,
'cause it's all about you.

And deep down,
you don't care about anyone.

- That's not true.

- You are a liar, Maggie.

And you know how I know?

You told me that the gift
I gave you had healed.

But I checked.

I'm still there.

- What do you want?

- Maybe I want to cut you,

give you a scar
that you can't hide,

can't pretend.

Or maybe that wouldn't be
enough, Maggie.

Hmm? What would do it?

- You know what you want.

You've been sitting
in your cell,

staring at the ceiling,
thinking about me.

So just tell me what you want,

and I'll do it, OK?

I'll play your game.

- This is not a game, Maggie.

This is a reckoning.

You betrayed what we had.

You betrayed me!

- So this is about your father.

- I asked you for one thing
in return, one small thing.

I wanted to see my father
before he died.

And you said, OK, Ray.

OK.

And I helped you.

I helped you.

But you didn't hold up your end
of the bargain, did you?

- I didn't lie to you.

- You did, by omission.

And I need you to own up
to that right now, Maggie!

You need to apologize to me.

You do that, and I will let
your sweet Erin go.

♪ ♪

- I didn't tell you
that your father died

before we made our deal.

I kept it to myself till
I got the information I needed

to find that other woman.

I used you.

And it was unkind.

And I'm sorry.

- Ah.

♪ ♪

I don't believe you.

♪ ♪

- It is possible that,
in Distefano's eyes,

Maggie violated their bond
when she failed

to make good on their deal.

He never got to say goodbye
to his father.

If that is the wound that's
driving Distefano's escalation,

then the father could be
at the heart of it.

We need to get
inside that relationship.

- And since speaking with
Lou Distefano isn't an option--

- Right, Kelly,
you want to pull Distefano's

mom's address in Yonkers?

You and OA want to go down
and talk to her together?

- You bet.
- Great.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I did what you wanted.

I meant every word
of what I just said.

- I'm having a little trouble
trusting you, Maggie.

I can't tell
if you really feel it.

Maybe you don't really want
to save your sister, hmm?

Maybe Erin's right.

She's just a burden to you?

- I never said that.

- No, but that's how
you made her feel,

like an embarrassment.

You came right out
and said it, embarrassment.

She remembers.

She knows how you see her--
weak and pathetic!

You tell yourself you love her.

But you just make her
doubt herself.

Maggie, do you know
what she told Marty?

She said she didn't think
she could stay clean

with you in her life
'cause it was too much,

the pressure
not to let you down!

- Stop.
- You stop!

You stop pretending.

You don't love Erin because
she's not strong like you.

- That's not true!

- No?
- No, it's not!

She scares me, OK?

She scares me
because I can't control her

and I can't fix her.

And if I can't fix her,

then I can't protect her.

And it's all I've ever
wanted to do.

♪ ♪

I love her more than anything.

She's all I have.

Please let her go.
Please!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

What I did was wrong.

Come on.

I can't do more!

[somber music]

- Oh, Maggie.

Yes.

♪ ♪

- [whimpers]
- Look at me.

This is how we rebuild trust--

honesty

and accountability.

Hmm?

And now
we can move forward

together.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- [groaning]

[both grunting]

[gasping]

♪ ♪

- Erin?

Erin?

[breathing heavily]

OK.

♪ ♪

[grunts]

- Is there anything that
you can tell us, Ms. Squiteri,

about Ray,
his father's relationship,

any biographical details
that could help us locate

where he is holding my partner?

- Ray was 12 when I left.

I don't know
how helpful I can be.

- Did Lou do that to you,
your husband?

- [chuckles]

Among others. Forget-me-nots.

He gave one to Ray, too,

a reminder of who was
in charge, I suppose.

- But Ray idolized
his father, no?

- Oh, to say the least.

His father was
the world to him.

There was no daylight
between those two,

certainly no room for me.

But it wasn't right.

A man shouldn't raise
his son like that.

- Raise him how?

- He was training Ray.

- Training him for violence?

- How was he training your son?

- [scoffs]
Every day, little things.

Survival strategies.

Oh, and he'd take him
to these--

these camps up in the woods.

Knives, axes.

Ray loved it.

He'd come home all puffed up.

- Helen, do you remember
the names of these camps?

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Erin!

Erin!

[gasping]

♪ ♪

- Maggie!

Maggie?

♪ ♪

Maggie Bell!

♪ ♪

- All right, people. Listen up.
We've got a lifeline.

Ray Distefano's father took him
to survivalist camps upstate,

a company called
Natural Selection.

We think he may be holding
Maggie and Erin there

at one of the old campgrounds.

Now, OA and Peter Olsen
are headed north now.

But we need to point them
to a specific site.

So let's talk
about this company.

- Right, Natural Selection.
- Yeah.

- It went under in 2003

after allegations
of child abuse at the camps.

- Great, so where are
these campgrounds?

- Uh, yeah, here we go.
- OK.

- They operated
17 different sites

all the way up
to the Canadian border.

- OK, so they could be anywhere

from here
to the St. Lawrence River?

We got to do better.
- Jubal?

- Yeah.
- You know how ERT found

traces of beet brine
at the abduction site?

- The road deicing.

So are any of these campgrounds

in Dutchess or Sullivan County?

- Only one.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- There's
a Natural Selection campground

just south of Dover.

We think
he's holding them there.

We're sending you
the location now.

- Map says 10 minutes.
- We'll be there in five.

You're retired, Olsen.

I should not have let you
come along.

If things get dicey--

- I don't recall
asking permission.

I need to find her
just as much as you do.

- You and Maggie,

you've been giving her lessons,
right?

- [chuckles]
They're not lessons.

We play chess,
talk about old cases,

try to make sense
of psyches severed

from morality or reality.

- OK, call it whatever you want.
You've been mentoring her.

So tell me, a danger like this,
against someone like Distefano,

does Maggie have a chance?

- You know your partner.

What do you think?

♪ ♪

- Maggie!

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- [whispers] Go.

- Clear.

♪ ♪

OA!

It's fresh.

They haven't been gone long.

- She got out.

- OK, I want
every available agent,

local PD, state troopers,
everyone combing those woods.

And you know what?
Let's raise an aircraft

and get thermal imagery
of the area.

And we need to pull
nature cam footage as well--

everything we've got.

We need to find her, now!

♪ ♪

- This has got to be Maggie.

It's too small to be Distefano.

She's hurt.

She's on the run.

- OK, two trails
from this point,

red trail to the Pinelands,
green trail to the lake.

And look,
she left us breadcrumbs.

She's headed to the Pinelands.
- No, no, no, no. Hang on.

Maggie didn't know for sure
that we were coming.

This is a diversion.

This isn't for us.
This is for him.

- You positive?

- I'm not a behavioral
analysis expert,

but I know my partner.

She's headed to the lake.
- Then go.

I'm only gonna slow you down.

Go!

♪

- Maggie!

- [breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

No.

- Blood on the trail map
to throw me off.

My clever Maggie.

But I'm good at tracking,
Maggie.

And you should know that.

- Worth a shot.

- We were doing so well.
We were making such progress.

And then you broke
my heart again!

♪

- Where is Erin?

- [laughs]

- Where is she?

- I told you, Maggie,

I'd give you a scar

that you can never hide!

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

- [screams]

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- No!

- [yells]

- Maggie, no!
Maggie!

- [screaming]

- Maggie!
Maggie!

- Please help me.
- Come here.

- OA!

- I need you to grab my hand.

- I ca--I can't!

Help me.

- I'm here.

- I can't.

- Find a place for your foot.

- OK.
- That's it.

There you go.
There you go.

OK.
OK.

I'm here.
I got you. I got you.

Come on.
Right here.

Grab it.
Grab me.

I got you.

I got you.
- OK.

♪ ♪

[both grunting]
- There you go.

OK. Come on.

Hey, look at me.

You're not gonna fall.
You're not gonna fall.

I got you.
I got you.

Come on.

♪ ♪

That's it.

♪ ♪

- OA, Erin, did you find her?

- No.
No.

Come on.
- OK. OK.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Maggie!

- No!

No!

Erin!

♪ ♪

Oh, my--

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

♪ ♪

[wails]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]