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I know.

And I'm sorry for what I said. I was just... I'll tell you when I see you,

okay?

Love you too, Mom.

Yo, let me check that out, man.

I'm looking for Rena Trenholm.

Her room was right here, but her stuff isn't there. Did you move her?

Can I have your name, sir?

She's your Jubal Valentine.

Just a moment.

Okay.

Mr. Valentine.

Yeah. Susan Blanchard, patient affairs coordinator.

I'm afraid life support was discontinued from Ms. Trent's home last night.

What? Her parents have medical power of attorney.

It was a decision they made after a consultation with her medical staff and

deep reflection.

I talked to the doctor. He said it wasn't going to happen until the end of

the week.

I'm sorry.

If you'd like to be connected with a grief counselor, I can...

Sorry. Please excuse me.

Yeah.

I'm on my way.

Angela Mullins, 19. She's a freshman at Woodhaven Junior College.

She was abducted last night walking back to her apartment from the library.

NYPD got word this morning when the owner of a nearby shop checked his

security camera. We're about to take a look. Ian, roll it.

We're assisting?

No, we're primary.

The abduction site is on the fringe of a newly designated national park.

We've been able to pull the suspect's ID off the video. There's not enough data

points for a facial wreck.

Can we get a location of the victim's phone?

Cell signal is still transmitting near the park, and looks like Angela's last

call was to her mother, Valerie Mullins, at 10.22 p.m. Okay, that's four minutes

before the abduction.

We'll meet the mom at Angela's apartment.

We need to check with college security for any stalking complaints, and we need

to vet Angela's texts and e-mails for any red flags there. Let's go to work,

people.

One more thing.

As many of you may or may not have heard, Rena Trinholm

passed away last night.

She was family.

So we will be having a memorial and details will follow.

In the meantime, let's honor her memory the way she'd want us to.

Let's do our jobs.

You okay?

Yeah.

Thanks. Listen, I know how close you guys were. If you need some time... No,

no, I'm good. We need to... We need to find this girl.

Yo, people, we need leads now. Let's stick and move.

ERT found the girl's backpack ditched inside the park.

Cash and credit cards weren't touched, so it doesn't figure for a robbery.

What about her cell phone?

Uh, just pulled it from the gutter.

Okay, let's have ERT dust it for prints and pull traffic cams from a 10-block

radius. Copy that. Where are we on the canvas?

Still in process, but the deli worker named Manny Statler saw something.

Thank you.

Okay, okay.

Thanks.

Hey, Manny, can you tell us what happened?

I was taking the trash out, seeing this tall white guy with a gray cap, might

have had a beard. He was dumping some chick in his car.

What do you mean by dumping?

She was out cold.

He put her in the back seat, said something like, I'm going to take care

of you, Angela.

Okay, why didn't you call it in?

Assumed they were together.

We get the college crowd looking to work off a buzz.

Figured she was bombed on Long Island like they usually are.

What kind of car was it?

Gold sedan.

Older model.

All right, thanks.

I'm going to take care of you, Angela.

Sounds like they might have known each other.

You said you spoke to your daughter late last night? Yes.

It was a nice call.

I can't believe this is happening.

Did she ever tell you anyone threatened her?

No.

Was she having problems with anyone?

Not that I know of. But the last time she was home, Angela said she was seeing

an older man.

I didn't approve.

Said things I shouldn't have.

She left angry.

Okay. You know anything else about this guy?

Just that they dated a few months.

Angela called last night to say it was over.

And she was sorry about our fight.

We were gonna get mani-pedis today.

Miss Mullins, I know this is hard.

But we're gonna do everything in our power to get her back, okay?

Okay.

Now, you mentioned an older man.

We ran Angela's cell history, and it seems that she had a lot of calls with

an English professor named Alex Bradshaw over the last few months.

Did you ever mention him?

No.

Okay. Hey, Tiff?

Yeah.

The gold bracelet.

Gift receipt comes back to a jeweler that's a few blocks from Woodhaven's

campus.

Thanks for coming in, Professor Bradshaw.

What's this about?

Angela Mullins. You know her?

Who said I did?

Look, we're gonna level with you, Professor.

The girl's gone missing.

Missing? Oh, my God.

And a bracelet of hers was tracked back to your credit card, so let's just cut

the preliminaries and tell us about your relationship.

I prefer the term friendship, which lasted for two months until I ended it.

Yeah? Why'd you call it quits?

We're meeting at Bistro Ambrosia in Soho. See her chatting up some

troglodyte in a car across the street. She says he just rolled up to say hi. I

question her veracity.

Spiraled from there.

You get a good look at this troglodyte?

Not really. He never got out.

What about his car?

An old Chevy.

Gold. New York plates.

Oh, and the first three numbers are 314.

Why was that significant?

Because it's pie.

Pie?

Not bad for an English professor.

Yes, well, I really do hope you find Angela. She's a lovely girl, but I do

have a class I need to teach. Not so fast, professor.

Why don't you educate us on your whereabouts last night so we can check

that out?

All right, Alex Bradshaw's alibi checks out. Where are we on the car?

I searched for a gold Chevy near the park around the time of the abduction.

Didn't turn up anything.

Okay, what about the plate? We got three gold Chevys with New York plates

beginning with 314.

A 2020 Impala, a 2019 Volt, and a 2009 Malibu. Okay, we're looking for an older

stand, so maybe the Malibu. Who's the registered owner?

Robert Bender from Syosset.

Okay, have Maggie and O.A. check it out. Does the Malibu have an active GPS?

Yep. If the car is moving, I can grab a fix. You should get the VIN from the

DMV.

Bingo. Jackson Avenue, Long Island City.

Okay. See if you can catch them on a traffic cam.

It's crossing Crescent now.

There is a cam at that intersection.

I can't get a clean view but that driver.

Tall guy with a beard and a cap and the blondes in the passenger seat. Tiffin

School are in that area. Tiffany, yeah, we got a suspect in Long Island City

heading east on Jackson Avenue.

She's running.

Suspect is fleeing northbound. I need an ambulance to Lefferts and 91st.

Tiff. I know.

It's not Angela.

What the hell happened to that signal? We need eyes on this Malibu.

NYPD found it burned out in Brownsville. GPS was fried, so they don't know where

it was headed.

Hey, where are we on this, Jeff? He's a registered owner. Robert Bender has been

in the hospital the last four months with a spinal cord injury.

Okay, we need a victim ID now.

Yeah.

Her name's Cassidy Drabeck from Bushwick, age 20.

Huh, looks like her father, Phillip, filed a missing persons report with the

police four months ago.

Hey, Tommy, how quick can we dig up that NYPD file? I'll get on it. All right, so

the profile's coming into focus, right?

Yeah, similar age and appearance suggests stalking behavior, not crimes

of opportunity.

Right, a serial predator fixated on a type.

We need to find a nexus between Angela and Cassidy. Maybe that'll shed some

light on the suspect.

No overlap in educational institutions or social organizations.

Yeah, there's no obvious geographical links either. Angela lived alone in

Woodhaven, Cassidy with her dad in Brooklyn.

Okay, we need to bring the dad in as soon as NYPD makes a notification.

Maybe he can help us figure out who the hell is abducting these young women.

Yeah, Tiff and Skull are with the ME now. Let's get an update as soon as

possible. Let's go, people. We're chasing a killer here.

Blunt force trauma. Death was instantaneous, but sepsis would have

killed her within 36 hours if not for the accident.

Sepsis? How'd she get that?

The metal restraints on her ankles. She was shackled for a long time.

Any signs of sexual abuse?

Vaginal bruising is consistent with that. I also found multiple stun gun

marks on her torso and dorsal regions.

This girl, she had it rough.

Thanks, Neil.

Thank

you

for coming in, Mr. Drabeck. I'm very sorry for your loss.

I just have a few questions.

My daughter disappeared.

four months ago.

Where is the FBI with its questions then?

I understand how you feel. The reason I brought you in is because a second girl

has been taken, and we think these abductions might be connected.

So you could help us catch this monster right now.

If you could just take a look at this list of locations the second girl

visited the day she was abducted, maybe there was some...

Kind of overlap with Cassidy.

I don't recognize any of these.

Okay.

Right.

If you don't mind, can you tell me about the last time you spoke with Cassidy?

She went to a rehearsal at the Roundbridge Community Theater in

Astoria.

She called to tell me she was on her way home.

I never saw her again.

When the police looked into this?

For a minute.

No evidence of foul play, they said.

Made it out like Cassie just ran off.

The idea that my daughter would turn her back on me?

I'm gonna have someone drive you home.

I really am very sorry for your loss.

I didn't know Cassidy all that well. She was just an extra.

Do you know if she had any problems with anyone else, Miss Page? Oh, it's Beth.

Please. And, uh... No?

No. Cassidy was lovely.

Oh, Katie recognizes this other girl by any chance.

Her name's Angela Mullins.

No.

Is there anyone else here more often than you that I should be speaking with?

I make ten bucks an hour to oversee the space, so I'm pretty much the only one

around. Hey, Maggie.

Woodhaven J.C. Psych Department asked for Angela.

Psych department confirms Angela was handing out flyers in that neighborhood

a few weeks back.

Yeah, okay, so Cassidy was performing at the theater. Angela was handing out

flyers there. It's not much, but it's something. It's a connection.

We need to take a deep dive into everyone in that repertory. Yeah, and

let's widen the net. Janitors, delivery guys, anyone who could have crossed

paths with both of them. Look for sexual assaults, violent priors. I dug up the

files on Cassidy Drabeck.

We did a bit of legwork before closing the missing persons case. She called 911

two nights before she disappeared.

She says a gold car followed her home from the grocery.

At the time, it was too vague to justify following.

Well, it's specific enough for another conversation with Cassidy's dad.

Thanks.

No.

Cassidy never told me about any gold car that was following her. She never said

she was being stalked or... No.

But I am... I was...

The kind of dad that would have gone looking for the guy.

She probably didn't want to worry me.

Right.

I've been worrying him for so long.

Maybe I just got to let go.

No, no.

You don't want to do that.

Not yet.

Not until we get justice for your daughter.

What about the theater? Does she have problems with anyone?

Was she seeing anyone? No, nothing like that.

I don't... What?

At her last production, opening night, a couple of weeks before she went missing,

she said some guy came backstage, tried to hand her hyacinths.

It weirded her out, because that was her favorite flower.

Any chance you filmed that night's performance?

Suspect is down here.

Tall, beard, baseball cap, and he's filming.

Ian, where's his camera pointed? Straight at one of the extras.

That's Cassidy.

We need a full frontal of this guy. Scrub every frame.

Wait, I got something from a second video Drabeck took.

You're great, sweetheart. I'm going to capture the moment.

Seriously? Freeze.

Kelly? Yeah.

Running it now.

Doyle Buckler.

34. A few violent priors. It's one for sexual battery.

Okay, okay. We have a last known address? Phone number? Negative. Tax

records show a last job as a file clerk for a jersey paper manufacturer five

years ago.

Okay. Any connection to that theater?

No. Whoa. Hey, check this out.

That's my job.

I'm a famous actress.

Let's sell this to the talk show.

That's Beth Page.

What the hell?

We need a location on Beth Page right now.

Thank you. The theater said that Beth went home sick right after we talked to

her.

FBI!

Clear.

It's still warm.

She was just here.

But it doesn't look like she's coming back anytime soon.

All right, so Beth Page works at Round Bridge. That makes sense. Both of our

victims have connections to that theater.

Assuming that she used her access to scout girls for Doyle, but why?

What's in it for her?

Yeah, whatever her involvement is right now, she's our best lead.

We got no phone number or car registered to her?

No, it looks like she was using a burner, though. So she and Doyle were in

this together.

Ian, where are we on the desktop we found in her apartment? Just hacked into

the hard drive.

Okay. Whoa.

Dozens of photos that Beth snapped over the past six months.

All blonde, slim, 5'5 to 5'8.

They look like Angela and Cassidy. She kept detailed files on both victims.

There's a file of a third girl, too.

Wait, what? There's a third girl?

Darcy Edmonds, Chelsea address.

Okay. Pull up her number. Reach out.

Okay, we have to assume she's either a target or a victim. Maggie, OA.

Okay.

ERT didn't find any of Dola's effects in Beth's apartment.

Which tells us he was not staying with her, and since he's the one that grabbed

up Angela, he's probably keeping her somewhere else.

So we got two co-conspirators in the wind and no solid lead on our missing

girl.

All right, guys, keep working. We got two suspects now.

Hey.

Oh, um... Yeah, okay. I'll be right there.

So, this is where Rina spent all those hours.

Yeah.

My girl.

Always trying to make a difference.

Well, she made a big one.

Everyone here is just quite shaken when we heard she was gone.

It was a decision no parent should have to make.

But her father and I knew that that's what she would have wanted, so there was

no point in delaying it.

Oh, of course.

Ah, there it is.

That's everything?

Um, yeah.

Been his life Reduced to a box

You're

why she took this job, you know, she was happy in Newark, but she wanted to be

near you

I'm ready to go now.

Yeah.

You can leave that.

Doyle Buckler?

I haven't heard that name in five years.

Now you're telling me he kidnapped a girl. Two.

One is dead and the other is still missing.

So anything you can tell us about your history together might help our

investigation. We dated for about two months, if that was fine at first.

Then things got weird.

How'd you two meet?

We ran into one another at the booksmith.

He was charming and attentive in the beginning.

And then?

I found this creepy dossier he kept on me in his apartment.

Turns out he was lurking on my social media before we met.

Friended me using a fake profile of an old classmate.

Julie Clark.

I totally fell for it.

So he was stalking you?

Since before we met.

This girl that's missing, is there any place you can think of that he may have

taken her?

No idea.

See, the only real thing about Doyle was his focus.

It was all about me.

Even on our last day together.

What happened then?

He took me to the Cloisters, another place I'd posted about.

He actually proposed to me.

I mean, we'd only been dating for two months. It was creepy.

I broke up with him on the spot.

He emailed me these crazed love letters, followed me.

I got a restraining order, and that was it. I never saw him again.

Do I need to worry?

Uh, just to be safe, we're going to station an agent out front until we have

him in custody.

Darcy Edmonds is Doyle Buckley's girl zero. She broke his heart, and he's

trying to mend it by abducting women that look like her. Or, as BAU says,

he's requiting his unrequited feelings. His first move is a chance encounter

with the women he's eyeing, what the BAU calls intimacy building.

He needed access to get personal information, and to get it, he might

have left a trail.

To find Angela, we need to find Doyle, and figuring out how he hunted these

girls might help us track him down. So let's start with Darcy. Now, Doyle

impersonated Julie Clark, and he sent her a fake friend request.

Where was that friend request sent from? Don't know. Profile was deleted.

Angela Mullins has no social media presence.

Okay, that leaves Cassidy.

Doyle brought her hyacinths, right? He didn't pick those at random. What's her

online presence like?

Now please robust lots of posts about hyacinths across platforms and all of

her accounts are private All right, we need to track her

online activity I want to run out of her friends. She had in the weeks prior to

her abduction. Send me the results

No, I don't know that

man right, okay, we're gonna Try something else. I'm going to show you

some social media friends Cassidy added in the weeks prior to her abduction. One

is likely fake, used to access your daughter's personal information.

So just tell me if any of them seem off in any way. Take a look.

I don't know.

And it doesn't matter anymore.

None of this is going to bring my daughter back.

We are going to catch the son of a bitch who killed her.

That's something.

Right? Let's just... Let's focus on this.

Right. Okay, so what about this one?

Melissa Miller.

Missy. Yeah, Cassie was going to have lunch with Missy over Christmas.

Okay. And how about this one? Mia Morgan. It's from her youth group.

Cassie had a huge falling out with these girls. She told me there's no way they'd

ever speak with her again.

There's no way she would have reached out to Cassie.

The real Mia Morgan never sent Cassidy Drabeck a friend request.

The profile's a fake one. Ian?

Got the IP address, the friend request was sent from.

All right, now a physical address associated with the digital one.

Shipyard and Greenpoint, 46 Monroe Road.

Have SWAT meet us there. Let's go, people!

FBI, don't move!

Go around, go around.

Watch the door.

Where's Angela?

I don't know. Where's Doyle?

I don't know.

Hey, guys.

I think we got something.

Shipping containers were padlocked. First two were empty, but this

one...

Only hell.

Judging by the smell of bleach, hell's been scrubbed clean.

Okay, here's what you're looking at, Beth.

Cassidy Drabeck died trying to escape Doyle Buckler, and you were his

accomplice. More specifically, you were finding girls for him, destroying

evidence. That puts you on the hook for felony murder.

I didn't touch that girl.

Doyle loved Cassidy. He took care of her.

You don't know.

That stupid girl walked right into traffic.

It wasn't Doyle's fault.

Well, the law actually states that it is your fault as well, so let's start

talking about ways that you can help yourself. You don't have a registered

phone number, neither does Doyle, but we are aware that you guys have been

communicating frequently on a burner phone.

Is that correct?

And this woman is way far gone.

Just gotta bring her back enough to cooperate.

Give us his number, help us find Angela, and then we can help you.

This is your last chance, Beth. You're going to be spending the rest of your

life in prison. You understand that.

Doyle loves Angela.

Okay. She's lucky.

Cassidy was lucky, too.

You don't understand.

Doyle loves all of us.

Thanks. I had a full work-up on Bethpage.

Great.

A submissive, dependent personality.

Yeah, no, it's like we suspected Doyle targeted her.

A sprinkle of attention would be enough to give her a sense of purpose, make her

devoted to him.

You know, I never asked Philip Drabeck about Beth. Maybe he saw her.

Maybe he can give us something, you know, anything.

Jubal, Philip Drabeck, cut him some slack. He just found out his only

daughter is dead.

Yeah, well, we got a missing girl here, so... I get it.

But he is reeling, and so are you.

Okay.

Hey,

sorry for just showing up. Can you talk?

I got no more time for you today, Agent Valentine.

Okay, it'll just take a minute. I got something important here.

Um, okay, so this woman's name is Beth Page. Yeah, you recognize her?

No.

This is Doyle's accomplice. So you might have seen her lurking around, taking

photos. I don't recognize her. All right, well, look again. Take a minute.

I don't need a minute.

I got nothing else for you.

No, it's not for me. It's for Cassidy. With this woman's help, Buckler

kidnapped and killed your daughter, and we have got to make him pay.

Make him pay?

It's me that's got to pay every day for the rest of my life. Yeah. Because

Cassie's gone. And the monster who did this is still out there. If you do not

do everything you can, if he gets away with this... That's enough.

This man needs to begin his process of healing, and it only happens by

embracing forgiveness, not vengeance.

How'd it go?

Uh, struck out.

Which means our only hope is sitting in that box, refusing to cooperate.

So in love with the guy we're chasing, she's willing to take the fall.

Maybe that's what we should be exploiting.

She thinks that she's protecting a guy who loves her back, right?

Maybe all we have to do is make her see that he doesn't.

Angela Mullins.

Cassidy Drabeck.

Darcy Edmonds.

What do these three women have in common, Beth?

Come on, take a look.

They're pretty.

They're young.

Blonde.

But none of them look like you.

It doesn't matter.

That's because he loves you, right?

That's right.

Well, how do you know that?

Has Doyle ever been intimate with you?

Doyle needs me.

More than he's ever needed anyone else before, right?

That's right.

Okay.

Darcy, you are my everything. My love and my life. All I can think about is

you. All I want to do is make you happy. Do you know who wrote this?

I don't care.

You know that Doyle wrote it.

That's not the only letter. We have dozens of them.

So what?

All of these tell the same story.

The only woman that Doyle has ever really needed is Darcy Edmonds.

That's not true.

We found your bags packed in Doyle's trailer. Did you really think that he

was going to come back for you?

Yes.

Okay.

Beth, he wasn't.

And the minute you're locked up, you're never gonna hear from him again.

Why are you sacrificing your life for somebody who's using you?

Let's go, Maggie.

She's a lost cause.

Okay, I... Wait.

I don't know where Doyle brought Angela.

When was the last time you spoke with him?

About an hour before you got there.

He said...

He said he wouldn't let anyone steal her from him this time.

Okay, we need the number to the burner so we can locate him right now.

Okay, I tracked Doyle's cell signal to Fort Tryon Park where it went dead.

Yeah, yeah, what's there?

That's the cloisters. That's where Darcy dumped his ass.

That's where it all began.

Doyle knows we're hunting him. Means Angela's in grave danger. Yeah, go. Set

up a perimeter. Close off the streets surrounding the park.

And we need air support. Let's go.

Where's Angela Mullins?

Hey!

I'm not going to ask you again.

Angela and I will always be together.

That's all you need to know.

Okay, copy. We got a witness who saw him entering the park alone 30 minutes ago.

Said he was carrying a shovel.

It's a key fob.

Where's your car?

This is generic.

Get this thing cloned. Pass them out to as many agents as possible.

Where's your car?

We're gonna search every parking lot and street within a ten block radius. Let's

go.

Got something?

Hey!

She's here! Hey, come here.

Okay. All right, pulse is faint. She's still breathing.

I need an EMT and ambulance now.

Angela, honey, come on. Stay with us, okay?

Come on, come on.

Oh, that's right.

Everything's gonna be okay, all right?

Thank you for coming in.

Look, I know that I... I asked a lot of you

yesterday, and I just want you to know that it paid off.

The oil buckler's in custody.

So, he's going to jail for the rest of his life?

In due course. Right now, he's at Hope General getting treatment.

Make him better so he can deny what he did.

Find him a smart lawyer to help him beat this. No, he's not beating anything,

Philip. He'll answer.

When?

Uh, you know, he'll be tried within a year, assuming he's mentally competent.

Assuming he's competent?

So, after all this, after all the questions, I've got to think about this

monster for another year?

Think about what he did to my daughter.

Worry about him getting off.

Lying his way out of this. You have to trust the system.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Sure.

Trust the system.

Because it always did so damn much to help Cassie.

To hell with you.

And to hell with your system.

Hey, I just heard from the hospital. Buckler's injuries are through and

through. He stayed overnight. They're going to release him in a few hours.

Okay. Be there when he gets discharged. I want him arraigned today.

Thanks.

We'll be back in about ten minutes when the doctor's done checking him out.

We're going to get some coffee. You want some?

I forget who's buying this time.

I buy every time.

Oh. So you then.

What's that?

Mr. Drabeck? Excuse me, sir.

Stay back. Hey!

Put the gun down and let her go.

Right.

Yes.

Hi. Hey. Just updated the director.

Any developments?

We're on scene. Skola made contact.

Okay. What is Drabeck asking for?

Doyle Buckler.

That's not happening. I know.

Let me go down there, see if I can talk him down.

Yeah, go.

Philip,

it's Agent Valentine.

I'm coming in to talk.

Just the two of us.

No tricks.

Just hear me out, okay?

Where's Buckler?

He's not coming.

Yes, he is.

Where is he?

I'm not asking again.

What's your name?

Alice.

Alice, do you know who Doyle Buckler is?

What were you doing there?

My dad had a heart attack.

Alice is innocent, Philip.

Just like Cassidy.

I don't care.

Yes, you do. You do care.

You know why? Because your daughter has a beautiful legacy.

And if you hurt Alice, if you force us to kill you, how's I gonna honor it?

I get it.

I understand.

I do. I understand what you're going through. What the hell you do?

Someone very close to me was murdered, and I think about revenge, too.

And I think about it all the time, but...

I don't think revenge

is gonna fill that hole in me.

In fact, I think it's gonna make it bigger.

You know what keeps that hole from swallowing me up?

It's the knowledge that you would want me to make her proud.

You gotta ask yourself, is all this making Cassidy proud?

Because she's here right now.

She's looking down on you.

Is this what you want her seeing?