All language subtitles for FBI.Most.Wanted.S04E09.WEBRip.x264

- Here. I know you have
your chemistry test today,

and I know you're gonna
ace it, as you always do.

- I won't if I eat all that.

But this looks too
good to pass up.

Thanks, Mom.

And I hope you crush
your work presentation.

- If that is Mr. Cross

complaining about
the trees again...

- He's just lonely, Mom.
- Yeah.

That's the most
dangerous kind of man.

Noah, you can't be here.

- No, I-I just
wanna talk to her.

Ruthie!

Hey, it's... it's me, Noah.

- Ruthie, get back
in the kitchen.

- Mom. Mom...

- You text her again, and
I am calling the cops.

- Please, Mom, I-I just
wanna see what she remembers.

- Nothing. And we're
going to keep it that way.

- I've been working
on myself, all right?

These family secrets, they
only have power over you

when you keep them in the dark.

- You're not a
part of our family.

You are a monster, and
you cannot be fixed.

Now go, and don't
ever come back.

- Mom.

♪ ♪

- Did you ever think a book
about generational trauma

would land you on
the bestsellers list

for six months?

- If my book has
helped even one person

struggling with family trauma

passed down through generations,

then I've done my job.

- That's Olivia Kramer,

world-renowned
child psychiatrist,

whose book is in stores now.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Thank you.
Always a pleasure.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

- No. I don't see walk-ins,

except for my current
patients who are in crisis.

- No, I'm not a walk-in.

You already know me.

Well, you know my
half-sister, Ruthie Denham,

from ten years ago.

- You're Noah.

- Wait... so she... So
she told you my name?

What else did she say about me?

- I can't discuss
that with you, Noah.

It's confidential.

You'll need to leave.

- Why the hell won't
anyone talk to me, huh?

About me!

What are you doing?
- I'm calling security.

- Put that away. I
said, put that away!

I need to know if I'm a monster,

and you're gonna
help me find out.

- Okay.

You don't want to do this.
- Move. Move.

- I can't believe
you read my texts.

- What made you feel like
you had to lie to me?

- I didn't!
- Ingrid.

You said you were going to
Samantha's, right, tonight?

You did not say you were going
upstate to some college party

to do God knows what
with God knows who.

- It's my friends.
It's not a big deal.

- You know what?
It is a big deal.

And had you told me the truth,
it might have been different.

Let me ask you, how am
I supposed to trust you

when you hide things from me?
- Yeah, you're one to talk.

- I'm sorry?

- You hide things
from me all the time.

You leave. Sometimes
you're gone for days.

And then you come back,

and you don't tell
me anything about it.

- That is different,
and you know it.

It's my work, and I'm an adult.

- So am I! I'm 18 now.
- You are 18

and still in high school and
still living in my house.

And therefore, still my
rules. You're not going.

It's not happening.
- But...

Mom, please.

- It's work. I have to go.

It's
work. I gotta go.

- You know what?

You're staying at
your father's tonight.

I'll be calling to check in.

- Ugh!

- Approximately 90 minutes ago,

an unknown subject
entered the office

of Dr. Olivia Kramer and
forcefully abducted her.

Dr. Kramer had just concluded
a live Zoom interview

with a local morning show.

She turned off her
camera but not her audio.

Producers heard the abduction
taking place in real time

and called 911.

- Has there been
a ransom demand?

- Not at this time.

- Thought she was a
celebrity, not a saint.

- I'd say she's
considered a bit of both.

She's helped a lot
of people deal with

the effects of sexual abuse
and generational trauma.

- Abusers begetting abusers.

- Right.

She's also an
expert at diagnosing

accommodation
syndrome in adults.

- I take it you've
read the books.

- Yeah. All three.

- Why?

- Hey, Ray, can you
check out the garage

for Dr. Kramer's black Audi?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

- You didn't have to do that.

- Does he know what
happened to you on that boat

when you were undercover?

- No.

It's not exactly, um...

day-to-day
conversation, you know?

- If you ever wanna
talk about it...

Taking down Oscar Zamora,
or anything else...

I'm here.

Just trying to respect
your boundaries.

- Thank you.

- Audio from the Zoom cued up?
- Yeah.

First part's too garbled to
make out, but listen to this.

- I need to know
if I'm a monster,

and you're gonna
help me find out.

- Our unsub's a male,
and he sounds young.

- I think we can rule
out a ransom demand.

"I need to know
if I'm a monster,

and you're going
help me find out?"

That's a... That's
a call for help.

- You think it's an old patient?

- He chose to come to her.

He could have wound up on
any therapist's doorstep.

- True, but given what you
said about her expertise,

the doc's also heard
the names of lots of

sexual predators
inside these walls.

- She'd be a mandatory reporter.

Our unsub could be
angry at being unmasked.

- Dr. Kramer's Audi
wasn't in the garage.

I already put a BOLO out.

- Well, who needs people when
you have surveillance footage?

Oh, look. The violent
man is dragging the woman

into the concrete dungeon.

Why does it feel like we've
seen this movie too many times?

- We got you out.
We'll get her, too.

I'm gonna save my breath,
because I already know

you ran the facial rec,

and skip to the
burning question.

What's this
sicko-with-a-gun's name?

- Noah Tramble, 25.

Record of possession.

His last known is in Hagerstown.

His next of kin is his father,
Casper, who's currently a guest

of the Maryland
Department of Corrections

for sexual abuse of a child.

Get Noah
Tramble's photo on the wire.

I want her patient files.
Line up the grudges.

You two take Noah's last
known in Hagerstown.

Ray, you're with me.
- Where we going?

- Prison.

- I told you,

it's doctor-patient
confidentiality.

- I don't care. Waive it.

What did Ruthie
say I did to her?

- What do you think you did?

- No, no, no, no, no. Don't
redirect the question.

I know all your shrink tricks.

Now, I've been
journaling lately,

trying to work things out.

- Then why do you need me?

- Lady, I wouldn't be
asking that if I were you.

- If you want my help,

you're going to have
to tell the truth.

Can you do that, Noah?

What do you think
you did to Ruthie?

- I don't know.

I was drinking a lot
back then, you know?

Snorting anything I
could get my hands on.

Adderall, coke, oxy.

- You were 15.

You must have had some
reason for going down

such a dark path.

- Well, I...

I didn't wanna exist. I...

- I know how difficult
that was to say.

And... I want to tell you

what I remember your
sister saying about you...

That she loved her
brother very much.

- She's my half-sister.

We've got different
fathers, I mean...

hers is a lawyer.

Mine's a piece of crap.

- I'm sorry.

No child deserves that.

Can you tell me why you think
you might have hurt Ruthie?

- Because that's
what everybody said!

Because of my biological father.

- Tell me about him.

- No, he... look, he...
- Noah.

- Maryland state troopers
have advised residents

to be on the lookout

for this man, Noah Tramble,

wanted for the abduction of...

- Noah, tell me
about your father.

- No, no. Not here.
- Did he do something to you?

- I said not here, all right?

- should not be approached
under any circumstances.

- All right, let's go.
- Noah.

- Thank you.

Hana says there's no
record of Noah Tramble

being one of
Dr. Kramer's patients.

- Kristin said his
place is empty,

except for a few end
tables and some clothes.

Neighbors haven't seen him
in a couple of days, either.

Get ready to
meet the devil himself.

- Hey!

- Mr. Tramble.

We figured we'd give
you the courtesy

of bringing you down
to the infirmary

so your colleagues wouldn't
label you as a snitch.

- Ha.

- I know it's hard enough
being a pedo in gen pop.

- Where'd you find this
kid? He's a real catch.

- Yeah, the best and brightest.

That's why I hired him.

Have you heard from
your son recently?

- Can't say till I
get my potato chips.

- You know, I waited so
long for you that I...

I just had to open the bag.

Mmm! So delicious.

You know, if you give us
some useful information,

I might be able to
dig you up a bag.

- Noah stopped talking to me

after I landed in
here two years back.

- But he was in your custody
from the time he was 15

till he graduated high school.

Why not before?

- 'Cause my ex,
Noah's mother Sandy,

got all pissed off when
she came home from work

and caught me with a lady
who wasn't age appropriate.

That's not the best part.

Sandy files for divorce
when Noah's around seven,

and who does she remarry?

Her attorney, Luke Denham.

The one who bled me dry of
the nothing I never had.

Polished prick.

He took in Noah as his own,

had a daughter two years later.

One big happy family.

Pricks.

- How did Noah end
up back with you?

- Kid was a druggie. I
think he was hooked on oxy.

Luke and Sandy
threw him back at me

like he was a piece of trash.

- You ever hurt Noah?

- My son was never my type.

- I need a shower.

Casper could be the reason
Noah thinks he's a monster.

Because his father is.

- Well, Noah moved out of his
father's house when he was 18.

Casper didn't get charged
with a sexual offense

until two years ago.

- Just because he
wasn't convicted

doesn't mean he's
not a predator.

Could be an open
secret in the family.

Which makes it unresolved
generational trauma,

the doc's specialty.

- Yeah, but Noah's not
Dr. Kramer's patient.

All right, why abduct
her to help him?

- I don't know.

Hana, is there any
record of a patient

with the last name Denham
in Dr. Kramer's files?

- One, from a decade ago.

Ruthie Denham, age five.

Same childhood address as Noah.

Because she's his half-sister.

- Send Gaines and
Barnes over now.

♪ ♪

- FBI. Anybody home?

- It's open.

- Oh my God.

She's alive. Throw
me that towel.

- Here.

- Hey.
- We need an ambulance.

- Ruthie, stay with me.
- 81 Regent Avenue, Hagerstown.

- Take that.

Stay with me.
- You're gonna be all right.

- Come on, come on.

- Can you hear me?
- Keep breathing.

Ruthie, keep breathing.

- How's she doing?

- Lost a lot of blood,
but she's stable.

They've got her sedated.
- Her parents here?

- Luke and Sandy.
They're divorced.

Sandy's inside with the doctors,

completely beside herself.

- Well, her daughter
tried to kill herself,

and her son's a wanted fugitive.

Can't say I blame her.

Noah found Dr. Kramer

because Ruthie was a
patient a decade ago.

We need to find out who
gave him that information.

- I'm looking for my
daughter, Ruthie Denham.

- Check with the front desk.
- You must be her father, Luke.

- Yes. They told me that
they brought her here.

Is-is she okay?
- She's stable.

The doctors are taking
good care of her.

Her mom's already here.

- Did Ruthie really
slit her wrist?

Why would she do that?
- We don't know.

But we'd like to talk
to you and her mom,

after you've had a
chance to see her.

- This is Noah's
fault. It has to be.

- Why do you say that?

- Because he's a bad seed.

Always has been.

- Where are we going?

My car is the other way.
- Forget your car.

The cops are looking for it now.

- I have to tell you something.

There's a chance you may never
know the truth about yourself.

- What kind of monster
doesn't remember

whether or not he
molested his own sister?

- It was a decade ago.

You were abusing drugs, and
memories in the best of times

are complex.

If enough people told you
that you hurt your sister,

you might have
begun to believe it.

- You mean I might
not have done it?

- Yes. Yes, and I can
help you, if you let me.

Why are you doing this?
- For Rose.

It's always been for her.
- Who's Rose?

- You're gonna see. Get in.

Get in!

♪ ♪

- Hey! Hey!

What the hell you
think you're doing?

- Hey...
- You come here

and steal my truck?
- Relax, man... uhh...

- Hey! Stay there!

It was self-defense.

He was going to kill me.

Get back in the truck.

Get back in the truck!

- Noah, we can't just leave him.

- We got to go.

- Oh my God.

- Do we really have
to do this right now?

- I know this is hard, but
this is an active abduction

and we need to know.

Can you tell us when the
last time was you saw Noah?

- This morning.

He came to the
house to see Ruthie,

but I wouldn't let him in.

- Do Noah and Ruthie
see each other often?

- Never.

No, not for a decade.

The last communication
they had was...

yesterday, when he texted her.

But I put a stop to that.

- Why?

- Be-because of
what he did to her.

- What happened?

It was March 1, 2013.

I went to wake Ruthie
up for kindergarten.

She was asleep in her
little sleigh bed,

with Noah spooning her.

He'd never done that before,
and I thought it was cute.

But then I woke them up, and
I pulled back the covers.

And they were both naked.

I just... I just lost it.

I asked Noah if he... you
know, if he touched her.

And he just started crying.
He said he couldn't remember.

He said he didn't even know what

he was doing in Ruthie's bed.

But I could smell the
booze on his breath.

He was drunk, and probably high.

Oh God, he was on so
many drugs back then.

- What did Ruthie say happened?

- She was five.

She was scared, and
he was screaming.

And I was, too.

And she thought that
I was mad at her.

- And where was your husband?

- Luke was in
trial in Baltimore.

But he came as
soon as I told him.

- Did you call the police?

- I wanted to,

but Luke talked me out of it.

I was so angry...
I would do anything

to protect my daughter.

- And yet, Noah was your son.

- I loved him so much.

But how could he do
that to his own sister?

- I'm sorry.

- I didn't want to believe
it, but he was so ashamed.

Noah never stopped
crying all day.

And the more that he said
he couldn't remember,

the more I knew
that he had done it,

and I could not forgive him.

- Noah was an addict.

Oxy, meth, coke.

The kind that make
you wreak havoc.

- You're speaking
from experience?

- I'm a family law attorney.

I've seen what
substance abuse can do

to every kind of
family, including mine.

- So you think the drugs
made Noah molest his sister?

- It's completely within
the realm of possibility.

Ruthie was too young to have
the words to be sure, so...

even after she went
to see Dr. Kramer,

she still referred to
it as "the nightmare."

- I have to ask... Where
were you that night?

- I was in trial in Baltimore.

Hadn't been home all
week until Sandy called.

- We'll have to confirm that.

- Well, you go right ahead.

I love my daughter.

I would never do
anything to hurt her.

- You know, I'm curious
about something, Mr. Denham.

Sandy said that you talked
her out of calling the police.

Why was that?

- Noah was only 15.

At minimum, he'd be
stigmatized for life,

and more likely thrown in jail.

Given the circumstances,

it just didn't seem like the
right thing to do at the time.

You don't think I regret
that decision every day?

I tried to help Noah.

It broke my marriage, it broke
my daughter, and it broke me.

We should have turned him
in when we had the chance.

- Thank you.

- Ruthie's cell phone.

Noah's been texting
her the past few days.

She didn't respond
until this morning,

after he'd gone to
the house to see her.

- "I don't remember
what happened.

Maybe Dr. Kramer knows."

- That's how Noah
found the doctor.

Well, if Ruth blames herself,

that explains her
suicide attempt.

- Hey.

- Remy, Clarksburg PD
found Dr. Kramer's Audi

parked at a hotel,
three blocks from

the side street where Noah
killed a man for his truck.

- Victim is George Mason.
Works around the corner.

Parks his truck
back here sometimes,

when the employee lot's full.

- Is she our witness?
- Yeah.

Said she saw Mason
catch a fugitive

trying to steal his truck.
Pulled that tire iron on him,

and your guy shot
him twice in the gut.

- His name's Noah Tramble.

She see his hostage?
- Yeah. Black female,

dressed nice, sitting
in the cab of the truck.

- Well, at least she's alive.

At least we got that.

- Oh, he's escalating.

You got the info on the truck?

- Yeah, I was about
to run it in my car.

- All right.

Why don't you take
that, handle the BOLO.

I'll go talk to the witness.

We'll meet up after and canvass.

♪ ♪

- You can have vegetables.
- I don't want vegetables.

- That's Rose and
her daughter Chloe.

- I don't wanna go home.

- How old's Chloe?
- She's five.

- That's the same
age Ruthie was...

- Don't go there.

You're on my team now.

You said you would help me.

She's gonna take me back.

She knows the worst
thing I might have done.

And she's gonna say
I love you anyways.

You're gonna help me, right?

- Hi. I-I just got home
from work, and I...

I turned on the news, and I
saw my... my ex-boyfriend.

Noah Tramble.

I just kicked him out yesterday.

- Rose?

- Oh, God.
- It's me.

- He's here. He's here.
Call the police, now!

Honey, go upstairs, all right?
- Come on, I know

you're in there.
- Yeah, take that.

Go really fast. I love
you so much, okay?

- No, it's okay, it's
okay. I just want to talk.

- I've said everything
I have to say to you.

- No, that's fine. Then
just listen to this lady.

- Who the hell is she?

- She's a psychiatrist,
all right?

She's gonna explain why
you should take me back.

- Chloe, go back to your room.

Yeah.

- You called the cops?

Why?
- Why do you think?

You're not just a pervert,
you're a murderer, now?

- I just needed his truck. He
came at me with a tire iron!

He was gonna bash my brains in.

- I wish he would have.
- You don't mean that, Rosie.

- I do.
- Hey. Hey!

Aah!

- Chloe, run! That's
my daughter, you...

- I didn't see her!
- You animal!

- No, I...
- How dare you?

- I'm doing this for our family!

- You are not my family!
- Calm down!

Shut up. Shut up!

Here, come with me.
- No... no...

- You're coming...
You're coming with me!

- Gaines and Hana,
clear the house.

Ray, check the yard.

Dr. Kramer, you okay?

- Noah Tramble did this.

He has a gun, and he's
got Rose Franklin.

- I want my mommy.
- You're safe now, OK?

- Did you see where they went?
- Thank you.

- I couldn't risk looking back.

I was trying to save
Chloe and myself.

- Hey, Remy. We
got footprints.

- Good job.

Another print.

- Help! Help!

He went that way,
towards the road.

- Call Hana.

Get with the state police,
and find this lunatic.

- My daughter. Is she okay?

- She's fine. We have her.

- I thought he
was gonna kill me.

Look.

I'm a nurse, and
I'm all for therapy.

And I ignored the journals
that Noah was keeping,

until he left one out on
the kitchen counter one day

when he thought I was at work.

And I-I couldn't
help it. I read it.

- What did you find?

- Sick stuff...
about his half-sister

and his pervert dad.

He actually wrote in
there, "Am I my father?"

And... I didn't know
anything about Casper.

But when I looked him
up and saw that he was

a sex offender who was
actually in prison, I...

I kicked Noah out.

And I told him to stay away
from Chloe and me, forever.

- That's a hell of a trigger.

- Yeah, that's what we thought.

- Did Noah mention
anything today?

The journals? Rose
kicking him out?

- No.

He was just obsessed
with finding out

whether I thought he
molested Ruthie or not.

- What'd you tell him?

- Whatever I needed
to in the moment.

I was scared.

I was... I was just
trying to mollify him.

- Did Ruthie ever
tell you directly

that Noah molested her?
- No.

I'm a mandated reporter. I
would have contacted police.

- So how is it possible
that neither one of them

knows exactly what happened?

- Trauma is a tangled web.

Ruthie was sleeping
when it happened.

She thought she was dreaming.

And she was young.

She didn't have the words yet

to describe what
was done to her.

- What's Noah's excuse?

- He was too drunk
and high to remember.

But the people that
he trusted told him

that he'd done something awful,

so it's no wonder he
began to believe it.

And Ruthie, too.

- Like the McMartin
preschool case.

Adults leading children
until they all started

telling the same story.

- That's one example.

- I'll ask her about
it in the morning,

when she's out of sedation.

- What do you mean?

- She attempted
suicide this morning.

The unresolved trauma
of both Noah and Ruthie

has manifested in violence.

Noah has directed
his externally,

and Ruthie has turned
hers against herself.

- So, professional opinion.

Did Noah molest Ruthie or not?

- After what I've
been through today,

and knowing about
his father now,

I think he's guilty as hell.

- Is now a good time?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna be right
over here, okay?

- Hey, Ruthie. I'm Kristin.

- My mom says you're nice.

- Yeah?

Gosh, I don't know if
my daughter would agree.

She's a little mad
at me right now.

How are you feeling?

- I had nightmares all night.

They say that kind of
thing is common, 'cause...

I guess I'm trying to
process things that I didn't

have the words to before.

- I understand.

- You do?

- I do.

Can you tell me what happened
that night, with Noah?

- I wish I knew.

I thought I was dreaming.

And he only came to me on nights

when I was already asleep.

- So it happened more than once?

- Yes.

He never let me see his face.

And I didn't
recognize his voice,

because he always whispered.

I asked him if I
could tell someone,

and he said if I did that,

he'd make sure I
never felt joy again.

- And that's why you didn't
tell your mom or Dr. Kramer.

- It's my fault Noah took her.

I sent him to her.

But only because I thought
she could help him,

like she did me.

It was so stupid of me.

I mean, I could have
gotten her killed.

My whole life, people have been
telling me I'm damaged goods.

My own brother's victim.

I get so tired of hearing it.

And then sometimes it goes away.

But then I guess seeing Noah...

Just... I'm just so ashamed.

- Ruthie, I want
you to listen to me.

You are not damaged goods.

What you are is a survivor,
and that takes guts,

and it takes courage.

Real courage.

And this is gonna sound
kind of crazy right now...

you're going to be okay.

You're way stronger
than you think.

I see it.

- I feel like I can
tell you anything.

- And I'm so grateful you did.

- Uh, the nurse said
it's time to go.

They're transferring
her to a hospital

where there's a
specialist who can

do microsurgery on her wrists.

- Can you come with us?

- Yeah, of course.

Yeah.

- You okay?

- Oh!

- Oh my God!

- Hey!
- What's going on?

- I don't know.
What's happening?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Noah, I'm with the FBI.

I'm going to need
you to slow down.

- It's okay. I'm here.

- Put your belt on.
- Okay.

- Hey, it's him. It's Noah.

We're trapped in the back.

- Can you tell
where he's headed?

- Hold on.

Take this.
- Okay.

- Um... heading north
on Potomac Street.

- Hana's tracking you, and
Hagerstown PD is en route.

Kristin, do you have a shot?

- The glass is thick.

The round could ricochet.

Even if I hit him, he
crashes this thing.

Noah, stop the vehicle, now!

- He just ran the light at 16th.

- Hang tight. PD
should be closing in.

Stay on the phone with me.

- Okay.

- Kristin, what was that?

Kristin, you with me?

Gaines!

You okay?

- Noah took Ruthie.
- He took my baby girl.

- Where'd they go?

- No, no, no.
Kristin, Kristin.

You need to get
checked out. Easy.

- I should have taken the shot.
I should have taken the shot!

- You did all you could
do. Just take it easy.

Ray's on it. Come
on, sit down.

- We need another ambulance.
- For who?

- Your fugitive... he carjacked
a lady in a blue Dodge.

Took off west.
- All right, look,

alert your precinct.
Set a perimeter.

Get a BOLO out on your
radio, all right? Let's go.

- Listen to me. Ruthie
said at the hospital

that she was abused
more than once.

That means if it
happened on other nights,

that means her father could
have been in the house.

- Yeah, but Hana
checked his alibi.

- We have to check again.

Please.

- I'll call her.

Good work.

- It's not good work.

She would be...

Ruthie would be here if I
did good work, wouldn't she?

- I don't want to
hurt you. I never did.

- Ten years.

I spent so many nights

wondering what you
were really like.

Not the stories
everyone told me.

But you never came to see me.

- Mom and Luke wouldn't let me.

I'm sorry, Ruthie.

I wish I could
have seen you, too.

- What do you want with me now?

- To help you.

I-I know this is hard.
- "I know this is hard."

Does everyone start every
sentence to you that way, too?

Yeah.

But I'm the villain.

- I'm the victim.

- Look, I don't remember
anything about that night

except waking up in a
fog and Mom yelling at me

and then calling
Luke to come home.

- I've been having nightmares.

And I-I think...

I think they're
helping me remember.

Like, those nights I...

- W-wait.

Nights?

What do you mean, nights?

There was only one night.

March 1, 2013.

- No.

No, Noah, that wasn't
the only night.

There were others,
after that night.

- Other... other
nights? What...

After I was kicked
out of the house?

- I'm so sorry, Noah.

I let them tell me stories
about what happened to me,

and I started to
believe the stories.

But I... I knew...

I ruined your life.

Noah, you didn't do this.

- Ruthie... who did?

- Hey.

Blue Dodge was spotted exiting
the Beltway in Virginia.

They're headed
towards Falls Church.

- Why the hell would Noah
take Ruthie to Virginia?

- My ex.

Luke Denham. He remarried
a few years ago.

They just moved there
with their daughter.

- How old is their daughter?

- Three, I think.

- It could be Luke is
Noah's next target.

I just circled
back on his alibi.

Now, he was in trial in
Baltimore in March 2013.

But on the morning of March
1, his particular proceeding

was marked continued till
the afternoon session,

as per the court docket.

Because Luke was driving from
Hagerstown back to Baltimore.

- What? How can that be?

How can you know that?
That was ten years ago.

- They had credit card
receipts then, too.

Your ex-husband was buying gas
Outside Hagerstown At 5:53 a.m.

- He drove from Hagerstown
to Baltimore and back

in the middle of the night,

the same night that you
found Noah in Ruthie's bed.

You have an address on Luke?

- Yeah. Bennett Road.

- Send it to everyone,
and alert SWAT and PD.

We need to get to
Falls Church, now.

Let's go get her.

- Noah?

Ruthie.

♪ ♪

- You don't want to do this!

- Upstairs.

- You want to hurt me?

Come on!

You don't want to do this!

Hey, Ruthie.

- Put it down.
- Is Noah in there?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Look at me.

Noah! I am not
the bad guy here.

Take
her downstairs.

- Put that down!

- I got you, Ruthie. Just
keep breathing, okay?

Come on. Nice and slow.

- Stop, Noah, you don't
have to do this, please!

Stop, Noah...
- FBI!

Drop your weapon!
- He admitted it.

He admitted everything.

He molested Ruthie.

When she threatened to talk,
he drugged me with my own oxy

and put me in her bed.

He used me as a scapegoat.

Because what did my
life matter, anyway?

And what did Ruthie's?

I'm gonna make sure

he never hurts another
little girl again.

- Please, I'm sorry.

I said-I said I'm
sorry. Please.

- Is that the whisper you
used when you molested Ruthie?

Is that what you're gonna
do to your new daughter

when she's grown up?

- No!
- Oh, no.

Probably going to
have to wait until she

gets out of diapers, right?

Right?

- Hey, Noah.

Listen to me.

Your whole life,
you've been in...

- No! Don't psychoanalyze me!

I was telling the truth

when I said I passed
out that night.

He's the one who snuck into
Ruthie's room and hurt her,

not me.

- Yeah, and he
hurt you too, Noah.

- Didn't he?

And you're right. I'm
not a psychiatrist, okay?

I'm just a human being who knows

that you didn't hurt Ruthie.

And you probably didn't
mean to hurt anybody else.

You just wanted
the truth, right?

And now you have it, okay?

We all know.

Hey, Noah. Please look at me.

Noah, look at me.

You are just as much a victim
in this as your sister is.

So please don't make this worse.

Show us who you are.

Let him go.

Let him go.

♪ ♪

- Oh, thank God.

Thank God, thank God.

- Hands behind your back.

- Where you're going,
what you did...

You're going to
wish he killed you.

- Hey.

How was your day?

- Fine.

- Pictures from the party?

- I didn't go, Mom.

- Yeah, I know you didn't.

Thank you.

You wanna put that
down for a second?

I wanna talk to you.

- What happened to your head?

- Mm.

Looks worse than
it is. I'm fine.

- Happened at work?

Wait, I forgot.

We don't talk about that.

- There's a reason, Ingrid.

It's not because I'm
trying to hide anything

or because I don't trust you.

It's because I want
to protect you.

- From what?

- I don't want you
to worry about me.

- Mom, I...

I know what your job is,

and I know that it's dangerous.

I'm...

I'm really proud of what you do.

- Thanks, kid.

- Can you at least
promise me one thing?

I can.

- If you're ever not
okay, you'll tell me.

- I will.

- Because you can't protect
me forever, you know.

- I don't know about that.

Don't count on it.

- I'm serious.

In six months, I
will be in college.

Drinking beer, doing drugs.

- Ugh.
- Having sex.

I might even fall in love.

- Well, that is usually
the order of things.

- Did you just make a joke?

- I think I did.

- How hard did you
get hit in the head?

- Really hard, because I'm
thinking about cooking dinner.

- Oh, no.

- Bad idea. Just kidding.

Pizza, Thai, or Chinese?

- Chinese.

- Yeah, I knew you
were gonna say Chinese.

- Mmm.

Ooh, that one's really good.

- I love that one.
- Mm-hmm.