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You realize what you're saying?

I'm less worried about what they've done,

and more worried about what they'll do.

- A second attack? - Yeah.

I want this.

What're you doing? I said I'd call you when we're done.

- I need something else. - Wait, why?

No!

Shut up.

- Can I help you? - I wanted to show my husband your house.

I grew up here.

Wanna take a look inside?

Found it!

Looks like a lot of Turn Lake's money went to Vice President Redfield.

Wick wouldn't have known about Night Action

unless someone in the White House told him.

Sutherland and the Larkin girl are onto you and Wick.

I can't deal with this, Diane. My daughter is missing.

Could you just handle this the way you promised you would?

What do you wanna do?

I'll have Peter arrested,

isolate him until we can figure out the best way to silo him off.

Eyes on Sutherland!

You are definitely not my date.

I need you to cancel, man. Do me a solid.

I don't give a shit who's in charge.

All that matters is finding Maddie.

So there is no boss here.

If we can't silence Peter, maybe we can discredit him.

My daughter was kidnapped last night.

The Secret Service have identified a person of interest

in Maddie's disappearance.

His name is Peter Sutherland, Jr.

How're they outraising us?

Okay, listen,

most of our voters barely have broadband, so I don't care about Internet outreach.

- Dad, I want it. - I need you to rope me donors.

- Stop. - Voters don't get people in office.

CEOs do, super PACs do. So if we can just...

- No! - Hold on.

Maddie, give the toy to Sarah.

But it's mine.

Share, or I'll take it away.

Sorry, just wrangling two kids by myself here.

Sometimes, I'd like to poke myself in the eye with a hot knife, you know?

No, I'm not gonna say that out loud. I'm saying it to you.

Sarah?

Sarah?

No!

Sarah!

Maddie!

Maddie!

Sarah will come back, Daddy.

What do you mean?

Sarah took my doll, and I wished she'd go away forever.

That's why it happened.

But I can wish her back.

You were supposed to be watching her.

I know. But I can wish her...

That's not how it works, Maddie.

Once you wish someone dead, that's it.

Sarah's gone, understand?

Gone forever.

And you were supposed to be watching her.

Where am I?

Who are you? What's this all about?

- Tell me. - Get up.

Get up.

Hold the paper.

Front page.

Higher.

Whatever you want, my father can get it for you.

Just let me talk to him, please?

Please?

What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?!

He didn't even hesitate.

I called him one time.

He was there.

I know, but you would've done the same for him.

We gotta keep going. If we stop, a lot of people could get hurt.

- A lot of people have gotten hurt. - None of that was your fault.

Peter, I wouldn't still be here if you hadn't come through for me.

Cisco, Lorna,

none of them would want us to give up, especially my aunt and uncle.

Hearing Lorna talk about them...

they sounded, uh...

They were the best.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what I'm gonna do without them,

but I know that I'm not gonna give up.

Peter, I'm gonna find the truth,

and I'm gonna finish what they started.

Or we could just...

sail someplace else, forget about all this shit.

Maybe, but that's not who you are.

Do you remember the first time when I called Night Action?

What you said to me on the phone, when I was terrified in that closet?

- No. - You told me to fight like hell.

And that's what I need you to do right now.

For me.

Oh my God.

Are you okay?

- I'm... I'm so sorry. - Yeah, yeah.

Oh yeah, I'm good.

Well, the FBI should be proud.

They trained Sutherland so well in countersurveillance, he's vanished.

I'll pay his college buddies a visit, see what they know.

Dave's calling the ex-fiancée in Texas.

All right. Keep me updated.

I'm guessing there's no written confession or some sort of manifesto?

I doubt Sutherland's the type.

But you can check the shelf.

Hmm. Why keep books you never read?

Pretension. Just ask 90% of people with copies of Infinite Jest.

I got it.

"Warmly, Jim."

No return address.

Also from Jim.

I guess Sutherland didn't appreciate Jim's literary taste.

But he cared enough about him to keep the cards and the books.

Patrick, run these for prints.

We're looking for a sender with the name Jim or James.

Maybe this Jim guy knows where Sutherland might disappear to with Maddie.

- This doesn't track for me. - Which part?

This place, this guy. I don't think he has Maddie.

Nothing at the art professor's apartment points to him.

Nothing at the office, nothing at the dorm.

It doesn't make sense to me either.

What does the White House know about Sutherland

that they're not telling us that makes him a suspect?

I'm not sure.

If they're wrong about him, where does that leave Maddie?

Maybe we should be working this from more than one angle.

- What do you have in mind? - Still got that flyer?

- Keep bugging him about that. - Yes, ma'am.

Valerie.

Call Senator Blaine and cancel tomorrow's meeting.

Madam President.

- I could've come to the Oval. - No, it's fine.

Thanks, Val.

- Any news on Maddie? - Not yet. But she has to be alive.

Nobody targets the VP's daughter unless they want something.

And if they want something, her well-being is their only leverage.

And if it is Peter Sutherland, then what the hell does he want?

Just guessing, but he's always had a bug up his ass

about his father, saying he was framed, "the truth is out there" kind of stuff.

Might be his way of drawing attention to that.

So, what happened last night?

You brought him in, and then you lost him?

Every federal agency is working around the clock looking for him.

No, damage control is not enough here, Diane.

I'm wondering how this could happen.

So, what? He came in, and you spoke about the Campbell case.

I told him to bring in Rose Larkin, but he came alone.

He wouldn't tell me where she was.

He wouldn't tell me why he was snooping around Georgetown looking for Maddie.

He didn't say anything other than he was done helping us.

He's gone rogue.

For all I know, he's holding the Larkin girl hostage now too.

You promised me she'd be safe.

If I knew then what I know now, I obviously wouldn't have brought him in.

So you agree you demonstrated poor judgment?

Because I'm starting to wonder if I did.

- How dare you? - Careful.

I have had your back your entire political career, Michelle.

I helped you get the House, the Senate, the presidency,

and now you're telling me you don't trust me?

Not you, your judgment on this.

Everything I've done, I've done for what you believe in. Everything.

Not because we're friends, or we held each other's hair in college,

but because I believe in you.

Your agenda can do so much good for this country.

I hope you know I would never try to sabotage that.

I misjudged Peter, I admit that, but we'll find him, and we'll save Maddie.

Michelle, I'm on your side.

We have been through a lot together.

It's true.

But I think you've got too much on your plate right now,

so if you wanna protect the agenda, focus on the day-to-day...

Moving forward, I think you need to take a step back from this case.

Welcome to New Leaf.

Awfully quiet. Staff on vacation?

Well, most of our team went to the protest on the Hill.

I'm Dylan, by the way. How can I help you?

We're with the Secret Service.

Is this about Maddie Redfield?

You know her?

I know who she is. I know she's missing.

What about this man?

Yeah, that's Paulo. Paulo Bonetto.

He's one of our core members. He teaches at Georgetown.

He talked about bringing Maddie around here sometime,

but it hasn't happened yet.

He was gonna talk to her about it last night.

So you knew Paulo was planning

a secret meeting last night with Maddie Redfield?

You... you don't think Paulo's involved in her kidnapping, do you?

- He would never... - Paulo is dead.

- What? - Shot and killed by whoever took Maddie.

Someone who knew Paulo and Maddie were secretly getting together.

Paulo's dead?

Yes.

So where were you last night?

Um... Shit, do... do I need a lawyer?

- Only if you're hiding something. - No, no, nothing.

I was here last night, all night.

How did you know Maddie was with him last night?

He... he told me.

Paolo thought that if he recruited her, that she could amplify New Leaf's message,

and he was gonna try to convince her to record a plug for us last night.

And then he was gonna send me the video, but he never responded to me.

Who else was in on this plan?

I mean, it wasn't, like, a plan.

Him?

No.

What about him?

You're not in trouble, Dylan.

Not yet.

Tell us who this is.

- That's Matteo. - Matteo?

- Matteo who? - I don't know his last name.

Uh, he started dating Paulo, like, eight or nine months ago,

but I haven't seen him for weeks.

Rome Tome had the facts first.

And if people had actually listened to us about Peter Sutherland,

about the metro bombing,

then Maddie Redfield would be home safe right now.

And this is a message that goes out to all of my loyal Romans out there.

We have a moral responsibility to find this... this... this shithead

and bring him to justice.

Doomscrolling never helped anybody.

Yeah.

I guess I've always wanted to be closer to my dad.

I finally got my wish.

What was he accused of exactly?

Classified documents were leaked, okay,

that compromised U.S. defense strategies around the world.

Uh, the breach was traced back to the FBI's counterintelligence division.

My dad was section chief.

And did they find any evidence, or...?

He died before they could charge him.

None of the evidence was made public.

Well, if you knew he was innocent,

then why join the FBI?

You must hate them.

My dad,

he always had faith in the institution, you know?

He taught me to believe in due process,

"innocent till proven guilty," and I just...

thought maybe if I kept that faith...

You could clear his name one day.

Yeah.

- Fucking naive. - I don't think it's naive.

I think it's a fight you can't win right now,

and maybe there's a fight more important.

Yeah, maybe.

What are we gonna do? Everybody in the country's looking for me.

Well, we could take the evidence we have to someone in the press.

No journalist is gonna believe us without a smoking gun.

Well, let's find it then.

What else do you remember about the bomber that night?

I told the FBI everything. They interviewed hundreds of suspects.

Well, can we check their work?

My portal access is revoked.

Wait, you grabbed somebody's badge at the White House.

What about Liam's?

Yeah, I mean, we'd still need his password though.

Well, luckily, you know someone with the skills and tools to crack it.

- Okay, you're a black hat now? - And you're a wanted fugitive.

I guess we make a great team.

I just received this 20 minutes ago.

What... whatever you want, my father can get it for you.

Just please let me talk to him, please?

Tell him the demands.

Just one.

"You have two days."

"Confess you planned the metro bombing and covered it up."

"Admit who your accomplices were."

"If you don't, I'll have Maddie tell the world what you did,

and then I'll kill her for everyone to see."

Who the fuck is this? And why are they giving it just to you?

Unclear,

but I have my guys tracing the email.

- What do we do? - We move forward as planned.

This guy's giving us two days to find her. It'll be fine.

Fine? This is my family. This is Maddie's life.

I don't see any cameras here,

so you can dial down the sympathetic father act.

Oh, fuck you.

This is my daughter.

It's a little late to start caring about her now.

This kidnapper's not just asking for you to fall on your sword.

He wants all of us hung by our heels.

She's right.

Jesus Christ.

Okay.

What if I confess?

I mean, who would even believe it?

A father of a kidnapped girl would say anything to get her freed, right?

I mean, that's it, I'll confess.

And then when we get her back, I'll deny it,

and no one will believe any of it.

Until someone starts digging into the smoke and finds a fucking forest fire.

You are not surrendering to these demands.

If the kidnapper tells Maddie what he knows,

even if we get her back safely, what then?

- I... I can control her. - Can you?

Yes, as I always have.

What if I told you

Maddie was getting ready to publicly humiliate you?

What are you talking about?

- What the fuck is this? - Open it.

It's your old nanny cam.

Maddie was making noises to her therapist,

and fortunately, Dr. Hennings gave me a heads-up

about what Maddie was planning to show the world.

You should watch it.

I did.

- Your daughter wants to ruin you. - Why are you doing this?

You asked me to clean up your mess, remember?

Which I did,

reluctantly, resentfully, but effectively,

so you can keep your tired complaints and woe-is-me defeatism

and accept some basic fucking reality.

You are on the plane with the both of us. I am not letting you crash us to ground.

You can keep that. We've made digital copies.

I thought we were all on the same team here.

We are. This just makes it official.

Help!

Somebody help me!

You can yell all you want, no one's gonna hear you.

- Why'd you kill him? - Who, Paulo?

Don't be too concerned. He didn't like you.

You were just his mark.

Did he plan this with you?

Paulo was using you for his propaganda campaign,

and I was just using him to get to you.

Whatever this is, you don't have to go through with it.

It isn't too late to do the right thing.

I'm not interested in the right thing.

What are you interested in?

Revenge.

For what?

It's my dad, isn't it?

It has to be. What did he do?

- Maybe I can help you. - You're helping me just by being here.

You don't understand. I fucking hate my father.

You wanna take him down? I can help you.

Nice try.

I've seen your father's ads.

You're his flag-waving, apple-pie-eating pride and joy.

You buy that bullshit? It's a show. It's a performance.

You wanna destroy him? I have something that can do that.

I have a video that will end him.

We just have to get it.

There is no "we."

It's in Racine, Wisconsin. 419 North Lake Drive.

It'll be worth it. I promise.

Okay, the week that he died,

Hawkins was looking into these 12 suspects online.

We're looking for somebody with a military background under 35.

Okay.

- That narrows it down to two. - Pedro Navarro.

Looks like he had a solid alibi that night. Who's the other guy?

Colin Worley. Died?

He died the day before the FBI was gonna show up and interview him.

The timing's suspicious?

I mean, there's not even a cause of death listed.

Look how thin the file is.

No one bothered to look into the guy.

Or someone tampered with his file.

Okay, so if we prove that Colin Worley's the bomber,

we can connect this thing to Turn Lake.

He might be our guy,

so just hack into the county records and get the autopsy report.

- Come on, man, hack? - Yeah, hack it.

What we need won't be digitized. It's all on paper.

We can dock tomorrow,

and visit the Office of Public Records like normal people.

Neither his friends nor his ex-fiancée knows where he is.

And since Sutherland is skilled in countersurveillance,

we have few leads to his whereabouts.

But we did learn that the art professor was trying to recruit Maddie to New Leaf,

and his boyfriend, Matteo...

- The man in the sketches? - Yes. He may have been part of that plot.

Investigating this Matteo lead might be our best chance to find Maddie.

Nevertheless, Peter Sutherland remains the primary suspect.

He showed up at Georgetown and threatened Maddie's life.

He asked about a past event, thought Maddie may have been targeted.

Sutherland ran out of the White House through the tunnel

to avoid answering questions. An innocent man doesn't do that.

It is possible that he and this Matteo are working together, ma'am.

There are plenty of other agents still out there still tracking Sutherland.

Agent Arrington and I

are only suggesting that we work this from another angle.

We're under a colossal microscope right now.

People in this country are on edge, scared,

wondering who murdered the deputy director of the FBI.

If the public sees us now abandoning the manhunt for Sutherland

to chase after some sandal-wearing Earth-hugger,

we can kiss this administration and our agenda goodbye.

- Isn't this a Secret Service matter? - Stand down, Arrington.

Farr is right.

- Monks, stay on Sutherland. - Sir, I really think...

Aren't you the one who let Maddie escape right into the kidnapper's hands?

Then I imagine you'd use all of your energy to find her.

That starts and ends with Peter Sutherland.

Get going.

The stories coming out of today's news reports are shocking.

Evidence of neglect, of pain medications being withheld.

These are the men and women we ask to risk everything

in order to protect us and protect our democracy.

- I don't have an update. - I may.

Two agents on Maddie's detail caught the scent of something promising.

I pushed them back on Peter, but we should pursue it.

- You got a name? - Just a first.

Matteo.

- That mean anything to you? - No.

He's affiliated with some climate group called New Leaf.

I guess it's somewhere between Greenpeace and eco-terrorists.

I have a sketch. I'm sending it now.

You recognize him?

Yeah, I recognize him.

The house in Racine belongs to a couple, Frank and Denise Gimble.

We moved when my dad became governor.

The wife, Denise, was murdered there last week,

and the only thing the cops found at the crime scene was a stolen baby,

which I gotta say is weird as fuck.

- A baby? - She got returned to the mom.

But there was also some damage in a basement wall,

which makes the cops think they took something from there.

I hid the video in the basement, but it was a secret.

No one knew about it except...

Except my therapist.

Why would she...?

What was on the video?

- Why aren't you dressed? - I'm not going.

Stop being selfish.

This event is sponsored by your sister's foundation.

Your presence is non-negotiable.

I'm not gonna sit there and listen to you lie anymore.

Excuse me?

You're gonna get up on that stage

and start crying about how Sarah died because I wasn't watching her.

I'm remembering things about what happened that day by the pool.

You always told me that Sarah drowned because of me,

but you left the pool gate open, you left both of us out there alone.

I'm sorry you have to invent these stories to protect your conscience,

but I forgive you.

Sarah drowned because of you, Dad.

You keep blaming it all on me, but you did it. Not me, you.

And I'm gonna tell the whole world.

You ungrateful, lying, little fucking bitch!

Get off me!

Get your ass downstairs,

and say your goddamn lines like always.

I wanted to show the world who he really is.

Why didn't you, then?

Because I believed him.

He would've killed me.

Then he got so in my head,

I started to doubt if anyone would even listen to me.

Whatever you want, whatever you're planning for my father,

we can do it together.

We'll see.

No, please.

Please.

You've been ignoring my calls.

I sent your partner the discontinue code.

Things are getting messy, so the less contact we have the better.

He's dead.

I know.

So the mission is far from discontinued.

Look, I understand your feelings.

Shut the fuck up.

You don't understand anything.

Him and me...

we fit into this world...

together.

And now he's gone.

So you're gonna tell me where Peter Sutherland is.

I don't know.

- The whole country's looking for him. - You think I'm fucking stupid?

No, no, not at all.

Okay, look, I'll make you a deal.

I know who Maddie Redfield's kidnapper is. I'll give you his last known whereabouts.

You find him, take care of him,

and I'll locate Peter Sutherland for you.

Deal?

Here you go, miss.

- Hey. - Hey.

They park their cars in a garage around the corner.

- We should grab the keys while it's safe. - Yeah.

Seriously?

Okay.

Stay safe.

Yeah, you too. Don't take too long.

Shit.

All personal items and purses go in the bins to your right.

Move forward.

Good to go.

All personal items and purses go in the bins to your right.

- Hi. - Can I help you?

I'd like copies of all public records related to a Colin Worley.

- Colin Worley? - Yes.

Okay, you just need to fill out this form, and I'll need to see your ID.

Oh my God, did you go to Cal?

No, my son's applying.

Not great odds being out of state, but, uh, trying to manifest for him.

Well, if you give me his name and his high school,

I could put in a good word.

I'm an alumni, and I know some people in Admissions.

- Would you really? - I'd be happy to.

Honestly, this school could benefit from some good out-of-state talent, trust me.

Max is gonna be thrilled. Did you park in the building?

Can I validate your parking as a thank you?

Oh no, that's all right.

But there is something that you can help me with.

This guy called Worley, he was engaged to my sister.

I always thought there was something off about him,

but my sister never believed me until he disappeared.

He just vanished without a trace.

I just need to know what Colin's deal is and where he might be.

Wow. I can certainly pull the records as soon as you fill out the form.

Here's the thing,

Colin's associates are kind of dangerous and very connected.

If they had something to do with his disappearance,

they'll know that I asked questions.

So is there any way that I can get his records

without leaving a paper trail?

I'm sorry, but I can't release records without documentation.

Please, my sister, I just wanna protect her

and just get her some answers or something.

I understand it's a sensitive situation, but I could lose my job.

Oh, well, that... that's the last thing that I would want.

I'll figure it out.

And, uh, don't worry,

uh, I'll still reach out to Admissions about Max.

Hey!

Excuse me, ma'am?

You forgot this.

They keep cameras in the office.

I hope you and your sister find your answers.

Me too. Thank you so much.

Hey.

Hey, didn't I see you in that car with Peter Sutherland?

Aren't you that missing tech lady?

I... I think you're mistaken.

Hey, where is he?

Is he coercing you?

- We can protect you from that prick. - Fuck off.

Hey, we just wanna talk. Come here.

- Are you helping that traitor? - He's not a traitor.

- Citizen's arrest. Call the cops. - Get off me.

- This is how patriots get shit done. - Whoo!

Boys, boys, boys, boys, it's him.

- Hey, let her go! - We're bringing you in too!

- Jesus! - Peter, put that down!

- Come on, Rose. You okay? - Yeah.

- What were you thinking? - What?

Arguing with those conspiracy freaks.

- You can't reason with them. - They were shit-talking.

- Who cares? - I care.

I can't have you putting yourself in a dangerous situation like that for me.

- It's not worth it. - People need to know who you are.

You're the good guy in all of this, and I'll fight for that.

- We heading back to the boat or...? - Yeah.

Yeah, but they saw our car, so we need to hit another valet stand.

Jim Wilson?

That would be me.

Secret Service.

We have a few questions about Peter Sutherland.

And you think I might know where he is, Agent Monks?

When you took that bullet for the last president,

your face bumped my article off the front page.

I'm a reporter, Baltimore Sun.

Mr. Wilson, we're here because you sent Peter some birthday cards?

Yes, I did.

He held on to them, huh?

Come on inside. Let's talk.

- What's your relation to Peter? - My godson.

Was my godson.

It's, uh, complicated.

Here, have a seat.

Peter's father was my best friend for many years.

I never had kids,

so I always considered Peter to be like my own.

We would take weekends in the great outdoors.

Got a lot closer when his mom passed.

It's pretty tragic what that kid's been through.

One loss after another really.

First his mother, then his father, and then you.

I tried to keep in touch.

What caused the rift?

Difference of opinion.

After Peter's father died, I started investigating.

I mean, who could have leaked those classified FBI files?

I spent months on it.

Kept circling the same conclusion. The most likely culprit was Peter.

Senior, that is.

You thought your best friend was a traitor?

I didn't wanna believe in the facts, but I was obligated to report them.

I'm sure Junior didn't take that well.

No. He felt betrayed.

I tried explaining it to him, but the damage was done.

And when he went off to college, he just cut ties,

and I haven't seen or heard from him since.

So to answer your burning question, no.

I don't know where he is. I don't know where he's been,

and I don't know where he's going.

What I do know is that you guys are barking up the wrong tree

in this Maddie Redfield case.

- Why is that? - Peter cares about people.

It doesn't matter if they're friends or strangers.

He also cares what people think of him.

He doesn't step a toe out of line.

This is not someone who just up and kidnaps the vice president's daughter.

Well, be that as it may, we still need to find him and rule him out.

You know of any place he might be?

This was just two hours ago.

Citizen's arrest.

We need to find Peter before he gets hurt or hurts someone else.

Hey, let her go!

We're bringing you in too!

- Jesus! - Peter, put that down!

I don't know what to tell you. I don't know where he is.

You said you all used to spend weekends outdoors.

- Where? - Everywhere.

Blue Ridge, Catskills, Adirondacks, you name it.

You keep a camper? I noticed a trailer hitch on your truck outside.

It's at my old place, down by Shenandoah.

Address?

- Anywhere else he might be? - I have no idea.

Is that him?

Yeah.

- Is that your boat? - It is.

I don't use it much anymore.

I doubt that Peter would remember where I dock it.

And where do you dock it?

The autopsy report says it's a drug overdose.

Medical examiner found no indication of foul play.

Colin's rap sheet indicates a couple of court-appointed stays in rehab,

so an OD is possible.

Shit.

Okay, well, his personal effects were all forwarded to a next of kin.

There's no name, but there's an address.

The personal effects include a wallet, keys,

and a keycard to a company called Allontine Manufacturing.

You look that up.

Allontine Manufacturing.

There's no digital footprint.

Odd, but it shouldn't be a problem. I just need to know where to look.

Oh my God.

What?

It's a subsidiary of Turn Lake Industries.

Shit.

These are his arrest photos.

He's our guy. Colin Worley's the bomber.

Wait, how do you know?

'Cause the guy I chased that night had that exact same tattoo.

Turn Lake would know how to murder someone, get away with it,

and make it look like an accident, an overdose.

So Turn Lake hires Colin Worley, you stop it, chase him, he escapes...

And then they kill him to cover their tracks.

We gotta check out this PO box and figure out who it belongs to.

Maybe his next of kin knows what Worley was up to.

If we can find out who he was trying to kill...

We might be able to stop Farr and Redfield from trying again.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Meet you back at the campus once we're done here.

Shenandoahan police checked out the camper.

There's no sign that anyone's been there for months.

Almora's gonna pull me off this if we don't turn up something soon.

Don't worry about Almora.

I'm not worried about me.

I'm worried I won't be there to help Maddie.

I'm worried about where she is right now, about how she's holding up.

Maddie and I would play out different emergency scenarios

for if she was ever in trouble.

She thought it was ridiculous, but she kind of enjoyed it as a game.

I guess I thought it was a game too.

I never really thought anything...

Hands up! I said hands up! Drop the bag!

- Get your fucking hands up! - On the ground!

On your knees, now!

I've got 'em.

Peter?

Yeah. It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.