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[pop music playing
indistinctly]

- One margherita,
one meat lover's,

and one mushroom
with pineapple,

which should be illegal.

- I'll shoot them
a really dirty look for you

when I drop them off.

- Ah. Would you?

Hey.

Shutting down the phone soon.

Should be your last run.
You wanna come over after?

- I don't know.

Are you gonna let me
pick the movie this time?

- Oh, I thought you liked
the horror movie marathon.

You liked "Cabin in the Woods."

- I liked Chris Hemsworth.

- Ouch.

- I'm kidding.

Yeah, I'd be up
for a movie night.

Might take me an hour, though.

These deliveries are all over.

- No rush.
I'll be here.

- I'll call you when
I'm on my way back.

- Mm-hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

[horns honking]
[distant sirens wailing]

[ominous music]

* *

- Hey, there you are.
- Come see my new place.

[indistinct chatter]

* *

- [screaming]

* *

- Thanks for coming
all the way out.

- Yeah, it's not a problem.

We hear you have a
possible abduction.

- Yeah, we found the car
early this morning.

Registration came back
to a pizza place in the city.

Apparently, both the car
and the driver

were reported missing
late last night.

- What do you know
about the driver?

- 22-year-old delivery girl
named Chloe Rogers.

Guy who called it in said
she went out for her last run

a little before midnight.

Never made any of her stops.

Pizzas are still in the car.

- All of her delivery addresses
are within

two miles of the pizza place.

- So why the hell'd she end up
an hour outside the city?

Uh, you find
any personal effects?

Phone, ID, wallet?

- No bag or wallet,
but her cell phone

was left in the cup holder.

- Okay, let's get a K-9 unit
to search the surrounding area.

We could find a body
somewhere out there.

* *

- OA, there's a secondary set
of tire tracks.

- Okay. Thank you.

- All right, folks.
Let's get into it.

We have a missing
persons case--

22-year-old Chloe Rogers,
delivery driver

for Luna Pizza in Chelsea.

She left work driving
the company car

at around 11:55 p.m.

Uh, the car was found
this morning an hour away.

The question is, where's Chloe?

Was she with the car
when it was abandoned,

or was she carjacked
before it even left the city?

- Carjacking isn't
a bad theory.

ERT found damage on the car's
passenger side door handle.

Thinks someone was trying
to break in with a screwdriver.

- All right, that's--
that's something.

- Although how many
car thieves do you know

wanna steal
a pizza delivery vehicle?

- Right. Have we heard
from Maggie and OA?

- Yeah, just talked to them.

The area is pretty deserted,

so they're not having
much luck with witnesses.

But they did send over
footage from the gas station

up the road.
- Ooh.

- Check this out.

Timestamps puts this
at 12:42 a.m.

- Can you zoom in on that car?

Well, that confirms
the abduction theory.

Can we get an ID from that?

- Uh, no.
It's too dark for facial rec.

- Can we find another angle?

Get him coming back
the other way?

- No, I checked.

Wherever they went
after ditching the car,

they didn't pass
the gas station again.

- Okay, well,
if the evidence won't help us,

maybe the victim can.

What do we know about her?
- Uh, not a lot.

We're actually having trouble
finding information.

We don't have
an official ID yet,

and there's no online presence.

- Well, somebody's
gotta know her.

Who reported her missing?

- Uh, a coworker
from the pizza place.

Ben Miller.

Scola and Tiffany
are talking to him now.

[suspenseful music]

- My dad hired Chloe to work
with us about six months ago,

and we started dating
pretty soon after that.

But she's a great
girl, you know?

I mean, she wouldn't
just disappear like this.

- Yeah.
We're not doubting that.

Can you tell us what
happened last night?

- Um, I don't know.

She was supposed
to be back after her run

to drop the car off.

When she wasn't back by 1:00,
I started getting worried.

- Okay, and you were here
the whole time?

Cameras will confirm that?

- Yeah.

What, you don't think
I did anything to Chloe?

- You were the last one
to see her.

We just have to ask.

- Yeah, I get it,
but I would never.

Look, we haven't been
together for a long time,

but I really do care about her.

- Good. Help us find her.

- You know anything
about her background?

- What do you mean?

- Well, we're having trouble
tracking down

her family, for one,

so she ever say
anything about them?

- I think it was
just her and her dad.

But she didn't really
talk about him a lot.

I got the feeling they didn't
have the best relationship.

- How so?
- I don't know.

Any time I'd mention him,
she'd just change the subject.

I think she came to New York
for a fresh start, you know?

- Where was she from,
originally?

- Upstate, around Poughkeepsie.

- You know her dad's name?

- No. Sorry.

- We're gonna do everything
we can to track down Chloe,

but we need more information.

I mean, she worked
for your dad, right?

He must have some paperwork
on her.

A W-4 or a driver's license?

- I don't--I don't think so.

- She was an employee here,
wasn't she?

- Yeah, but she didn't have
a bank account set up yet,

so my dad was paying her cash
under the table.

- All right,
you know anyone else

that she was hanging out with,
where she was living,

how she spent her time off?

- I don't think she knew
many people in the city.

She--she was staying
at a youth hostel

a few blocks from here,
Millennial Lodge.

- Chloe's one of
our long-termers.

Been here about six months.
- Is that pretty common?

- Not really, but it happens.

Cheaper than paying
New York rent, I guess.

* *

This is her.

- Okay. Let's see here.

Nothing here.

- Did you know her at all?

- Not really.

I mean, she was nice
but kinda kept to herself.

We do these family
dinners every Friday,

go out afterwards.

Chloe only came once.

I don't think it was
a great experience for her.

- Yeah? Why is that?

- Some guy got
overly interested in her,

followed her back here.

And she's shy, you know.
Didn't know how to handle it.

The guys on staff
had to chase him away.

- When was this?
- About a month ago.

- You all have cameras outside?

- This could be it.

* *

Can we--can we
get sound on this?

- Uh, no. It's video only.

- He clearly has rage issues.

Can we ID him from here?

- Running facial rec now.

Yep. Brett Porter.

20 years old.
He's a business major at NYU.

- All right.
Can we get a current location?

- Can't guarantee
he's there now,

but it looks like he lives in
off-campus student housing.

[rap music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey!

- FBI.

We're not here to
bust your party,

but we need everyone
to stay where they are.

Where are you going?

Sit down.

- Hey. I live here.

Everything okay?

- We're looking
for Brett Porter.

You see him?

- Yeah, uh, I think he went,
um, into his room with a girl.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Hey, Brett, open up.

- Open it.

- Yo, what the hell?
- Where's the girl?

- In the bathroom.
What's going on?

- You okay?

- Yeah, I--what's happening?

- We have some questions to ask
Brett about a missing girl.

- Hold on.
You can't just barge in here.

- Actually, we can.

- Look, I don't know
what you want me to say.

I don't know anyone
named Chloe.

- Well, it sure seems
like you know her.

- What is this?

- You don't remember?

You met her at the bar.

You followed her to her hostel.

This is you? Yeah?

- Okay.

Yeah.

Look, I'll admit
it wasn't my finest moment.

But that's not Chloe,

whatever you said her name was,
that's Tasha.

- Okay, whatever her name is,
she was abducted last night.

And we have you on video
screaming at her

a few weeks
before she disappeared.

So what happened?

- She rejected you.

You felt embarrassed.
- No. Hold on.

I--I wasn't into Tasha.

- Chloe.

- I'm telling you,
that girl's name is Tasha.

I know her from Poughkeepsie.

- Okay,
are you sure about that?

- Yeah.
She worked for my parents.

Cleaned our house twice a week,

until she robbed us
and took off.

- When was that?

- Last summer. Maybe July?

So when I ran into her,
I confronted her about it.

But that's it.

That's the last time I saw her.

* *

- Brett Porter alibied out.

He was at a
university fundraiser.

We've got about a dozen
photos confirming it.

- At least that's
something definitive.

- So still no firm ID
on our victim?

- No, and the deeper
we dig into her,

the more questions we have.

You get her toothbrush
to the lab?

- Yeah, they're running
her DNA now.

- Okay.
I know it's a long shot,

but we know she has
a history of theft.

Maybe she's in the
criminal database.

Hey, you talk
to Brett's parents?

- Yeah, they confirmed
Chloe worked for them

under the name Tasha,

and that she stole $2,000
from them.

But they didn't have
much info on her.

Same situation as
the pizza place--

paid her under the table,
didn't even know

her last name.
- Great. All right.

Folks, we should all
be working on this.

This woman did not just
appear out of nowhere.

Let's keep searching
social media.

And hey, Phil, why don't
you get a team together.

Start cold-calling
Poughkeepsie, yeah?

- Hey, Jubal.
That was the lab.

We just got a hit on her DNA.
- So she has a record.

- Not exactly.

She popped in NamUs.

- The missing persons database?

- Real name Annabelle Collier.

She was abducted from
Staten Island at age four,

and presumed dead
for the past 18 years.

* *

- Annabelle Collier was
abducted outside

of a daycare center
back in 2004.

Her mom's a waitress.

Still lives out
in Staten Island.

Her father was a contractor,
but he died of a heart attack.

- In 2008.

- That's--that's right.
How do you--

- The Collier abduction
was one of my first cases

when I joined the bureau.

I kept in contact
with her parents for years

after we closed the case.

Jubal, we got the guy
who took Annabelle.

He confessed to killing her.

- I--I know.
I read the report.

But the DNA is conclusive.

Chloe Rogers and Annabelle
Collier are the same person.

[suspenseful music]

You know, we're kind of
hitting a wall on this one.

I was hoping you could
provide some context.

I guess you
and your old partner

know more about the Collier
case than anyone else.

Maybe you could--are--are you
still in touch with him?

- No. No, not for years.

But he still works
with the FBI,

with Crimes Against Children
in New Haven.

- I can give him a call.

- No, I'll reach out.

It was our case.
He should hear it from me.

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, stranger.

- Hey.

Thank you for coming
all the way down here.

- It's perfect timing.

It's Angie's week for the
kids, and I was in the city

dropping them off anyway.

Cream, no sugar.

- Thank you.

I actually drink it black now.

Turns out all that cream is not
as healthy as we once thought.

- Don't tell me you've
turned into a health nut.

- [chuckles] No.
- That's no fun.

So what's going on?

You said you got a DNA hit
on Annabelle Collier?

- Yeah, on an abduction case
that we're working.

DNA is a 100% match.

- You sure?
- Positive.

Annabelle's alive,
22 years old.

She's been out there
the whole time.

I--I don't understand how
this could be possible.

I mean, Eddie Lyman
confessed to killing her.

- I guess he was lying.

But that doesn't mean
he wasn't our abductor.

- Really?

Because he's been in prison
for the past 17 years.

- He could have handed
her off to an accomplice

or sold her to some
sex trafficker.

- Whatever happened,
we missed it.

And we stopped looking
for that little girl.

- We worked off the intel
we had at the time.

The important thing is to focus
on the present, okay?

Good news is,

we got another shot at this.

- [sighs] Yeah.

The problem is,
we don't have any leads.

- Well, we may have one.

Apparently Eddie Lyman
beat his case on appeal.

He's been out of prison
for four months.

* *

- Eddie Lyman.

He went to prison back in 2004

for the abduction and murder
of Annabelle Collier.

Annabelle was a
four-year-old little girl

who was taken from a playground
at her daycare center

outside of Staten Island.
- Lyman was her neighbor.

He was in his 20s at the time
and a known predator.

- And according to this, even
before Annabelle went missing,

Lyman served time
for child pornography,

molestation, luring of a minor.

- Right.

Annabelle's mother had
reported him for being creepy.

You know, loitering, leering,

trying to start conversations
with young girls.

- Checked his phone.

Cell records showed him
near the daycare

at the time of the abduction.

Even without his confession,

the case against him was solid.

- So how did he end up
back on the street?

- The public defender
who represented him

was an alcoholic,
disbarred a few years back.

- Ineffective assistance
of counsel.

Lyman was released,
pending a new trial.

- Just in time for Annabelle
to disappear again.

- I just got off the phone
with Lyman's parole officer.

He's working as a janitor
at a place

called the Cameron Motel.

- Okay.
Lyman could be our guy, folks.

Let's get a full team
down there,

ready to search that motel.

- Copy that.

* *

- Lyman has access
to dozens of motel rooms,

and Annabelle could be
in any one of them,

so it's imperative
that we contain him

before he knows we're onsite.
Understood?

agents:
Yes, ma'am.

- Jubal, how are we
looking on your end?

- Yeah, Elise is going
through motel records,

making a list of vacant rooms.

Should have that
to Scola in the next five.

- Copy that.
- All right.

- We'll let you know when
we have eyes on Lyman.

[tense music]

* *

- Hey, look.

Go.

- Eddie Lyman, FBI.
Drop it. Hands up.

- Hey. Hey.
Just take it easy.

Take it easy.

- What are you doing
with that bleach?

- A kid threw up
in one of the bathrooms.

- Where's Annabelle?
- Annabelle?

- The girl you abducted
18 years ago.

- Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

I never touched that girl.

- Get him out of here.

- Wha--come on, man.

You cannot be serious
right now.

- Tiff, we got him. Move in.

- [sighs]
God.

* *

- You got that one.
You guys, come with me.

- I don't know how many times
I have to say it.

I didn't take that girl.

Not yesterday.

Not 18 years ago.

- That's not
what you said back then.

- Yeah, well, I was confused.

He got me all mixed up.
- No.

You were released because
your lawyer was a drunk.

- Yeah, who told me
I get to go home

if I said
what you wanted me to.

I was blindsided.

- We are not here
to re-try your case.

You're gonna get another shot
at that in a few months.

But what do you think
the jury's gonna say

when they find out you didn't
last a year on the outside

without attacking
this poor girl again?

- Why are you doing this?

I don't know this girl.

- We have you on camera
with her last night.

- No. That isn't me.

- Really?

Because that looks a hell
of a lot like

the ring you were wearing
when we picked you up.

Silver band, red stone.

- Okay. Yeah.

It looks like the same ring.

But I ain't the only guy
who has one.

It's a class ring.

Half of Oakwood High
has that same ring.

Guys--guys who lived
in the same neighborhood

as me 18 years ago.

That isn't me.

You got the wrong guy.

Again.

- I wanna go home too, okay?
But that's not how it works.

All right, you're not gonna
go home until you tell me

what you did
with the little girl.

- I already told you.

- You've told me, like,
six different stories, Eddie.

What's going on? Come on.

I need the truth.
[knock at door]

All right. One more time.
Let's take it back.

October 5th.
- Hey.

- Hey.

- So Lyman's alibi checks out.

He was at work at the time
of the abduction.

- Okay.

Thank you.

- What you watching?

- It's Lyman's
original confession.

- From there.

- I went to go see the kids.

They were on the playground,
and--

- You went
to go see Annabelle?

- Yeah.

I saw Annabelle.

- Okay.

Now we're getting somewhere.

- I was at a Quantico
in-service

when Lyman was arrested,

and Jake took
the confession alone.

- Okay. And?

- You can see Ly--
Lyman is unstable.

And Jake is pushing him
really hard,

spinning him upside down.

- Well, you had other evidence
on Lyman, right?

What, the--the cell data.

- Yeah.
I had Ian look into it.

It turns out technology has
come a long way since then.

The carrier overestimated
their ability

to pinpoint the location data.

- Meaning?

- Meaning Lyman
could have been anywhere

within a five-mile radius
of that daycare.

Including at home,
where he said he was.

- Right.

- Jubal,
I buried the wrong guy.

And as a result, we stopped
looking for Annabelle.

[apprehensive music]

[phone buzzes]

- Good news is, we have
better information now.

JOC just got a lead on the ring
our abductor was wearing.

- Okay.

- The class ring that
our present-day abductor

was wearing comes from
the same high school

Lyman attended--Oakwood.

- Which means that the person
we're looking for

is from the same town
where Annabelle Collier

was abducted back in 2004,

which is either
a crazy coincidence, or--

- Or we're looking
for the same abductor.

- Is there any way to track
who bought those rings?

- Yes, we called the company,

and Elise has
the original purchase order.

- There were 36 men
in that graduating class

who ordered rings,
but eliminating anyone

who's passed away
or doesn't match

our abductor's
physical description,

and we're left with six men.

- Right. Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Um, we can bring them in
for questioning?

- I'd hold off--
that part of Staten Island

operates like a small town.

We go in there
without concrete intel,

we risk spooking our perp.
- Right.

All right, let me see
what I can do

to narrow it down from here.
- Okay.

You know, there is one person
from that neighborhood

I think we're safe talking to.

- You wanna go
to the girl's mom?

- If we are looking
for the same guy,

maybe Joan Collier knew him.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- You sure it's her?

- We're positive.

Annabelle's alive.

- Oh, my God.

But I don't--
I don't understand.

You told me--

you told me
Eddie Lyman confessed.

You said he killed her.

- That's what he told us
at the time.

- And you just--

you just took his word for it?

- Well, not exactly.

- My daughter's
been out there for years,

going through God knows what,
because what?

You--you wanted another win
on your record?

You wanted to move on?
You wanted to make it easier?

- I know you're upset.

I get it.

- You get it?

You get what it's like
thinking your daughter

is dead when she's not?

- I'm sorry.
I didn't--I didn't--

I didn't mean it literally.

But we didn't just
take his word for it.

We closed the case on the
totality of the evidence.

And frankly,
revisiting the past

isn't gonna help us
find your daughter now.

Look, this is--
this is good news.

Your daughter is alive.

- You just told me
she was abducted.

Again. How is that good news?

- Because she's breathing.

Alive is better than dead.

It just is.

- This is--
this is unbelievable.

You people act like
I don't have feelings.

That little girl
was my daughter,

and you told me she was dead,
and she's not.

- Joan.

Listen to me.

You have every right
to be upset, to hate us.

But right now, we need your
help to find your daughter.

Annabelle.

* *

Just me and you, okay?

Now, my team has narrowed
it down to six suspects.

They're all from the same area.

They went to the same
high school.

Just let me know if you
recognize any of them.

* *

- That's him.

- Jeff Whalen?
- Yeah.

He, uh--he worked
for my husband.

He was...kind of a sad kid.

He lost his parents young.

A bit of a loner.

- Was he ever around Annabelle?

- Yeah, he was, uh--

He was kind
of attentive to her.

Yeah, and I--
I thought it was sweet,

because he didn't have
a family.

But then he--
he stopped coming around

when Annabelle went missing.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

[sobs]

- Joan.

Hey. It's gonna be okay.

- Yeah?

That's what you said last time.

* *

- Anything?

- Yeah.

She ID'd one of them.

Jeff Whalen.

- Good.

Glad you were able
to connect with her.

- Yeah, it's funny
how much easier that is

when you're not trying
to gaslight her.

- Izzy, she was spinning out.

We're working
an abduction case.

Every minute counts.

We don't have time to hold her
hand and beg for forgiveness.

- You don't think
we owe her that?

After what that woman
has been through?

- Like I keep saying, we worked
off the intel that we had.

- So?

How does that help Joan
Collier or her daughter?

- Look, I feel
the same way you do.

But we did the best
that we could.

- Did we?

- What the hell does that mean?

[tense music]

- It means we had a lot
going on back then.

- That had nothing to do
with any of this.

- Seems to me we were
either fighting, or--

- No.

If anything, us being
together helped us

deal with the stress
and the late nights.

Izzy, we were good together.
We were.

We followed the leads that we
had, and they didn't work out.

That's just what
happens sometimes.

Hell, this guy Whalen,

he wasn't even
on our radar back then.

So do yourself a favor
and let it go.

- Let it go?

- Only thing you can do.

- No.

The only thing we can do
is find Annabelle.

This time, anyway.

* *

- All right,
I wanna know everything

there is to know
about Jeff Whalen.

Who he is,
what he's been doing,

who his childhood
best friends are.

- Whalen was born
in Poughkeepsie in 1980.

Only child.

His parents moved him
to Staten Island

when he was in junior high,

but they were both killed
in a car accident

a couple of years later.

Whalen bounced around
foster homes

for the rest of high school
until he turned 18.

- From there,
he started working odd jobs

as a carpenter on Staten Island
up until early 2004.

He pretty much falls off
the grid after that.

- What do you mean?
What--where'd he go?

- No clue.

Last employment on file
was terminated four months

before Annabelle disappeared.

After that, he's a ghost.

- Well, he's supposedly been
living out in the world, right?

- Well, not under that name
or Social Security number.

- You said he was
from Poughkeepsie, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, our victim was
living up there with her dad

under a fake name.

Maybe Whalen's using
a fake name too.

- That's a good idea.

Let's run his photo
through the DMV database.

- Okay, I got something.
Jim Wilson, 42 years old.

Lives in Fairview, 15 minutes
outside of Poughkeepsie.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
That's him.

Is this address current?
- I think so.

Property records still
list him as the owner,

and he's still
paying utilities.

- All right,
let's check it out.

* *

- Heads up.

Gray Honda Civic
pulling in now.

- Is that him?

- Hard to tell from here.

He's headed in the house.

- Jeff Whalen! FBI.

We need to talk.
- Set the bag down.

Turn around. Now.

- Okay. Okay.

I'm putting the bag down.

- Who are you?
- Paul Carson.

What do you guys want?

- You live here?

- Yeah, I moved in this fall.

- Where's the guy
who owns this house?

- I don't know.

He left town right around
the time I moved in.

* *

- Yeah.
I knew him as Jim Wilson.

He's lived in town as long
as I've been around.

At least 15 years.

- He live alone?

- No, he's got a daughter.

Probably college age now.

- That her?

- Yeah, Tasha. Nice girl.

A little quiet,
but they both were.

- What was their
relationship like?

Tasha and her father,
based off what you saw?

- They were a little strange,
to be honest with you.

Very insular.

Got the feeling he was
kind of overprotective,

but I guess she broke out
on her own eventually.

- What do you mean, you guess?
- I don't know.

The rumor was that
she ran away.

Left in the middle
of the night.

No note. That kind of thing.

Wilson was pretty
broken up by it.

I figured that's why he
left town, to track her down.

- You know how to get
in contact with him?

- No, that was a part
of the deal

when he agreed to rent me
this place.

I'm paying a reduced rate,

but the upkeep of the house
is on me.

- Where do you send the rent?

- I can get you the address.

It's a PO box in a town
called Nelsonville.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Hey, Jubal.
- Yeah?

- Yeah, the post office clerk
confirmed

Whalen's been checking
his box regularly

the last five months.

- That--that's great.

Do they know where
he's been staying?

- No, but they have him
on security cameras

driving a green pickup truck.

You'll get the footage soon.

- Yeah, got it.
Downloading it now.

- Okay. Okay.

There's Whalen.

* *

Kelly, can you run
these plates, please?

318, Charlie, Hotel,
Uniform, Romeo.

- Okay.

Green Chevy S-10, purchased
for cash five months ago.

Registered to Jim Wilson.

- Do we have a way
of tracking it?

- It's a 2003 model. No GPS.
- All right.

Let's put a BOLO out
on that vehicle, please.

- I wanna get air support
up there too.

See if we can get eyes
on it from above.

[tense music]

* *

- Maggie, 10 o'clock.

- Hey, Jubal.
We've got eyes on Whalen.

- All right, we got him.

Get Putnam PD over there.
We need backup.

* *

[tires squealing]

- Jubal, Whalen made us.

He's fleeing in that
green pickup truck,

heading east on Main Street.
We're in pursuit.

* *

- Damn it!

- All right, folks,
Jeff Whalen is in the wind,

and he knows we're on to him,

which means we need
to find him, and fast.

Kelly, where are we
with that truck?

- Nothing yet,
but we got the entire

Putnam County Police Department
out there looking for it.

Air support two minutes out.

- Any leads
on where he's going?

- If he's going to the
post office regularly,

he's gotta be living nearby.

- We've been looking at recent
property sales in the area.

There was one about five months
back that stands out.

A small cabin way back
in the woods

on the outskirts of town.

Buyer paid cash the same day
Whalen emptied his accounts

and left Poughkeepsie.

- Was his name on the deed?
- No.

House was purchased under
the name Joe Woodman.

So we're into a bit
of guesswork there.

- Okay, but we know Whalen has
changed his name in the past,

and the initials
are consistent.

Jeff Whalen, Jim Wilson,
Joe Woodman.

- It's gotta be him.
- Yeah.

- Jubal, get SWAT
and both teams over

to that address, now.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Where are you going?

- To Nelsonville.

[tense music]

* *

- Hey. How's it looking?

- No sign of Whalen, but we're
definitely in the right spot.

Green truck is
parked on the side.

- All right, let's send
a scout to get eyes on him.

But stay out of sight
until we're ready to move in.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Copy.

- Jubal,
Whalen's truck's on site.

I wanna get a team into that
house as soon as possible.

How are you on your side?
- Air support is up.

We have an aerial view
of the property,

and Elise has blueprints
for the house.

- All right.
Can we get a copy to OA?

- Yeah, sending now.

- We've got several acres
of woods

in between you
and the next property.

We need to get that contained.

- How long before we have
the manpower for that?

- Scola and Tiffany
are on their way

with a second SWAT team.

- Isobel, we might
have a problem.

- Jubal, hang on.
What's going on?

- Whalen may know
that we're here.

Scouts got eyes on him.

He retreated into the house,
closed the curtains.

- So much for the element
of surprise.

- So let's switch gears.

Wait for backup, treat it
like a hostage negotiation.

- No, no,
the longer we let this boil,

the worse it gets
for Annabelle.

We've gotta stop him before
he does something rash.

- Hang on. Whoa, whoa.
Think about it for a minute.

- We don't have a minute, Jake.

Whalen is a loose cannon.

Maggie, OA, we're going in now.
- Got it.

* *

- Bravo team, go.

Alpha team, on me.

- OA!

* *

Hey!

Hey!

[both grunting]

- Where's the girl?

- I couldn't just
let her leave!

She's my daughter.

I love her.

She was my little baby!
- Where is she?

- We were supposed to be
together forever.

I love her.

- Hey. Hey.

Where is she?
- Isobel, we have him.

We're bringing him back now.

Let's go.

- Nice job, you two.

Dan, how's the search
of the house coming?

Any sign of Annabelle?

- Negative.
The house is clear.

Let's move out.

- There's no way.

Annabelle is the only family
Whalen has.

He's too attached to her
to not have her with him.

Keep searching that house, Dan.

She's gotta be there.

- We can do another sweep.

* *

- What the hell?

- Dan, talk to me.
Are you guys okay?

- Gas line exploded.

Whalen must have untethered it.
Everybody out, now!

- Wait, what about the girl?

- She isn't here.
We have to clear out.

There's gas everywhere.

The whole place is gonna go up.

[officers shouting]

- That's everyone.
- No, no.

They--they don't
have Annabelle.

We've gotta find her.

- Are you out of your mind?

They swept the place.
She isn't here.

- No, she has to be.

Annabelle means everything
to Whalen.

- Hey, Izzy. It's suicide.

- We let her down once,
and I will not do it again.

* *

Annabelle?

[wood splintering]

Annabelle?

Annabelle?

- [panting, coughing]

- Annabelle, I'm with the FBI.

I'm gonna get you
out of here, okay?

[coughing]

* *

[sentimental music]

* *

- Tasha, this is your mother,
Joan Collier.

- I'm sorry, I didn't--

He told me you were dead.

- Mm. Hmm. Mm-hmm.

- You two have a lot to catch
up on, so take your time.

When you're ready,
we're here to help.

We're gonna get you
through this, okay?

- Thank you.

* *

- [sobbing]

- How's Annabelle doing?

- She's okay.

She's, uh trying to process.

You know, make sense
of everything.

- Izzy, what you did,
running into that house, was--

- Insane?

- Yeah.

We should--we should
go out and celebrate

and have a couple of drinks.

For old time's sake.

- Mm, no.

I don't think so.

[sighs]

- Well, it was really
good to see you.

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]