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Come on, guys, move it, move it.

The bus waits for no one.

Come on. Come on.

Kayla, that means you.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

- You too.
- Let's go, guys.

Mom would never have done this.

You're right

your mom would have the
good sense not to volunteer,

but, unlike her, I'm a
sucker for punishment.

Butt on bus. Now.

Come on. Let's sit by Jordan.

Shh! My dad, he's so annoying!

Come on, sit down, kids.

You need a raise.

Yes, I do.

Here we go

field trip to the
Wagner Institute.

Dad, what are you doing?
Grace is sitting here!

Okay.

Okay, here we go.

Hey, Jordan

pass that to Kayla for me.

- Kayla?
- Huh?

Here's your water.

I don't need water.

Stop hovering.

Put your phone down

- and stay put.
- What's wrong?

Hey!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Ah!

Why? Why?

Hey.

You just wake up?

No, no. I've been up for hours.

Worked out, had a... smoothie.

Fantastic.

The house is looking, uh, nice.

Coming together... new house.

You like?

Looks great.

I-I do, I like, I
just have one question

you let him hang a
baseball bat on the wall?

That bat was used by J-Roll
to hit a game-tying triple

against the Cincinnati
Reds, all right?

Watch your mouth.

Hi, Mike.

I don't care what it is.

You made me keep all my
sports stuff in the garage.

Your "sports stuff"

was dirty sneakers
and a skateboard.

Yeah, I'm staying out of this.

Hi, Mom and Dad.

Hey, hey!

Hi, baby.

What are you doing?
You just wake up?

I don't have class until 11,

and can you remind me again

why we have to do this
at the crack of dawn?

Mom's idea.

Is that mascara? You
still have mascara on?

And whose t-shirt is that?

Yeah, it's not your t-shirt.

Uh, I know this, 'cause
you don't go to Penn.

Who goes to Penn?

It's Penn State, Dad,

and stop detective-ing
me, both of you!

Sid, I love you more than
anything on the planet,

but I need you to know something

college guys are like piranha

only piranha

want food,

and college guys, they want...

- Jason...
- Dad!

Well, I'm just...
just saying, Sid.

Uh, truth is,

- you are the most amazing girl...
- Dad!

On the planet, so, everybody
should respect you,

but I don't know...

beer pong and things like that,

gets outta hand, all right?

Gets out of hand and...

Uh-huh.

Blame it on the beer pong.

That's the plumber. Just
got her. She's great.

Both of you, just promise
me you're using protection.

Okay! Goodbye!

Love you, Sid, very much.

I love you. I gotta go.

- Hollis Braun.
- Yes.

Great to meet you.
I'll be taking over

the division... Homicide,
Major Crimes, MPU,

and, uh, disregard the mustache.

I lost a bet.

No, it's very, um...
"Commissioner Gordon."

My inner eight-year-old
thanks you.

You're welcome.

Well, I'm sure Bill
Houston filled you in,

but he took an
arms-length approach.

So I hear...

MPU's closure rate is
excellent, truly stellar.

Oh, thank you.

But the Jason Grant situation...

I know, you two have history,

but he's a lawsuit
waiting to happen.

Shooting at parked cars?

Turning the video
off in interrogation?

Detective Grant is also
the best cop in Philly.

My team... all of us

we focus on getting
the job done.

You wanna explain how
eggs play into that?

One of my people is a shaman.

And one of my dogs

likes to eats his own
crap, if I let him,

but I don't, because
I know better.

The thing is

you tick all my boxes, Nikki...

- Right.
- And I have many,

so if you're not quite
in control of your team,

don't worry, we'll
get you there.

I'm a world-class expert
in making problems go away,

except for this damn mustache.

Enjoy the new offices.

Thank you.

- I didn't say that!
- Wow. Wow!

I-I... I just cannot believe

you let him put us
in headquarters.

Yeah, well, I didn't
have a choice.

He wants to keep an eye on us.

You, especially.

Hmm.

This is it.

Oh... kay.

Uh-huh.

Wow.

Well, this makes Sidney's
dorm room look tidy

that's good.

It's a nice view.

I think.

We are gonna need
some serious sage

up in this joint.

Yeah, I think that's
off the table.

Pick it up.

MPU. This is Mike Sherman.

Wait. Whoa-whoa-whoa! Hey,
hey. You gotta slow down.

What is it?

Yeah, yeah. We'll
get right on it.

That was the Transit Authority.

Apparently, a city
bus just disappeared.

'Sup, bro?

They just reviewed the footage

at Transit Authority
headquarters.

The traffic cam
on the other side

saw the bus enter,

but, according to this one,

it never came out.

Never came out?

Just ten tons of bus,

just poof... just disappeared?

We got a David Copperfield
situation here?

How many passengers?

According to the real-time
service info, 27.

Well, don't these buses
have transponders?

Either it's
malfunctioned or... off.

Or something.

Hey! Let's get a
perimeter set up

hundred yards out, on
each side of the tunnel.

I need you to canvas
those buildings,

get me boots on the ground
on the other side. All right?

Hey, Mike!

Yeah?

What do you got?

I think somebody was up
here with climbing boots.

We should look at that camera.

Now, when you say
we, you mean...

You. You.

Yeah, no, I figured that. I'm
not climbing that damn pole!

You're not? Well,
I'm certainly not.

I have a bad back.
You know that.

Bad back, my ass.

All right. Give me a boost.

- A boost?
- Yeah, a boost.

'Scuse me! You... young back

help the Sergeant up
here up the pole, please.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

But if I fall, Nikki's
gonna kill you.

She's killed me for less.

Wow! Very impressive.

We should back up

in case he falls, I don't
want you to get injured.

Yo! Somebody hijacked the feed.

That bus didn't
disappear. It was taken.

Hey, Jay! Take a
look over there!

Hey. Hey!

You okay?

Hey, talk to me.

Help me.

I'm gonna help you. What
happened? What happened?

My daughter, she's on the bus.

Any sign of the bus?

Okay. So whoever took Bus 447

knew the placement of the CCTVs.

If they had gone
straight down 5th Street,

this one would have
picked them up.

Um, turned east, this
one would have seen them.

My best guess is that
they went west, here.

Okay, so all they had to do

was avoid a couple
blocks of cameras...

And disappear into a city
with 1,300 identical buses.

But why would anyone want
to kidnap a city bus?

We're not gonna know until we
figure out who's on that bus,

other than those kids.

When you swipe
your transit card,

the bus transmits
the information

to the Transit Authority.

I mean, if we got
authorization to access...

No, that'll be too long.

Well, not if we go
the nuclear option.

Hiya.

Hi.

I don't have time for this.

No, I-I don't either.

That's why I need your,
um, your login credentials.

Hell, no. You gotta run
that through my supervisor.

You know what I hate
more than anything?

Red tape.

Okay. So we can sit here
for the next couple hours,

I can call my boss, who's
gonna call your boss,

who can't find her boss,

because she's playing
pickleball, or whatever, or

we can act like men and
help these passengers

you and I.

Uh, there's kids on the bus.

Don't make me
shoot you. Come on!

Come on. Come on, come
on, come on, come on.

I'm ex-military.

It was just automatic.

If I'd have stayed
in my damn seat,

I'd still be with her.

I'd have done
exactly what you did.

We lost her mom last year.

Cancer.

Kayla's been through so much
and I've been trying, but...

Do you remember anything

about the man who took the bus?

He, uh, had a hat

a gator.

He's White,

and, uh, I don't
know, maybe 40s.

Okay. That's something.

Hey

please, please, just...
just help me find my kid.

She's been pushing me,
and pushing me away,

and there's just so much
that I should've said,

but I was hurting, too.

You know, and, uh

sh-she's a great
girl, Captain Batista.

Just...

All right, young lady.

You go ahead.

What'd you wish
for, little bunny?

I wished to get Mom back.

We're gonna find
her, Mr. Barosso.

'Kay.

It's what we do.

So sorry.

Uh, Jason got a
password. I'm in.

So these are all the kids,

and these are all the passengers

that swiped transit key cards.

Look, the cash payment...
that's probably our guy.

Yeah.

Uh, we got all the numbers
for all of the passengers

who registered their key
cards with transit accounts,

but all the numbers
go to voicemail.

They either turned the phone off

or they're using blockers.

So we can't track the
bus or the passengers.

Issue the alert.

I have 50 officers out
there looking for a bus.

Please tell me
you've got something.

Okay, based on a
fast records check,

there's no obvious kidnap motive

no restraining orders,
no pending lawsuits

just people trying
to live their lives.

Well, if it is a ransom play,

then the Transit
Authority and City Hall

would hear from the kidnappers.

I don't want to wait.

We got something.

Someone spotted
one of those kids

at Washington Square.

Full team to
Washington Square, go!

My little boy was on that bus!

Please, my daughter's only 11!

It was just a field trip!
How do you lose a bus?

Ladies and gentlemen!
Ladies and gentlemen.

Captain Batista will
do everything possible

to bring your children
and loved ones home.

Our officers will take
your contact information.

The best way to help
right now is to go home.

Ay no. Yo no voy pa'casa.

Yo tampoco.

No.

No one wants to go
through this alone.

We can set up a room

can't we, Inspector?

I'll see what we can do.

Officer, you can

please, one at a time.

Hey, Baxter.

I'm glad we found you
in Washington Square.

We're trying to
find your friends,

so I guess it's a good thing
you skipped the field trip.

I mean, it's only to
the Wagner Institute.

I've already seen the fossils,
like, five times, so I...

I get it. It's okay.

Hey, do any of your
friends have smartphones?

Pretty much all of them, but...

Well, you know, the
reason why I'm asking

is because we are looking
for any communications

that may help us
find your friends.

Are they gonna be okay?

I hope so.

That's why we're
looking to identify

the person who did
this, and, so far,

it looks like none
of your friends

have posted photos from the bus,

but maybe you got a text?

A post?

You know, my-my son Keith,

he used to be a handful.

He was a smart kid, but, ooh,

the stuff he got up to...

I used to tell him

that I wouldn't
be upset with him

if he made a mistake,

and I'd be really happy
if he told the truth.

I'm sure your mom
feels the same way.

Well, according to the boy
who skipped the field trip,

we need to check a "Finstagram."

Okay, Gramama, uh, everyone
just calls it "Finsta,"

short for "fake
Instagram." Okay?

Um, so, lot of kids
create these pages,

uh, with different handles

so that their parents can't
see what they're up to.

Ah-hah! You think
Sidney has one of those?

I don't know, but
Kayla Barosso does

that's the daughter of the man
who got pushed off the bus.

It's @sexyinpinnk.

"Pink" with two "N"s.

Is she 12 years
old? "Sexy in Pink"?

I tell you what... we find her,

you can give her a lecture.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She posted this morning.

Okay, all I see is the kids.

None of them are our
cash-paying bus-napper.

So it's a dead end?

I mean, if we could access the
"live" version of the photo,

we could see more, but

to do that, we'd have
to hack the cloud.

Hmm.

No. Uh, none of my guys
are comfortable with that,

so, no.

12 kids, Jay.

Okay, I got, uh, one...
maybe one option.

Black-hat or white-hat?

Grayish.

Uh, brilliant,

uh, a little
unpredictable, maybe

uh, Wayne.

Oh, the hacker you worked
with in Afghanistan?

That's great. Bring him in.

Okay.

Are you outta your mind?

I come in peace.

Wonderful. You can
leave the same way.

Wayne, I know that
I let you down.

I know that I let you down.

Okay? But this...
this is urgent.

So was showing up to
my sentencing hearing

six months ago!

Okay, in my defense,

I had a lot going on.

You knew the
situation with Keith.

No, I knew that,
after hacking you

into every phone and
computer in Afghanistan,

you didn't so much
as text me back.

I suck. I know. I suck. Okay?

What "sucks"

is being stuck in a motel
room with an ankle monitor

that is giving me
freakin' eczema!

That does suck.

Yeah.

I've had... I've had no phone,
no computer, no Internet.

I've had nothing except
for the Cartoon Channel

and a view of an
insane paint job

and a dead tree.

Do you have any idea what
that does to a person?

Oh, come on. It's not that bad.

I mean, you made it
four nights in a cave

with half the Taliban
looking for you.

Yeah, except there's
a difference.

I had you...

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

You were telling me Dad jokes

and doing your
Eminem impression...

Mm-hmm.

Which, by the way

it sucks.
- No, it doesn't!

It does.

I'm sorry to tell ya.

It's good to see you.

And I m... I may have a way
to get you out of this place,

uh, temporarily.

Did our ex-bosses send you,

or you come up
with this yourself?

Uh, the Philadelphia
Police Department.

There's a busload
of missing kids,

and, um, we need... you.

Do I get a computer?

Absolutely.

Right.

All right.

Uh, so Jay's little
military buddy

got a year house arrest

for hacking the
Russian Consulate,

so can you remind me
how this is a good idea?

They worked for the same
military contractor.

Jay trusts him

her.

Heard y'all need
some cloud hacking?

Wayne Pascal, this
is Captain Batista.

Ah! The ex.

You never mentioned
Wayne was a woman.

My parents have
a sense of humor.

She's got a great sense of
humor, too, so, you guys

- are gonna get along great.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, well, we have a
desk set up for you,

right over here.

Um, actually, I'm
gonna take the bar.

Um, if you just want
to drop that over there

you had some primo stuff in
that evidence locker, so.

Right.

Yeah.

Please.

City Hall just received
a ransom demand,

and we have four hours
to release John Maritz,

currently being held in
the detention center.

John Maritz

um, he's a jerk.

Um, he helps rich folks do
away with their problems.

Yeah, till he pissed
a couple of 'em off.

He got 16 years for
wire-tapping and racketeering.

What's the ask?

If we don't release him
in the next four hours,

they start killing passengers.

Captain Batista says
you people are the best.

Now's the time to prove it.

No. The bus hasn't
been located yet,

but we are doing
everything that we can...

I know my husband... he's
gonna try and be a hero,

but he's not.

You're Mr. Cobi's wife, the
bus driver, is that right?

- Please, just find him.
- Why did they do this?

Why did they take our kids?

Ladies and gentlemen, MPU
is doing everything we can.

This is my Grace.

Please know that, right now,

we believe that
your kids are safe.

How do you know that?

There's been a ransom demand.

What? Ransom? I can't
afford a ransom.

Wait!

It may not sound like good news,

but as long as the
kidnappers are negotiating,

- there's hope.
- Who did this?

Folks, I'm sorry,

but sharing details
could compromise...

Is the City gonna
agree to their demands?

Mr. Barosso, it's a process.

She is my daughter!

I know, look, I've
been in your shoes.

My son, Keith

he was taken.

We never got him back.

That is why I joined the MPU

to make sure that
no other parent

has to go through that.

So I hear you. I do.

I know how you feel,

and I'm not gonna say that
this is going to be easy

every minute will
feel like a year,

but we will get
your children back!

Every single one of them.

Listen.

You gotta take it easy

now that Braun is breathing
down Nikki's neck.

Easy?

I mean, "easy" is
my middle name.

Since when?

Are you saying that's on me?

Well, it's not not on you.

Heads up.

John Maritz.

Look how the mighty have fallen.

Aw, it's not so bad.

Lost a few pounds,
caught up on my reading.

It's kind of relaxing,

not dealing with other
people's problems.

"People."

I heard the best people used
to have you on speed dial.

I don't fix-and-tell.

That's very noble.

How can we help you gentlemen?

Well, we were wondering
if your client

had a particularly creative way

of fixing his
incarceration problem.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Uh-huh. 'Kay.

Uh, there was a kidnapping today

28 people, and 12 of them
are just little kids.

I assume you're talking
about the missing bus.

That's your problem,
not my client's.

Well, the hijackers
are demanding

his immediate release, so...

I would say it's very
much his problem.

Okay. Uh, John, look.

We know your
accounts are frozen,

but we figured you probably
found a workaround,

so just tell us, and
we'll get out of here.

Who'd you pay?

I didn't pay anyone.

Okay, then who did?

You know, you're the detective.

Why don't you tell me?

Oh, wait. Jason Grant, right?

All temper, no finesse?

Apparently couldn't even
get his own son back.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Jay, Jay. Easy, easy, easy.

I think we're done here.

Yeah, we're done here.

Not bad.

What in the garbage dump of hell

are they teaching
kids these days?

Did you get into
Kayla's account?

No, not yet, but it should
take maybe 30 seconds,

because, apparently,
no one told your girl

about two-factor authentication.

You're gonna hack her password?

Oh, hell, no.

Let's see.

Uh, "first pet's name"...

Well, this is the Insta
account her parents know about.

Mm-hmm.

"Missing my Daisy"...
crying face, heart emoji.

"Daisy."

Nice. Mother's maiden...

So, um, what exactly did
you and Jason get up to

in Afghanistan?

The usual.

Did he tell you about the
time we kidnapped a camel?

No, he didn't.

He seems to have left
out a number of things.

Well, Jay is like a book
with half the pages torn out,

and we put up with him,

because, whatever's
on those pages,

he's got the biggest
heart in the world.

Oh! Old people, bingo!

This has gotta be
the grandparents.

Checking metadata

latitude, longitude...

Hey, babe?

Who owns the house
at 354 Ardmore Lane?

Um...

Linda and Mason Hill,

and for the love of God,
do not call me babe.

Thanks, babe.

You got it, babe.

All right, yeah, Hill.

He seriously didn't tell
you about the camel?

No, he didn't.

Interesting.

Not really.

Okay, one more. Um... name
of her elementary school.

Uh... "Hayward."

All right. We are in.

Live photos. Knock yourself out.

And... there!

Mm. Not enough to I.D. him.

- Great.
- Yeah. I got you.

Fast.

No, a beach.

No... a forest.

A forest.

No, no, a beach.

A beach.

Okay. No, wait. A river.

Okay.

I'm fairly certain

you're in a park.

Hello.

Honestly, thank
you. You saved me.

This is...

From what?

Rachel thinks that
the Coroner's Office

is spiking my anxiety,

so I'm-I'm trying meditation.

Okay...

But this app is asking me
to "locate my happy place."

Okay, is it possible that
you're missing the point?

No, the point is, unless
there's an emergency,

I'm committed to 15
minutes a day, so, goodbye.

Well...

Is this the kidnapper
from the bus?

Yeah. And we need
you to I.D. him.

Bingo-boingo! We got
an emergency! Let's go!

Why'd they take our phones?

So we couldn't call the cops,

but they must know by now.

We just have to stay calm.

I want my dad.

I don't even know if he's alive.

Don't even think that, Kay.

He pushed him off the bus!

I'm stuck with
a bunch of kids.

What the hell is taking so long?

Please, just let us go!

You, little girl,
shut your mouth!

Okay, we're on our way.

Blow through this
stop sign! Now!

Next one... the
next one's on you.

All right, so C's
working his magic

on a facial composite.

Philadelphia Transit
Authority says

they can't stop all the buses.

I tried.

I really tried.

You okay?

If the city won't
release Maritz,

I have to tell those parents
that, in three hours,

one of their kids may die,

and on top of that,

Braun has read your
file in detail.

Look, Nik, if you want
me to fall on my sword,

I will.

No. We are who we are.

It's why we're good.

He's smart, he'll figure it out.

But why is she still here?

Oh, um...

I, um, I dropped an earbud

in, um, in Maritz's
lawyer's briefcase,

and she's tracking it.

Why?

'Cause I don't think
Maritz was able to do this

from the inside,

and I got a sneaky
suspicion that, uh,

his lawyer is in contact
with whoever did.

How does an earbud help?

Maybe you don't want to know.

Oh, there's another thing
you're keeping from me.

Come on, Nik.

Why is it you never mentioned
that Wayne was a woman?

I mean, not that it's any of
my business anymore, but...

Um.

Okay, um,

when you, um, when you called me

and, uh, told me that...

Keith was missing,

I was 8,000 miles away

from anybody that
mattered to me,

um, and I, um, I
lost my mind, Nik.

I couldn't... I couldn't talk,

I couldn't move.

I couldn't... I
couldn't do anything.

Wayne said she didn't want
me to travel home alone,

so she flew all the
way to Philly with me

18 hours, then

went right back on
a plane to Bagram.

I don't know why
I didn't tell you.

Okay, I-I just... I didn't
know how you'd react.

But I owe her, uh

big time.

Where is he taking us?

We are trying, but if
they don't release him,

I have a busload of kids who...

Yeah.

Yeah, keep me posted.

What's up?

Uh, the Inspector says

that the city doesn't
want to release Maritz.

All right, then we have a
little more than two hours

to find those kids.

I have this voice in my
head that keeps saying

that we always figure this out,

but I-I don't know,
this feels different.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
We got this, all right?

I got an I.D.!

"Baz Marsh."

Convicted of killing a woman
in Fairhill two years ago.

It got overturned on appeal.

Looks like he's got priors
on aggravated vandalism,

larceny, theft...

I mean, these are all
crimes of opportunity.

There's no way this creep
is capable of planning

a hijacking.

Then find out who did.

Last known address?

Yeah, right there.

All right, Marsh took the bus,

but how does a fancy
jerk like Maritz

get lined up with
a scumbag like him?

I don't know... you
sprinkle enough cash around,

it ends up in the right pocket.

Wayne's tracking the lawyer.

Hopefully, we get
something there.

Yeah, Wayne.

- She seems resourceful.
- Oh, yeah.

She hacked a drone
with two sticks of gum

and a flip phone.

You and her have a thing?

Who's asking, you or-or Nik?

I'm just wondering what
the excuse is gonna be

when Braun figures out

there's a convicted hacker
sitting at our desk,

on our computers.

I don't know... burning
desire to save 28 people?

- Oh, okay.
- And we're just friends.

- Ish.
- Yeah. There it is.

All right.

Marsh's house should be
right here on the corner.

You ever hear of knocking first?

Didn't I?

All right, Marsh, what
do you got for us?

We got a bore brush.

Smells like solvent.

Cleaned a gun in
the last day or so.

Doesn't seem to me like

a manila-envelope type of fella.

Oh.

Oh!

Also didn't think
that he had $3,852

for a security deposit.

It looks like he leased
a commercial property.

Starts with "C-A-L."
I don't know.

The address is ripped off,
but the ZIP is South Philly.

Look at this.

He targeted that bus 'cause he
knew the kids would be on it.

Son of a bitch.

Yeah, whoever's
working with Marsh

is setting us up
for maximum pain.

Say hello?

Hi.

I'm Detective Jason Grant

and I'm coming for you. 'Kay?

All right, let's get
the hell outta here.

The phone we found at
Marsh's was a burner,

but there's only
one number on it,

and that's a dead-end.

They want to know if
we I.D.'ed him, Nik.

Kemi, what do you
have on the bus?

Uh, they said South
Philly, right?

Yep.

Okay, so I overlaid
the bus, uh, routes

with the traffic cam footage.

There's one anomaly.

This was 20 minutes ago.

That's not on a route?

Factory District, south of 18th.

Wait. The receipt said C-A-L.

The old Calloway factory!

Uh, uh... "Calloway."

- Yeah.
- Right here.

Here.

It'll be 15 minutes until
we can get SWAT on site.

That's great. We got 42
minutes till the deadline.

Well, uh

we could wait for
SWAT to breach or

do you have a tow
rig on this thing?

I do not. Why?

I don't need it. Never
mind. I got a better idea.

I'm going right.

Aw, damn it.

The cell phone at
Marsh's house...

As soon as they
knew we I.D.'ed him,

he became a liability.

If this is the kidnapper,

then who the hell
has the passengers?

Please... they're children.

Sit down! Anybody
else got a complaint?

Hey! Driver.

Get up!

Get up.

- Please.
- Get up!

- Please!
- Move it!

Quit stalling!

- I have a wife!
- Shut up!

Hurry up!

Please, mister.

Get Nik over here.

Nik!

Hey.

Anything?

Oh, hey. Jay. Jay!

- Oh, no.
- Talk to me.

Yep, they came through here.

All right, Nik.

The railyard's a couple
hundred yards away.

I think these bastards
wanted to keep 'em moving.

We're one step behind,

and those kids are
paying the price.

There are 31 freight trains
currently in the yard.

So just shut the
whole thing down.

Jason, that's not a thing!

A train leaves
every four minutes,

or the whole East Coast
transportation system

shuts down.

Look, hey, hey, if we
have to search every car,

it'll take hours.

Give me one second.

Hey, what do you got?

Your earbud says

that Maritz's lawyer
is in a coffee shop

near his law firm.

If he uses their WiFi, I
can get into his devices.

No, no. Anything you find
will be inadmissible.

Dude, this was your plan.

I-I know that, okay?

I just... I just don't
want this to blow back.

Are you more worried
about the ex,

or the fact that we have, like,
no time to stop this creep?

All right. Do it. Do
it. Do it. All right?

What is that look? What? What?

That's what.

The city has

failed to release John
Maritz in the time allotted.

Don't let it happen again.

Son of a bitch.

30 minutes, or she's next.

Son of a bitch.

Wait.

Does that look like the inside
of a railway container to you?

Yes, it does.

I want drone coverage
of that yard.

Please get me every
warm body that we've got

down there and searching, now!

I spoke to the Mayor.

Between the dead bus driver

and the thought that
one of the kids is next,

he's agreed to release Maritz.

Thank God.

You did this.

I just walked him past
the conference room,

where the families are waiting.

Thank you, Braun.

Which brings me to the part
that you won't thank me for.

I want MPU to stand down.

What? No!

I want you there once
release conditions are set.

In the meantime, you
don't poke a bear

when he has a kid in his mouth.

I'm happy the Mayor is giving
those passengers a chance,

but I have zero reason to
trust the people behind this.

Did you miss the part
where I give the orders?

You know I'm right.

12 kids.

Don't screw this up.

Jason and Mike are
still searching,

but it's a needle
in a damn haystack.

Anything on the drone?

Nothing so far.

Uh, but we might
have something else.

Um.

Don't look at the passengers,
focus on the chain.

- Will you isolate it for her?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, it jumps
every second or two.

Is the train still moving?

No. The car is stationary.

Just the chain moves.

Which means that
it's on a siding,

next to a moving train.

And we counted how many
times the chain moved,

and it was 42.

Which means that
it's next to a track

that has a 42-car
train passing by.

And according to
the freight system,

there is only one train
that fits the bill,

and it left on track seven.

- Pull the drone view back up.
- Uh, yeah.

That's track seven.

There. On that flatbed.

Get me a container number.

Yeah.

Let's set up a
perimeter that way.

Wait for my call.

Jay, where are you?

South side of the tracks.

All right. East
side, by track seven.

Container number 7-Oscar-9-1.

Get here now!

All right, all right. Coming.

John Maritz coming through.

Hey, I'm kinda in the
middle of it here.

I got into the lawyer's phone.

Looks like he repped our
dead bus-napper... Baz Marsh.

I gotta go. I gotta
go! I really gotta go.

I don't have time right now.

- Wayne...
- Not only that

he made multiple calls

to another former client,
also a felony all-star.

Come on. Okay, so if that's
the guy who shot Marsh,

that's the same guy
who's got the kids.

It's him, it's him.

What the hell is all that noise?

Just me almost getting killed.
I really gotta go. Bye.

Hold it down. Wait
for me. Wait for me.

Take low. I'm going up.

Where's your car? We
need to make that call.

Right outside.

No!

Hello!

I got the gun. I got the gun.

Get up!

Hands behind your back.

Hey, I got good news for you,
buddy, you're gonna spend

the rest of your life in
jail, with your lawyer. Huh?

Screw you!

Hey, check on those kids.

Let's go.

We're good. Cut 'em loose.

Detective Jason Grant.

Game over, counselor. You should
probably get yourself a lawyer.

Oh, my God, we're screwed.

Get us out of here!

Now!

Maritz, stop!

Oh!

- Go, go.
- Daddy!

Oh!

I promised your mom
I'd keep you safe.

I'm so sorry,
Kayla. I'm so sorry.

I promise to never go on
another school field trip

without you again.

I think you'll get over that!

But it's okay, I love you.

So much!

You follow football, Nikki?

It's Philly. Do I have a choice?

An individual can
make a difference,

but a team

can make a miracle.

"Fly, Eagles, fly."

Let's wrap this up.

You got it, boss.

I can now report

that the hijacking of Bus 447

was engineered by an attorney
representing John Maritz.

The Mayor and I,

along with Missing Persons Unit,

mourn the passing
of Bus 447's driver,

Elliot Cobi,

whose heroics will
not be forgotten.

As to the explosion
that took the lives

of Maritz and his attorney,

the Homicide Department
will not stop

until we find the person,

or people,

responsible.

It was fun while it lasted.

Can I interest
you in a nightcap?

I mean, I've got a
fine vintage Gatorade

and there is an ice
machine just down the hall,

if you like it cold.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Um...

I don't... I don't know
if I'm ready for Gatorade.

Right.

Well

you know where to
find me, when you are.

Yes.

All right.

♪ ...And you can be real

♪ Righteous

♪ How could we see eye to eye

♪ When you're standing
on top of your hill? ♪

Thank God.

Yeah, Maritz buried
a lot of secrets

- for a lot of powerful people.
- Mm.

Yeah, I guess one of 'em got
scared he was gonna talk.

Yeah, I'm not sure
we'll ever know.

Braun gave the car
bombing to Homicide.

Yeah, well, no matter what,

those kids are sleeping
in their own bed tonight.

Yeah.

You wanna do the honors?

Oh, no. It's usually
your thing. Go.

Well, consider it an
early wedding present.

Okay.

♪ ...But you don't really
know how to heal? ♪

♪ You can be righteous

♪ Righteous

♪ And you can be real

♪ Righteous

♪ How do we see eye to eye...

- You are right.
- Mm-hmm!

That feels good!

Well, you know what
would feel even better?

What?

- Nice back rub...
- Mm!

Nice glass of wine, hot bath.

I'd like that.

Tell me we're
gonna be okay here.

We're gonna be okay.