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- How's Ella?
- Poor kid lost her mother.

And nothing I do
can make that okay.

They need me to name
a temporary guardian for Ella.

Whatever you need.

What about you?

Grieving. Numb.

I don't know how you do it
all by yourself.

You just do it.

I'll be home soon.

I just wanted to see you.

She has so much anxiety
about me coming home

at the end of the day.

Can't blame her.

Hey.

Jubal said you wanted
to see me?

Yeah, yeah.

Um, Maggie called in late.

Something to do with Ella.
Is everything okay?

Yeah, as much as it can be.

Meaning?

She said that Ella's
having a hard time adjusting.

Some mornings
are better than others.

So this isn't the first time?

She has her hands full.

But it's Maggie, right?

She pushes through.

Well, that is what
I'm worried about--

she will push herself.

Especially after losing Jessica
and denying bereavement,

I've just been
keeping my eye on her.

So have I.

But she seems good?

Yeah, I think the work helps.

It gives her something
to throw herself into.

She needs it.

I haven't noticed
anything concerning.

Okay. Good.

Well, you let me know
if that changes, all right?

And the crazy part--

that clown kept swinging at me,
so I locked his arm,

heard a pop.

I mean, you should have
heard him screaming.

Glad I didn't.

Well, this is my block.

Come on,
which building is yours?

Um...

God, you're gorgeous.

Your picture on the app
doesn't do you justice.

Yet you sent a "like" emoji.

I gotta confess.

I was gonna walk
if you wasn't hot in person.

Can I see you again?

Sure.
I'll text you in a few days.

What the hell
happened here?

It happens a lot.

Probably kids messing around.

Maybe or maybe not.

Maybe I should walk you
to your door.

- It's--
- My mother raised me right.

I'm not taking no
for an answer.

I can hang for a bit
if you want.

Sorry. Just like you,
my mother raised me right.

Besides, we just met.

What are you doing?

It's okay, it's okay.
I know what I'm doing.

Just get inside
while I check things out.

- You have a gun on you?
- It's legal. Don't worry.

Please,
just put the gun away.

Let me just call the cops.

911. What's your emergency?

Hi.
Yes, there's a woman next door.

She's screaming
about something.

- What's your location?
- It's 535 West 35th Street.

- Are you in a safe spot?
- I don't know. I--

Ma'am, are you okay?

Ma'am?

Ma'am, are you there?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Will?

Are you okay?

Victim's name
is Will Douglas--

had his federal ID on him
when he was shot.

Oh, so he was a security
guard over at the FDIC.

Yeah. Uh, since he's a Fed,
we figured you guys

would wanna take the handle.
- Sure.

Do we know
if he got a shot off?

Any gunshot residue
on the hands?

GSR test came back negative.

What about the shooter?

Did he leave
any shell casings behind?

Already marked
for ERT to process.

Do we know if Will was living
here in the building?

No--according
to the woman who called 911,

her and Will were coming back
from a coffee date,

and they heard
some woman screaming

inside this apartment.

The woman that screamed--
did she see what happened?

I assume so.
The trouble is, she's not here.

What do you mean
she's not here?

She's missing.

So you're thinking
the shooter took her?

Well, that's the theory.

- Do we have an ID on her?
- Yeah.

Her name is Denise Parker,

and she is
eight months pregnant.

Where's the woman
that called 911?

She lives down the hall.

Denise is in her 20s--

white, blonde.

We heard her
arguing with a man,

and then she started screaming,
so Will ran off to help.

And then I heard gunshots.

Do you remember what Denise
and the man were arguing about?

It was something
about her baby.

You know
if Denise is married?

No.

You ever met
the father of her baby?

Not officially.

I've seen him swing
by the apartment

from time to time.

The other day I saw him
drop off a bouquet of flowers.

Okay.
What's he look like?

Latino...

average height, mustache.

All right, so, folks,
listen up.

Federal employee Will Douglas
was killed this morning

when he tried to intervene
in a possible domestic dispute.

And if that's not
horrific enough,

the pregnant woman he was
trying to save is now missing.

There is no ID
on the shooter,

but the abducted woman
is Denise Parker.

Right. Okay. So.

Wait, that--that's
not right, right?

The witness said
Denise was in her 20s.

And eight months pregnant.

I ran
the social security number

she supplied on her
apartment rental application.

It came back to a 70-year-old
woman who died six months ago.

So Denise died,
and our missing woman

assumed her identity?
- Yeah.

Looks like it.

But I've been going through
the photo log

of items that Scola and OA
found at the scene.

There are several pictures
in the apartment of the woman

witnesses described.

Okay. Uh, Kelly?

- No hits on facial rec.
- Okay.

Uh, well, ERT is still
processing the scene.

I'll have them grab anything
that might have her DNA on it.

Good.
What about ballistics?

Uh, rounds recovered
from the victim

were from a 9-millimeter,

but there's no ballistics match
on file.

- And surveillance footage?
- We're still working on it.

All right, let's talk about
the guy the witness mentioned,

the one who dropped
off the flowers.

There are several receipts
in the photo log as well--

groceries, flowers, clothes--
all purchased by the same man,

Arturo Reyes, age 35,
here from Colombia

on a work visa
that expired six months ago.

- Matches the description.
- Good. Let's bring him in.

Okay.

Looks like Reyes's phone
is pinging in this vicinity.

Hey, Scola.

- That's him.
- Yeah.

Arturo Reyes--FBI.
- Hands!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Okay, okay, relax.

Up.

Hey, I'm cooperating.
No need to put a gun on me.

- Is this your building?
- Yeah.

You got a woman
up there, Arturo?

A woman?
What are you, my mother?

Denise Parker.
She's pregnant, okay?

Do you know her?
- What?

You think Denise
is in my apartment?

So you do know her?

Well, yeah, but w-why would
she be here in my apartment?

Why don't you tell me?

All right, let's try this
another way.

Where were you
at 8:00 a.m. today?

Working, doing deliveries.

- You stop by to see Denise?
- No. Why would I do that?

Because you're the father
of her baby.

What are you talking about?

I barely know that lady.

We have receipts, okay?

You bring her flowers.
You buy her groceries.

Oh, you got it all wrong.

I'm just a delivery guy.

I run people's errands.

Okay, so somebody else paid
you to deliver those flowers.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

A customer of mine.
He sends stuff to Denise--

wants to make sure she
has everything she needs.

This customer have a name?

Reyes's alibi checks out--

picking up a to-go order
at the time of the abduction.

All right, so what
about the guy who paid Arturo

to make the deliveries
to Denise?

His name is Eric Webb--
lives on the Upper East Side.

Ah, 40, owner
of Webb Fund Management.

He's a bit
of a hedge fund celebrity.

Take a look.

His engagement made headlines
because his fiancée

refused to sign a prenup
without an infidelity clause.

- But she eventually signed?
- Yes.

They were married a year ago.

So, if his wife were
to find out about, say,

a pregnant mistress
he was financially supporting,

that would cost him
a lot of money?

$55 million
if said infidelity

happened within the first
five years of marriage.

Ooh, that sounds
like motive to me.

FBI!

Eric Webb?

We got signs of struggle
in the master bedroom.

Okay, we're clear.

Your housekeeper
is gonna be fine.

Thank God you guys came.

I-I thought we were gonna die.

She says she didn't see much.

Can you walk us
through what happened?

This morning,
I'd say around 6:00 a.m.,

our housekeeper
was letting herself in

when a man put a gun to her
back, forced his way inside.

I figured he was here
to rob us,

but then he started asking
about our surrogate.

- "Surrogate"?
- Denise.

- Denise is your surrogate?
- Yes.

So the man with the gun
was looking for her?

Yeah, he, uh--well, he came
across a social-media post

that we had made with Denise.

He demanded that we tell him
where she was living,

or he'd kill us.

Oh, my God.
Did he--

Is she okay?

She was abducted.

- But you don't know if--
- No, we don't.

Can you tell us
what this man looked like?

Couldn't see his face.

He was wearing a COVID mask
and a hoodie.

What happened once
you told him where Denise was?

Well, he tied us up,
and he took off.

Did he indicate
why he was looking for her?

No.

You have to understand,
we were terrified.

We didn't want to give
this animal her address.

No, you did the right thing.

And we're gonna do
everything we can

to find Denise...

and the baby.

We're gonna need access
to your security system.

All right, look alive, everyone.

This is the first visual
we have of our suspect.

Height scrub says
he's approximately 5'7".

Getaway car is a blue van,
no plates.

So no facial rec
and no leads on the car.

- Exactly.
- Yeah, I think we got him.

Ah, music to my ears.
What do you got?

I've been scouring video
within a 10-block radius

of the abduction.

Check it out.
- Hmm.

Looks like
he's reattaching the plate.

Can you punch in,
get the numbers?

Yep.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, 03 Juliet 5, Romeo 1.

Okay, plates are registered
to a Derek Keating...

History of assault
and disorderly conduct.

Does the physical match?

No, Keating's taller
than 5'7"--he's 6 foot.

Well, it's still his vehicle.

Let's get down there
and see what he knows.

I'll call Maggie and OA.

It's clear.

What the hell is going on?

FBI. We have some
questions to ask you.

- About what?
- Your van.

Who else has been driving it?

- Anyone else in the house?
- No, it's just me.

I live alone.
- Okay.

For our safety, we're gonna
need to check that out.

OA. Stay with him!

Maggie, go!

Jubal, we lost him.

Let's go.

This is clear.
There's no sign of Denise.

Okay, time to start talking.

Who was that man
that ran away from us?

Your car was used
in the commission of a homicide

and an abduction.

It's not the time
to start playing games.

Wait, he killed someone?

And he abducted
a pregnant woman.

So who is he?

He's my son Travis.

He asked to borrow my van.

He dropped it back off
early this morning.

I had no idea that--

oh, God.

Mr. Keating, where's
your son Travis going now?

I don't know.
I swear, I don't.

- Does he have a cell phone?
- He doesn't own one.

- Does he live here?
- No.

I haven't heard from him
in months.

Look, this is in
the best interest of your son.

The more we know,
the more we can help him.

His mother died last year.

And ever since, he's been
in a really dark place--

living on the streets,
self-medicating.

And then he, what,
just showed up out of nowhere?

Yeah.

But he was clean.
He was drug-free.

And he wanted
to use your van.

And you didn't think
to ask him why?

He's my kid.

I said yes because I-I wanted
to reconnect.

I wanted to help him.

What else did he say?

He just seemed really happy.

He told me I helped him
earn his place in paradise.

And if I relinquished
all my earthly possessions,

I could join him there as well.

- T-to where?
- I don't know.

It was just crazy talk.

All right, folks,
this is Travis Keating--

a young man who claims he has
earned his way into paradise.

What that means,
I have no idea.

But priority number one
is tracking him down

and finding out
what he's done with Denise.

I'm not showing any phones
or devices registered to him.

Any other addresses on file?

None that I can find
on his past employment records.

He did have
a social media account

but hasn't posted in a while.

And when he did post,
anything interesting?

Mostly biblical
and spiritual messages.

Last post was three months ago.

Claimed he was finally good
with God.

Hmm, last I checked,
killing and kidnapping

is frowned upon by most gods.

- Got something.
- Yeah.

Facial rec hit
on a camera covering

the 7 train on 34th Street.

Looks like he's taking it west.

Okay, so,
if he's heading west,

the next stop and last stop
on that train is Hudson Yards.

We're approaching
the subway now.

Hey, hey, I-I have eyes
on Keating.

He's headed towards
The High Line.

Okay, go.

Running north on The High Line
towards 35th.

Move!
Watch out!

We got shots fired.
He's moving east.

Down, down!

Where's Denise?

Where is she?

- Where she belongs.
- Where is she?

Answer me!

Bad news, Travis.

Ballistics matched
the 9-millimeter

that you were carrying
to the murder of Will Douglas.

That means you are staring
at life in prison.

Right now is your only chance
to shave some time off,

but you need to tell me
where Denise is.

You said she is
where she belongs.

What does that mean?

She's being cleansed.

Cleansed of what?

- The sin inside her.
- Hmm.

Are you talking about the baby?

With the family's help,

he's gonna fix
what's been broken.

Who is he? What family?

What are you talking about?

They're gonna make her
pure again.

Yeah.

They're gonna
make her pure again.

Travis, come on, man.

I will be rewarded
in the afterlife

when I'm welcomed
into God's open arms

in His kingdom of heaven,
when I'm installed--

He just keeps rambling
about the baby.

I know. I've been watching
from my office.

Good news is that it sounds
like she's still alive,

or at least he believes she is.
- All right.

Just keep pressing him
for more information.

Okay.

All right, people,

we've just learned two things
from Travis Keating--

one, he has co-conspirators,

and, two, they're planning
on harming the baby.

Unfortunately, he did not
give up her location,

so that is on us,
and the clock is ticking.

So, Elise,
what do you guys got?

I've been scrubbing footage
near his father's house,

but no indication
where Travis went

before he returned the van.
- Right. Okay, Kelly?

I ran Travis's MetroCard.

Looks like he purchased it
two days ago with a debit card.

I thought we ran
his financials,

and he had no accounts.
- Uh, we did.

The card comes back
to a shell corp--

Divine Witness, LLC.

According to the IRS,
it's owned by a pastor--

Aaron Mamet.

Okay, here we go.

It looks like our reverend
is also a sinner.

We got fraud, assault.

He's also under investigation
for child abuse.

The question is,
how is he connected

to our missing woman--
ex-wife, lover?

Try daughter.

DNA results came back
on a toothbrush

taken from
the abductee's apartment.

She's a familial match
to Aaron Mamet.

Her real name is Denise Mamet.

Okay, so, obviously,

if she assumed
a dead woman's identity,

she does not wanna be found
or associated with Mamet.

But why?

- Hey, Jubal.
- Andre, talk to me.

I ran Mamet's name--
got an active case notice.

Uh-huh.

Okay, so the file is sealed

by ATF Special Agent in Charge
Roberts.

Not for long.

Nice work.

Mamet's more
than just an abuser or a con.

He's a leader of a radical cult
known as the Sacred Testament.

Claims to be the voice of God.

Uh, that explains
Keating's bizarre comments.

Oh, well, so what
is ATF's involvement?

About a year ago,
we got intel that these guys

were stockpiling automatic
weapons on a large scale.

So you have enough
to search the property

and make an arrest?

I already have
the warrant signed.

But we have no interest
in making entry.

Why is that?

Mamet has told his followers

that he would rather die
than become a prisoner.

If we go in hard, and they turn
those weapons on us,

it could turn
into another Waco.

Look, I get it.
Nobody wants that.

But what is your plan?

We're up on the compound,
surveilling 24-7.

The second Mamet
steps outside the commune,

we're gonna grab him.

Trouble is, he rarely leaves.

Right.
What does rarely mean exactly?

Every two weeks or so.

Well, we don't have
that kind of time.

Chances are, Mamet abducted
his pregnant daughter

to kill her baby.

Yeah, we need to get inside
and--and rescue her,

and we need to do it now.
- Do you have any proof

that Denise Mamet
is actually inside the commune?

No, not yet.

Then it's still our show.

We scrubbed the ATF files.

Found Travis driving
into the commune

an hour after Denise
was abducted...

leaving ten minutes later.
- Okay, any sign of Denise?

Not from this angle,
but look at this.

Oh, there's someone
in the back of the van.

Yeah, that's gotta be Denise, right?

Good. Well, we have
proof she's there.

I'll notify ATF.
- Yeah.

I got eyes on Mamet.

He's surrounded by mostly
women and children.

Oh, yeah.

They've also got adult males
patrolling the property.

It looks like a few of them

got guns tucked
in their waistbands.

Copy.

Any sign of Denise?
- Negative.

All these women and children--
this could get ugly quick.

Yeah.

All right, team's
in position, we're a go.

Remember, this is
a simple sneak-and-peek

to confirm if Denise
is inside the commune.

Listen, I understand,

but if we see Denise,
we are acting on it,

and we're gonna get her
the hell out of there.

That wasn't part of the plan.

It is now.

If she's in there,
we're going in.

Prior footage
indicates food delivery

typically takes ten minutes
to unload.

You have that amount of time
to find Denise, extract her,

and get back to the truck.
- Understood.

We're all set.

Pulling up
to the front gate now.

Afternoon.
- Where's Julio?

Julio's got the flu.

What's your name?

Stuart.

Just between you and I,
he's fine.

He's just at the track
blowing off some steam.

All right.

In and out--you can
follow me to the main house

and unload on the porch.

You got it.

Whatever you do,
stick to the plan.

Find Denise,
get her back to the van,

and get the hell out of there.

All right, let's roll.

Okay, we're in.

Copy that. Be careful.

Okay, Maggie and OA,

I'm monitoring the three places
where Denise could be held.

Right now your path
to the main house is blocked,

so you're gonna have to start

with the maintenance shed
and the garage.

All right, let's split up.
You take the maintenance shed.

Okay.

Maggie, any sign of Denise
in the garage?

No, not yet.

She's not here.

There's a few months' worth
of food and medicine in here.

Guys, I found their weapons.

Looks like they're
illegally converting AR-15s

to fully-automatic.

ATF was right.
Mamet's preparing for a war.

I want SWAT ready to breach
if this thing goes sideways.

Absolutely not. There's still
no proof Denise is in there.

Maggie, OA, keep looking.
Clock is ticking.

Hold on, OA, stop.

There's a guard
headed your way.

He's gone.
You're clear.

Tiff, we can't
get in the main entrance.

We--we need somewhere else.

Okay, you're gonna have to go
to the back basement entrance.

There should be
a stairwell there.

Okay, let us know
when we're clear.

Go now. Go.

Scola, we're gonna need
a diversion.

Oh, shoot.
I'm so sorry about that.

Do you mind helping me out?
I got a bad back.

You might be
in the wrong line of work, pal.

You might be right.

Watch your head.

According to the blueprint,

the first floor
is all common area,

so I doubt
she'll be held there.

Your best bet is one
of the three bedrooms

on the second floor.

Open up the wrong door,
all hell could break loose.

We don't have
much of a choice.

Let's split up.
- Yeah.

It's clear.
- Clear.

OA.

Denise,
I'm Special Agent Maggie Bell.

This is Special Agent Zidan.
We're with the FBI.

Oh, please, you have
to get me out of here.

Guys, we found Denise.

Great. Extract her and get
the hell out of there.

We can't.
She's chained to a bed.

Please, my father--
he's gonna kill the baby.

He said it's evil
and impure, and--

We're not gonna
let that happen.

Scola, how much time
do we have?

I'd say probably
about five minutes.

Anything more than that,

they're gonna chase me
out of here.

I saw bolt cutters
in the maintenance shed.

Okay. Yeah, go.

- Please don't leave me.
- I'm not going anywhere.

I can't believe
this is really happening.

We're gonna get you
out of here, I promise.

Hey.

You guys, I've been burned.
A boy just saw me with Denise.

- Okay, I'm on my way back.
- OA, stop.

That little boy
just notified a guard.

He's headed inside.

You need to get your people
the hell out of there.

The guard is already
inside the house.

There's no time.
- Maggie, hide now.

- Where is she?
- What are you talking about?

The woman
you were talking to.

Don't play dumb.

What was that?
Guys, I just heard a gunshot.

Tiff, I'm headed to Maggie.
Talk to us.

- Scola, you're clear.
- Maggie, what's happening?

What the hell is that?

That alarm means there's
an outsider on the commune.

- Hey.
- Come on.

Come on, come on, come on!
Go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go!
- Fan out!

Guys, this
is going from bad to worse.

They're arming themselves.
Send backup now.

I'm with Maggie now.

We've barricaded the door.

Now would be a great time
to send some help.

Get me a sledge.

We need to move now.

I have snipers in position
and SWAT ready to make entry.

There are too many women
and children in there.

No, it's too late for that.
We're going in.

Deploy the SWAT team.
Make entry.

Okay! Oscar Mike! Let's roll!

Wait! Hold, hold!

Hold! Don't move!

What happened?

The men are surrounding
the main house,

and the women and children
are protecting them.

They're getting
in the line of fire.

This is exactly
what we didn't want to happen.

There's no way this ends well.
We need to stand down.

We can start
hostage negotiations

to get your people out.

We're not taking a knee.

Any sign of Mamet?
- No, he disappeared.

Wait, I think that's him
with a guard, headed to a shed.

Kelly, can you
push in right there?

Copy that.

It's him.

We gotta grab Mamet.
It's the only way to end this.

OA, Mamet and a guard
are headed to a shed

just east of your position.

You need to take him
into custody

and get him to talk
his people down.

FBI! Drop your weapon!

Scola, what do we do?

It's over, Mamet.

It's over, okay? It's over!

Okay, okay. Don't shoot.

Drop your weapon.
I'm not gonna ask you again.

Easy.

I need an ambulance.

Call them off.

Call them off!
- No.

I'd rather die.
- Then do it.

I'll sit here and wait,
I swear to God.

- You wouldn't.
- Try me.

Call them off!

You're losing a lot of blood!
Call them off!

Now!

This is your prophet.

It's time to end this.

Lay down your weapons.

Stand down.

Put down your weapons.

Stand down.

It's over.

It's over.

Put your weapons down.

They're laying
their weapons down.

Go. Make entry. Go!
- Go, go!

You're gonna be getting
in here.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

You're letting me drive.

- That's quite the honor.
- Sure.

You okay?

Yeah.

It was a close call.

Too close.

OA, an inch down or to the
left, and I would've--

It would've been over.

I worry about Ella.

I mean, how can I not?
If-if--

If something were to happen
to me,

that poor girl would
have to what, start over?

Again?

She needs me.

Hey. Just got back
from the hospital.

Denise and the baby are okay.

Thank God.

Where's Maggie?

Um, she took off.

She really had to go see Ella.

I told her I'd handle
the paperwork.

Mm. Understandable.

Yeah, um, but Isobel...

I think today really shook her.

Is there any way
that you could...

I don't know, demand that
she take some time off?

I just know
she's never gonna ask for it.

Yeah, I can.

Is that what you feel
needs to happen?

Yeah, I do.

She almost made
that little girl

an orphan all over again.

So yes.