[exhales]
- [thudding] - [woman] Please help!
Hello?
Can anybody hear me?
Hello?
- [rhythmic music playing] - Hello?
[volume increases]
Anyone?
Can anybody hear me?
[thudding]
Hello?
Can anybody hear me?
Anybody?
[loud music continues]
[man singing along]
[theme music playing]
All right, so this was the night we got you back.
There was a lady in the car.
So, do any of these girls look familiar to you?
- No. - Look, I-I know this is hard.
- It's not that. - Look, I wouldn't be asking
if I didn't think it was really important.
- I can't talk about it. - Okay.
- Breakfast is served. - Great, I'm starving.
Uh, his breakfast. Not yours. Hmm?
Downstairs, I saw you making about 50,000 pancakes.
What, are you trying to spoil him or induce a diabetic coma?
- I'll settle for fat and happy. - Hmm.
[chuckling]
I thought we were on the same page.
We are on the same page about wanting him to heal.
No, he brought photo albums into his room, okay?
His baby book. He's trying to reconnect with his past to heal.
He can't do that and talk about his abduction.
I don't know how many times I gotta say it.
He's not gonna heal until we find his kidnapper, period!
- Can I have a lock on my door? - What?
- Why would you want a lock? - You're kidding, right?
- Sweetie. He's your brother. - No, he's not. My brother's 11,
sounds like a girl, and wears Underoos.
Okay, I know. I know that we didn't get to see him grow up,
- and that is hard. - It's a "yes or no" question!
- Yes. - [Nikki] No!
- Thank you. - Okay. All right.
Um, how's your Beowulf essay coming?
It's not, which means I'm gonna fail English,
barely graduate, and not get into a good college.
Okay, how can I help? Put a lock on my door.
At Dad's house, you can have a lock.
- Whatever. I have carpool. - Hey!
- Keith needs a ride to school. - What? No.
No, that's not happening.
His guidance counselor called and he's able to take
- his placement test this morning. - You didn't tell me about that.
- I was gonna tell you. - Well, you didn't.
Okay, great. Well, that means I don't need to take him.
He's been out of school for six years, All right?
They could put him in a classroom with 12-year-olds.
Not testing him won't change that, right?
It just delays the inevitable.
- Okay.
- What? - That was your...
That was your talk? She just told you what to think.
And now I'm thinking it, okay?
That's why I'm an excellent ex-husband.
Go take your brother to school.
- Whatever. - [phone alarm blaring]
- [phone buzzing] - Yes, I'm looking at it now.
[phone alarm blaring]
CCTV video caught Zoey Roth in the trunk of a stolen sedan.
We are pulling footage from major intersections in a ten-mile radius.
Zoey's a college sophomore and she lives here
- with her four roommates. - Have we talked to them yet?
I texted you that we were gonna wait for you.
Sorry, sorry, this morning's been insane.
Yeah, honestly, I didn't expect you two.
Keith wanted us here, right?
Just because our family's back together,
doesn't mean we get to stop helping other families.
You know, FYI, I'm Team Mike.
Zoey went missing after a big party they had here last night.
How about we show 'em the video? That'll sober them up.
Do any of you guys recognize that man?
[tense music playing]
That's Zoey's license. The clerk found it,
looked at the security feed, and uh, called in her abduction.
Look, our best chance of finding out where Zoey is,
is for you to tell us who Zoey is.
You need to be clear and quick, because...
I don't mean to be blunt about this, but your friend
has been missing for six hours,
and if we don't find her in the next 24,
it's a lot less likely that we ever will.
Zoey is a digital artist. Collages, photobashing...
She sold stuff too. Or did, until she quit.
Did she ever tell you why she stopped?
All I know is she was at her studio day and night.
Then she wasn't.
She stopped going a month ago.
A month ago?
She stopped going to school too.
Straight As and then... just gone.
Her whole life was upended, and you never talked about why?
No, I can't talk about her.
Please, I know you want me to, but I can't.
Well, it looks like Zoey got in a fight.
We found this video on your social media posts about the party.
What's not clear is who she's fighting with.
You see she's arguing with somebody just off camera,
and when she tries to leave, whoever it is won't let her,
but our person of interest is wearing a grey striped shirt.
Ring any bells?
Um... Okay, uh,
maybe you guys are a little hungover,
can't remember what happened, but your phones might have a picture of this guy.
- Can we see your phones, please? - Not without a warrant.
[chuckling] What are you, pre-law?
Hey, counselor, I got a little story for you.
Let's say that there's a bomb down in City Hall, okay?
And somehow, because you're a genius,
you have the deactivation code on your phone.
Do you give it to me so I can save a million lives,
or do you wait for a warrant, and a million people die? Hmm?
Zoey, right now, she's in the mayor's office.
Your phones, please, to the lady. Thank you.
I believe that finding Zoey requires both fact and faith.
There are evil spirits at work,
and letting me rub these eggs on you will allow me to fight them.
If you're okay with that.
- Whatever it takes. - Thank you.
So, we got this photo off Sarah Marks' phone.
His name is Matt Calvin, he's Zoey's classmate and ex.
Friends say that he did not take the breakup very well.
Apparently, he's obsessed with her.
Mike, call campus police, tell them to find him.
You don't want to question the parents first?
- Jay and I can do that. - Okay.
How's Mom and Dad?
Scrambled, fried, or sunny-side-up?
Hopeful. Scared.
Before you guys go talk to them,
I would look at her school file. It tells quite a story.
And check out Zoey's studio. If art was her true love,
we need to know what made her stop, or who.
- Hmm. - There must be some mistake.
No, we spoke to the university.
Zoey dropped out three weeks ago.
What? No. She didn't say anything.
Did she ever mention a guy named Matt Calvin?
No. Who is he?
He was the last person seen with Zoey at a party
at their house last night.
She told us she was working
on a new piece all week in her studio.
I'm afraid she hasn't been in her studio in a month.
The person you're describing is not our daughter.
When Zoey was in high school,
there was no girls on the football team.
She sued to get on the boys' team.
- Sweetheart... - When she found out
that female teachers made less than men, she organized a sit-in.
We're very proud of her.
And from everything I know about her, you should be.
She graduated first in her class.
CEOs and board chairmen have pieces done by our Zoey.
She's that good. That determined.
Something happened to Zoey a month ago.
Something that changed her.
We know that that is hard to hear,
that someone or something is responsible for your child
being different than the way you thought that they were.
We understand that, trust me, we do.
You have no idea what it's like.
Look, I left the force to work private security.
It was... better pay,
longer life expectancy, and fewer bad memories.
Okay? But I rejoined the force when we got our son back.
Okay, our son was taken too.
Obviously, those are the bad memories.
But when we got him back, the feeling I had,
the sense of relief, that's why I'm here.
That is the only reason I am here,
to make sure people like you experience that same relief.
And I'm not gonna stop.
Trust me, I will not stop until that happens, okay?
What can I do? How can I help?
You can take care of Paul and let us do our job.
We get our babies back, it's what we do. Okay?
Okay.
Hey. Campus police picked up Cal.
- Sex. - They're bringing him in.
We need to have some.
And I haven't even told you the sexiest part.
- Oh, I miss you. - I miss you too.
What could be sexier than that?
How about me convincing the DA that we have probably cause
to use one of the kids' phones
to access Cal's private group chat?
[tense music playing]
[school bell ringing]
Everyone in the administration is thrilled that you're back.
We know it's been a long time.
Just do the best you can, okay?
You got 90 minutes.
And... begin.
[tense music playing]
Don't touch me!
He wants you in the bedroom.
You know the way.
I'm not here to do what he wants.
We'll see.
Okay, time's up. Pencils dow--
I know you're worried about the Beowulf essay
you have to write, so I wrote it for you during my placement test.
Thanks, but... unlike you,
I'm not gonna pretend to be someone I'm not.
I wrote it on Grendel.
I think he's very sympathetic.
He's a monster who eats people.
He was exiled from happiness and cursed by God.
When that happens, you do monstrous things.
Worst case, we homeschool him.
No, that's a terrible idea, okay? He's been alone too long.
He needs to be around other kids.
What about being around his sister?
I mean, Sidney is totally freaked out by him.
She's got to adjust, okay?
It's an adjustment. She's gonna come around.
Well, she'll come around if we prove it,
- if we do a DNA test. - You can't do that!
It's just gonna tell Keith that we don't trust him.
Well, he doesn't have to know. I mean, take his toothbrush,
the hair from his baby book,
before and after, and... that's it!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop. Hold on.
You really want to do this?
Do I want to? No, I don't want to.
If you don't, then don't. At least promise me
you won't if he bombs this other test.
- That's irrelevant. - It's not irrelevant.
It's proof. It's proof that he's the sweet, kind, innocent,
terrible student whose last report card
said that his favorite subject was dodgeball.
Fine. I promise, okay? I will.
Now, Cal is in the interrogation room. I need to ask him
what he knows about Zoey.
Zoey's interest is powerful women.
And the men that ogle them.
Jacqueline Phillips.
I represent Zoey. Detective Adebayo.
I came as soon as I heard you were here. Tell me you have a lead.
- This woman, I recognize her. - Anything at all?
It's still early, but every minute counts. So, the woman?
Sarah is her model. Her muse.
They were inseparable.
[rattling]
Hey! Hey! Let me go!
[door slams]
Her friends said that Zoey stopped making her art.
- Do you know why? - Well, she didn't stop.
She paused to look for inspiration.
Ah. My parents were collectors.
Actually peed in a piece of theirs once.
I thought it was a toilet. Turned out to be a Duchamp.
Clearly, I don't know anything about art, but um...
But the heart, I understand. And hers looks broken.
- Well, she's emotional. - Hmm.
That's what makes her a great artist.
And you don't know any reason why she'd be that upset?
None. That's why I'm hoping
this is all just a big misunderstanding.
Hmm. Uh, if we need to contact you?
Yes. Here's my card.
Please do contact me the minute you hear anything.
"Anything is possible."
Hmm. Thank you.
[Nikki] Cal, we know that you were the one who argued
with Zoey at the party last night.
I keep telling you, I didn't know she was missing
- until you told me. - Mm-hmm.
"Biggest bitch in a town full of 'em"?
[Cal scoffs] If the shoe fits.
So, we know you were at the party,
and that you fought, and then she disappeared. How does that shoe fit?
I had nothing to do with that.
Well, her friends think you did, and so do we.
That you were a jealous ex-boyfriend.
And you're obsessed with her.
Yeah, okay. We fought.
Sarah had gotten a lot of money,
and for some reason, that freaked Zoey out.
She wanted to protect Sarah from whoever gave her all that money,
but Sarah didn't want her to.
Protect her from who? What money?
I don't know.
When I pressed her about it, she got angry.
I-I get how it looks...
but I wasn't trying to hurt her. I just wanted to help.
- Mike, what do you got? - We got a hit on the sedan
three miles south of the gas station 20 minutes ago.
We're sending units and pulling feed from that area.
- What'd you learn from Cal? - That Sarah Marks recently
came into a sizeable amount of money.
For some reason, that upset Zoey,
a fact that Sarah hid from us.
I'm gonna have Kemi find out why.
You are aware that she's looking for clues in candle wax, right?
Mm-hmm. I'm also aware that dogs smell cancer.
And that if western medicine was a bit more open-minded,
schnauzers could save countless lives.
You know, for a price, I could get Sarah's financials.
No. We don't pay for information. You know that.
Neither do I. I pay for shortcuts.
You mean your hacker friend? No, please not the collector.
He still asked about you. Remember New Orleans?
- What's New Orleans? - Not fondly, no. Go.
No? There was this nutria the size of a Pontiac--
Out!
- Hmm. - Hmm.
Okay, so the car's being tracked.
Sarah's being talked to. Jay's doing his thing.
That gives us about ten minutes.
What, to talk about giant nutria?
I have a better idea.
[soft music playing]
God, I missed you.
We should get back.
You know, I once dated a married woman who loved peaches.
Yeah, that was her thing. Peaches made her happy.
So, I got her some from that gourmet shop on South Second.
You know, the ones that come wrapped in that gold foil?
I went all out on 'em.
She said she couldn't take 'em home,
but she promised me that she would split
with her husband before they went bad.
So, I put 'em in the mini fridge in our secret room,
hoping they wouldn't go bad.
And I cried like a baby when they did.
You know, Jay... Jay's part of my old family.
It's just... with Keith being back, we're just trying
to figure out what that means.
- I know. - And that takes time.
Our peaches are not going bad.
We gotta get back to work.
So, I know you had a fight with Zoey about money.
Her wanting to protect you from whoever gave it to you.
- Have you seen Zoey's art? - And you in it.
Strong, confident woman being judged by the disapproving man.
The money came from one of those disapproving men, and she hated that.
Why? What were you supposed to do for the money?
Something Zoey never would.
And because you took it,
she thought that you were okay
with being judged disapprovingly.
She thought I was selling out, yeah.
If I did it once, I would do it again, and again,
until, to stop doing it, to get out and do the right thing,
would just be impossible.
That's what our fight was about last night.
Doing the right thing.
The right thing.
If you know where Zoey is,
the right thing to do is to tell us.
The right thing.
Zoey always knows what that is.
Me, not so much.
You cannot be serious.
You called me an hour ago. I'm busting my hump.
And now you say you're not gonna pay me
because I'm not working fast enough?
I gave you the name of the bank.
You want the financials, I'll get the financials.
- Those things take time! - I don't have time, okay?
A girl's life rests on me getting this information.
And I understand, and I'm doing my best.
- Okay. - It's just, uh...
It's Dad. What's wrong with Dad?
Two months ago, they found, um... like a lump.
They put him through chemo.
The pills, the diets.
Aromatherapy.
- Mmm. - Breathing through his eyelids.
Breathing through his eyelids.
It's part of the Durham Protocol.
- I don't have time for this. - I'm sorry!
Is Dad's illness cramping up your busy schedule?
- You do this every single time. - My father's dying!
And your brother fell in a well,
and your sister got hit by lightning,
and your uncle's got jaundice. I don't know, whatever it is,
I'm no closer to getting what I came for!
I need this guy's bank records.
- Five K. That's all I need. - [sighing]
For Dad's funeral, you know?
'Cause that would really help me out.
He's not dead! You just said he's alive!
Well, you gotta plan ahead!
These things move fast, you know.
Let me think about it. No, I'm not giving you any money.
Fine! It was worth a shot.
Here's the info, cheapskate.
By the way, Dad's hosting a euchre tournament on Wednesday.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah! I'll send you an invite.
Sarah Marks lied. She said she was paid to be an artist model,
but I find it hard to believe that an artist is paying
a college kid $25,000, or that they're paying her through a Swiss bank account.
Hold up. The collector's a garbage man?
Like, he actually collects garbage?
Yeah, for tech and finances.
That's how he's able to access bank records.
Oh, "access"? That's what you're calling it?
And I'd call it a lead to a college kid who has a Swiss account.
To two college kids who use it.
Uh, Zoey's art studio, the landlord,
he gets paid from the same account.
When I asked Sarah what happened to Zoey,
she talked about ambition and doing the wrong thing to pursue it,
but it sounded like she was talking about herself.
Like she knows how to help Zoey,
but she doesn't have the courage to do it.
I'll do it.
What he paid me for, but you need to let her go.
No, I didn't tell the poli...
What does it matter why I changed my mind?
Because it's the right thing to do, okay?
I need to do the right thing.
You know the address.
The account belongs to a financial services company,
but dozens of executives are part of it.
Zoey's been missing for nine hours.
By the time we run each name, it could be too late.
But we only need to run one name. Oh, my God.
- How do you know that? - Because anything is possible.
Zoey's art dealer gave me this.
For those who are horticulturally challenged, that is baby's breath.
In German, a language that I learned to track Ukrainian
war refugees who are being sold into slavery--
Yes, that happens.
In German, the word for baby's breath is...
Schleierkraut.
H. Schleierkraut.
I want his home and his office address.
Whatever there is to know about Baby's Breath,
I wanna know it.
Baby's Breath is a billionaire.
A hedge fund god.
Um, no kids, no wife.
Private jets, private parties with CEOs,
B-list Euros and her.
Jacqueline Phillips.
Zoey's art dealer also curates Baby's Breath's collection.
What's a billionaire doing with college kids?
Sarah talked about expectations.
The pressure that Zoey felt to live up to her dad's.
Baby's Breath could help her with that,
but maybe he had something that he wanted in return, right?
Something she didn't wanna give.
Hits off CCTV. All in the past hour.
That's the car from Zoey's abduction.
Loop in the sheriff's office, highway patrol.
Jay and I are paying Baby's Breath a visit.
You might wanna show him this too.
Text messages from Sarah's phone.
Looks like she does know what happened to Zoey.
And someone scared her into not cooperating with us.
You think that we could talk privately?
Sure. I've got nothing to hide.
Thank you.
Anything is possible?
I believe it is. Don't you?
Why don't you tell us about Zoey Roth?
What would you like to know?
Where she is would be great.
She was abducted.
No.
That's awful.
Yeah, it's awful.
We're interested in the nature of your relationship with Zoey.
Oh, there was no relationship. I just bought her work.
Well, you bought her work and you paid for her studio.
You gave her friend $25,000.
Uh, I did not give money to her friend.
I gave it to her muse.
All right. Where were you last night?
I was at a dinner party.
For Elon Musk.
- Oh. - If you want to check it out,
I can get you his personal number.
Not, that's okay.
"Say anything and your career will be over."
"Go to the police and you'll ever go to medical school."
These are texts sent from a burner
just hours after Zoey was kidnapped.
Obviously sent by somebody who did not want us to know
where Zoey is. Maybe someone like you
who's on the board of the medical school
she wants to attend.
You've done your homework.
- Hmm. - So have I.
Ex-husband and wife.
You lose your kids. You help others find theirs.
That must make every case very personal.
So lemme make this one very personal for you.
You get the hell out of my office,
and you stay out until you have something more substantial
than anonymous texts and legal wire transfers.
[overlapping conversation]
- What's he talking about? - Look at these hits from CCTV.
Bringing up Keith, making it personal?
I'd like to slap his mouth.
Choke him with that ascot.
Wait. Ten minutes ago on Hawthorne.
- Jay. - What?
- Look. - I'm looking. What?
Look at where they're going.
Deming, near Hawthorne.
- Sarah. - Exactly.
[upbeat music playing]
[muffled screaming]
We're too late.
Nest cam had him here ten minutes ago.
Sarah's been taken.
We got a hit that has him going westbound
on Walnut Street.
Okay. We're on our way.
Issue an alert. And keep issuing them.
I'm not sure that PSP will go for that.
One every five minutes. He doesn't get away.
[engine starting]
[phone alarm sounding]
- I won't do it. - Of course you will.
It's why you're here. For Sarah.
- To pay her debt. - That's not why I'm here.
I just came to talk to him.
The minister's coming tonight because of her promise.
Henry paid her $25,000 based on that promise.
So put this on, have a drink. And relax.
- He has Sarah. - [sighing]
That's a lie.
Well, you know Henry, so you know it's not.
That wasn't the deal.
You know how this works.
Show the Minister a good time tonight
and all will be forgiven.
For you both.
[door closing]
[muffled screaming]
[phone shutter clicking]
[computer chimes]
We got it. Real-time image.
Gas station near 53rd and Market.
[gunshots]
All we care about is the girls, okay?
Just getting them back.
Where are Zoey and Sarah?
Nik!
[groaning]
Kemi. We're at the gas station.
- We need paramedics. Now. - Listen to me, hey.
We don't have a lot of time. This is important. Okay?
Sarah and Zoey, where are they? Hey, hey!
- EMTs will be here in five. - Hey, hey!
Let's go, you're not allowed to die. Come on!
Check it, check it. Go. Come on.
No? Come on.
- Jay. - What?
- Jason. Jason! - What?
- He's gone. - Yeah.
Well then, so are the girls.
- Can anybody hear me? - [banging]
Sarah!
Help me!
[coughing]
[banging]
[yelling indistinctly]
Sarah! We're gonna get you out!
It's okay, it's okay.
You're okay. You're safe now. You're okay.
Your parents are on their way with smiles and lots of hugs.
But before they get here, I need you to tell me what you know.
Zoey's life may depend on it. Do you understand?
Good.
The first thing I need to know is where you were being taken.
I don't know.
All I know is that it's somewhere near Haverford.
He used to take us in cars with blacked-out windows, so...
Now that he doesn't trust me, he put me in the trunk.
But you trusted him, didn't you?
He was... interested in us.
He made us feel... important.
And...
talented and cared for.
And then, he and Jacqueline attacked her.
We need to leave.
- What's wrong? - I don't want to talk about it!
And that assault was shocking and horrible,
and we ran away after that.
And then, Jacqueline called me.
And...
told me it was all a misunderstanding.
And...
offered me money
to show some guy a good time.
So the ambition you told us about was yours, not Zoey's.
Or my parents, anyway.
They wanted me to be a doctor.
If I did anything else, they would be horrified.
But med schools are impossible to get into
and he's on the board of a really great one so...
I took his money.
But then I changed my mind.
Mm-hmm.
He was so...
angry when I told him.
He just... exploded.
So I ran to Zoey.
You told her at the party,
so she insisted in talking to him, right?
On protecting you.
But then, he texted you
and then threatened not to help if you talked to us.
Oh, baby...
Zoey stood up for you.
So you decided to stand up for her.
To do the job, so she wouldn't have to.
I saw them in the other room.
Zoey's parents.
I owe them an apology.
Oh, they are definitely owed an apology.
But not by you.
Haverford.
Sarah said she was being taken somewhere near Haverford.
Her tax rolls have Baby Breath with a house
in Chestnut Hill and an office in University City.
Nothing near Haverford.
Maybe we should ask Paul Roth for the address.
Zoey's dad. Why should we ask him?
Because our boy Schleierkraut, turns out he knows him.
Yeah, I introduced Henry to Zoey.
And you both sit on a foundation board.
One of a dozen boards Baby's Breath sits on.
Yeah, I heard he was a collector,
so I put them together. Do you know something?
Does he have a place in Haverford?
What difference does it make where he lives
unless he's involved?
Unless that's where she is.
- All we want is an address. - I'm gonna kill him.
I'm gonna find him, I'm gonna get Zoey back,
and I am going to put a bullet in his head!
Paul, listen to me.
I told you I know what you're going through.
What you need to do now, what Zoey needs you to do now,
is let us do our job. Okay?
[breathing heavily]
Do you know the address?
No.
[knocking on door]
Um... Can we talk?
You said the eggs would help!
[glass shattering]
You said it'd be okay.
Okay, so this is one of Zoey's collages.
And this is what she was looking at when she created it.
The Schuylkill River right outside of town.
Thank God Zoey's not a cubist.
Not even my fourth husband could figure out
the location even if she was.
- You were married four times? - Twelve, actually.
Once a century. Number four, that was...
Ah... Bonaventura Cavalieri.
Student of Galileo. Inventor of polar coordinates.
Lover of mutton. You know what I'm saying?
I'm sorry. Okay, um...
The pole. That's Zoey. And that is her window.
The ray between her window and the hills
gives us the polar axis.
And the coordinates of the hills
gets you the coordinates of the house.
All the way down to Street View guy.
I love Street View guy. He's so cute.
Okay. I want warrants on Schleierkraut's home,
office, get, boat, bathtub. You name it.
Gotcha.
Zoey is a star.
I'd love to show you her work.
Maybe later.
Later. Of course.
In the meantime, the house is all yours.
[door closing]
Well, Zoey.
Don't you look lovely.
[groaning]
Feisty.
I like that.
No, no! [crying]
No, stop!
[whimpering]
Get away from me!
[glass shattering]
I'm not doing this!
Play time is over.
[screaming]
[grunting]
It's okay, it's okay.
Hey, hey, it's okay.
We're gonna get you home, okay?
It's Mike. About Schleierkraut.
- Okay, can you... - Yeah.
Talk to me.
Hey, we executed a warrant on his house. He's here.
So you got him.
Not exactly, no.
Okay, easy.
Come on, you shoot me now,
the cops will come in guns blazing and you will die.
Good.
Then we'll both get what we deserve.
[sirens blaring]
Hey. He's still in the library?
Yeah. But he hasn't reached out, made any demands.
- Does he know she's safe? - He does.
It doesn't seem to matter.
All right, Nik, let's put a vest on her.
If we can't talk him down, maybe she can.
You said you'd help her.
- You need to listen to me. - That was a promise you made.
Everything that happened was a misunderstanding.
I trusted you.
- You abducted my daughter. - No.
You put her in the trunk of a car.
- That I can explain-- - The trunk of a damn car!
- Paul. Ah! - [gunshot]
[grunting]
Paul, talk to me, Paul.
Daddy? Daddy, I'm okay.
I saw the video.
My child in that trunk, screaming for help.
- Lemme hear you scream. - I'm sorry.
Oh, you can do better than that.
- [gunshot] - Ahh!
- Daddy! - [groaning]
Hey.
[breathing heavily]
- Zoey, I'm sorry... - Daddy, let me in.
Zoey, I'm your father. I'm supposed to protect you...
- Daddy, please. - I introduced you to him.
I pushed you on him. I pressured you.
I saw his money and power and what it could do for you.
When I should've seen everything else.
You and Zoey can talk about all that, okay?
You have nothing but time to talk,
if you open this door.
If you don't, and that man dies,
then you and your daughter will have nothing.
[grunting]
[Jason] Paul, let us in.
We have no time at all,
so will you please open this door, Paul?
[Jason] Come on, Paul. We can talk about it.
Paul?
- Where's the gun? - On the mantel.
[Jason] Over there. Don't move.
Daddy.
Oh.
Zoey!
[crying]
I want you to take a good look around, huh?
You'll never be in a room this nice again.
'Cause you are under arrest.
I'll have you wait outside.
For kidnapping... They're gonna be okay.
...assault, attempted rape.
And I get a feeling that's just the starter menu.
You ready?
- What happens next? - Well...
You shot a guy.
So the DA is probably gonna want to press charges,
but I'll do my best to try to convince them not to.
Why would you do that?
I think 'cause I understand.
Do the nightmares ever go away?
About him being taken in the first place.
No. I mean, not for me. They don't.
Because you're a good dad.
And good dads stand watch. And...
Bad things aren't supposed to happen when we do.
[sighs]
I feel like I'm in the dark.
Like I'm lost and I can't find my way.
Well, like I said, maybe I can help you.
Maybe we can help each other. All right?
Yeah.
Hey.
I got a few people here who'd really like to see you.
Sarah!
[crying]
Hey.
News of Baby's Breath's arrest has other women coming forward.
About him and his enabler.
You know, the responsibility that Zoey's dad feels,
- I feel it too. - I know you do.
And I know that's why you're pushing Keith so hard.
I know... And I know that I shouldn't.
Okay? And I know that
he needs space, he needs time.
But I wasn't there when he was taken
so I feel like I have to make up for that somehow.
Right, for... not standing watch.
You know, the alarm wasn't on that night.
I turned it on every single night
except for the one night that mattered.
So neither of us did enough.
But we both did everything we could. Right?
You're right. You're right.
[soft music]
[sighs]
[chuckles]
Pam texted me the results of Keith's placement test. Look.
I mean, that can't... That can't be right.
No, it can't.
Not if it's really Keith.
[knocking on door]
Sid?
Sidney?
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I...
What do you want?
I just, uh...
I know you're having a tough time with this.
With me.
So I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
That grade on that paper?
I got it for writing that Grendel didn't do
monstrous things because he was exiled and cursed by God.
He was exiled and cursed by God
because of the monstrous things he did.
Trying to destroy a family.
You may be able to fool everyone else,
but you can't fool me.
Sid. Please.
I'm your brother.
My brother is dead.
[sighing]
Hey, baby.
Hey, Mom.
Hey. We got your test results back.
You're gonna skip a grade.
Uh, there were books in my room.
That's pretty much all there was.
Are you hungry? What can I get you?
Surprise me.
All right... I'm gonna get changed
and I'll be right down. Okay?
You know, it's funny.
When you were little, you hated surprises.
Now you're full of them.
[chuckling]
[tense music playing]
[hammering]
I can explain.
Thank you for believing me.