♪ ...When I look into your eyes ♪
♪ And I can tell that you're all in ♪
♪ 'Cause I can hear your heart beating ♪
♪ Padam!
♪ Padam
♪ Padam, padam
♪ I hear it and I know
♪ Padam, padam
♪ I know you wanna take me home ♪
♪ I know
♪ You want to know me close
♪ Padam, padam
♪ When your heart goes
♪ Padam!
[cheering and shouting]
[dance music thumping]
[indistinct exchanges]
[teen 1] Canary always has food for us.
[teen 2] Oh, my god, I'm so hungry.
[teen 1] Yeah. Me too.
Are you sure she's working tonight?
-[applause and cheering] -Oh, you hear that applause?
Canary's def in there. Trust.
[music thumping]
[siren wailing in distance, drawing near]
Order's up, kiddos.
Today, we have "drunk leftovers,"
which-- what looks like a BLT...
and what looks like orange chicken?
Thank you!
They've really gotta work on their menu at this place.
How was the show tonight?
Oh, it was good.
On a scale of Wong Foo to Priscilla,
I'd give it a Birdcage.
As the great Vivien Leigh said--
[rasping, as Leigh] "...tomorrow is another day."
Who's Vivien Leigh?
[mocks disdain] Oh! Gen Z. Gotta love ya.
Heh! Someone who's not Gen Z-- me--
needs to get out of these heels
because my cankles are crowing.
Bye, my darlings.
Thanks.
I'll see you tomorrow, Maya?
Yup, I'll be here. Thanks.
[text alert beeps]
[♪♪♪]
[vehicle approaching]
[vehicle accelerating]
[♪♪♪]
Oh! All right, Reggie.
Oh...
What did we talk about, all right?
We need our elbow in and our eyes on what?
The basket?
All right, buddy. I love your energy.
Let's try to keep this one in one zip code, okay?
You got it, Coach Mike.
Okay. Come on!
[shouting] Who wants pizza?
Hey, hey, hey.
Save me a pepperoni, all right?
[kids clambering]
Hey, Mrs. Coach. You're early.
All right? We gotta practice. We got a game this weekend.
How's Reggie gonna go pro
if he's stuffing his face with pepperoni pizza?
The pies were hot,
and your all-stars don't seem to mind.
[grunts]
One second.
Hey, we got extra, if you want a slice?
I need help.
Yeah. What can I do you for?
It's not for me. It's for my friend.
You wanna tell me about your friend?
Her name's Maya.
I haven't seen her in, like, two days,
and I asked around and nobody's seen her.
Come here.
If she's in trouble, then...
we-we can help.
We just need to know some things.
What is Maya's last name?
I don't know it.
What about her parents?
Don't know them, either.
You know where she lives?
We don't, uh... we don't have homes--
like, normal homes.
What's your name, baby?
-Jax. -You want to tell me
the last place you saw Maya?
-Yeah. -Let's get you some food.
-Thanks. -Come here, baby.
Actually, I know this place.
I was here once, I got a burger--
I was on a stakeout--
and it felt like a-a Buick was stuck in my colon.
All right, all right!
You thought we needed to know that?
Gut health is very important, Michael.
Okay? Even for somebody your age.
Y-You don't have to worry about it yet, though.
You and Maya come here often?
Yeah. The queens here are really nice.
Queens? Drag queens?
Yeah.
Some of them will sneak food for us when they can,
and then we'll snatch makeup for them when we can--
I probably shouldn't have just told a cop that.
-It's fine. -No, you're under arrest.
-What? -I'm k-- I'm kidding.
It's out of our jurisdiction. Stolen makeup-- you're fine.
Did somebody give you guys food the other night?
Yeah. My girl, Canary.
All right, well, maybe she knows something.
She usually shows up around lunchtime.
Lunchtime? Okay, um... here.
Go, uh...
go get yourself something to eat-- not here.
-Thanks. -Thank you very much.
Don't buy drugs!
All right, what do we do? Just wait here?
Ooh-ee!
Nice ass, daddy.
Why you? I mean, I got a nice ass, don't I?
Have you seen your ass?
-Huh? -I'll let you answer
that question yourself.
Let's go wait in the car.
I have a fantastic ass.
Oh, heads up.
[door thuds]
Miss Canary?
I guess that depends on who's asking.
The precinct holding a beauty pageant today?
Uh, no.
Uh, we're looking for a homeless girl-- Maya.
Yeah, I know Maya.
I do give her food every now and then,
but I don't know if the food from here
is a blessing or a curse.
Yeah, no, I feel you on that!
Do you know where she is?
I don't,
but is she in trouble, or--?
She might be.
Okay. That explains it.
You know, I actually found her bag
when I was coming home from the club the other night.
I actually grabbed it,
thinking that I would just
give it to her the next time I saw her.
-You mind grabbing it for me? -Not at all, cutie--
as long as you hold my war paint.
I mean, what-- w-what is it? "Cutie" now?
I mean, y-you're like catnip around here.
All right, all right, all right.
Thank you.
[sighing]
This bag is probably all she had.
There's no way she left it on a sidewalk.
Let me see.
Oh.
Just a child.
A little girl...
living out of a backpack.
I mean, what kind of world allows that, Nik?
And where were her parents?
"Family" doesn't always mean what you think it does.
[groans in dread] Oh.
It's not a good sign.
What do you think? Drug problems?
Well, she wouldn't be the first girl
to get lost at the bottom of a baggie.
Hmm.
Well, someone seems to care about Maya.
Mm.
Oh.
"Glenolden Girls' Soccer Camp."
Find that camp.
I want the name of both those girls right now.
Yeah.
[Jason humming jovially]
Hey, Nik.
You, uh, you wore jeans to our wedding.
Feet off my desk!
-Yes, ma'am. -And it was spontaneous, okay?
I didn't exactly have time to shop.
You actually listened to me?
I'm afraid of the next 60 seconds.
Don't be.
Um...
I did a thing.
Uh, I looked into the John Maritz murder,
even though you may have told me not to.
Are we doing this again?
It was a car bomb.
It is with Homicide now.
I asked you to stand down.
Okay, okay, and I didn't.
W-Would it help if I said I was sorry?
You're not sorry. I know you.
-Okay, fair. -Fine. You already
closed the door, so you might as well tell me what you found.
I found nothing.
Okay? It's just the PD portal.
I looked at the file and a-a virus nuked me.
What do you mean?
It was white-listed.
"White-listed"?
-Mm. -[chuckling skeptically]
You can't update your phone software.
How do you even--
Wayne?
Of course. Wayne.
Okay, okay, okay, look.
Nik, the point is-- it was white-listed.
Okay? Is that a coincidence?
Tell me, who has the authority to do something like that?
Someone who has something to hide,
someone who may or may not have a personal beef with me.
Do you want to buy a vowel?
Should I keep going?
-Stop it! -Okay, let's skip to the end--
Hollis Braun. Your new buddy.
He isn't my buddy, okay?
And-And you can't just
level accusations against an inspector like that.
Why not?
Hey, uh...
-What's up? -This is weird,
but I just got a message from Braun's office
saying that he wanted to set up a lunch with me.
[Jason cackles]
You want a recommendation?
The Olive Garden's breadsticks are--
I mean, they are phenomenal.
W-Why does he want to have lunch with you?
Uh, sorry, that-- that came out wrong.
Yeah, just a little bit.
-[footsteps approaching] -[Kemi] Hey, Nikki?
I got those I.D.s.
Okay.
All right, so...
the summer camp identified those girls.
Mm-hmm?
The one on the left is our girl, "Maya"--
except the camp had her
registered under a different name--
"Hannah Marie Sutter."
And she's from Cherry Hill, New Jersey.
So what's she doing in Philly?
I don't know, but she's ours now,
and a runaway doesn't leave her bag
unless someone makes her.
Issue the Alert.
All right.
[alert begins blaring]
[overlapping alerts blaring]
[exhales]
[breath shaking]
[♪♪♪]
Hello?
Can anyone hear me? Hello?
[♪♪♪]
Is anyone--
[♪♪♪]
[gasps]
[chain rattles]
[chain thudding and clacking against frame]
Please, let me out of here!
[gasping and wheezing]
I can't-- I can't breathe!
[hyperventilating]
[gasping intensely]
Somebody, please, let me out of here!
So she made it all the way to Philly this time?
Well, we called the New Jersey State Police.
They have two prior missing reports
in their system for Maya--
"Hannah."
But there's no current report,
even though we have a statement from another kid
saying that she's been on the streets
at least a month.
What's your point?
We're trying to understand
why you didn't report your daughter missing.
She ran away five years ago. She ran away two years ago.
Right.
Just to be clear-- because clarity is important--
you didn't report her most recent departure
to any of the appropriate authorities?
Our daughter would rather live on the streets
than at home with us.
Do you know what that's like?
I work. My husband works.
We have two other children who are both normal and easy.
Tell us what to do.
People prey on runaways,
and there's nothing we can do to stop them
unless we are notified.
You're calling us bad parents.
They're calling us bad parents!
Mrs. Sutter, I-I am not calling you--
We just can't communicate with Hannah.
Believe us, we've tried.
[sighing]
What do you expect us to do?
You can try and learn.
She loves soccer,
Yet, she comes home talking about
a-a girlfriend
who lives in Philly,
wanting to go live with her--
wanting us to call her "Maya,"
and then she ran away... again.
So, we figure, she'll come home
when she's tired of making a spectacle of herself.
Mr. and Mrs. Sutter...
your other children may be "easy,"
but that doesn't mean that Maya isn't "normal."
And the only lesson that she needs to learn
is to stop hoping
that her parents will start acting like parents.
Kemi. Kemi--
And if you'll excuse me-- I have a child to find.
[♪♪♪]
My apologies. Would you give us a moment, please?
-Yeah. -Mm-hmm.
I'm sorry.
That was unprofessional.
But those people in there--
I know that look in their eyes, I have seen it in my parents'.
[voice shaking] It is plain and simple indifference.
It is not our job to judge.
It is our job to find their daughter.
I know that!
But their daughter is in danger, and they didn't even report it.
Let me handle them, okay?
You track down the girl from the photos,
the one from the soccer camp-- the girlfriend. Okay?
[officer] Captain!
We have a hit on the alert from the City Youth Shelter.
-I'm sorry. -It's okay.
[woman] Close to a quarter
of the country's unhoused population
is under 18.
-I'm sure you know that. -Yeah.
Right here, in Philadelphia alone,
there's 1,700 children living on the streets.
[Mike takes a breath]
Tell me about Maya.
She's stayed here before...
but two nights ago,
when checked in for the 7 p.m. curfew,
we didn't have any beds available.
Well, maybe she went to another shelter.
There's three youth shelters, but that's only 40 beds total.
Wait. I-If there's just no beds,
what, she just ends up on the street?
Welcome to my sleepless nights.
Find her, Sergeant.
With no roof over their heads...
these kids don't last long.
Hey.
How you doing?
Am I busted?
No, no, you're gonna be okay this time.
Um, we-we're gonna flush that down the toilet,
and then you're gonna tell me where you got it.
Mm. Yeah, uh...
[tapping tensely]
It's-It's a local dealer.
Guy named "Skit."
Just, you-you text him, he gives a meet-up point--
usually around 13th Street, in-in the "Gayborhood."
-Okay. -You said 13th Street?
Yeah.
That's a block away from where Maya went missing.
Okay, so, why don't you run off
and, uh, flush that down the toilet,
then you're gonna text Skit,
and we're gonna set up a meet for us.
Yeah.
[camera zoom whirring]
[♪♪♪]
[Jason] This girl's younger than Sid, man.
I don't like her chances if we don't find her.
Well, street kids do a lot of things to survive.
You know, maybe she owed the wrong guy,
offered the wrong thing, got in over her head?
Whatever it is, hopefully, this dealer can help us.
What kind of a name is "Skit" anyway?
I don't know. His parents must've hated him.
He sells drugs to kids. I'm not much of a fan either...
cutie.
All right.
Hold on.
You know, it just occurred to me...
What?
Well, I mean, this-this-- this dealer kid,
he thinks that the kid who texted him
is coming to see him,
not two grown men who look...
like how you look.
What's wrong with the way I look?
You look like a cop.
He's gonna see you comin' from a mile away.
-You look like a cop, too! -No, I don't.
You're outta your mind.
This is the "sexy mechanic" look.
'Kay? Chicks dig it.
And, y-you know, you, uh...
you got something different going on.
Yeah.
What do you think?
No. No. No. Absolutely not. No.
It'd look so good on you!
Come on. Come on. Let's just look.
[♪♪♪]
It's fine.
I don't know why I listened to you.
You look really good!
Nikki's going to like it.
It really shows off your physique.
I look like brown Fonzie.
You look great!
Hey, look, don't be so selfish.
All right? We're trying to find a kid.
And, you know what, the truth is,
you're gonna find a lot, um, uses... for this thing.
-Yeah? Where exactly? -I don't know.
A midnight showing of Saturday Night Fever?
[Jason laughs]
You know what?
It's actually not that bad.
[starts beatbox-scatting]
Very good, very good, very good.
When you're done admiring yourself,
I think I see, uh... Skit.
Ahem.
Skit?
Yeah, no chance. Keep walkin', officers.
Oh... was it that obvious?
You look like a high school football coach
and your buddy here looks like
he just lost a George Michael costume contest, so, yeah...
a little obvious.
We're gonna have a little chit-chat after this.
-That's fair. -And I know my rights.
Okay? You texted me from a phone that wasn't yours--
that's entrapment.
I don't care-- about any of that.
I'm looking for a girl-- a client of yours.
Wanna help us out, and maybe we don't arrest you-- for now?
I knew it.
Go get 'em, George Michael!
You got this!
-Stop! -[car horn blaring]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Was it worth it?
Now you're under arrest.
[Skit grunts]
Thanks for the assist.
Anytime! Love the jacket.
Hey! You hear that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Thanks.
Thank you, everyone.
-[clapping] -Thank you!
-[smattering of applause rises] -[wolf-whistling]
[Mike] We're looking for Maya. You know her?
I don't have to talk to you.
That's true,
but you also had six grams of coke,
30 Oxy, and a dozen ecstasy pills on you
when we busted you, so...
What are you doing?
Are you supplying Coachella this year?
You want to talk to us, or you want to talk to the judge
at your arraignment? Your choice.
[sighing] Fine.
Maya bought from me,
but it's not what you think.
She came to me once in awhile for zannies.
Do you know, uh, was she getting high?
Or did she actually have anxiety, or...
Do you know how hard it is to get mental health meds
when you live on the streets?
When's the last time you saw her?
Couple days ago.
She needed meds, she didn't have enough cash,
and I don't do charity, so.
She said she had some kinda under-the-table gig--
she'd get the money, and come back,
but she never showed up.
What, she worked somewhere local?
Where?
[bang]
Hey.
Got your attention now? Good.
She didn't tell me, okay?
Probably somewhere in the Gayborhood,
but that's all I know.
Caitlyn?
Hi. I'm Detective Adebayo.
Can you sit for a minute?
I need to talk to you about Maya--
uh, Hannah.
We have, uh, reason to believe that she's in...
she's in danger.
I... don't know anything--
about--
Oh. Oh, sweetie. I'm a friend.
I'm trying to help.
I want Maya safe.
And if these photos are telling the truth,
I think you do, too.
Look.
I can call your parents
and have them take you down to the station
for an official interview,
or we can talk here.
Yeah?
Okay, um...
...so you met Maya at soccer camp,
over the summer-- why don't you start there?
I was nervous about going to camp
because I'm not great in new situations,
but...
...meeting Maya the first time--
...she has anxiety issues, she got me.
Everything just felt right, you know?
Oh, yeah. I do!
I mean, you meet the right person
and it just feels like you're breathing air
that you never breathed before.
Did it feel like that?
-Yeah? -Yeah!
-Yeah. -Yeah. Just like that.
That was the freest I-I ever felt.
We called each other "Teddy Bear,"
so I bought her a stuffed animal. So silly.
I'm not out at home
like Maya was.
I wasn't ready to be someone new
with my family,
and then, a couple weeks ago,
Maya shows up at my door, asking to stay with me.
She didn't know that I wasn't out at home.
So, um... what did you do then?
[voice shaking] I told her to leave.
Did she mention anyone harassing her,
or trying to take advantage, in any way?
No.
No, nothing like that.
A couple weeks ago, I got to school,
and there was a note in my locker.
She must've snuck in.
She said that she'd be in the city
and that she'd stay close.
I need to see that note. Do you still have it?
I'll make sure that this gets back to you.
Are you gonna find her?
I hope so.
Will you tell her that I miss her?
It'll be the first thing that I do.
So we have a girl
with mental health issues that got rejected.
Possible suicide, possible predators...
I don't-- I don't love it.
The girlfriend can't place her,
and that was about three days ago,
-so we're running out of time. -All right.
So, what do we know about the hours
before she disappeared?
Well, we know she saw her dealer.
6:00, right?
Then she got turned away from the youth center, 7 p.m.
Um, the next thing we know...
is that she was with the boy outside the drag bar
at, say, 10 p.m. to close, at midnight.
And then, gone.
All right, so the big piece that's missing
is between 7 and 10 p.m.
What about the drug dealer kid?
He said that she picked up work somewhere in the Gayborhood.
Mm-hmm, question is where?
Wait a minute.
Uh... the note that she gave to Caitlyn.
Let's see.
Um, it was on a napkin from...
this place--
"The Gin Fizz."
Who the hell let a 15-year-old inside of a bar?
Either she's got the Mona Lisa of fake I.D.s
and she likes their appletinis--
or she was not going there for a drink,
she was working there-- that's where she was working.
[♪♪♪]
Can I get you officers a drink?
Yeah, I'm gonna have this whole bottle.
We're on duty. Thanks.
Uh, David'll be off the phone in just a second, fellas.
You work here long?
I haven't missed a day in three years.
David hired me
'cause the circuit boys can't get free drinks
off a straight bartender.
That's a good business plan. You must've seen it all, huh?
Yeah, wild times.
The sex got safer and the drugs got weirder.
Let me ask you a question.
You, um, you ever come across fake I.D.s here?
Like, underaged kids?
Anybody like... her, for example?
I, uh...
yeah, think you guys should talk to the boss.
Sorry about that.
What can I do for the PD today?
I do have a thing with the city about parking spots,
but other than that-- clean as the driven snow.
No, it's not that. We're looking for this girl.
Who? Maya?
-You know her? -Sure, I know her.
Okay, why-why is there a 15-year-old in your bar?
There are so many homeless kids in this neighborhood.
It breaks my heart.
I don't let them near the booze.
I just slip them cash to help with the dishes,
take out the trash-- that kinda thing.
Right. Was she here, uh, two nights ago?
Yeah, a couple hours' worth.
She was motivated. Hustled.
I don't think I've ever seen the glasses shine so bright.
You know, it's about time
someone from the city gave a crap.
What do you mean?
Do you have any idea how many kids go missing from here?
Come through, disappear,
vanish-- like they never existed.
No one comes around here asking.
Well... we're asking now.
Well, it's about damn time.
[♪♪♪]
[knocking at door]
Hey, Inspector. What's up?
Well, you couldn't make lunch,
so I thought I'd just drop by.
Yeah, well,
we're full-court press for the missing kid,
so, um... but come in, have a seat.
I'm a flat-white guy, myself.
But you?
Double-Americano.
This is great.
Thank you.
Um, I read your file
and I'm impressed.
Thanks.
You always wanted to be a cop?
No, it turns out
that the Phillies were all set at left field,
so I went with my backup plan.
You?
My father was a cop.
Never made it out of uniform.
My mother used to say
that he loved the badge
and he loved the bottle,
and they both hated him back.
Oh, I know the type.
Yeah. All me and my little brother
ever wanted was to impress the bastard.
Now my brother owns nine charter schools
and my badge says "Inspector" on it,
which wasn't easy,
carrying the old man's name around like an albatross.
Irony is,
he died of cirrhosis before he could see it.
I'm sorry about that.
Anyway,
a long-winded way of me saying
that whatever it is that is driving you,
this is the sweet spot of your career
where everything you touch can turn to gold--
long as nobody else's tarnish rubs off.
Jason Grant's a good cop.
I know that Nikki thinks the world of him,
but he leaves me...
a little... concerned.
[door opens]
Inspector.
What brings you up to MPU?
[Braun] Delivering coffee.
I'll leave you two to work on the case,
but I'll put a lunch in the books for us all soon.
-Sound good? -Yep.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Um, Kemi wants us
in the conference room right away.
Talk to me, Kemi. What do you got?
So we may be looking at a serial offender.
Um, the bar owner
implied that Maya isn't the first kid
to disappear from the Gayborhood,
so Jason asked me to do some digging.
No children matching Maya's general profile
came up in our case history,
so I expanded the search parameters.
A lot of these kids don't come from Philly--
they just end up here.
Meaning they were reported missing elsewhere?
[Kemi] Exactly, so...
I looked at kids
reported missing all over the state--
um, Pittsburgh, Harrisburg, Hershey...
according to the Missing and Endangered Children's
database,
there are 194 children missing
in Pennsylvania alone.
So, I focused on the ones with last-known sightings
in Philadelphia--
[Mike] Which is still a needle in a haystack of needles.
We gotta narrow it down.
Figure out which ones were last seen in the Gayborhood.
Which is why Jason is bringing in someone to...
consult.
[♪♪♪]
After you.
Miss Canary, I really appreciate your time.
This is my friend, Kemi.
She's gonna show you some photos.
-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you too.
Anything for my girl Maya.
But you couldn't have given a girl a chance to change?
Basically snatched my tush right off the stage
at drag brunch.
Not that I minded him near my tush!
Oh, clock's always ticking. Welcome to MPU.
Hmm! Well, okay.
Mind if I, uh, make myself a little bit more comfortable?
Let my hair down?
Do your thing.
[♪♪♪]
Ah. There you go!
Now, be careful with her. That's my baby!
Okay.
[Canary] These three.
[Kemi] Are you sure?
[Canary] Oh, yeah!
I see these kids almost every single day,
and, girl, I do not forget a face.
Mm. Her.
This girl, Rosalind--
-Okay. -Mm-hmm.
And, Joel... oh, my angel!
Joel washed dishes at the bar that I perform at--
Clown Car.
And then this girl, I can't remember her name,
but...
Ah! Yes.
Kara with a "K."
Mm. I've seen her once or twice down at Gin Fizz.
-Okay. -I sometimes do
a little pop-up there.
Gin Fizz?
All right. Kemi, will you handle that?
Yeah, I'm on it.
Thank you so much. Thank you.
Thank you, Canary.
Ooh, la, la!
Who is getting-- ♪ married ?
Oh, I am.
Ooh! Con-drag-ulations, honey.
You're gonna look stunning in ivory.
-Thank you. -Hmph.
Just between us girlfriends...
I wouldn't do the floor-length.
Really? Why not?
Look at you!
You've got the calves of a cheetah!
Might as well show 'em off.
Oh, stop it!
[laughing]
[trapdoor creaks]
[chain rattling]
[man's voice, modulated] How you look
is going to dictate who you go to.
If I were you,
I'd try and look nice.
Please! I have-- [gasping]
...bad anxiety and I--
No one in your life wants you,
but someone on the other end of that camera will.
I won't talk to the cops!
I swear!
Clean up and get some rest.
Bidding starts in a few hours.
Please-- Please...
please...
[sobbing]
Hey, Nikki?
Uh, you're not gonna believe this.
What do you got?
Uh, the businesses that Canary told us about?
Uh-huh?
Remember the bar owner that Mike and Jason talked to?
-David Close. -Yes.
He owns all three.
And there's more-- Close has a record.
30 years ago, he was arrested
for unlawful sexual contact with a minor.
Get Mike and Jason back there.
We have a little girl running out of time.
Find David Close. Now.
Yeah.
[♪♪♪]
[Jason] Tell me again-- 'cause I don't get it.
I mean, I got a bunch of missing kids,
and you-- you have a record.
He was my high school boyfriend.
I turned 18, he was still 17.
His parents were homophobes.
All the charges were dropped eventually.
I never saw him again.
These missing kids--
I give them cash, I give them work,
so they don't starve to death.
I have nothing to hide from you two.
Fine. I want details. I want details--
when you spoke to them, what they said,
where you were-- all of it.
I don't have time for this.
Well, you're gonna have to make time. All right?
We need a list of every single one of your employees
that came into contact with the kids.
Okay. Whatever I have to do to help,
but I got nobody on shift right now.
I got two people from the Parameter--
they're out of town.
I got my bartender, Richard-- he called in sick.
Whoa-whoa, wait.
That's the bartender from yesterday?
Yeah. Richard Fredricks.
He specifically said
that he has "never missed a day of work."
-He even made a joke about it. -Yeah.
Hold on.
All right, his name is Richard Fredricks,
and he definitely got squirrelly
when we showed him a picture of Maya.
All right.
I'm pulling everything up in the system now.
Okay, here we go.
Uh... he had an arrest for disorderly conduct
eight years ago.
Home address is... Bridesburg.
No other priors.
I don't know. Th-This guy looks clean--
No. Keep looking. There's gotta be something.
Okay.
Um...
no social media footprint, no liens,
no court filings.
Wait a second.
I'm looking at his utility bill.
He has three separate fiber optic internet lines
going into his house.
A bartender does not need that much internet draw.
Am I right?
He must be uploading and downloading
enormous amounts of content.
Okay, I guarantee, whatever he's uploading and downloading
would make your skin crawl.
I think I wanna find out
and shut this monster down.
[♪♪♪]
[keys clacking]
Okay.
What exactly are you doing?
Uh, so I made a phone call to a--
let's just say "a friend of a friend,"
who gave me access to her Tor browser
to get onto the Dark Web.
Let me guess-- Wayne.
Of course. Wayne.
Okay, hosting a Dark Web platform
is the most likely reason
for Fredricks' massive fiber optic situation,
so Wayne gave me a source-tracking package,
uh, so that I could search out his VPN
when I was in here, and...
Got it. I think this is it.
Uh...
[beep-beep]
Nikki, his site is broadcasting live right now.
Oh, my God. It's Maya.
That's what this is all about--
he's trafficking her.
Fredricks' selling her to the highest bidder.
28 minutes.
We need to cut this off. Anything we can do?
[♪♪♪]
Kemi? Kemi? Kemi...
Kemi.
[loudly] Kemi!
I'll tell you what we can do.
We can get his internet provider
on the phone and we can threaten
to arrest every person who doesn't help us
cut off his service right this second.
[beeping]
What the hell?
[connection shuts down]
Son of a bitch.
Please, is it over?
[♪♪♪]
[whacking keys]
[♪♪♪]
[clicking]
[♪♪♪]
[screams] Somebody, please! Help me!
[door opening]
[creaking]
[hinges squeal]
[door thuds]
[deadbolt engages]
Please, is it over?
I need my meds!
It's over.
We're outta here.
[tape creaks]
Where are we going?
Where no one will find you.
I got a business to protect.
[♪♪♪]
Look who's the sneaky little bitch.
I swear to God--
Ah!
[sirens yelping]
Go around back!
[Maya panicking]
[grunts]
[Maya shrieking]
-[door crashes open] -Maya!
[Maya shrieks]
[screams]
[Maya] Somebody! Please!
Please! Somebody, help me!
Maya! Back away from the door. This is the police!
Get down on the floor, now!
Somebody, help me, please! Somebody, help me!
[shot fires]
-[Maya screams] No! -[shots fire]
[cries out]
[Maya panicking]
Hey, hey. You okay?
Okay. Hey, I need a paramedic in here, now!
Stay down, stay down. All right?
That's what you get for messing with kids.
You got the right to keep bleeding, homeboy.
Hey, come on. Come on.
On your stomach.
[footsteps]
I called the Sutters.
They're on their way to pick up Maya.
Those people don't want her, Nikki,
and when you're not wanted, they aren't your family.
[Nikki] We don't have a choice.
[Kemi] No.
I know this is hard.
Why don't you go in there and wait with her?
Okay.
[Maya] When I was on my own...
[sniffling]
...no matter where I had to sleep,
no matter who stepped over me...
I never felt as alone as I did when I was back home.
No, it's, ahem, just a house.
Not my home.
When I was very young,
something happened to me, too.
I didn't, uh, I didn't leave home,
but I was taken from it.
And I hoped...
I prayed...
that, uh, someone would come and save me.
But...
in the end,
it wasn't my family who did.
It was the police.
Even when you are alone,
you don't have to feel lonely.
There are infinite lights in this world.
You just...
...you just have to see them in the dark.
My, uh, cellphone number is on there,
just in case you need me.
[chokes up] I'm sorry, I just...
I've never had anyone look out for me before.
I've never even had anyone miss me.
Oh... I think someone does.
I, uh, I spoke to Caitlyn.
[gasping and choking up] You did?
I did, and I, um...
I have a feeling that...
your "Teddy Bear" is still out there.
[gasps, sighs deeply]
[chuckles uneasily]
What do I do now?
Um...
you start to heal.
You take your meds.
Maybe... talk to a therapist.
And in a few more years,
you're gonna head out into the...
great, big world
and find your own place,
and find a new family.
What you've been through...
[deflating sigh]
...you can face anything.
Am I allowed to hug a police officer?
Y-Yes, yes. Today, you are, young lady.
[chuckling]
[sighing]
Um... one question.
Why did "Hannah Marie Sutter" decide she wanted to be "Maya"?
"Shadows on the wall,
noises down the hall--
life doesn't frighten me at all."
Maya Angelou.
No one's braver than her.
That's why I'm "Maya."
Mm.
That...
that sure looked cozy with the Inspector earlier.
Got a nice side of compliments with my caffeine.
Good. You deserve it.
Seems like a decent man.
Yeah.
Hey, let me ask you something.
He wouldn't happen to have a reason
to keep his eye on Jay, would he?
What do you mean?
I don't know.
Jay's not up to something... is he?
Not that I know of. No.
It's probably nothing.
[♪♪♪]
Hey.
So what's with the, uh, covert action?
This is just between us. Okay?
We started a conversation about Braun
in my office yesterday
and I think we should finish it.
I-I don't know what you want me to say, Nik.
I don't trust this guy.
I think he's a bad dude.
I'm telling you, Nik. I'm onto something here.
You gotta trust me.
No. No, you're not, okay?
This right here--
this just posted an hour ago.
It's from Central District Homicide.
Someone confessed.
They confessed to building
and detonating the bomb that killed John Maritz.
Central has him in custody.
They got him, Jay.
I don't care, I'm still right.
I don't care that you don't care.
It's over. Case closed.
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