Hey, Carmen, let me give you a hand with that.
Thanks, Pete.
See you, Carmen!
Hector, tell Jimmy I said good luck on the S.A.T.s!
Hey, Stevens.
How we doing tonight, Carmen?
Or should I say "this morning"?
You should.
Let's see. Uh, I got a past-due notice,
my mother's pharmacy denied her refills again...
And I am pretty sure the Philly Parking Authority is out to get me.
- I hate those ***. - Right?
Paperwork's good. Checked and double-checked.
Well, Boss has us spot-checking today, so.
Oh, come on! I'm just a regular Girl Scout.
Plus, I gotta pee like a racehorse.
All right.
[clack]
Hey... best to your mother.
You are such a gentleman.
[trolley rumbling]
Make sure the wife gets one of those purses before you move 'em.
Think that'll get me out of the doghouse?
Just pick a color that matches her eyes.
You do know what color they are, don't you?
Yeah.
All right, we're good. Thanks, Joel.
All right, call you for the next one.
[gate thumps shut]
You scratch my hood, we're gonna have a problem.
Oh, we can't have that. I got enough problems, Carmen.
I know you?
No, but I know you.
I hear you're a problem-solver
for folks who need to get something from "A" to "B".
Listen, pal.
Assuming what you heard about me were true,
this is no way to go about an intro.
This can't wait.
Referrals only, buddy.
Find yourself another customs broker.
I don't do business this way.
You do today.
[car horn honks]
Well, congratulations. You made us late.
Well, the sandwich was worth it, no?
Hell, yeah! I got egg on my tie.
Well, I got a fix for that... Don't wear a tie.
Yeah, that would be the wrong thing to do today.
No, it'd be the right thing to do today,
and every day.
You didn't read the email, did you?
No.
I-I don't... I don't, uh, like emails that are annoying.
- [chuckles] - [elevator dings]
Well, this is gonna be fun.
What's gonna be fun?
Thanks to your hard work,
MPU leads the department in closure rates,
and, rest assured, I intend to keep that going.
I'm looking forward to getting to know you guys
and continuing to keep Philly safe,
but I'm not above bribery.
There are fresh bagels on the counter.
Help yourselves, and let's have a great day.
- Yeah. - Yep.
[applause]
W-Why would they give Bennett the big chair?
And that's why you check your e-mails.
Uh, but if he checked his e-mails,
I would've missed this look on his face, which is wildly entertaining...
- Look at you. - [elevator dings]
What... What floor is the, um, shooting range on again?
I'm gonna go put holes in stuff now.
- Hi. - Oh, hi.
Um, is this MPU?
It is, and-and that woman is in charge, apparently.
Um, hi, I'm Detective Adebayo.
How can I help you today?
Carmen was gonna give me a ride home at the end of my shift,
but then she just disappeared.
And what time was that?
Have you talked to your coworkers?
No one's seen her.
She didn't go back to her office, either.
Maybe something came up? She had to leave?
Her car's still there.
I know Carmen, and this just...
this doesn't make any sense.
- Mm. - Uh, listen.
Things happen, you know?
Cars break down, you grab a drink,
take a cab. Why don't we take the report,
we'll give it 24 hours, and we'll reevaluate?
Uh, just so we have a very complete report...
you said that Carmen's disappearance didn't make any sense to you,
Natalie, why is that?
Carmen runs her own business.
She's a customs broker.
Times are tough, and she's got a sick mother.
Great. Thanks for the context...
[pointedly] Every dime...
goes to her mom's care, and then the rent.
Carmen doesn't date, and she doesn't take a day off.
She'd never take off like this.
I know it.
So it's easy enough for me to run a quick profile
and send the guys out to the customs warehouse.
[quickly] I mean, it's either that,
or I have another one of those fantastic bagels,
but, to be honest with you, I am carbed out.
There's a reason for our closure rates.
[takes a deep breath]
Okay.
Uh, we will get a team on it right away.
Great. Um, thank you.
Of course.
Where can we find Agent Stevens?
- Down here? - Huh? There.
Thanks.
Well, this is pretty exciting.
The Wicked Witch's first case.
You know, I thought you and Bennett made up after the Ring Bearer case.
We made up... we made up
because I thought I was never gonna have to see her again.
Okay? But this is an obvious move.
I know exactly what she's doing.
What is?
Okay, she's my rookie, and she throws me under the bus.
Now she's in charge... She's driving the bus. See?
Let me ask you...
How's the weather on Planet Jason right now?
It's dark and cloudy, like you.
"Dark and cloudy" like me. Is that a Black joke?
Absolutely.
Mm. Racisms. I love the racisms, bro.
Agent Stevens? Philly MPU.
We gotta ask you some questions.
If you make it quick.
I'm at the tail-end of a graveyard shift.
We understand you were the last person to see Carmen Ash?
Why are you asking?
'Cause she's missing, that's why.
Wait. A-Are you serious?
Yeah. Uh, let me ask you a question.
What does a customs broker actually do?
They clear shipments of incoming goods.
They prepare documents for exports...
Basically, shortcut you through customs.
And Th-that's what Carmen does?
Yeah.
God, I hope she's okay.
Yeah. Anything you can tell us might help.
Like, for real, if you could tell us something...
I get being loyal, but if you don't help us,
we can't help her.
Okay.
Word is, once in a while,
she lets a shipment slip through...
Like knock-off handbags or fake E.D. pills.
If it happened, which I'm not saying it did...
it's victimless stuff.
Well, not quite.
She's missing, remember?
[deflating] Yeah.
Yeah. Your shift's over. Can you show us her car?
[sighs]
- [raps on door] - Hey.
I like what you have done with the place.
Is that your husband?
Ex.
I keep him around to remind me not to make stupid choices.
Okay, that's interesting.
Uh, Mike told me
that Carmen has been slipping goodies through customs,
which gives us potential motive.
Yeah, and I, uh, checked her online profile.
Her social-media footprint is remarkably unremarkable...
Generic selfies, things of that nature.
But you would think
that a woman who was devoted to her sick mother
would post about it...
You know, join online support groups.
None of that.
So I did a little bit more digging,
and I found...
[beep] ...this.
- She photoshopped herself in? - Mm-hmm.
That's a red flag for a bot profile.
- Why would she need that? - I don't know,
but patrol did a door knock at her address and there was no answer.
The guys confirmed her car's in the lot...
Northwest corner.
- Pull up CCTV. - Okay.
A customs lot would have plenty of coverage.
Natalie said that she went missing at 6:45 this morning.
[keys clicking]
Okay.
We got a problem here.
- Got a malfunction? - No.
Daylight in the corners.
Somebody paint-balled the camera lens.
So we have a bent customs broker with a fake profile
and a non-existent sick mother.
I mean, this woman is clearly in trouble.
Put out an alert.
Okay.
[missing alerts begin to blare]
[blaring]
[overlapping alerts blaring]
[alert blaring]
Are you kidding me?
[office din and bustle, indistinct]
Uh... who the hell's in charge here?
- Who the hell's asking? - FBI.
Supervisory Special Agent Vince Kelly.
Lieutenant Gabrielle Bennett.
How can we help the Feds today?
If you need a parking ticket fixed, that would be third floor.
Ah. You put out an alert for Carmen Ash?
I did.
Please tell me your customs broker
isn't the subject of a federal investigation?
No, she is not.
She's an undercover federal agent...
and you just broadcast her face
to one-and-a-half million phones.
[distant siren wails]
Look, Agent Kelly,
I want to help you find your undercover,
but I can't do that unless you read me in.
Call Bill Houston.
He knows my file
because he just put me on this desk,
and he will tell you that I have a sock drawer full of medals
for merit, bravery, tactical de-escalation,
which basically means
I know how to fix stuff before people get shot.
Go on, call him.
[Kelly takes a breath]
Her real name is Maria Berberian.
She's one of my most prolific UCs.
Maria went under as "Carmen" a year ago.
That's a long stretch undercover.
The intel is good. There's no reason to pull the plug.
Carmen built a reputation as a go-to for criminals
to get things through customs.
ATF, DEA, ICE... They all build cases
around Carmen's work at the airport.
Well, not for nothing,
but this could've been cleared up with a phone call.
Why don't you tell me what's really going on?
A few weeks ago, the brass raised concerns
that she was showing signs of mission creep.
Okay. Regular U.C. fatigue?
Something more actionable?
She missed multiple check-ins.
I mean, she could be compromised
or on the take,
or, thanks to you, exposed.
The alert I put out was for "Carmen Ash,"
who did, in fact, disappear off the job.
Totally legit.
Okay, fair.
The car's still in the parking lot.
There was no sign of a struggle.
It looks to me like your agent got grabbed.
If there's any chance that her cover's still intact,
let's skip the big-footing.
Let me handle it.
- You'll share your leads? - Of course.
You'll give me access to her case files?
[scoffs softly]
Reluctantly.
I'll make some calls.
[keys clacking]
Look who's using a standing desk.
Is this because of Bennett?
Look, I'm just trying to match her energy, all right?
So hush. Mm-hmm.
Looks like you one-upped the Feds, yes?
Nice.
You got the Bureau to give us the case?
"Give" is a strong word.
More like temporary custody of their problem,
but I would love to solve it for them.
All right, uh, so we assumed Carmen left
in someone else's vehicle.
It wouldn't have been by choice,
and given the added police presence
around the airport,
we figured they left in a hurry.
So I pulled red-light camera footage,
and six cams were triggered
shortly after Carmen was last seen,
and this one is the winner.
Passenger seat... It's definitely her.
He's got an infrared-blocking film
on his plate, so we couldn't pull a number.
I mean, I could run facial recognition,
- see if I can I.D. him. - Don't bother.
That's Jimmy Madsen. Frickin' creep.
You know him?
Homicide likes him for a stack of murders over the years,
but they can't make anything stick.
But he's got his hand in a million sketchy deals.
I mean, she looks pretty calm.
- You think he turned her? - Possible.
What do we know about Maria Berberian?
Did her financials tell us anything?
Bank accounts suddenly flush?
Trips to places where she could stash money?
Nothing really. She has a ten-year-old car,
no bank loans...
no crazy shopping,
lives in an apartment in Ardmore with her boyfriend.
Well, bring him in, see if he can fill in any of the blanks.
Mm-hmm.
I like your desk.
Sitting's the new smoking.
Hmm.
She likes my desk.
You're a teacher's pet.
Uh, jealousy's a hell of a drug, brother. Mm-hmm.
I don't understand.
That's Maria, but why is the name different?
Isaiah, I know this is tough,
but when was the last time you saw her?
She came home for the weekend about a month ago.
She mention anything about work?
Uh... making a major change?
No. No, the FBI doesn't let her talk much about her job,
but I told her I understood, so.
Okay, what about a cell phone? Laptop?
She leave anything behind?
No.
How did she seem, the last time you saw her?
Anything out of the ordinary?
Wait, is... Is she in some kind of trouble?
Why do you ask?
Because I'm here.
I mean, I... Look, I'm not allowed to know
the kind of work she does,
but I've never been brought in by the cops
to be asked about it before.
Look, this might be hard to hear, but...
Maria was working undercover.
Undercover?
What? She never told me.
Well, she wouldn't be allowed to,
and now the FBI has lost contact with her,
and we're gonna help find her.
But the good news is,
there's no evidence of foul play,
anything like that, okay?
Now, did she ever talk to you
about you two taking a trip together?
Major purchase? A gift?
What exactly are you getting at?
Well, her handler said that she was acting strange,
so I'm just trying to figure it out.
What, like she's dirty?
Look, I'm just trying to understand, okay?
Look, she's pregnant! Okay?
- Pregnant? - Yeah.
We just found out.
That weekend, she told me.
I was so happy, I mean, we both were,
but, you know, she was freaking out about her job,
and now you're telling me she's in danger?
We're gonna find her.
Let's go.
[distant dog barking]
[siren wailing]
[door shuts]
I'd say this place needs a woman's touch,
but I would never do that to a woman willingly.
No offense.
I need the names of your transporters.
- No. - Excuse me?
You can keep whipping out your gun all you want...
I'm super-impressed, by the way...
But, at this point, it's overkill.
I'm already here.
What the hell do you want?
I have a package I needed delivered
out of the country 10 hours ago,
and my go-to transporter got pinched in an ATF raid,
and word is, one other broker can make it happen.
- You. - I'm flattered,
but fly-by-night gigs are not my thing.
I know your rate. I'm willing to triple it.
Not without knowing the cargo.
Does it really matter?
You one of those crooks with a code?
It matters.
Fair enough.
Keys.
[jangling]
This is my last, best effort to complete a deal.
If we can't make it work,
we ditch the package and get away clean.
No harm in showing me, then.
[deadbolt turning]
"Ditch the package"? Are you for real?
Now you understand my urgency.
So, what do you think?
I'll take the job.
- [siren wailing in distance] - [dog barking]
You should drink some.
It's okay. It's sealed.
[seal snaps]
Are they treating you fine?
They didn't hurt you, did they?
My name's Carmen.
What's yours?
Maria.
You're in luck,
because that's, like, my favorite name.
Where do you live, Maria?
Cincinnati.
I was walking home from school,
and these men, they pulled me into a car.
That must have been very scary.
I don't want to be here. I want my mom.
You listen to me.
I'm gonna get you back to her really soon, okay?
I just... I just need a minute to think.
We need to move.
My guys are following the police scanners
and there's a BOLO out on my car.
- They're onto you? - Onto you, is my guess.
I saw an alert on my phone.
Whose fault is that?
If you can't get this done, we need to cut bait.
I'll make it work.
Okay.
We need to move, sweetie.
It's gonna be all right, all right? You just stick with me.
You know what?
This needs to stay.
But...
My grandparents had tons of these in their apartment.
I loved playing with them.
Here.
Fed's working theory is Madsen grabbed Carmen,
short notice, to move a shipment.
Please tell me you have more than that.
No known address for Madsen,
but I piggybacked off an old homicide warrant
and was able to pull his financials.
He buys coffee in North Philly most mornings,
which suggests that he's staying in the same area.
Okay, that's something.
Where do you keep your sweetener?
It's under the counter.
I also called all the pizza joints that serve North Philly, so...
Because...
even if Madsen and crew are sitting on a shipment,
- they gotta eat. - Exactly.
So Matador Pizza took an order from him last night,
uh, for two large pepperoni pizzas with extra cheese
and one small margherita.
Great, so one of our kidnappers is a picky eater.
That narrows things.
I was able to sweet-talk the clerk,
and I got a delivery address, so.
Get Jason and Mike out there.
They're already on their way.
Got any more rabbits you wanna pull out of your hat?
[chuckles] No, not yet, but, um...
Can I ask you something?
Sure.
Your speech this morning... was really lovely.
Did you mean what you said?
About keeping a good thing going around here?
Because, sometimes,
new bosses like to make things their own.
You want to know if I'll be peeing in all the appropriate corners?
Well, let's just say I'll see what I can work with
and get rid of what I can't.
I'm telling you, this is a bad-karma situation.
That's what it is.
- Bennett is not "bad karma." - Sure, she's bad karma!
What do you think... I stabbed a granny
in one of my past lives or something?
Probably.
I'm gonna buy some eggs, okay?
I'm gonna buy some eggs, I'm gonna take 'em to Kemi,
and have her shaman the hell out of this thing.
Will you just relax, all right?
Look, Bennett did all the right things this morning.
She did nothing right! She did nothing right.
- She bought bagels! - No, no.
The bagels sucked.
They were soft and pasty...
kind of like you.
[snickering]
I-I love the racisms with you, bro, you know that,
but she basically admitted...
Bennett admitted to riding our coattails.
Yeah, well, you can still be effective riding coattails.
Just ask Phil Jackson.
We do kinda have a Pippen- Jordan thing going on, don't we?
Eh, it's more like Jordan and Steve Kerr.
[gasps] I'm offended.
- You started it! - That's, like, worse...
- All right, Kerr's got rings! - ...Than the bagels comment.
He's got rings from hittin' threes
when no one was guarding him.
Yeah, well, we're here, so...
don't miss, Steve.
All right, 'Pippen.'
[doors thud]
That's Madsen's ride from this morning.
You good?
[bam]
[door thuds]
[handle turns]
[creaking]
We good?
Yeah, we're clear.
No Carmen, no Madsen,
and for darn sure, no clue what they were moving.
You got gloves?
We need to get this thing to the lab.
Why?
Well, it seems to me
like a weird color choice for Madsen.
I think there was a kid in here.
[keyboard clacking]
- Hey. - [knocks]
I got something from Helen.
It's not more candy, is it?
She gave me a whole bag, and I've stress-eaten, like, all of it.
No, she pulled a fingerprint off of that tablet
that Jason found.
Check your email.
"Maria Corby," age 10,
reported missing by Cincinnati Police 72 hours ago.
Yeah, that small margherita pizza, it was for her.
They kidnapped a kid and a federal agent?
I spoke with, uh, Cincy PD.
Maria lives alone with her mother,
but her father, Ignacio Marchetti,
he fled the country
ahead of a warrant for money laundering.
- Where to? - Ecuador.
Yeah, it seems like his clients are giving him safe harbor.
So the dad misses the kid, hires Madsen to snatch her,
needs a way to move her, and that's where Carmen fits in?
Yes. Uh, Maria's mother is on a flight here.
- Where can I find It. Bennett? - She's in her office.
This can't be good.
You must really hate telephones.
[chuckles dryly] So I have news.
Okay, I'm listening.
MPU's services are no longer needed.
You can stand down.
Stand down? Why?
There's a little kid at risk.
I mean, I don't... I don't know her,
but I'm pretty sure she's scared out of her mind
and doesn't really care whose jurisdiction this is.
Brass wants you to back off.
What? Why? Hey!
I asked you a question.
Because the FBI will not be extracting Carmen.
People above my pay grade
want to use the missing girl to catch her father.
- What? - Yeah.
The agents in Ecuador will arrest Marchetti
when his daughter arrives.
You're using a little girl as bait?
Her life is in exponentially more danger
the moment she leaves the country.
And you think I don't know this?
I got an agent out there who wants to give Madsen what he needs,
expecting the cavalry to show up.
But they're not showing up, and I can't tell her that.
You want to be angry?
Imagine how I feel.
- Wait! Agent Kelly! - I'm sorry.
Th-There's nothing more I can do.
It's out of my hands.
She's on her own.
I know him.
Did he just say Maria's on her own?
It's complicated.
You people promised you'd help!
You can't just walk away.
This is my unit.
I don't care what the FBI says.
I'm not walking away from Maria.
You asked if Maria left any devices
when she came home, and she didn't,
but then I remembered her battery was shot,
so she used my laptop.
All right, I'll grab Kemi,
see if she can figure out what website she accessed.
I already did.
I checked the user history and I found this...
That must be her login.
Yeah, but there's no password,
and, uh, I tried all the ones I know about.
We share some for-for bills and streaming accounts.
But did you pick 'em, or did she?
She did. Why?
Well, because, in Maria's line of work,
they don't really write down passwords.
They all have a system,
a way to keep 'em siloed out, but memorable.
She's a baseball fan.
She played shortstop in high school back in Boston,
and she's obsessed with the Red Sox.
Most of her passwords are-are Red Sox players.
That's pretty smart.
A last name, a jersey number...
That usually works for a password requirement.
But I tried all the Red Sox players she uses.
- None of 'em worked. - No, no, no, no.
That's-that's Maria's passwords, not Carmen's.
Maria might be from Boston, but Carmen is a Philly girl.
- You think the Phillies? - Yeah.
You said she played shortstop?
All right, try "Turner13" with a capital "T".
[clacking]
- [ding] - It worked.
Attaboy, Trea.
Well, this can't be right.
There's no outgoing messages, inbox is empty...
and the spam folder's full.
It's gotta be a dead account.
Darn it!
[sighing] I can't lose her, man.
Isaiah, look, I know this is brutal,
but I'm not losing her either.
All right, sit tight.
Where are we going?
I don't know yet.
I thought you were with them.
No, sweetheart. I'm stuck here, just like you.
I don't want to be here anymore.
I want to go home.
That's why we gotta stick together, okay?
Hey, Maria?
I promise, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, okay?
All right, got the wire ready to go through to your account.
Time to make it happen.
Okay.
I told you, I'm trying, but a last-minute shipment
is a turn-off for most of my connects.
Find someone,
or we walk away poorer...
all of us.
Okay, I-I know someone who can help us.
I just, uh, I just pray he's in town.
All right, so I went through Carmen's email account,
and you were right... It does look unused,
so I ran some search algos through the spam folder,
but it was all legit trash, if there is such a thing.
So nothing?
No, no, no. [chuckles]
Very much something.
I found a second "drafts" folder buried all the way down here...
And voila.
And it's months' worth.
Why would you write all those messages, and not send them?
Because a sent email can be traced,
but if someone, like her handler,
had the account name and password,
they could sign in, read a message,
sign out, and there's no digital trail.
Yeah, like a virtual bulletin board?
You know, it'd have been nice
if Agent Kelly would have mentioned this.
Well, there's one draft message
that was time-stamped 10 minutes ago.
"Maverick @ 1500"?
Got no clue what that means.
Well, maybe our case file will explain it.
Agent Kelly pulled our access.
Yeah, well, Jason says he has a workaround.
Let's go.
That should be good.
- What, you printed them out? - Mm.
All of them?
Something about the FBI...
They like to keep you on a string.
I don't like string, I like paper.
Is there anything in there
that tells us what "Maverick @ 1500" means?
I mean, 1500's gotta be 3:00.
We only got an hour.
Just... would you just, please, okay, don't rush me?
I'm trying to find it.
It's in here. It's in here. It's somewhere.
It's in here.
[Kemi, dubiously] Mm-hmm.
Bingo.
Okay, gimme, gimme... Gimme a minute.
You don't have to make it like a thing.
[knocking]
Hey.
- [door closes] - Hey.
So, um, I, uh,
I know a way I can get Carmen and the kid,
but I need to know that you got my back
and that you're not gonna stick a knife into it.
So you've been avoiding me all day,
and now you're just coming in hot
and, quite frankly, more than a little paranoid.
I know you, Bennett.
You want MPU to succeed
because it behooves you, it looks good on your resume,
but this is not Homicide.
The faster you realize that, the better.
- Is that a fact? - We don't have time
to walk on eggshells to get a conviction.
All right? That's the difference between a missing person
coming home or not.
All right? Look. What I do, I need to know
that the person sitting there is gonna own it.
All right? The woman who sat there before you,
she understood that.
Okay, you're forgetting the part
where the FBI said to stay away.
You come in here swinging from the chandeliers
with a loaded six-gun,
all our careers are ***.
I don't care about that. I don't care about the FBI.
I do not work for the FBI.
What's your plan?
'So Carmen's draft message'
was about a meetup at 3:00 p.m.
'with a pilot named Peter Wilson.'
'She's used him before.'
'They do business at a bar called Wings & Tails.'
'So she's arranging'
'an introduction between Madsen and the pilot?'
'Yup, and I'm gonna take his place.'
'How do you plan on doing that?'
[siren wailing]
[bike rumbles off]
[doors thud]
What are we stopping this guy for again?
To use his bike, among other things.
"Among other things."
Yeah.
Can we do this fast? I'm late for a meeting?
He's late for a meeting. Be right back.
- Was I speeding? - Probably.
You also ran a stop sign back there.
Where?
I didn't see a stop sign.
Well, that's probably why you missed it.
Look, you gonna write me a ticket or what?
I told you I'm late.
We'll see.
What do we got?
We got two unpaid speeding tickets.
There you go.
I'm contesting those tickets.
Yeah, well, your record also shows
that you skipped out on jury duty.
"Skipped out on jury duty"?
We've got a real scofflaw here, huh?
- Yup. - All right, Sergeant.
Well, unfortunately, we're gonna have to impound this guy's bike.
- Are you serious? - Hey.
Yup. So put your hands behind your back.
Let's go.
You're really arresting me?
Well, no. We're "detaining" you.
- There's a big difference. - No, there isn't.
Come on. I'll-I'll... We'll take care of your bike.
Yup.
Hey, be careful, will you?
- Oh, yeah. - He'll be very careful.
Let's go.
[starts engine, revs throttle]
We're on the clock, Carmen.
Would you relax? He'll be here.
Carmen. Hey!
Been a while.
Last time I saw you was at Isaiah's.
You'd just heard about the baby.
- Peter. - Yeah.
Yeah, you've lost weight since then.
I hardly recognize you.
Yeah, thank you, I put down the donuts, know what I mean?
- Mm. - How you doing?
No? Okay.
- Carmen tells me you're the... - Let's, uh...
second-to-last booth on the end there.
Game on. Stay ready.
Copy that.
I'm 30 seconds out if anything goes sideways.
What the hell's going on?
Will you just relax?
Okay, just sit back there
and think about the next time you want to skip jury duty.
So, what's your drink?
Oh, no, no, no. Um, not when I'm flying.
- Peter's solid that way. - So I hear.
Walk me through it... Philly to Ecuador...
What's your route?
We got two options. Um, gonna need to refuel.
I'm running a load of, um...
none-of-your-business through Jacksonville.
From there, I can fly under the radar
to Cuba, refuel there,
or we can pull up another manifest to Veracruz.
Either way, we end up in Ecuador.
Why two options?
'Cause Carmen hasn't told me what I'm moving yet.
How long have you known this guy?
Long enough that when I call, he answers.
Look, I can doctor the manifests,
and, between the two of us,
we can make sure your package gets out of Philly unseen
and stays that way until it lands in Ecuador.
I mean, you needed a Hail Mary... This is it.
[sighs]
File the flight plan.
Get your plane ready.
We'll meet you in the airfield in 30 minutes.
I'll get the cargo.
All right.
Who are you, really?
Besides someone who read my file on Peter Wilson?
I'm Jason Grant.
I'm with the Philadelphia Police Department.
Police?
Where's the Bureau? Where's Kelly?
Your people want the delivery to go down
so that they can nail the dad in Ecuador.
- What? - We think that that is stupid.
- They can't... - That's what they're gonna do.
Okay?
So I need you to just hang tight
and let my people deal with Maria.
No, no, no, no. I-I can't bail.
If I bail, Madsen is gonna get spooked,
and they're gonna kill the girl.
I am not leaving until I know she's safe.
Guess I was hoping you'd say that.
Um, I should not leave him waiting,
and, uh, I'll meet you out there, okay?
- Okay. - Yeah?
[train whistle blows]
Okay, you're forgetting the part
'where the FBI said to stay away.'
'You come in here swinging from the chandeliers'
'with a loaded six-gun, '
'all our careers are ***.'
'I don't care about that.'
'I don't care about the FBI. I do not work for the FBI.'
[knocking]
Miss Corby. I'm Lieutenant Bennett.
I'm leading the search for your daughter.
W-Where is she?
We have evidence that she is in Philadelphia this morning.
I have a team working on her location now.
I don't understand.
The people who took your daughter
are trying to get her out of the country.
South America.
Her father?
I knew it.
One day, he says he has international investors,
and the next he is begging us
to leave the country with him.
I told him no.
Maria has a life here... Friends, school.
I thought he would leave us alone.
This is all my fault.
No.
You were doing what was best for Maria.
Those people he works for are monsters.
Drugs. Weapons.
They are dangerous.
You cannot let him take her.
Please.
I promise you,
my people will do whatever it takes
to bring your girl home.
Why isn't the plane ready?
It's ready. I'm all fueled up.
Where's the cargo?
All right, bring her in.
It's a passenger.
Start the plane.
Okay.
[deep breath]
All right, Mike, we got... we got a problem.
He's bringing the girl, but he wants me to start the plane.
What?
'Madsen said start the engines. How the hell do I do that?'
Ask that guy how to start this plane, please.
How do you start the engines?
Years of practice.
You know how we found you, right?
Your little side-hustle's cooked,
so if you want to stay out of lockup, tell my boy
'how to start the engines!'
All right, in the center of the console
'is a switch labeled "main power".'
'Hit that first.'
Okay, I did that.
Next, you gotta turn on the engine starters
one at a time,
'to the left of the controls, '
'just below.'
[engines start rumbling and whirring]
'Now, the six yellow switches'
starting with "recog" to your left.
[switches clicking, engines running]
Okay.
[engines roaring]
You okay, sweetie?
I don't want to be here.
It's all gonna be okay, okay? I promise.
Yeah.
I'll call you back.
Just do what I tell you.
- It's gonna be okay. - Who the hell are you?
Whoa! What the hell?
I mean, really?
All right, Mike, we got a problem.
I just spoke to my contact in Ecuador.
There's no flight plan or manifest for Peter's plane.
He's mistaken.
Mike, you need to move now.
Jay, if we move in right now, he's gonna take the girl.
You don't roll now, Carmen's dead, okay?
I'll buy us a minute. Move now.
All right. Hey, hey! Watch him.
Look, your people have bad information.
Okay? You came to me. I'm working for you, remember?
I-I did not ask for this.
I'm calling this off.
Plan B.
Just hold on, hold on. Just hold on a second.
She's seen my face and yours. I'm not gonna debate this.
Get in the van.
Maria, run for cover! Go!
She's getting away!
She's behind the car!
[click]
[blasting]
Yo! Over here.
Comin' in hot. Hi. How ya doin'?
[glass shattering]
This isn't gonna cut it.
We don't have a lot of options.
- I'm gonna draw his fire. - That's a terrible option!
- Don't miss. - Don't do that.
[gunfire blasting]
[assault weapon firing]
[cries out]
[sirens wailing]
[overlapping sirens wailing]
Hey, hey, hey!
Out of the car, now!
Kill the engine!
Get out, now!
Get out. On the ground.
Don't stop now. You want to do the honors?
It's all yours.
Thank you. Federal agent.
You're under arrest for kidnapping.
[cuffs ratcheting]
Maybe someone should go get the kid.
[Carmen sighs]
"Some days"
"It feels like a wrecking ball"
"Swinging through my rib cage"
"My rib cage"
"Some nights"
"I'm just a million broken pieces singin'"
"On a stage"
It's right this way.
"Every day that I don't hide myself away"
"To me"
"Is a tiny victory"
Mommy!
Maria? Oh!
Oh, baby, you're okay.
Oh! Oh.
You scared me half to death!
Thank God, you're okay.
I'm so sorry, baby.
Look. I know it's your job...
Not anymore.
What are you saying?
My bosses aren't very happy about it,
but I don't care.
The MPU let me make the arrest,
which means "Carmen" has been outed as an undercover.
So that means...?
From now until when the baby arrives,
I will be driving a safe desk.
I love you.
Over there.
You kept my baby safe.
I will never be able to repay you
for what you've done, Carmen.
Actually, it's Maria.
We're name twins, kiddo, and we kept each other safe.
You know, your daughter is, um, very brave.
This is for you... so you'll remember me.
I won't need a doll for that, but thank you.
Hey, Jason?
Can I talk to you for a sec?
Sure.
[door creaks and thuds]
You weren't lying.
This is way better than Homicide.
Care to toast that little miracle
you just pulled off?
Work on our trust issues?
Yeah, I, um, I gotta go walk a dog.
Okay, great. Fair enough.
Um, but just not before I give you this.
[key clicking]
[phone whooshes, buzzes]
What is this?
I just airdropped you
a voice memo that I made earlier.
Okay.
'You're forgetting the part' 'where the FBI said to stay away.'
'You come in here swinging from the chandeliers'
'with a loaded six-gun, all our careers are ***.'
'I don't care about that.'
'I don't care about the FBI. I do not work for the FBI.'
'Okay. What's your plan?'
You, uh, recorded me
saying that I was gonna ignore a direct order from the FBI
to help our trust issues?
- Yes. - Yeah?
Because, typical Jason, it's not about you.
The FBI didn't give'you 'a direct order...
They gave me one,
and that recording is me authorizing your plan
despite that direct order.
I wanted you to have it.
What for?
Because you're right.
I took this job because it looks good on a resume,
and it looks good on a resume
because you're the best...
All of you.
I said I wasn't looking to disrupt a good thing,
and I meant it.
I need you to trust me,
and I know why you don't.
So, maybe you having a little dirt on me...
...is a start.
[chuckles]
[laughs hard]
That was good!
- It's funny to you? - It's good.
I'm gonna delete it.
- [click] - [whoosh]
I deleted it.
Save the, uh, drinks.
Maybe we'll have a... a toast tomorrow, okay?
[resumes laughing]