We should've just stayed at that cute little B&B in town.
It had great reviews online.
And beds.
With mattresses.
Where would the fun be in that?
Where's the fun in this?
It's creepy out here.
We're in the middle of nowhere.
Come on.
This was my family's spot when I was little.
Where they terrorized you with campfire stories
about the Whispering Woman.
(CHUCKLES) Yes.
She haunted my childhood, it's true.
Lucky for you, I'm no longer little.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
What was that?
How should I know?
A squirrel, maybe?
Or it's the Whispering Woman.
Mm, funny.
(CHUCKLES)
(BRANCHES SNAP)
That was bigger than a squirrel.
I think it's gone.
Could you just check?
(SCOFFS)
Please?
(GASPS DRAMATICALLY) Oh!
(LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
(BOTH SCREAM)
****
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
That was Tadashi.
He finished his dive into Vandyke's laptop,
as you requested.
Did he discover any pearls,
like who hired Vandyke to assassinate Elizabeth?
No.
Well, did he at least confirm that Vandyke
was, in fact, tracking her
on the night of her death?
Yes.
Vandyke was using an app to monitor her location,
but that is not all there is to it.
I feel a twist coming.
According to the app,
Tadashi believes the RF device inside Elizabeth
was designed to perform two functions.
It transmits GPS coordinates,
and it monitors timed medication.
I read
the toxicology report.
It found nothing unusual
in Elizabeth's system.
She wasn't drugged.
Maybe whoever slipped her the tracker
didn't require full use of its medical abilities.
But as a medical device,
it was small enough for her to ingest.
We're talking to the wrong people.
We don't need tech experts.
We need medical ones.
We need to talk to Herbie.
I already sent a courier
to his home this morning
with the tracker,
but he's not responding
to my calls.
Are you two in some sort of a disagreement?
A disagreement with Herbie?
The man likes conflict
as much as I like
an overcooked egg.
And it's not like him
to not answer. Try him again.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Senator, come in.
Please, call me Cynthia.
Cynthia, I'm afraid
we're not fully equipped for social calls here,
but I couldn't refuse your request to meet.
Would you like a cup of coffee?
Well, this is difficult enough, Raymond.
Let's just cut to the gristle.
I need your help.
I suspected you might.
You know I'd only come to you
if my situation were desperate.
It's been three weeks
since my daughter-in-law went missing.
Yes, I've been following the news.
I'm terribly sorry.
The news you don't know,
because I'm keeping it from the press,
is that Sheila resurfaced last night at a campsite.
No help from the local authorities, mind you.
She was half dead.
Emaciated, tortured.
Now Sheila is in a medically-induced coma
while whoever did this to her is still...
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Is still out there, living and breathing,
enjoying the sun on their face
while Sheila's lying in a coma,
and you're feeling helpless.
When nothing makes sense in the light,
we have to search in the dark.
(SIGHS)
I had a feeling you'd understand.
COOPER: Police interviewed the two campers
who Sheila Panabaker found,
but she collapsed without saying a word.
So no idea where she came from.
The woods where she surfaced are 12,000 acres
of rural, mostly unincorporated area.
It's a lot of ground to cover.
Sheila's currently in a coma at Chesapeake Bay Memorial,
fighting for her life.
I have sympathy for Panabaker,
but does an abduction case
in which the abduction is over
merit this task force's attention?
It does for me.
I'm surprised the FBI isn't already on it,
given Senator Panabaker's position.
She asked for us.
RESSLER: I think you mean Reddington.
Where is he anyway?
He has a lead on the tracking device they found on Elizabeth,
but he assured me that he will be available for whatever we need.
Look, Cynthia's gone to bat for this task force time and time again.
We owe her this.
Ressler, Aram, go to the hospital, talk to Sheila's doctor.
Uh, does it, uh, have to be me?
I mean, I... I... I... I kind of have things to do.
What things?
Oh, uh, you know, just, like, uh, computer things.
It's all... It's all technical. It's boring stuff.
Of course. Park, go with Ressler.
If we can find out from Sheila's doctor what was done to her,
it might help us figure out who did it.
I still don't understand how Sheila got out.
Well, maybe it's because we have too many patients and I'm spread too thin.
What if she leads the police to us?
She won't.
She left at night. That had to have been disorienting.
She walked for days and wound up 50 miles from here.
I'm not concerned about her.
But we now have an empty bed that we need to fill,
and lucky for us,
I think I found a new prospect.
I just said I can barely handle this.
It's not the right time to bring in someone new.
You know how important our mission is.
We can always handle one more patient.
We always make it work.
DOCTOR: Well, she was hypothermic when she came in.
She's dehydrated, malnourished.
I suppose being lost in the woods
for days in the cold with no food or water would do that.
A lot of it, but not the heart damage.
She has heart damage? Yeah, it's enlarged,
with a reduced left ventricular function.
But when I examined her further, things got...stranger.
At first I thought these were just knife wounds,
torture, maybe,
but when we cleaned away the blood,
we found this.
Are those names?
Yeah, that'd be my guess.
And they appear self-inflicted.
Why would she carve names into her own leg?
(MONITOR BEEPING)
Mom?
Remember what we talked about.
She can't hear you right now.
She's really sick, Char.
Y-You'll have to excuse us. This is the first time she's seen her since...
No, please. We were just heading out.
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
WOMAN: (OVER P.A.) Perinatologist to ER, stat. Perinatologist to ER, stat.
Let's go find the bastard who did this.
(SIZZLING)
MAN: (ON TV) For just a little bit, all right?
Try to swish it around.
Just one thin layer. (MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)
Honey, do you want mustard or mayo on your sandwich?
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(MAN ON TV SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Sarah?
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(SILVERWARE CLATTERS)
Bill! She's seizing!
(VEHICLE DOOR OPENS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(TIRES SCREECH LIGHTLY)
We spoke with her doctor,
and it seems your daughter-in-law
carved the names of two women into her own thigh.
(SIGHS) Sheila did that?
For God's sake, why?
This is conjecture, but we believe she knew she might die
and wanted to send a message to whoever found her body,
to let them know there are other victims still out there.
ARAM: And the message worked.
We ID'd the names.
Uh, Crystal Flowers and Maria Holmes.
Now, while both names are incredibly common,
I was able to narrow down the search
because of a peculiar connection to Sheila.
I know those women.
Where do I know them from?
Aram discovered the connection
when he conducted a social media search
and saw all three mothers were featured
on the Tiny Fighters Foundation website.
Oh, believe me, I remember the interview. I was there.
It's a fundraising organization.
They share the stories of children and their families facing serious health issues.
I've donated a lot to Tiny Fighters.
How has no one made the connection
that these mothers were going missing until now?
Well, over 600,000 people
go missing in the U.S. every year,
and these cases are spread out over several years,
in different parts of the country,
and under different circumstances.
We're bringing in the woman who runs Tiny Fighters. Emily Wright.
We'll see if she has something to offer.
Okay.
Thank you for the briefing.
And thank you for your work.
You know the new prospect that I told you about?
I've been studying her medical records that you obtained.
She's got a long and complicated history
that I think is a perfect match for our hospital.
So I'm gonna make my move tonight.
By morning, we will have a new patient.
See to it that her bed is ready.
Yes, ma'am.
EMILY: I don't understand.
Who would want to hurt mothers, especially our mothers?
They're the most loving, selfless people I've ever known.
Who in your organization
has access to the database of your families?
We have hundreds of volunteer contributors.
They all have access to the database.
I can get you a log of their names and e-mails.
What were the dates that the kids of these mothers
were profiled on the site?
(BREATHES SHARPLY)
(KEYS CLACKING)
October 3, 2020, Crystal's son.
February 10th of last year, Maria's son.
And January 25th of this year,
Sheila's daughter.
Why?
(PAPER RUSTLES)
All the women were abducted
within a week of their children's profile.
Somebody's trolling your website for victims.
This can't be happening.
Who did you profile this week?
Don't you think this is a bit extreme?
He's not answering our calls.
You don't just go silent. Not on me.
Or I'm gonna find out the reason why.
Herbie?
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Herbie!
We saw your Vanagon in the garage, Herbie.
I know you're there.
(BABY CRYING)
It's been 36 hours. Give me a second.
(CHAIN LOCKS CLINKING)
(CRYING CONTINUES)
My wife's is on a digital detox retreat,
and I can't get ahold of her.
I can't do this, man.
I'm not meant to be a father.
I think I'm actually losing my mind, seriously.
My baby hates me.
Like, ac... She actually hates me.
No, no, no, no, no. What's her name?
Sue. As in A Boy Named...
My wife's a Johnny Cash fan.
Never mind.
Oh, come here, Sue. Come here, Sue. All right.
Yes. Come here. Yes.
There you go. Yeah.
(CHUCKLES) (CRYING STOPS)
They're pretty reliable.
Only a few things cause them strife.
Hunger. Fatigue.
Gas.
(CHUCKLES)
All they need is close attention and love.
And it's wonderful to be able to instantly
give them everything they want. Hm.
(SUE BURPS)
Yeah.
(WHISPERING) Cherish this time.
The simplicity.
Because it gets pretty complicated, I'm afraid.
Yeah.
(SUE FUSSES)
No, it's okay. It's okay.
No, no, no, no. It's okay.
Yeah.
Oh, my gosh. She senses your fear.
Dear God, Herbie, you must relax.
Here.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah.
(TO THE TUNE OF IT HAD TO BE YOU) ** It had to be Sue...
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
** It had to be Sue
** I wandered around and finally found
** The somebody who...
(SIGHS)
** Could make me be true **
Can you please stay for a while?
I'm desperate.
(SIGHS)
That depends on what you can tell me about my tracker.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) We reached out to the four mothers
whose children were just profiled,
and we got ahold of three.
They're aware of the circumstances
and are looking out for anything, or anyone, unusual.
What about the fourth? ARAM: Mary Sutton.
We weren't able to reach her,
but I tracked down her husband,
who said Mary and their daughter Sarah
are at George Washington Children's Hospital today.
Sarah had a seizure.
Ressler, Dembe, head over to the hospital.
Confirm that Mary's safe
and brief her on the situation.
Your daughter is a lovely girl,
and I know it's no fun being in the hospital,
but I'd like to keep her for a few days for observation.
Usually, we only stay the night
when she has one of her seizures.
Well, the sodium levels in her blood are unusually high.
I'd like to get her on an IV
to rebalance that concentration.
Has she been vomiting or having diarrhea?
She could be dehydrated
or suffering from hypernatremia.
She's on a very strict diet regimen.
It wouldn't account for any of that.
Plus, I care for her day in and day out.
I know her better than anybody.
Maybe you want to rerun the tests?
Mother knows best. I'll see what I can do.
I'll be back.
Are you the night nurse?
Yeah. I just wanted to drop off
the wheelchair for Sarah's release.
I'm assuming she'll be discharged tomorrow?
I was trying to tell the doctor that.
Thank you. (CHUCKLES)
They keep trying to hold her for days and days.
It's such an insurance scam.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
I know the truth. (GASPS)
(DOOR CREAKS LIGHTLY)
Excuse me.
Agents Ressler and Zuma. FBI.
We're looking for Sarah Sutton's room.
(GASPS)
(GROANING)
(GASPS, GROANS)
What are you doing?
I'm doing you a favor. Trust me.
Somebody, help! Please help! Please!
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
The room's gotta be up here on the right.
The nurse, she hurt my mom.
And where is she?
She just left with the wheelchair.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
She was medium-build, white.
It happened so fast.
Well, she dosed you with a pretty powerful sedative.
Why? Why me?
DEMBE: We don't know that yet.
Only that you fit a pattern.
Pattern? What pattern?
My entire life is devoted
to taking care of my daughter.
I barely have time to brush my teeth in the morning.
We will get to the bottom of this.
And until then, what?
We just stay here where someone just attacked us?
We've assigned an agent for your protection.
He'll be outside your room 24/7. (CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
You're in good hands.
Well, I couldn't ID the woman posing as a nurse
because the footage was too grainy.
What about the injection gun?
Well, she was wearing latex gloves,
so no prints to trace,
but I did research the device,
and it is actually pretty nifty.
I mean, if it, uh,
wasn't being used to kidnap young mothers.
Instead of a needle,
compressed air shoots a thin stream of medication
directly into underlying tissue layers.
The challenge is, I can't trace it.
It's not legal and seems to be a much more powerful version
than what's on the current market.
That means it's on the black market.
Call Raymond.
He's connected to the best
underground medical resources
money can buy.
I think it was designed to administer
and monitor medication.
Some conditions require drugs to be taken
on very strict schedules, exact dosages,
and patients with those disorders
aren't always the most reliable in taking their meds.
How does it work?
Uh, it has a capsule.
If I'm right, it's pre-loaded with the patient's medication,
at least one dose,
then sends wireless data
to the patient's doctor or guardian
to track if the meds were actually taken
and the patient's whereabouts.
Well, who uses this technology?
Uh, as far as I know, no one yet.
It's a cutting-edge technology. I...
I did hear about a medical clinic in Boston
that was considering a pilot program.
I need the name of that clinic.
Okay. (KEYS CLACKING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
Harold.
I'm texting you a photo.
The woman who abducted Panabaker's daughter dropped a medical device
when she went after her latest victim.
The problem is, it's not legal,
and we have no way to track it.
I think with a little hard work and elbow grease,
I can find someone who can take care of that for us.
I'll be in touch.
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
I hate to pile on,
but something else has come up.
Do you think you can help me to identify and trace that?
If you keep her happy, there is literally nothing I won't do for you.
(CHUCKLES)
MARIA: Oh, my! Oh!
EVA: Oh, you poor, poor thing.
That...
That pain must be unbearable.
Please, let me go.
Please.
NURSE BINSTOCK: We can't take on another patient.
Not after what just happened at the hospital.
No one got a good look at me. I was careful.
You're not careful. You're out of control.
We need to slow things down.
Would Chelsea want us to slow things down?
You always have to bring her up.
Yes, I do.
Because she is why we do what we do.
(SIGHS)
(GASPING)
Yeah.
The infection has spread.
Why are you doing this to me?
No. Shh, shh, shh, shh. It is because...
Because you're an incredible mother
who would do anything to eliminate her son's pain.
That's... That's what you told Tiny Fighters,
and now we are giving you a chance
to make good on your word.
Your boy's getting better
because you're taking his sickness into your body.
We need to do something to stop this from spreading further,
or she's gonna lose the leg.
Take me to a hospital.
A real one!
No. We can handle everything right here.
Do we know who his sponsor is?
Wait. What're you talking about?
M-My sponsor?
It's Narcotics Anonymous for a reason.
PARK: What? No. No.
We're just trying to remember who sponsors...
LeBron James.
Yeah. Uh, I saw him in,
uh, some new kicks at a game the other night.
Trying to... Track down a pair.
Some kicks, yeah? Now, what game was that?
'Cause I don't think I saw it.
COOPER: Reddington just called back.
His contact ID'd the manufacturer of the drug injector.
Apparently, a set of them were delivered
to a rural address in West Virginia,
along with secondhand medical beds and equipment.
I need a team there, fast.
Should we announce?
No. This place looks deserted.
If there's someone here,
we don't want to tip them off.
Do you think Reddington got the wrong address?
(DOOR CREAKS)
(WHISPERS) Dembe.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Help me. Help me.
(CRYING) Help me! Ohh!
(GROANING)
Ressler! (GRUNTS)
Drop it.
No! (SCALPEL CLATTERS)
Ugh!
So, that's the woman who's responsible for this?
One of them.
She didn't act alone.
There's another woman out there.
The one who tried to abduct Mary Sutton from the hospital.
How are the other victims doing?
They're all in serious condition, one critical.
We also found, uh, remains on the property.
The victims we've ID'd all have the same profile,
all were abducted while caring for very sick children, just like Sheila.
What we didn't know until now is that, while they were being held,
they were inflicted with various medical treatments
to make them mirror the symptoms of their sick children.
Which explains why your daughter-in-law
and granddaughter both presented signs of cardiomyopathy.
Why?
Why make these women relive that terror?
Why inflict on them the pain they witnessed?
I don't have a conclusive answer...yet.
But there's light at the end of the tunnel.
As soon as they're released from the hospital,
they'll be reunited with their children.
(DOOR OPENS)
I just hope Sheila gets that same opportunity with Charlotte.
(DOOR CLOSES)
We're getting nowhere with her.
We've had her in that box for hours.
Now she's asking for an attorney.
No! Absolutely not.
This is our one chance with this woman.
Cynthia, we can't deny her counsel.
(SIGHS)
Then perhaps we're not the ones
who should be questioning her.
(NURSE BINSTOCK SCREAMS)
(GROANING)
No, no!
(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
You seem ill at ease.
(SCREAMING)
Yes, well...
There is a line I have studiously avoided crossing
in my career, until now.
(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
I find myself thinking
more and more about that line lately.
You're looking for someone
who has hurt those dearest to you,
and the prism through which you see the world
has completely changed.
(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
And maybe that line doesn't exist anymore.
(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Have you made any progress
tracking down Agent Keen's killer?
Actually, yes. I have a lead.
But you're here with me.
(CHUCKLING) Well, it's not out of selflessness.
I'm taking a reflective pause.
I'm considering the extent of what I might do to get to the truth.
Yes, well, I know what you mean.
Look where devotion has brought both of us.
My daughter-in-law. Your Elizabeth.
If you're willing to go this far,
imagine how far someone like me is willing to go.
(DOOR OPENS)
I got what you needed, boss.
Lucy and Ethel never fail me.
But, uh, she's not gonna like what I got to say.
I promise you, there is nothing
that can make this situation worse.
Just rip the bandage off, Teddy.
Your daughter-in-law? Sheila, right?
She ain't the victim.
What are you talking about?
She's been slipping your granddaughter
a nasty concoction for years,
making the little girl sick and keeping her that way.
Munchausen.
That's what they call it.
That is the most absurd thing I've ever heard.
I told you she wasn't gonna like what I had to say.
(RATS SQUEAKING)
That's a lie.
Sheila would never hurt her child.
Charlotte is her entire life.
I want to talk to that nurse myself.
Wait, Cynthia. Hold on. Please. Let's talk.
I want the truth.
And you may very well have it,
I promise you.
What do you actually know
about your granddaughter's illness?
It was a very complicated diagnosis.
Why am I even answering that?
This is ridiculous. Charlotte is sick.
Senator, I urge you to think with your head right now
and not with your heart.
Has there never been a moment of doubt?
A red flag?
A few months ago, I wanted Charlotte
to see a cardiologist at Walter Reed.
It takes months to get an appointment.
I was able to use my position to get on his books.
My son was thrilled,
but Sheila insisted
that a care plan was already in place.
I pushed and pushed. Finally, she agreed.
The day of the appointment, they never showed.
Charlotte was having so many issues,
and Sheila seemed so stressed.
I didn't think...
That was one incident. That can't possibly mean...
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
(SIGHS) It's a text from my son.
Sheila's off the respirator.
What should I do?
Stay calm.
Obtain the facts you need.
Your greatest resource is right through that door.
ARAM: Mr. Reddington called,
and it turns out we have this whole thing backwards.
What does that mean?
They got that nurse, Binstock, to talk,
and, uh, she insists she was never in the business
of hurting innocent mothers,
because those mothers were never innocent.
So what is she guilty of?
Their children weren't really sick.
The mothers were making them sick.
Binstock says she was hurting the mothers
as punishment for what they did to their own kids,
and the longer she kept them,
the healthier their children became.
I've read about it. Munchausen's.
Yeah, well, it's actually Munchausen's by Proxy, to be exact.
It's a mental illness and a form of child abuse.
Sir? Can you... Can you please help me?
My daughter, she's had an accident,
and I need some towels. What for?
Did you page the nurse? I-I... It's not working.
What are you doing? There's nothing...
Can you just please get us a few towels? Mom!
Please, please, sir? Okay, okay. Just give me a minute.
Thank you. Mom...
The darkness in this world still manages to surprise me.
Let me remind everyone,
this nurse is still a murderer.
She came at Dembe and I with a scalpel.
So, can we trust anything she says?
No. We can't.
But children's lives may be at risk, so we need to act fast.
Park, look into medical records
of the children of the abductees.
Aram, reach out to the agents
with the mothers being examined.
Have them stall reunification with their children.
And, Dembe, Ressler,
go to the hospital and separate Mary Sutton from her daughter
until we learn more.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
This is Agent Herndon.
We have reason to believe Mary Sutton
may be a danger to her daughter.
Can you verify their whereabouts?
I can't.
What do you mean?
They're gone.
I don't believe it. I don't believe any of it.
Well, we don't need you to believe, Mr. Sutton, but we do need your help.
Your wife slipped FBI protective custody 30 minutes ago.
(SIGHS) She fled the hospital with your daughter.
You don't know what you're talking about.
You weren't there.
All the nights Mary sat up with Sarah, all the dirty sheets,
all the midnight trips to the emergency room.
When was the last time you spoke to your wife?
Earlier today. She said she'd call when I'd get off work.
How long ago was that?
(SIGHS)
Hour and a half.
It doesn't mean anything.
Do you have another residence?
Somewhere your wife might have taken your daughter?
Another residence? With our medical bills?
I had to find a second job just to get us by.
I-I take care of the money. Mary takes...
(SIGHS)
Mary is the most selfless mother in the world.
She is.
RESSLER: Don't beat yourself up too much.
Based on what we're learning,
your wife's been deceiving an entire medical community,
teachers, friends, foundations.
Do you mind if we borrow this?
Take whatever you want.
Just bring my daughter home.
And my wife. I know there's an explanation.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Ooh! Look at this place!
What are we doing here?
Well, I thought maybe we'd get
some of those cinnamon rolls you love so much from here.
But we're not at the hospital.
That doctor said I need to finish my infusion or...
That doctor's an idiot.
(PILL BOTTLES CLATTERING LIGHTLY)
You're acting weird.
Why haven't you called Dad yet? He'll worry.
Oh, you lay back.
I brought some of your medication from home.
It'll help you rest.
Then you'll call Dad?
Of course I will.
There we go.
(MONITOR BEEPING)
MAN: (OVER P.A.) Dr. Patterson, Code 9340.
Mom.
Can you believe it?
It's a miracle. (BREATHES DEEPLY)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
You okay?
(SIGHS) I'm just...overwhelmed.
I know.
I feel the same way.
Bill Sutton has no idea where his wife and daughter are.
Where are we on medical records?
We don't have them yet. We're waiting on DOJ authorization.
Uh, maybe we don't have to wait.
This is all evidence collected from that abandoned hospital
where Ressler and Dembe
apprehended their nurse friend with the scalpel.
Turns out Binstock and our Blacklister
kept almost immaculate records
of the families they surveilled.
All of the children here have confusing and extensive medical records,
a clear indication of Munchausen's by Proxy.
I can't keep track of the bad guy here anymore.
We're trying to find an assailant
who's harming Mary Sutton,
but Mary Sutton is doing irreparable harm
to her own daughter.
Who am I slapping the cuffs on?
How about we slap the cuffs on everyone
until that little girl is safe?
Ask questions later.
Fact is, we're dealing with two criminals...
Mary Sutton and the woman who tried to abduct her.
ARAM: Well, I did some digging on Binstock.
She worked as a home healthcare nurse
for a young girl named Chelsea Mason,
who had a rare GI disorder.
After Chelsea died, Binstock left the nursing field,
and Eva Mason, Chelsea's older sister,
received a fortune in settlements,
all from hospitals that performed needless procedures
that only worsened Chelsea's condition.
Turns out, Chelsea wasn't really sick.
Her mother was poisoning her.
COOPER: So, we think this sister, Eva,
has a personal vendetta against mothers who hurt their children
and that she's the co-conspirator
who tried to abduct Mary Sutton?
Binstock and Eva do share a past.
PARK: How do they ID the mothers?
Well, Eva volunteers for the Tiny Fighters Foundation,
where she films interviews,
looking for signs of Munchausen's.
If a mother fits the profile, then Binstock,
who works part-time as an insurance claims adjustor,
confirms she's correct via medical records that don't add up.
How do we find Eva Mason?
If she's out there, she's after the Suttons.
Well, I did run a search and got a hit on her credit card
being used in Delaware a few hours ago,
but she could be anywhere by now.
If she's a videographer for Tiny Fighters,
I might know where they are.
I was just watching this.
(DISC DRIVE WHIRS, CLICKS)
(KEYS CLACKING)
EVA: What do you do to cope when things get hard?
Gosh, I don't know.
Oh, so many things. Um, Disney.
And Sarah has a group of friends
who did a dance-a-thon fundraiser.
And we really like our mother/daughter spa trips.
EVA: Oh. Where do you go?
Oh, we go to a place in Delaware
called Primrose Grand Hotel.
SARAH: That was the best girls'...
You said Eva Mason's in Delaware? MARY: Oh!
That can't be a coincidence.
Verify the Suttons are at that hotel
and get there before Eva does.
Honey, I'm gonna get some ice. I'll be right back.
Okay.
****
(SNIFFLES)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
What are you doing here?
S-Sweetheart... Where's my mom?
You need medical attention.
How would you know? You're not a doctor.
Oh, no. I'm... I'm more than a doctor.
I am a miracle worker.
And I am going to cure you.
Hey! Get away from my daughter!
It's you. You tried to attack me!
And I did that to protect your daughter,
and I failed, but I won't fail twice.
Oh, this is s-so much quicker than you deserve,
but I will use it on you.
Unless... Unless what?
I call an ambulance.
Sarah goes to the hospital for treatment.
You come with me.
She doesn't need a hospital. She needs her mother.
Stop it! Both of you!
Sarah! Sarah!
Just... No, don't. Before you do anything, let me explain, sweetheart.
Sarah! Put that gun down! Okay, sweetheart, just listen to me, all right?
FBI! Lower your weapons! Sarah!
What... What's going on?
All right, put your guns down. This woman is crazy!
She tried to attack me!
Sarah, your mom is the one making you sick.
She gives you, what, pills?
How do you feel when you take them, honey?
You're lying.
MARY: Sarah, listen to me. Look at me.
This woman is insane. I would never try to hurt you.
I love you more than anyone.
Is my mom making me sick?
Please, put the weapons down. Nobody needs to get hurt.
This woman is a child abuser.
DEMBE: And she will be punished for that.
(SCOFFS) L-Like my mother was?
We know about your sister.
No, you don't know.
You did not watch my mother drain the life out of her,
confine her to one room.
(VOICE BREAKING) Her only friends were dolls.
I knew what she was doing,
and nobody listened to me.
The system is failing these children!
And they do not have time to waste!
Their lives are at stake!
Aah!
Sorry! Sarah!
RESSLER: Don't move. (BREATHING HEAVILY)
I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Stay there. Do not move. I'm sorry.
Sarah, are you okay? Get back. Get back.
She's my daughter! Back!
What is wrong with you? This is my daughter!
(SHOUTING FADES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
Senator Panabaker.
PANABAKER: I-I'm calling to thank you.
I asked you to help me find the truth.
You did exactly that.
How is your family handling things?
My son is devastated.
Took my granddaughter out for the afternoon.
I didn't want her to be there when the arrest happens.
She's been through so much already.
Children have a way of surprising you.
They're so resilient.
And now she has a chance at a healthy life.
You gave her that.
Not her parents, not the FBI,
you, Cynthia.
I am so glad to be getting out of here.
(SIGHS)
Sheila Panabaker?
Yes?
You're under arrest.
What?
(HANDCUFFS CLICK) What are you doing?
Stop. Marshall. Marshall.
Stop it.
Get your hands off of me!
PANABAKER: Bottoms up, little lady.
(SLURPS)
Mmm. Mmm!
Doesn't that just hit the spot?
You know, I used to bring your daddy to this very cafe
when he was little after his hockey practice.
Little, but so fast.
Mom doesn't let me have sweets.
Because I get so sick.
Charlotte Anne Panabaker,
this hot chocolate will not make you sick.
That is a guarantee from Grandma.
(LAUGHS)
That's my girl.
(CHUCKLES)
****
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SIGHS LIGHTLY)
Dr. Jansen? Of the psychiatry clinic here?
Yes?
Uh, do we know each other?
No. (VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES)
But we need a moment of your time, please.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES) Dr. Jansen.
Please, don't hurt me.
I have two kids.
Doctor, I have nothing but respect
for professionals who treat mental illness.
It's a neglected epidemic,
and you're doing exemplary work,
but I don't have time to be polite.
So, please, tell me what you know about this device.
Where did this come from?
You tell me, and we'll both know.
I'm... I'm not wildly familiar with it,
but it looks to be a prototype
of something I saw last year.
We were going to initiate a pilot program
with some of my mood disorder patients.
It, uh, monitors medication use,
but patient advocacy groups were worried about privacy,
so the whole thing just kind of fell apart.
Who developed the device?
It's a tragic story, actually.
A lot of those going around.
A young man came to my office
begging to be seen.
His wife suffered from
an acute psychiatric condition.
I-I-I-I don't recall which,
but she was always inconsistent
about her meds.
And then one day, she had a tragically violent episode
that cost innocent lives.
The man was devastated.
He went back to school, and he developed an ingestible tracker
that could monitor a patient's compliance
so that no one else would have to live that nightmare.
He pleaded with me to give the tech a shot.
Like I said, I had every intention of testing it...
Do you remember the man's name?
(SIGHS)
It started with a "K," I know.
Um... Kennison.
Yes, uh, Andrew Kennison.
(CLEARS THROAT)
You wouldn't have actually shot me, would you?
If she was going to shoot you,
she would have pointed the gun at you.
(SIGHS) Hey.
I got here as soon as I could.
Is this about the case?
It's not.
Agent Ressler, did you attend your NA meeting tonight?
Yeah, of course I did. I always go...
I'm sorry, but what's this all about?
I mean...
Does no one trust me?
I mean, first, Aram doesn't want to go out in the field with me,
and then you guys are all talking behind my back about my sponsor?
I'm doing the meetings. I'm doing the steps.
I'm clean. (SCOFFS)
I don't need this intervention crap.
Oh. Well, that's not what this is.
Oh, no, no. So, what? I'm crazy now, huh?
Is that it? Great.
So, in case everybody's lost count,
I just got my two-month chip yesterday from that sponsor
that you guys definitely weren't talking about.
Look, I'm trying here.
I'm really trying.
And we couldn't be prouder.
We knew this was a big milestone for you.
We wanted your sponsor's name
in case they wanted to join us.
For what?
Your party. Ta-da!
Oh, my God.
It, uh, took me a few tries to, uh, pick up the cake,
but I got there.
Wow. Wow.
Oh, I also made a killer playlist. (SNIFFLES)
Oh, God. Not with that damn playlist again.
DEMBE: He's been obsessing all week.
I'm really dumb.
Look, I'm sorry. I, uh...
I know I'm not always the, uh, feelings guy,
but this really...
Means...
We know what it means.
And you mean the same thing to us.
Thank you. Truly.
** Ah, invincible...
(SCOFFS)
** When we love...
(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)
** Ah, invincible...
Do you want the big slice there? Sure.
** When we love **
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(LAUGHTER)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
(LAUGHTER)
****