(honking)
(truck beeping)
(breathing heavily)
- Come on, come on, come on!
- The baby... The baby... - You'll be fine.
Hey, hey, hey. The baby's fine.
Nothing will happen to the baby. It's okay.
It's gonna be fine. (honking)
- It looks just like you. So handsome.
So handsome...
(mumbling)
- Babe. I need you to listen to me, okay?
It's gonna be okay. Listen to me.
No matter what happens...
No matter what happens, I love you.
I need you to know that.
I love you, okay?
Now hang on. (tires screeching)
(screaming)
(man): Somebody, get some help!
(indistinct chatter)
- Miss, can you hear me?
(indistinct chatter)
(bird chirping)
(Keith): You thought I was an imposter.
(Jason): No, we didn't. - Sid did.
- She just remembers you differently.
- I remember her differently,
but I don't see you making her take a DNA test.
- Okay, bud, we shouldn't have tested you.
It was my fault, and I'm sorry.
But you passed, and it's over.
- For you guys, not for Sidney.
- You remember that necklace you made her at camp?
She's worn it every night since you were taken,
and she touches it, sometimes without even noticing.
It's her touchstone, baby. You're her touchstone.
- I can't believe you called in an anonymous tip.
- It's him. They found Keith.
- Are you gonna tell your parents?
- No. They won't believe me.
Not until there's proof that the bones are...
That that's all that's left of him.
- If that's Keith, then who is the psycho living in his room?
(tense music)
- She's still out there. The person that took me.
Do you know how that feels?
Constantly looking over my shoulder...
I just don't like being doubted.
Not after what I've been through.
(alarm blaring)
Whoever that is, when you find them,
I hope their families don't make them take a DNA test.
- Baby!
(alarm blaring)
- His name is Miguel Salgado.
37, no wife or children.
He was reported missing by his employer, Kids Care,
it's a foster care agency. They directed us to next of kin.
- What do we know about the brother?
- Dr. Piraí Salgado.
Only that he is the patron saint of global health.
Started a foundation that set up clinics
that save thousands of people in Rwanda, Haiti, and Brazil.
- My brother and I are the last of the Mohicans.
Or in our case, the Juma.
He and I are all that is left of our culture, our language.
Unfortunately, our experience isn't unique.
Of the 7,000 indigenous languages,
four out of ten are in danger of disappearing.
Two die out every month.
As foundation interns, your job is to imagine new ways
to stem this tragic tide.
As for my brother,
most of you know he has been reported missing.
These fine people are here to help locate him.
Until they do, please keep him and them
in your hopes and prayers.
Thank you.
- Tell us about Miguel.
- You know what he does for a living.
The stress of his job.
- We know that he works in foster care.
Are you saying that... that his job has something
to do with his disappearance? - Perhaps.
He sometimes testifies against unfit parents who could target him.
- Well, missing doesn't mean taken.
Sometimes, people just... go.
- Was he running from something? Was he unhappy?
(phone ringing)
(Nikki): Hey. - Hey. Mailman sent a video.
I just texted it to you.
I don't have the police report yet,
but the car matched to a city impound.
- Get to Kids Care.
See if anyone can identify that woman.
- Okay.
- Is it Miguel, did you find him?
- You guys, get to city impound and check out Miguel's car.
This is a bit... disturbing. - Okay.
(clears throat)
(people shouting)
- Do you recognize that woman?
- I have never seen her before.
- Okay, well, Piraí, sit tight.
- The answer to the question is no. He isn't unhappy.
- Well, maybe not. But someone's clearly unhappy with him.
- Blood on the passenger side.
Video footage of our guy running away from the scene, right?
- You know, I got a call from Bill Houston today.
- Oh yeah? - Apparently, he's not a fan.
- Well, I take great joy in that.
(chuckling) - He's the chief of detectives
and he was calling about a status update.
Normally that's a Nikki call,
but he thought I would be more objective.
- Oh yeah? Were you?
- If you know where to look,
you could find out anything about a car.
Where it's been, when the doors have been opened.
People, that's harder to map.
- Yeah. Is that a yes or a no?
- He's not a fan because before you went to Afghanistan,
you had more code violations than anybody in the department.
You didn't follow the rules, stay in your lane.
- My lane? - Yeah.
He was hoping this time around,
you could do a little more of that.
And I'm not gonna lie, I was hoping the same thing.
You know, maybe not shoot out car windows, pull warrants...
- I pulled a warrant... once.
- I know it's not your style,
but lanes are important. They provide clarity.
- Maybe people are hard to map in general, but me,
not so much, okay? I say what I think and I do what I say.
Alright, I am a cartographer's dream.
I didn't violate any of my own codes,
just Bill Houston's, you understand?
- Hey, Nik. I pulled the last location
Miguel put in MapFinder. I think I know where he is.
(indistinct chatter)
- Sorry, sir.
Kemi, what's going on?
- Uh... - What is it?
- Uh, nothing. I got you, I got you.
- There he is, over there.
Hey.
Miguel Salgado, right?
Well, I'm Nikki Batista.
MPU. - I have nothing to say to you.
- Your brother... your brother is very worried about you,
and we're just here to help.
We're here to help, that's all.
(chuckling)
- You can't help.
- You don't know that, right?
- No one can. - Miguel.
(gasping) (people screaming)
Miguel.
Look at me.
You don't have to do this, okay?
- No, but it's worse if I don't. (honking)
- Give me your hand, give me your hand.
- Train! - Give me your hand!
Give me your hand!
- Tell Shane... I'm sorry. - Train!
- Let me help you, okay? Give me your--
(honking)
(thudding)
- So you just jumped on the tracks with a train coming at you?
- You think Shane was the woman in the car?
- You just leapt in after Miguel, huh?
- Makes sense why he was asking for forgiveness.
- Our job was to find Miguel, and we did.
Unfortunately, we couldn't save him, so...
as far as we're concerned, the case is closed.
- I'm not so sure. I searched Miguel's office at Kids Care,
and this was in his notes.
This is Shane Weems, missing two years.
Taken in San Francisco. SFPD has no leads,
so she is still missing, and we have a new case.
- Okay, so Miguel has a baby with a missing woman,
then he crashes his car, then runs. Why?
- Kemi, call the ERs,
find out which one our missing woman is at.
You guys, I think the answer to this riddle
could be in his files or his laptop.
Pull a warrant and find out.
Meanwhile, I'm gonna go see Salgado,
give him the news and find out why he doesn't recognize
the woman that his brother had a child with.
Hey, uh, Kemi. - Yeah?
- At the station, what happened?
- Oh, uh... It was nothing. Yeah.
- Didn't look like nothing.
- I thought I saw someone who is dead.
I mean, obviously I didn't.
- Why do you say that? You believe in reincarnation.
- Yeah, and karma, and if this guy's still alive,
then mine is unbearably bad, and it's not. So he's not.
So, like I said, it was, um, it was nothing, yeah?
- Okay.
- Your resume is very impressive.
The foundation is lucky to have you.
- Oh, no, trust me, I'm the lucky one.
I mean, what you do...
I don't want to sound too much like a fangirl, but I am in awe.
- But it is I who is in awe of you.
I'm honored you decided to join me in building a better future.
- Would it bother you if part of the reason I'm here
is to do penance for the way my family's business
contributes to deforestation?
- Not at all.
Given your pedigree, I find your commitment even more impressive.
Can I let you in on a secret?
A secret place, actually.
A farm where people live the life we are supposed to live.
Plant what our people planted. Sing their songs.
The foundation carries the message,
but the message is put into practice at the farm.
- That sounds like an amazing place.
- Oh, it is.
What it needs is amazing people. People like you.
- Whatever I can do. I'll do anything.
- Great. I will arrange to have someone pick you up later today.
- Okay. - Thank you.
Mr. Salgado.
- Did you find him? Is he alright?
- No, baby, he's...
He's not alright.
He took his own life.
I'm sorry.
- I don't understand.
- Of course not. How could you?
But there are questions that might help get you to understand.
I wouldn't be asking right now
if I didn't think the answers might save someone's life.
- Someone's, not Miguel's.
- The woman from the car accident,
her name is Shane Weems.
And we think that she and Miguel had a child together.
And you said you didn't recognize her.
Is there anything you want to add to that?
- No, I'm sorry. I had no idea.
Truth is, my brother and I had a falling out about a year ago.
Until then, we'd been partners
in trying to preserve our legacy.
Splitting up was tough.
- Is there anyone that you can call?
A friend who can be with you?
What is that?
- A symbol of my ancestors.
Miguel and I were the last.
Now I'm alone.
Yes, I have a friend.
- You should call him.
- I will. Please, close the door on your way out.
I'd like to be alone.
- If you need anything, call me. I'm available day or night.
- You're not going to believe this.
Miguel, he killed himself.
- You sound upset.
- He was my brother.
- He was your problem.
Half of it, anyway. Shane's the other half.
- The police were asking about her.
- Yeah, ambulance picked her up after the accident,
brought her to county.
- I have a new recruit,
and I'm about to put a package into the system.
If Shane talks before that...
- She won't.
She won't talk at all.
- So we executed a warrant on Miguel's laptop.
So, as I'm going through it, he logs on.
- Who? - Miguel.
- Miguel's dead. - That is correct.
- So, this form can only be accessed and authorized
by someone who has a Kids Care access code.
27 minutes ago, Miguel's code was used to place
a one-month-old baby into foster care.
- Used by who? - We don't know.
They used a VPN, no IP address.
- What information we did get was on the one-month-old.
So, it looks legit on its face.
Date of birth, place of birth, biological parents.
But when you dig a little bit deeper,
it's clear that it's a facade.
The kid's birth parents don't exist.
- And they're not the only ones who don't.
The 75 kids who were placed in foster care
through that account, a total of nine had ghost parents.
- What did Kids Care say about that?
- They were just as surprised as us.
- So, what are we thinking?
For profit, black-market adoption ring? What?
- I mean, that's as good a theory as any.
The foster care system is constantly placing
unwanted and abused kids.
It's a perfect way to launder them.
- Okay, we don't know where the children came from,
but we do know the foster homes that they were placed.
If they were essentially sold,
then we need to do a DNA swab. Okay?
Figure out if they match any of the kids who had gone missing.
- Okay, you guys get a court order to swab them.
Kemi, tell C to run the samples.
- I'm sorry, what did you say?
- Nothing. Nothing, I got it.
A John Doe has been pulled from the river.
The M.E. sent it here for C to ID.
I need to check in with him about it.
Hey, we have nine unidentified children.
Whatever didn't happen at that train station
is clearly weighing on you.
But I need you to focus. - I got you.
- Hey, how are you?
I'm C. I'm a Virgo.
Modestly superstitious.
A vegan, but with a weakness for ossobuco.
You and I are gonna be spending a lot of time together, so,
I hope you like topiary, because I have been listening
to the most amazing podcast about this man who turns boxwoods into baboons.
It's sickening. (chuckling)
Hi! Come in, we're just getting to know each other.
You know, small talk, role play.
Why don't you introduce yourself?
- Introduce myself?
- Yeah, I mean, make them comfortable.
Or him. Or her. That's the thing, we don't know.
- Hmm.
- Imagine what that must be like.
(Nikki): To walk through the world without anyone knowing who you are.
- We're gonna get in so much trouble for this.
- Us? He's the one who ditched math.
- Yeah, and we ditched English to follow him.
- Look, we know who he isn't, but who he is, we have no idea.
And all I've done to protect myself is put a flimsy lock on my door.
- Your parents are cops.
- Yeah, but they're also clueless. Check it.
- Isn't that Drew's house?
That's boring. I'm somehow disappointed.
- I'm gonna zoom in. - I don't care.
I don't want to see him getting wasted with his best friend in Daddy's garage.
- He's not getting wasted. - Okay, watching TV then?
Sid, this is a bust.
We're gonna get in trouble for nothing.
- It's not nothing.
- Is that...
He's got a gun. He's stealing a gun.
Why? Why would he do-- - Let's go.
- Someone somewhere is grieving.
A mother, father, sibling...
Their child is lost.
We can't give them what they want,
but if we can identify who this is,
we can give them the closure they need.
- Hi. I'm Nikki.
(tense music)
- Excuse me.
Hi, there was a young woman brought in status post gunshot.
I got her blood work.
- ICU. - Thank you.
- How's it coming? - Oof. Slow.
It's no obvious cause of death,
and not much tissue to work with for the facial reconstruction.
- You want to take a break?
- Why do I feel like this break is going to double my workload?
- Because you have uncanny instincts?
(chuckling) - Okay.
- I just sent you an image
I pulled off of SEPTA security cam.
- Okay...
(sighing) Ex-boyfriend?
- He's a little old for my taste.
- Didn't you date Ben Franklin? - He wasn't old then.
This guy was involved in a 2005 child abduction,
or at least I think he was, which is why I need your help.
- Age regression? - I need to figure out
what he looked like 18 years ago,
see if he's a match for my suspect.
- I didn't realize we had another cold case.
- About that...
Can we keep this between you and me?
- My mouth is agape, but my lips are sealed.
- Thank you. - Speaking of jaw-dropping,
the DNA swabs that you ordered for those kids,
these were the results.
- Thank you. - Uh-huh.
- Wait a minute. This can't be right.
- So, the mothers are missing.
- So, C entered the DNA we collected into every available database.
Nine samples kicked back nine matches,
but not to the children.
- It's to their mothers.
Seven women, including Shane Weems.
- So, county hospital got back to us,
and they have a gunshot wound victim
who just got out of surgery, who matches our Shane Weems.
- Mike, Jay, you guys find out what she knows.
Shane vanished in San Francisco.
Karen Spellman in Dallas. Lucinda Wright in Denver.
Elise Sutton in Chicago. Contact the families.
Find out what the connection is. - I see a connection here.
None of these kids are older than two years old.
- So? - So that means
that all of these women, they got pregnant after they disappeared.
Which is awful, but it probably means
that Shane's not the only one who's still alive.
- Has Rosa given you the tour?
- She has. It's... It's like a utopia.
- That's my dream.
I hope seeing it in person has made you even more excited
about playing your part in making this a reality.
- It certainly has.
- I am glad to hear you say that.
There is one more thing I would like to show you.
- Thanks.
Um... What is this?
- Your new accommodations.
(tense music)
- Hey, Shane.
You know I've been looking all over for you?
I thought I was gonna have to shoot you again,
but turning off your ventilator is way more civilized.
(groaning)
(beeping)
- Oh. I didn't know she was getting extubated so quickly.
- Yeah. Poor thing.
I blame the on-call anesthesiologist.
They never give enough pain meds.
Be a dear and just give him a call for me?
- Of course. I'll be right back.
(Jason): Why can't we talk to this person?
- It's not that you can't talk to Ms. Weems,
it's that she can't talk to you. She's intubated.
- Can you page Dr. Crane? Patient in 12 can't manage her pain.
- That's Shane Weems. - It's the damn extubation.
- There's been no order to do that.
- Where's room 12?
Hey! Little help in here! Get a doctor!
Hey, you're gonna be okay, okay? Get a doctor.
(choking)
- Hey! Hey, police. Hey! Hey!
(tense music)
(grunts)
(grunting)
- Oh, officer. I need your help.
(grunts)
That's close enough.
- I'm only gonna say this once. Drop the weapon.
- Yeah, I gotta insist, you go first.
In fact, I'm gonna count to three.
If your gun's not on the ground, I will shoot this man!
- Then you will be dead a second after that.
- Yeah, and I'll be dead.
- We know about the missing women.
- One... - We know that they've been
abducted and forced to have children.
- Two...
- Alright, hey, okay, stop.
- That's good, now put it on the ground.
That's right. Kick it away.
To be clear, you know nothing!
(gunshot)
(screaming)
- What the hell did you do? I had it under control.
You're a cop, okay? Not a vigilante.
There's rules, there's lanes, okay?
I thought we had this conversation.
- Truth be told, it was more like a lecture.
- You know what? I give up.
You want to try to talk some sense into him?
- I do, and I will, but about the rules,
one of them is never give up your firearm to a suspect
in a hostage situation. - That was a judgment call.
He was gonna kill that officer.
- Perhaps, but some rules don't have exceptions.
- Are you really coming down on me for this? For what I did?
- I said that I was going to talk to Jason--
- No, no, forget about him and his actions.
Let's talk about yours.
- Mine? - Yeah. The train station.
How you jumped on the tracks, how you barely got out in time.
- I don't know what that has to do with anything.
We are talking about the rules, the regulations--
- No, no, we're saying things about the rules and regulations,
but what we're talking about is us.
- No, we're not.
- Yeah, we're not. You're right.
We're talking about the two of you.
- Maybe I should go. - Go where? To Nicole's house?
Because I haven't been there since Keith got back.
- That's what this is about?
Baby... Yes, Jason has been staying at the house, okay?
We're parents. He's Keith's father.
- You know, you both think that I should've taken the shot.
You know he could've killed that hostage, right?
That if he takes that shot, 95 times out of 100,
he does die, but you both think
that I should've taken it anyway. It's reckless.
It puts people's lives at risk.
That's what this is about, being reckless.
Jumping off bridges, off balconies.
Standing in front of moving trains.
Being proud that you nearly shot a hostage.
You know, you both behave like you have nothing to lose
because you've lost everything.
- We did lose everything. - But you got it back!
Okay, I know that you have been living with this wound, okay?
And it's affected you. I get it. But Keith is back. It's over.
You know, you want to review my behavior, fine.
But you both need to review yours as well.
- About the missing women,
I figured out how they connect. Salgado.
- Miguel? - No, the brother.
The patron saint.
Lucinda Wright is a law student at the University of Chicago.
Salgado was a guest lecturer at UFC School of Public Health.
Then we have Karen Spellman,
who is an analyst at the Human Rights Watch.
Salgado, he's a board member at the Human Rights Watch.
And lastly, we have Elise Sutton,
who is a Fulbright Scholar.
Salgado sat on the committee that hands them out.
Wherever one of these missing women were,
Salgado was sure to be there too.
- That's a connection, but not an explanation.
I mean, there were plenty of other women at these places that he could've taken.
Why abduct them? - Because he blames them
for what happened to his people.
Alright, so this is an article from 1992. There was a massacre.
The Juma were targeted by wealthy people who wanted to exploit the land.
And then three years later, the last female member of the tribe died.
So after half a century of trying,
the corporate genocide is complete.
- These women started going missing three years ago.
- Corporate genocide...
- The government carried out the attack on behalf
of various corporate interests,
including lumber, coffee, and rubber.
These missing women, they're all heirs
to private fortunes from companies like lumber...
- Coffee and rubber. - Yep, yep.
- So that's it, revenge. He hurts the families
who run the companies that destroyed his.
- But what about the kids? Right, I mean,
revenge is obviously part of it, but that's not all of it.
We gotta find Salgado. - I don't care about Salgado.
I care about getting these women back, and right now,
we have no idea how to do that.
- The guy who came after Shane Weems could've told us.
- Maybe he still can. - No, he can't. You killed him.
- Well, that's just a minor technicality.
I'm sure we can still get him to talk.
(knocking)
Gunshot victim from outside.
- Yeah, the one he shot.
- We need to see him and his effects, please.
Great. Now the body.
His eyes, open 'em. - Uh, no.
- This is a bad man, okay? Who works for an even worse man,
who we may not be able to find unless we can unlock this phone,
which can't happen unless it recognizes him.
Which also... Never mind.
- Hey, you can't do that.
- Yeah, I know, I get that a lot. Mother, may I?
- Oh, now you want my permission. Yeah, go ahead.
(camera clicking)
- Great. Now we can talk. Let's see what he has to say.
(breathing deeply)
- Jatémame.
- It won't be long, Elise.
Then you'll have done your part.
And the world will be a better place.
(breathing deeply)
- The guy I shot is Allen Miles. His mother was from Kilgari.
She contracted malaria ten years ago,
and her life was saved at one of Salgado's clinics.
- Oh, so what, killing people
was his way of showing his appreciation?
- Or he was Salgado's enforcer.
Kept everybody in line, including Salgado's brother.
- Alright, these are hand-written letters
from Shane Weems to Miguel that we found on Miles' phone.
- "We need to get out...
We have to do this for our family...
Our baby deserves a life outside these walls..."
- They were in love. They tried to escape.
Miles shoots her for her trouble,
she starts to bleed out, needs help,
so Miguel crashes his car in hopes that the cops come
and evac her to the emergency room.
- This is all really great, but it doesn't get us any closer
to finding the other women.
- No, but the photos in the phone do.
- Okay, forced labor on some kind of farm.
- Well, they destroyed his way of life.
Maybe he's using them to recreate it.
- So what the women were forced to grow,
his followers were more than happy to sell at a farmers' market.
A lot of cities have streets named Morro,
but this particular color of street sign
and the Gaelic calligraphy font,
this Morro is in Tannersville,
which also happens to have a farmers' market every Thursday,
which, every vendor has to register
in order to participate, so naturally,
I pulled every registration.
Only one is a non-profit with proceeds earmarked
for the Amazon reforestation, and I have their address.
Yes, I am a badass.
- Imagine how much more amazing you would be
if we had your full attention.
Go, 30 seconds, and then we're getting our babies back.
Thank you.
- I've completed the age regression.
- Okay, you realize that literally everyone can see us.
Literally everyone. Why don't you say hello? Because they are looking.
- Okay, this being on the down low, I just, I'm not good at it, okay?
- Clearly.
- On the plus side, I am great at this.
Looks like your guy had some work done.
- Cosmetic surgery?
- Yeah, chin augmentation and a botched scalp reduction.
I compensated for those in the model, so... let's see what we think.
- Okay. Um...
(ominous music)
- Are you okay?
You look like you've seen a ghost.
- Because I have.
(tense music)
- Put the guns down! Put the guns down.
That's right.
We're Philly PD, missing persons.
We're gonna need you to open that gate.
- You got a warrant? - Exigent circumstances.
- What's that mean? - It means we're coming in.
On your knees, on your knees right now. Both of you.
Hands on top of your head.
- We're moving in. - Right behind you.
- What the hell does exigent mean?
- Technically, it means there's a crime being committed
that justifies a warrantless search,
but I like what you said.
(breathing heavily)
(speaking in another language)
- You need to step away.
(gasping) - The child is almost here.
- I said step back.
- I can't. Not from a miracle.
- I'm not asking again.
(Elise screaming) - You won't have to.
(screaming)
(baby crying)
Do not go gentle into that good light.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day.
Rage, rage against the dying light.
It's the light in a world gone dark.
- Go!
Go on, we'll stay here.
(suspenseful music)
- Give her the child. The baby, give her the baby.
The others. Where are they?
Where are the other women?
(footsteps approaching)
Oh, my God. Oh God.
It's okay. It's okay.
You are safe.
You're going home. You're going home. Okay?
Come here. Come here.
(suspenseful music)
(Jason grunting)
- Hey, Jay!
Are you alright?
Jay!
I need you to put that knife down.
I need you to put the knife down.
- You know what their families did.
You wouldn't be here if you didn't.
- We can talk about it as soon as you let him go, okay?
- Don't!
- I can't let you walk away, you know that.
- No lane, okay? Forget the lane, screw the lane.
- They burned the forest. Shot and killed men, women, and children.
- Hey, do what you gotta do.
You know what you need to do, right? Just do it.
- Yeah, I do.
Hey, look.
I'm putting it away.
- They committed genocide! - And you did the opposite.
16,000...
12,000. 1,400. The amount of people
that you saved from ringworm, dehydration, diabetes.
- He's great, he's a real humanitarian.
Just take out your gun, Mike, take out your gun.
- None of that matters. None of that matters.
- Hey, you are not a killer.
You had Allen Miles do that for you.
- I'll do it. - Tonight, I saw you.
You know, what that meant to you. That baby.
What it meant to bring life into the world.
- I swear to God, one more step.
- Life, not death.
Okay, put the knife down. Easy.
Easy, slow, slow. Good. Take it.
Knees on the ground. Hands behind your back.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used...
(Nikki): Tell me about the children.
- The children are my legacy. - Mm-hmm.
You were the father, and you kidnapped the daughters
of the families who destroyed your tribe
and then you used them to bring your tribe back.
- And when the time comes,
I have arranged for them to learn who they are,
where they come from. Nothing you can do will change that.
- Let's talk about what I can do, alright?
Which is charge you with rape.
- I never touched those women.
Everything was done through IVF.
- Like I said, the charges are rape,
kidnapping, conspiracy to murder.
- I deserve whatever I get,
but not because of what you think I did.
Because of what I didn't do.
- What didn't you do?
- I hated it as a boy.
It was so backwards.
So I left.
- And you grew up there, right? With the Juma.
- I walked away.
I had more important things to do.
So I did them.
What I didn't do is save my family.
- How's your neck?
- Clean shaven. How's your conscience?
- He'll be tried for his crimes.
The women he hurt will get to see him punished.
My conscience is clear. - No, that's not what I meant.
- I know that's not what you meant.
- I mean, he could've killed me. - Yeah, but he didn't.
- You put away your gun again. - I went on his website.
I checked out his foundation, I did my homework.
You should try it. - Is that just a fancy way
of saying that you stayed in your lane?
- Which was the right thing to do.
You want to know how I know it was the right thing to do?
- Mmm. - 'Cause you're alive
to bitch to me about it, so, you know, you're welcome.
- Hey. Thank you, brother.
Thank you.
(door closing)
(soft music)
- Hey.
(knocking on door)
- This case will fill up your entire wall.
- Seven women get reunited with their nine children.
I'd say it was a good day. - Yes.
But it could've been better.
- Okay, if this is about my behavior, Nikki--
- No, not yours . Or Jason's.
Even though he behaved badly.
It's mine. It's about... jumping off bridges, in front of trains.
- And balconies. - And yes, balconies.
- Fourth floor balconies. - Right.
- Into a little, tiny pool. - You're not making it easy
to apologize. - Hey, hey.
- Okay.
- Apology accepted.
- It's true. I can be reckless.
And yes, it started when Keith went missing,
and now he's back, and it should stop, right?
And yes, I know that you accepted my apology,
but I'm not just here to apologize,
I am here because I need help
learning how not to be reckless.
- Hey, Sid's here.
- Jay, we are in the middle of something.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but she's in your office, she needs to speak to you.
She won't speak to me unless you come down. I'm sorry.
Sorry, Mike. - Yeah.
- Baby girl, what's up? - I'm not going home.
- Why? - Or I'll just stay at Dad's,
or I'll get a motel, or I'll stay here, for all I care.
- Hey, relax. Everything's fine, just tell us what's going on,
and we'll figure it out. - He has a gun.
- Who has a gun? - He has a gun!
And I'm not going home. - You saw Keith with a gun?
- Yes, I saw him steal it.
So, as long as he has it, I'm not going home.
(vehicle approaching)
- He's alive.
- I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific.
- Isaiah Danzomo.
The man who kidnapped me in Lagos, demanded a ransom,
which you refused to pay.
You told me that he was killed in a police raid.
Why did you tell me that he was dead?
All these years, why lie to your own daughter?
- Because no good would come from you knowing he's alive!
Now, please, for both of our sakes, drop it.
(door opens and closes)
- Keith?
Baby!
He's not upstairs.
- Buddy, what are you doing down here?
- Um, nothing.
- Why aren't you in your room?
- What do you mean, nothing?
- I like it here.
It's familiar.
- Sidney said you had a gun.
- I did. Not that it's any of her business.
- Well, it's ours.
You can't have a gun, Keith.
You certainly can't steal one.
- I didn't... Is that what she said?
I didn't steal a gun.
I... I got it from Drew.
He said I could borrow it.
- It's a pellet gun.
- Drew uses it to plink cans in his backyard.
I thought it looked real enough.
- Real enough for what?
- To scare off the person that took me.
- Oh, honey.
Hey. We'll protect you.
- Sidney thought I stole a gun?
She still doesn't believe me.
(Nikki): She will.
She just needs time. Hmm.
- Let's go upstairs, you guys. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
- Uh, you go. I'll come up later.
- We can stay, if you like.
- On your way up, would you mind turning off the light?
- Come on.
(soft music)
- Sid. I didn't know you were here.
- Sorry. I'm just waiting for my mom.
- No worries. He and I are happy to have some company.
- He?
You know it's a boy?
- I do. Uh... Between 10 and 14.
I'm getting to know a lot about him, actually.
I don't know his name yet, but I will.
You should tell him yours.
- Hey. I'm Sidney.
It's nice to see you.
Little bro.
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