(crickets chirping)
- You look amazing.
We better head down.
You ready?
- Just give me literally one minute.
- You okay?
- More than okay.
I just wanna be present.
In the moment.
I don't wanna forget any of this.
(indistinct chatter)
(nervous sigh)
(♪ Here Comes the Bride playing on organ)
(knocking on door) I know, I'm coming!
(gasping) Ow!
(screaming)
(objects clattering)
(struggling screams)
(taser buzzing)
(♪♪)
- She said she'd be right down.
Do you want me to go get her? - Uh...
(stammering): I'll come with you.
- Okay. (clearing throat)
- Bri? - Briana?
Briana?
Briana!
(ominous music)
(mysterious music)
(distant sirens wailing)
Do you believe in love at first sight?
- I do.
- We only met three months ago.
But we knew from the very first moment.
- Mm, is it possible maybe she got cold feet?
- No. If she ran away, who trashed the bridal suite?
Someone took her!
- Tell us about Briana.
- She's a high school arts teacher.
Pay is trash, so she bartends on the weekends.
And then...
And then, she uses the money
to buy art supplies for the kids.
- What bar?
- Morgan's.
Elkins Park.
- Did she say that she had gotten
in a fight at work or...?
Was there anyone who objected to her marrying you?
- No, it was the opposite.
Friends, family, everyone was thrilled.
- Okay, well...
Thank you, Trevor.
We'll reach out when we have something.
But trust me, we'll find Briana.
- Come on. I'll walk you out.
And on the way,
I'll let you know why you should give me that rose.
(somber music)
- Okay. So, he thinks that someone trashed the room.
Maybe it was her.
Right? I know if I was having second thoughts
and a bunch of people are sitting down at the altar
waiting for me, I might break a chair or two,
throw things around.
- Okay, so you still think she got cold feet.
- I don't know. I don't have enough information yet.
(door closing) - Kemi, what's your read?
- That Trevor is heartbroken.
If in fact it turns out that she did cut and run,
my guess is that he joins a monastery.
- All right. Let's run Briana's financials.
And to get into her e-mails, talk to her co-workers.
- Yep. - And...
- Yes? - In case our runaway bride
was actually taken...
- Uh-huh? - Issue an alert.
- Yes.
(alert blaring)
- There were no windows in the basement.
It got so cold, I could see my breath.
I don't think the cabin even had heat.
It was remote. It was...
It was probably off the grid.
- Did you get a name?
- She never told me.
- You know how old she was approximately?
- She was older than Mom, younger than Grandma. I...
What I remember are her eyes.
They were...
grey and empty.
- Do you know why she was holding you?
What did she want?
- My blood. Every two weeks,
she would put an IV in my arm
and drain my blood into one of those medical bags.
Uh, it made me tired.
And she gave me these vitamins.
She said it would help me make more blood.
- Why, um... Why did she want your blood?
You have any idea? - I don't know.
She said I was an angel who was gonna get my wings
for my sacrifice.
- Do you remember anything else, honey?
- I wasn't alone.
There was a... a boy.
She brought him in a few months before I got away.
Oh, we were in different rooms, but...
The vents were connected or something.
I never saw him.
But after she'd go to sleep, we whispered.
He said his name was Max.
He could still be there.
I've should've said something earlier,
I know I should've.
I was just...
I was scared.
God, what if he's still there?
- It's okay. You're okay.
We'll find him, I promise.
- We need to dig into every single missing person's case
in the Tri-state area, okay?
- 11 to 14 years of age named Max.
- Okay. The last two years should do it, Mike.
- Hey, look, look, look. Hey. I get that you're excited,
that you're hopeful, I am too, but you're his parents.
- Yes. And if we went by the book,
we would recuse ourselves.
- We're not gonna do-- - Look. I know that it's hard--
- No, no, no. Not hard, impossible.
But go ahead. - Okay, if we did nothing,
and then the person who took Keith gets away,
we would never, ever forgive ourselves!
- Look, I get that. But you being involved
could guarantee she gets away.
Okay? If you catch her,
a defence attorney will use your involvement
to prove the investigation was biased.
Okay? That facts were bent.
That it was less of a case and more of a vendetta.
You have to let me take point on this, okay?
I'll fill you in every step of the way. You have my word.
(sighing)
- Mike is right.
For now, he takes point.
- Guys. - Yeah, hey.
- Okay, so Trevor said that Briana worked weekends
bartending at Morgan's,
but Mr. Morgan who... (chuckling)
By the by, it reminds of this fling I once had
with Mahatma...
- Kemi. - This is not the right time.
Got it. Mr. Morgan said that she quit six months ago.
- Well, she lied about her Saturday nights
and then pulled a no-show at the wedding.
Maybe our blushing bride isn't so blushing after all.
- And she isn't so broke either.
Six months ago, Briana set up a C corporation
called the CeramicAngel.
- She made $200,000 in six months?
- Probably not from slinging margaritas at happy hour.
- So, the CeramicAngel web page describes the company
as a "specialized content creator."
And among the itemized deductions is a gym membership,
which tells us nothing but makes me insanely jealous.
- Does the company have an address?
- I guess you could call it that.
Okay. Oh, wow. (scoffing)
- This is corporate headquarters.
- At least she's got low overhead.
How is somebody making 200,000
creating content like this?
- I don't think it's the content the people are paying for
but the outfit she's wearing while creating the content.
- Looks like our blushing bride is a secret camgirl.
- There are 86 boys between the ages of 11 and 14
who were reported missing in the last two years.
None of them named Max.
Off those, 22 went missing around the same time
that Keith said Max showed up.
Now, we don't know where Keith was being held,
but he said it was about a 25-minute drive away
from the convenience store where we found him.
If we assume all the other victims were taken
in that same general vicinity,
we get eight kids. And one of those eight...
His name is Joseph Maxwell.
- If he was reported missing, there must be a police report.
- Yeah, there is. Filed in Jersey.
Maxwell lived in a homeless encampment
right across the border.
- That's it? Two pages?
- He was a homeless kid.
His parents are deceased.
In the camp one day, out the next.
Now, the presumption is he moved on.
Only reason he was reported missing is 'cause another kid
in the camp insisted he had been taken.
- Cory Evers.
- Yep. I'm on my way to get him now.
- Uh... Should we go over what to ask him?
- No, no. I got it. - We need to make sure
that we cover every base. - Hey, hey, hey.
I got it, okay?
- No, no, no. She's not that type of girl.
She's, she's, she's kind. She's sweet--
- No one is saying that she isn't any of those things.
- We took a pledge.
We were waiting until marriage.
She's the love of my life.
- Maybe you should have a seat.
(Nikki clears throat)
- Hey, guys! Ceramic Angel here.
(sighing) Man, I have had a tough day.
How about you?
You wanna talk about it?
If you want, you can message me
and we can connect.
I know that when I open up, I feel a lot better.
- You had no idea about this? (Briana): I'm sure you will too.
- That my fiancée is a porn star?
No, I did not!
- It's a subscriber website
called Fan of Yours.
They have music, cooking, um, adult content
and for a price,
direct contact with the models.
- Direct contact. Well, that's a polite way to put it.
- Direct contact through texts.
Okay? Not in person, it's not pornography.
It's a...
therapy for lonely people.
- Mm-hmm.
In Briana's case, for 15,000 people.
- Fif--
15,000 people watch her do this?
- 15,000 people pay to watch her do this.
It's not bad because that narrows down our suspect pool
to one of her subscribers.
- Ooh, that's lovely. - Hey!
- What? - It looks lovely, but...
what it says about Trevor and Briana, not so much.
Which isn't all that surprising, actually.
- Mm. - Briana had dozens
of blocked users. Maybe one of them was,
I don't know, a possessive nutjob
who couldn't stand the idea of his secret camgirl
marrying somebody else? I don't know.
- Hey, about this rose situation...
- Yeah? - You putting in a good word
for Trevor and Briana with whomever
you put in a good word with,
maybe you could do that for me with Rachel?
- Please, tell me that you called her to apologize
for standing her up?
- I... I did in my head.
- Oh. The Orishas are helper spirits,
they're not miracle workers.
- We got a hit on the alert. Another Fan of Yours model
says that Briana had a stalker.
- Well, there goes the runaway bride angle.
- Someone was leaving notes on her windshield
demanding she returns what's not hers.
- Notes on your windshield means that he's local, though.
You could filter that with the blocked users.
- Yes, I can.
Okay, that leaves PlaidTshirt77.
Real name: Henry Starkey.
He paid $47,589.
That was before his account was blocked three months ago.
That is a lot of money just to be booted.
- Find Starkey, see what he has to say for himself.
- I got it.
- Hey, Cory. You're not in trouble.
But a friend of yours is.
Jo Maxwell.
- I already told the cops about Max.
They didn't care.
Why do you?
- My fiancée's a cop.
And her son was taken.
We think it might be the same person who took Max.
- So, you're only looking to get a cop's kid back?
- No, no. He escaped. We're not...
We're not looking for him.
We're looking for the person who took him.
And if you help us out, there's a good chance
that we could find her and we could find Max.
(sighing)
- Know what a Bluetooth tag is?
- Yeah. It's a small tracking device.
- 10-buck safety net.
That way, us street kids can keep track of each other
on our phones.
We'd put them in our shoes
so we could always find each other.
- Okay. You think you could find him?
(breathing shakily)
- I tried.
Followed the signal up the 611 to Berg Point.
- Hmm.
- It went dead after that.
My fear is he did too.
- You know, Bluetooth tags, they work on a mesh network.
They get the signal sent from Wi-Fi routers and cellphones.
So, if Max was taken somewhere remote,
Cory's cellphone might not be getting a signal,
but a network of cellphones might.
- And if there is no network?
- I get my guy to make us a network.
- Or I have a better idea.
You give me your guy's name and then I do it.
Because I'm running point and you both agreed
not to be involved.
- Mike. If he can find the signal,
he can find Max. Okay? It's our best shot.
We have to try it.
All right, fine.
I'll work on the Briana case until you get a location
off the signal, then you give it to me,
and then I go. Understood?
- You have my word.
- All right.
- You ready? - Yeah. Let me just stop
at the evidence locker, pick up a few things.
(birds chirping)
(knocking on door)
- Hi. - Can I help you?
- Detective Adebayo.
Is Henry home?
- I'm Henry.
Is something wrong?
- Tell me about Briana Williams.
- I don't know who that is.
Or why we had to talk in private.
- You might know her as Ceramic Angel.
- Oh, Lord.
You know about that?
- It's why we're talking in private.
- Oh. (chuckling)
No, I appreciate that.
But Gloria knows.
When she found how much money I spent on that damn site,
she about blew her head off.
Or mine.
Still... not illegal last I checked.
- No, but kidnapping is.
Briana Williams went missing yesterday.
- Well, that's awful, but...
if you think I'm somehow involved in that...
- I mean, you sent her angry messages.
Your account was blocked.
There were threatening notes left on her car.
- I don't know anything about that.
I've never met her.
Yeah, I said some angry things in the chat,
that's because I felt betrayed.
- Because she was getting married.
- Because she was a bot.
- A bot? - I asked her in a chat
what clay she liked to use.
"I prefer kaolin, it's so pearly."
Then I asked her when she started to make pottery.
Same answer.
What's her favourite book or movie?
"I prefer kaolin, it's so pearly."
Same answer.
Like she was stuck in a loop.
That's because she was.
Because she wasn't a she, she was an algorithm.
The girl I thought I was pouring my heart out to,
I'd never even talked to. Once.
- Yesterday between 5 to 7, where were you?
- Ham radio club.
A group of us meet every Saturday.
If that's when it happened, well, I got 10 guys
who will swear I couldn't have done it.
- So, Henry's alibi checks out.
If a fan took Briana, it wasn't him.
- No, I don't think it was a fan.
I went through the e-mails.
Six months ago, Briana hired somebody to grow her brand
through ads, promotions,
and automated client interaction.
- Okay, so bots. - Yeah.
- Sam Lindquist grew her from 800 subscribers to 15,000.
And the e-mails show that he gets a cut-off
of what each new subscriber pays.
- So, an e-pimp?
But where is the motive
to take Briana?
He makes money when she does.
- Exactly. Watch this.
- I have some news that I wanted to share with you all.
First, the happy news.
I met someone and I'm in love.
His name is Trevor and we're engaged.
Which brings me to the less happy news.
This is my last video.
- Now, a week ago, the golden goose decides to call it quits.
But in the e-mails, Lindquist was livid.
Even refused to post the video.
Last thing that he wanted was for her to get married.
- Well, there's our motive.
Uh, let's bring this e-pimp in
and see if he had opportunity,
along with bad teeth and gold chains.
Yep. (Mike chuckling)
- I told you on the phone. I do weddings
and I do car shows. And I do the occasional quinceañera.
That's it. - You remember the Mitchells?
Steve and Annie? He did their daughter's bat mitzvah.
It was... 500 drones recreating the Six-Day War.
It was beautiful. He is extremely talented.
- I'm not a spy. - No, no, no.
We're not trying to spy on anyone.
We are trying to find someone.
Okay? There was a child that was abducted
and he's being held somewhere very remote.
- Yeah. The kid's got a Bluetooth tag, right?
And we believe it's still active,
but we can't get close enough to detect it.
I mean, we could. We could drive around the woods
for the next two years, or your drones
could cover that same ground in what,
like an hour?
- Y... Yeah.
- His name is Max, okay?
We don't know how long ago he was taken,
but every hour that passes reduces our chances
of ever finding him. And detecting that signal...
may be our only chance. - Yeah.
We need your drones. That's it. Simple.
- Okay, look. Like, I have the drones to cover the area,
but even if I help you,
you're gonna need a cellphone for every drone
in order to track the signal.
So, unless you have a few hundred phones lying around...
- We do not, but the evidence locker did.
Easily a few hundred phones.
- You got yourself some drones.
(zipping, clattering)
(sighing)
- Why are you so serious?
We're finally gonna catch Keith's kidnapper.
- I know.
I just... I can't help but think that
she is doing to Max was she did to Keith and that is just...
almost too much to bear.
(beeping)
(drones buzzing loudly)
Here we go.
(suspenseful music)
- Can I help you?
- I'm here to see Detective Sherman.
- You're Sam Lindquist?
- No. She is.
- So, you created the bots to what, scam people?
- No, it was for fun.
And it was for money.
A lot of money. (chuckling)
- This isn't a joke, Samantha.
- Fine. Whatever.
It started because my older sister
has a big following on Fan of Yours.
- Madison's involved in this?
- She's a performer.
And I'm an OPM.
Online personality manager.
Maddy has fans that like to talk to her.
She was spending too much time online
and her grades started to slip,
so I said I'd make some bots, try to help her out.
- You made bots for other women?
- Like I said, it's kind of fun.
You know, you've gotta develop these personalities,
learn to type like other people.
Older clients are challenging
'cause they like to put these periods in their sentences.
I bet you do that, huh?
- What's wrong with using periods?
- Nothing. The olds are big on periods. Yeah.
And double spacing after periods.
- How did you learn how to do this?
- Guess I've always just liked coding.
- Wait, wait. Don't you feel bad for cheating the subscribers?
(scoffing) - Cheating them?
I'm not cheating them, I'm helping them.
Yeah, I mean, models can't talk to that many subscribers.
It's impossible.
So, they just talk through my bots.
Fans feel special, models feel safe,
and I get paid, so win-win-win.
- Yeah, until the models wanna retire.
You stood to lose a lot of money when Briana did.
- Yeah, and I tried to talk her out of it,
but I don't kidnap people.
I mean, I've got plenty of clients.
If anybody had a financial incentive to kidnap her,
it's the kidnapper.
- What do you mean? - Well, on my way over here,
I get a notification saying there's been suspicious activity
on Briana's Fan of Yours cash account.
Yeah, I know. So I tried to open it,
but I guess I'm locked out. I don't know.
- All right. Well, we're gonna have to unlock it.
I'm gonna need the account number and the access code.
- I don't know, Jay.
Whatever's out there, I'm not sure I wanna see it.
- Whatever it is, we will face it together. Okay?
(beeping) - Got something.
- Come on. - No, no.
I told Mike we'd let him take it from here, okay?
I gave him my word.
- I know.
This isn't about Mike, Nik.
It's about finding the monster that took our son.
- Check it out. Yeah.
- You and I both know we can't leave this alone.
(suspenseful music)
(floor creaking)
- Nothing.
(ominous music)
(♪♪)
- Found the tag.
- Once Keith ran...
She must've known we'd get her sooner or later.
- I think we need to bring Keith here.
- That's a bad idea, Jay.
- This is evil. Okay?
It's gotta be stopped.
(sighing)
- I accessed Briana's cash account.
- And?
- And it turns out the suspicious activity
was a cash withdrawal
of $47,589.
- The exact amount that Henry spent on Briana?
- Yup. I'll call Judge Shapiro and get an arrest warrant
so we can bring Henry in and bring back Briana.
- Yeah, about that,
I don't think Henry took her.
- What, you think someone
just happened to demand $47,589?
- These are the text messages that Henry sent to Briana.
On the left, the ones when it was all good.
On the right, the angry ones
when he was demanding his money back.
Now, the words and phrasing are the same,
but the way that they're written is different.
Now, I called Sam Lindquist.
(scoffing) Yes, my theory rests
on a 17-year-old girl
with an attitude problem, but still.
The extra letters,
it's called expressive lengthening.
See, women at two times more likely to do that than men.
On the left,
"Oh, my god, you're so beautiful."
Right, "OMG, I can't believe what you've done."
See, men spell that out. Women, not so much.
Now next, two spaces after the period on the left,
one on the right.
Now, if Henry didn't write these angry text messages,
my question is, who did?
(scoffing)
- The only other person
who wanted the money
and who could access the cash account to get it:
his wife. Gloria.
(whimpering)
- I love weddings.
I loved my wedding.
I love my husband.
And he loved me.
Until you seduced him.
(Briana whimpering)
You were smart to give me the access codes.
I got what I wanted.
What I deserved.
And you...
You got a message to stay away from my husband.
I got my life back.
So now...
(panicked whimpering)
you get yours back.
Come on, get up.
It's time to go.
(fighting grunts)
(clattering)
(fighting groans)
(glass breaking)
(breathing heavily)
(glass breaking)
(panting furiously)
I need a hand with something.
- Can it wait 'til after the game, hun?
- I woke up at 5 a.m., cooked your breakfast,
made your bed and washed your laundry.
And all the while, you sat on your ass!
Now, I'm asking for help.
And no, it cannot wait until after the game, hun!
- Okay, okay. I'll help.
What's gotten into you?
Is that blood?
(ominous music)
(sighing)
I don't understand.
W... What happened?!
- It's your floozy! The pottery girl!
- Yeah, I know who it is, Gloria!
Why is she here?
What the hell did you do?!
- I do what you fail to do.
I've got our retirement money back!
- Oh, my god.
Is she dead?
- I was about to let her go but she attacked me.
I defended myself!
- Do you realize the police are looking for her?!
This is insane! - Don't you dare, Henry!
You fell for this idiot and gave her all our money!
You created this mess.
I just tried to clean it up!
You said you wanted to save our marriage.
That's what you told me, God and Dr. Meyer.
So, unless everything you said in couples therapy was a lie,
you will help me.
Understand?!
- Help you how?
- We have to get rid of the body!
(door creaking)
- It's okay.
- House is totally clear, buddy. Nobody's here. It's just us.
(floor creaking)
- I used to hear that at night.
Above me, when she walked, the floor was creaking.
It's like the house was alive.
- This room, does it look familiar to you?
Keith, uh...
Do we have the right place?
- I didn't spend much time up here.
Downstairs is where we were kept.
- Hey.
You don't have to go down there.
- It's fine.
If it helps find Max.
(ominous music)
This is it.
- Hey. You okay?
- I'm fine, I'm fine. Trust me.
- You said you talked to each other through a vent?
- Yeah, he was in the next room over.
(sighing)
- There is no next room over. His room was over there...
- Doesn't make any sense.
(door creaking)
Hey, what is it?
- I think I found Max.
(tense music)
- Police!
- Living room clear!
(distant officers shouting) - Clear!
(tense music)
- Did you see their cellphones? - No.
- Okay. Let's get a tracer on them.
Whatever happened here, hopefully they panicked
and forgot to toss them. - Okay.
- Rachel and C are still at the cabin, okay?
CSI is there.
If there is a lead to be found, they will find it.
(cellphone vibrating)
- It's Mike.
Hey. - It wasn't Henry.
It was his wife.
Or at least we think it was.
We got a track on their cellphones.
- Loop me in and send me the location.
I'll meet you there, okay?
- Hey, uh, the signal.
Did Jay's guy find it?
- Yeah, he did.
- Okay, great. Send me a text message of the location
and we'll get a Tac Team as soon as we can.
- That won't be necessary. I...
(sighing) Oh, Mike, it was horrific.
- You gave me your word, Nik.
- I know...
- Your word.
- And part of me wishes that I kept it.
- And the other part?
- Wishes that you understood why I didn't.
(panting) - This is insane.
- You want sane? Don't cheat on your wife.
Okay, it's enough.
Now, go get her.
- We're never gonna get away with this.
- Not if you don't stop whining, we won't.
(gasping, muffled screaming) - Oh! Oh!
Holy Mother of God, she's alive!
(gasping frantically)
(panicked breaths) It's okay! You're okay!
Can you breathe?
(out of breath): I don't know...
Where am I?
No! No! Get away from me!
- Easy, I'm not gonna hurt you!
- Oh, dear God, shut up, Henry!
- We have to get her to a hospital.
- So she can ID us to the police? I don't think so.
- Just let me go! I'm not gonna tell anybody, I promise!
- That ship has sailed, honey.
I know this is hard, but at this point,
we're short on options.
Henry, step away from her. - Wha... What are you gonna do?
- Move away from her, Henry. - Gloria, you can't do this.
- I can and I will. Now move!
- I won't. - Stop taking her side!
- I'm not taking her side!
(sobbing): I didn't mean to hurt anybody!
- I can't believe after all of this, you choose her?!
- I'm not choosing her!
- Then get away from her!
I won't ask a-- (gunshot)
(gasping)
(scream of terror)
(Briana): Help! Somebody help me!
- Hey, Jason. Uh, Henry has been stationary
for the last 20 minutes. It looks like he's on the corner
of Roscoe and Belden.
- On my way. - Yeah, we'll see you there.
Hey, uh, when we meet Jason,
try not to bite his head off.
- They're gonna blow Keith's case.
- Mike, it's an impossible situation.
If I was Nikki, I wouldn't have been able
to sit on the sidelines either. - She doesn't see it.
Or she doesn't want to. Neither of them do.
- Is that what this is really about?
The case?
- What else would it be about?
(scoffing)
- Her and Jason being on one side and you on the other?
Look, blended families are hard.
And no matter what, you know, they could be doing nothing.
And it wouldn't make any sense. There's gotta be times
that you feel like you're the odd man out.
- No. Has nothing to do with that.
And no, I don't.
- Saying you're never jealous?
- No.
- Nervous? - No.
- Worried? - Absolutely not.
- Okay. Then act like it.
That's Henry's car right there.
(suspenseful music)
- All right. Lead the way.
- If there's any friendly fire, leave me out of it.
He's dead ahead.
Oh, God. It's Henry!
His pulse is weak.
He's lost a lot of blood. (distant gunshot)
- All right, call 911 and meet them by the road, all right?
Let's go.
(gunshot) - Give up!
Because I won't!
(panting)
Honestly, I don't know what Henry saw in you
other than a pretty face.
- I didn't mean to hurt anyone.
I love Trevor. He's all I care about.
- Then you shouldn't have led on my husband.
- I'm sorry!
- Oh, you will be.
- Gloria, put the gun down.
Drop the gun right now.
- Of course.
Treat me like the bad guy here.
I'm not the one selling delusions and fantasies.
She destroyed my marriage, my life!
I'm just returning the favour!
- I know you're angry, I know you're upset,
and more than that, you're hurt.
And you feel betrayed by somebody you care about.
I get it, I do.
But you can't let Henry's failings turn you
into something you're not: a killer.
(whispering): I shot him.
I shot Henry.
- We got to Henry, okay? We're helping him.
Look, I'm putting the gun away.
All right? What happens next?
You shoot her, shoot my partner and you shoot me?
Gloria, look at me. Look at me. It's over.
It's over.
Give me the gun.
(panting)
Put the gun down.
No, no, no, no! - Hey, hey, hey!
(Briana screaming)
(gunshot)
- Come here. You're okay.
You're okay. Shh! You're okay.
You're okay. (Gloria sobbing)
You're all right. It's over.
Shh. I know, I know, I know.
I know, I know. It's over. Come on.
- I thought I was doing post-mortem on one victim.
- You were. Things have changed since then.
And for the worse.
- You could've called and told me.
Kind of like you would if you agreed to have dinner with me
then didn't show up. Oh, wait.
- Yeah, well, about that-- - Look. I get it.
Sometimes I come on strong and it can spook guys.
But you could've been honest instead of stringing me along.
I'm an adult. I can handle it.
(stammering): I... I...
(sighing) - Let's just get this done
and get this over with.
I've got a date in two hours.
Hey. - Cadaver dog got a hit,
so we called up the recovery team.
- That's just the tip of the iceberg.
(sighing) We found a few more sites
with soil disturbances, so we rolled out
the ground-penetrating radar.
- How many bodies have you found?
- Three...
So far.
(ominous music)
(indistinct radio chatter)
- What the hell happened?
(sighing) - Cadaver dogs found
five more sets of human remains.
13 to 14-year-old males.
Initial exams show that they were possibly malnourished.
Dental work is practically non-existent.
- You think there were living in the street like Jo Maxwell was?
- Yeah, I do.
- So, we got an M.O.: someone who likes
to prey on homeless kids.
- And that someone, a serial killer.
(sighing) - Look, that room
with the scalpels and the IVs,
it appears as though each of them were the subjects
of some sort of surgical procedure.
It might've been the cause of death. I don't know.
It's too soon to tell.
- C, bring the bodies to the morgue
for Rachel to identify, okay?
- Yeah. - I'll go with him.
We find out who they are and inform the families.
- Thank you.
Hey.
I know that you don't think I should be here.
- Yeah, Kemi thinks that I'm jealous of you and Jay.
That I'm nervous and worried.
She thinks that's the real reason
why I don't want you working the case.
- Is that the real reason?
- She says that blended families are hard.
And that it's only natural that I feel like
the third wheel sometimes.
- Mike, if I have done anything to make you feel that way--
- No, no, you haven't.
And Jay hasn't, and I don't.
- So, that's not why
you don't want us working the case?
- Of course it is.
- That doesn't make any sense.
- She said that too.
Kemi is annoyingly perceptive.
But...
what does make sense,
the only thing that makes perfect sense
is that you and Jay do everything possible
to find the person that took your son.
And nobody should keep you from doing that.
Least of all, me.
(indistinct chatter)
(computer beeps) - Hey, guys.
Wow, this is gonna be hard. Um...
- No, no. I really don't wanna see this.
- No, I get it, I get it.
Briana had a secret.
A part of her that she didn't share with you.
It's easy to see that as a deal-breaker
in a relationship.
But I think that if you watch the rest of this video,
you will understand why it's not.
(sighing) - Okay.
(computer beeps) - I have some news
that I wanted to share with you.
I met someone.
I'm in love!
His name is Trevor and um...
we're engaged.
Which does bring me to the less happy news.
This is my last video.
But I just... I wanted to thank you for everything.
And I really hope that you all find someone
who makes you as happy as Trevor makes me.
- You're a lucky man.
Now, go tell her that.
(reflective music)
(whispering): Yeah.
Thank you. - Yeah.
Mm...
(door closing)
- That was sweet.
- For them, yes. For you, I was hoping instructional.
I heard it didn't go so well with Rachel.
Briana didn't tell Trevor her truth
because she thought that she would lose him if she did.
- And you think she was an idiot?
- Total moron.
- Okay, so, I've been a total moron.
- You're too kind. On yourself.
- I stood you up for dinner, I never explained why.
- Which was super lame.
- And then, I ghosted you.
- Dear God, can you skip your greatest hits
and get to your apology already?
- I just, in the past, when I've let people
get to know the real me,
it hasn't always worked out and I just...
It's made me a little gun-shy.
(chuckling): What are you,
like a secret fascist or something?
- No!
No, I... (sighing)
But there is something that I need you to know about me.
- Let me guess. Um...
You don't go to movies or concerts.
You get overstimulated.
- No.
Yes. Yes, but no.
That...
that's not what I'm trying to say.
- Well, what then?
You can only order takeout through an app
and drive-thrus are tough for you?
I know about your social anxiety.
- I'm a trans man.
And I just...
I didn't know if you knew.
Um... And...
Yeah, I hate drive-thrus and fabric softeners
and um, contrary to popular opinion,
I thought Game of Thrones was overrated, so...
- Okay. I...
Yeah.
That is, uh... a problem.
- Yeah.
- But how do you feel about House of the Dragon?
- Okay, well, um, I...
I don't know, I think House of the Dragon is um...
(chuckling)
Well... - You really are a moron.
- Hey.
All right. ME's office identified the bodies
and none of them are Max.
The other six families have been notified.
- So, Max is still out there
but we're no closer to finding him or Keith's kidnapper.
- Maybe we are.
All these boys,
they were identified that they lived
in different encampments. They all come from
different cities, but I did find
one thing they had in common.
They all received medical treatment
from a health clinic called Cradle Mobile.
- You think that someone that worked for that organization
may be who we're looking for?
- I don't know. Maybe. But I got a list
of all the doctors who worked the mobile cites
in the last seven years.
I got names, I got photos.
I really wanna show it to Keith.
(ominous music)
- You know, the person is in there.
But if you don't remember, it's okay.
- This her?
- That's her.
Beth Colt.
She's the monster that took me.
- You believe in heaven, don't you, Max?
- I don't know.
- Heaven is a happy ending for those who do noble deeds.
When you think about it like that,
death isn't so scary.
- Please...
I just wanna go home.
- The Lord calls us all home eventually.
Now, I want you to get some sleep.
You've got a big day tomorrow.
Okay?
(breathing shakily)
(gasping)
(heart monitor beeping)
It's perfect.
Steady, strong.
Just like my Noah.
(chuckling)
Though... it would help if you'd try to relax, dear.
- Please. I don't understand why I'm here.
What do you... what do you want from me?
- Oh, it's not about what I want.
It's about what Noah needs.
My son. He's about your age.
- There's another boy here?
- He was asking about you just this morning.
He called you his guardian angel!
(woman laughs)
Would you like to meet him?
(breathing shakily)
He's... fragile now. Resting.
So you'll have to keep your voice down.
Noah. Sweetheart, are you awake?
I've brought you a visitor.
- What's wrong with him? - His heart is broken.
He needs a new one.
But thanks to you, today is his lucky day.
Bless you, child.
- Here's what we know. The remains of six young men
were found at a cabin in Hyde Park.
Joe Maxwell wasn't one of them.
CSI's still on site, but we have to assume
that he's alive and Beth Colt still has him.
- So everything Colt told the clinic
that she volunteered at was a lie.
The medical license, name, address, all falsified.
- And the only thing that's real on that screen is her photo,
which we ran through the AMA's physician master file database.
Her real name is Elizabeth Coulter.
She's a trauma surgeon. NYU class of '04.
- Single mother, a flourishing career
until her seven-year-old son Noah was diagnosed
with Amyloidosis.
It's a disease that causes multi-system organ failure.
She tried getting him on every transplant list,
but he did not qualify because--
- Because they don't give a kidney to a kid
who'll need a lung three months later.
It's... heartbreaking. - And confusing.
Her son dies, she goes off the grid,
she changes her ID and then just starts killing other kids? Why?
- For a start, I don't think her son is dead.
- Amylodoisis is incurable.
- I don't think he's cured, I think he's not dead.
The autopsy results on the bodies found at the cabin
show that all six died of exsanguination,
and that's not even the most upsetting part.
Uh, this is the most upsetting part.
- Organ removal.
- Yeah, each victim had at least one vital organ removed.
Heart, liver, kidney.
- So you're saying that she's harvesting organs
from kidnapped kids to keep her son alive?
- I'm not not saying that.
- Halothane is a banned anesthetic.
- Banned, but not out of circulation.
I know people who still use it.
Mob doctors, back alley surgeons...
Halothane is more cost-effective than the legal stuff,
so almost every bargain basement bottom dweller uses it.
Although... I think it's highly unlikely
that they're gonna offer up their suppliers to a cop.
- How about to a patient?
- Mr. Jones. Glad you came in today.
It says here you want a nose job.
- Yeah, um, it's obviously not cosmetic.
I have a deviated septum. - Did you want to take care
of the hairline while we're at it?
- What's wrong with my hairline? My hairline's perfect.
- Maybe give the cheekbones a boost.
We're currently doing a two-for-one deal.
- On cheekbones? Huh... People do one cheekbone?
- I'm just saying that I can help you with whatever you need.
- Well, uh, clearly, I need a lot,
so how much for the two-for-one deal?
- It's a 650 deposit. We take E-Pay.
There's a barcode on the paperwork there,
it's standard stuff if you want to take a moment to read--
- Alright, well, here's what I'm gonna do instead.
I'm gonna, uh, read you your rights.
I'm with the Philadelphia Police Department.
You just earned yourself 10 to 24 months.
And I know you like a deal, so I can knock that down
maybe 10 percent if you tell me who your halothane supplier is.
You got 10 seconds, 10, 9... - Fine.
But you didn't hear any of this from me.
- Mm-mm.
(sighs) - There's three local suppliers.
(dramatic music)
(door banging)
(grunts)
- I need you to listen to me very carefully,
'cause I'm only gonna say this one time.
I'm not here as a cop, I'm here as a father.
What you sold, you sold to a woman who abducted my son.
Her name's Elizabeth Coulter.
I need to know where I can find her,
and I need to know right now.
- Sad story. - Is it?
- I wish I could help. - You don't. Uh, but you will.
Maybe... Maybe you're just camera shy.
- I know what you're thinking.
But a child is being harvested for parts.
Jay is doing his best to keep that from happening.
- Doing the wrong thing for the right reasons
is still doing the wrong thing.
- Mike... - But what I'm thinking is...
I don't really have a better idea.
- It's the scumbag in room three.
Coulter had him send the halothane
to a shipping and receiving warehouse in Callowhill.
- You have an address?
- I hate stakeouts.
You want to act, you feel this urgency,
but all you can do is wait.
- I hate them for another reason.
- Ken was a good dude. - Great partner. My friend.
After he was killed...
those were some dark days.
- Not so dark too, on the couch.
- You were supposed to stay over to help me grieve.
- Well, I did. Sex is a way to cope with grief.
- Then we did a copious amount of coping, then.
- Whatever happened to that couch?
- I don't know.
It was a nice couch, though.
- Yeah.
(suspenseful music)
- There she is. The woman who took Keith.
- I'll get closer, get a positive ID.
You go around the back.
(door buzzing)
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, please, open this up.
(door buzzer sounding)
(truck honking)
(gasping)
Nikki!
(phone ringing)
Nikki!
(gasping) - Hello, can you hear me?
Please. Please, wake up.
- Max? - Yeah.
How did you know?
- My name is Nikki. I'm a police officer.
I've been looking for you. - She was just here.
She said she was coming right back.
- Is she alone? Have you seen anyone else?
(door opens)
- Good. You're awake.
- What are you doing? - Just a mild sedative.
- Wait. - It'll make you feel better.
- You don't have to do this. Beth. I'm a police officer.
I know about your son.
That you want to save him, right? But at what cost?
- I won't bury my child.
- Because of that, six other mothers had to bury theirs.
I was almost number seven. - Oh, my God.
- You held my son.
- Yours was the one that got away. How poetic.
These transplants require a lot of blood.
Your son was a steady supply.
- You had no right.
- I never took more than he could handle.
Still, his was a noble deed.
But now here you are, in his place,
ready to do the same.
Of course, open heart surgery is much more extensive.
We'll likely have to bleed you dry.
(muffled grunting)
- I don't care if the vice president is in town, okay?
I don't care if it's the president.
I don't care if it's the pope,
I don't care if it's the ghost of Queen Elizabeth.
She needs a babysitter, she can pay 20 dollars an hour
like everybody else. One of ours is missing.
Forget the motorcade and help us find her, please!
- Yeah, they're staring, but they're not annoyed.
They're happy somebody's screaming about it, and so am I.
- Halothane supplier, what do you got? Anything?
- Look, just to be clear, to find Nicole, no lanes, okay?
Anything goes. - I got you. What do you got?
Come on. - You got clamps, anesthesia,
CT scanner, surgical table, dialysis machine, stirrups.
All sent to the shipping address.
- Why hasn't the alert gone out? - I asked them to wait.
- Well, what for? - So I could be the one
to tell my kids that their mother is missing.
- Jason, Jason. Please tell them that we're going to do
everything that we possibly can. And once that alert is issued,
I will see to it that it's reissued
with regular updates, okay? - Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Say that again.
- Tell Sid and Keith-- - No, no, regular updates.
- What about it? - Yeah. Certain medical devices
have regular software updates remotely.
- If one of the machines that she has gets those updates,
we'll be able to track her through her IP address.
Let's go. Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Hey, Sid. Listen, I need to talk to you
and your brother right now.
(door opens)
- Hey, Dad wants to talk to us.
- Okay. Knocking would be good.
- Dear diary, when will the fuzz on my lip
turn into a real moustache?
I never saw you as a journal keeper.
- We... learned to do it in therapy.
It's part of the healing process.
- Oh. Sorry.
Dad, you still there?
- Yeah, hey, uh, I gotta tell you both something.
It's important. - Dad, if this is about finding
the person that took me, I've been reading about what happens next--
- No, no, Keith... - No, I know.
I'll have to identify her, testify against her.
When I escaped, I thought I'd never have to be
in the same room as her again, but--
- Hey, listen. It's not about that,
it's about Mom. Something happened to her.
- What? What happened to her?
- She was taken.
(alarm blaring)
- We need to focus on getting out.
- No, we can't escape her. - Of course we can.
You know, she took my son once.
She held him, just like you.
And he escaped.
You can do it too.
You have the same fight in you, I can tell.
Now, um...
You see that IV in your arm right there?
I'm gonna need you to take it out.
- What if she comes back?
Maybe we should just wait for the police.
- I don't think we have time to wait.
Come on, Max, you can do this.
Grab the plastic tube right there and pull.
Now, uh, give the tube a firm yank.
(clattering)
That's okay. That's what we want.
You see that surgical table right there?
It has tools that you can use to free yourself, Max.
How's your aim? Ever play cornhole?
- With the beanbags? - Yeah.
- Instead of a beanbag,
you have an IV bag.
Which you're gonna throw onto that surgical table,
and then you're gonna take the tube,
and then reel it over to you.
Take your time.
Yeah. Oh, that's perfect.
That's great. Just, uh...
Come on, reel it in. Reel it in, yeah.
(clanging)
Can you reach the syringe?
There.
Good.
Now, here's what I need you to do.
- Dialysis machines, they get software updates.
- This is good, but to track it,
we need to know who the manufacturer is.
- CMT incorporated, and we already pulled the warrant.
- It's a map of every CMT customer
who has a dialysis machine in the greater metro area.
- Those are IP addresses that CMT provided.
- How many addresses is this? - 145.
- That's too many addresses, we don't have time.
- We got a hit on the alert.
Colt's car was spotted in the vicinity of Alden Park.
- Oh, yeah, that area, I count... ten.
- Ten? Ten, we can do. Ten's good.
- And to paraphrase our fearless leader,
let's bring our baby back. - But I want to come with you!
- Are you field trained?
- Captain Batista gave me a chance,
trusted me when nobody else did.
I shot a gun once!
- Fine, let's go. Ride with me.
(suspenseful music)
(inaudible conversations)
- I want you to push the needle halfway in, okay?
Not all the way. And then, bend the tip
90 degrees counterclockwise.
You're gonna feel a little resistance.
- I don't think it's working.
- Come on, just keep trying, Max.
You got this, okay? You can do this.
- It worked. - Get your straps.
There you go. Now the straps on your legs.
You're amazing.
Okay, now grab the scalpel and cut my straps.
Come on. Come on, come on.
- She's coming. - Wait. Stop, wait.
(footsteps approaching)
(door creaking)
Okay, go, go.
(panting) Oh...
Come on.
Hey. We're gonna get you out of here.
Come on.
Now...
Once you're out, you're gonna run.
Go to a neighbour's house, wherever you think
that it's safe, and then... then call 911.
- You're not coming with me?
- There's another boy in here that needs my help.
- Noah. Yeah, I saw him.
There's something wrong with him.
- I know, I'm gonna get him,
and then we'll be right behind you, okay?
You have to go. Come on.
Careful, careful. Shh.
(panting)
Noah.
I'm a police officer, Noah. I'm here to help.
Noah, can you stand?
Noah? Can you talk?
Oh, my God.
- It's rude to enter someone's room uninvited.
- She's not in trouble, she was taken.
Yeah, this was such a bad idea.
- Where's Sidney? - In her room, terrified.
Waiting by the phone for an update.
- You gotta calm down, okay?
Nikki's gonna be alright. - You don't know that.
Whatever happens to her is gonna be my fault.
I never should've said anything.
- You couldn't have known this was going to happen.
What you did was brave.
- Really? - Yeah.
- 'Cause from where I'm standing,
it looks pretty selfish. - You tried to stop a woman
from killing more kids. How is that selfish?
- This was about revenge. - No. This is about justice.
Jason and Nikki are gonna stop her.
They're gonna be heros. You're gonna be a hero,
and that woman is gonna get what she deserves.
- Maybe. Or maybe someone I care about
is gonna end up dead.
- Another dead end, what do you got?
- I just got off the phone with Joe Maxwell.
Captain Batista helped him escape.
He got to a convenience store, he called 911.
- Wait, where's Nikki?
- He said she stayed behind to help save Noah.
(phone ringing)
- I'm on my way, Mike, almost there.
- We're rerouting all the vehicles to you.
Ten minutes max.
- You said that when it comes to finding Nikki,
anything goes. Did you mean it?
- Yeah, I did. I do.
- Then I'm not waiting for backup.
- Good. I can't lose her, Jay.
- My sweet, brave boy.
We're almost ready.
(clattering) - Beth. He's dead.
You can't bring him back.
- I think we'd better settle you down.
(Nikki grunting)
(muffled speech)
- Wait, wait, wait. Wait, your son.
Before you put me under, you should...
you should know something about your son.
Come here.
It's clear, uh... he doesn't get his looks from you.
(laughing)
(she closes the gas tank)
- On second thought, maybe we don't need anesthesia.
(suspenseful music)
(gasping)
(screaming)
- Hey, hey, hey! Hands, hands.
Let me see your hands right now.
- Noah will die without this transplant.
- Put down the knife. No one has to die.
- Jay, Noah. Noah.
- No, don't you dare.
No. Don't. Don't, don't! Don't go near him.
Don't go near my son!
(grunts)
- You're okay. You alright?
- Yeah, I'll be better once I get out of here. Ow.
- Put some pressure there. - Yeah.
- It's okay, honey. I won't let them hurt you.
I won't let anyone hurt you.
- You're not gonna let anybody hurt him?
What about my son? What about my son?
- Jay.
- Down on the floor right now, face down.
- Please.
- Get down on the floor right now.
Get down on the floor right now.
- Please don't. - Please don't?
I thought about what I'd do
in this moment for the last six years of my life.
(Nikki): Jay! - Do you understand? Six years.
- You don't want to do this. - Six years,
there's been a bullet in this gun with your name on it.
And that's what you deserve. - I know how you feel, okay?
I feel it too, but you... you can't do this.
- You understand me? That's what you deserve.
- Jay, please. You don't want to do this, baby.
(breathing heavily) Think of Sidney.
- Six years.
(sighing) - Please, Jay.
- My family deserves more. - Thank you. Oh, God.
- Elizabeth Coulter, you're under arrest
for attempted murder, wrongful imprisonment,
and the kidnapping of my son, Keith Grant.
(handcuffs clicking)
She can't see you.
I know that this is hard, but if you can positively ID her,
that is critical evidence
that can be used against her at trial.
- Trial? Won't I have to testify against her?
She'll see me then.
- She will not touch you ever again.
I promise, okay?
- How's Mom?
- She's alright. She lost a little bit of blood,
so she's a little lightheaded.
It's normal, right?
15 stitches, but to catch your kidnapper,
I promise you she would say that it is worth it.
Okay? The question is, did we catch her?
- Number two. - Number two.
Number two, step forward.
Yeah?
- Yeah, that's her.
- I know who you are.
You're the one who got away.
- Come on, don't worry about it.
- She's right. Keith is the one who got away.
- And Mom. Don't forget Mom. - Yeah, don't forget Mom.
- Yes, Mom and Keith are the ones who got away.
And while we mourn the loss of the ones who didn't...
- To the ones who didn't.
- ...but we celebrate the victory of the ones who did.
Look, I don't want to sound corny,
but we can also raise a glass to justice being served,
and to the bad guy, or in this case,
bad girl being caught, and this story ending happily ever after.
- Aww. - That didn't sound corny.
That was a whole can of corn.
And I loved it. I loved it. - Thanks.
- It was pretty good. Pretty good, actually.
- Come on. (laughing)
(chuckling)
- I'm glad Oliver is here.
He's become a good friend, hasn't he?
- He has. I... I definitely couldn't have gotten
through this without him. (Kemi chanting indistinctly)
- You should probably go save him from Kemi, though.
Once she starts rubbing those eggs,
there's no telling where things may end. Go.
(Kemi chanting in Hausa)
(inaudible)
- I'm not nuts.
(chuckling)
Or psychic, but dumb and dumber,
I can sense in my sleep, so...
- No, no, no, keep going.
Hey, I believe you. He's the heathen.
- Go, both of you,
before I curse you to speak in tongues or something.
- You can do that?
She can do that? - Out!
(chuckling)
(tense music)
- How weird is this?
When she was rubbing the egg, I actually felt something.
- Like what? Like...
Like maybe it's not over?
- More like she could see what I was thinking.
- You should be thinking it's not over.
I'm gonna have to testify against her in open court.
- I know you're scared of that.
- You're the only one who knows why.
- Which is why I'll be with you every step of the way.
You hear me? Every step.
Bro, this is a great day.
You should be flying high right now.
Look around. You've got everything you could ever want.
This house, this family.
A super hot sister. - You did not just say that.
(laughing)
- I wish I was in your shoes, man.
You're set for life.
(car door closes)
(engine starts)
(car approaching)
(tires screeching)
(grunts)
- I warned you not to tell anyone.
I told you what would happen if you did!
- Hey, you hear that? - Yeah. Where's Keith?
- You will never get away from me.
(grunting)
- Keith?
(handle clicking)
- Dad!
- Hey! - Dad! Dad!
- Hey! Hey! - Dad! Dad!
Dad!
(screaming) - Keith! Baby!
Yes, yes. Black mini SUV, Pennsylvania plates.
- Hey. First three digits, Whiskey, Delta, Seven.
That's all I got. - You got that? Yes.
Good, good. I need the alert to go out ASAP. Thanks, Sam.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll let you know.
(breathing heavily)
I can't do this again, Jay. I won't make it.
- You're not gonna have to do anything again.
I'm here, you're not alone.
We're in this together, we're gonna find him.
I promise, we're gonna find him.
- We hit every house on the block.
Nobody saw anything.
- Hey, I'm pulling as much
security cam footage as I can.
- Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa... - What do you got?
- What is it? - I got into Keith's phone,
and there are texts on a messaging app. I think...
I think whoever took him had been contacting him.
- "You run away from me, tell anyone about me, I'll kill you."
- And from the metadata,
the harassment started over a month ago.
- Why didn't Keith say anything?
- Sidney, did you know anything about this?
- No, I swear. - How could I have not noticed?
- Hey, hey, hey. Do not beat yourself up about this, okay?
Hey, you were with him every step of the way,
and he felt that, okay? He was probably just
too scared to say anything. - Wait a minute.
Lightning does not strike twice.
Keith gets picked up again,
right on the same day that we get Elizabeth Coulter?
Cannot be a coincidence.
- You think she has something to do with this.
- Look at these messages, she's making good on her threat.
- Alright. There's only one way to find out, come on.
(tense music)
- Where is he?
- I could ask you the same thing.
- Noah's safe. - He's very sick.
He requires a clean and sterile environment.
He's susceptible to infection. - Noah is fine.
You can see him as soon as you can tell us where our son is.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You have an accomplice? Did you pay somebody?
- To do what? - You knew that Keith
was going to testify against you, so you handled it.
- We know that you have been threatening him ever since he escaped.
- I don't know anyone named Keith.
- That's Keith.
That's the boy that you took.
- I have never seen that boy before in my life.
Okay, I answered your questions. Can I see my son now, please?
- No, no. No, you can't.
- You told me I could see my son!
- She is lying, okay?
If she admits to taking Keith,
then that could be used against her at trial.
- Look, that is way too calculated for somebody
who thinks her dead son is alive.
- Whoa. She's lying, or Keith's lying. What are you saying?
- What I'm saying is there's a few inconsistencies.
Keith doesn't exactly fit the profile of Beth's usual victims.
Okay, he wasn't homeless...
- He's walking around late at night, he's soaking wet!
She sees a target of opportunity and she takes it!
- Okay, but Keith was ransomed.
- So she realized she made a mistake!
- What, six years after the fact?
That doesn't make sense. - Easy. What about Max?
Okay, the cabin in the woods.
Everything that Keith has said has panned out exactly as he said.
- I know, okay? I just...
Look, the security footage in your neighborhood
gave us nothing. The alert didn't either.
And there are literally hundreds of black SUVs
with plates that start with those three digits.
(phone ringing) Okay, we have no leads.
So if we want Keith back safely,
we have to consider other angles. That's all I'm saying.
- Hold on, it's Sidney. Hey, baby.
- I think I may have found something that can help with Keith.
- Hold on, let me put you on speaker.
- So I went through his room,
and I know that maybe I shouldn't have, but...
he keeps a journal for therapy, and he mentions the woman.
The one sending threatening messages to him,
and she's stalking him too, and apparently,
she came to the house once.
- Did he write down her name?
Any kind of ID?
- No, he just calls her E.H.
- I wonder how many black SUVs
with the plates that start with W-D-7
are registered in those initials.
- Her name is Evelyn Hadley,
and she has a criminal record a mile long.
Petty theft. Robbery. Possession. Assault.
- What does she want with our son?
- Well, her car is registered to 47 Lamont Ave,
so I say we go ask her.
(intense music)
- You're okay, baby. Hey, you're okay.
- You have to go. You have to go, she could--
- Where is she? Hey, don't worry.
- I mean it! Please, just go!
- What are you doing in my house?
- Hey! Don't move, hands up. - Get away from my son.
- Please don't make this difficult.
- Your son? (scoffing)
- Tell them, Lucas.
Tell these nice people you've been lying to them the whole time.
(dramatic music)
Can't do it, can you?
Even now, you can't man up and tell the truth.
- Mom, just let them go.
- I'm sorry, what did you just say?
Did you just call her "Mom"? - I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Look, I swear, I didn't want to hurt you guys.
She saw you on the news last year.
That program about missing kids.
Keith was one of them, and she saw how much
I looked like him and how desperate you guys were.
She thought maybe she could make some money.
I didn't want to, I promise. I tried to tell her that and she--
- Don't act like such a victim.
It's not like I put a gun to your head.
- I studied you for her, at first, but the more I read,
the more perfect your family seemed.
I started to imagine what it would be like to be a part of that.
- You came into our house, you lied to us.
You lied to our daughter. - Sidney was right, she knew.
- I know I have no right to ask for forgiveness, I just...
I wanted what he had.
A real home.
- Hey, hey, hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Put the gun down! - He's my son, okay!
Not yours! Mine!
- Okay, uh, clearly, we missed something.
- What is she talking about?
- His name is Lucas, he's an imposter.
- He's a pain in everyone's backside,
so unless you're planning on locking him up,
I'd ask that you leave my house. - Hey, just relax, okay?
Everybody put the gun down, we can talk about it.
- What you did, you gave us hope.
- I thought about that, that it would make you happy.
- No, no, no. We wanted our son back.
- And I want mine. And now that I got him,
I think we're done here.
- You ransomed us, you sent him
texts threatening him,
and now, we have reason to believe
that you've been physically abusing him.
- You're going to jail, Evelyn, there's no way around that.
- Don't do this. Don't make it harder than it has to be.
(scoffs) - That's rich coming from you.
None of this would be happening
if you hadn't pretended to be their son!
- I know, it was my fault, not theirs!
They're good people! They made me happy!
- Don't make it sound like they're good people, and I'm the crazy one!
- Mom, I am begging you!
(gunshot)
- On the ground, on the ground. Hands behind your back.
- EMTs! EMTs now, please! Hey, baby.
- Okay, look at me.
- You need to focus.
- Hey, hey. Stay with me. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Sorry for nothing, baby.
(crying)
- I got the pressure. (indistinct chatter)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Hold on.
(soft eerie music)
(sirens blaring)
- This can't be happening. It doesn't make any sense.
- Not to me. Max, the cabin...
How could he have known? - Yeah, about that.
I just sent somebody to check on Max to get a statement.
He confirms there was another boy with him at the cabin,
but his name wasn't Keith.
It was Oliver.
- Everything that Lucas said about what Beth did was true.
Except she didn't do it to him.
She did it to me.
I was... a human blood bag.
For two years.
And so, when I saw a chance to escape, I did.
Except I left Max behind.
- Why didn't you go to the cops?
- I don't know.
I should've, but the guilt was overwhelming.
And the longer I waited,
the harder it was for me to come forward.
- But Lucas offered you a way to make it right.
- Yeah.
I needed a second chance,
and... he needed his case closed so you'd stop digging.
- But how did Lucas ID Beth Coulter? He'd never seen her.
- And I can never forget her.
So I found a photo of her online.
- Okay, that's your story, but what about Keith's?
Okay, Lucas knew everything that Keith would know.
Nicole's blueberry pancakes, Jason's good luck bracelet.
- Those were all details he'd found in interviews.
He had newspaper articles going back years.
(Kemi): What about the DNA test?
- Nikki thought she was testing Keith's baby hair,
but Lucas had replaced it with his own.
(Mike): What about the scar on his arm?
(sizzling)
(breathing heavily)
He actually burned himself with boiling water?
- Yeah.
He did anything he could...
to escape the life he had. You would too.
Keith's life was a fantasy.
At least he got to live it for a few months.
- We should've known.
- Hope is a very powerful thing, Nik.
- We're police officers, Jay.
I'm the head of the Missing Persons Unit.
- We're also parents.
We're parents who wanted our kid back.
We saw what we wanted to see.
- What do we do now?
- I don't know. I guess the only thing we can do.
Grieve.
(soft music)
- They say that when you lose someone you love,
that you also lose a piece of yourself.
That our soul fractures.
And when tragedy happens, our soul flees from us.
Hiding as a way to protect itself from the pain.
I call this soul loss.
- They're dredging the lake.
Whatever they may find, at least you know what happened that night.
- And you know it wasn't your fault.
- Look at that... a silver lining.
- Pieces of our soul get stuck dwelling in the past, unable to move forward.
But a fact about our physical world
is that matter can neither be created or destroyed.
- You know, you're not supposed to drink alone.
(Kemi): This is the same for our spiritual world.
No matter what, you cannot lose your soul.
(chuckling)
- Thank you. - For what?
- Letting me stay on the grieving couch.
- Yeah, it's... it's like déjà vu all over again.
- I mean it. Thank you, Nik. I didn't want to do this alone.
- Yeah, neither did I.
I love you.
- I love you too.
Thanks.
- Thank you.
(Kemi): Grief is the act of soul retrieval.
And if we commit ourselves to it, the soul will, in time,
return to its intact state.
And that's why we're here today.
To retrieve our collective soul.
And to celebrate the life of that beautiful boy
that we all miss so much.
Keith was a light to all who knew him.
And in death, his light continues to shine.
So, the journey of the last year has not been easy.
(chuckling) Child, it has not been easy.
But um, in the end,
there was forgiveness for those of us who needed
to let down our burdens.
Answers where there had only been questions.
And though they may not have been the answers that we wanted,
we are grateful all the same.
With every end,
we mark a new beginning.
(laughing)
- That was the moment I knew we had a drummer on our hands.
Edwina was never the same.
- Edwina. I had to wear earplugs in the house
for six months straight after that.
- Yeah, his Nickelback phase was always torture.
(glass shattering)
(laughing)
(Jay): You're a drummer!
Finish the gig!? Finish the gig!
Yes! And the crowd goes wild! Yes!
Keith is the greatest drummer in the world!
- That was amazing.
And healing.
- Yeah, whoever thought our mental health
would be almost entirely dependents
on our concierge Shaman who does the occasional egg reading?
- And lime bath.
- And candle wax interpreter.
- Okay, that is my cue to go. You're welcome, friends.
- Yeah, I'll come with you.
Unless you're planning to apparate.
- I should probably go to. It's been a minute,
but I think I know where my apartment is.
- That was awesome. Ugh, I'm so glad that we did that.
(sighs)
- Oh, um, I gotta handle something real quick.
I'll meet up with you guys in a bit. Okay?
- Alright. - Thank you.
- Okay, bye.
(grunting)
(knocking)
- You forget something? - Nope.
- The hide-a-key? - It's a housewarming gift
for the man of the house.
- You know you don't have to do that, right?
- I know. I figured I should, though.
- You know, if you ever get lost,
you always got a place to stay. The couch.
- Got it. Thank you, brother.
- My man.
- Talk to you soon. - Yeah.
- Alright.
(soft music)
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