♪ I need a lie-down, only just got up ♪
♪ I lost my appetite, I cannot sleep at night ♪
♪ I cannot concentrate, I do not feel too great ♪
♪ The world is caving in, and I'm kinda struggling ♪
♪ But I kinda like it 'cause it feels like being in love ♪
♪ Being in love ♪
Okay.
♪ Being in, la la la la la la la la la ♪
♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪
Well, hello, sunshine. - Hi.
You gonna tell me why you're in such a good mood,
or do I have to ask? - Oh, my goodness.
Thank you so much for noticing. Uh, no big deal.
Just any moment, Robert from HR
is going to walk through these doors
and hand me my very own badge.
You're excited about your ID badge?
Training wheels are coming off, buddy.
Mm-mm, I'm not so sure.
Um, I'm pretty sure about that.
First the LAPD mug. - Actually, that's mine.
And now my very own badge.
Uh, your vote of confidence is not lost on me.
But nobody panic.
I don't plan on rooting around in the evidence locker too much.
Well, that's good, because your ID badge
does not provide access to said evidence locker.
- Sure about that? - Mm-hmm.
I'll get back to you. Bob! Bob's here.
Can I call you Bob? - No. Sign here, please.
Coming right at me with the fine print.
Use of service, limitation of liability, dispute resolution.
You need to sign for the badge.
You know what, Robert?
Um, I will make you a deal, okay?
I won't sign that.
But what I will do is take my badge.
- Yep. There she goes. - Hold on.
She can't-- - She did.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm-- I'm fine.
You ever have one of those days
where you just feel like you're losing your mind?
Are there other kinds of days?
What's going on?
It's my girls.
Their father was supposed to drop them off last night,
but he never showed up.
I call, I text.
I thought maybe they would be at his house, but...
I just want to know they're okay, but...
But you have a bad feeling.
I thought I'd come in here and try to get it together
before I talk to the detectives.
My dad's on his way.
I'm probably just overreacting, right?
I think...
that wherever your girls are, we're gonna find them.
Mia, when's the last time you saw your daughters?
Yesterday, when Wendell picked them up.
He's my ex-husband.
You should have never agreed to share custody
before the divorce was finalized.
Dad, he's their father. He has a right to see them.
You guys went camping at Mount Baldy?
Yes, last summer. Wendell took us.
That was right before we split.
Was there a reason for the split?
Wendell started reading
about everything going on with the planet,
the temperatures rising, icebergs melting, deforestation.
Also biodiversity, industrial waste, ocean acidification.
You sound just like him.
Yeah, what Mia is too nice to say
is that Wendell became a radical.
- A radical? - Yeah, h-he became obsessed
with environmentalism.
Look, I'm all for electric cars and composting,
but, you know, he took it too far.
He wanted Mia and the girls to live completely off grid.
Told Ellie and Paige that everything was poison--
water, food.
I mean, these are kids we're talking about here.
- He's not a monster. - The man decided
to grow a garden rather than take care of his own family.
Wendell and I had a small online business,
but you kind of need to be on the grid for that.
Thankfully, my father was able to help.
- She moved in with us. - Did Wendell ever talk about
taking the girls out of the city?
All the time. He bought a cabin out in Upland.
Said he wanted to become one with nature, live off the land.
Can we stop talking now
and start looking for my granddaughters?
Mr. Ashford, we cannot put out an Amber Alert
until the girls have been missing for at least 24 hours.
What we can do is issue a BOLO
for Wendell's car, and we can visit the home.
Mia, do you think there's any chance he might harm them?
I honestly don't know.
State Department says Wendell Dunn applied
for two minor passports last month for Ellie and Paige.
If the guy got his dream house in the country,
do we really believe he'd just leave it behind?
He might have if he thought he was about to lose custody.
According to this report from Child Protective Services,
Wendell was found to be unstable
and could be a danger to his daughters.
Alright, call TSA
and check flight manifests and border crossings.
Maybe he wanted to take these girls
out of more than just the city.
I'll go check his house.
Don't forget Morgan.
Oh, how could I?
- Can I be totally honest? - Please.
I've only worked here for a couple weeks,
but I've studied the people in this building closely.
I know that pit in your stomach's not going anywhere
until your girls are back,
but I promise you, you're in good hands.
Make sure she eats something.
Of course.
Guillory. Field trip.
We're going to Wendell Dunn's house.
Look at this-- solar panels, rain barrels, compost bin.
This Wendell guy really is an eco warrior, huh?
Oh, no. Do you see this?
Ellie was holding this in one of the pictures I saw.
And it was a professional photo,
which means it's probably her favorite.
So she wouldn't have left it behind
unless she didn't have a choice.
No. She wouldn't.
Hello?
Mr. Dunn?
Detective Karadec, LAPD.
Guy cans his own jam.
Who knows what he's capable of?
All clear. Mr. Dunn must have left in a hurry.
Maybe. My kids don't love clearing their plates
under any circumstances. - Mm-hmm.
A greenhouse.
Wow. He's got peppers and zucchini,
malabar spinach, cucamelon, perilla.
I get it. You know your vegetables.
Most of those are fruits,
thank you very much. - Oh.
Elliot went through a bit of a permaculture phase last summer.
Well, then I'll leave the gardening to you guys.
Not really my thing.
Come on, Morgan. The clock's ticking.
Wendell planted cucumbers and tomatoes next to each other?
Are you critiquing our suspect's garden now?
Cucumbers and tomatoes are not companion plants.
Wendell would never plant them side by side.
They compete for the same nutrients.
They have completely different watering needs.
Which might explain why they're not thriving.
Okay, a-are you saying that you think Wendell made a mistake
in the way that he arranged this garden?
No, he wouldn't do that. You saw how he lives.
These haven't even rooted yet.
What are you saying, Morgan?
I think this space was empty until Wendell
moved all these plants in here within the last few days.
But you just said that he would never do that.
Yeah, he wouldn't, unless he had a reason.
Something to hide.
Or someone.
Wendell didn't have anything to hide.
Someone else did.
Him.
Might be on the other side.
Here. Sniff. Sniff.
Good boy. Good.
Looks like cause of death was a blow to the back of the head.
- And that's our murder weapon? - Indeed.
Medical examiner thinks Wendell died
sometime in the last 12 hours.
Have them rush autopsy
and tool-mark analysis just to make sure.
If whoever killed Wendell kidnapped those girls,
they could be halfway across the country by now.
No sign of the girls anywhere?
No, we didn't see any disturbed soil
anywhere else on the property,
so I think the girls were taken alive.
Now our primary suspect is dead.
Mm-hmm.
If the girls saw their father murdered,
it's possible that the killer's holding them to keep them quiet.
Or the killer came for the girls
and the dad got in the way.
- Hey. - Anything door to door?
Uh, no, the neighbors are too far
to have seen or heard anything.
So I went to the café where Wendell sells veggies.
The owner saw him in an argument with a woman yesterday.
- You got a name? - Only a description.
She's 30s, long red hair, glasses.
Maybe Wendell got a new girlfriend.
I don't know about that.
The guy's still wearing his wedding ring.
Like that ever stopped anybody.
Check this out. Morgan found this photo
hidden in Wendell's survivalist handbook.
Maybe it's his parents?
- Find out. - Okay.
I'll see if Mia's family knows a woman
who fits the description.
Hold on.
You put out an Amber Alert for the girls 30 minutes ago.
I did.
You know all Amber Alerts go through me.
Why'd you break protocol? - Every second counts.
She's rubbing off on you.
Who?
Who do you think?
You alright?
"Don't wait for the crisis to arrive.
Assume it's already here,
because what we do by choice today
may be a necessity tomorrow."
The man just wanted his girls to be prepared for anything.
There's nothing in this book that can teach you
how to survive losing your father.
Yeah, there's nothing that can prepare you for that.
You guys see those fresh tire tracks out there?
Mm-hmm. We're trying to determine the type of vehicle.
Good, because if Ellie and Paige were taken by a stranger
and not a family member, their odds of being found alive
just dropped 42%.
Now, looking at the over-under...
Jon Ashford owns Ashford Luxury Estates.
It's a global portfolio of luxury hotels.
Are we sure this isn't one of them?
No wonder Mia wanted to move back home.
Yeah, her father's a very wealthy man,
which means we can't rule out a ransom.
And he hated Wendell, so we can't rule him out as a suspect.
Right.
That's too many balconies.
I can't believe that he's dead.
- Do you think he was murdered? - Uh, we know so, sir.
We found him this morning. My condolences.
Wait. If-- If the girls aren't with him, where are they?
What does this mean?
We hope to have more leads soon.
The day he died, Wendell was seen arguing
with a woman with long red hair, glasses, in her 30s.
Any idea who that might have been?
I'm sorry, no.
Can you excuse me for a moment?
I'm gonna use your restroom, if that's okay.
You're good. - Thank you.
Mr. and Mrs. Ashford like to collect expensive things,
don't they? - They do.
You know what I think?
I think we should teach them how to share.
- Just a sip. - Just a sip.
If you think of anything or hear from anyone,
call me, day or night.
We will.
I'll be in touch when we know more.
Thank you.
It's pretty sad about Wendell, right?
Yeah, he was a sweet man.
Was he? Just not a good father?
Oh, no. He adored those girls.
Really? Did you know him well?
Did you spend a lot of time with him?
Yeah. Uh...
Last weekend, he swung by
to get homework Paige forgot in her room.
I went upstairs to get it, and when I came back down,
I saw him coming out of Mr. Ashford's office.
What do you think he was doing in there?
I don't know.
Let's go.
- The disappearance... - Thank you.
...of the Ashford sisters
has left the community in a state of shock.
Well, that was fast.
Normally it takes these anchors longer to catch on.
I called in a favor. Hopefully it pays off.
Oz, how we doing? - Hmm?
Over 100 calls and no credible leads.
So these girls have been missing for 15 hours
and all we have is a description of a red-haired woman
who had a fight with our victim the day he died.
And she had glasses.
Spectacles.
Where is it? It was right here.
Did someone take my report from Child Protective Services?
- Special K. - Uh, can we not call me that
anymore, please? - Yeah, I don't love it either.
Did you read the CPS report from Wendell's custody dispute?
None of it's true.
It says he was raising the girls with dietary deficiencies,
feeding them junk.
You saw that garden.
Ever heard of a parent
who wants to hog all the veggies for themselves?
It doesn't make any sense.
Skip ahead to "insufficient educational environment."
What was insufficient about it, not enough iPads?
If Wendell Dunn was a bad parent, what does that make me?
Tell me I'm wrong.
You're not wrong.
Wendell never mistreated those girls.
They loved him. The maid loved him.
I mean, I-I think I love him.
The only person who seems to have hated him
was the social worker who wrote those lies.
Sarah Keller.
Nice glasses.
The girls have been missing for over 16 hours.
...are described as close siblings.
...doing everything in their power to find these girls.
Thanks for talking to us today, Sarah.
Did you hear about Wendell Dunn?
- Yeah, it was all over the news. - Mm.
Do you know what happened to him?
Well, that's why we're here.
You wrote a pretty severe CPS report on him.
Very severe.
I'm sorry. Who is she?
Morgan.
My job at CPS is to assess risk and anticipate incidents
in order to keep all kids out of harm's way.
I see. That must be a big responsibility.
Mm. Very big.
Yeah, it is.
Uh-oh. Oh, boy.
I sure have gotten a few of these in my day.
Makes it hard not to hate the mailman, doesn't it?
I also can't help but notice you and I buy the same dish soap.
Only $2.95 with tax.
And that tells me that you're short on cash, just like me.
And yet you were just able to take a trip to Kauai.
What makes you think that?
Well, the-- the lei still has fresh green berries
from the mokihana plant native to the island.
See, I've only ever been able to travel there in my mind,
'cause, like I just said, I'm typically pretty broke.
You know? Quick question.
And please feel free to not answer this one
without an attorney present.
Um, how comfy are those super-soft slippers
at a luxury five-star resort?
Geez, I just-- I wonder
what the "A" could possibly stand for.
Why'd you write all those mean things
about that super-sweet dead guy?
Did that rich old man give you a stay in one of his hotels
in exchange for you making his son-in-law
look like a crazy person,
when really he's just a very loving father
who wanted what was best for his girls and the entire planet?
Do I need a lawyer?
I mean, yeah.
We know you and Wendell had an argument yesterday.
Mr. Ashford knows a lot of people.
If I hadn't done what he said, I could have lost my job.
And if Wendell had reported you,
you would have lost it, too, right?
Oh, you think that I killed him?
Tell us why we shouldn't.
Wendell asked to meet me.
He said he was gonna go public about what Mr. Ashford did.
I said I would write a new report, but he refused.
He said that his father-in-law bought out a lot of people
and that it was time to stop.
Wait. I'm sorry. So Mr. Ashford bribed others?
Wendell said he had evidence to bring him down,
stop him from destroying the planet with any more hotels.
I tried to change his mind, but I couldn't, so I...
I left.
Uh-huh. Keep using your words.
I told Mr. Ashford what Wendell was planning to do.
And what exactly did you think Mr. Ashford would do?
You should be out looking for Paige and Ellie,
not whatever this is.
He wasn't even here last night. Tell him, Curtis.
We had to drive to one of his properties in San Diego.
We weren't back until 10:00.
- How was traffic? - Bad.
Traffic's always bad.
You get one of those tickets from the toll?
No. Fast pass.
Yeah, write down your make and model.
We'll check the cameras.
Or you could just skip to the truth, Curtis.
Did Mr. Ashford pressure you to lie?
Curtis.
He did. I don't know where Mr. Ashford was last night.
But I didn't drive him anywhere.
Jon would never hurt the girls.
Mia, tell him.
Well, we'll keep you informed.
Where is she?
Excuse me.
What are you doing in Jon's office?
We still got to find the girls.
The maid told me she saw Wendell coming out of here.
Look. Pink streaks.
Just like the photo of the couple by the pool.
I don't think Mr. Ashford would hurt those girls,
but we still need to get him to tell us where they are.
If you have any actual evidence,
now would be the time, Detective.
Oh, don't worry. I'm on your schedule, Counsel.
Mr. Ashford, is this one of your hotels?
Could be. I have quite a few.
Wendell actually printed that up
from the computer in your home office.
Oh, by the way, you should really consider replacing your ink-jets there.
You see these streaks? It's like a signature.
If he needs to tag us in,
do you guys have, like, a signal or something?
Karadec can handle this guy.
Yeah, yeah. Of course.
How's this even relevant?
You know, none of us could understand
why Wendell had this photo on him,
until we zoomed in on the woman here.
We noticed one of your hotel bags.
Well done. You've proven that my client's hotels
provide guests with wonderful swag.
We made some calls, actually.
And it turns out the gentleman in the photo
is actually a judge on the San Mateo County Superior Court.
And a few years ago, he allowed you
to build one of your lovely hotels in a protected area,
despite complaints from environmental groups
that your hotel would...
"have devastating impacts on the sensitive coastal environment."
Are you sleeping okay?
Yeah. I'm just a little tired.
A few months prior, believe it or not,
the same judge was in the Maldives with his wife
at one of your lovely resorts.
Now, I've never really understood the difference
between a hotel or a resort.
And quite honestly, I don't really care.
But what I do know is that the judge
invited his entire family to celebrate his 60th.
That's pricey, but I think he gave you the real gift, didn't he?
I mean, the freedom to do whatever you wanted
so long as nobody found out.
But Wendell did.
And Wendell had evidence, and Wendell was going public.
Even if your allegations were true,
Mr. Dunn's unavailable to testify.
Sarah is.
You remember Sarah, Jon?
Sarah Keller, the social worker that you pressured,
the one who called to warn you.
And right after, you texted this number--
"Must speak. Urgent."
Now, that text was sent to a prepaid phone
purchased at a gas station.
Who did you text?
My client has no further comments.
I bet.
I think your client pays guys with prepaid phones
to make problems go away.
And your son-in-law, Wendell, boy, oh, boy,
he was a problem, wasn't he, Jon?
I would never tell anyone to hurt the girls' father.
Well, that's a relief.
Anyway, if Ellie and Paige
witnessed the murder of their father,
they can certainly identify who did it.
So I guess I only have one question for you.
How long do you think your prepaid phone guy
is willing to risk leaving your granddaughters alive?
Please, Mr. Ashford, tell me how to find him.
His name is Eddie Malone.
We have eyes on the suspect.
Guys, he's going for his pocket.
He could have a weapon.
It's keys, you guys.
He was just going for his keys in his pocket.
We're good, we're good.
Let's move.
LAPD!
Turn around. Eddie Malone, you're under arrest,
reasonable suspicion.
So Eddie admits that Mr. Ashford
paid him to keep Wendell quiet.
But he insists that when he got to Wendell's house,
he saw Mia arguing with him and left.
Mia never mentioned she saw Wendell the day he died.
No, but if she knew Wendell was going public with information
that would ruin her father, she had motive.
What? Motive to what?
Kill her ex-husband?
Please tell me you're not taking this man's word
over a mother of two who's desperate to find her girls.
We need to consider all options.
That's how we get Paige and Ellie home.
Okay, but this is a guy you call
when you need things cleaned up, right?
We can't trust him. - You're right.
And I can see him killing Wendell.
But planting rows of potatoes over his body?
They were tomatoes. And why not? I can picture it.
Well, the fresh tire track at Wendell's house
turned out to be a match for Mia's car.
Since when?
We got a text from Oz about an hour ago.
But Mia wasn't a suspect at the time, so...
What? And she is now?
Come on. You guys, use your imaginations.
She could have swung by to grab some rutabagas
or-- or the girls' homework.
Or, you know, they're trying to iron out the details
of a nasty divorce.
No. - Get this.
Mia Ashford withdrew 100 grand
just before the banks closed today.
I had a unit swing by her parents' house,
but they don't know where she is.
Okay, why don't we just call the woman
and ask her to explain herself?
- She's in your phone? - Well, yeah.
She was upset. We talked, exchanged numbers.
This is Mia. Please leave a message.
Okay, listen to me.
Are you seriously saying that you think Mia
killed her ex-husband and kidnapped her own kids?
I'm saying we can't rule it out.
Parental abductions happen. - Yeah, they sure do.
And if the girls are with their mother,
at least we know they're not in danger.
Oh, th-that's great, that's great.
So the one thing that we do agree on
is that the woman's not planning on
murdering her own two children.
That's so great.
It feels so great to be on the same page.
She might be keeping the girls quiet
if they witnessed Mia kill their father.
- Oh, my God. - Look, look. It's late.
There's nothing more we can do tonight.
I want you all to go home and get some rest.
But leave your phones on.
Should another lead come up, we're right back here.
In the meantime, our friend Eddie spends the night.
And, Daphne, move Mia's photo
over to the suspect side of the case board.
- Oh, my God. - We need to find her.
Until she gives us answers, we consider her a suspect.
You cannot be serious. This is so stupid.
Morgan, no one is saying that you're wrong.
But you have to understand-- - I understand this woman!
She's terrified.
She doesn't know where her kids are.
And I promised her that she could trust us.
- You alright? - Yeah, I'm fine.
You know, the lab is still testing the van for evidence.
Maybe they'll find-- - You and I both know
they're not gonna find anything.
That's what Eddie does. He cleans up, remember?
Do I need to explain to you
how enzyme-based cleaners break down the proteins in blood?
You heard Soto, right, Morgan?
She said we all need to go get some rest, especially you.
Yeah.
Gosh, everyone's got such great advice.
Let me tell you something. I didn't rest for the 27 hours
leading up to finding out that two little girls were kidnapped.
Wait, what? Are you serious?
So I'm not sure what you think is gonna happen
when I lay my head down on my pillow tonight
knowing that Ellie and Paige are still out there.
You think I'm just gonna just drift right off
to sweet slumberland, you know, maybe recharge my batteries?
I can guarantee you there will be no resting.
You told Mia she could trust us.
But maybe, just maybe, we can't trust her.
Either way, you and I are on the same team here, Morgan.
It has now been over 24 hours
since the Ashford sisters were last seen.
- Hey, Mama. - Hi.
Thanks for staying late. - Yeah.
- How's everybody here? - We're doing great.
We got some leftover pizza for you.
I'm gonna put this little lady down before I head out.
Good night.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, don't throw that away.
You save that for the compost. - What compost?
The compost we're getting tomorrow.
We're getting a compost.
What am I supposed to do with this until then?
Just, like, hang on to it?
Yeah, hang on to it. Come here first.
- Mom? - Yeah?
You okay?
Yes. Better now.
...genetic material with even greater specificity.
I've seen enough.
- I love you. - Love you, too.
You been on that thing all day?
I'm watching an eight-part docuseries on CRISPR technology.
Well, that's a lot of parts.
Why don't you do four tonight and four tomorrow?
But I am already on part seven.
Alright, well, move it away from your face a little bit.
And when you're done, I want an essay
on both the science and the ethics.
- Okay. - Okay?
- Love you, buddy. - Bye.
You know how to clear a room.
Everything okay?
There are just things that we care about that we shouldn't
and things that we don't care about that we should,
and we really ought to figure out which is which,
because I would love to have a world for my kids to grow up in.
Uh-huh. Cold or microwaved?
I don't know.
I'm sorry. No more questions.
I'm sure you have enough in your head already.
I'm so-- I'm sorry. It's not you. You're great.
I just-- My brain just wouldn't work today,
and I really needed it to.
Hey, you with half a brain
beats the rest of us on our best day.
Those little girls deserve to have it be my best day.
The girls were last seen yesterday afternoon
around 3:00 p.m.,
where neighbors reported seeing the girls...
There was nothing in the spotlight.
Someone moved that Buddha. Why?
They moved the Buddha
'cause they wanted to open the cabinets.
But nothing looked like it was missing.
Nothing was missing, so something was switched.
Do you see?
Something was switched.
Pizza to go, then.
- We're closed. - Doesn't look like it.
How did you know I'd be here?
Well, Google tells me that this guy
is an expert in Chinese antiques.
And your mom loves China.
Honestly, I think your family's
hogging all the books on the subject.
So tell me, am I correct
that the Ming at your parents' house is a fake?
Because it had a little boy playing colin-maillard on it,
and that wouldn't exactly be historically accurate, would it?
- Well-- - No, it's not,
because colin-maillard became a hit in the 16th century,
so little boys wouldn't be playing it in the Ming.
You know what? It doesn't matter. That's not the point.
The point is, the Ming at your parents' house is not real
because you put a fake in there to replace the real one,
which is... right here.
Right?
So tell me, Mia, why do you need so much cash?
None of your business.
Could you give us the room, please?
The police should be out there finding your daughters,
not running all over town looking for you.
- I can't speak to the police. - Well, great.
I'm not the police.
A man called me saying that he had Paige and Ellie
and if I don't give him 200 grand by tonight
that they'll end up like Wendell.
I could only withdraw half from the bank, so...
Mia, we have to call the police. This is--
No, no, no, if I call the police, he'll kill them.
That's what he said. Please.
That's why I couldn't go to my parents for the money.
Because I knew they would start making calls.
Why didn't you tell me you saw Wendell before he died?
I couldn't tell anyone,
not without sending my father to jail.
I only went to Wendell's to beg him not to report my father.
But he wouldn't listen, so I went home.
Look, my father is a flawed man,
but he's always been there for me and the girls.
I'm sorry.
When's the meet?
Tonight at midnight.
They texted a location.
Please believe me.
I have no idea who kidnapped my daughters.
I'm going with you.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
No, I have no idea.
What I do know is that I'm not gonna let you do this alone.
I know you're scared. We got this.
Mia step out of the car, please.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
- Please, my girls. - Thank you.
Wait, wait, wait. Hang on, hang on. Let me explain.
We're gonna go down to the station.
We're gonna handle this the right way.
Stop. You need to trust each other.
- You called the cops? - No, I didn't. I called him.
- Why? - Because if these were my kids,
I would want him here.
She needs to take that. - No, she doesn't.
Karadec, this is a ransom.
If I don't pay this guy, my girls will die.
Please.
Speakerphone.
- Hello? - I hope you're alone.
- I am. - And you brought the money?
Yes. Now where are my daughters?
I'll text you the location.
Be there in five minutes or they die.
Okay.
I have to go. - No, you don't.
As long as you don't give the man what he wants,
your girls are safe. - He said five minutes.
It's too soon. I need backup.
Karadec, they'd never make it here in time.
Please.
Morgan, give her your phone.
What is he doing?
Answer it.
Okay, keep that in your pocket so I can hear everything.
If anything happens, I'll step in.
- Okay. - Let's go.
Morgan, stay here.
Yes?
Keep walking.
Okay.
Go into the auditorium.
Where are you?
See the door on your right?
Yes.
Go inside.
- Now what? - Hook the bag.
L-Let me talk to my girls first.
Do exactly as I tell you and everything will be alright.
Where are they?
Are they with you?
Paige! Ellie! Where are you?!
Stop! LAPD!
Damn it!
- What's going on? - He's gone. They're gone.
What?
I put a car tracker in the money bag.
Come on.
Turn right here.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Ellie? Paige?
My girls. Open the trunk.
Open it! Open it!
Wait, wait!
Open it!
It's okay, it's okay.
They're not in there.
Okay.
It's not her fault.
- Oh? - It was my call.
Uh-huh.
Who are you, you short son of a bitch?
Come on. Think.
...a $500 bet on both teams that were trailing by 21.
- Boston's favored by 4 points. - Oh, my God.
Given how unpredictable the quarterback's performance
has been this season...
I know who took the girls.
When I first saw him parked outside, I was like,
why would he park under that tree?
That doesn't make any sense.
The birds and the leaves,
the cleanup of the car would be a nightmare.
And then I realized, oh, he's parked there
because he can see inside Mia's bedroom window from the mirror.
Curtis is in love with Mia.
Now, when he couldn't win big at gambling,
he figured, why not give the ransom game a try?
Because he was gonna need money
if he wanted to sweep an Ashford off her feet.
So he planned to kidnap the girls
to get the money to win her hand
and was the knight in shining armor for Mia
during the most traumatic day of her life to win her heart.
But how?
We were so focused on Jon's fake alibi,
but it was really Curtis who was hiding behind it.
He must have shown up to Wendell's
in the middle of dinner, got into a fight with him
in the greenhouse, where he killed him,
buried the body, then came back inside to take the girls.
Wendell didn't deserve Mia.
The horrible farm that he forced her to live on.
And then the custody dispute.
And now her father's in prison.
I...
I couldn't let him hurt my family.
So you loved Mia. That's why you killed Wendell.
And that's why you kidnapped Mia's girls.
No, I was gonna bring the girls back.
And play the hero? Was that your big plan?
You wanted to stage a dramatic rescue?
Tell me where they are! - I don't know where they are!
Alright. Curtis, listen to me.
It's not too late for you to do the right thing.
Just tell me where you took Ellie and Paige.
If they're really family to you, then let's bring them home safe.
He took them to the San Gabriel Mountains.
He said they ran off this morning
and he couldn't find them.
San Gabriels are huge.
970 square miles
with a range in elevation spanning 8,500 feet.
They've been out there for hours.
Call search and rescue.
I want aerial support and EMS on site.
Got it.
- Paige! - Ellie!
Ellie! Paige!
"Rule number one-- when lost, go north."
How would the girls know that?
The book says you have three options--
moss, sun, or migratory birds.
- Moss? - Paige! Can you hear us?!
Ellie!
- Paige! - Paige!
Ellie!
- Call out if you can hear us. - Ellie!
Walnut shells.
We're here to help you!
Rule number two-- feed off forest resources.
Ellie!
Paige!
- Paige! - Girls, can you hear us?!
Rule number three--
indicate your presence with a recognizable sign.
Over here! This way!
Ellie!
And take shelter while you wait for help.
Well?
Well... today was a good day.
- It was a good day, wasn't it? - Mm.
I owe you something, Morgan.
A thank-you. For trusting me.
- Did I do that? - Um, when you texted me
to come help you guys with the kidnapper, yeah.
I mean, you gave me enough time to get there.
You didn't give me enough time to call for backup, though,
which, once I realized the career-ending debacle
you threw me into, was a little--
Were you thanking me?
Is that how this whole rant started?
Yeah.
Well, I would like to thank you
for not going full "Rambo: First Blood Part II"
like I know you wanted to. - Mm.
Do you think this will ever happen again, hmm?
Us trusting each other? - I don't. I don't.
It was good while it lasted, though.
It was fine.
Guillory.
Come here.
- Are we hugging? - Absolutely not.
Okay, well, take it easy. Don't have to say it like that.
My badge?
Wh-- Oh, I must have lost it.
You lost it. And I found it in the woods.
Get some rest, Detective.
You too, consultant.
♪ And love doesn't fade away ♪
♪ And everyone stays the same ♪
♪ And, no, it doesn't hurt to be alive ♪