- How's Ella?
- Poor kid lost her mother.
And nothing I do
can make that okay.
They need me to name
a temporary guardian for Ella.
Whatever you need.
What about you?
Grieving. Numb.
I don't know how you do it
all by yourself.
You just do it.
I'll be home soon.
I just wanted to see you.
She has so much anxiety
about me coming home
at the end of the day.
Can't blame her.
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
Hey.
Jubal said you wanted to see me?
Yeah, yeah.
Um, Maggie called in late.
Something to do with Ella.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, as much as it can be.
Meaning?
She said that Ella's
having a hard time adjusting.
Some mornings are better than others.
So this isn't the first time?
She has her hands full.
But it's Maggie, right?
She pushes through.
Well, that is what I'm worried about...
she will push herself.
Especially after losing Jessica
and denying bereavement,
I've just been keeping my eye on her.
So have I.
But she seems good?
Yeah, I think the work helps.
It gives her something
to throw herself into.
She needs it.
I haven't noticed anything concerning.
Okay. Good.
Well, you let me know
if that changes, all right?
[PENSIVE MUSIC]
And the crazy part...
that clown kept swinging at me,
so I locked his arm,
heard a pop.
I mean, you should have
heard him screaming.
Glad I didn't.
Well, this is my block. [CHUCKLES]
Come on, which building is yours?
Um...
God, you're gorgeous.
Your picture on the app
doesn't do you justice.
Yet you sent a "like" emoji.
I gotta confess.
I was gonna walk
if you wasn't hot in person.
Can I see you again?
Sure. I'll text you in a few days.
What the hell happened here?
It happens a lot.
Probably kids messing around.
Maybe or maybe not.
Maybe I should walk you to your door.
- It's...
- My mother raised me right.
I'm not taking no for an answer.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
I can hang for a bit if you want.
Sorry. Just like you,
my mother raised me right.
[LOCK CLICKING]
Besides, we just met. [CHUCKLES]
- [PERSON SCREAMING]
- [GLASS SHATTERS]
What are you doing?
It's okay, it's okay.
I know what I'm doing.
Just get inside
while I check things out.
- You have a g*n on you?
- It's legal. Don't worry.
Please, just put the g*n away.
Let me just call the cops.
♪
911. What's your emergency?
Hi. Yes, there's a woman next door.
She's screaming about something.
- What's your location?
- It's 535 West 35th Street.
- Are you in a safe spot?
- I don't know. I...
- [g*nsh*t]
- Ma'am, are you okay?
Ma'am?
Ma'am, are you there?
Hello? Hello?
Hello?
Will?
Are you okay?
[SCREAMS]
♪
Victim's name is Will Douglas...
had his federal ID on him
when he was sh*t.
Oh, so he was a security
guard over at the FDIC.
Yeah. Uh, since he's a Fed,
we figured you guys
- would wanna take the handle.
- Sure.
Do we know if he got a sh*t off?
Any g*nsh*t residue on the hands?
GSR test came back negative.
What about the sh**t?
Did he leave any shell casings behind?
Already marked for ERT to process.
Do we know if Will was living
here in the building?
No... according
to the woman who called 911,
her and Will were coming back
from a coffee date,
and they heard some woman
screaming inside this apartment.
The woman that screamed...
did she see what happened?
I assume so.
The trouble is, she's not here.
What do you mean she's not here?
She's missing.
So you're thinking the sh**t took her?
Well, that's the theory.
Do we have an ID on her?
Yeah. Her name is Denise Parker,
and she is eight months pregnant.
Where's the woman that called 911?
She lives down the hall.
Denise is in her 20s...
white, blonde.
We heard her arguing with a man,
and then she started screaming,
so Will ran off to help.
And then I heard g*nshots.
Do you remember what Denise
and the man were arguing about?
It was something about her baby.
You know if Denise is married?
No.
You ever met the father of her baby?
Not officially.
I've seen him swing by the
apartment from time to time.
The other day I saw him
drop off a bouquet of flowers.
Okay. What's he look like?
Latino...
average height, mustache.
All right, so, folks, listen up.
Federal employee Will Douglas
was k*lled this morning
when he tried to intervene
in a possible domestic dispute.
And if that's not horrific enough,
the pregnant woman he was
trying to save is now missing.
There is no ID on the sh**t,
but the abducted woman is Denise Parker.
Right. Okay. So.
Wait, that... that's not right, right?
The witness said Denise was in her 20s.
And eight months pregnant.
I ran the social security number
she supplied on her
apartment rental application.
It came back to a 70-year-old
woman who d*ed six months ago.
So Denise d*ed, and our missing woman
- assumed her identity?
- Yeah.
Looks like it.
But I've been going through
the photo log
of items that Scola and OA
found at the scene.
There are several pictures
in the apartment of the woman
witnesses described.
Okay. Uh, Kelly?
- No hits on facial rec.
- Okay.
Uh, well, ERT is still
processing the scene.
I'll have them grab anything
that might have her DNA on it.
Good. What about ballistics?
Uh, rounds recovered from the
victim were from a 9-millimeter,
but there's no ballistics match on file.
- And surveillance footage?
- We're still working on it.
All right, let's talk about
the guy the witness mentioned,
the one who dropped off the flowers.
There are several receipts
in the photo log as well...
groceries, flowers, clothes...
all purchased by the same man,
Arturo Reyes, age 35, here from Colombia
on a work visa
that expired six months ago.
- Matches the description.
- Good. Let's bring him in.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
- [DEVICE BEEPS]
- Okay.
Looks like Reyes's phone
is pinging in this vicinity.
Hey, Scola.
- That's him.
- Yeah.
- Arturo Reyes... FBI.
- Hands!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Okay, okay, relax.
Up.
Hey, I'm cooperating.
No need to put a g*n on me.
- Is this your building?
- Yeah.
You got a woman up there, Arturo?
A woman? What are you, my mother?
Denise Parker. She's pregnant, okay?
- Do you know her?
- What?
You think Denise is in my apartment?
So you do know her?
Well, yeah, but w-why would
she be here in my apartment?
Why don't you tell me?
All right, let's try this another way.
Where were you at 8:00 a.m. today?
Working, doing deliveries.
- You stop by to see Denise?
- No. Why would I do that?
Because you're the father of her baby.
[LAUGHS] What are you talking about?
I barely know that lady.
We have receipts, okay?
You bring her flowers.
You buy her groceries.
Oh, you got it all wrong.
I'm just a delivery guy.
I run people's errands.
Okay, so somebody else paid
you to deliver those flowers.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
A customer of mine.
He sends stuff to Denise...
wants to make sure she
has everything she needs.
This customer have a name?
♪
Reyes's alibi checks out...
picking up a to-go order
at the time of the abduction.
All right, so what
about the guy who paid Arturo
to make the deliveries to Denise?
His name is Eric Webb...
lives on the Upper East Side.
Ah, 40, owner of Webb Fund Management.
He's a bit of a hedge fund celebrity.
Take a look.
His engagement made headlines
because his fiancée
refused to sign a prenup
without an infidelity clause.
- But she eventually signed?
- Yes.
They were married a year ago.
So, if his wife were
to find out about, say,
a pregnant mistress
he was financially supporting,
that would cost him a lot of money?
$55 million if said infidelity
happened within the first
five years of marriage.
Ooh, that sounds like motive to me.
♪
FBI!
Eric Webb?
♪
We got signs of struggle
in the master bedroom.
Okay, we're clear.
[MUFFLED GROANING]
♪
[MUFFLED GROANING, WHIMPERING]
Your housekeeper is gonna be fine.
Thank God you guys came.
I-I thought we were gonna die.
She says she didn't see much.
Can you walk us through what happened?
This morning, I'd say around 6:00 a.m.,
our housekeeper was letting herself in
when a man put a g*n to her
back, forced his way inside.
I figured he was here to rob us,
but then he started asking
about our surrogate.
- "Surrogate"?
- Denise.
- Denise is your surrogate?
- Yes.
So the man with the g*n
was looking for her?
Yeah, he, uh... well, he came
across a social-media post
that we had made with Denise.
He demanded that we tell him
where she was living, or he'd k*ll us.
Oh, my God. Did he...
Is she okay?
She was abducted.
- But you don't know if...
- No, we don't.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Can you tell us
what this man looked like?
Couldn't see his face.
He was wearing a COVID mask
and a hoodie.
What happened once
you told him where Denise was?
Well, he tied us up, and he took off.
Did he indicate
why he was looking for her?
No.
You have to understand,
we were terrified.
We didn't want to give
this animal her address.
No, you did the right thing.
And we're gonna do everything we can
to find Denise...
and the baby.
We're gonna need access
to your security system.
All right, look alive, everyone.
This is the first visual
we have of our suspect.
Height scrub says
he's approximately 5'7".
Getaway car is a blue van, no plates.
So no facial rec
and no leads on the car.
- Exactly.
- Yeah, I think we got him.
Ah, music to my ears. What do you got?
I've been scouring video
within a 10-block radius
of the abduction.
- Check it out.
- Hmm.
Looks like he's reattaching the plate.
Can you punch in, get the numbers?
Yep.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay, 03 Juliet 5, Romeo 1.
Okay, plates are registered
to a Derek Keating...
History of as*ault
and disorderly conduct.
Does the physical match?
No, Keating's taller
than 5'7"... he's 6 foot.
Well, it's still his vehicle.
Let's get down there
and see what he knows.
I'll call Maggie and OA.
♪
It's clear.
What the hell is going on?
FBI. We have some questions to ask you.
- About what?
- Your van.
Who else has been driving it?
- Anyone else in the house?
- No, it's just me.
- I live alone.
- Okay.
For our safety, we're gonna
need to check that out.
OA. Stay with him!
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Maggie, go!
Jubal, we lost him.
Let's go.
This is clear.
There's no sign of Denise.
Okay, time to start talking.
Who was that man that ran away from us?
Your car was used in the commission
of a homicide, and an abduction.
It's not the time
to start playing games.
Wait, he k*lled someone?
And he abducted a pregnant woman.
So who is he?
He's my son Travis.
He asked to borrow my van.
He dropped it back off
early this morning.
I had no idea that...
oh, God.
Mr. Keating, where's
your son Travis going now?
I don't know. I swear, I don't.
- Does he have a cell phone?
- He doesn't own one.
- Does he live here?
- No.
I haven't heard from him in months.
Look, this is in
the best interest of your son.
The more we know,
the more we can help him.
His mother d*ed last year.
And ever since, he's been
in a really dark place...
living on the streets, self-medicating.
And then he, what,
just showed up out of nowhere?
Yeah.
But he was clean. He was drug-free.
And he wanted to use your van.
And you didn't think to ask him why?
He's my kid.
I said yes because I-I wanted
to reconnect.
I wanted to help him.
What else did he say?
He just seemed really happy.
He told me I helped him
earn his place in paradise.
And if I relinquished
all my earthly possessions,
I could join him there as well.
- T-to where?
- I don't know.
It was just crazy talk.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
All right, folks,
this is Travis Keating...
a young man who claims he has
earned his way into paradise.
What that means, I have no idea.
But priority number one
is tracking him down
and finding out
what he's done with Denise.
I'm not showing any phones
or devices registered to him.
Any other addresses on file?
None that I can find
on his past employment records.
He did have a social media account
but hasn't posted in a while.
And when he did post,
anything interesting?
Mostly biblical and spiritual messages.
Last post was three months ago.
Claimed he was finally good with God.
Hmm, last I checked,
k*lling and kidnapping
is frowned upon by most gods.
- Got something.
- Yeah.
Facial rec hit on a camera covering
the 7 train on 34th Street.
Looks like he's taking it west.
Okay, so, if he's heading west,
the next stop and last stop
on that train is Hudson Yards.
♪
We're approaching the subway now.
Hey, hey, I-I have eyes on Keating.
He's headed towards The High Line.
Okay, go.
♪
Running north on The High Line
towards 35th.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Move! Watch out!
We got sh*ts fired. He's moving east.
Down, down!
♪
Where's Denise?
Where is she?
- Where she belongs.
- Where is she?
Answer me!
♪
Bad news, Travis.
Ballistics matched the
to the m*rder of Will Douglas.
That means you are staring
at life in prison.
Right now is your only chance
to shave some time off,
but you need to tell me where Denise is.
You said she is where she belongs.
What does that mean?
She's being cleansed.
Cleansed of what?
- [SCOFFS] The sin inside her.
- Hmm.
Are you talking about the baby?
With the family's help,
he's gonna fix what's been broken.
Who is he?
What family? What are you talking about?
They're gonna make her pure again.
Yeah.
They're gonna make her pure again.
[MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY]
Travis, come on, man.
[MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY]
I will be rewarded in the afterlife
when I'm welcomed into God's open arms
in His kingdom of heaven,
when I'm installed...
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
He just keeps rambling about the baby.
I know. I've been watching
from my office.
Good news is that it sounds
like she's still alive,
or at least he believes she is.
All right. Just keep pressing him
for more information.
Okay.
All right, people,
we've just learned two things
from Travis Keating...
one, he has co-conspirators,
and, two, they're planning
on harming the baby.
Unfortunately, he did not
give up her location,
so that is on us,
and the clock is ticking.
So, Elise, what do you guys got?
I've been scrubbing footage
near his father's house,
but no indication where Travis went
- before he returned the van.
- Right. Okay, Kelly?
I ran Travis's MetroCard.
Looks like he purchased it
two days ago with a debit card.
I thought we ran his financials,
- and he had no accounts.
- Uh, we did.
The card comes back to a shell corp...
Divine Witness, LLC.
According to the IRS,
it's owned by a pastor...
Aaron Mamet.
Okay, here we go.
It looks like our reverend
is also a sinner.
We got fraud, as*ault.
He's also under investigation
for child abuse.
The question is, how is he connected
to our missing woman... ex-wife, lover?
Try daughter.
DNA results came back on a toothbrush
taken from the abductee's apartment.
She's a familial match to Aaron Mamet.
Her real name is Denise Mamet.
Okay, so, obviously,
if she assumed a dead woman's identity,
she does not wanna be found
or associated with Mamet.
But why?
- Hey, Jubal.
- Andre, talk to me.
I ran Mamet's name...
got an active case notice.
Uh-huh.
Okay, so the file is sealed
by A*F Special Agent in Charge Roberts.
Not for long.
Nice work.
Mamet's more
than just an abuser or a con.
He's a leader of a radical cult
known as the Sacred Testament.
Claims to be the voice of God.
Uh, that explains
Keating's bizarre comments.
Oh, well, so what is A*F's involvement?
About a year ago,
we got intel that these guys
were stockpiling a*t*matic
weapons on a large scale.
So you have enough to search
the property, and make an arrest?
I already have the warrant signed.
But we have no interest in making entry.
Why is that?
Mamet has told his followers
that he would rather die
than become a prisoner.
If we go in hard, and they turn
those weapons on us,
it could turn into another Waco.
Look, I get it. Nobody wants that.
But what is your plan?
We're up on the compound,
surveilling 24-7.
The second Mamet steps outside
the commune, we're gonna grab him.
Trouble is, he rarely leaves.
Right. What does rarely mean exactly?
Every two weeks or so.
Well, we don't have that kind of time.
Chances are, Mamet abducted
his pregnant daughter
to k*ll her baby.
Yeah, we need to get inside
and... and rescue her,
- and we need to do it now.
- Do you have any proof
that Denise Mamet
is actually inside the commune?
No, not yet.
Then it's still our show.
We scrubbed the A*F files.
Found Travis driving into the commune
an hour after Denise was abducted...
- leaving ten minutes later.
- Okay, any sign of Denise?
Not from this angle, but look at this.
♪
Oh, there's someone
in the back of the van.
Yeah, that's gotta be Denise, right?
Good. Well, we have proof she's there.
- I'll notify A*F.
- Yeah.
♪
I got eyes on Mamet.
He's surrounded by mostly
women and children.
Oh, yeah.
They've also got adult males
patrolling the property.
It looks like a few of them
got g*ns tucked in their waistbands.
Copy.
- Any sign of Denise?
- Negative.
All these women and children...
this could get ugly quick.
Yeah.
All right, team's
in position, we're a go.
Remember, this is
a simple sneak-and-peek
to confirm if Denise
is inside the commune.
Listen, I understand,
but if we see Denise,
we are acting on it,
and we're gonna get her
the hell out of there.
That wasn't part of the plan.
It is now.
If she's in there, we're going in.
♪
Prior footage
indicates food delivery
typically takes ten minutes to unload.
You have that amount of time
to find Denise, extract her,
- and get back to the truck.
- Understood.
We're all set.
Pulling up to the front gate now.
♪
- Afternoon.
- Where's Julio?
Julio's got the flu.
What's your name?
Stuart.
Just between you and I, he's fine.
He's just at the track
blowing off some steam.
All right.
In and out... you can
follow me to the main house
and unload on the porch.
You got it.
♪
Whatever you do, stick to the plan.
Find Denise, get her back to the van,
and get the hell out of there.
♪
All right, let's roll.
Okay, we're in.
Copy that. Be careful.
Okay, Maggie and OA,
I'm monitoring the three places
where Denise could be held.
Right now your path
to the main house is blocked,
so you're gonna have to start
with the maintenance shed
and the garage.
[TENSE MUSIC]
All right, let's split up.
You take the maintenance shed.
Okay.
♪
Maggie, any sign of Denise
in the garage?
No, not yet.
[SIGHS] She's not here.
There's a few months' worth
of food and medicine in here.
♪
Guys, I found their weapons.
Looks like they're illegally
converting AR-15s to fully-a*t*matic.
A*F was right.
Mamet's preparing for a w*r.
I want SWAT ready to breach
if this thing goes sideways.
Absolutely not. There's still
no proof Denise is in there.
Maggie, OA, keep looking.
Clock is ticking.
Hold on, OA, stop.
There's a guard headed your way.
♪
[DRAWER OPENS]
He's gone. You're clear.
♪
[WHISPERING] Tiff, we can't
get in the main entrance.
We... we need somewhere else.
Okay, you're gonna have to go
to the back basement entrance.
There should be a stairwell there.
Okay, let us know when we're clear.
Go now. Go.
♪
Scola, we're gonna need a diversion.
Oh, sh**t. I'm so sorry about that.
Do you mind helping me out?
I got a bad back.
You might be
in the wrong line of work, pal.
You might be right.
Watch your head.
♪
According to the blueprint,
the first floor is all common area,
so I doubt she'll be held there.
Your best bet is one
of the three bedrooms
on the second floor.
Open up the wrong door,
all hell could break loose.
We don't have much of a choice.
♪
- Let's split up.
- Yeah.
- It's clear.
- Clear.
OA.
Denise, I'm Special Agent Maggie Bell.
This is Special Agent Zidan.
We're with the FBI.
Oh, please, you have
to get me out of here.
Guys, we found Denise.
Great. Extract her and get
the hell out of there.
We can't. She's chained to a bed.
Please, my father...
he's gonna k*ll the baby.
He said it's evil and impure, and...
We're not gonna let that happen.
Scola, how much time do we have?
I'd say probably about five minutes.
Anything more than that,
they're gonna chase me out of here.
I saw bolt cutters
in the maintenance shed.
Okay. Yeah, go.
- Please don't leave me.
- I'm not going anywhere.
[SIGHS]
I can't believe
this is really happening.
We're gonna get you
out of here, I promise.
Hey.
You guys, I've been b*rned.
A boy just saw me with Denise.
- Okay, I'm on my way back.
- OA, stop.
♪
That little boy just notified a guard.
He's headed inside.
You need to get your people
the hell out of there.
The guard is already inside the house.
- There's no time.
- Maggie, hide now.
- Where is she?
- What are you talking about?
The woman you were talking to.
Don't play dumb.
[g*nsh*t]
What was that?
Guys, I just heard a g*nsh*t.
♪
Tiff, I'm headed to Maggie. Talk to us.
- Scola, you're clear.
- Maggie, what's happening?
[g*nsh*t]
[ALARM BLARING]
What the hell is that?
That alarm means there's
an outsider on the commune.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[BLARING CONTINUES]
- Hey.
- Come on.
♪
Come on, come on, come on! Go, go, go!
- Go, go, go, go, go!
- Fan out!
[WHISPERING] Guys, this
is going from bad to worse.
They're arming themselves.
Send backup now.
I'm with Maggie now.
We've barricaded the door.
Now would be a great time
to send some help.
Get me a sledge.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
[BLARING CONTINUES]
We need to move now.
I have sn*pers in position
and SWAT ready to make entry.
There are too many women
and children in there.
No, it's too late for that.
We're going in.
Deploy the SWAT team. Make entry.
Okay! Oscar Mike! Let's roll!
Wait! Hold, hold!
Hold! Don't move!
What happened?
The men are surrounding the main house,
and the women and children
are protecting them.
They're getting
in the line of fire.
♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
- [POUNDING ON DOOR]
- [SHUDDERING]
This is exactly
what we didn't want to happen.
There's no way this ends well.
We need to stand down.
We can start hostage negotiations
to get your people out.
We're not taking a knee.
- Any sign of Mamet?
- No, he disappeared.
Wait, I think that's him
with a guard, headed to a shed.
Kelly, can you push in right there?
Copy that.
It's him.
We gotta grab Mamet.
It's the only way to end this.
OA, Mamet and a guard
are headed to a shed
just east of your position.
You need to take him into custody
and get him to talk
his people down.
♪
FBI! Drop your w*apon!
[g*nshots]
[GROANS]
♪
Scola, what do we do?
It's over, Mamet.
It's over, okay? It's over!
Okay, okay. Don't sh**t.
Drop your w*apon.
I'm not gonna ask you again.
♪
Easy.
[STAMMERING] I need an ambulance.
Call them off.
- Call them off!
- No.
- I'd rather die.
- Then do it.
I'll sit here and wait, I swear to God.
- You wouldn't.
- Try me.
Call them off!
You're losing a lot of blood!
Call them off!
Now!
This is your prophet.
It's time to end this.
Lay down your weapons.
Stand down.
Put down your weapons.
Stand down.
[PANTS] It's over.
It's over.
Put your weapons down.
They're laying their weapons down.
- Go. Make entry. Go!
- Go, go!
[AGENTS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
♪
You're gonna be getting in here.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
You're letting me drive.
- That's quite the honor.
- [SCOFFS] Sure.
You okay?
Yeah.
It was a close call.
[SIGHS] Too close.
OA, an inch down or to the
left, and I would've...
It would've been over.
I worry about Ella.
I mean, how can I not? If-if...
If something were to happen to me,
that poor girl would
have to what, start over?
Again?
She needs me.
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Hey. Just got back from the hospital.
Denise and the baby are okay.
Thank God.
Where's Maggie?
Um, she took off.
She really had to go see Ella.
I told her I'd handle the paperwork.
Mm. Understandable.
Yeah, um, but Isobel...
I think today really shook her.
Is there any way that you could...
I don't know, demand that
she take some time off?
I just know
she's never gonna ask for it.
Yeah, I can.
Is that what you feel needs to happen?
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Yeah, I do.
She almost made that little
girl an orphan all over again.
So yes.
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