(sighs)
(alarm blaring in distance)
Hey, Eric, look. Please don't take my baby, please!
You don't have to do this. Stop packing the bag, okay?
Please, don't take my baby.
Don't take my baby, please.
No, please!
No, please, don't take her.
Kayla, sweetie.
You don't have to do this.
Just look at me.
Sweetie, come on. Don't take her.
Everything is going to be okay.
Take my hand; it's okay.
Come with me. Kayla, it's okay.
No! (screaming)
Don't take her, no!
No, no, don't take her!
Hey!
Mommy! Mommy!
Mommy's here.
No, no!
Mommy! Mommy!
She doesn't want to go.
She doesn't want to go!
Don't take her. Hey, Eric.
Don't do this, man. Please do something.
Let's do something.
Let her go, man.
I'm warning you.
Why are you doing this to us?
Why?!
Mrs. Biggs, there's a number on the letter I gave your husband.
Call it, somebody will tell you what your options are.
(spits)
You able to find overnight housing for the girl?
Yeah, there was an empty bed over at Shield House.
That's good, isn't it?
It's a bed.
Hey, we're going to hit
happy hour over at the Matador.
You want to come drink it off?
Not tonight, but thank you.
(objects rustling)
Hey, man, how's it going?
It's going.
What do we got?
We've got Eric Hayes, social worker.
Last night he removed a seven- year-old from her home.
PD says the girl's father nearly took his head off.
When the janitor came in this morning,
he found Hayes' office looking like this.
DANNY: What time was that at?
MARTIN: Eh, it was just after 5:00.
He never made it home and his wife was in Philly,
but she's on her way back.
What about security?
Apparently security is not in the budget around here.
And the back door was rigged so it would remain open
for the smokers-- anybody could have walked in here.
I'm thinking the pissed off dad from yesterday.
Yeah, I mean, he could be holding Eric hostage
until he gets his daughter back,
but I'm telling you, there's a lot of possibilities.
In the last couple of years,
this guy has removed 19 kids from bad situations,
and he's paid the price.
He's been stitched up at St. Luke's,
his tires have been slashed on his car,
he's had death threats...
Hello?
Are you with me, man?
Yeah, I...
You okay? What's going on?
I spent a lot of time in places like this when I was growing up.
So the faster we get out of here,
the happier I'll be, all right?
Yeah, I hear you, but I don't think
we're leaving here anytime soon.
We've sent Eric's photo to state police
and all hospitals in the area,
plus I have an APB out on his car.
What about the wife? She touch down yet?
Not for another half hour,
and we have an agent waiting for her at the terminal,
but I did get this: NYPD's files on Thomas Biggs.
Mm-hmm.
(groans)
Mm. Possession, aggravated assault,
domestic violence...
Should have lost his daughter a long time ago.
I know.
The wife said that he left
at 8:30 last night and never came back.
Did we talk to the foster home? See if he went after the kid?
He hasn't been there.
We should post an agent outside,
just in case he decides to pay a visit.
Got it.
All right.
So how many open cases does Eric have at the moment?
He's probably pushing 30, and most of these parents
are either drug addicts, abusive,
or have some sort of criminal record.
What could you tell us about Thomas and Lucinda Biggs?
He's violent, she takes it, and their
seven-year-old daughter's caught in the middle.
Eric's pushing hard to get him into anger management
so the family has a shot of staying together.
Obviously that didn't work.
Mr. Biggs didn't like
being told what to do.
Eric kept pushing though,
even after he told us he was moving on.
Eric quit?
Gave his 30-day notice last month.
Did he say why?
Same reason everyone else
around here quits-- it's their time.
I was sorry to hear he was leaving,
but I'll be honest.
He hasn't made his last week here very easy.
What's this I hear about Thomas Biggs
refusing entry in the home?
Oh, yeah, I showed up there yesterday
for a drop in... And you left,
I read your notes.
What was he even doing there?
Mrs. Biggs swore to me she filed
a restraining order last week. And did it ever
occur to you she may have lied?
I thought you made it clear
how serious this is.
She has a choice, either her husband or her child.
Yeah, and what's she supposed to do, kick him out herself?
She can call the police. She can call you.
What's going on with you, Eric?
You know what you need to do here.
Honestly, Harriet, we can take Kayla Biggs away
But half the placements don't have room for her, and I'm not
sure the ones that do are any better than where she's at.
Have you even looked at what you've been
writing in this file?
September 13, suspected drug use in the home.
October 1, more of the same.
October 2, domestic violence call.
If we can't do better than that, there's a serious problem.
All right, fine. I can convince him to leave.
I can... I'll talk to him. I'll get him back in a program.
You tried talking and it didn't work.
Next time you go back, if Thomas Biggs
is still in the house, you take the child out.
Eric didn't like the move, but that's his job,
at least for a few more days.
Is there any chance that there was something else
going on with a case that he didn't tell you about?
I don't see what else there could be.
Everything is in the file.
Let me guess: we're going to need a court order
before we see the case files, right?
This isn't your first barbecue.
I'm guessing the other social workers are off limits, too,
without a subpoena?
Look, I want to help you find Eric,
but the rules are clear.
Get me that subpoena, and I'll give you everything you want.
Fair enough.
(sighing)
I've tried for so long to get him to quit.
Now you think this guy did something to him?
We're not sure about that, yet.
We're looking for both of them.
Have you seen him before?
I don't think so, no.
Did anything happen
at work that made you concerned
for your husband's safety?
Not lately.
But back when he was new to the job,
he'd talk about it all the time.
Every day, another horrible story.
After a while he just stopped.
But it didn't make a difference
because I still saw the bites and the bruises.
Any idea why he finally quit?
Eric thought he was saving
these kids from bad situations.
Last month he realized he couldn't take it anymore.
Eric, what are you doing home?
It's 4:30.
Are you drunk?
I might be, a little.
You remember that song, "Dancing Queen", right?
The song from the '70s?
Sure. You know,
because it was playing on my way to work today,
and it just made me think of my sister
and... she-- she was crazy
about that song and I hated Abba, obviously.
But I would go to her room and we'd play that song so loud.
We'd blast it and we felt like,
you could feel the walls shaking. Eric?
It's funny, how a song can make you forget
your dad's in the other room beating your mom.
I quit today.
What?
I gave my notice. 30 days.
What happened?
I just...
...I can't do it anymore.
You know, all these years I thought
I was making a difference.
I wasn't doing anything but making everything worse.
Did something go bad today?
It's just that I let this kid down.
I was so busy doing my job...
I didn't do my job.
I'm sorry.
Eric spent so much of his life
running from what his dad did to them.
Then he found himself in a job
where he could relate to these kids,
and he couldn't always help them.
This kid that he thought he let down,
did he ever say anything else about it?
I figured it was one of his cases, but I didn't ask.
Do you think it has something to do with why he's missing?
It might.
I should have made him talk to me.
I was just so happy he was getting out.
Hey. Did the, uh, did the judge say
how much latitude we have to dig into Eric's cases?
You can dig as deep as you want to, but he was a little leery
of opening the door to the third-party privacy violations.
I'll let Martin know.
Oh. I can't get out of here right now. Um,
can we, uh...
reschedule the thing for-for later?
Later. I know your definition of later.
No, I'll just go on my own, and I'll call you.
Okay, great.
Okay.
Nobody's talking.
Think the suits and the guns have anything to do with it?
It's not the guns they're afraid of, it's the clipboards.
Hey, there's our man.
Thomas Biggs, FBI!
Come here!
I'll go around back!
Put your hands where I can see 'em!
Get off me, man. Get off!
Where's Eric Hayes?
The hell if I know! Get up!
You have anything in your pockets that could cut me?
Look, you got this all wrong, man. Do I?
Here.
Where's Eric Hayes? Why you asking me the same damn question?
I don't know!
Hey. This is a list of emergency foster homes
in the city on CPS letterhead.
Ah, let me guess-- Eric Hayes gave that to you, right?
Hey, I'm warning you, you keep
throwing me around and you're gonna be sorry.
Sorry? What, like Eric Hayes was sorry? Why do you
keep hitting me with that?
I didn't even touch that dude.
We know you followed him back to his office and that
you did a little redecorating while you were there.
So what? So I went there. Yeah, I doubt
it was for a list of foster homes.
You went there to bash his teeth
down his throat for taking your daughter.
So maybe you're right-- it still doesn't change
the fact that he wasn't there.
I don't believe you. Hey,
I'm telling the truth.
Look, why are you shaking me down
and not the punk that got in your boy's face the other day?
Tom, you know how this works.
You're not supposed to be here now. Unless you got
a piece of paper that says I got to go, I ain't going nowhere.
Can you not see that I'm trying to help you out here?
But if you're living in the home and you're not working
your anger management program, there's nothing I can do.
Then I guess we're done here, aren't we?
All right, look, at least let me check
on Kayla and Lucinda see how they're doing,
so I can put that in my report.
Now, how stupid do I look?
They're fine.
Yeah, I need to see that for myself. Kayla!
You're not coming inside my house.
Not today.
(tires screech)
What the hell are you doing here?
Get your ass back inside that house, now!
HAYES: What are you doing here?
Oh, do you really want to play games or you gonna answer my questions?
Where's Amy? I swear to you, I don't know anything.
WOMAN: Get out of here! I'm calling the cops!
(tires squealing)
Sosh got in his car and got out of here.
Next day, shows up with a couple of cops to take my kid.
The guy with the gun, did Eric say who he was?
I didn't ask.
Okay, great. Thanks.
Yeah, bye.
911 confirms Biggs' story.
A call came in from a neighbor who saw one white guy
waving a gun at another white guy in the street.
Well, that's very descriptive. Yeah.
Did Biggs recognize any of your guys?
No, he looked through all of the dads in Eric's caseload,
and none of them match the guy with the gun,
so I'm gonna get a sketch. Okay.
Sam, look at the board.
This guy's life sucks.
What if he just left on his own?
Well, someone waved a gun in his face and trashed his office.
I have a feeling there's more to it than that.
Well, maybe there isn't.
Social workers burn out.
When I was a kid, we had a social worker
that worked with my family for an entire year.
And then one day out of nowhere, he just quit.
Quit his job,
quit everything.
Want to know how he did it?
He left a note on a chair in his office that said "I quit."
Well, this guy didn't leave a note.
He just disappeared.
(sighs, groans)
He looks so angry.
Is he another parent from Eric's work?
Not that we can tell.
Now, are you aware
that your husband closed out his retirement account?
What?
He took out about $10,000 in cash.
When? A couple weeks ago.
Is it possible that he could have owed this man money?
I have no idea.
Any other reason why this man
would be pointing a gun in your husband's face?
When I went back to our apartment today,
I started going through all of Eric's things.
This was in a pair of his pants.
Brookhurst Motel.
We've never been to Connecticut.
Mrs. Hayes, do you think your husband was having an affair?
I thought I was just losing him to his job.
I guess I was wrong.
Okay, I will. Well, I really appreciate it.
All right, thank you. Bye.
That was the manager of the Brookhurst Motel.
He said Eric checked in two weeks ago and paid
$2,000 cash for the whole month.
Anybody there now?
No, but the "Do Not Disturb" sign
was on the door, and the bed was unmade.
We need to interview the manager, maids,
neighbors, anybody that might have seen the missing person.
I think I figured out who Eric was hooking up with.
Her name's Stacy Russell.
Last night after all the caseworkers are gone,
one call came in to the central CPS switchboard
from a number in Connecticut-- it was hers.
Just one? Yeah.
But I found a few calls
from his home to her
while his wife was away in Philadelphia.
You think our gunman
could be Stacy's husband?
Miss Russell. Yes?
I'm Special Agent Spade.
This is Special Agent Fitzgerald.
We're with the FBI.
We wanted to ask you a few questions about Eric Hayes.
Okay.
When was the last time you spoke to him?
Last night around 9:00.
And what'd you guys talk about?
I'm sorry, what's that got to do with the FBI?
Eric's missing.
We understand you were involved with him.
Involved? I just met the guy a couple of weeks ago.
He brought his pregnant girlfriend in for a checkup.
I see you're just over eight months.
Have you been getting regular prenatal care?
Trying to.
I missed a couple of appointments early on, though.
And how long have you been spotting?
Three days.
Is that bad? I mean, you probably see this...
this kind of thing all the time, right?
It's not really that serious?
Actually, I can't say.
That's for the doctor to determine.
Right, I mean, yeah, but you can tell us.
I mean, she's gonna be fine, right? I'm sorry, sir,
but I can't share any information with you
unless you're family or the father of the baby.
He is the father.
I just want to know if my baby's
gonna be all right. I understand.
Is it?
You and your baby are going to be fine, Amy.
We're just going to have to keep a close eye on both of you.
He paid me $5,000 cash to act as a midwife.
Didn't want to deliver her baby at a hospital.
Where did they want to deliver?
In a motel-- except when I went over there
for her checkup last night, she was gone, so I called Eric.
He didn't seem to know where she was, either.
Now, look, come on, I've been waiting here for hours!
I took the day off to be here.
No, I can't be here tomorrow. It's got to happen today.
No.
No, I'm not dealing with a deadline, thank you very much.
I'm dealing with an idiot.
(exasperated groan)
(exhales)
Ow! Ow, ow!
Oh, my God.
Ow, ow, ow...
(panting): Oh, oh, oh, good...
(gasping in pain)
(panting)
(gasping in pain)
Oh, oh, God...
Oh, please... (groans)
(panting heavily)
Hey, what's up?
Oh.
Uh...
Would you mind coming in and shutting the door behind you?
Okay.
Take a seat.
Sure.
I wanted to tell you something.
Ann and I are moving in together.
Okay.
That's great. Um...
I don't really understand why you're telling me this.
Because I felt like...
I felt like I owed it to you.
Because we had a fling while you were married?
(cell phone ringing)
You know, Jack, I've got to take this.
I'm sorry.
She's pregnant.
Oh.
I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't say anything.
I haven't told anybody yet.
Okay.
(cell phone ringing)
Spade.
Congratulations.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Okay.
The free clinic records confirm Stacy Russell's story.
Eric is listed as the father.
Okay, well, he emptied $10,000 from a retirement fund,
$5,000 went to the midwife,
and $2,000 to set Amy up in a motel.
So that leaves $3,000 unaccounted for.
Well, motels are transient,
and the midwife keeps her out of the hospital.
This guy's doing everything he can to make her invisible.
Okay, I found Amy Jensen in the CPS system.
She didn't show up in any of Eric's files.
Because Eric's not her case worker, a Jason Barnes is.
Take a look at this.
On September 29, CPS took her two-year-old son Kevin
away from her and put him in a foster home
because she failed a couple drug tests.
A month later, they found the kid.
He had been beaten to death.
One of the parents?
No, it was another foster kid,
a 12-year-old that lived in the same home.
Geez. Yeah, and when CPS found out she was pregnant again,
they petitioned the court to take the baby away
based on predictive neglect.
When was the kid killed?
October 21.
That was two days before Eric resigned.
Eric's not the father. Amy's my case.
He'd never even met her until about a month ago.
Her CPS file has the father listed as unknown.
Yeah, officially.
She wouldn't give up the name.
How about unofficially?
Uh, Damon Winters.
That him?
Yep.
He got her pregnant in between beatings.
Since Eric's
not the father, what's his connection with Amy?
Well, he supervised me on a drop-in
to see how Kevin was adjusting to the foster family.
I'm new.
They wanted to make sure I didn't miss any red flags.
Looks like the both of you missed a couple of red flags.
I thought the whole visit was a red flag.
How so?
Too much food,
too many hugs and kisses.
You don't see kids that happy at Disney World.
It was totally staged.
Why wasn't that
reflected in your report here?
Because it was an announced visit.
Eric explained that they always feel staged.
He said to drop in the following week unannounced
to get a true sense of the home.
And did you? I never got the chance.
Kevin's dead. What happened?
Those idiot foster parents,
they went to Atlantic City for the weekend.
They left the kids alone.
The older one beat him to death with an aluminum bat.
I knew something was wrong at that house.
You remember what I said?
Yes, I remember.
He split his head open like a cantaloupe.
That's what the cops said.
What am I going to say to her? I can't deal with her, man.
You know, I can't deal with any of this. Go home.
Jason, just go home, it's fine, this isn't on you.
I'll make sure everybody knows that.
You just go home.
What are you going to say?
Just go home.
Ms. Jensen?
I'm Eric Hayes.
I'm with Child Protective Services.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
(sobbing)
This is your fault.
You took him. You took him!
He was safe with me.
He was safe.
I'm so sorry. I don't know...
(sobbing)
(crying)
Sorry.
(sobbing)
I'm sorry.
Seeing Amy like that...
it was brutal.
Eric blamed himself.
It sounds like he should have.
If we make the wrong choice and leave a child in a bad home,
and that child dies, it's our ass on the 6:00 news.
But if you place a kid in a bad home?
Then the blame goes to the State of New York.
So that's what you do around here.
You cover your asses, huh?
It's the best of bad outcomes.
That's the job.
That's what Eric told me.
Did he also tell you he was going to resign?
No.
The next day he asked to see Amy's file.
A couple days later, I heard he was giving notice.
We never talked about it.
Obviously, he feels responsible
about the death of Amy's first kid
and wants to give her a second chance of having a family.
Then why didn't he just petition the courts on her behalf
and then work it through the system?
Because he lost faith in the system.
That's why he quit his job.
I guess that explains the motel in Connecticut.
She's outside CPS's jurisdiction.
She's not their problem.
And Eric would know that better than anyone. Mm-hmm.
Yeah, this is Special Agent Elena Delgado.
We need a drive-by for intel at 475 Avenue D.
Yeah, the resident is Damon Winters.
Okay, thanks.
Eric's supervisor confirmed
that if Amy gives birth out of New York State,
they can't touch her.
Won't they just pass her case onto DCF in Connecticut?
Well, they're going to put in a call,
but it definitely won't be a priority.
Well, keeping her away from the state is one thing,
but this guy, Damon Winters, that's another.
I've got here that he has two domestic
incident reports on him with Amy listed as the victim.
She didn't press charges though.
Great, thanks. Guys, NYPD got
a 911 call from Damon's address ten minutes ago.
They sent EMT.
They said she had the baby.
Amy, I'm Special Agent Spade, this is Special Agent Johnson.
We're with the FBI.
Can you tell me what happened here?
Amy, where's the baby?
She's gone.
He said he would come back.
He took my girl, but he promised
that he would come back.
Who?
Damon.
What about Eric, was Eric here?
Eric came after, but it was too late.
Amy?
I'm in here.
Here.
Oh, Amy.
Amy...
what happened?
I called him.
You what?
Why did you do that?
It's his kid, too, right?
Right?
She's perfect.
She looks just like you, Mama.
Can I hold her?
Let me hold her.
(baby crying)
Shh.
It's okay.
She looks just like Kevin.
(crying) Shh...
What are we doing, Amy?
What do you mean?
We can't hide her forever.
Damon.
We're being selfish, aren't we?
I mean, it can't be about us, it's got to be about her, right?
I know that, but...
You said that you wanted this.
You said that you wanted to take care of us.
I do.
Selfishly, I do.
But think about it.
(crying) Shh...
How are we ever going to enroll her in school?
The second she's in the system,
the state's going to take her and put her in a foster home.
(baby crying) Shh...
Shh.
Just like they did with Kevin.
We can't let that happen, no.
No.
(baby crying) Shh...
Shh, shh...
It's okay, shh...
Shh.
Kiss her good-bye.
(sobbing)
That's a good girl.
(baby crying)
(crying) Shh...
(Amy sobbing)
(crying): He'd already found her a home.
A real home,
with... good people.
Who are these people?
I don't know.
He called some woman,
and then he went to go meet her.
(crying)
Okay, an ambulance will be here in a minute.
He put me on the couch and left.
Okay, so where was Damon taking the baby?
Amy.
Do not protect this guy.
He doesn't love you.
He doesn't care about your baby, okay?
Tell us where he took her.
He told the woman on the phone to meet him in Gravesend.
(writing)
The parking lot by the bus station.
Okay, so the last call
from Damon's cell was to a woman in Chicago
named Sharon Zenowich. Is she the buyer?
No, she's been acting more like a broker.
They've been texting back and forth
for the past month negotiating a price.
It looks like he was pretending to be Amy.
Mm-hmm. He actually sent her a text this morning
that said... "In labor. Come now."
Well, if the broker flew in to buy a baby,
I'm sure she's gonna go straight back.
So I'm gonna call TSA
and have them check all flights to Chicago.
(phone ringing) Okay.
Hey, what's up, brother?
Hey, I found Eric's car, but there's no sign of him.
Any witnesses? No, this place is a ghost town.
Okay.
Oh, hey, hey, hey, does Transit have any cameras out there?
Well, I hope not, because if they do,
they're wasting taxpayer's money.
All right, let me know.
Okay, excellent. Thanks a lot.
Nothing in Gravesend.
Well, we got lucky.
They're pulling Zenowich off a plane right now.
She doesn't have the baby, though.
Great.
Mrs. Zenowich.
(door closes)
I'm Special Agent Jack Malone.
I'd like an attorney.
Good, 'cause you're gonna need one.
We have a transcript of all your text messages,
and our Chicago office
is picking your life apart as we speak.
You sell babies like they were used cars.
That's a done deal.
But we can table all that until your attorney gets here.
I just want to know what happened tonight.
Not without an attorney.
If you don't cooperate and somebody involved with this deal
ends up dead, I'm gonna charge you with accessory to murder.
Well, if you want to offer me a deal...
I'm not offering you anything.
I'm giving you a choice between preventing a murder
or being charged with one-- that's it.
I don't deal with kidnapped kids,
that's not my business. I don't give a rat's ass
about your business.
What happened tonight?
(sighs): The whole meet went wrong from the beginning.
DAMON: She's got, uh, all her fingers, all her toes.
Call your client and tell them to wire the money.
I was explicit-- I don't buy stolen babies.
I need to see the mother, and then I'll make the call.
I told you, she's resting. No, I got to know
that she's willing to part with this kid.
The last thing I need is an Amber Alert.
Who the hell is this? Uh, no, no, no, no.
Damon, come on, man.
No, don't do this-- just give me the baby, come on.
Walk away, walk away-- this doesn't concern you, man.
I'll let you two work this out.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Call your clients.
They won't wire the money until they hear the mother's voice.
You're wasting my time.
Damon. I'll take you to see her, okay?
You can't, Damon. Amy's with the police.
Damon, please, just let me take the baby.
You're a dead man.
Damon, please, listen to me, listen to me...
All right, listen to me, let me buy the baby.
I-I got $3,000 right here. $3,000?
I'm supposed to get 30 grand
from this ..., and you want
15 grand cash, it's sitting in my office.
We can go there right now. The place is empty.
I'll give you cash for the baby.
We can go there right now, it's over, it's done. It's easy.
Take my car. You drive.
Go!
I cut my losses and I went straight to the airport.
Did you give any thought about what might happen to that baby?
That ship had sailed.
Nice.
Very compassionate.
I'll let you know when your lawyer gets here.
All right, great.
Sam and Viv are on their way to CPS.
Is there any chance we missed something in that office?
You know, ERT turned that place upside down.
They never found any cash.
And when Damon finds out,
who knows what he's gonna do to Eric and the baby.
Let's hope Eric can tap dance long enough
until we can get there. Yeah.
DAMON: Come on!
You already checked that drawer twice.
Okay, well, just hold on. Stop stalling, man.
Relax, relax, I got it.
Let's go, open the drawer.
I-It's not there. The police... Damon,
the police must have taken it.
Just think about it, we've been through this whole thing.
They must have taken it. I'm done messing around
with you, man. You don't need to do this.
I'll get your money. SAMANTHA: FBI!
Drop your weapon!
VIVIAN: Damon, let him go!
Where's the baby? She's alive.
She's in the car. Shut your mouth.
That's good, Damon, that's good that she's alive.
Nobody's been hurt yet.
We can all walk out of here.
Stop pointing those guns at me.
We can't do that until you put your gun down.
Relax, Damon. Let's talk about this.
Where's your car?
Um, it's-it's parked.
It's in the back of the building.
We got a suspect down and a baby in need of assistance.
Jack.
Hey. Hey, I've been trying Hi.
to get you all day, but your phone
keeps going with the message guy.
I'm sorry. I think my battery's dead.
On your way out?
I am. I am.
Well, I'll walk you. Oh, thanks. Thanks.
How's it going?
I'm fine, I'm fine.
I'm just, you know, just in over my head.
You know, I talked to, um,
I talked to Samantha.
About what?
About us, you know, everything.
I didn't think we were gonna tell anyone about us.
We're not, we're not telling anyone.
I just... I just told her.
Just Sam.
Yeah. Yeah.
She'll-she'll keep it quiet.
It doesn't matter.
It's okay.
You okay?
I'm fine, I'm fine.
I have a meeting in the morning, and I'm just...
It's been one of those days. Look...
You won't be too late, right?
I won't.
This is Special Agent Taylor.
Are you finished? Yeah.
Can I go in? Mm-hmm.
(heavy sigh)
Viv called from the hospital.
Amy and the baby are gonna be fine.
Yeah, fine until the courts throw that baby
right back into the system.
Then what?
Maybe she'll catch a break, get a decent judge.
At least now she'll have a chance, thanks to Eric.
You know, he used his job
to work through some personal issues.
It's not right.
Really.
Then what the hell are we doing here?
(softly): I'm so sorry.