(elevator dings)
Jack.
Steve.
That Medina guy starts today.
He wanted his own chair.
Everybody deserves to have a comfortable ass
on their first day.
I guess.
I thought you'd want yours.
Thanks.
Ergonomic.
(truck horn honks)
Get out of the road, jerk.
Screw you.
Are you following me?
I told you to leave me alone.
When you do what I asked.
Listen, I'll call the police.
Don't even think about messing with me!
Hey, what's going on?
Leave him alone.
Mind your own business.
(horn honking)
MARTIN: What's the word on Medina?
He's got a JD/MBA.
Let me guess. Harvard?
Does it matter? It seems like overkill
wherever you do it.
Didn't you have a stapler in your old office?
I had one, but I lost it.
You know, I had this buddy at TIIP... Tip?
T.I.I.P. The Information
Integration Project. I found one.
Didn't they go, like, a jillion dollars over budget?
That was before he got there.
According to my buddy,
Medina's a systems and process genius.
He brings order to chaos.
Yeah, and I heard he's really
handsome, too. Really?
No, I heard he looks like a hamster.
Can I see that?
Uh, yeah.
Sam, you've got a stain.
There, yeah.
Oh, crap.
Hey, you can take it to
the dry cleaners downstairs. Unfortunately,
this jacket is hiding
an even bigger spit-up stain underneath.
Medina here yet?
No.
Here you go.
Thank you.
How much do I owe you? It's our treat.
Agent Medina.
Agent Johnson.
Good morning. Good to meet you all.
Please, call me Clark.
I don't want to stand on ceremony.
I'd hoped to have a few minutes with everybody, have come coffee,
get to know each other,
but I'm afraid that's gonna have to wait to another day.
I got a call on my way in.
Listen up... Ryan Mitchell
was reported missing
by his ex-wife last night.
NYPD tracked him to a confrontation
with an unidentified male
yesterday in Queens.
We're in the case pretty fast.
Where's the heat?
Mr. Mitchell's daughter, Lindsey,
disappeared three years ago and was never found.
So he made a lot of friendships on the force
while the search was ongoing.
I don't remember
a Lindsey Mitchell.
Well, this unit was involved
with another kidnapping case.
PD decided to keep it.
So, tell me, Agent Taylor, where would you start?
Uh...
Well, I would interview the witnesses
and, uh, I'd get a sketch of the assailant.
They're already being faxed over.
Good.
Then we'll do background, home search.
We would review the daughter's case file
and then we would interview with the ex-wife.
Agent Spade,
take the ex-wife.
Agents Delgado and Johnson,
we can presume that the victim wants to be found,
Agent Taylor, background. And, Agent Fitzgerald,
find the current case reports
and walk me through them, will you?
I'll just stay here.
I'm sure there's plenty to do.
Yep. Sure is.
I've never seen him before.
You think he had something to do
with our daughter's disappearance?
Your ex-husband did chase him down Franklin Avenue.
Can you think of any reason
that he would do something like that?
No.
If he had a lead, is there any reason you can think of
he wouldn't take it to the police?
He didn't think that the police cared enough
about finding her the way that he did.
But no... nobody could.
I need to move closer to the city.
I mean, the commute from my apartment to work,
it's an hour each way.
Then move.
I can't afford it.
You know that.
I'm not getting into this again.
I need a cushion.
If we sell the house, I'll have one.
I have all this stuff organized.
I'm not moving it.
The key to where Lindsey is may be here somewhere.
You've looked through that stuff a thousand times.
All you're doing is driving yourself crazy.
Well, I can't give up.
Not yet.
Ryan...
I never should have looked away.
Hey.
What happened...
it wasn't your fault.
I'm her dad.
I'm supposed to look after her.
I can't sit by and watch you do this to yourself
anymore.
You have to figure out how to let her go.
Yeah, we talked for over an hour.
I mean, I really...
I thought I'd gotten through to him.
He even took the name of a therapist
that I'd seen.
Did he follow up?
I don't know.
Okay, well, uh...
thank you very much for coming in.
Every Sunday,
Ryan and Lindsey went for ice cream.
It was the last thing that they did together.
Ever since she went missing,
he hasn't been able to walk down that street.
But...
but I go and I sit on a bench there
at least once a week.
Everybody reacts to things differently.
There's no right. There's no wrong.
I guess.
Can I stay?
Here.
Maybe I can help. You know, I mean,
I'm sure that you've probably got more questions, right?
Right.
Sure. Um...
Sure.
I'll take you to our break room.
Great. Thank you.
Thank you.
This is from a week ago.
It's a church in Brooklyn.
So he found religion?
Well, his ex-wife said that he was trying
to move on with his life.
Maybe he went to talk to a minister.
I'll call and find out. Excuse me.
Hey. Hey, Martin.
Are you and Medina best friends yet?
He is definitely feeling us out.
At least we knew where we stood with Jack. That's for sure.
He may have run you over with his car,
but you definitely knew where you stood with him.
(chuckles)
All right, where are we?
We're about to listen to Ryan's
first police interview after Lindsey's disappearance.
RYAN (on tape): We had just come out of Liberty Ice Cream...
DETECTIVE (on tape): When you came out, which direction did you go?
RYAN: North.
We were walking down the street,
just talking about a birthday party...
What kind of cake will there be at the party?
No cake.
There's always cake. It's a birthday.
Uh... frog-flavored?
Gross.
Foot-flavored?
(giggles): Nobody would eat that.
How about pork chop-flavored?
No.
Hey!
Thank you.
Lindsey?!
Lindsey, where are you?!
Lindsey!
Lindsey...!
Lindsey, where are you?! Did you see...?
Excuse me, did you see a little girl right...
standing right here? Excuse me.
Anyone? Did you...? Lindsey!
Lindsey!
I looked up and down the street.
I couldn't find her.
What did the man who bumped into you look like?
Tall. What was his ethnicity?
At the time, the police thought
that the guy that bumped into him was a decoy.
Did they find him?
Mm-mm. Mitchell doesn't
mention Lindsey screaming or calling out to him.
And listen, the police didn't
find a single witness who saw the girl
after she was separated from the father.
MEDINA: Which they probably would have, right?
If she were struggling?
So, what, you think the girl knew her abductor?
(phone rings) I would have tried to rule it out; that's for sure.
Did they?
Well, a little shoe leather
was used on a business associate of the wife's,
but that's it.
So what's our next step?
Well, it looks like the person knew
where to find Ryan and Lindsey.
So we just need to figure out how.
That was the bank calling back on Mitchell's financials.
You know, that check we had them run down?
It was deposited by a local psychic named Damon LaFloer.
Maybe that's where Ryan's last lead came from.
All right. Well, call me after you talk to him.
Okay?
Will do.
Hello?
Shouldn't a psychic know we were coming?
MAN: Yes.
Gentlemen, I'm Damon.
How can I facilitate a greater understanding for you?
Well, we like cooperative.
Maybe you can enlighten us
and tell us where this guy is.
He's a client.
I can't talk about it.
Are you hiding behind psychic-client privilege?
Because I don't think there is such a thing.
He thought I could help him. He's looking for his daughter.
That's not news, Damon.
Listen.
When people are cagey, like they're trying
to hide something, it makes us nervous.
I understand it might be unpaid taxes,
unpaid parking tickets, but whatever it is,
we always find out. You got it?
Mr. Mitchell had come to see me several times.
He said he wanted to find his daughter, but...
things are not always quite what they seem.
If I hadn't let go of her hand, maybe she'd be okay.
There's something else.
I see a... black wall.
I don't know what you're talking about.
What are you hiding, Mr. Mitchell?
You... you killed your daughter.
No.
I saw it.
Shut up!
I will kill you if you don't shut up.
I will. I won't say anything.
So why did he write you a big check?
I think he thought it would keep me quiet.
It's worked so far.
I'm not the bravest person in the world.
I wanted to make sure he didn't kill me, too.
Is this really a guy who kills his five-year-old daughter?
Could have been an accident.
He panics, buries the body in the yard,
and made up the kidnapping story.
And spends the next three years looking for her
to divert attention?
How many husbands have we had
in here begging us to find their wives
when they're stuffed in their trunk?
Not for three years.
If you are right, which I doubt,
this is Ryan's E-ZPass log.
All the trips match his sales calls
except this one to Long Island.
If he thought that this guy was going to to expose him,
maybe he moved the body
from the yard to avoid a confrontation.
I called the church on the pamphlet. This is the deal.
He joined a support group for parents of missing children.
You want to come with me? I can show you the ropes.
I would love to, but I'm...
I'm not allowed out of the yard.
ELENA: Anything else you can tell me about Ryan?
He hasn't been with us very long,
but I know he didn't kill Lindsey.
How can you be so sure?
Over time, most of us learn the only way to keep going
is to make a place to put the loss.
Ryan never did. When he talked
about Lindsey, the pain was still so fresh.
You notice any changes in him lately?
Only for the better.
He started to help other parents.
It seemed to give him some peace.
I'll need their names.
Wow. Billy has
a beautiful smile.
Beautiful.
When did your son go missing?
A little over seven weeks.
He had gotten another bad report card.
We felt we had to set some limits, so we grounded him.
He snuck out of his window.
A neighbor saw a man pulling Billy
into his car, and they traced the plates
to a sex offender named Ronald Bilson.
They tracked him to an SRO in New Jersey,
but it was too late.
He fell asleep smoking, and the room caught fire.
Was there evidence that your son was there?
They never found a body,
but the cops said they knew Billy was dead.
What made them think that?
This guy was a repeat offender, and he told his cellmate
the next time he grabbed a kid
he wasn't going to leave a witness.
It's hard not knowing.
The head of the support group
told us that Ryan was helping you.
He saw what a hard time Laura and I were having lately.
We would only be gone two days.
What if our
cell phones don't get reception up there?
What if he calls and we miss it?
Damn it, Laura. You promised.
You need this.
We both do. Please, Eli,
don't tell me what
I need.
It's when you stop arguing, you should worry.
All she does is sit by the phone waiting for Billy
to call.
I'm not much better.
I haven't been in his room since that night.
I don't know. It's... it's like being in there without him.
Makes it real that he might never be coming back.
I know that feeling.
Let me help you.
How was he helping?
He have access to Billy's case files?
Yeah. We gave him everything we had gotten from the cops.
I have here the guy that got into a confrontation with Ryan.
Does he look familiar?
No.
When was the last time you two talked?
A week or so.
I told him about a vision our psychic had.
Damon LaFloer?
Yeah. LaFloer told us that Ryan came to him about Lindsey.
Not in a long time.
He hated
the guy. Said he was a fake,
and he was going to go shut him down.
So...
what's new?
Ooh. Uh...
These socks.
Lovely.
I guess I felt so.
How is it going with the, um... new boss?
It's too early to tell.
You know, he just got here.
His mere presence has to be difficult for you.
You're used to being the boss.
Yeah, well, you know...
I'm a good soldier.
That's just it.
Can you be a soldier when you've been the general?
And not just
any general. Patton.
I'm pretty sure that's meant to be an insult.
No.
I'm just wondering if the job will be enough.
Or is it the power to behave as you want
that's the juice for you?
It's about finding people.
Maybe.
I believe sometimes the universe gives us advice.
You know, at first it's just a whisper.
If we ignore it, it becomes a shout.
If we ignore it still, it becomes a shove.
And, if we really ignore it,
it takes away our parking space.
Jack, this is just an opportunity
to examine why you do the things you do.
I do them because they get results.
Like demotion? Divorce?
Those are results of sorts.
Have you ever thought that maybe this job
doesn't have to cost so much?
Where do you think... that this is going to lead?
People don't change.
I know there's a school of thought
that self-awareness leads to transformation,
but I don't think that's true.
Then what's it lead to?
Self-justification.
No one is making you
come here. If you don't believe in the process,
why do you keep coming back?
I don't know.
(sighs)
Give me a call when you do.
You lied to me.
Ryan didn't come to you to talk about his daughter.
He had already been there and done that with you,
and he knew that you were a fake.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about you preying off of grieving parents.
Look, I get it. It's your bread and butter.
You had to shut him up, didn't you?
Are you saying that I killed him?
And lied about Ryan killing Lindsey to take the heat
off of you. This is ludicrous.
Whoa. Whoa. I just had a vision.
Do you know a big angry guy with a spider web tattoo
on his face? I got it.
Your new roommate in prison.
I didn't do anything.
Yes, you did: you lied to a federal officer
who was investigating a kidnapping.
That is a felony.
Now, if you get a really good lawyer,
you might get off or you might not.
Either way, it's going to cost you every dime you have.
All right.
I lied about why he came in,
but I didn't kill that man.
I know you're all about the money,
so just stay away from Eli and Laura.
Just because you don't believe it...
Because it's garbage!
Their son
is dead.
They need to face that fact,
and they can't do that
if you keep trying to feed them these visions.
I tell them what I see.
What they do with that isn't my problem.
Yes, it is!
When your child goes missing,
it's not the grief that destroys you; it's hope.
You keep giving them hope.
Just because you never
found your daughter doesn't...
If you talk to them again, I'm coming back.
And that's the last I saw of him.
Okay, so he comes to your store,
he pays you off, kicks your ass, and then he just leaves.
Human behavior's a mysterious thing.
Huh.
Uh, any new leads on Mitchell
in relation to the Billy Swanson case?
Jack's on it,
but I might have something on his daughter's abduction.
All right, well, let's hear it.
Okay, the week before,
a Nissan pickup was ticketed twice
for parking in their street.
Registered to a Robert Cohen.
Who none of the neighbors knew.
But one of the neighbors saw a tan
Chevy Nova slow-roll the block the day before she was abducted.
Police couldn't track it without a plate.
What's the connection there, I wonder?
Well, three months after the abduction,
Robert Cohen registered a tan Chevy Nova.
Any reason to think
that Mitchell would know anything about this guy? No.
Obviously, though, I'd like to follow it up anyway.
Yeah, of course. Go ahead.
Looks like Mitchell took his ex-wife's advice.
Trying to refocus his grief
in order to help Billy Swanson's parents
get some answers.
Mitchell took an E-ZPass trip that connects him
to this guy: Howard Cardone.
He worked with the Swanson kid's alleged kidnapper.
An accomplice?
Why didn't NYPD hit on him?
Because he wasn't in the system.
Got picked up for kiddie porn five weeks ago.
Super says that Howard left an hour ago.
According to the Every-Mart manager,
he said that Ryan came asking for Howard's address
a couple days ago.
He said he got really torqued up
when he heard that Howard was fired
because of the child porn bust.
Hey, is this him?
Hey, Howard!
(engine starts, tires squeal, siren blares)
Nice hit, Mommy.
I don't know him.
How about this
waste of humanity?
I have a very common face.
Listen, buddy, we have
witnesses who saw you two going at it.
Ryan was the first guy to put it all together.
You worked with Ronald; Ronald grabbed Billy.
The two of you like little boys.
He knows you helped kill Billy,
so you murdered him.
You know, I bet Billy's father
would be really excited to get your address.
I didn't kill that guy.
I just wanted him to leave me alone.
Where's Billy? What are you doing here?
How did you know...? Tell me about Billy!
I told you I didn't have anything to do with
taking the kid. You pedophiles are liars.
Okay, I have a problem, Yeah.
but, but looking at pictures
on the computer is not pulling children off the street.
If I knew where this kid was, I'd tell you.
He's dead. Ronald killed him.
Maybe you helped.
If I did, I wouldn't be here.
Ronald wouldn't leave a witness.
Where's the body?
I don't know.
You're not trying.
I bet you one hollow-point
that he told you something pervert-to-pervert.
He used to talk about going up to his uncle's farm.
It's in the sticks.
He might have took the kid up there.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
(whimpers)
(hammer clicks)
Remember that feeling.
Where's this farm?
It's just outside of Albany.
Look,
I got an alibi.
Well, if it checks out,
you'll be free to crawl back under your rock.
Um,
we have a possible lead up in Albany.
Got a location
where the suspect may have buried Billy Swanson's body.
(phone rings)
Oh, uh...
Hello.
Jack, I'm in a little bit of trouble.
Okay.
Um, my babysitter called.
She can't get Finn to stop crying.
It's, it's probably nothing,
but it might be something, you know?
Sure.
Martin's taking Howard to lockup.
I just don't want
Medina to think I'm some flaky new mom type,
so I was wondering if you could
cover for me with him.
Uh, yeah, Martin's taking all that stuff down
to the tech lab now.
Medina's there, isn't he?
Absolutely.
I will get back to you.
All right, thanks.
Sorry.
Yeah, so, uh, who's going to Albany?
Well, that's... that's up to you.
Yeah.
Let's take your car.
Want a nut?
So how'd you end up getting the short straw?
I guess they thought my skill set was a good fit
for what was needed.
Ah, yes, that's right. You're the troubleshooter.
That's nicer than what they usually call me.
Oh, I'm sure.
You got kids, Jack?
You know I do.
Yeah, me, too. I got kids.
See, I play with my kids.
They also know that I'm not one of them.
They know that I'm a grownup.
And they don't like it sometimes,
but it's my job to set the rules.
It wouldn't be a good thing for me to try to discipline
my five-year-old for coloring the walls
if he's seen me do worse, you understand?
Well, my agents are not five-year-olds,
and I do not allow them to play with crayons.
Well, you know what I'm talking about.
Clearly, you're not the best role model.
Don't confuse my problems with the abilities of my agents.
Do you understand me?
Oh, yeah, I understand.
I understand that you're getting a little upset,
so let me just lay it out for you.
Yeah, why don't you do that?
I'm gonna. I got a job to do, okay?
Part of my job is keeping an eye on you.
You pull one stupid thing, just one,
and you're gone. You're out. That's it. No warning.
It's the way it goes. Nothing personal.
So what do you like?
You like easy listening, talk radio?
Country music?
(dogs barking in distance)
Charlie, this is Agent Malone.
Hi.
Charlie, how are you?
Good.
Now, Charlie's dad owns this farm.
Dad hasn't seen our friend Ryan, but Charlie here says
he saw him digging a whole lot of holes early this morning.
Where was that, Charlie?
I was walking my dog there on the hill.
What are you doing?
A friend of mine lost something, and I'm, uh,
and I'm looking for it.
My dad know you're making all this mess?
No.
He lets me dig out back.
I'm building an underground fort.
Yeah?
That sounds pretty cool.
Is your partner helping?
No. He mostly just lays in the dirt.
Did you find what you're looking for?
No.
No, I didn't.
Well, I can help.
Do you want me to go get my shovel?
No, no, it's, uh...
it's not here.
I made a mistake.
You should, you should probably go on home, okay?
Tell your dad I'm sorry.
Charlie, you see which way Ryan went?
No.
Is he a bad guy?
No, he's a, he's a good guy. Thanks.
So once this guy realizes
he isn't gonna find Billy's body, then what?
I don't know.
He failed to find his daughter,
so he put all his effort into trying to find this kid.
When that didn't work, maybe he just gave up.
Suicide?
(phone rings)
Excuse me. Yeah.
Hello.
VIVIAN: Jack,
Robert Cohen alibi'd out
on the day of Lindsey's abduction.
Now, remember the tan Nova
that slow-rolled Lindsey's house?
Cohen bought it
from his sister Alice before she moved,
and he hasn't heard from her since.
But it turns out that this Alice Cohen
was a substitute teacher at Lindsey's school
a couple of weeks before the disappearance.
That's probably why Lindsey didn't cause a commotion.
She knew Alice.
Well, we tracked her down to Union, New Jersey.
And according to the local PD,
Alice Cohen has an eight-year-old daughter.
Right.
Elena's on her way.
Okay, thanks.
There's a possibility
that Lindsey Mitchell is still alive.
Let's hope her father is, too.
Hey, Viv.
Ryan was sighted at a local mall
about an hour after he left the farm.
He was seen using a pay phone,
so I pulled the calls. I don't know
if you recognize any of these numbers.
I also have PD going store to store
to see if anybody talked with him.
That's the ex-wife's home phone number.
Yeah. She didn't mention it. Well, she's still
in the break room. Maybe she hasn't
had a chance to check her messages.
I'll go get her permission to listen to the messages.
Hey. Martin?
Yeah. Let's not mention
anything about Lindsey until we confirm the girl's identity.
When did he call?
About four hours ago.
RYAN: Hi, Julia. It's me.
I've been thinking about you.
About everything.
I realize how much I must have hurt you
by not being able to move on.
I guess I didn't want to stop
looking for Lindsey because if I did,
it meant she wasn't coming back.
And I wanted to bring her home...
So much so that I didn't leave any room
for you to say good-bye.
I realize that now and I'm very sorry.
(sniffling): I just... I miss her.
She was, she was such
an amazingly wonderful little girl.
And she was lucky to have a mom like you.
I was lucky.
(dial tone buzzing)
You're gonna bring him home.
Aren't you?
We're doing everything we can.
Can I help you?
Alice Cohen?
Yes.
I need you to step outside.
Hey.
Hi.
Thank you for covering
for me.
(sighs)
It was my pleasure.
How's the kid?
Um... I overreacted.
That's what you're supposed to do.
Okay. Excuse me, guys.
The canvass at the mall turned up a bead store clerk
that says that Mitchell bought a bag full of puka shells,
enough for a necklace.
Puka... puka shells.
(muttering)
Bingo.
My guess is that Mitchell wanted to give the parents something
so they could have closure.
Manufactured closure.
Somehow I doubt that Billy Swanson's father
is gonna say "Thank you" and go home.
(door closes)
My shift doesn't end for another two hours.
I'm gonna get docked...
Oh, don't worry. I didn't spoil all of the evidence.
Found plenty more in your car.
He shouldn't have lied to me.
Where'd you get it?
A storage locker.
There was a...
a box of personal belongings.
How did the police miss that he had a storage locker?
I don't know. That's...
Maybe they missed other things.
Look, we-we have to take this to them.
Eli, Billy's gone.
Billy's gone. I brought you the necklace
so that you wouldn't have to wonder anymore.
No. No. No, he is still out there.
Eli, you have to let him go.
Tell me where you got this from!
I shouldn't have brought it.
Tell me!
Tell me where this came from.
Tell me where you got this from! I made it!
It's not Billy's, okay?
I just wanted you to be able to move on
in a way that I couldn't.
I'm sorry.
I was just trying to help.
I left him in the truck yard.
When?
About three hours ago.
He thought I wanted an answer.
I just wanted Billy.
I miss my son.
(sobbing)
(line ringing)
Hey, Vivian, what do you got?
Well, there was another hit off of Mitchell's E-ZPass
about an hour ago.
Yeah? Where?
MTA is sending the details.
All right, look, uh...
This guy's an adult.
Clearly he's operating under his own power.
I just don't see the need to continue
to expend resources on this case.
Call me crazy. I like to know what's going on.
Hold on a minute. Oh.
All right.
Uh, it's the Gil Hodges Bridge.
Brooklyn side.
Full circle.
Meaning?
Mitchell's moving on.
He's going back to the place that he started.
You've got until the end of today to wrap this up.
Today.
Mr. Mitchell!
Mr. Mitchell?
I'm Special Agent Johnson with the FBI.
Please turn around slowly
and put your hands where I can see them.
I don't un... I don't understand.
You had a gun.
I threw it... I threw it in a lake.
What... How did you know?
We've been looking for you.
I-I, I didn't mean to cause anybody any trouble.
I was trying to help a couple find their missing kid.
And I, I came up empty.
Well, we didn't.
(inaudible conversation)
You know, if we hadn't been looking for you,
we would never have found her.
(exhales)