- [mumbling]
[indistinct muttering]
- Ma'am, are you OK?
Oh, my God, you must be freezing.
Here. - Oh, no.
Thank you, angel. My skin is on fire.
I can't cool down.
- Yeah.
OK.
I'm not prying.
But can I help you get to a clinic or a meeting?
I've been there.
- Oh, so you were here,
and now you're there.
You're all dolled up with that pretty necklace, right?
That must be nice, angel.
- There is a shelter on Division.
They're good people.
So just think about getting out of the cold, OK?
- Little angel's scared of me.
- Sorry, sorry. - Oh, I'm sorry.
No, you're fine.
Well, the park at night,
that's no place for a woman alone.
- Thank you. I'm actually not alone.
I'm waiting for my boyfriend.
- No, your boyfriend's not there, Erin Bell.
He's right here!
- [crying out]
[intense music]
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.
♪
- What's wrong with the teacher?
I thought you really liked her.
- Nothing. She's great.
I'm just easing back into dating.
- That's not true. What happened?
- She, uh, corrected my grammar.
- What? - Twice.
- Oh, my God. - It might have been thrice.
- I can't wait to tell Eva and Scola about this.
- Maggie. - Yeah, Sean. What's up?
- You got a second? - For NYPD? Yeah.
- It's about your sister, Erin.
- OK.
- You're an agent, so it got flagged with me.
A missing persons call came in at 7:15 this morning
from Erin's roommate.
- How does she know she's missing
and not out partying, phone died kind of thing?
- Roommate just said Erin never came home last night.
Precinct in the neighborhood was going to send out
a detective, get a full report.
But I thought, uh, you know--
I saw Erin's file.
- Yeah, no. She's no stranger to trouble.
- I didn't want to blindside you.
That's why I came up to do this face-to-face.
- Thanks, Sean. I appreciate it.
Can you text me Erin's current address?
- Yeah, sure thing. - Thanks.
Let Isobel know I have a personal matter?
- I will call her from the car.
I'm coming with you.
- [sighs] Straight to voicemail again.
- Ian ran her number.
Her phone's off. We can't track it.
- My parents still haven't heard from her.
- You think she fell off the wagon?
- No, Mom said she's clean.
- Yeah, but she's still dodging your calls.
- Well, can you blame her?
I accused her of relapsing, and I was wrong.
- It's been two years, Maggie.
She has a long history of letting you down
when all you've ever wanted was to make sure she was OK.
- Listen, I said some pretty awful things.
This one's on me.
It just sucks because I've tried
to apologize so many times.
She wants nothing to do with me.
[engine turns over]
- I already gave the cops my statement.
- I know.
I need to hear it for myself.
Where'd you meet?
- Erin and I met through NA.
I heard it all.
- OK. So you know her history.
Was Erin using again?
- Why is that your first question?
- Because that affects where I look for her.
And I need to find her.
Is she clean?
- Yeah, Erin's been good.
She just got her three-year chip
and a promotion at work.
She started as an assistant.
And now she's managing a new marketing campaign.
Girl is killing it.
- Good.
- When's the last time you saw Erin?
- Last night, 7:30.
She had just been talking nonstop to this guy
she met on Instagram a couple months ago.
She was heading out to meet him for the first time.
She was really excited. - A couple of months.
Isn't that a little long for the talking stage?
- You gotta earn her trust.
But once she warms up--
- She'll jump in with both feet.
What was this guy's name?
- It's Marty, no last name.
She was supposed to text me after he got there.
But she never did. - Mm.
- Do you have any idea where they were supposed to meet?
- Dunno.
But she would have checked in if she wasn't coming home.
We always do.
I'm really worried.
Something's wrong.
- I agree.
Tell me everything you know about this guy.
- All right, folks. Listen up.
We got to work a 115 for one of our own.
Maggie's sister, Erin Bell, is currently unaccounted for.
So we're going to take that missing persons case from NYPD.
Now, according to her roommate, Erin was last seen on her way
to an in-person meet with an online paramour named Marty.
And nobody has heard from her since.
So I want to know every detail about this meet-cute.
- Yeah, we don't have Erin's phone.
But we are into her Instagram account.
I am pulling up her DMs with Marty now.
- Yeah, OK.
Elise, you want to run facial rec?
- Yep. - OK.
These last messages confirm that date with Marty.
They agreed to meet at Domino Park at 8:00 PM.
- OK, we got a time and place.
You want to check for pole cams?
- Copy. - All right.
How are we doing with that ID? - Yeah,
full name is Martin Camerino.
Got out of prison three months ago.
His rap sheet makes "War and Peace" look like a haiku--
grand theft auto, armed robbery,
aggravated assault against his ex-wife.
And he was accused of stalking a woman in 2014.
Wasn't enough evidence to make it stick.
- Call me judgmental, but this guy doesn't seem
like a real catch.
- He didn't lead with that.
A week after he got released, Marty made a comment
on one of Erin's posts about sobriety.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He is a fellow addict.
And it looks like he's using that as an angle.
- But nothing in his history suggests
Camerino has addiction issues.
- No?
- But he heavily implied he did.
They exchanged a few more.
Then Marty slides into Erin's DMs.
They click, fast.
- So Marty studied Erin online,
says what he has to to establish a bond
and get her to lower her defenses.
These are the DMs?
- Yeah, he definitely got her to open up.
Pressed her about recovery, her dating life, her family.
And Erin...
said some pretty rough stuff about Maggie.
I don't know if I should be reading this.
- No, it's fine.
We're not prying or judging.
We're just looking for Erin.
Were we able to get confirmation
that she and Marty actually met up in the park like planned?
- Well, we got pole cam footage.
Here's Erin entering Domino Park at 7:58 PM.
- OK. Any hits on Marty?
- No, no, Domino only has cameras
on the south side of the park.
He didn't enter there.
And Erin didn't leave the way she came in.
- Right, so no way to know if she left of her own volition.
All right, I think it's time we had a little chat
with Martin Camerino.
♪ ♪
- Where were you last night, Marty?
- You accusing me of something?
- I'm asking you where you were.
- I guess I'm asking, what does that matter?
- Erin Bell.
Where is she?
- Who?
- Not the day to play dumb with me.
What did you want with her?
Is it about drugs?
- I'm telling you, I don't know who
or what you're talking about.
- All right. You need to stop lying to us.
We have all of your messages with her.
You guys have been talking for months.
And last someone saw her, she was headed
to Brooklyn to meet you.
So where is she?
- What messages?
No, you got the wrong guy.
- So that's not you?
[tense music]
- No way.
Is that-- no, they stole my face.
This is some AI crap.
- No, that is not AI.
Our techs can tell the difference.
You want to clear your name?
Why don't you tell us where that photo was taken?
♪ ♪
- OK, yeah.
Those ugly-ass drapes, this is the halfway house in Bed-Stuy
I was at right out of prison.
Place was full of psychos.
One of them must have taken this picture.
- I'm not buying that.
Your name, your photo, and your halfway house?
Just admit it.
You lured Erin Bell to Domino Park last night--
- No, I was nowhere near Brooklyn.
- Then where were you?
- It doesn't matter. - It matters!
Erin Bell is my sister, and she is missing.
Believe me when I say
I will rip your life apart.
♪ ♪
- OK.
Damn it.
I was in Chelsea.
- Doing what? - Boosting a car, OK?
Red Audi.
It's down at the shop I'm working at.
So hit me with that.
But I promise,
I got nothing to do with your sister.
- Newest Audi models' built-in cameras
have continuous recording.
We pulled the footage from the car in Marty's shop.
It confirms he was acquiring the Audi from Chelsea
when Erin disappeared.
- Well, what about his phone?
- It doesn't match the burner connected
to the Instagram account Erin was communicating with.
- OK. So someone cat-fished Erin.
Who had access to Marty's photo from the halfway house?
- I'm working on a script here
that I hope will help narrow it down.
So Instagram crops profile pics to fit their specs.
However, the app stores the full root image
that you upload in a compressed format.
- So you're hoping the original file
will paint a fuller picture.
- That's the idea.
And thanks to a subpoena, we now have that root file.
Decompressing it.
- You see that?
- Yeah, the reflection. - Yeah.
- It could be the photographer. Can we get an ID off that?
- I just gotta remove the grain first,
up the contrast.
♪ ♪
- That's Ray Distefano.
He got out of prison a few months ago.
- You think he has your sister?
- I need his last known address right now.
- Ray Distefano is a serial slasher.
He stalks and disfigures women.
And Maggie Bell has put him away
twice in the last 13 years.
Somewhere along the line, he developed
an obsession with her.
Now he is the prime suspect
in the disappearance of Erin Bell.
Now, Maggie and OA are already en route to Distefano's place.
But I want to know his every movement since his release.
Where is his parole officer?
- His PO is Mike Waldron.
I've been calling, but no answer yet.
- All right. Well, keep trying.
How the hell did someone as high risk as Distefano
even get released from prison?
- Well, it looks like he snitched on his cellmate.
- Was the judge not aware that the last time
he cooperated in a case,
he made a direct threat to Maggie Bell?
- Yeah, he was.
Recommended Distefano be confined
to a zero-tolerance halfway house for eight months,
where he crossed with Marty Camerino.
- But he was released early from that halfway house?
- Yeah, a month ago. - How?
- Well, the Bureau of Prisons outsources
its halfway house management to private companies.
They can get BOP approval to kick inmates out early
just by citing an overcrowding issue.
- You'd think nothing would surprise me at this point.
Anything from the parole officer?
- No, and I've called four times.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Maggie! - What?
That's Mike Waldron.
That's Distefano's parole officer.
He was keeping me updated since Distefano's release.
OA, this doesn't make sense.
Distefano doesn't kill.
- Then why cross that line now?
- Something's obviously changed.
He'll do whatever it takes to get to me now.
[phone buzzes]
[woman crying]
- What is it?
- Maggie! Maggie!
[crying]
Please help me! Please!
- Maggie!
Maggie!
- Distefano will not get away with this.
We're gonna find Erin.
Do we have any idea where this location could be?
- There's no distinguishing features.
- He picked it because it's generic.
He's being careful. - Very.
The MP4 file itself is scrubbed of all metadata.
And he spoofed the cell phone that texted the video.
I'm in the process of a workaround.
- I can't get over the timing of that text.
It was perfect.
We'd only been inside his place a minute.
- You think he was watching.
- We checked the perimeter.
We swept inside and outside for cameras.
- He had to have been close.
He waited until we were inside.
And then he waited until we found out
that Erin wasn't there.
- You're right.
I pulled a tower dump from the nearest cell site
to Distefano's apartment, matched the cell pings
to the time of the text.
You see that dot there?
The cell phone that texted this video was just down the street.
He was watching.
- Well, can we use this to find the phone's location now?
- Yeah.
OK, looks like he's heading southbound.
My guess, he's on the C train to Brooklyn.
- OK, we're gonna follow him to Erin.
- Wait, Maggie. Hang back.
OA, you grab Jubal.
He's gonna ride along with you on this one.
- I got you.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Maggie!
Maggie!
- You see that necklace she's wearing?
♪ ♪
That was in the display window
of a jewelry store in Muncie.
Erin would make us stop by every time we passed.
And she would beg my dad.
He, um...
whatever.
[sighs]
I used all of my money
from bagging groceries at the Pay Less.
I bought it for her, her 13th birthday.
- You're a good sister, Maggie.
- If I was more in her life,
there's no way Distefano would have been able
to get his claws into her.
- You can still fix this when we find her.
Erin has the necklace on.
I know that she wants that, too.
- OK, I understand why you benched me.
I can't just sit here and wait.
- Maggie, who said that you were benched?
Distefano is trying to get into your head.
I need you to get into his.
♪ ♪
- Ray Distefano is a sadist who likes to mark women.
Killing has always repulsed him.
- Right, what's the point of scarring your victims
if they're not walking around, a constant reminder
of the power you had over them?
- Right, but he's escalated to murder.
And that doesn't fit his profile.
- Show me.
- This is Mike Waldron, his parole officer.
- Mm-hmm. - We found him dead
in Distefano's apartment.
Time of death was around 6:00 PM yesterday.
Mike didn't have a check-in scheduled.
This was a random drop-in.
So the working theory is that he came
into Distefano's apartment and he surprised him.
But he saw all of Erin's surveillance photos.
- And reacted in desperation to protect his mission.
Male victim. Disorganization of the scene.
Masked, not staged. The wounds are haphazard.
Murdering Waldron wasn't part of his plan.
- Is he going to kill my sister?
♪ ♪
- All right, Maggie.
Let's focus on what we do know.
Hmm?
This is between you and him.
The question is why.
♪ ♪
- I'm the one that put him away.
He's been obsessed with me for 13 years.
- Disproportionate response.
- Last year when he was in prison,
he helped me with an investigation.
- Mm-hmm.
- He negotiated a furlough
to see his father, who was dying.
But his father died before he could see him.
And I know he blames me for that.
- Misplaced sorrow could be a factor--
- I don't care about his feelings, Peter.
I need you to figure out,
where is he holding Erin?
- Prolonged captivity has never been
part of his MO.
Likely someplace he has full control
where he feels safe.
It won't be random, may have sentimental value.
- He doesn't have any attachments.
He has no friends, no siblings.
- Mm-hmm.
Well, father's passed. The mother?
- Nothing to do with him. She left them a long time ago.
- There's got to be something.
♪ ♪
- Uh, hold on a second.
The father had a brownstone.
It's in the obituary.
♪ ♪
128th Street.
I mean, we could be there in 20 minutes.
You still have your .38 in your glove box?
- Hell, you bet I do.
- Isobel, I think we got a lead.
- Yeah, so do we.
Jubal and OA are closing in on Distefano.
- Ian, do we have a hit on Distefano's phone?
- The ping is slowing down.
Looks like he's off the train and aboveground
just half a block ahead of you.
- There's a lot of people out here, Ian.
Can you be more specific?
- Looks like he just turned north
onto the east side of Nostrand.
♪ ♪
- Jubal? - Yeah.
- Blue hoodie, build matching Distefano's description.
- All right. Let's not spook him.
♪ ♪
- I think we should wait for SWAT.
- We don't have time.
My sister could be in here.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
- Oh, we're foregoing the warrant, too.
- Exigent circumstances.
♪ ♪
- You're not going in there alone.
- Stay behind me.
♪ ♪
- He made us.
[honking]
- The suspect made our surveillance.
He's heading south on Nostrand!
- FBI, stop!
- He's taking a right on St. Marks!
Out of the way! - SWAT, move in!
♪ ♪
Hey!
♪ ♪
- Put your hands in the air! Put 'em up, right now!
♪ ♪
- Drop the bag!
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Lose the hood. Turn around slowly.
♪ ♪
It's not him.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- No one's been in here a while.
I'll handle the basement.
♪ ♪
- Why were you running from us?
- I wasn't.
I'm just running late for the gym.
- Where's Ray Distefano?
- Who?
- This guy.
- That dude?
Yeah.
He shoulder-checked me on the street earlier.
I told him I'd beat his ass if he didn't step off.
But I didn't do anything.
♪ ♪
- Is this your phone? - No.
- Distefano must have slipped it into the bag
to throw us off the trail.
♪ ♪
[blow lands] - [grunts]
♪ ♪
- Help me!
[crying]
Maggie!
Help me!
[phone buzzing] Maggie, help me!
Please!
[crying]
Maggie!
- Peter?
- [shushing]
- Help me!
- Don't fight it, Maggie. - Please!
- Don't fight it.
There you go.
- All right, it has been hours
since Distefano abducted Maggie from his father's brownstone.
We have every agency in the tri-state area aiding us.
Please tell me we have something.
- Um, not yet, but let's walk through it again.
- Yeah, uh, Distefano left Maggie's cell at the scene--
there's no use tracking.
- And he knocked Peter Olsen unconscious,
so no witness to her abduction.
- Yeah, no footage.
The brownstone's in a blind spot
for pole and traffic cams.
Distefano moved Maggie from the area quickly,
so he's likely in a vehicle.
If we knew what he was driving,
we might be able to pull it from the surrounding areas,
but so far, nothing. - Right.
And, uh, nothing from the crime scene.
- One possible lead. ERT found a unique substance
from the brownstone.
Lab's doing a full chemical analysis to identify it,
but it's a process and a longshot.
- All right, every major news outlet has picked up this story,
so we have the power of the public behind us.
What--what about the tip line?
Has that yielded anything yet? - Nothing credible,
but our field team is tracking down every lead
that's been called in.
- What is going on, guys?
I've combed through every place Distefano has lived and worked--
where is Maggie? - Conference room. Now.
- Dig deep. Get creative. We're gonna find her.
- Where else could he be holding her?
Are we sure that his father doesn't have
any other properties? - No. No, we triple-checked
his estate through the probate court.
There is nothing there. - That's not good enough, Jubal.
My partner is missing. We have to look everywhere.
Think what Maggie would do if it was me.
- What about Distefano's mother?
- Estranged mother, according to her.
She owns a consignment shop in Yonkers.
Local PD talked to her.
No sign Distefano has shown up there,
but we posted a unit down the block in case he does.
- I don't have time for that.
No one knows this guy like Maggie.
We have to think like her.
- You're right.
With me. Now.
- Jubal? - Yeah.
- Chemical analysis from the scene
of Maggie's abduction landed.
The gritty substance ERT found was deicing salt
treated with beet brine.
- Beet brine?
- Yeah, mixing rock salt with beet brine
is a new method of treating icy roads.
Lowers the freezing point of the ice--well, water--
- So if the substance did come from Distefano,
like, from his shoes or whatever, then maybe
it originated in the place that he's holding Maggie and Erin.
- Only two counties in the Greater New York metro area
have pilot programs deploying beet brine,
Sullivan County and Dutchess County.
- It narrows it down, but it still gives us,
like, 2,000 square miles to search.
- No, it's something. Keep digging. Go, go, go.
- The trail has run cold.
Now, you helped Maggie catch Distefano once.
What are we missing here, Peter?
- I've been poring over Distefano's file.
He's organized, highly intelligent.
I believe he counted on Maggie being relentless.
He planned to send your team on a wild goose chase
to lure her in alone.
But I was there.
I was a surprise.
- Same as his parole officer.
But he didn't kill you.
- Precisely. But why?
He took pleasure in his first kill,
perhaps lost control in the act.
Now, that's confronting to a man like Distefano,
whose pathology is rooted in control.
He didn't want to go there,
so he let me live to stick to his plan,
his eyes on his prize.
- Maggie. - Yes.
His obsession with Maggie is absolute.
But exploiting Erin, it's not about reciprocation.
It's about vengeance, uh, regaining his power.
Maggie worked with Distefano last year
when he was in prison.
- Yeah, the copycat case.
- What exactly did she do?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[chains rattle]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
Come on.
[squeaking]
[door bangs]
You son of a bitch!
- Maggie Bell. No pleasantries?
That's frustrating, huh? I know.
I wore the cuffs last time.
- You wanted me. You got me.
Let my sister go.
- I knew you'd say that.
You got a savior complex. You know that?
Erin thinks so, too. She told me.
Well, she didn't exactly tell me.
That was between her and, uh, Marty.
- Where is she? - I wasn't finished.
I see you, Maggie Bell.
I understand you.
I think being a hero makes you feel powerful.
Gives you a little vibration all up and down, right?
Yeah, 'cause it's all about you.
And deep down, you don't care about anyone.
- That's not true.
- You are a liar, Maggie.
And you know how I know?
You told me that the gift I gave you had healed.
But I checked.
I'm still there.
- What do you want?
- Maybe I want to cut you,
give you a scar that you can't hide,
can't pretend.
Or maybe that wouldn't be enough, Maggie.
Hmm? What would do it?
- You know what you want.
You've been sitting in your cell,
staring at the ceiling, thinking about me.
So just tell me what you want,
and I'll do it, OK?
I'll play your game.
- This is not a game, Maggie.
This is a reckoning.
You betrayed what we had.
You betrayed me!
- So this is about your father.
- I asked you for one thing in return, one small thing.
I wanted to see my father before he died.
And you said, OK, Ray.
OK.
And I helped you.
I helped you.
But you didn't hold up your end of the bargain, did you?
- I didn't lie to you.
- You did, by omission.
And I need you to own up to that right now, Maggie!
You need to apologize to me.
You do that, and I will let your sweet Erin go.
♪ ♪
- I didn't tell you that your father died
before we made our deal.
I kept it to myself till I got the information I needed
to find that other woman.
I used you.
And it was unkind.
And I'm sorry.
- Ah.
♪ ♪
I don't believe you.
♪ ♪
- It is possible that, in Distefano's eyes,
Maggie violated their bond when she failed
to make good on their deal.
He never got to say goodbye to his father.
If that is the wound that's driving Distefano's escalation,
then the father could be at the heart of it.
We need to get inside that relationship.
- And since speaking with Lou Distefano isn't an option--
- Right, Kelly, you want to pull Distefano's
mom's address in Yonkers?
You and OA want to go down and talk to her together?
- You bet. - Great.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- I did what you wanted.
I meant every word of what I just said.
- I'm having a little trouble trusting you, Maggie.
I can't tell if you really feel it.
Maybe you don't really want to save your sister, hmm?
Maybe Erin's right.
She's just a burden to you?
- I never said that.
- No, but that's how you made her feel,
like an embarrassment.
You came right out and said it, embarrassment.
She remembers.
She knows how you see her-- weak and pathetic!
You tell yourself you love her.
But you just make her doubt herself.
Maggie, do you know what she told Marty?
She said she didn't think she could stay clean
with you in her life 'cause it was too much,
the pressure not to let you down!
- Stop. - You stop!
You stop pretending.
You don't love Erin because she's not strong like you.
- That's not true!
- No? - No, it's not!
She scares me, OK?
She scares me because I can't control her
and I can't fix her.
And if I can't fix her,
then I can't protect her.
And it's all I've ever wanted to do.
♪ ♪
I love her more than anything.
She's all I have.
Please let her go. Please!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
What I did was wrong.
Come on.
I can't do more!
[somber music]
- Oh, Maggie.
Yes.
♪ ♪
- [whimpers] - Look at me.
This is how we rebuild trust--
honesty
and accountability.
Hmm?
And now we can move forward
together.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
- [groaning]
[both grunting]
[gasping]
♪ ♪
- Erin?
Erin?
[breathing heavily]
OK.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
- Is there anything that you can tell us, Ms. Squiteri,
about Ray, his father's relationship,
any biographical details that could help us locate
where he is holding my partner?
- Ray was 12 when I left.
I don't know how helpful I can be.
- Did Lou do that to you, your husband?
- [chuckles]
Among others. Forget-me-nots.
He gave one to Ray, too,
a reminder of who was in charge, I suppose.
- But Ray idolized his father, no?
- Oh, to say the least.
His father was the world to him.
There was no daylight between those two,
certainly no room for me.
But it wasn't right.
A man shouldn't raise his son like that.
- Raise him how?
- He was training Ray.
- Training him for violence?
- How was he training your son?
- [scoffs] Every day, little things.
Survival strategies.
Oh, and he'd take him to these--
these camps up in the woods.
Knives, axes.
Ray loved it.
He'd come home all puffed up.
- Helen, do you remember the names of these camps?
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- Erin!
Erin!
[gasping]
♪ ♪
- Maggie!
Maggie?
♪ ♪
Maggie Bell!
♪ ♪
- All right, people. Listen up. We've got a lifeline.
Ray Distefano's father took him to survivalist camps upstate,
a company called Natural Selection.
We think he may be holding Maggie and Erin there
at one of the old campgrounds.
Now, OA and Peter Olsen are headed north now.
But we need to point them to a specific site.
So let's talk about this company.
- Right, Natural Selection. - Yeah.
- It went under in 2003
after allegations of child abuse at the camps.
- Great, so where are these campgrounds?
- Uh, yeah, here we go. - OK.
- They operated 17 different sites
all the way up to the Canadian border.
- OK, so they could be anywhere
from here to the St. Lawrence River?
We got to do better. - Jubal?
- Yeah. - You know how ERT found
traces of beet brine at the abduction site?
- The road deicing.
So are any of these campgrounds
in Dutchess or Sullivan County?
- Only one.
[suspenseful music]
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- There's a Natural Selection campground
just south of Dover.
We think he's holding them there.
We're sending you the location now.
- Map says 10 minutes. - We'll be there in five.
You're retired, Olsen.
I should not have let you come along.
If things get dicey--
- I don't recall asking permission.
I need to find her just as much as you do.
- You and Maggie,
you've been giving her lessons, right?
- [chuckles] They're not lessons.
We play chess, talk about old cases,
try to make sense of psyches severed
from morality or reality.
- OK, call it whatever you want. You've been mentoring her.
So tell me, a danger like this, against someone like Distefano,
does Maggie have a chance?
- You know your partner.
What do you think?
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- Maggie!
- [grunts]
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- [whispers] Go.
- Clear.
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OA!
It's fresh.
They haven't been gone long.
- She got out.
- OK, I want every available agent,
local PD, state troopers, everyone combing those woods.
And you know what? Let's raise an aircraft
and get thermal imagery of the area.
And we need to pull nature cam footage as well--
everything we've got.
We need to find her, now!
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- This has got to be Maggie.
It's too small to be Distefano.
She's hurt.
She's on the run.
- OK, two trails from this point,
red trail to the Pinelands, green trail to the lake.
And look, she left us breadcrumbs.
She's headed to the Pinelands. - No, no, no, no. Hang on.
Maggie didn't know for sure that we were coming.
This is a diversion.
This isn't for us. This is for him.
- You positive?
- I'm not a behavioral analysis expert,
but I know my partner.
She's headed to the lake. - Then go.
I'm only gonna slow you down.
Go!
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- Maggie!
- [breathing heavily]
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No.
- Blood on the trail map to throw me off.
My clever Maggie.
But I'm good at tracking, Maggie.
And you should know that.
- Worth a shot.
- We were doing so well. We were making such progress.
And then you broke my heart again!
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- Where is Erin?
- [laughs]
- Where is she?
- I told you, Maggie,
I'd give you a scar
that you can never hide!
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[both grunting]
- [screams]
[both grunting]
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- No!
- [yells]
- Maggie, no! Maggie!
- [screaming]
- Maggie! Maggie!
- Please help me. - Come here.
- OA!
- I need you to grab my hand.
- I ca--I can't!
Help me.
- I'm here.
- I can't.
- Find a place for your foot.
- OK. - That's it.
There you go. There you go.
OK. OK.
I'm here. I got you. I got you.
Come on. Right here.
Grab it. Grab me.
I got you.
- OK.
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[both grunting] - There you go.
OK. Come on.
Hey, look at me.
You're not gonna fall. You're not gonna fall.
I got you. I got you.
Come on.
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That's it.
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- OA, Erin, did you find her?
- No. No.
Come on. - OK. OK.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- Maggie!
- No!
No!
Erin!
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Oh, my--
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[sobbing]
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[wails]
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[dramatic music]
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[wolf howls]