- 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 gun on you? - It's legal. Don't worry.
- Please, just put the gun 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--
[gunshot] - 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 shot.
- 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 shot off?
Any gunshot residue on the hands?
- GSR test came back negative.
- What about the shooter?
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 shooter 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 gunshots.
- 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 killed 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 shooter,
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 died six months ago.
- So Denise died, 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 gun 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 gun 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 gun 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 kill 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 assault 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 killed 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 died 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, killing 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 shots 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 9-millimeter
that you were carrying to the murder 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, assault.
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 ATF 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 ATF's involvement?
- About a year ago, we got intel that these guys
were stockpiling automatic 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 kill 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 ATF 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 ATF. - 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 guns 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-automatic.
ATF was right. Mamet's preparing for a war.
- 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, shoot. 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 kill 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 burned. 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.
[gunshot]
- What was that? Guys, I just heard a gunshot.
♪ ♪
- Tiff, I'm headed to Maggie. Talk to us.
- Scola, you're clear. - Maggie, what's happening?
[gunshot]
[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 snipers 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 weapon!
[gunshots]
- [groans]
♪ ♪
- Scola, what do we do?
- It's over, Mamet.
It's over, okay? It's over!
- Okay, okay. Don't shoot.
- Drop your weapon. 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.
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
- 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?
♪ ♪
- Yeah, I do.
She almost made that little girl
an orphan all over again.
So yes.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
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