You can send me e-mails. Video clips, too.
No, thank you.
I see somebody's excited to be getting back to school.
Yeah, I'd agree.
Yo, the bus is coming.
Isn't it a little bit hot for a wool hat?
Mrs. Randall...
you should probably go.
There's nothing more you can do.
No. My husband's at home.
But I'd prefer to stay here if that's okay.
We're going to make the ransom drop in the morning.
Hopefully we'll have your daughter soon after that.
Do you believe in God?
No. Not really.
Neither do I, really.
But tonight...
would you mind praying with me?
- What have you got? - I'm still working on it.
You know, that kid lied to me. That whole story about Doug and Rich.
- All a big load of crap. - What, you think he's in on it?
I don't know but I'm gonna find out.
I already talked to the police.
I understand that, Mr. Tzetchovich, but I still need to go over a few things with you.
Why would anyone want to take my daughter? Why?
Your daughter is very high profile and this may have put her at risk.
Now, what I'd like to do is take you home in case a ransom call comes in.
Ransom? Oh, my God.
Please help me.
Help me, Jack.
They're gonna kill me.
Jack, he's going to kill me!
Yeah, that's her.
We had to be sure.
- Did she say your name? - Yes.
- How does she know who you are? - She doesn't.
The kidnapper does.
I don't understand.
It's somebody that I investigated in the past.
And it's the man Nick saw?
Yes, I believe so.
What did he do?
Mr. Lovitt, what is important right now is that we stay focused...
Is he a murderer? Is he a rapist?
What?
I deserve to know.
- Did he kill someone? - Yes, he did.
Then why the hell isn't he locked up?
Mr. Lovitt, believe me, if it was up to me this man would be locked away forever.
Dad?
Excuse me.
That was Viv.
They found Spaulding's SUV three quarters of a mile from the warehouse...
painted red.
No Doris.
Jack, you know, I thought I'd seen everything, but this...
I know. What do you expect?
A bunch of bored teenagers...
Iooking for a connection in a hypersensualized world.
Workaholic parents like us thinking that we're making our kids' lives better...
but we're not there when they need us the most.
I don't know. I figure it's everything.
Collapsing school system, the Church, TV. Maybe it's the heat.
Then again, maybe it's the humidity.
All I know is, my daughters can have sex when I'm dead.
Listen to me. You stay away from him, all right?
- Tina. - I'm warning you.
You stay away from my family.
Am I interrupting something?
There are three sets of prints on Brian Owen's camera.
The first, his own. The second, I haven't been able to identify yet...
and the third are those of Pete McCann.
- Has McCann got a record? - No. He's a freelance bodyguard.
He had to register his prints in order to get a Concealed Weapons Permit.
I called the agency that he works for.
They said he was with Randall Corey this weekend.
- You know where he is? - Yes, I do.
Thanks for coming in, Mr. Larson. We've just got a couple of questions.
Go ahead, take a seat.
I don't understand. The coroner ruled Tristan's death an accident.
We just had a few things we'd like to clear up.
You want something to drink? I could use something.
Yeah. Water would be nice.
Yeah, I think we can do that. You just go ahead and hang tight.
How do you want to handle this?
Well, I'd say we ask her about the foundry, get her comfortable...
make it seem like Planet Rescue is cooperating with us...
and get her to talk about Brian.
It doesn't feel right. I mean, misleading her.
I know.
But we have a job to do, remember?
It's okay.
She's safe.
Everyone's safe.
This is every case Jesse Prince has worked on in the past two years.
The closed cases are blue, the open ones are red.
Okay, she looks as if she's pretty good at her job.
Yeah, I'm thinking I might have a fall back if this FBI thing doesn't work out.
Going rate is 10% of the bail. We catch a few skips, it adds up.
"Sam Spade, bounty hunter."
Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
All right. Priors on Bob Bellaqua.
Small timer.
Petty theft, trafficking stolen airbags, expensive rims...
Well, his girlfriend lives in Astoria.
No one's seen or heard from her in a couple of days.
We got someone watching the house.
Well, that tip that she supposedly called in the other night...
came from a stolen cell phone.
Sounds like our friend Bob has himself a new racket.
So he gives his girlfriend a hot phone and she uses it to rat on him.
I love it.
The gift that keeps on giving, right?
You're still working?
How was the stake-out?
You know, a lot of coffee, not much movement.
I'm gonna grab a couple of hours on the couch and then relieve Danny.
All right.
You're still working on the Jessica Raab case?
I just turned up a couple of inconsistencies in one of johns' statements.
You know, I think we should bring him in.
Does this have anything to do with his alibi?
- No. - Then, if he's not a suspect...
we're not bringing him back in.
You're closing the case.
Jack, we haven't even ID'd the prints that we found on her door.
Look, she's been missing for over four months.
Her case is cold, okay?
I'm not closing the case, I'm just putting it on the back burner.
We're just overloaded with other stuff. I'm sorry.
Doesn't it bother you that we seem to care more than she does?
Let me tell you something. When I first met Mrs. Raab...
she had a job, she had a life, she even had a little hope.
She wasn't sitting around in the afternoon popping pills.
Four years is a long time, Martin.
When you talked to her mother, did you ever ask her...
if Jessica had been sexually abused as a kid?
No.
So we have sex addiction combined with a simulated rape fetish.
And I gotta believe that somebody messed with this kid somewhere down the line...
father, brother, uncle, someone.
I'll talk to her mother again.
- Okay. - Okay.
Viv.
I'm 100% behind you this time.
Mrs. Raab?
Sorry.
It's just the sound of that door, the way it squeaks when it closes.
Reminds me of the last time I saw her.
When I kicked her out.
It made that sound.
I really need to get that fixed.
You look so handsome.
Suits me, huh?
Everything's going to be okay.
And you'll only be six months, right?
It's gonna go by like that.
Go to ready gun position.
Fire!
I saw you, Greg. You were all over her.
Come on, Jules, I was just fooling around.
You know what I mean.
You're pissed that I'm leaving, so this is your way of getting back at me?
I'm not happy I'm leaving, I'm not gonna sleep with your friend because of it.
I didn't say anything about sleeping with her.
But I guess that's what's on your mind.
You know what? This is just about you wanting to look for a reason to fight.
And I'm not going to go there.
Okay?
Goodnight, everyone.
- Goodnight, Jack. - Goodnight, boss.
- Clean as a whistle. - You missed a spot.
Look, I'm gonna have my pager with me just in case anything comes up.
Okay, I'll try not to call you.
Well, if you got to, you got to.
Don't let the image of me on my Indian 240...
cruising down the highway...
with the look of joy across my face and the wind in my hair...
Bugs stuck in your teeth.
Not to mention the threat of death around every corner.
I'm not going to let the two of you ruin my weekend.
- What are you guys doing? - Errands.
- Laundry. - Rock climbing.
See you Monday.
- All right. Good night, guys. - You hope.
- Okay. Safe home. - Thanks. Good night.
Then I guess we better get her cell phone records.
Well, I'm headed back to the office.
I'll run her phones and her credit card and see if I can pick up a trail.
Sam, for what it's worth, I spoke to some of her friends here...
and none of them can even imagine her having an affair.
Well, I'll still check it out, you know, just in case.
All right. I'm waiting to talk to her doctor so I'll call you when I'm done.
Bye.
- Rose Atwood? - Yes.
- Hi. I'm Special Agent Martin Fitzgerald. - Special Agent Samantha Spade.
"Special Agent," that's very fancy.
Thank you so much for coming in.
You're lucky that I was downtown shopping.
Otherwise, I would have had you come all the way out to Pelham to my house.
Wow. Fancy office, too.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Just a straight yellow line running into this perfectly blue background.
Look of joy on your face and the wind in your hair?
Actually, too much wind. I caught a cold.
How was your weekend?
Fine. How was yours?
It was fine.
Good.
Yeah, it was good.
- It's creepy. - What?
I don't know, he worships the coach, he lives in his garage.
It kind of makes me wonder what's really going on.
- Come on. - Well, you gotta consider it.
Coaches are like father figures. To most of them the players are like sons.
And in a country with thousands of universities...
I am sure some of the coaches are gay...
and a few of them have had affairs with players.
That may be true. But it sounds to me like this is about cover-ups and corruption.
- Not about a gay coach. - Lf you say so.
And besides, we have an anonymous woman calling his house.
That sounds to me like an affair.
- See you back at the office. - See you back at the office.
Take a knee, gentlemen.
Coach Cooper was a great man, a great leader.
And we loved him...
the same way he loved us. As friends, as colleagues.
And you...
as players...
as sons.
These feelings don't go away even when the man does.
We carry them with us onto the field, today when we practice...
and this fall when we play.
So go play your guts out.
'Cause that's what Coach Cooper would have wanted.
Fellas.
- Family tree? - Just trying to keep things organized.
Preliminary background on the adoptive parents.
Adam Barnes, 44, architect. Fran Barnes, 41, graphic designer.
Combined income, $300,000 a year...
they live on 72nd and Madison...
no criminal history, no financial red flags.
I'm on my way over there. I want you and Martin to go to Camden...
visit the foster homes, see if you can dig into the old case.
And have Danny track down Serena Andrews' biological mother.
If she's still alive, maybe she'll have something for us.
Got it.
And about the other stuff...
- we'll talk later. - I'd like that.
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