FBI (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 16 - Safe Room - full transcript

I'm not saying I don't
appreciate what you did,

- because I do. I just wish...
- No, I get it.

I went too far.

Just a little.

I was just trying to...

Give me all the things
you never had.

Yeah.

Well, in retrospect,
I guess having Lizzo sing

"Happy Birthday" to you
was a tad much.

Well, don't get me
wrong... she was great.

Yeah.



But I just don't want

everyone to think
I'm a spoiled brat.

I want to accomplish things
on my own.

Oh, I know you do.

So listen.

From now on, why don't we try
to focus on enjoying

the simple things,

like making pizza
and watching a movie?

Sounds great.

After I go for a run.

Oh, come on.
You can't take the day off?

I can't.
Tennis season starts soon.

And I want to be number one.

♪ So now ♪



♪ I need to, I need to,
I need ♪

♪ I need to, I need to,
I need ♪

♪ I need to, I need to,
need to win ♪

♪ I need to, I need ♪

♪ I need to, I need to,
I need ♪

♪ I need to, I need to,
need to win ♪

♪ I need to win ♪

♪ I need to win ♪

♪ I need to win ♪

Scream again,
I'll shoot you in the head.

*FBI*
Season 02 Episode 16

*FBI*
Episode Title: "Safe Room"

We got a call from a witness
about 45 minutes ago.

He was walking his dog.

He saw a man dragging
a young woman

into a car
and then drive off.

Did he get a good look
at the vehicle?

He said it was
a small gray sedan.

That's all he remembered.

- What about the suspect?
- Male.

White. Mid-40s.
Had a gun in his hand.

What about the girl
that was grabbed?

- What do we know about her?
- Name's Chloe Ford.

Female, white, 16 years of age.
Father's a billionaire.

Guessing that's the reason
she got grabbed.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, we have two security
cameras on top of the gate.

One on the left.
One on the right.

They already told my house
manager to pull the video,

so you should have access
to that any minute now.

- Thank you.
- Mr. Ford.

Do you have any idea who may be
responsible for this?

- No, I have... I have no idea.
- What about your wife?

Is she here?
Maybe she...

No, she passed away
three years ago.

Sorry to hear that.

Has Chloe been having
any problems in school?

Maybe enemies or stalkers?
Jealous ex-boyfriends?

No.
And she would tell me, too.

We're close... we talk
all the time about everything.

What about you,
Mr. Ford?

Anything unusual
going on in your life?

Have there been
any recent threats,

or do you have any enemies?

Well, I buy and sell
companies.

I shut down factories.
I consolidate business units.

So a lot of enemies.

Yeah, but they're
business enemies.

They might hope I, you know,
go broke or get cancer,

but I can't imagine any of them
doing something like this.

Okay.
If you think of anything

that's helpful,
please let us know right away.

Uh, by the way, I just talked
to the Assistant Director,

and he assured me
his best agents

would be on this case

and they would do
everything possible

to make sure
they get my daughter back.

The Assistant Director's
absolutely right, sir.

All right, come on in folks.

Chloe Ford.
16 years of age.

She's been missing
for 56 minutes.

Every second that passes,

the odds
of finding her decreases.

Yes, yes, so,
Chloe is a junior

at the Trinity School
in Manhattan.

Her father, Nathan,
founder of Crestford Capital

is number 230
on the Forbes 400 list.

As for the case, the victim
was abducted outside the gates

of the family's country
home in Bedford.

I have surveillance footage
from the crime scene.

Okay, great. First eyes.
Check it out.

It's not
the best angle, but...

All right, all right,
we have a...

What is that,
gray Ford Fusion?

Want to zoom and
get those plates?

Elise, you want to run those?

Registered to Abigail Porter,
32, lives in New Rochelle.

Car was reported stolen
at gunpoint 90 minutes ago.

Okay, and the canvas
gets some paint.

So the perp carjacks the Ford
in New Rochelle,

drives to Bedford,
then abducts Chloe.

You guys want to track down
this Abigail Porter,

see if she has
any workable details?

And what else do we know
about Chloe Ford?

Ran her emails and texts.
Nothing too interesting.

Lots of talk about school,
tennis, boys.

Keep working.
What about the father?

Nothing too intriguing
there either.

Mostly business chatter.
Lots of Wall Street jargon.

"Cash flow,"
"P/E," "EBITDA."

So the question remains...
Why Chloe?

She is not the only rich kid
in New York.

Is there something specific
about her? Her father?

This does not seem random.

Was this a money grab,

or is there
something else going on here?

You know, it might not be
relevant to the case,

but the Fords have been
in the news a lot lately,

and not in a good way.

- What do you mean?
- Well, apparently Nathan

threw a $2 million
birthday party for Chloe.

Went viral on social media.

Blogs and news outlets
picked it up.

And put a target
on poor Chloe's head.

Right.

I was stopped at that
stop sign,

um, when this guy
opened my door,

pointed a gun at me,
and told me to get out.

- You get a good look at him?
- Sort of.

Most of my attention
was on that gun he was holding.

But he's definitely white.
About 40, maybe 45.

Average height, I think.
And his hair was brown.

Any scars? Tattoos?

Not that I noticed.

- He have any type of accent?
- No.

He sounded normal,
like he was from New York.

Weird thing is,
he was nice.

Nice?

He kept saying, "I'm sorry.

"I don't have a choice.

I'm only doing this
because of my daughter."

- Hey, guys.
- Yeah?

I've been looking over
that street pod footage

from the carjacking.

- Can you see the perp's face?
- Yeah.

I got a hit on facial rec, too.

All right, all right.
Eyes up.

Guy's name is Mike Helton.

He's 46 years old.
Lives in Queens. No priors.

Works in and out
of construction

and served
seven years in the Army.

Do we have a cell
phone number?

We do, but he turned it off
three hours ago.

Huh.

The car looks new.
Try to access its GPS system.

Yeah.
Hold on.

Okay. Got something.

Looks like it's parked
outside a house in Scarsdale.

Address is 321 Flag Street,

and the property owner's name

is the Henry Kirkendall
Family Trust.

Who the hell
is Henry Kirkendall?

The CEO of a real estate firm
based in Manhattan.

- Any connection to Helton?
- I'm looking.

Okay, nothing's popping up,
but I'll keep digging.

All right.
Call Maggie and SWAT.

Get them over to that
Scarsdale address right away.

Yep.

Go, go, go.

Okay, you two are with me.

- On the vehicle.
- What's your six?

Trunk.

Clear.

I'm clear.
He's clear.

Go.

- On to the house.
- Sure.

Huddle up. Let's go.

Hold.

Stand by.

Weapons green.

Door's open.

- Green, go, go, go.
- Go!

All right, split, split.

Clear left.

B-team, top side.

Walsh, take the stairs.

Alpha team, on the stairs.
On me.

Go, go, go.

- To the left.
- All clear.

Scola, is there
any activity upstairs?

Negative-
second level's clear.

- Headed downstairs now.
- Where the hell is this guy?

There's a ton of property,
but it's freezing outside.

Five degrees with the wind.

All, right.
We'll set up a containment.

Guys, let's rally
in the entryway.

Secure in the rear.

Main floor.

Reconvene down low.

How you doing, FBI?
Glad you're here.

Got here really fast, too,
even faster than I thought,

which proves my point...
Justice is only for the rich.

I mean, you grab
a billionaire's daughter,

the cops find her
in two hours and 49 minutes.

But when you grab a poor
person's daughter,

you don't even look

or return
the father's phone calls.

So I did what I had to do.

I grabbed a rich kid
to get your attention.

So here's the deal, guys.
It's pretty simple, actually.

You find my daughter,
the rich kid lives.

You don't, she dies.

All right. Come on boy.
Let's find this lunatic.

Come on... give you a nice piece
of fillet mignon if you deliver.

Okay, come on.

All right, good work, buddy.

We got a hit!
Hidden door.

Stand by.

Pull it back.

Reinforced steel.

That thing
isn't gonna make a dent.

Oh, no, no, no,
you'll be there all month

trying to break down
that door.

So you're gonna be tempted
to get creative...

Try to get in some other way.

But if you even try,
I'll kill the girl.

Say hi, Chloe.

Let the FBI know
you're doing okay.

- Go on.
- Hhi. th-this is Chloe.

I'm... I'm okay, but...
I'm scared.

Like I said, if you find
my daughter, I won't hurt he.

But the clock
is ticking, guys.

You have exactly two hours
and 49 minutes.

You found Chloe that fast.

No reason you can't find
my daughter that fast!

So I spoke with the property
owner, Henry Kirkendall.

He and his wife are in London.
Have been for the last month.

But they do say
they know Helton.

He worked for them
as a handyman.

It's probably how he knows
so much about the safe room.

Yeah, they said Helton helped
out on the construction of it.

Huh.

Okay, what else
did they say about Helton?

Is he mentally ill?
An addict?

No.
He said Helton's a good man.

In fact, I think
the exact quote was,

"He's one of the most loyal
and honest men I've ever met."

All right,
track down the architect

who designed the safe room

and get copies
of the blueprints.

We need to find
a way to breach.

Okay.

So Helton tried to file

a missing-persons report
three weeks ago.

Said his 16-year-old daughter
Stephanie left the home

around 7:00 p.m.
and never returned home.

What do you mean tried?

Well, in order to file
a report

about a missing daughter,
she has to actually exist.

There's no record of Helton
having a daughter,

and police checked the birth
certificate of the girl

he alleged went missing,
Stephanie Rice.

He's not listed as the father.

So what else do we know
about Stephanie?

She was born in New Jersey.
Both parents deceased.

No official address.

And she doesn't appear to be
attending school

at the moment either... at least
there's no record of it.

Do we know if she was
actually living with Helton?

Yeah.
It appears that way.

Two neighbors
told police officers on site

that Helton has been living
with a teenage girl

for about six months.

Okay, so maybe she was
a hostage

or an underage girlfriend.

It doesn't matter.

If Helton believes he's
the father, that's his reality.

Needs to be ours, too.
Meaning?

Meaning our job
is to save Chloe Ford.

Right now the best way
to do that

is to comply
with Helton's mandate.

Which means we have to find
his missing imaginary daughter

wherever she may be.

All right.
I'll call Maggie and OA,

have them take
the lead on this.

Okay. In the meantime,
head over to the scene.

I want you to take the lead
with Helton.

Talk to him.
Keep him calm.

Do anything in your power
to keep him from hurting Chloe.

Okay.
Right.

You got the job?
Yep.

- It's for the dog.
- What?

I promised him a fillet
if he found the perp.

Deal's a deal, right?

Just, uh, you know,
get him something good.

All right, we now have
a visual inside the safe room.

Okay.
So how do I talk to him?

I tap a few keys.

Mic is on.
Just press and talk.

I tap a few more, it's off.
Same with the video.

If we want him to see us,
he will.

If we don't, he won't.

We now have full control
of what he sees and hears.

Yeah?
Okay, great.

So we can see and hear him.

But can he still see
and hear us?

Not anymore.
Just cut his feed.

You guys cut the video, huh?

That some sort
of strategic move?

You guys gonna
blow up the wall?

I already told you guys

if you attempt to break in
here., it's gonna end badly.

Mr. Helton.

This is Special Agent
Jubal Valentine.

I'm here to talk,
to listen,

and to tell you that
we are doing everything we can

to find your missing daughter.

But the most important thing
right now, Mike, is trust.

And we understand
why you did what you did.

Because you're a father and
you weren't getting anywhere

with the police department.

But all of that is in the past.

There's nothing we can do
to change any of that.

Okay, so,
Agent Valentine,

why don't you tell me
about the present?

In the present,
we have dozens of FBI agents

that are searching
for Stephanie,

but we... we do need your help.

All right, uh...

what I know is...

she walked out the door three
weeks ago about 7:00 p.m.

Said she was going
to the store,

and she never came back.

And then I've been looking
for her all by myself

for the last three weeks
'cause no one will believe me.

Okay, again, Mike,
that's yesterday's news.

The FBI are officially
taking over the case.

So things will be different.

Once we start,
we do not stop no matter what.

So why don't you just open
the door and let Chloe go?

Because her father
wants her back as badly

as you want your daughter back,

and she's got nothing to do
with any of this.

No, I can't do that,

because if I do, you'll stop
looking for Stephanie

and tell me that I'm crazy,
that she ran away from me.

No.
No, no, no.

We are... we are committed
to finding Stephanie.

But you holding Chloe hostage,

that's just eating up
FBI resources

that could be dedicated
to finding your daughter.

No.
Nice try, Valentine.

You've got two hours and 21
minutes to find my daughter,

because if you don't,
I'll kill Chloe.

I have no choice.

I'll just kill her
to prove a damn point.

All right? So no more
junior-high psychobabble

or friendly chatter, okay?

Just find my daughter.

I can't believe Mike
took that girl hostage.

He's not perfect.
But he's a good tenant.

Did his best
to raise his daughter right.

Yeah, about that,
we checked.

According to records,

Mike doesn't
actually have a daughter.

Yes. He does.

What are you talking about?

Her mom died last year,

but before she did,
she told Mike

that he was
Stephanie's biological father.

The guy Stephanie thought
was her real dad died

of a drug overdose years ago.

Okay, so the mom realizes
that she's dying.

So she contacts Mike

and makes him promise
to take care of Stephanie?

Yeah, and he stepped up.

- Is this Stephanie's bedroom?
- Yes.

What was their
relationship like?

It wasn't great.

I mean, they didn't even know
each other

until six months ago.

Not to mention, Stephanie's 16,
has had a hard road.

Uh, can you be more specific?

They were driving
each other crazy.

Mike was being
really overprotective,

and Stephanie was starting
to rebel.

- Did Mike tell you that?
- No.

Stephanie did.
We used to talk a lot.

Okay, so according
to your conversations,

do you think it's possible
that Stephanie ran away?

Okay, Anna?

If you know something more,

you've got to tell us
the truth,

because right now there's
a girl being held hostage

because Mike believes
that his daughter was taken,

and he doesn't think
the police give a damn.

So, please, tell us
what you know.

About a month ago,
they had a huge fight.

Mike thought she was
smoking pot and doing drugs,

so he grounded her for a month,
and she went nuts.

I felt really bad for her.

Okay. So...

So I gave her money

so that she can buy
a bus ticket to Florida.

She wanted to go down there
and visit a cousin and stay

until things cooled down
between her and Mike.

You didn't tell Mike
any this?

No, I just gave her the money

for the bus ticket and thought
everything would be okay.

Hey.

Uh, we have video from
the Queens Village Bus Station.

It shows Stephanie buying
a ticket to Fort Lauderdale

three weeks ago.

So Stephanie, Helton's real
daughter, ran away to Florida?

- Not so sure about that.
- What do you mean?

We talked to the cousin
in Fort Lauderdale.

She confirmed that Stephanie
and Helton were having issues

and she wanted to get away
for a few weeks,

but she never showed up.

And the cousin
didn't tell anyone?

Didn't call the police?

Yeah, well, she claimed
that she got a text message

the same day that Stephanie
was supposed to arrive,

saying that things back home

were better
between her and Helton,

so she was going
to stay put in New York.

But she didn't.
She never made it back home.

So what the hell
happened to her?

Did she meet some stranger
and sail off into the sunset?

I pulled all 911 calls
from within a few miles

of the bus station
on the same night

Stephanie was leaving.

At 7:45 p.m., an anonymous call

came in from a passenger
on a bus to Boston.

He said he saw a man fighting
with a white woman

outside the station.

I did a little bit
more digging,

and I found the dash cam
footage

from the bus the 911 call
came from.

I ran it through forensic
software to clean it up.

It's definitely Stephanie Rice.

Well she's definitely not
sailing off into the sunset.

Okay, so maybe
this guy, the abductor,

sent a text to the cousin
to buy some time

so no one
would start looking for.

Yeah, get that footage over
to Jubal ASAP.

Helton's deadline
is quickly approaching.

Maybe this'll buy us some time.

So he really has a daughter.

That's good news, right?
It means he's not crazy.

No, but he's holding
a teenage girl hostage,

so I'm not ready
to ring that bell yet.

But, yeah, at least we know
he's not totally delusional.

Put me through.

Mike, I have news.

We found video from the
Queens Village Bus Station.

Shows a man pulling Stephanie
into a car.

So you were right,
and I am sorry

the responding officers
doubted you.

But like I said earlier,
that's all different now.

We've taken over, and we are
going to find your daughter.

But we need more time.

She's been missing
for three weeks now.

That makes things
more challenging.

Hell of a speech, Valentine.

But how do I know
you're telling the truth?

Send him a screenshot.

Look at your
video screen, Mike.

That's her.

That's my Stephanie.

Who's... who's that guy?
Who took her?

We don't know.

We're looking
into it as we speak.

Okay, do that.

And, uh, since you're
actually trying,

I'll give you...
I'll give you three more hours.

Look, I really don't want
to put a clock on this.

It might take more time.

No, no, no.
Three more hours.

Mike.

You got to work with us here.
No.

No, I don't got
to do nothing, okay?

I've been begging the police
to get involved

for three weeks now!

And they just laughed at me!

They laughed!
They said I was crazy, that...

That my daughter
didn't even exist,

and if she did, she ran away
and that I abused her.

And you thought so, too.
I can hear it in your voice.

So I'm not going to waste
any more damn time, okay?

Three hours!

Put up a clock.

So this man took my daughter

because someone
took his daughter?

- That's correct.
- Okay.

Then I'll pay him,
whatever he wants.

Giving him any sort
of financial incentive

at this point is a bad idea.

He's angry...
Angry at the establishment,

at the police.

He thinks we only care
about the wealthy.

So giving him money
seems like the wrong approach.

All right, can you at least
let me speak to him?

Father to father.

Maybe I can find some
common ground with this guy.

- It's just too dangerous.
- Oh, okay.

So what's your plan, huh?
Waiting around?

Hoping this maniac
just finds religion

and lets my daughter walk free?

No, sir.

We're working on something

a little more proactive
than that.

We've built 12 of these
so far

at a cost of $2 million
per room.

So this room is
an exact replica

of the one you built
for the Kirkendalls?

It is... with the exception
of the furnishings, of course.

And what are the weaknesses?
Breach points?

Well, there aren't any.
That's the whole idea.

The walls are cement,
reinforced with metal rods

every 12 inches.

So the only way to get in

once it's locked
is to physically break in.

Yes.

What about the ceiling?

Is that reinforced
with steel rods, too?

It's an option we offer,

but most people think
it's overkill,

including the Kirkendalls.

So, in your opinion,
that's the best access point,

the ceiling?

We could run a breach charge,
rappel into the room.

All right.

You mind if we ran
a few practice drills?

Well, sir, this model cost us
a lot of money.

I can't just allow you to...
Just give us the number.

FBI will write you a check.

Suspect down.

All right.

What was the timing
on that one?

12 seconds.

That's as fast
as we can move.

- Isn't fast enough.
- She's right.

I mean, the flashbang
disorients me,

but there's still enough time
for me to get a few shots off.

The bottom line is,
we'll take him out,

but he's gonna get off
a few shots.

Now, whether those are
gonna be at us or the girl

is unclear.

We need a bigger distraction.

So what if we cut the lights
while blasting loud music?

He wouldn't be able to see
in the dark

or hear your movements
over the noise.

That'd probably give us
a few extra seconds.

But the chance for success
is still about 50/50.

- Not great odds.
- No.

Not when you're talking
about life and death.

Hey, hey.

I think Chloe slipped free
from the zip ties.

What?

What is she doing?

No, that's not...

that's not good.

Hey, Mike.
It's Agent Valentine.

I just want
to give you a quick update.

I think we are very close
to finding your daughter.

How close?

Well, I'm gonna need
about an hour or so,

but I just wanted
to keep you in the loop.

The smartest thing
for everybody to do

is to stay patient.

We will find Stephanie,

and you will release Chloe
just like you promised, right?

Damn right I will.

The second you find
my daughter,

I'll open that door,
and I'll let Chloe walk.

But I need proof.
Real proof.

You'll definitely get that.
All right?

So let's just all stay calm.

We do not want this
to turn into...

No, Chloe, Chloe!

- No, don't! Don't do it.
- Please.

You shoot her, we stop lookig
for your daughter.

She's just
an innocent kid, Mike.

It's not her fault
you're in this situation.

So put the gun down.

You think I want to hurt her?

No.
No, I don't.

Of course I don't.

She's someone's daughter.
I know that.

Put the gun down.
And you know what?

Let her go,
because if you do that,

I promise you, we will continue
to do everything

we can to find your daughter.

You have my word on that.

I'm losing my mind,
Valentine,

but I'm not stupid.

I let the kid go...

it's over.

You have 47 minutes left,
so please...

Please...

just do what you got to do
and find my daughter.

I just talked to Jubal.
This is getting bad.

Chloe just tried
to attack Helton.

- I admire the pluck.
- Easy way to get killed.

We need to find
his daughter and fast.

I don't see any other way
to resolve this

without
the risk of serious injury.

I've been playing around
with the dash cam footage.

Got an enlarged image
of the car

Stephanie was dragged into
and reconstruct the pixels

around the windshield

to get a better look
at that parking permit.

Off that I got
a partial serial number.

Only a partial?

All because of the make
and year of the car.

That's all I needed.

It was registered
to an Alfonso Gomez.

He lives in Brooklyn.

He's obviously not a physical
match to our subject,

but the car is definitely
registered to him.

All right,
get that information

over to Maggie and OA
right away.

On it.

I sold that car
about a month ago

to a kid named Sergio.

He rented a room off me.

Caught him smoking meth
in my place.

Kicked his ass
out the same day.

- I got no time for junkies.
- Okay, sir.

It's really important
that we find him.

So is there anybody else
in this building who knows him?

You need to speak to him
that bad,

wait up front for a bit.

He'll probably show up
in about an hour or so.

He will? Why?

He keeps a pigeon coop
up on the roof.

I figure it's good therapy
for him.

So I haven't put a stop to it.

Who knows?
Might help them beat the drugs.

Hmm.

Why kind of guy
plays with pigeons?

Apparently the kind that
does a lot of meth

and kidnaps kids
from bus stations.

You know, I know the NYPD
tries their hardest,

but how the hell

did they let this case
slip through the cracks?

They investigated.
They just didn't see any evidence.

Her father kept calling
and calling.

You think they blew this off
because he was poor?

No, but I think
if he were rich,

there's no way in hell
this would have happened.

Nathan Ford spoke directly
to the ADAC.

I mean, just the way it is.

Hey, OA?
I think that's Sergio.

Hey, Sergio, FBI.
We need to talk.

It's clear.

Okay, it's got to be one
of these two apartments.

FBI. Has anyone entered
your apartment?

No.

My partner needs to take
a look right now.

Be my guest.

It's clear.

Shut the door.

- Ready?
- Hit it.

Drop the knife.
Leave me alone.

Come any closer,
I'll cut her.

You don't have a move
here, Sergio.

Don't make this worse
than it needs to be.

Okay, we just want to talk.
Let her go.

Sergio,
I will shoot you!

Don't do this.

- I got him. Take her.
- Yeah.

He's on the fire escape,
headed for the roof.

Hey. Freeze!

Hey, hey!
Stop!

Help me.

Help me!

Where's Stephanie?
Where did you take her?

What?
Pull me up!

Answer my question,
or I'm letting go.

Pull me up, please!

Where is she?
Where is Stephanie?

Stephanie?
Which one is she?

You took her from
a bus station three weeks ago.

I don't remember.
I grab a lot from that place.

Pull me up, please!

Please, pull me up!

Argh! Pull me up!
Please!

Tell me where
those girls are.

Every single one,
or I will throw you

back off this roof myself!

Look. I'm not a bad person,
I swear.

I just needed the money...
for dope.

And these girls,
they ain't no saints.

I know 'cause I talk
to 'em first

to see where their heads
are at...

If they had family,
if they'd be looked for.

And if they did have family,

you would send
some fake text messages

so no one would call the cops.

Can't get caught
if people ain't looking.

So, what, after you steal
these girls from bus stations,

then what?

You just sell them
to the highest bidder?

No.
Only to this dude, Hugo.

He gets 'em hooked
and then puts 'em to work.

You know, sex work.

Where'd Hugo keep
these girls?

I don't know.

Well, you're gonna help us
find out right now.

Do you have his number
on this phone?

No. We don't communicate
like that.

Hugo's paranoid
about using cell phones.

So how do you communicate,
smoke signals?

Same way Pablo Escobar
used to...

Pigeons.

I'm sorry, Chloe.
I didn't mean to hurt you.

I...

just reacted.

- Why do you hate me so much?
- I don't.

I just needed someone rich

so the police would pay
attention.

You heard about
my birthday party, didn't you?

Yeah, read all about it.

Sounded like it was pretty fun.

Are you really gonna kill me

if they don't find
your daughter?

I got no choice.

Sure you do.

But I don't.

I got to let the world know
how unfair this is

so it doesn't happen again
to some other father.

I know you're listening,
Valentine.

Maybe you could help us out
with all this

and tell me
where my daughter is?

Hey, Mike.

Uh, yeah,
we are still doing our best,

but we have not found her yet.

What the hell
are you talking about?

We just nailed down her
location

about five minutes ago,
but we have agents

heading up to Hartford
to pick her up.

Hartford? She's in Hartfor?
With who?

Well, we're still
looking into that.

But, uh, Mike,
I got good news...

We know she's alive.

If you're lying to me,
Valentine...

I'm not.

You have my word.

Apparently homing pigeons
only fly one way.

So the ones in this pen,
when released into the air,

should fly directly to wherever
Hugo originally housed them.

Good to go?

Okay.

The second that bird lands,
we should have an address...

Hopefully the location
of Helton's daughter.

Come on.

Up, up.

I'll stand by.

- Get back.
- Stay.

- Federal agents!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Fan out! Let's go!

Trailer's up!

I got two!

It's okay.
Hey, it's okay, it's okay.

We're with the FBI.
We're here to help you.

- Where's Stephanie?
- She's over there.

She's sick.

Okay, sir!

Maggie, I need
some Narcan, now.

Is she gonna make it?

I'm not sure.
Doctors say she's septic.

Her body
is starting to shut down.

Okay, Valentine,
time is officially up.

- I got to go.
- No more extensions,

no more dancing,
no more lying.

- I need proof my daughter's alive.
- Hey, hey, Mike,

like I said,
we are on our way

to pick her up, but it is
a two-hour drive.

No, you're lying.
I can feel it.

No, no, no, no.
Hey, hey, hey, listen to me.

I swear to God, we found her.

You hear me?
We found her.

I swear on the life
of my own children.

Then let me talk to her.

I can't.

Look, she's in the hospital.

I didn't want to tell you that

because I'm trying to get
more information,

and because after everything
you've been through,

I wanted
to give you some good news,

but, yeah, when we found her,
she needed medical attention,

so we rushed her
to the hospital.

"Medical attention"?
What does that mean?

I'm not sure.

I'm trying
to gather information.

"Gather information"?

I swear, I don't... I don't know
what to believe with you.

She's here, she's there,
she's in the hospital.

Now you're... you're
gathering information.

Hey, I can...
I can show you a photo.

I can put you on the phone
to the hospital.

I'm not lying.

No.

I-I want to talk to her,
no one else.

You... you have exactly ten
minutes to make that happen.

Look, we are so close,
buddy.

You got to trust me here.

I'm gonna let you talk
to her soon as I...

Say another word,
and I end this right now.

Ten minutes.

I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorry.

Isobel, he's at
a tipping point.

He wants to talk
to his daughter in ten minutes.

And He means it.
He's done negotiating.

Did you tell him
she's in a coma?

No, I thought that would
push him over the edge.

I mean, he is
extremely agitated right now.

He is desperate. The only thing
keeping him from hurting Chloe

is... the hope that his daughter
was going to be okay.

We take that away from him...

So what's the play?

We need to breach.

SWAT said the odds of Chloe
surviving that are 50/50.

If we do not breach,
the odds of Chloe surviving

are a lot less than that.

Okay.

Okay, so on my signal, yeah?

Yes, sir.

All right.

Okay.
Here we go.

Mike, I have an update.

You got exactly
seven minutes left, Valentin.

Don't waste your time
lying to me.

Look, Stephanie is ready
to talk.

Now, she's barely conscious,

but they're going
to video chat me.

So why don't you
walk right up to the monitor there,

and... we can make sure
you both see each other?

Execute.

Drop your weapon!

Stop.

- Suspect down.
- Suspect is down.

Get that weapon away.

You okay?
Let's get you upstairs.

You're safe now.
Get her to the paramedics.

Yeah.
Right this way.

I got you.

- Hey.
- Who are you?

Jubal Valentine,
the guy you've been talking to.

Shoot it to me straight.

Did you find my daughter?

She's been in a coma
for the past few hours,

but we just got good news.

She regained consciousness.

The doctors say
she's gonna make a full recovery.

I know...

I know what I did
was crazy, but...

it was worth it.

I guess it was.

Hey.

Help him.
Help him.

Come on.
Come on.