The Glades (2010–2013): Season 2, Episode 3 - Lost and Found - full transcript

Once, the roads were icy and cold.

Heather was riding her bike home
from school when she slipped...

hitting her head on the road-
thunk, thunk!

[Girls Gasping]

Heather died that day.

Her body is here before us now...

and her spirit is ready to go to heaven.

And we're here to help her
to the other side.

Light as a feather-

[All]
stiff as a board.

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.



Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

- [Woman] Go to sleep, girls!
It's almost midnight!
- [Gasping]

Ow.

- [Woman] Lights out, Patty!
- Okay, okay!

Sheesh.

I really do think I was floating.

Hey, look!

Fireflies.

- You in?
- Yeah.

Come on, Heather! Come on!

[Gasps]

I got one!

Really? Can I see?



Yeah. Look what-

[Jar Clatters]

[Both Screaming]

- [Scream Echoes]
- [Chattering]

[Police Radio Chatter]

No cell phone or wallet.

There's one entry wound here,
under the chin.

Maybe a .38 or a nine-millimeter.

Well, it's definitely not suicide.
He was dragged through the grass here.

- [Chattering]
- No blood, so he was obviously
killed somewhere else.

Okay. What'd you do now?

Nothing. I swear.

[Scoffs]
I think.

...canvassing the area.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Gentlemen.

Yo. "Gentlemen"?

Meet your new forensic nurse.

- Forensic?
- Nurse. Yeah.

She passed her certification
this past weekend.

Highest test scores since the state
required them, I might add.

- No surprise here.
- She'll be joining us on a case-by-case basis...

which will allow her to continue working at
the hospital and finish her medical studies.

- No flies on you, huh?
- [Chuckles]

- Glad you could join us.
- Thank you. I'm... excited.

I think.
[Chuckles]

- Dr. Sanchez, if you will?
- Please.

Allow me to show you what we got.

"Dr. Sanchez, if you will?"

"Allow me to show you what I've g-"
This is not good.

Look, it's a wonderful
opportunity for Callie.

She's got a real aptitude for forensics.

Plus it helps the department fill the gap
between victim and law enforcement.

Oh. There's a gap?

Besides, rumor has it
she was very helpful to you in the past.

She might as well get paid for it, right?

Right, but what about the whole...

"Let Callie and Ray
work it out as a family" thing?

Oh, I'm pretty sure they'll still be able
to do that between the two of them.

Now, what I need to know is whether or not
you can be professional about this.

Oh, professional. Yeah.
I'll shoot for that.

Okay, maybe I need to be
a little clearer with you.

We've got a small department
with a very big job to do, Jim.

And the way I get the most
out of my department is by...

surrounding you with personnel
that you can actually work with.

So unless you want me to go to the bench
and get you a partner...

- that I'm sure you absolutely
cannot work with-
- Uh, no. Right. Okay.

- Mm-hmm.
- l, uh- I got it.

- Yeah.
- Now.

That's what I wanted to hear.

[Carlos] And when we don't have any l.D.
on him or her, we take the fingerprint.

Run it through the system.
You usually get lucky.

This might help.
Um, the tattoo next to his thumb?

Yeah. Looks like some kind of bird.

A swallow, maybe?

If it is, then he's probably navy.

They see it as a good omen. When you see
a swallow, you know you're near land.

Uh, my uncle was a shipman. He had one.

- Look at you helping us already.
- Hey, Carlos...

did you know that forensic nurses bridge the
gap between victims and law enforcement?

- [Sighs, Clears Throat]
- Oh, I get it. You're making fun.

No. I just didn't know there was a gap.

It's the hottest new field
in law enforcement.

Half the people who walk into E.R.'s
are the victim of a violent crime.

Who better then to advocate and help
investigate the circumstances behind it?

But clearly the gap
that needs addressing...

is this one, and that ain't gonna be me.

[Police Radio Chatter]

You know, seriously, um, I get it...

if this is a problem for you,
'cause if you showed up at my work-

- Weird. Yeah.
- lt'd be weird.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Just so we're clear- um, the nurse thing?

Still doing it.

And medical school?

Yep. Just got my schedule.

Okay.

Let's go solve a murder.

Yeah. Let's go do that.

Well, it looks like you and your little birdie-

or sparrow- were right.

Our victim was in the navy.

Had Daniel run his prints through
the military archives in Saint Louis.

- So who is he?
- Here you go.

Uh-

Master Chief Doug Preston.

Thirty-three-year-old
noncommissioned naval recruiter...

covering offices and job fairs
between Florida and Georgia.

Military is sending through his contact
information, so that's always fun-

notifying the family.

Uh, yeah. I'm familiar with that pleasure.

- Yeah, especially when you have
to investigate them for murder.
- [Mutters]

Speaking of family, how's Ray?

Uh, so far he's kept his word.

And he's driving a tow truck,
which, if you knew Ray...

is a substantial fall from grace.

And he's spending
a lot of time with Jeff...

which Jeff really needed.

How are you doing?

Oh, you know me. No complaints.

Oh. I was just leaving you a note.

Well, now you don't have to.
Um, what's up?

Just some Kevin Fowler business.
I wanted to get you up to speed.

- Kevin Fowler. He was our-
- Is that serial killer. Yeah. How can I forget?

Callie, right?

- It's nice to see you.
- Sam. Yeah.

Nice to see you too.

Okay. Uh, we just caught
a new one, so, um...

- you wanna bring me up to speed later?
- Oh, yeah. Of course.

We can do it over dinner tomorrow night.

We're still on, right?

Dinner- Yeah. Yeah.

- Dinner.
- Great. I'll see you then.

Great.

- Dinner?
- Yeah, she's just-

Bringing you up to speed.

Daniel's located the name and address
of the victim's ex-wife.

Hey, are you okay with Callie observing?

I want her to get the feel
of how an investigation is built.

Oh, is there a gap in that too?
[Scoffs]

Uh- Yeah. No, I'm good.

Good.

Have fun.

Thanks.

- ## [Radio: Pop]
- It's not a date. It's dinner.

You know what? If you wanna go and have
dinner with your old partner from Chicago-

- [Jim] It's just dinner!
- [Radio Off]

- "Just dinner." Right. I got it.
- Hello?

- Is there something I can do for you?
- Valerie Preston?

Yeah?

Hi. Uh, Detective Longworth
with the F.D.L.E.

And this is... Callie.

We knocked on the front door,
didn't get an answer...

but we heard the music, so-

Yeah, it's my day off. Is something wrong?

Actually, I'm afraid there is.

We're sorry, but your ex-husband, Doug...

has been murdered.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

Well, that's what we're trying to find out.

[Valerie Sighs]

[Jim]
When did you last see Doug?

I don't know. Three months ago, maybe.

You guys part on good terms?

Yeah. Yeah, we both realized...

we jumped into it a little too quickly.

We were only married for four months.

Yeah, you have to be careful
jumping into things too quickly.

Where were you last night?

I'm a cosmetic rep for a local wholesaler.

I was in Tampa-Saint Pete area most of
the last two days. Got home late last night.

Well, I'll check on that, of course.

Okay, but I didn't kill him.

Okay, but I'm still gonna check.

As a naval officer,
did he carry a service revolver?

He did.

- You know where he kept it?
- He usually kept it with him.

If it's enemies you're looking for,
you might want to start with his job.

- He had problems at work?
- Military recruiters don't have fan clubs...

so much as they have
families who hate them.

You mean families who've
lost someone to active duty.

Some letters came to the house- hate mail.

Um, guess they thought
Doug still lived here.

- Do you still have some of them?
- Yeah. I'll go get them.

Yeah? Great.

So that's it?

That's what?

That's your great investigation technique?

You saw what I did with the sandal, right?

It tells me a man's been here recently.

Well, she's divorced,
so I don't really get the significance.

Well, it might mean something.
Might mean nothing. We'll see.

Yeah. Those are the two options.

Let me know if there's
anything else I can do.

Oh, I will.

[Sighs]

Yeah?

Jim Longworth, F.D.L.E.

I want to ask you a few questions
about Doug Preston.

What about him?

He's dead. He was murdered last night.

[Sighs]
Those my letters?

Yeah.

Then I guess I see
why you came looking for me.

Yeah, I wrote a lot of crazy shit
to the son of a bitch.

What son of a bitch?
Oh, right, the guy that was murdered.

Yeah.

If I were you, I'd think I did it too.

But I didn't.

In these letters, you pretty much
blame Doug for your son's death.

In Afghanistan, a year ago.

Doug Preston didn't pull the trigger...

but he dogged my son relentlessly
from the day he turned 18.

Phone calls, texts.

He didn't have the balls
to come by the house.

Said he died a hero.

Like losing him was-

was gonna make it more acceptable.

So that's why you started
writing him letters, harassing him?

I did more than that.

I stopped by the recruiting office
the day he came to town.

- Made sure he knew what he did.
- Make you feel better?

Feel better about losing a child?

Right. Sorry.

But killing Doug-
that would have made you feel better.

Yeah, probably.

But it wouldn't bring back
my son, now, would it?

No, sir, it wouldn't.

- [Sighs]
- Oh, do you own a gun?

And I don't mean a registered gun.
We already know the answer to that.

I don't own a gun of any kind.

And if I was gonna kill the man who was
responsible for my son's death...

I wouldn't dishonor him by using a gun.

I'd use my bare hands.

Thank you for your time.

I was able to pull frags
out of Doug Preston's skull.

- Hollow point.
- Cop killas.

His ex-wife said...

he always carried his
service weapon on him.

Maybe he was killed
with his own navy issue.

Maybe. Same caliber- nine-mil.
Not that we have his gun to test against.

Death was instantaneous.

Based on liver temp, I'm putting
time of death at 11:00 p. m. Iast night.

- We ever find his cell phone?
- Mmm, no...

but according to his records, the only local
phone call Doug Preston got last night...

was at 9:37 p.m. from a pay phone.

I'm running it down now to see if I can find out
who used that pay phone to call Doug Preston.

Then there's this-
a brownish-orange stain on his jeans.

[Sniffs]

It's pureed carrots.

Pureed carrots? Seems odd for a grown man.

Maybe a grown man who liked
pureed carrots. Maybe they're rations.

More like for a baby- something you feed
a six- to nine-month-old infant?

Why would Doug have baby food on him?

'Cause they had a baby.

Valerie's definitely given birth.

"Three-sheets-to-the-wind,
not-a-care-in-the-world, string-bikini" Valerie?

Yeah. You could tell by her belly button.

There's this eyelid shape that forms
over the top once you've given birth.

Huh.

Makes me wonder what else
Valerie wasn't telling us.

Uh, l-I don't understand
what the big deal is.

The big deal is when people
fail to mention things...

Iike they have a nine-month-old son
with my murder victim...

then I start to wonder
what else they might be hiding.

I'm not hiding anything.
You asked about Doug, not if I had a baby.

Your son's father is murdered,
and you didn't think that was relevant?

Yeah, because other than spilling
your fourth- no, fifth- margarita...

you don't seem that upset.

Of course, another reason
to drink would be to celebrate...

putting a bullet in your
good-for-nothing ex-husband.

Doug and I were fine.

We divorced before Cody was even born.

I have full custody, and he hasn't
missed a single support payment.

Yeah. Where is Cody?

He's at the sitter's.

I told you. I just spent the last
two days traveling for work.

I needed a little time to myself.

- What's the sitter's name?
- Why?

Well, the better question would be,
"Why don't you want to tell us?"

No reason.
It's just l-I have more than one sitter.

Well, the one that has Cody
right now would be great.

He's with Grace.

Grace?

Ortiz.

Thank you.

She lives on the, uh-

Off the turnpike... near-

- Valerie, is something wrong?
- No. No.

- Did something happen to Cody?
- No, no.

No.

- I don't think so.
- "No," or you don't think so?

[Panting]
I don't know.

Valerie.

Whoa. She's going.

Valerie? Can you hear me?

Valerie.

I just got off the phone with Grace Ortiz.

She sat for Valerie
up until six weeks ago...

then she quit when Valerie
became "all-over crazy."

Grace's words, not mine.
"Erratic" is what I'd call it.

- Cody's not with Grace?
- No.

She moved down to Pensacola
to live with her sister.

I had Family Services
drive by just to make sure.

So where's her son?

It's not uncommon to hide a kid
during a contentious custody battle.

Maybe Doug decided
he wanted back in after all...

and Valerie decided over her dead body.

Or his.

[Door Opens]

- You see that?
- [Sighs]

It's a size 10.

It's about the size of the sandal
I saw in your backyard.

Hey, your ex-husband, Doug-
he's a size 10, isn't he?

So, either one of his sandals
has managed to avoid the lawn mower...

or he's been to your house recently.

I told you.
I haven't seen Doug in three months.

Well, actually
there's a third explanation.

And that's that you have
a new man in your life.

You know, some guy you're dating
that might have helped you out...

with your little custody issue with Doug.

Doug didn't want custody.

He didn't want to have anything
to do with Cody...

or have any ties to me.

Then help me out with something else.

Why aren't you hysterical
that your son is missing?

Oh, wait. I know.

'Cause he's not missing, is he?

You know exactly where he is.

Valerie?

He's with Bradley-

my boyfriend.

The owner of that sandal?

Mm.

So why did you tell us
he was with your former sitter?

I was just afraid to tell you that I left him
with my 24-year-old boyfriend.

It's just sometimes
I run out of options...

and I need somebody to watch Cody,
and he's always willing to help.

- Well, I don 't believe you-
- All that from a sandal.

Yeah. Pretty annoying
to admit sometimes...

but he's pretty damn good at this.

It wasn't like that, Detective.

Doug and I were fine for a while...

but then he found out that I was pregnant.

Not what he signed up for, I guess.

And that was that. He was gone.

That's a big decision-

having a child that you knew
you'd be raising by yourself.

Valerie?

I love little Cody so much...

but sometimes I need a break so bad!

I'm sorry.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna
need to talk to Bradley...

which means I'm gonna need
to keep you here till I do that.

Why?

So you can't speak to Bradley
and get your story straight.

Bradley Anderson?

Can I help you?

Yeah.

Whoa. What's up with that?

We're looking for Cody Preston.
His mom said he was with you.

Yeah. Well, he was.

What do you mean "He was"?

Valerie had some sales calls to make
on the West Coast, so I watched him...

but I dropped him back off at her place.

You dropped him off at Valerie's?

Yeah. Why? What's wrong?

- What's wrong is he's missing.
- Okay.

Missing? W- He can't be.

Have you ever had contact
with her ex-husband, Doug Preston?

- No, I never even met the guy.
- [Phone Rings]

Okay. Hold that thought. Daniel.

Just got a phone call from the motel
manager at the Thirsty Pelican lnn.

- He saw Doug's murder on the news.
- Was Doug staying there?

Yeah, but not under his real name.

He used an alias and he paid in cash.

Thanks.

We got a tip on her ex-husband, Doug.

Her ex? Hey, what the hell's going on?

Yeah, thank you for your cooperation.

Well, hey, let me know if Cody's okay!

Sorry about housekeeping.
We didn't know there was anything wrong.

There's probably too much D. N.A.
in this place to help us anyway.

He have a little boy with him,
about nine months old?

Didn't see one. Wait, wait.

Dulce!
[Speaks Spanish]

The man who was here yesterday-
he didn't have a little kid with him, did he?

S?. A little boy.

Another man brought him over and drop him
off, then he pack up and take the baby.

What did this other man look like?

Young. C?mo- 23, 24. A baby face.

I don't know why
I didn't tell you the truth.

I- I panicked when I saw your badge.

[Spits]
You panicked...

because Doug paid you to take Cody
away from Valerie, didn't he?

And when you realized you could get more
for stealing a baby, you demanded more...

- and, hey, Doug's dead.
- No.

[Stammers]

- No, it wasn't like that.
- Lucky for you...

why you shot Doug is not
as important as, where is Cody?

[Sighs]
I don't know. I swear.

And I didn't kill Doug.

[Sighs] I just thought
with Valerie's sitter gone...

she really needed a break.

Doug was Cody's father, so I called him.

I thought he could take his son
once in a while-

you know, just when he was in town.

He say where he was going,
what his plans were?

[Sighs]
No.

And it wasn't until I drove away
that I realized what a mistake I'd made.

God, I even forgot
to give Doug Cody's bankie.

"Bankie"?

[Sighs]
Yeah, it's his, uh, little blue blanket.

He can't sleep without it.

So, l-I drove back to the motel...

but he had already checked out...

and then freaked when I saw
what happened on the news.

Just not enough to contact us
so we can get on to Doug's trail.

I know. I know. I'm sorry.
I completely messed up.

But you have to understand. Valerie's-

She's a great mom. She is.

But she's totally alone.

And Doug thanked me for calling him.

He said he felt terrible that he walked away
and never did anything to help.

I had no idea he'd run. I swear it.

This murder investigation
has just become...

a priority-one missing persons case.

I issued an AMBER alert
on Cody Preston and put out a BOLO
for Doug Preston's missing truck.

- What did he know?
- He claims nothing...

beyond being the last person to see
Doug Preston and his son together.

He swears he doesn't know
what happened after that.

Well, unfortunately,
this may tell us what did.

It's Ben Morgan's military records...

and the real story behind
his death in Afghanistan.

Turns out Frank has a pretty good reason
to be mad at the navy.

Ben didn't die a hero's death.

No. He died alone and scared.
No backup.

"You take my son, I'll take yours"?

- Better known as motive.
- [Cell Phone Snaps Open]

The R.V.'s missing. He took off.

Looks like it. Excuse me!

Your neighbor, Frank Morgan-
We were here earlier today.

There was an R.V.,
a Winnebago, parked right here.

He pulled out a couple hours ago.

- He say where he was going?
- No, just up and left-

- [Phone Rings]
- Like a bat out of hell too.

Daniel.

Men and their driving-
never understood it.

Thanks.

Oh, and put a BOLO out
on Frank Morgan's R.V.

Florida fish and game just found
Doug's abandoned vehicle.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

[Police Radio Chatter]

[Siren Wailing]

Definite sign of a struggle
outside driver's side door.

- This is where it all went down.
- Car seat.

I found this. Looks military issue.

Can't get a signal.

There was definitely
a baby in here recently.

There's still spit-up in the safety lock
reservoir that hasn't evaporated yet.

I'll see your spit-up and raise you a receipt
from Clearmont Pharmacy. Oh!

Big, fat wad of cash
and Doug Preston's passport.

So, robbery wasn't a motive.

Maybe he was flying under the radar- cleared
his account, stopped using his credit cards.

- But why?
- Yeah, I don't know...

but Doug Preston definitely had a plan...

and that plan didn't work out for him.

And there's still a baby
missing out there somewhere.

[Police Radio Chatter]

- [Valerie] Did you find my baby?
- [Callie] Not yet...

but we found Doug's car, and we think
that Cody might have been with him.

No! No, Doug would have never taken Cody.

Okay. While you think that Bradley
was watching Cody...

he was actually meeting with Doug so that
he could help you take care of your son.

Bradley would never do that.
Why would he do that?

'Cause he thought that
you were overwhelmed.

He wanted to help you.

Where's Cody? Where is he?

We don't know.

But he's alive, right? He's okay?

- Valerie-
- Are you saying he's dead?

- No.
- Oh, God.

All we know right now
is that your son is missing...

- but we have everyone
in the state looking for him.
- [Panting] Oh, my God.

This is footage from the pharmacy
where Doug was last seen alive.

According to store records, Doug bought
baby supplies- food, formula, diapers, wipes...

baby aspirin and a bottle of Pedialyte.

Paid for in cash, I'm guessing.

So this is earlier the day of the murder-

10 hours before
the estimated time of death?

According to Dr. Sanchez, yeah.

Oh, and I tracked down that pay phone.

It's near a box store in Palm Glades.

No A.T.M. or traffic cams, unfortunately.

And Bradley, Valerie and Frank Morgan
all live within a few miles...

- so it doesn't really eliminate anyone.
- Yeah.

According to search and rescue,
based on terrain, access roads...

and working back from point of attack...

our estimated search area is over 400
square miles and growing by the minute.

- It's the very definition
of a needle in a haystack.
- [Jim] Or a baby.

Wait.
[Taps Key]

Hello, Frank Morgan.

[Manus] As in the last person
to see Doug Preston alive.

Yeah, with baby Cody.

Is Callie with the mother?

Apparently the news
didn't go over very well.

Valerie collapsed. Callie's had to
admit her into the hospital.

- [Phone Rings]
- Daniel, go and work on...

- that search warrant for Frank Morgan's house.
- On it.

Oh. Well, we got partial good news.

The Highlands County Sheriff's Department...

just found Frank Morgan's R.V. parked
outside the Highlands Hammock State Park.

- Partial as in "no sign of the boy."
- Unfortunately, no.

But they're bringing Frank in as we speak.

Good. I'd like to have
a little chat with Frank.

[Chattering]

I wasn't running. I swear it.

So you were questioned by police
in the murder of someone
you're on record as threatening...

had motive to kill, and you suddenly
decide to go on a joy ride?

Did I really need to say
"Don't leave town"?

I didn't have anything to do
with Doug Preston's murder, Detective.

And I definitely wouldn't harm a child.

Considering you know yourself what
it's like to lose one, I'd like to believe that.

Unfortunately,
that's the reason I think you did.

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth?

You're saying l-I killed his son
to make up for the loss of mine?

We have you on tape fighting
with Doug- with baby Cody-

10 hours before he was shot dead.

Look, I admit I saw him
in the parking lot.

Oh, you were just in the parking lot?

It's a mall, for crying out loud!

[Sighs] And, yeah, I did have
a head of steam up...

but before I could say a word,
he started apologizing to me.

Apologizing for what?

Recruiting my son.

Said he felt like shit
for pushing so hard...

that he was just doing his job, but as
a father he understood my anguish.

I never even knew he was a father.

He never mentioned it.

But I could see he meant it.

You know, holding his boy like that.

And what it would be like
to lose that boy.

No- He said he was taking
a leave from his job...

he was reassessing his life
and he was gonna settle down.

He just wanted to be a good dad.

So all that resentment,
all that anger about losing Ben...

just went away with an apology.

I'm not saying that.

Yeah, it- it helped.

Wouldn't expect you to believe it.

That's why I didn't say anything
about me and Doug.

Yeah, well, it's a damn shame that the only
person that can corroborate your story is dead.

'Cause the F.D.L.E...

is scouring your R.V.
and your home, Frank...

and if they find one piece of evidence that
can link you forensically to Doug or to Cody...

I'll make sure you go away for life.

- [Sighs]
- [Woman] F.D.L.E.

[Monitor Beeping]

Cody is definitely sick.

That's why Doug was buying Pedialyte
and baby aspirin.

What's the lab report say?

From the mucus in his spit-up, they've,
uh, picked up some kind of infection.

Viral or bacterial?

I'm running further tests
to determine what we're dealing with.

But if it's viral, it'll run its course.

Yeah, and if it's bacterial, he could go
into sepsis if it's left untreated.

How's Valerie?
Is she well enough to help us yet?

Like, you know,
maybe confess or tell us who did this?

They've got her sedated,
and I've ordered a psych evaluation.

Erratic behavior, gaps in memory...

self-medicating with alcohol.

It could be depression brought on
by postpartum, but l-I don't know.

There's something definitely
going on with her.

- Yeah, a little thing called guilt?
- Survivor's guilt. Yeah, maybe.

- Well, just in case- Daniel.
- Yeah?

Check Valerie's credit card purchases.

See if she came straight back
from that business trip...

- or stopped off at that big-box store.
- Yeah, you got it.

Also, I got the walkie to work.

Rewired it, charged the battery.

Still just getting static though.

Don't those things usually come in twos?

Was there another one
found at the crime scene?

- No, just this one.
- Wait.

What if Doug was using the walkie-talkie
as a baby monitor?

- [Walkie-Talkie: Static]
- Okay, it's got to be one of these channels.

- Maybe if we go off-road.
- [Squawks, Static]

Even healthy adults can only go
96 hours without water.

A toddler who was dehydrated,
not holding down food-

maybe 12 hours.

Eighteen hours,
his body will start shutting down.

Plus an infection? Jim, I don't know.

No, don't think it. Don't even say it.

Believe me, I'm trying not to.

Please be right, and not that we just
couldn't find the other walkie-talkie.

Look. I'm thinking if Doug knew
he was going for a meeting...

and he knew that meeting could go bad,
he'd put Cody in a safe place, right?

Right.

[Static Continues]

[Clicks, Beeps]

[Static]

[Baby Coos]

[Cooing Continues, Babbling]

- Oh, my God, Jim.
- It's- I know.

It's a baby. It's Cody. He's alive.

- [Babbling, Fussing]
- Yeah, but where?

[Fussing, Babbling Continue]

This walkie-talkie has a range
of about 15 miles.

Now, each one has been paired to the same
frequency as the one with baby Cody.

Now, these aren't like cell phones.

They can't be triangulated
to pinpoint his exact location.

The good news is that this shrinks
our search area considerably.

The bad news is that we're still looking
at about 70 square miles of terrain to cover.

If your area falls into anything residential
or commercial, knock on doors.

Show them pictures of Cody.

Look, listen and be aware.

And let's bring this boy home.
Okay, move out.

[Chattering]

- [Squeaking]
- Come on, Cody, little buddy, hang in there.

[Cody Fussing]

- Hey, do you hear that squeaking sound?
- [Squeaking]

- [Cody Fussing]
- Yeah.

- Squeaky toy, maybe?
- That's good news, right?

- He still has the strength to squeeze it?
- Yeah.

- [Exhales]
- [Fussing Continues]

You got a unit on Bradley?

No need to.
He's been to the station twice.

Calls every half hour
looking for updates on Cody's rescue.

He's either really worried or really good.

Any word from Callie?

She's checking on Valerie at the hospital.

- They're going to run some tests.
- Okay.

If she's thinking postpartum,
in extreme cases...

sufferers are capable
of just about anything-

suicide, homicide, infanticide.

Well, at the moment Cody is still alive...

so let's just focus on finding him,
and then we can worry...

about whether or not Valerie had anything
to do with her ex-husband's murder.

Daniel found a bar
down the road from the crime scene...

that Valerie dropped into
the night Doug was murdered.

He's gonna tag along with me for the ride,
then I'll check on Callie at the hospital.

Okay.

[Cody Crying]

Your omega-3s are extremely low...

which is a good indicator for postpartum.

Have you been aware of any
feelings of depression?

I only knew I wasn't enjoying any of it-

a beautiful son, being a mom.

I'd bring him into bed with me
to help him sleep...

and I'd have to face the wall
so he wouldn't see me crying.

Where's your family?

We don't have a relationship.

We haven't been in touch in years.

So, you're alone, overwhelmed,
self-medicating with alcohol, drugs.

No. No drugs.

And the drinking-
I don't even like to drink.

But sometimes it's the only way
I can deal with it all.

It's a terrible thing to say. I know.

I'm not a cop, Valerie.

I'm a nurse, and I'm not judging you.

There's a lot of women
who are suffering from postpartum...

who don't even know it...

especially if they don't have
a spouse or family around.

- You know, the good news is...
- [Exhales]

we know Cody's alive.

We can hear him.

Yes.

But we need your help.

He's out there somewhere
and he needs you.

- I don't know where he is.
- I know. I'm just- I'm just saying...

if you could think of somewhere
that Doug might take Cody...

or someone who wants to hurt Doug-

I don't know! I swear.
Can't the police just contact his family?

They have. And his employer...

and nobody even knew
he was down here right now.

[Sighs]

I'm asking you to think hard.

Who would want to hurt your family?

Does Cody have his fuzzy?

His fuzzy?

It's Cody's blanket.
Does he have his fuzzy?

He- He can't go to sleep without fuzzy.

- I don't know.
- He can't sleep without fuzzy!

He has to- You have to find-

[Sighs, Exhales]

I'm an awful mom.

Yeah, I'm positive. That's her.

Like I told this guy,
she came in by herself.

Had just driven back from a business trip
in Tampa or something.

- She seem angry, agitated?
- Not at first.

I mean, she had a couple glasses of wine,
then some guy tried to buy her a drink.

- She went a little nuts on him.
- For buying her a drink?

Then she went off on some guy named Doug-

how he ruined her life,
how she hated the son of a bitch.

I mean, seriously, it's like the first time
I've ever had to throw somebody out...

for having a fight with somebody
who wasn't even here.

- About what time was this?
- Around 9:00, 9:30, I think.

Two hours before Doug was killed.

And we're just 30 minutes up the turnpike
from where the murder happened.

- Do you have a pay phone?
- A pay phone?

I haven't seen one of those in years.

Try the next exit off the turnpike
where all those big-box stores are.

Probably the closest one around here.

That's where the pay phone is-
the one used to call Doug. On it.

- Thanks for your time.
- You got it.

[Chattering, lndistinct]

Jim, I'm telling you,
you can't push her right now.

We have an eyewitness
that puts Valerie drinking at a bar...

raging at her son of a bitch ex-husband...

30 minutes from the crime scene
and two hours before he was killed.

She's suffering
from postpartum depression.

Her hormonal levels are parabolic.

There's no way she could pull off a plan
to lure in her ex-husband and then kill him.

I mean, she can barely
account for her time.

Because, uh, a hormonal woman would never
kill an ex-husband for trying to steal their son?

And you don't know she can't account
for her time. She could be playing you.

That's what murderers do, Callie.
They lie.

There's still a big leap
from being a liar...

to "She killed her ex-husband
and maybe even her child."

Yeah, and postpartum psychosis is still
motive for murder, suicide and infanticide.

Look, you may feel sorry for her,
even like her.

That doesn't mean she's not guilty.

[Door Opens]

- [Sobbing]
- Valerie?

[Sobbing Continues]
No!

- Look, Val-
- No, it was a mistake! It was all a huge mistake!

- What was a mistake?
- You know what I did!

You know! Why are you torturing me?

- Uh-
- Valerie?

I did it. I killed Doug.

I'll sign whatever you want.
I'll do anything you want.

I just want my baby back.

I just want this to be over.

[Panting]

- Then where is Cody?
- I don't know.

You confessed to killing Doug, Valerie.
Your son is with him.

If you killed your ex-husband, tell us what
you know so we can try and find your son.

I don't know. I can't remember!

Uh, why don't we try what you do remember-

about your marriage, your time with Doug
before things went bad.

[Sighs]

I got caught up in the romance, I guess-

the flowers, the candy...

the champagne on his friend's boat...

the wedding, but it wasn't real.

Doug wasn't real.

But you went through with it, right?

The pregnancy, the baby.

I threw up.

I thought I was seasick,
but I guess I was already pregnant, and-

[Deep Breath]

We conceived Cody on-
on his friend's boat at the marina.

My Escape.

Our little romantic nest.

[Scoffs]

I can still hear the boat rubbing against
the wake bumpers.

Okay, the murder, Valerie. Bradley-
was he involved? Help me out here.

I should never have dragged him into this.

Dragged him into what, Valerie?
What did you drag him into?

It doesn't matter.
What matters is is that I killed Doug...

and my son is-

I don't know where my baby is.

Okay, okay. Listen to me, Valerie.

Maybe the reason that you don't know where
your son is is maybe you didn't kill Doug.

Okay? You're beating yourself up.

You're punishing yourself 'cause you
think you're a bad mother. I get that.

But confessing to something you didn't do
is not helping us find your son.

So I'm asking you one last time-
Did you kill Doug?

Yes.

Valerie...

did you kill Doug?

No.

No.

- Come on, boy. Let's go.
- Wait. You got her to "un-confess"?

Yeah. It's the first time
I've ever had to do that.

Callie didn't like me pushing her
like that, but at this point...

we can't afford to go down
any more blind alleys.

Well, at least that lines up
with the forensic report I just got.

They found several short
blonde hairs in Frank's R. V.

Oh, and, Jim...

he stopped mumbling...

and we haven't heard any voices,
just that squeaky toy.

All right. We're on our way.

Well, squeaky toy-
That's still a good sign, right?

If he's in sepsis, I seriously doubt...

that he'll be able to have the strength...

or the cognitive awareness
to squeeze a toy.

What about Valerie's cognitive awareness?

It's all over the place. Why?

Well, she can remember some things...

Iike where she and Doug conceived Cody,
but not whether or not she killed Doug?

Because she didn't kill Doug.
That's the psychosis.

Reality's much more vivid.

- [Screen Beeps]
- She said she got seasick, right?

On Doug's friend's boat?

Right.

What if that squeaky noise
we've been hearing...

isn't a squeaky toy?

Jim, I don't know. Is this crazy?

Yeah. And at this point, I'll take crazy.

My Escape.

[Squeaking]

- [Squeaking Continues]
- [Footsteps Approaching]

[Clattering]

That's him. It's Cody.

[Crying]

Okay. Okay, Cody. Hi, honey. It's okay.

Yeah, he's burning up.
We have to get him to the hospital.

Do you see his fuzzy anywhere?

His fuzzy?

- Yeah, his little blue blanket.
- Okay, well, I'll try and find it.

- You go, go, go. Go.
- Okay.

- [Phone Rings]
- All right. Okay.

I know.

- Yeah. We got him.
- Is he okay?

He's burning up with fever. Callie's got
him now. We're gonna take him to the E.R.

Great job, Jim.

[Beeps]

[Sighs]

Thanks, Daniel. Yeah.
No, that's kind of what I figured.

- Hey.
- Hey. I got your message.

- You brought bankie?
- Yeah, I did.

- Great.
- I'm just so glad you found Cody.

- How is he?
- Well, he's on antibiotics and fluids.

Trying to get the fever down, you know?

- We got to him just in time.
- [Sighs] God.

So, uh- Well, what happened?
Did you figure out who did this?

We did. Yeah.

We found several blonde hairs
in the R.V. of a suspect.

We're testing them
to see if they match Cody.

How's, uh- How's Valerie?
She must hate me.

More confused than hate.

You know, 'cause of
the whole postpartum thing.

But I'm sure once the meds kick in
and she can process...

that you killed Doug...

then kept your mouth shut
while leaving her son alone to die...

well, yeah, I'm pretty sure
she's gonna be pretty pissed off at you.

Uh, wait. I thought you said
you found a hair.

Yeah. Wasn't a match.

But I did find this note
where Doug was keeping Cody.

"Get bankie.
Sawgrass Preserve at 11:00."

So? That doesn't mean anything.

11:00- time of death.

It means that Doug was killed when he met
someone to get Cody's blanket...

which Valerie and Cody call "fuzzy."

It's only you that calls it "bankie."

When you went to the motel
to give this to Doug...

and then realized he'd taken off
with Cody, you panicked.

You needed a plan.

So you called him from a pay phone
at a big-box store at 9:37...

which a paid intern just confirmed.

You told him that Cody couldn't sleep
without his bankie.

So Doug agreed to meet you.

But he didn't bring Cody,
so you couldn't undo your mistake.

So you fought,
but he wouldn't tell you where Cody was...

even when you grabbed for his gun.

He threatened me with it-
tried to scare me off. We scuffled...

- and before I knew it-
- Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah.
The gun went off.

You know what? I know you thought
you were trying to help Valerie...

but bottom line- you just didn't want
to take care of her kid.

I was just trying to help.

But l-I don't know anything about kids.

I never had to take care of one.

- I was just trying to help Valerie!
- Let me see your hands.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Please.

I've been sick to death
worrying about Cody.

I'm losing my mind looking for him!

- Come on, sir.
- Oh, God!

[Sobbing]
Oh, God.

Shh.

- You're gonna be okay, Cody.
- [Babbling]

Mommy's here.

Sh-She's right here.

You know what?
We should, um, let him rest.

It's okay.

Hey. He's gonna be okay.

We have him on l.V. fluids
and antibiotics.

He'll cycle through a few fevers in the next
few days, but he's gonna be fine.

[Sighs]

You're gonna be okay too.

You have to realize
that you've also been sick...

but postpartum is treatable.

And with the right medications
to balance you out...

and counseling, you'll be fine.

And-And Cody?

I mean, will he and l- I mean-

It might take some time,
but if you can prove to Family Services...

and the courts that you're committed
to this, you guys can be a family again.

[Sighs]

Thank you.

I don't know what I would have done
without you.

I thought I was going insane.

[Sighs, Laughs]
You found fuzzy.

Why don't you take it to him?

Cody.

Hey, look what I have.

Mommy's got fuzzy.

- [Babbling]
- Do you want fuzzy?

[Babbling Continues]

You sure you want to be a doctor?

- 'Cause you're actually one hell of a cop.
- [Scoffs]

- Now you're just insulting me.
- Oh, really?

After all this, you still hate cops?

Yes! This was terrifying.

- And a little amazing-
- Uh-huh.

Finding Cody alive.

Well, police work
may have found her son...

but you definitely saved Valerie
from losing Cody forever.

So, I guess there is a gap
between victims and law enforcement.

Oh! I'm sorry.

Is that you admitting to being a little
judgmental about forensic nursing?

Well, I think "judgmental"
is a little judgmental.

You have to go, shower.

I need a shower?

Yeah, for your date tonight, remember?

It's not a date. It's dinner.

- You know, around the same table.
- Right, where she can catch you up to speed.

Yes.

You know she's totally playing you, right?

How is she playing me?

Acting like she's cool working with you...

being here, like she's cool with me.

- She is cool with you.
- Yeah, she's totally cool with me.

Just...

be careful, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

I'm not into her anymore.
You know that, right?