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WOMAN: I told Consuela she shouldn't talk back
not if she wants to keep her job.
I don't care how nasty that woman is.
She makes Consuela pick out her clothes.
Sexy, you know, for her husband?
It doesn't matter.
It's about the baby, that's it, you know?
No more juice for you, baby girl.
Too much sugar is no good.
( chuckling )
Ay, que bonita!
Rosa, look!
Oh, she's so little!
( both giggling )
Oh, she's beautiful.
( siren wailing in distance )
( woman sobbing )
Okay, I need you to calm down.
Just try and tell me what happened from the beginning.
I don't know. I turned for one second.
MAN: Okay, we're rolling.
A young child vanishes from a city park
and an urban nightmare becomes a horrifying reality.
It happened this morning.
JACK: What have we got?
Abby Buckman, three years old.
Her father's a professor at Columbia Law School.
Her mother is Angela Buckman.
Assistant District Attorney.
I know her.
Right.
Hey. going to be a big one, huh, Jack?
Looks that way.
You ready to give a statement?
Not yet.
You'll call me when you are?
Don't I always?
( siren blaring )
It's going to be a circus.
God, what happened?
I don't know, baby, I don't know.
Come on.
I just...
( reporters clamoring )
This is a schematic of the playground.
Aside from the fourth-graders
we have a park's maintenance worker
two other nannies, a single dad with his son
and a hot dog vendor.
So far, everyone checks out
and no one saw anything out of the ordinary.
And no one heard anything?
I mean, you'd think a three-year-old
would scream, right?
Unless she was taken by someone she knew.
How's the nanny check out?
Martin said she was pretty freaked out.
I'm going to head over there
and talk to her again.
Okay.
What about Abby's playmate?
We got a kiddy shrink coming in
see if we can get anything out of her.
Well, I got a jump-start on the sicko angle.
665 registered sex offenders in Manhattan alone.
All right, well
stick with Dad.
This may not even be about the girl.
Think it's about her mother?
She's a take-no-prisoners D.A.
She's made a lot of enemies over the years.
Sounds like you've worked together before.
At least a dozen times since '96.
Well, that's good.
Then she'll let us into her case files.
With discretion.
Right.
Oh...
We have a sighting of a middle-aged man
with a girl matching Abby's description here
a 70-year-old woman with a mink stole
with Abby here
and a teenaged skinhead with Abby here.
All right, the playground's got a single entrance here.
No other way in or out.
Whoever took Abby would most likely have had
to go around here and exit here onto Central Park West.
Where there were cabs, subways, parked cars, fast getaways.
Yeah. It's also possible they double-backed
through the park itself along here.
Toward Harlem.
Wooded north end.
Plenty of room to get lost.
K-9's on it now.
Abby's a prime target for illegal adoption, you know.
Black-market baby selling.
Blond hair, blue eyes-- that is big bucks in that world.
Some *** offers candy or a lost puppy.
Kid doesn't know what she's getting into.
Viv, you want to come with me?
Buckmans are back at their apartment.
They've scheduled a press conference for noon.
Is she ready?
Who knows?
She's so small, Jack, so little.
I can still smell her in here.
Her clothes.
( chuckling ): Her blanket.
She's here, she's right here.
I know this is hard, Angela.
I'm not even going to pretend to know what it feels like.
Listen, I need you to promise me something, okay?
You got to keep me in the loop.
I know procedure. That could be difficult for you.
I'll do what I can.
I'm glad you're here... and it's you.
So, uh... what, uh, what do you need to know?
How long has Rosa worked for you?
Since the day Abby was born.
And what do you know about her?
Well, I did a full background check
before we hired her, of course.
Is there anyone else
we should be looking into?
What's your docket like?
There's plenty of people who'd like a piece of me.
Anyone stand out? Anything out of the ordinary?
You know, there was this guy
last week.
Gave me the creeps-- a lot more than usual.
Hello, pumpkin.
How's my favorite girl in the world, huh?
How are you?
Hi, Rosa.
Hey, you must think you're some real tough ***, don't you?
You put my brother away for 20 years for nothing.
You got yourself a nanny, huh?
My brother can't pay for a nanny from Dannemora Prison.
He's got a kid he can't feed anymore
since you put him away.
You think about that when you're safe at home, ***!
ANGELA: That guy probably thought I knew
exactly what he was talking about.
He could have been referring to any one of a hundred cases.
Well, we have your files.
We'll look into it.
Press are here.
Okay.
Here's what I need you to do.
Make eye contact with the camera.
Say Abby's name a lot
and don't be afraid to be emotional.
We need to pick out one of Abby's photos before you go.
And remember:
the person that you're talking to has your daughter.
( camera shutters clicking )
( sniffles )
Abby's such a good little girl.
She's such a sweet soul.
We miss Abby desperately
and we love Abby so much.
And, sweetheart
Mommy's here, and... I love you.
We're going to get you home.
And whoever took Abby, let me tell you, we will find you...
Abby, Daddy's here, Daddy loves you.
Please, we just...
we just want to have you back.
Thank you.
WOMAN: One question-- do you think
it could be somebody that you prosecuted?
And do you blame the nanny?
( crowd clamoring )
Those tears were real
and she kept eye contact with the camera.
Notice how the husband kept looking at the ground?
Mm-hmm. I'll get him alone.
MAN: Wait up! Wait up!
Wait up!
MAN ( over TV ): Ms. Buckman, a veteran prosecutor
appeared drained of emotion as she concluded
a brief press conference just a few moments ago.
I hate that we have to do that.
Abby's face
is plastered across every Trinitron in the city.
That kind of publicity can't hurt.
It's a tough bargain, 'cause either way
their personal tragedy becomes "Film at 11:00."
Ah, they're just doing their job.
Yeah, well
after some ambitious reporter goes behind your back
with an exclusive that blows your case
you might feel a little differently.
We'll see.
Yes, you will.
( sighs )
( taps table )
You know what I can't get my head around?
This little girl gets snatched
from a crowded playground, and nobody sees it.
Well, we've still got Jessie Stevens
Abby's playmate from the sandbox.
I thought she wasn't giving us anything.
Child psychologist is coming in
to take a run at her.
Maybe we get lucky.
Ah, I hope so.
So do I.
( heavy sigh )
So, Jessie, you and Abby were at the playground
and you were in the sandbox, right?
Well, where was Abby?
Was she... was she over here?
All right, well, how about this?
Was she over here?
Jessie?
I think she was right here, sitting next to you, right?
And then, Abby went away.
Right, Jessie?
Where did she go?
Where did she go, Jessie?
Did someone take Abby?
Did someone take Abby, Jessie?
You don't know?
Okay.
♪ ♪
I know Abby and Jessie play together
but are you and the Buckmans close?
We used to be.
Angela and I met in the girls' Mommy and Me class.
Used to be?
What happened?
Oh, I didn't mean anything by it.
I just...
I told Angela that I didn't know how she did it all.
You know, having Abby, working...
I guess she felt that I was judging her.
You hit a nerve.
I tried to apologize
but Angela just refused to acknowledge that, you know
anything was even wrong.
So, we just drifted after that.
What about their nanny?
Oh, uh, well, as far as I know
they've always been really happy with Rosa.
In fact, it was Rosa who recommended Maria to us.
Mm...
You don't think Rosa could have been involved in this, do you?
She was right there, and then she was just gone.
Can you think of anyone that might want to hurt her?
No.
Has anyone asked
you anything about the Buckmans?
Anybody following you?
Anybody watching you?
No. My God.
Have you talked to anybody
about the Buckmans?
Maybe a boyfriend?
My whole world is that little girl.
I've been with her since the day she was born.
Her mother goes to work. I stay with her every day.
How about this morning?
No.
Anything out of the ordinary?
No. Mrs. Buckman was running late, like usual.
Okay, here we go.
( coughing )
Oh, honey, are you okay?
She just has a cold, Mrs. Buckman.
I'll take care of it. No problem.
Oh, should we call Dr. Caine?
( pager beeping )
Oh, I'm due in court in a half an hour.
Thank you, Rosa.
I'll call you later.
Oh, sweetie.
Bye, honey.
Mommy loves you.
Bye-bye. Thanks.
( giggling )
Bye, honey.
So you would say that Abby
is closer to you than she is to Mrs. Buckman?
I would never say that.
Rosa, so you have any children of your own?
I feel so bad.
So bad. It's all my fault.
( sobbing )
( man on TV ): Larry's right.
You got a judge shot in Texas, now this.
Spend your whole life putting people away
I guess it catches up with you.
It's odd seeing your own life turn into a sound bite.
Pretty soon they'll be going after Angela
blaming her for being a prosecutor
instead of a mother.
Is there anyone else to blame?
What do you mean?
You look very guilty, Mr. Buckman.
Are you sure you're telling
us everything?
I did something... so stupid.
Whatever it is, you need to tell me.
Middle-aged law professor, awestruck coed.
Such a cliché.
What was her name?
Clarissa Walters.
And when was this?
Three years ago.
I came to my senses and I called it off
right after Angela got pregnant.
And?
Clarissa went crazy.
She, uh, dropped out of school and started stalking me.
Threatened to tell
my wife.
But she didn't.
No. I guess she got the point
'cause things died down.
Then a few days ago
it started up again.
Why won't you take my calls?
You know why.
It's not what you think.
Don't touch me.
My wife could be down here any minute.
I am applying for reinstatement at the law school
and I just need you to write me a recommendation.
Please.
I'm sorry for what happened.
How I acted.
But I am finally getting my life back together.
I'm glad.
I just need your help.
I don't think it would be appropriate
for me to write that letter.
Why?
I'm sorry, Clarissa.
It's just not going to happen.
I'm sorry.
Did the calls
continue after that?
No.
Did you ever know
Ms. Walters to display any violent behavior?
No, but, still... I'm worried.
I mean, I'm hoping that I'm crazy
for even thinking it.
Well, we'll look into it.
Thank you for being honest.
You will use discretion?
I mean, obviously... Angela
doesn't know anything about this.
Of course.
A K-9 unit found Abby's shoe up here on 116th
right near the tennis courts.
You were right.
They had to have cut through the park heading uptown.
If they keep walking
they're within a half a mile of Columbia Law School.
Think it's the father?
Or the mistress.
Vivian said he was having an affair with a student.
She may have the motive.
Just because a woman's having an affair with a married man
doesn't make her a criminal.
Except when it does.
Hello.
No, no, no.
Give him the number.
Yeah, we'll put a trace on it.
We're getting a ransom call.
( phone ringing )
Hello.
( distorted low voice ): Put $150,000 in unmarked bills
in the red Dumpster behind Luigi's
on Second Avenue, 9:00 tonight.
No police, or she's dead.
You asked for it.
Fine; whatever you want.
Just, just don't hurt my baby.
( person hangs up )
Hello.
Hello.
Did we get a trace on it?
( distorted low voice ): Put $150,000 in unmarked bills
in the red Dumpster behind Luigi's
on Second Avenue, 9:00 tonight.
No police, or she's dead.
You asked for it.
"You asked for it."
Sounds personal.
Or they want us to think that.
That sounds like a cheap voice distorter.
This guy's an amateur.
Unmarked bills
a Dumpster-- it's stuff he learned
from watching too much TV.
Let's talk suspects.
Okay, Clarissa Walters--
uh, Mr. Buckman's stalker.
She took the baby for revenge.
With a voice distorter, it could be a woman.
Okay, run with that.
I'm thinking
the nanny with an accomplice.
Motive?
INS says that her mom's visa ran out
and 150K would certainly help keep her in the country.
I'm thinking we talk to the other nanny first
then we go back and talk to Rosa.
I'll cross-check everyone in the park
against the location of the ransom drop.
It's incomplete, but I got some possibles
on the guy who threatened Angela.
We have to talk to her about the drop-off.
Let's see if she can make
a positive I.D.
We have the money, but I don't know
if we can get it together by tonight.
It's okay; we have a long-standing ransom agreement
with two New York banks.
We can have the money within hours.
He said unmarked bills.
The money is unmarked.
There's other ways of tracking it.
What are you going to do--
follow him, take him down at the drop?
Angela, you have to trust us.
We've been doing this a long time.
( clearing throat )
Uh, these are the brothers of all the men
that you've sent to Dannemora in the last year.
I don't know.
I see so many faces every day.
It's okay; take your time.
That's him.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm positive.
Name's Mike Foley.
I'll check it out.
His brother's John Foley.
Life sentence.
I remember him.
What was the charge?
Felony possession.
I could have plea bargained it down to misdemeanor
but he was dealing near a school.
He said that.
Is he crazy?
If I told the university
Matthew had an affair with one of his students
he'd be fired in a heartbeat.
I've been protecting him.
Then why did you ask him for a recommendation?
Do you know how hard it is to get back into law school?
You could have asked any of your other professors.
I did
but he was my advisor.
His was the most important.
So, why didn't you write a letter, send an e-mail?
I don't know.
Didn't seem like a big deal
to pick up the phone.
You wanted to talk to him.
Maybe in the back of my mind...
I wanted to hear his voice.
But you didn't have to go over
to his apartment to see him.
No, I didn't.
But at that point, I was very frustrated.
I was a good student.
I thought it was the least he could do
after the way he treated me.
Sounds like you're not so over him
Ms. Walters.
Where were you
this morning at 10:00?
"C" level of the library.
Anyone see you there?
I wasn't hiding.
Thank you.
Rosa does more for that baby
than her own mother does.
Sure.
Mrs. Buckman, she knows nothing.
Abby is allergic to tomatoes, but Rosa
she has to tell her this.
She's a working mother.
Oh, she's a very intelligent, important woman
but as a mother?
Mrs. Buckman's probably too busy to realize
that Rosa is going through hell with her own mother.
Mmm. That poor girl.
INS-- they came banging on the door
6:00 this morning.
I'm so scared.
Mi madre, she's so old.
If she goes back, I'll never see her again.
I don't know what to do.
Oh, I tell you what to do.
You talk to Mrs. Buckman.
You tell her what happened.
She knows people-- people in the government.
She knows who to call; she can help you.
I already ask her; she said no.
How could she say no
after everything you do for her?
I don't know.
She said it would compromise her.
No favors, that's what Mrs. Buckman did for Rosa.
No favors.
Rosa must have been pretty angry, huh?
Oh, no, no.
She respects Mrs. Buckman.
I don't think she ever really ask her for help.
I would never hurt Abby.
Please, I don't know where she is.
I miss that baby so much.
Are you willing to take a polygraph?
A what?
A lie detector.
It's a test we use to see if you're telling the truth.
I am. Please, whatever you want.
I swear on my life.
Danny's polygraphing the nanny.
Sounds like she has a good motive.
People like her
come to this country
and work three jobs to make ends meet.
They don't steal babies.
You know how long
it would take her to make 150 grand?
A lifetime.
Maybe we do have a disgruntled employee on our hands.
She works 12 hours a day
ten bucks an hour changing dirty diapers.
I'm sure she's disgruntled
but not enough to orchestrate a kidnapping.
All right, what about the mistress?
( chuckling )
Now we're talking disgruntled.
WOMAN: The authorities
refused to comment on possible suspects.
As the search continues
every working mother has to ask...
All right, Mike Foley--
the guy who threatened Angela-- he's a cabbie.
Turned his ride into dispatch at noon today.
Said he had a family emergency.
He was going to be gone for a few days.
So, we checked his apartment, family and friends.
Looks like he skipped town.
See if we can find him.
An hour and a half till the drop-off.
We got to get going.
So far, no one who was at the park
ties to the ransom location.
Yeah, it's set.
NYPD's got the perimeter.
Great.
Nothing but the rats and the roaches.
At least you got company.
JACK: How's Angela?
Watching too much TV.
So I've been hearing.
Someone declared open season on working mothers.
I think Reggie's only benefited from my working.
He's a good kid.
Whatever you did with him, you ought to bottle it.
I think we got something.
JACK: Oh, please.
Danny, get rid of them.
DANNY: Hey.
Hey, you want to live to see tomorrow?
Don't be playing with my livelihood, you got me?
Nice work, Serpico.
I grew up on Pacino.
SAMANTHA: FBI-- stop!
Where is she?!
Don't shoot me!
Don't shoot me, please!
Don't shoot! I don't know anything.
Where's the child?
I-I don't have her. I-I don't have her!
I-I-I never did.
MAN: I didn't take the kid.
I swear to God, I don't have nothing to do with it.
I saw it on the news
no one was asking for a ransom
so I thought I would.
I figured it'd be easy money.
Easy money.
Didn't occur to you that we'd be all over this?
I told her not to call the police.
You are hands down the biggest idiot I've ever met.
Am I being charged with something?
Oh, you'd better believe it, Sparky.
How about obstruction of justice and extortion
to start with?
Delia Rivers is here.
Do me a favor and take Einstein here down to the pen.
Jack, we got something.
9-X tracked the roaming signal
on Mike Foley's cell phone.
He's in Atlantic City.
We called the locals, but we were thinking
it would be a good idea if we took the chopper.
Okay, go ahead. I'll set it up.
I'm about to make your day.
( clears throat )
I got a call from the yearbook photographer at St. Bernards.
He was in the park yesterday morning shooting candids
of the fourth grade at recess.
This is Abby.
Yes, it is.
He thought she was cute
so he snapped a couple of extra shots for his book.
These must have been taken just before
she disappeared.
Looks that way.
And he brought them to you
because the network pays more than the police.
We won't run them until you give me the go-ahead.
All I'm saying is
when it's appropriate and when it doesn't
endanger your investigation
I wouldn't mind an exclusive.
Thank you.
Thank you.
MARTIN: Absolutely.
Okay, thanks.
All right, Foley checked in last night.
We got a baby seat in the car.
( child screeches )
Hey, what the hell
Where's the girl?
Get your hands up!
FBI! Keep your hands
where I can see them!
Where's the girl? Give us the girl!
Come here, honey.
It's okay.
It's okay.
FOLEY: I knew I'd be a suspect
as soon as I heard it on the news.
Why is that?
Standing outside the courthouse
yelling at her one week before her kid goes missing?
If I were a cop, I'd look for me.
Come on.
What am I going to do?
Hold the kid hostage
until Mrs. Buckman lets my brother out of prison?
She messes with your family, you mess with hers.
Look, this is exactly why I took off.
I didn't want to spend the weekend in lockup
while you guys figured out I wasn't involved.
You thought the whole thing would just blow over?
Look, I take my girl to Atlantic City
you guys find the kid
I come home with an extra "G" in my pocket.
Thank you, Lady Luck.
Well, you just ran out of luck.
Go ahead and get dressed.
SAMANTHA: Here's what the yearbook photographer's pictures get us.
Abby's here with the nannies
and it looks like she's asking them for juice.
Enter the third nanny
the one that Rosa Maria told us about.
And here they are, huddled over the stroller.
Right, but their backs are turned
which is probably when the kidnapper strikes.
Right.
SAMANTHA: Look at this.
It's kind of flared, but it's...
It's a woman.
She's pushing a stroller but that
doesn't necessarily mean there's a baby in there.
No one told us about her.
Who the hell is she?
Is it Clarissa?
Could be.
She tried to contact
Matthew earlier this week, but he rejected her.
Her alibi is unsubstantiated.
I think it's worth bringing her in.
All right.
I'll go get her.
( exhales )
Are you going to tell Angela about the affair?
I don't think we have enough information
to potentially ruin a marriage.
Angela is beating herself up
because she thinks it's her fault
because of her job.
Meanwhile, he's got this secret he's not telling her.
If it were you, you'd want to know.
Okay.
But at least give Matthew the chance to tell her himself.
You really think it might've been her?
Unfortunately, it's a possibility.
Oh, my God.
This is all my fault.
I wouldn't go there yet.
But I do think you need to tell your wife.
Please take a seat.
You people are unbelievable.
What do you want from me?
Look, um, Clarissa, right?
I know that this is
a waste of your time, but I really need your help.
I'm trying to build a profile on Matthew
so I need to find out about his friends, his work
his relationship with his wife
and anything you could tell me would be helpful.
Well...
Matthew never really got what he needed from his wife.
Why?
She's a complete workaholic, and, frankly, a bit cold.
Mm-hmm.
I'm sure she could sense he was pulling away.
You know? I'm not saying
that she got pregnant on purpose, but...
But what?
What happened?
He's an honest, loyal man.
Unfortunately.
How so?
There was never any question
he was going to be there for that child.
Right.
So we make sacrifices... and we move on.
It's sad, actually.
I think Matthew and I could've been very happy together.
Really?
You painted a very different picture
when you talked to Agent Johnson.
Well, I'm ambivalent about it.
I guess I'm just being more generous today.
Right. Well, that makes... that makes perfect sense.
Thank you
Clarissa, for your help today.
( scoffs )
Well, you're welcome.
I don't really know how I helped you.
You wouldn't mind taking
a polygraph test, would you?
I mean, just as a formality.
You people are disgusting.
TV ANNOUNCER: It's been 27 hours, Delia
and still nothing.
DELIA: So the question remains if Angela Buckman's work
as Assistant District Attorney has come back to haunt her.
Just tell her the truth.
Uh, well, I went back through my case files.
This is everything since '93.
Parole, probation, anybody that might have a grudge against me.
Thank you.
What about Foley?
We checked his meter and logs... his alibi checked out.
You know
this may have nothing to do with your work.
Well, it doesn't matter.
I'm already the poster child for
the career woman who neglects her family.
You start buying into that crap, we're all in trouble.
Nobody seems to remember our mystery woman from the park.
How did Clarissa do on her polygraph?
She passed.
Did Matthew drop the bomb on Angela?
As we speak.
It's been 28 hours, Jack.
I know.
I mean, we're doing everything right
but we're still at a dead-end.
I just can't help thinking
that the answers are in this park.
All right, let's lay it out, okay?
They stroll into the park, side-by-side.
And we know that right before Abby was taken
she went to Maria, the other girl's nanny
to get a glass of water.
No more juice for you, baby girl.
Too much sugar. It's no good.
Okay. So, let's say that our mystery woman
she moves towards them.
There are two little girls dressed the same
they look the same.
She's anxious, it's bright out...
Maybe she can't tell them apart.
Maybe...
she's standing there, she's got to make her move.
Maybe she took the wrong kid.
Here's what I got on the other girl's family.
Dad's a surgeon, Jeffrey Stevens.
Stable career and no financial improprieties.
No debt.
What about the wife?
No red flags.
Listen to this.
I got their daughter's birth certificate.
Born at Mt. Sinai Hospital, October 19, 1999.
Maureen Stevens is the mother on the birth certificate
but the hospital says Maureen
was never admitted.
No medical records for her there
at all.
Forged birth certificate?
Or illegal adoption?
Or a surrogate.
The surrogate's name is never on the birth certificate.
Let's bring in Mr. and Mrs. Stevens.
Thank you for coming in.
I have to ask you a few questions
about your daughter.
You really think she may have been the target?
Yes.
Is your daughter adopted?
No.
Was she carried by a surrogate mother?
Yes. Why?
What was the mother's name?
Zoe Heinrich.
But this doesn't make any sense.
I mean, we've never had a problem with Zoe.
Do you think this could be her?
Maybe, hmm...
But this has been all over the news.
I mean, doesn't she know she has the wrong child?
Well, it might not matter at this point.
She has the baby, and all she wants to be
is a mother.
FBI. I'm looking for Zoe Heinrich.
You and me both.
You mind if we come in?
No.
We've been going out about a year.
Did you know that Zoe had been a surrogate mother?
Sure. Yeah, she told me right off.
She was proud of it.
Felt she was following a higher purpose
is how she put it.
So, did she ever talk about the baby?
Not till we lost our own.
Zoe had a miscarriage
about three months ago.
She must've taken it pretty hard, I bet.
We both did.
But she didn't seem to get over it.
How so?
Sometimes we'd be talking, and she'd sort of drift off.
I'd find her sitting alone, just crying.
I came home one night and found her passed out
on the floor-- pills.
I got her to the hospital just in time.
Then after Zoe woke up, things were even worse.
She kept saying that she'd committed such a sin
giving up that first baby
that she needed God to forgive her.
So she's pretty religious?
We both are.
Our faith's what held us together.
Eric, do you have any idea where she may have gone?
No. She's got no family, no money.
That's a .38.
There's been some break-ins in the area.
I have a license.
Can we take a look?
Of course.
She must've taken it.
I ran Zoe's credit card.
She's been in New York two weeks.
She's probably stalking the Stevens.
Yeah, and there was a big purchase at the Baby Center
the day before the kidnapping.
Let me guess-- a stroller, right?
And a car seat and some baby clothes.
At least she's planning on looking after the baby.
And 90 minutes ago, she bought a new pair of kid's shoes
at a mall in Westfield.
Where is she going?
Away from the city, that's for sure.
Well, my guess is
that she hopped back on the turnpike and headed south.
She's driving slow 'cause she doesn't want to get pulled over.
So depending on the traffic
she's somewhere between here and Philly.
Okay. Call the Pennsylvania office.
Make sure they've got checkpoints set up
on the Walt Whitman and the Ben Franklin bridges.
Got it.
What if she doesn't keep going?
What if she gets off and tries to hide?
Well, according to Martin
the boyfriend said they were very religious
so maybe she's looking for refuge.
There's about a thousand churches in that area.
Let's start making the calls.
Yeah. No, we're looking for a woman.
She's 27, she's blond
and she's traveling with a three-year-old girl.
No, it happened two days ago.
Three years old, yes. Blond hair. Mm-hmm.
No?
Okay, thank you. Yes, thank you.
Yes, ma'am.
It's so different
when we're dealing with other people's lives.
It always is.
So Matthew told me.
Yeah, I know.
Kind of a bad way to find out about something like that.
Is there a good way?
I don't know what I feel anymore.
I just want my baby back.
I understand.
Jack.
Come here.
( sighs )
We found the church, outside Camden.
Minister says a woman matching Zoe's description
showed up with a little girl.
Asked to spend the night.
They're in a trailer park across the street.
Locals have her
under surveillance.
They're waiting on our move.
Oh, you've got to let me go with you, Jack.
Okay. But you're a spectator.
If you can't do that, you stay here.
Okay.
( engine revving )
The plan is to lure Zoe outside
long enough to distract her
so we can get in there and grab your baby.
Jack...
Angela, trust me, okay?
Hey, how you doing?
I hate to bother you, but, uh, I think I just hit your car.
What?
Yeah, is this you over here, with the black Mustang?
Yeah.
I was backing up, I didn't, I didn't see it.
But, uh, it's not
a lot of damage, just a cracked tail light
but you should come take a look.
I'll give you my information.
( slams door )
Get away from me! I'll kill her!
I swear to God, I'll kill her!
I swear to God, I'll kill her!
Let me get out...
Angela, stay in the car.
Stay in the car.
Stay in the car.
Swat team's ready to move in.
Sniper's in position.
Is she clear of the girl?
No.
Okay. Tell them to hold off.
Please, let me talk to her.
She wants to be a mother; that's all this is about.
Please, just let me talk to her.
Listen, I've already stuck my neck out far enough, okay?
You're not even supposed to be here.
Just let us do our job, okay?
( hushed ): Okay, I think that we have to appeal to the same instinct
that made Zoe take the baby in the first place.
Right, mother to mother.
Right. You up for the job?
Mm-hmm.
Okay. We'll have the windows covered.
Anything bad goes down, you're out of there.
Zoe, my name is Vivian Johnson.
I'm with the FBI.
What do you want?!
I want to talk to you about Abby.
Go away!
I swear to God, I'll hurt her!
VIVIAN: You don't want to do that
I know you don't.
The last thing you want to do is hurt that baby.
MAN: This is Sierra One.
( over radio ): I have a silhouette.
If I see her, do I have a green light?
No. Hold your fire.
I'm taking good care of her.
VIVIAN: I know you are, Zoe.
I know how much you must love her.
I-I can't imagine
how painful it was
to lose a baby.
What kind of an
awful hole that can leave in a life.
I mean, if I ever lost my son, I...
The thought of it is so horrible to me
that I can't even contemplate it.
But, Zoe, there's another mother out here who's lost a child.
Her name is Angela.
And her and Abby's dad
they've got a hole in their lives now, too.
They need their baby back.
Will you give Abby back to them?
( hushed ): You want us to go in?
No.
( panting )
Zoe?
Hold your fire. Hold your fire.
Oh, God!
The gun-- don't do it!
( gunshot )
We did everything we could.
Yeah, I suppose.
Why don't you go home?
I'm sure your son wants to see you.
What about you? Going to go see your girls?
Actually, it's, uh, my wife's turn with the girls tonight.
Tomorrow?
First thing.