.
[gentle music]
- F-A-M-I...
...L-Y.
Family. 30 points.
- Good girl. [chuckles]
- Mama, what's for dinner?
- Green bean casserole. - Really?
- Spaghetti and meatballs.
- You know, I noticed that there's a letter missing.
A few actually.
Do you know anything about that?
[soft creaking]
Go to your spot.
Stay there.
Just the wind.
[groaning]
- FBI! Get on the ground!
- Get off me! - FBI!
- What the hell?
- Hey, what's your name?
- Beth.
Beth Foster.
- My name's--
my name's Frank.
I'm with the FBI.
Are there any other kids in here?
- I didn't do anything wrong.
I didn't do anything wrong here.
- Sure, Mel. You just always wanted
a little girl of your own, right?
- Find the wife.
- Den secure!
- Oh, oh, oh.
Beth, put the gun down.
He can't hurt you anymore.
[gunshot]
- The mother just blew her brains out.
- They got your mom, Beth.
Autonuke, now!
- Beth!
[indistinct chatter]
- It's clear! It's just an [indistinct].
[indistinct chatter continues]
- Come on down. All right, I got you.
- Beth?
[beeping]
[indistinct chatter continues upstairs]
[beeping]
Hey, Beth.
What's going on?
I guess you just erased all the files, huh?
[emergency sirens]
How old are you?
- Ten, but my old birthday was in April.
But Mel changed it, so I guess I'm 11.
[dog barking]
I had a dog.
[dog barking]
Buster.
I didn't mean to let him out.
Buster! Buster!
And Mel said...
- I'll help you find your dog.
[gentle music]
♪
- It's all my fault. - No.
I don't think it's your fault.
None of it.
Look what I found.
K.
What's your real name?
Just try to remember.
- Kick.
- Kick...Kick...
You mean Kit. Kit Lanigan.
- We're not supposed to say that name.
- But it is you.
Five years.
Okay.
- So what happens now?
- Now I take you home.
[Alessia Cara's "Scars To Your Beautiful"]
- * She just wants to be beautiful *
♪ She goes unnoticed
♪ She knows no limits
♪ She craves attention
♪ She praises an image
♪ She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor ♪
♪ Oh, she don't see the light that's shining ♪
♪ Deeper than the eyes can find it ♪
♪ Maybe we have made her blind ♪
♪ So she tries to cover up her pain ♪
♪ And cut her woes away
♪ 'Cause cover girls don't cry ♪
♪ After their face is made
♪ But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark ♪
♪ You should know you're beautiful ♪
♪ Just the way you are
♪ And you don't have to change a thing ♪
♪ The world could change its heart ♪
♪ No scars to your beautiful
♪ We're stars and we're beautiful ♪
[vocalizing]
♪
♪ And you don't have to change a thing ♪
♪ The world could change its heart ♪
♪ No scars to your beautiful ♪
♪ We're stars and we're beautiful ♪
- Hey, good seeing you. - Good to see you too, Dave.
- Dach.
Ni.
San.
Don. Go.
Rach.
Hi-ay.
[all yelling]
- Ach.
Ni.
- Let's go. - Okay.
- Better today, Cassie. Keep up the good work.
- I want to be just like you.
- Just be yourself, okay?
[groans]
I'll see you next week.
- Yeah. - Thank you, Kick.
- You're welcome. Have a good day.
[door chimes]
[sighs]
Oh, there he is!
There's my handsome boy!
- Thanks. You're not so bad yourself.
There's nothing but quinoa and wheatgrass in the fridge.
So I had some of his food. I hope it's okay.
- Oh, yeah, that's fine.
Did you try the chunky chicken and rice?
I love the way it makes my coat shine.
- Seriously, move downstairs already.
You're always there anyway.
- Well, James, then I would never get to see you, would I?
God knows I can't get you to work out.
- I'm speaking to Paula Lanigan,
best-selling author and mother of famed abductee
Kit Lanigan.
Paula, you better than anyone can speak to what
Mia Garcia's parents must be going through.
- It's heartbreaking, Rebecca.
As I talk about in my new book, "My Story:
Lessons I Learned From My Daughter's Abduction"...
- Okay. I'll wait for the paperback.
What are you doing? What are you working on?
- It's the main feed for the DMV's traffic camera servers.
- Wait, you hacked the DMV
and you didn't fix my speeding ticket?
- Mia Garcia, that girl who got abducted,
the cops are looking for a silver SUV.
I thought maybe we could help.
- I must have missed the Bat Signal.
You get the Bat Car, and I will get my cape.
- It's the Batmobile, actually.
- Whatever. There's my 4:30.
- Look, if anyone else can help find that girl, it's us.
We know things, Kick.
Because of what we went through.
- Yeah, we do.
Now you wanna drag all that back up?
- No, I want to move past it.
Don't you?
- Oh, hey, I called about a private lesson.
Are you the instructor? - [chuckles]
[door chimes]
- Hi. - Hi. You must be Kit.
- It's Kick. - Oh, right. Sorry.
- Yeah. - Hey, can I ask...
All the door locks?
- You can ask.
I'm gonna need you to sign a waiver, please.
- Could I get injured?
- Well, you could if you don't know how to defend yourself,
but that's what I'm gonna teach you today, Mr...
both: Bishop.
- Have you ever taken a self-defense class before?
- Nope.
- Beginner. Great.
So we're gonna start with a few easy moves.
There's a dressing room right back there.
You can change into your workout clothes,
and then we'll get started.
- These are my workout clothes.
- [scoffs]
There's a dojo up on 3rd.
Sam's a pretty good teacher. I think you'll like him.
- Wait, what's wrong? - You got what you came for.
You wanted to see the girl who got kidnapped.
Here she is. So just get out, okay?
I don't have time for this. - It's true.
I know who you are, all right, but that's not why I'm here.
I'm here because I want to learn
and I heard you're the best,
so, come on, Kick,
give me a shot.
- Hmm.
Shoes, off.
- Oh, right. Shoes.
Sorry.
- Socks, too. - Okay.
- Okay, you ready? - Ready.
- So... - So.
- First and foremost, before we learn
how to strike a blow, we have to learn how to defend one.
- Right. - So put your hands like this.
- Good. Right there.
This-- This is hachiji-dachi.
From here, you can defend anything.
Cool? - Cool.
- Okay, so if I come at you with a left.
You're gonna throw your arm up like that and block it.
Nice. - All right.
- Yeah, good. Same thing with the right.
And right. Great.
Okay, so now you're in a position to counter.
- You mean throw a punch?
- Yeah, I mean throw a punch, yeah.
- Right.
- Nice shuto.
- You know Krav Maga. You know you can't get out
of this hold without breaking your arm.
- Who are you? Who?
- John Bishop. FBI.
- He's telling the truth, Kick.
He's with me.
Nice work. You all right, Bishop?
- I had her right where I wanted her.
- What are you doing here?
- I have a proposition for you.
It's about that missing girl.
.
- It's organic.
- So why the ambush?
- Oh, that was Bishop's idea,
and I'm sure he's regretting it.
I knew you could take care of yourself.
- So you were testing me?
- What we do isn't for amateurs.
- Well, I told him that when you came back home
you tried every therapy known to man,
but the only thing that took was teaching you how to, uh,
fight.
- Why don't you ask your nose how that took.
So, Frank, you said something about that missing girl?
- Yeah.
All right, look...
I've been working these cases for over 20 years,
and there haven't been a lot of happy endings.
Local police, the Bureau,
they're too big, they're too slow
to find these people.
So I started a task force.
We're a small, nimble, we're well-funded.
Bishop here was my first call.
- So this task force, you rescue missing kids?
- Not just kids. You remember that L.A. banker
that was kidnapped and held for ransom
by a transnational gang?
- We got him out.
- So why are you telling me this?
- What I'm about to ask you to do
was not an easy call.
Hell, it wasn't easy to get the green light from the Bureau.
If there's anyone that can help us find Mia...
it's you.
- How's that?
- You grew up in the wolf's den.
You know how a wolf thinks.
You know that in a few hours
Mia will either be dead or end up--
- All right, Frank, I get it.
- But see, I think you can help us
to stop that from happening.
Your abduction, your rescue, your training.
- [sighs]
- 36 hours.
36 hours after a victim is taken,
their chances of being found alive is less than 10%.
Mia's been gone almost 18.
Are you in or are you out?
- Look, I know this is a lot to absorb.
A lot to take in.
But we're just running out of time.
We could really use you.
What do you say?
[dramatic music]
♪
- Come on.
Kick, this is Special Agent Kennedy.
- Nice to see you again, Kick.
- Have we met?
- Agent Kennedy was on the Mel Foster task force.
- Welcome aboard.
- How did he go? - Not quietly.
- This could take a while? First, you ruin my date--
with a very cute guy, by the way--
then you haul me off without a phone call.
I know my rights.
- Except the one to remain silent.
- Well, look what the cat dragged in.
- Is this some kind of reunion?
All the kids you rescued get a free trip to Palm Springs?
- James, you've been very busy.
Hacking the DMV, the Freedom Foundation.
- Fascists. - Heritage Institute.
- Ha. Super fascists.
- Bed Bath & Beyond?
- I wanted one of those vacuum robots.
- Well, what you did is punishable by 20 years
in federal prison.
Mm-hmm.
It's also very impressive.
We're all looking for Mia Garcia.
Do you wanna come help us find her?
- Uh, yeah.
- Uncuff him.
♪
Mia Garcia, nine years old,
diagnosed with a rare eye disease when she was three.
Lost 80% of her vision.
She was abducted from her school
in Hagerstown, Maryland, 18 hours ago.
Teacher spotted a silver SUV but couldn't get a plate.
- Keyhole reconnaissance satellite
took this photo six hours ago.
- The FBI doesn't have spy satellites.
- No, but Army Intelligence does.
- Bishop's old outfit.
- Yeah, the satellite only got a partial plate,
so we don't know if it's the right vehicle.
I tipped off the local police just in case,
but by the time they got there, the SUV was gone,
and so was Mia.
- Police think we're looking at the wrong house.
I'm inclined to agree.
- I want to see the house.
What? I've got a permit.
- Any idiot can get a permit.
Can you shoot?
- Yeah, about as well as I can fight.
You should really think about icing that nose.
That's the third RV I've seen on the street.
It means a lot of older people live around here.
If you keep the grass cut, they leave you alone.
And you see how there's no sidewalks?
It means less foot traffic.
Predators don't like dealing with nosy neighbors.
What I don't see are many bikes around here.
There's not a lot of kids living near here.
- Predators want to live near kids.
- No, kids notice other kids
in a way that adults don't.
So if a new kid moves on to the street,
all the other kids know.
- You moved around a lot while you were gone?
So does the house look right?
- If you're hiding someone,
you want a tall fence or a hedge.
You see those big trees?
I mean, we couldn't even see the house
till we were right on top of it.
This big basement.
Boarded-up windows.
You're asking me what it looks like,
it looks like a wolf's den.
- The house has been vacant for a while.
Police think someone may have been squatting.
- I want to see the basement.
- Definitely a basement.
- Hey, Beth. It's Frank.
[tense music]
♪
- You shouldn't be here.
It's not safe.
[eerie music]
♪
- * Rocka-a-bye baby in the treetop *
♪ When the wind blows, the cradle will rock ♪
[fast-paced beeping]
- * When the bough breaks
[both groaning, panting]
[both coughing]
.
- Well done. Can't wait to see what happens
when you're with her for another two hours.
- You knew this could get dangerous.
- Yeah, I know.
Kick.
How you feeling?
- We're gonna need any security footage...
- I'm good.
- Listen, you wanna go home, just say the word.
- [sighs]
Look, um, there's this little girl,
Cassie, and these kids were pushing her around.
And so her mom signed her up for my class,
and now they don't push her around anymore.
She relies on me, Frank.
It's not just her.
I have other students. I have a job.
I have an apartment.
Hell, I even have a couple friends now.
I mean, it took me years, but I did it.
I moved on,
and what you're asking me to do now, I just-- I--I--
- Hey, look, I get it. It's all right.
- That room off the basement,
how'd you know that would be there?
- She knew. That's enough.
- How, Kick?
- Go to your spot. Stay there.
- He called it "The Box."
It's where he would hide me
if someone came to the house.
And I'd just wonder if the next face I was gonna see
would be my mom or a police officer.
But it was him every time.
- That's probably what Mia's feeling right now.
- You gonna guilt trip me right now?
- If it'll help us find Mia, you're damn right I will.
- That bomb was on a delay.
- Yeah, five-second trip wire.
- But it didn't have to be.
Just like whoever set it didn't have to write "boom"
on the doll's head.
- No, this guy's trying to inflict fear.
- He's a classic predator. He's done it before.
He's gonna keep doing it until somebody stops him.
- So start where he did.
[bell rings]
- So why "Kick"?
- 'Cause it's my name.
After I got rescued,
I wasn't Beth Foster anymore,
and I wasn't Kit Lanigan either.
I was someone new.
- Well, you know, Frank thinks you can help us
with all kinds of cases, not just missing kids.
He thinks it could help you conquer some demons.
- That's because Frank thinks that I'm some damaged,
screwed-up little girl, and I'm sure that you do, too.
Right.
Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I have a life, okay?
- Okay.
You also have a gun, a black belt,
and an overwhelming fear of being locked up again.
- I'm not afraid.
[bell rings]
- Not afraid?
Kick, you used to lock yourself in the trunk of a car
just to see how long it would take you to get out.
- Yeah, 23 seconds.
What, did you read my psych eval or something?
What, I was 16?
- And now you're 26, and it's door locks.
Look, you say you've moved on, but...
you're still in a box.
It is bigger than your old one,
and there's no lock on the door,
but it's still a box.
- Hm.
Yeah, well, what about you, Bishop?
- What about me?
- Why are you so interested in these cases?
- [chuckles] Look, Frank asked me to join.
I joined.
- You know, after I got home,
my dad took off 'cause he couldn't handle it,
and my mom, she's a completely different story,
but Frank--Frank has always been there for me.
And I know Frank better than anyone,
and I know that he does everything for a reason.
He chose me and he chose James because we're survivors.
And we know what Mia is going through right now.
Why'd he pick you?
[bell rings]
- Let's go find that teacher.
[excited chatter]
- It was pickup time.
I always keep an eye on her, but some boys got in a fight.
I only looked away for a second,
and when I turned back, Mia was in a silver SUV.
I couldn't see the man's face.
It happened so fast.
She was such a sweet girl.
- She still is.
- She was really happy here.
It was a big deal for her to move to a regular school.
- Mia was new here?
- This was her fourth school in five years.
The family's moved around a lot.
California, New Mexico.
- What do her parents do for work?
- The dad's a mechanic, I think.
- Help desk.
- Do you have facial recognition software?
- I have everything. This tech is sick.
- Well, I'm not sure what good racial recognition will do
when we don't have a photo of the suspect.
- I don't wanna run it on the suspect.
I wanna run it on Mia.
- Go ahead, pull up Mia's picture.
- Now run it against the Missing Children's Database.
- She's been missing less than a day.
She won't be in the system. - Shh.
- Do it anyway.
- Fast machine.
Okay, here we go. Eight out of ten facial markers.
Girl named Hannah Trent.
- Okay, can we try age progression?
- Hannah Trent.
Hannah Trent disappeared, like, four years ago
from a Dallas home for abandoned children.
- Mia Garcia wasn't abducted 18 hours ago.
She disappeared four years ago,
and she isn't even Mia Garcia.
.
- The Garcias have asked me to be their spokesperson...
- Un-freaking-believable.
- ...someone who understands what they're going through,
of course I said yes.
I'll be giving a statement at 6:00 P.M. Eastern.
The family asks for privacy at this time. Thank you.
[overlapping shouting]
What are you doing here? - What's the goal, Mom?
You want to have your own TV show?
Is that what you want? You wanna be Nancy Grace?
Oh, wait, you wanna be Oprah.
- You look good, sweetheart, and you're cynical,
so you must be eating.
Look, for your information,
that family in there is sick with worry,
and as much as you want to blame me for everything,
just once imagine that I might want to help these folks.
- Well, we need to talk to them.
- Why?
- Trying to find Mia.
- Paula Lanigan.
- Bishop.
- Is that like Cher? Just one name?
- Elvis.
- We're not commenting on Mia right now.
- How 'bout Hannah Trent?
- We know what you're thinking, but...
we love our daughter.
We love Mia. - Start talking.
- I ran with gangs my whole life,
did some things I'm not proud of.
When I was 22, I was thrown in jail.
- And don't tell me, you found Jesus.
- No.
Not Jesus.
- I'm a social worker.
I was working in a transition program for parolees.
- She got me out of the gang.
We started dating. We got married.
And there's only one thing missing.
- It's my fault. I can't conceive.
- And your criminal record ruled out adoption.
- So you took her?
- By then I was working with neglected children.
Mia--
- Hannah.
- Hannah...
had been abandoned.
People who adopt, they want a perfect little newborn.
They don't want a neglected four-year-old
who's going blind.
So we moved away.
And then he showed up.
- His name is Troy Dawes.
He was my cellmate in Roxbury.
He showed a few days ago,
said he was trying to turn his life around.
We told him he could stay a few days while he looked for work.
- And he found out Mia's real identity.
- He wants $50,000 to get her back,
and we're trying to come up with the money now.
We couldn't tell the police the truth.
If we told them, we could lose her forever.
- Yeah, and that would suck, right?
You two being her rightful kidnappers and all?
- Please try to understand.
- She wasn't yours to take.
- Hey. - Hey.
- You okay? - Yeah, Mom, I'm good.
- Well, at least you're not wearing any mascara.
Can you imagine if I started crying?
I mean, not that a little makeup would kill you.
You, uh, sure you want to get mixed up in all this?
Haven't you had enough heartbreak in your life?
- Mom, what if you had the chance
to save me,
to bring me home safe,
not five years after I was taken,
but the day after.
- I'd have given anything for that chance.
- Well, I have that chance to save Mia.
[gentle music]
♪
- You're right, the Garcias had no right to do what they did.
- But? - They gave her a loving home.
And a better future than she would have had
bouncing around crappy foster homes.
- I'm so glad that you and the Garcias
are so confident about what Mia's future would have been.
[beeping]
- All right, I'm sending you Troy Dawes's rap sheet now.
Ooh, I just said rap sheet.
Oh, uh, yeah, paroled ten days ago from Roxbury.
Gave the parole officer the Skyway Motel
as his temporary address.
- Girl, where you going?
[indistinct chatter]
[suspenseful music]
♪
[indistinct chatter continues]
♪
[water running]
- She was here.
If that son of a bitch hurt her, I will kill him.
- Well, that would be tough to pull off.
- [gasps]
.
- Okay, this changes everything.
Mia's with a killer now.
- So who would want to kill Dawes?
- I just--I keep going back to that house.
The bomb and the box. That was a predator's house.
- Bring up Dawes's prison file.
- I sent it to you, remember?
- No, not his arrest record. His incarceration file.
- Bureau of Prisons.
- I want to know who his cellmate was
after Ed Garcia got paroled.
[typing]
- Okay, here we go. Raymond Moats.
That was Dawes's cellmate after Edward Garcia.
- Breaking and entering, sexual assault.
Predatory abduction of a minor.
So how's this go down?
- Well, Dawes wants to ransom Mia.
Brings in his old prison buddy, Moats, to help.
They take Mia, but at some point
Moats decides to keep Mia for himself.
- So Dawes tries to stop him. Mia's worth 50 grand to him.
- Yeah, and at some point Moats kills Dawes.
- The only address for Moats
is from the Federal Sex Offender Registry in Baltimore.
- No, no, he won't take her there if it's in the registry.
He'll want someplace remote, someplace he can hide her.
Is there a work address?
- Huh.
Moats used to be a security guard
at the old Cumberland blast furnace.
It's abandoned.
- So we call in a Tac Unit?
- We call in a Tac Unit, they go in guns blazing,
Mia never comes home.
- We're not calling them in.
You're going in.
I need a blueprint,
some kind of a map of this facility.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Come on, James. Get me something.
Work your magic. - I'm sorry.
There's no magical online library for blueprints.
- Hang on.
Steel mills are toxic waste sites.
They have to file a blueprint with the EPA.
- Good job.
♪
- I'll go that way.
- Frank will kill me if I let you go off alone.
- Can I make a suggestion? - Sure.
- Grow a pair.
♪
I'm not seeing anything yet.
- We're looking at a blueprint.
What should we be looking for?
- A hiding place, maybe somewhere underground.
- What about this?
- I think we found something.
There's an old underground utility vault,
and there's an access door.
- Okay, got it.
- [radio breaking up] Kick...are you all right...
Kick!
♪
- [breathing heavily]
- Hello?
- Hi, Mia, hi. - Who's there?
- Hi, Mia. My name is Kick.
I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?
- Okay.
- Mia, where's the man?
- I don't know.
He said he'd be back soon.
- Did he hurt you, Mia?
- Just where he grabbed me.
- Okay.
Just stay there, I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?
Just gonna take me a minute.
♪
[generator rumbling]
♪
Mia, this lock has serrated pins.
It means that I need three hands to open it.
Can you be my third hand?
Okay, stand up. Good girl.
Good girl, Mia.
Now go on over to the other side of the bed.
Walk over there. There's a dresser right there.
Right there on your right, and there's a brush
right there, you feel it? Good, grab that brush.
Okay, bring it over here. Follow my voice.
Good. Okay, can you stick the brush through the fence?
Okay.
- I'm scared, Kick.
- I'm scared, too.
But we're gonna get out of this, okay?
- Yeah. - I promise.
Okay.
Okay, hold your hand out. Yeah, yeah.
Okay, take this little wire. You're gonna stick it
in the back of the lock right there.
Can you do that? Good.
Good, Mia, good.
Okay, you're gonna jiggle it around
until you hear a little click, okay?
Yeah, we did it. We did--
[gun cocks]
- Well, what do we got here?
A damn little thief is what,
taking things that don't belong to her.
- Mia, go sit on the bed. It's okay.
- Get on your knees
and slowly slide your gun over to me.
Get on your knees, thief!
- Kick? - It's okay, Mia. It's okay.
- Slide it over.
- Okay, Moats, you have me now.
You don't need her.
- You're wrong about that.
- Moats! Moats!
Let her go!
- Drop the mag and clear the chamber!
I'll kill her, man!
- Putting it down.
- Now back up!
- All right.
You know, Moats,
you should probably think about icing that nose.
- It's Kick. Come with me, okay?
Time to go, come on.
Stay right here, okay? - Don't leave me!
- You're safe here, you're safe here, okay?
I promise. Be right back.
- Beth, Autonuke.
- Kick.
Are you still here?
- Yeah.
I'm still here.
It's okay.
We're both-- we're both still here.
- Engine 1, hold at intercontinental
south entrance until Tactical gets out there.
[indistinct chatter]
- Mia! - Mia!
- Mommy! Daddy!
Mommy!
- We're right here. It's okay.
We're right here. It's okay.
- So what happens now?
- The DA in Texas will decide
whether to charge the Garcias with kidnapping.
And they'll hold a hearing
to see who should take custody of Mia.
- [sobbing] - I know, I know.
- I'd say the answer is pretty obvious.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Well, I got good news and I got bad news.
Good news is you helped save a kid's life today.
But the bad news is I gotta put you
on a commercial flight back to Pittsburgh
while we go to Atlanta.
- What's in Atlanta?
- An executive went out to dinner
with her friends last night.
She never made it home.
- Well, I've never been to Atlanta.
James, you ever been to Atlanta?
- No. This jet is bigger than your apartment
and my apartment.
[dramatic music]
♪