Get the hell back! I mean it!
I'm a cop. Call 911.
Espresso, cappuccino, if you're feeling really boring, I could do a latte. Just promise me not to ask for oat milk.
Hey. Hey. No time for coffee. Always time for coffee. No, Jubal texted-- somebody shot up a pawn shop and killed a cop in the process. Okay. All right, let's roll. I could drive us down to the scene. No. No, no. I-- you can just drop me off at my car. I mean, last night was fun. You're pretty incredible, but I just want to keep it between us for now. Of course. No problem.
[indistinct chatter] Two DOAs. First one is ours, Detective Max Villa, choked on his own blood. Other is Chet Roberts, 58, owner of the place. So what are we thinking, robbery gone bad?
Not sure. Witnesses say he had a bag, but it doesn't look like anything was taken. Description?
Male. Slight build, brown skin, wearing a red ski mask. All right, let's start canvassing for witnesses, security cameras.
He was a good kid. Crossed paths with him a few times. Always had a smile on his face. What was he doing here? He worked property crimes. Could be he was on a case. Both your detective and the owner had their weapons out. Any chance they shot their attacker?
Negative. Roberts got out a couple of rounds, but both went through the glass doors. Well, red ski mask guy must have been quicker on the draw. Or he already had his gun out. Let's take a look at the footage. I already tried. They're not even hooked up. Weird, right?
All right, folks, so we got two people dead, one a business owner and the other, a member of New York's finest, and we've been asked to step in because-- anyone?
Because the pawn shop is a financial institution. That's right. Human beings' very first financial institution, which puts it squarely in the FBI's purview. And it is up to us to find justice. So with that in mind, what do we know?
The civilian's name is Chet Roberts. He's the sole owner of the pawn shop and no criminal history, but we did the standard dive into his financials, and something isn't adding up. Roberts reported only $38,000 of income last year. Yet he bought a $160,000 Mercedes Benz three weeks ago. Okay, so maybe he's doing some shady business out of the shop. That would explain why the cameras weren't working. So what do we know about this deceased police officer, Villa?
He was on duty at the time. Newly minted detective over at the 88th. Left behind a wife and three-year-old daughter. And forensics?
No prints or DNA, but shell casings indicate a .40 caliber was used. Rounds extracted from our victims show no ballistic record on file. And how are we doing with the search for our friendly neighborhood traffic cam footage?
Anything workable, maybe something with a guy in a red ski mask?
Been trying, but coverage in the area is spotty, and camera angles from local businesses aren't doing us any favors. Let's find out why Detective Villa was there in the first place. Maybe that'll give us some answers. Yeah, here's hoping. Nina and Scola are down there talking to his lieutenant right now.
Kid was on the job for less than a week. Didn't even have a partner yet. Any idea what Detective Villa was doing here?
He mentioned something this morning about signing up a new informant. You got a name? No. Was it out of this location?
Not sure. I've got 20 detectives, each handling a dozen or more cases. Hard for me to know their every move. Understood. We are going to need Villa's file concerning this location sent over to 26 Fed ASAP, okay?
Not a problem. Thanks. It looks like Detective Villa was recruiting the pawn shop owner, Chet Roberts, to be an informant, so maybe whoever they were working on case on realized Roberts was a CI. It's a pretty strong incentive for someone to want them both dead. Exactly. So now, we just have to figure out who that person is. Cui malo, as the ancients say. Who suffers?
Whoever sold the stolen goods to the owner, right?
Any idea of who Villa was investigating yet?
Well, there's only one criminal history search in the file. And the timestamp indicates that he pulled it right before he went to the pawn shop. Okay, I want an introduction. Eyes up, people. Okay. Logan Reid, 38, three prior arrests for fencing stolen goods. No convictions. Uh-huh. You got an address on him?
Not a current one, but we do have a registered cell phone for him. Checking location services and call history now. All right, focus on the morning-- time of the murder. Can we place him at the scene?
Yes. His cell pinged in the vicinity of the pawn shop within minutes of the time of the murder. Is the cell still active?
Yes, in Manhattan near Madison Square Park. Go get him before he disappears.
We're close. He's about 200 feet away, headed north.
I got him.
He is passing the water fountain, wearing a blue jacket. On it.
Logan Reid! FBI!
Guys, we lost him. Last seen heading south.
Got him.
Hey! What the hell?
Where's the guy you got the jacket from?
I don't know. Dude gave me 20 bucks and told me to put it on. Hey, guys, he ditched the jacket. We lost eyes on him.
FBI. You got him? - Yeah, we got him. .40 cal. South side of the park. Pull the car around. - Got it. Is that registered?
Nope. I guess you got some explaining to do.
City is dangerous. A man has a right to protect himself. A man does, but he does not have the right to carry a concealed, unregistered weapon. Or to shoot people. Where were you at 7:54 this morning?
Asleep. That is so funny, because your phone was wide awake, at the scene of a double homicide.
Chet's dead?
Along with the police officer that he was talking to about you. And we know that you were fencing to Chet, so do not lie to us. But I didn't kill anyone. Yeah, you're going to have to convince us. Well, how about this. Drop that gun charge, I'll tell you did it. Uh-uh. You tell us who did it, and maybe we'll make your gun charge disappear.
Well, I don't have an exact name, but I did see the shooter. Ran right past me, jumped in the car.
Check my phone. I snapped a photo of the guy when he drove off. So Logan's Glock .40 is not a ballistics match for the murder weapon, and he did, in fact, have a picture of a car on his phone, though whether that's our shooter or some random commuter is a mystery yet to be solved. Okay, car plate comes back to a stolen Toyota out of Brooklyn. Police report confirms the suspect was wearing a red ski mask. So Logan was telling us the truth. Elise, do we have a GPS lock on that car's navigation?
Yes, running it now.
Shots fired on the 400 block of Liberty Avenue. [groaning]
We're in pursuit. Hey, apply pressure right here, okay?
Help is coming. Let's cut him off.
[horn honks] [yelps] He's in the alley.
Nina! Oh, I'm fine.
What, are you crazy? I said I'm fine. Let's go.
This is Agent Scola. Suspect is in flight. We need containment now.
All right, so things are heating up. Our murder suspect just hit another pawn shop, opened fire in a crowded street, and put a civilian in the hospital. So where are we on containment? Do we have a perimeter yet?
Not yet; multiple units stuck in traffic. What about street cams? Can we track his movements?
Yep, yep, just got a hit on 91st.
Voila, the mask is off. Is it enough for facial rec?
Not from this angle. Elise?
Got him. ATM across the street. Okay. Tell me who he is. On it. Running facial right now.
Got a hit. Devjeet Kamra. 19. There's no rap sheet. Checking his social media posts. Valedictorian. Won some sort of prize for robotics his senior year. Full ride to Columbia. Those don't grow on trees. Yeah, but that's where the good times end. School records show he dropped out last semester. Last address on file was for his parents' house in Richmond Hill. From valedictorian to robbing pawnshops, that's a long way down. Okay, send OA and Tiff over to his family. See if they know where he is.
Dev hasn't lived here in six months. We are completely estranged. You don't really think he killed those people?
I'm afraid we do. Dev was a good boy, a smart boy. He was going to be an engineer or maybe a doctor, like Harita. But then it was that girl. She ruined him. What girl?
Dev was dating someone unsuitable. As in... Not Sikh. He cut his hair because of her. Was it?
That was his choice, not hers. When was the last time you spoke with Dev?
This morning. He called out of nowhere to ask for a loan.
Can you believe it? I hung up. Okay, did he mention what he needed the money for?
No, I didn't care. And the cell phone number that he contacted you from?
It was blocked. All I can say is, thank God we have Harita. I can't. I--I need some air.
Did Dev have any other friends that may have been in contact with him?
Hey.
My brother is not a bad guy. I swear.
Harita, a cop is dead.
So we need to find your brother ASAP because if the NYPD finds him first--
If you want him to come out of this in one piece, then help us.
Dev rents an apartment in Cypress Hills.
Clear.
What have we got?
Got some cash, jewelry, ammo for the Glock. Well, that's definitely our guy. Listen, I just wanted to check in about what happened back in the alley. Where you almost got your head shot off? No, Nina, I was just-- Yeah, I said I was fine. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.
Well, it was dangerous and irrational of you.
Come look at this.
This must be our unsuitable. My parents didn't give a damn who I dated in high school. Well, that must be nice. My dad once chased one of my boyfriends off the front porch at gunpoint. Little excessive. Yeah, that's just East Texas. Hey, what high school did Dev go to?
Maspeth. Why?
This says "property of ABHS." Well, let's take a look. Skyler Smith. 12th grade. Might be our mystery girlfriend. Yep. I'll call it in. There's a good chance she knows where Romeo is.
What do you mean Skyler isn't in school?
Well, her principal marked her absent today and none of her friends have seen her. Oh, God. Is she in trouble or in danger?
We're not sure. We were hoping you could help us out. Her boyfriend, Devjeet Kamra, how well do you know him?
Sorry, who?
Her boyfriend.
Okay, do you know where your daughter is, or whether we could contact her, maybe a cell phone number?
I already tried calling her a few hours ago. It's shut off. I assumed it was because she was in class. Does she have a car?
No, but she took my Camry today. Said she was running some errands before she went to school. It's blue. Does it have a GPS?
You mean like navigation? Yes. Why?
Broken glass. Something's off.
It's empty. What kind of teenager leaves behind her purse and cell phone?
Hey, Nina, take a look at this.
Hey, lab confirms blood on the window is a match to Skyler Smith, which could mean a lot of things. None of them are good. Most importantly, was her boyfriend, our prime suspect, involved?
Does the store have coverage on that lot? Yes, and lucky for us, new installs only last week. I think I got it. Yeah?
Okay.
So she was taken. By who? Who are these guys?
One of them looks pretty slim. Could that be Dev? Uh, let's see. The Toyota Camry is 70 inches wide, so no, both abductors are under 5'8". All right, let's reach out to Skyler's mom. See if she's been contacted. When did this happen again?
7:02 AM. Hold up. Dev's parents said that he reached out to them this morning asking for a loan. Yeah, $40,000. You know what, that sounds like ransom to me. Hey, check it out. I found their getaway vehicle. Looks like the two masked suspects throw Skyler in and take off in a Hyundai SUV. Can you get a license plate?
Yeah, it's registered to a Tito Martinez. Okay.
Well, looks like old Tito is a bona fide member of Las Espadas. Two priors, both drug related. Let's find Tito. See if we can't connect these dots.
Tito Martinez, FBI.
All right, you're under arrest.
How's the hand?
It's fine.
I'm gonna ask you one more time, Tito, where is she?
What, are you deaf? I never seen her. No, I hear good, and I see good too. Where did you get that little shiner?
Playing basketball. I caught an elbow. Oh, a right cross from a girl named Skyler?
It was basketball. I'm positive. You want to know what I'm positive about?
That you're lying.
EIT checked under your nails when we booked you. Found skin cells and dried blood. You want to guess whose that was?
That's kidnapping. Carries up to a life sentence. [laughs] No one gets life. For kidnapping?
With your résumé, you are looking at life. Do you understand? Unless you decide to tell us what the hell is going on.
Is Skyler still alive?
Yeah, the last time I saw her anyway. So you kidnapped her. I helped throw her in the car, but I don't know where Ramon took her. Ramon who?
Cortez. He's my boss. We did it together. Run that name. See if DEA has anything. Yeah. And you took her, why exactly? To make sure her boyfriend paid the debt that he owes. So Dev was a customer. No, he's a drug runner. Dev said that his parents cut him off, and he needed to make money, so Ramon gave him a shot. Why would Ramon use someone like Dev?
Nerds never get checked by cops. Trouble is, they got no street smarts. Well, not where it counts. So he messed up. Yeah. The idiot thought the cops were following him, so he freaked out. He dumped the dope down the sewer.
40,000 bucks' worth.
Then Ramon told them he had 24 hours to pay back the money. Or what?
You want to help with your sentence?
You tell us everything.
Or he'll kill Dev's girl.
All right, so there's the motivation for the robberies. The kid is in love. for Ramon Cortez.
She was definitely here. We got a body.
It's still warm. This is recent. All right, who's our DOA?
Ramon Cortez. He's Tito's boss. Okay, we got some powder burns. This was close and personal.
This operation could run over a dozen kilos a day. There's no way they'd move that type of product without some sort of security.
Let's see.
Ha.
Look at that.
Is that Dev? Yeah.
Whoa. Looks like Dev got hit. Right in the gut. Then the kid killed a gang boss.
There's Skyler.
He bluffed his way in here with a bag full of paper to save his girl. Now they're on the run. From the gang and from us. Things you do for love.
Here's what went down. Instead of paying off the drug debt for his girlfriend, our suspect took a page from Billy the Kid and came in guns blazing, which makes Ramon Cortez the third person he's killed today. And as for Skyler, until we know more, we need to treat this as a second abduction. I get it, but they're obviously in love. I think she's a willing participant, you know? You might be right, but for now, she's a victim, so act accordingly. Now, NYPD is flooding the zone, but this kid, Dev, is clever. He's slipped through our hands once. Now he's wounded, maybe even more dangerous. Either way, we have to find them fast. Kelly, pull up a list of nearby doctors and clinics open within a 10-block radius. Okay, I got three-- Jamaican Med Center, Lefferts, and an urgent care on 133rd. All right, get units over to each one. I will update Skyler's mom.
What about the Kamra residence?
How far away is that?
Checking. Six blocks. Well, you really think he'd visit his parents at a time like this? No, but he probably would visit his sister-- she's a doctor. Hey, Harita Kamra just placed a 911 call from her parents' address. Reached an operator before the line disconnected. That's the spot. Go, go, go!
Door's opening. I got movement. Please, it's just us! Hands where we can see them. Head towards us.
They're gone.
It's all right. Put your hands down. You're safe. Just take a breath, okay?
Just breathe. You're all right. You're okay.
Is that his blood?
Yes. Dev's in bad shape, okay?
I tried to slow the bleeding, stitched him up, but I couldn't stop it. And I tried to call 911, but Skyler smashed my phone. The house is clear. Okay. Think really hard. Did he tell you where he was going?
No, but they stole our car and my wallet. I'll call it in. Yeah. Okay. Let us know if you hear back. Please be careful. This isn't his fault. Agent Wallace. I'm sorry, Harita, I have to go. I helped you. Please. He's my brother.
All right, plate number is Yankee Golf Tango 3-4-2-9. Run it. 3-4-2-9. Maroon. 2012. Ford Taurus. It's base model. Okay, so there's no GPS. Put out the BOLO-- TSA, Port Authority, all area hospitals. Let's circulate the photos. And check plate readers, tunnels, ferries, bridges. Just got a hit on his dad's credit card. Gas station on Linden Boulevard.
All right, looks like OA and Tiffany are nearby. Tell them to intercept and get SWAT headed in that direction. We need to end this before somebody else gets hurt.
Skyler, freeze! Let her go!
Dev, drop the weapon!
Baby, get inside. Put the gun down! Now. Drop it now!
Let's get inside. Skyler, you don't have to do this! Get back! I said stay back!
Tiff, call it in. We have eyes on our two suspects. Shots fired. Requesting backup immediately. They've taken a hostage. I repeat, they have taken a hostage.
So much for Skyler being a victim.
Just liaised with MXU. We've got a live feed into the garage.
And there's a landline in that front office. All right, ready when you are. Okay, Isobel, we're all set here. Where are we with crisis negotiation?
Running behind. Stand by. Jubal is speaking with the surgeon from Bellevue now. Thank you very much, Doctor. So if Harita's description of the wound is correct and the stitches have opened, then Dev has an hour, tops. While he's alive, we have leverage, but if he dies-- Then Skyler will start spinning, and all bets are off. OA, I need you to take point and open a channel now. We are running out of time. Copy that.
Hello. Skyler, I am Special Agent Zidan with the FBI. You need to let us help you. I don't know what to do. There's so much blood. Okay, we have paramedics on standby. And if you surrender, we're going to let you go to the hospital with Dev and wait with him until you know that he is okay. Then what happens?
When he's better, what happens?
He's going to have to face trial. No! He is not going to prison.
He saved me from Ramon. I have to save him.
I saw the paramedics. Send her in.
He needs a hospital, Skyler. I am not going to ask again, you hear me?
Hey, let me go in. Tell her I'm the paramedic. No. Absolutely not. I can do this, okay?
I can talk her down woman to woman.
If we send a paramedic in, will you let the others go?
Yeah. One. But not all. I need to make sure you don't hurt us. OA, let me go in. I'll do it. Are you going to fit in her uniform?
What are the odds that she actually clocked the paramedic?
She's expecting a female, okay?
Nina is going to go in, not you. When you get in there, try and get her as close as you can to the front office windows. Our snipers will have a shot if need be. Got it. All righty, Skyler. We're going to do this your way. She's coming in. Hurry.
Okay, here's the score. Our suspect has moved to the back of the garage and acquired more hostages-- four in total. One pregnant woman and three employees. A frontal assault is going to be our last resort. Too much exposure and too many hazards. Where are our snipers?
They're deploying now, but field of fire is limited to the front office only. Understood. Sierra 1, report. In position.
Thanks. Yeah.
It's okay. I'm unarmed. I'm a paramedic. I'm here to help. My name is Nina Chase. Back here.
Come on. Okay. Okay, what about the hostages?
She can go. The others stay. Skyler, come on. Let them all go, okay?
It's what's best for you, for them, for everyone. No. Not for me. Not for us.
You, you can go. Come on. Get out of here.
Show me your bag. Okay. It's just a standard kit. Just open it. Okay.
Other.
Okay, hurry.
Hey there. You.
You have to help me. Okay, I'm going to. [gasping] It hurts. It hurts. I know. I know. Hey. Hey, look at me. I need you to breathe, okay?
Just stop talking for a minute. I need you to keep breathing. Focus on that.
Okay, I'm going to have to apply some pressure to it, okay?
Get it to stop bleeding. I love you, babe. I know. I know. You're going to be okay. And we're going to get out of this mess, and we're going to go live in Mexico on a beach.
You're going to be okay. Hey, the light here is really bad, and I need to move him somewhere else. No. No, do it here.
Okay. Just trying to help.
She's jumpy.
Talk her down. Come on, Nina.
Skyler. Hey, listen, this is really bad. So fix him. I--I can't. More stitches. He's bleeding internally, and he needs surgery. If you keep him here, he's going to die. Is that really what you want?
No, but we're not going to jail. I get it. I get it. He's your whole world.
But you can walk away from this. Okay? You haven't killed anybody. You have your whole life ahead of you. All you have to do is just put down the gun. [Dev panting, wheezing]
I can't. We need to be-- we have to be together. Yes, you can. Listen to me. Shut up! Just shut up! God, you don't get it. Don't you get it?
If he dies, I kill them. All right. I'll kill you! Right--hey, okay! She's spiraling. We have to breach. No. No. It's too risky. Nina can do it. There's not time. Look at Dev.
Okay, I hear you.
I'll see what I can do. [Dev coughing] Hurry. Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey. Hey.
Is he dead? No. No. Hey, look at me. He's not dead. Calm down, but I need your help, okay?
He needs fluids. Water. Okay? Water?
Water. Okay?
I need you to go get some for me.
In the office, there's a cooler. I need you to bring him some water. Okay. Baby, I'll be right back, okay?
Where?
Right in-- right in there to your right.
[gunshot] [yells]
She's gone. You did everything he could. I know. It still feels like I failed. Nina, don't. They did this. They made the choices that got them here. You did everything you could.
Skyler. No. [sobs]
Dev's out of surgery. Looks like he's going to make it.
That's great.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
It was really tough today...
Watching those kids throw their lives away. It's like you said, they just kept doubling down and making bad decision after bad decision.
Love will do that.
Yeah, hell of a day.
It sure started out fun, though.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
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