For now, we are taking a break.
He needs to focus on his recovery 100%.
I think that's responsible.
Yeah, it was his idea, actually.
Well, I'm happy for him.
But I got to ask, what do you want?
You know, you're the first person to ask me that.
Well, that's 'cause you're my friend, Hana, and I care.
I don't want you putting your feelings second.
You know, I've been so focused on what Ethan needs
that I haven't even been able to think
about what I want.
I don't want to lose him.
But if I'm honest, it's... it's been a lot.
I think it's for the best that we're on a break.
Well, luckily for you, we got enough wine and cheese
to feed a French army.
Plus, I got us something.
Check this out... something to take away
from the relationship drama.
It's a game.
OK, so we both choose a country.
Here, you read the rule book.
Exactly how long is this gonna take?
About three hours.
My God, Sheryll, where did you even get this?
A toy store.
I'm headed to D.C. to see Anais and Theo,
and I didn't want to show up empty-handed.
- Nice... - visit with the kiddos?
Yeah.
Actually
I got an interview with headquarters.
As if you would ever leave me.
Wait.
You serious?
Task force supervisor role.
You know, it's a great job.
SSA, pay bump.
You would absolutely kill it.
Have you told Remy?
God, no.
No.
You got to take your own advice.
You got to put yourself first.
Listen, it would be amazing to be in the same city
as Anais and Theo again.
I miss coming home to all the mess.
But I understand being a supervisor
would take me out of the field, probably for good.
But you don't know if you're ready for that yet?
I feel like I always have to choose between
being the best mom or being the best agent.
George, we're gonna be late.
Just say the word, Amelia.
All I need is a little butcher's twine
to tie his legs up like a Cornish hen.
Yum, yum, yum, yum.
Tempting, but what we really need is
for someone to tie his own shoes.
Get you anything from the farmer's market?
Not today. Thanks, Frankie.
Amelia, chase me!
Mommy! Mommy!
George, do not bother your mother.
Wow, who needs a workout when you've got that one
to chase around all day?
Tell me about it.
How is she this morning?
Unbearably grumpy.
An improvement, then?
Amelia, get up here.
Amelia, can you corral him, please?
Yes, ma'am.
Will you be joining us for lunch later with Mr. Jay?
Please?
Not today. Mommy has so much to do.
I'm starting to get a migraine.
Why don't you spend the whole day with him at the club?
Come on, George.
Let's give your mother some space.
- All right, listen up. - Ray's caught a nasty flu.
He's gonna be out for the next few days.
Isobel tells me we got a big fish on the line?
Yes, it is a whopper.
Our victim is Vanessa Van Dyke.
She drowned in her very ornate bathroom yesterday morning,
in her $10 million castle,
leaving behind a husband and 5-year-old son.
The Van Dykes are this rich, muckety-muck family
from Newport, Rhode Island.
Their estate is a rotating door of deliveries, household staff,
and ladies who lunch, which is probably
how our suspect snuck in.
He disguised himself as a gardener
in order to get onto the property.
There's been no pops on facial rec,
and the family doesn't recognize him.
The pickup truck was reported stolen
from a landscaping company in Fall River, Massachusetts.
Just across the state line, makes this one ours.
Well, that and the fact that Vanessa owns
the Cliff Walk Yacht Club.
The Van Dykes are super old money.
Our subject dumped the truck about a mile from their home.
You two take the abandoned truck.
Barnes and I will head to the crime scene.
- That's a relief. - Thank God.
What, you guys don't want to ride with me?
It's just a little early for the yacht rock playlist.
But I love Christopher Cross.
And that's why she's my favorite.
- Thank you. - No problem.
This is a mess to process.
Yeah, we struck out.
There's no cameras in the parking lot.
Our guy's in the wind.
Ooh, you smell that?
Yeah, I can smell the garbage.
If your old man smoked as much as mine,
you would recognize that stench anywhere.
Let's see.
Here, poor man's ashtray.
We can run these cigarette butts and hope to get some DNA.
This must be our suspect's burner phone.
Why would he leave that behind?
I'm not sure, but I'll know more once I crack it open.
So nothing was stolen?
Well, it's a big house, obviously,
but... but no, as far as I can tell.
Where were you yesterday morning, Mr. Van Dyke?
It's Mr. Bradford, actually.
I didn't take Vanessa's last name.
And I was down at the Yacht Club all morning.
I work there as a sailing instructor.
All of this, it's a
it's Vanessa's family money.
She used to joke that she married for love,
and I married for boats.
Just a few more, Jay.
I'm locking down the family's financials
closing all credit cards, freezing accounts,
moving any cash on hand offshore just to be safe.
You might save some taxes on your family trust to boot.
The family might be bereaved, but they're
they're not saps, Agent Scott.
- Send me everything. - Of course, of course.
I'll have my office email you all of Vanessa's financials.
So if this wasn't a robbery, it might be personal.
Is there someone you can think of
who might want to harm your wife?
I wouldn't know where to start.
Are you kidding?
A lot of people held grudges against Mrs. Van Dyke.
Like who?
The Junior League, Mr. O'Leary, down the block,
half the city council.
That catering company that she ran out of business,
the Historical Society, the Girl Scouts.
Her cousin, Bunny.
Then there was Ralph, of course.
That's another cousin?
No, Lauren.
It was a whole thing.
And what time did you leave yesterday morning?
We were running late.
I took George to his swim lesson at 8:45.
What time was it you got back?
Just before 9:20.
When you left for the day, did you lock the front door?
Vanessa wouldn't allow it.
There were always people coming in and out.
If you locked up the house,
the doorbell would ring constantly.
Well, that doesn't sound very secure.
That's what the front gate was for.
If you knew the code, you could come and go
without disturbing Mrs. Van Dyke.
And how many people knew that code?
Probably a lot.
So it seemed Vanessa had a bad habit
of rubbing people the wrong way.
Well, not speaking ill of the dead,
her husband gave me the same impression.
An enemy to some, the envy of all,
at least according to her household staff.
I peeked in Vanessa's closet, so I can understand why.
It should be a crime to have that many Birkin bags.
Don't you have a birthday coming up?
Maybe Scola can spring for a new purse.
I'll pass on the purse.
But I did ask him for Beyoncé tickets, so we'll see.
Well, much like Queen Bey,
whoever killed Vanessa had impeccable timing.
It's not very often the house is empty,
but our suspect picked the perfect window.
Exactly 34 minutes when Vanessa was home alone.
Do we think he just got lucky?
Well, maybe, but he also knew the code to the gate.
Which isn't hard.
It's the house number, plus pound.
And he didn't trip the alarm.
Well, Mrs. Van Dyke insisted it be
turned off during the day.
Why would she insist on that?
Apparently, the constant ringing of the doorbell
would trigger one of Vanessa's famous migraines.
I'm starting to get one of those myself.
Any other cameras?
A big house like that should have tons of security.
Nope, one on the entire property.
Are you kidding me?
The rich always feel more insulated
than they actually are.
OK, I was able to open our suspect's burner phone.
Now, this was the last website he accessed before the attack.
What is that?
It's some kind of chat interface inside a dating app.
"Take full control." "No safe words."
This reads like a perverted tryst.
Who is he talking to?
That's the crazy part.
It's Vanessa Van Dyke.
Be right back.
Two more Shirley Temples, please.
Sure.
I was... I was sorry to hear
about what happened to Ms. Van Dyke.
Thank you for saying so.
It was awful, what happened.
You're staring.
Stop it.
You all remember Jill Potts from cyber crimes.
The dating app Mrs. Van Dyke was on
caters to BDSM enthusiasts.
It allows users to find matches who share similar
I think the word you're looking for is "kink."
Exactly.
And Vanessa's area of interest
was something called EA, erotic asphyxiation.
Like being held underwater.
Now, it looks like Vanessa and someone online
named "Choke Artist"... hate that name
came up with a plan for him to stage a home invasion
at a pre-agreed upon time
when Vanessa would be waiting in the tub.
That's how the suspect snuck in.
Vanessa gave him the keys to the castle.
OK, "Whatever I say, don't stop."
I mean, don't people normally establish a safe word?
How do we know this isn't some sort of sex game gone wrong?
I dug in on your subject's profile.
It's only a week old, and he was exclusively cruising
for EA subs in the Newport area.
It seems pretty targeted.
Were you able to pull any other location data?
Not yet.
The company behind the app is stonewalling us.
But I can confirm that the IP address for that account
matches your suspect's burner phone.
OK, well, I looked into that.
The burner phone was purchased at a mini mart in Fall River.
All right, you and Nina head to that mini mart.
I'll follow up on the husband.
Hana, see what else you can find
on Vanessa's dating profile.
And, Jill, stay on your cell in case we need you.
I always do.
The app was in a hidden folder on your wife's phone.
Our working theory is that she invited
her assailant into your house.
And what she thought would be consensual EA
took a deadly turn.
You don't seem all that surprised, Mr. Bradford.
It goes without saying
that we would prefer to keep
any salacious details private for the family's sake.
We can definitely do that.
But I need you to put your cards on the table first.
When Vanessa was a young girl, she nearly drowned.
Her father took her out on one of the family boats.
It capsized, and she got caught in the rigging.
And if it wasn't for her dad's bravery, she would have died.
He gave his life for hers.
I think there was just something about that guilt
that always stuck with her.
Take your time.
Early on in our relationship, Vanessa began to ask me
for some increasingly dangerous asphyxiation play.
And I... I just didn't have the stomach for it.
My wife needed something that I could not provide.
So I just... I just
I turned a blind eye to it.
I...
Auntie Annie, I made this for you!
Hey, just give us a sec, OK, buddy?
Hey, George.
My goodness.
Come here.
Thank you.
It's beautiful.
Will you sign it for me?
Come on, let's go.
Look,
we will give you anything that you need
to catch this bastard, OK?
Appreciate that.
Looks like the phone was purchased last Tuesday,
a little after 3:00 PM.
Any chance you got any footage from that afternoon?
Maybe. Let me check in the back.
- Thank you. - OK.
Is it just me, or did I detect
a little tension between you and Ms. Cyber Crimes?
My God.
It was that obvious?
I mean, I do know a thing or two
about office romance.
Yeah, we've been out a couple times.
You know that.
Yeah, and? Spill the tea.
Well, I bailed on her in the middle of our last date,
left her at a party she invited me to
and have not called her back since.
Why? What's up?
We're not on the same wavelength, you know?
I get that. It's OK.
You're in luck.
That's your guy.
Did he pay with credit card?
No, paid in cash.
But he didn't just buy the one phone.
He bought three.
OK, so our suspect could have accomplices.
Can we get the serial numbers for them?
Yeah.
What do you mean, the FBI is looking into it?
Calm down, Kevin.
Everything's going according to plan.
Yeah, that's easy for you to say.
They found the phone in the pickup,
and they were asking Jay all about that dating app.
Could you please not call him that?
Who? Jay?
Yes. His name is Mr. Bradford.
Baby, I told you, there's no reason to be jealous.
I'm not jealous. I'm pissed off.
He's the reason we're in this mess.
It was just the one time.
And if he had just kept it in his pants
instead of cheating on his wife,
then I wouldn't have had to...
Wouldn't have had to what?
Mr. Bradford.
What are you doing here?
This is my office, Kevin.
I should ask you the same thing.
Sit down.
Come on, son.
Come on.
What is this?
A confession.
I just want to make sure you don't do anything stupid.
- I had to tell him, Kevin. - He figured everything out.
You don't realize it yet, but you did me a favor.
Now, I can get you out of this mess,
but I just need some assurances first.
No. No, no, no. But this isn't...
Why you killed my wife?
Enlighten me, Kevin.
Why did you drown Vanessa?
Well, she was gonna fire Amelia.
And with your work visa,
you would have to leave the country.
And Vanessa knew about you two sleeping together,
but it was just the one time.
Well, that's not entirely true.
You two are still sleeping together?
How... how could you?
Vanessa was snooping around.
She would have ruined everything.
You lied to me.
Yes, she did. Now sign.
And what if I refuse?
Don't be an idiot.
Do what he says, Kev.
There.
Now what?
OK. OK.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's OK. It's OK.
It's done now.
How do you feel?
Incredible.
You, me, and George
we're a family now.
Not just a family.
We're rich.
Deceased is Kevin Mulvaney.
He's a bartender here at the club.
He kind of looks like the kid who bought
those three burner phones.
I'll bet he's a DNA match to those cigarette butts
you found also.
He left a signed suicide note.
He confesses to killing Vanessa Van Dyke
and says he became obsessed with her
while working here at the club.
I call BS.
This kid kills himself inside Jay's office
to apologize for killing his wife?
- Come on. - No.
Nobody's that loyal to their boss.
Kevin's signature is smudged, meaning he's left-handed,
but he shoots himself with his non-dominant hand?
Ambidextrous?
This is all a little too goofy for me.
Wait, here.
We may have a recording of it.
Keep digging.
Nina and Barnes are tearing apart Kevin's condo.
I doubt they'll find anything.
You run his criminal history?
Kid's squeaky clean
not even an overdue library book.
Until two days ago, when he murdered Vanessa Van Dyke.
What about the DNA you found in that stolen truck?
The lab confirmed it was definitely Kevin.
Well, he didn't just wake up one day
and decide to kill his boss's wife.
There's got to be more to this story.
Where are we on that hidden camera?
It's still powered on.
I think it's motion activated.
So it should be recording, right?
Probably.
It's hard to get any footage from the cloud
when there's no account info.
- DaFino-Cam3? - What the hell does that mean?
I don't know. Maybe it's the brand?
Do we still have the financials
- their attorney sent over? - Yep.
Let's see if that name pops.
OK.
There's a weekly recurring payment
from Vanessa's personal account to a Michael Da Fino.
Who's that?
He's a private investigator out of Providence
in a very cheap suit.
Well, if his client was killed,
why hasn't he reached out yet?
If he's got a weekly payment, he probably doesn't want
to get off the gravy train.
Get this slimeball on the phone.
Go for Mike.
This is Remy Scott with the FBI.
We're looking into the murder of your client,
Vanessa Van Dyke.
Yeah, so?
We discovered one of your hidden cameras
inside her husband's office,
where a man was found dead early this morning.
I see. How can I help?
Well, to start with, you can tell us why Vanessa hired you.
You know what the "I" in private eye stands for,
Agent Scott?
Infidelity.
Cheating husbands keep the lights on.
Jay was stepping out on her?
So she thought.
About a month ago, she found a little lipstick
on his collar, confronted him.
But he denied it.
A woman's intuition is usually right.
He was definitely having an affair.
You can count on it.
I just didn't have the goods on him yet.
You think he'd be capable of killing his wife?
Hard to say.
Maybe, maybe not.
Have Newport PD pick up Jay Bradford at his house
and have Barnes and Nina meet them there.
I need to see the footage on that camera.
Yeah, I don't know if it's still recording or not.
Well, check it, and call me back.
As I was saying,
I wanted you both to come down here.
Have a seat. Have a seat.
Well, you made it seem like
we didn't have much of a choice.
Well, I have a little videotape
I'd like both of you to see.
So what?
You're blackmailing me?
No.
Think of it as a right to first refusal.
And why should we trust you?
Because I didn't just screw your play.
Look, it's not illegal to have an affair with the nanny,
but just a little cliché.
Let's say you two go with the story
that you gave the Mulvaney kid, right?
Vanessa found out you were sleeping with Amelia.
She was upset with that.
She confronts Amelia, threatens to send her packing.
Desperate, Amelia runs to Kevin.
And Kevin, being the lovesick puppy that he is,
takes matters into his own hands?
I can make the tape disappear,
and you two lovebirds sail off into the sunset.
I think that might work.
How much?
Typical rich kid.
First instinct is always to buy off your problems.
Let's say $9,000,
cash, every week,
until I get tired of fleecing the tax man.
You know, I
I am impressed, Mr. Da Fino.
You... you almost had it all figured.
Almost?
What did I leave out?
I'm no rich kid.
My God.
Get the car.
Amelia, now!
Hana, what's up?
Where are you?
15 minutes out from the Van Dyke home.
Why?
Newport PD just arrived on the scene.
There's no sign of Jay, but it looks like he left in a hurry.
What about this PI?
Da Fino's dead.
His body was found dumped near the Marina.
Remy thinks he's been playing both sides.
Well, blackmail is a dangerous game.
All right, do we know where Jay's headed?
Not yet.
I'm still trying to track down all the Van Dykes' cars.
OK, wait a sec.
One of the missing burner phones just powered on.
They dialed a number owned by the Yacht Club.
And where is that?
It's near your location.
I'm gonna send you the address.
OK.
All right, George, we're gonna go on a little adventure,
just me, you, and your dad.
How does that sound?
Pretty fun. Is Mommy coming?
She's gonna meet us.
From now on, everything's gonna be better, I promise.
- All right, let's do this. - Engine's on, all right?
I'll handle these. Can you grab George?
Yeah, yeah, I got him. Go.
How does this work?
OK, just... just... just stay here, buddy, OK?
Daddy, wait!
Jay!
We can come back for him.
Are you crazy?
Damn it.
- All right, come on. - FBI! Freeze!
Come on, buddy. Come on. Let's go.
Don't shoot! He's got a kid.
Jay, stop!
They're getting in the boat!
Jay, do not get on that boat!
- I've got you. Here. - Do you have a shot?
- The kid's in the way. - Amelia, stop!
- Clear! - They're gonna go.
- No, no, no! - Go.
- Hey! - Stop that boat!
- Stop, stop! - Stop!
So it turns out Jay and the nanny were
- behind all this. - Amelia.
I should have guessed. It's always the nanny.
Something that the private investigator
was bound to find out.
That's why they killed Vanessa.
I'm just not sure how they did it.
I think I have something.
OK, so it looks like they ditched
the burner phones as soon as they found out
we were tracking them.
Both of them were logged into that kinky dating app.
It turns out that Jay and Amelia
created Vanessa's profile.
It was all set up to murder Vanessa
and leave Kevin holding the bag.
The boat they stole is owned by the Yacht Club.
Jay called to have it gassed up right after
they killed Da Fino.
There's no GPS tracking on it,
but we did BOLO the Coast Guard.
Have state police send up a chopper.
Do we know which way they're headed?
All we know is they were heading west.
Narragansett Bay into Long Island Sound,
100 nautical miles and a thousand places to hide.
We can't forget, he's an accomplished sailor too.
And the most important part, Jay has his kid in tow.
Get me the Van Dykes' attorney.
Where they heading?
I told you already, I don't know.
OK, do the Van Dykes have any other property in the area?
A penthouse in Manhattan.
They're not lying low on the top floor.
Now, think.
What about Jay?
Does he have family close by?
I don't know if I can answer that.
He's still my client.
I thought you represented the estate.
I do.
We're looking at a 5-year-old boy
who stands to inherit,
but only if he makes it out of this alive.
They took George?
Jay tried to leave him on the dock, but yes.
Jeez, Jay, not again.
What do you mean by that?
Annie.
Before Jay met Vanessa,
he was an absolute pirate.
He grew up in Mystic, Connecticut,
sailing yachts, partying.
He married a trashy bartender named Laura.
They had a son, until Jay went full deadbeat dad.
Is this them?
Yeah.
And that's Leo, Jay's first son.
He owed them a huge amount of child support.
And then one day, when Leo was about the same age as George,
Jay just up and left, abandoned them both
to go race yachts out in San Diego.
Do you think that Jay could hurt George?
I think they treated that boy
more like a possession than a son.
He's obviously not winning Father of the Year.
But there's no way Jay's taking Amelia to his ex-wife's house.
We need to figure out where he's headed.
Now, they need money, right?
What about the trust? You moved all the cash?
It's... it's all in an offshore account.
Yeah, got it.
It's in Jay's name in a bank in the Bahamas.
Which will take time to freeze
that we don't have right now.
Especially not if Jay can sail to Nassau.
And when he gets there,
he's looking at millions in buried treasure.
Georgie, stay there. I'll be right back.
You need to drop it.
- I can't, Jay. - You almost left George behind.
- Look, I panicked, all right? - You think that excuses it?
You said we're a family now,
that George needs two parents in his life.
- I know what I said. - Then act like it.
Look, I went back and got him, didn't I?
That's not the point.
What if it was me? Would you leave me behind?
Look, you put me in that position,
and you're gonna find out.
Ahoy there!
How are you?
Are you... are you guys the Andersons?
Sure are. I'm Paul.
And this is my better half, Nan.
I'm Jay.
And this... this is my better half, Amelia.
The dock master said that you guys are getting ready
to ship on down to the Keys.
Yeah, we... we putter that way almost every year.
Putter is right. It takes a long while.
I bet.
I bet it does.
Hey, do you mind if we bum a ride?
That's a... a funny thing to ask.
It's not a request, actually.
- Mystic is 5 miles out. - Jay grew up sailing there.
He knows it like the back of his hand.
Yeah, I'm looking at float plans.
- This kid's life's in danger. - We need more than a hunch.
I found two marinas with boats heading to the Caribbean.
We got word to the first one to be on the lookout.
What about door number two?
The dock master isn't answering.
Nina and Barnes should be pulling up now.
Remy, we're on site.
We're approaching the main office now.
Any signs of our fugitives?
No. So far, it's just us.
FBI! Anybody here?
Nina.
Yeah?
I got him.
Hey. Hold on one second. Let me help you.
Clear.
There's two of them,
and they're heading towards the dock.
Do they have a kid with them?
- I don't know. I'm sorry. - OK.
Untie him. Let me see.
Remy, the harbor master says they're here.
I'm checking security.
Talk to me.
Come on.
OK, I found 'em.
They have George.
Do not engage until we land.
Amelia, give me the keys.
I'm looking!
Any sign of Amelia or Georgie?
Negative.
They must be in the cabin with the boat's owners.
How long before the marine patrol gets here?
5 to 10 minutes out.
It looks like Jay's getting ready to cast off.
He's got a gun in his waistband.
Cover me.
Jay Bradford, FBI.
Agent Scott.
Interest you in a little sailing lesson?
Why don't you come on down here, and we'll talk about it?
No can do.
Hey, buddy.
Let's just duck into this corner, OK, George?
I want to be home.
And if your friends there take one more step,
I'm gonna have Amelia start shooting hostages.
Just be really quiet.
Duck into this corner, OK?
I need you to put your hands in the air
and come off this boat.
No can do.
Give me the keys, Amelia.
I... I can't find them!
I swear to God, you take one more step,
and she starts killing people.
Amelia?
Amelia!
Can you hear me?
He's gonna get you and Georgie killed.
- Please don't hurt us! - I've got a little boy in here!
Nobody's shooting anybody, honey.
It's OK.
Daddy!
It's OK, buddy!
It's OK. Just stay down there.
I'm scared.
Amelia, here's a news flash.
He doesn't care about you or Georgie.
All he cares about is himself.
That's not true.
If it wasn't for you, Georgie would be back on that dock.
He's lying. Give me the keys!
Shh.
If he could do that to his son,
how long do you think you're going to last?
He's lying, honey.
Ask him about Leo.
Who?
His firstborn,
Leo,
the one he abandoned at the drop of a hat
to go race yachts.
Jay, what is he talking about?
It's not what it seems, honey.
How could you do that?
Amelia, do not do anything stupid, all right?
I'm sorry.
Please don't hurt us!
I'm coming out! I don't have a gun!
Coming aboard.
No, you're not. Stay there.
- Drop that gun. - Hands up.
Don't shoot.
Do it, now.
Take it out, now!
All right, it's down, it's down, it's down!
Drop it! Put it down!
Amelia.
I'm not that guy anymore.
Yes, you are.
Hands behind your back.
What's going to happen to George?
It's up to the Department of Children and Families.
You be good while I'm gone, OK, George?
Let's go see the seagulls, bud.
Is there someone who can look after the kid?
There's a cousin Vanessa always hated.
- Bunny? - Yeah, how do you know?
- Long memory. - It's an occupational hazard.
Well, she's far too self-absorbed
to ever take in a child, though.
Maybe it's best Georgie takes a break from the Van Dykes,
at least for the time being.
You don't mean me.
How would that even work?
We could put in a good word with Family Services.
You obviously care about him.
Do either one of you have kids?
I do.
Best thing that ever happened to me.
Talk to him.
See how you feel. Who knows?
Speaking of kids, you still heading down to D.C. tomorrow?
Yeah, I'm on the Acela first thing in the morning.
Right, take off.
We can wrap up things from here.
Thank you.
Annie!
And, Barnes...
Tell 'em Uncle Remy says hi.
I will do.
Well, your résumé pretty much speaks for itself.
Thank you.
And your time working fugitives
makes you a natural fit for task force supervisor.
I felt like I might be well-suited for this role.
SAC Castille said as much.
She couldn't stop singing your praises.
Isobel's too kind.
Now, she said you have family in town.
Yeah, my two kids moved to D.C. with their mom.
Well, we are very pro-family here at HQ.
A lot of agents find that coming out of the field
is actually a nice reprieve.
I've been thinking a lot about that recently.
I bet.
Nearly a decade on the Fugitive Task Force,
you're probably pretty tired of living out of a hotel.
Look,
I can't make an official offer yet,
but the job is basically yours if you want it.
I do have one final question, though.
OK, shoot.
Now, there's no right or wrong answer.
It's just something I find interesting to ask
our agents applying for a supervisory position.
Well, that's a lot of buildup, but OK.
As supervisor, you'd be in charge
of every violent crimes task force in the Northeast.
In your opinion,
what's the most important quality an SSA can foster
with the agents working beneath her?
I mean, I guess I have to say trust.
As you know, hunting fugitives is beyond dangerous.
But the members of my team have become more like family
than co-workers at this point.
I mean, the trust we've built over the last few years
not only makes us more effective as a team,
but it keeps us safe and sane when we're out on the road.
- What's so funny? - Nothing.
It's just Remy Scott said
almost the exact same thing a few years back,
when he interviewed to take over the Fugitive Task Force.
Glad to see the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.