FBI: Most Wanted

I always knew she was out there.

Right woman for me.

Knew we'd start a family.

Knew I'd love my kids more than myself.

Never thought I'd get a second chance to try.

Guys like you and me,

we aren't meant to have families.

We don't get second chances.

What?

Did I hurt your feelings?

Let's just get this over with.

No turning back now.

What a life.

To hell with life.

I want their cash.

You sure it's in there?

I'm sure.

We grab it and go.

And no witnesses, remember?

My God.

- Gracie! - Hey!

What are you doing?

You sold $1/2 million worth

of grain at Hudson Mill last week.

We want the money.

I don't have it.

Scale ticket says you took home 50% in cash.

So I'll ask you again. Where is it?

- What the hell's going on? - Eric, let me handle this.

You want to help your father out?

Tell me where his office is.

It's upstairs, but I'm telling you,

there is nothing up there.

Show me.

- Daddy! - Come on.

- You too, hero boy. - Daddy!

Let's go!

Come on!

See? No cash.

Where is it?

I told you, I don't have it.

No!

See what happens when you lie to me?

Where is he hiding it?

I-I don't know! I-I swear!

Stop! Make her stop crying, okay?

It's okay.

- You promised me cash. - It's okay. It's okay.

I was told there was money here.

Where is it, bitch?

I don't know! I don't know!

Jack handled all of that.

Too bad for you, then.

Hey! Come on, she's just a kid.

I don't care! You know the rules.

Please! Please.

I know the password to the farm's business account.

There's at least $1/2 million in there.

I can make a transfer on my laptop

and and get it from the bank in the morning.

Tit’s right there!

Not here. Get the laptop.

You're coming with us.

Come on!

No!

My landlord promises

to fix the leak in my apartment in one week.

In New York real estate time,

that's a month minimum.

But thanks for letting me crash here, Hana.

No worries. Where's all your stuff?

Right here.

You have a washer and dryer, right?

Seriously?

You brought your laundry?

Yeah. And I brought this.

Celebratory shot?

Maybe after work.

Who are you?

Zadie, meet Crosby, our new roommate.

Did I miss a house meeting?

We're supposed to discuss these things.

It's only temporary.

I have a plumbing issue in my apartment.

Welcome.

Don't touch my juice shelf.

Okay.

6:00 a.m. this morning,

foreman arrives at Rushing Meadow Farm

in Somerset, Pennsylvania, and finds the front door

of the owner's house broken into.

He goes inside to find this.

Victims are Jack Cartwright, very successful

proprietor of the farm, and his 17-year-old son, Eric.

That desk has been ransacked.

Could be someone was looking for money.

And murdered them both to get it.

There's more.

Eric is Jack's son from his first marriage.

Eight years ago, Jack then remarried Amelia,

a schoolteacher from New Hampshire.

She adopted Eric, and then they had

a six-year-old daughter named Gracie.

Both the mom and the daughter are missing.

So it's a home invasion turned double murder

turned double kidnapping?

Correct.

And this is who we're looking for

Samuel Rutledge, 38 years old,

recently paroled after serving nine years

on an aggravated assault charge

at the State Prison for Men in Concord.

Somerset PD found his ankle bracelet

with the strap cut in two

five miles from the Cartwrights' driveway.

Then about an hour ago, surveillance cam

at a gas station in Nashua caught this.

That's Sam in the passenger seat.

Who's his partner?

That's the owner of that van,

another ex-con on parole named Peter Timmons.

He did five years at Greensboro Correctional

in Manchester on a drug charge.

Wait, they weren't in prison together?

No.

All we know is, they were in New Hampshire,

they drove 492 miles through five states

to commit these crimes,

and now they're on their way back.

So why target this family?

Why kill the two men, take the mom and daughter?

Maybe they didn't get what they wanted.

Amelia and Gracie could be collateral.

They could also be human shields.

Amber alert go out?

Yes, and a BOLO on the van.

Okay, I found their connection.

The monitor on that ankle bracelet

traces to a parole officer named Barry Sands.

According to the New Hampshire DOC,

he was supervising the both of them.

Excellent. Where is Sands' location?

Concord, same as Peter's last known.

I'm not seeing anything for Sam.

Okay, let's split up.

Barnes and I will talk to the parole officer.

Crosby, check out Peter's apartment.

Hana, follow up with Forensics.

Make sure they're processing the scene

for touch DNA.

Amelia and Gracie are only useful

to these two until they're not.

Soon as that happens, they're both dead.

Tampering with a GPS monitor is a felony in this state.

Sam's looking at another three years in lockup.

Well, I'm guessing that's the least of his worries,

given the murders and the double abduction.

You sure Peter was with him?

Yes.

Didn't know they were pals.

Were their appointments at the same time each week?

Yeah, every Tuesday.

Sam at 4:00, Peter at 4:30.

Our fugitives met in your waiting room.

Sam is what we call an NH,

"not human."

If the system writes you off as a monster,

why bother acting like anything else?

And Peter?

Never violent,

not even when his wife served him

divorce papers in prison.

He has an ex-wife?

Linda Carroll.

Remarried some wealthy real estate guy.

But Peter found religion in prison.

He forgave her.

Wanted to start a new family, a new life on the up-and-up.

So if Peter wanted a second chance,

why would he risk everything to help Sam?

Love, sex, money, or sport.

We don't have an address for Sam.

He's only been out six weeks.

Been staying at the Bravo Motel off of 393.

Popular place for my clientele.

Just spoke to the manager.

Sam paid for a week in the room on Monday,

and she hasn't seen him since.

There's toiletries in the bathroom

and shirts hanging in the closet.

My guess is, he's planning on coming back.

Aha.

What do we got here?

Designer bag.

Three-carat princess cut.

About 800 bucks of Italian leather on her feet.

This woman is not hurting for cash.

These aren't candid photos.

Another rich lady and her kid.

Send them to Hana.