FBI: Most Wanted

We already talked about this.

Not my issue.

I don't care.

Have the money, all cash. Be there at 7:00.

You don't show, you're over. You hear me?

Psst.

What's your problem?

We got to talk.

Not here. Pantry.

Let's go.

We got a cell check coming. Give me the burners.

We don't take orders from you.

Right now you do.

The Feds are coming, and the Warden's raising hell.

- Who tipped the Feds? - I don't know.

Give me the phones.

And be quiet when they're here.

You think we're the one's that's gonna talk?

You got sloppy.

What'd you do?

You been running your mouth?

- Brendan? - Give me your keys.

- What is going on? - Give me your damn keys!

No!

- Brendan, stop! - Shh.

Shh.

Shut up. Shut up!

Night, Sarah.

- See you tomorrow. - Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Where's your dad? - He's in the car.

- He's not coming in? - Says he's in a hurry.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Hey, sweetie. - Hey.

- Okay, okay. - How'd it go?

Good. Um, I got to ride a horse...

Let me make it this time, yeah?

- Really? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right. Beets, kale.

Can you grab the red sauce?

Red sauce, coming at ya.

All right.

I got this, I got this. Kale first...

Since when do you drink Zadie's gross smoothies?

- It's actually pretty good. - You got to try it sometime.

Also cleans out the pipes, if you know what I mean.

Not a selling point.

I think I'll just stick to the pasta.

I got to get this.

Be right back.

Hey. Yeah.

So you two seem to be getting pretty close.

No.

You're wearing his shirt,

and I heard him listening to Carole King.

Hey, she's retro-cool right now.

I can't help it if I have good taste.

You know what I mean.

Look, it's just a fling.

"Convenient, in my pod,

"don't have to go far for it" quarantine sex.

- It's not a big deal. - Maybe for you.

But I haven't seen Crosby eat a cheeseburger in over a week,

and that's a big deal for him.

I think he might be catching feelings.

He's not.

I'm not.

We're on the same page.

Besides, his apartment's fixed.

He's moving out this weekend, and that will be that.

Okay?

What's wrong?

I got to go.

Rhonda?

- Kenny. - Hey, hey.

Thank you for coming.

Of course.

- Where's Matty? - With my mom.

She took him to get some food.

How's he doing?

Not good.

The doctor said there's brain swelling.

So they put him into an induced coma.

Even if he wakes up, he might not...

He might not be okay.

They said he put up a fight, though.

Of course he did.

Matthew's the toughest S.O.B. I know.

When did this happen?

Two hours ago at Washington Square Park.

Washington Square...

- What was he doing down there? - I don't know.

I went to pick up Matty from soccer,

and when we got home, he was gone.

And then the cops called me, and...

It's okay. It's gonna be okay, I promise.

Just give me a second.

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

Excuse me, Officer?

I'm friends with Matthew Turner.

Can you tell me what happened?

Transient found him in the park.

You know, somebody obviously jumped him,

but we got no weapon, no witnesses...

At least none that are sober.

- Was it a robbery? - No.

He had his phone and his wallet on him,

which is how we ID'd him.

My guess is drug deal gone wrong.

No, no, no. Not this guy.

We were in the Army together.

He has a wife, a kid, a great job.

Well, you know, I mean,

that part of the park, that time of night...

- Did you check his phone? - Yeah, it's locked.

His wife said he changed the pass code.

She doesn't know it, so...

- Unless he wakes up... - He's gonna wake up.

Well...

Look, let me see it.

Evidence stays with police custody, son.

Okay.

So I'll be taking it from here, pops.

Look, none of this makes any sense.

Matthew lives in Brooklyn.

He hates going into the city.

- How long have you known him? - Since Afghanistan.

I was there when he proposed to his wife.

I'm little Matty's godfather.

I was just at their place last week

celebrating his birthday.

I'm sorry, Kenny.

If you need to take some time, you should take it.

No, I don't need to take any time.

What I need is to find out who did this to him, okay?

- Okay. - Okay, I'm in.

I'll put it up.

That's them.

That’s that’s the photo from the birthday party.

There are no emails or text messages.

- Yeah, he he’s a mad deleter. - It’s it’s sort of his thing.

Can toucan you check his call log?

All right, Rhonda and Bernie J.

Rhonda's his wife. Bernie J. Is his boss.

What are these other ones here?

Nine calls yesterday from the same number.

The last one, just an hour before he was attacked.

That's a New Jersey area code.

Can you trace it?

There's no subscriber info. Looks like a burner.

It pings off a tower in Wantage.

The only thing nearby is Carson Correctional

a private prison.

Does Matthew have a friend in jail?

Or know somebody that works there?

- No. - Not that I know of.

Hey, boss.

Look, I-I know this is out of protocol,

but I'd love to check this out.

Call the warden. Tell him we have a tip...

Unauthorized use of cell phones in his facility.

We're on our way.

You're coming with me?

That's your friend, Kenny. I got your back.

Thanks, Hana.

I assume inmates aren't allowed to keep cell phones?

Hell, no. This is a private facility.

And I run a tight ship. They'd tell you themselves.

But they know better than to talk out of turn.

Are you searching all the cells?

As we speak. We have a protocol for that.

Get down on your knees!

- What the hell? - Warden!

Why are we in lock down?

It's Tito and Tyson. You'd better come.

- Whose post is this? - De Rossi.

- Where the hell is he? - I don't know.

We can't raise him on the radio,

and he's not answering his cell.

- Still warm. - This just happened.

Joan, this is the Warden.

I need a 20 on Brendan De Rossi.

- Who's Joan? - She's the personnel director.

Joan, do you copy?

I need you to find out if De Rossi clocked in today

and get these agents their weapons.

This way.

De Rossi signed in at 8:00 a.m.,

but no one's seen him.

Keep looking.

Joan!

She's not here. She should be here.

We got blood.

We got more blood over here.

Get behind me.

And stay with us.

That door should be locked.

Clear.

God, Joan.

Get medical down to the armory, now!

Warden? That case