Frequency

I went back to the Goff house.

You remember there was an outbuilding?

It's gone now.

Sometime after we changed history, it was torn down.

I think I know why.

There's a cellar.

I think that's where Goff kept his victims.

So you think he abducted Maya Gowen

and held her down there.

She disappeared three days ago in '96.

It can't be a coincidence.

We know Maya and Goff went to the same college.

They grew up two miles from each other.

No, no, we already checked out the house, me and Satch,

and after we got through with the mom,

who practically had a choke collar on him,

he wasn't saying anything.

You got to go back. The outbuilding.

Find out what exactly is going on in there.

Wait, wait. Hold on. Hold on.

Do you have any evidence

that somebody was being held down there?

It's been 20 years, but Goff could've taken Maya.

He could be the Nightingale, and we could save Mom.

Hey.

Hey, Gordo.

I'm sorry I took your head off last night.

Never apologize, remember? Not with us.

You told me that when you were ten.

So tell me what I should do here.

Your mom's family keeps text-bombing me.

You're not returning their calls.

I can't deal with them right now.

That's what I said, in nicer words.

They want to plan a service for your mom.

I don't want one.

I figured that too.

- I'd say I'm sorry... - But we don't do that.

Carry on.

Yeah.

Hey, you.

How you doing?

- You settling in? - Yeah, man.

Hey, sorry about washing up on your front porch like that.

Please, stay as long as you like.

No, I'm dead serious.

It keeps Leah's broke-ass cousins out of here.

Thanks.

And of course, you got that thing set up

before you even put your clothes on.

You're officially a nerd, my man.

Yeah, yeah.

Listen, we got to double back to Goff's house.

Jersey?

Oh, right, because Ma Goff's friendlier today.

No, just... I think we missed something.

- Like what? - I don't know yet.

Let me guess, this is another one of your hunches.

Hey, look, what do you want me to say, huh?

All right, well, come on. Let's get some grub.

- Leah's making eggs. - No, no, drive-through, man.

We got to beat the traffic.

Sure. Why sit down and eat like a human being

when you can stuff your face while I drive?

Exactly.

Mother...

Mike, do a search for me?

You'll owe me your firstborn, but yeah.

Maya Elise Gowen, missing person.

No one found her.

That's what it says.

Look, Maya and Goff grew up in the same town.

They went to high school together.

She goes missing, and he's got a rape charge?

Expunged rape charge.

And you didn't mention the girl yesterday. Why?

I came across it late last night.

You want to tell me our play here?

- Let's check out the shed. - Without a warrant?

Oh, here we go.

- What are you doing here? - Mrs. Goff, where's Thomas?

You already talked to him. This is harassment.

Where are you going?

No, I want you off my property right now.

Ma'am, you're gonna have to calm down, okay?

- Give me your badge numbers. - You got this shed locked.

- I'm gonna need you to open it. - Are you insane?

I'm calling my lawyer.

Hey, we got to get in there, Satch.

- What? Not without a warrant. - Give me a why.

No... what is he doing? What is he doing?

- Exigent circumstances. - Stop it.

Oh, my God! There's nothing's in there.

- You smell that? - Yeah, Frank, I smell it.

- Bleach. - No, stop!

Get out! No.

- Frank. - You can't do this! Get out! Get out!

You always clean out your cellars with bleach?

- Huh? - All right, come on.

She was in here, wasn't she? The girl? Maya?

- She was in here! - Hey, hey, hey.

What the hell is going on here?

What are...

Still missing.

- You didn't even... - Yeah, I did, four times.

What do you want from me?

Records said they were gonna make the change.

I know the family.

Maya!

Come on, Frank.

Maya.

Maya, Maya!

Maya, Maya, can you hear me?

This is Sullivan. I need EMT.

I found her. I found Maya. She's alive.

_

Maya, stay with me.

Maya, stay with me. Stay with me.

_

You go straight for the outbuilding

and the hatch when there's a whole

beautiful house to search.

Man, I've been under for two years.

Maybe I'm starting to think like a bad guy.

No, I know what this is.

It's like Wroblicki on his first day as a detective.

He's coming out of the deli with a sandwich when, bam,

nearly gets knocked on his ass by some guy tearing down the street.

Wro chases the guy down, tackles him.

Turns out he knifed some mope a block away.

It's beginner's luck.

Hey, what do you think about Goff as the Nightingale?

If he is, we got to catch him by the letter,

and I don't know what ugly habits those narcos taught you,

but that's it for busting into sheds without probable cause.

Yeah.

I knew that son of a bitch took her.

Maya's still unconscious.

There's no telling what she's gonna remember.

- Where are you with Goff? - I'm coming up empty.

What about the mom?

She's been running defense for him for years.

No, we had her in a box for two hours,

her and her douche bag attorney, and she's not saying jack.

She's hiding her son.

- He's the Nightingale. - Hold on. Hold on.

Maya wasn't a nurse. She doesn't fit the profile.

In '96, the Nightingale's still figuring out his MO,

and Maya, she's so close. He knows her.

It's too easy to pass up.

Okay, well, that's your opinion.

You have a better one?

Or maybe you listen to me and find him.

Oh, sure, yeah. I'm just gonna go make a call.

Goff has been AWOL for 20 years on my end,

and I am the one dealing with the fact that this psycho beat and strangled Mom.

Everybody wants a memorial for her.

They want to mourn her. Of course they do.

And I am the freak who is saying no because...

because we're going to get her back.

I'm not gonna let anything happen to your mother, okay?

In fact, I'm, uh...

I'm seeing her tomorrow.

She still talking to you after all that crazy last night?

Yeah, trust me, it's not her choice.

She's doing two-a-days 'cause of her classes.

I get to babysit you.

You know it's not called "babysitting" when it's your own kid.

Oh, is that right?

I must've missed that in the book on parenting you wrote.

- This is weird. - Nah.

You think?

Huh.

You look like me the night before taxes,

without the crying.

I feel like a freaking accountant. 20 years of property records

to try and find a guy who's in the wind.

What, did he own half of New York?

Mostly Jersey. And his family.

Uh, speaking of, your aunt Eileen,

not to mention your mom's whole nursing crew...

- I'll call them off. - You don't have to.

I'm, uh...

handling the service.

You're not flying into a rage.

This is good. I...

I thought you'd be pissed.

No, I-I get it.

Other people might need to mourn her. I just don't.

Thank you for taking it on, though.

I wanted to.

Do you want to get a slice or something?

- I've hit a wall. - I can't. Laurel's pooping.

She doesn't wipe her own butt yet? She's seven.

She wipes.

I'm solo tonight. I got to get back.

Screw it.

Okay, so I got to ask.

What did you really think about my mom inviting you to dinner?

Um...