Hostages

Previously on Hostages...

You are going to kill the President of the United States, Ellen.

Otherwise, we will kill your family.

We need to end this investigation tonight.

And how are we supposed to do that?

We give them somebody to blame.

- Everything go okay with the nurse? - Yeah. Yeah, we're good.

- We're going to escape. - What?

I'll stay behind, I'll act as a decoy.

- Where's your wife, Brian? - Gone.

Where is she?

I'll meet you at the bus station on Glebe at 2:00 p.m.

Where are Mom and Dad? They should be here by now.

Mom said they'd come. Let's give her some time.

Keep going, sweetheart. He doesn't know where you are.

We did it. Just keep...

Oh, God!

He's still alive, but I have no idea how long he'll last.

That's up to you, Doctor.

Get him up.

Get me all the towels you can find.

Give me your knife.

I searched a four-block radius around the school.

The kids are in the wind.

You shot him, now you're trying to save him?

I need you to check the local police scanners,

see if any cars were stolen near the high school.

And check all the surveillance video you can.

Airports, train stations, and bus stations.

- Jake and Morgan can't have gone far. And Ellen?

- She'll come back for him. - No, she won't.

- Mom and Dad should be here by now. - I know.

Morgan? Do we get on the bus or not?

Let's get on the next bus.

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

Find him. Tell him to get his ass back here.

If we don't do something soon, this guy's gonna die.

Just get a hold of Archer.

No cars are reported stolen near the kids' school.

- Airport surveillance footage is a bust. - Keep looking.

This is taking too long.

- Where is your family? - They're gone.

Wrong answer.

- Let's try this again. Where are they? - Go to hell.

Stop it!

If you want my help, get that woman away from my husband.

You don't want him to die. The kids are gone.

If you lose Brian, you have no leverage over me,

and I'll never do what you want.

Step off. Now.

Ellen, no...

Oh, God. There's too much damage. We have to take him to the ER.

- Brian stays here. - I need to operate.

- So do it. - I don't have everything I need.

- It's dangerous. - I have faith in you, Ellen.

Why did you come back? I told you not to come back.

Damn it, he's bleeding out!

Where did you hide my trauma kit? I need it.

I can't help him without it!

Help Dr. Sanders.

Okay, something went wrong.

Morgan Sanders.

Morgan Sanders, please come to the ticket counter.

They're here. Let's go.

Hi, I'm Morgan Sanders. I was just paged?

Just a second.

Do you see them?

No.

Here you go.

They'll catch up with us later?

What is that supposed to mean? Where are they?

We missed the 2:45 to Montreal. When's the next bus?

4:10, bus 618.

Okay, uh, two tickets, please.

Take over CPR.

Your hand...

Clear!

CPR and pressure.

Come on. Come on.

Clear!

Still no pulse.

Come back to me, Brian. Right now.

Right now, damn it!

Clear!

We have a pulse.

Keep applying pressure.

Pull over a floor lamp, I'm gonna hang an IV bag.

You reach Archer? I left word. Nothing.

It doesn't make any sense.

Mom came to drop off the envelope, why would she leave?

- I don't know. - You think she had to pick up Dad?

I have no idea! Stop asking me questions!

The bullet went through. That's the good news.

- But it damaged your renal vein. - Can you fix it?

Yeah, but I need to open you up

to repair the vein and stop the bleeding.

Okay.

I can give you a local anesthetic to dull the pain,

but I don't have anything to put you under.

It's gonna hurt.

Let's... Let's just get it over with.

We found the kids. Bus station. Not sure what bus they're on.

Go find 'em. Now.

They're gonna make it.

- Where the hell have you been? - We need to talk.

When I call you, you answer the damn phone...

- We got a problem. - What?

It's about the nurse. There's a complication...

I know. The Secret Service is still looking for her.

- They assigned me to the case. - She's dead, D.

What?

Things didn't work out as planned.

Why didn't you tell me?

'Cause you got enough on your plate right now.

You said, "The less everybody knows, the better."

- Protects us all. - This is different.

What the hell happened?

I was dropping her off with Malik for safekeeping

when she tried to run.

- Somebody help me! Please! - Started yelling for help.

So I shot her.

Truth is, I should have killed her as soon as I got her out of that bar.

Keeping her stashed away for two weeks...

It never made sense. It's too risky.

- I don't accept that. - You're living in a fantasy world, man.

You think we can pull this off and no one gets hurt?

Impossible.

You don't get to kill the President

and keep your hands clean at the same time.

- Where's the body? - In Malik's storage unit.

But the cops'll find it if we don't move soon.

Malik got busted yesterday with a kilo of coke.

That's our bus.

It's her.

- Did she see us? - I don't know.

Okay, let's go.

You gonna do that all the way to Canada?

We can't leave without Mom and Dad.

Okay...

We're gonna be okay.

Bus 618, this is dispatch. Pick up.

Dispatch, this is 618.

We've got one more passenger en route. She won't be long.

She found us, didn't she?

What do we do?

We took out the chips. How the hell did she find us?

Sir, I just feel like I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown

if I don't find these kids.

I've only been their nanny for two weeks, but they hate me.

And the last time they ran away, I found them here...

So, I was wondering if I could

look at video footage of the loading areas of the last couple of hours...

- Are you a cop? - No.

Then, no.

Is this enough to buy me a badge?

- Are you trying to bribe me? - "Bribe" is such an ugly word.

So is "incarceration." What's your name?

Hey!

Sandrine Renault?

- Who wants to know? - I'm a private detective.

You're a tough woman to track down.

So why don't you tell whoever hired you that you couldn't find me,

- and we'll call it even. - Can't do that.

- Sure you can. - Victor expects results. And his money.

I'm a little short.

Oh, sorry to hear that.

We'll take that.

Let's go for a drive.

Sorry. That's the worst of it.

Move that lamp closer.

There's too much blood in the field, I can't visualize the injury.

Glove up. I need you.

Okay, don't move, or he'll bleed out.

I know you're in there!

Morgan! I can see the lights on! Open the door!

Answer the door before he comes around back.

I'm not finished. I can't just walk away!

I'll keep holding pressure. You get rid of the visitor.

- Wait. - What?

Take off your clothes.

What?

You can't go to the door covered in blood.

Take them off.

- Now. I'm not leaving.

Morgan don't make me wait outside. Open the door.

Can I help you?

Mrs. Sanders?

It's Boyd, is Morgan home?

Ah, no, no, she isn't.

Morgan! Morgan!

I just told you, she's not here.

Try calling her...

- Excuse me! - I'm not leaving until I speak to her.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I need to talk to her.

She won't return any of my calls. I'm sorry...

Shut your mouth.

Look, I know your husband and I got off to a rocky start yesterday.

I'm not a bad guy. I love your daughter.