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Hey, Ben, are you almost done? 'Cause I really gotta go.

Uh... Almost. Go on.

-I got you. - You're the best.

Hey, a bunch of us are getting together by Sam's tonight.

If you wanna come by, hit me up.

Uh, I'm pretty beat.

Think I'm just gonna lock up and stay home and call it a night.

Right.

So, next time.

Next time.

All right, later, Ben.

Uh, hey, you need a ride to your car?

Nah. I'm good.

- - Okay, you guys can go.

Mr. and Mrs. Pateras?

Ah, Mr. Shaw. Thank you so much for coming.

I came as quickly as I could. Uh, there someplace else you wanna talk?

No, here is fine. Everyone knows what's happening with Ben.

So he's been gone since last night.

-He never came home after his shift. -Twelve hours.

Yeah. We've been trying his cell all night, his friends.

No one has heard anything from him.

Now, we know he's 18,

but it's not like him to disappear like this,

you know, without a call or something.

-You contacted the police? - Of course.

They said unless there's signs of foul play,

it could be a voluntary disappearance.

Are there any circumstances in your son's life I should know about?

Anything in particular?

Ben never deposited the cash into the bank last night.

How much cash we talking about?

Would've been a few thousand dollars.

Is there a chance he was robbed?

Yes, it's very possible.

There have been a lot of muggings in the area recently.

I see.

I hate to ask, um...

Any possibility, maybe...

maybe your son took the money?

There have been changes in Ben's behavior.

Okay. Like what?

He's 18. He's restless. He's trying to figure his life out.

That's not a crime.

It's why we called you, Mr. Shaw. We're at a loss.

We're not rich, but we pulled together $10,000 for the reward.

Now, if Ben is hurt or... or even in trouble,

we-we just need to find him.

Yeah, I'm gonna do everything I can.

It's over here.

-Okay, which one is Ben's? -Uh, 25.

So, he doesn't keep all of his stuff in the back office?

No, he wants his locker by the other employees.

-Got it. May I? -No, please.

You mentioned earlier something about Ben's behavior.

Is there anything in specific you might share with me that

might help us understand why he disappeared?

He's been coming home from work, not talking,

just going to his room for hours.

Any idea what he's doing?

He says he's online.

I try to talk to him about it, but he gets angry, so I don't push.

Hmm.

My wife, she doesn't want to hear this,

but I don't think Ben wants anything to do with this place.

He comes because we ask him to,

but maybe he wants to do something else with his life.

He wants to help people.

-How so? -Activism, maybe?

He's been vocal about the, uh, problems in the world,

fighting injustice, that kind of thing.

-That's good, right? -I think so.

But my wife, she thinks it's just a phase.

She, uh, wants to keep him close.

Something in here.

What?

Spent cartridge from a Taser.

I didn't... didn't even know he had one.

Depositing large sums of money at the end of the night.

-Maybe he felt like he needed protection? -Maybe.

When he leaves here, wh-where does he go? Wh-What's that look like?

He locks up and then he takes the trash out to the back to the bin.

-Okay. Can you show me? Great. -Yeah, th-this way.

The trash is this way.

Ben have a normal route that he takes?

Most everybody uses the alley before cutting up to the street

where it's better lit, you know, for safety.

Yeah, that way.

What about that camera? That record last night?

Antonia's been hammering me for a month to fix it, but it got away.

Something here. This is...

This is Ben's phone.

All right, so either he ditched that thing on purpose

'cause he didn't wanna be tracked,

or something happened to him, made him drop it.

Your kitchen's not open yet today, right?

No, not till 11:00.

The woman down there is eating Stepho's.

Sometimes Ben gives food away we don't sell on his way home.

Excuse me. Miss. Hi.

Young man give you that bag of food last night?

Yeah. Yeah, left it by the door like he always does.

You see where he went?

I don't want any trouble.

Oh, no, I don't want any trouble either. No, no, no trouble at all. Uh...

I-I just wanna know if you saw anything. That's all. He's... He's gone missing.

Uh...

We just want to know if he's okay.

A car drove up.

Big guy got out.

Dark skin, leather jacket.

Um... They were fighting, sounded like.

That guy take Ben?

Yeah. Put him in the car, drove off.

Anything else you can tell me about the car?

Um... Coupe de Ville, maybe.

Oh, God.

-What? You know who owns it? -Yeah.

Ellis Brawner. He used to work at the restaurant.

Okay. Here you go. Hey, take this. Stay warm, okay?

Come on.

Ran that name you wanted. Ellis Brawner?

And we got theft, assault, minor drug charge.

Why do you think he came for Ben?

Ben's father fired him for stealing about a month ago.

Maybe he didn't go quietly.

Wait, you think he took Ben to get back at his folks?

Anything's possible. Any other connection between the two?

Mm-hmm.

Got a number of calls going back and forth between them last night.

I don't know. Maybe Ellis was threatening him?

Hmm. Maybe. Where am I gonna find this guy?

Found his apartment. Sending it to you now.

- -Thanks, Randy.

Hey, is Colter all right?

Yeah, we might have something on this missing 18-year-old kid.

Good. Well, I am just about to walk into a meeting,

so if you guys need a hand with anything, let me know.

You going to a meeting with bubbly?

I don't wanna jinx it, but it could be good for us.

Ooh. Goody-goody. Sending you all the good vibes.

Well, I will take them.

Maxine, all I have is this swill lying around, so there's no promises.

Well, we'd better make sure it's swill.

We better. And my assistant is ordering us some food in.

Great.

So, I heard about your work in Houston

from a friend of mine down there.

The private jet broker case and that little domestic issue.

Yeah. That got kinda messy, didn't it?

But we cleaned up pretty nicely.

Minimal leaks, or so I thought.

Oh. That's all I heard.

Grant Hardwick told me when I called around about you.

Don't worry, that's the only tea he spilled.

He did say you were a killer, though.

I like that you did your homework on me.

Not homework. It's the job.

Hmm.

Horrible.

A gift from one of my more difficult clients.

Well, bastards always give as good as they take, right?

-I mean, every time. -Mm-hmm.

So... ...tell me, how can I be of help?

Help's not really the right word.

So, our firm has taken on a case against a real estate development giant.

Class action, lotta layers, lotta billable hours.

This case requires more man power than we can muster internally,

so I pitched my partners on looking to co-counsel outside the firm.

Find a few... ...snipers, such as yourself, and let 'em loose.

With the full guidance and protection of the firm, of course.

It's just, in a case this size,

it's, you know, those little things that can kill you at trial.

Yeah, little things.

What I just heard was "grunt work."

I was gonna say shoe-leather, but...

Oh.

Look, I think if this ends up being a match,

it could be very, very worth your while.

In return, we are in a position to flow very promising clients your way.

We think this could be a mutually beneficial situation.

If it's something you're up for, that is.

Okay, I will do my research,

make sure that I can deliver on what you're asking.

You know, devil's in the details.

-Always. -Mm-hmm.

Send me the files. I'll have a look.

NDA first. Then the files.

Of course.

Well, we need to talk.

You all right? You okay?

Hey, stop!