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I'm not saying I don't appreciate what you did,
- because I do. I just wish... - No, I get it.
I went too far.
Just a little.
I was just trying to...
Give me all the things you never had.
Yeah.
Well, in retrospect, I guess having Lizzo sing
"Happy Birthday" to you was a tad much.
Well, don't get me wrong... she was great.
Yeah.
But I just don't want
everyone to think I'm a spoiled brat.
I want to accomplish things on my own.
Oh, I know you do.
So listen.
From now on, why don't we try to focus on enjoying
the simple things,
like making pizza and watching a movie?
Sounds great.
After I go for a run.
Oh, come on. You can't take the day off?
I can't. Tennis season starts soon.
And I want to be number one.
Scream again, I'll shoot you in the head.
*FBI* Season 02 Episode 16
*FBI* Episode Title: "Safe Room"
We got a call from a witness about 45 minutes ago.
He was walking his dog.
He saw a man dragging a young woman
into a car and then drive off.
Did he get a good look at the vehicle?
He said it was a small gray sedan.
That's all he remembered.
- What about the suspect? - Male.
White. Mid-40s. Had a gun in his hand.
What about the girl that was grabbed?
- What do we know about her? - Name's Chloe Ford.
Female, white, 16 years of age. Father's a billionaire.
Guessing that's the reason she got grabbed.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, we have two security cameras on top of the gate.
One on the left. One on the right.
They already told my house manager to pull the video,
so you should have access to that any minute now.
- Thank you. - Mr. Ford.
Do you have any idea who may be responsible for this?
- No, I have... I have no idea. - What about your wife?
Is she here? Maybe she...
No, she passed away three years ago.
Sorry to hear that.
Has Chloe been having any problems in school?
Maybe enemies or stalkers? Jealous ex-boyfriends?
No. And she would tell me, too.
We're close... we talk all the time about everything.
What about you, Mr. Ford?
Anything unusual going on in your life?
Have there been any recent threats,
or do you have any enemies?
Well, I buy and sell companies.
I shut down factories. I consolidate business units.
So a lot of enemies.
Yeah, but they're business enemies.
They might hope I, you know, go broke or get cancer,
but I can't imagine any of them doing something like this.
Okay. If you think of anything
that's helpful, please let us know right away.
Uh, by the way, I just talked to the Assistant Director,
and he assured me his best agents
would be on this case
and they would do everything possible
to make sure they get my daughter back.
The Assistant Director's absolutely right, sir.
All right, come on in folks.
Chloe Ford. 16 years of age.
She's been missing for 56 minutes.
Every second that passes,
the odds of finding her decreases.
Yes, yes, so, Chloe is a junior
at the Trinity School in Manhattan.
Her father, Nathan, founder of Crestford Capital
is number 230 on the Forbes 400 list.
As for the case, the victim was abducted outside the gates
of the family's country home in Bedford.
I have surveillance footage from the crime scene.
Okay, great. First eyes. Check it out.
It's not the best angle, but...
All right, all right, we have a...
What is that, gray Ford Fusion?
Want to zoom and get those plates?
Elise, you want to run those?
Registered to Abigail Porter, 32, lives in New Rochelle.
Car was reported stolen at gunpoint 90 minutes ago.
Okay, and the canvas gets some paint.
So the perp carjacks the Ford in New Rochelle,
drives to Bedford, then abducts Chloe.
You guys want to track down this Abigail Porter,
see if she has any workable details?
And what else do we know about Chloe Ford?
Ran her emails and texts. Nothing too interesting.
Lots of talk about school, tennis, boys.
Keep working. What about the father?
Nothing too intriguing there either.
Mostly business chatter. Lots of Wall Street jargon.
"Cash flow," "P/E," "EBITDA."
So the question remains... Why Chloe?
She is not the only rich kid in New York.
Is there something specific about her? Her father?
This does not seem random.
Was this a money grab,
or is there something else going on here?
You know, it might not be relevant to the case,
but the Fords have been in the news a lot lately,
and not in a good way.
- What do you mean? - Well, apparently Nathan
threw a $2 million birthday party for Chloe.
Went viral on social media.
Blogs and news outlets picked it up.
And put a target on poor Chloe's head.
Right.
I was stopped at that stop sign,
um, when this guy opened my door,
pointed a gun at me, and told me to get out.
- You get a good look at him? - Sort of.
Most of my attention was on that gun he was holding.
But he's definitely white. About 40, maybe 45.
Average height, I think. And his hair was brown.
Any scars? Tattoos?
Not that I noticed.
- He have any type of accent? - No.
He sounded normal, like he was from New York.
Weird thing is, he was nice.
Nice?
He kept saying, "I'm sorry.
"I don't have a choice.
I'm only doing this because of my daughter."
- Hey, guys. - Yeah?
I've been looking over that street pod footage
from the carjacking.
- Can you see the perp's face? - Yeah.
I got a hit on facial rec, too.
All right, all right. Eyes up.
Guy's name is Mike Helton.
He's 46 years old. Lives in Queens. No priors.
Works in and out of construction
and served seven years in the Army.
Do we have a cell phone number?
We do, but he turned it off three hours ago.
Huh.
The car looks new. Try to access its GPS system.
Yeah. Hold on.
Okay. Got something.
Looks like it's parked outside a house in Scarsdale.
Address is 321 Flag Street,
and the property owner's name
is the Henry Kirkendall Family Trust.
Who the hell is Henry Kirkendall?
The CEO of a real estate firm based in Manhattan.
- Any connection to Helton? - I'm looking.
Okay, nothing's popping up, but I'll keep digging.
All right. Call Maggie and SWAT.
Get them over to that Scarsdale address right away.
Yep.
Go, go, go.
Okay, you two are with me.
- On the vehicle. - What's your six?
Trunk.
Clear.
I'm clear. He's clear.
Go.
- On to the house. - Sure.
Huddle up. Let's go.
Hold.
Stand by.
Weapons green.
Door's open.
- Green, go, go, go. - Go!
All right, split, split.
Clear left.
B-team, top side.
Walsh, take the stairs.
Alpha team, on the stairs. On me.
Go, go, go.
- To the left. - All clear.
Scola, is there any activity upstairs?
Negative- second level's clear.
- Headed downstairs now. - Where the hell is this guy?
There's a ton of property, but it's freezing outside.
Five degrees with the wind.
All, right. We'll set up a containment.
Guys, let's rally in the entryway.
Secure in the rear.
Main floor.
Reconvene down low.
How you doing, FBI? Glad you're here.
Got here really fast, too, even faster than I thought,
which proves my point... Justice is only for the rich.
I mean, you grab a billionaire's daughter,
the cops find her in two hours and 49 minutes.
But when you grab a poor person's daughter,
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