The Perfect Family Page #3

Terry, no!

Team one, we've got

a vehicular pursuit.

Standard formation to start, but if there is

a baby on board, it changes everything.

- Sabine, you good to go?

- I'm on it.

I'm gps'ing the area now.

Okay, if they have the baby,

we're limited here.

No road spikes, no collisions,

no shooting out the tires.

Unis at the house confirm

baby has been taken.

Ed, how about a rolling roadblock?

Negative, we got a school zone coming up.

- Can you make contact?

- Copy.

Winnie, I need to know

who these folks are.

Okay. Two names. Jessie Wyeth

and Terry, no surname yet.

Wyeth's 19, biological mother.

Gave her baby up two months ago.

Possible postpartum depression,

separation anxiety, maybe psychosis.

How about the male?

Nothing yet; I'm on it.

Okay, does she have parents

of her own we can contact?

Wyeth's mother's listed as

deceased three years ago. Overdose.

No father I can find.

This girl is alone except for

that guy and this baby.

They're turning on to bayview.

What's going on?

What do you think is going on?

They're still coming.

Fine, let 'em come, give us a nice police

escort right to the lawyer's office.

What lawyer, Terry?

Terry, what lawyer?!

Krugman. We'll go see him!

No, You still owe him

for the last time, remember?!

The robbery thing.

It wasn't robbery, it was

theft under a thousand.

- Shh...

- Porter. We can see if she can help.

No, she said you couldn't

call her anymore.

You know, if we're

going to be a family,

you're going to have to have

this stuff thought out, Terry.

I'm thinking!

Don't scream.

You're scaring him.

Shh...

It's the police.

You tell them we're not getting out

of this van until we got a lawyer.

Hello?

Hi. My name is

sergeant Gregory Parker.

I'm with the police

strategic response unit.

Am I speaking with Jessie Wyeth?

Yes. I'm so sorry, you're

gonna have to speak up here.

Oh, it sounds like you've

got your hands full over there.

That's a hungry cry.

- How do you know?

- I'll never forget that sound.

Your baby wants a bottle.

- What's your baby's name?

- His name is Owen.

So what do you say, Jessie?

- Shh! It's okay, baby.

- We all stop, Get owen some formula?

Maybe you could tell us

your side of things?

No, we-we have the formula

in the diaper bag.

But Terry says we can't stop

until we have a lawyer.

Okay, I can work on that,

but it'll be a lot easier for me to do

if we aren't speeding down the highway.

Be safer too, for Owen.

Terry, I think we should stop.

What's he saying to you? Whatever

he's saying, you know he's lying.

No, he's just saying we should stop.

It'd be safe for Owen.

Yeah. And then we stop, and they get him,

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