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We're going to set up surveillance...

and if the kidnapper strikes...

this time we will be ready.

Now, the Wilson sisters will be flying

into JFK this morning.

So who's going to pick them up?

Obviously, everyone has read

the profile on the girls.

Still, somebody's got to do it.

l don't think this is a good idea.

l don't care. We deserve to be on this case

just as much as Gomez and Harper.

l know, but we don't want

to interrupt the man in a briefing.

Well, somebody got to stand up to him.

-Chief.

-What?

-Marcus has something he want to tell you.

-What?

Chief, we just want to know

if we could get on the case.

You're on.

The boys over at lntel seem to think

that the kidnapper's a guy...

named Ted Burton.

lt says Burton was a partner of Wilson's...

and some other associates

in some business venture that failed.

Says he spent time in the Federal pen

and lost his fortune.

Guy's been MlA since his release and those

dates coincide with the first kidnappings.

-What do you think?

-l think this babysitting gig sucks.

Dude, relax.

Look, man.

All we got to do is pick these chicks up...

drop their ass off in the Hamptons,

then we back in the Chief's good graces.

l didn't join the FBl to become a nanny.

l want to be on the street

where the action is.

Okay, Blackie Chan, and you'll get there.

Can we just do this first, please?

-All right.

-You didn't put dairy in this, did you?

-No.

-Because you know l'm lactose intolerant.

Last time, l barely made it to the bathroom.

Why would l want to disturb your stomach?

There goes your girls.

Come on, man. Let's do this.

-Hi, l'm Kevin Copeland. This is--

-We already gave to the United Negro Fund.

-Wait. Hold on.

-Excuse us.

We're actually here

to escort you ladies to the Hamptons.

The bags are on the plane.

Take Baby and clean out his bag.

He didn't have his colonic

and he like pooped everywhere.

-What's this?

-Baby got to ride in the car seat.

Where the hell am l supposed to sit?

This ain't right.

Man, you guys sure got a lot of bags

for a weekend.

-This isn't a weekend.

-lt's the weekend.

Labor Day in the Hamptons.

The last weekend of the social season.

Only the hottest people

are going to be there.

And only the hottest of the hottest

are going to make it onto the cover...

of Hamptons Magazine. And this is our year.

Open the window.

Baby likes a little fresh breeze.

l just hope the Vandergeld sisters'

private jet crashes on the way there.

-Oh, my God, Brittany!

-You were thinking it!

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