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Mmm.

Where are you sneaking off to?

Hmm, well, I work
at this place.

It's called the FBI.

I'm a special agent.

And your name is

Elena Delgado?

That would have been bad.

What is this?

Ah. It's a present.

For me?
No, no, no.

It's for my other girlfriend.

This is beautiful.

I know.

I have great taste.

What's it for?

You don't know?

Tell me.

I'm not telling you.
You know what?

I can make you talk.

I've done it plenty of times
before. Come here.

Okay. Dime, dime,
dime, dime.

For the record, moaning
doesn't constitute talking.

Okay. I got
to go to work.

America needs me.

No, I need you.
Come here. Come on.

Stay with me.

(crickets chirping,
heart beating)

Hey, what do you want me
to do, drive over them?

Chris.

Oh.

Vince, hey.

What's up, man? How long
has it been, senior year?

I think so.
How you been?

Can't complain.
How about you?

I'm doing okay.
Hey, we're
heading out there

to shoot some hoops.
We can use somebody

who could hit
from the outside.

You want to run?

I'd love to, but, uh,
the legs don't work.

Oh, I know, man. It's, like,
what happened to my vertical?

But don't sweat it.
It's a friendly game.

No, seriously.

They don't work at all.

Oh.

Man, I'm sorry.

What happened?

Life.

Go ahead, Chris.

All right. Take it easy.

VIVIAN:
Our missing person
is Chris Howe,

26, T-4 paraplegic.

Got hit by a truck
two years ago.

His brother said
that he left home

this morning in his van
and never came back.

Only this morning?

Isn't that a
bit premature?

Could just be out
running errands.

That would
be difficult.

NYPD just pulled this out
of a Dumpster in Queens.

The serial number on it
matches Chris's wheelchair.

Well, he's not getting far
without that.

You know, if his van's missing,

we could be looking
at a carjacking.

There could be
a better reason.

He was suing the company
of the truck that hit him

for $5 million.

Well, that's five million
better reasons.

They found his wheelchair
in Queens?

Yeah.

Um, any idea
why he'd be in that area?

No.

I don't know what
he'd be doing there.

Spends most of his time
in his room on his laptop.

I'm gonna need to look at that
laptop, see what he has on it.

What can you tell us
about the accident?

Well, he was training
for the Police Academy.

Did that ride every night
without a problem.

Truck driver said
he couldn't stop in time.

How could he?

The company hadn't serviced
those brakes in two years.

JACK:
Had, uh...

Had Chris ever made contact
with the truck driver?

MAN:
His lawyer
said not to,

but he never blamed
the driver.

He was suing the trucking
company for negligence.

WOMAN:
And their insurance people
have been doing everything

they can to get Chris
to drop the suit.

Like what?

MAN:
They had someone--

we think it was
a private eye--

following Chris around.

Everywhere he went--

this guy was there.

So, this time,

he follows me all the way
into the market, right?

Like he's gonna
catch me standing up

reaching for some
boxes of oatmeal.

You sure it was
the same guy?

Well, unless they
shaved a monkey

and taught him how to drive,
it was the same guy.

It has been two years.

Do they really think
I'm faking this, hmm?

Do they really think
I'd sit in this chair

for two years
for some money?

What did your lawyer say?

Insurance companies use
these guys to harass people

into dropping
their lawsuits.

Okay.

You know what
we're going to do?

Put this on.

Put the hood up,

get in the chair,
and then wheel out

into the driveway,
and the moment

you see Monkeyboy
looking at you,

you jump out
of the chair

and then rush into the house.

No, no, no.
Cartwheel into the house.

Look, you can't let them
get to you.

I can't help it.

I'm just so tired
of all of this.

Hey, come on, man.

The only way to win

is to outlast
the bastards.

Why won't they do
the right thing and pay me?

Then last week,
Chris comes out of Kings Plaza,

and his tires are slashed.

Any idea why the escalation?

Oh, we think it was
because a trial date

had just been set
for the lawsuit.

All right, can you describe
the man who was in the car?

No, it had tinted windows,
so I never saw him.

But I took down the
license plate number.

That's great.

So, the insurance company
officially denies

hiring anyone to harass
or intimidate Chris.

Well, of course,
you have to believe them.

They're the insurance company.

Yeah, right.

Hopefully, you're doing better.

Well, I can see why
they'd go after this guy.

Jury would love him.

He's an athlete;
he's a week away

from joining the Police Academy;
he's a slam-dunk.

Okay, listen to this.

Tech says the hard drive

on Chris's computer
had been wiped clean,

and they can't figure out
who did it.

Any idea what was on it?

Yeah, all of the files
from Chris's lawsuit.

SAMANTHA:
All right,
so, the car

that was following Chris
is owned

by the Platinum Leasing Company.

And they'll be happy to tell us
who leased the car

as soon
as we give them a subpoena.

Oh.

Want me to start
the paperwork?
No, I got it.

That's pretty.

What, this?

SAM:
Mm.

Oh, thank you.

I just...

I thought I'd treat myself.
Why not, right?

MARTIN:
Why not?

According
to Chris's credit card records,

he was a regular here.

Was he a big drinker?

Not really.

Chris would come in, he would
pay me a couple extra bucks.

I would take his chair,
put it in the back

where nobody knew.

Then he would
sit by the bar

and flirt with the girls.

Flirt with girls.
He'd pick up girls?

I mean, how did that work?

It wasn't about
hooking up for Chris.

It was about being treated
like a man.

He hated sympathy.

Now, he was involved
in a massive lawsuit.

Did you ever see anyone
giving him a hard time?

There was this guy.

I assumed that Chris flirted
with the wrong girl that day.

This one's on me.

You must be a regular.

Is that code for alcoholic?

:
No.

I like neighborhood bars.

They're full of interesting
characters and tragic tales.

Excuse me, sweetie.

What are you drinking?

Looks better than my beer.

WOMAN:
Come on.

Ask me a question.

So, um, why did
you move east?

Work, but I love the seasons.

Oh, me, too.

There's nothing better
than watching the leaves change.

You and me should take a ride up
and check them out.

Hey, why don't you go

be mentally challenged
someplace else?

Why don't you make me, princess?

Come on, man. Get up!

Hey, stop!

Then why don't you get up?

Something wrong with your legs?

BARTENDER:
Hey!

He can't walk, jerk.

Never saw the guy before.

By the time the cops
showed up, he was long gone.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Okay. So this guy goes

to the only person
in the bar who can't walk

and asks him if there's
something wrong with his legs.

Then assaults him.

Sounds like Chris
wasn't getting the message,

so they turned up the volume.

All right, how
about you explain

why a car leased to you was
following this guy around?

Never saw him before.

Oh, I'm sorry. I must
have missed the part

where he actually
looks at the picture.

Mm-hmm.

I have exceptional
peripheral vision.

I'm sure that comes in very
handy in your line of work.

Private investigation

does have its challenges.

What, like leg-breaking
for the insurance companies?

Harassing this guy
wasn't getting anywhere,

so, um, you hired

Mr. No-Neck here
to kick his ass.

Let me tell you
something:

we're going to pick up
this gorilla, and when we do,

he's going
to rat you out.

Can I ask you
a question?

Do you get a discount
for killing a guy
in a wheelchair?

That's insulting.

No, you know
what's insulting?

What's insulting
is that you think

that we're as stupid as you are.

We can link you
to that car.

And I can have your license
yanked.

If I were to send somebody
to talk to this kid,

it would have been superfluous.

That is a very big word
for a guy like you.

What I'm saying is,
if this kid is in trouble,

he brought it on himself.

He was into some sick stuff.

Get off my property!

I was going to be polite
and introduce myself,

but whatever.

I'm here to tell you
it'd be in your best interest

to drop the lawsuit.
Yeah?

Do me a favor.

Lift me up
so you can kiss my ass.

I have to hand it to you.

Getting this stuff off
your computer was tough.

But like my guy says,

where there's Wi-Fi,
there's a way.

You hacked my computer?

Something
called an ARP

request reinjection attack.

Cost a bundle,
but it was worth it.

You're a sick puppy.

Drop the suit

and nobody else
has to know how sick.

You're wasting your time.

What's wrong with you?

You want your family to know
what you really are?

You want to know
what I really am, huh?

I'm the guy

who's going to spend the rest
of his life in this, okay?

So the next time you want
to give me something,

you better give me a check.

So what was

in the envelope?

Stuff I got off his computer.

Pictures.

Online sex chats
with a teenage girl.

It made me nauseous.

Wow, well, you're nothing
if not sensitive.

We're going to need
those files.

That material's privileged.

I'll have to talk
to my clients first.

Sit down.

SAMANTHA:
I'll tell you
what though.

Your lawyer can bring
those files in for us.

Now why would I need a lawyer?

Because you just admitted
to extortion, genius.

I would have thought

with your extraordinary
peripheral vision,

you would have seen
that one coming.

Yeah, but there's nothing

in Chris's profile
that would lead you to believe

he'd be into this kind of crap.
I don't get it.

Here's what I think.

After the accident,

he's spending a lot
of time online.

Now he's stuck
in that wheelchair,

but nobody else
could see him,

Right.
so he can be
whoever he wants.

Now he starts to chat
with this girl, KitKat...

Yeah, who's 14.

Yeah, but I don't think
he knew that at first.

So they're chatting;
they have this relationship,

and, well, you know,
things go too far.

That's an understatement.

Did you look at the transcripts
from their chat? It was creepy.

I never said
he doesn't have issues.

What about the driver,
Ray Bennett?

He hasn't been able
to keep a steady job

ever since he got fired
for hitting Chris.

Does he have an alibi?

He says he was at work.

His boss confirms it.

Okay.

Take a look at these.

Once Lucy knew what
she was looking for,

she was able
to recover chats

from Chris's hard drive,
all of them

to the same girl, "KitKat14."

Do we have any idea who she is?

No. But in one
of the chats

she gave Chris a local address

where they're supposed
to meet today.

I'll take the back.

Okay.

KitKat?

Hi.

Uh, I thought
you were coming in after work.

Come on in.

Did you have any trouble
finding the place?

No.

Why don't you
have a seat.

I'm going
to get changed.

Okay.

Hey, KitKat.

FBI.

Anton, the feds are here!

What do you want?

Uh, KitKat,

would you mind letting
Agent Johnson in the back door?

Chris wasn't a pedophile.

He worked for Twisted Vengeance
trying to catch them.

And what exactly is
Twisted Vengeance?

An organization I created
three years ago

to go after online predators.

And what did Chris do for you?

Well, we hang out in chat rooms,
posing as teenage girls,

and we wait
to be contacted

by sex offenders looking
for underage victims.

So, all that data we collected
from Chris's computer,

that was him
pretending to be KitKat14?

Yes. Yeah, he's one
of my best operatives.

And, uh, how did he come
to work for you?

Well, he saw our web site
online, gave me a call.

He said if he couldn't be a cop,
he could still

put some of these guys
in prison.

Do you need some help with that?

No, no, no, you talking to me
is plenty help.

So, let me get
this straight.

When one of these perverts
would contact you

to have sex
with an underage girl,

you would set up a sting?

Yeah. Yeah,
Chris videotaped

while Lisa or KitKat

posed as a teenager;
then I told

the scumbags we'd be posting
all the information online,

ruining their lives.

Was there
any police involvement?

We send local law enforcement
all of the information

Mm-hmm.
when the sting is finished.

Well, it's a good thing
that you have all these cameras.

Because you're going
to need the footage

as evidence when
one of those perverts

comes in here and kills you.

Okay, if you guys did your job,
we wouldn't have to.

Look, without people
like me,

these animals
would be everywhere.

You know, I'm,

uh, really sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt
your feelings.

Um, what I meant to say
was that a plan this stupid...

...must have gone wrong
once or twice.

When was the last time?

We handled everything
that came our way.

But a couple
of days ago

things did get a little
out of hand.

I poured you some lemonade.

Um, have a seat.

I'm just going to get
out of these clothes.

What's going on, Barry?

Uh, I think
I'm in the wrong house.

Really? Um,

aren't you here
to see KitKat?

You're a little bit early.

But then you probably couldn't
wait to violate a child.

Just pretend I'm not here.

Hey...

Look, this was a mistake.

It doesn't sound
like a mistake.

I mean, when she
asks if you care

she's a virgin, you write:

"Once I do you,

"you'll be begging
for it

like a dog."

Hey, don't put this
all on me.

It sounded like
she was

into it, too!
Barry, I'm going to make sure

everybody you've ever met

reads these chats
and sees that video.

Okay, your life
is over, Barry.

How does that feel?

Give me the camera.

Come and get it.

I don't want to hurt you,

but I will if I have to.
I was thinking
the same thing.

Then the guy just took off.

Well, did Chris say why
he was carrying a gun?

Mmm, he got beaten up
by some guy in a bar.

And he said he never wanted
to feel that powerless again.

Uh-huh.

Well, we're going to need to see
all of the video from that day.

I can't.

Um, the day after Chris pulled
the gun, somebody broke in.

I told Anton we needed locks

on these windows.

And the tape
with yesterday's stings is gone.

Damn it!

This is getting
out of hand.

Yeah, well, don't worry,

'cause I'm gonna take care
of these guys.

No, this is not what I signed up
for, okay?

That gun business really
freaked me out, Chris.

It's all getting way
too intense: the chats,

what those sickos
write back to me.

It's like I'm getting
infected by it.

Well, then maybe it's time
for you to stop, okay?

And what about you?
You should get out

before it totally pollutes
your soul.

Yeah, well...

If you're gonna pull that
"I'm broken" stuff on me again,

I don't want to hear it.

I belong here.

Why?

What did you do to deserve this?

I got to go.

Well, Chris was sure
that Barry stole the tapes

because he was
the last person here.

And he said he was going
to make him pay.

Well, did you get a
look at Barry's car

or his license plate?

No, but he had

to have been a local
because it only took him

half an hour to get here
after I talked to him.

Well, did Chris know
where Barry lives?

He and Anton had a lot
of information

on these guys.

And if he didn't know,
he could figure it out.

Hmm.

For me?

No, for my other
boyfriend.
Yeah? Am I cuter

than your other
boyfriend?
Yeah, come on. Open it.

Did you just
get me this

because I got you something
this morning?

Of course not.

To celebrate our special day.

Yeah?
Yeah.

What's our special day?

Okay, if you know what it is,
why do I have to tell you?

Because you don't know
what it is. That's why

I have to tell you.
No, you don't.
I do. Yes...

I have to get back
to work.

Here's your coffee.

Be careful.
It's really hot.

Thanks.

Still no hits on Barry?

There's a lot
of sex offenders

in that area.

There's a lot of
them everywhere.
I know.

Makes you want
to lock your kids up.

Or take a more proactive
approach, like this guy Chris.

Yeah, but it's not
the best approach.

I mean, the gun gave him
a false sense of security.

The guy was taken
by surprise.

If Chris goes after him again,

odds are he'll be ready.

Okay.

Ah!

Barry, meet Harry.

Hey, I just got the key
from the manager's office.

He's in 109.

Wait, Barry's Harry?
Yes, he is.

Obviously, this guy
didn't take Aliases 101.

Eh, we're not dealing
with the sharpest pedophile
in the drawer.

It's been a month since
he was released from Elmira

for molesting
his stepdaughter.
Hmm.

A whole month.

That's what I call
rehabilitation.

It's stuck.

You want to give it a go?

I think it's
your turn.
No, you get

this one.
No, you got honors.

I'm wearing new shoes, man.

Just... come on.

"New shoes."

FBI!

We got a shot
to the head.

Well, you don't need legs
to pull a trigger.

MARTIN:
We need to canvass
the neighborhood.

Our guy was either
in a wheelchair

or driving
a handicap-equipped van.

Somebody had
to notice him.

All right, thanks.

Okay, the, uh, shell casing
is from a .380,

the same caliber of gun
that Chris registered.

I'm gonna have ERT
run the prints

off these
root beer bottles.

They were half full,

which makes me think
this guy was not alone.

Hmm... you know, I'm not so sure

that the second set of prints
are gonna come back to Chris.

Why would he hang out and have
a root beer with this scumbag?

Well, whenever
I shoot a perv,

I always invite him over
for pizza first.

I thought you might
like a root beer, Wallace.

You know what I find
strange, Agent Delgado?

What's that, Agent Malone?

I find it strange that
Wallace has been in our care

for what, uh,
20 minutes now,

and not once has
he asked us why.

Why have you...

Uh-uh-uh.

It's not gonna
be believable now.

ELENA:
We found your prints
at the scene

of the homicide of one
of your known associates.

You remember
Harry, right?

You were cellmates

in Elmira.
I didn't kill Harry.

Oh, I never said you did.

JACK:
Did you kill Chris

after he killed Harry?

Chris who?

This is Chris, okay?

I would never hurt a guy
in a wheelchair.

Who said anything
about a wheelchair?
Not me.

ELENA:
Not me.

JACK:
You know, it's a
very special talent

that you have,
Wallace,

to be able to identify someone

who is in a
wheelchair

just from looking
at a photo of their head.

ELENA:
We can prove you
were associating

with a known sex offender, um,

which is a clear violation
of your parole.

JACK:
Which means you're
gonna go back

to prison for five years.

If I cooperate,

can we be flexible
about talking to my PO?

Okay, why don't you
start cooperating,

and we'll think about
how flexible we can be.

I called Harry yesterday.

He sounded really jumpy
on the phone,

so I went by to see what was up.

You shouldn't have come here.

The cops could be on their way.

If they knew
who you were,

they'd already be here by now.

I can't believe I walked
into a sting.

Maybe it's just your PO.

Uh-uh.

Bullets go through doors, Harry.

Back up.

How did you find me?

I followed the slime trail.

Give me the tape you stole.

I don't have it.

Give me the tape!

Please...

please don't give this
to the cops.

I can't go back to prison.

Shut up and get
on your knees.

I swear to God.

I won't do anything
like this again.

The chats were a slip.

I got depressed,

and I started drinking.

No, no, don't stop talking.

You were in the middle
of your excuse.

I'm just trying to explain.

Yeah, that it's not
your fault, right?

You're not some monster

who destroys people's lives;
you're a victim.

I am.
Yeah.

And sexually assaulting
your ten-year-old stepdaughter,

that wasn't your fault,
either, was it?

No, she was flirting
with you, wasn't she?

That's what you said
in court, right?

Right?!

It just happened.

It happened, Harry,
because you made it happen!

The damage you did
you did to yourself,

so the next time
you want to punish someone

for your wasted life,
you look in the mirror!

I'm sorry.

:
Oh, God.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I can't go back to prison!

I hid in the closet
until I was sure

that the guy
was gone.

That was mighty,
mighty courageous of you.

Well, that's
all I got.

So what do you think?
I think,

Wallace, that you need
to find another line of work.

You're just way too stupid
to be a criminal.

Yes, thank you
very much.

Okay, the ME confirms a suicide.

There was gunshot residue
on the hands

and at the point of impact.

The question is:
where do you go

after you see a guy
kill himself?

I'd go to a shrink.

Delgado.

You know, Viv,
I was thinking,

if there's other pedophiles
on that tape

that Chris took, he could
just be going down the list.

Only, after this,
I think he's probably taking

a long, hard look
at what he's been doing.

ELENA:
Okay, thank you.
Okay, so

we canvassed the pay phones
near the motel.

Chris used a phone card to make
a call the night of the suicide.

Why didn't you tell us
that Chris called here?

It didn't seem important.
Excuse me, Gary.

Your brother telling you
he just witnessed

a suicide
didn't seem important?

What suicide?

VIVIAN:
Was Chris
afraid that he

was gonna get blamed
for murder?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I don't know where Chris is,

and he didn't
say anything

about somebody dying.

He just was... really upset.

Said he had to talk to me.

What happened?

I'm dropping the lawsuit.

What?

No, come on. We're so close.

Don't let these guys

scare you off.

That's not why I'm doing it.

Then, why?

Because the accident
was my fault.

What?

The driver couldn't stop
because he never saw me coming.

I don't understand.

Remember what I was like
back then, huh?

Thought I was Superman.

Thought I could
do anything.

Well, I was flying
down that street

when all of a sudden
my light went out.

I should have stopped,
but I didn't.

Then, three days later
I wake up in the hospital,

and they're telling me,
"You're never gonna walk again.

"But don't worry.
It's not your fault.

There's nothing
you could have done."

And I let myself believe that

because I couldn't
face the truth.

He still hit you.

It was my fault.

Okay?

And all that anger
that I had at myself,

I was taking that out
on other people.

The harder
I was pushing it away,

the harder it was coming back.

I can't make people pay
for what I've done anymore.

You don't have
to drop the lawsuit.

Insurance companies

have deep pockets.

Look, I know you need the money,
and I swear to God,

I will figure out a way
to pay you back.

But this lie
has done

too much damage.

It's time I try to fix it.

I asked him to sleep on it,
and he said he would.

The next morning, when I went
to check on him, he was gone.

Chris dropping
the lawsuit

would cost you
a lot of money.

Things are tight, yeah.

DANNY:
I'd say more
than tight.

Gary, we know you had
to take a second mortgage

on this place
to help pay for things

like Chris's van
and everything else.

A lot of people
would be

really angry
if they were put in that debt.

What are you saying?

That I did something
to my brother?

No, we're saying
being handicapped

is expensive.

I would never hurt Chris.

I was afraid the insurance
company might hear about it,

and I kept hoping
he'd change his mind.

So, you're right.

It was all
about the stupid money.

None of the principals
from either side

of the lawsuit
ever heard from Chris.

Well, maybe he was abducted

before he had a chance
to get around to it.
Maybe.

When he told his brother
he had done too much damage,

what do you think
he was talking about?

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and say

that he wasn't going around
apologizing to pedophiles.

MARTIN:
Hey, guys, the, uh,

wheelchair lift
from the van

just turned up
at a chop shop.

Take a look
at the guy

who was trying to sell it:

Ray Bennett,
the truck driver that hit Chris.

Okay, but we confirmed

he was working
when Chris went missing.

Chris could have gone to him.

JACK:
There's a lot
of places

in a salvage yard
where you can bury a body.
Mm-hmm.

And Bennett had plenty of motive
to go after our guy.

Within a year of the accident,

he declared bankruptcy
and went through a divorce.

Well, if Chris wanted
to make amends,

that would be a good place
to start.

He probably should
have sent a card.

DANNY:
Ray, that is Chris's van.

RAY:
Man, I ain't got nothing
to say to you, man.

Okay, so his van
and his gun just walked

onto this yard
all by themselves.

Is that
what happened, Ray?

I never wanted to have anything
to do with this kid.

He's caused me
enough problems

in my life already.

Tell me what happened.

Look, I never touched the kid.

Well, if you didn't touch him,
then you shouldn't

have a problem talking
to me about him, right?

Talk, Ray.

Look, my entire last year
has been a total nightmare,

and then this
kid shows up

out of nowhere.

Ray!

It's Chris.

I know who you are.

I just want to talk
for a minute.

The lawyers said don't
say nothing to you, man.
I came here

to apologize.

For what?

For not having the guts
to tell you the truth.

The accident
wasn't your fault, Ray.

Then... whose fault was it?

It was mine.

My light was dead.

So... what the hell
do you want?

Nothing.

I just... I wanted to come here
to say I was sorry.

Sorry?!

Man, because of you,
I lost my job.

Nobody would give me
no insurance!

Nobody would hire me

to drive!

They threw me

and my children out of our home.

Ray, if I could take it back,
I would.
You can't
take it back,

man.

Do you have any idea
what it feels like

knowing it's your fault

that somebody won't be able
to walk ever again?

Yeah, I do.

I know it's not enough.

Okay, so,
so he just came here

and gave you his van?

See, I knew you wasn't
going to believe me.

That's why I didn't
tell you I saw him.

Le-Let's assume
that I believe you.

Okay,

where did he go
after he gave you the van?

He went across the street
for a while,

and some guy drove up...

Mm-hmm.
...the kid got in the car
and they left.

Okay, what did
the driver look like?

Dark hair.

Uh-huh.
Blue jacket.

And how about the car?

Uh... one of those
late-model Sables.

It was silver.

Silver Sable.

I believe you, Ray.

Any luck finding that car?

I just started,

but the salvage yard was
in the middle of nowhere,

so I'm thinking
that Chris must know

whoever picked him up.

It wasn't the brother.

Try Bill Kowalski.

Who's Bill Kowalski?

That's Anton Baker.

He changed his name after
he set up Twisted Vengeance.

Maybe he didn't change
the registration on his car.

Here we go.

2005 silver Sable.

Hmm.

MARTIN:
FBI.

FBI.

Yeah.

Chris?

Yeah.

Anybody else

down here with you?

No.

We got two down.

Get the paramedics.

Chris, don't move.

I'll be with you
in a second, okay?

He's dead, isn't he?

Hold on a second;
let me give you

a hand.
Here.

I got you.

There you go.

You okay?

:
He just wouldn't stop.

After the guy shot himself,

did, did anybody see
you leave the room?

No.
And you
didn't tell

your brother?
No.

Okay, what about the driver?

I told you I didn't tell anyone.

Anton, I'm done.

I can't do this anymore.

You're going to
be fine, okay?

You just need to take
a couple of days.

Listen to me.
I wiped my hard drive clean.

All my files are gone.
I am telling you

I can't do this anymore.

Hey.

We have to go to the police.

What are you talking about?

I have to tell them
what happened.

No, you can't.

Okay?

They've been waiting
for an excuse

to shut us down.

This is all they'll need.

And I will tell them
you had nothing to do with it.

All of this because
one scumbag shot himself?

If this were me,
I'd be celebrating.

I'd take a picture and put
it on my Christmas cards.

You do this to punish the guys
for what they've done.

I was doing it to punish them
for what I did.

That's over.

You're not
thinking clearly.

Let go of me.
When we catch
one of these guys,

how many kids do
you think we save?

Anton, I'm going.
Five, ten, 20?

Let go!
If they shut
us down,

who's going to be there
to protect them?

I'm telling you to let go!

They need someone
to protect them.
I'm going!

Okay, no, no, no.

Off, stop!
Listen.

Say you're not going
to the police.

Say it!
Stop!

Say it!

When I woke up,
he had me wrapped in plastic.

I guess Anton thought
he killed me.

Yeah, that's probably
why he ditched your chair.

I think he came back
to get rid of the body.

No.

No, come on. Come on.
Please. Come on.

No.
Chris, I can't.

They're looking
for you.

He said that now
it was kidnapping

and that he wasn't going

to go to prison where he
put all those other guys.

Please, I swear to God
I won't tell anybody, I swear.

CHRIS:
He just wouldn't stop.

And the thing is

I just wanted to start over.

He wouldn't
let me do it.

And for the life of me,

I don't understand why.

Listen.

Anton's real name
is Bill Kowalski.

He was sexually assaulted

when he was 12 during
a home invasion robbery,

and they never caught
the abuser,

so he decided
to make the rest of them pay.

And I was going to stop him
from doing that.

In his mind, yeah.

This one's dead,

and we need to get him
to the hospital right away.

Okay.

What's the big emergency?

Here.

What, you, you
don't like it?

No, I-I love it.

It's beautiful,

but you gave that
to me to celebrate

a special day that we shared,

and I-I, I've been thinking
all day.

I, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I don't deserve it.

You deserve it.

You really don't know?
No.

Okay, one year
ago today,

me, you, and Sophie
went to Central Park.

Sophie was riding
the carousel;

we were sitting on
this little bench;

and I said,
"Elena"...
Oh, my God, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, my God, yeah.

You said to me,
"Elena, I love you,"

and it was the first time.

Elena, I still love you.

Mm.

We're not supposed to do this.

We're at work.

I know we're at work.

I don't care anymore.

Okay, then, I don't care either.

Mm.

Um... am I interrupting
something?

Yes.
Yes.

Right.

Please, uh, continue.