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Your temperature's normal. Pulse is fine.

Your blood pressure is 150/95,
which is a little high.

I'd like to keep you for 24 hours...

check your urine, do some blood work,
just to be safe.

Is there something wrong with the baby?

The baby is fine.
These are just precautionary measures.

I'm sure I'm fine.
I just feel a little off, that's all.

I never should've had you working.

This has nothing to do with that,
Mr. Dobson.

She really has to stay overnight?

She doesn't have to,
but I'd rather err on the side of caution.

It's payday.
I've got to go sign everybody's checks.

I'll come right back, okay?
I'm just gonna be a couple of hours.

Go ahead. I'll be all right.

- You sure?
- She's in good hands now.

Why don't you lie back and try to relax.
Bonnie will take care of you.

- I'll come see you in a bit.
- Thank you.

- Did I tear you away from a date?
- Actually, yeah.

- You?
- Please.

- What do we have going on here?
- Kathy Dobson.

Eight-and-a-half months pregnant.
Came in today with complications.

Her husband dropped her off
for some tests.

He came back, she was gone.
Apparently nobody saw her leave.

My nurse took her blood and urine sample.

The next thing we know
no one can find her.

- How long have you been treating her?
- Since the beginning of her pregnancy.

How were things
between her and her husband?

They seemed very happy.
He's certainly attentive.

Dr. Kreitzer, are there
any security cameras in the building?

Not in the rooms of course,
but in the hallways.

Under normal circumstances this would be
distressing. But given her condition...

- I'm concerned about what could happen.
- Why?

After she left we got her tests back.
She has preeclampsia.

If she were here, I would've induced labor.

If she doesn't deliver
in the next 24 hours...

it could be fatal for her and her child.

Morning, sunshine.

Give me a break. I've been at the hospital
for the last eight hours.

Anything turn up?

Yeah. 23 nurses, 14 doctors, 12 orderlies...

and a partridge in a pear tree.
And nobody saw her leave.

It's spooky.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I don't think
you should blame yourself, Mr. Dobson.

I just put that crib together last week.

We've started painting his room.

Tell me what happened yesterday...

before you and your wife
went to the hospital.

I was sitting at the table
reading the paper.

Kathy comes over with my breakfast....

- You want something to drink?
- Coffee would be great.

- You're not eating?
- I'm not hungry.

- You all right?
- I'm just a little dizzy, that's all.

What are you talking about?
When did this start?

I'm fine. I'll be okay.

No, wait a minute. You're not feeling right.
We got to get you to the hospital.

I'm sure I'm just a little tired.

Kathy, come on. Let's get in the car now.

Okay.

Is there any chance she would've
left the hospital of her own volition?

- Why would she do that?
- She was reluctant to go in the first place.

Maybe she was feeling better, got in a cab.

No.

She doesn't like
people fussing all over her.

But she's not just gonna,
you know, with the doctor all concerned...

walk out without any answers.

Do you have any enemies
that you're aware of?

No. Not at all.

- And everything in your marriage?
- We're about to have a baby.

This is the greatest time of our life.

And everything was going all right
with your daughter's husband?

Absolutely. Paul's a great guy.
Treats her like a princess.

Mrs. Posi, you see things differently?

What? No. Paul's a terrific husband.
They're very happy together.

- You don't think Paul did something?
- I didn't say that.

That's always the way it is with the cops.

They always point the finger
at somebody in the family.

It's easier than getting out on the street
and doing some real work.

Mr. Posi, we've got five FBI agents
working round the clock...

to try and find your daughter.
So I'd can the attitude if I were you.

You're right, I'm sorry.

I'm just....

She's our baby girl.

It's our first grandson she's carrying.

My wife was nuts
about all this baby stuff, too.

A lot of bedside reading.

"Daddyhood, Prepping Papa."
This guy was really committed.

He's a real saint.
Eight-and-a-half months pregnant...

and she's waiting on him hand and foot.

She brought him breakfast.

He didn't ask her to go downstairs
and rotate the tires on his car.

He leaves the hospital.
Two hours later, she disappears.

It's convenient, that's all I'm saying.

Yeah, well, his alibi is solid.

Maybe he hired someone to lift her.
Or kill her.

Right now he's living to have that boy,
and without her he can't have him.

Maybe he found out the kid wasn't his.

There's nothing to indicate
that that is true...

but I thank you for your imagination.

That's why they pay me
the medium bucks.

So according to your theory
he could've had her taken at any time...

but waited until she had complications
to have her grabbed from the hospital?

We have a doctor, man in a wheelchair...

pregnant woman that's not her...

fat guy in a robe, nurse....

- Is it important that you narrate?
- You know, I'm sorry. I forgot.

You can't think and listen
at the same time and....

That's pretty good for someone
who can't think without speaking.

This is one big hospital.

- You'd rather be in the field, right?
- Always.

So, what's your theory, man?

It's almost impossible to snatch
a newborn from a maternity wing, right?

- So what's the next best thing?
- Of course she may have run off.

Why would a woman that's
eight-and-a-half months pregnant...

and having complications run off?

I don't know.
Maybe she's scared of something.

Of what?

I can't for the life of me
figure out what happened.

- Tell us about your sister-in-law.
- What do you mean?

It's not a very difficult question.
What's she like?

She's kind. She's a very kind person.

Smart. She's funny, you know.

A lot of people don't realize
how funny she is, but....

How did she get along
with everybody here?

Great. Everybody loves Kathy.
A lot of girls, if they're the boss' wife...

they have their noses up in the air,
you know.

But, I don't know, she works the register,
talks to all the ragmen, you know.

Treats everybody the same.

How was their relationship?

Kathy and Paul? They're happy as clams.

What about you and her?

- What do you mean?
- You get along?

Yeah, of course we do. I love her.
She's like a sister to me.

Like the sister I never had.

- So you and Kathy are best friends?
- We grew up together.

Grammar school, high school,
I was her maid of honor.

- So do you see her often?
- Well, you know, we used to.

What changed?

I guess she started drifting
when she got married.

And not just from me. From everyone.

What was that about?

At first I figured
it was that new love thing.

But it's been, like, three years,
and she seems...

Iike she just gets less and less interested
in her friends.

The other day when I saw her,
it was the first time in almost six months.

- And I had to drag her out with me.
- How did she seem?

We went shopping for baby stuff.
It was just like old times.

- How cute is this?
- Is that for you or for him?

It's for him. Everything's gonna be for him.

I think pregnancy agrees with you.

I just hope motherhood does.

What are you talking about?
You're gonna be a great mother.

I know. I just want him
to be healthy and happy.

Of course he will.

- Thank you for being such a good friend.
- Of course.

It's just hormones.

- Who's that?
- It's Paul.

Jeez, you're popular.

Paul likes to be able to get ahold of me.
Just a second.

Hello? Hi, honey.

No, everything's fine.

The way she answered, I couldn't tell
if she was embarrassed or lying.

But something about it wasn't right.

Do you think maybe it wasn't Paul
that paged her?

We went downstairs
a couple of minutes later...

and she said she was gonna catch a cab,
and I went across the street for a coffee.

And when I came out,
I saw her get into a car with another man.

What kind of car was it?

It was black. I'm not sure of the make.

- Two-door, four-door?
- Four. I think.

So how do you go about
tracking somebody down?

We run their phone records, credit cards,
coordinate with the police.

It's kind of hard to get away, huh?

In a city of 8 million people,
it's pretty easy, actually.

- Why did you say get away?
- What?

Get away. You said get away
as opposed to being taken, or....

I wasn't thinking.
It's probably what I'm just hoping.

- What kind of car do you drive?
- A'99 Maxima.

- Color?
- Red.

- You ever driven a black car?
- Yeah, in my life, of course.

- In the last couple of days.
- No.

How about your brother?

He drives a blue Mustang.
What's this about?

Is it possible that your sister-in-law
was having an affair with another man?

No, no way.

Are you suggesting
she ran off with some other guy...

two weeks before
she's having Paulie's baby?

Come on, man, that's insane.

- This stinks.
- Yeah. Just the way I like it. Thanks.

I don't know how you eat that crap
in the morning. It's gross.

Come on. Protein, carbs, dairy,
three of the four food groups.

- It's good, you want some?
- I'm fine, thanks.

Hold on.

Right here, look.

- That's her.
- I think so. Grab the picture.

Definitely her, look.

11:03. That's an hour
after her husband left her.

They're heading out.

See the way he's pressed up against her?
That could be a gun.

Nice work. I knew if I left you two alone
you'd come up with something.

But no matter what we do
we can't make out the guy.

Baseball cap, overcoat.
He does not want to be seen.

- How tall is Kathy?
- 5'3".

Okay, overcoat is probably about 5'6".
Could be a woman.

Lesbian lover?

Yeah. Maybe she's the real father.

We better re-canvass the hospital.
I'll get this to Jack.

I don't know who that could be.

- Where were you at 11:00 a.m. yesterday?
- Right here. Working the shop.

- Can these guys vouch for you?
- Ask any one of them.

I couldn't just sit around the apartment
any longer. What's going on?

This photo was taken off the hospital
security camera at 11:00 yesterday.

- You recognize the person in that photo?
- No.

I'm sure.
You think this is the guy that took her?

We have no way of knowing for sure,
but it appears to be.

Son of a bitch.

I swear to God, I get my hands on him,
I'm gonna kill him.

- Come on, man.
- What?

Do you think I give a damn?
He's got my son!

He's got my boy.

Mind if I talk to my brother for a minute?
Couple of business things to take care of.

Sure, go ahead.

Wow, well, that's refreshing.

He's got the FBI in his lap
and he still says whatever he's thinking.

Either that,
or he just can't control himself.

I'm not interested
in your pharmaceutical ethics.

I understand. But I don't think
you wanna make me come...

all the way down there
when this woman's in danger.

Right. Thank you.

- Listen to this, man.
- Yeah, what's up?

The day before she disappeared
Kathy Dobson had a prescription filled...

- at a pharmacy in Brooklyn.
- Why Brooklyn? Are you sure it was her?

Unless she's got a 5'3"
very pregnant friend who filled it for her.

- What was the prescription?
- Aldomet. It lowers blood pressure.

Why wouldn't her doctor
mention this to us?

It was written by a different doctor.
A Dr. Feldman.

- OB/GYN?
- Yes.

- Why would she have two OBs?
- That's a good question.

Thank you for coming in, Dr. Feldman.
We appreciate it.

You said it was important.

We need to ask you
a few questions about Kathy Dobson.

- Has something happened to her?
- She disappeared.

What do you mean disappeared?

She was at your office
the day before yesterday, right?

Yes. She came in
on a routine consultation.

Are you aware
that she sees another obstetrician?

Yes. She came to see me the first time
about six weeks ago.

She had some concerns
about the treatment she was getting...

and she wanted a second opinion.

Do you believe
that he wasn't giving her adequate care?

No. But she has the right
to as many opinions as she wants.

- Did you consult with Dr. Kreitzer?
- She asked me not to.

Anyway, it's my policy
to protect the privacy of my patients...

not the feelings of other doctors.

- Did she come to you by herself?
- Yes.

Have you met her husband?

No. I got the feeling that he is not
particularly interested in the process.

She told you that?

Not in so many words,
but it was the impression I got.

Thank you, Dr. Feldman.

If you hear anything else,
you'll let us know?

Of course.

- And how long have you worked here?
- Six years.

Full-time?

Okay, thanks.

What's going on, Ritchie?

It's nothing. Just a little family argument.

Your brother slaps you around
for nothing?

He was pissed off.
Stop reading into it so much.

I don't have to read into it.

Not with half your ragmen
out there whispering.

- What are you talking about?
- You banging his wife?

Are you crazy?
I would never lay a hand on her.

Maybe I should ask your brother what
he thinks about all that talk out there.

- All right. It's not what you think.
- What do I think?

Paulie asked me to follow her.
He was worried about her.

He's jealous. I told him he was crazy.

But once he gets something in his head,
that's it. You know?

So he asked me to keep tabs on her
for a little bit, which I did...

and now he blames me
for not knowing what was going on.

That's why he was so mad.

So who was in the black car
outside their apartment that day?

It was me.

He paged her and asked her
to come back to the shop.

Told me to go pick her up.

I didn't have a car,
so I used one of the customer's.

He loves her, and that's all this is about.

Yeah, he loves her like he loves you,
with a raised hand.

Where did he just tear off to?

He wanted to know all of her addresses
and everywhere she's been.

I guess he's trying to track her down
or something.

You better give me
those addresses as well.

We have to check out
everywhere the brother saw her go.

But all we have is an address?

This is some lead.

Looks like we're going door-to-door.

I should've brought my Bibles.

Yeah, I think you're
more of an insurance guy.

In the meantime, give me the names.
I'll start running them.

- You want them in alphabetical order?
-Very cute. What are they?

She was never at the salon.
It would be nice...

if the brother could give us something
more than just a list of addresses.

The brother said
he saw her come into this building.

What's your best guess?

- What's this about?
- Was she here?

I think I have a right to know
what this is about.

She's missing.
We think she might've been kidnapped.

- When?
- Yesterday morning.

She's in danger.
Every second we waste explaining...

is a second she and her baby
may not have.

She came in a couple of months ago.

She was very nervous.
Skittish, I would say.

Please, Mrs. Dobson, sit down.

It's okay.
I have to be back in a few minutes.

I have to get back before....

I wanted to ask you
a few questions about....

If I were to get divorced...

would my husband have to get
part of the custody?

In all likelihood, yes.

Even if it were before the baby was born?

Unless there were
some mitigating circumstances.

Is the baby his?

Yes.

Or if there was some kind of abuse.

- Did you file any police reports?
- No.

- Does your doctor know about this?
- No.

Is there anyone
who could testify on your behalf?

I'm afraid it's almost impossible
to prove, then...

if it's just your word against his.

He hits me.

Never in the face. He's too smart for that.

He hits me in my back and in my sides.

And once he burnt me with a cigarette.

And you never told anyone?

I have to go. Thank you for your time.

If something's happened to her...

I guarantee you
her husband had something to do with it.

If he was knocking her around,
how come nobody noticed?

Her family, friends, co-workers?

You'd be surprised the amount of effort
a woman will go to, to hide it.

But from her own parents?

It would explain
why she didn't see them that much.

Why she pulled away from her friends.

Maybe she was planning
on skipping town.

She goes to the lawyer
with that sob story...

and expects her to be her mouthpiece.

You'd have to be pretty cunning
to do that.

- I guess we better talk to the husband.
- If we can find him.

I swear to God, I've been trying him
on his cell. He's just not answering.

He's probably at one of the addresses
I gave him, trying to find Kathy.

No, how about him?

- Taylor.
- Keep an eye out for the husband.

We've got some agents
staking out the entrance...

but he might
already be inside the building.

I think I've got a lead for you.
Joan Wilson, 4D.

She's on the board of
the St. Francis Battered Women's Shelter.

Headquarters, half a mile
from Kathy's house.

All right. I'm on it.

Husband's MIA.

We've got Martin
babysitting the brother, but....

I talked to Danny at the hospital.
Joan Wilson can't talk yet.

But it had to be the husband
who got to her.

- Your instincts were good.
- Here's what I can't figure.

He's been abusing her for years.
She decides to run now...

when she's pregnant.
It doesn't make sense.

Two weeks before D-day.
Maybe she dug up the courage.

Then who's the guy in the overcoat?

- Is that Joan Wilson's rundown?
- Yeah.

- Does it say how tall she is?
- 5'7".

- That would fit the security video.
- It certainly would.

Here's something weird.

Joan Wilson,
fourth grade teacher in Brooklyn...

holds the title on a TV repair shop
in Forest Hills.

She picked it up out of foreclosure
two years ago.

TV repair shop?
That's an odd sideline for a school teacher.

Yeah.

Ms. Wilson? Hi, I'm Danny Taylor.

I'm with the FBI.

Would you mind
if I asked you a couple of questions?

I don't remember anything.

- You don't know who did this to you?
- No.

Someone knocked on my door.
I answered it.

- That's the last thing I remember.
- Was it this man?

- I don't know. I'm sorry.
- No, it's okay.

Whoever did this to you,
did they ask any questions?

Specifically about a woman?

No.

Ever seen her before?

No. Who is she?

- Can I help you?
- FBI.

- Do you mind if I check your back room?
- What's the problem?

Just looking for something.

I'm not saying a word to you.
I want a lawyer. Now.

Just take a seat here. Please.

Please don't take us back to my husband.

You have no idea what he does to us.

I understand. I really do.

And I will help you,
but I need you to help me first.

Have you seen this woman?

I know you've seen her.
You saw how pregnant she is.

She has a condition that's life-threatening
to both her and the baby...

and she doesn't even know it.
I need to find her.

She was here last night.

I was just waiting for instructions
on what to do next...

and they came in.

Just come in and sit down.

I'm sorry about this, but
we have an emergency situation, okay?

Everything's gonna be all right.
Sit tight. I'll be back in a few minutes.

Okay.

My husband.
He pages me every three minutes.

Why don't you turn it off?

I don't know.

You're here.

You started the ball rolling, right?

I was supposed to wait until after.

Then he did something?

He'd been good the past couple of months.

You did the right thing...

for both of you.

I hope so.

She didn't look real sick to me...

but she was only here
for a couple of hours.

They rushed through
giving her new paperwork...

and then she was gone again.

- Do you have any idea where she is?
- No.

With me everything's been
so well organized.

But I don't think they were ready for her.

Taylor.

- Who were you calling?
- My sister, if that's all right?

You're part of an underground railroad
that helps abused women.

What are you talking about?

You were arranging
for Kathy Dobson to leave her husband.

She called you from the hospital that day.
You picked her up.

We found the other woman and her son
at your TV shop.

Fake passports, wigs.

You guys are good.

We need to find her, Ms. Wilson.
Kathy's in danger.

Look what he did to me.
If I didn't tell him where she was...

do you really think I'm gonna tell you?

How many of these underground railroads
are there?

We don't know.
Maybe 15, 20 in the country.

So these guys forge passports...

help mothers kidnap their children
away from their fathers...

break about a dozen federal laws.
Why don't we bust them?

I remember a couple of agents
got close a few years back, down in Texas.

But when it came time to
putting the squeeze on, no one would talk.

Let me tell you,
these women in the underground...

make the CIA boys
look like a gossip convention.

Yeah. Hey.

All right, I owe you one, man. Thanks.

Dr. Feldman,
Kathy's second gynecologist...

his daughter, Tracy,
was killed five years ago.

Stabbed to death by her husband.
We need to talk to the doctor again.

You're in big trouble, Dr. Feldman.

I know you think what you're doing
is heroic, and on some level it may be.

But your overzealousness
may cost Kathy and her baby their lives.

How's that?

We know from her other doctor
that she's preeclamptic.

You think you're doing the right thing
by protecting your partners.

The secrecy of your network
has already been violated.

Now, if Kathy's husband finds her
before we do...

I don't think you want that over your head.

Look, I can't tell you where she is.
I can't do it.

Dr. Feldman,
I know about your daughter, Tracy.

I understand why you do this.

But I don't wanna
have to send you to prison.

All right, look.

What if I tell you we're not interested
in breaking up your network?

All we want to do is find Kathy Dobson
and bring her to safety.

All right. I don't know
where she is exactly.

See, there's a system,
so only two or three people know...

where a runner is at any time.

I know that she's in Staten Island,
that's all.

You've got to give me more than that.

All right.
I have one contact in Staten Island...

someone I've worked with before,
but it's just a phone number.

- I don't know if Kathy's there or not.
- You've got to call over there.

You tell them
that you have another runner.

She's in Staten Island and it's urgent.

That she needs to get to that safe house.

- I'm not sure I can do that.
- Well, you're gonna have to.

Make the call.

I'm gonna put four agents
in two cars surveilling the house.

- If anything goes down....
- No surveillance.

- Come on, Viv.
- I'm going in there out of the blue as it is.

They get a sense
that there's anyone besides me...

I'm not getting in there.
Jack, they're not violent.

These people have broken
at least a dozen federal laws.

If you get made,
you become a big obstacle to them.

We're not going in there
to bring them down, right?

We're just going in there
to find the woman.

Like I said, they've broken
at least a dozen federal laws.

No surveillance.

Two hours, that's all.
After that we're banging down the door.

All right.

Been married for six years.

First it was great,
but then two years into the marriage...

my husband lost his job
and he started drinking.

Then he started hitting me.
It's been the same ever since.

I reported him to the police,
but they did nothing.

Why now?

A couple of months ago, I was pregnant...

and he pushed me and I lost the baby.

That's when I decided
I wouldn't take anymore.

I just didn't know how to get away.

Every time I talked about leaving,
he said he'd kill me first.

You're doing the right thing.

- We can help you start a new life.
- That's what I want.

Now, here are our rules:

You cannot tell anyone ever
about anyone in the network...

not our names, not our addresses,
not what we do for a living.

Because even if you do decide
to go home...

there are other women that depend upon
the secrecy of this system.

And assuming that you have
the good sense not to go home...

you cannot call anyone.

Not parents, siblings, friends, no one.
Not ever.

- I understand.
- It's easy for you to say that now.

But you're gonna start feeling badly
about not saying goodbye.

You're gonna wanna call someone,
maybe even your husband.

Under no circumstances can you do that.
Under no circumstances.

I wouldn't do that.

Okay, let's start arranging
to get you some new identification.

Give me all your old IDs.
Driver's license, credit cards.

I didn't bring any of that stuff.
I thought that was the whole point.

Good thinking.

Fitzgerald, NYPD just called.

Kathy Dobson's mother was just seen
going up to her apartment complex.

- With a suitcase.
- Thanks.

What are you doing here, Mrs. Posi?

Kathy called you, didn't she?

Who are you?

What are you doing?

You're not scared
and you're way too curious.

Now who the hell are you?

Look, you don't tell me
what you're doing here right now...

you're gonna make me use this.

Okay. My name is Vivian Johnson.
I'm a federal agent.

I'm looking for a woman
by the name of Kathy Dobson.

Give me a break. You're a Pl.
Somebody's husband sent you.

I wanna know who.

She has a medical condition...

and if she does not go
to the hospital immediately, she may die.

You are so full of crap.

Look, we can sit here all night,
but you will tell me...

who you are and what you're doing here.

I have a number.
It is the New York office of the FBI.

Now if you don't wanna get yourself
into a world of trouble...

you'll call it and confirm my story.

Give me the number.

I don't know
how it could ever come to this.

My sweet baby.

Tell us about the phone call.

It was a couple of hours ago.
I was home with Michael.

He was in the other room
when the phone rang.

- Hello?
-Mom?

Kathy, where are you?

I can't say.
I just wanted to let you know I'm okay.

What are you talking about?
We're worried sick.

I wanted to say goodbye. I'm leaving.

Leaving? Where are you going?

I have to go away.

Why? What's happened?

It's Paul, Mom. You know why.

There are people.

They can help me get set up again.
Start a new life.

I may not see you again.

Not for a long time. Maybe not ever.

It's okay, don't worry.

It's gonna be better for me. Different.

Do you have money? Clothes?

Please let me bring you something.

Mom, I can't.

Tell me where you are.
I'll wait outside. You can come out.

I just wanna see you.

She told me to meet her at 7:00.
She's waiting for me right now.

You knew he was hitting her, didn't you?

- No, I didn't.
- Then why would you let her go so easily?

You knew Paul was hitting her, didn't you?

Where is she, Mrs. Posi?

I don't know. He took the address.

- Who?
- My husband.

I had it on a piece of paper.
He wanted to come with me.

I was just gonna go to Kathy's apartment
to get a few things.

And then we were gonna go together.

- What's so special about Kathy Dobson?
- I told you. She's sick.

We got doctors who can treat her.

You don't understand. She's preeclamptic.

She's a time bomb waiting to go off.

Even if you are telling the truth,
and we do take her to a real hospital...

- she'll be exposed.
- We can protect her.

Look, Diane, in about 10 minutes...

five FBI agents are gonna come
barreling through that door.

You will be arrested,
and your network will be destroyed.

We are a lot stronger than any one person.

And in the grand scheme of things,
I'm very expendable.

Well, as far as I can see,
other than these...

you haven't broken any laws.
But if Kathy Dobson dies...

you're gonna be tried for murder
in a very public trial.

Think about what that's gonna do
to your network.

So your wife gave you the address?

This is between a husband and a wife,
this is none of your concern.

A husband and a wife?

You gave Paul the address. You called him.

- You gave him the address.
- She's his wife.

- He hits her.
- That's a bunch of crap. He dotes on her.

I know that you think
you're doing your daughter some good.

But Paul is not even remotely a good guy.
He smacks your daughter around.

- We would've seen it.
- I don't think so.

- She's very good at hiding it.
- How could she?

I don't know.
How did you wife hide it all these years?

What are you talking about?

I'd like to appeal
to your more sensitive nature.

Your daughter's in trouble,
but that doesn't seem to faze you.

Why don't we try this?

If you make me wait one more minute
for that address...

I'll have you sent to jail
for impeding a federal investigation.

Do you understand that, Mr. Posi?

You got people around the house,
you call them off.

I don't. I came alone.

You said they were
bursting in here any minute.

They know where I am. The house
is not under surveillance, though.

If arresting you was our main objective,
we would've done that already.

I came here alone. And you're
just gonna have to trust me on that.

I know you're not gonna give us anything,
but you gotta do one thing for me.

When we nail Paul Dobson,
you gotta testify what he did to you.

He goes to jail, Kathy goes free.

Legally.

Please step up.

Kathy, everything's gonna be all right.

Kathy, my name is Vivian Johnson.
I'm with the FBI.

- How are you feeling?
- Okay.

We're gonna have to
get you to the hospital.

No, I'll be okay.

You're gonna have to get these off of me.

- Look, we've got doctors that can--
- Kathy!

Oh, my God! That's Paul!

Kathy, I know you're in there.
Open this door!

Where's my wife?

Put the gun down! Drop the gun!

Back off!

- Where's my wife?
- Put the gun down.

Mr. Dobson, I'm a federal agent.
Don't do anything stupid.

I don't care who the hell you are.

Kathy?

- You can come out.
- She's not going with you.

Shut up!

Kathy, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for whatever I've done.

Kath, I love you.

Please.

- You don't have to do that, Kathy.
- Shut up. Shut your mouth!

Kath, I love you.

Come with me.

Paul, I can't.

You need help.

I need help?

You come with me now.

Stay down! Put the cuffs on him!

You can't do this to me.
I just want my family back!

- Kathy, please!
- Get him out of here.

I just want my family back! Kathy!

I don't feel so well.

Let's get you out of here.
It's gonna be okay.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- Who is this?
- She's with Staten Island PD.

Lucky you were here.