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ERIN: Let's go, Nicky. You don't want

to be late for Grandpa! It's fine. School doesn't start

till noon. It's a teacher workday.

He's got things on his plate, too. Let's go!

Okay. Hey, did you see my gloves?

Yeah, they're on the kitchen counter.

Have you seen my briefcase?

Yeah. Living room chair.

Ouch.

(hisses)

Did you move this table?

No.

Okay,

I'm off.

Oh, wait. Hold on.

Bye. Have a good day.

Love you. Give a kiss to Grandpa.

I'll see you later.

WOMAN: 911, what is your emergency?

Hi, this is Erin Reagan

with the Manhattan District Attorney's Office.

I need to report a break-in.

No, I'm not talking about your major.

I'm talking about what you want to get out of college,

what you want to leave with, besides the sheepskin.

That's complicated.

Then make it simple.

I want to go out into the world

without a suit of snark and cynicism.

I want to...

attract people to a kind of optimism

that's hard to find most days and places.

Tough order.

I know. And you're gonna

have a tough time making a living

assuming the best in people.

(sighs)

Look,

I admire what you do, Grandpa.

And what Mom does.

I think it would wear me down and out.

Well, Nicky...

I think this family's put in more than enough service

to earn one bleeding-heart do-gooder.

You forgot hippie.

They still say that?

It's coming back.

Okay. Hippie.

Hi, folks. I'm collecting for the Local Heroes Fund.

Would you care to contribute?

Boy, have you come to the right place.

I haven't heard of this fund.

It's a great cause.

All proceeds go to, like, survivor families

and their needs.

Survivors of what?

Well, 9/11.

That was 14 years ago.

Other tragedies, too.

Do you have your tax I.D. and charity registration number?

Sir, if you don't want to contribute, just say so.

Grandpa. (scoffs)

(chuckles) Who's he think he is?

Well, he's the police commissioner.

Um, I'll have them send those numbers to you.

I have a better idea.

Take me to them.

Look, I-I haven't done anything.

I'm not saying you have, but that

is the NYPD logo you're using to raise money here.

It's all legit. I swear.

Then I just want to say thank you to whoever's in charge.

(whining) BOY: Bungee!

(barks)

Thank you so much.

We've been looking everywhere.

Yeah, we saw your fliers a couple blocks away,

and then ten minutes later, he ran out in front of our car.

Well, you've made a boy very happy.

Well, Bungee doesn't look too upset either, so...

You guys take care, okay, ma'am? We will.

And thanks again.

JAMIE: Absolutely.

Do you think that we should bill them

for Bungee slobbering all over our backseat?

We don't bill the perps when they do it. (chuckles)

Meg!

Oh, I knew I heard your voice.

Oh, Meg. Oh.

Oh... Oh, no, I'm not Meg.

Oh. Oh. My good Lord,

you're finally home.

And you look so sharp in your uniform.

And who is this handsome young man?

I'm her partner, Jamie.

Well, hi.

I'm-I'm Meg's aunt, Beth.

Nice to meet you. (chuckles)

Sweetheart, you came back at just the right time.

One of my boarders left out back

not five minutes ago. He left behind this

big box of fireworks.

Now, can you go in

and take 'em away so nobody gets hurt?

F-Fireworks?

Yeah.

Of course we can, Beth.

Come on, partner. Let's go help your aunt.

Oh, thank you. (Janko speaks indistinctly)

His name was JJ.

Uh, get the door.

He was staying... he was staying in-in your old room... Hey,

what's going on?

Nothing to worry about, ma'am.

Yeah. It's okay,

Maria.

Just JJ being a problem again.

JJ saw

you two out the window,

grabbed what he could, and ran out back.

Didn't even ask me for his deposit.

(creaking)

Fireworks. They're right in there.

Don't worry. We'll dispose of these safely, ma'am.

Okay.

(sighs)

Not the pizza box. The box on the bed.

Jamie, I think this is a pipe bomb.

Beth, Maria, go outside.

What's wrong?

Just go right now.

Come on, let's go.

(beeping) Jamie.

Jamie.

Jamie. Jamie. Go.

(beeping continues)

Are you okay?

Yeah. Are you sure?

Yeah, I think so. Are you okay?

Yeah.

(siren wailing in distance) (indistinct police transmission)

Lee Baldikoski, Arson/Explosion. You guys, uh,

doing okay? Oh, ears are still ringing but we're fine.

We hear he had a lot more

explosive material, though,

and might be planning something else.

Yeah, well, um, his plans make it look like his next bomb

will be even bigger.

That the tenant?

Beth Behar.

And, uh, over there is her boarder, Maria.

Okay, you interview her. I got the old lady.

Uh, Detective, just so you know, the, um...

old lady's a little delicate.

It's not my first rodeo, Officer.

Okay.

Hey, Maria. How you doing?

Fine, I guess.

What can you tell us about JJ?

Nothing.

Nothing? Not even his last name or what "JJ" stands for?

People like us don't ask questions.

Was he an addict, too?

Just a jerk.

Another middle-aged white dude bitching

about minorities taking his job.

So he was unemployed.

With a big chip on his shoulder.

One time he talked about blowing up whoever it was who fired him,

but I just thought he was talking out his ass.

So you don't know where he worked or where he might've gone?

No. Beth might know,

if you can trust what she says.

I mean, nice lady and all

but she's nuttier than squirrel crap.

BETH: Meg! Where's Meg? BALDIKOSKI: Ma'am.

Meg? Meg! Ma'am, it's okay.

Beth, I'm right here. I'm right here. It's okay. Beth. Hey.

I'm right here. Who are all these people?

And why can't I go in my apartment?

It's like we said, it's because of the box Hey, hey, hey.

of fireworks that J... just a second, Hey. Hey, I'm not, I'm not,

I'm not done with her. hang on--

that JJ left behind. I'm not done with her.

Hey.

Guys, this might work better

if we take her someplace a little quieter

like the precinct.

Okay.

Great. Let's-let's take... let's take a ride, Beth. Come on.

Take a ride with me. Please.

You remember how cocky he was before trial.

I get him on the stand,

and within five minutes,

he's crying and he's confessed to everything.

That's pretty great, right?

What? That's great, Morgan. Nice work.

Can you file this for me? Thanks.

(gasps)

Danny. So when were you gonna tell me?

Tell you what?

About your midnight visitor.

I didn't want to bother you. Oh,

so you call 911 instead

and you tell them that someone came into your place

and moved your stuff around?

I'm not crazy, Danny.

Someone was in my apartment last night.

Uh-huh. And twice before.

Last week I came home and my desk had been rearranged.

And two days ago it was the refrigerator. And last night

someone had moved things around and...

turned a picture of Nicky upside down.

Uh-huh.

Just... hear me out.

(sighs)

You remember when we were kids

and we used to pass that book around, Helter Skelter?

Mm-hmm. Remember how they would sneak into people's homes

and just move things around to freak them out?

Yeah. Creepy crawling.

Yeah. I think that's what they're doing.

(sighs)

Okay.

Do you have any idea who would do it?

It could be any number of nutcases

that I convicted in the past year.

I just have to go through my files and narrow it down.

All right. I'll get Baez.

We'll go by your building. We'll check the security tapes

and see if we can find anybody getting in.

Thanks.

All right.

And in the future, would you call me about this stuff

so I don't have to hear about it from other people?

It's a little embarrassing.

The truth is, I don't have a license

for this charity.

Why not? Because the fees and administrative

costs cut into the pool of money available for charitable giving.

It's not that much.

It is to me.

I run a small operation here,

and I like to keep things simple.

Everything that comes in goes straight out to the families.

What's in the boxes?

Energy-efficient lightbulbs.

We solicit by phone for Local Heroes.

The lightbulbs are all donated.

The 100% profit we make goes directly

into the fund for distribution.

Where do you get your manpower?

They're fulfilling their

community service requirements for their schools.

Mm-hmm.

You know, Commissioner,

I've always wanted to meet you.

Why'd you want to meet me?

My late husband Keith worked for MaCallan, Donohoe.

He was in the North Tower on 9/11.

And I worked at Ground Zero

helping with food service

for the month after, so I saw firsthand

what you and your men were doing

and what the NYPD was going through,

and I swore that I would give back.

Thank you, Ms. Vickers.

Lauren... please.

Lauren, um, I hope you understand,

when the NYPD logo is used to raise money...

You want to make sure the money is going

to an NYPD-worthy cause.

I take it very personally.

I completely understand.

Please get your paperwork in.

I will. I will do that today.

Thank you, sir.

No.

Thank you.

Have a good day.

You, too.

I'm really proud of you.

Why?

Well, you could have just busted her, right?

Yes. But you made a judgment call.

You let the little part of you that wants

to believe not everyone has an angle take over.

I know that's hard for you.

Yeah.

Where could I drop you?

Oh, the subway's just a couple blocks away.

I can walk. No, not today.

Where can I drop you?

Mom?

Through the grapevine.

Let's go, hippie.

Hey, Beth.

So, you said that JJ rented a room from you?

Do you ever keep any paperwork?

All I asked from my boarders is

that they pay on time and in cash.

JJ couldn't even manage that.

JAMIE: Hmm.

But how was I supposed to pay my bills when you abandoned me?

You haven't called

once in five years!

Beth, JJ must have told you his last name

when you first met him.

Maybe he did.

Oh, what was it?

You can remember and save a lot of lives, Beth.

It's right on the tip of my tongue.

What part of "stand by the door" did you not understand?

Sorry, Detective.

Okay, Ms. Behar, I've gathered together photos of men who have

the first name or nickname of JJ.

Is one of these the man who left the fireworks?

That's him.

You sure?

I saw him every day.

That's JJ.

Way to go, Beth.

Outside.

Get her out of here now.

You could say thanks.

Why? She just ID'd

the one guy in the array who's dead.

Oh, whenever Officer Janko speaks with her,

she seems to be able to focus. (phone rings)

Baldikoski.

Reagan, I think he's right.

Beth's not gonna remember JJ's name.

Eddie, what are you talking about? You almost had her there.

Come on, come on, just...

Detective, just

give us a little more time.

Time is not what we have.

My guys just found the car that JJ was sleeping in.

Blew up when they opened the door

and sent one to the hospital.

You two-- you want to continue

to beat that dead horse, that's fine.

But I'm gonna go stop this bastard

before he hurts someone else.

Come on.

(sighs)

Investigator's notes for court tomorrow.

Thanks. I need the transcript from that woman you deposed.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Why?

I gave you my deposition five minutes ago.

Sorry. I guess I'm a little preoccupied.

Do you want to talk about it?

When I figure out what the hell's going on, sure.

Um, well, I was thinking about heading out for the night,

um, unless you need anything else?

No, I'm okay, Morgan. Thanks.

Good night. Good night.

(phone buzzing)

Danny.

Oh, you're not nuts, sis.

Definitely not about this.

What, you've found something at my building?

Yeah.

Security camera above the door shows a woman

walking in last night and twice last week.

Okay. Wow. Can you describe her?

Let me see.

She looks kind of tall, maybe around five-eight.

Can't make out her face, but she's got blonde hair.

Five-eight, blonde hair.

That has to be... Rita Osterman.

Yeah, she did three months last year

for stalking her ex's new girlfriend.

Broke into the building, picked the locks.

Gave me the death stare every single day of that trial.

Well, maybe she's your creepy crawler.

We'll check it out, all right?

Thanks, Danny.

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

Morgan?

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

Hi. It's Erin Reagan on Eight.

I need someone up here immediately.

Thanks.

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

Whoever's up here, I've got security on their way up!

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

(gasps) Morgan.

(panting)

(elevator bell dings)

(panting)

(rings)

I need security on Eight now and an ambulance.

You're gonna be okay, Morgan.

How's she doing? Good, I hope.

Well, let's get you cleaned up.

I got a security detail on the way.

It's gonna follow you wherever you go.

At least we know the Fathers of Doom are the ones after me.

Yeah, what's your beef with biker gangs?

I got their boss,

last month, Jimmy Vitale, for conspiracy to commit murder.

Oh, that'll cause a beef.

Can't believe he's dumb enough

to leave his calling card lying around.

Maybe Morgan ripped it off.

I just want to know

what Rita Osterman has to do with the FOD.

That's a good question.

BAEZ: Hey, guys, I don't think

it's Rita, 'cause it wasn't

a blonde woman this time.

A white male, five-11,

got into the parking garage

saying he got a call

to jump-start someone's car,

then he came up in the elevator.

I can't see his face.

Oh!

He dropped the patch and then

he got away down the other elevator.

Maybe one of Vitale's henchmen.

Well, the judge denied bail. He's still at Rikers.

Wouldn't stop him from issuing orders.

So, let's go rev his engine.

You be careful.

I can't believe JJ hurt more people.

Yeah, which is why we're running out of time.

Okay. Uh...

Maria mentioned that, uh,

JJ was fired from some job.

Did he ever mention what that was?

No.

Okay, did he ever have any visitors

or did, uh, anyone ever call him?

I don't remember.

Did I tell you I raised Meg after her mother

passed away? It was so sad

at first, but she grew up

into such a fine young woman.

Yes, and now I'm a cop, Beth,

and I need your help to find JJ, please.

What happened to you?

You broke my heart when you ran off

and left me here all alone.

Hey, Meg?

Excuse me for a second.

Anything? Yeah, I just called the wheel, there are no officers

named Meg Behar.

Big surprise.

If I really was her niece,

I'd probably bug out, too.

Yeah, well, just go try

and talk to her some more, you know?

Why are you pushing me so hard?

Is this therapy? Like, Janko's family life sucks,

so you want me to bond with the old bat?

What? Eddie, we almost got blown up here earlier today.

You have a connection with her, and I think, deep down inside,

she knows who this bastard is.

His name was John Johanssen.

What?

You asking me about JJ's job

made me think about a shirt

he threw in the garbage the other day.

He said he used to be proud

wearing it, but not anymore.

Local 242. After

seeing this, I remembered

JJ isn't his first name,

it's his first and last name,

which is John Johanssen.

You did it, Beth.

You made me remember. (laughing) Oh...

I'm calling Detective Baldikoski.

Okay, I'm gonna be right... I need to go.

Oh, my God. I need to go with Jamie, Beth.

There was a Keith Vickers who worked at MaCallan, Donohoe

who perished in the collapse of the North Tower.

Leaving a widow named Lauren? Yes, sir,

but nothing pops on NCIC.

Don't we have a picture?

Not as of yet, sir. Google Images was a blank

and we're still waiting for the DMV to come back to us.

What about these lightbulbs?

They are legitimately,

uh, donated by an electric company

of Japan with U.S. offices in Flemington, New Jersey

as part of a charitable

tax break for foreign companies trading in the U.S.

Do we have confirmation of any monies distributed

by this Local Hero Fund to 9/11 families?

Not yet, sir.

To any families?

To officers killed in the line of duty?

No, sir. Not yet.

Why not? Well, we can't

run down paperwork because the fund is,

by their own admission,

not licensed by the city or state.

Well, try doing it retail.

I did, sir. And?

When I contacted a couple

of survivors, they just wanted to know,

if they had gotten money

from the Local Heroes Fund,

would they have to give it back?

Oh.

Yeah. Okay.

Maybe we should run her name through NLETS. NLETS?

National Law Enforcement Teletype Service.

Uh, sometimes they have intel that NCIC does not.

Teletype, sir?

We haven't used teletype for a very long time.

I know that.

The acronym's probably changed.

Yes, sir.

And stop looking at me like I'm Captain Queeg

asking where the strawberries went.

Sir?

Never mind. What's next?

Creepy crawling? Are you serious?

Well, we know your preferred method of interaction is

putting a slug through the back of someone's brain, right?

But, hey, old dog, new tricks.

I don't kill people,

no matter what your sister says.

So the FOD is just a misunderstood civic group.

Yeah. We have a toy ride every year

and a pancake breakfast

for the nursing home on our block.

To distract the public from meth dealing

and beating up motorists, like you did in Midtown

last year.

And last night, sent out

one of your goons to assault an ADA

as a warning to my sister.

Says who?

Says the FOD patch he threw down,

which matches the tat on the back

of your hand.

Anybody can buy that patch.

Doesn't mean they ride with us.

Doesn't mean they don't.

You're so smart? Prove it.

I will.

C.O., we're done here.

Well, that was a big, fat nothing.

Spoke to gang intel here.

Vitale speaks to anyone, we'll hear about it.

(motorcycle rumbles)

MEN (chanting): FOD! FOD! FOD! FOD!

FOD! FOD!

FOD! FOD! FOD! FOD!

Hey, how you doing, hon, huh? Yeah.

Let's get another round.

Thanks, cutie pie. You're looking good.

(music stops)

DANNY: Police.

Who's the boss?

Evening, Officer, and no,

we don't know anything about that lawyer

who got attacked last night.

Yeah, I didn't know that made the news yet.

You don't think we can hear things?

I'm sure you hear lots of things.

Tell me, then, what I can do for you?

I saw Jimmy Vitale earlier.

A minute after I left him,

he used a stash phone to text someone in this bar.

A guy named Sully.

Why don't you point him out to me, okay?

Sully went riding. Yeah, yeah.

All right,

I'm gonna need to see some IDs

unless someone wants to make my life easier

and tell me where Sully is.

Step aside.

All right, step aside.

Step back. Step back.

Step back.

Move it, Santa Claus.

Come on. Hey, Sully!

Hey. Ah, ah.

Oh!

You going somewhere?

He's going somewhere with us, aren't you, Sully?

Text from Vitale? I don't even know what you're talking about.

He sent it from Rikers

to your number.

Maybe he never learned to read. Yeah.

Maybe Sully needs a little bit of a reading lesson.

Ow. Let's see if you can read that.

Says "Keep up the good work." Can you read that?

Fine. But I don't know what that means.

Yeah, I'm sure you don't.

It's an attaboy for bashing in

a girl's head to scare

the deputy D.A. off his case.

Except I didn't.

Sully, it's well known you were Vitale's right hand for years.

He said "jump," you said "on who?"

Maybe he thinks I did something for him that I didn't do.

Hell, I'm glad he got locked up.

Because you can become the king of the crankheads.

Because he sucked as a boss.

Last couple years,

Vitale's been completely out of control. He'll

overload on crank and just go

nuts on people for no reason. He didn't even

tell us he was gonna try and ice the guy

from the 6th Street Death Corps. You got an

alibi for last night, Sully?

I was with my old lady, Liz.

Oh, right, yeah,

we saw her on the security tapes,

breaking into the prosecutor's place.

Around yea tall, blonde hair.

No, Liz is a redhead.

Well, must've been a wig.

I'm sure we'll find it when we find her.

But she didn't do anything either.

I'm sure she didn't.

Sayonara, Sully.

Yo, I don't speak Spanish.

And Grandpa could've just busted her for false pretense

or whatever the legal term would be, but he didn't.

He gave her the benefit of the doubt.

Really? In the moment.

I was very moved.

Yeah, 'cause he let her off the hook.

No, because he made the call

from an optimistic place. Mm.

Where is that place, exactly? Yeah, and is she pretty?

I don't know. Uh-huh.

Completely beside the point.

Exactly. I'm all for

benefit of the doubt,

so long as I'm

dead certain who benefits from the doubt.

What does that mean? It means I want

to be sure a person is innocent

before I let him or her off the hook.

So you're all for the benefit of the doubt

as long as there is no doubt.

Exactly. (laughs)

You usually just know.

DANNY: Know what? If someone's

trying to pull something over on you.

You know? The crux of the matter is,

who benefits if I bust this person?

Like?

Like if a 300-pounder comes in complaining

of dizziness and shortness

of breath but swears he loves

kale salad and doesn't smoke.

So what do you do?

I pretend to believe him

with the hope that I might get a little traction

trust-wise, see? So the next time

he might listen to me.

If there is a next time.

Well, we do what we can.

Could I have some of that for

when my grades come out?

No. But we're your own kids.

No. Jack, there is a difference between being cynical

and just plain naive.

Don't think for a second that some smart guy isn't gonna

check out your story. Plan on it. Well, did you

check Ms. Vickers out?

Of course I did.

And? And,

so far, it confirms what she told us.

Now doesn't that make you feel good?

If I find a $20 bill on the sidewalk it feels good.

Doesn't mean I'm gonna count on it to pay the bills.

Yeah, but that's not what I'm saying.

If you give someone the benefit of the doubt and it

turns out well, then that's a good thing.

Especially for someone like you, right?

Right.

Okay, so say it like you mean it.

Nicky, you're right. It feels just great.

(clears throat)

(all laughing)

Hey, you ready to get to it, shorty?

I found Beth's niece.

What? How?

Figured she was a little confused about the uniform.

And, uh, turns out Meg Behar

was a carrier for the post office.

But she didn't run off.

She died of cancer two years ago.

In that apartment.

Damn.

Reagan. Janko.

Let me guess,

John Johanssen is a figment of Beth's imagination.

Nope, a disgruntled pipefitter.

Local 242 canned him

for drinking on the job, but he blames it

on their diversity program and wants revenge.

You put the union on alert?

Every office and every leader.

But there is a meeting happening Midtown,

and no one's answering their damn phone. So let's go.

What, r-really, us?

Hey, you guys broke the case.

Let's go.

(siren wails)

Got your message, Doc. How's Morgan?

Well, she has a concussion, subdural hematoma.

We thought she might not wake up until she started talking.

What'd she say? She asked me to call Ms. Reagan, but she's in court.

Figured you were the next best thing. Good call.

Where is she? Room on the right.

Morgan.

Detective Reagan. I'm Erin's brother.

I wanted you to know we got the guy who did this to you.

You're safe now.

No, that's not him.

What do you mean that's not him?

The guy who attacked me had, um...

a neck tattoo.

A coffin with "DC" in the middle.

That's 6th Street Death Corps. You sure?

Yes.

Okay. Okay.

Erin.

Perfect timing. I just set

the trial date for Jimmy Vitale.

Great, except it's not his guys that are after you.

How do you know that? Because Morgan just told me the guy who attacked her

in the elevator had a Death Corps tat on his neck.

Their leader is the one Jimmy Vitale was trying to take out.

With Vitale on the ropes,

they-they must be coming after you

and trying to frame FOD for it,

to put them out of business for good. (rumbling)

Erin?

Danny, there are some guys behind me.

I don't know if they're Death Corps or not, but...

Y-Your driver, is he one of ours?

Yeah. Great. Then have him take evasive action

and get you to my squad room right away.

I'll meet you there.

Got it. We're not gonna go back to my office.

We're gonna go to the 5-4.

And can you keep an eye on the guys behind us?

(siren wailing)

Hey! Where's the union meeting?

That way. Up the stairs. Outside.

Get outside right now. Okay, everybody get outside, please.

(overlapping chatter)

Don't ask questions! Just go!

Hey! Come on, get out of here!

Move, let's go!

Outside. Outside.

MAN: All right, folks, take your seats.

We got a lot on the agenda today. Police!

Everyone out! Now. Outside now.

There could be a bomb! Outside!

Move now! Let's go! Everybody out!

Everyone out! Let's go. Move!

Sir. (indistinct shouting)

Hey.

That's the guy, that's the guy.

Police!

John Johanssen, hold it right there!

Stay where you are!

Police!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot! We'll all go up.

Take it easy, Johanssen. Take it easy.

All right, just take it easy.

Put it down.

(crying)

Put it down, John.

You people made me do this!

You women.

Blacks!

Everybody's taking my job!

Just put it down, John.

Take it easy, John. Just put it down. We can talk about it.

(beeping)

You people deserve this.

You all deserve this.

(gunshot)

All right, everybody out!

Everyone, get out! Go! Go! Let's go! Move!

Nice shooting, Reagan.

I may not be one of "you people" but I know crap when I hear it.

You just saved a lot of lives.

Let's get out of here before that thing goes off.

You got it. 10-4. Eddie, come on.

Those Death Corps bikers followed you the whole way?

Yeah, until they saw us pulling up here.

It was a tough couple minutes.

Yeah. Well, you're safe now.

Morgan ID'd senior member of the Death Corps, Jerry Biondi,

as her attacker in the elevator.

His girlfriend, Sabrina Loveless, matches the woman

outside ADA Reagan's building.

Copy that. Let's do this.

Come on, guys. Let's move out.

You ready?

I'm ready. Be careful.

(siren wailing)

Police! Everyone down!

What are we waiting for?

These Death Corps guys are a bunch of rats.

Rats always run.

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

Oh!

(horn honking)

(tires screeching)

Get down!

Gun! Oh...

(gunshots)

(horn honking)

Hang on.

(tires screech)

You okay? Yeah.

Police! Get your hands where I can see 'em!

You got her?

Yeah.

(grunts)

That's for shooting at us.

(grunts) That's for messing with my sister.

(handcuffs clicking)

BETH: Please tell me you're okay. I saw on the TV

about JJ trying to kill those people.

Yeah, we were lucky that bomb didn't go off.

But, listen, uh, Beth, you and I need to talk.

About what?

About your niece.

Sweetie, all that matters is you're back.

You're back home.

Well, you know, I just...

I wanted to make sure that you have my right phone number.

So that... you can call me whenever you want.

Let me go get my phone,

and you can put your number in it for me.

And then I'll make us something to eat.

Oh, man.

You're really gonna give her your phone number?

Let's see what she makes us to eat first.

(siren wailing)

Elise Wickfield.

My name is Lauren Vickers.

Also Christy Walker and Anne Ross

and Terry Harris. But you were born

Elise Wickfield.

And I am placing you under arrest in that name

on charges of fraud,

enterprise corruption,

and criminal impersonation... Commissioner, this is...

with active warrants

in Baltimore,

Atlanta, and Fort Lauderdale.

All three police departments have confirmed

their intent to extradite you on those charges,

so New York will have to get in line.

You know,

there are days when I think--

and not in a good way-- now I've seen everything.

And then I come across someone like you,

and I think--

and in the worst way--

nah, you ain't seen nothing yet.

9/11?

Really?

Remove your gloves,

turn around and place your hands behind your back.

You have the right to remain silent.

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