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Go! Go!

Hey!

Mr. Romar, I'd like you
to stay here

and work with our sketch artist

and describe the man
that you saw.

Angela, you
witnessed a beating.

Is this him?

That's him.

NYPD released him
45 minutes ago.

Hey, Dr. Frankenstein,

when am I getting
my leg back?

I'm working on it.

How about giving me
one of those tattoos?

Yeah

Paint a heart and make it say:
"Property of Laura."

Aw, come on, Kevin,

you know it's not your
heart I want to own.

You heard that.

She's perfect--
she's the perfect woman.

I love her. I love you!

I mean it!

My love is true, Laura!

This is fantastic, Laura.

It's a beautiful cross.

I enjoyed painting it.

Thanks.

Let's try out that
new leg, brother.

Here we go--
this is gonna

match real well.

I don't know...

What are you talking about?

I mean, it looks like

you ripped it off
of a mannequin.

It's sick, man--
get it out of here!

Hey, Higgins, relax!

I-I don't want the thing!

Get it away from me!
I-I can't relax!

I-I can still

feel my leg,
I can still feel it!

:
No!
All right, it's okay.

It's all right.
It's okay.
It's all right.

Hey.
Who are we looking for?

Laura Richards, 24,
art school grad.

She's been working
here for five weeks

doing community service
for a shoplifting charge.

They have her painting
and sculpting prosthetics

for some of the vets.

Who called it in?

Her supervisor, um,
Joel Kemper.

She missed work two mornings
in a row, and then

when he found her car
in the parking lot,

decided to call us.

Okay, let's call CID
and find out

about sexual assaults
in the building.

I'm also gonna need
a full list

of soldiers that have come
through this hospital

during Miss Richards' tenure.

All right.

It's pretty isolated down here.

I didn't see any
security cameras in the hall.

And it's not

the safest place for a woman
to be working alone, you know?

No.

Not your average
community service, huh?

She was doing bed pans, and they
found out she was an artist.

Most of the patients here
can't afford custom silicone.

Black, white, beige
is as good as it gets.

But Laura made
'em look better.

She did tattoos
and everything.

The guys just
loved her.

What about the patient,
um, last night, PFC Higgins?

His outburst

wasn't about Laura.

Kid lost his leg two weeks ago.

That's a lot
to process.

Well, regardless, he-he
did go after her.

These are honorable
men and women.

PFC Higgins did
not hurt her.

I'm sorry, Doctor--
we... we just have to ask.

I understand that.

But there's something else
you should check out.

Happened about a week ago.

Go home, Laura--
it's past midnight.

Louis is being
discharged tomorrow.

He's gonna want his
leg, don't you think?

Hey, you're doing
some nice work here.

Could do better work
if we had better equipment.

Which we don't.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Can I help you?

Uh, no, uh, wrong room.

:
Ugh! Guy makes my skin crawl.

You've seen him before?
Oh, yeah.

He's always, like, lurking.

Well... page me
next time you see him.

I'm getting a lock

put on that door.

Anytime you're working
by yourself, lock yourself in.

Okay.

I ordered the lock--
they told me six weeks.

But she never paged me
to tell me he'd come back.

Do you know the guy's name?
Yes,

uh, Malcolm Rainer.

He's an orderly.

VIVIAN:
Malcolm Rainer

is very unpopular
with his neighbors.

He's described here as being
bitter, confrontational,

a loner who rarely
leaves his apartment,

and when he does, he harasses
the female tenants.

Well, maybe
he harassed

Laura, and it escalated.

Or he resented her.

It also says here
that Rainer failed

two physical therapist exams

and was caught
cheating on a third.

So what,
you're thinking

professional jealousy?
Well, Laura went

from community service
to valued staff member--

that might have
pissed him off.

Anyway, NYPD is
watching his building.

Mr. Richards, when
was the last time

that you saw
your daughter?

Uh, maybe a couple
of days ago.

She lives
with you, right?
Yeah.

So how is it that, um,
her supervisor at work

reported her missing
before you did?

I spend most of
my time here.

Laura's got her own life.

I mean, she wouldn't
even be living at home

if the, uh, art school
hadn't put her

in such a
financial hole.

Mr. Richards, do you
recognize that guy?

No. Who is he?

He's an orderly at the V.A.

He do something to Laura?

We're not sure yet.

There's a reason
you're asking me

about
this guy.
Listen.

I realize it's frustrating
to hear this,

but we don't know anything
about him right now.

She wouldn't even be
at that, uh, hospital

if it wasn't for me.

Why is that?
Well, I thought

the V.A. would
teach her a lesson.

When Laura got in trouble

I called in a favor.

A golf buddy of mine's a judge--
he let her off

with a hundred hours
of community service.

I'm not gonna do it.
Well, then you're
going to jail,

it's that simple.
I'll work
at a soup kitchen.

That's not the deal
I worked out for you.

I didn't ask you
to do anything for me.

The V.A.'ll
do you some good.

Why? So I can be around

other guys just like you?

It's not about that.

I made a mistake.

What do you want from me?

I-I want you to be
embarrassed about this!

I want you to want more
out of your life!

Believe me, I do, too, Dad!

Well, then act like it!

I mean, come on!
Shoplifting?

I'm sorry if I've let you down.

You let yourself down.

These are good men and women.

You'll learn
a hell of a lot more

at the V.A. than
you would in jail.

Laura went along with the V.A.,
but she was furious.

We haven't spoken much since.

And would you say that
your, um, relationship

with your daughter has been
strained for a long time?

Mother died young,
I raised her alone,

I was strict,
Laura resented it,

but I did the best I could.

My father was a vet.

Yeah

First Cavalry, Korea.

You serve?

Honorable discharge.

You know the sacrifice
it takes, anyway.

Look, Laura and I,
we don't see eye to eye, but...

that's my daughter.

And we understand that,
Mr. Richards.

We're gonna do everything
we can to find her.

Look, if you think

of anything else, just, um,

just give us a call.

MARTIN:
Thanks.

Thank you.

ROMAR :
I'm so sorry about this.

It was my first time, really.

So stupid.

VIVIAN:
Well, normally,
you'd be turned over

to local police for booking,
but I need some information.

How's it going?

Still butting heads up
against these Romar aliases.

Maybe we should

bring Angela back in,

see if she remembers
anything else.

No, she's in Texas
with her family.

Won't return my calls.

Oh, look, we've got
three candidates coming in

for interviews
this afternoon.

You need to look through
their personnel files.

You're gonna have
to fly solo on those.

Why?
I connected
that madam

from our brothel bust
with a pimp I know in Baltimore.

All right, well, I can
push the interview.

Actually,
he's an old CI of mine--

he's, uh, he's kind of skittish.

Okay.

Well, call me
if you find anything.

Mm.

Malcolm Rainer's
financials.

I found money transfers

from six different patients
in his account.

The patients know about it?
It's a scam.

A lot of the vets involved
were having money trouble.

Rainer approaches them,
offers to forge their records

so they get
a larger payout.

And what's Laura
got to do with this?
The records were

stored in her workplace,
so I'm thinking

if she stumbled across
this scam, he may have wanted

to keep her quiet.

Take a look at this--
tech found that

on Laura's computer.

What the hell is this
doing on her computer?

I'm not sure, but it
was found in a file

that was created when they
plugged in a zip drive.

They find the zip?
No.

But that's the last
computer activity

on the day
of disappearance.

Let's see if we
can I.D. this kid.

I have no idea
where that girl is.

Please-- we get that one
all the time.

That says more about
you than me.

You know, we talked
to the soldiers.

We know about your little scam.

Every forged benefits claim
and corresponding check

is right here.

I don't know what that is.

You needed access
to the records

but they were
in Laura's workspace.

So what happened, um, she found
out what you were doing?

No.
So maybe it was more personal.

I mean, she's a pretty girl.

You're a lonely,
pathetic kind of guy.

She's all alone
in the basement.

We know you've been harassing
women in your building, so...

All right, stop.

It was a scam, yes.

And, yes,
she was in the way.

Until a couple days ago.

Were you watching me?

You know, I checked out

one of the files
you were looking at.

PFC Vorak.

It says he lost his leg
at the hip, but, see,

I know that's not true because
I got his right foot on my desk.

So, what, you gonna rat me out?

You think you, uh, you
think you know something?

I know your forgeries
are really good.

You want me to cut you in?

No.

I want you to forge
a signature for me.

Car title?

Just make it look good

and all this stays in the room.

The little artist was into
grand theft auto.

She ended up bringing me
two more titles.

Whose signature did you forge?

Quentin...

I think.

Did she tell you

what she needed the money for?

I didn't ask.

She's into selling hot cars.

That's none of my business.

All right, thanks.

Bye.
What's up?

Quentin Richards alibi's out.

He spent the night
decking out his showroom.

Two employees back it up.

What about
the stolen cars?

He confirms

three cars were
stolen off his lot,

but he denies knowing
Laura had anything

to do with it.
So we've widened the APB

to the tri-state area.

How are you doing on
the money trail?

Not a whiff.

And whatever money she's making
is not ending up

in her bank account.

Maybe drugs?
Thanks.

Well, I went there, too.

And there's no
history of that.

And her PO says that
all of her tests

are coming back clean.

Well, this is the ID
on that wounded soldier.

Name's Daniel Ellerbee,
United States Marine Corp.

Ellerbee...

Ellerbee...
What are you
thinking?

Daniel Ellerbee.

He was at the VA recovering
from an amputated leg

same time Laura worked there.

Why are you showing him this?

Baby, it's okay.
Maybe you want to step outside.

I'm not leaving
you here.

You just relax.

It's okay.

How can I help you guys?

We found that photo on
Laura Richards' computer.

Did you give it to her?

No, sir, I wouldn't show Laura
something like that.

Don't appreciate my wife
seeing it either.

We wouldn't put you through this

unless it was absolutely
necessary.

Do you know
who took the photo?
No, sir,

I'm lucky enough
not to remember that day.

How would you describe

your relationship
with Laura Richards?

I'd call her a friend.

In what sense?

She was good to us.

She took an interest.

She saw that you were
in your head or depressed...

she'd always try
and draw you out.

My leg got shredded.

How's talking to you about it
gonna help?

My dad was in Vietnam.

And he spent his whole life

not talking about it.

You don't want
to be like my dad.

What's wrong with him?

He's angry...

and depressed...

and controlling.

I don't want to see
you end up like that.

So I'm not letting this go.

I was in a Humvee
guarding a supply convoy

on the way from
Balad to Kirkuk.

An IED blew up,
we took small-arm fire

from a carload of Hajis,
then boom.

I woke up in Germany
without a leg.

What were you thinking
when it happened?

I wasn't thinking
about anything.

I told you it wasn't special.

There's 50 guys
in here

with a different version
of the same story.

A lot of them
are worse off than me.

That doesn't take away
from what you went through.

My best friend...

guy named Eric Banks...

he got blown up that day.

I'm still here.

I got lucky.

I'm getting
out of here soon.

They got me set up
pushing paper for the ROTC

at Hanford University.

Why would you want
to work there?

It's a good gig.

How are you gonna move on

if you're still working
for the military?

How is that any
of your business?

I know she wanted the best
for me, but...

sometimes I just didn't want
to deal with it.

MARTIN:
And when was
the last time

you saw Laura?

She came by the next day.

Said she was going
out of town for a while.

Did she say where she was going?

No, sir.

How about when
she was coming back?

No, sir, just that I wouldn't
be seeing her around.

Okay.

I'd just like
to thank you both

for coming in.

Really appreciate it.

There'll be an agent along
shortly to escort you out.

It says here that you specialize
in forensic accounting.

Yes, ma'am.

So how would
that help me?

I can locate and freeze all
of Romar's assets.

which will effectively cripple

his operation.

So who is Franklin Romar?

I...

don't know.

I feel that sex
trafficking

is beyond the pale
in terms of cruelty.

Well, that's good to know.

And how would you find
Franklin Romar?

Use the press.
You know, post his picture.

800 number.

I'll totally
man those phones 24/7.

You have him on tape.

I'd start there.

I already have.

What kind of shirt
was he wearing?

I don't know.

Figure out the brand,

where that brand is sold.

Hit every store from
New York to Baltimore.

Maybe a clerk saw him.

Check into his watch,

the pen in his pocket.

His cologne if you can
remember the smell.

It's tedious,

but the answer to who he is
is in there.

That's how we'll find him.

Says here that
you went to Cornell,

studied Russian literature.

So tell me,
Mr. Waters,

how did you end up at
the bureau in organized crime?

I read Crime and Punishment.

Didn't much care
for Rashkolnikov.

Cameron Gaines.

It takes a special
kind of idiot

to park a stolen car
in front of a known meth lab.

Man, you got to let this go.

It's like I told that vice cop.

I bought that car on the level.

I got the title and everything.

You mean this title?

It's forged.
And the woman you got

this title from
is missing, so...

But not because
of anything I did.

Cameron, we've been through
her bank accounts,

we've searched her house,

and it doesn't look like she
ever got paid for that car.

You know,
I'll bet you were

tweaking your ass off
and you thought, "Wait,

"why pay this chick
when I can kill her,

take the car and keep
the cash

No.

It probably seemed like
a good idea at the time.

I didn't do nothing to her.

She didn't want
to get paid in cash.

Then what did she want?

Materials.

This is nasty stuff.

Don't smoke around it.

Oh, really, you mean
this stuff's flammable?

Is that my Mustang?

LAURA:
Title's in
the glove box.

I'll be back with a friend
to pick it up.

You know what, hold on.

This doesn't feel like
a fair trade, does it?

I brought what you asked.

That was the deal.

No, that's a $20,000 car.

That's worth as much
solvent as I want.

Will, it's enough.

Laura, you're
thinking too small.

Bigger is better.

I don't know, boss.

I mean,
I'd start small.

All right?
I mean, cooking meth is a skill.

Shut up, tweaker.
Will, you're taking
this too far.

I'll decide how far it goes.
Give me the keys.

No, this wasn't the plan.

The plan is whatever
I say it is.

Triple this.

Then you get your car.

So I gave him what he asked for

and I came back for the car.

Danny, if they were
starting a meth lab,

um, they'd need more than
just solvent.

Yeah.

Did you see any other equipment
for cooking drugs?

:
Nah.

All right, who was the guy?

What was his name?

Uh, Will something.

I don't know him.

A friend of a friend
hooked us up.

Write down the address
of the garage.

Now.

Yeah, Jack?

We have a big problem.

Go! Go! Go!

Okay, we need the EOD.

We have primary incendiary
explosives.

Let's go.

Jack, I think we got a target.

They're gonna blow up the ROTC
Hall at Hanford University.

Everybody out of here now!
Let's go! Go!

All right, that was DHS.

They're up to speed.

They've evacuated
the ROTC building

and the rest of the
campus is on lockdown.

Is that him?

SAMANTHA:
Will Herring, 28 years old.

A poli-sci PhD candidate

until he got expelled
for making terrorist threats

against a professor
during a debate.

So much for the free
exchange of ideas, huh?
Yeah.

This is a series
of antiwar rants

he published online.

Laura visited
his Web site a lot.

It appears to me that they met
at a protest rally last summer.

These are pretty intense.

This guy's half nuts, huh?

And he's also a true believer.

Given Laura's relationship
with her father,

I'm not surprised
she was vulnerable

to what this guy had to say.

You think maybe she was having
second thoughts

about the attack and he
killed her for the cause?

Could be.

I got more information
on this photo.

It was taken by

His camera was confiscated
by Lieutenant Rick Cheever

who was leading this convoy.

Okay, but I
don't get it--

I mean, there's pictures

of wounded soldiers
all over the news.

Why would Lieutenant Cheever
try and bury this one.

Why did Laura have this photo?

The shoplifting,
the stealing of the cars,

was to fund
a terrorist plot?

It would appear so.

Do you, uh...

recognize him?

Maybe. Maybe...
he picked her up

at the house

His name is Will Herring.

He's an antiwar activist.

We believe your daughter
met him at a protest.

What were they
planning to hit?

An ROTC.

See, that's just not possible.

I raised her to love
this country.

Your daughter
was trading

stolen cars for explosives.

Now, this is no notion
that comes to a young

24-year-old girl

who sits around in the
morning sipping coffee.

Something in her past
led her to this.

I... I don't...

I told you that my father
served in Korea.

Yeah.

He was a damn good soldier.

He was so good at it

that he brought that mentality
into the house.

He made my life hell.

And I'm pretty sure that he put
my mother into the ground.

You didn't walk in his boots.

You need to cut him
some slack.

Oh, I did.

I forgave him.

Had to watch him die first...

but I forgave him.

You can talk to me...

or you can sit there
and say nothing,

but if you make that choice,
there's a high probability

that I will not find
your daughter.

You know how Laura spent
her senior prom?

With me.

I had her cornered in the
bathroom with her prom dress on.

With my service revolver
pointed at her head

and a knife to my gut.

When she
tells it, uh...

I was going to
hole myself up

and let the ghost out,
that I was a walking miracle.

Whatever the hell
that means.

I don't remember
any of it.

When I came to...

she was...

:
she was holding on to me...

bawling her eyes out
in that...

...in that dress.

She'd been dealing with these
episodes her whole life.

We never mentioned them.
We just let them pass.

That's why she didn't
leave home years before.

I've been holding on to her.

And I knew I was doing it...

but I couldn't let her go.

Special Agent Johnson.

Can I help you?

Heard you were staffing up
a task force.

I wanted to throw
my hat in the ring.

What's your name?
Tim Collier.

I'm an investigative analyst
in White Collar.

This is a little above
your pay grade.

Well, shouldn't this be
about the best candidates

and not pay scale based
on seniority?

I took a look at the case file
and I had a thought.

And how did you see the file?

It was just sitting
on someone's desk.

Listen.

Looking at a confidential file

is a great way
to get yourself censured.

Unless, of course,

you have something
that I can use.

I was assisting
on a case last year--

a doctor was doing abortions
off the books for cash.

One of the witnesses
paid for three abortions

by three different women.

Now, maybe the
guy's unlucky,

but it stuck with me.

There's an address.

Multiple abortions
could fit our case.

Romar can't use a pregnant girl.

Did you check to see
if the address is current?

Yes, ma'am, it is.

Excuse me.

Yeah, Johnson.

I'm in New York.

What?!

No, I did not
authorize that.

I'll look into it
and I'll call you back.

All right.

Sorry.

Mr. Cheever, FBI.

He's down.

JACK:
Check him.

It's clear.

He's dead.

I'm going
to call the M.E.

Drop the bag!
Get your hands up!

Turn around and face the hood
of your car now!

I didn't do anything.

Blasting caps.

They look like detonators to me.
I don't now what
you're talking about.

Where's Laura?
I don't know.

Sure you do. You killed her and
you killed Lieutenant Cheever.

I didn't kill anyone.

You're in possession
of class-A explosives.

That's five years-- five years.
Come on, where is she?

Look, I don't know. I haven't
seen her for three days.

Not since she messed up
everything I've been planning.

Laura...

Stop.

Stop!

This is totally
out of control!

People are going
to get hurt!

We have been over this--
we'll hit the building

at night or on a weekend
when it's empty.

You can't guarantee that.

I went by there.
People work late.

Janitors are there
all weekend.

It's too dangerous,
people could die!

We've been talking about
his for five years.

It's a calculated risk.

Come on, Laura.

Look, this is where
they're selling the big lie.

They're signing
people up to die

based on a total
fabrication.

It is way more complicated
than that.

This is totally wrong.

Working at that V.A.
is getting to you.

They're waving flags,

they're handing
out medals.

It is nothing like that.

These guys
are proud...

and in pain... and they
have lost so much.

I can't just spit
in their faces.

I'm not going to do that!

Laura?

Who the hell are you?

Laura, what's going on?
I just got your message.

Let's just go.
Now I get it.

You're sleeping with a soldier?

Come on, Daniel.

What is this?
Who is this guy?

Let's just go.

Better keep your mouth
shut, Laura.

You're involved with this, too.

She went with that soldier
and I haven't seen her since.

And you're positive she called
the soldier Daniel?

Yes.
Look.

Your ride's here.

Next stop, Leavenworth.

Soldier, you made
a really bad decision

not telling us about your
relationship with Laura.

What did you want me to say?
My wife was sitting right there.
I don't care.

You concealed from us
an affair that you had

with a woman who's now missing.

It was one time.
It just happened.

We broke it off.

It always just happens.

I love my wife.

Don't question that.

I'm not.

My wife's afraid of me.

She'll barely even touch me.

She helps me with my leg
and tells me...

"Baby, we'll be fine.

I love you more now.
I'm proud of you."

She says these things,

but her eyes don't back it up.

I see her thinking, "This isn't
the man that I married."

God bless her,
she tries to hide it.

But with Laura,

she's only known
me this way.

I feel like myself--
not some half-assed version.

If that's the case,
then why end it?

Because I'm married.

You know, maybe...

Laura didn't want
to walk away from it,

and she threatened
to tell your wife

and you took
care of it.

You think I'd hurt her?

You've been sitting here lying

to my face--
what should I think?

I didn't do anything to her.

How's it going?

Great.
He's lying.

Well, I may have another
wrinkle for you.

Lieutenant Cheever was scheduled
for an Article 32 hearing.

Friendly fire.

Daniel's best friend
Eric Banks was killed

in the same incident
where Daniel lost his leg.

Let's talk about Eric Banks.

What about him?

Well, officially,

he was killed by insurgents
when you lost your leg.

I know. I was there.

But that's not
what happened, is it?

It was friendly fire.

I think you've been
covering it up.

And I think that Laura
found out about it.

I don't want
to talk anymore.

Your CO's dead,

and the woman that you've been

having an affair with
is missing.

Now, I'll bet that Laura

convinced Cheever
to tell the truth

and that you killed him
to stop it.

Now, there is a ton
of crap swirling around,

and I'm going to bring it
down on your head

unless I get an explanation!

After the...

IED went off,
there was chaos.

Guys just started
unloading, you know,

blasting anything that moved.

Ended up shooting Eric.

Nobody's fault;
we were scared.

But then Cheever dropped
an AK on some dead Iraqi,

calling him
an insurgent.

That was the story.

He told us to go with it,
so I did.

And did Laura find out
about this?

I told her.

I was all set to live with it...

but she kept talking
about her dad

and all his problems

said that I'd go crazy
if I didn't tell the truth.

She was right.

You want to tell Eric's family?

Eric's parents
have a right to know

what happened to their son.

They knew he
died a hero.

Who are you to take that
away from them?

The truth doesn't make him
less of a hero.

I don't want to hear it!
She's right!

We owe it to Eric.
We have to tell the truth.

You were there!
You know what it was like!

It won't be just me
that goes down.

I'm going to tell
the investigating officer

what I told Eric's family,

and let the chips fall
where they may.

You got it all figured out, huh?

Cheever, no!

Get off him!

Miss, nobody's walking
out of here.

Stay back!

Where's Laura now?

I told her to take Cheever's car
and get the hell away.

I haven't talked
to her since.

I swear,
that's the God's honest truth.

It's late.
Yeah.

One of the candidates
that interviewed today

showed up with a lead.

It looks like
it might go somewhere.

That's great.

You used my CRID number
to order a SWAT team.

Just trying to make
an impression on my pimp friend.

You mean your skittish CI?
Yeah.

He wouldn't cooperate,
so changed tactics.

It wasn't a big deal.

Well, Baltimore
field office called

to find out why
I hadn't checked in.

I was completely
in the dark.

You know, we should've
talked about this.

Like we talked about letting
Franklin Romar go?

I've been chasing this guy
for three years,

and you had him,
here, in this room.

We had no reason to hold him.

"We"? If I'd
been in the room,

I would've known
there was a problem.

and I would've found a reason.

There doesn't give you the right

to go off and do things
on your own.

We're either doing this
together, or we're not.

I don't work for you.
No,

but this an FBI task force.

Is that your way of saying
that I do?
No.

It's my way of saying
that when you go off

and do things on your own
without consulting me,

I'm the one that gets the calls
if you screw up.

Did you find anyone
you liked today?

Yeah.

You should probably hire them.

Yeah.

Jack.

Listen to this.

I just spent the last two
hours calling Laura's dad.

I kept getting his voice mail,
so I sent two of our guys

over to his place
to check it out.

He's gone, and they found

Lieutenant Cheever's car
in the garage under a tarp.

A state trooper pulled you over
on a rural road

with a trunk full of blankets
covered in your daughter's hair.

I understand that.

Yeah, but it looks a lot like
you were dumping her body.

I know you're just, uh,

trying to do your job,

but I'm not going
to be talking about this.

Mr. Richards, your daughter
was going to blow up an ROTC.

Let me explain to you

the case they're going
to build against you.

You're going to be charged
with murder one.

Manslaughter at the very least.

Now, if I were you, I would
contact my lawyer immediately.

I didn't kill her.

She came to me
because she was scared...

but, um, she wasn't asking
for my help.

Honey, it was a mistake.

You shot the guy
in self-defense,

but damn it, Laura, running
makes you look guilty.

I panicked.

And then the FBI
is coming to me,

telling me about a bomb--
have you lost your mind?

I didn't think
it would go that far.

Talk to this
Agent Malone.

He seems reasonable.

He'll understand that.

We'll... we'll talk to him.

We'll get this thing
squared away.

Dad, listen to me.

I am in a lot
of trouble,

but I didn't come here
to have you fix anything.

I came to say I'm sorry.

Laura, I'm not mad.

I have been so angry with you,
but now...

I just want to say I'm sorry

I can never make you feel okay.

I just want you
to have some peace.

And I am so sorry
I can never give you any.

Sweetheart,

the only peace I ever had...

was with you.

I'm not alive today if it wasn't
for you-- that's a fact.

I know you watch out for me.

You always have.

Will you drive me?

I want you to take me
to the police.

No, I can't do that.

Dad, I need you with me.

No, Laura, I can't let you
throw your life away

because of what
I put you through.

Dad.
No.

No, I can't do that.

She's my daughter,
she needed me,

so... there you have it.

So you used a blanket to smuggle
her out of the country.

You understand, Mr. Richards,
that we're going

to have to charge you
with aiding and abetting.

I suspect you will do
what you have to do.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

So I spoke with ICE.

Their camera saw Quentin's car
passing over the Peace Bridge

in Niagara,
heading over into Canada.

Did you report it
to the Canadian authorities?

Did I have a choice?

No, not really.

Yeah, I spoke with them
15 minutes ago.

I'll finish up this report
and send it over tonight.

Why don't you just leave it
till the morning?

Yeah, that works for me.

:
You heading out?

Nah, I got nowhere to go.

I'm just going to hang around
and enjoy the peace and quiet.

Oh... sounds like fun.

See you tomorrow.

All right.