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In the criminal justice system,

sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous.

In New York City, the dedicated detectives

who investigate these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

Patty?

Patty?

So, I'm gonna go.

Yep.

I'm sorry, Patty, we just--

We bring out the worst in each other.

Thanks, Dr. Phil.

I love you.

But sometimes love's just not enough.

Oh, my God. Go.

Tommy?

Hello?

Tommy?

Hello?

Damn it, Baretta. You jerk.

They let you out again.

Mrs. Clifford?

Baretta escaped again.

Oh, God. It's disgusting in here.

Mrs. Clifford?

I'm putting him back in.

There you go.

Okay, so I'm going to take off.

Just make sure that that door is closed.

Otherwise--

No signs of forced entry.

Two bodies in the kitchen.

Looks like he got them before breakfast.

Simon Clifford, 47.

Dead about five hours.

Deep cut across the throat.

Probably attacked from behind.

Check out the shallow wound beneath his chin.

Hesitation mark.

It's from the blade.

Most likely a gut hook hunting knife.

Typically used for butchering.

Lovely.

Lila Clifford was on the run.

Cut's not nearly as clean.

Perp probably caught the husband by surprise.

Wife saw it happen, tried to get away.

The third victim wasn't cut at all.

Amy Clifford, 16.

Signs of sexual assault, but no semen or spermicide.

Either he couldn't get it up, or got scared off.

He choked her.

Each one of them up close and personal.

He's some killer.

I'll show you the kids' room.

Ryan, aged nine. Rebecca, aged seven.

Never showed up for school today.

No blood, no bodies.

Nobody knows where they are.

Sure we do.

We got these from the school.

They're the most recent pictures of Ryan and Rebecca.

We'll release them to the media.

All bridges and tunnels around Manhattan.

Amber alert's already gone out.

What else we got?

Family's lived here seven years.

Turning out pretty sketchy.

Mom and Dad both popped for drug possession.

Oldest son in Sing Sing for armed robbery.

We'll get a list of known associates.

Sounds like it's going to be a long one.

Well, we're tracking down the relatives.

There's none local.

So phones and cells are being dumped.

O'Halloran's trying to get your attention.

Check this out.

See the depression in the soil?

Made by the same pair of heavy-soled boots or shoes.

Looks like hundreds of prints in a tight circle.

Someone's been standing here for a while.

Yeah, and look what I got a perfect view of.

Ryan and Rebecca's bedroom.

At night, lights on inside, it's a free show.

Captain!

This is Mr. Schwartz. He's the super of the building.

He knows Lila's first husband and the kids' real dad.

So Simon Clifford was their stepfather.

Right.

Married Lila last fall.

But they shacked up almost right after Glen moved out.

Glen Portney.

Split two years ago. Big custody fight.

To this day, they're still fighting.

This is my weekend,

no no no, this is my weekend.

Glen ever get violent with her?

They both did.

Yelling out on the street at 3:00 in the morning.

Did you see them around this morning?

No, but he was around night before last.

They fight then?

He threatened to kill her.

But he does that on a regular basis.

I didn't do this.

Prove it, Glen.

How could I?

Amy?

I would never do anything to hurt her.

But you'd kill your ex.

That was just talk.

That's big talk, Glen.

You said you were going to kick her head in

and dump her in the East River.

I was angry.

She wanted to move the kids to Florida.

So you slit her throat instead of kicking her head in.

No!

I was never gonna do anything.

They make you crazy.

They know which buttonsto push.

Death threats are a little extreme.

She was letting a drug addict raise my kids!

Please.

Do you have any idea where Ryan and Rebecca are?

Why don't you tell us?

Search my house.

Do whatever you want.

Oh, God.

I've got to tell my son Calvin.

That's being taken care of.

We're very sorry for your losses, Calvin.

But now we need your help.

Who would do this?

We were hoping you'd have some idea.

You making friends inside?

Why?

'Cause friends come with enemies.

You think somebody in here did this?

It only takes a phone call. You in the Aryan Nation?

No.

I already seen the 8-8 on your wrist, brother Calvin.

Eighth letter of the alphabet. H, H.

Heil Hitler.

Look, I like my ass the way that it is.

So I gotta fall in with somebody.

You know, the Aryans are killing more of their own

than anybody else these days.

Nice knowing you, Adolf.

I don't know what else to do, okay?

You don't know how it is in here.

Nobody's going to protect me.

I mostly keep to myself.

I know I didn't piss anyone off enough to kill my family.

I got no reason to lie about that.

Okay, how about acquaintances of your mother and stepdad?

He's not my stepdad.

But he's scum, so he probably hangs out with scum.

When's the last time you talked to your brother and sister?

A week ago.

To Rebecca.

I think something was wrong.

Why?

She answered the phone in the middle of the school day.

I asked her why she wasn't in school.

She said they sent her home.

Mom was... real weird about it.

Something bad happened, but she wouldn't say what.

Rebecca didn't do anything wrong.

She was sent home because she was upset

about the man in the schoolyard.

What man?

Rebecca and her friends were outside playing

when some man tried to talk to them.

I only found out about it

when one of the kids came and told me.

By the time I got there,

Rebecca was at the fence.

And he was...

he was masturbating.

Okay. So what'd you do?

I pulled her away.

And he ran off.

Security couldn't find him.

Several of the girls, including Rebecca,

were so upset that the nurse sent them home.

The police said that I probably scared him off.

And he wouldn't try it again.

But I drew this just in case.

I'm the art teacher.

We should hire this woman.

That's the best sketch I've ever seen.

Precinct that caught the school case

posted them all over the neighborhood.

They had no other leads.

All right, get this out to the media right away.

They're basically waiting for him to try his same tricks.

Well, I wish he would have.

Nobody would expect public indecency

to escalate into a triple homicide,

let alone a double kidnapping.

I mean, if this is our guy, he's lost it.

Or he had nothing to lose.

Somebody emptied out Lila Clifford's bank account.

How?

ATM in Midtown.

The account only had about 60 bucks in it.

So he'd be looking for more.

How long ago?

Bank said two hours.

Get that sketch out to the neighborhood.

See if anybody saw him.

Check the ATM security camera, have the video enhanced.

...asking for your help.

Anyone who has seen Ryan or Rebecca

is urged to call the Manhattan Special Victims Unit.

Just got the footage right now.

Haven't even looked at it.

It's the security camera tape

from the ATM at the corner of 47th and 2nd.

This is the time code for when the card was used.

Hold on. Go back, go back.

There, at the bottom of the screen.

Right there. Pause it.

It looks like a child.

Blonde hair.

He made the boy Ryan use the ATM.

Smart--he's too short for the camera.

Mom must have told him the PIN number.

Wish I could have shown you more.

Well, you've shown us that one of the kids is still alive.

That helps.

Benson.

That was quick.

Made an I.D. on the sketch.

I remembered him right away

'cause he bought this about a month ago.

Spotting scope.

Top of the line-- two grand.

Only sold three ever.

Digital camera,

auto focus, telephoto lens.

What else did he buy?

A couple of kids' sleeping bags.

Rope. And this hunting knife, here.

High-carbon stainless with a gut hook.

No background check required on that, I suppose.

Hey, cash or plastic.

And he opted for the latter.

And we check I.D.

Thanks.

Victor Paul Gitano.

Arrested six weeks ago in Pennsylvania

for molesting a nine-year-old girl.

Subsequently skipped bail.

Registered as a sex offender

for rape of a child with serious bodily injury.

The sex offender status was a result of a 1987 conviction,

when he served 18 years for raping a 12-year-old boy.

Police!

He held the boy prisoner for eight hours,

during which time he also tortured him.

Burned his body with cigarettes,

cut him with a hunting knife,

and sodomized him.

Bedroom's clear!

Clear.

Clear.

Got something.

Little girl was here.

We missed them.

"Mr. Gitano has self-reported

"that as a teenager,

"he sexually assaulted more than a dozen boys and girls.

All strangers."

What are you reading?

Gitano's end-of-sentence psychiatric evaluation.

He maxed out his prison time.

Pennsylvania was attempting to civilly commit him.

"Sexuality and inflicting pain

were fused for him at an early age."

He was a pedophile even back then.

Well, actually, I don't believe that Gitano

is a pedophile in the classic sense.

He's a sadist.

And I suspect that he chooses children

because they're just easier to control.

Tools of the trade.

"Mr. Gitano was sexually excited by violence.

"Pornography does not interest him

unless it depicts pain."

This would be Victor's version of Juggs.

Methods of Torture in the Middle Ages?

In a manner of speaking.

Look at these.

Surgery texts, autopsy books.

All depicting bodies being cut apart.

Who wrote up that evaluation?

Dr. Paula Greenfield,

with the Pennsylvania Department of Corrections.

Gitano was in her treatment program for sexual offenders

for nearly three years before she kicked him out.

Why?

"Mr. Gitano has demonstrated no effort to stop his behavior.

"He has refused to participate in therapy

"and expressed desire

to continue his behavior upon release."

So she just gave up?

Well, there was nothing she could have done

that would have made any difference.

Oh, yeah? Here's something for you.

Commit the bastard.

He didn't fit the criteria.

She said he expressed desire to continue the behavior.

That sounds like re-offending to me.

Yes, but you see,

psychotherapy encourages you to express your desires.

You have to admit your fantasies

without the fear of being punished

as a part of the treatment.

Well, that's a bunch of B.S.

"Although there are grave concerns

"Mr. Gitano is still a risk to the community,

"there is insufficient evidence

"to indicate he meets the criteria

for civil commitment."

She's practically begging the Corrections Department

to dig up more evidence.

Here's something.

The clothes he wore to kill the Cliffords.

Maybe Paula Greenfield

can help us figure out his next move.

Gitano planned this for months,

maybe years.

The identity of the victims didn't matter.

It was the planning that excited him.

Coffee? No, thanks.

Do you have any idea where he might have gone?

Any place that he feels safe?

Not a clue.

I'm not even entirely sure

what his life was like before incarceration.

He was a consummate liar.

He was molested by his mother,

or his mother was an angel.

He moved around because his father was in the military,

or he never knew his father.

After a while, you realize he's just playing you.

Men like Gitano were the reason I left the prisons.

These kinds of sex offenders

have the worst kind of pathology.

Because they make you believe

that you can help them.

You can't help a sociopath.

This whole debate about whether or not

sex offenders can be cured?

Can I cure you

of needing oxygen?

And yet you thought that you could help Victor Gitano.

He's cunning.

Not... not book smart or intelligent.

But he sees weakness in you.

And he exploits it.

And what was your weakness?

My revulsion.

I listened to every intricate, intimate detail

of how he mutilated,

or tormented,

or terrorized,

or humiliated a child.

He would sit for an hour,

weaving his tales

as if he were speaking about a pleasant childhood memory.

I couldn't wait to get out of the room.

He knew that.

He used that.

And in the end, I think that my...

great accomplishment was teaching him how to imitate

normal human behavior.

Essentially, I made him even more dangerous.

Well, I used to treat sex offenders early in my career.

But after a while, it just wasn't enough

to get a guy to admit his fantasies

about his two-month-old daughter.

So why do you think I try to catch them now?

Is there anything that you can tell me

that might help us catch Gitano?

I've got his journals.

And several taped sessions.

And I have spoken with some of his victims.

I'm not sure any of it will help you catch him.

But at least you'll know what you're dealing with.

The incredible part

was the blood.

I--I'd never seen so much of it.

Maybe he had a-- a disease or something,

because it was...

I mean, it was just, it was all over us.

I didn't really know him.

I'd seen him around the neighborhood.

One day he stopped me

as I was walking home from school.

He had something to show me, he said.

Took me to these woods behind our street.

That's when he took out the knife.

Why do you think the blood stuck in your mind?

Well, I suppose, uh...

I suppose it was because he was,

he was such a--

Such a little boy.

Small, you know?

Small bones, hardly any muscle.

Had, uh, this fair, pale skin.

Like a baby.

And it was just kind of funny.

That so much blood could come out of a little person.

Isn't it?

I kept begging him to stop.

I never knew people

would do things like that to your body.

Never knew people could be so evil.

I don't leave here.

You know?

I haven't gone outside for years.

I have a job over the phone.

I help people with their computers.

Order anything I want on the Internet.

Got TV.

It's not a bad life.

It's not a bad life at all.

What do you think happened to that boy?

Him? I don't know.

He lived, though, I know that.

I think he testified against me a couple of times.

I don't-- I don't really think about it.

How many more of these tapes you got?

15.

Well, watch them in your own office.

I'm done.

I don't know how useful they'll be for our purposes.

There's no new understanding

I can glean from watching him lie over and over.

Well, here's what I don't understand.

Why did he decide to murder three people

to kidnap his victims?

It's completely new behavior.

His arrest six weeks ago was probably the trigger.

He had a fantasy that he wanted to fulfill

before he got put away for life.

Unfortunately, he got the chance

when the judge from Pennsylvania granted him bail.

You think those kids are still alive?

I don't know.

But if they are,

they won't be for much longer.

Gitano was just spotted

at the George Washington Bridge bus terminal.

He was here about 45 minutes ago.

He said he was expecting a $500 money transfer.

I didn't recognize him until I saw the kids.

He had the little boy and girl with him?

They were just standing there. - Like zombies. - Where'd they go?

Well, there actually wasn't a money transfer in his name.

But I told him that there was.

I said I just had to process it.

Figured that would stall him until you guys got here.

I just felt so bad for those kids.

I told him it would be ready by 4:00.

That's any minute. We need ears.

You can use this room.

This guy'll get spooked if he sees a cop.

Pull back all uniformed officers

and replace them with plainclothes.

Range should work through most of the terminal.

Have all responding units come in silent.

I don't think we can wait.

Attention please.

There will be no parking...

All vehicles must be parked in authorized parking areas only.

Any vehicle left unattended will be ticketed and towed.

You know, I've been thinking.

This guy's probably going to be really mad.

Well, not at you. Don't worry about it.

Yeah, but he killed people, right?

I should probably call my manager.

Just relax. Do what you normally do, okay?

This is what I normally do.

Do it without looking terrified.

Heads up.

Right there. That's him.

He's coming.

He's coming at you. No kids.

Ryan and Rebecca have to be around here somewhere.

Fin, look for those kids.

He's looking right at us.

All right, I think I'm spooking him. Look away.

Look away.

Don't leave me!

What do I do?

He's running!

Did you see him?

No. Split up.

Yeah.

Fin. Gitano made us.

No sign of the kids.

I'll grab him up top.

Out of the way!

Move, move, move. Police, out of my way.

Out of the way, move.

Ryan.

Ryan!

Hey, buddy.

Come here.

Freeze!

Oh! Oh, my God!

Move!

Olivia!

Oh, my God. No!

No.

It's okay.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Where's Gitano? Go, Elliot.

Go, I'm fine. Go. Go!

Fin?

Don't. What is it?

Killed him, Elliot.

He cut his throat.

The girl?

What about the girl?

Gitano still had her in his arms.

Then he just disappeared.

Your lucky day, Detective.

Couple more centimeters, you'd be buying a pine box.

You won't even need a stitch.

I don't suppose you want a day or two off.

Yeah.

I didn't think so.

We got reports of sightings on the bridge,

uptown A train, downtown nine.

Nothing solid.

That kid was right in front of me,

five yards away.

Why didn't he run?

He was traumatized, Elliot.

This man murdered his mother and sister,

possibly right in front of him.

All I had to do was grab him.

A few steps and just grab him.

Now, look, let's not go down this road right now.

Elliot, it was chaos.

There was nothing that you--

Please, don't try to help me out right now.

Why did Gitano bring them to this location

and risk getting IDed?

Maybe he's local.

He could be holed up in the neighborhood.

Captain!

Just got word of a carjacking two blocks away.

He had a little girl with him. Go.

I was driving up the street.

He just jumped in front of my car.

He had this little girl in his arms.

He--there was blood all over him.

Was the girl hurt?

I don't know. I mean, she was crying.

He pulls out this big knife.

He tells me to get out of the car.

I just did what he told me to do.

I mean, I was so scared.

Get all the information on the car.

Officer Ramirez here will take you home.

Thank you.

Hey, let's get back to the house.

Wait.

Look, this is the one street

that we know that he's not on.

Elliot!

Elliot, what the hell are you doing?

Car has a flat tire.

So what?

Why here? Why'd he come to this street?

Because he knows that the bus station

is crawling with law enforcement.

Yeah, or he was coming back to get his car.

But he couldn't drive it, so he took another.

How do you know that this is his car?

Check out the tags.

There are none. He stole this.

And now we know who's supposed to send him the money.

Eddie Loomis, 500 bucks. Area code 856.

That's South Jersey.

I didn't send the money.

He thought you did.

I said I would.

Don't lie to me.

I'm not.

I just wanted to get him off the phone.

It was 4:00 in the morning.

Hey Eddie, right now,

you're an accessory to murder.

No, I have no idea what he did.

Don't lie to me.

Where did Gitano get--How do you know him again?

We were buddies in the Air Force.

I haven't seen him in 20 years.

Where is he right now?

I have no idea!

Where was Gitano calling--

If I find out you know anything--

Anything.

I'm going to hunt you down.

You're free to go.

Hey.

Hey. He doesn't know anything.

You got something you want to say to me?

'Cause if you do, let's hear it.

Why didn't you shoot Gitano?

He was using the child as a shield.

How could you let him get so close to you?

There were innocent civilians around.

I couldn't get a shot.

Well, he got close, and Ryan's dead.

So this is my fault?

I can't do this anymore.

I can't be looking over my shoulder,

making sure you're okay.

You son of a bitch. You know that's not--

I need to know you can do your job

and not wait for me to come to the rescue.

All right, that's enough.

Knock it off.

Now, in case you've forgotten,

there's still a little girl out there with a psycho.

If we're lucky,

and he hasn't already slit her throat.

If I have to say this again to you,

you're both suspended.

Now get your asses down to the morgue.

Warner's got something to show you.

How's the search?

Sucks.

Too bad.

When you find this monster,

give him a special kick in the nuts for me.

Will you? So what have we got?

These are the clothes the little boy was wearing.

This jacket is actually an adult size.

So it's either Ryan's stepfather, or Gitano's.

I'm hoping it's Gitano's.

I want to show you something. Hit the lights.

When I was taking autopsy photos,

I noticed something strange.

Watch this.

Flashing.

What is that?

It's something phosphorescent.

It reacts to the light.

The lab hopefully--

Why haven't you already sent it?

I sent it when I saw it, Detective.

I'm waiting for the results.

So why are we here, for a light show?

Come on. Next time, use the phone.

Sometimes all that brooding intensity is just annoying.

This cell phone was found with the boy as well.

It's locked. You'll need a security code.

All the family phones have been accounted for.

This one must belong to Gitano.

You are going to love me.

The phone belongs to Gitano.

Better.

It belongs to his employer.

K & V Trucking.

They think his name is Victor Franklin.

How is that better?

Because, like many companies,

K & V doesn't entirely trust their employees.

That's why they opted

for a little technological reassurance.

Back-end tracking.

Which is?

All cell phones have GPS locators.

But they only transmit when 911 is dialed.

The cellular company offers this service

for an additional fee.

You can track your employees, or your 15-year-old daughter.

All the time?

As long as the phone is on.

And it doesn't just give you the cell site.

Latitude, longitude, altitude, and speed.

Victor Paul Gitano's whereabouts for the past month.

You're right. I do love you.

Come in.

I heard about yesterday at the bus terminal.

It's terrible.

I'm really sorry.

You know, in situations like this--

Please don't tell me there's nothing I could have done.

Thanks.

I was going to say that in situations like this,

there's no good choice.

Every choice becomes a sacrifice.

Not true.

You had to choose

between saving the little boy or saving Olivia.

Yeah, but she didn't need me.

You didn't know that.

I wish I didn't...

Didn't what?

Didn't care so much?

Elliot, that's what makes you a good partner.

She made me turn away.

How?

How did she make you do anything?

She didn't.

It was my choice.

Nobody else was responsible for it but me.

Thanks.

Elliot...

Detective Stabler.

Yeah.

Great, what do you got?

Repeat that second one.

All right, thanks.

Lab results on the glowing substance

from Gitano's jacket.

What is it?

Traces of copper and zinc cadmium sulfide.

What the hell is that?

I know what it is.

In the '50s and '60s,

the military secretly sprayed it all over the country.

They were trying to determine how nuclear fallout travels,

and zinc cadmium sulfide is of a similar weight.

Of course, it was later determined to be carcinogenic,

and the military claimed they never knew that.

Gitano used to be Air Force.

Now, how the hell would he get it on his jacket now?

He could have been on a military base

where they stored the stuff.

An abandoned installation.

Maybe it was even one of those EPA Superfund sites.

God knows they haven't cleaned those up.

You should call Olivia.

Where is she?

Tracking Gitano's cell phone.

She has a list of everywhere he's been this month.

Benson.

Oh, some rat hole restaurant in Jersey.

They don't remember seeing Gitano.

Okay, what's your next stop?

I think it's, uh, Canton Road.

Yeah. Canton Road, near Route 44.

About 15 miles from here.

I'm going to meet you there.

Do you have any military bases on your list?

I don't think so. Why?

Wait for me.

What is this place?

Metal plating facility. It looks deserted.

Good a place as any to hide a kidnap victim.

Yep.

Plus, I think it was once your military installation.

Check this out.

"Warning, restricted area."

As per Secretary of Defense.

I'm calling for backup.

Tell them we can't wait.

Cigarettes.

Drop it!

Drop your weapon now!

Drop it!

Drop it or I'll shoot him.

Don't be an idiot, Gitano. Put the gun down--

Pull the trigger. Don't even think about it.

You hear me? He's going to die.

I'm gonna kill him. Shoot him.

Shut up. Everybody shut up.

Victor.

There's no way out of this.

Stop talking!

You know what's going to happen if you don't put that gun down.

Now, enough people have died.

Olivia.

And I know that you don't want to die.

You could have pulled the trigger

on Detective Stabler.

And then I would have had to kill you.

But you didn't do that.

You didn't do that, because you're being smart.

You've only got one chance.

You gotta take it.

Where's Rebecca, Victor? Is she alive?

I'm not gonna tell you dick until you drop the gun, bitch!

Shoot him!

Shut up, Elliot.

Stop moving or he's dead.

And then what?

Do you really think that you're going to walk out of here?

Because that's not going to happen.

Now, this is your choice.

Dead or alive.

If I go, he goes.

Victor.

Tell us where Rebecca is

and we can end this right now.

Dead.

I used her up and I bled her dry.

You want to hear how she screamed?

How she begged for her mommy? Stop it.

She was a slut, that one. A real little whore.

And I'm looking at a dead man!

Any closer,

and you're gonna be wearing his brains

on your coat!

Olivia.

There is no reason

to keep this piece of crap alive.

Pull the trigger right now.

Olivia, pull it!

Shoot him!

You know,

you know that little girl--

It's possible that she isn't dead.

She could be locked up in this building somewhere, huh?

Or someplace else 50 miles away.

You don't really know, do you?

You're a liar.

Yeah, well, that's the point.

Tell us where she is, Victor.

She's here. She's not dead.

Otherwise, he would have been long gone.

Unless you like them dead.

You sick like that too, Gitano?

You like to play with corpses?

Yeah, I love that. The deader the better.

They don't fight as much.

Olivia, you think about me,

Rebecca is dead.

Pull that trigger. Shoot him.

Shoot him.

Olivia, shoot him.

Yeah, do that.

But you better make sure you take me out with one shot.

One...

perfect, perfect shot.

Of course, my reflexes are pretty tight.

I could pull the trigger before the bullet even hits me.

Or maybe you miss me altogether.

Either way, there's an 80% chance

I'm gonna take this guy's head clean off!

But you try it, definitely.

It'll probably turn out great.

You can kill us both, Victor.

You'll still never walk out of here.

Right.

Right, 'cause uh...

'Cause you got some buddies coming, huh?

When's that going down?

Any minute.

Great.

Great.

Just tell us where you hid her.

You know, you could put the gun down.

At least then you might find her.

Otherwise, she's gonna die.

She's gonna die, he's gonna die,

and it'll be all your fault.

Just like the little boy.

How's your neck?

It's not the same thing, Olivia. You know that.

Yes it is, Olivia.

God, you two. Couple of screw-ups.

How could you let that little boy go?

Olivia, look at me.

Maybe you're just incompetent.

You can do the right thing. I didn't.

I made that choice with Ryan, and it was wrong.

Elliot.

It was my fault.

- Don't do it. - Shut up!

- Don't make that mistake. - Stop talking.

I would have done the same thing.

I said shut up!

Don't make my mistake.

Drop it! Drop the gun!

Drop it now!

Put that gun down now!

You cops don't come in here, or everybody dies.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

I'll tell you where she is.

Where? She's in a van.

Parked in a garage in Newark. She might still be alive.

He's lying.

I know.

He's never going to tell us.

You're right.

We can all walk out of here alive

if you just put the gun down.

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

Suspect down.

Move in, move in!

Damn, J.B. You took half his face off.

Nice job stalling him.

Let's get an ambulance out here anyways.

Might as well pretend we tried some sort of--

Quiet.

Everybody, quiet.

Rebecca?

Rebecca Clifford?

Say something, honey.

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Rebecca, honey, come on out.

Come on out.

You're safe now. Come on out.

Come on out, Rebecca.

It's okay.

Okay. Okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

The good news is,

they spent most of their time on the run.

He didn't have long enough

to inflict serious physical injury on her.

How's she doing mentally?

She says she doesn't remember most of it, so...

We'll see about that.

I called her father. He's coming down.

If that sniper hadn't beaten you to it...

I know you would have taken the shot, Olivia.

No, I wouldn't have.

Did you really expect me to?

Did you really expect me to cause your death?

What about your kids?

I don't know.

I just couldn't get that boy out of my head.

What about me?

Look, we both chose each other over the job.

We can never let that happen again.

Otherwise...

We can't be partners.

I can't believe you're saying that.

You and this job are about

the only things I've got anymore.

I don't want to wreck that.

I couldn't take it.

Olivia. What's up?

I want a new partner.