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( two gunshots )

No. No.

Hey!

This is why I should have transferred to L.A.

I hate the cold.

Well, bundle up, ´cause the paper says

it´s going to be like this all week.

Great-- rub salt into my wound.

All right, now for people with real problems.

Uh-huh.

Joe Gibson, 26,

defense attorney, works for Legal Aid.

His boss reported him missing

when he didn´t show up for court this morning.

Maybe he didn´t show up because it was too cold.

Single, parents are deceased,

sister lives in Poughkeepsie.

Vivian´s trying to get ahold of her now.

You worked for Legal Aid, right?

It means he defends a lot of bad guys.

Well, maybe he lost a case for the wrong client.

How do we know he was here?

NYPD found his car around the corner.

What´s our young lawyer doing in a place like this?

He was running for his life.

Did you see who was chasing him?

No. Whoever it was

must have run when they heard me yell.

What time was this?

1:00, 1:30.

We´ve had some incidents-- break-ins and such.

They got somebody working the lot 24/7.

You´re absolutely sure it was this guy?

Oh, yeah.

I definitely saw his face.

Looked like he´d seen a ghost.

All right. Thanks.

NYPD found shell casings

in that alley over there,

These are .380s.

Uh-huh.

No wonder he´s running for his life.

Yeah, Mr. Gibson´s been interested

in security recently.

He told me he wouldn´t pay this month´s rent

unless I put another dead bolt in.

Any idea what he was concerned about?

Yeah, he said something

about documents-- not wanting documents

to fall in the wrong hands.

When did this sudden interest

in security begin?

Three weeks ago.

Well, I guess all the locks on the doors

weren´t enough for him.

I found this under the bed.

I hate to tell you, half the people in this city

sleep with one of those under the bed.

Find anything that looked like

an important document?

Nope.

What´s the deal

with this duct tape?

Oh, that´s probably for the...

uh, to keep out the fumes.

We´ve got kind of a cockroach problem,

and the exterminator

has been fumigating all week.

All these postal slips are for the same item.

Did you ever pick up the package?

Oh, no.

No, I don´t accept them

unless the tenant specifically asks.

Do you remember anything

uh, out of the ordinary?

Any visitors, arguments-- anything like that?

Yeah.

Um, night before last,

he was arguing with somebody on the phone.

This was really early--

like 2:00, 3:00 in the morning.

And he was shouting so loud

a couple of the other neighbors complained.

Why don´t you people just leave me alone?

Why don´t you people just leave me alone?!

I don´t have anything to say today!

No, no, I don´t want to talk to Mr. Peterson,

´cause I don´t have anything to say to Mr. Peterson, okay?!

I don´t know how you people found me.

That was not supposed to happen.

That was not supposed to happen.

I don´t know.

Tell Mr. Peterson that I don´t know.

After that, I just left.

I didn´t even knock.

I mean, why make things worse for the guy?

You know anything about this Peterson?

Sorry.

Thanks for your help.

Just let me know when you leave.

Sure.

So, I guess we got to find this Peterson.

WOMAN: Peterson-- no, never heard of him.

Can you tell us anything about Joe Gibson?

He´s great.

He graduated law school top of his class.

Never stops working.

Calls me all hours of the night about cases.

Does he have any enemies?

Well, a criminal defense attorney´s enemies

come with the territory.

Anyone in particular?

There was a case a few weeks ago.

He talked to me about it.

It was giving him some trouble.

Joe.

Nancy, hey.

It´s midnight; go home.

Yeah, I´m just going to finish up this appendix.

When does it have to be filed?

Next week. Next week?

Get out of here.

Nancy?

Have you ever had to recuse yourself from a case?

A couple times, yeah.

Why, what´s up?

I think I got a really bad guy here.

Did you ever have a good guy?

Yeah. I know-- innocent until proven,

everybody gets their day in court...

Yup.

Well, until John Ashcroft says otherwise.

This guy just makes me nervous.

Are you saying that you can´t represent this client?

No. No, I´m, I´m not saying that.

Then do your job.

Tomorrow.

Tonight, go home,

get some sleep.

( chuckling ): You look like crap.

Did you ever find out what case he was talking about?

No.

We´re gonna have to take a look

at all of the cases Joe worked on

in the last few months.

You got a subpoena?

Right here.

Yes, I know

that the post office is busy.

Did I mention that I´m with the FBI?

FBI-- Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Yes.

Okay, so, can you tell me which station it´s at?

Yes, that would be great.

Thank you very much.

Ugh!

Okay, don´t even tell me that´s the box

I´ve been looking for from the post office.

Sorry, I can´t help you there.

Do you remember when the building manager said

that Gibson was having a fight over the phone?

Well, I just spoke to the phone company.

Gibson had his phone disconnected two weeks ago.

Probably a cell phone.

There must have been somebody

in his apartment with him that night.

But the manager said

he only heard one voice.

Yeah, it´s weird. What about

the late night phone calls he supposedly made to his boss?

These are the records

of all the pay phones in his neighborhood.

This is a list of the people

that Gibson was most likely to call.

We´re going to have to cross-reference

and find out which phone he was using.

"We"?

We´ve gone through all Gibson´s cases

for the last year-- there´s no Peterson.

What about friends and family?

There´s no one.

It´s like he doesn´t exist.

I´ve been going over this report from the firearms lab.

They ran the bullet.

The striations match a gun

that was used in a shooting in the Bronx last year.

Who was the shooter?

Paul Newman.

As in Cool Hand Luke?

No, I don´t think so.

Gibson represented a guy

by the name of Paul Newman last year.

He shot somebody,

and he got off on self-defense.

Yeah. Mr. Gibson

was my lawyer; so what?

So what?

Where were you at 1:00 A.M.?

At home, in bed.

I bet you were alone.

No, your mom was there.

If that gun went off,

it wasn´t me who shot it.

Let me tell you something, Mr. Newman.

If your gun was used in a crime, I will personally

make sure that you are charged

as a co-conspirator.

Translation-- your gun, your problem.

Okay, look.

He called, all right?

I´m not a mind reader. When?

Last night, around midnight.

He said he needed my help.

I told him to come by my apartment.

Look, Paul, I need it for protection.

What protection? Is someone hassling you?

He knows where I live.

He came to my house

this morning to see me, but I wouldn´t talk to him.

Who are we talking about?

Peterson. Peterson knows where I live.

Who the hell is Peterson?

Paul, I wouldn´t ask you this

if it wasn´t important, right?

All right, man.

But you got to promise me you´re going to be careful.

I mean, you´re my lawyer.

I might need you again.

I gave him the gun, and then he took off.

If anyone knows where Mr. Gibson´s at,

it´s that cat, Peterson.

Yes, we´re well aware of Mr. Peterson.

( sighing )

You know, Jack, this whole time

we´ve been assuming that he was being shot at.

What if he was the one doing the shooting, huh?

It´s possible.

This is the part they don´t tell you about

in the recruitment video.

I didn´t think people even used pay phones anymore.

Wait a sec; I got something.

Legal Aid.

Legal Aid.

This is the phone he used.

It´s the one around the corner from the apartment building.

Great. Let´s see who else he called.

All right.

ATM photos.

From all over the city.

Okay, this one is from 65th and Lex,

this one is from 23rd and Eighth,

and this one is from down on Houston and Sixth Avenue.

They were all taken the day before he disappeared.

It seems to me

as though he´s working his way downtown,

each time taking out 20 bucks.

Okay, am I the only one that finds this strange?

Have Sam and Martin done an index

on the phone calls made from that pay phone?

They´re working on it.

Danny, would you check with them

and see if any calls were made

to any doctors?

Nice work.

Thanks.

There´s a Dr. Lawrence Brody.

What´s his specialty?

Dermatology. Who else?

Uh, Irene Goldenberg, internal medicine.

Daniel Isenmann, psychiatry.

When was the call to the psychiatrist made?

Oh... ten days ago.

Please, take a seat, right there.

I wanted to talk to you

about a patient of yours, a Joe Gibson.

Joe Gibson?

Well, I actually only saw him once in consultation.

Did something happen to him?

He´s been missing for almost 20 hours,

and from what we´ve been able to determine,

over the last three weeks,

he´s become increasingly paranoid.

Putting extra locks on the doors,

taping up windows.

Uh, he hears voices,

has conversations with nonexistent people.

I also think he believes that these nonexistent people

are following him and trying to kill him--

to the degree that he has obtained a gun.

Now, I know that he´s fired the gun.

I believe he was shooting at no one.

I need to know what your diagnosis of him was.

I´m sorry, Agent Malone.

You know I cannot give you a diagnosis.

Doctor, there is a man out there with a gun

who is dangerous to himself and to everybody else.

I need to find him,

and in order to do that,

I need all the information I can possibly get.

The kind of person

that you´re describing...

is schizophrenic.

He´s a paranoid schizophrenic.

Just because we´re dealing with a schizophrenic

doesn´t mean we´re dealing with a random,

haphazard set of events.

Delusions, which are one of the hallmarks

of this disease, are defined as fixed,

false beliefs.

They´re organized in a systematic fashion.

Wow. We always kind of thought that psych degree on your wall

was one of those mail-in jobs.

No, that would be my bowling award.

My point is this.

I believe that there is a unifying theory

to Joe Gibson´s delusions.

I also believe that he is using

real events and incorporating them into his delusions.

For example, he believes that he´s being persecuted

by somebody named Peterson.

Now, I checked with the building supervisor.

Last week,

an exterminating company came in to fumigate.

The name of the company was Peter & Sons.

He combined the names to create Peterson.

He already believes

that somebody is out to get him.

Seeing the exterminator just enforces the delusion.

Okay, so he´s delusional and paranoid,

and he´s got a gun.

That is not a great combo.

And we have no idea where he´d go

or what he´s trying to do.

Now, like I said, to him, there is a logic.

What we have to do is figure out what that logic is.

Then I think we stand a chance of finding him.

Finally. Well, we found

his sister listed under her married name.

She´s on her way in,

and hopefully she can lend us some insight.

Okay, this is weird.

Joe Gibson sent this to himself.

He just never picked it up.

What is all this stuff?

It´s, like, lists, numbers, initials.

Doesn´t make sense.

Mm, maybe it´s some kind of code.

"Make sure DS knows

about D.P.

A."

DS...

Yep.

Here we go. "Ask DS about 95."

We´ve got to find out if there was a DS in his life.

How ´bout an Alice?

Did you know

that your brother was ill?

I thought it was a possibility, yes.

That´s why I came to see him a couple weeks ago,

make sure he was okay.

And was he?

No. He was scared.

Paranoid?

No, scared of what was happening to him.

Something going on with your windows?

Uh, it´s a... bug thing.

I keep meaning to call the exterminator about that.

Yeah?

Yeah. I´ll, uh...

I´ll get around to that.

Joe, you okay?

Yep. Yeah, fine.

You didn´t sound

so good on the phone.

Uh... I got a lot on my mind.

Well, like what?

Uh... a lot of things.

I´ve, uh...

actually been thinking a lot about Dad lately.

What about him?

Um...

I-I-I-I was thinking about when he got sick.

You know, uh... I don´t really remember that much.

I´m not sure you want to remember.

Um...

actually, I, uh... I do.

Was he, uh... hearing things?

Was he hearing... voices?

Yeah, he did.

Is that starting to happen to you, Joe?

No.

I don´t know.

Joe,

it´s me.

I´m scared, Kate.

I´m scared.

You´re going to be okay.

We´re going to figure this out.

When he mentioned the voices...

...I knew.

Joe´s 26.

So was my father when it started.

So, your father has schizophrenia?

He did. He killed himself.

The next day, I took him to see a psychiatrist for consultation.

We made another appointment for the next week.

I should have stayed, made sure he went.

Excuse me, Mrs. Manning.

I´m, uh, Special Agent Jack Malone.

I´d like to ask you a couple questions about your brother.

Um, did he ever mention

anyone named Alice?

No, I´m sorry.

Do you recognize the girl

in this sketch?

No.

I´m sorry to do this

to you, um...

He made several references

to a "DS" in his date book.

Do you have any idea who he´s referring to?

Yeah. There was someone Joe talked about a lot,

um... an investigator from his office.

I think they were working together, uh...

His name is Dave...

...Santory, Santini,

San something, I think.

Okay, thank you. I´m going to look

into that.

MARTIN: Alice?

FBI.

What do you want?

We want to talk to you

about your lawyer, Joe Gibson.

Never heard of him.

Didn´t he represent you on your soliciting charge?

( sighs ): Did you get that hair color out of a bottle?

Alice, I´m freezing

my ass off here.

When was the last time you saw him?

You know, I could be making a lot of money right now,

instead of wasting my time talking to Goldilocks

and a skinny-ass bear.

How much?

$50.

I´ll give you 20.

I saw him day before yesterday.

He came by here acting all strung out like he was

on drugs or something.

Stop it! What are you doing?!

Alice, I´m getting you out of here.

He´s going to kill you. Come on! Crazy.

Alice, Alice, Alice,

please come with me-- I´ll take you home

to your Mom, Dad-- you´ll be safe. Hey, hey!

What the hell you doing, huh?

I´m saving her.

You´re saving her?

Go on, Alice, get out of here.

Freak.

I walked away.

I didn´t see what happened next.

Is your, uh, business manager

the kind of guy who might get upset

if someone tried to mess with his investment?

Nobody´s ever tried.

Where do we find him?

But you can´t tell him I sent you.

We won´t.

His name is Jimmy.

He hangs out on 123rd Street,

Seventh Avenue.

Thank you. Thank you.

So what´s going on?

Joe´s got himself in some kind of trouble?

He´s been missing for two days,

Mr. Santorum.

Geez, I didn´t know.

Well, what do you need?

Well, we´ve been going through, um, his personal effects,

and we found a number of documents

referring to a "DS".

We´re just wondering if you might be that person.

Sure. I investigated a few cases for him.

And in the last few months?

No, but he did come to me about a month ago.

He was all wound up about it.

Said we had to meet in my car.

I´m telling you, Dave, I got a bad feeling about this guy.

Something´s not right about him.

Something´s not right about everybody you defend, Joe.

Yeah, but this one´s different.

Should´ve seen him when he was talking to the police.

He wasn´t nervous at all.

He´s done this before, Dave...

with other girls, and gotten away with it.

I´m sorry, Joe, I can´t do it.

I´m swamped right now. It´s not going

to take you long-- all the information´s right here:

where he lived, where he worked.

Maybe if you dig around, you´ll find something.

Look it, even if I did have the time,

you´re talking about investigating

one of your own clients.

Now, I don´t got a degree, counselor,

but isn´t that a no-no with you guys?

You know what, Dave? Just forget it.

Hey, Joe.

No, thanks for nothing.

I never figured you for a coward, Dave.

Anyway, that was it.

What was the client´s name?

I don´t know. I didn´t want to know.

Holtzman finds out I´m investigating a client,

I lose my job.

So, you only met with Gibson once about this?

Yeah. Why?

Well, because we found a number of pages

torn out of a date book that referred to "DS"

and that he´d met him several times

in the last few weeks.

Maybe you got the wrong DS.

I told you, man, I didn´t do anything to him!

What do you got?

Joe Gibson´s wallet.

He gave that to me.

So, Joe Gibson just gave you his wallet, huh?

Come on, you can do better than that.

It was two days ago.

He was hassling one of my girls.

Hey! What the hell you doing, huh?

I´m saving her.

You´re saving her?

Go on, Alice, get out of here. Freak.

I need to protect her. I need to take her home.

I can´t let you do that.

Alice and I are partners.

We make a lot of money.

Money?

Fine, here. Take it.

Take it all, take it.

Just let me have Alice.

Hey, tell you what?

I´m going to take your money.

I´m going to keep Alice just for tonight...

...then you can have her.

Okay...

Okay.

Wait, wait.

He took something

out of the wallet-- it was a little picture

or something-- and then he handed it back to me.

I´m telling you, that was it.

That´s a lovely story.

Let´s go.

So, when Mr. Gibson was talking to you

about getting off a case, he never mentioned anything

about a guy who took girls, hurt girls? I mean...

Joe has over a hundred cases.

I wouldn´t really know too many of the specifics.

You don´t remember anything,

nothing about a rapist or pedophile?

You have the case files.

You´d know as well as I would.

Mrs. Holtzman, we´re on the same side.

Well, I guess I´m not used to having the government

going through our confidential files. Well, I guess

you didn´t get the memo: under the Patriot Act,

there´s no such thing as a confidential file.

What do you need?

You know what I need.

( phone rings ) Excuse me.

Hello?

What?

When?

Oh, my God.

I´ll be right there. I´ll be right there.

That was my nanny.

She was bringing my five-year-old daughter Sophie

home from the movies right near our house, and Joe was there.

He took her. He just came up and grabbed her and took off.

What the hell´s going on?

HOLTZMAN: Ment... mentally ill?

Like how mentally ill?

We think Joe may be having a schizophrenic episode.

Is he dangerous?

We don´t know.

How well does he know your daughter?

They met a couple times at the office.

She... she hangs out there sometimes after school.

Ms. Holtzman,

did you ever notice anything odd about their interactions?

No, I didn´t.

Oh, my God.

Alice.

What?

He called her Alice.

Binderman´s going to ding you either way

so make sure you preserve it all for appeal.

And where has my wandering daughter gone?

What, are you getting some tips for opening arguments?

She´s got some great ideas.

Come on, honey, we´ve got to go.

Nana´s going to be there soon.

Say good-bye to Joe.

Bye, Joe.

Bye, Alice.

My name´s not Alice.

It´s Sophie.

I knew that.

( chuckles ): Okay.

What does that mean exactly?

Do you think the Alice stuff...?

We´re not sure.

But we´re going to do everything we can to find her, okay?

How are you feeling about your unifying principles now?

I take it back.

It´s all a random mess.

Well, let´s look on the bright side--

he may not be dangerous.

Most schizophrenics aren´t.

Most schizophrenics also aren´t running around

in five degree weather with a five-year-old and a gun.

Listen. An hour before Sophie Holtzman was taken,

a woman shopping in a mall in Roslyn

was carjacked by a man who looks like this.

This is definitely Gibson.

Gibson took the girl on the upper east side.

What the hell is he doing

getting a car in Long Island?

Okay, I went into his cases

looking for any connections.

It turns out, a month ago, Joe Gibson

represented a man by the name

of Fred Watkins,

who was accused of trying to kidnap

a six-year-old girl

from the same mall that Joe just stole that car from.

What did you say this guy´s name was, Fred Wallace?

Watkins.

There´s a... ( sighs )

reference to an "F.W." in his date book.

All right, here it is.

Uh... he had a meeting

with F.W. at a bar in Soho,

three days before he disappeared.

And didn´t that investigator, Dave Santorum, say

that Gibson was trying to stop some guy

who was hurting girls?

Maybe that guy is Fred Watkins.

And Watkins was exonerated.

The cops didn´t read him his rights

so the judge threw out the case on a technicality.

The whole thing was nuts.

I see this little kid,

she´s wandering in the parking lot,

crying her eyes out.

Can´t find her mommy, she says.

So, I´m taking her back inside the mall,

suddenly five rent-a-cops are all over me.

Tough being a good Samaritan these days, huh?

You said on the phone you wanted my help finding Joe Gibson.

Yeah, we understand that you met him on Monday night at a bar.

Yeah, we met downtown.

I´ve got to tell you, he wasn´t, uh, doing so good.

How´s that?

Well, he was off, you know?

Going on about being followed, people trying to kill him.

Crazy stuff.

Did he mention anything about a girl by the name of Alice?

Not that I remember.

According to the bartender,

he talked about Alice extensively.

So, which is it?

I never heard that name.

Let me tell you something, Mr. Watkins.

I´ve got a very sick man out there with a little girl,

in the freezing cold.

If you´re lying to me

and anything happens,

I will hold you personally responsible and trust me...

...I´m not going to forget to read you your rights.

( phone ringing )

Yeah?

Hey, boss, I´ve got something you might want to hear.

Uh-huh.

What´s up?

Two years ago, Watkins rented an apartment

in Drexel, just outside of Philly.

At the time he was there, a five-year-old girl

named Alice Heller disappeared from her backyard,

which was eight blocks from his apartment,

and the case is still open.

Maybe Gibson figured out that Watkins took the Heller girl.

It might be the Alice he keeps talking about.

Well, here´s a picture of her.

She looks a lot like Sophie Holtzman.

Similar coloring, same hair.

Maybe he confused the two girls.

Where would you take a little girl

if you wanted to save her?

Home to her parents.

( footsteps approaching )

Oh, thank you.

( clears throat ): Mrs. Heller,

uh, I know this is difficult,

but I need to show you a picture of someone

we believe may have been involved

in your daughter´s disappearance.

Is that okay?

Okay. Yeah.

I know him.

We were working on the house,

doing the kitchen and a few bathrooms.

When was this?

About a month before Alice was taken.

The contractor used to work with different crews sometimes.

Um...

I-I´m pretty sure though that the police talked to him.

I... who is he?

You think he has her?

This man´s name is Fred Watkins.

Wait, th-that´s Fred Watkins?

You´ve heard his name before?

Yeah, uh,

the private investigator who called a few days ago

asked if I knew Fred Watkins.

What was this private investigator´s name?

Um... D-David.

David, uh...

I have it. Um...

Santorum? Yes.

Uh, S-Santorum.

You mind if I use your phone?

Yeah.

Thank you.

JACK: Sam.

I just got off the phone with Dave Santorum´s office.

They thought he was on vacation skiing with his kid.

An hour ago, they just got a phone call from Newark.

He´s been hospitalized-- psych ward.

Whoa.

Let´s go. Right.

EMT´s brought him in, no ID.

He was forthcoming with his name but not much else.

He told you his name was Dave Santorum?

Yes.

JACK: I hate to break the news to you, but it´s not.

Jack, if he´s here, where´s Sophie?

My name is Jack. Joe, my name is Jack.

And, um... I need your help.

I´d really like you to help me.

I´m trying

to find, uh, Sophie.

Can you help me with that?

I don´t know any Sophie.

No?

What about Alice? Anyone named Alice?

Dave´s the guy you got to talk to. I...

I-I don´t know anything.

Dave´s your guy.

Dave can help you with that.

Dave?

You talking about Dave Santorum?

Dave.

Dave´s your guy.

I don´t know anything. All right.

( echoing ): Didn´t-Didn´t you tell these people that you were Dave?

I don´t know, I don´t know.

You don´t remember that?

I don´t know. D...

Dave. You need...

You have to talk to Dave. Dave knows where she is.

Look, Joe,

I really need to find Alice,

and I really need your help

to do it.

( echoing ): Just tell me where she is,

tell me where she is...

Agent Malone.

I´m sorry,

but are you going

to be much longer?

He really needs to rest.

Just-Just-Just-Just give me two minutes.

What?

Agent Malone?

A-A-Agent Malone?

W... Why did she call you Agent Malone?

It doesn´t matter. Where are you from?

You from the government?

Do you work for the government? It doesn´t matter.

Why did she call you that?

It doesn´t matter, Joe.

All I want to do... is help Alice.

Sure you do.

Sure you do.

Get anything from the cops?

Yeah.

The State Police picked him up wandering

through traffic on the New Jersey Turnpike with this.

It´s a child´s sweater.

Now, we don´t know yet if it´s Sophie´s.

The nanny did not mention anything about a blue sweater.

We´re checking on it now.

We also found this.

Now, that pimp mentioned

that he pulled a picture out of his wallet.

I´m thinking this is it, and maybe

that´s where he´s headed with Sophie.

Come on.

All right.

He had this with him?

I was just wondering if it was significant in any way?

It´s, uh,

New Hampshire, The White Mountains.

We had a cabin up there

when we were kids.

Is it possible that Joe was headed out there?

I mean, especially

if he had fond memories of the place?

He doesn´t. Uh, not anymore.

This is where our father killed himself.

I´m sorry.

Would you mind telling me what happened?

He, uh, shot himself.

We, uh, scattered his ashes in the lake.

It was in his will.

The place must have meant a lot to him.

Yeah, it did.

It meant a lot to all of us.

I don´t know.

My family moved around so much,

the-the lake was

the only place that really felt like home.

All right.

It feels right that he´s there.

VIVIAN: Hey, I just

got off the phone with the real Dave Santorum.

He´s skiing with his family,

doesn´t know anything about this.

Yeah? Well, I just got off the phone

with the New Jersey State Police.

They found the car that Gibson stole

on the side of the highway, near Newark.

Apparently, he ran out of gas.

The Jersey Turnpike runs straight through Drexel.

Alice Heller´s hometown.

So, he was taking Sophie to Alice´s home.

Yeah, but Martin´s been waiting there.

Obviously, Joe never showed up.

And when they found the car,

it was in the northbound lane.

He was headed back to New York, Viv.

What went wrong?

And where did he leave Sophie?

You know, the temperature

is going to drop below zero tonight.

I know.

JOE: You found her, didn´t you?

You can tell me if you found her.

JOE: You know I can´t tell you that.

You can tell me if you found her.

No. They´ll kill you, remember?

That´s why we did it this way,

to protect you.

Remember?

I know.

She´s safe now, isn´t she?

Joe, isn´t she safe?

I don´t know.

Where is she?

Where is she?

I don´t know.

DANNY ( sighing ): How´s he doing?

I think I´m starting to understand.

What?

How Dave Santorum is connected to all of this.

I think that Gibson

suspected Watkins of killing Alice Heller,

and he went to Dave Santorum for help

to find the body.

Santorum said no, but I think the rejection

from Santorum

sent Gibson even further

into his paranoia to the point where he felt

he was in danger

because of what he knew about Watkins.

So to protect himself,

he used Dave Santorum to continue the investigation.

So, all those meetings with D.S.--

that was just Joe trying to crack the case on his own.

That´s possible.

Hey, guys.

I just got off the phone

with Martin.

The sweater is not Sophie´s.

The sweater is Alice Heller´s.

Alice Heller was wearing a blue zip-up sweater

the day she disappeared.

But how did Gibson get it?

There´s only one way.

Gibson must have found Alice´s body.

He did crack the case.

SAMANTHA: Yeah, either way,

this doesn´t help us find Sophie Holtzman.

Oh, maybe it does.

Gibson´s father killed himself

in the only place that he considered home.

Home and death.

It´s possible that Gibson associates the two.

Maybe Gibson was taking Sophie to Alice´s home,

but took her to where Alice was killed instead.

Oh, so what you´re saying is, if we find Alice Heller´s

body,

we find Sophie Holtzman?

DANNY: Well, that´s great, but

Joe´s never going to give us that information.

No, but I know one place we can get it.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Watkins.

You can go.

It´s about time.

You´ll be happy to know that we found Joe Gibson.

Oh, you found him.

How is he?

Well, you know, he´s pretty confused.

We found him way out in Drexel, Pennsylvania,

just wandering around, carrying a kid´s sweater.

It´s the strangest thing.

Huh.

Well, it´s like you said, the guy is crazy.

Yeah.

Well, once his medication kicks in,

we´ll find out what he was doing up there.

Yeah.

Well, good luck.

Thanks for coming in.

Have I mentioned how cold it is?

No. Not in the last six minutes.

He´s not coming out of his apartment.

He´s never going to take the bait, okay?

He´s been sitting on this for two years.

No. Now, that´s exactly why he´s going to take the bait.

The only thing that links Watkins to this crime,

other than the word of a total nut job,

is Alice Heller´s body.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let´s go fishing.

( engine starting, bell dinging )

He´s on the move.

Danny and Samantha

have him on the Jersey Turnpike

headed south.

( car bell dinging )

Clear.

( boards clattering )

( boards clattering )

FBI!

Stand down!

Get down.

Get down and put your hands on your head.

Down!

Put your hands on your head!

Get down!

I´m cold.

Where´s Joe?

It´s okay, Sophie.

It´s okay.

SOPHIE: Joe said he was going

to get blankets.

Here you go.

Come on, Sophie.

Careful, careful.

Thanks.

JACK: Thanks.

Paramedics say she´s going to be fine.

The E.R.T. dug underneath the elevator shaft

and found human remains.

Looks like a small child.

( car engine starting )

♫ Hey ♫

( laughing )

You, come here, come here...!

♫ So that´s why I´m apologizing now ♫

♫ For telling you I thought that we could make it ♫

♫ I just don´t get enough ♫

♫ To believe that we´ve both changed... ♫

( crying )

Hi.

Um, I don´t know if you remember.

I´m Jack Malone.

We spoke earlier.

What happened?

Well, we, uh...

We apprehended Fred Watkins, largely thanks to you.

W-W-What about the girl?

What about Alice?

Her-Her name is Sophie.

Right.

Sophie.

She´s fine.

She´s really fine.

I just wanted to, um...

thank you.

You take care of yourself.

Thanks.

Thank you.

( whispering ): It´s okay, Joe.

It´s okay.