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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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