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Previously on "NYPD blue"...

I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth about my condition.

I'm just glad you're feeling better.

I was afraid if I told you I'd scare you off.

You could have trusted me.

I know that now.

And I want you to know i'm seeing my shrink again.

Plus, I'm back on my meds.

It'd be a lot easier if I knew you were gonna be there

at the other end.

I'll be here.

You don't have to worry about that.

So we can start over?

Sure. The important thing right now

is for you to take care of yourself.

I will.

Okay.

You okay?

Maybe we jumped back in too quick.

It's okay.

What's wrong?

I don't feel anything-- I mean, sexually.

It's the meds?

Yeah, it's like my libido's completely gone.

Okay, it's all right.

See, this is why it's so hard to stay on them with you

because you're perfect for me.

I've never been this happy.

But when I take the pills, it's like I'm on a leash,

and you're there, but you're just out of reach.

Going off the medication-- that's not an option.

I know.

That's why I can't be with you, John.

Because if we're together,

you're not gonna have the sex life you want,

and it'll only be a matter of time

till I go off the medication again.

Well, we'll work around it.

We'll find a way to be in each other's lives.

I can't.

I can't go from being your lover to just being your friend,

pretending I'm happy for you

when you find someone else you'd rather be with.

Do you understand?

Jen, come on, you don't have to leave right now.

Remember when we were gonna meet

at the flea market on 26th street one sunday?

Yeah.

And I was looking around,

and I turned and spotted you walking towards me,

and you had this big smile on your face,

and it made my heart feel so warm

because I thought,

"this is my man, and he looks so happy to see me.

I remember that. I was.

The way that made me feel...

I'm always gonna carry that with me.

That's always gonna make me happy.

Maureen dickerson, two in the back of the head.

Super heard the shots and called it in.

He know the girl?

Said she was an elegant young woman.

He's some kind of writer on the side.

Anyway, he said she was quiet.

Yeah, she was executed mob-style.

Name's Maureen dickerson-- doesn't sound Italian.

Super said something

about Russians hanging around yesterday.

He took down a license-plate number.

We called it in-- waiting to hear back.

Haven't got anything past that.

Dickerson's an English name.

Like son of dicker-- dickerson.

Medavoy, we're past solving the case by name origin.

I'll start up a canvass-- alone.

Mayor's going to the Bahamas today,

and they needed more guys on the detail.

So Baldwin's on a paid vacation,

getting a tan, which he doesn't even need.

Let's go back to the super.

Name's Tim semple.

Tim?

This is my partner, detective sipowicz.

You the super? You look like a professor.

I'm handy, so I super the building to subsidize my poetry.

Tell US about the Russians.

I'm writing a cityscape, a free form cityscape,

so I try and take note of everything around me.

And yesterday, I saw two Russian guys

sitting in a car outside talking,

and it seemed like they were watching the building.

Did you hear what those guys were saying?

I don't understand Russian.

I'd love to learn it to read dostoyevsky in the original.

Yeah, me, too. What'd the guys look like?

Very similar and very slavic.

Mid 30's.

Driver had a Julius Caesar haircut.

Both their heads were round with distant-set eyes.

They wore black leather jackets

with unbuttoned silk shirts, gold chains,

and they smoked unfiltered cigarettes

that they rolled themselves.

I checked after they left.

What kind of car?

A newer blue impala.

I wrote the plate number down

because they had a look in their eyes that just said badness.

I feel really terrible for Maureen.

She was an elegant girl.

We heard.

Anything else you can think of?

That's it.

Yeah, registration came back to a Russian guy on Brighton beach.

That's a Russian neighborhood, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Good luck.

I wish I could have been more of a help.

Tim, most guys saying their poets,

I'm prone to spit on their shoe and tell them to get a life,

but you got an eye.

Just might have a shot.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

You know anybody that lives in this apartment?

No.

You haven't seen anybody come in and out of here?

No. I'm sorry.

You know an Igor ostapek?

No.

What's your name?

Ilia. Ilia andropov.

You live here?

No, no, my friend does.

You should knock a little harder.

His wife sleep during day. That's why I knock softly.

Yes?

You know this guy?

No. Why?

Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

Everything all right?

Everything's fine. Thanks for your help.

Wrong door.

Yeah, detectives. Let's talk.

What was that all about?

Told him you two were my cousins.

Joke, joke. I just said hello.

That apartment we were knocking at, you live there?

No.

Then who were you looking for?

I've been in United States six months.

Now, it's very hard to find job.

In Brighton beach, lots of Russians.

No one helps each other unless you're family,

so it's been very difficult.

Who were you looking for?

Yes, yes.

At the bar, having a drink,

this man tells me to go to that apartment,

and there will be a man there that would give me--

how do you say that? A loan.

Right.

So I go to that apartment.

When I see you, I understand you are police,

so I try to avoid problem.

I really sorry for doing this.

This guy you met at the bar, you remember his name?

No.

So this guy, he tell you to ask for anyone

when you went to that apartment?

Ivan.

What were you doing earlier this morning?

I was looking for job.

In Russia, I am-- how do you say?

Bus boy. Yes?

That's how I learn my English.

American business tourists.

You got a criminal history, ilia?

Because I'm Russian, you ask me this?

A Russian who lied to my face earlier.

I lied because in my country, with police--

do you have a criminal history? No.

When we run your name, we're not gonna find anything bad?

No. I work.

I keep my eyes away from trouble.

No.

All right.

Well, we're gonna keep you downstairs

while we check your story out.

That means what?

A cell.

I'm going to prison, you say?

No, we're putting you in a holding cell

until we confirm you're telling the truth.

If you are, you walk.

Okay.

All right, let's go.

You stalling him?

Until we run his story. Which is?

Six months in the states, honest immigrant.

Anything to dispute that?

The accent, the country he's from.

Nothing really.

We'll run him through b.C.I. If he checks out, he's gone.

Maureen dickerson-- her roommate said

the girl got fired from her job two days ago.

Did her roommate say why?

Wouldn't talk about it, but the roommate said she was upset.

Yeah, she worked for some upscale, odd photographer,

Susanna howe.

Her studio's right across from Chelsea piers.

We'll talk to her. Run ilia?

Sure.

I thought you'd have left by now.

That was the doctor's office. They're running behind.

And you're sure you don't need me for anything?

There's not a lot to see on the first ultrasound.

Heartbeat, maybe, a little movement?

When we find out if it's a boy or girl,

then you gotta be there.

Call me when it's done.

Susanna howe had a piece in the New York timesmagazine,

a photo essay on death-row inmates.

Yeah?

Detective sipowicz and Clark, miss howe.

Need to ask you some questions about Maureen dickerson.

Regarding what?

Maureen got assaulted in her building.

She didn't see who did it.

She accused me? Is she joking?

Sounds like you didn't get along well.

I never touched her.

I may have raised my voice, and that's not illegal, is it?

You recently raise your voice, like, when you fired her?

I suppose.

Tell US about it.

She broke a rule about cell phone calls.

And you fired her for breaking it?

I fired her because when I was re-explaining the rules,

she threw her phone against the wall and called me names.

Did the argument end there?

It ended when I caught her stealing a haselblad case

she said was hers for severance.

You find anything else missing?

No.

Any feelings of revenge after finding her ripping you off?

No.

Friend of mine said that you shoot pictures of convicts.

That's right.

Any of 'em owe you favors?

I don't understand.

Like "my assistant's a thief. I need her ass kicked."

You don't look like somebody who gets her hands dirty personally.

I don't think I have anything else to say to you.

If you did pull a contract, you want to tell US now,

'cause it didn't go according to plan.

The girl's dead.

Maureen's dead.

Shot twice.

Wow.

Yeah, wow.

And when we pull your phone records

and find contact with a con who rolls over on you,

that's gonna be a huge wow,

because you'll be looking at felony murder.

I've had enough. I need to talk to my attorney.

That's putting up a red flag to US.

I didn't do anything to Maureen,

and I have no more time for this,

so you'll just have to deal with my lawyer.

There's a Brad cutchel downstairs,

says he needs to talk to a detective.

Send him up.

No record for ilia andropov. Visa's clean.

Where's Andy and John?

They're on their way back from the d. O. A.'S former employer.

They said the lady lawyered up, and she's worth a further look.

Get ilia's current information, then kick him.

Excuse me. I'm Brad cutchel.

What is this regarding, Mr. Cutchel?

My car's been getting broken into.

All right, you have any time before your appointment?

Yeah, have a seat, Mr. Cutchel.

So, you've been parking on the street?

Yes.

Same place every night?

Yeah, just about.

Anyone you can think of who'd be doing this?

No.

Lots of kids in the neighborhood?

Maybe playing a prank?

Maybe.

Well, let me get your address

and where you park your car and--

what are you doing?

This is a bomb!

If you don't release ilia-- ilia andropov-- in one hour,

it'll be blown up.

Andy, don't move!

Nobody move!

Are you friends with ilia?

No. No, they abducted me. They took my daughter.

These cuffs are wired to the detonator.

They'll be calling, and I have to answer on the first ring.

Who's "they"?

I don't know!

Please, please, just do what they ask, or the bomb goes off!

This guy, Brad cutchel, run him.

I want to know everything

about him and his daughter, if he has one.

Bomb squad's on their way.

Make sure they know about this bomb being booby-trapped.

Get 6-0 squad to go through the apartment at Brighton beach.

Where you going? Talk to the Russian.

We need to get him evacuated.

He's not going anywhere.

Go with him. I'll get 6-0 squad on the apartment.

What's all the noise?

You know a Brad cutchel? No.

He just walked in here with a bomb secured to his body.

He handcuffed himself to a detective upstairs.

He's demanding your release.

My-- I don't know this person.

He's saying somebody put him up to it.

Who's doing this? I don't know.

You are not gonna get released,

not as long as that bomb is next to our detective.

All it's gonna do is gonna get you in serious trouble.

I don't know what is happening.

Lose the bus boy act, you understand me?!

Now, what is going on?

Okay. Okay. I talk to you now.

In my country, I was leader of you call it rebel group, yes?

I have people here who are in this group.

They are very loyal to me.

Some of them must have heard I was taken to the police.

Now they're doing this to let me out.

Who? I don't know.

You're gonna give me names.

I swear to you, I don't know.

Our group is now, um...Scattered.

Still very loyal.

You call it off.

I don't know how.

Please, listen to me.

For my people, something like this--

using violence to protect each other-- it's very easy.

You should let me go.

If you do, they will not use the bomb.

When it comes to protecting someone in my life,

violence is very easy for me, too.

If anything happens to that detective upstairs, you're dead.

Do you understand?

Just let me go. Nothing will happen.

Brad?

They told me not to say anything

unless it's about Mr. Andropov being released.

But they're not here right now,

so I need you to tell me everything you know,

or we have to assume you're involved.

I swear to you, I'm not.

Did they give you that phone to use?

No, it's mine.

I need you to write down that number for me.

No, they told me not to do anything but sit here,

or they'd kill my daughter.

The only way to prevent that is by cooperating.

All you have to do is release ilia andropov.

They're working on that.

Meantime, I want that cell phone number, right now.

This is Brad's cell phone number that they're calling in on.

Who planted the bomb? He says he doesn't know.

Were they Russian guys?

Yeah.

Had you ever met 'em before?

How's that work?

I was walking my daughter to school.

We got grabbed off the street, put in a Van, and blindfolded.

They said if I didn't do this, they'd kill her.

Where'd they take you? I don't know.

Will you please release ilia andropov now?

What street were you taken from?

I'm here. I'm in the detective's office.

Squad room.

The squad room. I did everything you said.

Say we need to talk to 'em.

Tell 'em to call on a land line

because that cell signal might set the bomb off.

He heard you.

He doesn't care.

Tell him if there's gonna be anything worked out,

we need to talk to him.

He's gone.

Brad, if you got any control of this situation,

you tell US now and let US help you.

I don't! No, I can't talk any more.

I just want my daughter back.

Tell US where you and your daughter were abducted from.

I don't know! You're wasting time.

Take it easy, Brad. We'll be back in a little while.

Connie?

I'm all right.

They're concerned 'cause I'm pregnant.

I'm so sorry.

The feds didn't recognize ilia's photo,

but their Russian expert is coming in from Philadelphia.

We got one hour.

Well, that's the best they can do.

I guess there's not a lot of intel on Russian rebel leaders.

This guy's Russian mafia.

Not a lot on Russian mafia, either.

This is cutchel's cell phone number, all right?

Have tararu start tracking all incoming calls.

See if they can clone it.

So, Brad cutchel, single father, wife died three years ago.

He does have a 9-year-old daughter.

She didn't report to school today.

He owns a diner-- no priors.

Are we thinking that

this guy is somehow involved with these Russians?

We don't know.

You two get back to the d. O. A.'S apartment and search.

Re-canvass. Ilia might still be related to this mess.

Know what we should do?

Take that son of a bitch up from the cells

and cuff him to cutchel.

Next time his boys call,

tell them if the bomb goes, he goes.

Yeah, if it does, we go up for murder.

Not a jury in the world would convict US.

You never know what a jury will do.

How did they know we had their boss in here?

We hauled him in from Brighton beach.

It's not like the place ain't crawling with Russians.

Over here, fellas.

I got to think here.

I just got to think.

Let me catch you up to speed. We got two people upstairs.

The old man in the hallway.

What about him?

Ilia said something to him when we were walking out.

Yeah, that old man definitely knew who ilia was.

Yeah, I'll call back to the 6-0 squad,

have them bring in

every old Russian male that lives in that building.

Any suspects?

Not yet.

Is he one of the guys you saw in the car outside?

I can't tell for sure.

So, the license plate I wrote down was helpful?

Well, it certainly got the ball rolling.

But no one's in custody?

That's correct.

Did the d. O. A. Talk about her former boss, a photographer?

Never.

All right, thanks.

Everything happens in threes.

How's that?

No, it's just that last week,

Mrs. Carlisle broke her hip when she fell down the stairs,

and then another tenant had a dead cat nailed to her door,

now this.

Although, of course, this is infinitely worse.

I'm sorry. I'm babbling. This has got me so shaken up.

Who had the dead cat?

Katie Driscoll.

I'll talk to you later. I'm sorry.

We got it, thanks.

Hi, Katie, I'm detective Ortiz. This is detective medavoy.

This is just-- this is terrible.

Yeah, it is.

We heard something about a dead cat nailed to your door.

Five days ago.

I called the police, and they stopped by,

but that was about it.

Was there a note or anything?

There wasn't.

Do you have any idea who'd do it? No clue.

You ever see this guy before?

No. Why?

You have a roommate?

I don't.

I mean, my dad has been staying with me the last few weeks.

Where's he?

Out. He does volunteer work.

We need to talk to him.

He didn't know anything about the cat, either.

Well, can you get him on the phone, please?

Like, now?

Like, right now, yeah, we're in a real time crunch here.

Okay.

How old's your daughter?

She's 9.

You think she's okay?

I mean, in situations like this,

would they actually hurt a little kid?

No. It's just a bluff.

Shouldn't we be trying to contact your wife?

She died of leukemia three years ago.

Please, let's just be quiet now.

No one can hear you, Brad.

They just said that to scare you.

It worked.

So, why do you think these guys picked you and your daughter?

I have no idea.

'Cause just grabbing a guy off the street is pretty rare.

Are there a lot of Russians in your neighborhood?

I've never known them to be anything but decent.

Do you keep a pretty set routine,

like when you walk your daughter to school?

Same time, every day.

Do you pass any place you'd consider sketchy,

like where guys like this might hang out?

No, no. I don't know.

What kind of work do you do?

I own the country kitchen over on 10th street.

Diner.

You know it?

Been by.

A lot of Russians come into the restaurant?

Sure.

You got a problem with any of 'em? No.

They said, "pick a woman."

I never would have come near you if I knew you were pregnant.

Don't worry about that, Brad.

Let's just keep thinking here.

What kind of coward puts a pregnant woman in danger?

A guy looking out for his kid. All right?

I should have stopped them on the street.

I should have fought harder.

Take it easy, Brad.

What did I do?

Brad, what's done is done. You can't get worked up.

Can we get a ballistics shield around her?

Won't do any good. Guy's got 5 pounds of c-4 on him.

It's me.

They want to know why ilia hasn't been released yet

and said if you underestimate them,

you're making a huge mistake.

Why don't you just let him go?

I don't understand why you can't do that.

If it comes down to that, they will, okay, Brad?

Just take it easy.

Boss, what about letting the Russian walk out of here?

We were gonna do it this morning, anyway.

I floated that to chief Clifford 10 minutes ago.

They won't negotiate.

I'm sorry.

All right.

We got calls coming in from pay phones all over the city,

so they're on the move,

and still no word from this guy's daughter.

What kind of time we got left?

It's been 25 minutes since the first call.

Like, exactly? I mean, somebody keeping clock?

I just ran cutchel's credit cards.

He's got hits at online gambling sites,

and his bank says he's overdrawn.

He's in debt to these guys. This lying asshole.

We need to talk, Brad.

I think we found a way to help you out.

What do I have to do?

Just listen up.

All this that's happened here can go away.

All we need is the name of who you owe.

What are you talking about?

We know about the gambling. We know you're in debt.

Did you get in over your head with these Russians?

Are you working off some money?

No, I swear, no.

You got computer gaming on your credit card.

You're overdrawn at the bank.

That's got nothing to do with this.

Then how do these guys know you?

Maybe from my diner. I swear to god, I don't know!

I'm telling you right now,

this is your last chance to walk away.

You give US the name of who's doing this,

and you'll see your daughter again--

it's me.

He said 30 minutes.

Andy?

Guys from the 6-0 brought in

that old man ilia was talking to this morning.

Brad, last time.

Please, listen to me. Just do what they want!

Do you speak English?

Yes.

This morning, in the hallway,

the man that we were with, do you know him?

No.

What did he say to you when we were walking away?

"Good morning. Have a nice day."

No, that's not what he said he told you.

I'm an old man.

My memory...

He says his name is ilia andropov.

We have him in a jail cell.

People that work for him planted a bomb upstairs.

They say they're gonna blow it up unless we let him go.

I'm sorry.

This bomb is attached to somebody, do you understand?

Yes.

That's...very terrible.

Who is he? Who works with him?

I-I don't know.

You do know, and you're gonna tell me,

or I am gonna deport every person related to you

in this city.

I'm just an old man.

Who is he?!

Someone I'm more afraid of than police!

I'm sorry.

So he's a mobster.

Gang, mafia?

Does he have family?

Do you know somebody who knows him?

Tell me!

I'm sorry.

Make sure nobody comes down here.

Call it off.

How many times I can tell you? I don't know how.

Get on your feet.

There's no rebel group.

You're just a mafia punk, so you know who's doing this.

Call it off!

Just let me go...

And all this will end.

Better do what he says, ilia.

There's not gonna be anything left of you to bargain with.

You're making a big mistake.

You want to do this kgb-style, that's fine with me.

Call it off!

I can't.

Call it off!

No.

I walk away, or the bomb explodes--

that's all there is.

This is my dad, Barry.

Thanks for coming in.

Of course. I heard about the murder.

That's awful. What's going on here?

A police matter. Katie, can you give US a minute?

Sure.

Can you step around here, sir?

Sure.

Yeah.

You seen this guy around your building at all?

No, I haven't. Why? Who is he?

Maybe a suspect in a murder.

Did you know the girl who got killed?

No. I'd seen her around.

How long you been staying with your daughter? Two months.

Where you from?

Here. I was a workaholic,

so I basically cashed out, traveled around the world.

Now I'm back, easing into things.

Your daughter have anybody after her?

No, not that I can think of.

Does she know the D.O.A. at all?

No, why?

'Cause someone got killed in your building today.

Your daughter and the D.O.A. are the same age.

We're just throwing it out there.

Why don't you ask Katie?

We did. We're just checking.

I understand, but you're way off.

Katie's never been in trouble in her life.

So there's nothing you can help US with?

There isn't. I'm sorry.

Okay, thanks.

All right.

We don't got an exact timing on this looney's clock,

but an hour's coming up.

We ought to be clearing out nonessential personnel.

It's been taken care of.

We talked to this Barry Driscoll, boss.

This dead cat thing?

Not a lot to go on.

It sure was worth pursuing.

Right now, everything is.

We'll keep working it.

What the hell?

Dumpster next door just blew up. We got people hurt!

You, help out with the wounded, and keep your heads up!

Something else could go.

I need some help over here.

Andy?

Dumpster down the street.

My god. My god.

Relax, Brad.

Andy, this is serious.

It's being handled.

You know I love you, right?

I love you, too. We're getting you out of this.

I want you to stay off the second floor.

Let the bomb squad handle it.

Andy, we have kids to raise.

Don't talk like that.

It's me.

He said do what they want, or we're next.

There he is. Special agent Dan markoff.

He heads a Russian organized crime task force for the feds.

You know this guy we got in the cell?

No. No hit on the prints, either.

The guy's hooked up.

He must be new-- that's the only reason I can give you.

But I got calls out.

I'm trying to narrow down which family he might be with.

Excuse me.

Anything else on cutchel?

Nothing past being overdrawn and hitting gambling sites.

His employees have him being as steady, behavior-wise,

nothing that would indicate he's in to anyone for money.

And still, his daughter hasn't turned up.

This Katie Driscoll, she checks out, boss.

Her dad, Barry, doesn't.

He gave US a story about he's retired, doing volunteer work.

He's been popped twice for possession of crack

in the last month.

An undercover narcotics cop who works the park

says Driscoll's a full-blown crack addict.

Why are we looking at him hard in the first place?

His daughter, Katie, lives in the same building as the d. O. A.

They look alike.

Seeing as Katie got a dead cat nailed to her door,

maybe that was a warning from someone.

And the d. O. A. Getting shot from behind,

maybe they were gunning for Katie instead.

The dad's the only one in that building with a criminal past.

All right, give me the address. I'll take this.

Yes?

Detective Clark, 15th squad.

You looking for Katie? 'Cause she went back to work.

No, I'm looking for you.

Is there a problem?

At my precinct right now, there's a guy with a bomb.

He was sent there

to try and free a Russian who we have in custody.

He says his name is ilia andropov.

Never seen him before in my life.

You ever been arrested?

No.

Drug problem?

I experimented with pot in college.

What's the problem, detective?

I've dealt with crackheads a lot,

and the policy is always a lie first,

but eventually, after a couple of hours,

they finally get to the truth.

Now, normally, I'd play that game with you,

but I don't have the time right now,

so you're gonna tell me what's going on right now--

next thing out of your mouth.

If you don't, I lock you up,

make sure you do time,

right after I punch you in the face about 15 times.

Okay, okay, okay. I have a small drug problem.

My daughter doesn't know anything about it.

Bullshit she doesn't know!

And you're dragging her down along with you!

Those Russians who killed that girl this morning,

they were looking to kill Katie, weren't they?!

Answer me!!

They threatened to kill both of US.

I didn't know what to do.

They screwed up.

They set a bomb up in a police station.

They are going away.

I don't want to die.

You won't, if you tell me who they are!

Barry!

His name is Victor potvan.

I drop off the money

at the Moldova social club at Brighton beach.

You ever see this guy, ilia?

I've seen him once.

He's the boss, I think.

I owe 'em 50 grand.

You got a lot of people in danger over this.

If you would have told the truth earlier...

I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry.

Shut up!

Your guy said he was dealing with a Russian named potvan

he'd meet at the Moldova social club?

Yeah.

We've had that social club up a while.

Three times we've heard them say

a heavy hitter was coming in from London.

Yeah, that could be anybody.

It could, but potvan is the brother-in-law

of a big time mobster named ilia rogalav,

wanted in Moscow for drugs

and trafficking pros in London for three homicides.

He was giving US the name ilia andropov.

Seven months ago, ilia fell off the map in London.

Early last year,

his wife and son were granted visas into the states.

Are we saying ilia shot our d. O. A. This morning?

From what we've got, he's more of a behind-the-scenes guy.

When word got out that ilia was taken in by the police,

his boys must have thought we took him in for the homicide.

Or you were bringing him in on the warrants in Moscow

or London, which would put him away forever.

We were gonna let him walk out the door.

Ilia's crew here is very violent and very stupid.

This is right in their kitchen to jump the gun like this.

Where's this guy's family?

We think we have them under a phony name on ninth street.

Give me everything you got. We need Clark back on the phone.

I don't understand why no one's talked to US for so long.

Everyone's working as hard as they can.

Maybe I should try to take this thing off.

No, Brad, leave it alone.

Did you hear that bomb outside?

I did, but messing with that device is a bad idea.

We got, like, minutes here.

Brad, take it easy.

Where you been? What's going on?

We're taking care of things.

Now, I need you to hand me that cell phone.

No way. No way.

I need you to give it to me.

The guy downstairs

doesn't know how to get a hold of who's calling you,

so we need the phone. Now, real calm.

We just don't want to jostle you.

What if they call, and I don't answer?

We're gonna handle it. You gotta do it now, Brad.

I can't.

Brad, that's my husband. I trust him.

You can, too.

I want to write something to my daughter.

Just in case...

You know?

Sure.

What did he tell him?

Not to worry.

Your son absolutely needs to worry

if you don't do what I told you.

Do you believe me when I told you

I didn't know they would do this for me, the bomb?

I don't give a damn.

Either you call it off

or people you care about are gonna suffer.

'Cause I'll take your boy upstairs,

and I will cuff him to that bomb, just like my wife is.

He called it off.

He did tell them to run for it after they let the girl go.

He's all yours.

They can run all they want.

We know who they are, and we're bringing them in.

What's going on?

Ilia called it off. We're gonna get the cuffs off.

We got to deactivate the bomb first.

We don't know if this has another booby trap on it.

The guy called it off. Excuse me if I don't take his word for it.

Get behind the barriers. I'm staying here.

Where's my daughter? Where is she? Is she okay?

She's being released.

Just breathe deep and quit moving.

It's okay, Brad. Let's get through this.

I just want to see her again.

I know.

We got it.

I'm okay.

I'm all right.

You should get to the doctor.

That's where we're going.

They found your daughter.

They should be pulling up any second.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

I'm so sorry.

It's over.

I wasn't behind this. I don't know these people.

We know that now.

Sometimes, you think you got it bad in your life...

Until it's almost taken away.

Daddy!

So what else you need?

A new mitt.

The one you got's only a year old.

Yeah, it's too small.

And the cleats are too small?

Coach says I need 'em soon to break 'em in.

All right. We'll mull this over.

Good.

Connie, are you okay?

I'm fine, sweetheart.

I got it.

No, I got it, squirt. Why don't you hit the bath?

We'll get in some reading before bed.

Yeah.

-

okay, good, yeah.

Rodriguez.

They got in the guy who Barry Driscoll owed money to,

Victor potvan.

He rolled for the D.O.A. this morning

and gave US the guys who set up the bomb.

Good.

Yeah.

Theo's gonna hear something at school.

I'll talk to him after he gets out of the bath.

Maybe I should.

I'll talk to him.

You can tuck him in.

It's all right.

I just--

I know.

It's all right.