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BOY: Daddy!

Daddy!

Caleb!

Caleb, wait right there, I'm coming for you.

Here I come! Daddy.

Stay right there, okay?

Daddy...

Caleb, wait right there.

I got to get your brother, Jaden.

Daddy, don't leave me! Wait right there, Caleb.

Okay, Jaden, hold on. Hold on, I'm coming right there.

Jaden, Daddy's coming for you. Wait right there.

Daddy! Jaden!

Daddy, help me. Daddy, help me.

Daddy, help me, Daddy.

Help me, Daddy.

WOMAN: No kiss?

I wanted to get an early start. I didn't want to wake you.

I'm awake now.

Call me when you get there, okay?

All right, as soon as I get settled.

MARTIN: The arson investigator said that the fire started

somewhere here in the center of the truck,

not in the engine or the gas tank.

Any sign of an accelerant?

They're running some tests,

but he's pretty sure that's what they're going to find.

This windshield was smashed in.

A fire like that would have just melted it.

What time did NYPD call it in?

About 3:00 a.m.

They called his wife, um... Cherise.

She told them he'd left their motel in Queens

yesterday morning, headed to a temporary construction job

in New Jersey.

This isn't on the way to Jersey.

Yeah, well, they relocated to New York

from New Orleans after the hurricane,

so maybe he got lost and ended up with a bad Samaritan.

Listen, do they have any kind of security patrols,

any surveillance cameras?

No, not that we found,

but most of the people use guard dogs around here.

Man, first flood, then fire.

If it wasn't for bad luck, this guy would have no luck at all.

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So he was headed to New Jersey?

I'm not sure. Stop.

After he got let go...

Could you stop it?

After he got let go... Stop.

Caleb Gibbs, please!

Now I know

that you're upset about Daddy,

but you being mean to Jaden won't make you feel better.

I'm sorry. No, that's okay.

Mrs. Gibbs, why don't I take the guys for some fresh air.

I'm sure that's not part of your job description.

You'd be surprised.

All right, go on.

Hurry up.

All right, let's go.

Let's go.

Whoa!

I think somebody needs to go on a diet.

It's been hard on them.

All of us packed into this little room,

and now Aaron...

Speaking of Aaron,

you said he lost his job.

Mm-hmm, three days ago.

Did he say why?

He broke something.

I... I don't understand why it was such a big deal.

Things like that happen all the time.

I can't believe they would fire you

over dropping some stupid doors.

Does Chuck know?

I don't want any more favors.

Aaron, we need the money.

Don't you think I know that? Shh.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Hey, I was... I was at the library today

getting the boys some books.

I came across this article on Greenville, South Carolina.

What's in Greenville?

Plenty of skilled jobs, cheap housing.

We don't know anybody in South Carolina.

Look, we're on the short list for that apartment.

I'm about to be certified as a nurse's aid.

This is just temporary.

Well, I'm tired of temporary.

I'm tired of wearing other people's clothes.

I'm tired of charity jobs.

I'm tired of having to watch my boys play in some parking lot.

Baby, moving is not going to change that.

Baby, we can do this together.

We just need time.

And then, the next day,

he told me he found a temporary job in New Jersey.

But he didn't say where in New Jersey? No.

Who's Chuck?

He's Aaron's cousin.

He runs the construction company.

He gave Aaron a job.

That's why we moved here.

You know, I hate to ask this,

but it's part of my job,

so I'm just going to go ahead and do it.

Aaron was frustrated, he lost his job.

Do you think it's possible he just ran off?

Aaron risked his life to save his kids

and he went back to save others.

(voice breaking): He is not a man...

who runs off.

Right.

Viv, I can't find any calls from the motel's pay phone

that relate to a job in New Jersey.

How about his cell phone?

They don't have one.

What does this look like to you?

A leg?

Where was it?

Under the wiper blade.

It's like one of those advertising cards

for a concert or a strip club.

Whoever put it there, might have seen what happened.

That's a seven-color printing,

so it could have been done anywhere.

It's going to be really difficult

to track down who ordered them.

But if they were passed around the neighborhood

we might find some on other windshields

or in a Dumpster.

Okay, I'll have someone check it out.

A lot of my extended family came up here after the storm.

And Aaron and Cherise are the only ones who stayed.

Was he a good employee?

He had a cabinet business back in New Orleans.

He could do this job with his eyes closed.

Then why'd you fire him?

I didn't fire him.

He told his wife that he was let go.

Tony. Tony.

Look, I shuttle back and forth

between four different job sites.

I don't do the day to day management.

These guys are from the FBI.

They're looking for Aaron.

I haven't seen him since he quit.

He wouldn't quit. He needed this job.

He's nuts, Chuck.

What do you mean by nuts?

Three days ago, we were blowing up

two stories of reinforced concrete.

After the blast signal, I did the final check.

Aaron was nowhere to be seen, so I went looking for him.

Aaron.

Aaron, why the hell are you still in here?

I found some copper piping. I thought we could recycle it.

Didn't you hear the blast warning?

No. How could you not?

I didn't hear it, all right? Well, then get the wax out of your ears.

You almost got yourself killed.

Well, you saved me,

so everything is cool.

What's up with you? Nothing.

You heard the blast signal, didn't you?

What the hell are you talking about?

You want to kill yourself?

I'll give you five bucks to go to the top

of the Empire State Building, but you're not going to do it here.

Packed up and left an hour later.

And you had no idea this was going on?

No.

I'm sorry, Chuck.

I didn't think it was my place.

No, I got it. It's okay.

Is there anything else?

No, I think that's it for now.

Thank you.

Come here, let me talk to you.

Uh, hey, guys...

what do you keep in these blue bottles over here?

Paint thinner.

I'm pretty sure we found

the melted version of those in the bed of his truck.

I think we did.

What if this guy killed himself

and tried to make it look like something else happened?

It's possible.

Call the Harbor Patrol.

Have them check out the river around Whitestone Bridge

and see if we can dredge up the body.

Aaron Gibbs.

No.

Sorry, I don't know him.

What time were you putting these promo cards on windshields?

Where'd you find it?

The Bronx.

I don't go out there.

I stay in lower Manhattan, sometimes Brooklyn.

So, whoever picked it up, picked it up in one of those places.

Oh, well we found four more

in a nearby Dumpster.

Isn't it amazing how all those people from Manhattan

and Brooklyn all drove to the same place?

Go figure.

You sure the women on your Web site

are all over 18?

I mean, you know what happens if one of them isn't.

What do you want?

I want to know if you've seen him.

There's a fight club

in a warehouse nearby.

It's a smut superstar kind of crowd,

so I go by, I paper some cars, I stay for the fights.

And how does Gibbs figure in all that?

He gets in the ring.

A bit later, I smelled smoke.

When I went outside, the truck was on fire.

What's the name of the man who grabbed him?

Name's Fletcher.

He organizes the fights and the gambling on the side.

Any idea why he had a problem with Gibbs?

I don't like to stick my nose where it don't belong.

That look familiar?

It should, because that's your jacket

and it's soaked with paint thinner.

So? So that's what you used to torch Aaron Gibbs truck.

Wasn't me.

We got a witness, saw you drag him from the fight club.

Now I really don't know what you're talking about.

First rule of fight club, don't talk about fight club.

Well, how many of these illegal fights have you staged?

Because you do know that the fine

is $10,000 per fight.

So just tell us what happened when you

dragged him outside.

He stole money from me.

I just wanted it back.

Bunch of money's missing from the cash drawer.

Billy saw you walk away from the office.

Yeah, well, Billy's wrong.

Nobody else was back there.

Give me that!

That's not mine!

You tell me where my money is.

You need money this bad?

Come on, come on.

Don't do that, okay?

Look, I'd give you the money if I could.

Have a nice ride home.

We left him. I didn't see him after that.

Is there anyone else who can confirm that,

besides the guys that were with you?

I can give you a few names.

A few. A few is three.

I'm gonna need more than that.

MARTIN: So how much money was missing?

Couple thousand bucks.

Must have hid it somewhere before the fight.

You threatened to set him on fire.

Do you honestly think that he wasn't going to give it back?

They guy fights without gloves for 50 bucks.

Who knows what he would have done for that kind of money?

No, I am not going to say anything to your parole officer,

but you have to promise me, honey,

that you're not going to do it again.

Okay.

All right, the promoter's story checks out.

There was a fire, he and his thugs

went right back into the fight club.

And the guy I just talked to

reported his car stolen last night.

Well, why wasn't that on the NYPD log?

Because he's on parole and he's not supposed to be

at an illegal fight, so he reported the car stolen

from his home, along with his cell phone

that he left in the front seat.

How'd you get consent to look through his phone records?

What can I say? He loved my accent and my voice.

I like your voice and your accent.

(chuckles): Yeah, right.

Okay, let me see...

Yeah, there's a 15 second phone call at 9:00 p.m. that night.

To who?

I got a call, but, uh, I didn't recognize the caller I.D.,

so I let it roll over to voicemail.

Did you check the message?

Static.

Uh, I couldn't hear anything.

Mr. Barr, at this point,

there are too many things that you know nothing about.

What do you mean?

Well, you didn't know that your own cousin was suicidal,

you don't seem to know much about a phone call you received

the night he went missing...

so, either you're lying or you're being stupid.

You want to talk about the phone call?

Why, so you can pick him up and throw him in jail?

You think he deserves to be in jail?

He's a black man, does it matter?

Does your cousin love his wife and kids?

Yeah, more than anything.

Well, then, wouldn't it make sense

that he'd want to go home and be with them?

Look, wherever you think he is, something has gone wrong.

So why don't we just cut to the chase?

Let's talk about the phone call. You talked to him, right?

Yeah.

What'd you talk about?

He told me he wanted to come by and see me.

Hey.

Hey.

What happened to you?

They cold? Cold enough.

Listen, I need you to do me a favor.

What's going on?

I need you to look after Cherise and the kids for me.

Something I got to do.

You in trouble?

I just need you to look after Cherise and the kids.

Sure.

You know, I know a lot of our people are hanging their heads

'cause their homes washed away.

I know it must be hard to lose everything.

I didn't ask for your pity.

No, no, you're asking me to take care of your business.

You ever think about what happened,

maybe it happened for a reason?

I mean, like it was a test?

It was a weather pattern, Aaron.

I mean, it didn't happen to you, it just happened.

You know, nothing you do

is going to bring back what you had.

The only test you have is Cherise and the kids

and this new life.

I need you to think about that.

I just need you to look after my family, okay?

So, uh, I gave him a change of clothes and he left.

Where was he going?

He didn't say.

Were you aware that he stole $2,000?

No.

Any idea why he'd do that?

Well, before the hurricane,

Aaron had trouble with the IRS.

Now, he tried to work it out,

but it wasn't like the Big Easy was a boomtown back then.

Well, we didn't find any trouble with the IRS

when we did our research.

He paid it.

Now, he borrowed money from, uh,

from this guy in, uh, construction finance.

What's his name?

Aaron called him, uh... Big Bobby.

I wouldn't have let him fight, not if I'd known about it.

You ever notice any bruises?

He had a couple and some cuts,

he said he got them at work.

But he wouldn't let me touch him, and I just thought...

I don't know what I thought.

Why was he doing this?

He might have tried to borrow some money

from a guy named Big Bobby.

Does that ring any bells to you?

No.

God, it's like we're talking about someone else, not Aaron.

Is there any other way you can think of

that he might have tried to raise money--

people he could call, things he could sell.

Nobody we know has anything of value left.

What about the gold watch?

What gold watch?

Um, your husband was seen with a gold watch after the fight.

Apparently, it's of some value.

It was gold?

Does that mean something to you?

Well, Caleb has nightmares.

They're about different things, but there's a big, gold clock

in a lot of them and he won't talk about it.

Would you mind if I talked to your son?

No, go ahead.

How you doing there, tiger?

Is your name Caleb?

Did your mom tell you who I was?

A policeman. That's right.

I'm trying to find your dad.

He left before breakfast.

Okay. That's good.

That's a good thing to know.

Did he say where he was going?

No.

Is there anything at all that you could tell me

that could help me find him?

Doesn't have to be big.

Could be a little thing.

Sometimes little things really help.

What about, uh, what about a gold watch?

Do you know anything about that?

WOMAN: Caleb, do you like stories?

Yeah. Can I tell you one?

I need you to really concentrate on my story, okay?

So can you close your eyes?

Oh, go ahead, sweetheart.

This nice lady works here and she wants to helps us.

Go ahead. Go on.

My story is about a boy named Billy.

And he's six years old, just like you.

(over speaker): And he spent the whole day playing baseball

and it made him really tired.

So, Billy

sat under a tree, and there was a breeze,

and the leaves from the trees moved back and forth.

It made Billy even more tired.

So he decided to take a nap.

And in the cool grass,

he fell sound asleep.

Sound asleep.

Tell me about the gold watch.

Where did you see it?

In the boat.

But what will Walter do if the water comes up more?

He'll go somewhere high. That's what hamsters do.

Where's Mommy?

She's helping Grandma to be safe.

We're on our way to her now.

MAN: Hey! Over here!

Hey!

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Give me your hand!

Come on! Let me in!

Hold it! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Move over there. Go to the roof! I'll go over there.

You'll leave me!

Whoa! Whoa! Daddy, make it stop!

I got my kids in here!

My kids are in here, hold on!

Daddy! Hold on, hold on!

Hey! You got to stop that!

Hey! I got my kids in here! Let me in the boat!

Caleb, the gold watch can't hurt you anymore...

so you can open your eyes and feel happy

and loved.

Why wouldn't he tell his wife?

I have one word for you:

manslaughter.

Yeah, but it's so unlikely that anyone would

convict him for trying to protect his children.

Yeah, but he doesn't know that.

Here's the other picture of the neighborhood.

Here is where he dropped the kids off.

Okay, and this here is

Aaron and Sharice's place in the Ninth Ward.

There's about 40 houses

with broken roofs along the way.

How would he know who the guy was?

Well, he knew what he looked like.

Yeah, but he'd still need access to information

to track him or his family down.

Maybe he went to an Internet cafe.

Library.

I know Aaron.

He comes into the library all the time

to get books for his kids.

Have you seen him recently?

Uh, he was in two days ago.

Now, did he happen to use a computer while he was there?

Yes. He was looking for a friend from New Orleans.

Aaron, I didn't realize you were still here.

The library's about to close.

Oh, uh, I'm almost done.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Listen, if I wanted to print out a picture, what would I do?

Oh, just hit Control-P.

Oh, great. Thank you.

Oh.

I guess you found him.

What?

Your friend.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Is that his son?

He's very handsome.

Yeah, he is.

Then he left.

I haven't seen him since.

Did you happen to see anything

on the picture, a name or a number?

No. Sorry.

Okay, look,

I'm gonna need to borrow that computer.

Okay.

All right. Thanks.

Agent Spade?

SAMANTHA: Where are the boys?

They're sleeping in your break room.

I thought maybe it would be okay if I came up to get an update.

You know, I'll make sure Mrs. Gibbs gets back.

Thanks.

A policeman in New Orleans found Big Bobby for us.

He was running a contracting scam.

He's been in jail for the past six months.

So Aaron is...

trying to find that man--

if-if he's still alive-- or his family.

It looks like that, yeah.

Why hasn't he called me?

I don't know.

If he were okay, he'd call me.

You know, you shouldn't jump to any conclusions.

We're still working on... You know, I can still see it.

Even if I'm not looking at some pictures.

I lived that.

You know?

We just kept waiting.

All those days.

And after awhile, the water,

and the dead bodies,

and the fear it was never going to end,

I would have done anything to save my boys.

I can't imagine what it must have been like.

I'm sure you've seen hard things.

It's not the same.

They stay with you, don't they?

Yeah, they do.

As for what Aaron did,

even if he thought he had to do it,

it's in his soul.

He can't let it go.

The library computers delete Web histories after one day,

so I can't track the Web site.

Well, can you figure out what he threw into the print queue?

Print queues are self-flushing.

But it seems pretty obvious he was visiting

Katrina clearinghouse sites, Mm-hmm.

so I sent a Web crawler through all of them,

looking for the names of the victims you gave me.

Well, how many did that narrow it down to?

One.

Meet Joseph Lewis and his son Jesse.

MATT: I haven't seen Jess since your people called me.

But we're not usually awake at the same time.

Most nights he's up,

scavenging through abandoned houses,

looking for stuff to sell.

How long has he lived here?