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NARRATOR: In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups,

the police who investigate crime

and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

I can't believe she could be so stupid.

This from the genius who mooned the girl's soccer team in tenth grade.

What're you guys doing on my computer?

What were you doing?

Exposing yourself to some creep on your webcam.

He took a video capture of it and now it's all over the Net.

It's just my boobs, okay?

Why don't you ask Dad where he found this? What site was he on?

Who is he, Eliza?

Here, I found him. Fighter Boy.

Did you know he has a blog?

Dad, please. Just stop.

WOMAN ON WEBSITE: Like what you see?

Oh, great.

We're not naive, we know kids experiment.

But, this creep had the video of our daughter on his blog.

She's 17? Yeah.

If she consented to chat with him, there may not be much we can do.

But, he has videos

of other girls who looked much younger. Mmm-hmm.

Do you have his blog address? Yeah, I got it.

He's got girls on his blog, pictures of guns. He's a freak.

VAN BUREN: They do look young.

Um, can you excuse me a moment?

Sure.

Lupo, log on to this.

Okay.

Okay, looks like video caps of naked girls, something for the "perv" unit.

Not that. Click here.

Huh.

Fighter Boy's got a lot of hobbies.

VAN BUREN: Click on the video.

All right.

There's enough here to take out a whole city block.

Not just any block. Check out the license plate.

LUPO: "The Empire State."

A New York City block.

(ALARM RINGING)

FEMALE VOICE: 6:00, Fighter Boy. 6:00, Fighter Boy.

6:00, Fighter Boy, 6:00, Fighter Boy. 6:00, Fighter Boy.

Police! Don't move. Don't move! Don't move! John Noite?

What?

- Fighter Boy, that's you? - Yeah.

Where are the weapons? What weapons?

All right, war's over for you, Johnny. Get up! Get up!

Swear to God, the only weapons I have are a beam rifle and energy bolts.

They're online computer game weapons.

That's right. Pretend weapons. I don't have anything like this.

These photos on your blog,

that pipe bomb video, where did you get that?

On the web somewhere. I just thought if I had it on my blog...

You'd get some web cred? Hmm?

Hmm.

Well, the sex cops, they want to talk to you about your videos of under-aged girls.

No more pretend for you, Johnny, you're going to do some real time now.

CCS confirms the photos and bomb video were downloaded

from another source on the Net, a source they can't trace.

Yeah, Johnny's apartment was clean, no weapons no trace of explosives.

The lump's a watcher, he's not a doer.

Then find the doer.

The car in the video was a silver Civic. Any one of five model years.

Tens of thousands in the state.

It's like fishing for a needle in the ocean, old Chinese saying.

Just do it, old American saying.

Look, we've got someone driving around loaded for mayhem.

Right place, right time, we could be looking at hundreds of casualties.

It'd be nice if just this once we could stop something from happening.

TECHNICIAN: Your fast MR! was three months ago?

Uh, yeah, right after my radiation.

Let's just have you lie down right here.

Now, your doctor will take a look at the pictures we take today

and compare them to the one from three months ago, to see if there's been any change.

I'm sure she'll call you in a couple of days.

All right, you'll hear this machine turn on, and then we'll slide you in,

just your lower torso. Now make sure you don't move.

If you have a problem, use the call button here.

Got it? Okay. Okay.

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, we're ready. Music okay?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's fine.

TECHNICIAN: Okay remember, don't move.

(OPERA MUSIC BUILDS UP)

(OPERA MUSIC CONTINUES)

DETECTIVE JENA: Going by the vegetative growth pattern, shadows,

this was shot in an east-by-northeast orientation,

between 6:00 and 7:00 a.m., four to eight weeks ago.

What's that on the horizon line?

JENA: Looks like the tops of two structures.

Are those cables coming out of them?

The towers of a suspension bridge.

JENA: Yeah. We can check.

The Verrazano Bridge. This was shot on Staten Island.

Can you figure out where this field is, relative to the bridge?

I have the height of the towers,

the perspective distance between them,

short answer's yes.

We got no reports of an explosion, but, uh, we're on a flight path for JFK.

So, people pretty much tune out the noise.

(BEEPING ACCELERATING) I got something.

Fragment of a two-inch diameter iron pipe, threaded.

Characteristic traces of a black-powder explosion.

Pipe bomb, huh? Yeah.

We, uh...

We found a pipe bomb a couple of weeks ago,

in the restroom of a gas station three miles from here.

It was a dud. It was all rusted.

I thought it was a prank.

Ha-ha.

It was in a trash bin in the rest room. The gas jockey found it.

Yeah, it matches the one in the field and in the video.

The lab found three sets of prints, and a residue of a medicinal cream,

pimecrolimus. Eczema cream.

A bomber with itchy hands.

You're tracking down every silver Civic on Staten Island?

Mmm-hmm, and pulling video from toll booths.

Van Buren. Oh, yes. Thank you for returning my call.

Can you hold on, please?

Listen, circle back to that gas jockey. See what he remembers about this prank.

Okay.

Uh, yes, I called to apply for a line of credit.

I've been sick.

I have medical bills.

MAN". A silver Honda?

I don't know, I'm not into cars. I take public transportation.

All right, what about who you gave the key to the rest room to?

You don't need a key. The lock's busted. I told those other cops.

What about a car with three people in it?

I remember three kids.

On bicycles. They came in to use the air hose.

Any of them use the restroom?

I don't know. I was checking out their bikes,

BMX, all the same color, green and black.

I could tell from the pegs they do a lot of grinding.

Where do the free-stylers hang out around here?

There's a park over on Grandview.

All right. Thanks.

Come on! You know white boys can't jump! (LAUGHS)

I'm just saying, all we need is a bar, 100 bucks for refreshments.

I don't think she's gonna go for it, Lupes. You know, she's a very private person.

Hey.

Sorry.

Ball got away from us.

You guys mind if we ask you a question?

It's okay, we're cops.

We just want to know if you guys ever use

the air hose at the service station on Richmond...

Hey, hey, hey! Hey. Hey.

Let go! Easy, easy.

Well, well, well, look what we have here.

Eczema.

This is nonsense. My kid is 13. He's no mad bomber.

The fingerprints we found on his bicycle match the prints we found on this.

Prints and eczema cream. They both tie your son to the bomb.

(sum-nus)

Well, Vinnie, what do you have to say?

Did you make this bomb?

No, no, I found it in a field, past the mall.

What the hell were you doing over there?

Vinnie, why were you in that field?

I saw the video online, of the explosion.

And, um, I recognized the place,

so me and my friends, we went there to look around,

for, you know, like, a piece of history.

And I found the pipe, but they got all scared

so I ditched it at the gas station.

A "piece of history"?

Yeah. It's gonna be epic.

Show us where you saw the video.

That it?

"Moofs Countdown."

These are the photos Fighter Boy had on his blog.

Right there, the explosion video.

(READING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Check this out,

"I figure 600 dead, easy, students and faculty.

"300 just in the cafeteria. I'm going to bring down the whole building."

This guy's talking about taking out his school.

"When I'm done, no one will be able to walk into a New York City school

"without thinking of me."

Like I said, epic.

This boy Moot's been running his blog through a server in Romania.

There is no way to identify him or trace him.

Is this a credible threat? The blog doesn't name the school, the borough,

or even a specific time frame.

Chief, he's got a Hi-Point 9mm carbine with 20 ten-round mags,

a GLOCK 21 with five boxes of hollow points,

15 pipe bombs, and a web body harness to carry it all.

Not to mention three propane tanks wired to go.

This is as credible a threat as any I've seen in eight years in Counter-Terror.

Then that's what I'll tell the PC.

Lieutenant, I'll have the Chief of School Safety talk to you directly.

Thank you.

This boy's had this blog for three months talking about blowing up his school.

How many people read it? 2,300 hits.

And no one thought to report him.

Well, nobody likes a snitch, even on the Net.

All right, let's bring in some help, see if we can profile this boy from his writings.

And start working on an e-mail, maybe we can smoke him out.

"I'm surrounded by drones who never stop

"and ask why they're even in school. I hate them.

"I hate the whole stupid world. I want to send them a message they'll understand.

"You know what I'm talking about, Moot.

"I think we should coordinate our actions.

"Just picture it, you in New York and me in L.A.

"Same day, same time. It'll be epic.

"Get back to me. Eric and Dylan 4 ever!" Nice Columbine reference.

You like that, huh?

Kids like this see Harris and Klebold as tragic heroes, instead of what they were,

a grandiose psychopath and a suicidal depressive.

The perfect storm. Which way does this kid Moot swing?

He skews more toward depressive and suicidal.

Some days, he's angry, feels disrespected. Other days, he's frustrated, despondent.

Problem is, he's not giving out any personal details we can work with.

There's a failed love affair, but no specifics.

Lab pulled the serial number off the photo of that Hi-Point carbine.

Turns out the gun was stolen from a gun store heist in Massachusetts last month.

So, whoever did the job must've sold the carbine to Moot.

Mmm-hmm. ATF caught the thief two weeks ago. He's sitting in Otisville, awaiting trial.

Go. I got plenty here to amuse myself.

BERNARD: This gun is in the possession of a kid

who's threatening to blow up his high school.

Now, we need to know who Mr. Phillips sold it to.

What are you offering?

We can't offer anything. He's under Federal jurisdiction.

This guy's got guns, he's got ammo, he's got bombs.

He's got plans to kill hundreds of kids.

I don't know, maybe you got a kid brother in school.

You've got to help us out, man.

Then you better go talk to the damn Feds, man.

SCHUCTER: Dwayne Phillips is a potential witness against

a gun-running network that extends all the way up into Canada.

I'm not wasting Federal leverage on a nothing state investigation.

"Nothing" investigation? Mr. Schlicter, we're talking about

a credible threat against a high school full of children and teachers.

According to what? A blog? Get real.

A blog that had video of a pipe bomb explosion, a real explosion.

Have you checked the Internet lately?

It's filled with videos of dumb kids blowing up crap with pipe bombs.

Well, not for nothing, Schlicter rhymes with sphincter.

No go. His boss won't see us.

Well, we could always ask Moot to blow up Schlicter's car to prove he's for real.

We may not need the Feds.

ATF gave us the dumps off of Phillips's cell phone. He made a couple of calls

to a number upstate, in Ghent, and that number corresponds to a DSL line

used by a computer to log on to Moot's blog.

(PHONE RINGING)

Van Buren. Anita, it's Dr. Knight.

Yes, Doctor.

I need you to come back in for another MRI.

Why? What did you find?

Nothing. There was a problem with the images. The data got corrupted.

We need to redo the MRI. I am very sorry.

I booked you another appointment for Monday morning.

Okay, Doctor. I'll be there Monday.

Again, I'm very sorry.

Right. Good-bye.

WOMAN: Morgan, I swear,

if you don't tell them what you know,

you are not stepping out of this house for the next year.

Okay.

I met Dwayne Phillips at the skating rink.

He was nice. I liked talking to him.

I didn't do anything else with him.

Then what about Moot?

You talked to him, besides sending him e-mails?

No. I found his blog by accident.

I wrote him. He wrote me back.

Did he tell you his name, where he lives?

No. Just Moot.

We mostly talked about me.

Yet, you put Moot in touch with Dwayne.

No.

Moot told me he was looking to get a rifle,

a special kind of rifle.

And then I met Dwayne, and he said he could get a rifle like that.

So, I gave him 100 bucks out of my savings.

Moot, you met with him, you gave him the rifle?

No. My friend, Lee, thought Moot might be some kind of freak,

try and rape me or something.

So, he went down and gave him the rifle.

He drove down to Saugerties. That's where they met.

We're gonna need to talk to your friend Lee.

He drove through a red light two weeks ago. 18-wheeler took him out.

All right. Thanks.

We read through the e-mails that Moot exchanged with the girl.

It's all about her. He doesn't give up anything about himself.

He met her friend in Saugerties?

Pull all the toll booth video for that night.

We're on it.

Guys, this is bad. Moot's blog.

"I just found out the police have been reading my blog.

"At least now someone's paying attention. They know I'm for real.

"I'll just have to be more careful from now on.

"The plan goes on. The end has been written."

So much for the element of surprise.

Our girl in Ghent, she e-mailed Moot about our visit. She said she felt sorry for him.

I feel sorry for her. Any likelihood he'll move up his plans?

So far, he's acted in a slow, deliberate manner. This is not an impulsive kid.

Anything in his blog that can actually help us find him?

He's bright, articulate, probably at the top of his English class.

He loves to write. He knows we're reading his blog, but he's still posting.

This one's about a teacher.

Teachers are his favorite subject. Can't stop griping about them.

I'd like this story better if this teacher had a name.

Right, because one of the students probably wrote it.

These teachers on his blog, maybe identifying them will lead us to Moot.

There's one teacher he wrote about a couple of weeks ago.

Here, science teacher, a religious zealot

who burned crosses on the arms of his students.

FONTOVA: Sorry. I can't help you.

The teacher in question was the subject of a proceeding.

But it was resolved before it got to arbitration.

Resolved how? You fired the teacher?

I really can't discuss it. The unions would be all over us.

Maybe we didn't make ourselves clear, Mr. Fontova.

There's a credible bomb threat against one of your schools.

Bomb threats are a serious matter.

But, union lawyers are more serious.

PRELUTSKY: The file was sealed.

I wouldn't be doing my job protecting members of this union if I violated that seal.

Mr. Prelutsky, I assure you, this unnamed teacher is not a target in our investigation.

But, he might have important information...

I have a collective bargaining agreement to enforce.

As members of a union, I'm sure you can appreciate that.

You wanted to talk to us, Miss?

You know about this teacher, how we can find him?

The teachers have this website where they bitch about their job.

Here's how you log in. If you leave a message there,

maybe someone can help you find that teacher.

Thank you.

Now, just remember to not move.

You mess up this test again, you're going to see me move in your direction.

Baby, come on now.

Thinks I have nothing better to do than come here and be shoved into this machine

like a pot roast?

TECHNICIAN: We're ready. Remember, don't move.

Anita. Bite your tongue.

Here you go.

You read what these teachers put up with,

all of a sudden walking a beat in Brownsville doesn't sound so bad.

I studied to be a teacher. I spent a year teaching kindergarten.

You were a kindergarten teacher?

Don't go there, Lupes.

Okay, we got an answer.

"The teacher you asked about, the one who branded kids with crosses,

"it sounds like Ron Kozlowski. He's a science teacher in Suffolk County."

It's absurd. I didn't brand anybody.

You know what a Tesla coil is?

Yes. That.

Correct. I assume you know what it does.

It generates an electrical current.

Good job. Last year, as I've done hundreds of times before,

I did a little demonstration by passing the current over the arms of my students.

Left a little redness on the skin.

Next thing I know, there's a complaint filed that I branded crosses.

I was suspended, pending an arbitration.

One of your students wrote about you on his blog. He said you were a "church freak."

I'm a religious person. I don't make any bones about that.

We're trying to identify the student who wrote this about you on his blog.

He probably gets A's in English. He drives a silver Honda.

No, doesn't ring a bell.

What about the student who filed the complaint, you have his name?

There was more than one student.

The Department of Education wouldn't tell me their names.

Sorry you had to drive all the way out here.

Sorry you ended up out here.

After four months' suspension, I quit New York and got a job here.

Half the salary, twice the commute, but at least I'm teaching.

The Department of Education won't release the names of the students.

Not even the students in Kozlowski's class.

Moot could be a kid in another class who just happened to hear about Kozlowski.

We really need the names of all the kids in that school.

The Department of Education is standing on principle,

protecting the privacy of minors.

They're not taking this seriously.

Book us with the Grand Jury.

We need to move for an indictment and start issuing subpoenas.

BERNARD: The pipe bomb components in the field

matched the pipe bombs pictured on the blog.

The serial number of the rifle stolen from the gun store

matched the weapon on the blog.

What conclusion do you take from those facts?

The person writing this blog has been amassing and testing weapons

over the past three months with the clear intent

to attack a New York City school.

Thank you, Detective. You're excused.

Members of the Grand Jury, that concludes the presentation in the matter

of People v. Unknown Suspect John Doe,

also known as "Blogger Moot."

I ask now that you authorize me to serve subpoenas on the Department of Education

for all relevant student records of but not limited to John Locke High School.

I also ask that you authorize me to seize all computers

that are found on the school's premises.

Yes?

How many students are in this high school?

2,812.

You want to search the records and computers of 2,800 kids?

We don't know the identity of this suspect.

That's why we're seeking a John Doe Indictment.

What if you've got the wrong school?

You're going to search the computers of another 2,000 kids?

Some of us here are parents

and I'm not sure we like that idea.

These are high school kids, not Al Qaeda.

"I figure 600 dead, easy.

"Students and faculty. 300 just in the cafeteria.

"I'm going to bring down the whole building."

MAN: Those are just words on a computer.

The police can get warrants from a judge.

You don't need a blank check from us.

WOMAN: I have a question.

Can we vote to cut off this indictment right now?

VAN BUREN: They shut you down?

All right, I'll tell them.

Yeah. Good night.

What were you looking at?

Nothing.

Open it back up.

The D.A. crapped out with the Grand Jury,

so stopping this kid is going to come down to police work.

And you're not going to have time for any fund-raiser.

So cancel it.

Lou,

that was supposed to be a surprise.

If you respect me, respect my privacy.

Told you.

Screw that.

I'm not going to cancel it.

Lupes.

Check out what our friend just posted.

"Every day I feel it all closing in,

"the police, the school, the lies,

"the empty void of my future, my relentless destiny.

"The only power I have left is when I choose to end this.

"I can't wait anymore.

"By the end of next week,

"you will all know my name."

It's on.

The doomsday clock just moved up three minutes.

Slow and deliberate. Not impulsive.

That is what you said.

I also said the kid's suicidal.

He was always likely to go off at any minute.

Look, you gentlemen can settle this later.

All I want to know is how we can catch this boy.

On his blog,

there's a half-dozen teachers that he has a beef with.

Like the science teacher.

And if we identify them and cross-reference the students in their classes,

we may be able to come up with our boy.

So last night, we went on the teachers' website,

and we described what the kid said about his teachers,

asking if anybody recognized them.

This morning, we got replies with names.

Now according to the Department of Education,

most of these teachers are in Queens,

at something called a Temporary Reassignment Center.

What is that?

Welcome to the Rubber Room.

This is where teachers accused of incompetence or misconduct

are reassigned pending an arbitration hearing.

They're not teaching?

We don't want them near a classroom,

but we can't fire them pending the arbitration.

So they report here,

seven hours a day, five days a week.

And do what?

Crossword puzzles,

sort recipes.

I have teachers here who've been waiting for their hearing for two years.

That's why they call it the Rubber Room.

BERNARD: Two years?

What happens if they don't show up?

They don't show up, they don't get paid.

Their full salary. Union rules.

Right, well, these are the teachers we need to talk to.

I don't want to talk about it.

Mr. Bendel, we're not here to investigate your assault on a student.

Is that what they told you I did?

That's how a student described it on his blog.

There's one cardinal rule, never hit a student.

I was conducting a computer reading program,

and this one student was on a game site.

I told him, come on, you know better, get back to reading.

He had his hair gelled straight up,

and I swatted it, like this.

I barely touched it.

That's an assault?

Doesn't sound like it.

Well, that'd be news to the Department of Education.

Could you write down the names of all the kids in the computer class?

Thirty years of teaching down the drain.

Thirty years I never laid a hand on a kid.

It's a sham. I shouldn't be here.

Well, we were told that you used abusive language on a student.

I called him a little bastard, and a few other choice words.

Why would you do that?

Because he punched me

and tried to take my eye out with a pair of scissors.

You want his name?

I'm not supposed to, but I don't care.

And the names of his friends,

students who may have witnessed the incident.

You know, the worst thing is,

I got into teaching because I love children.

No.

No.

No. None of the students cross-reference with any of the lists.

These teachers were in different schools, different boroughs.

How could one student have witnessed all these incidents,

or even heard of them?

We've always assumed that Moot was a student.

What if he was a teacher?

A teacher who got parked in one of these rubber rooms last year.

He would've heard all those stories from those other teachers.

Well, except he's been complaining about teachers on his blog.

Maybe just to try to throw us off his trail.

What've we been hearing all day?

Stories about teachers who got screwed by the system.

I believe Moot wanted us to hear those stories.

Because he's a teacher like them.

A teacher whose career got derailed

by a nuisance complaint from a student.

And now he's looking for payback.

This might take us to him.

All the teachers Moot mentions on his blog,

he could have met in rubber rooms, except one.

Maura Scott.

She's never been reassigned here.

She's been at the same school for the past five years.

There's only one way Moot would know her story.

Because he works with her.

You left a message for her?

All right. Put a radio car outside her building.

And as soon as she comes home, bring her in.

All right.

They think they've got a good lead.

I'm going in for a couple of hours.

You know, getting this loan would be a lot easier,

if you could show two incomes.

Well, I only have the one income.

Why?

What are you saying?

We'll talk about it when you get back.

Yeah, we'll talk about it.

I don't want you feeling sorry for me.

See, you would think that.

It's like with that 10-13 thing.

Officer in need of assistance?

Well, I don't need that kind of assistance.

So give it to charity.

Just be glad people want to help you.

I'm in no mood for a pity party.

I'm still waiting to hear from my doctor.

I've other things to worry about.

Whatever happens, happens.

In the meantime, let your people do this thing for you.

Are you telling me how to run my house?

I'm suggesting.

Maybe they need to do this for you.

You know, you're not the only one

who feels helpless against this disease.

I spent the night at my fiance's,

I didn't get your message until I got to school this morning.

We appreciate your coming in.

But it wasn't necessary to bring a lawyer.

You're only here as a witness.

The union rep at her school contacted us.

We insisted she not come undefended.

This was posted on a blog.

The teacher it describes,

the one who calls a student "stupid,"

was that you?

Yes. But I didn't call him stupid.

I'm an English teacher.

I told him if he didn't use proper grammar,

people will think he's stupid even if he isn't stupid.

Of course, what the student heard is, Ms. Scott called me stupid.

That got me a reprimand that'll be in my file till the end of time.

Ms. Scott, which teachers at your school would know about this incident?

I imagine most of them would.

We're looking for a teacher that might have spent time

at a Temporary Reassignment Center in the last year.

You mean the rubber rooms?

That's right. He might also drive a silver Honda.

Maura, hold on.

Who gets reassigned to a TRC is not a matter of public record.

She doesn't have to answer you.

Ms. Scott, this teacher, whoever he may be,

presents an imminent danger not just to himself but...

Unless you have a subpoena, you can't compel her to talk.

Do you have subpoena?

I didn't think so.

Maura, let's go.

Okay.

JACK: Ms. Scott?

Ms. Scott.

I'm Jack McCoy, the District Attorney.

We need you to talk to us.

I know you know what a subpoena is.

Just how far up your ass is your head?

A member of your union is threatening to shoot up a school.

Really?

I find it hard to believe any teacher could be pushed over the edge.

What do you think did it, Mr. McCoy?

Is it being micro-managed by the Department of Education?

Or having all the responsibility

and none of the authority?

Or is it having to dig into their own pockets

to pay for classroom supplies?

Or maybe it's being abused and assaulted daily by students and their parents?

You get no argument from me there.

But if your obstruction allows a massacre to happen,

I will crucify you, Mr. Kralik.

I will charge you with negligent homicide.

And after I convict you, I'll resign my job

and represent the families of the victims

in a wrongful death suit against you and the union.

By the time I'm done, you will be finished.

So my advice to you is, get out of my way!

Now, Ms. Scott,

please, I beg you.

Before I tell you his name,

I want to tell you what happened to him.

You have to know he was a good teacher.

We're listening.

He'd only been teaching for three years.

Ninth grade English.

He was having a terrible time with classroom management.

They don't train you for that.

It's sink or swim, and Rick was sinking.

During a class, a student asked permission to use the bathroom.

You get in trouble if your students are in the hallway during class.

There was only 10 minutes left till recess so

Rick told the student to wait.

So this kid, he was 16,

he goes to the front of the class and pees in the trashcan.

Rick tried to stop him.

The kid accused him of molesting him.

The Department started proceedings against Rick.

He spent eight months in the rubber rooms.

They dismissed the complaint

but they told him he'd never get tenure.

They might as well have fired him.

The blog mentioned a failed relationship.

After Rick was accused of molestation, his girlfriend left him.

His full name.

Rick Benson.

He doesn't teach at the school anymore.

I think he lives with his parents, in Brooklyn.

He was a good teacher.

They destroyed him.

MR. BENSON: We told you, Rick's not here.

MRS. BENSON: It's the Department of Education, they sent you.

Why can't they leave him alone?

Lupes.

Check this out.

We've got empty boxes of ammo, cans of black powder.

Did you know what your son was doing down here?

No. What was he doing?

He was making pipe bombs. Now where is he?

He's substitute teaching, at a high school in Queens.

I don't know the name.

BERNARD: Locate the car in the parking lot

and do not wait for ESU,

and start evacuating the school.

Tell them it's afire drill.

It's in Ridgewood, off of Gates.

Ten minutes away, tops.

OFFICER: Get on the bus. Get on the bus.

This way, this way.

That Benson's?

Yeah. Security saw him going into the school half hour ago,

carrying a backpack and a heavy gym bag.

Right. He's doing it.

OFFICER ON RADIO: We're starting a sweep of the building,

from the northeast entrance.

Yeah, we're heading to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria, where is it?

That way, down the hall.

BERNARD: Okay. Keep moving. Let's go.

Go! Go!

LUPO: He might've planted propane tanks,

with some kind of timing device.

They might be rigged with shrapnel.

He has pipe bombs, too.

Sarge, we got something here.

That's one. There could be two more.

Get the Bomb Squad here.

OFFICER: We got a male white, with a gun heading upstairs to the second floor.

Man with a gun on the stairs.

(GUNSHOTS FIRING) (SCREAMING)

Don't stop. Don't stop! Keep moving. Stay down! Stay down!

The shots came from down there, from the library.

BERNARD: Go, go, go, go!

It's okay, it's okay.

GIRL: Please help us! We're on the second floor!

Come on, quick, come on.

It's okay, Coach, stay back.

I got students in there.

Go, go!

Let's go, let's go. This way. Come on!

Come on. Get down! Move quick! Come on!

(GIRL SOBBING)

By the way, I'm the math teacher.

TEACHER: Keep pressing on the wound. That's it. That's it.

Keep pressing. Jayson, stay down. I won't let anything happen to you.

Julie, help Maria.

Where is he? That way.

Mr. Cortina, help us.

You stay right there, Manuel. You're doing good.

Hey, Monique, that's my girl, stay low.

BENSON: I called to say good-bye.

Nowhere. I'm not going anywhere.

(SNIFFLING) It'll be on T.V.

You never mind what I'm going to do.

What are you going to do, huh?

You abandoned me, you bitch!

No, this is all on you.

Yeah, you bought into all the lies.

You should've stood by me.

If you loved me, you would've stood by me!

Hey, Rick. Rick Benson.

I want to talk to you.

The police are here. I gotta go.

Look, Rick, we found the bombs, okay?

The building's not gonna come down.

Don't shoot.

I'm just saying, it's not too late.

You haven't killed anybody yet. You can step back from this.

Step back into what?

I got nothing! I'm a dead man!

Hey, Rick, (GUN CLICKING)

I read your blog. I talked to Maura.

I know you got screwed.

Shut up!

Move in! Move in! MR. CORTINA: I got his hand!

(SNARLING)

Hey, thanks for...

LUPO: There were three gunshot injuries,

nothing critical. We got lucky.

Luck was only part of it, Detectives.

You did good, all of you.

Thanks.

Hey, there she is! The party girl!

(ALL CHEERING)

You don't really think you're gonna fill that thing.

I got three checks in here. One's from the people in my office,

the other's from the Police Commissioner,

and the third one's from the Mayor.

You got a lot of friends, Lieutenant.

(CHEERING)

Thank you. You guys are too much.

Oh, before I forget.

Um, everybody, this is my boyfriend, Frank Gibson.

MAN: Hey, Frank! Boyfriend?

Right. As of this afternoon, Frank is my fiance.

(CHEERING)

(PEOPLE CONGRATULATING)

(PHONE RINGING) JACK: Anita, that's great!

Thank you.

I need to get this. Sure.

Dr. Knight? Uh, yes, it's Anita Van Buren.

I see that you called?

(sum-nus)

Yes,

I understand.

Yes. Good night.

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

(INDISTINCT)

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.