Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

The number is .

Two days ago, you said it was .

Things have changed.

What things, Curt?

Demand is strong, supply is weak.

It's Economics , my brother.

% bump in two days...
that is not economics.

That is robbery.

This inflation thing is real.

Supply chain issues, labor shortages...

prices are skyrocketing.

Is this guy a b*mb broker
or an economist?

Worth every penny.

Take a look for yourself.

Snapped that earlier today.

blocks of C , two trigger mechanisms.

I mean, listen, I could go on and on.

But the only thing that really matters

is the damn thing can blow up
an entire city block.

Looks good.

Is he bluffing?

I sure hope so.

and we got a deal.

is the highest I'm willing to go.

And I have it all
right here with me, too.

Cool. [CHUCKLES]

I think we got a deal.

So I just got to see the cash,
and we're good to go.

I'm really glad we're doing this, Curt.

Me too.

And please don't tell me
what you're planning to do

with the damn thing.

Don't want to know.

Fair enough.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Feel free to count it.

OK.

Cool.

Come with me.

- I'll follow you in my car.
- No.

Come with me...

in my car.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Hey, it feels like a rip.

Like I said, I'll follow you in...

Come with me or no deal.

♪ ♪

OK, buddy.

Not a problem.

Hey, Omar. Do not get in that car.

[SIGHS]

[CHUCKLES] Relax, bro.

You got to learn to trust people.

Yeah.

Sorry, I'm a little paranoid.

And the more someone
tells me to trust them,

the more I don't, Curt.

I respect that.

We're here.

OK.

You're going to like Anish, my partner.

This guy is smart as hell.

Went to MIT, like for real.

What the...

Anish?

Anish?

You alive?

There's no pulse.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

This can't be happening.

What the hell is going on?

OA, we need to know
if that b*mb is there.

Stay in character.

Uh, OK. Uh...

OK, look, hey, hey.

I don't want to be that guy,
but we're not going to be able

to bring your buddy back to life, right?

So let's get through with the deal.

And let's get the hell out of here.

- What do you say?
- That sounds good.

- Just, uh, follow me.
- All right, let's go.

[LOCK BEEPS, CLICKS]

- Ugh.
- What?

I... I... I don't know where... I...

Sorry, is this some kind of game to you?

- Are you playing with me?
- Hell no.

I'm... I'm just trying to...

You said there was a b*mb here.

That is why we are here, Curt.
Where is the b*mb?

- I told you, I don't know.
- Where is the b*mb?

Back off.

- [GROANS]
- Let's go.

[GRUNTS]

Curt Mallory, you are under arrest.

Who the hell are you?

FBI.

♪ ♪

Thanks for breakfast.

Yeah, yeah. Well...

It's nice.

- It felt like old times.
- Really?

See you tonight?

Yeah, of course. It's your birthday.

You only turn once, right?

You said that last year
when I turned .

Well, it was also true then.

Hey, you need a taxi?

No, I'll just use one
of my rideshare apps.

You sure? It's right here.

Yeah, I know. But cabs are lame.

Cabs are lame. Oh, OK.

Well, whatever you want.

I can get you a horse-drawn
carriage, if you'd rather.

Maybe a rickshaw if
that's more your speed?

Well, that's the first time

I've seen him smile in a few weeks.

Yeah, what do you mean?

He's just going through one
of those teenage boy phases.

Right.

So you're picking up the cake, right?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

No, I know an amazing place.

Great, well, stop by around : or so.

- Yep.
- It'll be fun...

kids, pizza, video games.

Yeah, it sounds perfect.

Let me guess.

All right, I'll see you.

Ty, I love you. See you tonight.

Hey, Isobel. What's up?

Yeah, I'll be there in minutes.

All right, let's check
for chemicals, prints, DNA.

I'm guessing they didn't
just store the b*mb here.

Probably built it here, too.

OK, Curt, the more you
tell us, the more you help,

the lighter your sentence is
going to be. Do you understand?

You're only going to get
one bite at this apple.

So you better make it count.

Like I told you, Ramy,
or whatever your real name is...

It is Omar.

OK, Omar, like I told you,

I had no idea any of this
was going to happen.

None. I liked Anish, a lot.

We were friends.

OK, I believe you for now.

But you got to give us
something that we can use.

Did anybody else know about this b*mb?

You have any other potential buyers?

One.

I met with him earlier today,

about an hour before I met with Omar.

What did you discuss?

Price.

Guy didn't have a lot of money.

But he was eager to do
the deal, too eager.

I-I got nervous.

I thought he might have been
a cop, so I blew him off.

OK, what was his name?

I think he said his name
was Nate, something like that.

I don't know his last name.

How did you get in contact with Nate?
Do you have his phone number?

No, we did it through encrypted chat.

What did he look like... height, build?

Short dark hair, medium height.

We need to know what time
and where you met with Nate,

what street.

Be as specific as you can.

Hey. What's going on?

OA said this thing was
just getting started.

- Well, things accelerated.
- Yeah.

After weeks of talking in a chat room,

OA finally met with the broker.

The plan was to establish credibility,

do a quick money flash,
but the guy was ready to roll.

So OA went for it.

And when they went
to retrieve the device,

the broker's partner was dead.

And the b*mb was missing.

Uh-huh, so we have a k*ller
in the wind with a b*mb?

Well, according to the specs,
the broker rattled off,

it is not just a b*mb.

It's a big b*mb.

We're talking Oklahoma City.

Copy that.

All right, I'll start
digging into the details

and go to work.

How are we doing with that video?

- Good.
- Yeah?

Just pulled some from
an ATM across the street.

OK, yeah, yeah, yeah.

OK, there's our broker, Curt.

And that must be our suspect.

Can we get a better angle on his face?

This is the best I can do.

Did you have any luck with facial rec?

- No, nothing.
- All right, keep looking.

There's got to be another angle.

Yep, found another street cam.

All right, let's keep it going.

Throw it up.

All right, I don't know about his face.

But we can definitely see his car.

Get that license plate number.

Yep, yep, running it now.

OK, Jorge Rubio...

short dark hair, medium height.

That matches Curt's description.

But the b*mb broker
said his name was Nate.

I used to say I was ' ".

Find me that address now.

Hey, what's going on?

Only three kids have RSVPed.

They're boys.

They probably don't even know
what RSVP means, right?

Yeah, but their parents do.

Right, OK, well, we'll just have to wait

and see who shows up tonight, OK?

OK, you're not listening
to what I'm saying.

I am. But what can we do?

We can't control who RSVPs
and who doesn't

or who comes and who doesn't.

All I'm saying is, we will make it work.

And all I'm saying is
I'm worried about Tyler.

He's not as secure and
confident as you think he is.

What do you... what do you mean?

He's having a hard time making friends.

Well, that's what high school is about,

you know, figuring out who
you like, who you don't like...

Jubal, he eats his lunch
alone in the library.

And...

last night, I heard him
crying in his bedroom.

I asked him what was wrong.

He didn't want to talk about it.

He's really insecure about his health...

the leukemia.

He won't admit it to me or you,

but it's really affecting him.

He'll be OK.

[TAPPING ON GLASS]

- He's tough.
- Hey.

- Sorry to interrupt.
- Yeah?

We got an address on the suspect.

OK.

I got to go.

It's going to be fine. I promise.

[HUMMING]

Hands up!

Shut off the music.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on?

Who are you?
What... what are you doing in here?

Any chemicals or components?

Nothing.

OK, can somebody please tell
me what the hell is going on?

Yeah, but not in here.

Where's your car?

My... my car? Why?

We're investigating a homicide.

We have reason to believe
that you were speaking

with the victim today.

Discussing the purchase of a b*mb.

What?

Oh... OK, now you really lost me.

Is this some kind of joke?

A b*mb?

Well, I-I sell life insurance, man.

We have a video of your car.

The Toyota? I sold that three days ago.

I just haven't filled out
the DMV paperwork yet.

Who'd you sell it to?

A guy named Nathan.

He lives down the block
with my buddy, Tony.

This guy?

Yeah, yeah.

OK, last name?

I don't know. I didn't ask.

He paid cash for the car.

All right, you said
he lives down the block.

What house?
And I want the exact address.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[GROANS]

I need an ambulance in my location ASAP.

Sir, sir, can you hear me?

Can you hear me, sir? What's your name?

Is Nathan here?

No, he...

Is he the one who shot you?

I tried to stop him.

He's going to k*ll a lot of people.

Nathan... does he have a b*mb?

Where is he going?

Do you know where he's going?

Can you hear me?

He's gone.

His driver's license says
that his name is Tony Wilton.

Well, that would make sense.

Jorge said that Nathan lives
with a guy named Tony.

You think he was heading
into work or coming home?

Shirt looks freshly pressed.

I would say his day was just starting.

Tony's dead?

You think Nathan did it?

I'm not sure.

Hoping you can help us figure that out.

I don't know.

But things between the two
of them weren't working out.

Tony said he liked the guy
when they first met.

But when the dude moved in,
things got weird.

In what way?

He was too intense.

He was too angry.

He wanted him to move out.

He asked if I could help get rid of him.

But I didn't want any
part of that drama.

The dude was scary.

Looks like you made the right choice.

This is weird, right?

Yeah, I recognize some
of those faces, though.

They're all conservative right-wingers

who've been in the news.

Dog alerted to the back room.

The b*mb was here,
but there's no sign of it now.

OK, what about any g*ns?

No, but a lot of
extremist paraphernalia...

books, protest, signs,
all railing against the right.

Well, that could be why he and the
missing roommate wanted a b*mb.

So let's get this scrubbed ASAP.

- Can you get this to the JOC?
- Yes, sir.

All right, folks.

Let's talk about this.

Our suspect... let's
call him Nathan for now,

no last name... is out there
somewhere with the b*mb.

And it doesn't take a genius
to do the math here.

If you're willing to k*ll to
get something that goes boom,

you are going to use it.

So let's talk about possible targets.

Let's talk about whether we
think this guy is working solo now.

Possibly.

Preliminary ballistic report confirms

the g*n that k*lled the
b*mb-maker also k*lled Tony.

Right, OK, so maybe we're
dealing with a lone wolf.

Problem is that wolf is an enigma.

So let's talk about
our dead caterer, Tony.

So far, nobody we've
talked to in his family

has even heard of Nathan.

But what else do we know about him?

Tony was arrested twice for failure

to disperse at protests.

But nothing in his past
indicates he's willing to k*ll

for those beliefs.

Doesn't mean his friend isn't.

Maybe that was their beef.

Is there any name on the
paperwork at Tony's,

besides his... a utility bill,

maybe a rent check made out
from this Nathan character?

None, there's no visible
money trail between the two.

- Any prints or DNA?
- ERT scrubbed the place.

Only managed to find partial
prints and DNA strands,

nothing conclusive.

Come on, guys.
We need a name, an email address,

phone number, something.

Yeah, well, I've been
scrubbing the laptop

we've recovered from Tony's house.

Located a few texts from
some chat between him

and a guy calling himself Nate Nation.

I'm guessing that's Nathan.

What'd they say?

So the few dated two weeks ago
are kind of general.

Looks like they bonded
over their beliefs.

Both felt the right
was destroying our democracy.

OK, so that is our
top contender for the why.

Now I'll give you a gold star
if you can find me something

more substantive than political gripes,

something that will actually
help us catch this guy.

OK, here's one from
less than a week ago.

Tony told Nathan he had an
upcoming catering job that was

a perfect target for them to focus on,

one that would generate headlines.

All right, did he say anything else

about this catering job...
where it was, what it was for?

No, nothing.

All right, get Tiffany and Scola

over to that catering company,
see if we can figure out

what function Tony was talking about.

Right.

Things have slowed down a lot
because of COVID, the economy.

But we're still pretty busy.

There's a wedding in two days

then a software engineering conference

three days after that.

Mind if I take a look?

Thanks.

OK, first function's in two days.

OK, so look, Tony was wearing
a uniform when he was k*lled.

Is there anything else that
might be on the schedule

you could think of?

Some conference at a hotel
out in Northport... the Links.

But that already started
about minutes ago.

And, yeah, Tony was
supposed to be there.

Can you pull up
the information for that event?

Lunch to be served
after a keynote speech

by Judge Edward Saunders of the
Southern District of New York.

Hey, Tiff.

- Give me one second.
- Hard-core conservative, OK?

He's been in the news a lot recently,

praising the Supreme Court's
recent rulings

on ab*rtion, g*n rights.

So if he's the guest
of honor, most likely

the attendees have the
same political leaning.

Which means this conference
is one hell of a target

for a guy like Nathan.

OK, I'ma call this in.

Hey, what's up?

Hey, I just got off
the phone with the ADIC.

He feels strongly that we need
to move cautiously on this.

He doesn't want to shut down
the conference

without something more substantial.

It's the Federalist Society
we're talking about here.

There's too many ways it could backfire.

If it turns out to be a false alarm,

we'll be the lead on every
right-wing news channel

for the next few months.

All right, copy that.

Deploy agents to that golf course.

Tell them to stay tucked away.

And if we get eyes
on Nathan or his vehicle,

- we evacuate immediately.
- [PHONE BUZZING]

Oh, they caught a break.

Kelly, what's up? I'm right here.

Yeah. Just got a hit in Queens.

Car we're looking for
went down a dead end street

minutes ago.

- OK, what then?
- Don't know.

- Hasn't reappeared yet.
- Keep looking.

- OK.
- Queens.

That's nowhere near
the Link's conference center.

Well, it doesn't matter.
That's where the car is,

which means Nathan and the b*mb
may be nearby.

- Get OA and Nina over there.
- Yep.

- That's our car.
- Heads up.

There's someone in the
driver's side door.

FBI. Get out of the car.

Hands where we can see them.

All right, hands behind your back.

OK, where's Nathan?

Who's Nathan?

Ain't mine. I found that.

Don't play dumb and sit down.

- OK, pop the trunk.
- [TRUNK CLICKS]

It's empty.

Well, I didn't take anything out of it.

Where was the guy that was driving?

I don't know.
He walked away about minutes ago.

And?

He took a big duffel bag
out of the trunk.

It looked heavy.

That's our b*mb.

All right, folks,
NYPD has got a carjacking

a block away from the location
of Nathan's abandoned vehicle.

And the suspect fits the description.

Means he's feeling the heat.

Ditched the car, grabbed another,

and he and the b*mb are still
in the proverbial wind.

So somebody please, find me some eyes.

- Got something.
- Yeah?

Video from the parking lot
security camera

that caught the carjacking.

OK.

Here we go. Here we go. It's good angle.

Uh-huh, the b*mb's got
to be in that duffel.

Does that car he just took have GPS?

No, it's too old.

It's got to be good enough
for facial rec, right?

- Checking now.
- Come on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Yes, got a hit.

All right, eyes up, people.

Suspect's name is Nathan Baker,

year old from Portland, Oregon.

Been in and out of psychiatric
institutions most of his adult life.

And currently wanted
for torching the home

of Lawrence Howard,
Oregon State Chairman

of the Republican National Committee.

So he's stepping up his game,
escalating.

Do we have any other video,

know which direction he's traveling?

Just got a hit on a traffic cam position

near the Long Island Expressway.

Shows a Black Nissan heading east.

OK, East on the LIE
means the original target

is still in play.

All right, let's alert
the agents we already have

covering the building, get the
rest of the team over there ASAP.

OK.

But are we evacuating the building?

To hell with politics.

He's heading east.

His dead buddy told him
about the conference.

Let's do it.

OK.

Jubal, we have boots on the ground.
Initiating the search.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Hey, that's our car, right?

Yep.

- It's clear.
- Clear over here.

Engine's still warm,
which means Nathan could be in the area.

OK, cover me.

- It's empty.
- All right.

Hey, guys, no b*mb here, which means

he's either planted it
or he's in the process.

Either way, we need to
evacuate the building ASAP.

Please, please.
Thank you all for coming.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Special Agent Stuart Scola with the FBI.

There's nothing to panic about.

But we need everyone
to proceed to the exits

in an orderly fashion.

- Leave the building.
- Come on, you heard him.

This is not a request.
It's not up for debate.

Let's go.

Leave your personal belongings behind

and head towards the exits.

Up you go. Let's go.

OK. Jubal, we just sent you
the access codes.

We need you guys
to tap into the camera feed

here at the conference center.

Elise, you got the feed?

Yeah, there are cameras in total.

Looks like they cover the entrance,

- exits, and stairwells.
- OK, good, good, good.

We need you to scrub
the last minutes.

Nathan could still be
wearing a gray hoodie

and hopefully carrying
a black duffel bag.

Yeah, we're on it.

Wait. Stop. Right there.

Yeah, yeah, there he is. When was this?

Timestamp says minutes ago.

OK, OA, he entered
stairwell three minutes ago

and headed downstairs.

It appears he has the b*mb with him.

Where is stairwell number three?

- West end of the building.
- OK.

OK, Jubal, has Nathan left
that stairwell yet?

I don't think we have a basement feed.

- Do we have a basement feed?
- Nope.

OK, fast-forward.

Keep going.

Keep going.

Yeah, he leaves five minutes later.

And he does not have
the duffel bag on him,

which means the b*mb is in place.

♪ ♪

Tiff?

Jubal, we have eyes on
the black duffel bag.

Come on. Come on.

How are we looking?

Looks pretty straightforward.

Should be able to render it safe.

Thank God.

That timer is ticking down real fast.

Welcome to my world.

Scola, be advised we are in the process

of disarming the b*mb.

Kelly, Elise,
having any luck finding Nathan?

- Well, nothing so far.
- Yeah, me neither.

Scola, you got eyes on the suspect?

Negative. We're doing our best,

but there's a lot of movement right now.

Look, he could be
taking advantage of this

and blending in with the evacuees.

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, did you get the cake?

Not yet.

I... I'll handle it.

OK, if you need me
to get it, just let me know

- and I'll go do it.
- I'll handle it.

I promise. But I got to go.

I'll see you tonight?

Hey, Jubal, you OK?

Yeah, yeah, no,
that was... it was nothing.

I need you to head over to Northport.

I need you to oversee this.

Yeah, of course, OK.

Think I've got it.

Wait, no.

No what? Is there a problem?

There is now.

Looks like the guy who built
this anticipated someone

trying to disarm it, added
some collapsing circuits.

Meaning there's two different
ignition components.

OK, and that's bad?
You can't disarm both?

I can.

But not before that timer hits zero.

Come on, guys. Let's go. Evacuate.

OK, so we move it to a place
with less damage potential.

I wouldn't chance it.

If a guy went through that much effort,

it's a good chance he put
a motion sensor in there,

meaning once that timer is initiated,

any movement will cause
that thing to go off.

Hey, Basur, are you
certain that that is part

of the b*mb's construction?

No, but there's not
enough time to confirm

that it does or doesn't.

Look, I'm just going to
sh**t this to you straight.

We need to get clear of
this area, and I mean now.

Scola, please tell me
the evacuation is complete.

I think this b*mb is going to blow.

Negative, there are still at least

people on the third floor.

♪ ♪

[CLAMORING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Why are you two still in there?

Clear the area now.

Isobel, there is no chance we can

get everyone clear of the blast radius

before this thing goes off.

OA, this is about
preservation of life now,

including your own.

Look, you heard her.
We got to get out of here.

[GROANS] OK.

All the way down, this way.

How many people are
left in the building?

Too many. There's a wedding
party on the second floor.

Isobel, please be advised the evacuation

is not going to be complete.

I am aware.

But we are out of options.

Get the hell out of there now.

That is an order.

Yes, ma'am.

Let's go.

Tiff, pull my SUV up
to the nearest exit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
what are you doing?

Look, you cannot move that thing.

- What if it has a motion sensor?
- The b*mb tech said there...

b*mb tech said that there is a chance.

And if there's a chance,
I got to take it, OK?

Please.

Yeah.

This way towards the exit, quickly.

♪ ♪

Come on, keep it moving,
quickly and calmly.

There's a b*mb?

Ma'am, everything's OK.
We have it under control.

Please move towards the exit.

[EXHALES]

♪ ♪

Move.

Move.

All right, what are we doing?

I am taking this to a place
with less damage potential.

OK.

You are staying here to help. Please.

OA, no, I'm coming with you.

Tiff, I'm the senior agent here.

We do not have time to discuss this.

I'm sorry.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

OA, drop that thing
on the side of the road

and get the hell out of there.

I'm not far enough away
from the building, Isobel.

Get out of there.

[ENGINE REVS]

Get out of there! That is an order!

♪ ♪

[CROWD SCREAMS]

OA?

OA, answer me.

OA, do you copy?

[HEAVY BREATHING]

Come on, OA, answer me.

I'm good.

I'm OK.

We still need to find Nathan, though.

You guys start searching.
I'm going to go pick up OA.

What's up?

That's Nathan.

He ditched the black hoodie.

That's him.

We're in foot pursuit of the suspect,

heading south away from the building.

He burned us.

♪ ♪

FBI, freeze!

[g*nf*re]

We've got sh*ts fired.

We need an immediate containment.

[g*nf*re]

Suspect is a white male wearing
a green shirt and jeans.

We're on scene.

Nathan, drop the w*apon!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Drop the g*n, Nathan.
- Listen to him, Nathan!

- There's nowhere to go.
- Whoa.

Back off.

Come any closer, and I k*ll the kid.

Get away. I mean it.

It's over, Nathan.

He dies unless you walk away.

- Do it.
- Hey, listen, listen.

- You don't need to hurt the boy.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, please.

- Please, please don't do this.
- I mean it!

- All of you, back off!
- [g*nf*re]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

- Hey. What do you got?
- Hey.

Hostage is white,
brown hair, years old.

Car was parked to the
right of that vehicle.

They escaped this way.

- All right, where's the father?
- Right here.

- Sir?
- Yes?

- Hey, Agent Valentine...
- Did you find him?

Did you find Charlie?

Not yet, but we have agents
surrounding the area.

And we are confident they
have not left the vicinity.

- OK.
- OK, good. So hopefully...

I should have never brought him
to that conference.

I just thought it would
be educational for him...

This is not your fault.
I'm sure you were just trying

to spend time with your son.

I can't imagine
what you're going through.

But I need you to stay positive
and let us do our thing.

We're going to do everything
we can to find Charlie

and make sure nobody hurts him, OK?

Thank you.

All right, stay put.

Stay with my agent in case we need you.

OK.

Please leave a message after the tone.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Hey, Sam, Tyler just called me.

Everything OK?

Yeah, he's upset
because a couple of kids

decided to go to the Mets game
instead of his birthday party.

Oh, OK.

OK, well, you can minimize it
if you want to.

No, I'm not. I'm not minimizing it.

What are we going to do?

The kids, they want to
go to the Mets game.

He's having a really
hard time with it, Jubal.

Yeah, I know Tyler
is having a tough time.

You keep telling me.

Look, I got to go.
I'm in the middle of something.

I'll call you later.

Hey, Isobel. What's up?

Hey, Suffolk County PD
found the suspect's car

about a half a mile away.

OK, that's good news. Where?

Oh, that's not far. I'm on the way.

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[BRAKES SQUEAL]

- We have eyes on the suspect?
- Not exactly.

But we did find his vehicle
abandoned one block away.

Containment is pretty tight.

So the only place he could possibly be

is in that building.

Right.

[g*nf*re]

Get down! Get down!

OA, call it in.

We have sh*ts fired.

Suspect is held up at the building

at the corner of Waterford Way
and Mansfield.

sh*ts fired. Alpha team get in position.

Nathan, this is
Agent Jubal Valentine, FBI.

I'm here to help you.

I want a car with bulletproof
glass in the next minutes

or the boy dies.

We don't have a shot.

OK, I think I can make that happen.

But first things first, you
need to release the hostage.

His name is Charlie. He's years old.

And he has nothing to do
with any of this.

- Once you do that, we can talk...
- I'm not letting anyone go.

Just get me a car or the boy dies.

You sure this building is contained?

Yes, positive.

All right, let's make sure
the sn*pers are in position,

- yeah?
- OK.

Hey, Jubal.

Yeah?

There's a delivery door
in the back of the building.

- Uh-huh.
- If you distract him,

we can make entry there.

Let's do it.

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Jubal, we're in position.

All right, do your thing.

Just keep him engaged.

Nathan, it's me, Agent Valentine.

I'm unarmed. I got no w*apon here.

I just want to talk this out,
me and you, OK?

Now look, I'm going to need you
to release the kid.

It's the only way I'm going
to be able to get you a car.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, easy, easy.

I want to see the car.

I'm not releasing him until...
until it's here,

until I can see it with my own eyes.

OK, I can work with that.

That's fine. We're working on it.

You should have an SUV
with bulletproof glass

here in about... about minutes or so.

I need it faster.

Hey, man, I'm doing the best I can.

It's not easy to find
a bulletproof glass...

I see a lot of cars back there.

Just give me one of those.

Pull it around back and...

OK, OK, yeah, that's fine.

That's fine.

Now, why don't you just
let Charlie go, all right?

And we can...

I just told you I want a car now!

So stop playing around
and make it happen,

or I'm going to sh**t this kid
in the head, I swear to God.

Hey, hey, stop, stop.

Hey, that is a bad idea.

You do that, everybody loses.
Please, let me help you.

Let me get you into a car or...

you... you know what?

Better yet, let me drive you.

I'll take you wherever you want to go.

You want to go to the airport?

You want to go to the bus terminal?

- You name it.
- No, I don't want you.

I want a car.

Stop talking.

Stop negotiating.

Hey, hey. Oh, Nathan.

You're not thinking this through.

Listen to me.

If I'm in the car, nobody's going

to do anything stupid, right?

Right?

It's a smart id...

Come on. I got you.
You're okay. This way.

- You're okay.
- You're all right.

Let's go over here.

Right this way.

Thank you so much.

I don't even know where to begin.

I'm just glad your son is OK.
Here he is.

- Oh, Charlie.
- Dad.

[SIGHS]

Oh, Charlie. Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

You okay?

OK.

[SIGHS]

Hello?

Hey.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪ ♪

I'm sorry, Sam.

I... I got swept up in a case.

A kid was taken hostage.

How was the party?

It was fine.

How many kids showed up?

Four.

But they had fun.

I think they did, anyway.

Yeah, no, I'm sure they...

Well, thanks for...

not making me feel any worse
than I already feel.

Ty upstairs?

- Yeah.
- Mind if I say good night?

Of course.

♪ ♪

[SIGHS]

♪ ♪

I love you, buddy.

♪ ♪

[WOLF HOWLS]