( vehicles honking )
( honking )
( several vehicles honking )
( siren blaring )
MAN: Yo, I'm telling you.
When I saw my reflection in the grill of that Hummer,
it was a beautiful thing.
I mean, a man and his bike,
defying death to live another day.
Hey.
Any luck finding your stuff?
Thank you so much for the bike.
No worries.
I asked all around the Belvedere.
No one remembers seeing my bike locked up,
let alone who took it.
I think he might know.
( pounding )
Am I interrupting something?
No, we were just finishing up.
Good. Got one more for the road. Do you want it?
Yeah, definitely.
Hey, yo. You sure you want to do that, Lou?
I mean, Brandon here, he's a damn slow rider.
Even slower on foot.
Ain't that right?
Where's your bike?
It's in the shop.
Rush hour traffic, running would be faster.
Yeah, nice try, newbie.
Come on, Lou.
Fly like the wind.
( honking )
( phone ringing )
( groans )
( ringing continues )
Hello.
What are you still doing at home?
You were supposed to be here a half hour ago.
What? Oh, crap.
I overslept. I'm sorry.
What have I told you
about staying out late on school nights?
What's up?
We got a bike messenger on the West Side.
Brandon Parker, 18.
Went out on a run two nights ago,
made his delivery; no one's seen him since.
And who called it in?
Someone down at the dispatch office.
You know, NYPD
busted a few of these guys for running drugs.
We're thinking maybe it could be related.
So, Danny and I are gonna... we're gonna head down there.
Why don't you meet us there when you're done waking up?
Martin?
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm on my way.
Brandon seemed pretty rattled when he left the other night,
so I figured, "No biggie,
he forgot to check in after his run."
Does he normally call in?
He checks with the dispatcher for his schedule the next day.
When he's a no-show two days in a row,
and no call, either...
So you tried to, uh, contact him?
Yeah, on his work cell. Only number I had.
Went straight to voicemail.
Um, do you know if Brandon has any family in the area?
He didn't talk about them if he did.
Well, maybe he just bailed.
I hear you guys have a pretty high turnover here.
Like a revolving door.
But Brandon said that he really needed this job.
Okay, what about the other messengers?
Anything illegal been going on?
Define illegal.
Okay. Running drugs last year?
I don't know about the rest of them,
but not Brandon-- he kept clean.
Did Brandon have any problems
with any of the other messengers?
There's this one guy, Zach.
Brandon thought he might have stolen his bike.
Is Zach here today?
Actually, he's not.
According to his friends,
he got into some kind of accident yesterday.
He had to spend the night at St. Andrews Hospital.
Yeah, doc says it's a fractured ulna.
My sympathies.
( door opening )
Sorry. Crosstown traffic.
Yo, I seriously hope you asked the doctor
before yanking me out of recovery.
Otherwise, even Uncle Sam can't save you from a lawsuit.
This police report says
that you were riding Brandon Parker's bike
when you met that Volvo face-first.
Ulna. I hit my ulna.
And that driver ran a red light.
He'll be hearing from my lawyer, too.
Where'd you get the bike?
Found it.
Did you find his wallet and his cell phone, too?
Hmm?
Because the admitting nurse
said she found these in your shoulder bag.
Is that what she said?
Yeah, she did.
Look, I admit, I took his wheels, all right?
As a joke.
But all that stuff, it was in a pouch on his handlebars.
So you're just holding it for him till he comes back?
Yeah, something like that.
Hey, Zach.
We know you had a problem with Brandon, okay?
Now he's missing and you show up with his personal effects.
Let me tell you something.
You're the definition of a suspect, my friend.
You don't seriously think I laid a hand on him?
Y'all trippin', yo.
In fact, you got it backwards.
He came back after his last run.
Dude's a bike messenger and there he goes,
running to do the delivery.
Zach. How weak is that, yo?
Yo, I'm talking to you.
I want my bike back.
"I want my bike back."
( laughs )
What if I said I didn't take your bike?
What if I kicked your ass?
Well then you'd be going home crying to Mommy.
Man, what the hell's going on?
Doesn't matter, man. Let's get out of here.
Oh, what, you man enough to hit somebody,
but you can't stay around?
Get off me.
That's right, punk.
You better run!
If that guy hadn't shown,
Brandon'd be on the ground no time flat.
You ever see the guy in the Camaro before?
Nope.
Think you could describe him to sketch artist?
For you...
I can do just about anything.
Okay...
And voilà.
Your messenger scratched off the original photo,
dropped in his own and did a pretty lousy job laminating it.
It's a lot of work for a bad fake.
Hey, easy, that's a camera.
Really?
You know, I used to sideline these
in high school, making them for buddies.
It's a lot harder now with digital technology.
Did you put that on your FBI application?
( chuckles ): Don't ask, don't tell.
Mm-hmm.
All right, guys, meet your real Brandon Parker.
That's great. Good work.
Thanks.
That's, uh, not a camera.
I knew that.
He's been using your son's ID, Mrs. Parker.
Do you recognize him?
His name is Matt.
He used to play basketball in a YMCA league with Brandon.
Do you have a last name?
No. I might still have a team roster, though.
Poor boy.
His parents must be worried sick.
Did you ever see them at any of the games
or picking him up after practice?
I don't think so. No. Sorry.
Here it is.
Yeah. Matt Jameson.
He dropped out early in the season.
A lot of these kids fall behind in school.
Can I see this? Thank you.
I'm gonna go call it in.
Okay.
We're gonna need to talk to your son,
if you don't mind.
Just ask a few questions.
Of course, but Brandon's with his father
checking out the campus at Penn, has been all week.
When was the last time you saw Matt?
Couple of months ago.
He showed up at a playoff game,
just to watch.
We had a little party here afterwards.
I felt bad for him, so I invited him over.
( indistinct sportscast )
Hey there.
Why don't you grab a soda from the fridge?
Thanks.
This is insane.
What is this, a month's worth of food?
Try a week.
Barely that, with teenagers eating me out of house and home.
Bread crumbs.
You just mix a few in with the beef.
It goes a lot farther
and nobody can taste the difference.
A little trick from my mom.
She sounds like an industrious lady.
Listen, if, uh... if you want me to help, I can.
I know my way around the kitchen.
All right.
Why don't you wash up?
I could use the help.
What happened to your arm?
Oh, that?
That's what happens when you go diving for a loose ball
and catch the bleachers instead.
It's pretty ugly. I don't recommend it.
Something about his story... didn't seem right.
But I just let it go.
Excuse me.
So I tracked down the apartment.
Landlord says they moved out the middle of last year.
That can't be right.
The list's just a few months old.
A lot can happen in a few months.
Social services file on Matt Jameson.
Let's see...
Okay, born October 1990.
That makes him 15, not 18
like he told the messenger company.
You have a current address?
No, but he is in the system.
He spent a year in foster care when he was four years old.
His mother, Nadine Jameson, had a problem
with crystal meth.
But there's no father recorded on the birth certificate.
Looks like the kid didn't fare any better
with his foster dad.
Multiple allegations of child abuse.
Yeah, well the mother eventually got clean and got him back.
Hey, guys, I got something.
An electric bill
in Nadine Jameson's name.
Dated last month.
Address is in Harlem near 135th.
( baby crying and man snoring )
No wonder he gave a fake address.
( "Roadrunner" cartoon music playing )
( loud knocking )
Ms. Jameson?
It's the FBI.
We need to talk to you. Please open the door.
SAMANTHA: Hi.
Who are you?
Uh, I'm Samantha. This is Martin.
We're with the FBI.
Which is kind of like the police.
Is Matt here?
No.
What about your mom? Is she at home?
It's okay.
You can tell us.
She doesn't live here anymore.
What about your dad?
He died last year.
Okay, so who's
watching over you guys?
Matt.
All right, keep the change.
When was the last time you talked to Matt?
A couple days ago.
I'm not supposed to call him at work except in emergencies.
But I didn't know what to do.
About what?
Our building manager came by to drop this off for my mom.
Matt made me read it to him over the phone.
Here you go.
It's a three-day eviction notice.
I'm not hungry right now.
That's okay.
Listen, um... can you tell us a little bit about your mom?
How long has she been gone?
I don't know, a few months.
Yeah. Do you have any idea
where she went?
Matt told us
she got transferred to a new job in Boston.
SAMANTHA: So it's just been you,
Matt and the little ones for a while?
Yeah.
Matt quit school so he could stay home and watch Andy.
He said that way Kate and I could keep going.
Then when we would get home, he'd go to work.
At the messenger service?
Sometimes. He had another job too at the locksmiths.
Do you know the name of the place?
I... no.
So that's where the new locks on the door came from?
Yeah.
Because of what happened.
This sauce tastes funny.
That's because it's funny-tasting food night.
Come on, Katie. It's not going to kill you.
Sarah's not eating it.
I have a test. I have to study.
I have to study, too. ( knocking )
What did I tell you about doing this at the table?
( loud knocking )
( pounding )
What the hell are you doing here, Ramsey?
Move it, kid.
You don't come into my house like that! Get the hell out of here...
( screams )
Back off.
I opened the door for your mom.
That thieving whore stole my stash.
I'm just collecting on a debt.
Where's your wallet?
Give me your wallet
or the little bitch is next.
This all you got?
You know where my mom is? No. I threw her out on her ass.
You know where she went? Far from this rat hole if she has half a brain.
( door closes )
Oh, baby, I'm sorry.
MARTIN: So this Ramsey guy,
is this your mom's boyfriend?
I don't know.
Has he been back since that night?
Did you or Matt-- anyone
call the police after your mom left?
No.
Because if we told anyone, they'd split us up.
Matt said he'd keep us together no matter what.
( baby crying )
I have to go check on my little brother. Okay.
( "Roadrunner" cartoon music playing )
So... who's going to call Social Services?
Okay, we canvassed around Matt's apartment
and these showed up at a hospital, a shelter and a drug clinic.
Shows you where he thought he'd find his mother.
Yeah, well, it's too bad if someone
tried to call.
The phone was shut off last month.
Look, I spoke to the landlord.
After Matt got the news from Sarah,
he called-- begged the landlord not to evict them.
Let me guess: he didn't get anywhere playing the sympathy card.
Not when he was six months behind on the rent.
I got the guy who ransacked their apartment.
His name is Ramsey Gorman.
He and Nadine were busted in a drug sting last October.
And check this out.
It's not the first time he was caught.
Where is he now?
Uh, his last known address
is in Chelsea on 33rd Street.
Let's see if we can find him.
Right.
Hey, listen, this one's all yours.
I have a lead on Nadine
that I ought check out.
Where's Martin?
Not my day to watch him.
( sighs )
ELENA: Mr. Gold, we tracked
the die stamp imprinted on those locks
and they brought us here.
Yeah. I gave them to Matt.
You gave Matt over $500 worth of merchandise?
That's retail.
It was a bonus for being a good apprentice.
When was the last time you saw him?
Why? Is Matt in some sort of trouble?
Is he the type to get into trouble?
Well, I didn't think so,
but lately he hasn't exactly been his reliable self.
He shows up late.
He doesn't show up at all.
Sometimes he shows up out of the blue.
( rustling )
Matt?
Mr. Gold.
I didn't expect you to be here so late.
Neither did I, but I've got this stack of invoices back there
that disagree.
Is everything all right?
Yeah, Mr. Gold,
everything's fine.
Uh, my buddy here just got locked out
and I kind of wanted to help him out.
If you don't mind.
No, kid, of course I don't mind.
MAN: I'm such a klutz.
It's good to know somebody in the business though, huh?
Hey, that's what friends are for.
I, uh... I think I got it, Mr. Gold.
Thank you.
And away we go.
Thanks again, Pops.
Listen, ladies, Matt is a good kid.
But that friend of his--
he looked like he just walked out of jail.
Okay, is this the guy?
Yeah, that's him.
Mr. Gold, we're going to need to dust for this guy's prints.
Now which one of these lock sets was he holding?
Uh, I'm pretty sure it was that one.
Okay, we're also going to need a list
of your customers past and present.
We think maybe him and this guy
were planning some burglaries
to be able to pay the rent.
The neighbor says Ramsey usually rolls in around this time
stinking of nightclubs and crackheads.
I think today
it's Dumpsters and alley trash.
Hey, Ramsey Gorman, FBI!
Hey, hey, okay, we're going.
Get over here!
Put your hands where we can see them. Take it easy, man!
You got any needles on you, huh?
'Cause I sure as hell don't want to get stuck.
No, I ain't no junkie, man.
We're looking for Matt Jameson.
Do you know where he is?
I don't know who he is.
He must have killed off too many brain cells smoking his own stuff.
You planted that.
Oh, yeah? Where do you want me to plant this?
Huh? Where do you want me to plant this?
That's for protection.
Protection? From who?
The 15-year-old kid whose apartment you ransacked?
Or his mom who you got strung out on drugs?
Is that what this is about?
I ain't seen the kid
since that night at his place.
I ain't seen Nadine in even longer.
If you don't believe me, I don't care.
You know what I think?
I think Matt came looking for you
with questions about his mom that you didn't want to answer.
Were you not listening?
SAMANTHA: Hey! Where is he?!
I am not going to ask you again! No! No!
Let me handle this.
Martin, back off.
Let me handle this.
Fine. Deal with the son of a bitch.
So what have you got?
Got Casey Miller.
Matches prints from the locksmith's shop.
It turns out that he and Matt
go all the way back to foster care.
And they kept in touch?
Enough to visit Miller in prison.
He got out of jail six months ago.
Four years for a string of B&Es.
Pretty tempting partner
for a young man like Matt who needs money.
Got an APB on Miller's Camaro.
Maybe they're still on the move together.
( beeping ) Hold on.
Yeah. Yeah, this is Johnson.
Really?
When?
Well, is she going to be okay?
All right, thank you.
One of the locksmith's customers was shot
and left for dead last night.
Witnesses saw two young white males leaving the scene.
Victim's name is Allison Ashford.
She's being treated at Mt. Sinai for a gunshot wound.
Is she talking?
Yeah. And she ID'd Casey Miller breaking into her place.
Now an agent is watching his apartment in the Bronx.
That's the last place they're going to be.
My guess is that they're probably on the move by now.
Yeah. Miller's ATM showed at a gas station in Staten Island
three hours after the shooting.
The security camera confirms that Matt was with him.
Jack, we found Matt's mom at a shelter near Chelsea.
Let's bring her in.
( footsteps approach )
Thanks, Steve.
Miss Jameson?
We've been looking for you.
We're not the only ones, though.
Your children have been wondering
where you've been, too.
Kids? I don't know what you're talking about.
Are you sure about that?
So I take it that this isn't you.
Or this or this, or any of these.
Look, don't waste my time.
You do have children, four of them in fact,
and the eldest one, Matt, is in serious trouble.
He's been missing for over two days
and he's a suspect in an attempted murder.
What do you want from me?
I need for you to pull yourself together
and help me find your son.
I haven't seen my son since the day I left.
What's going on?
Baby, hey.
You get the early shift again?
Oh, uh, no.
Where you going?
Out.
For how long?
I don't know.
I got to go, okay?
Why, Ma?
I can't stay here now.
I'll be back later, okay?
You're using again.
No, baby, no.
Then why do you have to leave?!
Keep your voice down.
You're going to wake up the kids.
Like you care?
Who's supposed to take care of them, Mom, me?
Look, I cannot have this conversation with you right now.
Who, Ma, huh?
Damn it, Matthew.
You're so smart. You figure it out.
When Gary died,
I just couldn't keep it together anymore.
And I tried to stop using.
I, uh, I went to clinics and rehab more than once.
So, what, you want a prize?
I told you I couldn't do anything for those kids.
Those kids are your kids.
Do you know somebody by the name of Casey Miller?
He was a friend of Matt's.
All right. Any idea why they'd be in Staten Island?
My older sister Margaret lives out there,
or she did.
I don't know anymore.
A few years back,
she tried to get custody of the kids,
but it didn't work out.
Let me guess.
The court sided with the mother.
Yeah, that's right.
Are you aware that
he's posted flyers with your photo on them
all over the neighborhood?
What, I'm supposed to feel guilty?
That would be a start.
Look, I...
I never was much of a mother.
Okay?
Maybe I just didn't have what it takes to raise kids.
But you honestly thought that your 15-year-old son did?
Any calls on our Staten Island Camaro?
Not yet.
Well, I ran all the locksmith addresses.
None of them are on the island.
I think our boy Matt may be looking for a new target.
Yeah, well, this might be it.
Check this out: Margaret Jameson,
Nadine Jameson's sister.
Her address is just a couple blocks away from the gas station.
Well, good.
Somebody's headed out to the island then.
Not this somebody.
Where's Martin?
Martin flipped out about an hour ago.
Seems like he's lost his mind.
Then he said he was feeling sick,
so I told him to go home.
He's sick again.
What does that mean, sick again?
I'm not getting to get into it.
Not getting into what?
If you have questions about Martin, ask Martin.
I must have been at the nursery when you called.
Does Margaret Jameson live here?
No, Miss Jameson's my landlady.
I rent the place from her.
Have you seen this kid?
Oh, yes.
He came by here this morning.
I almost called the cops on him.
( dog barks in distance )
May I help you?
I'm looking for Margaret Jameson.
There's no Margaret here.
She's my aunt. I know she used to live here.
I've been here, like, a hundred times.
Well, I've lived here for over five years now
and I don't know any Margaret.
And I don't like you and your friend hanging out
in front of my house.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
This isn't what it looks like, okay?
I just really need to find my aunt.
We have a family emergency.
Look, if I could just get a phone number or an address,
I would really appreciate it.
Look, I heard you the first time.
Now if you don't leave my property right now,
I will call the police.
Go ahead.
I do have Miss Jameson's phone number and address,
but I was not about to give it to that boy.
Not the way he looked.
Is it possible
for us to have her telephone number?
All right. It's inside. Stay here.
( door slams )
( knocking )
REPORTER: Sunday, the Israeli Supreme Court gave the green light...
( louder knocking )
Hold on! Geez.
Who is it?
Samantha.
Hey, what's up?
Hey. Can I come in?
Bad time?
Well, I really wasn't expecting company, but, yeah, come on in.
Thanks.
Sorry about the mess.
I haven't had time to get to it.
You want something to drink?
Sure, I'll have a glass of water.
Did Tina quit?
No, she went back to the DR.
Her daughter's been sick.
Huh.
You feeling any better?
What's that?
Feeling any better?
Look, sorry about today.
I don't have much tolerance for people like that,
but it won't happen again, okay?
Thanks.
Martin...
Do you have something you want to tell me?
No.
No?
What are these?
( clears throat )
It's a prescription for my hip, okay?
You got hurt over six months ago.
You should be off these...
Yeah, but I also got hurt again and I've been in a lot of pain.
Did you take these from her house?
You know what? It's time for you to go.
Did you take these from her house?
Look, just back off, because this is none of your business.
It is my business if you're stealing drugs from victims' homes!
Damn it! Just stop! No!
This is a problem!
What do you want from me?!
This is a problem!
I want you to let me help you.
I don't want your help.
I don't need anybody's help, okay?
Martin, please,
tell me how to help you.
I don't know, Sam.
I don't know.
Well, okay. Thanks.
No Matt on Staten Island.
No Casey Miller.
That's because Miller was found
at his ex-girlfriend's place in East Harlem.
NYPD just picked him up.
They found a pile of bloody clothes with him.
And Matt? Louis says that
Matt took off when he was asleep.
With the car?
With the gun.
I told you, man. I don't know where Matt went.
You got Allison Ashford's blood all over you,
and Matt's missing.
You do the math.
Oh, come on, man.
Matt's like my little brother.
Is that why you roped him
into robbery and attempted murder?
He was desperate, all right?
His family was getting kicked out.
He asked me to help.
So you went along, what, because
you're a Good Samaritan?
He was going to do it whether I helped him or not.
Why did you shoot the old lady?
It was an accident.
( gunshot )
Drive, man! Drive.
What was that gunshot?
What the hell?
It went bad, Matty. It went bad.
She came back while I was inside.
She surprised the hell out of me.
What, you... you shot her?
Okay, she pulled the gun, all right?
I tried to garb it. It just went off!
You said it was going to be easy.
I know what I said, all right?!
What? Is she dead?
I don't know, man.
But I know we got to get the hell out of here,
all right? Let's go, man. Drive, drive, drive! Come on!
I tried to tell Matt that it was all on me,
but it didn't matter.
We went to his aunt's to try to pick up some cash,
but it didn't work out.
And then he said that he knew someone
who might have some money.
Someone who owed him.
And that's why he took off
in your car with the gun?
Yeah.
And who's this person that owes him?
Man, if I knew the answer to that, I'd tell you.
Because the last thing I want
is for something to happen to Matt.
And I got nothing.
Hmm. Here's one.
Runs a catering service in Morningside Heights.
Had the locksmith re-key the entire place last month.
Maybe.
I just, um...
I just keep thinking about what he told Casey.
He was going out to see somebody who owed him,
which sounds personal.
I think I know where he's headed.
We found Casey Miller's Camaro.
It's parked a block away.
Engine's still warm.
Let's split up.
I got him in the back alley of the building.
Matt! Drop the gun now!
I'm Special Agent Vivian Johnson with the FBI.
We were looking for you.
( panting )
Okay, now take it easy and put that gun down.
What are you going to do if I don't? Hey, don't do this!
I know where you come from. I know what you've been through.
I found Nadine.
Did you talk to her? Yeah.
Does she have the kids?
No. But they're okay.
We're taking care of them.
I know what happened.
I know it wasn't your fault.
Does that mean I get off for that lady getting shot?
VIVIAN: I can't guarantee it.
Look, you'll be 18 in a couple of years.
You can file for custody yourself.
Are you sure of that?
It's a better option than where you're headed to right now.
Come on.
You don't have to do this on your own anymore.
Trust me.
Get up.
Are you going to stop the car
or are you going to hang out until we get a parking ticket?
( sighs ) Put the key in the ignition.
You know, I went to see Martin.
Good for you.
What is your problem, Danny?
I don't want to talk about Martin.
But you know what he's going through.
Yeah, I do.
And I also know that the first step
is to admit that you have a problem
and to ask for help.
He did. He did?
Yes, he did. He's ready, Danny.
And I believe him.
I don't think he can do this on his own.
What are we going to do to help him?
Hmm?
Why is helping Martin my responsibility?
You've been through what he's going through.
I haven't. I...
I don't know how to help him.
I-I honestly don't.
You do.
( starts engine )
Hey.
How'd it go with the DA?
Well, he's a bit tough at first, but I'm hoping
that he's going to knock it down to juvie instead of hard time.
Oh, that kid deserves a medal.
Well, he's not going to get one from Nadine.
She's up on criminal endangerment charges.
Well, there is a silver lining.
And we found her sister Margaret.
She's going to push to keep those kids out
of foster care, so that's good.
Well, let's hope the courts get it right this time.
Shouldn't be too hard.
You know, all that kid wanted was to keep his family together.
What you going to do?
We solved the case.
Yeah.
But we don't live with the consequences.
See you tomorrow.
Night.
Go home.
I'll take him down.
( elevator bell dings )
Okay.
Oh, hold on.
I used to think, yeah,
it could never happen to me.
I'm too strong to let something take control of my life.
But they were right.
The first drug is
the worst drug.
I spent six years living in gutters.
Pissed off everybody who loved me.
I lost every penny I had.
And...
I still couldn't face the fact
that I had a problem...