Jen's not doing so well.
I want you to talk to her.
I know it's never gonna be the same for you,
but it's gonna get better.
You promise?
Giusti raped her.
VIVIAN: I'm familiar with the details, Jack.
It's my case.
Yeah, well, I want to be able to give this girl something.
(rhythmic whooshing)
(beeping)
Mr. McCann?
Can you hear me?
If you can hear me, turn your head again.
(crackling static)
I need Dr. Postema in here right now.
(crackling static)
(whooshing continues)
(echoing): Jay?
You're safe, okay?
(echoing): Okay. You're in a hospital.
My name's Dr. Postema.
Are you feeling any pain?
Just blink once for yes...
(echoing): once for yes, or twice for no.
No. Okay, I got that.
You're doing fine.
Just try to relax.
Let's get a full blood workup on him.
You're here because you had a car accident a while ago.
You're gonna be all right.
Your vision's gonna be a little blurry.
Can you follow the light for me?
Great.
Jay, I'd like to ask you some questions
just to get a sense of things.
Is that all right? Yes.
Unbelievable.
Uh, you don't have to talk
if it's more comfortable not to, okay?
All right.
Uh, were you born in 1970?
Yes.
So you married in '03?
No. '02.
That's right.
And you remember why you're here?
Car crash?
Okay. I think that's probably enough for now.
Get some rest.
When?
When was the accident?
It was three years ago.
(sighs quietly)
(footsteps approaching)
Kimberly.
Oh.
(softly): Oh, my God!
(sobbing)
(inhales and exhales loudly)
(distant honking, loud, mechanical banging)
(inhales through nose, exhales through mouth)
Jay... morning.
Morning.
Glad I caught you.
How you feeling?
Better than I did a few months ago.
You're making incredible progress, just incredible.
How's the memory?
Ah, you know, a few things haven't come back.
Small price to pay, right?
I met with your care team,
and memory aside, you're almost back to 100%.
I'm recommending you be discharged.
Great.
Hardest part's over.
Thank you, Dr. Postema.
Have a nice walk.
I will.
Onward and upward.
What's up?
You remember that guy
that woke up from a coma about a month ago?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. That was a big story.
I think I read about it in the Post-- Jay something.
McCann. Jay McCann.
Oh, don't tell me he's our missing person.
Woke up this morning,
went for a walk, never came back.
Has he ever wandered off like this before?
According to his doctors, no.
That's bizarre. The whole thing's bizarre.
He was about to be discharged, and-and from what I hear,
he was really looking forward to going home, so...
Huh. You know, they said his chances
of waking up from the coma are,
like, a million to one, and now he goes missing.
What are the odds of that?
SAMANTHA: You're walking like an elephant.
You're gonna wake him up.
Okay, then you try carrying this. It's heavy.
I'm not supposed to lift anything.
Yeah. How convenient.
What are you guys doing here?
Oh, we're just dropping this off for you.
Everybody from the office.
SAMANTHA: Yeah, and you're in here
for, what, a week?
So we thought it would be cheerful.
Um, also your concerned colleagues all signed this.
Concerned that I got shot, or
concerned that I'm coming back?
(laughing): A little bit of both, actually.
Yeah. (knocking)
Two-minute warning
on your sponge bath, Mr. Malone.
I'm getting a sponge bath
from the drill sergeant.
Want to stick around?
(whispers): No.
Oh. Feel better, okay?
Yeah. Thanks for your support.
(Jack sighs)
(phone beeps)
AUTOMATED VOICE: You have one new message.
Agent Malone, this is Jen Long.
I really need to talk to you.
You think he was kidnapped?
Well, his recovery made the news
and so did the fact that he's a wealthy businessman.
And there are people out there who think
they can get a ransom sometime.
What people? Who would do that?
Was he having any conflicts
with anyone at the rehab center?
Patients, staff members?
No. They've been great.
They're very supportive.
Has he been worried or upset about anything?
He's been a little nervous, I guess,
about starting a new life.
Starting a new life or going back to the old one?
Jay was...
He's very driven.
Selfish at times, but he's a different man now.
Different because of the coma?
He went through a life-changing event,
and he came out of it a much kinder person.
Right.
And was your husband having problems of any kind
prior to the accident?
What do you mean?
Well, his disappearance might be connected
to his life back then.
He ran a successful
parts manufacturing company, correct?
Is it possible that he... that he had any troubles
with business rivals or colleagues that you're aware of?
Nothing major, but that's all ancient history.
We sold the company after the accident.
And what about the accident?
Was there anything suspicious about that?
Not the accident...
but Jay was acting strange that night.
Jay, where are you?
How long until you get here?
I don't know, Kim.
It depends on traffic, road construction,
every other damn thing that's gone wrong tonight.
Monaghan's about to start his speech.
They give out the award in half an hour.
You're gonna have to cover for me.
What?!
Just take the award,
tell them what an honor it is writing huge checks
so ghetto kids can go to college.
Tell them children are our future, some crap like that.
Jay, you have to be here.
What the hell is going on?
I don't need this right now.
Just... I'll get there when I get there.
(beep, phone clicks shut)
An hour later, the state police called.
He'd hit a tree.
Now, the accident took place outside Kingston.
He was headed north away from the city.
What was he doing out there?
I have no idea.
And he was supposed to be the guest of honor
at an awards ceremony that night?
Why would he blow that off?
You have a theory about that?
I don't. I wish I did.
Mrs. McCann, look,
if you know
anything, anything at all, you need to tell me,
because it'll help us find your husband.
The car was totaled.
When I went to get our things out of it,
I found a cashier's check
in Jay's briefcase.
It was for $100,000 made out to cash.
And who was this cashier's check from?
It was from Jay.
It turns out he'd had it drawn up earlier that day.
I don't know who it was for, but wherever he was going,
it must have had to do with that money.
And had you talked to him about it?
Jay has no memory from that period.
So far, the staff at the rehab center alibi out.
McCann is a real mascot.
Everybody loves him.
Hmm. Well, you know, he wasn't always so cuddly.
He bought a struggling factory,
and turned it into a major supplier
for aircraft parts, but you know know he did that?
By moving all the local production overseas.
That must have pissed some people off.
Like the 500 workers who lost their jobs?
Well, more than that if you count the other firms
he drove bankrupt, not to mention the lawsuits
claiming he won Pentagon contracts through bribery.
Maybe that hundred grand was a bribe.
Hmm.
Okay, let's look into
all the people he pissed off.
Maybe somebody's holding a grudge.
(phone ringing) Spade.
JACK: Hey, Samantha.
I think that Jen Long is in trouble.
What kind of trouble?
Not really sure. She...
She left me a message.
She thinks she's being followed.
(sighs)
I tried to call her back, but she hasn't returned.
Same thing with her mother.
I was just wondering if you could...
if you could head out there and just check up on her.
Um... well...
Jack, I'm kind of in the middle of a case here, but I can...
I mean, I can... I can get NYPD to send a car, check things out.
Yeah, sure.
That'll be fine.
Okay, well, I'll-I'll let you know
when I... when I hear something.
Okay. Great.
DANNY: And did your brother ever talk about
anybody threatening him? Of course not.
Look, do you guys know what happened to him?
If you do, you've got to tell me.
We're not sure yet.
Now, where was your brother going the night of the accident?
You think the accident has something
to do with this? It's possible, yeah.
I never figured out what he was doing out there.
I can't even believe it happened.
I mean, Jay was indestructible.
Like he'd be the one guy to walk away from a plane crash.
Do you know why he had a hundred grand with him?
I didn't know that he did. You did work
at the company with him, right?
Yeah, I was just a sales rep.
I wasn't exactly in the loop.
According to the log at the rehab center,
you were the last person to see him.
How did he seem to you?
He'd been super positive about his future.
He was going to take a job at my company.
Then it all kind of went out the window.
Listen, you're going to have to find someone else.
Come on, Jay. This isn't me throwing you a bone.
I see us becoming partners.
I thought I could pick up where things left off, but...
I can't.
Why not? Look at you, man: you're back; you're healthy.
You got Kim waiting for you.
Too much has changed.
I've changed.
I don't know where I fit in anymore.
All we're talking about here is a job.
What the hell's going on?
I'm remembering things, Kev.
What kind of things?
I don't know... bits, pieces.
Things I don't want to remember.
I'm afraid of where it's going.
He kind of shut down after that.
So he never mentioned what these memories
were about or what he was scared of?
I should've stayed, made him tell me what was wrong.
If I had, I'd know where he is right now.
NYPD drove by Jen's house.
No one was home, but there was no sign
of forced entry or any sign of trouble.
They probably did a drive-by.
They didn't even go inside.
No, Jack, I spoke to the desk sergeant.
Yeah, you should've gone down.
Listen,
if you really need me to go, and I mean need me to go,
maybe I can break away in a few hours, all right?
No, it's fine.
I just... I'm probably just overthinking it.
Sorry for being a pain in the ass.
Yeah, don't worry. I'm used to it.
Thanks.
(coughs)
(groans)
All right, so I just got off the phone with Jay's shrink.
He said Jay came to him wanting help remembering the car accident.
He told him he would help him, but since it was a traumatic event,
he would have to take it slow, take their time.
Jay loses it; he gets pissed off,
and he walks out of the session; end of story.
Sounds like the crash is at the center of this thing.
Well, let's reinterview all the staff.
Maybe Jay spoke to someone else about what was going on.
You got it.
I found something.
So we got video from the route McCann walked.
Look at this.
It was taken from a building security camera
a mile from the rehab center.
Now we know what we're dealing with.
Okay. Thanks, man.
Yeah, I'll see you later.
Well, that was Danny.
No one at the rehab center seems to recognize this guy.
I'll tell you,
judging from their body language in the video,
these two might know each other.
Maybe it's someone from his old life.
There's no matches so far.
Well, Martin, the day is young,
and a lot of people hated this guy.
(groans)
Well, maybe he's not from his past.
I mean, none of McCann's ex-colleagues recognize him.
Neither did his wife or his brother.
ELENA: I'm not so sure; these are
Kimberly McCann's phone records.
She talked to a Bruce Meyer a lot.
And after the husband woke up, the phone calls tripled.
Hmm.
Well, it could be the same guy. Yeah?
Agent Malone?
What happened?
Doesn't matter.
(groans)
I got a message from Jen.
Is she okay?
Yeah, she's fine.
She doesn't sound fine.
(labored breathing)
I tried to call her back. I tried to call you.
My voice mail isn't working.
Will you cut the crap?
All right, I need to know what's going on
and I need to know now.
Put yourself in her shoes.
What do you think's going on?
Look, I am trying to help your daughter.
Then leave her alone.
Okay, she's a mess because you people
just won't let her move on.
(sobbing)
(knocking) Jen?
Jen, what's the matter, honey?
This. This is what's the matter.
I found it on your nightstand.
Sweetie, it came yesterday.
And I didn't want to upset you...
It's that Romar guy.
I don't even know him.
I don't know anything about him. It's okay.
I've got a call in to our lawyer to see what
our options are. They're going to make me testify.
I'll have to answer questions in front of people,
and I'll have to talk about everything that happened.
I can't.... Shh, shh... come here.
Please, you have to help me.
She's on a witness list now.
I know what that means.
Romar's people could track her down.
I had no idea that this was going on.
Look at me.
Romar did this.
If he catches up with Jen, he's going to kill her.
She's safe where she is.
I don't think so.
You need to listen to this.
JEN (on recording): Agent Malone, this is Jen.
I really need to talk to you.
I just went for a run, and I saw this guy.
I saw him yesterday, too,
and I think he might be following me.
I'm really scared to go home
(battery beeps) and I don't know what to do, so...
My battery's dying. I'll call you back when I...
(battery beeps)
My God...
So you convinced now?
Where is she?
I sent her to my sister Beth's apartment.
Okay.
ELENA: Take a look, Mr. Meyer.
It's not me.
That's not my car, either.
Let me see.
(clears throat)
Looks like you.
And I'm sure you're familiar with this man.
So is anyone who reads the newspaper.
Yeah, but the difference is
you're the one who seems to be unusually close with his wife.
So I have her credit card records here,
and it shows me first-class air travel,
weekend getaways... Okay.
She and I...
we had a relationship.
You're a lucky guy, huh?
Well, you go from a teacher's salary
to meeting Mrs. McCann and then,
vacationing in Bora Bora.
I love Kimberly.
Listen, the point is
her husband waking up was a big problem for you.
So you took him out of the picture.
I'd like to call an attorney.
Now.
You better get a good one.
VIVIAN: Bruce Meyer just
got himself a lawyer.
So you have a brief window of opportunity
to come clean before he cuts himself a deal.
I didn't do anything to Jay. Why should
we believe you? You've been lying through your teeth?
I didn't lie. I told you the truth.
I missed the part about the affair.
It wasn't anyone's business. Yeah, well, it is now.
Now, where is he? Is he dead?
Where's his body?
Look, your husband wakes up against all odds
thinking he has a second chance,
and the entire time you and your boyfriend
are planning to get rid of him. It wasn't like that.
Then what was it like?
He knew about Bruce.
I told him about a week ago.
You wouldn't believe the mail I've been getting.
People who don't know me
from Adam are writing me letters.
I can't believe how lucky I am.
Jay...
Remember the other day when you were talking about Italy?
I know what you're going to say.
I picked Italy without even asking you.
I don't want to be like that.
Wherever you want to visit, that's where we'll go.
It's your call. I have to tell you something.
I've been seeing someone.
You're in love with him?
I didn't mean for it to happen.
But all the doctors said you
wouldn't get better, and it's, it's not like
I could hang on to how great things were.
I cheated on you, didn't I?
That's not the reason.
I remember these things.
I'm... just not sure if they're real.
They're real.
It'll be different this time, Kim.
Please, just...
you have to give me a chance.
I stopped seeing Bruce.
I wanted to try and make things work.
So then maybe Bruce got upset
and decided to take things into his own hands?
What about these letters that
Jay was talking about?
They were cards, mostly from people
who'd heard about him waking up.
They were really starting to pile up,
so he asked me to take them home.
Well, we're going to need to see them.
So Bruce Meyer's alibi'd out: he was preparing a lecture
when Jay went missing.
Well, that takes us back to square one with that guy.
I know.
You know, when his wife said that he got a few cards,
I mean, she wasn't kidding, was she?
Well, strangers
from all over the world sending their prayers.
Some of them are quite moving, though.
Okay, you know, this is the third card
I see from this guy here.
He really wants to see Jay.
He's getting pretty aggressive about it.
What's his name?
Doug Gilbert.
Doug Gilbert-- you know, I've got a couple here
from Doug Gilbert.
Let me check something.
Doug Gilbert.
(computer beeps) This is him.
This could be him.
(woman speaking Spanish on TV)
(door creaks)
(program continues on TV)
(thud in distance)
(lock clicks)
(screaming) FBI!
I'm a federal agent.
(screams)
I'm a federal agent.
Terry sent me.
Terry sent me; I'm with the FBI.
(sobbing) It's okay. It's okay.
You all right?
I thought you were that man.
What man? He came here looking for Jen.
When was this?
I don't know, like, half hour maybe.
It's okay.
I tried to tell him that she didn't live here.
He didn't believe me.
Look, sit down.
He found Jen's purse.
He wanted to know where she was.
He just started hitting me and hitting me,
and then
he said he was going to kill my sister,
and I got, I got so scared I couldn't control myself.
What'd you tell him?
I told him that she sometimes hangs
in the park with her friends.
(breathing heavily)
Is this the guy?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, that's him.
I have no idea where Jay is.
Mr. Gilbert, this is a picture of you
holding him at gunpoint, okay?
This isn't exactly a whodunit.
I have no reason to hurt him.
MARTIN: No reason?
You were obsessed with him.
You sent him a dozen letters
and he didn't respond to a single one,
so you put a gun against his head
and demanded his attention. You know, this photo alone should be
enough to convince a jury.
I didn't kill Jay.
I used the gun to, to get his attention.
Once I explained what I wanted, it wasn't necessary.
My wife and I took Alex to a cousin's place
for Labor Day weekend.
We were all out by the pool--
lots of family.
We were throwing a few back.
Uh, maybe I wasn't watching close enough.
H-He was climbing the ladder to the waterslide.
The railing was rusted out.
He fell back.
He hit his head on the pavement.
I'm so sorry.
It must have been hell.
Yeah.
He's been like this for two years.
The doctors tell me he'll never wake up.
But they said that about you, too, and here you are.
I was hoping that if you could spend a little time with him
and talk to him a little,
maybe that would encourage him.
I'm not sure what I would say.
Just... tell him how you woke up.
I told you... I don't know how that happened.
But there's a reason you're back.
You have
to share that.
It could help my son.
Please.
I don't know why I'm back.
I used to have these questions.
Maybe that's it. Maybe I'm back to answer for something.
I'm sorry.
Your son... deserves it more than I do.
I don't know what I expected from him.
I guess I thought he could unlock things for Alex,
show him it was okay to wake up.
Did he say what these questions were about?
No, I-I... he didn't seem to have much of a handle on them.
What happened after?
He sat with Alex for a while.
(grunts)
There was nothing.
(sniffles)
Uh, then he asked for a ride to SoHo.
Where in SoHo?
Tony Hawk, why don't you keep your deck
to your side of the park, huh?
That's where you belong!
Hey, dope man's around the way
by the handball courts there, scabby.
Have you seen this girl?
I ain't seen nobody, man. Keep looking.
Hey, hey, hey, I want you to do me a favor.
(grunting)
All right... About ten people say
that you have seen her.
That's Jen, all right? Uh-huh.
She hangs out around here, okay?
When's the last time you saw her?
I don't know, man, okay?
I don't keep tabs on people.
Are you going to be a good boy and just stand there?
(breathing heavily)
Yeah?
I'm cool.
(grunts, sniffles)
I want you to look at this guy.
(sniffles)
You seen him?
Lots of people come in the park, man.
I can't see everybody.
This guy is coming here to kill Jen Long.
If he does because you slowed me down,
I'm going to come back here,
and I swear to God I'm going to kill you.
You want to look again?
Yeah, okay, that guy was here.
You guys, uh, you guys know a girl named Jennifer Long?
Who are you?
I was just-- I was jogging this morning,
found her wallet under a park bench,
just thought I'd, uh,
return it.
Why don't you give us the wallet?
We'll make sure she gets it back for you.
Thanks. I'd rather give it to her myself.
Hey.
We're just trying to help.
You can tell me when she'll be around.
That'd be a help.
Unless you'd rather sort this out some other way.
Try back around 4:00.
(chuckles quietly)
Okay, great.
Thanks, kids.
How long ago?
35, 45 minutes ago.
(phone ringing) Yeah, well...
thanks for the help, tough guy.
Hey.
Jack, what the hell is going on?
I've called you, like, eight times.
The hospital said you just left.
I need backup.
Why?
Giusti's trying to stop Jen Long
from testifying.
That's why she called me.
All right, where are you?
I'm in Tompkins Square Park, um...
northeast corner.
We'll meet you there.
Okay.
(sniffles, grunts)
(knocking)
Excuse me, sir. Is this your place?
Sure is.
I'll let you borrow it for $2,600 a month.
$2,600-- that's, uh, that's a little too steep for me.
I'm on a government salary.
My name's Special Agent Taylor. I'm with the FBI.
Have you seen this man?
Someone dropped him off earlier today.
Yeah, he came by.
I get the first and last months' rent.
No pets, no parties.
Be ready in a couple of days.
If that sounds like you,
you can, uh, grab an application there.
You all right?
I remember this.
Who used to live here?
Guy named Mike.
Before that.
Uh, three years ago?
Three years ago.
Let's see. It must have...
Oh, Robin.
Robin who?
Cassidy, if I remember.
Robin Cassidy.
Do you know where I can find her?
I told him I didn't.
Which way did he go?
Same way he came in.
I didn't follow him.
Thank you.
MARTIN: Danny? Hey, man.
What's up? Yeah, l-listen. I need you to run a name for me.
Hit me.
Robin Cassidy.
She used to live here three years ago.
(typing) All right, I got her.
Okay, you have a current address?
Yeah, you're there now.
Robin Cassidy was reported missing
three years ago on... yeah, hang on a second.
She was reported missing the same night
that Jay had his accident.
She's 32 years old; she's born in Minnesota;
and her father reported her missing three years ago.
Was Jay named in the disappearance?
No, but I don't think anybody dug too deep into her case.
According to her father,
she came to New York to pursue a career in modeling,
and when that didn't work out, she settled
for a life of stripping, cocaine; you know how it goes.
Uh, guys, I just went through her credit card statements
and there's a bunch of charges to a Riverbrook Hotel
for the months prior to her disappearance.
Let me check this.
Okay, it's located just off I-87.
That's six miles north
of where Jay's car accident happened.
Right, he was headed northbound.
He must have been going there to meet her.
Well, let's see if we can place him at the hotel.
Excuse me. Have you seen this girl?
Sorry. Take a closer look.
I'm in the middle of my run, man.
Have you seen this girl?
She's about five-foot-two...
(inaudible)
(dog barking)
(grunts)
(sniffles)
MAN: You need some water, buddy?
Water?
Yeah.
Thank you.
(applause in distance)
(gags)
(coughing)
(grunting)
You have any news about my brother?
Well, we got plenty of news, but most of it relates to you.
You've been lying
to us
about the night of your brother's accident.
He was on his way to the Riverbrook Hotel with $100,000.
We checked the hotel registry
and guess who booked a room there that night?
Yeah, you.
We also know
that Robin Cassidy
was with you and she hasn't been seen since, and we think
you're the reason.
Okay.
So, how does this work?
Should I get a lawyer in here?
It's better for you if you cooperate,
but it's entirely up to you.
You're on the right track about Robin Cassidy.
Jay was involved with her.
In a way, we both were.
Hey, Jay, what the hell's going on?
Everyone's looking for you.
Son of a bitch!
Are you kidding me?!
(panting)
I heard you, Kevin.
I heard you.
What did you hear?
Riverbrook Hotel, Robin Cassidy, the money.
You're not well, Jay.
Let it go.
I woke up with these fragments,
pieces of things in my head.
I started to put them together.
I thought it was something that I did.
And then I realized...
(sniffles)
...it was a story.
A story I'd heard before.
(rhythmic whooshing)
I got this problem, Jay.
Robin Cassidy.
Remember?
The girl from SoHo?
Got tired of sleeping with her,
and she wanted a hundred grand to go away.
Should have been simple.
Meet at the Riverbrook, you give her the money,
I drop her off at the airport.
Done.
But you never showed up.
She started to get pissed.
Making noise about telling Kimberly.
Coming after your company.
Maybe even saying you raped her.
She tried to leave, and, uh...
I pushed her away from the door. I...
And she tripped.
And she hit her head.
(sobbing)
I had to get rid of her, Jay.
She was gonna ruin your life.
(sobbing)
I wake up every day seeing her face.
I tell myself, "Kevin, you did what you had to do.
Jay's your brother."
I'm so sorry, Kevin.
I'm sorry I put you there.
Forget it.
You'd have done the same for me, right?
So now what?
We go to the police.
(laughing): Oh, come on, Jay, shut up.
Girl had a family.
They deserve to know what happened to her.
We got to make this right.
I can't do it.
Kevin...
I can't, Jay.
I'm not gonna stop you, but I can't turn myself in.
This all happened because of me.
I'll make sure they know that.
Hmm.
(door closing)
I don't know how Jay told it, but that's how it happened.
What do you mean, how Jay told it?
To the police.
I don't know what he said, but my version's the truth.
Jay never talked to the police.
What?
I thought that's why you brought me in.
Where did this meeting with Jay happen?
Seventh and Bleeker.
Let's go.
(engines revving)
(grunts, pill crunching between teeth)
(sighs and sniffles)
(groans)
(gunshot)
(door creaking)
(groans)
(sniffles)
JACK: So where were we?
You were telling me that time would pass,
and I'd feel better.
Sounds like such a platitude when you put it that way.
You meant well.
Isn't it time for you to go?
(Jen screaming)
(thudding)
(screaming)
(Jen screaming, Giusti grunting)
(engine revving)
(tires squealing)
(grunting)
(tires squealing)
(grunting)
(breathing shallowly)
(groaning softly)
WOMAN: He came in as a John Doe
after transit police found him on the F train.
Commuters thought he was passed out drunk.
Any idea how long he was on the train?
Apparently, he rode to the end of the line
and back again at least a couple of times.
Hmm. Were there any sign of injuries?
Nothing obvious, but given his past condition,
any kind of head trauma could be catastrophic.
His wife just arrived.
All right. Thanks, Doctor.
(rhythmic whooshing)
(knocking) Mrs. McCann?
(sighs)
Just wanted to see how you were holding up.
How did this happen?
We're not really sure.
His-His wallet was missing,
so it's possible he was mugged, but...
I begged for him to come back to me,
and he did.
(sobbing): Why is this happening?
I'm very sorry. I...
(sobbing)
(garbled radio transmission)
Jen, hi. I'm Samantha. I'm with the FBI.
I wanted to let you know
that your mom is going to meet you at the hospital.
FEMALE DISPATCHER: Units 2514...
Did he kill him?
Yeah.
He's gone.
Thank you.
Sure.
(garbled radio transmission)
Hi.
Is she okay?
Pretty good, all things considered.
Well... good.
You know, I, uh... I'm gonna ride with you.
Go home.
I'll be fine.
(garbled radio transmission)