Castle (2009–2016): Season 4, Episode 19 - 47 Seconds - full transcript
The FBI commandeers the NYPD detectives for little more than leg work after a bomb explodes during an anti-globalist demonstration. Castle is asked by the captain as sharp observer. Sifting...
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Make sure you get the crowd
in the background, Mark.
Another shot of you
and the chanting masses.
I'm so over this protest.
Next time we'll do a piece on
Brazilian Runway Models, I promise.
Gonna hold you to that.
All right.
Let's roll this puppy.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Roger that.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Hey, Ringo!
You're messing up sound.
How about you take it
somewhere else?
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Okay, live in three...
Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
I'm here at Boylan Plaza on day
36 of the TakeOver! protest.
Hundreds have gathered here
and in other cities
across the country
to take a stand
against what they say
is greed and corruption.
Oh, my God.
If you just tuned in,
there's been
some kind of explosion
on the southeast side
of the Boylan Plaza.
We do not know what caused this
or if there are injuries,
but I can see
what appear to be people
on the ground, not moving.
This is unbelievable.
Any idea how many people
were killed?
Initial reports say five dead,
- 28 injured.
- There's feds everywhere.
Yeah, well,
that's normal procedure
in the event of a bomb.
There's nothing normal
about this.
Detective, do the police know
who's behind this?
Do they think this was
a terrorist attack?
No comment. You'll have to
deal with press relations.
Excuse me.
Thanks.
FBI has taken jurisdiction
of the crime scene.
Thanks.
Come on, Castle.
FBI turned
you guys away, too, huh?
Yeah, they wouldn't let us
past the crime scene tape.
What's going on?
Gates is talking to the feds,
trying to get a handle on that.
What do we know about
the explosion,
who set it off?
Well, it probably
wasn't a suicide bomber.
I got a friend who's a medic,
said that there were
no explosive vests
on any of the bodies.
Everything else
is just rumor at this point.
Listen up, people.
We'll still piecing together
what happened here.
But what I can tell you...
FBI and Homeland Security
will be taking point
on this investigation.
NYPD will act
in a support capacity.
Our first assignment
is to determine
if any of the victims were targeted because
of their involvement in the protest.
Uniforms are bringing families
to the precinct as we speak,
so... let's go hold some hands
and do our jobs.
Mr. Levine, I understand
that one of the victims,
Jesse Friedman,
worked closely with you.
It was more than that.
He was a friend,
a comrade in arms, you know?
Jesse was a recruiter.
When attendance dropped
a few weeks back,
even I thought it was
time to pack up,
but Jesse just threw
my favorite quote back at me.
The one about
sinning by silence.
"To sin by silence
when we should protest
makes... cowards of men."
We know that this is difficult,
but what was
your husband's involvement
with the TakeOver! movement?
Matt wasn't involved.
Neither am I.
So why were you
at Boylan Plaza?
It's our first time here.
We wanted to take in
as much as we could.
You're tourists?
We'd just been to the top
of the empire state building.
We had an extra few minutes,
so we decided
to see what the protest
was all about.
Matt and I just bought a house.
We were
going to start a family.
We had all these plans.
What am I gonna do now?
You good?
Yeah, yeah.
It's just this case, you know?
It kind of gets to you.
How'd it go with the rest
of the families?
Um, one victim
was the first kid
in his family to go to college,
and the other
was a mother of two, so...
About like you'd expect.
No one seems to have been
targeted, though.
So their deaths were random.
You know,
most of our victims, they...
They die for a reason.
You know,
there's a logic behind it.
It's a twisted logic at times,
but... at least
it makes some kind of sense.
Yeah, but in this case,
these people were just
in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
And their future
and all their plans,
everything is just gone
in a flash.
It makes you think about all
those things in your own life
that you don't want
to put off anymore.
Yo.
Captain's gathering the troops.
Now that it appears
that this attack
was not directed
at any specific individual,
we've got a new assignment
from the FBI.
We all know
where the bomb went off.
It was here, right next to
this lamppost.
The FBI just recovered
this photo
from a protester's cell phone.
It's of the same location,
taken 47 seconds...
before the explosion.
That could only mean one thing.
The bomb was placed here
by someone
within
our 47-second time period.
Our task is to interview
all witnesses who were present
at Boylan Plaza.
We are looking for anyone
who saw what went on
by this lamppost
before the blast.
Sir, there are over 300 names
on this list.
How do you recommend
that we proceed?
We bring in more shifts.
Someone on that list
saw the bomb being planted
within our 47-second window.
We find that person,
we find the bomber.
Thank you for your time.
Well, that was unhelpful.
Yeah. I'm starting to sense
a pattern.
You know, this next woman says
that she was in the middle
of the whole thing.
We were right here.
It's like the bomb went off
right next to us.
Who's we?
Me and my sister Nadia.
She's out there
right now waiting.
Should I go get her?
Uh, no, actually, it's better
if we just talk one-on-one.
Now were the two of you
participating in the protests?
Do I look like I'm in the 99%?
No. We'd just left this
bridal boutique near the Plaza.
Nadia's getting married
in June.
And did you notice anyone
standing near the light post?
I don't think so.
Okay, well, I'm gonna need you
to tell us
everything that you remember
from just before the bombing,
starting with where you were.
We were at the coffee truck,
just trying to figure out
our next move.
I'm a little shopped out,
Nadia.
I mean, you tried on
11 dresses.
They made me look like
a stay puft marshmallow.
We have to keep looking.
Can we look from home online?
I'm not buying my wedding dress
on the Internet.
It's just to give us ideas.
We need to regroup.
You are this close
to bridezilla territory.
Oh, maybe I'll wear jeans
to my wedding.
Maybe we can hire that guy
as the band.
That's mine!
Give that back!
Could you imagine the look
on mom's...
Damn it!
Watch where you're going.
This is my...
The force of it
knocked us on our asses.
Nadia almost got trampled.
Wait. Can you go back
to the...
the middle eastern man
carrying the box.
You said that he was
sweaty and nervous?
And was he headed
toward the lamppost?
Yeah.
Do you remember his face well
enough to help us with a sketch?
West Side Wally,
back by popular demand.
Come on, Kojak.
You know I prefer west side.
West side then.
Uh, did you ever see that man
at the Plaza?
No. Guy's not familiar.
Then again, lots of people,
lots of faces.
Plus, I was over here.
That's my usual spot.
Not by the coffee truck.
I don't care for the smell.
Well, that puts you 50 feet away
from where the bomb went off.
Did you have a clear view
of this lamppost?
Not really, man.
And you know I always try
to help Johnny Law.
Did you notice anything
out of the ordinary
in the minute
before the explosion?
Anyone suspicious?
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As a matter of fact, I did.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
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TakeOver! Wall Street!
We're good to go.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Stop.
Let me understand this.
You...
You saw Beethoven,
the composer who's been dead
for 200 years,
- in the Plaza this afternoon?
- Oh, yeah.
And I bet that half-deaf
bastard is behind all this.
West Side, are you on any
medications of any kind?
I don't see
how that's relevant.
What do you mean,
we have no leads?
What about
the middle eastern man?
We interviewed him.
He cleared.
Yeah, that box he was carrying...
full of Chinese takeout.
Most dangerous thing in there
was M.S.G.
Look, the fact is, is that
we interviewed 94 people,
and we've got nothing
to show for it.
Uh, this is not the news
I was hoping for,
especially since the FBI
sent this over.
It was e-mailed to two other
TakeOver! locations
in New York an hour ago.
"You were warned to stop
the protests.
"You didn't listen.
"Start listening now
or today's bombing
will be just the beginning."
He's gonna hit another protest.
The FBI is keeping
this one under wraps,
but the clock
is still ticking here.
And what you're telling me is that
we're no closer to getting this guy
than we were
when the bomb went off?
Sir, somebody on this list
saw exactly what happened
within that 47-second window,
but the problem is,
is that they're mixed in
It's like trying to find Waldo
in a sea of waldos.
I take it you have
a proposal to fix that.
If the FBI would let us
view all video
shot in the Plaza,
then maybe we can figure out
who was closest to the bomb,
start prioritizing
the interviews.
Okay, I'll go down there,
do my best.
And if that doesn't work,
we'll look to plan "B."
In the meantime,
keep working on the list.
She doesn't seem very optimistic
about getting that footage.
You know, the witnesses
that were closest to the bomb
aren't on our list.
Maybe dead men do tell tales.
I just saw a reporter
in reception.
Have security
get him outta here.
I don't want him bothering
the victims' families.
Oh! So nice to see
a friendly face.
FBI has been up in mine
all night.
All from the explosion?
They never had a chance.
If you're looking for
official cause of death,
it's multiple
blunt force trauma.
Actually, we were wondering if
there's anything on the bodies
that might lead us
to whoever did this.
Possibly.
Meet Jesse Friedman.
He was the recruiter
for the TakeOver! movement.
He was also the guy
closest to the blast.
And we found bits of this
embedded all over his skin.
- Blue fabric?
- The lab I.D.'ed it as canvas.
They also found high concentrations
of explosive residue on it.
The canvas was part of
whatever contained the bomb.
Looks that way.
- So a duffel or a suitcase.
- This is a huge break.
That means we're looking for
someone carrying a blue bag.
Let's go update captain gates.
Uh, can you just
give me a minute?
Yeah, sure.
Hey, honey.
How you doing?
Yeah, I just needed a minute.
You look exhausted.
How long you been here?
I'm not sure.
It's been so crazy.
I've been cataloging
the victims' personal effects.
Well, that can't be easy.
I was fine.
Then I saw how one of them
had on this bracelet...
a string with beads
made by a little kid...
and it... it was like
that bracelet I made you
for father's day when I was 6.
Do you remember?
Remember?
I still have it.
Come on.
Let's get you home.
No, I should stay.
There's still work to do.
And it'll be here tomorrow.
Dr. Parish said I had to get
all this finished before she...
Lanie will tell you
the same thing.
Come on
let's get you outta here.
TakeOver! Wall Street.
- All right. Let's roll this puppy.
- Roger that.
That was
our very own Leann West,
about to report live
from Boylan Plaza yesterday.
Moments later, tragedy struck.
Be aware, some of the images
we're about to show you
may be disturbing
to some viewers.
Hundreds have gathered here and in
other cities across the country
to take a stand against
what they say
is greed and corruption...
Oh, my God.
Ohh.
So far no suspects
have been named in the bombing.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
So how's our...
how's our girl doing?
She's upstairs in bed, asleep.
I wish I could
keep her in there.
Honey, do you ever wonder
why I never visited you
at the precinct
the first year
you were working there?
I always thought it was
because of the harsh lighting.
Well, that was a consideration.
No, I thought if I...
if I saw you
acting like a cop,
I'd start thinking of you
as a cop,
and I just... whew.
That... that brought on
all manner of nightmares.
How did you get over it?
Eventually, you realize,
your children are gonna
make choices you don't like.
Just a fact of life.
Well, if the bombing
proves anything,
it's that bad things can happen
no matter what you do.
Nobody's tomorrow
is guaranteed.
So... how do you
plan to act
on this realization?
What do you mean?
Oh, you know what I mean.
Richard, how much longer
are you gonna drag your heels
before you tell Beckett
how you feel?
And I mean while she is awake,
not lying on the ground
with a bullet in her chest.
You don't understand...
It's complicated, so you say.
Only it's not.
It's not.
Nobody's tomorrows
are guaranteed, right?
Wouldn't it be better
to tell her
even if the timing is wrong
than never to tell her at all?
And what if she isn't ready?
Then she never will be.
Then you move on.
Hey.
Hey. Thanks.
Yeah. You got a sec?
Yeah. What's up?
Um...
I've been thinking...
about the victims and...
all the opportunities
they'll never have...
and I don't want that
to happen.
I've been...
Beckett.
We got something.
Um...
It's okay. It can wait
till after the case.
Did you get the video
from the Plaza?
Not yet, but what I have
here is even better.
Data from wireless carriers that shows
us all the GPS-activated cell phones
in Boylan Plaza.
This is the Plaza
yesterday at 4:32,
right before the explosion.
Each red dot represents the GPS
position of a specific phone.
How did you get this?
I called in a favor from
a friend at Homeland Security.
That is a damn good friend.
So then if those red dots
represent cell phones,
can we figure out
who they belong to?
That's the whole idea.
If this shows us
who was closest to the bomb,
it gives us our witnesses.
It can even show us
where everyone was in real time.
Advance it to 4:32.
11 dresses.
What they say
is greed and corruption...
The dots that disappeared,
that's the explosion.
Wait a second.
You guys see that?
There was...
right before the bomb went off.
Ryan, could you take it
back ten seconds?
That dot right there.
Right before the explosion,
it goes to the blast site,
waits for a second,
and then rushes away.
Play it again.
You tried on 11 dresses.
That's the bomber.
I just need
to pull up his I.D.
Cell phone's registered
to an Andrew Haynes.
Tell me where he is right now.
No GPS signal.
Uh, his battery's either dead
or his phone is off.
Wait a minute.
Haynes sounds familiar.
He showed up in the precinct
20 minutes ago for an interview.
The bomber's in the building?
UNIS gave him a full body.
No weapons.
No explosives.
He still thinks
he's here as a witness?
We told him
the search was routine.
So this is Andrew Haynes.
What's his story?
He has it out
for the TakeOver! movement.
He's organized
counterdemonstrations,
disrupted their rallies,
he's even handed out fliers
saying how they should be
stopped by any means necessary.
He walks the walk, too.
He was a suspect in the bombing
of some Greenpeace offices
a few years back.
Anything turn up at his place?
Yeah, a smoking gun.
UNIS found receipts to
an Internet cafe where he goes.
Now they traced
those e-mail threats
back to that cafe
and Haynes log-in I.D.
He's our guy.
So then why is he
strolling in here
just as cool as could be?
My guess...
he's proud of what he's done,
can't wait to tell someone
about it.
Well, then let's give him
the opportunity
to do just that.
Hi, Mr. Haynes.
I'm detective Kate Beckett.
Thank you so much
for coming in.
It's about time
you brought me in here.
If I had to rub elbows
with those whiny
little troublemakers...
I was
gonna do something drastic.
Oh, yeah, well,
I wouldn't blame you.
Hey, free thinker.
I respect that.
Um, you know,
my personal feelings aside,
I still have to investigate
this incident.
Yeah, you know, you... you gotta
dot your i's, cross your T's.
I get that.
Exactly. So I just have to
ask you a few questions
about what you saw
just before the bombing,
starting with...
Where you were.
Um...
I, uh, I-I was...
I was, like, right up here.
Um, so that's
about 100 feet
from the blast site?
Yeah.
And what were you doing there?
Oh, I was, uh, pretty much
getting hassled.
Hey, nimrod. Here.
Educate yourself.
Here. Why don't you
give this a read?
Hey, garanimal pants.
Quit the pity party.
Get a freakin' job.
Pull yourself up
by your bootstraps. Hello.
Hey! I'm talking to you.
Kitten, can you take...
what's your problem?
- You don't like what I have to say?
- Sorry.
Huh? Can't face the truth?
I'm sorry.
Just... just so I'm clear, so...
you were debating with the
protesters until that bomb went off?
Yeah, I was trying to give 'em
a reality check.
I mean, you know, they're all up in
arms about the greedy corporation,
and who do they think
is creating the jobs?
You know, they're a bunch
of silver-spoon hypocrites.
I mean, half of them,
they don't...
they don't even know
who they're protesting against.
Right, and stopping them
would actually be a service
to this country.
Yeah, it'd be item number one
on any true patriot's
to-do list.
- And you are a true patriot,
aren't you, Andrew?
- You're damn right about that.
That's why you put that bomb
in the Plaza,
to defend the country
that you love?
What are you talking about?
Come on, Andrew.
I don't want you
to have to serve any more time
than you have to.
We know that you weren't
with those protesters.
You were down here,
dropping off the bomb
- and then running for cover.
- Based on what?
We traced your phone.
The GPS places you right there.
You can't prove it was me.
I lost my phone yesterday.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay, then maybe
you can explain this.
Threatening e-mails that you
sent from an Internet cafe,
promising to continue
those bombings
until the protests stopped.
I'd like to talk to my lawyer.
White male, antisocial loner,
extreme political views...
He's a perfect fit for the
profile B.S.U. worked up for us.
We'll continue questioning him
downtown.
Well, according to my people,
he's nowhere near confessing.
Well, have them
reinterview the witnesses
and find us someone that saw
Haynes put that backpack down.
You're welcome.
So we talked to 20 witnesses
along Haynes' GPS path,
but none of them
can positively I.D. him.
With all the confusion, no one's
exactly sure what happened.
You guys have any luck?
Four people remember seeing a guy
in a black TakeOver! hoodie,
but nobody remembers
seeing his face.
A black hoodie
doesn't get us home,
not with half
the protesters wearing them.
Somebody had to have
seen this guy.
There's a protester
we haven't spoken to yet...
the street drummer.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
After the cameraman
rousted him,
that bridesmaid said
he relocated...
By the coffee truck, which would
put him right in Haynes' path.
Which means he could've seen
Haynes' face.
Yeah, but we don't know
his name
and he's not on
our witness list.
How are we gonna find this guy?
You know what?
He's a street performer.
He's probably gotten nuisance
citations, which means,
if he has, we should be able
to I.D. him.
I make music.
Why do you arrest me?
We're not arresting you, Malik.
We just need to ask you a few
questions about what you saw
in Boylan Plaza
yesterday afternoon.
I know nothing about the bomb.
- I am an innocent man.
- And we believe you.
But we think that
you might have seen something
that'll help us catch
the person who did this.
I-I don't want trouble.
Malik, your visa expired,
didn't it?
Is that what's worrying you?
I cannot go back to my country.
And I won't make you.
I don't care about
your immigration status.
We just need to know
exactly what you saw
just before that explosion.
I will tell you what I can.
Okay.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
When you were playing
by the coffee truck,
a man walked by you wearing
a black TakeOver! sweatshirt.
Do you remember seeing him?
Yes. I saw him.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Wait a minute.
Are you saying
that you saw the man
wearing the TakeOver! sweatshirt
put down a blue backpack
in front of the lamppost?
- Yes.
- Did you get a good look at his face?
Damn it!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
You're certain the man you saw
leaving the backpack
was hispanic and in his 20s?
Yes.
I-I gave the wrong answer?
Are you sure
this wasn't the person?
No. That's not him.
The FBI has got the wrong guy.
Which means the real bomber
is still out there.
If Andrew Haynes
didn't plant the bomb,
then why did he e-mail
those threats?
Why does his GPS show him
fleeing the scene?
We can't answer that yet,
but our witness gave
a good description.
It was this man.
How do we know this guy
is not making this up?
Look, the details of the bomb
haven't been released
to the press yet,
so how would our witness know
about the blue backpack
unless he actually saw it?
All right,
you people pursue this.
See where it leads.
But Andrew Haynes
is still our prime suspect.
At least until you can give me
something more
than the word
of a street musician.
Identifying this man,
that is now our top priority.
According to our witness,
he was wearing
a TakeOver! sweatshirt,
so he might be
part of the movement.
Show this sketch around,
talk to other protesters.
If he was a regular in Boylan Plaza,
someone there must know who he is.
Uh, not you, Mr. Castle.
I have a special task for you.
I hear that you're
quite the speed reader,
and in the time
that I've known you,
you've shown, well...
On occasion, an exceptional
attention to detail.
That's the first time you've
ever paid me a complime...
Go on.
We've conducted over a hundred
interviews so far,
and someone needs to
review them swiftly,
looking for information that can
help us I.D. our suspect.
And, uh, I believe,
you're my best bet.
I think she's finally
starting to like me.
No, I'm not.
Wearing her down.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Any breaks in the case?
No.
I've been poring over
these witness statements
looking for clues
about our bomber,
but so far, nothing.
Well, maybe these
will bring you some luck.
These are emergency
cheering-up pancakes.
I mean, these are usually
reserved for after breakups
or "Dancing With the Stars"
eliminations.
- What's the occasion?
- Well, after the other day,
I thought we both needed
some cheering up.
You shouldn't need cheering up.
You shouldn't have even
been there.
You should've been
with your friends
or at the movies.
- Dad, I'm 18.
- I know.
I know. It's just...
You're gonna see plenty
of reality in your lifetime.
I just would like you to keep
the rose color on your glasses
for as long as possible.
But I'm trying not to focus
on the ugly side of it, dad.
I-I've gotten straight a's,
awards, more trophies
than I can count.
This job is the first thing
that's made me feel like I'm
doing something important,
valuable.
I mean, isn't that
why you do it?
You're a pretty smart kid,
you know that?
Well...
They say genius...
Skips a generation.
Apparently, so does funny.
Eat your pancake.
Right.
Beckett.
What's going on?
Um, nothing.
I'm just thinking about
my next move.
I may have it for you.
We got a line on this guy.
Someone I.D.'ed the sketch?
Yeah, a protester
named Jenni Klein,
says she knows this guy
as Bobby.
And there's no last name?
No, but this Bobby
invited her over once.
She knows where he lives.
Hey, Bobby.
Remove the backpack
and place it on the ground,
slowly.
Then get on your knees.
Just a bunch of gym clothes
and some water bottles.
Not like last time, huh, Bobby?
Get up.
Robert Lopez.
That's your name.
Right, Bobby?
Actually, I know
quite a bit about you.
I know where you live.
I know you don't have a record.
I know you're not a member
of any political party.
And as soon as my team
finishes searching your place,
I'm gonna know even more.
So eventually, I'll find out,
but why don't you just tell me?
Why did you plant that bomb?
Hey. No luck
with those witness statements.
You guys catch a break?
Better yet,
we caught the suspect.
And I missed it?
Where is he?
In the box with Beckett.
Would you like me
to refresh your memory?
You were standing here
by the lamppost.
You dropped the backpack
and then you started running
as it exploded
and killed five people.
I didn't... I didn't do
what you're saying.
Witnesses saw you
drop your backpack, Bobby.
It wasn't mine.
Oh, so you admit to having it?
No. That's... that's not
what I meant.
You just said
that it wasn't yours.
Yeah, because you got me
all confused...
Did you or didn't you have it?
It's a simple question.
I don't know.
Who put you up to this, Bobby?
Who gave you that backpack?
I don't... I don't know.
I don't remember.
- You don't remember?
How do you not remember?
- I was in shock.
The bomb went off. Everyone
was running and screaming...
Oh, okay, okay,
so remember what happened
after the bomb went off,
but not before.
It must have been one of those
traumatic amnesia things.
Bobby...
don't lie to me.
I'm telling you,
it was all a big blank.
It was the trauma.
It was not the trauma.
You don't get to use
that excuse.
I swear, I don't remember.
The hell you don't remember.
Do you want to know trauma?
I was shot in the chest
and I remember
every second of it.
And so do you.
All this time...
You remembered?
Guy's still not talking?
Not yet. I'm gonna let him
sweat for a bit.
Was Castle here?
Yeah, earlier.
But he said he had to go.
Said there was somewhere
he needed to be.
Oh, Richard...
A bomb memorial?
Come on, honey.
Isn't this kind of morbid?
Well, it's how I'm feeling.
She isn't dead.
She might as well be.
I really thought we could
have a future together.
You know, I was...
I was willing to wait.
Come to find out,
it's all just a big joke.
She knew.
This whole time,
she remembered,
and she didn't say anything...
Because she was embarrassed
because she doesn't feel
the same way.
I'm such a fool.
Well, come on.
Let's go home.
Break out some of
the good stuff, okay?
Oh, I'd love to.
I gotta be getting back.
Back?
Why on earth would you go back
knowing how she feels,
knowing that she lied to you...
no, no, no, no, this isn't
about her. This is...
This is about them.
You know, it's about
doing something real...
Something that matters.
I'm not willing to let that go.
Richard, love is not a switch.
You can't just turn it off.
You can't work side by side
with her and not feel anything.
Watch me.
Hey.
Hey. Where were you?
Just clearing my head.
Where are we on Bobby?
Uniforms are searching
his place.
We're hoping to find
something that'll break him.
FBI called with an update.
The device used in Boylan Plaza
was a pipe bomb,
but here's the weird part...
it wasn't packed with nails,
ball bearings, or anything else.
That is weird. Bombers usually add
projectiles to maximize damage.
That's not the only way
to maximize damage.
Uh...
So what was it triggered by,
cell phone, trip wire?
A remote, probably rigged
from a garage door opener.
But the range on those
is only about 100 feet.
So whoever detonated it
was in Boylan Plaza.
And I bet you will find
that garage remote
in Bobby's apartment.
Uh, no such luck. But...
We did find credit cards
with lots of different
names on them.
And we found some wallets
and some cell phones, too.
In fact,
one of those cell phones
belonged to Andrew Haynes.
Bobby's a pickpocket.
Yeah, I pretty much am.
That's why you attended
the TakeOver! protests?
All those people hanging out,
full of peace and brotherhood...
TakeOver! Wall Street!
- TakeOver! Wall Street!
- Wall Street,
- What do we want?
- TakeOver! Wall Street!
Hey, nimrod. Here.
Educate yourself.
Here. Educate...
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TakeOver! Wall Street!
Like
an all-you-can-steal buffet.
You got that right.
Why didn't you just tell me
the truth from the start?
And what, admit to a cop
that likes me for murder
that I'm a thief?
Amnesia seemed like
the better plan.
Yeah.
So you lifted
Andrew Haynes' phone,
which is why it looked
as if he planted the bomb.
- Who's Andrew Haynes?
- Don't worry about that.
Talk to me about the backpack.
How did you get it?
You know, you people,
you're a virus.
You're irresponsible.
You're infecting this country.
Hello. Can you hear?
You probably couldn't hear
your... do you hablas English?
I lifted it.
It was just lying there
between two dumpsters.
Hey! Hey, that's mine.
Give me that. That's mine!
Give that back.
Hey!
Hey! Hey, hey,
that's my bag.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
- Come back!
- TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Come back here.
Hey, hey, you.
This close
to bridezilla territory.
Oh, maybe I'll wear
jeans to my wedding.
Maybe we can hire that guy
as the band.
Damn it!
I swear, I...
I didn't know a bomb was in it.
I would never hurt anyone.
Look, you gotta believe me.
The man who said
that you took his backpack,
is that him?
Yeah. That... that's...
that's the guy.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's him.
That's Jesse Friedman.
He's one of the victims.
And he's a member
of the movement.
That doesn't make any sense.
Why would he attack
his own people?
Okay. Thank you.
So UNIS searched
Jesse Friedman's place.
And they found research
on how to build
the same device that was
used in Boylan Plaza.
So Jesse blew up
his own protest?
Why would he do that?
Maybe to get sympathy
for his movement, publicity...
And since he placed the bomb
between two dumpsters...
He didn't think that anyone
would get hurt.
Then Bobby stole the backpack.
If Jesse was worried about
someone getting hurt,
why would he set off the bomb?
I don't think he did.
There was no remote found on
or near the body,
which means someone else
detonated it.
Probably somebody he knew.
30 seconds before the blast,
Jesse got a call on his cell
from a burner phone.
Then two seconds before
the bomb went off,
he tried to call
that same phone back.
So then maybe
Jesse had a partner,
and that's who triggered
the bomb.
You said that remote had a range
of about 100 feet, right?
Mm-hmm.
So whoever the partner was, he
must have been here somewhere,
close to the bomb blast,
hidden among the crowd.
We need to take another look
at the sequence of events,
piece together
the witness statements.
The answer is in the story.
So let's start
at the beginning.
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Leann and her
cameraman are setting up
for their live broadcast.
Be sure you get the crowd
in the background, Mark.
Another shot of you
and the chanting masses.
I'm so over this protest.
Yeah, next time we'll do a piece on
Brazilian Runway Models, I promise.
Gonna hold you to that.
All right.
Let's roll this puppy.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Roger that.
At the same time,
Bobby's prowling the Plaza.
He sees Andrew Haynes
haranguing the protesters.
Quit the pity party. Pull
yourself up by the bootstraps.
Hey, nimrod. Here.
Educate yourself.
Here, why don't you
give this a read?
Hey, garanimal pants.
He's easy pickings.
Here, educ...
So Bobby relieves him
of his phone.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Educate yourself, would you?
Then Bobby goes looking for his
next business opportunity.
He spots
the blue backpack unattended,
calling out to him.
So he grabs it,
blissfully unaware
of what's inside.
Hey!
Hey, that's mine.
But Jesse sees him
and he flips out.
Give me that.
That's mine!
Hey! Hey! That's mine!
Give that back!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Bobby ducks out of sight.
Jesse panics.
The bomb is on the move.
What's he gonna do?
People are in danger.
He grabs a man
in a black hoodie,
thinking it's the thief.
- What's your problem?
You don't like what I have to say?
- Sorry.
Huh? Can't face the truth?
But it's Andrew Haynes.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
But by now, Bobby's decided
taking the backpack
wasn't such a good idea.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
So he ditches it
and keeps moving.
Could you imagine the look
on mom's face?
- Bam.
- Damn it!
They bump into each other,
drawing the attention
of the street drummer
who's now by the coffee truck.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
The subscriber you're trying
to reach is not available...
He's too late.
Well, that's a nice story, bro,
but it still doesn't tell us
who Jesse's partner is.
Well, it's gotta be whoever
Jesse was on the phone with
in the minutes before
the bomb went off.
How long was that
first incoming call?
Uh, eight seconds.
So that was probably
the "All Systems Go" call.
Then after the backpack
was stolen,
Jesse tried to make
an "All Systems Not Go" call
but he didn't
get through in time.
Do any of the witnesses remember
who Jesse was hanging out with?
Not yet, but we're still
reconstructing his movements
based on statements
from his friends...
Whoa.
A Beethoven t-shirt.
A call-and-response.
I know who Jesse's partner is.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Bobby remembered
hearing a Beethoven ringtone
coming from nearby
just before
he stole the backpack.
And West Side Wally said
Beethoven showed up, conducting
his "Fifth Symphony."
We're good to go.
That was actually
Jesse Friedman
with his Beethoven t-shirt
and ringtone,
making his
"All Systems Go" call.
We're good to go.
We know he was talking
to someone within 100 feet
and that call lasted
eight seconds.
Long enough
for a call-and-response...
a call-and-response
to the one person who could
broadcast the explosion
live on television
and bring the publicity
that the movement needed.
We're good to go.
Roger that.
Live in...
three...
I'm here at Boylan Plaza
on day 36
of the TakeOver! protest.
Leann West was on the other end
of that phone.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Roger that.
No, I wasn't.
I wasn't on the phone with anyone.
I was talking to my cameraman.
I already told the FBI
the whole story.
Yeah, except you
left out a few details.
Like the fact that
you knew Jesse Friedman.
The two of you
went to Hudson University.
Yeah, so did a lot of people.
We're guessing the two of you
reunited at the protest.
You went out for drinks
and you hatched a plan.
He wanted media attention
for the movement.
You wanted to get promoted
to the anchor desk.
So you set up your cameras
at the perfect vantage point.
You waited until you went live
and you detonated that bomb.
What?
That is insane.
This is ridiculous,
and I will not listen
to another word of it.
We're done here.
Do you recognize that?
That's the burner cell
that you used to call Jesse.
Found it in a storm drain about
two blocks from Boylan Plaza.
You know what else
we found in there?
The remote you used
to detonate the bomb.
Small enough to hide
in the palm of your hand.
It's got your fingerprints
all over it, Leann.
How did you find that?
By tracking your movements after the
explosion using your phone's GPS.
No one was supposed
to get hurt.
It was just gonna make
a lot of noise,
and people would start
respecting me as a reporter,
but everything just went wrong.
Why didn't you come forward once
you realized what you had done?
I thought about it,
but what good would that do?
I kept quiet for Jesse.
I wanted to protect his memory.
Well, that's what
your friend Jesse would call
sinning by silence.
It's not smart.
It's not brave.
It's just cowardly.
The FBI has taken
Leann West into custody.
This woman,
whose blind ambition
led to the death
of five people,
will get what she deserves.
I, um...
I want to thank each of you for
what you did to make this happen.
You, uh...
All put in 110%,
made me proud.
So let's, uh...
Get outta here, head on home, and
catch up on some much-needed rest.
You know what?
I'm still kind of wired.
Do you guys want
to go out for a drink?
Oh, I'm sorry.
You know, it feels like a month
since I've seen Jenny.
- I should really get home.
- Me, too.
I'm tanked.
I'll holler at you.
So I guess it's just us.
Yeah.
You know, now that
the case is done...
What did you want
to talk about?
Nothing.
Nothing important anyway.
I'm gonna head home.
Night.
Good night.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Make sure you get the crowd
in the background, Mark.
Another shot of you
and the chanting masses.
I'm so over this protest.
Next time we'll do a piece on
Brazilian Runway Models, I promise.
Gonna hold you to that.
All right.
Let's roll this puppy.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Roger that.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Hey, Ringo!
You're messing up sound.
How about you take it
somewhere else?
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Okay, live in three...
Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
I'm here at Boylan Plaza on day
36 of the TakeOver! protest.
Hundreds have gathered here
and in other cities
across the country
to take a stand
against what they say
is greed and corruption.
Oh, my God.
If you just tuned in,
there's been
some kind of explosion
on the southeast side
of the Boylan Plaza.
We do not know what caused this
or if there are injuries,
but I can see
what appear to be people
on the ground, not moving.
This is unbelievable.
Any idea how many people
were killed?
Initial reports say five dead,
- 28 injured.
- There's feds everywhere.
Yeah, well,
that's normal procedure
in the event of a bomb.
There's nothing normal
about this.
Detective, do the police know
who's behind this?
Do they think this was
a terrorist attack?
No comment. You'll have to
deal with press relations.
Excuse me.
Thanks.
FBI has taken jurisdiction
of the crime scene.
Thanks.
Come on, Castle.
FBI turned
you guys away, too, huh?
Yeah, they wouldn't let us
past the crime scene tape.
What's going on?
Gates is talking to the feds,
trying to get a handle on that.
What do we know about
the explosion,
who set it off?
Well, it probably
wasn't a suicide bomber.
I got a friend who's a medic,
said that there were
no explosive vests
on any of the bodies.
Everything else
is just rumor at this point.
Listen up, people.
We'll still piecing together
what happened here.
But what I can tell you...
FBI and Homeland Security
will be taking point
on this investigation.
NYPD will act
in a support capacity.
Our first assignment
is to determine
if any of the victims were targeted because
of their involvement in the protest.
Uniforms are bringing families
to the precinct as we speak,
so... let's go hold some hands
and do our jobs.
Mr. Levine, I understand
that one of the victims,
Jesse Friedman,
worked closely with you.
It was more than that.
He was a friend,
a comrade in arms, you know?
Jesse was a recruiter.
When attendance dropped
a few weeks back,
even I thought it was
time to pack up,
but Jesse just threw
my favorite quote back at me.
The one about
sinning by silence.
"To sin by silence
when we should protest
makes... cowards of men."
We know that this is difficult,
but what was
your husband's involvement
with the TakeOver! movement?
Matt wasn't involved.
Neither am I.
So why were you
at Boylan Plaza?
It's our first time here.
We wanted to take in
as much as we could.
You're tourists?
We'd just been to the top
of the empire state building.
We had an extra few minutes,
so we decided
to see what the protest
was all about.
Matt and I just bought a house.
We were
going to start a family.
We had all these plans.
What am I gonna do now?
You good?
Yeah, yeah.
It's just this case, you know?
It kind of gets to you.
How'd it go with the rest
of the families?
Um, one victim
was the first kid
in his family to go to college,
and the other
was a mother of two, so...
About like you'd expect.
No one seems to have been
targeted, though.
So their deaths were random.
You know,
most of our victims, they...
They die for a reason.
You know,
there's a logic behind it.
It's a twisted logic at times,
but... at least
it makes some kind of sense.
Yeah, but in this case,
these people were just
in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
And their future
and all their plans,
everything is just gone
in a flash.
It makes you think about all
those things in your own life
that you don't want
to put off anymore.
Yo.
Captain's gathering the troops.
Now that it appears
that this attack
was not directed
at any specific individual,
we've got a new assignment
from the FBI.
We all know
where the bomb went off.
It was here, right next to
this lamppost.
The FBI just recovered
this photo
from a protester's cell phone.
It's of the same location,
taken 47 seconds...
before the explosion.
That could only mean one thing.
The bomb was placed here
by someone
within
our 47-second time period.
Our task is to interview
all witnesses who were present
at Boylan Plaza.
We are looking for anyone
who saw what went on
by this lamppost
before the blast.
Sir, there are over 300 names
on this list.
How do you recommend
that we proceed?
We bring in more shifts.
Someone on that list
saw the bomb being planted
within our 47-second window.
We find that person,
we find the bomber.
Thank you for your time.
Well, that was unhelpful.
Yeah. I'm starting to sense
a pattern.
You know, this next woman says
that she was in the middle
of the whole thing.
We were right here.
It's like the bomb went off
right next to us.
Who's we?
Me and my sister Nadia.
She's out there
right now waiting.
Should I go get her?
Uh, no, actually, it's better
if we just talk one-on-one.
Now were the two of you
participating in the protests?
Do I look like I'm in the 99%?
No. We'd just left this
bridal boutique near the Plaza.
Nadia's getting married
in June.
And did you notice anyone
standing near the light post?
I don't think so.
Okay, well, I'm gonna need you
to tell us
everything that you remember
from just before the bombing,
starting with where you were.
We were at the coffee truck,
just trying to figure out
our next move.
I'm a little shopped out,
Nadia.
I mean, you tried on
11 dresses.
They made me look like
a stay puft marshmallow.
We have to keep looking.
Can we look from home online?
I'm not buying my wedding dress
on the Internet.
It's just to give us ideas.
We need to regroup.
You are this close
to bridezilla territory.
Oh, maybe I'll wear jeans
to my wedding.
Maybe we can hire that guy
as the band.
That's mine!
Give that back!
Could you imagine the look
on mom's...
Damn it!
Watch where you're going.
This is my...
The force of it
knocked us on our asses.
Nadia almost got trampled.
Wait. Can you go back
to the...
the middle eastern man
carrying the box.
You said that he was
sweaty and nervous?
And was he headed
toward the lamppost?
Yeah.
Do you remember his face well
enough to help us with a sketch?
West Side Wally,
back by popular demand.
Come on, Kojak.
You know I prefer west side.
West side then.
Uh, did you ever see that man
at the Plaza?
No. Guy's not familiar.
Then again, lots of people,
lots of faces.
Plus, I was over here.
That's my usual spot.
Not by the coffee truck.
I don't care for the smell.
Well, that puts you 50 feet away
from where the bomb went off.
Did you have a clear view
of this lamppost?
Not really, man.
And you know I always try
to help Johnny Law.
Did you notice anything
out of the ordinary
in the minute
before the explosion?
Anyone suspicious?
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As a matter of fact, I did.
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We're good to go.
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Stop.
Let me understand this.
You...
You saw Beethoven,
the composer who's been dead
for 200 years,
- in the Plaza this afternoon?
- Oh, yeah.
And I bet that half-deaf
bastard is behind all this.
West Side, are you on any
medications of any kind?
I don't see
how that's relevant.
What do you mean,
we have no leads?
What about
the middle eastern man?
We interviewed him.
He cleared.
Yeah, that box he was carrying...
full of Chinese takeout.
Most dangerous thing in there
was M.S.G.
Look, the fact is, is that
we interviewed 94 people,
and we've got nothing
to show for it.
Uh, this is not the news
I was hoping for,
especially since the FBI
sent this over.
It was e-mailed to two other
TakeOver! locations
in New York an hour ago.
"You were warned to stop
the protests.
"You didn't listen.
"Start listening now
or today's bombing
will be just the beginning."
He's gonna hit another protest.
The FBI is keeping
this one under wraps,
but the clock
is still ticking here.
And what you're telling me is that
we're no closer to getting this guy
than we were
when the bomb went off?
Sir, somebody on this list
saw exactly what happened
within that 47-second window,
but the problem is,
is that they're mixed in
It's like trying to find Waldo
in a sea of waldos.
I take it you have
a proposal to fix that.
If the FBI would let us
view all video
shot in the Plaza,
then maybe we can figure out
who was closest to the bomb,
start prioritizing
the interviews.
Okay, I'll go down there,
do my best.
And if that doesn't work,
we'll look to plan "B."
In the meantime,
keep working on the list.
She doesn't seem very optimistic
about getting that footage.
You know, the witnesses
that were closest to the bomb
aren't on our list.
Maybe dead men do tell tales.
I just saw a reporter
in reception.
Have security
get him outta here.
I don't want him bothering
the victims' families.
Oh! So nice to see
a friendly face.
FBI has been up in mine
all night.
All from the explosion?
They never had a chance.
If you're looking for
official cause of death,
it's multiple
blunt force trauma.
Actually, we were wondering if
there's anything on the bodies
that might lead us
to whoever did this.
Possibly.
Meet Jesse Friedman.
He was the recruiter
for the TakeOver! movement.
He was also the guy
closest to the blast.
And we found bits of this
embedded all over his skin.
- Blue fabric?
- The lab I.D.'ed it as canvas.
They also found high concentrations
of explosive residue on it.
The canvas was part of
whatever contained the bomb.
Looks that way.
- So a duffel or a suitcase.
- This is a huge break.
That means we're looking for
someone carrying a blue bag.
Let's go update captain gates.
Uh, can you just
give me a minute?
Yeah, sure.
Hey, honey.
How you doing?
Yeah, I just needed a minute.
You look exhausted.
How long you been here?
I'm not sure.
It's been so crazy.
I've been cataloging
the victims' personal effects.
Well, that can't be easy.
I was fine.
Then I saw how one of them
had on this bracelet...
a string with beads
made by a little kid...
and it... it was like
that bracelet I made you
for father's day when I was 6.
Do you remember?
Remember?
I still have it.
Come on.
Let's get you home.
No, I should stay.
There's still work to do.
And it'll be here tomorrow.
Dr. Parish said I had to get
all this finished before she...
Lanie will tell you
the same thing.
Come on
let's get you outta here.
TakeOver! Wall Street.
- All right. Let's roll this puppy.
- Roger that.
That was
our very own Leann West,
about to report live
from Boylan Plaza yesterday.
Moments later, tragedy struck.
Be aware, some of the images
we're about to show you
may be disturbing
to some viewers.
Hundreds have gathered here and in
other cities across the country
to take a stand against
what they say
is greed and corruption...
Oh, my God.
Ohh.
So far no suspects
have been named in the bombing.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
So how's our...
how's our girl doing?
She's upstairs in bed, asleep.
I wish I could
keep her in there.
Honey, do you ever wonder
why I never visited you
at the precinct
the first year
you were working there?
I always thought it was
because of the harsh lighting.
Well, that was a consideration.
No, I thought if I...
if I saw you
acting like a cop,
I'd start thinking of you
as a cop,
and I just... whew.
That... that brought on
all manner of nightmares.
How did you get over it?
Eventually, you realize,
your children are gonna
make choices you don't like.
Just a fact of life.
Well, if the bombing
proves anything,
it's that bad things can happen
no matter what you do.
Nobody's tomorrow
is guaranteed.
So... how do you
plan to act
on this realization?
What do you mean?
Oh, you know what I mean.
Richard, how much longer
are you gonna drag your heels
before you tell Beckett
how you feel?
And I mean while she is awake,
not lying on the ground
with a bullet in her chest.
You don't understand...
It's complicated, so you say.
Only it's not.
It's not.
Nobody's tomorrows
are guaranteed, right?
Wouldn't it be better
to tell her
even if the timing is wrong
than never to tell her at all?
And what if she isn't ready?
Then she never will be.
Then you move on.
Hey.
Hey. Thanks.
Yeah. You got a sec?
Yeah. What's up?
Um...
I've been thinking...
about the victims and...
all the opportunities
they'll never have...
and I don't want that
to happen.
I've been...
Beckett.
We got something.
Um...
It's okay. It can wait
till after the case.
Did you get the video
from the Plaza?
Not yet, but what I have
here is even better.
Data from wireless carriers that shows
us all the GPS-activated cell phones
in Boylan Plaza.
This is the Plaza
yesterday at 4:32,
right before the explosion.
Each red dot represents the GPS
position of a specific phone.
How did you get this?
I called in a favor from
a friend at Homeland Security.
That is a damn good friend.
So then if those red dots
represent cell phones,
can we figure out
who they belong to?
That's the whole idea.
If this shows us
who was closest to the bomb,
it gives us our witnesses.
It can even show us
where everyone was in real time.
Advance it to 4:32.
11 dresses.
What they say
is greed and corruption...
The dots that disappeared,
that's the explosion.
Wait a second.
You guys see that?
There was...
right before the bomb went off.
Ryan, could you take it
back ten seconds?
That dot right there.
Right before the explosion,
it goes to the blast site,
waits for a second,
and then rushes away.
Play it again.
You tried on 11 dresses.
That's the bomber.
I just need
to pull up his I.D.
Cell phone's registered
to an Andrew Haynes.
Tell me where he is right now.
No GPS signal.
Uh, his battery's either dead
or his phone is off.
Wait a minute.
Haynes sounds familiar.
He showed up in the precinct
20 minutes ago for an interview.
The bomber's in the building?
UNIS gave him a full body.
No weapons.
No explosives.
He still thinks
he's here as a witness?
We told him
the search was routine.
So this is Andrew Haynes.
What's his story?
He has it out
for the TakeOver! movement.
He's organized
counterdemonstrations,
disrupted their rallies,
he's even handed out fliers
saying how they should be
stopped by any means necessary.
He walks the walk, too.
He was a suspect in the bombing
of some Greenpeace offices
a few years back.
Anything turn up at his place?
Yeah, a smoking gun.
UNIS found receipts to
an Internet cafe where he goes.
Now they traced
those e-mail threats
back to that cafe
and Haynes log-in I.D.
He's our guy.
So then why is he
strolling in here
just as cool as could be?
My guess...
he's proud of what he's done,
can't wait to tell someone
about it.
Well, then let's give him
the opportunity
to do just that.
Hi, Mr. Haynes.
I'm detective Kate Beckett.
Thank you so much
for coming in.
It's about time
you brought me in here.
If I had to rub elbows
with those whiny
little troublemakers...
I was
gonna do something drastic.
Oh, yeah, well,
I wouldn't blame you.
Hey, free thinker.
I respect that.
Um, you know,
my personal feelings aside,
I still have to investigate
this incident.
Yeah, you know, you... you gotta
dot your i's, cross your T's.
I get that.
Exactly. So I just have to
ask you a few questions
about what you saw
just before the bombing,
starting with...
Where you were.
Um...
I, uh, I-I was...
I was, like, right up here.
Um, so that's
about 100 feet
from the blast site?
Yeah.
And what were you doing there?
Oh, I was, uh, pretty much
getting hassled.
Hey, nimrod. Here.
Educate yourself.
Here. Why don't you
give this a read?
Hey, garanimal pants.
Quit the pity party.
Get a freakin' job.
Pull yourself up
by your bootstraps. Hello.
Hey! I'm talking to you.
Kitten, can you take...
what's your problem?
- You don't like what I have to say?
- Sorry.
Huh? Can't face the truth?
I'm sorry.
Just... just so I'm clear, so...
you were debating with the
protesters until that bomb went off?
Yeah, I was trying to give 'em
a reality check.
I mean, you know, they're all up in
arms about the greedy corporation,
and who do they think
is creating the jobs?
You know, they're a bunch
of silver-spoon hypocrites.
I mean, half of them,
they don't...
they don't even know
who they're protesting against.
Right, and stopping them
would actually be a service
to this country.
Yeah, it'd be item number one
on any true patriot's
to-do list.
- And you are a true patriot,
aren't you, Andrew?
- You're damn right about that.
That's why you put that bomb
in the Plaza,
to defend the country
that you love?
What are you talking about?
Come on, Andrew.
I don't want you
to have to serve any more time
than you have to.
We know that you weren't
with those protesters.
You were down here,
dropping off the bomb
- and then running for cover.
- Based on what?
We traced your phone.
The GPS places you right there.
You can't prove it was me.
I lost my phone yesterday.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay, then maybe
you can explain this.
Threatening e-mails that you
sent from an Internet cafe,
promising to continue
those bombings
until the protests stopped.
I'd like to talk to my lawyer.
White male, antisocial loner,
extreme political views...
He's a perfect fit for the
profile B.S.U. worked up for us.
We'll continue questioning him
downtown.
Well, according to my people,
he's nowhere near confessing.
Well, have them
reinterview the witnesses
and find us someone that saw
Haynes put that backpack down.
You're welcome.
So we talked to 20 witnesses
along Haynes' GPS path,
but none of them
can positively I.D. him.
With all the confusion, no one's
exactly sure what happened.
You guys have any luck?
Four people remember seeing a guy
in a black TakeOver! hoodie,
but nobody remembers
seeing his face.
A black hoodie
doesn't get us home,
not with half
the protesters wearing them.
Somebody had to have
seen this guy.
There's a protester
we haven't spoken to yet...
the street drummer.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
After the cameraman
rousted him,
that bridesmaid said
he relocated...
By the coffee truck, which would
put him right in Haynes' path.
Which means he could've seen
Haynes' face.
Yeah, but we don't know
his name
and he's not on
our witness list.
How are we gonna find this guy?
You know what?
He's a street performer.
He's probably gotten nuisance
citations, which means,
if he has, we should be able
to I.D. him.
I make music.
Why do you arrest me?
We're not arresting you, Malik.
We just need to ask you a few
questions about what you saw
in Boylan Plaza
yesterday afternoon.
I know nothing about the bomb.
- I am an innocent man.
- And we believe you.
But we think that
you might have seen something
that'll help us catch
the person who did this.
I-I don't want trouble.
Malik, your visa expired,
didn't it?
Is that what's worrying you?
I cannot go back to my country.
And I won't make you.
I don't care about
your immigration status.
We just need to know
exactly what you saw
just before that explosion.
I will tell you what I can.
Okay.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
When you were playing
by the coffee truck,
a man walked by you wearing
a black TakeOver! sweatshirt.
Do you remember seeing him?
Yes. I saw him.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Wait a minute.
Are you saying
that you saw the man
wearing the TakeOver! sweatshirt
put down a blue backpack
in front of the lamppost?
- Yes.
- Did you get a good look at his face?
Damn it!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
You're certain the man you saw
leaving the backpack
was hispanic and in his 20s?
Yes.
I-I gave the wrong answer?
Are you sure
this wasn't the person?
No. That's not him.
The FBI has got the wrong guy.
Which means the real bomber
is still out there.
If Andrew Haynes
didn't plant the bomb,
then why did he e-mail
those threats?
Why does his GPS show him
fleeing the scene?
We can't answer that yet,
but our witness gave
a good description.
It was this man.
How do we know this guy
is not making this up?
Look, the details of the bomb
haven't been released
to the press yet,
so how would our witness know
about the blue backpack
unless he actually saw it?
All right,
you people pursue this.
See where it leads.
But Andrew Haynes
is still our prime suspect.
At least until you can give me
something more
than the word
of a street musician.
Identifying this man,
that is now our top priority.
According to our witness,
he was wearing
a TakeOver! sweatshirt,
so he might be
part of the movement.
Show this sketch around,
talk to other protesters.
If he was a regular in Boylan Plaza,
someone there must know who he is.
Uh, not you, Mr. Castle.
I have a special task for you.
I hear that you're
quite the speed reader,
and in the time
that I've known you,
you've shown, well...
On occasion, an exceptional
attention to detail.
That's the first time you've
ever paid me a complime...
Go on.
We've conducted over a hundred
interviews so far,
and someone needs to
review them swiftly,
looking for information that can
help us I.D. our suspect.
And, uh, I believe,
you're my best bet.
I think she's finally
starting to like me.
No, I'm not.
Wearing her down.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Any breaks in the case?
No.
I've been poring over
these witness statements
looking for clues
about our bomber,
but so far, nothing.
Well, maybe these
will bring you some luck.
These are emergency
cheering-up pancakes.
I mean, these are usually
reserved for after breakups
or "Dancing With the Stars"
eliminations.
- What's the occasion?
- Well, after the other day,
I thought we both needed
some cheering up.
You shouldn't need cheering up.
You shouldn't have even
been there.
You should've been
with your friends
or at the movies.
- Dad, I'm 18.
- I know.
I know. It's just...
You're gonna see plenty
of reality in your lifetime.
I just would like you to keep
the rose color on your glasses
for as long as possible.
But I'm trying not to focus
on the ugly side of it, dad.
I-I've gotten straight a's,
awards, more trophies
than I can count.
This job is the first thing
that's made me feel like I'm
doing something important,
valuable.
I mean, isn't that
why you do it?
You're a pretty smart kid,
you know that?
Well...
They say genius...
Skips a generation.
Apparently, so does funny.
Eat your pancake.
Right.
Beckett.
What's going on?
Um, nothing.
I'm just thinking about
my next move.
I may have it for you.
We got a line on this guy.
Someone I.D.'ed the sketch?
Yeah, a protester
named Jenni Klein,
says she knows this guy
as Bobby.
And there's no last name?
No, but this Bobby
invited her over once.
She knows where he lives.
Hey, Bobby.
Remove the backpack
and place it on the ground,
slowly.
Then get on your knees.
Just a bunch of gym clothes
and some water bottles.
Not like last time, huh, Bobby?
Get up.
Robert Lopez.
That's your name.
Right, Bobby?
Actually, I know
quite a bit about you.
I know where you live.
I know you don't have a record.
I know you're not a member
of any political party.
And as soon as my team
finishes searching your place,
I'm gonna know even more.
So eventually, I'll find out,
but why don't you just tell me?
Why did you plant that bomb?
Hey. No luck
with those witness statements.
You guys catch a break?
Better yet,
we caught the suspect.
And I missed it?
Where is he?
In the box with Beckett.
Would you like me
to refresh your memory?
You were standing here
by the lamppost.
You dropped the backpack
and then you started running
as it exploded
and killed five people.
I didn't... I didn't do
what you're saying.
Witnesses saw you
drop your backpack, Bobby.
It wasn't mine.
Oh, so you admit to having it?
No. That's... that's not
what I meant.
You just said
that it wasn't yours.
Yeah, because you got me
all confused...
Did you or didn't you have it?
It's a simple question.
I don't know.
Who put you up to this, Bobby?
Who gave you that backpack?
I don't... I don't know.
I don't remember.
- You don't remember?
How do you not remember?
- I was in shock.
The bomb went off. Everyone
was running and screaming...
Oh, okay, okay,
so remember what happened
after the bomb went off,
but not before.
It must have been one of those
traumatic amnesia things.
Bobby...
don't lie to me.
I'm telling you,
it was all a big blank.
It was the trauma.
It was not the trauma.
You don't get to use
that excuse.
I swear, I don't remember.
The hell you don't remember.
Do you want to know trauma?
I was shot in the chest
and I remember
every second of it.
And so do you.
All this time...
You remembered?
Guy's still not talking?
Not yet. I'm gonna let him
sweat for a bit.
Was Castle here?
Yeah, earlier.
But he said he had to go.
Said there was somewhere
he needed to be.
Oh, Richard...
A bomb memorial?
Come on, honey.
Isn't this kind of morbid?
Well, it's how I'm feeling.
She isn't dead.
She might as well be.
I really thought we could
have a future together.
You know, I was...
I was willing to wait.
Come to find out,
it's all just a big joke.
She knew.
This whole time,
she remembered,
and she didn't say anything...
Because she was embarrassed
because she doesn't feel
the same way.
I'm such a fool.
Well, come on.
Let's go home.
Break out some of
the good stuff, okay?
Oh, I'd love to.
I gotta be getting back.
Back?
Why on earth would you go back
knowing how she feels,
knowing that she lied to you...
no, no, no, no, this isn't
about her. This is...
This is about them.
You know, it's about
doing something real...
Something that matters.
I'm not willing to let that go.
Richard, love is not a switch.
You can't just turn it off.
You can't work side by side
with her and not feel anything.
Watch me.
Hey.
Hey. Where were you?
Just clearing my head.
Where are we on Bobby?
Uniforms are searching
his place.
We're hoping to find
something that'll break him.
FBI called with an update.
The device used in Boylan Plaza
was a pipe bomb,
but here's the weird part...
it wasn't packed with nails,
ball bearings, or anything else.
That is weird. Bombers usually add
projectiles to maximize damage.
That's not the only way
to maximize damage.
Uh...
So what was it triggered by,
cell phone, trip wire?
A remote, probably rigged
from a garage door opener.
But the range on those
is only about 100 feet.
So whoever detonated it
was in Boylan Plaza.
And I bet you will find
that garage remote
in Bobby's apartment.
Uh, no such luck. But...
We did find credit cards
with lots of different
names on them.
And we found some wallets
and some cell phones, too.
In fact,
one of those cell phones
belonged to Andrew Haynes.
Bobby's a pickpocket.
Yeah, I pretty much am.
That's why you attended
the TakeOver! protests?
All those people hanging out,
full of peace and brotherhood...
TakeOver! Wall Street!
- TakeOver! Wall Street!
- Wall Street,
- What do we want?
- TakeOver! Wall Street!
Hey, nimrod. Here.
Educate yourself.
Here. Educate...
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Like
an all-you-can-steal buffet.
You got that right.
Why didn't you just tell me
the truth from the start?
And what, admit to a cop
that likes me for murder
that I'm a thief?
Amnesia seemed like
the better plan.
Yeah.
So you lifted
Andrew Haynes' phone,
which is why it looked
as if he planted the bomb.
- Who's Andrew Haynes?
- Don't worry about that.
Talk to me about the backpack.
How did you get it?
You know, you people,
you're a virus.
You're irresponsible.
You're infecting this country.
Hello. Can you hear?
You probably couldn't hear
your... do you hablas English?
I lifted it.
It was just lying there
between two dumpsters.
Hey! Hey, that's mine.
Give me that. That's mine!
Give that back.
Hey!
Hey! Hey, hey,
that's my bag.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
- Come back!
- TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Come back here.
Hey, hey, you.
This close
to bridezilla territory.
Oh, maybe I'll wear
jeans to my wedding.
Maybe we can hire that guy
as the band.
Damn it!
I swear, I...
I didn't know a bomb was in it.
I would never hurt anyone.
Look, you gotta believe me.
The man who said
that you took his backpack,
is that him?
Yeah. That... that's...
that's the guy.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's him.
That's Jesse Friedman.
He's one of the victims.
And he's a member
of the movement.
That doesn't make any sense.
Why would he attack
his own people?
Okay. Thank you.
So UNIS searched
Jesse Friedman's place.
And they found research
on how to build
the same device that was
used in Boylan Plaza.
So Jesse blew up
his own protest?
Why would he do that?
Maybe to get sympathy
for his movement, publicity...
And since he placed the bomb
between two dumpsters...
He didn't think that anyone
would get hurt.
Then Bobby stole the backpack.
If Jesse was worried about
someone getting hurt,
why would he set off the bomb?
I don't think he did.
There was no remote found on
or near the body,
which means someone else
detonated it.
Probably somebody he knew.
30 seconds before the blast,
Jesse got a call on his cell
from a burner phone.
Then two seconds before
the bomb went off,
he tried to call
that same phone back.
So then maybe
Jesse had a partner,
and that's who triggered
the bomb.
You said that remote had a range
of about 100 feet, right?
Mm-hmm.
So whoever the partner was, he
must have been here somewhere,
close to the bomb blast,
hidden among the crowd.
We need to take another look
at the sequence of events,
piece together
the witness statements.
The answer is in the story.
So let's start
at the beginning.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Leann and her
cameraman are setting up
for their live broadcast.
Be sure you get the crowd
in the background, Mark.
Another shot of you
and the chanting masses.
I'm so over this protest.
Yeah, next time we'll do a piece on
Brazilian Runway Models, I promise.
Gonna hold you to that.
All right.
Let's roll this puppy.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Roger that.
At the same time,
Bobby's prowling the Plaza.
He sees Andrew Haynes
haranguing the protesters.
Quit the pity party. Pull
yourself up by the bootstraps.
Hey, nimrod. Here.
Educate yourself.
Here, why don't you
give this a read?
Hey, garanimal pants.
He's easy pickings.
Here, educ...
So Bobby relieves him
of his phone.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Educate yourself, would you?
Then Bobby goes looking for his
next business opportunity.
He spots
the blue backpack unattended,
calling out to him.
So he grabs it,
blissfully unaware
of what's inside.
Hey!
Hey, that's mine.
But Jesse sees him
and he flips out.
Give me that.
That's mine!
Hey! Hey! That's mine!
Give that back!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Bobby ducks out of sight.
Jesse panics.
The bomb is on the move.
What's he gonna do?
People are in danger.
He grabs a man
in a black hoodie,
thinking it's the thief.
- What's your problem?
You don't like what I have to say?
- Sorry.
Huh? Can't face the truth?
But it's Andrew Haynes.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
But by now, Bobby's decided
taking the backpack
wasn't such a good idea.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
So he ditches it
and keeps moving.
Could you imagine the look
on mom's face?
- Bam.
- Damn it!
They bump into each other,
drawing the attention
of the street drummer
who's now by the coffee truck.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
The subscriber you're trying
to reach is not available...
He's too late.
Well, that's a nice story, bro,
but it still doesn't tell us
who Jesse's partner is.
Well, it's gotta be whoever
Jesse was on the phone with
in the minutes before
the bomb went off.
How long was that
first incoming call?
Uh, eight seconds.
So that was probably
the "All Systems Go" call.
Then after the backpack
was stolen,
Jesse tried to make
an "All Systems Not Go" call
but he didn't
get through in time.
Do any of the witnesses remember
who Jesse was hanging out with?
Not yet, but we're still
reconstructing his movements
based on statements
from his friends...
Whoa.
A Beethoven t-shirt.
A call-and-response.
I know who Jesse's partner is.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Bobby remembered
hearing a Beethoven ringtone
coming from nearby
just before
he stole the backpack.
And West Side Wally said
Beethoven showed up, conducting
his "Fifth Symphony."
We're good to go.
That was actually
Jesse Friedman
with his Beethoven t-shirt
and ringtone,
making his
"All Systems Go" call.
We're good to go.
We know he was talking
to someone within 100 feet
and that call lasted
eight seconds.
Long enough
for a call-and-response...
a call-and-response
to the one person who could
broadcast the explosion
live on television
and bring the publicity
that the movement needed.
We're good to go.
Roger that.
Live in...
three...
I'm here at Boylan Plaza
on day 36
of the TakeOver! protest.
Leann West was on the other end
of that phone.
TakeOver! Wall Street!
Roger that.
No, I wasn't.
I wasn't on the phone with anyone.
I was talking to my cameraman.
I already told the FBI
the whole story.
Yeah, except you
left out a few details.
Like the fact that
you knew Jesse Friedman.
The two of you
went to Hudson University.
Yeah, so did a lot of people.
We're guessing the two of you
reunited at the protest.
You went out for drinks
and you hatched a plan.
He wanted media attention
for the movement.
You wanted to get promoted
to the anchor desk.
So you set up your cameras
at the perfect vantage point.
You waited until you went live
and you detonated that bomb.
What?
That is insane.
This is ridiculous,
and I will not listen
to another word of it.
We're done here.
Do you recognize that?
That's the burner cell
that you used to call Jesse.
Found it in a storm drain about
two blocks from Boylan Plaza.
You know what else
we found in there?
The remote you used
to detonate the bomb.
Small enough to hide
in the palm of your hand.
It's got your fingerprints
all over it, Leann.
How did you find that?
By tracking your movements after the
explosion using your phone's GPS.
No one was supposed
to get hurt.
It was just gonna make
a lot of noise,
and people would start
respecting me as a reporter,
but everything just went wrong.
Why didn't you come forward once
you realized what you had done?
I thought about it,
but what good would that do?
I kept quiet for Jesse.
I wanted to protect his memory.
Well, that's what
your friend Jesse would call
sinning by silence.
It's not smart.
It's not brave.
It's just cowardly.
The FBI has taken
Leann West into custody.
This woman,
whose blind ambition
led to the death
of five people,
will get what she deserves.
I, um...
I want to thank each of you for
what you did to make this happen.
You, uh...
All put in 110%,
made me proud.
So let's, uh...
Get outta here, head on home, and
catch up on some much-needed rest.
You know what?
I'm still kind of wired.
Do you guys want
to go out for a drink?
Oh, I'm sorry.
You know, it feels like a month
since I've seen Jenny.
- I should really get home.
- Me, too.
I'm tanked.
I'll holler at you.
So I guess it's just us.
Yeah.
You know, now that
the case is done...
What did you want
to talk about?
Nothing.
Nothing important anyway.
I'm gonna head home.
Night.
Good night.