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Sir, we've got four vehicles ID'd in the

perimeter, one with a broken taillight.

Put out a description

of those vehicles.

Have all units grid out

and locate them.

Pick me up, a**hole.

Now what?

So how you holding up?

Did you have a nice swim?

Not bad. How're you doing?

Hey, I'm good. I'm good.

You know, thanks for asking.

- How's Sean?

- Havin' the time of his life.

Hey, I saw your TVcommercial.

It's not bad. It's pretty good.

But let me ask you something.

You got a frequent flyer programme?

'Cause if you do,

maybe when this is over...

I might just take an Endeavor flight

the hell outta here.

Why? Why me?

Why you?

'Cause you buy your way

out of trouble.

Don't you? I read about you

and that union guy.

You should've gone to jail

for that, but I guess you're

a pretty goddam good liar, huh?

I saw you on TV, Tom...

telling everybody

how innocent you were.

I looked at your eyes.

You know what?

You're a lyin'-ass dog, pal.

I know you paid that guy off.

You're a payer.

You did it once.

Now you're gonna do it again.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- Listen, Cub. You want me to do this?

- Jimmy said me.

- F*** what Jimmy said.

- Look, I know the job, man.

Clark, man.

I ain't giving Jimmy

the money until he cuts the kid loose.

L... I just ain't

gonna do it, man.

What are you... Cub.

You a movie fan, Tom?

- Ever see that movie The Time Machine?

- No.

It's the, uh,

land of the future, right?

There's only two kinds

of people in the world now:

The Morlocks and the Eloi.

- Okay.

- And the Elois, they live above ground.

They wear togas.

They're all blond.

They eat grapes

and sh*t like that.

But it's like

the Garden of Eden there.

I mean, basically, everybody

just lays around, listens to harp music.

- How do I get my boy back?

- Now, the Morlocks...

they live underground, right?

Big, hairy, ugly suckers

like you wouldn't wish on an ape, right?

They're down there with all this

machinery. They're doing all the labour.

They're making sure that the Elois

have enough food and... and togas.

- Are you gonna answer me?

- Well, this is a great deal

if you're an Eloi, right?

There's only one thing.

Every once in a while,

a Morlock comes up to the surface...

and snatches an Eloi,

takes him down there.

All right, I'm done driving 'til

you tell me what I want to know.

The Morlocks,

they don't eat grapes.

They're cannibals.

They eat Elois.

So when I think about,

uh, The Time Machine...

it kind of reminds me

of New York City, you know?

See, you're an Eloi.

You and all your friends,

walking around like zombies...

with no f***in'idea of the sh*t

goin'on down below.

So does this make me a Morlock?

I don't like to think

of myself like...

I guess it does.

And every once in a while,

one of you gets snatched.

I guess that's...

See ya.

What a city.

See you at the Whitney.

See you at the Four Seasons.

See you at the Met. See ya.

See you.

See you.

- You on the move again, Tom?

- Yeah.

Okay, here we go.

About a mile up ahead, the road splits.

Take the exit onto Saddle River Road,

go to the stone quarry.

Drive ten miles an hour.

I'm jumpin' through all your goddam

hoops. How am I gonna get my boy back?

We'll swap. You give me the bags,

I'll give you an address.

Good luck to you, laddie.

Get back in the f***ing car!

Now, throw out the keys.

Give me the money, man.

- Give me the address.

- Give me the f***in' money, man!

- You said you were gonna

give me the address.

- What?

Do you want to see your kid again, man?

Then give me the money!

Goddam it! Give me

that address, goddam you!

- Don't be f***in' stupid, man!

- This is the FBI.

Drop the gun and step away

from the vehicle.

- Put your hands in the air.

Step away from the vehicle.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Mullen, stay back. Get down.

- CP, need some help here.

He's surrounded.

We've gone overt.

We have one subject

on the ground operating an ATV.

A white male armed

with a handgun, and he's got...

- We have an eye on him.

- Good.

- Who is that?

Come on, Cubby. Come on, Cubby.

- Stop, or we'll shoot.

- Get off the vehicle and lie down.

You have no way out.

You are surrounded.

Give yourself up.

- This is the FBI.

- You've got nowhere to go.

We have agents on the ground.

This is your last warning.

Surrender yourself now!

This is the FBI.

There is nowhere to go.

Drop the gun. Stop at once.

Move! Move!

SWA T Team Leader to CP.

We have deployed. We're movin'in.

Got a green light!

Take him out!

Oh, sh*t.

SWA T Team Leader to CP. We have

an agent down. We have a subject down.

Who got shot?

Who the hell was shot?

Where is he?

What have you done with him?

What?

Say it. Come on.

- Stand back. Come on. Step back.

- No, no, he...

- He's trying to tell me something.

- Look, back off. Let us stabilize him.

- Medic!

- He's trying to tell me

where my son is. I'm sure of it.

What are you people do...

I did not authorize this!

- We're here under orders.

- That f***ing liar!

- Oh, we're losin' him.

- Don't let him die.

Jesus Christ, don't let him die.

God, don't let him die.

- Come on, man.

Don't give up. Don't give up.

- Get the choppers.

Stay with him. Come on.

- Sh*t!

- What?

Ten-seven, sir.

He's dead.

How... How am I

gonna find Sean now?

You killed my son.

SWA T Team Leader to CP.

We're movin'out.

S.O. Leader, you've got it.

Give me as much as you can.

This guy's got to be on parole,

probation, something.

- Get the name of...

- I told you no cops.

- Ah, jeez!

- You were supposed to follow the money!

- They were following the money, Tom.

The guy had a gun in your face.

They didn't have a choice.

They thought you were

in direct danger.

What does that mean? What does... What

does "wrong" mean? I mean, is he dead?

Because if he's dead,

just say he's dead.

Don't tell me something went wrong.

- Just say my son is dead!

- Kate, we are operating

under the assumption that he's alive.

You mean you don't know!

You don't know where he is!

You don't know if he is!

You're the goddam FBI,

and you don't know sh*t!

- We have every agent... every agent...

- You killed the son of a b*tch

and now... What?

- Katie. Katie.

- Get... God!

Go. Go away. Go. Go.

We know that the kidnapper

at the quarry was not alone.

We know that.

We also have a real good idea

about who he was teamed up with.

Now, let me show you something.

The guy at the quarry, Cubby Barnes,

has been in jail twice for burglary.

This is no high-tech mastermind.

This guy right here...

Kate, Tom, you recognize him?

- Do you?

- No.

- Okay.

Now, this is Clark Barnes,

brother to the subject.

Now, we went back and we found him

in your son's video of the park.

This guy is the brains

in the family...

and we also know he's a lot higher up

the criminal food chain.

According to the NYPD,

this guy Clark, his brother Cubby,

they're supposed to be inseparable.

Now, I guarantee you,

we are gonna do our homework on this...

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