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- Man". Hey. - Man #2: What's going on?
Man: He's definitely in there. He ain't openin' the door.
- Man #2: You hopped up? - Man: Absolutely.
- (knocks on door) - Man #2: Harrold?
- (pounding on door) - Harrold!
Hey, buddy, I wanna talk to you! Open the door!
(rustling)
I hear him in there.
Harrold! Take your weapons out.
Last chance, Harrold!
(clattering)
Fuck. (exhales sharply)
Fuckin'...
- (door thuds) - Ahh!
- Shit. - (clattering)
Harrold! Harrold?
- Harrold: Fuck! Fuck you! - Fucking kidding me!
You fucking guys can't kick the fuckin' door?
- Harrold, get some clothes on! - I got my hands up.
- Don't fucking shoot me! - Tommy: Shut up! Hey!
What the fuck are you doin'? You guys gonna just stand there?
Go in there and get him! Put some clothes on him!
Harrold: I fuckin' didn't do nothin'!
(overlapping arguing)
(groans)
Fuck did I kick that fuckin' door?
(siren wailing)
- Hey, Commish. - Chris.
Third floor upstairs.
- Third? - Yeah.
- What happened with "Shan-creek-a"? - I was just goin' over there
to have an appointment with this female,
and this lady came out of nowhere
- and brained me with a smoothie. - Her daughter says you pushed her.
Sir, I was tryin' to make an escape--
- Did you push her? - After the smoothie.
- So you did-- - What's up, Tommy.
Whoa! This is an occasion. Commish exitin' the SUV?
- Is this a homicide? - It's not. You've been misinformed.
You're fuckin' kiddin' me. It's not a homicide?
- Nope. - No, sir. No, sir.
- Why are you bleeding? - I was trying to tell your officers, sir.
This woman is crazy.
And she hit me with a fuckin' smoothie in the head.
What are you talkin' about? Like, a drink or somethin'?
No, like a fuckin' smoothie, you know?
Like you would smooth your clothes out with.
- (laughs) An iron? A fuckin' iron? - Davis: An iron!
- For fuck's sake! - It's called an iron, Harrold.
- Harrold: Yes, sir, a smoothie. - Shut up.
Commish, I should be a captain or a deputy-super
or probably even your job by now.
I can't take much more of this shit.
You dug that hole.
(sighs) You know, my fuckin' knee is killin' me.
He kicked the fuckin' teeth out of a vice cop in Back Bay.
How do you fuck your knee up kickin' a guy in the mouth?
I over-kicked. I hyper-extended it.
- I thought he fuckin' got suspended. - Hey! I fuckin' hear you, numb-nuts.
- Sorry, that's what I heard. - What'd you hear?
- I heard that you got suspended. - Do I look suspended?
- No, sir. - He doesn't look suspended.
Would I be sittin' here starin' at you two chowderheads if I was suspended?
No, I wouldn't. Life is a rigged fucking game.
You two just passed "Go." Buckle it the fuck up.
- Harrold, you're under arrest. - Actually accurate.
You go home, put some ice on that knee, and get some sleep.
- Got the race in five hours. - Catchin' drunks at the marathon.
Boss, please, don't make me wear the clown suit.
It's the last hoop, Tommy.
You walk your beat, smile, and you're officially out of the doghouse.
One more day.
Weather's gonna be nice, pretty girls, fresh air, be like a big picnic.
Everybody loves a picnic.
- Woman: Pizza delivery for Patrick. - Hey, baby.
Hey. How was work?
This sweet old man came in and gave that to me today.
Mr. Flanagan.
His wife was on my floor a couple months back.
Stage four, so we were just there to keep her comfortable.
I guess before she passed, she told him she wanted me to have it.
- Huh. - I hardly knew them,
but he was so sweet and so sad,
and I was just holding him and hugging him.
Look at how pretty that is.
Isn't that beautiful?
And you made me dinner?
- How's your dissertation coming? - Huh!
- Two paragraphs, both deleted. - Uh-huh.
And, uh, but I did tag some cool apartments in San Francisco to show you.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Look at you, so excited. - Well, I'm really excited
that we're taking the day off tomorrow.
- Mmm. - And I think after my masterpiece pizza,
we're gonna have to go on a run at some point.
- Tomorrow? No, honey. - Yeah.
There's three things you can do on Patriots Day.
One's watch the marathon, the other one's run the marathon,
and the third one is get down to Fenway and yell for those Red Sox.
- Yellin' for the Red Sox. - Sox.
- Mmm. Red "Sahx."
- Red "Sahx." - Red "Sahx."
- There you go. - I think you just wanna stay
in bed with me all day.
- Wanna know what I think? - Mmm.
I think the reason Mrs. Flanagan wanted you to have it
was because she knew you would hold him when he gave it to you.
You're a very sweet man.
- I know. Cheers. - (chuckles)
To the Red Sox.
Yeah. "Sahx."
- Sox. - "Sahx."
"Sahx."
(indistinct conversations)
Man: Did you change the software and shit?
(sighs) All right, let's see.
Uh, yeah. Got it.
(indistinct)
Yes!
- Hey, Li. What's up, guys? - Oh, hey, Sean, what's up?
Wow! What are you feedin' that thing?
It looks like he could outrun the squad car.
- She definitely could. - Look at this!
- Can I touch it? - No.
(laughs) No. No.
So what about the Zac cowboy concert?
- Zac Brown Band, yeah. - Yeah.
Yeah, I'll get ten tickets.
Hey, it's gonna be a cultural experience, okay?
You're gonna get a better education than MIT,
Harvard, BU, BC.
I need everybody's hat sizes, we'll all get hats.
- Man: Yeah, cool. - Sean: Get right.
- All right, boys. - Thanks.
Well, listen, you know I like my chicken fried,
- a cold beer on a Friday night... - Me, too.
...and my jeans that fit too tight.
- Just right. Your jeans, just right. - Just right. Just right.
Do you think you'll definitely come?
- Or... - Yes. I will be there.
Okay. Cool. Yeah.
(dog barking)
- (clatters) - Oh, Tommy!
I'm sorry. I just gotta get my clothes for tomorrow.
Tommy, oh, my God. Get the fuck out of my room.
- But this is our room. - You know, now I can officially
tell your blood alcohol by the frequency of key scratches on the lock.
- It's a predictive pattern, Tommy. - I had two pops, okay?
It's medicinal. And I got roll call...
- You sound like... - ...in four hours and 42 minutes.
- ...elephant. - I'm sorry. All right?
Please, come on, just go. I'll see you in the morning.
Hey... want me to cuddle with you?
- No! I told you to leave, Tommy. - Come on.
- I love you. - I love you.
- Go on. You're wakin' me up. - I'm sorry. All right?
- Okay. Quit ya' talkin'. - Go back to sleep.
(groans)
(man speaking Mandarin)
(Man speaking Mandarin on phone)
' Bye-bye. ' Bye, bye.
(dog barking)
Woman: You wanna go get your drink?
One on top? You thirsty?
Yeah, let's go. Come on.
(indistinct chattering on computer)
What do you want? Juice? Milk?
Girl: Mommy, Mommy, open.
Here you go, baby.
(water running)
Let's go in the room.
(speaking in foreign language on computer)
Uniform's dry.
I also swapped out the battery in your shoulder mic.
(chuckling)
I haven't seen you in your uniform for a while.
Yeah, that was on purpose.
- Oh, God. - Come on. Let me see it.
- Don't start. - Mmm. Kinda turns me on.
- Really? - Gotta get your hair cut first.
(laughs) It's at the top of my list.
God, I gotta put this thing on.
- Do I look like a clown? - (laughs)
- Why are you laughing? - I'm not.
- I look like a clown. - No! It's just...
- No, it's okay. - It's your color.
I'm basically a crossing guard, all right?
And they send me to the Marathon, at the finish line
with the biggest VIPs in the city, and everybody's gonna break my balls.
- You got my whistle and my stop sign? - Come here. Gimme a kiss.
- I love you. - I love you.
I'll see you later on, all right?
- All right. - I'll see you tonight.
Don't kick any cops.
- I'll try not to. - I hear they hate that.
Sweetheart? You saw me yesterday, right?
- Woman: Mm-hmm. - So, is it just me,
or am I gettin' a little better lookin' every day?
Why don't you come over here, and I'll show you how good-lookin' you are?
(chuckles)
Boy, I wish I had time for that.
Love you.
What do you want, a muffin or a bagel?
- Oh, bring me a muffin, please. - Yes, doll.
- Love yum - Love you!
- Hey, Tiesha. - Morning, Sergeant Jeff.
- How's your day today? - It is a muffin day, sweetheart.
- We got blueberry. - Oh. You're an angel.
- I try to be, just for you. - How's school goin'?
The boys leavin' you alone, lettin' you study?
They are. They have no choice.
(both chuckle)
- In the cup. - (coins clink)
- Have a great day. - You, too.
Man: Right over there, next to the table.
(indistinct chattering)
(helicopter hovering)
Man on radio: Are we feeding that other video or no time to?
(indistinct chattering continues)
Man: Nobody in the VIP section at all.
Unless they have credentials, period, all right?
Nobody. Hey, Tommy!
- Tommy: What's up? - I got a favor.
It's actually a gift. I'm gonna give you the finishin' line.
- Come on! - No, no, no.
This is your welcome back, Tommy. Means no more fuck-ups.
Just smile in front of all the VIPs
and let 'em all remember what a great fuckin' guy
- Tommy Saunders is. - I understand that.
- Can I just talk to you for a second? - No, no, no, no.
Look, can't you see the beauty of just sayin' "Thank you"?
- I say, "You're welcome." Huh? - (sighs)
It's just a trade-off to get your job back.
- Look... - Nah.
No more words. I just wanna get to the Hopkinton, all right?
- What time you gonna run? - Under three, I hope.
That ain't happenin'. Good luck.
- (chuckles) - What are you lookin' at?
World's most overpaid meter maid.
- Wow. - (officers laughing)
You wanna move the barricades? I gotta get to Hopkinton.
Hey! Well, don't stand around. He told you to move the barricade, not me.
(beeping)
(sighs) Carol! I need you to do me a favor.
My knee's gotten swollen fatter.
I gotta have you bring the fatter knee brace down to me, all right?
I'm at the finish line, so you'll be able to find me.
All right, I love you, baby. Thanks.
- (sirens chirping) - (indistinct radio chatter)
(metallic clinking)
Yeah, but what about, like-like,
Erik and Rafi and Brendan and those guys?
I mean, those guys were our friends, so it's like...
Don't think about 'em. Doesn't matter.
Bro, I'm-- Look, I'm not pussin' out or nothin'.
I'm not at all. I'm just thinkin' about Martin Luther King, and like...
Martin Luther King was not a Muslim.
He was a hypocrite. He was a fornicator.
Yeah, but I'm a fornicator.
You think that's funny?
No.
Come here.
What?
- What? - You're my brother.
- You understand that? - Yeah.
- Are you ready for this? - Yeah.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Radio announcer: Good morning, everyone.
It is great to have you with us for the running of the Boston Marathon.
Race announcer: Round one starts in ten minutes.
Reporter: We're looking at a live picture of the start line
in Hopkinton where it all begins for the runners...
Race announcer: Superintendent Billy Evans
representing the Boston Police Department.
Race announcer: 30 seconds to go. This will...
TV announcer: There is Lelisa Desisa, who I think is probably the...
Race announcer: In remembrance of the 20 students
and six staff members who lost their lives,
the Boston Athletic Association
wishes to express its deepest sympathy
to the families of the victims of all residents of Newtown.
We ask that you join us in observing
- a period of silence... - Standby, A.
- ...of 26 seconds. - Ready, C.
Ready C is up.
Tech". Twenty-six, 25, 24,
23, 22,
21, 20,
19, 18,
17, 16,15,
14, 13,12,
11, ten, nine,
eight, seven,
- six, five... - (grunting)
- ...4, 3, 2, 1... - (grunting loudly)
- (gunshot) - (all cheering)
TV announcer: And they are off.
The elite men in the 117th running of the Boston Marathon,
the oldest running marathon in the United States.
You can see that the crowd has thickened to about four deep
at some places there along this course in Hopkinton...
(video game chattering)
Donohue, are you on night vision?
Why are you on night vision? That's atrocious.
And this guy owes me 20 bucks.
Watch your hand, man. And what do I owe you $20 for again?
- 'Cause I talked to her. - You didn't talk to her.
Get the fuck outta here. You talked to her?
She said she's cumin' to the Zac Brown concert.
- Big mistake. - Nice MIT girl?
She'll love it. She'll be smitten.
Gotta take her to something classy, like the Pops.
- The Pops? - Yeah, the Pops.
- Name one Pop. - Beethoven. Done.
Go to the barn! Flank him, flank him!
(country music playing on stereo)
♪ Pop's farm was the place to go, load the truck up, hit the dirt road ♪
♪ Jump the barbwire, spread the word ♪
♪ Light the bonfire, then call the girls ♪
♪ King in the can and the Marlboro Man ♪
♪ Jack and Jim were a few good men ♪
♪ When we learned how to kiss and cuss and fight, too ♪
♪ Better watch out for the boys in blue ♪
♪ Chillin' on a dirt road ♪
♪ Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones ♪
- Throw the flash bang! Throw... - Got it!
- You do this every time! - You're in the way of the TV!
Give me the fuckin'...
- (crowd cheering) - (panting)
(bell ringing)
Announcer: ...took off so fast that he almost caught the camera truck.
Announcer #2: ...on a course that stretches from Hopkinton
through Ashland, Framingham, Na tick...
Announcer #3: Desisa's to the right of your screen...
Announcer #4: ...back to the women for a second, they got about six miles...
Race announcer: The elites have reached mile eight.
Expected on Boylston Street...
Paying my debt to society.
- Oh, God... - In the doghouse, huh?
Yeah, but it's all right.
He says it's the last hoop, so we'll see.
Get a haircut, though, will ya?
Tommy: I'll cut my hair once you stop shaving your legs.
(Meng speaking Mandarin)
Woman". Sorry! Couldn't find my jacket.
Ready to go?
- Can we grab some drinks before we go? - Sure.
- Let's get "drunch." - You don't have to beg me.
Announcer: ...and as all the contenders are in there,
and they're closing hand over fist.
TV reporter: Kogo, Desisa, and Gabremariam.
So Ethiopia has two of the three.
(indistinct chattering)
- Man: Ready, man? - Boy: Yes, Daddy.
- You are? - Yeah.
- Wanna go see Mommy at the race? - Yeah!
Wanna go cheer on Mommy at the race?
Let's roll. Let's roll.
All right.
Yes.
TV announcer: ...and running one of the most famous streets in Boston...
Race announcer: The front-runners are approaching mile 23!
We're mere minutes away from crowning the winner
- of the 2013 Boston Marathon. - Get some people outta here.
This is against fire code. We got way too many people.
- She can stay. - Thanks, Tommy.
How are you? How's your husband, good?
He's good. He's doing fine.
(indistinct chattering)
Announcer: Again, you're looking at Heartbreak Hill now.
Announcer #2: We're leaving the elites now.
(crowd cheering)
Announcer #3: Kenmore Square.
You see the light stanchions over that building.
This is one of the really cool spots in Boston...
Announcer #4: And look at that, the Boston Marathon running
right past Fenway Park, which will soon empty out...
(crowd cheering)
(indistinct sports commentary on TV)
(indistinct chattering)
Announcer #4: ...making the right turn, they're heading up towards Boylston.
Announcer #5: Looks like Ethiopia is gonna reign supreme!
Announcer #6: And here they come!
Heading down Boylston for the last block!
Announcer #7: Is there anyone else on the road?
Announcer #8: Very fast time.
- (helicopter hovering) - Woman: Standby, camera three..
Three, two, one...
and lead the way.
Race announcer: Desisa is the 2013
- champion of the elites. - (cheering)
(indistinct announcer on P.A.)
Announcer #9". Time to take in what the Boston Marathon is truly about.
Watching thousands of amateur athletes complete the amazing feat.
(indistinct announcement on P.A.)
(crowd cheering)
I'd think about losin' that Yankees cap.
You got a lot of Sox fans in these bars. I'd hate to see ya get tuned up.
(marching band playing)
Oh.
Announcer: And say hello to Frank Night, from Boston, Massachusetts.
- (camera clicks) - Thanks.
(indistinct announcements on P.A.)
Man: Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry 'bout that.
Please excuse me.
Race announcer: That's Police Chief Billy Evans crossing the finish line!
Way to go, Billy!
- Thank you, Governor. - Nice job.
Race announcer: Does anybody have a big tub of melted butter?
A huge lobster just crossed the finish line!
(indistinct announcement on P.A.)
Hey!Leo“.
- Time out. - No time out!
- Hey! - Baby...
- You behavin' yourself? - Oh, yeah.
Here it is, you numbskull.
You're on your feet all day, and you wear the wrong one?
I did it on purpose so you'd have to bring me the fatter one.
- Romantic, right? - I'm sure that was your plan!
- You wanna walk with me a bit? - No, I gotta get back to work!
I gotta claw my way outta this zoo!
- I love you. Thanks for the brace. - I love you, too.
Hey, give that to Joey.
(crowd continues cheering)
Announcer: Looking down Boylston,
you can see waves of runners turning the corner for the final...
(crowd cheering)
Did you see that guy? (laughs)
There he is. General Patton in a neon vest.
Hey, Commish, I'll get a fuckin' smoothie and be waitin' in the back
of the Tahoe for you and Q.
- (laughing) - Hey, grab this bozo!
Get him outta here! Keep your eyes open, will ya?
(crowd continues cheering)
I'm proud of ya, Tommy. How ya feelin'?
The knee hurts. The back hurts.
The balls hurt. The pain sometimes feels
like it hurts on top of the hurt,
- if that's even remotely possible. - (cell phone rings)
This is Davis.
No, the Biden call's scheduled for 3:00.
Biden? Vice President Biden? Hey, let me talk to him.
- Behave yourself, Tommy. - Commissioner, let me talk to him!
Guys! The lobster's back!
Come here! Cuff that lobster, will you?
(indistinct radio chatter)
Whoo!
(indistinct announcement on P.A.)
Announcer: The finalists in the wheelchair competition here...
Announcer #2: ...very fast runners here out on this storied course.
So much history today.
To all the runners and our team behind the scenes,
thank you for bringing this race...
- (alarms blaring) - (people screaming)
Those are bombs, Captain! Those are bombs!
This is Delta 984! We got multiple explosions! We need...
(alarm blaring)
(clamoring)
(child crying)
(screaming)
Shit!
(indistinct shouting)
All medical personnel to the finish line! Now!
Something just exploded at the finish line.
What did he say? Let's turn around, Q.
(tires screeching)
I repeat, multiple casualties!
(woman sobbing)
I got you.
Sir, you're gonna be okay, all right? You're gonna be okay.
Ma'am, hold on to this as tight as you can.
Hey, get that wheelchair over here now!
All medical personnel to the finish line!
- We need two over here! - Repeat, multiple casualties!
- Carol: Tommy! - Carol!
- You okay? Huh? Lemme see. - Ewing)
All right. You're okay. You're okay. Hey, Sully, come here!
Carol, go with him now! Get her home now!
Dispatch: Repeat your location!
This is Delta 984! I'm at the finish line!
Dispatcher: I only wanna hear from the 984!
I only wanna hear from that supervisor.
All right, this is what I need.
I want Ring Road clear, so I can push ambulances in and out!
Keep pushin' in those ambulances!
(indistinct radio chatter)
(sirens wailing)
Okay. People are coming.
Ma'am, you're on fire. That's it.
(people groaning)
Man: Oh, shit!
Man: Sir?
Can we get some help, sir? Anyone, sir, please?
Yeah.
You're okay. You're okay.
- (flying) - You're okay.
We gotta take your son and get him some help.
Leo!Leo!
You're gonna be okay, sir.
You all right? You hear me?
You're okay.
I can't...
Man: We'll figure this out.
- I'll find you in just a minute. - Jess...
(sirens wailing)
Get the wheelchairs! Come on!
(helicopter hovering)
EMT: Both of her legs are severely lacerated.
- On three, ready? - This is my wife.
She's gonna be okay.
Hey! Send two more ambulances from Ring Road right now!
On radio: This is Sergeant Davis at the Forum Cafe.
I need personnel at the second bomb site immediately!
I need assistance!
(panting)
This is Delta 984. I'm heading to the second bomb site!
Everybody, keep this line clear!
And stop letting runners through! Secure the perimeter!
If I see another runner, your ass is done!
Woman: We need a fuckin' ambulance over here!
We need ambulances down at the second bombing site!
Starbucks and the Forum!
Are there more bombs? Are there more bombs?
No, no, no, no. Look at me. You're gonna be okay.
- You're doin' good, all right? - What's that? What's that?
Don't look at that! Look at me! Look at me!
Get that over here now!
Guys, shut down the race!
Do not have another person run down Boylston Street!
Come on, get her up, get her up! Shut down the race!
Fuck, Tommy! We've got two fatalities.
We got two fatalities, and a fuckin' kid, eight years old.
- Where's his family? - They're wounded.
They fuckin' dragged everybody out.
- For fuck's sake, what do we do? - I don't fuckin' know.
We gotta leave someone with him. We cannot leave him here alone, Captain.
No, we're gonna get someone by his side.
- I ain't goin anywhere. - We need everybody
out of the area immediately.
We gotta clear the perimeter. Could be more bombs.
Yeah, I'm on it.
Hey!
Anyone in here? Anyone?
- Shit! - (cell phone chimes)
This is Delta 984. We gotta confiscate all cell phones.
Repeat. If you see anyone recordin', grab their phones, I don't care who it is!
Man: They gotta find my boy.
Somebody, please...
EMT: Don't worry. We'll find him, sir.
I don't know where he is.
(indistinct on radio)
Lee, I'm James. I'm going to take care of you, all right?
You're going to be fine.
(indistinct chattering)
Nurse: Can you feel that? Can you wiggle your toes?
Good. Good, good, good. We're good.
Doctor: We're gonna save your leg, okay?
Hey, you gotta help me find my son.
His name is Leo Woolfenden. He's three years old.
We got separated somehow. Somebody took him.
I just didn't... You need to find him.
His name is Leo Woolfenden. W-0-0-L...
Tommy: Push out and make sure we're keepin' people out of the perimeter.
- All right? Get moving. - We've got a six-block perimeter set up.
- We're all locked down here. - (sirens wailing)
Oh, boy. Here we go. Here we go.
- This is the first blast scene? - Tommy: Yeah.
The second was down there at the Forum restaurant.
- Bradshaw: Total station en route. - Okay, we need TEDAC and OPU.
- What about cell phones, cameras? - Yeah, we're right on top of that.
Yeah, we're collecting cell phones, surveillance tapes,
- all the video we can find. - Get 'em all, Tommy. Don't miss any.
How big is the secured perimeter?
Six blocks off the course each direction.
- Let's extend that. Make it 10. - You got it.
It's clearly coordinated. There could be more bombs.
- How many total wounded? - Got three fatalities that we know of.
One's a little child on the street in front of the Forum.
- (clattering) - What are they doin'?
What? I said that's an eight-year-old kid under there.
No, they can't move the body. We've gotta clear them out.
Tell them to clear out of there!
- You got it, you got it. - Tell them to clear out of there.
- Who the fuck are you? - Sorry, Sergeant.
Could be clues in the blood-splattered bomb residue on the boy's body.
We can't risk moving him. Nothing moves.
What's the matter with you guys? You gonna tell that boy's parents
that their son's still lyin' on the fuckin' street?
- Turn it down, Tommy. - Oh, fuck that!
- Tommy! Let's go over there. - All right, Billy...
Just fuckin' leave me alone, will ya?
We've gotta decide who's running this, and we have to decide quickly.
If it's terrorism, it's yours, Rick.
Gentlemen, the moment we label this terrorism, everything changes.
It's not about Boston anymore. It's not a local investigation.
It's Wolf Blitzer. It's stock markets.
It's politicians and knee-jerk reactions, anti-Muslim backlash...
And what if we're wrong?
I mean, there's no take-back. I've been through this before.
Look, your call, but we already know it is.
And a cell is activated, they hit Chicago or New York
or Washington, what happens then?
The accusations are gonna come, no matter what we do.
(clatters)
It's terrorism. We'll take it.
So, what do you need?
Command center. Really big one.
- (sirens wailing) - (helicopter hovering)
This'll do.
I want CART team over there.
Post-blast investigators in that corner.
We need a media tent set up.
All right, let's get an evidence grid
started right over there against that wall.
And I guarantee these are gonna crash,
so let's get a bank of landlines up immediately.
We're good, boss. We'll be up in an hour.
(reporters clamoring)
Reporter: Commissioner Davis, the "New York Post" is reporting
a 20-year-old Saudi national has been charged.
- Can you confirm? - That is false.
We have not charged anyone at this time.
We are asking the public to help us supplement the investigation.
Anyone with photos or video of the marathon
is encouraged to turn them in to Boston Police.
(indistinct chattering)
I need you to give me access to the following databases...
Travel, Visa...
Someone needs to get on the phone with the United States Attorney's office.
Get us some warrants for the cell phone towers right now.
AT&T, Verizon, T-Mobile, all the way down the track.
Let Tactical Aviation know, as of right now, Boston owns both those planes.
Get them both to Logan. No, I'm talkin' about the T-5's.
They're gonna be cycling from Logan to Quantico. That's it.
FBI servers just got 12,000 e-mails in under a minute.
Holy Christ.
And we're crashed. Get us back online now.
- Agent: Yes, sir. Yes, sir. - Now.
Nurse: 28-year-old female, Jessica Kensky.
- Nurse #2: Pulse, 101. - Nurse #3: BP's 84 over 45.
Doctor: Think the best that we could do is a BKA.
The soft tissue's also compromised. I don't think this is salvageable.
Doctor #2: There's way too much soft tissue damage.
We gotta take it. There's nothin' left here.
Doctor #3: I need some saline. We need to wipe off this flap.
Nurse #4: Male, late 20s with no ID.
Doctor #3: The leg is not looking good.
All right, the vessels are controlled, but there is no viability here.
Absolutely no blood supply. We'll have to amputate.
Saw.
(whirring)
Doctor: Amputating below the knee, left leg.
(saw whirring)
(indistinct radio chatter)
(indistinct chatter)
Analyst: We're recreating the scene.
Put every item down exactly where it was found.
Analyst #2: We need this spread out here.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Lay some paper down.
Let the stuff air dry. I don't want to degrade the DNA.
Carol? Pick up the phone! Carol, can you hear me?
Analyst #2: Get this paper over here.
If you come across any clothing that's burnt or charred, separate that.
I need to have somebody collect these cell phones here, get 'em down to CART.
Deshuflers: Okay, people, remember,
- the bombs had to be carried in somehow. - Carol, you gotta call me back
as soon as you get this message, all right?
...on large bags and/or backpacks.
Analyst: Sort these out by adapter types.
Anything with a camera, we need to get over to the import station.
Analyst: Are those GPS tags comin' through okay?
Tech: Yes, sir.
Davis: All right. Yeah, I got him right here.
JFK Library's not an explosion.
(indistinct conversations)
(cell phone ringing)
Hello? Oh, Carol! I've been calling and calling!
Tommy, Jesus. Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. You're not hurt, are ya?
I'm fine, Tommy. My mother's here.
- Everybody's here. - Oh, thank God!
The news is going crazy.
They're sayin' there could be more bombs.
- Please be careful, Tommy. - I will. I gotta go, all right?
I'm gonna call you as soon as I can.
I love you.
Hey, Sarge, heard you on the radio this afternoon. Hell of a job.
I thought I heard your squeaky-ass voice in my ear.
Don't fuck around right now, Mike, please?
I'm not fuckin' around. You did good.
Hey, honey, it's me.
Sweetheart, I've got out one day too late.
I will. No.
I love you, too.
What are those guys doin' here? They weren't even down there!
What the fuck is this, a joke?
They're the FBI and they're in charge, Tommy, so just do as you're told.
And their boss, I wouldn't wanna be that guy.
He's triple-fucked. One, he steps up and takes it.
- Two, now he's gotta solve the thing. - What's three?
He's gotta walk around inside that life all day long.
- Fuckin' shoot me four times and... - Billy: Button it up, Tommy.
These young guys are lookin' up to you.
I don't need the ass-ache from you today.
- Just do as you're fuckin' told! - Fine.
We have no evidence this was a suicide attack.
So these IED's were most likely remotely detonated.
It is highly probable these bombs were homemade.
It is likely that they made more.
What does Mass State think?
I think we need to get air assets from the National Guard.
I think we need a couple additional tactical teams.
But most importantly, there's two bathrooms
in this place, and one's broken.
Right, I'll get on to that.
It is safe to say that we're dealing with more than one individual,
- some degree of sophistication. - Excuse me, Agent Deh-law-ray?
- Davis: Special Agent DesLauriers. - Tommy: Sorry about that.
- Look, I just wanted to say... - It's not the time or place.
I just want to say, I work Homicide.
I know one thing closes cases-- witnesses.
So we oughta get our asses to the hospital, interview the victims.
Could be someone saw somethin', no?
Tommy, get some of our guys on this.
And keep in mind that the bomber could be among the wounded.
We've seen it before.
So let's get positive ID’s on everybody comin' into the hospital.
(cell phone chimes)
Tommy: Let's show this cocksucker he messed with the wrong fuckin' city.
News anchor: We're getting conflicting reports about the arrest
of a Saudi national earlier.
Now, Commissioner Davis at this time is insisting
that no suspects have been arrested.
Katherine: Dzhokhar! I asked you to get whole milk. This is two percent.
It's milk. She's a baby. She can't taste the difference.
No, she can't, but I will when she gets sick.
Feed the baby in the bedroom. I can't hear the news.
Katherine: What am I supposed to give her?
- This isn't gonna work. - Feed the baby in the bedroom.
- I can't hear... - Katherine: I needed whole milk!
I'll take care of it! Feed her in the bedroom right now! Go!
Make him get whole milk.
We shouldn't have put the bombs ground level.
We shoulda put that shit waist-high.
- Go get the right milk, Dzhokhar. Go! - What? No.
I don't wanna hear any more of her bullshit. Go get the right milk.
Tommy: Mind if I ask you a couple of questions?
Did you see anything out of the ordinary?
- Anything suspicious? - Nah.
Did you see anybody put bags down or...
Thank you very much. Appreciate it.
Has anybody spoken to you guys yet?
No? What's your name, sweetie?
My knee's killing me. You got some Tylenol back there?
We got all kinds of stuff, Sergeant. You want a Vicodin?
- No, no Vicodin. Tylenol. - Tylenol, Tylenol.
- Make it four pills, please. - Okay, you got it.
Thank you.
Hey, do we have a name on him yet?
No, the EMT said he was with his wife at the site.
But all I've got is this ring.
It's engraved "PB and J. 8-25-12."
- She's gotta be in a different hospital. - Let me call around.
Reporter: They are still keeping people out of this area, obviously.
Still that 15-block area that was mentioned earlier.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
- It's fried rice? Eggroll? - Yeah. Everything's in there.
Okay.
(reporter chattering on TV)
Meng: It's a very scary day today.
My name is Danny. What was your name?
(laughing) My name's Kara.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, too.
- Are you from Boston? - Yeah, I live here.
Oh, I live in Cambridge.
- Oh, that's not far. - No.
Radio announcer: The FBI has taken over the criminal investigation
into the bombings.
The Bureau is asking you for any visual...
- Hey, John. - Hey, what's up?
- This fucking bombing, huh? - Awful.
- Are we gonna supplement this? - Not that I know of.
It's all BPD.
- What do you got? - Everything's busted.
The radio bracket's loose.
The right window goes down when I put on the blinker.
Tell me this thing about the blinker?
Yeah, it goes down, but only when I signal right.
Radio announcer: ' Course, the big question this morning--
- Who did this? - That is fuckin' weird.
And why did they do this?
(whispering) Excuse me. Sir? Sorry to disturb you.
- Is this Jessica Kensky? - Yes. She's my daughter.
- (flying) - Hey, I understand.
- I can come back, okay? - No, that's... Sorry.
How can we help you?
I just wanna know if she said anything at all?
- If she communicated anything? - Not much.
She 'gust asked about her husband.
We don't know where he is. His name is Patrick Downes.
- Can you help us find him? - You leave that to us, okay?
- Okay? - (sniffles) Thank you.
(brakes screeching)
My God. Oh...
(TV playing)
(keys clatter)
- Hey. - What are you guys doin' here?
What the fuck happened out there? What's goin' on?
Is this fuckin' Al-Qaeda or what? Was it Al-Qaeda?
Are you fuckin' eating Cheerios on my couch?
- Carol: Hey, Tommy... - Who did it? What are they sayin'?
(overlapping chattering)
What happened? Listen, was it Al-Qaeda or what?
(overlapping chattering continues)
We're gonna give him some space, all right?
Does someone wanna tell us what the hell happened?
Get everybody outta here. Get the-- get the fuck outta here now!
- Every fuckin' one of you! - Come on! What the hell did I do?
What do you mean? Fuckin' come on!
- Sorry! - Get the fuck outta here!
Whatever you want, Tommy. Whatever you need, whatever you need.
- (indistinct conversations) - Analyst: Blue coat.
Analyst #2: I've got a street-block radius.
Analyst #3: Yeah, it's a little grainy.
Time doesn't match it.
Analyst #3: You got 'em?
(breathes heavily) I don't... I don't know.
Carol: It's okay, baby.
I don't even understand what I saw.
I keep seein' this blood. It's, like, everywhere.
(sighs) I saw a foot next to...
This boy from... Well, I think from Marathon Sport.
He looked like a little BU kid. Like a good kid, Carol, you know?
He had an assistant manager tag
and, um...
he helped, we moved her.
We... we laid her down.
Blood just started to spread, his knee was in her blood...
And then there was an eight-year-old boy.
(sobbing) He was just layin' there.
They had to take his family away, and his parents, and fuck, he's fuckin'...
I got these images in my head.
They ain't gain' away.
And you were right there.
Please don't be mad at me that I told you to come down there.
I shouldn't have told you to come down there.
You never could have known. Baby, it's not your fault.
I'm sorry, Carol.
I'm sorry that I told you to come.
I'm sorry that I put you there.
Tommy: We gotta find these motherfuckers, Carol.
We gotta get out there and find these motherfuckers
before they do this to somebody else.
Analyst: Back it up three seconds.
Boss!
This guy. White hat.
Play it again.
Butler: He's the only one that looks away.
(groans)
(cell phone ringing)
Davis: Feds wanna talk to you. Rick. Sergeant Saunders.
Thank you for coming so quickly.
Whatever it is, I didn't do it.
Ed tells me you're familiar with this area?
Yeah, why?
- Deslauriers: Let's run it. - White Hat.
Play it back.
The guy right there with the white hat?
- That's the guy, isn't it? - We believe so.
It's gotta be.
Okay, so I am White Hat.
At exactly 2:45,
I am seen by the surveillance videos outside the Forum restaurant, okay?
Now, Sergeant, as you can see, we've recreated the Boylston Street crime scene.
Now, let's move left of boom.
Left of what?
Left of boom. Left of the explosions.
We need to trace him backwards. You know this street, right?
And you know which places have security cameras?
Yeah, yeah. I know what you're doin'.
That's the finish line there. You said 2:45?
Correct.
All right, so where is he at 2:44? Who can see him?
- It's gotta be Crate & Barrel. - Crate & Barrel, anybody?
Analyst: Checking Crate & Barrel.
Tech: Yes, sir!
I see you. 2:44 p.m.
The hat's got a golf logo along with the number three.
Okay. I wanna find every store in Boston that's selling that hat.
Pull the names from the credit card receipts...
Crate & Barrel.
...then cross-check it against facial recognitions.
Okay, Sergeant. I'm Crate & Barrel at 2:44.
Who sees me now?
It's the Walgreen's that's across the street now.
- Abe 'n Louie's? - Deslauriers: Abe 'n Louie?
Analyst #2: Checking Abe 'n Louie's.
- Anybody got Abe 'n Louie? - Tech #2: Nothing, sir.
- No? - No, sir.
Deslauriers: Come on, Sergeant. Where else?
Gimme a minute, all right? Lemme think. Um...
Across the street, the Mandarin... The Mandarin?
Nah, their cameras face the wrong direction.
(muttering)
Remember, that kid stole a purse from Solas?
He ran into Peet's.
Ah, I got it... Um, Back Bay Social Club!
Teddy put in new patio cameras last year.
Back Bay Social Club.
Analyst: Searching Back Bay Social Club.
'sot him!
Back Bay Social Club. 2:40 p.m.
I have a new angle on his face. His left eye, the chin.
It's still not clear enough for facial recognitions.
All right, push that out to CART team, see if they can fill in the blanks.
Doin' great, Sergeant. Keep going.
All right. 2:42 p.m. Whiskey's Steak House.
- Whiskey's Steak House! - Analyst: Whiskey's Steak House!
Got him. 2:37. White Hat's standing with someone.
It's a man wearing aviators.
Looks like they know each other.
Motherfucker! You fuckin' piece 'a shit!
Two bombers.
- Give me a kiss. - No!
- Then get out. - Stop it.
Get out.
There you go. You gotta put the bunny, like, right there.
No.
- Yes. What? - No.
What do you mean, no?
News anchor: ...still a very heavy police presence.
The FBI reportedly zeroing in on a possible suspect.
They figured that out quicker than you thought, huh?
And amid all the questions about a possible suspect today...
Come on. I'll help you.
Dzhokhar: Your baby doesn't know how to tie her shoes.
Katherine: I've got it.
- Jahar? - Nah, I don't want any.
News anchor: ...caused chaos in the markets today.
News anchor #2: It also, we understand, forced the FBI
to cancel what was a scheduled news conference.
It has never been rescheduled since.
How can we have zero hits on facial recognition?
Well, the technology isn't perfect, Governor, we've got partial images.
We've got bad angles.
These are pretty clear fucking pictures.
One of the suspects is wearing sunglasses.
- Run it through the NSA's system. - We're using the NSA's system, sir.
We need to get these photos out to the public.
Not yet. We have a couple of decent leads, but right now...
We release these photos, the city eats these guys.
No, I agree.
So why don't you get over there and say somethin'?
Look, this is Ed's fuckin' deal right now, all right?
These guys are somebody's friends, neighbors, co-workers.
- You got no balls. - I've got fucking plenty of balls.
I'm not gettin' involved with the Governor.
I'll go over there and say somethin'.
You wanna get yourself suspended again?
If we release those photos now, it tells the suspects
that we don't know who they are,
- and that puts them ahead of us... - That's true, but...
But what? But what if we're wrong?
What if these men are innocent?
And God forbid, they also happen to be Muslims,
we will be crucified!
They don't look like prototypical jihadists to me.
What does a prototypical jihadist look like, Rick?
You got a photo of one?
Okay, listen, that all sounds very by-the-book, Rick,
okay, but we owe people answers.
We can't just sit back and keep analyzing data.
What does your gut tell you?
My gut tells me that these are probably our guys.
But I'm not ready to release the photos.
Gotta give our people some more time to work.
Okay. Okay, it's decided.
We'll wait.
News anchor: At this time, there have been no new developments
regarding the Boston Marathon bombings...
News anchor #2: We wish we had better information
as far as them being able to find somebody right now.
It just seems like it's an ongoing active search...
President Obama: It was a beautiful day to be in Boston.
And then, in an instant,
the day's beauty was shattered.
For millions of us, what happened on Monday is personal.
It's personal.
So we come together to pray and mourn.
But we also come together today
to reaffirm that the spirit of this city is undaunted.
And the spirit of this country shall remain undimmed.
That's the spirit you've displayed in recent days.
- Hey. Hey, Li. - Hey.
- Hey, Sean. - Oh, hey...
I like those glasses. Those are new, huh?
Yeah, thanks.
We needed a study break, so I thought you might like one, too.
Thanks, Li, yeah.
Coffee Coolattas. These are great.
(chuckles) Uh, well, we should go back to work.
But, um, Saturday night, Zac Brown Band?
Yeah, that's right. Are you guys...
I'll make sure all you guys are covered, so you're in.
It's just gonna be us. ls that cool?
- Yeah? - That's better. Yeah.
- Yeah? - No, I prefer that, yeah.
- Cool. Bye. - All right.
Good seein' you guys.
Jeff: All right, let's pipe it down so I can make this quick, please.
Situation in Boston remains in flux.
Let's be prepared to augment should they require our assistance.
Uh, speed limit on Common Street
has now officially been down to 25 for a month.
So, warning period is over.
Quit giving warnings there a week ago, Sarge.
I gave Mimi O'Brien a citation
for speeding and expired registration.
Well, you're a braver man than I am, Gunga Din.
Davis: We got an information vacuum.
Those are not our guys.
Meanwhile, you guys aren't any closer
to identifying the two we're really lookin' for.
We need to release those pictures.
If we release the photos now, we have zero control.
If we overplay our hand, we may force these guys to react.
Gentlemen, if l may?
Right now, Boston's workin' against us.
As normal, you've got a murder, no one rats.
We don't got that problem, 'cause in this city,
when it comes to terrorism, everybody wants to talk.
Look, you got a lot of people talkin', but they're talkin' about the wrong people.
You release the photos of our guys, sit back and listen. Trust me.
You gotta start lettin' Boston work for us, I'm telling you.
I understand Boston,
but I can't just snap my fingers.
This decision goes all the way up to the Attorney General.
Then give me his number. I'll call him right now!
This is my fuckin' city, Rick!
Release the goddamn pictures!
Say again?
(Davis and Deslauriers continue arguing)
Hold on, stay on the line.
Don't lecture me on intelligence, okay, Ed? That is what I do!
- Sir? - What?
White Hat, Black Hat. Fox got the pictures.
They want what we have, or they're gonna release them.
Repeat that. Say that again.
Fox is gonna release the pictures in 20 minutes, sir.
- With or without a consult. - (hits door)
Deslauriers: Okay, I'm all about inter-agency cooperation,
but when this is over, lam gonna hunt down the piece of shit
that leaked those photos, and I will fucking ruin him!
I'm not gonna let Fox News run this investigation.
We will release the pictures as soon as the president is wheels up.
(door opens)
Deslauriers: We initially developed one person of interest,
not knowing if that individual was working alone or in concert with others.
The FBI has developed a second suspect.
Today, we are enlisting the public's help
in identifying these two suspects...
Reporter". Officials say they've made the images public now
because they need help in connecting the faces
of the potential suspects...
Reporter #2". ...the other walking just a short distance behind.
(reporters chattering in other languages)
Reporter #3". They believe that someone out there would recognize
at least one, perhaps both of these men,
and call in some vital information to law enforcement.
If you have any information at all, please reach out to the FBI.
(lighter clicks)
News anchor: Investigators tonight are working to identify a young white man
spotted in surveillance video from the Lord & Taylor.
He was in the crowd right before the second explosion.
He was carrying a backpack, talking on his cell phone,
wearing a black jacket, gray hoodie,
and a white baseball cap on backwards.
News anchor #2: No one should attempt to apprehend him
except law enforcement.
Let me reiterate that caution.
Do not take any action on your own.
News anchor #3: ...identifying these two suspects.
Somebody out there knows these individuals as friends.
News anchor #4: Federal law enforcement authorities now believe
that a team of at least two men carried out the bombings here.
Not a lone wolf, but two men described tonight
as armed and extremely dangerous.
Deslauriers: We initially developed one person...
News anchor #4: They are now the world's most wanted men.
Two men in their 20s caught on tape. Suspect number one...
- Who are you texting? - No one.
Get everything packed in the car. It's time to leave.
All right. Can I have my gun now, though?
(Speaking Arabic)
l just like... I really want the gun now.
Dzhokhan you will get your gun!
- When? - Enough!
The pictures are blurry. They're no good.
No, the pictures are good.
Pictures are really good.
- Hey, man, where's Jahar at? - I don't know.
Did you guys see the press conference?
One of the guys looks exactly fuckin' like him.
- Yo, that's what I fuckin' said. - No way. Everybody's fuckin' paranoid.
- He looks exactly fuckin' like him. - Dias: He texted me.
He said to get some of his stuff.
Go ahead, Dias. I got a study group to get to.
- Don't steal my shit! - Fuck you, man.
Fuck you! Don't touch my shit.
- Study group, dickhead. - Fuckin' asshole.
Gnarly, man, you can't drive that thing on the beach.
You're gonna get arrested again!
Relax, Bob. You can't get arrested...
- This joint is kicked. - (laughs)
It's all done. It's cashed out.
Where does Dzhokhar keep his weed at?
Of course. The coveted closet.
Yep, yep, yep, yep-
Shit. There's no weed in here.
Dias: What's that shit?
Don't fuckin' know. ls that fuckin' fireworks?
What the fuck does he need fireworks for?
- Hey, these are fuckin' BB's, man. - What are you saying?
What are you fucking talking about, man?
This is fuckin' bomb shit.
Are you guys really that fuckin' high you can't see this shit?
- What the fuck do we do? - I don't know, man. You found it.
Seriously? We found it.
Quiet the fuck down and put the stuff in the bag.
We can't leave it here. Bag it up, man!
What the fuck you think I'm doin', man?
News anchor: We're still waiting to hear more about suspects.
News anchor #2: With pictures being available to the public,
the FBI has yet to receive any...
News anchor #3: We now await one key lead, the names of these men.
- Kara: ls it hot? Yeah. - It's fucking hot.
- So you broke a finger cheerleading? - Yeah.
I did a backflip and came down on my hand like that.
Were you before, like, people throw you up really high, and then you come...
Yeah, I fell. I got a concussion my senior year.
And I tried to get up and I tried to walk, and my entire left body was numb.
Like, I couldn't walk.
I feel like I'd be really lonely if I was here.
- Like, you're alone, right? - Yeah, it's okay.
In the beginning, like three years ago, it was harder.
Now, it's like, you make new friends and you find new people.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(Speaking Arabic)
You wanted a gun. Now you need a gun.
Unless you know someone that has one.
Dispatcher on radio: 242, what's your status?
I'm in the Quad, tucked next to the Koch building for the next 45.
Got my eyes on Main Street and Vasser.
After that, I got dinner break for 30.
Can I do it?
Dispatcher: Denver 544. Koch is quiet.
We're gonna rotate you over to Kresge.
Collier: Yeah, it is very dry out here.
So if you want me to rotate, I'm absolutely ready.
Copy that.
(groans)
Grab the gun, Dzhokhar!
(Collier groaning)
No, no! No, no, no!
- Come on! - He won't fucking let go!
Fuck you!
(struggling)
- Why won't you let go? - Watch out!
No!
- Let's go! - What now, motherfucker?
Man: Hey!
Dzhokhar: Come on, you fuckin' piece of shit!
Let's go! Come on!
Dispatcher: All units. All units.
This is a Commonwealth-wide all-points bulletin.
We have a report of an officer shot at MIT.
Requesting available units for search for suspects.
Witnesses report two men fleeing the scene.
Caucasian, medium build, dark clothing.
Suspects are armed. Use caution.
A team, we have no suspect information at this time.
Nothing.
Sorry to bother, uh, can you help me real quick?
Sorry.
Yeah, I just want you to...
- Hey, don't... - Do not move.
Do not fucking move.
What is your name?
(stammering) Manny.
Yeah? Do you know about the Marathon bombing, Manny?
Yes, I know.
- Do you know who did it? - No.
I did that. You understand?
And I just killed a police officer.
Bet you got a lot of money. Give me your wallet.
Let's go. Give me your wallet.
Yeah, yeah... Just take everything.
Just take it. Take everything.
Your name is not Manny.
(stammers) No, it's... My name's Dun Meng.
It a-sound... it a-sound like Manny. It sounds like Manny.
If you lie to me again, wallahi, I will kill you.
- I'm sorry. - (knocking on window)
- Open the back! - Do not fucking move.
Open the back!
- Open the back. - Okay, okay.
Easy, buddy. Go ahead. Good. Give me the keys.
- Stay in the car. - Okay.
- I'll get the pressure cookers. - (boys laughing in distance)
- ls that it? - That's it. Get in the car.
Shit.
That's all right. Easy, easy.
- You can just take the car. - (shushing)
It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.
Follow me. All right. Let's go.
Do not say anything. Stay quiet.
Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
Get in the car. You understand?
- You're gonna get in the car... - Yes, yes.
- ...and you're gonna be quiet. - Yes.
All right? Let's go.
Get in the car.
Get in the car right now.
- Jahar? - Yeah?
- Watch him. - All right.
- Yo, does this have an iPod plug-in? - Huh'?
- Does your car have an iPod plug-in? - No. No.
You're sure? What about Bluetooth? You got Bluetooth?
I can plug my phone in and play some stuff?
(stammering) Sorry, there's no Bluetooth.
Do you have anyone that cares about you?
Nobody care about me here.
Then put on the seatbelt.
Man: No one gets through, you hear me?
EMT #2: We need oxygen now.
(sobs) I don't know, Travis, it's bad.
Yeah, it's Sean. I...
They tried to take his gun, but he wouldn't give it up.
They shot him. They...
EMT #3: No pulse. He's gone.
Dookie, take it easy. Stay under the limit.
Damn. This thing moves.
Really? Yo, can I drive it?
- You wanna drive it? - Yeah.
- No way. - Why?
Bro, I've never driven a Benz. I really wanna drive a Benz.
Jahar, you're not going to drive this car.
Get over it.
(siren wailing)
You're going the wrong way, Officer.
(sighs)
Tommy". Hey! Turn around! Hey, you!
Where are you headin'? Home?
- We're goin' to his mother's house. - All right, get off the street.
Reporter on radio". The Boston Marathon tragedy is being described
as the worst act of domestic terrorism since the September 11th attacks.
However, unlike the attacks on the World Trade Center...
- (slams radio) - Fuck them!
You know that's bullshit, right, Manny?
- Yes. - 9/11...
Uh...
Muslims didn't blow up those buildings.
- The U.S. government did. - Yes, I know.
- You know? - I know.
Are you saying yes because you believe it,
or are you saying yes because you don't want us to kill you?
Sorry, I don't know who did it. 9/11...
Dzhokhar". Yo, you need to educate yourself, dog.
For real, that's the problem with this country.
No one knows what goes down. America is fake as fuck.
The government did all that shit. The government.
To make Americans hate real Muslims.
A lot of people who say they were at 9/11, they're all actors.
- Meng: I didn't know that. - Well, now you know.
Of course you didn't. You're conditioned by the media.
Yeah.
Take your ATM card. Give it to Jahar.
What is your PIN number?
Your PIN number! I need your PIN number.
- What is your PIN number? - 6-2-2-8.
- Did you get that? - What?
- 5-- -mama
(mimicking Meng) 6-2-2-8. Okay.
Okay, Jahar, get as much money as you can, okay?
- Well, I look wack as fuck. - Jahar!
- Get as much money as you can. - All right.
Dzhokhan Times Square is...
42nd Street and Broadway...
Boom!
Automated voice: Time to New York, 3 hours, 42 minutes.
Please, can I just leave and you can take the car?
- You want to leave? - You can just...
You want to leave the car? Are you asking me to leave the car?
- Fuck that. - Meng: No, no, no.
I leave the car, you take the car.
No, you're not going anywhere. You're gonna stay right there.
Meng: I won't... I won't call the police.
Please, I have a family in China.
I have a mama, I have a daddy.
I have a brother. (whimpers)
I have...
Please? I don't call anyone.
Just let me go.
Shut the fuck up.
Fill up the tank.
(knocks on window)
The pump's busted. It's cash only.
- Get something to eat, too. - All right. Want somethin' to eat?
No.
- Tamerlan: You're not hungry? - No, that's okay.
Dzhokhar". I'll get him something.
Tamerlan: Gonna be a long ride.
(grunting)
- Fuck you! - Fuck!
(Speaking Arabic)
Dzhokhan What the fuck happened?
Call the police! Call police, please!
- What happened? - Please call!
Two people, they kidnapped me.
They said they're the Marathon bombers--
Call the police!
Operator". 9-1-1 recorded line. What's the nature of your emergency?
lam in Mobil gas station.
I have one claiming someone wants to shoot him.
And he stay inside, and he won't leave.
Can I speak with him?
Hello? Please help me! Please help me!
Two people, they came to my car, and they have guns.
Dispatcher: All units, possible carjacking.
At least two males, white, mid-twenties
at the Mobil station off Memorial and River Street.
(tires screeching)
Witness is an Asian male, name unclear.
Emergency operator had trouble understanding him.
Requesting units to investigate.
Officer: Patrol Unit 488 responding.
I don't understand. Why are we doing this?
Why do I have to take this car? This car's so much better!
Because they're gonna be looking for us now in this one.
No, but then why don't we just get another car?
We'll just get, like, a better car.
- We can jack a Lambo... - Get the fucking bombs.
- ...or something actually working. - Get the fucking bombs, all right?
Just listen to me for a second!
If we get another car, like, an actual car...
Listen to me, Tamerlan, please! Listen to me!
Stop treating me like a fucking baby! Listen to me!
You fucking distracted me! You distracted me.
That's why he got away. Do you understand that?
What? This is not my fault! Are you fucking kidding me?
This is your fault! You were up front with him!
I was in the back the whole time, and I went to get snacks, you piece of shit.
Don't fucking accuse me! Don't fucking accuse me!
Fucking be quiet right now. Do you understand?
- Dzhokhar... - Okay. Okay.
- You be fucking quiet right now. - All right, all right.
- Or I'll fucking kill you myself! - All right, all right.
- Do you understand me, Jahar? - Yeah. Yeah.
I'll fucking shoot you myself!
- All right. Yeah. - Do you understand me?
You distracted me. That's how he got away.
You're gonna do as I say and grab the fucking bombs and put them in the trunk.
- All right. - And do as I fucking say, you understand?
- Yeah. - Right now.
You fucking get in the car!
I'll find somewhere to ditch the Mercedes.
And you will follow me.
- Got it? - Yeah.
(brakes screech)
- Hey, Phil, what's up? - He's over here, Sarge.
- Tommy: Hey. What's goin'on? - Phil: I can't get a word out of him.
Let me talk to him for a second. Sir, how are you? You okay?
Two people, they take my car.
They take my car over there in the...
They drive me around for, like, an hour, and they say they put a...
- Wait, what did you say? - These people, they tell me
they gonna do the explosion in New York.
What?
They're the Marathon race bombers.
Wait, no, no, calm down. Just calm down for a second.
Did you just say "Marathon bombers"?
They said to you that they were the Marathon bombers?
Yes, they told me. They are the Marathon bombers!
Listen to me. What kind of car do you drive?
It's my black Mercedes SUV.
That car has a GPS.
The tracking number is 3422347.
- Well, how do you know that number? - I just remember.
Please, they're very dangerous. You have to catch them.
You know what? It took a lot of balls to escape like you did.
Hey, you're a very brave guy. Do you hear me?
Go catch those motherfuckers!
(muttering)
Fuck!Fuck! Wasn't my fucking fault!
Look, you fucking fuck!
Dispatcher: All units, be on alert for a black Mercedes SUV,
possible carjacking suspect.
GPS shows the vehicle in Watertown, south of Mount Auburn Street.
Baker 364 responding.
All right, Chris, maybe stay awake tonight, you know?
Just for a change of pace.
Sarge, it's Joey.
Think I got eyes on that Mercedes called in earlier.
I'm gonna flip around and follow him.
Reynolds: He stopped. He's on Laurel off Dexter.
Hold up, Reynolds. I'm comin' in behind you.
Light 'em up whenever you're ready.
(seat belt clicks)
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
(siren wailing)
Fuckin' shit! Jesus fuckin' Christ!
Shots fired! Shots fired! I need units down here!
61 Laurel Street!
- Jesus Christ! Joey, you all right, man? - Yeah, I'm all right!
Drop your weapon and come out...
- (gunfire) - Jesus!
Give it up! You got nowhere to go! Fuck!
Dispatcher: All units, we have shots fired at the vehicle in question from Cambridge.
Last seen near Dexter Ave.
We need units to assist in Watertown.
(car alarm blaring)
- Dzhokhar: Can I use the gun? - Tamerlan: No, no, grab the bomb.
- Let me use it. - Grab the bomb. Get it.
MacLellan: Joey, use the car for cover!
Tamerlan: Light it! Light! Light, light, light!
Ahh! God!
Oh, Jesus! God fucking damn it!
- Fuck! Joey! - Fuckin', Sarge, where are ya?
MacLellan: Follow me! Follow my voice!
Jesus! Dispatch, I need backup down here!
(tires screeching)
They've got explosives. Shots fired! Shots fired!
(shouts)
Shit! Jammed. Fuckin' come on!
(Tamerlan shouting)
Who the fuck are these guys?
Dispatcher: Watertown P.D. reporting shots fired
from black Mercedes matching APB.
Delta 984 responding.
(siren wailing)
Oh, shit! Fuck!
- Sarge, what's goin' on? Sarge! - Get the fuck in the basement!
We can take 'em. We can take 'em.
MacLellan: How many clips you got?
- This is my last one. - Shit!
Fuck you!
(screaming)
Doing good. You're doing very good.
You Okay?
Fuck! I'm goin' for my machine gun! Stay here.
You cocksuckin' piece of fuckin' shit!
What the fuck?! Sarge, I got a mini-sledge!
Give 'em hell, brother!
Whoa! Miguel! Miguel, it's me, Joey!
Holy shit, dude! Are you all right?
I'm all right. Push onto Laurel.
And cover my ass. I'll get behind you.
- Let's go! - Go slow.
Okay, go, go!
Dzhokhar: It won't light.
- Come on, come on... - Come on, you fucking...
- Tamerlan: Come on, come on! - Fuck!
(panting)
Reynolds: Jesus!Fuck!
(panting)
(Tamerlan speaking Arabic)
Fuck!
Welcome to Watertown, motherfucker!
Fuck you, bitch!
Reynolds: Christ! Miguel, you all right?
Fuck you!
Shit!
- Joey! ' (groaning)
Joey, get the gun! Get the gun!
(screams)
Fuck!Joey!
- (distant gunfire) - (police radio chatter)
Fuck!
(yelling)
Reynolds: Fall back! Fall back! Go, go, go!
Miguel: Come on! Let's get to the car!
Reynolds: Go! Get behind me! Get behind me!
Miguel: Come on, come on!
They got fuckin' bombs, Sarge! They're shooting at us!
Yeah, no shit. I'm gonna flank 'em.
- (sirens wailing in distance) - (explosion)
Miguel: Joey!
We got units comin' in!
This is it, Jahar. This is it.
(Tamerlan speaking Arabic)
(groaning)
- My fucking leg! ' You okay? Are you okay?
You should prepare. Now.
Want some more, motherfuckers? You want some more?
- The fuck? - Jesus!
(sirens wailing)
Officer: Donohue! On my six!
Take the car to New York. You finish it!
We're killing them all. We're killing them all!
Go fuck 'em up.
Officer on radio: Loud explosions! Loud explosions! Loud explosions!
(breathing heavily)
Fuck.
Dookie, go!
(grunts)
(groaning)
Take him out!
(groans)
Officer down! We need an ambulance!
Get an ambulance now!
Put your hands on there! Put your hands on there!
Hold on, Donohue.
Get him out of here! Hang in there! Hang in there!
Get an ambulance! We need help! Officer down!
Go, go, go!
This is Delta 984 in pursuit of a black Mercedes SUV
headin' east on Laurel Street!
Officer: Stop the vehicle! Stop the vehicle!
Tommy: What the...
Fuck!
- Get the fuck on the ground! - What the fuck's the matter with you?
BPD, you fuckin' morons!
We heard black truck! I'm fuckin' sorry! You all right?
- That's him right there! Come on! - All right, let's go! Move out!
77-16 to Control.
Need an ambulance on Laurel Avenue.
Suspect in custody. Shot and run over.
Repeat. Shot and run over.
(both panting)
I gotta fucking quit smoking.
He's gone.
(chattering)
- Nurse: Paddles. - Nurse #2: Charge to 200, please.
- Nurse #3: Nothing. No pulse. - Nurse: Charging to 200.
- All clear. - Tech: Clear.
- Nurse: Anything in response? - Nurse #3". No.
Nurse: Raise the charge to 200.
- Nurse #2: Charging. - Nurse: Clear?
- Tech: Clear. - Nurse #4: Internal paddles.
Doctor: Let's have a direct shock to the heart.
Chest compression, please, while we do this.
I need you to step back right now. This has to happen now.
- Doctor: Get outta here! - Excuse me, step back.
I'm with the FBI. This has to happen right now. Just stand back.
Doctor: Good Lord.
Give me some more sponges. I gotta stop the bleeding in here.
- Nurse #3: He's in. - Nurse: Bag him.
- Doctor: Get the paddles ready. - Nurse #3: Nothing. No pulse.
- Nurse #2: All clear. - Nurse: Clear!
- Nurse: Anything? - Nurse #2: Nothing.
Okay, I'm calling it.
1:35 a.m. Mark it.
Deslauriers: Tamerlan Tsarnaev.
Lived in Cambridge with his wife
Katherine and his younger brother Dzhokhar.
Get HRT, S.O.G., bomb techs over there right now and shut it down.
Give me a hard perimeter. Evacuate a block.
- Make it two blocks. - Got it.
- Bradshaw: We have a problem. - What's up?
- Black Hat, Tamerlan Tsarnaev? - Yes.
- We might have known this guy. - Known him how?
He popped up on a Guardian watch list.
All right, get me the list.
(mouthing)
Right fucking here!
News anchor: During the pursuit, one of the suspects
was critically injured, transported to hospital,
where he was pronounced dead.
Now, here's where we stand.
Extensive manhunt in Watertown...
News anchor #2". Report that an Asian male who came in contact with the suspects
told police that the brothers discussed New York City as their next destination.
You heard? We got positive ID on Black Hat.
Yes, Tsarnaev. We heard. Black Hat.
What about White Hat?
How sure are we that he's still within the perimeter?
It's hard to be sure in the dark like this.
My guys are runnin' on fumes.
- Two sheds. - Colonel: We're tracking reports.
A taxi picked up a guy matching White Hat's description
from Watertown to South Station.
Could be he's on his way to New York.
Okay.
Gov. Patrick". Warn Governor Cuomo and Mayor Bloomberg.
(barking)
As for Boston, I'm calling it.
We're shutting down the city until further notice.
Inform all transit systems and let's get a PBA out immediately.
All civilians are asked to please shelter in place.
Every inch of this city is getting searched.
Davis: You positive you wanna do this, Governor?
That's close to martial law.
Tell your people to be judicious with the door kicking.
We got laws. People still have rights.
Gov. Patrick: This murderer is not causing any more harm to this city.
We're shuttin' it down.
Announcer on P.A.: State Control with an important announcement.
Due to the ongoing manhunt for a person wanted...
Announcer #2: Police in your area are conducting an ongoing manhunt
for a person wanted in connection with Monday's Marathon bombing.
All businesses in these towns remain closed until further notice.
Residents in Watertown, Newton,
Waltham, Belmont, Cambridge are advised...
Announcer: ...are advised to stay indoors.
Residents should remain and not answer the door
unless it is a police officer.
Residents are advised to stay away from windows.
SWAT: Close your windows. Go back inside your houses.
Don't answer the door.
Officer: Boston Police, open the door, please.
(indistinct dialogue)
You got anybody in the house with you?
No, it's okay. It's cool.
You're supposed to be stayin' inside.
So get a little air and then head back, all right?
- Will do. - All right, pal.
- Thanks. - Thank you.
All right, let's move.
Dispatcher". Per FBI command, anyone making contact
with suspect's wife Katherine Russell
is instructed to detain in place and advise.
Do not Mirandize. Do not interview.
- He just said no Miranda. - Yeah, I know.
- I mean, I never hear of that. You? - No. Never.
- Who would call that? - I don't know. AG? CIA?
Fuckin' President. How do I know?
Tech: Basically he's got home videos, boxing, wrestling.
Stuff we see all the time.
And porn. A lot of fucking porn.
This guy watched more porn than Bin Laden.
Okay, Washington is flying up a team to interview the wife.
Let's get her picked up immediately.
Sir, we just got a hit on White Hat's phone.
- Whereabouts? - U Mass Dartmouth.
- Let's get HRT to U Mass Dartmouth. - They're on their way, sir.
Robel: Dickhead.
You're missing class for an ass-whuppin'.
- Wide open, man. - I'm just letting you know.
I don't wanna go to Crystal's stupid party.
- Go, go, go! - Shit!
Get down! Get down! Get down!
Let me see your face! Let me see your face!
Don't move! Don't move! Look at me.
Victor 1-1 to Talk. We do not have White Hat.
(all groan)
Room is clear for EOD and Forensics.
Repeat, we do not have White Hat.
No. Negative. Right.
We're gettin' tips from kids sayin' they buy their pot from White Hat.
Apparently, he's the biggest dealer at U Mass.
Commish, they just called from Black Falcon.
They got the wife.
Lisa: Not what you were expecting, huh, Commish?
Davis: It never is.
Man: S.A.C. DesLauriers?
- I'm looking for S.A.C. DesLauriers. - Rick DesLauriers.
Hi, I'm Mike Thomas. May I have a word with you?
We're gonna handle the interview from here.
- Have any of you spoken to her yet? - Not yet.
- This is everything we have on her. - We're good. We're good.
Thank you, gentlemen. We will take it from here.
Assalam-alaikum.
You disrespect the Prophet?
Walaikum-assalam.
Katherine, are there more bombs?
My name is Veronica.
I was born in a tent with three walls
that said UNICEF on the sides
to a mother who could not write her own name.
You were born in a room full of flowers and balloons.
Your mother is a nurse. She calls you Katie.
- You know nothing about me. - Your best friend, Gina Crawford,
works at a Starbucks in Cambridge
where you tried to convert her to Islam
- between skinny caramel macchiatos. - You know nothing.
Are there more bombs?
More bombers?
You sent Gina a text right after the bombing
that said, "A lot more people are killed
every day in Syria and other places.
Innocent people."
Did you see the footage on television?
We found explosive residue from the bombs in your apartment.
On your kitchen table. In your kitchen sink.
The kitchen where you made breakfast for your daughter.
Are there more bombs?
You met Tamerlan in a bar your sophomore year
- at Suffolk University. - I want a lawyer.
Tell me, Katie,
what are the rewards for the wife of a mujahid?
If one's husband becomes shahid,
what are the gifts bestowed upon his wife?
(scoffs)
Your mind is too small to understand any of this.
- (sternly) Are there more bombs? - I want a lawyer.
- No. - No?
- No, what? - No.
- I have rights. - You ain't got shit, sweetheart.
- Are there more bombs? - Am I under arrest?
- Are there more bombs? - No? Then you can't keep me.
Sit!
Who the fuck are these guys?
Are there more bombs?
You're crazy! You're bat-shit crazy, you know that?
You are out of your mind. Your fucking mind.
Katie...
your husband is gone.
Forever.
Sweetheart, you are now a widow.
And have deserted your daughter,
who will grow up knowing her father was a monster.
Stop. Stop!
He didn't even kiss you before he left...
did he?
Katie, for the sake of your daughter...
are there any more bombs?
(sniffles)
For a Muslim woman,
marriage is a lilting dance of duality...
strength and submission.
Beautiful, selfless,
rapturous love of two masters,
the carnal and the divine.
The life a Muslim woman lives
is a dangerous and difficult one.
If she does not submit to her husband,
there is a spot reserved for her in Hell.
Yes.
My husband kissed me before he left,
and he will kiss me again when I see him in Heaven.
And you can't prove anything.
(speaks Arabic)
Excuse me.
- What do you think? - I think she knew.
But you're never gonna prove it.
If there are more bombs out there, she'll never tell us.
How could a mother do that to her daughter?
Good luck, huh.
(sirens wailing)
Gov. Patrick: Please tell me you have something for us
because we're losing daylight and I have some decisions to make.
She's not talking.
Mr. Governor, we ran a Guardian search.
Black Hat was watchlisted.
He was right there all along, and we missed him.
All these guys. All these leads.
You see a Chechen who's not Al-Qaeda,
- not even Middle Eastern... - Come on, Rick. Fuck that.
We all had access to the same database.
I mean, who was lookin' for some narcissistic little princess?
Some whiny little bitch who threw a tantrum because he lost a fight.
Everybody found out he beat up his girlfriend?
He's no martyr. He's a fucking coward.
We covered Barker Street.
We got Washburn...
You think this shit is preventable?
- "Preventable"? - Yeah.
Seven years ago...
on March 11th...
went to the doctor.
Said we couldn't have any kids.
Carol couldn't have any babies.
Jesus, Tommy. I didn't know that.
I remember after, right after, we went home,
parked the car in the driveway, and you don't make this kinda stuff up,
right there, the Mulaney kids.
Three little girls out there playin' hopscotch.
Little five-year-old girls.
I don't know, we just sat there dead quiet watchin' 'em play.
- It was like we were in a trance. - Jesus.
Sound that Carol made, it wasn't cryin'.
It was deeper.
No, cryin' does not describe that kinda sound.
I looked into her eyes, and it wasn't pain.
More like war.
Like a war between good and evil right there in her eyes.
Like the devil attacked, and God was inside of her fightin' back.
We got your back.
L just held her.
What could I do? You know?
That's all I saw today.
Good versus evil, love versus hate.
The devil hits you like that,
there's only one weapon you have to fight back with.
It's love.
That's the only thing he can't touch.
What are we gonna do? We hunt 'em down.
Catch them, kill them, all that?
Still gonna get us.
No way it can ever be entirely preventable.
(door opens)
(laughing)
Wrap our arms around each other.
Let love power us, feed us.
I don't think there's any way that they could ever win.
I always knew there was a thing of beauty
buried deep in the holy soul of Tommy Saunders.
Four days ago,
you and I stood over the body of a dead kid.
We can't go back to all those families with nothin'.
We owe 'em better.
Bet I'll run the Marathon before you.
It's "befo' you."
Before you.
"Befo' you." The "R" is silent.
- Befo' you. - (laughs)
Man: Honey, I'm gonna have a smoke.
- Just gonna be right here, okay? - No, no, come on.
Come on, get your foot in. Get your foot in.
The roller's outta the hull.
- It's okay. - Came loose from the cover.
- It's gonna ruin the hull. - Come on.
It'll just take me one second, okay?
- I'm just gonna run out and fix it. - They'll shoot you!
You're not allowed to be out there!
Lisa: Sir! I just got a call.
Someone thinks they saw someone suspicious hide in a boat down the street.
- In a boat? - A boat.
Billy: Hey, Tommy!
- What you got? What's up? - (whispers) He's in the boat.
- What? - He's in the boat.
There's someone in my boat.
There's someone in your boat? Where's the boat?
My boat's right around back.
It's got little rollers that go underneath the cover,
- and the rollers came off. - Go ahead, call it in.
Billy: This is Yankee T-3.
We have a possible individual in a boat at 67 Franklin.
- Hey, you got a basement? - Yes.
Go in the house, get your family in the basement, do not move.
Billy: Easy, Tommy. Easy.
- (mouthing) . (mouthing)
- (siren wailing) - Fuck! Fuck!
- Jesus. - What do you got?
- Shut them the fuck up! - What the fuck?
(whispering) It's him. He's in there. He's in the fuckin' boat.
It could be rigged to fuckin' blow! Let's go!
- We're gonna get him! - Guys, guys, get back.
- Get back in your vehicles. - Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Secure the street! Clear these fuckin' houses!
This is Yankee T-3.
We need an EOD and a tac team at 67 Franklin.
We got a possible suspect in the backyard in a boat.
He may have a bomb.
Tommy: Stand down and let the tactical unit do their job.
Hey! Hey! You gettin' me? What frequency are you on?
- Nah, I don't hear ya. - Tommy: What?
The whole state's fuckin' here, Tommy.
And everyone's on a different frequency.
Guys, radio discipline, please!
Stay off the air. Hold back, please.
(man speaking indistinctly over radio)
(rustling)
- He's moving! - SWAT: Movement!
Billy: Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!
Jesus Christ!
Guys, lower your weapons. Everyone.
Shit.
I'll tell ya, that boat ain't gonna float.
News anchor: If you're just tuning in right now,
there has been what appears to be
a major development in what has been a 19-hour search
for a 19-year-old bombing suspect
for the Marathon bombing.
And it has turned into just absolute mayhem.
(sighs) It's time to end this.
All state and local units stand down immediately.
FBI Hostage Rescue will be taking over.
FBI operative: All right, let's get strikin'.
The Virginian: Victor 1-1, Victor 2-4,
let's move everybody into position.
We're clear out here.
(helicopter hovering)
- Who the fuck are you? - Ma'am, we're with the FBI.
You can go ahead and step down now. We got this.
The FBI? Boston FBI?
No, ma'am. We're from Quantico.
Well, I'm from Framingham, Massachusetts,
and this is my spot, and I ain't fuckin' leaving.
Glad to have you with us, ma'am.
Victor 4-4, Victor 1-1, I got the boat.
We have the boat.
Baseline green. We got the boat.
The Virginian: Victor 1-1, Victor 2-8,
run a few rounds of 40 Mike bang in there,
try to shake this fellow up a little bit.
Excuse me, ma'am. This is about to get pretty loud.
I don't give a fuck!
(dog barking)
Negotiator: Come on out!
Come on, Dzhokhar! Let's go!
Man: Okay, we have movement. We have movement.
Arm's moving.
Officer: Victor 3-6. One in custody.
- Yeah! - (all cheering)
News anchor: Police took 19-year-old Dzhokhar Tsarnaev into custody.
News anchor #2: Dangerous, as we saw. They got him alive.
There is a great sense of relief.
(news anchors speaking in other languages)
News anchor: This is something.
A crowd celebrating the news of
the arrest of suspect number two
in the Boston Marathon bombing.
(crowd chanting) Let's go, Boston!
We have to thank, definitely, the public for the tips
and the help and the information that we've gotten from them...
Thank you. You're the best to ever wear that uniform.
(cheering)
David Ortiz: All right, Boston!
This jersey that we wear today,
it doesn't say "Red Sox."
- It say "Boston. " - (cheering)
We wanna thank you, Mayor Menino...
Governor Patrick...
the whole police department...
for the great job that they did this past week.
This is our fuckin' city.
And nobody gonna dictate our freedom.
Stay strong!
Patrick: Two people took many days and weeks to plan out hate.
But love responded in an instant.
The bombs went off and wreaked incredible havoc,
death, and destruction.
But in that immediate instant afterward,
people ran toward us.
I first heard the term "Boston Strong"
about two days into the investigation.
And for me, it was emblematic of
how tough the city and its residents can be.
Jeff Pugliese: I'm a true patriot. I really do believe in America.
And I think Boston Strong, it just shows that
we're gonna stand up and defend ourselves.
We're not gonna take it and be beaten down.
We're not gonna bother you,
but don't come at us because we're gonna come back at ya.
When's the last time you saw crowds of people
cheering the police on like that?
That brought tears to my eyes. It really did.
When we captured him, it was the best feeling in the world.
As a police officer, I don't ever remember having a better feeling.
It's almost like we just won the war.
In the weeks after the bombings,
when I had the opportunity to visit many of the most
severely injured Boston Marathon bombing survivors,
I was absolutely amazed by the strength and resiliency
of the human spirit exhibited in these individuals.
It was absolutely amazing.
Gov. Patrick: I think that day on Boylston Street,
the bombers took lives and limbs...
they took some of our sense of security,
but they took a lot less than they intended.
And they gave us back some things they didn't intend us.
They gave us a stronger sense of community, of common cause.
And I think we've seen that in other examples around the world.
Patrick: When we see the news that another attack has happened,
in Brussels, Islamabad, Nice,
Orlando, San Bernardino, Paris...
I think it's important we think about these people around the world
not as victims of violence, but ambassadors for peace.
(Meng speaking)
You know, I have a tremendous amount of optimism
and hope for the future.
Going forward with Leo,
I hope that he views the world with open eyes,
lots of questions, and a sense of humor.
This has been the absolute worst and lowest time in our lives,
as well as the best.
As bizarre as that is to say,
and not that I don't miss my legs,
I miss them every day,
but after being the recipients
of such incredible care and kindness,
the very least I can do is get out of bed and try again.
And try to make this world a little bit better for somebody else.
Patrick: About two years after the bombing,
I got a running leg and started to practice with it.
But I still didn't know I could get to the finish line
until we took the turn onto Boylston.
That was the hardest stretch of the race
because it was running past the spot
where a bomb had gone off and changed our lives,
took the lives of three others.
(announcements over P.A.)
(cheering)
Race announcer: And here comes Patrick Downes.
Patrick Downes, who lost a leg in 2013,
met by his wife, Jessica Kensky.
There are great moments. There are inspiring moments.
There are moments to savor and treasure.
(music playing)
♪ All of my dreams seem to fall by the side ♪
♪ Like a discarded thought or the day's fading light ♪
♪ But I know that if I could just see you tonight ♪
♪ Forever ♪
♪ At times we may fall, like we all tend to do ♪
♪ But I'll reach out and find that I've run into you ♪
♪ Your strength is the power that carried me through ♪
♪ Forever ♪
♪ Your kindness for weakness I never mistook ♪
♪ I worried you often, yet you understood ♪
♪ This life is so fleeting, these troubles won't last ♪
♪ Forever ♪
♪ Inspired me truly, you did from the start ♪
♪ To not be afraid and to follow my heart ♪
♪ There's a piece of you with me they can't tear apart ♪
♪ Forever ♪
♪ At times we may fall ♪
♪ Like we all tend to do ♪
♪ Your strength is the power ♪
♪ That carried me through ♪
♪ Forever ♪
♪ Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be ♪
♪ Forever your power and strength stays with me ♪
♪ Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be ♪
♪ Forever your power and strength stays with me ♪
♪ Forever ♪
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