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!
Okay, live in three...
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.
- Oh, sorry. - NYPD.
NYPD's over there.
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 okay?
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.
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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?
TakeOver! Wall Street!
As a matter of fact, I did.
TakeOver! Wall Street! TakeOver! Wall Street!
TakeOver! Wall Street!
We're good to go.
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
with all of these people that saw absolutely nothing.
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!
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!
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.