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Where are you sneaking off to?
Hmm,well,I work at this place.
It's called the FBI.
I'm a special agent.
And your name is Elena Delgado?
That would have been bad.
What is this?
It's a present.
For me?
No,no,no.
It's for my other girlfriend.
This is beautiful.
I know.
I have great taste.
What's it for?
You don't know?
Tell me.
I'm not telling you.
You know what? I can make you talk.
I've done it plenty of times before.
Come here.
Dime,dime,dime,dime.
For the record,moaning
doesn't constitute talking.
I got to go to work.
America needs me.
No,I need you.
Come here.
Come on.
Stay with me.
Hey,what do you want me
to do,drive over them?
Chris.
Vince,hey.
What's up,man?
How long has it been,senior year?
I think so.
How you been?
Can't complain.
How about you?
I'm doing okay.
Hey,we're heading out
there to shoot some hoops.
We can use somebody who
could hit from the outside.
You want to run?
I'd love to,but,uh,the legs don't work.
Oh,I know,man.
It's,like,what happened to my vertical?
But don't sweat it.
It's a friendly game.
No,seriously.
They don't work at all.
Man,I'm sorry.
What happened?
Life.
Go ahead,Chris.
All right.
Take it easy.
***
Our missing person is Chris
Howe,26,T-4 paraplegic.
Got hit by a truck two years ago.
His brother said that he left home this
morning in his van and never came back.
Only this morning? Isn't
that a bit premature?
Could just be out running errands.
That would be difficult.
NYPD just pulled this out
of a Dumpster in Queens.
The serial number on it
matches Chris's wheelchair.
Well,he's not getting far without that.
You know,if his van's missing,we
could be looking at a carjacking.
There could be a better reason.
He was suing the company of the
truck that hit him for $5 million.
Well,that's five million better reasons.
They found his wheelchair in Queens?
Yeah.
Um,any idea why
he'd be in that area?
No.
I don't know what
he'd be doing there.
Spends most of his time
in his room on his laptop.
I'm gonna need to look at that
laptop,see what he has on it.
What can you tell us about the accident?
Well,he was training
for the Police Academy.
Did that ride every
night without a problem.
Truck driver said he
couldn't stop in time.
How could he?
The company hadn't serviced
those brakes in two years.
Had,uhHad Chris ever made
contact with the truck driver?
His lawyer said not to,but
he never blamed the driver.
He was suing the trucking
company for negligence.
And their insurance people have been doing
everything they can to get Chris to drop the suit.
Like what?
They had someone-- we think it was a
private eye-- following Chris around.
Everywhere he went--
this guy was there.
So,this time,he follows me all
the way into the market,right?
Like he's gonna catch me standing up
reaching for some boxes of oatmeal.
You sure it was the same guy?
Well,unless they shaved a monkey and
taught him how to drive,it was the same guy.
It has been two years.
Do they really think
I'm faking this,hmm?
Do they really think I'd sit in this
chair for two years for some money?
What did your lawyer say?
Insurance companies use these guys to
harass people into dropping their lawsuits.
Okay.
You know what we're going to do?
Put this on.
Put the hood up,get in the chair,and
then wheel out into the driveway,
and the moment you see
Monkeyboy looking at you,
you jump out of the chair
and then rush into the house.
No,no,no.
Cartwheel into the house.
Look,you can't let them get to you.
I can't help it.
I'm just so tired of all of this.
Hey,come on,man.
The only way to win is
to outlast the ***.
Why won't they do the
right thing and pay me?
Then last week,Chris comes out of
Kings Plaza,and his tires are slashed.
Any idea why the escalation?
Oh,we think it was because a trial
date had just been set for the lawsuit.
All right,can you describe
the man who was in the car?
No,it had tinted
windows,so I never saw him.
But I took down the
license plate number.
That's great.
So,the insurance company officially denies
hiring anyone to harass or intimidate Chris.
Well,of course,you have to believe them.
They're the insurance company.
Yeah,right.
Hopefully,you're doing better.
Well,I can see why
they'd go after this guy.
Jury would love him.
He's an athlete; he's a week away from
joining the Police Academy; he's a slam-dunk.
Okay,listen to this.
Tech says the hard drive on Chris's
computer had been wiped clean,
and they can't figure out who did it.
Any idea what was on it?
Yeah,all of the files
from Chris's lawsuit.
All right,so,the car that was following Chris
is owned by the Platinum Leasing Company.
And they'll be happy to tell us who leased
the car as soon as we give them a subpoena.
Want me to start the paperwork?
No,I got it.
That's pretty.
What,this?
Oh,thank you.
I justI thought I'd treat myself.
Why not,right?
According to Chris's credit card
records,he was a regular here.
Was he a big drinker?
Not really.
Chris would come in,he would
pay me a couple extra bucks.
I would take his chair,put it
in the back where nobody knew.
Then he would sit by the
bar and flirt with the girls.
Flirt with girls.
He'd pick up girls? I
mean,how did that work?
It wasn't about hooking up for Chris.
It was about being treated like a man.
He hated sympathy.
Now,he was involved
in a massive lawsuit.
Did you ever see anyone
giving him a hard time?
There was this guy.
I assumed that Chris flirted
with the wrong girl that day.
This one's on me.
You must be a regular.
Is that code for alcoholic?
No.
I like neighborhood bars.
They're full of interesting
characters and tragic tales.
Excuse me,sweetie.
What are you drinking?
Looks better than my beer.
Come on.
Ask me a question.
So,um,why did you move east?
Work,but I love the seasons.
Oh,me,too.
There's nothing better than
watching the leaves change.
You and me should take a
ride up and check them out.
Hey,why don't you go be mentally
challenged someplace else?
Why don't you make me,princess?
Come on,man.
Get up!
Hey,stop!
Then why don't you get up?
Something wrong with your legs?
Hey!
He can't walk,jerk.
Never saw the guy before.
By the time the cops
showed up,he was long gone.
Excuse me.
I'll be right back.
So this guy goes to the only
person in the bar who can't walk
and asks him if there's
something wrong with his legs.
Then assaults him.
Sounds like Chris wasn't getting the
message,so they turned up the volume.
All right,how about you explain why a car
leased to you was following this guy around?
Never saw him before.
Oh,I'm sorry.
I must have missed the part
where he actually looks at the picture.
I have exceptional peripheral vision.
I'm sure that comes in very
handy in your line of work.
Private investigation
does have its challenges.
What,like leg-breaking for
the insurance companies?
Harassing this guy
wasn't getting anywhere,
so,um,you hired Mr.
No-Neck
here to kick his ***.
Let me tell you something: we're
going to pick up this gorilla,
and when we do,he's
going to rat you out.
Can I ask you a question?
Do you get a discount for
killing a guy in a wheelchair?
That's insulting.
No,you know what's insulting?
What's insulting is that you think
that we're as stupid as you are.
We can link you to that car.
And I can have your license yanked.
If I were to send somebody to talk to
this kid,it would have been superfluous.
That is a very big
word for a guy like you.
What I'm saying is,if this kid is
in trouble,he brought it on himself.
He was into some sick stuff.
Get off my property!
I was going to be polite and
introduce myself,but whatever.
I'm here to tell you it'd be in your
best interest to drop the lawsuit.
Yeah? Do me a favor.
Lift me up so you can kiss my ***.
I have to hand it to you.
Getting this stuff off
your computer was tough.
But like my guy says,where
there's Wi-Fi,there's a way.
You hacked my computer?
Something called an ARP
request reinjection attack.
Cost a bundle,but it was worth it.
You're a sick puppy.
Drop the suit and nobody
else has to know how sick.
You're wasting your time.
What's wrong with you?
You want your family to
know what you really are?
You want to know what I really am,huh?
I'm the guy who's going to spend
the rest of his life in this,okay?
So the next time you want to give me
something,you better give me a check.
So what was in the envelope?
Stuff I got off his computer.
Pictures.
Online sex chats with a teenage girl.
It made me nauseous.
Wow,well,you're nothing
if not sensitive.
We're going to need those files.
That material's privileged.
I'll have to talk to my clients first.
Sit down.
I'll tell you what your lawyer
can bring those files in for us.
Now why would I need a lawyer?
Because you just admitted
to extortion,genius.
I would have thought with your
extraordinary peripheral vision,
you would have seen that one coming.
Yeah,but there's nothing in Chris's profile that would
lead you to believe he'd be into this kind of crap.
I don't get it.
Here's what I think.
After the accident,he's
spending a lot of time online.
Now he's stuck in that wheelchair,but nobody
else could see him,so he can be whoever he wants.
right
Now he starts to chat
with this girl,KitKat
Yeah,who's 14.
Yeah,but I don't think
he knew that at first.
So they're chatting; they
have this relationship,
and,well,you know,things go too far.
That's an understatement.
Did you look at the transcripts
from their chat? It was creepy.
I never said he doesn't have issues.
What about the driver,Ray Bennett?
He hasn't been able to keep a steady job
ever since he got fired for hitting Chris.
Does he have an alibi?
He says he was at work.
His boss confirms it.
Okay.
Take a look at these.
Once Lucy knew what she was looking for,
she was able to recover
chats from Chris's hard drive,
all of them to the same girl,"KitKat14.
"
Do we have any idea who she is?
No.
But in one of the chats she gave Chris a local
address where they're supposed to meet today.
I'll take the back.
Okay.
KitKat?
Hi.
Uh,I thought you were
coming in after work.
Come on in.
Did you ve any trouble
finding the place?
No.
Why don't you have a seat.
I'm going to get changed.
Okay.
Hey,KitKat.
FBI.
Anton,the feds are here!
What do you want?
Uh,KitKat,would you mind letting
Agent Johnson in the back door?
Chris wasn't a ***.
He worked for Twisted
Vengeance trying to catch them.
And what exactly is Twisted Vengeance?
An organization I created three years
ago to go after online predators.
And what did Chris do for you?
Well,we hang out in chat
rooms,posing as teenage girls,
and we wait to be contacted by sex
offenders looking for underage victims.
So,all that data we collected from Chris's
computer,that was him pretending to be KitKat14?
Yes.
Yeah,he's one of my best operatives.
And,uh,how did he come to work for you?
Well,he saw our web site
online,gave me a call.
He said if he couldn't be a cop,he could
still put some of these guys in prison.
Do you need some help with that?
No,no,no,you talking
to me is plenty help.
So,let me get this straight.
When one of these perverts would contact you to have
sex with an underage girl,you would set up a sting?
Yeah.
Yeah,Chris videotaped while
Lisa or KitKat posed as a teenager;
then I told the scumbags we'd be posting all
the information online,ruining their lives.
Was there any police involvement?
We send local law enforcement all of the
information when the sting is finished.
Well,it's a good thing that
you have all these cameras.
Because you're going to
need the footage as evidence
when one of those perverts
comes in here and kills you.
Okay,if you guys did your
job,we wouldn't have to.
Look,without people like me,these
animals would be everywhere.
You know,I'm,uh,really sorry.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
Um,what I meant to say was
that a plan this stupid
must have gone wrong once or twice.
When was the last time?
We handled everything that came our way.
But a couple of days ago things
did get a little out of hand.
I poured you some lemonade.
Um,have a seat.
I'm just going to get
out of these clothes.
What's going on,Barry?
Uh,I think I'm in the wrong house.
Really? Um,aren't you
here to see KitKat?
You're a little bit early.
But then you probably couldn't
wait to violate a child.
Just pretend I'm not here.
Hey
Look,this was a mistake.
It doesn't sound like a mistake.
I mean,when she asks if
you care she's a ***,
you write: "Once I do you,you'll
be begging for it like a dog.
"
Hey,don't put this all on me.
It sounded like she was into it,too!
Barry,I'm going to make sure everybody you've
ever met reads these chats and sees that video.
Okay,your life is over,Barry.
How does that feel?
Give me the camera.
Come and get it.
I don't want to hurt
you,but I will if I have to.
I was thinking the same thing.
Then the guy just took off.
Well,did Chris say why
he was carrying a gun?
Mmm,he got beaten up
by some guy in a bar.
And he said he never wanted
to feel that powerless again.
Well,we're going to need to see
all of the video from that day.
I can't.
Um,the day after Chris pulled
the gun,somebody broke in.
I told Anton we needed
locks on these windows.
And the tape with
yesterday's stings is gone.
Damn it!
This is getting out of hand.
Yeah,well,don't worry,'cause I'm
gonna take care of these guys.
No,this is not what
I signed up for,okay?
That gun business really
freaked me out,Chris.
It's all getting way too intense: the
chats,what those sickos write back to me.
It's like I'm getting infected by it.
Well,then maybe it's
time for you to stop,okay?
And what about you?
You should get out before it
totally pollutes your soul.
Yeah,well
If you're gonna pull that "I'm broken"
stuff on me again,I don't want to hear it.
I belong here.
Why?
What did you do to deserve this?
I got to go.
Well,Chris was sure that Barry stole the
tapes because he was the last person here.
And he said he was
going to make him pay.
Well,did you get a look at
Barry's car or his license plate?
No,but he had to have been a local
because it only took him half an hour
to get here after I talked to him.
Well,did Chris know where Barry lives?
He and Anton had a lot of
information on these guys.
And if he didn't know,he
could figure it out.
For me?
No,for my other boyfriend.
Am I cuter than your other boyfriend?
Yeah,come on.
Open it.
Did you just get me this because
I got you something this morning?
Of course not.
To
celebrate our special day.
Yeah?
Yeah.
What's our special day?
Okay,if you know what it
is,why do I have to tell you?
Because you don't know what it
is.
That's why I have to tell you.
- I do.
- No,you don't.
YesI have to get back to work.
Here's your coffee.
Be careful.
It's really hot.
Thanks.
Still no hits on Barry?
There's a lot of sex
offenders in that area.
There's a lot of them everywhere.
I know.
Makes you want
to lock your kids up.
Or take a more proactive
approach,like this guy Chris.
Yeah,but it's not the best approach.
I mean,the gun gave him
a false sense of security.
The guy was taken by surprise.
If Chris goes after him
again,odds are he'll be ready.
Barry,meet Harry.
Hey,He's in 109.
Wait,Barry's Harry?
Yes,he is.
Obviously,this guy
didn't take Aliases 101.
Eh,we're not dealing with the
sharpest *** in the drawer.
It's been a month since he was released
from Elmira for molesting his stepdaughter.
A whole month.
That's what I call rehabilitation.
It's stuck.
You want to give it a go?
I think it's your turn.
No,you get this one.
No,you got honors.
I'm wearing new shoes,man.
Justcome on.
New shoes.
FBI!
We got a shot to the head.
Well,you don't need
legs to pull a trigger.
We need to canvass the neighborhood.
Our guy was either in a wheelchair
or driving a handicap-equipped van.
Somebody had to notice him.
All right,thanks.
Okay,the,uh,shell casing is from a .
380,the
same caliber of gun that Chris registered.
I'm gonna have ERT run the prints
off these root beer bottles.
They were half full,which makes
me think this guy was not alone.
you know,I'm not so sure that the second
set of prints are gonna come back to Chris.
Why would he hang out and have
a root beer with this scumbag?
Well,whenever I shoot a perv,I always
invite him over for pizza first.
I thought you might
like a root beer,Wallace.
You know what I find
strange,Agent Delgado?
What's that,Agent Malone?
I find it strange that Wallace
has been in our care for what,
uh,20 minutes now,and not
once has he asked us why.
Why have you
It's not gonna be believable now.
We found your prints at the scene of the
homicide of one of your known associates.
You remember Harry,right?
You were cellmates in Elmira.
I didn't kill Harry.
Oh,I never said you did.
Did you kill Chris
after he killed Harry?
Chris who?
This is Chris,okay?
I would never hurt a
guy in a wheelchair.
Who said anything about a wheelchair?
Not me.
Not me.
You know,it's a very special
talent that you have,Wallace,
to be able to identify someone who is in a
wheelchair just from looking at a photo of their head.
We can prove you were associating
with a known sex offender,
um,which is a clear
violation of your parole.
Which means you're gonna go
back to prison for five years.
If I cooperate,can we be
flexible about talking to my PO?
Okay,why don't you start cooperating,and
we'll think about how flexible we can be.
I called Harry yesterday.
He sounded really jumpy on the
phone,so I went by to see what was up.
You shouldn't have come here.
The cops could be on their way.
If they knew who you were,they'd
already be here by now.
I can't believe I walked into a sting.
Maybe it's just your PO.
Bullets go through doors,Harry.
Back up.
How did you find me?
I followed the slime trail.
Give me the tape you stole.
I don't have it.
Give me the tape!
Pleaseplease don't
give this to the cops.
I can't go back to prison.
Shut up and get on your knees.
I swear to God.
I won't do anything like this again.
The chats were a slip.
I got depressed,and I started drinking.
No,no,don't stop talking.
You were in the middle of your excuse.
I'm just trying to explain.
Yeah,that it's not your fault,right?
You're not some monster who destroys
people's lives; you're a victim.
Yeah.
And sexually assaulting your ten-year-old
stepdaughter,that wasn't your fault,either,was it?
No,she was flirting with you,wasn't she?
That's what you said in court,right?
Right?!
It just happened.
It happened,Harry,because
you made it happen!
The damage you did you did to yourself,
so the next time you want to punish someone
for your wasted life,you look in the mirror!
I'm sorry.
Oh,God.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I can't go back to prison!
I hid in the closet until I
was sure that the guy was gone.
That was mighty,mighty
courageous of you.
Well,that's all I got.
So what do you think?
I think,Wallace,that you need
to find another line of work.
You're just way too
stupid to be a criminal.
Yes,thank you very much.
Okay,the ME confirms a suicide.
There was gunshot residue on the
hands and at the point of impact.
The question is: where do you go
after you see a guy kill himself?
I'd go to a shrink.
Delgado.
You know,Viv,I was thinking,
if there's other pedophiles on that tape that
Chris took,he could just be going down the list.
Only,after this,I think he's probably taking
a long,hard look at what he's been doing.
Okay,thank you.
Okay,so we canvassed the
pay phones near the motel.
Chris used a phone card to make
a call the night of the suicide.
Why didn't you tell us
that Chris called here?
It didn't seem important.
Excuse me,Gary.
Your brother telling you he just
witnessed a suicide didn't seem important?
What suicide?
Was Chris afraid that he was
gonna get blamed for ***?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't know where Chris is,and he
didn't say anything about somebody dying.
He just wasreally upset.
Said he had to talk to me.
What happened?
I'm dropping the lawsuit.
What?No,come on.
We're so close.
Don't let these guys scare you off.
That's not why I'm doing it.
Then,why?
Because the accident was my fault.
- What?
- The driver couldn't stop because he never saw me coming.
I don't understand.
Remember what I was like back then,huh?
Thought I was Superman.
Thought I could do anything.
Well,I was flying down that street
when all of a sudden my light went out.
I should have stopped,but I didn't.
Then,three days later I wake up in
the hospital,and they're telling me,
"You're never gonna walk again.
"
But don't worry.
It's not your fault.
There's nothing you could have done.
And I let myself believe that
because I couldn't face the truth.
He still hit you.
It was my fault.
Okay?
And all that anger that I had at myself,I
was taking that out on other people.
The harder I was pushing it
away,the harder it was coming back.
I can't make people pay
for what I've done anymore.
You don't have to drop the lawsuit.
Insurance companies have deep pockets.
Look,I know you need the money,
and I swear to God,I will
figure out a way to pay you back.
But this lie has done too much damage.
It's time I try to fix it.
I asked him to sleep on
it,and he said he would.
The next morning,when I went
to check on him,he was gone.
Chris dropping the lawsuit
would cost you a lot of money.
Things are tight,yeah.
I'd say more than tight.
Gary,we know you had to take
a second mortgage on this place
to help pay for things like
Chris's van and everything else.
A lot of people would be really
angry if they were put in that debt.
What are you saying?
That I did something to my brother?
No,we're saying being
handicapped is expensive.
I would never hurt Chris.
I was afraid the insurance
company might hear about it,
and I kept hoping he'd change his mind.
So,you're right.
It was all about the stupid money.
None of the principals from either side
of the lawsuit ever heard from Chris.
Well,maybe he was abducted before
he had a chance to get around to it.
Maybe.
When he told his brother
he had done too much damage,
what do you think he was talking about?
I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that he
wasn't going around apologizing to pedophiles.
Hey,guys,the,uh,wheelchair lift from
the van just turned up at a chop shop.
Take a look at the guy who was trying to sell
it: Ray Bennett,the truck driver that hit Chris.
Okay,but we confirmed he was
working when Chris went missing.
Chris could have gone to him.
There's a lot of places in a salvage
yard where you can bury a body.
And Bennett had plenty of
motive to go after our guy.
Within a year of the accident,he declared
bankruptcy and went through a divorce.
Well,if Chris wanted to make amends,that
would be a good place to start.
He probably should have sent a card.
Ray,that is Chris's van.
Man,I ain't got nothing
to say to you,man.
Okay,so his van and his gun just
walked onto this yard all by themselves.
Is that what happened,Ray?
I never wanted to have
anything to do with this kid.
He's caused me enough
problems in my life already.
Tell me what happened.
Look,I never touched the kid.
Well,if you didn't touch him,then you shouldn't
have a problem talking to me about him,right?
Talk,Ray.
Look,my entire last year
has been a total nightmare,
and then this kid
shows up out of nowhere.
Ray!
It's Chris.
I know who you are.
I just want to talk for a minute.
The lawyers said don't
say nothing to you,man.
I came here to apologize.
For what?
For not having the guts
to tell you the truth.
The accident wasn't your fault,Ray.
Thenwhose fault was it?
It was mine.
My light was dead.
There was no way you were
going to see me coming.
Sowhat the hell do you want?
Nothing.
I just
I wanted to come here
to say I was sorry.
Sorry?!
Man,because of you,I lost my job.
Nobody would give me no insurance!
Nobody would hire me to drive!
They threw me and my
children out of our home.
Ray,if I could take it back,I would.
You can't take it back,man.
Do you have any idea what it
feels like knowing it's your fault
that somebody won't be
able to walk ever again?
Yeah,I do.
I know it's not enough.
Okay,so,so he just came
here and gave you his van?
See,I knew you wasn't
going to believe me.
That's why I didn't tell you I saw him.
Le-Let's assume that I believe you.
Okay,where did he go
after he gave you the van?
He went across the street for
a while,and some guy drove up
the kid got in the car and they left.
Okay,what did the driver look like?
Dark hair.
Blue jacket.
And how about the car?
Uhone of those late-model Sables.
It was silver.
Silver Sable.
I believe you,Ray.
Any luck finding that car?
I just started,but the salvage
yard was in the middle of nowhere,
so I'm thinking that Chris
must know whoever picked him up.
It wasn't the brother.
Try Bill Kowalski.
Who's Bill Kowalski?
That's Anton Baker.
He changed his name after
he set up Twisted Vengeance.
Maybe he didn't change the
registration on his car.
Here we go.
FBI.
FBI.
Yeah.
Chris?
Yeah.
Anybody else down here with you?
No.
We got two down.
Get the paramedics.
Chris,don't move.
I'll be
with you in a second,okay?
He's dead,isn't he?
Hold on a second; let
me give you a hand.
Here.
I got you.
There you go.
You okay?
He just wouldn't stop.
After the guy shot himself,did,did
anybody see you leave the room?
No.
And you didn't tell your brother?
No.
Okay,what about the driver?
I told you I didn't tell anyone.
Anton,I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
You're going to be fine,okay?
You just need to take a couple of days.
Listen to me.
I wiped my hard drive clean.
All my files are gone.
I am telling you I
can't do this anymore.
Hey.
We have to go to the police.
What are you talking about?
I have to tell them what happened.
No,you can't.
Okay?They've been waiting
for an excuse to shut us down.
This is all they'll need.
And I will tell them you
had nothing to do with it.
All of this because one
scumbag shot himself?
If this were me,I'd be celebrating.
I'd take a picture and put
it on my Christmas cards.
You do this to punish the
guys for what they've done.
I was doing it to punish
them for what I did.
That's over.
You're not thinking clearly.
Let go of me.
When we catch one of these guys,how
many kids do you think we save?
Anton,I'm going.
- Five,ten,20?
- Let go!
If they shut us down,who's going
to be there to protect them?
I'm telling you to let go!
- They need someone to protect them.
- I'm going!
Okay,no,no,no.
Off,stop!
When I woke up,he had
me wrapped in plastic.
I guess Anton thought he killed me.
Yeah,that's probably why
he ditched your chair.
I think he came back
to get rid of the body.
No.
No,come on.
Come on.
Please.
Come on.
No.
Chris,I can't.
They're looking for you.
He said that now it was kidnapping
and that he wasn't going to go to
prison where he put all those other guys.
Please,I swear to God I
won't tell anybody,I swear.
He just wouldn't stop.
And the thing is I just
wanted to start over.
He wouldn't let me do it.
And for the life of me,I
don't understand why.
Listen.
Anton's real name is Bill Kowalski.
He was sexually assaulted when he
was 12 during a home invasion robbery,
and they never caught the abuser,so he
decided to make the rest of them pay.
And I was going to stop
him from doing that.
In his mind,yeah.
This one's dead,and we need to
get him to the hospital right away.
Okay.
What's the big emergency?
Here.
What,you,you don't like it?
No,I-I love it.
It's beautiful,but you gave that to me
to celebrate a special day that we shared,
and I-I,I've been thinking all day.
I,I have no idea what
you're talking about.
I don't deserve it.
You deserve it.
You really don't know?
No.
Okay,one year ago today,me,you,and
Sophie went to Central Park.
Sophie was riding the carousel; we were sitting
on this little bench; and I said,"Elena"
Oh,my God,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah.
Oh,my God,yeah.
You said to me,"Elena,I
love you," and it was the first time.
Elena,I still love you.
We're not supposed to do this.
We're at work.
I know we're at work.
I don't care anymore.
Okay,then,I don't care either.
Umam I interrupting something?
Yes.
Right.
Please,uh,continue.