(over radio): ♪ Forever has now begun... ♪
Damn it.
Yeah, hi.
911?
Uh, my husband seems to be performing
some sort of self- mutilation ceremony.
Yeah, it seems to be inspired
by one of those boy bands.
I don't know, uh, hang on.
She wants to know if you got a good look at 'em.
(laughs)
Well, five white guys
and questionable sexual orientation.
One of them has curly hair and this impossibly high voice.
(laughs)
Right, okay, thank you.
They want you to go down and view a lineup
later on tonight.
(laughing): Move over.
Tonight's no good.
Why?
You have yoga tonight?
I'm going to the opera.
What do you mean you're going to the opera?
I mean I'm going to the opera tonight.
Claire, would you hand me one of those things?
No, who are you going to the opera with?
John from the Robbery Squad.
John from the Robbery Squad?
You're going to the opera with John from the Robbery Squad?
Yeah, that's right, he's an opera buff.
Claire, would you hand me...?
I've been asking you to take me to the opera
for I-I-I don't even know how long,
and now you're telling me that...
Nicely done.
John from the Robbery Squad is going to be very disappointed.
♪ Right where you ♪
♪ Right where you belong ♪
♪ Till the day my life is through... ♪
What would you do without me?
REPORTER (over television): Good morning, everyone.
68 degrees at 7:30 a.m. on this partly cloudy Sunday.
The date is September 11, 2011,
marking the tenth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks.
Flags will fly at half-mast
and a moment of silence will be observed
at 8:46 a.m. as we pay tribute to the victims
and the fallen heroes of that tragic day.
We will never forget.
♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
(indistinct chatter)
Yeah, I need your signature on this, boss.
I told you not to call me that.
(chuckles)
Well, whose signature do I need at the bottom of this report?
Mine.
Then you're the boss.
Mine.
Then you're the boss.
Interim boss.
I'm not gonna call you interim boss.
Well, that's what I am,
at least until Sinclair fills Mac's position.
In fact...
...this will serve as a reminder.
It's been four months.
I mean, how many people is Sinclair going to interview?
Whoa,
I call dibs
on the Reagan photo if he doesn't come pick up
his stuff soon.
(phone rings)
his stuff soon.
(phone rings)
Jo Danville.
DANNY: Hey, Jo, it's Danny.
Sergeant Messer, what's up?
Just wanted to give you a heads-up.
We got a shooting outside Lannigan's Bar over on Ninth.
What do you know?
Vic's name is Sean Peterson.
He's a bouncer.
Took one to the chest, D.O.A.
Come on, get these people back, Mike.
Do me a favor, get back please.
And expand that tape.
Remind me why I wanted this promotion.
(chuckles)
Anybody in custody?
I wish.
Witnesses are saying the perps weren't wearing any gloves,
so you got a lot to dust.
Is Flack there?
Yep, he's questioning the owner right now.
All right, thanks.
FLACK: How often you keep the place
open after 4:00 a.m.?
Mr. Lannigan,
I thought this might go without saying,
but I'm more interested
in the body lying in front of your bar
than what was going on inside.
Few times a week.
We, we lock the door, let some of the regulars hang out,
shoot pool, listen to music.
While you're cashing out.
Yeah.
Sean Peterson-- he was watching the door?
Sometimes some friends stop by,
so Sean stays up front, lets 'em in.
I didn't see what happened at the door.
Yo, everybody down, get down!
You know the drill-- cash, wallets, jewelry, get 'em out!
Put your cell phones on the floor!
FLACK: Where was Sean while all this was going on?
I don't know, laying at the door, I guess.
They didn't have to kill him, man.
I mean, they got what they wanted, right?
Oh, God, Sean, your head.
I'm okay, just call 911.
(indistinct chatter, music playing)
(line ringing)
(gunshot)
How much cash did they get?
Maybe $2,500.
Would have been more, but Devon left already
with about $250 in tips.
Bartender?
Where is she?
She left before it happened.
I called her, she's on her way back.
All right, thank you.
(car horn honking)
("Here Comes the Sun" by Nina Simone playing)
♪ Here comes the sun, little darling ♪
♪ Here comes the sun, and I say ♪
♪ It's all right ♪
♪ Here comes the sun, little darling ♪
♪ Here comes the sun, and I say ♪
♪ It's all right ♪
♪ Here comes the sun ♪
♪ Little darling ♪
♪ I say ♪
♪ It's all right ♪
♪ Little darling... ♪
(siren wailing)
I'm such an idiot.
Devon, I need you to calm down for a second,
all right?
Okay.
all right?
Okay.
I left like five minutes before it happened.
I should have said something to Sean.
I should have, I should have walked back
to the bar and said something.
Tell me what you saw.
They were just standing there at the end of the block.
See 'em get out of a car or anything?
No, no, they, they just had
their hands in their sweatshirts,
and I was not about to walk past them,
so I crossed the street,
and all I had to do was go back to the bar and say something.
Can you describe these guys?
White guy and a black guy.
I don't know, s-six feet-- both?
How about what they were wearing?
The black guy
was wearing a red sweatshirt and the other one
was wearing a gray hoodie
with a zipper, and I remember he kept
zipping it up and down like he was nervous or something.
DANNY: Sean has to unlock
the door for people to get in and out, right?
Yeah.
Any reason
you can think of why he would let these guys in?
Sean smoked, so, you know,
he was always going out for smoke breaks.
All right, Devon, thank you.
So her descriptions are dead on.
Sean goes out for a smoke break, perps bum-rush him.
Yeah, but to shoot him outside after the fact?
They should have been long gone, no?
You going to Mac's thing later?
If we can wrap
this up, I'd like to be there for him, yeah.
(car horn honking)
(typing)
What?
Ask me whatever it is you want to ask me.
You lost your wife
on 9/11, right?
Yes, I did.
Did they...?
Was she ever...?
No, no, she was never identified.
Was she the...?
Claire.
Her name is Claire,
and the victims are not just DNA profiles.
They have names.
I'm sorry, I-I didn't,
I didn't mean...
I know
you don't think that.
It's okay.
Is that why you left the police department?
To do DNA research that might help identify her?
No, I'm helping
to develop new techniques in extracting DNA
because 1,121 victims still remain
unidentified.
Those families don't have closure,
and... I know what that feels like.
Why are you here?
If I'm being honest, I'm not sure anymore.
I joined the lab
in January 2010,
and we've identified one victim since then.
One. In a year and a half.
If you saw what that means to that
one victim's family, you'd never question why you do it.
This is Detective Mac Taylor.
The date is September 11, 2001.
The time...
is 9:00 a.m.
(excited chatter)
With me in the room is...
(excited chatter)
With me in the room is...
(siren wailing)
(excited chatter continues)
Don't move.
Stay with him.
TV NEWSWOMAN: The plane appears to have struck the North Tower
somewhere around the 90th floor, maybe.
Smoke is escaping from gaping holes
on both the north and east side, and...
what looks like hundreds of thousands of pieces of paper...
(beeping)
what looks like hundreds of thousands of pieces of paper...
(beeping)
Claire.
I'm okay.
I'm out. I got out.
Where are you?
Uh, I'm... I don't know, Church Street and Murray, I think.
Just head uptown.
Keep going uptown.
CLAIRE: Are you watching?
What are they saying on TV?
They don't know yet.
We don't know anything right now.
Just head up Church Street.
This is crazy, Mac.
There are still so many people inside.
Claire, look, I know you want to help. Listen to me.
Just stay on the phone and get as far away as you can.
(jet engine roaring)
Oh, my God.
(loud crash)
TV NEWSWOMAN: Oh, my God! Another plane
just hit the other tower.
A second airplane just flew
directly into the South Tower.
This is obviously not an accident.
Claire?
Claire!
(sirens wailing)
(imitating Danville): Well, uh, I'm just...
so sorry, sir, you're just not the man
who replaces Mac Taylor at the head of this crime lab.
Yeah, not with that pocket protector
and those silly Pee Wee Herman-looking glasses.
(imitating man): Uh, but, um,
then why did Chief Sinclair
want to interview me and have you
show me around the lab?
(imitating Danville): Well, that's probably because he's just got
to make believe that Mac Taylor's never coming back.
He doesn't even know the difference
between a GCMS
and a scanning electron microscope.
Well, I'll tell you what, sweet thing, okay?
I'm gonna introduce you to a bunch of people
that you're never gonna be supervising...
There's something seriously wrong with you.
(high-pitched gasp) Awkward.
H-How long were you there?
Pretty much the whole time.
Oh, my gosh.
(laughs) I mean, I was just...
Oh.
DANVILLE (sighs): Ah, now that that
dog and pony show's over,
where are we with the evidence?
LINDSAY: Uh, medium-velocity blood spatter on the wall
next to the door was a match to Sean Peterson.
No surprise there.
But the prints that we lifted
from inside the bar were no help.
Ah.
I got a slug from Autopsy to run
Ah.
I got a slug from Autopsy to run
that we extracted from our vic, Sean Peterson.
While I'm doing that, I could use some help with this.
Sid pulled it out of that gash on the victim's forehead.
(computer beeping)
ROSS: Oh! Who's the man?
Me, that's who. What?!
(Lindsay laughs)
Uh...
it's the cell phone the bad guys robbed
from the people inside the bar.
Put your cell phones on the floor!
The ones you said were turned off and untraceable?
They were. But, uh...
when you're the man and you see
that the interim boss is not happy with that answer,
you dig a little deeper
and you find that certain cell phone brands
can be remotely turned on and tracked
with the help of a local carrier.
(beeping)
Whoa.
I have a location. Here we go.
(crackling)
(zap, whoosh)
(beeping)
Down on the floor!
Get down on the floor!
Down on the floor!
Get down on the floor!
Now! Get... Get on the floor! Now!
Get on the ground!
On the ground!
(grunting)
FLACK: You all right, Danny?
You got him, Flack?
Yeah, you all right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Don't move.
Heh.
Technology.
Got to love it.
(siren wailing)
We got the perps, the property,
the bloody clothing and both guns.
Nice work!
They're still processing the hotel room,
but it looks like this one's wrapped up in a bow.
Well, it never hurts to have a confession.
That shouldn't be too difficult.
Those two aren't exactly brain surgeons.
They'll give it up.
Hardest part
might be keeping their names straight.
The white guy's name is Mike Black.
They call him White Mike.
The black guy's name is Mike White.
His street name is Black Mike.
I'll take Black Mike.
Great. I got Mike Black.
The white guy. Don't think about it.
But trust me, it's right.
(door closes)
I can't imagine what that withdrawal thing
feels like.
Kind of like a cop who can't get a donut.
That's good.
I like that.
I can imagine it'd
make you do things
I can imagine it'd
make you do things
you never thought you were capable of.
Things like robbing a bar and murdering an unarmed man.
I-I see what you're trying to do here.
You've come up with this phony murder story,
get me to be, like, "No,
I didn't kill nobody," but then you trick me
into admitting to the robbery.
You watch too much TV, Mike.
We didn't do that.
That wasn't us.
Come on, Mr. White, one of you shot that man
when he followed you out.
If it wasn't you, tell me who it was.
Look-look, ma'am, I don't know who shot that guy,
but it wasn't me or Mike, all right?
He was hurting for some dough,
he asked me to help him pull a job.
Said there'd be lots of cash inside.
How did he know that?
I don't know.
All I know is, the door opened, we pushed in,
then Mike hit the dude upside the head with his pistol.
He's either an amazing liar...
or I'm not as good at this as I think I am.
I don't know, my Mike is singing the exact same song.
Tell me you have something that makes a confession meaningless.
The test fire from the .380 recovered from Mike Black's hotel room...
did not match
the bullet we pulled from Sean Peterson's body.
So much for a slam dunk.
They either ditched
the murder weapon, or there's a third person involved.
FLACK: All the witnesses described
the same two perps.
So then we're looking for a missing gun.
(phone ringing)
(ringing stops)
You better get that.
He's called three times this morning.
Yeah, he's a persistent son of a bitch.
Can I have a coffee?
I was, uh... I was calling to see
if you wanted me to bring the event pass
by your place.
I'd already picked it up.
This your local spot?
When my son Jimmy got on the PD,
he was assigned to this precinct.
The two of us would meet here
every Sunday morning for breakfast.
For the past ten years, uh,
every Sunday I go to Mass and...
then come back here to this counter alone.
I...
...try to remember his voice...
the cop-fireman banter, eh,
the love, respect we had for one another.
Every Sunday that goes by, memory fades a bit.
(sighs)
But...
this is how I want to remember him.
Well, that's why we're doing this project, right, Joe?
Keep those memories alive. And, uh...
while I hate to admit it...
...it's been a real honor
working with you on this project.
I feel like I've found a friend for life.
And who would that be?
I... could never have done my part of this without you, Mac.
The timing of your leaving the department
to get involved in this thing, it was a godsend.
I think that we've really helped
to create something very special.
Well, here's to us.
A grumpy old
fireman with no personality
and a...
charismatic... charming cop
who came together...
to help to build something that will last forever.
Charismatic, my ass.
(cups clack)
(horn honking)
(siren wailing)
(indistinct radio chatter)
I'm here to pick up some passes for the guys at the crime lab.
Oh, yeah, right.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Here you go.
Thanks.
No problem.
(indistinct radio transmission)
(radio chatter grows louder)
(excited shouts)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(car alarms blaring)
(rumbling, crashing)
(panicked shouts)
(rumbling, crashing continue)
(whooshing)
REPORTER (over radio): Ten years ago today, the September 11 attacks happened.
This is a solemn day for all New Yorkers,
in fact, for all Americans, as we pay tribute
to the fallen heroes of that day.
(people chattering urgently)
I don't care how.
I need everyone.
Vacations and regular days off are canceled.
No, cell phones are gonna be hit and miss.
You try them on the landlines,
and if you can't reach them there,
send a car to their house.
This is all hands on deck.
REPORTER: Shortly after that, at 9:03 a.m.,
United Flight 175 struck the South Tower.
And exactly one hour later,
(cell phone ringing)
American Flight 77 struck the Pentagon.
Mom, thank God.
Where are you?
Okay. Listen to me.
I want you to pick up the kids and take them to your house.
Yes, your house.
I'm not gonna be back for a while.
I know the kids will be safer.
I don't know what's going to happen.
All I know is we're being attacked.
Jo.
Oh, hey.
Hey, you okay?
(laughs)
I'm just daydreaming.
Thank you for saving me the trip downtown.
Well, thanks for saving me the trip upstairs.
They'd love to see you.
I'd never get out of there.
I may never get out of here if this case keeps going
the way it is.
When I talked to you earlier,
it sounded like you had it wrapped up.
Well, I thought I did.
It's a slam dunk robbery case.
Now they're denying the homicide,
there is no evidence or witness that links them
directly to the shooting, we have no murder weapon.
What?
Nothing.
I'm just imagining how cluttered
that desk of yours must be now, now that you're the boss.
Oh! Interim boss.
It's your desk.
Although I wish you could've seen their faces
when I moved a few things in there.
It was like I had just taken over Joe DiMaggio's locker.
(both chuckle)
It was.
But we both know I'm just keeping the seat warm for you
until you come back.
I'm not coming back, Jo.
Okay, I'll believe that when your comp time runs out.
When somebody takes those damn boxes away.
Thanks for the coffee.
I'll, uh, see you there.
Okay.
Hey, Jo.
Yeah?
Measure twice, cut once.
I know. I know.
Look at everything again--
every report, every crime scene photo.
Answer's in there somewhere.
("Locked in the Basement" by The Boxer Rebellion playing)
♪ I... ♪
♪ Will lock ♪
♪ You down ♪
♪ I will ♪
♪ Oh, I will ♪
♪ I... ♪
♪ Am on your side ♪
♪ I... ♪
♪ Am on your side ♪
(beeps)
♪ I will ♪
♪ Oh, I will. ♪
DANVILLE: Tell me what you see.
LINDSAY: Medium velocity spatter,
partially smudged.
Skeletonization of the drops.
Similar to what we found in the doorway of the bar.
HAWKES: Those rings are prominent.
I'd say contact was made with the blood
within five to seven minutes after it was deposited.
Ten minutes.
Just about the time the perps left the bar.
One of the sweatshirts
that Danny and Flack found in the hotel
had Sean Peterson's blood on the sleeve.
So, one of them brushed against that wall
as they were walking out of the bar
ten minutes after the blood landed there.
Come on!
Now look at this photo.
Those blood drops were smeared immediately after
I placed them on the wall-- no skeletonization.
Now compare it with the crime scene photo.
Directionality the same-- exiting the bar--
but with no skeletonization.
Someone left that bar
immediately after Sean Peterson was pistol-whipped.
But who?
He would have only opened that door after 4:00 a.m.
for three reasons:
to let someone he knew in, to go out for a smoke...
Or to let someone leave.
Devon Hargrove's lying.
DANVILLE: That ring around the blood spot is called skeletonization.
Why don't they just call it a ring?
Okay, that's it.
Forget it. I give up.
Sorry, it would be much more interesting
if you guys used smaller words.
Are you sure she's coming?
She's not at the house. And the owner says
she's on her way here to help clean the place up.
(indistinct radio transmission)
(sirens wailing)
You need to rest.
Let's sit here.
It's okay.
You'll be okay.
(sobbing)
Hey, buddy, you can't go down there.
It's okay, I'm on the job.
What's your name?
Messer. Danny Messer.
Listen to me, Messer. You don't need to go down...
No, no, I got to get down there and help!
Listen to me, Messer.
No, no, I got to get down there and help!
Listen to me, Messer.
They're all gone!
I want to go help these people!
They're all gone.
She's hurt pretty bad.
I could use a hand getting her back to a medic.
(sobbing)
DANNY: Bingo.
It's game time. There she is.
Guess my work here is done.
Good luck. I'll see you guys later.
Don't be late. The lab, 5:45.
You belong out there today.
Won't be the same, me standing up there without you.
I didn't get involved for myself.
I got involved for those families.
Giving them that gift, that's all I need.
I know that.
I don't think I've met a more selfless man.
But at some point, you're gonna have to find
a better way to let go of some of your own pain.
You lost your wife, I lost my son.
It is what it is.
There is no good way to let go of that.
We were both down there on that pile, Joe.
Digging, searching, hoping.
When we first met, I remember you telling me
how moved you were
at seeing some of the same faces, day in and day out,
down there at the site.
Everybody coming together to pitch in and help out.
How inspired you were that so much evil and pain
could be channeled into so much good.
Celebrate that.
Share that.
You said you did it for the families.
You're one of the families, too, Joe.
Don't forget that.
(sighs)
In case you have a change of heart.
I won't.
Good luck out there, my friend.
My thoughts and prayers will be with you.
DEVON: Why do you keep saying that?
They're not my friends.
I don't even know them.
Come on, Devon, stop it.
Of course you know them.
Told them exactly
when you were gonna be leaving.
Right around the time
the money went from the register to the safe.
They were outside waiting for the door to open.
And you would've looked like just another one
of the victims, except something happened,
didn't it, Devon?
Something went wrong in that doorway.
We had a plan.
Wasn't supposed to happen like that.
They came to the door too late.
Everything okay, Devon?
No!
Sean knew.
He looked right into my eyes.
I was supposed to wait a couple minutes
until after they left to call 911.
You know, to look,
look like a witness.
Where'd you get the gun?
White Mike gave it to me.
He said it was just in case something went wrong.
And where'd you go after you left the bar?
I didn't know what to do.
I went around the corner and I...
I waited for a while.
(sniffles)
I tried to calm down and...
when I came back
to see if they had come out...
Devon.
What are you doing?
(gunshot, shell casing clinks)
(gasps, thudding)
DEVON: I don't even remember pulling the trigger.
Why, Devon?
Sean was your friend.
You worked together for three years.
Why would you get mixed up in something like this?
I have a problem.
White Mike gets me
Oxy and stuff, and I owe him a lot of money.
And he promised that no one would get hurt.
Let's go.
I'll never forget the look on his face.
DANVILLE: Wow.
It's fitting that on a day like today,
the image of an innocent man dying for no good reason
will be etched in your mind for the rest of your life.
What do you mean?
What's today?
(horn honking, siren wailing)
(sirens wailing, garbled radio transmission)
(sighs)
(indistinct radio transmission, distant sirens)
(panting)
MAN: I need some help!
This guy's bleeding pretty bad.
Okay, no problem. Right over here, right here.
That's it.
Let me take a look,
see what that is.
Can you open your eye? Open your eyes.
Just relax. Hold still. Hold still for me.
Nurse, could you come here, please?
Yes, Doctor.
Okay, we're gonna close it up some more.
Finish this, okay? Just normal sutures.
Mm-hmm.
All right, we're going to fix you up, all right?
Mm-hmm.
All right, we're going to fix you up, all right?
You're gonna be fine.
(indistinct shouting, helicopter blades whirring)
(indistinct shouting)
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord.
Let perpetual light shine upon him.
May he rest in peace.
Amen.
(indistinct shouting, coughing, sirens wailing)
Have you heard from Danny?
He's on his way up.
Oh, good.
How are you?
Good.
Fix you. You know, we've known each other
for about a year now, Don.
I have never told you this,
but I think you're one hell of a detective.
Thanks, Jo.
You're welcome.
Thanks, Jo.
You're welcome.
Jury's still out on you,
interim boss.
Do you need a hand?
No, I got it. Got it. Just got to...
By the time you're finished,
it's gonna be the 20th anniversary.
Okay.
DANNY: Oh, it's the crew.
Hey, Danny.
There he is.
You all set?
Where's, uh, Adam and, uh, what's-her-name? Uh...
(laughs)
Baby? You guys ready? Let's go!
Can I tell you something?
Sure. What's up?
I slept through it.
Through what?
9/11.
I've actually never told anybody that before.
Just... too embarrassed, you know?
And everyone always asks me, you know.
"Where were you?"
And... I would lie.
You know, I'd tell them I was on the way to class, and I saw
the news in the TV screen of some diner I was passing by.
And when the towers came down, I was...
on the roof of a building of NYU.
I just couldn't believe my eyes.
And...
the truth is, I was asleep.
You know, I went out the night before
with a couple of my buddies, and we had a few too many drinks,
and I didn't wake up till after 2:00.
And by then, the entire world had changed.
The next morning, I got up at 5:00 a.m.,
and I went down there, and...
I stood behind a barricade with these construction workers
for, like, 12 hours, you know,
until they opened it up and let us clean up the debris.
So you joined the bucket brigade?
Yeah.
Me, too.
I thought you were in Montana.
I was when it happened.
I watched the whole thing on TV,
feeling totally useless, and like I wanted to help,
but they weren't letting planes in, obviously.
And then I heard that trucks from all over the country
were going to New York.
So, I jumped on a local fire truck,
and I got here a few days after.
We might have been on the same line,
never even knew it.
(rhythmic beeping of vehicle)
DANVILLE: Let's go, you two!
We don't want to be late.
Come on, let's go.
♪ We said we'd walk together ♪
♪ Baby, come what may ♪
♪ That come the twilight ♪
♪ Should we lose our way ♪
♪ If as we're walking ♪
♪ A hand should slip free... ♪
TAYLOR: For the last four months,
it has been my honor and privilege
to be a part of something so important
and that I am truly proud of.
To contribute a little bit to so many
who lost so much.
These 417 first responders,
the portraits of their faces etched in granite
and honored here on this Brooklyn Wall of Remembrance,
will live in our hearts forever.
Ten years have passed since that tragic day.
Many of us here have been personally affected
and share a loss.
And so once more, we pause
and we pray,
and we will continue to do so
as each anniversary passes.
In helping to finish this memorial,
I've met some truly remarkable people.
♪ Wait for me... ♪
And we've had the opportunity
to meet with many of you
who generously shared your thoughts and feelings
on how best to remember these fallen heroes
who demonstrated such unmitigated courage
and selflessness.
The effort to build this wall of remembrance
has been a great blessing,
as we attempt to heal our broken hearts.
And here today we gather,
a people united not only in our grief,
but in our resolve to stand together
as one family of Americans.
God bless these brave souls
who served so selflessly.
They will never be forgotten.
Thank you.
♪ There's a beautiful river ♪
(bell clangs)
♪ In the valley ahead ♪
♪ There 'neath the oak's bough ♪
♪ Soon we will wed ♪
♪ Should we lose each other ♪
♪ In the shadow of the evening trees ♪
♪ I'll wait for you ♪
♪ Should I fall behind ♪
♪ Wait for me ♪
♪ I'll wait for you ♪
♪ Should I fall behind, wait for me ♪
♪ Well, I'll wait for you ♪
♪ Should I fall behind ♪
♪ Wait for me ♪
♪ I'll wait for you ♪
♪ Should I fall behind, baby ♪
♪ Wait for me ♪
♪ Darlin', I'll wait for you ♪
♪ Should I fall behind, wait for me ♪
♪ I'll wait for you ♪
♪ And should I fall behind, wait for me. ♪
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The Brooklyn Wall of Remembrance at MCU Park
stands as a tribute to the 417 first responders
who made the ultimate sacrifice on September 11, 2001.
Their faces and names are engraved
on individual plaques honoring their heroism
and celebrating their memory.
For more information, please visit: thebrooklynwall.org