- Okay. We're really doing this.
- You bet we are. You feeling good?
- You've done this before, right?
- Hey, stop that.
Don't act scared, okay?
You're not scared. - I'm not.
- No, you're not.
It's fine. Vinnie's a total pushover.
We walk in, grab, and go.
Hey, breathe. Look at me.
Say it.
both: Walk in, grab, and go.
- It's easy.
[suspenseful music]
Bro, this is gonna be so good for you.
Imagine you pulling up to the party with a bag
of Special K--instant hero.
Okay.
All right. Showtime then. - Okay, yeah, showtime.
- Hey, Vinnie, we're here.
- Hey. Took you long enough.
What the? - Stay down!
[yelling]
[crashing]
Get the bag!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Nothing.
- Here it is.
I got it. Let's bounce.
Come on, come on!
- Drop it!
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
- All right, split up.
Meet back at my house, okay?
Go. Go.
♪ ♪
- You think you can rip me off?
- I'm sorry.
- Me?
You are dead.
Rich brat trying to play tough--
I'll show you tough.
And you'll wish you never messed with me!
You're gonna learn! - [sobbing]
♪ ♪
- [voice distorted] I have your son.
You're a snake, Stan Gibney, vermin.
You use your money to condemn, but guess what?
Money won't save your son
unless you save the man you condemned.
Until then, I keep this ring of his as a down payment.
- Okay, so that's the message.
It was sent two hours ago to Mr. Stan Gibney,
along with this photo.
It's a championship ring from 2010,
engraved for his son, Landon.
Never takes it off, I'm told.
Now, Landon's phone is here, so no use tracking that.
But let's monitor online chatter about Stan and his son,
see if something pops up.
And be ready to trace if they call back.
- If?
If they call back?
We shouldn't be waiting.
You should be out on the streets, searching for my son.
- Sir, sir, sir, we are, I assure you.
The FBI is working with the NYPD, chasing down every lead.
Now, do you know what the caller is referring to,
a man you condemned?
- I--I don't have the faintest idea.
I'm a builder, not a judge.
- Okay.
Has anyone shown you or Landon any aggression recently?
- I own a New York sports team.
We lose a game, I hear it from every angle--
emails, social media.
Some of these fans are nuts.
Cam Roberts--he has a gun now.
He missed a free throw.
Some lunatic gambler comes at him after a game
and says Cam owes him money.
I had to build a private exit just to keep my players safe.
- Okay.
And this gambler was apprehended by the NYPD?
All right, we'll look into that.
But let's talk about your son for a moment.
I see that he has a couple of drug-related
school suspensions.
- My son isn't the criminal here.
He's being held for ransom. - I understand.
I'm not trying to offend.
I'm just trying to paint a picture.
If he is into something, this could be about that.
And I'd really like to get an edge
for when the kidnappers call back.
- Yeah, I know what you mean, if they call back.
- Well, Landon sure liked to get a fit off.
- You getting any ideas?
Maybe a little pop of color there for your suits.
- Funny, Scola.
- How much longer is Maggie at the school?
- BAU in-service lasts about a week, why?
Are you getting sick of me? - Never.
- You guys find anything?
- No, nothing yet.
So are we thinking maybe this was an outside job,
or Landon knew the people that took him?
- I pay a firm to scrub Landon from the internet.
You'd have to dig deep to find a recent photo of him.
- With all due respect, that doesn't
really answer our question.
- Well, we're not sure yet, a lot of possibilities.
We do know Landon has a couple of drug-related suspensions,
so it's possible some dealer found out
how deep his pockets really are.
- Hmm. Okay.
Well, we know that he left last night without his phone,
so any teenager doing that definitely
doesn't wanna be tracked.
- Hang on.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Well, well, well.
Let's get this to the lab.
- Last night, 18-year-old Landon Gibney was kidnapped.
We all know his father, Stan Gibney, real estate mogul
and owner of the New York Jackals.
This morning, he received a ransom message
demanding that he, and I quote,
"save a man he condemned."
- Okay, well, Ian was not able to strip the voice modulator
from the message, so that's a no-go
on any voice matching.
- What about the kidnapper's ask?
Does Stan know who the guy is talking about?
A man he condemned?
- No, Stan is drawing a blank.
And it's not an angry ex-wife.
He's a widower.
And according to him, there is no
ex-employee waging a vendetta.
Jubal's gonna remain on site until we can
clarify the ransom demands.
But where are we with the drugs found in Landon's bedroom?
- Presumptive test of the pills came back as ketamine.
- All right, so a teen dabbles in drugs,
gets himself into trouble.
That wouldn't be a first.
- Maybe a bit more than dabble.
I've been combing Landon's Instagram.
He has two profiles linked to his phone number,
a main profile and a secret finsta--
fake Instagram.
- I have daughters now.
- On his finsta, Landon was DM'ing with a user profile,
@RockITMan929, about buying--
well, he used the rocket ship emoji.
- Oh, rocket ship emoji.
- The emoji commonly translates
to high quality party drugs-- ketamine, MDMA.
- Right.
Did they set a time for the deal?
- Last night, 9:00 p.m.
- Wait, Landon met a drug dealer the same night
he gets taken for ransom?
I don't like that coincidence.
- Yeah, I ran the dealer's handle.
Phone number linked to RockITMan
belongs to a Vinnie Toscano.
He lives in Ridgewood.
He's got multiple charges of drugs, assault.
Kidnapping and ransom would not be a leap.
- Let's get a team down there now.
♪ ♪
- Hands! Show me your hands. - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Up against the wall. Let's go.
- What the hell, man? What is this?
- Put your hands behind your back.
- FBI. Landon Gibney?
Landon?
♪ ♪
Scola, the place is clear.
- Come on.
What do we got?
- Landon's not here, but...
- Plenty of contraband, though.
Landon Gibney?
- Not my name. - Of course it isn't.
I know exactly who you are, Vinnie,
AKA RockITMan929.
So are you gonna tell me where this kid is or what?
- Last night, you met with Landon Gibney,
and last night, Landon doesn't come home.
This morning, his dad gets a ransom call.
- Wait, what?
A ransom?
Hold up. I don't know where this kid is.
I don't know about a ransom.
I'm the victim here.
We're talking last night?
That kid robbed me. - Oh, yeah?
Of what, exactly?
Certainly not the dope that we found in your apartment.
That's gotta be, what, possession with intent, no?
- I'd say felony intent to distribute, easy.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm no kingpin, all right?
I sell a bit on the side to loyal customers only.
But then these kids come and take advantage
of my trusting disposition, steal my stash,
and then they run off.
So I chased one down.
I get my property back, and then I go home.
- Kids? - As in more than one.
- Landon wasn't alone?
- What, do I have to do your job for you?
Why don't you check the building cams?
- They're in masks.
How can you say either of these kids is my son?
- Oh, well, Landon arranged to buy drugs at this location
at this exact time.
And it seems him and this other kid instead decided
to rob the dealer and run.
Mr. Gibney, do you have any idea
who this other kid might be?
[phone ringing]
- It's the kidnapper.
- Right this way.
All right, here we go, folks.
So, uh, just like the movies, right?
Keep them talking. Speak slowly.
Ask questions.
Yep? - Yeah.
- Okay.
- Starting the trace.
- Okay, quiet, please.
[tense music]
- [voice distorted] Are you ready to help me, Stan?
- I want to speak to my son.
- Are you ready to help me?
- He's mobile, jumping cell towers.
- If this is about me, you don't need to hurt my son.
If you have a problem with me, we can fix it.
Please, I just want to hear my son.
- You will, after you confess publicly
that you bought the conviction of Eric Atwood.
- Landon? Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- You're okay, right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- You okay? - What's happening?
- Landon, I'm ASAC Jubal Valentine with the FBI.
These people your father was just on the phone with,
they claimed they were holding you hostage.
- That's my ring. - Yeah.
The kidnapper sent to us after they took it from you.
- Dad, can I talk to you for a second in private?
- Landon, if you have information, we need it.
- Well, I--they didn't take the ring from me 'cause I--
I gave the ring to Ricky.
- What's the last location you have for the caller?
- West Side highway. But they were flying.
Hard to pin where they would land.
- I don't understand.
Ricky who?
Landon, what are you saying?
- A friend of mine from school.
- The kidnappers have a hostage.
They just grabbed the wrong kid.
♪ ♪
- Okay, so your friend, Ricky Celis,
you were dressed similarly. Why was he wearing your ring?
- He was nervous, so I gave it to him for good luck.
- Who is this kid? - He's a friend of mine.
You know Ricky. He goes to my school.
This is Ricky.
- May I? - Yeah.
- You need to contact his parents.
- Copy.
- No, his parents are in London.
That's why we planned this whole thing.
- And did Ricky put you up to this Nobel Prize plan?
- Dad, this is my fault, okay?
- Okay, to help Ricky, we need to know what happened.
- I told Ricky that we'd be like heroes if we showed up
with, like, something special.
- Ketamine, yeah.
- Keta--Landon, you can't do this to us.
- Dad, this isn't about you, okay?
- That lunatic on the phone wanted
to take you to get to me.
- Mr. Gibney, we need to focus on getting Ricky back, please.
So, Landon, you and Ricky went to meet with Vinnie.
- Yeah, Vinnie sells to everybody,
but I didn't have any cash.
And it's not like I could just ask for it, you know?
- So you robbed him.
- Yeah.
We split up, and we were supposed to meet back here,
but Vinnie was on me, and he beat me up,
and he took his stuff back.
And I didn't wanna come home until you
left for the game, so I--
I went to Ricky's, but he wasn't there.
[phone ringing]
- Ah, okay. Ian?
- It's the kidnapper.
- Mr. Gibney, please.
- I--I don't wanna be involved.
Why can't you take it?
- Because the kidnapper may not have realized his mistake yet.
Once he does, Ricky's life could be in jeopardy.
- Dad, you have to answer.
- Please.
Okay, the plan is the same.
Keep him talking.
- Tracing it. - Quiet, please.
[tense music]
- You hung up on me?
When I have your son?
Father of the year.
- Who are you?
- A concerned citizen trying to correct
a miscarriage of justice.
Eric Atwood--you put him on death row eight years ago.
- Who the hell are you?
- Eric is innocent,
but you waved around your cash,
bought a murder conviction to protect your investment.
Now you're gonna admit it publicly.
Eric walks free, or your son pays with his life.
- Don't threaten me.
You already screwed up by not-- - Okay.
This is Jubal Valentine.
I'm the assistant special agent in charge
of the FBI's New York field office.
You are speaking with me now.
- All right.
Stan Gibney is gonna have a press conference,
admit his wrongdoing, admit he forced
a conviction of an innocent man,
or the boy dies.
- O-- [phone beeps]
Hello?
- He's gone.
- Who is Eric Atwood?
- So, eight years ago, Eric Atwood was convicted
of first-degree murder outside of Philadelphia,
and he was sentenced to death.
He's currently at FCI Grantsburgh awaiting execution.
- So how does that tie to Stan Gibney?
- The victim is Jenny Richards.
Her body was found on federal land
that Stan had been developing, part of an opportunity zone.
He stood to lose millions if the project was delayed,
so he put out aggressive ads.
He made a strong PR push for a speedy conviction
and the death penalty.
- Do you know the details?
- Jenny Richards disappeared after a shift at a diner.
Weeks later, her body was found.
She was stabbed to death.
- The kidnapping is all about that case.
They were trying to use Stan Gibney's son as leverage,
but things didn't go their way.
Okay, what was the outcome of Eric Atwood's case?
How did it end?
What evidence was used against him?
- Eric Atwood was Jenny's manager,
the last person to see her alive.
Philly PD found a folding knife with Jenny's blood
in Eric's locker.
Eric is set to be executed tomorrow.
- All right, Elise, get ahold of the visitor's logs.
We need to know who was meeting him.
- Give me one second.
I've got one name, Sean Lewis.
He made four recent visits to Eric Atwood
up at FCI Grantsburgh.
Most recent one was three days ago.
- Well, what's the connection?
- Sean Lewis was a dishwasher at the same restaurant
where Atwood worked.
He grew up in foster care.
He's a violent alcoholic, multiple charges.
It looks like he got some help from a Big Brother program.
Atwood was his Big Brother.
Sean Lewis calls him a hero.
- All right, well, let's assume that Sean Lewis believed
that Eric was about to be wrongfully executed
and that Stan Gibney was to blame.
Do we know where Sean is?
- No, but records show that he rented a van last week.
- Let's find that vehicle now.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- FBI! Drop your weapon and step out.
[gunshots]
- Got him? - Scola.
- Ready? - Mm-hmm.
- Two, three.
- Jubal, we found Ricky. He's alive.
- All right, folks, Ricky Celis has been safely recovered.
His aunt is on her way down to pick him up now.
But Sean Lewis was not in the van, which means
we have multiple kidnappers.
Have we ID'd the shooter yet?
- The prints on the driver matched to a Chase McVeigh.
He was a contractor out of West Chester, PA,
had a stint in juvie before a Big Brother program
helped him out of a bad spot.
- Okay, so I'm guessing his mentor was Eric Atwood.
- Signal messages on McVeigh's phone
detail the plan to abduct Landon.
They were watching the building,
and after they saw Ricky and Landon leave,
the plan was to grab Landon when he headed back home.
- And I've been running the other number
on that Signal chat.
I can confirm it's Sean Lewis.
- Right, so Eric saved his mentees,
and now they're returning the favor.
- All right, let's get Eva back to 26 Fed
and get her caught up on the Eric Atwood case.
He could be orchestrating all of this from death row.
- Hey, Ricky.
How you doing? Special Agent Scola, FBI.
I know you've been through a lot, okay?
You mind if I ask you a few questions?
So, driver of the van, that's the guy
that kidnapped you last night?
- One of them.
- There are more? How many?
- I'm not sure. Maybe three.
- Okay, can you just run it back for me?
What exactly happened last night?
- It was stupid.
We were trying to score for some party,
my friend Landon and I.
But the dealer had a gun, and we ran.
- Both of you? - We split up.
Meet at Landon's house-- that was the plan.
I got there first, but then I couldn't
remember the code on the door.
I was just waiting out there when they came
and pulled me off the street.
I tried to fight, but I couldn't.
I just wanna go home.
- Is there anything else you can tell me
about the other kidnappers?
- They must have figured out I wasn't Landon
when they were talking to Mr. Gibney
because they finally pulled off my gag.
When I told them who I was, the lead dude got mad,
said that they were gonna force Landon's dad
to do the right thing.
- Force him?
- That's all I heard.
- Just sit tight for me. I'll be right back.
OA, this crew isn't finished.
They're going for Stan Gibney,
and I think I have an idea where.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- How many people show on a given night?
- 19,220, give or take.
Season ticket holder since I was 12.
- Okay, well, we got a lot of ground to cover.
These guys could be anywhere. - Right.
What do you think? Divide and conquer?
I can check out the service entrance.
There's never enough security at these pre-game load-ins.
- Okay. I'll get the owner's box.
- Of course you will.
- Security says Stan Gibney just left the owner's box.
I'm checking feeds now.
- Yep.
- Got him.
- All right, there he goes.
OA, Scola, listen up.
Stan Gibney's already in the locker room
making his pre-game pep talk.
We have to assume Sean Lewis is already on the way.
♪ ♪
- There's janitors up here.
They don't have any labels on their uniforms.
Everybody down!
[gunshots]
[people screaming]
FBI!
♪ ♪
- Come on, Sean, let's go.
- Stay where you are. Come to me. Stay down.
[gunshot] - Let's go! Let's go!
Go on! - [groans]
- Stay out there, or we start killing people in here.
- Jubal.
Sean Lewis is in the locker room.
Stan Gibney and his team have been taken hostage.
- Hey, what do we got? - Arena's almost clear.
- Sean Lewis--radio silence since he went in.
- We made five hostiles.
I can't be sure, but a trainer estimates there's 15 hostages.
- One member of Sean's crew was injured.
I clipped him on the way to the locker room.
- He may need medical, so we could use that to negotiate.
- Yeah, we should wait for them to make the ask
so they don't smell a trap.
How are we doing with the video feeds?
- No cams in the locker rooms, but I got these plans
from the arena manager. - Let me see.
- Looks like one way in and one way out,
according to these schematics.
Kelly is pulling the city plans to be sure.
- Okay, me and Scola will take a lap,
see if we can find any soft spots.
- Yeah, all right. We need to make contact.
And you haven't been able to reach Sean on his cell.
- No, but I was able to tap into the arena's PA system.
- That'll work.
Sean Lewis, this is Jubal Valentine with the FBI.
We spoke earlier.
I'd like to talk.
- If I'm not back inside in three minutes, heads will roll.
You got me?
One hostage every minute.
- Yes, understood.
I really just wanna talk, okay?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Don't worry.
They're not--they're not gonna do anything.
We're just talking here.
You know there's easier ways to get an autograph, right?
How do you think this ends, man?
- That's on you, Fed.
You here to make a deal?
I'll trade you.
Eric walks, or Stan Gibney,
the man who put him on death row, dies.
- Look, I get where you're coming from.
I do. I looked into it.
But there was a trial.
Stan Gibney, he didn't sentence--
- Of course he did.
That girl was murdered on his land.
He needed it to go away fast.
Eric never got a fair shake.
You got 30 minutes to get him out, or we start killing.
- Okay, that's not even possible.
I mean, that would be, like, the fastest
exoneration in history.
- Then I guess it's your lucky day.
Jubal Valentine's getting his name in the world records book.
♪ ♪
- AUSA Morgan, Special Agent Ramos.
I appreciate you coming down.
- Well, I wasn't given much choice.
It sounded urgent. - It is.
Are those the Atwood appeal filings?
- This is everything.
But what am I missing?
Why is the FBI digging into Eric Atwood now?
- Well, we are dealing with an active situation.
People who believe he's innocent have taken hostages.
- Then they've been listening to too many podcasts.
The Atwood case was open and shut.
- Eric's appeals focus heavily on witness credibility.
There's holes in their timeline.
You were under a lot of pressure to get a conviction.
- We always are.
That's the job.
- Yes, but without this key witness,
the State couldn't place Eric with the victim
at the location where her body was found.
- It didn't matter.
Detectives found a folding knife in Eric's work locker,
had the girl's blood on it.
And the blade matched her wounds.
Agent Ramos, Eric Atwood killed that girl.
And there's nothing in that file that says otherwise.
♪ ♪
- Okay, we got movement. Everyone hang back.
Let me talk to him.
Sean, I'm right here.
Hey, hey, put the guns down.
Put them down.
Everything all right?
- How are we doing?
Is he getting out?
- There's a lot of red tape, man.
We can expedite the process, but it's still a process.
If there's anything we can do to--to make the wait easier,
some food, water--
- A doctor.
- A doctor? What do you mean?
What's going on in there?
- Don't play dumb.
You know.
My brother was shot.
- Oh, man.
Sean, this is getting out of control, isn't it?
Let me help you, please.
Just put the guns down and come out peacefully.
We'll get your brother the medical assistance he needs.
- No! No. That's not happening.
I didn't come all this way to stand down.
You--you bring us a doctor.
- You want me to send someone into a hostile situation?
- It will be a lot more hostile if Danny dies.
You bring us someone, now!
- If I do, you're gonna have to send out one hostage, okay?
You gotta show me a sign of good faith here.
- You get one.
But I get to choose.
That clear?
- That's fine.
You're doing the right thing.
- Go get that doctor.
- It feels light. I'm not used to that.
- We'll be able to see and hear everything that you do.
Make sure you pivot when you get inside the locker room
so we can get a full peripheral.
- Okay, so this has got all your basics
for first response trauma care.
- Okay, let's hope it's enough.
What happens if this goes sideways?
- We're ready to breach and make entry,
but it won't come to that.
♪ ♪
Sean, I've got your paramedic.
I'm sending him into the locker room.
Please send out a hostage now.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- My brother's over there.
Let's go.
- Okay, okay.
All right, keep some pressure on it for me.
Okay, all right, thank you. Thank you.
I gotta take a look at it, all right?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Man, this is really bad.
- Then do something.
- Okay, I gotta turn you over
and see what we're dealing with.
- [yelling]
- There's no exit wound.
The bullet is still inside. He needs to go to a hospital.
- No.
You can fix him.
You will.
Now, get to it.
- Jubal, this is not looking good.
- Yeah.
We don't have much time.
If his brother dies, Sean is gonna retaliate.
Make sure they're ready to breach.
- Yeah.
- Well?
Stitch him up.
- I don't think I can.
I think there's internal tissue damage.
I don't have the resources to deal with that.
- [groans]
- Listen to him. He's a paramedic.
You gotta give this up.
You, of all people,
don't tell me the right thing to do.
- [groans]
- Fix him. - I can't.
He needs a trauma surgeon.
- We can't get to no hospital.
- He needs a trauma surgeon! - Well, you better fix him!
- [groaning]
- All right, okay.
- You got it, Danny.
[door buzzer blares]
- FBI wants to talk to me?
Now?
You're cutting it close.
- You know, before all of this went down,
you were a part of a mentorship program.
You helped out a lot of kids.
- I did.
Well, I tried.
You gotta try.
- You're still in touch with some of them.
Sean Lewis visits.
- Sean was tough.
14 years old, he was robbing liquor stores
and blacking out on the concrete.
I'd meet him for burgers.
He'd swipe my wallet and run straight out into traffic.
He hated me.
- Things turned around.
- Well, you gotta be patient.
Show up, keep showing up.
Consistency, that's what it's all about.
That was our deal. I show up, you show up.
- When was the last time you talked to him?
- A few days.
He helps me a lot with appeals and things.
I'm grateful.
When you're inside,
people disappear.
And when you're about ready to leave for good...
ain't nobody around.
- Except Sean.
It sounds like he would do just about anything for you.
- [groaning]
[gasping]
♪ ♪
- You got it, Danny.
Stay strong.
You're wearing him down.
- It hurts, Sean.
It hurts so much.
[grunts]
- Try not to move, man. Try not to move.
That's it. Breathe. Breathe.
- [yells]
- Can't you give him something to stop the pain?
- I don't have anything to give him.
I don't have anything to give him.
- I got some painkillers in my bag for my knee.
Let me get them.
- Get them.
Make it quick.
♪ ♪
Stay focused.
- What do you and Sean talk about?
- My case, mostly. - Mm.
You know Sean believes you're innocent?
Oh, I'm sorry.
You know what I mean. Sean is on your side.
- Sean offered to help me.
I never pressured him.
- He offered to help you how?
- I told you--appeals.
Dotting I's, crossing T's.
The legal system, they don't make it easy.
- And when the appeals were rejected,
did you suggest for him to help you out in other ways,
I don't know, ransom demand?
- I--I don't understand what you're saying.
- Sean Lewis went after Stan Gibney.
He's holding him, including several others, hostage.
And he's demanding your release.
A mentor--that's a strong bond,
especially for a kid like Sean.
Maybe his only bond.
Did you put him up to this?
- OA is stabilizing Dan Lewis,
but I do not like where this is headed.
How do we give our team the advantage?
- Yeah, I think we might have something.
We've been looking at the Empire Arena's
renovation plans--look.
In the plans supplied to the vendors, there's a wall here.
But in the city's copy, there's a door.
It leads straight into the Jackals' locker room.
- There's a private door for players to leave discreetly.
There's another way into the locker room.
- Eyes on the patient.
- Just breathe. - [grunts]
- I told you make it quick.
- I'm going.
You can tell your boy to lower his gun.
- How about you shut the hell up
and keep doing what you're supposed to be doing?
♪ ♪
- No, no, no, no, no, no! Wait! [gunshots]
- Shots fired! Breach! Breach! Breach!
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
- Where's Gibney?
- Sean took him.
Okay, let's move.
- Jubal, talk to me. What's happening?
- Point guard Cam Roberts pulled a gun.
We don't know yet, but Sean Lewis
slipped out that back door with Stan Gibney.
All the exits are sealed, so we will find him.
- Jubal, we may be too late for that.
He is getting desperate, and the walls are closing in.
- Sean, drop the weapon.
Nowhere to go.
This whole place is locked down.
Sean! - Stay back!
I'll kill him! - Help me!
- They're headed for the court.
- Stay on him, but weapons hold till I give the go ahead.
I'm on my way.
- No.
- Sean, let him go.
It's over.
[tense music]
You don't wanna do this.
- Don't even think about it.
I will blow his head off.
I'll do it.
I will.
- Hold your fire!
Hold your fire! Relax!
Everyone, relax.
Sean, please, please.
Sean, look at me.
You have to let him go, man.
- I don't have to do anything.
Get down here.
- Take the shot. Kill him! Kill him!
- No, no, no.
No one's shooting anyone!
- Eric, we're running out of time.
Sean believes that Stan Gibney forced your conviction.
So where did he get that idea?
- I don't know.
- Well, you discussed Stan Gibney, didn't you?
You told him all the reasons why you're here--
except the ones that mattered, the truth.
- Hey!
I didn't ask for any harm.
- Lower your weapons.
Lower your weapons.
Lower your weapons!
- Yeah, see that?
You get it.
I got Stan. I'm in control!
- You take a beat, okay?
You look at the reality of the situation here, okay?
I told you, I get where you're coming from.
And I do--I get how much Eric means to you.
- You don't know the first thing about me.
- I know that he's more than a mentor, right?
He's--he's like family.
He helped you find your way out of a very dark place, right?
And I know what that's like.
People have pulled me out of some very dark corners,
and I would do just about anything for them.
But I'm telling you, man, this is not what you want.
- You don't know me.
You think some file tells you what I've been through?
- Please, do something.
- If I can get you on the phone with him right now,
can you get him to stand down?
- I will do my best.
- I don't know everything, but I know
that life was tough on you until Eric came along.
And you don't wanna go it alone.
And maybe you think that you can't.
But that is not true.
I'm not saying he didn't help you,
but you were the one that gave yourself that second chance.
You saved yourself.
And you need to do it again right now.
- Please, he's wide open. Shoot him. Shoot!
Shoot him!
- No, stop. Stop. No.
No more casualties.
There has been enough loss today.
- For me!
What have you lost?
What does any of this cost you?
♪ ♪
What's he doing?
That some kind of signal? What's he doing?
- I don't know. Scola, what?
- Your phone.
Eva's at the prison with Eric.
He wants to talk to Sean.
[phone rings]
- Yeah.
Is that okay?
- Pick it up.
- [groans]
- Sean.
- Eric?
We getting you out.
You stay strong.
- This is not your fight.
I don't deserve this, what you're doing.
You need to stop.
It all has to stop.
- They're tricking you!
I have Stan. This is his fault.
We're not backing down.
- [sobbing]
Sean, I'm not going anywhere.
I got no time.
- Don't give up.
That's what you told me, and now I'm telling you.
- No.
Don't you throw your life away like me.
Sean...
I did it.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm telling you, I'm guilty.
- No.
No, the witness is Stan Gibney.
You said--
- I know what I said.
I lied.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
For you, for me.
I killed Jenny.
I let y'all down.
I couldn't.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
♪ ♪
- [sobbing]
- Sean, you're under arrest for the kidnapping of Ricky Celis,
the kidnapping of Stan Gibney, and the murder of Cam Roberts.
You have the right to remain silent.
- [sobbing]
♪ ♪
- Thank you guys.
- Tough day.
- Hey.
- You did good, boss.
- Yeah?
It doesn't feel like it for some reason.
- Sean was hurting. You saw that. You saw him.
Jubal, I've seen people crack under way less.
Well played. - Thanks.
- I don't know, I'm sorry.
- You didn't do this.
- Yeah, but the other stuff.
- I'll find you help.
We'll talk.
- Sorry to intrude, Stan.
Stan, could I--could I ask you something privately?
- After saving me from that lunatic, of course.
- Landon's a good kid.
I think he's gonna--
he's gonna turn out.
- He will.
He just needs some of that extra guidance.
- Yeah, well, about that, I had a thought.
Sean Lewis is going away for a long time, and he needs to.
But he's a broken man, you know.
- I saw that.
- I was wondering if you would be willing
to pay him a few visits.
You know, I'm not-- I'm not talking about,
like, mentoring him or supporting an appeal
or anything, just--
just talking to him, you know?
I think forgiveness and some kind of reconciliation
could help him move forward.
- I don't know if I can do what you're asking.
- All this anger...
this resentment, it's just fear.
[soft dramatic music]
And it's gotta stop somewhere.
It's not just for him-- it's for you, for your son,
for all of us.
You're in a powerful position.
You can make a difference.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
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