"No." "No." "Hey!" "This is why I should have transferred to L.A. I hate the cold." "Well, bundle up, 'cause the paper says it's going to be like this all week." "Great-- rub salt into my wound." " All right, now for people with real problems." " Uh-huh." "Joe Gibson, 26, defense attorney, works for legal aid." "His boss reported him missing when he didn't show up for court this morning." "Maybe he didn't show up because it was too cold." "Single, parents are deceased, sister lives in Poughkeepsie." "Vivian's trying to get ahold of her now." "He works for legal aid, right?" "It means he defends a lot of bad guys." "Well, maybe he lost a case for the wrong client." "How do we know he was here?" "NYPD found his car around the corner." "What's our young lawyer doing in a place like this?" "He was running for his life." " Did you see who was chasing him?" " No" "Whoever it was must have run when they heard me yell." "What time was this?" "1:00, 1:30." "We've had some incidents -- break-ins and such." "They got somebody working the lot 24/7." "You're absolutely sure it was this guy?" "Oh, yeah." "I definitely saw his face." "Looked like he'd seen a ghost." "All right." "Thanks." "NYPD found shell casings in that alley over there, and they found these bad boys in an old mattress." "These are .380's." "No wonder he's running for his life." "2x12 Hawks and Handsaws" "Transcript by Intrepid" "Sync by Dizzy" "Trad by ?" "Yeah, Mr. Gibson's been interested security recently." "He told me he wouldn't pay this month's rent unless I put another dead bolt in" "It takes 20 minutes to open the door now." " Any idea what he was concerned about?" " Yeah, he said something about documents -- not wanting documents to fall in the wrong hands." "When did this sudden interest in security begin?" "Three weeks ago." "Well, I guess all the locks on the doors weren't enough for him." "I found this under the bed." "I hate to tell you, half the people in this city sleep with one of those under the bed." "Find anything that looked like an important document?" "Nope." "What's the deal with this duct tape?" "Oh, that's probably for the ... uh, to keep out the fumes." "We've got kind of a cockroach problem, and the exterminator has been fumigating all week." "All these postal slips are for the same item." "Did you ever pick up the package?" "Oh, no." "No, I don't accept them unless the tenant specifically asks." "Do you remember anything uh, out of the ordinary?" "Any visitors, arguments -- anything like that?" "Yeah." "night before last, he was arguing with somebody on the phone." "This was really early -- like 2:00, 3:00 in the morning." "And he was shouting so loud a couple of the other neighbors complained." "I don't know!" "Why don't you people just leave me alone?" "!" "I don't have anything to say today!" "No, no, I don't want to talk to Mr. Peterson, 'cause I don't have anything to say to Mr. Peterson, okay?" "!" "I don't know how you people found me." "That was not supposed to happen." "That was not supposed to happen." "I don't know." "Tell Mr. Peterson that I don't know." "After that, I just left." "I didn't even knock." "I mean, why make things worse for the guy?" "You know anything about this Peterson?" "Sorry." "Well, thanks for your help." "Just let me know when you leave." "Sure." "So, I guess we got to find this Peterson." "Peterson-- no, never heard of him." "Mrs. Holtzman, can you tell us anything about Joe Gibson?" "He's great." "He graduated law school top of his class." "Never stops working." "Calls me all hours of the night about cases." "Does he have any enemies?" "Well, a criminal defense attorney's enemies come with the territory." "Anyone in particular?" "There was a case a few weeks ago." "He talked to me about it." "It was giving him some trouble." "Joe." "Nancy, hey." "It's midnight; go home." "Yeah, I'm just going to finish up this appendix." "When does it have to be filed?" "Next week." "Next week?" "Get out of here." "Nancy?" "Have you ever had to recuse yourself from a case?" "A couple times, yeah." "Why, what's up?" "I think I got a really bad guy here." "Did you ever have a good guy?" "Yeah." "I know -- innocent until proven, everybody gets their day in court ..." "Well, until John Ashcroft says otherwise." "This guy just makes me nervous." "Are you saying that you can't represent this client?" "No." "No, I'm, I'm not saying that." "Then do your job." "Tomorrow." "Tonight, go home, get some sleep." "You look like crap." "Did you ever find out what case he was talking about?" "No." "We're gonna have to take a look at all of the cases Joe worked on in the last few months." "You got a subpoena?" "Right here." "Yes, I know that the post office is busy." "Did I mention that I'm with the FBI?" "FBI " " Federal Bureau of Investigation." "Yes." "Okay, so, can you tell me which station it's at?" "Yes, that would be great." "Thank you very much." "Okay, don't even tell me that's the box I've been looking for from the post office." "Sorry, I can't help you there." "Do you remember when the building manager said that Gibson was having a fight over the phone?" "Well, I just spoke to the phone company." "Gibson had his phone disconnected two weeks ago." "Probably a cell phone." "No, he had that disconnected the same day." "There must have been somebody in his apartment with him that night." "But the manager said he only heard one voice." "Yeah, it's weird." "What about the late night phone calls he supposedly made to his boss?" "These are the records of all the pay phones in his neighborhood." "This is a list of the people that Gibson was most likely to call." "We're going to have to cross-reference and find out which phone he was using." ""We"?" "We've gone through all Gibson's cases for the last year:" "there's no Peterson." "What about friends and family?" "There's no one." "It's like he doesn't exist." "I've been going over this report from the firearms lab." "They ran the bullet." "The striations match a gun that was used in a shooting in the Bronx last year." "Who was the shooter?" "Paul Newman." "As in Cool Hand Luke?" "No, I don't think so." "Gibson represented a guy by the name of Paul Newman last year." "He shot somebody, and he got off on self-defense." "Yeah." "Mr. Gibson was my lawyer; so what?" "So what?" "Somebody used your gun to shoot at him last night." "Where were you at 1:00 A.M.?" "At home, in bed." "I bet you were alone." "No, your mom was there." "If that gun went off, it wasn't me who shot it." "Let me tell you something, Mr. Newman." "If your gun was used in a crime," "I will personally make sure that you are charged as a co-conspirator." "Translation:" "your gun, your problem." "Okay, look." "He called, all right?" "I'm not a mind reader." "When?" "Last night, around midnight." "He said he needed my help." "I told him to come by my apartment." "Look, Paul, I need it for protection." "What protection?" "Is someone hassling you?" "He knows where I live." "He came to my house this morning to see me, but I wouldn't talk to him." "Who are we talking about?" "Peterson." "Peterson knows where I live." "Who the hell is Peterson?" "Paul, I wouldn't ask you this if it wasn't important, right?" "All right, man." "But you got to promise me you're going to be careful." "I mean, you're my lawyer." "I might need you again." "I gave him the gun, and then he took off." "If anyone knows where Mr. Gibson's at, it's that cat," " Peterson." "Yes, we're well aware of Mr. Peterson." "You know, Jack, this whole time we've been assuming that he was being shot at." "What if he was the one doing the shooting, huh?" "It's possible." "This is the part they don't tell you about in the recruitment video." "I didn't think people even used pay phones anymore." "Wait a sec;" "I got something." "Legal aid." "Legal aid." "This is the phone he used." "It's the one around the corner from the apartment building." "Great." "Let's see who else he called." "All right." "ATM photos." "From all over the city." "Okay, this one is from 65th and Lex, this one is from 23rd and eighth, and this one is from down on Houston and Sixth Avenue." "They were all taken the day before he disappeared." "It seems to me as though he's working his way downtown, each time taking out twenty bucks." "Okay, am I the only one that finds this strange?" "Have Sam and Martin done an index on the phone calls made from that pay phone?" "They're working on it." "Danny, would you check with them and see if any calls were made to any doctors?" "Nice work." "Thanks." "There's a Dr. Lawrence Brody." "What's his specialty?" "Dermatology." "Who else?" "Uh, Irene Goldenberg, Internal Medicine." "Daniel Isenmann, Psychiatry." "When was the call to the psychiatrist made?" "Ten days ago." "Please, take a seat, right there." "I wanted to talk to you about a patient of yours, a Joe Gibson." "Joe Gibson?" "Well, I actually only saw him once in consultation." "Did something happen to him?" "He's been missing for almost twenty hours, and from what we've been able to determine, over the last three weeks, he's become increasingly paranoid." "Putting extra locks on the doors, taping up windows." "he hears voices, has conversations with nonexistent people." "I also think he believes that these nonexistent people are following him and trying to kill him." "to the degree that he has obtained a gun." "Now, I know that he's fired the gun." "I believe he was shooting at no one." "I need to know what your diagnosis of him was." "I'm sorry, Agent Malone." "You know I cannot give you a diagnosis." "Doctor, there is a man out there with a gun who is dangerous to himself and to everybody else." "I need to find him, and in order to do that, I need all the information I can possibly get." "The kind of person that you're describing   is schizophrenic." "He's a paranoid schizophrenic." "Just because we're dealing with a schizophrenic doesn't mean we're dealing with a random, haphazard set of events." "Delusions, which are one of the hallmarks of this disease, are defined as fixed, false beliefs." "They're organized in a systematic fashion." "We always kind of thought that psych degree on your wall was one of those mail-in jobs." "No, that would be my bowling award." "My point is this." "I believe  that there is a unifying theory to Joe Gibson's delusions." "I also believe... that he is using real events and incorporating them into his delusions." "For example, he believes that he's being persecuted by somebody named Peterson." "Now, I checked with the building supervisor." "Last week, ..." "An exterminating company came in to fumigate." "The name of the company was Peter  Sons." "He combined the names to create Peterson." "He already believes that somebody is out to get him." "Seeing the exterminator just enforces the delusion." "Okay, so he's delusional and paranoid, and he's got a gun." "That is not a great combo." "And we have no idea where he'd go or what he's trying to do." "Now, like I said, to him, there is a logic." "What we have to do  is figure out what that logic is." "Then I think we stand a chance of finding him." "Finally." "Well, we found his sister listed under her married name." "She's on her way in, and hopefully she can lend us some insight." "Okay, this is weird." "Joe Gibson sent this to himself." "He just never picked it up." "What is all this stuff?" "It's, like, lists, numbers, initials." "Doesn't make sense." "Mm, maybe it's some kind of code." ""Make sure DS knows about D.P.A."" "DS ..." "Yep." "Here we go." ""Ask DS about 95."" "First, we have to find out if there was a DS in his life." "How 'bout an Alice?" "Did you know that your brother was ill?" "I thought it was a possibility, yes." "That's why I came to see him a couple weeks ago, make sure he was okay." "And was he?" "No." "He was scared." "Paranoid?" "No, scared of what was happening to him." "Something going on with your windows?" "Uh, it's A... bug thing." "I keep meaning to call the exterminator about that." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "I'll, uh ..." "I'll get around to that." "Joe, you okay?" "Yep." "Yeah, fine." "You didn't sound so good on the phone." "I got a lot on my mind." "Well, like what?" "a lot of things." "I've, uh ... actually been thinking a lot about dad lately." "What about him?" "I-I-I-I was thinking about when he got sick." "You know, uh..." "I don't really remember that much." "I'm not sure you want to remember." "actually, I, uh ..." "I do." "Was he, uh ... hearing things?" "Was he hearing ... voices?" "Yeah, he did." "Is that starting to happen to you, Joe?" "No." "I don't know." "Joe, it's me." "I'm scared, Kate." "I'm scared." "You're going to be okay." "We're going to figure this out." "When he mentioned the voices   I knew." "Joe's 26." "So was my father when it started." "So, your father has schizophrenia?" "He did." "He killed himself." "The next day, I took him to see a psychiatrist for consultation." "We made another appointment for the next week." "I should have stayed, made sure he went." "Excuse me, Mrs. Manning." "I'm, uh, Special Agent Jack Malone." "I'd like to ask you a couple questions about your brother." "did he ever mention anyone named Alice?" "No, I'm sorry." "Do you recognize the girl in this sketch?" "No." "I'm sorry to do this to you, um ... he made several references to a "DS" in his date book." "Do you have any idea who he's referring to?" "There was someone Joe talked about a lot, um... an investigator from his office." "I think they were working together, uh ... his name is Dave   Santory, Santini, San something, I think." "Okay, thank you." "I'm going to look into that." "Alice?" "FBI." "What do you want?" "We want to talk to you about your lawyer, Joe Gibson." "Never heard of him." "Didn't he represent you on your soliciting charge?" " Did you get that hair color out of a bottle?" " Alice," "I'm freezing my ass off here." "When was the last time you saw him?" "You know, I could be making a lot of money right now, instead of wasting my time talking to goldilocks and a skinny-ass bear." "How much?" "$50." "I'll give you 20." "I saw him day before yesterday." "He came by here acting all strung out like he was on drugs or something." "Stop it!" "What are you doing?" "!" "Alice, I'm getting you out of here." "He's going to kill you." "Come on!" " Crazy." " Alice, Alice, Alice, please come with me " " I'll take you home to your mom, dad -- you'll be safe." "Hey, hey!" "What the hell you doing, huh?" "I'm saving her." "You're saving her?" "Go on, Alice, get out of here." "Freak." "I walked away." "I didn't see what happened next." "Is your, uh,  business manager the kind of guy who might get upset if someone tried to mess with his investment?" "Nobody's ever tried." "Where do we find him?" " But you can't tell him I sent you." " We won't." "His name is Jimmy." "He hangs out on 123rd Street, Seventh Avenue." " Thank you." " Thank you." "So what's going on?" "Joe's got himself in some kind of trouble?" "He's been missing for two days, Mr. Santorum." "Geez, I didn't know." "Well, what do you need?" "Well, we've been going through, um, his personal effects, and we found a number of documents referring to a "DS"." "We're just wondering if you might be that person." "Sure." "I investigated a few cases for him." "And in the last few months?" "No, but he did come to me about a month ago." "He was all wound up about it." "Said we had to meet in my car." "I'm telling you, Dave, I got a bad feeling about this guy." "Something's not right about him." " Something's not right about everybody you defend, Joe." " Yeah but this one's different." "Should've seen him when he was talking to the police." "He wasn't nervous at all." "He's done this before, Dave ... with other girls, and gotten away with it." "I'm sorry, Joe, I can't do it." "I'm swamped right now." "It's not going to take you long -- all the information's right here:" "Where he lived, where he worked." "Maybe if you dig around, you'll find something." "Look it, even if I did have the time, you're talking about investigating one of your own clients." "Now, I don't got a degree, counselor, but isn't that a no-no with you guys?" " You know what, Dave?" "Just forget it." " Hey, Joe." "No, thanks for nothing." "I never figured you for a coward, Dave." "Anyway, that was it." "What was the client's name?" "I don't know." "I didn't want to know." "Holtzman finds out I'm investigating a client, I lose my job." " So, you only met with Gibson once about this?" " Yeah." "Why?" "Well, because we found a number of pages torn out of a date book ... that referred to "DS" and that he'd met him several times in the last few weeks." "Maybe you got the wrong "DS"." "I told you, man, I didn't do anything to him!" "What do you got?" "Joe Gibson's wallet." "He gave that to me." "So, Joe Gibson just gave you his wallet, huh?" "Come on, you can do better than that." "It was two days ago." "He was hassling one of my girls." "Hey!" "What the hell you doing, huh?" "I'm saving her." "You're saving her?" "Go on, Alice, get out of here." "Freak." "I need to protect her." "I need to take her home." "I can't let you do that." "Alice and I are partners." "We make a lot of money." "Money?" "Is that what you want, money?" "Fine." "Here." "Take it." "Take it all, take it." " Just let me have Alice." " Hey, tell you what?" "I'm going to take your money." "I'm going to keep Alice just for tonight ... then you can have her." "Okay ... okay." "Wait, wait." "He took something out of the wallet it was a little picture or something -- and then he handed it back to me." "I'm telling you, that was it." "That's a lovely story." "Let's go." "So, when Mr. Gibson was talking to you about getting off a case, he never mentioned anything about a guy who took girls, hurt girls?" "Joe has over a hundred cases." "I wouldn't really know too many of the specifics." "You don't remember anything?" "Nothing about a rapist or pedophile?" "You have the case files." "You'd know as well as I would." "Mrs. Holtzman, we're on the same side." "Well, I guess I'm not used to having the government going through our confidential files." "Well, I guess you didn't get the memo:" "Under the patriot act, there's no such thing as a confidential file." "What do you need?" "You know what I need." "Excuse me." "Hello" "What?" "When?" "I'll be right there." "I'll be right there." "That was my nanny." "She was bringing my five-year-old daughter Sophie home from the movies right near our house, and Joe was there." "He took her." "He just came up and grabbed her and took off." "What the hell's going on?" "Ment ... mentally ill?" "Like how mentally ill?" "We think Joe may be having a schizophrenic episode." "Is he dangerous?" "We don't know." "How well does he know your daughter?" "They met a couple times at the office." "She ..." "She ... hangs out there sometimes after school." "Ms. Holtzman, did you ever notice anything odd about their interactions?" "No, I didn't." "Oh, my god." ""Alice"." "What?" "He called her "Alice"." "Binderman's going to ding you either way so make sure you preserve it." "And where has my wandering daughter gone?" "What, are you getting some tips for opening arguments?" "She's got some great ideas." "Come on, honey, we've got to go." "Nana's going to be there soon." "Say good-bye to Joe." "Bye, Joe." "Bye, Alice." "My name's not Alice." "It's Sophie." "I knew that." "Okay." "What does that mean exactly?" "Do you think the Alice stuff...?" "We're not sure." "But we're going to do everything we can to find her, okay?" "How are you feeling about your unifying principles now?" "I take it back." "It's all a random mess." "Well, let's look on the bright side -- he may not be dangerous." "Most schizophrenics aren't." "Most schizophrenics also aren't running around in five degree weather with a five-year-old and a gun." "Listen." "An hour before Sophie Holtzman was taken, a woman shopping in a mall in Roslyn was carjacked by a man who looks like this." "This is definitely Gibson." "Gibson took the girl on the upper east side." "What the hell is he doing getting a car in long island?" "Okay, I went into his cases looking for any connections." "It turns out, a month ago, Joe Gibson represented a man by the name of Fred Watkins, who was accused of trying to kidnap a six-year-old girl from the same mall that Joe just stole that car from." "What did you say this guy's name was, Fred Wallace?" "Watkins." "There's a   reference to an "F.W." in his date book." "All right, here it is." "he had meeting with F.W." "At a bar in Soho, three days before he disappeared." "And didn't that investigator, Dave Santorum, say   that Gibson was trying to stop some guy who was hurting girls?" "Maybe that guy is Fred Watkins." "And Watkins was exonerated." "The cops didn't read him his rights so the judge threw out the case on a technicality." "The whole thing was nuts." "I see this little kid, she's wandering in the parking lot, crying her eyes out." "Can't find her mommy, she says." "So, I'm taking her back inside the mall, suddenly five rent-a-cops are all over me." "Tough being a good Samaritan these days, huh?" "You said on the phone you wanted my help finding Joe Gibson." "Yeah, we understand that you met him on Monday night at a bar." "Yeah, we met downtown." " I've got to tell you, he wasn't, uh, doing so good." " How's that?" "Well, he was off, you know?" "Going on about being followed, people trying to kill him." "Crazy stuff." "Did he mention anything about a girl by the name of Alice?" "Not that I remember." "According to the bartender, he talked about Alice extensively." "So, which is it?" "I never heard that name." "Let me tell you something, Mr. Watkins." "I've got a very sick man out there with a little girl, in the freezing cold." "If you're lying to me and anything happens, I will hold you personally responsible and trust me ..." "I'm not going to forget to read you your rights." "Yeah?" "Hey, boss, I've got something you might want to hear." "What's up?" "Two years ago, Watkins rented an apartment in Drexel, just outside of Philly." "At the time he was there, a five-year-old girl named Alice Heller  disappeared from her backyard, which was eight blocks from his apartment, and the case is still open." "Maybe Gibson figured out that Watkins took the Heller girl." "It might be the Alice he keeps talking about." "Well, here's a picture of her." "She looks a lot like Sophie Holtzman." "Similar coloring, same hair." "Maybe he confused the two girls." "Where would you take a little girl if you wanted to save her?" "Home to her parents." "Oh, thank you." "Mrs. Heller, uh, I know this is difficult," "I need to show you a picture of someone we believe may have been involved in your daughter's disappearance." "Is that okay?" "Okay." "I know him." "We were working on the house, doing the kitchen and a few bathrooms." "When was this?" "About a month before Alice was taken." "The contractor used to work with different crews sometimes." "I-I'm pretty sure though that the police talked to him." "who is he?" "You think he has her?" "This man's name is Fred Watkins." "Wait, th-that's Fred Watkins?" "You've heard his name before?" "Yeah, uh, the private investigator who called a few days ago asked if I knew Fred Watkins." "What was this private investigator's name?" "D-David." "David, uh ..." "I have it." "Um ..." "David." "David." "I have it ..." " Santorum?" " Yes." "Uh, S-Santorum." "You mind if I use your phone?" " Yeah." " Thank you." "Sam." "I just got off the phone with Dave Santorum's office." "They thought he s on vacation skiing with his kid." "An hour ago, they just got a phone call from Newark." "He's been hospitalized psych ward." "Whoa." "Let's go." "EMT's brought him in, no I.D." "He was forthcoming with his name but not much else." "He told you his name was Dave Santorum?" "Yes." "I hate to break the news to you, but it's not." "Jack, if he's here  where's Sophie?" "My name is Jack." "Joe, my name is Jack." "And, um..." "I need your help." "I'd like you to help me." "I'm trying to find, uh," "Sophie." "Can you help me with that?" "I don't know any Sophie." "No?" "What about Alice?" "Anyone named Alice?" "Dave's the guy you got to talk to." "I-I don't know anything." "Dave's your guy." "Dave can help you with that." "Dave?" "You talking about Dave Santorum?" "Dave." "Dave's your guy." "I don't know anything." "All right." "Didn't-didn't you tell these people that you were Dave?" "I don't know, I don't know." "You don't remember that?" "I don't know." "Dave." "You need ... you have to talk to Dave." "Dave knows where she is." "Look, Joe," "I really need to find Alice, and I really need your help to do it." "Just tell me where she is, tell me where she is ..." "Agent Malone." "I'm sorry, but are you going to be much longer?" "He really needs to rest." "Just-just-just-just give me two minutes." "Agent Malone?" "A-a-agent Malone?" "why did she call you Agent Malone?" "why did she call you Agent Malone?" "Where are you from?" "You from the government?" "Do you work for the government?" " It doesn't matter." " Do you work for the government?" "Why did she call you that?" "It doesn't matter, Joe." "All I want to do   is help Alice." "Sure you do." "Sure you do." " Get anything from the cops?" " Yes." "The State Police picked him up wandering through traffic on the New Jersey turnpike with this." "It's a child's sweater." "Now, we don't know yet if it's Sophie's." "The nanny did not mention anything about a blue sweater." "We're checking on it now." "We also found this." "Now, that pimp mentioned that he pulled a picture out of his wallet." "I'm thinking this is it, and maybe that's where he's headed with Sophie." " Come on." " All right." "He had this with him?" "I was just wondering if it was significant in any way?" "It's, uh, New Hampshire, the white mountains." "We..." "We had a cabin up there when we were kids." "Is it possible that Joe was headed out there?" "I mean, especially if he had fond memories of the place?" "He doesn't." "Uh, not any more." "This is where our father killed himself." "I'm sorry." "Would you mind telling me what happened?" "He, uh, shot himself." "We, uh, scattered his ashes in the lake." "It was in his will." "The place must have meant a lot to him." "Yeah, it did." "It meant a lot to all of us." "I don't know." "My family moved around so much, the lake was  the only place that really felt like home." "All right." "It feels right that he's there." "Hey, I just got off the phone with the real Dave Santorum." "He's skiing with his family, doesn't know anything about this." "Yeah?" "Well, I just got off the phone with the New Jersey State Police." "They found the car that Gibson stole on the side of the highway, near Newark." "Apparently, he ran out of gas." "The jersey turnpike runs straight through Drexel." "Alice Heller's hometown." "So, he was taking Sophie to Alice's home." "Yeah, but Martin's been waiting there." "Obviously, Joe never showed up." "And when they found the car, it was in the northbound lane." "He was headed back to New York, Viv." "What went wrong?" "And where did he leave Sophie?" "You know, the temperature is going to drop below zero tonight." "I know." "You found her, didn't you?" "You can tell me if you found her." "You know I can't tell you that." "You can tell me if you found her." "No." "They'll kill you, remember?" "That's why we did it this way, ..." "... to protect you." "Remember?" "I know." "She's safe now, isn't she?" "Joe, isn't she safe?" "I don't know." "Where is she?" "Where is she?" "I don't know." "How's he doing?" "I think I'm starting to understand." "What?" "How Dave Santorum is connected to all of this." "I think that Gibson suspected Watkins of killing Alice Heller, and he went to Dave Santorum for help to find the body." "Santorum said no, but I think the rejection from Santorum   sent Gibson even further into his paranoia to the point where he felt he was in danger ... because of what he knew about Watkins." "So to protect himself, he used Dave Santorum to continue the investigation." "So, all those meetings with D.S." "That was just Joe trying to crack the case on his own." "That's possible." "Hey, guys." "I just got off the phone with Martin." "The sweater is not Sophie's." "The sweater is Alice Heller's." "Alice Heller was wearing a blue zip-up sweater the day she disappeared." "But how did Gibson get it?" "There's only one way." "Gibson must have found Alice's body." "He did crack the case." "Yeah, either way, this doesn't help us find Sophie Holtzman." "Not necessarily." "Gibson's father killed himself in the only place that he considered home." "Home and death." "It's possible that Gibson associates the two." "Maybe Gibson was taking Sophie to Alice's home, but took her to where Alice was killed instead." "Oh, so what you're saying is, if we find Alice Heller's body, we find Sophie Holtzman?" "Well, that's great, but  Joe's never going to give us that information." "No, but I know one place we can get it." "Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Watkins." "You can go." "It's about time." "You'll be happy to know that we found Joe Gibson." "Oh, you found him." "How is he?" "Well, you know, he's pretty confused." "We found him way out in Drexel, Pennsylvania, just wandering around, carrying a kid's sweater." "It's the strangest thing." "Well, it's like you said, the guy is crazy." "Yeah." "Well, once his medication kicks in, we'll find out what he was doing up there." "Yeah." "Well, good luck." "Thanks for coming in." "Have I mentioned how cold it is?" "No." "Not in the last six minutes." "He's not coming out of his apartment, Danny." "He's never going to take the bait, okay?" "He's been sitting on this for two years." "No." "Now, that's exactly why he's going to take the bait." "The only thing that links Watkins to this crime, other than the word of a total nut job, is Alice Heller's body." "Let's go fishing." "He's on the move." "Danny and Samantha have him on the jersey turnpike headed south." "FBI!" "Get down." "Get down." "Get down and put your hands on your head." " Down!" " Put your hands on your head!" "Get down!" "I'm cold." "Where's Joe?" "It's okay, Sophie." "It's okay." "Joe said he was going to get blankets.Joe said he was going to get blankets." "Here you go." "Come on, Sophie." "Careful, careful." "Thanks." "Paramedics say she's going to be fine." "The E.R.T. Dug underneath the elevator shaft and found human remains." "Looks like a small child." "Hi." "Um, I don't know if you remember." "I'm Jack Malone." "We spoke earlier." "What happened?" "Well, we, uh ... we apprehended Fred Watkins, largely thanks to you." "W-w-what about the girl?" "What about Alice?" "Her-her name is Sophie." "Right." "Sophie." "She's fine." "She's really fine." "I just wanted to, um   thank you." "You take care of yourself." " Thanks." " Thank you." "It's okay, Joe." "It's okay."