Fallout - Part 2

Previously on Without a Trace: SAMANTHA: Name's Sydney Harrison. On her way to work, someone grabbed her in the elevator. BOSS: Sydney was just getting back on her feet, and now this. Our old offices were in the World Trade Center. You have until 2:00 to get $687,000. Agent Spade will be in the bookstore with you. She's going to cover you if anything goes down. Hey, that's not your bag. Hey! Hey! Get the hell off! It's Barry Mashburn. Barry Mashburn's wife was Sydney's old assistant. She died on 9/11. All right, nobody move! ( sirens blaring ) What the hell happened, Jack? JACK: We had a drop go bad. And Special Agent Spade is one of these hostages, which is what makes me doubt whether or not you have proper objectivity. I have no control over Sydney's whereabouts now. All I want to do is get everybody out of there unharmed. You don't get me my helicopter in the next hour, somebody in here gets hurt. What's going on, Samantha? No, nobody's going to do anything stupid. MASHBURN: What's he saying? I-I... Hey! ( grunts ) ( gunshot ) ( gunshot ) Samantha? Sam? Sam?! Sam? Sam? ( screaming ) Shut up! Everybody, shut up! God! Oh, God! Oh! God! God. Sam? Sam? Lost contact. ( groaning and wailing ) ( phone ringing ) Oh, God! What do we do? What do we do? You're going to have to wrap it up, okay? Use that. Wrap it up. ( phone ringing ) Tighter, tighter. Where'd you get the gun? It was... I-I... It was over there. I don't know. It was there. You the cop? If I was, I'd have taken you out five hours ago. All right, who's the cop? ( whimpering ) Huh? I am! ( phone ringing ) ( panting ): I'm FBI. No way. My ID's over there. Why don't you, why don't you check it out? Tighter! That's good. ( phone ringing ) God damn! Listen to me. If you don't answer that phone, SWAT is going to be in here Shut up! Make a sound, I kill her! ( screams ) ( phone ringing ) Shut up! Everyone, shut up! Hello. Barry, what's going on in there? Nothing. Everything's fine. Well, I heard a gunshot. It was an accident. Everyone's fine. So nobody's been shot? No, no, no. Well, then, what happened? Barry, what happened? One of the idiots tried to jump me. My gun went off, but it, uh, it-it shot into the floor. Okay, okay. Let me talk to somebody else in there. What, you don't believe me? Well, two minutes ago, you were talking about shooting people. I-I never said that. Yeah, that's what you told Samantha to tell me. Well, she was just nervous. She-she-she wanted to get out of here. Okay, well, let me talk to her. No! No, you got to take my word for it. I don't want to talk right now. ( line disconnects ) Okay, listen to me. ( sputtering ): Ted, you've got to elevate my leg, okay? You got to get my leg up. Well, when your dad comes to visit, what do you guys do? Watch TV, play Frisbee in the backyard. Sometime Dad brings our bikes, and we go ride them in the park. Do you know this lady? That's Sydney, my mom's old boss. Does your dad ever talk about her? What is this about? What did my father do? He's just in a little bit of trouble, and I'm trying to help him get out of it. What do you got? The final location where Mashburn sent the e-mails from, Copy That store on West Broadway. We may have found his accomplice. Ten minutes after he fired off that ransom note, he got an e-mail. Have you tracked it yet? E-mail address is registered to a Stanley Osbourne. Running the particulars. Thank you. ( groans ) Is that high enough? Uh-huh. How is she? You got to get me out of here, Barry. She's bleeding really bad. ( whimpers ) ( phone ringing ) Yeah. Okay, look... ( coughing ) We need a doctor. What for? Somebody got shot. Who? Samantha. How bad is it? It-it was an accident. I didn't ask you what happened. I asked you how bad it was. You've been jerking me around for 45 minutes, Barry. What are you talking about? You lied to me! You've been lying this whole time! What the hell you talking about? I found her badge, Jack! She's one of yours. Okay, Barry, look. I'm really sorry I didn't tell you. I just thought by telling you it'd make the situation worse. But the most important thing is that we have to get medical attention to Samantha now. Do you understand me? Now. Well, why-why can't you just send a doctor in here? 'Cause I can't do that. Why the hell not? Because I have no guarantee that you'll let him go, and then I've given you another hostage. I'll let him out. I swear. What... Let me talk to Samantha. Why? Because she's the person best qualified to tell me what's wrong with her. Come on, Barry. Just do it! Okay. What? All right, here. Hello? I can't hear. Samantha. Yeah. How bad is it? It's my leg. I'm pretty sure it's a through-and-through, an accident. Jack, you don't go tactical. Hey, maybe you could just get some supplies in here, okay? We could use some blankets. Gauze. Gauze, and, uh, and maybe some more water. Now, Barry, I want you to listen to me, and listen to me very carefully. No! No, you listen to me! You lied to me. You know she's been here this whole time, and you've been talking to her on the phone, probably had some sort of, uh, uh, uh... coded messages. You know, you say you want to work this out together. That's how you do it-- by lying to me? You want to help her? You send in a doctor. We're not sending in a doctor, we have to send in the SWAT team. Jack, when I asked you if you could keep your objectivity with Spade inside there, you said you could. Now, she said it was an accident. She said it was a through-and-through. Yeah, and I think she's not telling the truth. For all we know, he had a gun to her head. We can't take anything she says at face value. SWAT is the last resort. Now, do your job and negotiate your agent out of there. We need a Trauma One Medical Kit in there right away, please. ( clears throat ) CB to Health One, come in. ( breathing laboredly ) How long have Peter and Wendy been staying here? Barry showed up here about two months ago. Says he lost the house, wants me to keep the kids... and I knew something was off about him, the way he hugged the kids good-bye. Two nights later, the police call. They say they found him unconscious in his van in an enclosed garage, and he had the engine running. He claims he kept it running because of the heat. And he didn't get himself any psychiatric care? I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't even admit what had happened. It was an accident, Georgia. Come on, Barry. Where have you been living? My van. I told you you could live here. No, no, no. They are better off without me. Oh, Barry, how could you say that? I don't know what to do. I-I am so... angry, all the time. ( sighs ) I don't know what's happening to me. GEORGIA: I remember the first time I met Barry. He was so nervous and shy. But he had this natural sweetness, you know, this innocence about him. And, oh, he adored Nicole. His whole face came alive when she was around him, and... if she'd walk out of the room, he... it was almost like he was lost. She was his whole life. Hey, Vivian just had this sent over. That's the check that Sydney cut for Barry. It's $9,000 and some change. It's too bad Barry didn't see that before. JACK: Yeah, I have a feeling that as long as his wife was dead and Sydney is alive, it was never going to be enough. You know, if this guy did kill Sydney, he's not going to have too much regret about Samantha. I mean, she's just another person who betrayed him. NEWSMAN: I guess it's the world we live in these days. You're in some bookstore buyin' a book for grandma and some whacko comes in wavin' a gun around, starts shootin' people. All right, thanks for calling, Jim. The suspect's name is, Barry Mashburn but there's still no word on what could ( turns off radio ) ( phone rings ) Yeah? They're going to turn me into a maniac, aren't they? Who, Barry? The press. Yeah, they probably will do that. Sooner or later, it was going to come out. It's inevitable. ( gasping ) Look, Jack, Jack, I-I never wanted any of this to happen. Okay, I just wanted... What, Barry? What did you want? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what I wanted. I-I... don't even know what I'm doing here. Listen to me. You've made some bad decisions, but it's not too late. You can get yourself out of this. Okay, okay, Jack, please, tell them that it was an accident. Look, Barry, I can tell them all of that, but they're not going to believe it until you let Samantha go. T-Tell them that-that it... Tell the press it-it was an accident and I will-I will... I will release someone else to you. I promise. Why not her? No, no, no. She's my insurance. Against what? Look, Barry, Samantha's life is no more important than anyone else's, but she's the one who's been shot. No, th-this is not negotiable, Jack. She stays. Who do you want to give me? Okay. The idiot. DANNY: Mr. Osbourne, you sent Barry Mashburn an e-mail this morning. Yes, that's right. "Barry, call me ASAP." Sounds important. It was. So important that, well, you couldn't say what it was about, right? I wanted to speak to him in person. I'm his attorney. I needed to speak to him about his restitution from the Victim's Fund. I'd set up another appointment for him to, uh, sign the papers. Wait, another appointment? Why another appointment? Well, the first one was a disaster. So, it will come to $687,000. Wow, $687,000. $687,000. That's what she was worth? I know... this is strange to think about, but, um, the formula factors in your wife's annual salary, projections for potential future income... ...and life expectancy. Right, and from this formula, you came up with that number? Yes. Okay, so, does that mean that if, um, I go out and raise the money on my own, I could have her back? 'Cause maybe we could work that out. You're about to lose your house, Barry. That's not the point. What is the point? I want somebody to take responsibility. My wife is gone. Now, you want me to sign a paper and promise never to bother anyone again. Mr. Mashburn, I know... She was a wife... and she was a mother. Now, how the hell do you put a number on that? We don't. This is just the government's way of trying to help you move forward. Well, thank you. Okay, you know what? I can't do this right now. Please, leave. Please, please... leave. I tried to reschedule an appointment but he... he just didn't want to do it. Even when he lost the house. Why? Did he want more money, or...? No. He said it wasn't about the money. NEWSMAN: According to the FBI, the shooting is now believed to have been an accident, and they are working closely with the suspect to arrange for her to be transported to a hospital. ( turns off radio ) Okay, you're going out. What about her? This isn't a discussion, ***. FBI, get your hands in the air and turn around! Come back toward me! Right in the middle of your back! Hands in the middle of your back! Let's go! Let's go! Wh-what the heck...? What the hell did you handcuff me for? Standard procedure. For all we know, you could've been an accomplice. We had to check you out. W-Wait, you're investigating me? While I've been doing the whole time trying to stop the guy? And you got one of our agents shot because of it. Well, maybe, if you guys weren't sitting around here with your thumbs up your ***, we wouldn't have to be in there trying to take the... Why don't you just settle down, all right? Do me a favor, all right? Just tell me how she is. She's bleeding all over the place. She's going to die in there. Take him in. You heard what he said. We can't just sit around here anymore. Grab that. What are you doing? Hold down the fort. Barry! Barry Mashburn! Barry! Come to the door, I want to talk to you! What the hell is he doing? Barry! Come here. Come to the door. I want to talk to you! Come on, Barry, open the door! Open the door! I want to talk! Who the hell are you?! I'm the guy you've been talking to. Jack Malone, FBI. Well, what do you want? I want to come in. Yeah, yeah, come on, let me in. Look, I got nothing, all right. Nothing. Nothing. No gun. I'm not wired. Nothing, see? Nothing. What do you want? I want Samantha. And why should I give her to you? Because she is bleeding to death... and I know that you're not a murderer. Well... What do I get in return? Me. You get me. Come on, Barry, it's a great trade. Come on, Barry, back away from the door. Let me come in. I swear to you, I've got nothing. Nice and easy. I swear to you, I got nothing. Everything's going to be fine. Just... it's okay. Nice and easy. Everything's going to be fine. I just want to check this out. ( breathing laboredly ) How you doing, sweetheart? I'm okay. ( sobbing ) I'm going to get you out of here. Okay. Easy. Oh, God! Easy, easy, easy. ( Samantha groaning ) JACK: It's okay. Okay, let's get you up. Okay, okay. ( cries out ) It's okay. It's okay. ( Samantha panting ) Okay, grab me. ( grunting ) ( crying ) Come back, or the kid's dead! Easy. Oh, God. ( groaning ) ( panting ) I'm okay. Be back soon, okay? Mm-hmm. Hey, college girl. I'm so sorry. Hey. Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. I mean, you were fantastic in there. Do you hear me? You did good, okay. Okay. You're going to be all right. Yeah. Look, I only got five minutes with the okay, and I know it's going to be hard to talk, but I need you to give me whatever you can about the hostages. Libby... Libby is... the most likely to panic. Uh... uh, Fran is... Ted, okay. Is, um... He's-he's too scared to cause any trouble. Okay. And what about Barry? Barry Mashburn. Paranoid, volatile, high-strung. No. Uh-uh. No. Okay, did he talk about his kids? And what about Sydney? Sydney Harrison? Do you think he killed her? I don't know. Okay, okay. Okay. All right. Look, did, he, uh... Did he talk about an accomplice, a partner? Uh... uh... No, he... He didn't mention a partner. He didn't... he didn't call anyone. All right, thanks. Okay, guys. Let's get her to the hospital. You're going to be all right. Uh-huh. ( siren blaring ) ( sighs ) Barry, um... I want to talk to you about, uh, Sydney Harrison. What about her? Well, your partner, uh... He must know about this. It's been all over the news. And? I just think you should call him. I don't want him to panic. She's fine. He won't hurt her. Right, but you told me that if you didn't call him before midnight that he would kill her. All right, all right, all right. You know what? I'm tired of this game. I don't want to talk about Sydney Harrison, okay? I think we have to. I think it's the whole reason we're here. I mean it, Jack. DANNY: So, the man's nowhere in the area, right? Right. How was he planning on getting away? Well, the subway's right here. Which is why he picked this bookstore for the drop-off. Was he going uptown or down? The F goes all the way to Brooklyn, which is an area he knows well. Right. What if he ditched his van near one of the subway stops and left Sydney in the back? And there's seven stops Mm-hmm. All right. ( beeping ) ( dialing ) ( line ringing ) ( phone ringing ) Conway Residence. Who's this? This is Special Agent Johnson of the FBI. What the hell are you doing there? I'm making sure your kids are okay. You sent someone there to watch my kids? We just didn't want them to see it on the news. All right, uh... I want to speak to them. Put them on, please. I'm sorry, Mr. Mashburn, but I can't do that. Why won't you let me talk to my kids? You let them go, and I'll put your kids on the phone. I'm giving you three hostages so I can talk to my own children? You got me. That's all the protection you need. No! This is all the protection I need. You let me talk to my kids, or she dies! ( cries ) You pull that trigger, and the whole SWAT team comes in here, and you never get to speak to your kids again. JACK: Is that what you want? ( sobbing ) My way's better. ( sobbing ) You got me. It's all you need. ( sighs ) Tell her. It's me. Are you all right? Yeah. Go ahead and put his kids on the phone. Are you sure? Trust me. Okay. Um... let them go, I'll get your kids on the phone. No. I talk to my kids first. I've been a man of my word. Yeah. So have I. I'll tell you what. Um... we'll let Ted and Fran go. And you can talk to your kids. And then we let Libby go. All right. You can go. Put his kids on the phone. It's the FBI... Come out here. Come with me. Right in the middle. Let's go. Hello. Hiya, honey. Dad, what's happening? They won't tell us anything. Well... I made a mistake, sweetheart. I made a... a big mistake. What did you do? That's-that's not important. Honey, what-what is important... is that you know... that I love you... no matter what happens. Dad, you're really scaring me. Don't be scared, honey. ( mutters ) Honey... Wendy? Yeah. Honey, I'm sorry. For what? I'm sorry that I'm not stronger. I should have been stronger for you and Peter. You don't have to say anything, honey. I just... I just...q I wanted you to know that. Hey, is Peter there? He's right here. I'm not talking to him. Tell him to go to hell. Shut up, Peter, and talk to him. No! I'm sorry, Daddy. He doesn't want to talk to you. Okay. I understand. Um... Um... Just tell him that I love him, and that, uh... and that I'm sorry. Okay. Okay. Um, I got to go now, sweetheart. I love you. I love you, too. ( phone hangs up ) ( phone hangup drone ) ( sighs ) Well, you kept your end of the deal... so... Go ahead. I'm really sorry about your wife. See, I told you. I'm a man of my word. Thank you. JACK: What's going on, Barry? What are you thinking? Nothing. Come on. It's just you and me. Talk to me. Of all the things that happened... you know what consumes me the most? What? The last time I saw my wife. What happened? ( soft laugh ) Nothing. It was nothing special at all. It was just a... It was just a regular, ordinary day. Hey, dweeb, you just got jam on my vocab sheet. Wendy, that's why we finish our homework the night before and not the morning it's due, okay? I hate eggs. Why can't we have pancakes? Because the pancake fairy didn't stop here today. Hon, your eggs are getting cold. BARRY: Okay, good. Well, I'll call you from the office. Okay, bye. Well, I'm going to Boston on Friday for a tech inspection. And to teach a training seminar. Wait. So that means that... No, no, no, no. There's nothing definite, but, uh... Regional Tech Manager. Honey, you so deserve it. We'll see. Okay, kids, let's go. Oh, hey, Sydney needs me to finish the prep on the Gramercy Account today, so... Bye, Mom. I don't know what time I'll be home. Have fun. I'll cook tonight, okay? Okay, thank you. I kissed her good-bye... and that was it. I don't know. I don't know. I... I was... I was asleep. I didn't know what I had... until it was gone. I know that feeling. Walking around like you're asleep. Yeah? How so? Well, you know, outside of this, I got a normal life. I'm married. It's troubled, but... Are you two still together? No. We're separated. I moved out about, uh... nine months ago. I'm sorry. You got kids? Mm-hmm, two girls. They got names? Hannah and Kate. What's your wife's name? Maria. What happened? I don't really know. Oh. You don't know? You know, my job is not exactly conducive to a good relationship. Oh, Jack, that's not a reason. Every day is the same. You're there. They're there. And you just get a little tied up in your... job, your kids, your life. Pretty soon you forget the last time you had a real feeling. What about, um... What about Samantha? What about her? Well, you seem to have a particular attachment to her. That's fairly observant, Barry. Yeah. Is that why you traded yourself for her? I don't know. You were willing to trade your life for her life. In that moment, yes, I was. Right. Unbelievable. You're such a selfish, selfish petty man. All the things that are happening in the world, you can't figure out how to love your wife. The mother of your children. You're so apathetic, you let it fall apart? Think you're the only one who lost someone? What? You think that killing yourself was going to make you heroic? Leaving your kids without a father, you think that would be noble? What the hell you talking about? The van, the gas... I know what happened was horrible. It was inexplicable, but you know what? You pick yourself up and you move on. Move on? You don't know what the hell you're talking about. Look at you. You're standing still. You're-you're treading water. And look at you. You know what you're good at? You're good at feeling sorry for yourself. That's what you're good at. What about your wife? She had friends. She had children. She had a mother. What about them? No, you make this about you. It's about your pain. You can't see anything else. Just about you, isn't it? Well, you know what? No matter how angry you get she isn't coming back. Shut up, Jack. She's dead. Shut up! Shut up! She's not coming back. Shut up! You got to move on. Shut up! I got nothing to lose, Jack. You want to keep talking? Right? How 'bout that? You feeling something now? ( sighs ) Is this Barry's van? Pop the son of a ***. Jimmy, let's go. Whoa, whoa, whoa. On three. One, two, three. ( sirens ) Sydney! Barry? Thank God, you got out. Where's Nicole? I don't know. What do you mean? Where is she? I was never there. I had a breakfast meeting and so I didn't get downtown until everything had already happened. Well, have you seen anyone else? No. No, I was hoping. That's why I'm here. Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. ( sobbing ) Well... guess I'm not going to get my helicopter. Am I? No, I guess not. ( sighs ) You hungry? Whatever. What do you say I get some food sent in? I'll take care of it. Jack wants us to send in a pizza. Pretty hot in here, isn't it? Tried to sweat me out, didn't you? Guess you didn't figure that you'd end up being in here. No, not exactly. So, Jack, what do you think? You get a second chance? You going to give me one? What about you? You going to give yourself a second chance? Oh, come on. We both know that I'm going to jail for the rest of my life. Not if you tell me where Sydney is. Listen, Barry. You're suffering from extreme trauma. This is just... this is just fallout. Any jury listening to this will understand. I don't, I don't think so, Jack. I don't think so. What did you expect from Sydney? I expected her to help. She did. She did, she got you a job. They fired you because you assaulted the manager. She stopped them from sending you to jail. Oh, I don't believe that for a second. Take a look at that. Open it up. That's a check for almost $10,000 that she stole from her own company to help you. She tried over and over to help you. What did you want her to do? Curl up into a ball and die because she wasn't there? Nicole shouldn't have been there. Nobody should have been there. ( sobbing ) $687,000... The value of a human life. ( sobbing ) That's what they told you at the relief fund, isn't it? Yeah. It's not about the money, though, is it? It's never been about the money. You just didn't want to sign that document and say good-bye. This has nothing to do with Sydney. You can let her go now. Just let her go. Tell me where she is. She's in my storage area. It's, uh... the Bowry and Fletcher. Thank you. Why don't you just give me that? Okay? ( Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah" plays ) I think maybe we should go outside. ♪ Well, I heard there was a secret chord ♪ ♪ That David played and it pleased the Lord... ♪ ♪ But you don't really care for music, do you? ♪ Okay, you ready? ♪ And it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth... ♪ Put your hands, where they can see them, okay? Nice and slow, nice and slow. Don't make any sudden moves. ♪ Hallelujah... ♪ Okay, you're going to have to get down on the ground now. ♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪ Put your other hand behind your back. ♪ Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof ♪ ♪ You saw her bathing on the roof ♪ ♪ Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you ♪ ♪ She tied you to her kitchen chair ♪ ♪ Then she broke your throne and she cut your hair ♪ ♪ And from your lips she drew the hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah, ♪ ♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, ♪ ♪ Hallelujah... ♪ ♪ Well, baby I've been here before ♪ ♪ I've seen this room and I've walked this floor ♪ ♪ You know, I used to live alone before I knew you ♪ ♪ And I've see your flag on the marble arch ♪ ♪ And love is not a victory march ♪ ♪ It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, ♪ ♪ Hallelujah, ♪ ♪ Hallelujah... ♪ ♪ Maybe there is a god above ♪ ♪ But all I've ever learned from love ♪ ♪ Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you ♪ ♪ And it's not a cry that you hear at night ♪ ♪ It's not somebody who's seen the light ♪ ♪ It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah, ♪ ♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, ♪ ♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, ♪ ♪ Hallelujah, ♪ ♪ Hallelujah... ♪