(RADIO CRACKLES) (FOOTSTEPS) -MAN: Hey. -MAN 2: Hey. What's going on? -MAN: He's definitely in there. -MAN 3: Ain't openin' the door. -MAN 2: You hopped up? -MAN: Absolutely. (KNOCK AT DOOR) MAN 2: Harrold? (BANGING ON DOOR) Harrold! Hey, buddy, I want to talk to you. Open the door! -(SOMETHING CLATTERS) -(INTERNAL DOOR CLOSES) I hear him in there. Harrold! Take your weapons out. Last chance, Harrold! (SOMETHING CLANGS) Fuck. (HUFFS) Fuckin'... -Arggh! Shit! -(DOOR SMASHES OPEN) Harrold! Harrold? -Fuck! Fuck you! -Fucking kidding me! You fucking guys can't kick the fuckin' door? -Harrold, get some clothes on! -I got my hands up. -Don't fucking shoot me. -Shut up! Hey! What the fuck are you doing? You guys gonna just stand there? Go in there and get him! Put some clothes on him! I fuckin' didn't do nothin'! (MEN ALL TALK AT ONCE) (GROANS) Why the fuck did I kick that fuckin' door? (SIREN WHOOPS) -Hey, Commish. Hey. -Chris. Third floor, upstairs. -Third? -Yeah. What happened with Shancreeka? I was just goin' over there to have an appointment with this female, and this lady came out of nowhere and brained me with a smoothie, dude. -Daughter says you pushed her. -I was tryin' to make an escape. -Did you push her? -After the smoothie. -So you did... -What's up, Tommy? Whoa! This is an occasion. Commish exitin' the SUV? -Is this a homicide? -It's not. You've been misinformed. You're fuckin' kiddin' me. It's not a homicide? -Nope. -No, sir. No, sir. Why are you bleeding? I was trying to tell your officers, this woman is crazy. And she hit me with a fuckin' smoothie in the head. What are you talkin' about? Like, a drink or somethin'? No, like a fuckin' smoothie, you know? Like you would smooth your clothes out with. -An iron? A fuckin' iron? -An iron. For fuck's sake! - It's called an iron, Harrold. - Yes, sir, a smoothie. - Shut up. Commish, I should be a captain or a deputy super or probably even your job by now. I can't take much more of this shit. -You dug that hole. -(SIGHS) You know, my fuckin' knee is killin' me. He kicked the teeth out of a vice cop. How do you fuck your knee kickin' a guy's mouth? -Over-kicked, hyperextended it. -I thought he got suspended. Hey! I fuckin' hear you, numb nuts. -Sorry. That's what I heard. -TOMMY: What'd you hear? -I heard that you got suspended. -Do I look suspended? -No, sir. -He doesn't look suspended. Would I be here starin' at you two chowderheads if I was suspended? No, I wouldn't. Life is a rigged fucking game. You two just passed Go. Buckle it the fuck up. -Harrold, you're under arrest. -Actually accurate. You go home, put some ice on that knee and get some sleep. Got the race in five hours. Catchin' drunks at the marathon? Boss, please. - Don't make me wear the clown suit. - It's the last hoop, Tommy. You walk your beat, smile and you're officially out of the doghouse. One more day! Weather's gonna be nice. Pretty girls, fresh air. Be like a big picnic. Everybody loves a picnic. (AMBIENT MUSIC) -Pizza delivery for Patrick. -Hey, baby. Hey. How was work? This sweet old man came in and gave that to me today. Mr Flanagan. His wife was on my floor a couple of months back. Stage 4, so we were just there to keep her comfortable. I guess before she passed, she told him she wanted me to have it. Huh. I hardly knew them, but... he was so sweet and so sad, and I was just... holding him and hugging him. Look at how pretty that is. Isn't that beautiful? And you made me dinner? -How's your dissertation coming? -Huh! -Two paragraphs, both deleted. -Uh-huh. And, uh...but I did tag some cool apartments in San Francisco to show you. -Yeah? -Yeah. Look at you, so excited. I'm really excited that we're taking the day off tomorrow. And I think after my masterpiece pizza, we're gonna have to go on a run at some point. Tomorrow? No, honey. There's three things you can do on Patriots Day. One's watch the marathon. The other one's run the marathon. The third is get down to Fenway and yell for those Red Sox. -Yellin' for the Red Sox. -Sox. -Sox. -Mmm. Red 'Sahx'. Red 'Sahx'. -Red 'Sahx'. -There you go. I think you want to stay in bed with me all day. -Want to know what I think? -Mmm. I think the reason Mrs Flanagan wanted you to have it was because she knew you would hold him when he gave it to you. You're a very sweet man. -I know. Cheers. -(CHUCKLES) To the Red Sox. Yeah. 'Sahx'. WOMAN: Sox. PATRICK: 'Sahx'. -'Sahx'. 'Sahx'. -'Sahx'. (GENTLE MUSIC) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) MAN: OK. -MAN: Programme loaded? -WOMAN: Yeah. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) MAN 2: Did you change the software and shit? WOMAN: Alright. Let's see. Oh, yeah. Got it. WOMAN: Yes! -Hey, Li. What's up, guys? -Oh, hey, Sean. What's up? Wow! What are you feedin' that thing? It looks like he could outrun the squad car. -SHE definitely could. -Look at this! -Can I touch it? -No. (LAUGHS) No. No. So, what about the Zac cowboy concert? -Zac Brown Band, yeah. -Yeah. Yeah. I'll get 10 tickets. Hey. It's gonna be a cultural experience, OK? You're gonna get a better education than MIT, Harvard, BU, BC. I need everybody's hat sizes. We'll all get hats. -Sounds good. -Alright, boys. LI: OK. Well, listen - you know I like my chicken fried, a cold beer on a Friday night... -Me too. -And my jeans that fit too tight. -Just right. Just right. -Just right. Just right. Do you think you'll... ..definitely come? -Or... -Yes. I will be there. OK. Cool. Yeah. (DOG BARKS OUTSIDE) (SOMETHING CLATTERS) -Oh, Tommy! -I'm sorry. I just gotta get my clothes for tomorrow. Tommy... Oh, my God. Get the fuck out of my room. But this is our room. You know, now I can officially tell your blood alcohol by the frequency of key scratches on the lock. It's a predictive pattern, Tommy. I had two pops, OK? It's medicinal. -And I got roll call... -You sound like... -..in four hours and 42 minutes. -..an elephant. -I'm sorry. Alright? -Please. Come on. Just go. -I'll see you in the morning. -Want me to cuddle with you? -No! I told you to leave, Tommy. -Come on. -I love you. -(SIGHS) -Go on. You're wakin' me up. -I'm sorry. Alright? -OK. Quit your talkin'. -Go back to sleep. (SIGHS) (MAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) (MAN ON PHONE SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) -Bye-bye. -Bye-bye. (DOG BARKS) WOMAN: You want to go get your drink? You want on top? You thirsty? Yeah, let's go. Come on. (MAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE IN VIDEO ON LAPTOP) WOMAN: What do you want? Juice? Milk? GIRL: Mommy! Mommy, open. (SCISSORS SNIP) (VIDEO ON LAPTOP CONTINUES) Here you go, baby. (WATER RUNS AND STOPS) (MAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE IN VIDEO) Let's go in the room. (MAN CONTINUES SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE IN VIDEO) (DOG BARKS) Uniform's dry. I also swapped out the battery in your shoulder mike. (TOMMY CHUCKLES) I haven't seen you in your uniform for a while. Yeah. That was on purpose. -Oh, God. -Come on. Let me see it. -Don't start. -Mmm. Kinda turns me on. -Really? -Gotta get your hair cut first. (LAUGHS) It's at the top of my list. God, I gotta put this thing on. -Do I look like a clown? -(LAUGHS) -Why are you laughing? -I'm not. It's just... -I look like a clown. It's OK. -No. It's your colour. I'm basically a crossing guard - they send me to the marathon, the finish line, with the biggest VIPs in the city, and everybody's gonna break my balls. You got my whistle and my stop sign? Come here. Gimme a kiss. -I love you. -I love you. I'll see you later on, alright? -Alright. -I'll see you tonight. -Don't kick any cops. -I'll try not to. I hear they hate that. (GENTLE MUSIC) Sweetheart? You saw me yesterday, right? WOMAN: Mm-hm. So, is it just me or am I gettin' a little better-lookin' every day? Why don't you come over here and I'll show you how good-lookin' you are? (CHUCKLES) Boy, I wish I had time for that. Love you. What do you want, a muffin or a bagel? -Oh. Bring me a muffin, please. -Yes, doll. -Love you. -Love you! -Hey, Tiesha. -Morning, Sergeant Jeff. -How's your day today? -It is a muffin day, sweetheart. -We got blueberry. -Oh. You're an angel. -I try to be, just for you. -How's school goin'? The boys leavin' you alone, lettin' you study? They are. They have no choice. -(BOTH CHUCKLE) -And the cup. (THROWS CHANGE) -Have a great day. -You too. MAN: Right over there, next to the table. (MEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY) MAN: You want it right here? (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) MAN OVER COMMS: Are we feeding that other video? (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) MAN ON P.A. SYSTEM: Check, one, two, three. Check. MAN 2: Nobody in the VIP section at all unless they have credentials, period, alright? -Nobody. Hey, Tommy! -What's up? I got a favour. It's actually a gift. I'm gonna give you the finishin' line. -Come on! -No, no, no. This is your welcome back, Tommy. Means no more fuck-ups. Just smile in front of all the VIPs and let 'em all remember what a great fuckin' guy Tommy Saunders is. Can I talk to you for a second? Can't you see the beauty of just sayin' "Thank you"? I say, "You're welcome." Huh? This is the trade-off to get your job back. Nah. No more words. I just want to get to the Hopkinton, alright? -What time you gonna run? -Under three, I hope. That ain't happenin'. Good luck. -(CHUCKLES) -What are you lookin' at? - World's most overpaid meter maid. - Wow! You want to move the barricades? I gotta get to Hopkinton. Hey! Well, don't stand around. He told you to move the barricade, not me. (VEHICLE BEEPS) (SIGHS) Carol. I need you to do me a favour. My knee's gotten swollen fatter. I gotta have you bring the fatter knee brace, alright? I'm at the finish line, so you'll be able to find me. I love you, baby. Thanks. (SIREN WHOOPS) MAN: See what's happening channel 1 next, please. (CLICK!) (METAL JINGLES) Yeah, but what about, like, like, Erik and Rafi and Brendan and those guys? Those guys were our friends, so it's like... Don't think about 'em. Doesn't matter. (GIRL SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Bro, I'm... Look. I'm not pussin' out or nothin'. I'm not at all. I'm just thinkin' about, like, Martin Luther King and, like... Martin Luther King was not a Muslim. He was a hypocrite. He was a fornicator. Yeah, but I'm a fornicator. You think that's funny? No. Come here. What? -What? -You're my brother. -You understand that? -Yeah. -Are you ready for this? -Yeah. ..with our new Sensodyne Rapid Relief formulation - clinically proven relief at just 60 seconds. WOMAN ON RADIO: Good morning, everyone. It is great to have you with us for the running of the Boston Marathon. (RACE ANNOUNCER SPEAKS OVER P.A.) Live picture of the start line in Hopkinton, where it all begins for the runners. RACE ANNOUNCER: Superintendent Billy Evans, representing the Boston Police Department. ANNOUNCER 2: 30 seconds. This will be the last announcement... TV HOST: There is Lelisa Desisa, who I think is probably the... ANNOUNCER: In remembrance of the 20 students and six staff members who lost their lives... ..the Boston Athletic Association wishes to express its deepest sympathy to the families of the victims of all residents of Newtown. We ask that you join us in observing a period of silence... -MAN: Stand by, A. -ANNOUNCER: ..of 26 seconds. MAN: Ready, C. Alright, C is up. MAN 2: 26, 25, 24, 23, 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. -(GUN FIRES) -(CROWD CHEERS) RADIO ANNOUNCER: And they are off, the elite men, in the 117th running of the Boston Marathon, the oldest-running marathon in the United States. You can see that the crowd has thickened to about four deep at some places there along this course in Hopkinton... Donohue, are you on night vision? Why are you on night vision? That's atrocious. And this guy owes me 20 bucks. Watch your hand, man. What do I owe you $20 for, again? -'Cause I talked to her. -You didn't talk to her. Get the fuck outta here. You talked to her? She said she's comin' to the Zac Brown concert. -Big mistake. -MAN: Nice MIT girl? She'll love it. She'll be smitten. Gotta take her to something classy, like the Pops. -The Pops? -Yeah, the Pops. -Name one Pop. -Beethoven. Done. Go to the barn. Flank him. Flank him. (SINGS ALONG TO PLAYING SONG) # Potts farm was the place to go # Load the truck up, hit the dirt road # Jump the barbed wire, spread the word # Light the bonfire then call the girls # King in the can and the Marlboro Man # Jack and Jim were a few good men # We learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too # Better watch out for the boys in blue # I'm chillin' on a dirt road # Laid-back, swervin' like I'm George Jones... # -Throw the flash bang! Throw... -Got it! -You do this every time. -You're in the TV! -(BELL RINGS) -(CROWD CHEERS) COMMENTATOR: ..so fast that he almost caught the camera truck. COMMENTATOR 2: A course that stretches from Hopkinton through Ashland, Framingham, Natick... COMMENTATOR 3: Desisa's to the right of your screen. COMMENTATOR 4: Back to the women for a second. ANNOUNCER: The elites have reached mile eight. Expected... Paying my debt to society. -Oh, God. -In the doghouse, huh? Yeah. It's alright. This is the last hoop, so we'll see. Get a haircut, though, will ya? I'll cut my hair once you stop shaving your legs. (MAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) Sorry! Couldn't find my jacket. Ready to go? Can we grab some drinks before we go? -Sure. -Let's get 'drunch'. -Don't have to beg me. -(BOTH CHUCKLE) COMMENTATOR: All contenders are in there, closing hand over fist. COMMENTATOR 2: Kogo, Desisa and Gabremariam. So Ethiopia has two out of the three. MAN: Widen out. Widen out. -MAN: Ready, man? -BOY: Yes, Daddy. -MAN: You are? -BOY: Yeah. -Want to see Mommy at the race? -Yeah! Want to go cheer on Mommy at the race? Let's roll. Let's roll. Alright. MAN: Yes. COMMENTATOR: And running one of the most famous streets in Boston... ANNOUNCER: Frontrunners are approaching mile 23. We're mere minutes away from crowning the winner of the 2013 Boston Marathon. Get some people outta here. This is against fire code. Way too many people. -She can stay. -Hi, Tommy. -How's your husband, good? -Good. He's doing fine. (PRODUCTION STAFF CHATTER) COMMENTATOR: Again, you're looking at Heartbreak Hill now. (CHEERING) COMMENTATOR 2: Kenmore Square. You see the light stanchions over that building. This is one of the really cool spots in Boston. COMMENTATOR 3: And look at that, the Boston Marathon, running right past Fenway Park, which will soon empty out... (CROWD ROARS) COMMENTATOR: Fly ball for Saltalamacchia, sending Zobrist back onto the track! -Home run for Saltalamacchia! -MAN IN BAR: Yeah! Saltie! (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) COMMENTATOR: Desisa, making the turn, heading towards Boylston. COMMENTATOR 2: Looks like Ethiopia is gonna reign supreme. ANNOUNCER: And here they come! Heading down Boylston for the last block. COMMENTATOR: Is there anyone else on the road? COMMENTATOR 2: Very fast time. WOMAN OVER COMMS: Stand by, camera three. -MAN: We're at Boylston. -WOMAN: Three, two, one. And B's away. COMMENTATOR: Desisa is the 2013... -(PEOPLE CHEER) -The elite runners of the world! COMMENTATOR: Time to take in what the Boston Marathon is truly about - watching thousands of amateur athletes complete the amazing feat. (INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS) I'd think about losin' that Yankee cap. Lot of Sox fans in these bars. Hate to see you tuned up. (BRASS BAND PLAYS JAUNTY TUNE) Oh. You want me to take...? -(CAMERA CLICKS) -Thanks. Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry about that. Excuse me. ANNOUNCER: Police chief Billy Evans crossing the finish line. Way to go, Billy! -Thank you, Governor. -Nice job. ANNOUNCER: Does anybody have a big tub of melted butter? A huge lobster just crossed the finish line. MAN: Hey! (ANNOUNCER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY) Hey! No. -Time-out. -No time-out! (OMINOUS MUSIC) -Hey! -Baby. -You behavin' yourself? -Oh, yeah. Here, numbskull. On your feet all day, you wear the wrong one? I did it on purpose so you'd have to bring the fatter one. -Romantic, right? -I'm sure that was your plan. -You want to walk with me a bit? -I gotta get back. I gotta claw my way outta this zoo. -Love you. Thanks for the brace. -Love you too. -Hey, give that to Joey. -(CHEERING) (INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT) (OMINOUS MUSIC) COMMENTATOR: Looking down Boylston, you can see waves of runners turning the corner for the final... Did you see that guy? (LAUGHS) MAN: Whoo! Way to go. There he is. General Patton in a neon vest. Hey, Commish, I'll get a fuckin' smoothie and be waitin' in the back of the Tahoe for you and Q. Hey, grab this bozo. Get him outta here. Keep your eyes open, will ya? I'm proud of you, Tommy. How ya feelin'? The knee hurts. The back hurts. The balls hurt. The pain sometimes feels like it hurts on top of the hurt. -(PHONE RINGS) -If that's even possible. This is Davis. No, the Biden call's scheduled for 3:00. Biden? Vice-President Biden? Let me talk to him. -Behave yourself, Tommy. -Let me talk to him! Guys! The lobster's back. Cuff that lobster, will you? (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) Whoo! That's true. COMMENTATOR: ..wheelchair competition here... COMMENTATOR 2: Very fast runners here out on this storied course - so much history today. To all the runners and our team behind the scenes, thank you for bringing this race... (LOUD EXPLOSIONS) (CAR ALARMS WHOOP) (SCREAMING) Are you OK? (EXPLOSION, GLASS SMASHES) (EXPLOSION) Those are bombs, Captain. Those are bombs! This is Delta 9-8-4. We got multiple explosions! We need... (CHILD CRIES) (CHILD CRIES) (SIREN WAILS) (MUTTERS) Shit! WOMAN: Need help! (MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) All medical personnel to the finish line. Now! MAN: Something just exploded at the finish line. What did he say? Let's turn around. -MAN: Start triage. -I repeat, multiple casualties! I need some help right here. Please! I got you. Sir? You're gonna be OK, alright? You're gonna be OK. Ma'am, hold onto this as tight as you can. Hey! Get that wheelchair over here now! All medical personnel to the finish line! -We need two over here! -Repeat, multiple casualties! -Tommy! -Carol! -Tommy! -Are you OK? Huh? Let me see. Let me see. Alright. You're OK. You're OK. Hey, Sully, come here! Carol, go with him now! -Get her home now! -984, repeat your location. This is Delta 9-8-4. I'm at the finish line. I only want to hear from the 984, from that supervisor. Alright, this is what I need. I want Ring Road clear so I can push ambulances in and out. Keep pushin' in those ambulances! (SIREN WAILS) WOMAN: OK. (MUTTERS) MAN: Ma'am, you're on fire. (PANICKED CHATTER) MAN: I'll just check. Alright. Take this. Sir? Can we get some help, sir? -Anyone, sir. Please. -Yeah. You're OK. You're OK. Ralphy, come here! -(WAILS) -You're OK. MAN: We're gonna take your son and get him some help. Leo! Leo! (CRIES) -TOMMY: You're gonna be OK, sir. -MAN: I got ya. MAN: Alright? Hear me? You're OK. -I can't... I can't... -We'll figure this out. -I'll see you in just a minute. -Jess... (SIRENS WAIL) Get the wheelchairs! Come on! MAN: 32-year-old female. Both of her legs are severely lacerated. -On three. Ready? -PATRICK: This is my wife. She's gonna be OK. Hey! Send two more ambulances from Ring Road right now! MAN OVER RADIO: This is Sergeant Davis at the Forum cafe. I need personnel at the second bomb site immediately. I need assistance! This is Delta 9-8-4! I'm heading to the second bomb site! Everybody, keep this line clear! Stop letting runners through! Secure the perimeter! If I see another runner, your ass is done! We need a fuckin' ambulance over here! We need ambulances down at the second bombing site - Starbucks and the Forum! Are there more bombs? Are there more bombs? You're gonna be OK. You're doin' good, alright? -What's that? What's that? -Don't look at that! -Look at me! Look at me! -Get that over here now! Guys, shut down the race! Do not have another person run down Boylston Street! Get her up. Get her up. Get her up. Shut down the race! Fuck, Tommy! We've got two fatalities. Two fatalities. There's a fuckin' kid, eight years old. -Where's his family? -They're wounded. -They dragged everybody out. -On the sidewalk. -Who would...? -I don't fuckin' know. -We cannot leave him here alone. -No. We'll stay by his side. You need to get everybody out of the area immediately. Clear the perimeter. Could be more bombs. I'm on it. Hey! Anyone in here? Anyone? (BANG!) -Shit! -(PHONE CHIMES) This is Delta 9-8-4. We gotta confiscate all cell phones. Repeat - grab their phones, I don't care who it is. MAN: I gotta find my boy. -MAN 2: BP 84 over... -(WOMAN CALLS OUT) MAN: Don't worry. We'll find him, sir. I don't know where he is. (SIREN WAILS) I'm James. I'll take care of you. Everyone's gonna be fine. (GENERAL HUBBUB) MAN: Clamp now. WOMAN: Can you feel that? Can you wiggle your toes? Good. Good, good. Good, good. We're good. MAN: We're gonna save your leg, OK? Hey. You gotta help me find my son. His name is Leo Woolfenden. He's three years old. We got separated somehow. Somebody took him. I just... You need to find him. His name is Leo Woolfenden. W-O-O-L... (SIRENS BLARE) TOMMY: Push out, keep people out of that perimeter. Get moving. We've got a 6-block perimeter set up. -We're all locked down here. -(SIREN WHOOPS) Oh, boy. Here we go. Here we go. -This is the first blast scene? -Yeah. Second one's down there at the Forum restaurant. -Total station en route. -OK, we need TEDAC and OPU. -What about phones, cameras? -We're right on top of that. Yeah, we're collecting cell phones, surveillance tapes, all the video we can find. Get 'em all, Tommy. Don't miss any. -How big is the perimeter? -Six blocks each direction. -Let's extend that. Make it 10. -You got it. It's clearly coordinated. There could be more bombs. -How many total wounded? -3 fatalities that we know of. One's a little child on the street in front of the Forum. -(METAL CLATTERS) -MAN: What are they doing? What? I said that's an 8-year-old kid under there. They can't move the body. Tell them to clear out of there. -Tell them to clear out. -Who the fuck are you? Sorry, Sergeant - could be clues in the blood splatter, bomb residue on the boy's body. We can't risk moving him. Nothing moves. You gonna tell that boy's parents that their son's still lyin' on the fuckin' street? -Turn it down. Tommy. Just... -Oh, fuck that! -Let's go over here. -Alright. Alright. Billy. Just fuckin' leave me alone, will ya? We've gotta decide who's running this, and we have to decide quickly. If it's terrorism, it's yours, Rick. Gentlemen, the moment we label this 'terrorism', everything changes. It's not about Boston anymore. It's not a local investigation. It's Wolf Blitzer, it's stock markets, it's politicians and knee-jerk reactions, anti-Muslim backlash. And what if we're wrong? There's no take-back. I've been through this before. We don't call it what we already know it is and a cell is activated and they hit Chicago or New York or Washington, what happens then? The accusations are gonna come no matter what we do. (DROPS OBJECT) It's terrorism. We'll take it. So, what do you need? Command centre. A really big one. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (PHONES AND CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE) (BIRDSONG) # Nobody makes soup in a cup # Like Continental Cup A Soup ! # This'll do. DesLAURIERS: I want CART team over there. Post-blast investigators in that corner. We need a media tent set up. And let's get an evidence grid started right over there against that wall. And I guarantee these are gonna crash, so let's get a bank of landlines up immediately. We're good, boss. We'll be up in an hour. REPORTER: Commissioner Davis, the 'New York Post' is reporting a 20-year-old Saudi national has been charged. -Can you confirm? -That it's false. We have not charged anyone at this time. We are asking the public to help us supplement the investigation. Anyone with photos or video of the marathon is encouraged to turn them in to Boston Police. MAN: I need you to give me access to the following databases - travel, visa... Someone needs to get on the phone with the United States Attorney's Office, get us warrants for the cell phone towers right now. AT&T, Verizon, T-Mobile, all the way down the track. Let Tactical Aviation know, as of right now, Boston owns both those planes. Get them both to Logan. No, I'm talkin' about the G-fives. They're gonna be cycling from Logan to Quantico. That's it. FBI servers just got 12,000 emails in under a minute. -Holy Christ. -And we're crashed. -Get us back online now. Now. -Yes, sir. Yes, sir. WOMAN: 28-year-old female, Jessica Kensky. -MAN: Pulse 101. -MAN 2: BP's 84 over 45. WOMAN 2: Think the best that we could do is a BKA. The soft tissue is also compromised. I don't think this is salvageable. MAN: Way too much soft tissue damage. We gotta take it. There's nothin' left here. WOMAN: I need some saline. We need to wipe off this flap. MAN: Male, late 20s, with no ID. WOMAN: The leg is not looking good. Alright, the vessels are controlled, but there is no viability here. Absolutely no blood supply. We'll have to amputate. Saw. (BONE SAW BUZZES) WOMAN: Amputating below the knee, left leg. (BONE SAW BUZZES) (INDISTINCT VOICES ON RADIO) (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) (SPRAY CANS HISS) MAN: We're re-creating the scene. Put every item down exactly where it was found. We need this spread out here. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Lay some paper down. Let the stuff air-dry. I don't want to degrade the DNA. TOMMY: Carol. Pick up the phone! Carol, can you hear me? MAN: Get this paper over here. If you come across any clothing that's burnt or charred, separate that. I need to have somebody collect these cell phones, get 'em down to CART. DesLAURIERS: OK, people, remember, the bombs had to be... Carol, call me back as soon as you get this message, alright? ..on large bags and/or backpacks. Sort these out by adapter type. Anything with a camera, we need to get over to the import station. Are those GPS tags comin' through OK? MAN: Yes, sir. JFK Library's not an explosion. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(PHONE RINGS) -Hello? Oh, Carol! I've been calling and calling. Tommy, Jesus. Are you OK? Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. You're not hurt, are you? I'm fine, Tommy. My mother's here. Everybody's here. -Oh, thank God! -The news is going crazy. They're sayin' there could be more bombs. -Please be careful. -I will. I gotta go, alright? I'm gonna call you as soon as I can. I love you. MAN: Hey, Sarge. Heard you on the radio this afternoon. -Hell of a job. -Thought I heard your squeaky-ass voice. -Don't fuck around now, please. -I'm not. You did good. Hey, honey. It's me. Sweetheart, I got out one day too late. I will. No. -I love you too. -What are those guys doin' here? They weren't even down there! The fuck is this, a joke? They're the FBI, and they're in charge, so do as you're told. Their boss, wouldn't want to be that guy. He's triple-fucked. One, he steps up and takes it. -Two, now he's gotta solve the thing. -What's three? He's gotta walk around inside that life all day long. -Fuckin' shoot me four times... -Button it up, Tommy. These guys look up to you. I don't need the ass-ache today. -Just do as you're fuckin' told. -Fine. We have no evidence this was a suicide attack, so these IEDs were most likely remotely detonated. It is highly probable these bombs were homemade. It is likely that they made more. What does Mass State think? I think we need to get air assets from the National Guard. I think we need a couple additional tactical teams. But most importantly, there's two bathrooms in this place. -And one's broken. -Right. I'll get on that. It is safe to say that we're dealing with more than one individual, some degree of sophistication. Excuse me, Agent 'Deh-law-rie'? -DAVIS: Special Agent DesLauriers. -Sorry about that. -Look. I just wanted to say... -It's not the time or place. I just want to say... I work Homicide. I know one thing closes cases - witnesses. We oughta get our asses to the hospital, interview the victims. Could be someone saw somethin', no? DAVIS: Tommy, get some of our guys on this. And keep in mind that the bomber could be among the wounded - we've seen it before - so let's get positive IDs on everybody comin' into the hospital. -(PHONE CHIMES) -MAN: Sir? Sir, we have... TOMMY: Show this cocksucker he messed with the wrong city. REPORTER: We're getting conflicting reports about the arrest of a Saudi national earlier. Now, Commissioner Davis at this time is insisting that no suspects have been arrested. Jahar! I asked you to get whole milk. This is 2%. It's milk. She's a baby. She can't taste the difference. No, she can't, but I will when she gets sick. Feed the baby in the bedroom. I can't hear... WOMAN: What am I supposed to give her? This isn't gonna work. -Feed the baby in the bedroom. -I needed whole milk! I'll take care of it! Feed her in the bedroom right now! Go! Make him get whole milk. We shouldn't have put the bombs ground level. We shoulda put that shit waist-high. -Get the right milk, Jahar. Go. -What? No. I don't want to hear more of her bullshit. Get the right milk. TOMMY: Mind if I ask a couple questions? See anything out of the ordinary, suspicious? -No. No. -BILLY: Alright. -See anybody put bags down or... -TOMMY: OK? Thank you very much. Appreciate it. Has anybody spoken to you guys yet? No? What's your name, sweetie? My knee's killing me. You got Tylenol back there? We got all kinds of stuff, Sergeant. Vicodin? No, no Vicodin. Tylenol. Four pills, please. OK, you got it. Thank you. Hey. Do we have a name on him yet? No. The EMT said he was with his wife at the site. But all I've got is this ring. It's engraved "PB and J. 8-25-12". She's gotta be in a different hospital. WOMAN: Let me call around. REPORTER: They're still keeping people out of this area, obviously, still that 15-block area that was mentioned earlier. -Here you go. -Thank you. -It's fried rice? Egg roll? -Yeah. Everything's in there. -OK. -At this hour... You know, this many hours afterwards... MAN: It's a very scary day today. Uh... My...my name's Danny. What was your name? My name's Kara. -Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you too. -Are you from Boston? -Yeah, I live here. Oh. I...I live in Cambridge. -Oh, that's not far. -No. RADIO ANNOUNCER: The FBI has taken over the criminal investigation into the bombings. The Bureau is asking you for any visual... -Hey, John. -Hey, what's up? -This fucking bombing, huh? -Awful. -Are we gonna supplement this? -Not that I know of. It's all BPD. What do you got? Everything's busted. The radio bracket's loose. The right window goes down when I put on the blinker. JEFF: Show me this thing about the, uh...the blinker. Yeah. It goes down, but only when I signal right. RADIO ANNOUNCER: Course, the big question this morning... -Who did this? -That is fuckin' weird. And why did they do this? Excuse me, sir? Sorry to disturb you. -Is this Jessica Kensky? -Yes. She's my daughter. -(MAN SOBS) -Hey. I understand. -I can come back, OK? -No. Sorry. How can we help you? I just want to know if she said anything at all, - if she communicated anything. - Not much. She just asked about her husband. We don't know where he is. His name is Patrick Downes. -Can you help us find him? -You leave that to us, OK? -OK? -Thank you. (ANNOUNCEMENT ON P.A.) My God. (SIGHS) -(DROPS KEYS) -MAN: Hey. What are you guys doin' here? What the fuck happened out there? What's goin' on? Fuckin' al-Qaeda or what? Was it al-Qaeda? Are you fuckin' eating Cheerios on my couch? Who did it? What are they sayin'? -(ALL TALK AT ONCE) -What happened? Was it al-Qaeda or what? I just want to know. We're gonna give him some space, alright? -(ALL TALK AT ONCE) -Tell us what the hell happened. Get everybody outta here. Get the fuck outta here now! -Every fuckin' one of you! -Come on! What do you mean? Fuckin' come on! -MAN: Sorry. -Get the fuck outta here! Whatever you want, Tommy. Whatever you need. Whatever you need. Tonight, I'll be eating a Meatball Melt Subway Footlong Sub and a Double Choc Chip Cookie from Subway. (DOORBELL DINGS) Whoa, whoa! What are you doing? Lighting! It's important. WOMAN: I've got a 3-block radius. MAN: Yeah, it's a little grainy. MAN: Time doesn't match. I don't... I don't know. CAROL: It's OK, baby. I mean, I don't...I don't even understand what I saw. Keep seein' this blood. It's, like, everywhere. I mean, like... (SIGHS) I saw a foot next to... This boy from... Well, I think from Marathon Sports. He looked like... like a little BU kid. Like a...like a good kid, Carol, you know? He... He had a, um...assistant manager tag, and...and, um... He helped. We moved her. We... We laid her down. Blood just started to spread. His knee was in her blood and... And then there was an 8-year-old boy. He was just layin' there. They had to take his family away and his parents, and, fuck... and he's fuckin'... I got these images in my head. They... They ain't goin' away. I... And you were right there. Please don't be mad at me that I told you to come down there. I shouldn't have told you to come down there. You never could have known. Baby, it's not your fault. I'm sorry, Carol. I'm sorry that I told you to come. I'm sorry that I put you there. TOMMY: I gotta find these motherfuckers, Carol. We gotta get out there and we gotta find these motherfuckers before they do this to somebody else. -MAN: Back it up three seconds. -(EXPLOSION) WOMAN: Down on Exeter. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Boss! This guy. White hat. Play it again. MAN: He's the only one that looks away. (SIGHS PAINFULLY) (PHONE RINGS) DAVIS: Feds want to talk to you. Rick? Sergeant Saunders. Thank you for coming so quickly. Whatever it is, I didn't do it. Ed tells me you're familiar with this area. Yeah. Why? -DesLAURIERS: Let's run it. -DAVIS: White Hat. Play it back. The guy right there with the white hat? -That's the guy, isn't it? -We believe so. -It's gotta be. -OK. So, I am White Hat. At exactly 2:45, I am seen by the surveillance videos outside the Forum restaurant, OK? Now, Sergeant, as you can see, we've re-created the Boylston Street crime scene. Now, let's move left of boom. -Left of what? -Left of boom. Left of the explosions. We need to trace him backwards. You know this street, right? And you know which places have security cameras? Yeah, I know what you're doin'. That's the finish line there. -You said 2:45? -Correct. Alright, so... Where is he at 2:44? Who can see him? -It's gonna be Crate & Barrel. -Crate & Barrel, anybody? WOMAN: Checking Crate & Barrel. Yes, sir! I see you. 2:44pm. The hat's got a golf logo along with the number 3. DesLAURIERS: OK. Find every store in Boston that's selling that hat. Pull the names from the credit card receipts, then cross-check it against facial recognition. OK, Sergeant. I'm Crate & Barrel at 2:44. Who sees me now? It's not Walgreens. That's across the street now. -Abe & Louie's? -DesLAURIERS: Abe & Louie. MAN: Checking Abe & Louie's. -Anybody got Abe & Louie? -MAN: Nothing, sir. -No? -No, sir. -Come on, Sergeant. Where else? -Give me a minute, alright? Let me think. Um... Across the street, the Mandarin. The Mandarin? No. Their cameras face the wrong direction. Um... (MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY) Remember that kid stole a purse from Solas? He ran into Peet's. Ah, I got it. Um... Back Bay Social Club. Teddy put in new patio cameras last year. Back Bay Social Club. WOMAN: Searching Back Bay Social Club. I got him! Back Bay Social Club. 2:40pm. I have a new angle on his face. His left eye, the chin. It's still not clear enough for facial recognition. (TOMMY MUTTERS) DesLAURIERS: Alright. Push that out to CART team. See if they can fill in the blanks. Doing great, Sergeant. Keep going. Alright. 2:42pm. -Whiskey's Steakhouse. -Whiskey's Steakhouse. MAN: Whiskey's Steakhouse. Got him. 2:37. White Hat's standing with someone. It's a man wearing aviators. Looks like they know each other. Motherfucker! You fuckin' piece of shit! Two bombers. -Give me a kiss. -No! -Then get out. -Stop it. Get out. There you go. You gotta put the bunny, like, right there. -No. -Yes. What? -No... -What do you mean, no? REPORTER: Still a very heavy police presence. The FBI reportedly zeroing in on a possible suspect. They figured that out quicker than you thought, huh? And amid all the questions about possible... Come on. I'll help you. -Your baby doesn't know how to tie shoes. -I've got it. -Jahar? -Nah. I don't want any. ..caused chaos today. MAN: It also, we understand, forced the FBI to cancel what was a scheduled news conference. It has never been rescheduled since. GOVERNOR: How can we have zero hits on facial recognition? Well, the technology isn't perfect, Governor. We've got partial images. We've got bad angles. These are pretty clear fucking pictures. One of the suspects is wearing sunglasses. -Run it through the NSA's... -We're using the NSA's system. DAVIS: We need to get these photos out to the public. Not yet. We have a couple of decent leads, but right now... We release these photos, the city eats these guys. -No, I agree. -So why don't you say somethin'? Look. This is Ed's fuckin' deal right now, alright? These guys are somebody's friends, neighbours, coworkers. -You got no balls. -I got fuckin' plenty of balls. I'm not gettin' involved with the governor. -I'll go and say somethin'. -Want to get suspended again? If we release those photos now, it tells the suspects that we don't know who they are. -And that puts them ahead of us. -That's true, but... But what? But what if we're wrong? What if these men are innocent? God forbid, they also happen to be Muslims. We will be crucified! They don't look like prototypical jihadists to me. What does a prototypical jihadist look like, Rick? -DAVIS: You got a photo of one? -GOVERNOR: Listen. That all sounds very by-the-book, Rick, OK, but we owe people answers. We can't just sit back and keep analysing data. What does your gut tell you? My gut tells me that these are probably our guys. But I'm not ready to release the photos. You've gotta give our people some more time to work. OK. OK. It's decided. We'll wait. WOMAN ON TV: At this time, there have been no new developments regarding the Boston Marathon bombings... MAN ON TV: We wish we had better information as far as them being able to find somebody. It just seems like it's an ongoing active search... PRESIDENT OBAMA: It was a beautiful day to be in Boston. And then... ..in an instant... ..the day's beauty was shattered. For millions of us, what happened on Monday is personal. It's personal. And so we come together to pray and mourn. But we also come together today to reaffirm that the spirit of this city is undaunted... ..and the spirit of this country shall remain undimmed. That's the spirit you've displayed in recent days. -(TAPS GLASS) -(LAUGHS) -Hey, Li. -Hey, Sean. Wow, hey. I like those glasses. -Those are new, huh? -Yeah. Thanks. We needed a study break, so I thought you might like one too. -Thanks, Li, yeah. -(LI LAUGHS) Here. Coffee Coolattas. These are great. (LAUGHS) Uh... Well, we should go back to work. But, um, Saturday night, Zac Brown Band? Yeah, that's right. Are you guys... I'll make sure all you guys are covered, so you're in. It's just gonna be us. -Is that cool? Yeah? -Yeah. That's better. Yeah. -Yeah? -No, I prefer that, yeah. -Cool. Uh... 'Bye. -Alright. Good seein' you guys. and now Andrew and Brian have made a luscious new caramel filling. NIGELLA LAWSON: Hello, chocolate lovers. James Henry Whittaker came to New Zealand because he was restless to find a better way. It's something that Whittaker's have stuck to generation after generation for well over a hundred years, and now Andrew and Brian have made a luscious new caramel filling. It's creamier, more buttery and velvety. Better in every way ` just as JH would expect. Exactly. Well said. Situation in Boston remains in flux. Let's be prepared to augment should they require our assistance. Uh, speed limit on Common Street has now officially been down to 25 for a month. So, warning period is over. Quit giving warnings there a week ago, Sarge. I gave Mimi O'Brien a citation for speeding and expired registration. Well, you're a braver man than I am, Gunga Din. DAVIS: We got an information vacuum. Those are not our guys. Meanwhile, you guys aren't any closer to identifying the two we're really lookin' for. We need to release those pictures. If we release the photos now, we have zero control. If we overplay our hand, we may force these guys to react. Gentlemen. If I may. Right now, Boston's workin' against us. That's normal. You've got a murder, no-one rats. We don't got that problem, 'cause in this city, when it comes to terrorism, everybody wants to talk. Look, you got a lot of people talkin', but they're talkin' about the wrong people. Release the photos of our guys, sit back and listen, trust me. You gotta start lettin' Boston work for us. I'm telling you. I understand Boston, but I can't just snap my fingers. This decision goes all the way up to the Attorney-General. Then give me his number. I'll call him right now. This is my fuckin' city, Rick! Release the goddamn pictures! Say again? (DAVIS AND DesLAURIERS ARGUE NEARBY) Hold on. Stay on the line. Don't lecture me on intelligence, OK, Ed? -That is what I do. -MAN: Sir. What? White Hat, Black Hat. Fox got the pictures. They want what we have or they're gonna release them. Repeat that. Say that again. Fox is gonna release the pictures in 20 minutes, sir, with or without a consult. DesLAURIERS: OK. I'm all about inter-agency cooperation. But when this is over, I am gonna hunt down the piece of shit that leaked those photos, and I will fucking ruin him! I'm not gonna let Fox News run this investigation. We will release the pictures as soon as the President is wheels up. (DOOR OPENS) DesLAURIERS: We initially developed one person of interest, not knowing if that individual was working alone or in concert with others. The FBI has developed a second suspect. Today, we are enlisting the public's help in identifying these two suspects. REPORTER: Officials say they've made the images public now because they need help in connecting the faces of the potential suspects... REPORTER 2: ..the other walking just a short distance behind. (REPORTERS SPEAK VARIOUS FOREIGN LANGUAGES) REPORTER 3: They believe that someone out there would recognise at least one, perhaps both, of these men, and call in some vital information to law enforcement. DesLAURIERS: If you have any information at all, please reach out to the FBI. -(INHALES) -(BONG BUBBLES) REPORTER: ..identify a young white man spotted in surveillance video from Lord & Taylor. He was in the crowd right before the second explosion. He was carrying a backpack, talking on his cell phone, wearing a black jacket, grey hoodie and a white baseball cap on backwards. MAN: No-one should attempt to apprehend him except law enforcement. Let me reiterate that caution. Do not take any action on your own. MAN 2: Identifying these two suspects. Somebody out there knows these individuals as friends. REPORTER: Federal law enforcement authorities now believe that a team of at least two men carried out the bombings here. Not a lone wolf, but two men, described tonight as armed and extremely dangerous. DesLAURIERS: We initially developed one person... REPORTER: They are now the world's most wanted men. Two men in their 20s caught on tape. Suspect number one... Who are you texting? No-one. Get everything packed in the car. It's time to leave. Alright. Can I have my gun now, though? (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) I just, like... I really want the gun. Jahar, you will get your gun! -When? -Enough! The pics are blurry. They're no good. No, the pictures are good. Pictures are really good. MAN: This is a person who they believe could be a key witness, somebody who has information on the case or could even be the bomber. MAN 2: This as police make big progress in the 12-block crime scene around Boylston Street. -Hey, man. Where's Jahar at? -I don't know. Did you guys see the press conference? One of the guys looks exactly fuckin' like him. -That's what I fuckin' said. -No way. Everybody's paranoid. He looks exactly fuckin' like him. He texted me to get some of his stuff. Go ahead, Dias. I got a study group to get to. -Don't steal my shit. -Fuck you, man. Fuck you! Don't touch my shit. -Study group dickhead. -Fuckin' asshole. TV: Charlie, man, you can't drive that thing on the beach. You're gonna get arrested again! -MALE VOICE: Relax... -This joint has kicked it. It's all done. It's cashed out. Where's Dzhokhar keep his weed at? -In there. -Of course. The coveted closet. Yep, yep, yep, yep. Yep, yep. Yep. Shit. There's no weed in here. -DIAS: What's that shit? -MAN: Don't fuckin' know. These fuckin' fireworks? What the fuck does he need fireworks for? -These are fuckin' BBs, man. -What are you saying? What are you fucking talking about, man? MAN: This is fuckin' bomb shit. Are you guys really that high, you can't see this shit? -The fuck do we do? -I don't know. You found it. -Seriously? WE found it. -Quiet the fuck down. And put the stuff in the bag. We can't leave it here. Bag it up, man. What the fuck you think I'm doin', man? REPORTER: We're still waiting to hear more about suspects. REPORTER 2: ..pictures being available to the public, the FBI has yet to receive... REPORTER 3: We now await one key lead - the names of these men. -Is it hot? Yeah? -It's fucking hot. So you broke a finger cheerleading? I did a backflip and came down on my hand. Were you before, like, people throw you up really high? I got a concussion my senior year. I tried to get up and walk, and my entire left body was numb. Like, I couldn't walk. I feel like I'd be really lonely if I was here. -Like, you're alone, right? -Yeah, it's OK. In the beginning, like, three years ago, it was harder. Now it's like you make new friends and you find new people. (INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER) (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) ..Tamerlan? You wanted a gun. Now you need a gun. Unless you know someone that has one. (PEOPLE CHAT AND LAUGH IN DISTANCE) MAN ON POLICE RADIO: 2-42, what's your status? I'm in the quad, tucked next to the Koch building for the next 45 - got my eyes on Main Street and Vassar. After that, I got dinner break for 30. Can I do it? POLICE DISPATCH: Denver 5-4-4. Koch is quiet. We're gonna rotate you over to Kresge. SEAN: Yeah, it is very dry out here. So if you want me to rotate, I'm absolutely ready. Copy that. Ugh! Grab the gun, Jahar. (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) (SEAN GROANS) No! No, no! -No, no, no, no, no! -(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) -Come on. -He won't fucking let go! -Fuck you! -(BOTH GRUNT) -Why won't you let go? -TAMERLAN: Watch out! No! -Let's go! -What now, motherfucker? (MAN YELLS) Hey! DZHOKHAR: Oh, come on! You fuckin' piece of shit! TAMERLAN: Let's go! Come on! Hey. (CHUCKLES) Hello. Hello. Hey. They say language is the gateway to culture. And I have the key. Can I interest you in the big Kiwi breakfast? (PHONE TRANSLATES INTO SWEDISH) (SPEAKS SWEDISH) PHONE TRANSLATOR: Kiwis are endangered, no? (SPEAKS SWEDISH) PHONE TRANSLATOR: I could try a little one. # Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. # We have a report of an officer shot at MIT. Requesting available units for search for suspects. Witnesses report two men fleeing the scene. Caucasian, medium build, dark clothing. Suspects are armed. Use caution. A Team, we have no suspect information at this time. Nothing. (PHONE CLICKS) (KNOCKS ON GLASS) Sorry to bother. Uh... Can you help me real quick? Sorry. Yeah. I just want you to, um... -Hey. Hey, don't... -Do not move. Do not fucking move. What is your name? -(STUTTERS) M-M...M-Manny. -Yeah? Do you know about the marathon bombing, Manny? Yes, I know. -Do you know who did it? -No. I did that. You understand? And I just killed a police officer. Bet you got a lot of money. Give me your wallet. Let's go. Give me your wallet. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just...just take everything. Just take it. Take everything. -Your name is not Manny. -No, it's a... M-m... My...my name's Dun... Dun Meng. It sound like...it sound like Manny. It sound like... If you lie to me again, wallahi, I will kill you. -I'm sorry. -(POUNDS ON GLASS) -Open the back. -TAMERLAN: Do not fucking move. -Open the back! -Huh? Oh, OK. Open the back. Easy, buddy. -(LOCK CLICKS) -Go ahead. Good. Give me the keys. -Stay in the car. -OK. I'll get the pressure cookers. -DZHOKHAR: Is that it? -That's it. Get in the car. (DOOR CLOSES) Shit. OK. OK. That's alright. Easy, easy. You can just take the car. It's alright. It's alright. It's alright. It's alright. -Follow me. Alright. Let's go. -(PASSERS-BY CHATTER) Do not say anything. Stay quiet. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. -Get in the car. You understand? -Yes. You're gonna get in the car and be quiet. -Yes. -Alright? Let's go. Get in the car. Get in the car right now. -Jahar? -DZHOKHAR: Yeah? -Watch him. -Alright. DZHOKHAR: Yo, does this have an iPod plug-in? Huh? Does your car have an iPod plug-in? MENG: No. No. DZHOKHAR: You're sure? What about bluetooth? You got bluetooth? I can plug my phone in and play some stuff? Sorry, there's no... no...no bluetooth. Do you have anyone that cares about you? N...no-nobody care about me here. Then put on the seatbelt. (SEATBELT CLICKS) (SIRENS WAIL) MAN: No-one gets through. You hear me? MAN: Oxygen. We need oxygen now. I don't know, Travis. It's bad. (TEARFULLY) Yeah, it's Sean. I... They tried to take his gun, but he...he wouldn't give it up. They shot him. They... MEDIC: No pulse. He's gone. (CHILLING MUSIC) Dookie, take it easy. Stay under the limit. Damn. This thing moves. Really? Yo, can I drive it? -TAMERLAN: You want to drive it? -Yeah. -TAMERLAN: No way. -Why? Bro, I've never driven a Benz. I really want to drive a Benz. TAMERLAN: Jahar, you're not going to drive this car. -(SIREN WAILS) -TAMERLAN: Get over it. You're going the wrong way, Officer. (TENSE ELECTRONIC MUSIC) (POLICE RADIO CHATTER) TOMMY: Hey! Turn around. Hey, you. Where you heading? Home? We're going to his mother's house. Alright. Get off the street. NEWSREADER: The Boston Marathon tragedy is being described as the worst act of domestic terrorism since the September 11 attacks. However, unlike the attacks on the World Trade Center... Fuck them! You know that's bullshit, right, Manny? -Yes. -9/11? Uh... Muslims didn't blow up those buildings. The US government did. Yes. I...I know. -You know? -I know. Are you saying yes because you believe it or saying yes 'cause you don't want us to kill you? Sorry, I...I don't know who did it. 9...9/11. DZHOKHAR: You need to educate yourself, dawg. For real. That's the problem with this country. No-one knows what goes down. America's fake as fuck. Yeah, yeah. The government did all that shit. The government. To make Americans hate real Muslims. A lot of people who say they were at 9/11, they're all actors. -I didn't know that. -Well, now you know. Of course you didn't. You're conditioned by the media. Yeah. Take your ATM card. Give it to Jahar. What is your PIN number? Your PIN number! I need your PIN number. -What is your PIN number? -6-2-2-8. -Did you get that? -What? -6... -6-2-2-8. (MOCKINGLY) "6-2-2-8." OK. OK, Jahar, get as much money as you can, OK? -Well, I look wack as fuck. -Jahar! -Get as much money as you can. -Alright. (LOW, SOMBRE MUSIC) (INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER) DZHOKHAR: Times Square is... ..42nd Street and Broadway. Boom! GPS VOICE: Time to New York - 3 hours, 42 minutes. Please. Can I just leave and you can take... You can take the car. You want to leave? You want to leave the car? -You asking me to leave the car? -No, fuck that. No, no, no. I...I leave the car. You take the car. TAMERLAN: No, no. You're not going anywhere. -You're gonna stay right there. -I won't call the police. Please. I...I have a family in China. I have mama, I have a daddy. I have a brother. (SOBS) I have... Please. I...I won't call anyone. Just let me go. Shut the fuck up. TAMERLAN: Fill up the tank. (TAPS GLASS) The pump's busted. It's cash only. -Get something to eat too. -DZHOKHAR: Alright. -Want somethin' to eat? -No. -You're not hungry? -No. It's OK. DZHOKHAR: I'll get him something. TAMERLAN: Gonna be a long ride. (LOW, TENSE MUSIC) (GPS BEEPS) (TENSE MUSIC BUILDS) Hey. -Fuck you! -Fuck! (PERCUSSIVE, TENSE MUSIC) Jahar... (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) DZHOKHAR: What the fuck happened? Call the police! Call police, please! -What happened? -Please call! Two people, they kidnapped me. They said they're the marathon bombers. Call the police! MAN: 911, recorded line. What's the nature of your emergency? (MIDDLE-EASTERN ACCENT) I am in Mobil gas station. I have one claiming somebody wants to shoot him. And he stay inside and he won't leave. OPERATOR: Can I speak with him? Hello? Please help me! Please help me! Two...two people, they take to my car, and they have guns. POLICE DISPATCH: All units, possible carjacking. At least two males, white, mid-20s, at the Mobil station off Memorial and River Street. Witness is an Asian male, name unclear. Emergency operator had trouble understanding him. Requesting units to investigate. MAN ON RADIO: Patrol unit 4-88 responding. I don't understand. Why are we doing this? Why are we doing this? Why do I have to take this car? This car's so much better. Because they're gonna be looking for us in this one. Why don't we just get another car? -We'll get a better car. -Get the fucking bombs. Jack a Lambo or something actually working. -Get the fucking bombs, alright? -Just listen for a second! If we get another car, like, an actual car... Listen to me. Tamerlan, please! Listen to me! Stop treating me like a fucking baby. -Listen to me. -You fucking distracted me! You distracted me. That's why he got away. You understand? What? This is not my fault! Are you fucking kidding me? This is your fault. You were up front with him! I was in the back the whole time and went to get snacks! Don't fucking accuse me! Don't fucking accuse me! Fucking be quiet right now. Do you understand? -OK. OK. -Jahar. -You be fucking quiet right now. -Alright, alright. - Or I'll fucking kill you myself. - Do you understand me, Jahar? - Yeah. -I'll fucking shoot you myself. -Alright. -Do you understand me? -Yeah. Yeah. You distracted me. That's how he got away. You're gonna do as I say and grab the fucking bombs. -And put them in the trunk. -Alright. And do as I fucking say! You understand? -Yeah. -Right now. You...fucking get in the car! I'll find somewhere to ditch the Mercedes. And you will follow me. -Got it? -Yeah. -Hey, Phil. What's up? -He's over here, Sarge. -Hey. What's goin' on? -Can't get a word out of him. Let me talk to him. Sir? How are you? You OK? Two people, they take my car. They take my car over there in the... They drive me around for, like, an hour. -And they say they put a... -Wait... These people, they tell me they going to do the explosion in New York. -What? -Explosion. They... They... They're the marathon race bombers. Wait. No, no. Calm down. Just calm down for a second. Did you just say "marathon bombers"? They said to you that they were the marathon bombers? Yes! They told me! They're the marathon bombers! Listen to me. What kind of car do you drive? It's my black Mercedes, SUV. That car has a GPS. The tracking number is 3422347. -How do you know that number? -I just...I just remember. Please. They're very dangerous. You have to catch them. It took a lot of balls to escape like you did. Hey. You're a very brave guy. Do you hear me? Go catch those motherfuckers! Fuck! Fuck! Wasn't my fucking fault! Wasn't my fucking fault! Fuck! You fucking fuck! POLICE DISPATCH: All units, be on alert for a black Mercedes SUV, possible carjacking suspect. GPS shows the vehicle in Watertown, south of Mount Auburn Street. Baker 3-6-4 responding. (TYRES SCREECH) Goodnight, Chris. Maybe stay awake tonight, you know? Just for a change of pace. (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) Sarge, it's Joey. Think I got eyes on that Mercedes called in earlier. I'm gonna flip around and follow him. (LOW, FOREBODING MUSIC) JOEY: He stopped. He's on Laurel, off Dexter. Hold up, Reynolds. I'm coming in behind you. Light 'em up whenever you're ready. (CLICKS OFF GUN SAFETY CATCH) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) -(GUNFIRE) -Fuck! Fuck! No! -Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! -(TYRES SCREECH) (SIREN WAILS) (RELOADS) Fucking shit! Jesus fucking Christ! Shots fired! Shots fired! I need units down here! 61 Laurel Street! Jesus Christ! Joey, you alright, man? Yeah, I'm alright! -(DOG BARKS) -(MAN CALLS OUT) OFFICER: Drop your weapon and come out... Jesus! Give it up! You got nowhere... Fuck! (TRAIN HORN BLARES) DISPATCH: All units, we have shots fired at the vehicle in question from Cambridge. Last seen near Dexter Avenue. We need units to assist in Watertown. (CAR ALARM WAILS) -DZHOKHAR: Can I use the gun? -TAMERLAN: No. No. -Let me use it. -Grab the bomb. -Joey, use the car for cover! -(CAR ALARM BEEPS) (GUNFIRE) TAMERLAN: Light it! Light, light, light! -Ah! God! -WOMAN: What's going on?! (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) JOEY: Oh, Jesus! God...fucking damn it! -Fuck! Joey! -Fuck! Sarge, where are ya? MacLELLAN: Follow me! Follow my voice! (THUD!) Jesus! Dispatch! I need backup down here! (FRANTIC POLICE RADIO CHATTER) MacLELLAN ON POLICE RADIO: They've got explosives. -Shots fired. Shots fired! -(GUNFIRE ON RADIO) -Fuck! -(GUNFIRE) Shit! Jammed. Fuckin' come on! (TAMERLAN YELLS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE) Who the fuck are these guys? DISPATCH: Watertown PD reporting shots fired from black Mercedes matching APB. Delta 9-8-4 responding. (SIREN WAILS) Oh! Fuck! -Sarge! What's goin' on? Sarge! -Get the fuck in the basement! We can take 'em. We can take 'em. -How many clips you got? -This is my last one. -MacLELLAN: Shit! -DZHOKHAR: Fuck you! (LOUD EXPLOSION) (BOTH SCREAM) Doing good. You're doing very good. You OK? Fuck! I'm goin' for my machine-gun. Stay here. You cocksuckin' piece of fuckin' shit. (GUNFIRE) What the fuck?! Sarge! I got a mini-sledge! Give 'em hell, brother! -(CAR ALARMS WAIL) -(DOG BARKS) (GUNFIRE CONTINUES INTERMITTENTLY) Whoa! Miguel, Miguel! It's me, Joey! -Holy shit! Are you alright? -I'm alright. Push onto Laurel. JOEY: Cover my ass. I'll get behind you. -MIGUEL: Let's go. -JOEY: Go slow. JOEY: OK. Go. Go, go! -DZHOKHAR: It won't light. -TAMERLAN: Come on. -Come on, you fucking... -Come on, come on, come on! -DZHOKHAR: Fuck! -(PANTS) -(GUNFIRE) -JOEY: Jesus! Fuck! (TAMERLAN SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE) TAMERLAN: Fuck! Welcome to Watertown, motherfucker! DZHOKHAR: Fuck you, bitch! Fuck! Fuck! JOEY: Christ! Miguel, you alright? Fuck you! Shit! -Arggh! -Joey! (GUNFIRE) Joey, get the gun! Get the gun! -(EXPLOSION) -(SCREAMS) Joey! (MACHINE-GUN FIRE RESUMES) (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) MAN ON RADIO: One firearm was displayed. -Fuck! -(GUNFIRE) (HOLLERS) JOEY: Fall back! Fall back! Go, go, go! Come on! Let's get to the car! -(SIRENS WAIL) -Get behind me! They got fuckin' bombs, Sarge! They're shooting at us! Yeah, no shit. I'm gonna flank 'em. -(SIRENS WAIL) -OFFICER: Get over to the car! (EXPLOSION BOOMS) OFFICER: Joey! -(GUNFIGHT CONTINUES) -(INDISTINCT SHOUTING) OFFICER: We got units coming in! This is it, Jahar. This is it. (DOG BARKS) (TAMERLAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) (GUNFIRE) -(FIRES GUN) -(GASPS) Arggh! (GROANS LOUDLY) -My fucking leg! -Are you OK? Are you OK? -(SIRENS APPROACH AND STOP) -(GUNFIRE) You should prepare. Now. DZHOKHAR: Want some more, motherfuckers? You want some more? -What the fuck? -Jesus! (SIRENS WAIL) OFFICER: Donohue! On my six! (LOW, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) Take the car to New York. You finish it! We're killing them all. We're killing them all. Go fuck 'em up. OFFICER ON POLICE RADIO: Loud explosions! Loud explosions! Loud explosions! (GUN MECHANISM CLICKS) (TAMERLAN GRUNTS) Dookie, go! (GRUNTS) Arggh! (TYRES SCREECH) (CAR ALARM BLARES) (TYRES SCREECH) (JEFF GRUNTS) Fuck! Fuck! (TYRES SCREECH) (GRUNTS) -OFFICER: Take him out! -(RAPID GUNFIRE) Take him out! -(TYRES SCREECH) -(GUNSHOTS) (TYRES SCREECH) Arggh! -(GUNFIRE CONTINUES) -(OFFICERS SHOUT) Officer down! We need an ambulance! Get an ambulance now! -Put your hands on there! -Hold on, Donohue. -Hold on, man. -Hang in there. Hang in there. Get an ambulance! We need help! Officer down! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Go, go, go! This is Delta 9-8-4 in pursuit of a black Mercedes SUV heading east on Laurel Street. -OFFICER: Stop the vehicle! -(GUNFIRE) Stop the vehicle! (GUNFIRE) (GROANS) Get the fuck on the ground! What the fuck's the matter with you? BPD, you fucking morons! We heard black truck! I'm fuckin' sorry! You alright? -That's him there! Come on! -Alright, let's go! Move out! (PANTS) 77-16 to Control. Need an ambulance on Laurel Avenue. Suspect in custody. Shot and run over. Repeat - shot and run over. (PANTS) I gotta fucking quit smoking. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (PANTS) (DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE) He's gone. (MEDICS TALK OVER EACH OTHER) (INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT) -WOMAN: Paddles. -WOMAN 2: Charge to 200, please. -WOMAN 1: Nothing. No pulse. -WOMAN 2: Charging to 200. -WOMAN: All clear? -MAN: Clear. (BEEPING) -WOMAN: Any response? -WOMAN 2: No. WOMAN: Charge to 200. -WOMAN 2: Charging. Clear? -MAN: Clear. -WOMAN: Internal paddles. -MAN: Direct shock to the heart. Chest compression, please, while we do this. I need you to step back. This has to happen now. -Get out of here! -AGENT: I'm with the FBI. This has to happen right now. Just stand back. -SURGEON: Good Lord. -MAN 2: Give me more sponges. I've got to stop the bleeding in here. -WOMAN: He's in. -WOMAN 2: We need paddles. -MAN: Get the paddles ready. -WOMAN: Nothing. No pulse. -WOMAN: All clear? -WOMAN 2: Clear! -(ZAPPING) -WOMAN: Anything? -WOMAN 2: Nothing. -SURGEON: OK. I'm calling it. 1:35am. Mark it. DesLAURIERS: Tamerlan Tsarnaev. Lived in Cambridge with his wife, Katherine, and his younger brother, Dzhokhar. Get HRT, SOG, bomb techs over there right now and shut it down. Give me a hard perimeter. Evacuate a block. -Make it two blocks. -MAN: Got it. -We have a problem. -What's up? -Black Hat, Tamerlan Tsarnaev? -Yes. We might have known this guy. Known him how? Popped up on a Guardian watch list. Alright. Get me the list. Right fucking here! WOMAN ON TV: During the pursuit, one of the suspects was critically injured, transported to hospital, where he was pronounced dead. Now, here's where we stand. Extensive manhunt in Watertown... WOMAN 2: Sources close to the investigation report that an Asian male who came in contact with the suspects told police that the brothers discussed New York City as their next destination. You heard? We got positive ID on Black Hat. -Yes, Tsarnaev. We heard. -Black Hat. What about White Hat? How sure are we that he's still within the perimeter? Hard to be sure in the dark. My guys are runnin' on fumes. Two sheds. -MAN: We're tracking reports. -(DOG BARKS) A taxi picked up a guy matching White Hat's description from Watertown to South Station. Could be he's on his way to New York. OK. GOVERNOR: Warn Governor Cuomo and Mayor Bloomberg. (BARKS) As for Boston, I'm calling it. We're shutting down the city until further notice. Inform all transit systems and let's get a PBA out immediately. All civilians are asked to please shelter in place. Every inch of this city is getting searched. DAVIS: You positive you want to do this, Governor? That's close to martial law. Tell your people to be judicious with the door-kicking. We got laws. People still have rights. GOVERNOR: This murderer is not causing any more harm to this city. We're shutting it down. (P.A. BLEEPS) MAN ON P.A.: State Control with an important announcement. Due to the ongoing manhunt for a person wanted... MAN 2: Police in your area are conducting an ongoing manhunt for a person wanted in connection with Monday's marathon bombing. All businesses in these towns remain closed until further notice. Residents in Watertown, Newton, Waltham, Belmont, Cambridge are advised... MAN 3: ..are advised to stay indoors. Residents should remain and not answer the door unless it is a police officer. MAN 2: Residents are advised to stay away from windows. (LOW, TENSE MUSIC) (INDISTINCT TWO-WAY RADIO CHATTER) MAN ON P.A.: Close your windows. Go back inside your house. Don't answer the door. Boston Police. Open the door, please. You got anybody in the house with you? -No, it's OK. It's cool. -You're supposed to be inside. Get a little air, then head back, alright? -Will do. Thanks. -Alright, pal. Thank you. Alright. Let's move. DISPATCH: Per FBI command, anyone making contact with suspect's wife, Katherine Russell, is instructed to detain in place and advise. Do not Mirandise. Do not interview. -He just said no Miranda. -Yeah. I know. -I never heard of that. You? -No. Never. -Well, who would call that? -I don't know. AG? CIA? Fuckin' President. How do I know? MAN: Basically, he's got home videos, boxing, wrestling. Stuff we see all the time. And porn. A lot of fucking porn. This guy watched more porn than bin Laden. OK, Washington is flying up a team to interview the wife. Let's get her picked up immediately. Sir, we just got a hit on White Hat's phone at UMass Dartmouth. -Get HRT to UMass Dartmouth. -On the way, sir. -(EXPLOSION ON VIDEO GAME) -MAN: Dickhead. (BOTH CHUCKLE) You're missing class for an ass-whoopin'. Lettin' you know. I didn't wanna go to Crystal's stupid party. -(WHISPERS) Hey. -(GUNFIRE ON VIDEO GAME) (GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSION ON VIDEO GAME) (GUNFIRE ON VIDEO GAME) -(EXPLOSION) -OFFICER: Go, go, go, go, go! Get down! Get down! Get down! Get on the floor! Let me see your face! Let me see your face! Don't move. Don't move. Look at me. OFFICER ON RADIO: Victor 1-1. We do not have White Hat. Room is clear for EOD and Forensics. Repeat. We do not have White Hat. No. Negative. Right. We're getting tips from kids saying they buy their pot from White Hat. Apparently, he's the biggest dealer at UMass. Commish, they just called from Black Falcon. They got the wife. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (PHONES AND CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE) (BIRDSONG) # Nobody makes soup in a cup # Like Continental Cup A Soup ! # DAVIS: It never is. MAN: SAC DesLauriers? I'm looking for SAC DesLauriers. -Rick DesLauriers. -Hi. I'm Mike Thomas. May I have a word with you? We're gonna handle the interview from here. Have any of you spoken to her yet? -Not yet. -Everything we have on her. We're good. We're good. Thank you, gentlemen. We will take it from here. (DOOR CLOSES) As`salaam alaikum. As`salaam alaikum. You disrespect the Prophet? Wa-alaikum salaam. Katherine? Are there more bombs? My name is Veronica. I was born in a tent with three walls that said UNICEF on the sides to a mother who could not write her own name. You were born in a room full of flowers and balloons. Your mother is a nurse. -She calls you Katie. -You know nothing about me. Your best friend, Gina Crawford, works at a Starbucks in Cambridge, where you tried to convert her to Islam between skinny caramel macchiatos. -You know nothing. -Are there more bombs? More bombers? You sent Gina a text right after the bombing that said, "A lot more people are killed "every day in Syria and other places. "Innocent people." Did you see the footage on television? We found explosive residue from the bombs in your apartment. On your kitchen table. In your kitchen sink. The kitchen where you made breakfast for your daughter. Are there more bombs? You met Tamerlan in a bar your sophomore year at Suffolk University. -I want a lawyer. -Tell me, Katie. What are the rewards for the wife of a mujahid? If one's husband becomes shahid, what are the gifts bestowed upon his wife? (SCOFFS SOFTLY) Your mind is too small to understand any of this. -Are there more bombs? -I want a lawyer. -No. -No? -No what? -No. -I have rights. -You ain't got shit, sweetheart. -Are there more bombs? -Am I under arrest? Are there more bombs? No? Then you can't keep me. Sit! Who the fuck are these guys? Are there more bombs? You're crazy. You're bat-shit crazy. You know that? You are out of your mind. Your fucking mind. Katie... Your husband is gone. Forever. Sweetheart... ..you are now a widow and have deserted your daughter, who will grow up knowing her father was a monster. Stop. Stop! He didn't even kiss you before he left. Did he? Katie, for the sake of your daughter... ..are there any more bombs? (SNIFFLES) For a Muslim woman, marriage is a lilting dance of duality - strength and submission. Beautiful, selfless, rapturous love of two masters, the carnal and the divine. The life a Muslim woman lives is a dangerous and difficult one. If she does not submit to her husband, there is a spot reserved for her in hell. Yes. My husband kissed me before he left, and he will kiss me again when I see him in heaven. And you can't prove anything. Masha Allah. Ya Allah. (DOOR OPENS) Excuse me. -What do you think? -I think she knew. But you're never gonna prove it. If there are more bombs out there, she'll never tell us. How could a mother do that to her daughter? Good luck, huh? (SIREN WAILS) GOVERNOR: Please tell me you have something for us, because we're losing daylight and I have some decisions to make. She's not talking. Mr Governor, we ran a Guardian search. Black Hat was watch-listed. He was right there all along and we missed him. All these guys. All these leads. You see a Chechen who's not al-Qaeda, who...not even Middle Eastern... Come on, Rick. Fuck that. DAVIS: We all had access to the same database. I mean, who was looking for some narcissistic little princess? Some whiny little bitch who threw a tantrum because he lost a fight? Everybody found out he beat up his girlfriend? DAVIS: He's no martyr. He's a fucking coward. BILLY: We covered Barker Street. We got Washburn... You think this shit is preventable? -Preventable? -Yeah. Um... Seven years ago... ..on March 11... ..went to the doctor. Said we couldn't have any kids. Carol couldn't have any babies. Jesus, Tommy. I didn't know that. I remember after, right after, we went home, parked the car in the driveway, and... You don't make this kind of stuff up. Right there, the Mulaney kids. Three little girls out there playing hopscotch. Little 5-year-old girls. I don't know. We just sat there, dead quiet, watching 'em play. -Like we were in a trance. -Jesus. Sound that Carol made... ..it wasn't crying. It was deeper. No, crying does not describe that kind of sound. I looked into her eyes and... it wasn't pain. More like war. (GRIM MUSIC) TOMMY: Like a war between good and evil right there in her eyes. Like the devil attacked and God was inside of her, fighting back. We got your back. TOMMY: I just held her. I mean... What could I do? You know? (GENTLE, WISTFUL MUSIC) TOMMY: That's all I saw today. Good versus evil, love versus hate. TOMMY: The devil hits you like that, there's only one weapon you have to fight back with. It's love. (GENTLE, WISTFUL MUSIC CONTINUES) TOMMY: That's the only thing he can't touch. What are we gonna do? Hunt 'em down? Catch 'em, kill 'em? All that? They're still gonna get us. No way it can ever be entirely preventable. (DOOR OPENS) -(WOMAN LAUGHS) -Hey! (SOBS, THEN KISSES) TOMMY: Wrap our arms around each other. (WOOLFENDEN SOBS) TOMMY: Let love power us, feed us. I don't think there's any way that they could ever win. I always knew there was a thing of beauty buried deep in the holy soul of Tommy Saunders. (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) You know, four days ago, you and I stood over the body of a dead kid. We can't go back to all those families with nothin'. We owe 'em better. Bet I'll run the marathon before you. It's "befo' you". JESSICA: Before you. "Befo' you." The 'R' is silent. -(CHUCKLES) -"Befo' you." Yeah. NIGELLA LAWSON: Hello, chocolate lovers. James Henry Whittaker came to New Zealand because he was restless to find a better way. It's something that Whittaker's have stuck to generation after generation for well over a hundred years, and now Andrew and Brian have made a luscious new caramel filling. It's creamier, more buttery and velvety. Better in every way ` just as JH would expect. Exactly. Well said. (PLAYS SMOOTH MUSIC) Tonight, I'll be eating a Spicy Bowl on rice with Ora King Salmon from Ha Poke. (DOORBELL DINGS) Kia ora! Whoa, whoa! What are you doing? Lighting! It's important. -Just gonna be right here, OK? -No, no. Come on. Come on. Get your foot in. Get your foot in. The roller's out of the hull. -It's OK. -It came loose from the cover. - It's gonna ruin the hull. - Come on. - It'll just take me one second. OK? -I'm just gonna run and fix it. -They'll shoot you. You're not allowed to be out there. OFFICER: Sir! I just got a call. Someone saw someone suspicious hide in a boat down the street. -In a boat? -A boat. BILLY: Hey, Tommy! -What you got? What's up? -(WHISPERS) He's in the boat. -What? -He's in the boat! There's someone in my boat. - Someone in your boat? Where's the boat? - My boat's right around back. It's got rollers that go underneath the cover. -The rollers came off. -Call it in. BILLY: This is Yankee T-3. We have a possible individual in a boat at 67 Franklin. -Hey. You got a basement? -Yes. Go in the house. Get your family in the basement. Do not move. BILLY: Easy, Tommy. Easy. -(MOUTHS SILENTLY) -(MOUTHS SILENTLY) -(SIREN WAILS) -Fuck! Fuck! -What you got? -Shut them the fuck up! -What the fuck? -It's him. He's in the boat. It could be rigged to fuckin' blow! Let's go! -We're gonna get him! -Get back in your vehicles. -Fuck, fuck, fuck. -BILLY: Secure the street! Clear these fuckin' houses! This is, uh, Yankee T-3. We need an EOD and a tac team at 67 Franklin. We got a possible suspect in the backyard in a boat. -OFFICER: He may have a bomb. -TOMMY: Stand down. Let the tactical unit do their job. Hey! Hey! You gettin' me? What frequency are you on? -Nah, I don't hear ya. -TOMMY: What? The whole state's fuckin' here, Tommy. Everyone's on a different frequency. Guys, radio discipline, please. Stay off the air. Hold back, please. (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) (TENSE MUSIC) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) -(CLATTERING) -He's moving! -OFFICER: Movement! -(GUNFIRE) BILLY: Hold your fire! -Hold your fire! -(GUNFIRE STOPS) Jesus Christ! Guys, lower your weapons. Everyone. -(HELICOPTER WHIRRS) -Shit. I'll tell ya, that boat ain't gonna float. MAN: If you're just tuning in right now, there has been what appears to be a major development in what has been a 19-hour search for a 19-year-old bombing suspect for the marathon bombing. And it has turned into just absolute mayhem. (GOVERNOR SIGHS) It's time to end this. All state and local units stand down immediately. FBI Hostage Rescue will be taking over. -Alright, let's get strikin'. -Victor 1-1, Victor 2-4. Let's move everybody into position. We're clear out here. (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) (GUN MECHANISM CLICKS) -Who the fuck are you? -Ma'am, we're with the FBI. You can go ahead and step down now. We got this. -The FBI? Boston FBI? -No, ma'am. We're from Quantico. Well, I'm from Framingham, Massachusetts, and this is my spot, and I ain't fuckin' leaving. Glad to have you with us, ma'am. Victor 4-4 to Victor 1-1. -I got the boat. -We have the boat. Baseline green. We got the boat. (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) MAN: Victor 1-1, Victor 2-8. Run a few rounds of 40-mike bang in there, try to shake this fellow up a little bit. Excuse me, ma'am. This is about to get pretty loud. I don't give a fuck. (GRENADE WHOOSHES) (MAN YELLS) Come on out! Come on, Dzhokhar! Let's go! (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) MAN ON RADIO: OK, we have movement. We have movement. Arm's moving. (LOW, MOMENTOUS MUSIC) (MOMENTOUS MUSIC CONTINUES) (THUD!) OFFICER: Victor 3-6. One in custody. -Yeah! -(ALL APPLAUD AND CHEER) WOMAN: Police took 19-year-old Dzhokhar Tsarnaev into custody. MAN: Dangerous, as we saw. They got him alive. There is a great sense of relief. (REPORTERS SPEAK VARIOUS FOREIGN LANGUAGES) WOMAN: This is something - a crowd celebrating the news of the arrest of suspect number two in the Boston Marathon bombing. (CROWD CHANTS AND CLAPS) Let's go, Boston! Let's go, Boston! CROWD: Let's go, Boston! GOVERNOR: We have to thank, definitely, the public for the tips and help and the information that we've gotten from them. We also give thanks to the Boston Police... (GOVERNOR CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY) (PEOPLE CHATTER EXCITEDLY) (LOW, MOMENTOUS MUSIC CONTINUES) (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) (SPECTATORS CHEER) DAVID ORTIZ ON P.A.: Alright, Boston. This jersey that we wear today, it doesn't say 'Red Sox'. It say 'Boston'. (CHEERING) We want to thank you, Mayor Menino... ..Governor Patrick... ..the whole police department... ..for the great job that they did this past week. (SPECTATORS WHISTLE AND CHEER) This is our fuckin' city. (CHEERING) And nobody gonna dictate our freedom. Stay strong! (SPECTATORS CHEER) MAN: Two people took many days and weeks to plan out hate. But love responded in an instant. The bombs went off and wreaked incredible havoc, death and destruction. But in that immediate instant afterward, people ran toward us. I first heard the term 'Boston Strong' about two days into the investigation. And for me, it was emblematic of how tough the city and its residents can be. MAN 2: I'm a true patriot. I really do believe in America. And I think 'Boston Strong', it just shows that we're gonna stand up and defend ourselves. We're not gonna take it and be beaten down. We're not gonna bother you, but don't come at us, because we're gonna come back at ya. When's the last time you saw crowds of people cheering the police on like that? That brought tears to my eyes. It really did. MAN: When we captured him, it was the best feeling in the world. As a police officer, I don't ever remember having a better feeling. It's almost like we just won the war. In the weeks after the bombings, when I had the opportunity to visit many of the most severely injured Boston Marathon bombing survivors, I was absolutely amazed by the strength and resiliency of the human spirit exhibited in these individuals. It was absolutely amazing. MAN: I think that day on Boylston Street, the bombers took lives and limbs, they took some of our sense of security, but they took a lot less than they intended, and they gave us back some things they didn't intend us. They gave us a stronger sense of community, of common cause. And I think we've seen that in other examples around the world. PATRICK DOWNES: When we see the news that another attack has happened, in Brussels, Islamabad, Nice, Orlando, San Bernardino, Paris, I think it's important we think about these people around the world not as victims of violence but ambassadors for peace. You know, I have a tremendous amount of optimism and hope for the future. Going forward with Leo, I hope that he views the world with open eyes, lots of questions and a sense of humour. This has been the absolute worst and lowest time in our lives as well as the best, as bizarre as that is to say, and not that I don't miss my legs - I miss them every day - but after being the recipients of such incredible care and kindness, the very least I can do is get out of bed and try again and try to make this world a little bit better for somebody else. DOWNES: About two years after the bombing, I got a running leg and started to practise with it. But I still didn't know I could get to the finish line until we took the turn onto Boylston. That was the hardest stretch of the race because it was running past the spot where a bomb had gone off and changed our lives, took the lives of three others. (CHEERING) P.A.: Sarah Kensky and Tom Treacy from New York. Mark McCahill, North Carolina. And here comes Patrick Downes. Patrick Downes, who lost a leg in 2013, met by his wife, Jessica Kensky. (SPECTATORS APPLAUD) There are great moments. There are inspiring moments. There are moments to savour and treasure. (HOPEFUL, SERENE MUSIC)