here.
Listen, it's over.
Nobody is coming to help you.
You're the crazy lady.
So why don't you just come out of there?
Nobody has to die.
My husband
didn't jump off that building.
He didn't fall off it either.
You're taking things too personally.
We needed a coffin
because they aren't X-rayed.
We needed a credible hijacker
who knew the plane.
Those are the breaks.
You really wanna kill a little girl?
He wouldn't mind. I know that.
The harder this gets,
the more he seems to enjoy himself.
But what about you?
What about you?
You wanna kill my little girl?
Is that our suspect?
Negative on that.
That is not our suspect.
Julia...
Honey, can you hear me?
God, what did they do to you?
OK.
Your husband didn't fall off the roof.
He flew off.
Come on. Come on out.
Nobody's coming for you.
You know why?
Because nobody cares.
People will think what I tell them
to think. That's how authority works.
We picked her up,
shoved her into a food bin
and nobody even looked up.
You understand what I'm saying?
Nobody cares about Julia.
All right, it's over.
Let's finish it. All right.
We'll be safe back here, honey.
What are you gonna do?
You gonna blow us up?
No. Just you.
Good Lord, she did it.
Dispatch, this is F.B.I. Ground One.
All units back to the outer markers.
Evac Transport Three
switching to secure three.
- My God, she's...
- What is she holding?
She's holding her daughter.
Her daughter.
Let's go, people. Go.
She looks like you.
Yeah.
Yeah, there's a bit of her dad
in there, too.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
Miss Pratt. Our office in Berlin
has detained the morgue director.
They'd like you
to I.D. A picture of him.
Can it wait?
Sure.
The van's here, ma'am.
Whenever you're ready.
Honey, look.
I told you there was a little girl.
She never gave up.
Mommy?
Hi, honey.
- Mommy?
- Yeah, I'm right here.
Mommy's right here, baby.
Are we there yet?
Not yet.
Almost.
Here. Hop on up.
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