(Cell phone ringing)
(Ring)
(Ring, beep)
- Jenny? - Kate. Oh, thank God.
Um, h... have you heard from Kevin?
No, I haven't. Have you?
No, I've been calling him to test our system
and he's not answering,
and I'm freaking out a little bit.
Um, do you have any idea where he is?
Kate? Kate, are you there?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.
What's going on? Where's Kevin?
Jenny, I need you to stay calm, okay?
Something's happened.
Crime scene at a fire? Never done one of these before.
After this, you might not want to.
Building was being rehabbed,
so the place was supposed to be empty.
I guess our victim didn't get that memo.
Do we know who our victim is?
Uh, no... (Cell phone ringing)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's Jenny.
It's go time. Hi, Jenny.
Are you having contractions? Are you...
Oh.
No. No, it's good to double-check
if my phone's working... or triple-check.
Okay, all right, sweetie. Talk to you soon. (Laughs)
(Beep) False alarm.
- What is she, uh, two days past her due date? - Three.
So, it could happen at any minute.
Can you believe it? Me as a dad.
No, Ryan, you're gonna be great. (Sighs)
You guys pick a name?
No, we couldn't agree on one.
So we're waiting to see if it's a boy or a girl,
and then decide.
May I suggest... (Whispers) "Cosmo"?
No, you may not.
And rather than pick a name for my kid,
you should pick a date for your wedding.
Pick a date for my wedding?
I was planning on bringing her.
Really? When is that? I might have plans.
Oh.
(Indistinct radio chatter)
(Man) Hey.
I'm Mark Kimball, building and safety.
Do you guys really need to be in here?
It's where our crime scene is.
Ah. Well, don't stay any longer than you have to.
Fire did structural damage. I need to clear the building.
We should be in and out.
- Okay. - Thanks.
(Radio chatter)
(Camera shutter clicking)
So, do we know who the victim is?
Nope. Dude had a wallet. It's burned to a crisp.
Even if he was a dude. It's even hard to tell that.
I see what you mean.
Actually, he is a dude,
which is about all I could tell you right now.
- Is that a bullet hole? - Probably a nine.
So needless to say, this wasn't from natural causes.
(Woman) Neither was the fire.
This is lieutenant Delia Burton.
She's a fire investigator with F.D.N.Y.
Detective Beckett. Mr. Castle.
(Beckett) Nice to meet you.
So this was arson?
Well, it's looking that way.
I found miniscule traces of accelerant at the flashpoint.
So the killer set the fire to cover up the murder?
Except there's no accelerant on the body.
And the fire's flashpoint is deeper in the building.
You know, normally, when you're disposing of a body,
you're gonna make sure it burns.
So maybe our victim surprised the arsonist...
And the arsonist killed him, silencing him as a witness?
That's how it looks to me.
Then again, homicide's not my specialty.
No, uh, but fire is.
Would you mind keeping me in the loop
in case you find anything else?
Sure.
As soon as I know what happened, so will you.
(Building creaks)
- Oh, what was that? - The building.
You guys should probably go.
Sounds good.
See ya.
(Sighs)
I'm... marrying him.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Uh, why don't we just look into whoever owns this place?
See if they know who would've been in here.
Right.
I have no idea who he is.
Wasn't nobody supposed to be in there
- on account of the renovation. - Mm-hmm.
Maybe the guy was a bum or a squatter or something.
But, hey, you know.
Human life, still a tragedy, right?
Mr. Turino, let's talk about why no one was there.
Not even a security guard.
Wasn't your building basically abandoned
after you stopped renovations three months ago?
Due to a cash flow problem?
Who are you again?
Just someone who couldn't help but notice
your bank required high levels of insurance on that building
as a condition of granting you the loan.
So?
So a total-loss insurance claim
would solve all of your cash flow problems.
Right. The downside being, you'll go to prison for murder.
Are you kidding me?
I wouldn't burn down my own building.
Okay, somebody else must've done it.
Tell me, Mr. Turino,
are you involved in organized crime?
I take offense to that.
Just because I'm Italian, I'm in the mob?
No, I think you are in the mob because you're a known member
of the Maneri crime family, and you also have convictions
in racketeering, fraud, assault...
Yeah, okay. Okay. I moved on.
I'm out of the life now.
It was my dream to rehab that building
and flip it, retire to Boca.
Now that dream? It's up in smoke.
(Click)
- Yo, Beckett. - Yeah?
So Art Turino's alibi checks out.
He was at the Pink Palace Gentleman's Club last night
stuffing G-strings from 8:00 P.M. to 4:00 A.M.
Yeah, but that doesn't mean he's in the clear.
I mean, Turino wouldn't do this himself.
Well, I'll see if anyone he's been hanging with
has any connection to arson.
Okay, I'll grab Castle.
We'll see if Lanie's got anything new on our vic.
Still no ID, and he's not in any missing person's report.
We get a match on the bullet?
It's not in the system,
but the cause of death was definitely
a GSW to the head.
No smoke in the lungs,
so he was already dead before the fire got going.
Whoa. Beats getting roasted alive.
I'm right there with you.
Also, he was healthy, muscular.
His teeth were in good shape. So he probably wasn't homeless.
Plus he had great medical care.
How can you tell?
He had a fractured leg that was splinted...
(Paper rustles) with metal plates and screws.
- Quality work, too. - Can the plate be traced?
I'm already on it.
(Delia) Was it the left leg?
Anterior femur, mid-way down?
That's right. How did you know?
I know who he is.
He's a fire investigator named Blake McCann.
He was my partner.
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Okay. Got it, Lanie.
(Beep)
So dental records confirm that our victim is Blake McCann.
(Chair scrapes floor)
I'm very sorry.
He was a good man.
Most decent person I ever knew.
Do you know of anyone in his life
that would've wanted to hurt him?
Just the person who left this.
I found it at the fire scene.
What is it?
This pattern is made by accelerant.
From the staining pattern, probably benzoyl peroxide,
squeezed from a tube.
Blake found the same pattern in ten other burned buildings.
So it's a signature?
Of a serial arsonist.
Blake has been hunting this guy for years.
It's how he spent every spare minute.
In fact, he had just taken some vacation days
to work the case.
When I found the symbol, I called him.
He didn't call me back. I, uh...
I just had an awful feeling.
Did he know who the arsonist is?
Did he have any suspects?
Not that he ever told me.
He just called him "The Phantom,"
because he seemed to be able to slip in and out
of buildings without people ever noticing.
Until now, maybe.
Well, that's gotta be it, right?
I mean, Blake went in that building
because he was after the guy.
And that's who killed him.
It's too soon to know, but it's a place to start.
Now, we're gonna need copies of his case files
linked to the arsonist.
Well, he took a bunch of them home with him.
I'll have detectives pick them up.
The rest are at the office. I'll get them over to you.
Great.
(Magnet clicks)
So, I talked to Blake McCann's co-workers, his ex-wife,
and if he's got any enemies, I am not finding them.
Leaving us with The Phantom.
Can you please not call him that?
It just... it sounds silly.
Sillier than the "arsonist"? Which starts with "arse"?
At least with "The Phantom" he's got some mystique.
He doesn't deserve mystique. He's a murderer.
Yeah, but killing is not a part of his usual M.O.
Until now, all the buildings he torched were empty.
Okay. All right, so what else do they have in common?
Not much. All the buildings were older,
but some were residential, some were office buildings.
There were two in Manhattan and the rest in Brooklyn
and in Queens.
Were they insured?
A couple of them, but not all of them.
So it probably was not arson-for-hire.
Which means he's doing this for himself.
He's burning these buildings to satisfy an inner need.
And like a serial killer, there's a reason
why he chooses the buildings he does.
There's a pattern or something.
- Ooh! - What?
Entry from three days ago. McCann wrote down a name.
Adam Ferguson.
(Esposito) - Clear. (Ryan) - Clear.
I'd say someone besides us is interested in Blake McCann.
Yeah, looks like this place was tossed after he was killed.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
That the arsonist shot him
and then got word McCann left a paper trail.
He came here searching for any files or evidence
that would point to him.
Maybe our prep tossed the place because he couldn't find them.
But McCann had no reason to hide those files.
They'd be out on a table, a desk or a nightstand.
Wait.
McCann's car. It wasn't in the driveway.
Or in the garage.
He probably drove it to that building
before he was killed. It could still be down there.
Yeah, with those files in it.
(Typing, computer beeps)
Here it is. Adam Ferguson.
And Blake McCann helped put him away
on multiple arson counts.
He got out of prison five years ago.
Which, by wild coincidence, is right about the same time
those buildings started getting torched.
Not only that, but check this out. (Paper rustles)
Look at who Blake called on his cell
the day before he was killed.
Yeah, Blake McCann called me.
To talk about what?
Just a chat between friends.
Where were you last night
between 9:00 and 1:00 A.M., Mr. Ferguson?
Why?
Because he was murdered by an arsonist he was hunting.
Well, that's a real shame.
An arsonist not unlike yourself.
Matter of fact, one of his final acts
was to write down your name.
Not because I killed him.
It must've been The Phantom. I don't know his real name.
How do you know about him at all?
Blake told me.
He called me.
Asked me to meet him in some deli in the Village.
He was all stalled out about catching this Phantom guy.
He asked for my help, and I said I'd give it to him.
Even though he put you in prison?
Blake paid me for my time.
Plus, uh, he let me see some photos of the fires.
(Chuckles) So we both got something out of the deal.
And what other wisdom did you offer him?
Any idiot can slosh gas around and light a match.
But this guy? He knew fire,
knew how it spread.
See, buildings are just like people.
There's a weak spot, a soft underbelly.
He would find it, use it, unleash an inferno
with barely any accelerant.
That...
is an artist.
So how did any of this help McCann?
I gave him some tips.
I told him he was looking for someone
who cases buildings carefully.
Visits them a few times before he strikes.
What else?
An artist like The Phantom? He wants to admire his work.
It's not enough that he sets the fire.
He needs to feel the heat.
To listen to the music.
The roar of the flames, the moans of the buildings
as they give in... that's what he lives for.
Which is why with every fire he sets,
he is there watching.
(Gates) What do you make of his story?
The staff at the deli where he said he met with McCann
remembers seeing them.
There's no way to really know what they talked about.
McCann could've accused him of being The Phantom.
Maybe he is The Phantom.
We don't have anything that links him
to any of the arsons yet, so...
Dig into his alibi and associates.
See if you can find anything that's solid.
Okay.
(Footsteps depart)
You know, one thing about his story
that does ring true... on a character level...
is about how the arsonist watches his own fires.
Yeah, well, I've got UNIs canvassing the fire scene
and checking into all the security cameras
in the area for anyone that was hanging out.
(Cell phone ringing)
(Beep) Beckett.
Yo, found McCann's car.
It was parked two blocks from the fire,
and there was something inside.
Arson files?
No, looks like a couple of files
that he put together himself.
One's about the building that he was burned up in.
What's the other one?
Give me that.
It's an old shoe factory in Brooklyn on Arcadia Lane.
Looks like it's been empty for five years.
(Lowered voice) You know, maybe those files were on buildings
that McCann thought were being targeted.
He was right about one of them.
Listen, Espo, we believe that the arsonist
cases the buildings he burns.
So check that factory, and see if anyone
suspicious has been seen inside.
We're on it.
(Beeps)
(Door creaks)
Man, look at this place.
Fire would be an improvement.
Yeah.
Looks like no one's set foot in here in years.
It's pretty creepy.
Hey! Look.
Trust me, bro, your ringer is all the way up.
Just wanted to make sure.
Jenny might call me at any minute.
Pulling your phone out isn't gonna make it happen
any sooner.
You just need to chill.
And... you know this from your vast experience
of having zero kids?
All right, you know what? You're all emotional right now.
- So I'm gonna let that go. - Hmm.
(Sighs) All right. Let's get back.
There's nothing to see here.
Oh, wait a minute.
Abandoned building with a brand-new lock?
(Cocks gun)
(Clanging)
(Chain clatters)
(Door rattling)
NYPD! Anybody here?!
All clear.
Clear.
What the hell?
Javi, these are blasting caps here.
And accelerants up the wazoo.
Look. (Whistles)
This isn't the arsonist's next target. It's his workshop.
(Alarm blaring and beeping)
We must've set off an alarm.
It's not an alarm!
Get out. Get out now!
(Explosion)
(Glass shatters, car alarms blaring)
So I checked the security cameras near the fire.
They were disabled.
Disabled how?
Someone used a can of spray paint,
mounted it on a pole, and blacked out the lenses
of both cameras just minutes before the fire.
Well, that must've been the arsonist.
Maybe somebody saw them do it.
Can we canvass the area? And by "we," I mean,
obviously, somebody else.
What are you looking for?
And don't tell me.
It's something completely inappropriate for the workplace.
No, not this time.
Uh, given that everyone
uploads everything to the Internet nowadays,
I thought I might see
if anyone else out there took a video of that fire, and look.
(Beeps)
If the arsonist was watching that fire,
he might be in this video.
- Can you turn up the sound? - Yeah.
(Breathing heavily)
That doesn't look right.
Seriously?
A lot better quality than a security camera.
No, babe, I'm talking about the building.
That fire just started.
Huh.
"Huh," what?
Fire department's not even there.
I mean, they're not on their way.
You can't hear the sirens.
So how did the cameraman know there was a fire
when nobody else did?
And listen to that.
He's not yelling for anyone to call 9-1-1.
He's not saying anything.
(Breathing heavily)
Look at the camera work... very smooth, steady.
- You... you don't think... - Yeah. I do.
This isn't just footage of the fire.
It was shot by the arsonist.
We have to track down whoever posted that video.
Got you.
That won't be so easy. (Typing)
Usually there's a file embedded in the video
with data on the camera, but it's been stripped out.
Can you tell where it was first uploaded?
Let me see.
(Beeping)
Looks like the video got bounced around the net
from site to site,
but this is where it started.
(Flames whooshing)
Pyrolicious.com. Really?
Wow. Okay.
A site that caters to fire fetishists.
I didn't even know there was a fire fetish.
The actual term is "pyrophilia."
Further proof that the Internet
has something for everyone.
(Whispers) I'm not gonna ask how you knew that.
(Normal voice) So when did this video show up there?
(Typing) About an hour after the fire was put out.
And who runs this site?
It's registered to a Milo Pavlik.
Does he have a record?
(Typing)
Oh, yeah. He burnt down his family house
when he was 19.
Where do we find this Milo Pavlik?
(Pounds on door)
Milo Pavlik! NYPD, open up!
What? Hi, hey. What are you doing?
Where did this video come from?
Listen, nothing I do here is illegal.
I... I simply provide fire enthusiasts around the globe...
This fire was set by an arsonist. (Door closes)
Not to mention a murderer.
So who shot this video? Was it you?
No. What? It w... it wasn't me.
(Cell phone chimes) Then how'd it get up on your site?
Sorry, it's a text.
I don't care. How did it get up on your site?
I have a drop-box outside. People leave stuff.
It was on a U.S.B. drive.
It was quality material, so I uploaded it.
Who dropped it off?
I don't know. I have no idea.
That's very convenient. Now, did this person
ever provide any other material?
Oh, yeah. H... he has a real eye, this one.
Sent me a few choice items. (Cell phone chimes)
If it really was someone else and they're submitting videos,
then he visits the site.
I'm gonna need the names of all of your members
along with records of site traffic
over the past five years.
Pretty sure you need a warrant for that.
Not if you agree to cooperate... (Chimes)
which I highly encourage you to do.
Hey, who the hell keeps texting you?
It's a news alert.
There's a 3-alarm fire going in Brooklyn.
Where in Brooklyn?
Uh, some factory on Arcadia Lane.
Oh, no.
(Sirens wailing)
(Tires screech)
(Door closes)
(Indistinct shouting)
Still no answer. Not from Ryan or Esposito.
Detective. Are you sure they're inside?
Yeah, they were checking the building
in connection with an arson homicide,
and they haven't called in yet.
You need to alert your rescue teams.
Detective, the building's fully involved.
I just had to pull out the interior attack teams.
I can't send in a rescue company
until it's more contained.
Wait, more contained?
If my guys are in there, I need you to bring them out.
If we could get in there, I would.
But there's been a partial collapse inside.
I almost lost six of my guys.
We'll do everything we can, detective,
but this building's a firestorm. Every floor.
If your guys are in there, I'm sorry.
They're probably already gone.
Chief?
Fire.
What started it?
Shattered windows and structural damage
indicate some kind of explosion.
Maybe, um...
maybe they weren't inside.
Their car's here and they haven't called.
They're inside.
I shouldn't have let them go in. Not alone. I should've...
There's no way you could've known that. (Cell phone ringing)
This isn't you.
It's the arsonist. (Ring)
It's Jenny.
(Ring) Why would she be calling you?
Maybe she's heard from them.
Maybe she knows that they're safe.
(Ring, beep) Jenny?
Kate. (Exhales) Oh, thank God.
Um, h... have you heard from Kevin?
No, I haven't. Have you?
No. I've been calling him to test our system,
and he's not answering.
And I'm... I'm freaking out a little bit. Um...
do you have any idea where he is?
Kate? Kate, are you there?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.
What's going on? Where's Kevin?
Jenny, I need you to stay calm, okay?
Something's happened.
...And as firefighters struggle
to bring the blaze under control,
we now have unconfirmed reports that two NYPD detectives
were inside the building at the time of the explosion.
We'll be bringing you live updates
as the news comes in.
(Remote clicks)
Sir, is it true?
We don't know.
What we do know is that
detectives Ryan and Esposito were investigating
that building for ties to a serial arsonist.
And it's possible that the explosion in that building
was deliberately set by that same arsonist...
a man suspected in ten other fires,
as well as the murder of a member
of the New York Fire Department.
And if it is true,
then this sick son of a bitch has just added two of our own
to his list.
On your desk, you will find copies of all the files
we have on each one of these arsons.
Somewhere in there, there is a trail.
Somewhere in there, there is a clue
as to who he is.
And he needs to be brought to account.
(Building creaking)
(Rumbling, objects crashing)
(Flames crackling, rumbling continues)
(Creaking continues)
(Rumbling continues)
Ryan!
(Coughing)
Kevin! Kevin, is that you?
(Coughing continues)
You all right?
Yeah, yeah.
Aah, I can't move.
My legs are stuck.
(Panting)
(Grunting)
(Strained voice) It's too heavy! Oh...
It's an oven in here. You should get out, man.
Not without you, partner.
(Rumbling and crashing)
(Exhales) Last thing I remember is the floor giving way.
How far do you think we fell?
At least two floors.
Ah, must've rigged this place... (Coughs)
Probably to destroy any evidence
in case it was found.
Yeah, including us.
Not if I can help it. (Coughing)
- You ready? - Yeah.
All right, here we go. (Groaning)
(Groaning continues)
They're smart. They're survivors.
If there's a safe place inside that building,
they may have found it. They may still be alive.
Yeah, but for how long?
The two folders in McCann's car...
he knew that this building was next. How?
Somehow, he must've figured out
the arsonist's pattern.
Which means there is a pattern.
And if he figured it out, so can we.
Move back!
Everybody back!
Move back!
What's going on?
This building's gone.
We have to move to a defensive attack.
The other structures are in danger.
You're just giving up?
No, our teams just went through
the other buildings. They're tinderboxes.
If we don't hold the line, we could lose the whole block.
(Voice breaks) Kate.
(Groaning) (Grunts)
That ceiling's gonna give way at any minute.
You need to get out of here, okay?
Shut up.
I'm trying to save your life.
(Laughing)
(Groans)
(Object clangs)
Here we go.
There.
(Groaning)
(Grunts)
(Panting) Hold on.
Yeah.
- Ready? - Yeah.
(Groaning) (Creaking)
Aah! Go, go, go, go, go, go!
(Panting)
(Bar clatters) I'm okay! I'm okay!
- Can you walk? - I don't know. Give me a hand. I'm okay.
(Groans) Come on.
(Groaning)
How's it feel?
I can stand.
Where are we?
Looks like some kind of sub-basement.
I don't see any doors.
Look.
Looks like that was our way out.
Yeah, I don't think we wanted to go up anyway.
(Coughs)
We're not gonna get out without help.
(Exhales) My phone's busted from the fall.
How about you?
Uh... yeah, I got nothing.
All right, well, as big as this thing is,
fire department's gotta be out there.
They gotta be on scene.
Yeah. We should let them know that we're down here.
Yeah.
Yo!
Anybody hear us?! Down here!
Anybody up there?!
Hey!
We're down here!
Hey! Down here!
Fire's too loud. They can't hear us.
I got an idea.
(Breathing heavily)
(Metal clangs)
- Maybe the sound will carry up. - Yeah.
- Let 'em know we're down here. - Yeah.
(Metal clanging)
Down here! Hey!
Hey!
Hey! Down here, anybody!
Hey!
(Esposito) Come on! Hey!
(Voices fade)
- Hey! - Down here! Hey!
Hey!
(Metal clanging)
Hey!
Stop!
(Breathing heavily)
What?
(Exhales) They can't hear us.
(Object thuds)
We can't just quit, man.
Gotta save our strength.
For what?
Nobody knows we're down here.
It's only a matter of time before the fire
sucks all the oxygen out of the room.
Gotta be some way... outta here,
some other way of letting them know
that we're down here.
Yeah? Like what?
I don't know. Somethin'.
Yeah.
Well, unless you have... an oxygen tank,
a pair of wings, and a Nomex suit...
we're gonna cook.
(Laughs)
Yeah. (Breathing heavily)
(Coughs)
Maybe not.
What do you mean they're pulling back?
According to the I.C., the building is structurally
compromised and they can't get their men in.
At this point, they don't feel
that it's a rescue operation anymore.
It's a recovery.
Okay, detective.
Let me know if you hear anything more.
Yes, sir. (Beep)
Anything?
No, according to McCann's file, the building was condemned,
but there's nothing here to indicate
why it was the next target.
Beckett!
She was at the police barricades.
Jenny, you shouldn't be here.
The hell I shouldn't. My husband's in there. (Gasps)
What's... what's going on?
She's having contractions.
You're in labor?
(Lanie) How far apart?
Five minutes, maybe.
Whoa, no. She can't... we gotta get you to a hospital.
Medic, over here. This woman's in labor.
No. I'm not... I'm not leaving. Not without Kevin.
Jenny, there's nothing you can do here.
He's inside, Kate.
And if he doesn't make it out, if this is it...
I need to be here.
Let me at least get you inside of an ambulance.
You need to lie down so we can make sure
that everything is okay.
Okay, but I'm not leaving without him.
Okay.
I can't believe this is happening.
This is like some kind of a dream.
(Exhales) I just keep waiting to wake up,
but it's like I can't do anything.
(Exhales) It's like there's nothing we can do.
All we can do is be here for them.
(Cell phone ringing)
(Beep) Beckett.
(Static)
Hello?
(Flames crackling) (Coughs) Beckett?
Beckett? Beckett, can you hear me?
(Static) Beckett?
Beckett? Can you hear me, Beckett?
Ryan? Ryan, is that you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's me, Beckett! Listen, uh...
That building that... that we went into...
uh, it wasn't just the next arson target.
It... it was his lair.
He rigged it to blow, and now we're trapped inside.
The whole place is in flames.
Yes, I know, Ryan. We're right outside.
We've got the whole fire department here.
(Voice breaks) We thought... you guys were dead.
(Building creaks)
Well, we will be soon if we don't get some help.
(Radio chatter, sirens wailing)
Exactly where in the building are you?
Some kind of sub-basement mechanical room
about 20 feet down from the main floor.
There's no windows, no doors.
(Paper rustles)
- Well, this doesn't make any sense. - Why?
Well, according to these plans,
this building has a slab foundation.
There is no basement area.
Well, I don't know what to tell you, pal.
We're in some kinda basement.
So there's something wrong with your freakin' plans.
They're alive?
Yeah, but they're in an unmapped portion
of the building, a sub-basement.
The... the fire crews can't get to them.
We need to find them
another way out of that room.
What makes you think there's another way out?
The arsonist set the explosives
to go off to eradicate
all evidence if he was ever found.
But what if someone discovered him
while he was still in the building?
He'd need a way out.
That could be the reason that sub-basement
isn't on the building plans.
I think the arsonist doctored those plans.
What makes you think that?
Ryan said when they found the workspace,
it was right next to an open air shaft.
That air shaft ran all the way down
to the sub-basement.
You think it's an escape route?
If the cops were to raid this place,
and they're covering the front and the back
of the building, where's he gonna go?
To the one room that isn't on their plans.
Then he blows the place,
and everyone thinks he's been killed.
What better way to cover his tracks
than disappear in a fire.
But it only works if there's another way
out of that room.
And the only one to know that
- would be our arsonist. - We need to find him.
Sir?
I've got something.
(Typing) I went back through the Pyrolicious web site.
Six of their videos are of fires
attributed to our arsonist. Each was uploaded
to the site shortly after the buildings burned.
But here's the interesting part.
One web site member logged in and viewed
each of these videos
just minutes after they were posted.
But only these videos.
That's him.
He's checking out his work.
What's this member's name? (Types)
I don't have his real name. Just a user name...
firebug447.
- Who is he? - I don't know.
The man has an account on your web site.
You charge your users. How can you not know?
He paid with a cashier's check
back when I was offering a lifetime membership.
He mailed it in.
- You're lying. - I swear!
I only know his user name... firebug447.
You listen to me.
I've got two officers about to burn.
Now, if you know anything about this man,
you are gonna tell me, or I will bury you
as an accessory to murder.
We chat sometimes over I.M.
What would he say?
We talk about fire, how buildings burn.
Did he say anything that could help us
identify who he is?
No. I'd sometimes ask.
But he was careful.
He did once say why he did it.
He said he couldn't... deal with the suffering,
that sometimes sick and dying buildings
need to burn to be put out of their misery.
(Indistinct shouting, radio chatter)
And you're sure you don't see another way out?
If there is, it's covered by debris.
Any idea where that way out might be?
Castle's on the phone with the building department.
He's trying to get ahold of the original blueprints.
We're assuming there even is a way out.
We're giving this guy more credit than he deserves.
(Exhales) We're both getting sleepy.
Carbon monoxide's building up. (Breathing heavily)
Ryan, you listen to me. You need to hang on, okay?
They're coming for you.
I appreciate the pep talk, but we both know
the fire's too hot. They don't know where to look.
No.
Ryan...
We're gonna lose the phone soon, Beckett, so...
there's something I need you to do.
(Labored breathing)
Jenny.
What? What is it?
It's him.
It's Kevin? (Exhales and sniffles)
Is it you?
It's really you?
Yeah. Yeah, it's me, beautiful.
Oh, thank God. Where are you?
The baby's coming.
I'm inside.
Inside...
Uh...
I'm sorry. I know I promised, but... (Clears throat)
I'm not gonna be there.
(Voice breaks) Don't say that.
Please, don't say that.
Sorry.
(Groans, exhales deeply)
I love you more than anything.
Remember that.
Always remember that.
(Crying) Kevin, please. No, don't leave me.
(Chuckling) I don't wanna.
(Breaths heavily) We need a name. For the baby.
We need to do that together.
If it's a boy...
Javier.
(Breathing heavily)
(Sniffling) And if it's a girl?
Sarah Grace, after your grandmother.
(Sniffles) I love you so much, Kevin.
I love you.
I love you, too... (Static)
Kevin? (Crackles)
Kevin?
(Sobbing)
(Breathing heavily)
(Telephone thuds)
"Javier"?
You're gonna name a white Irish kid "Javier"?
What? You're gonna bust on me now for being sentimental?
I figure it's my last chance.
(Laughing)
(Exhales) No.
No, no.
We're getting out of here. There's a way out,
and we're gonna find it.
I'm not leaving Jenny.
I'm not leaving my baby without a dad.
All right?
Hey, hey! Javi...
No, no, no, Javi.
No, no, no! Don't you dare fall asleep on me!
Don't you dare, Javi! Javi?!
(Panting)
(Breathing heavily)
(Exhales deeply)
(Panting)
I don't wanna do this, Lanie.
Not without him.
- I know, baby. - Ooh. (Exhales)
- I know, I'm here. I'm here. - Mm.
Contractions are two minutes apart.
It's coming. (Groans)
And we'll do it here. Together. Okay?
(Cries)
Detective.
We may have caught a break.
According to Milo Pavlik, our arsonist picked his targets
because the buildings were "sick and dying,"
and "needed to be put out of their misery."
So, I went back through the files,
all of the building inspector reports,
and he was right.
Each of the targeted buildings had issues...
structural defects, wiring problems, rot.
Okay, but how did our guy know that?
He didn't just case the buildings.
He spent time inside.
I think that's what Blake discovered,
how he got on to this place.
Do you have those files that Ryan and Esposito found?
Yeah, right here.
The building inspection reports... who signed them?
Uh, "Mark Kimball."
(Exhales)
All of these files, each one,
they have one thing in common...
the building inspector was Mark Kimball.
That's how he got inside the buildings,
operated without being seen. It was his job.
Which means he had access to the building department.
That's how he was able to change building plans
without anyone knowing. (Typing)
If he's the arsonist, we have to find him.
Oh, God. He's here.
Kimball! Don't move.
The basement! Is there a way out?
Is there?
I don't know what you're talking about.
The hell you don't!
Is there a way out?
Those guys in there... they are my friends.
If they die, you die.
What's it gonna be?
It's your choice.
(Flames crackling)
(Pounding)
(Wall thuds)
(Grunting and speaking indistinctly)
(Indistinct speaking continues)
(Man) Check the other one.
(Speaking indistinctly)
Rescue seven, status?
(Static)
Rescue seven, do you have them?
(Static)
Rescue seven, are they alive?
There.
(Panting)
(Coughing)
Espo. Espo.
(Coughing)
You scared us, buddy. You scared us.
Ryan, hey!
You smell great.
(Exhales)
Where's Jenny?
(Radio chatter)
(Baby crying)
(Ryan gasps)
(Baby crying)
(Crying) Kevin! You're alive.
(Lanie) Javi!
(Muffled voice) Thank God.
(Kisses)
(Whispers) Oh.
(Gasps) You're both beautiful.
Kevin...
I'd like you to meet Sarah Grace.
(Sniffles)
(Giggles)
(Jenny panting)
(Baby giggling and babbling)
(Crying)
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