Torn

Anybody home?

Walter?

...complete with emergency vehicles

from as far away as Oakland. Fire crews from Union City

have joined Newmont detachments from all seven stations,

and although the fire is contained,

it still burns fiercely inside the food court itself.

Now, early reports point to a gas main

ruptured by a PG&E repair crew as the cause of the explosion

in the food court, but this has yet to be confirmed.

Oh, my God.

Once again, there was a tragic explosion earlier this evening

at the Newmont shopping mall. Ten lives have been lost,

and the list of the injured continues to grow.

Yup.

This is Michelle Gould reporting live from Newmont.

Hungry?

Yeah.

My princess,

I bring you savory shish kebabs

made by authentic savage Pakis.

I wanted fried chicken, Ali.

But this is better.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Is Walter home?

No.

Let me just check.

Just a sec, just a sec. Let me just check.

Hey, it's Walter. Leave a message.

He's not picking up.

Let me check the machine.

Okay.

Hey, Mom, Dad.

My phone died, again,

and this was the only number I could remember.

Anyway, I'm going over to the mall.

Can one of you pick me up?

I'll just hang in the food court. See you later.

I'll call you.

Excuse me, ma'am.

It's dislocated!

Please, I just... No, no. I've got to go in.

I've got to get... I think my kid is in there!

Ma'am, please step back!

Excuse me, I have a real reason to go in there.

My son was at the mall today,

and I haven't been able to reach him, so I...

Look, lady, nobody is getting in here tonight!

There must be someone who can tell me if he's in there or not!

Talk to the officer out by the front entrance.

He has a number that you can call.

At approximately 4:15 P.M., a gas line exploded

near the north side of the building.

We have to stress that we do not have confirmation

as to the exact nature of the blast.

Eddie?

No. No, we're almost home.

Okay. We'll let you know

as soon as we hear from him.

Thank you.

I need a smoke.

Munsif?

Oh, hello.

I'm inspector Kalkowitz.

You must be Mrs. Pelletier.

Please have a seat.

Would you like some tea? White tip Jasmine.

I'm sorry about your son.

Don't.

Okay, I'll get to the point.

These days, you know, somebody sets off

some firecrackers in their backyard,

and we get about a thousand calls for a terrorist alert.

What do you mean? I thought it was a gas leak.

Well, let's say it was a gas leak for now, okay?

The point I'm trying to make is that there's a bunch...

I don't give a shit about any of that.

You keep interrupting me.

Just get to the point!

You don't want to make an enemy out of me,

because if you did,

you'd be losing a very important friend.

Shall I tell you why?

Because I lost my son in Iraq.

So let's talk about Eddie.

Here are your son's ashes.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Take as much time as you need.

Sorry to make you folks keep coming down here.

When will you know what caused the gas leak?

Well, we're doing everything we can, Mr. Munsif.

I need to use the restroom.

Um...

I'm Lea.

I'm Maryam.

You lost your son.

Me, too.

Have you been to the memorial?

Yeah.

I've been wanting to go, but I just...

I just haven't been able to.

I could take you.

Ready?

Who is she?

One of the mothers.

What do you want?

I need to talk to you.

I shouldn't have had to find out

that my son died from the news.

Jesus Christ!

Come on, Lea. I had a right to know.

You had a right. You had a right?

Eddie had a right to a father

to a father who spent time with him.

Eddie had a right not to live like this!

Don't forget, Lea, I didn't divorce you.

You divorced me. You pushed me away!

You kept me from him!

I divorced you. Not Eddie.

That doesn't mean you stop caring about him,

stop supporting him!

I never stopped caring about him, ever!

I should've been at his funeral.

Is that why you're here? Is that why you came?

You don't think you're a good Christian

because you missed the funeral.

Is that what this is about?

Oh, Saint Charles,

you might be damned like the rest of us!

That's not what this is about. That's not why I'm here.

Well, why are you here?

Because I didn't think that either one of us

should go through this alone.

I should go.

Yeah.

He's handsome.

What was his name?

Eddie.

He just turned 15.

Walter just turned 16 last summer.

All he wanted was a car for his birthday.

But my husband wanted him to wait

until he went off to college.

Tell me more about Eddie.

What was he like?

He was always a good kid.

Sweet kid.

I tried to give him space,

but I should have picked him up the day...

And afterwards she told me

how her husband became an evangelical,

and they couldn't do the things they used to.

They couldn't even put on masks

and go trick or treating.

We know all about that kind of fanatic.

Mm-hmm.

Yammi?

Hmm?

We still have each other, don't we?

Walter is... gone.

We could have another...

I can't do it.

Hello?

Oh. Oh, God. Again?

Hi.

Hi.

Do you know what they want?

I have no idea.

Mrs. Pelletier, Mrs. Munsif,

You both brought recent pictures

of your sons, right?

If I could have them for a moment, I'll make copies.

Can you tell us what this is about?

I'll have them back to you before you leave.

Mrs. Pelletier, you can come in now.

I'll see you at 3:00.

I'll pick you up.

Oh, okay.

Ms. Pelletier, I'm Special Agent Reese,

and you should know some things have happened

to change the nature of this case.

Case? What do you mean?

I didn't know there was a case.

Remember I told you about the firecrackers

in the backyard?

Well, one of them went off.

The ATF has found evidence that there were

two explosions at the food court that day.

The first one was a bomb,

which then set off the gas main explosion.

What?

Your son was killed by a bomb.

Oh, my God... A bomb.

We're sorry. We're very sorry.

What happened?

Well, that's what we're trying to figure out, okay?

Did your son, by any chance, know this kid Walter?

Walter Munsif?

No.