Chapter One

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♪ Now the lane instant oil change ♪ ♪ Change wisely ♪ This series is based on the real events of 9/11. However, names, incidents, locations, and dialogue have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes.

This series contains strong language and profanity and seems that some listeners could find a serving. ♪ I'm on the plane, 90s, something's wrong ♪ ♪ We've been high-checked ♪ ♪ I can see people from far close in the way to the back of the plane ♪

♪ I think someone might be stabbed ♪ ♪ I'm here to do you in the baby's house ♪

♪ Always, always, always, always ♪

I don't know, honey. Something isn't right here. But wait 'til the home. What I said was like, I'm sorry. I just want you to know that.

“I see deposit numbers in the top drawer of my dresser.”

I can meet the girl, oh my God. Who are heading towards the building? I love you. Get some more from me here, they only run away. I love you, sweetheart.

Frank, Frank, where are you? What? Tell me where you are. I was back there at the towers. There were bodies, pieces of them.

It was the dream, Frank. It was the fucking dream. You're here. You're home with me. I'm home.

And you're safe. You're safe. They were despicable. The man who praised I was named while spilling American blood. But they were other villains in 9/11.

And they were worse. They didn't fly to planes. They wore business suits. From the death of thousands of their fellow Americans, they set out to steal millions.

I was there. I'm sorry. Twenty-five years later, I still am. I said I'm sorry. The night we got too straight out was.

Can I get you something? Water, ambient. What do you want from me? I don't want anything from you. What I want is for it to be over.

I want the dreams to stop. So why? You don't believe me? You think I enjoy this? Can't it?

What I know? You never talk about it.

Then then you never talk about anything.

That's the guy you married. No. That's who the guy I married became. Maybe you would do enjoy it. Maybe that's why after all this time,

you still won't get help. You'd choose that day over us.

“So do I believe you want the dreams to stop?”

No. I don't. Which one of us is going? Where? The den.

I will. Do me a favor. Whatever you need. Shut the door. Maybe Connie was right.

Maybe I didn't want it to be over because as horrible as living through those days were, nothing I've done before since meant water to me. Good morning. It's Tuesday, September 11, 2001. Right, Mary Day.

Right, you want eggs? What kind? We'll grow in a committee. Move in or you're going to be late. Ten after four.

God, you said you were through with all nighters.

Yeah?

It is what you said, isn't it?

I got it just before the gold shield, don't I? Only to you. It was worth every minute. EA said it's a solid, eryco case as he's ever seen. You got it going in today?

Why wouldn't I? Because you got in at ten after four. You could call in sick. But I'm not. What's going on now?

I was. Frank, for once. Yeah, sure the TV up. There's a fire at the Trade Center. What?

What's going on? Turn up in a TV. We're hearing reports of a fire breaking out in the North Tower of the World Trade Center. What? I told you.

“I think we can cross to live coverage now.”

You're looking at it. What do you think in this video?

From our news helicopter hovering near the North Tower.

Flames are visible at roughly a hundred floors up. Down at street level is our very untracing or kiss. Crazy? Michael, dark smoke is billowing out of the North Tower. All but obscuring the sun.

Rescue personnel are racing in. People are arriving for work. Of course, being turned away. But there's an unknown number of people already inside the North Tower. I'm being told.

Some appear to be trapped on the floor. Just above the fire. Oh, my God, those poor people. Okay, we'll keep me posted, Tracy. Thank you.

Is it a hearing? Go ahead, sir. I'm fired a permanent operator. I'm calling for the North Tower. Go up for you.

I'm up for you. I'm up for you. I'm up for you. It's spooky. We're going to enter your farewell.

I went for it. One pack of six out. What were we on? One of five. We're on our way.

How many people I would view? Uh, there's six or seven girls. They're on five. Madden, one's pregnant. What a girl.

They have units here soon. They stay when you are. Or else, we're going to go. We're on the way. Rescue personnel are racing in.

People are riding for work. Our course be. You think there was a plan or something, Dad? Clear day like this. No, probably an explosion inside the building.

Maybe. I don't know if you heard, but there's a fire in the north tower. I'm in the south. So I'm okay. They told us to sit tight.

No, it's under control. I see tonight at the theater. The show starts today. Love you. Bye.

It's becoming an increasingly. A dire situation at the north tower. We've seen several people fall or jump from the building. Michael. Michael, sorry to interrupt, but we just heard that an American Airlines play disappeared

from radar at JFK 20 minutes ago. At the same time the fire in a north tower erupted.

Tracy, you broke up for a second.

“Did you say a plane went off JFK radar as the fire began in the north tower?”

Yes, that's from a American number 11. Which took off from Logan International in Boston on a flight to Los Angeles. Now, we don't know why you diverted to the New York area. Perhaps a mechanical issue of some sort. Tracy?

I'm sorry. Are you there? Sorry. Is there another plane towards the train center? Oh.

It appears to also be a commercial jetliner. It's, oh god. It's banking towards the south tower. Heading directly at it. What's happening?

Oh my god. I don't care. Why don't you turn off? Three. Right through the building.

Right. Now is a huge explosion. Frank, oh my god. Okay, it's plane. I come on a show of jet.

Just hand the sound down. Oh, shit. Christ. Tracy, give yourself and your friends. Come on.

Come on. This one's not active. This one's not active. This one's not active. This one's not active.

And this one's not active. This one's not active. She just carries. I gotta go. Dad.

No, dad. You don't need all of us. I'll call you when I can. Frank, be careful. Everyone.

Oh my god. There's probably no so far. There are two planes.

“On a normal day, it would have been 15 minutes from my house to Lower Manhattan.”

But as soon as I got to the Brooklyn Bridge, thousands of people and full panic were coming the other way. I left my car and ran toward the towers.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Honey, it's me. I'm crossing the bridge. It's completely blocked.

I don't know if you're getting this. Most of the cells are down. I see the smoke from the towers. Keep Frankie home. Keep Frankie home.

Case something happens to me. I want you to be together. Honey. Can you hear me? Recatting this morning's stunning events.

Two commercial jets have crashed apparently deliberately. It's both towers of the World Trade Center. The fires may be ignited or out of control, and we've seen several people jump to their deaths as emergency vehicles and rescue workers have raced to the scene.

“President Bush is currently in Florida, but will be leaving for a top secret location.”

The White House says the president has placed the United States military on the highest state of preparedness.

When I got to the site, the first thing I saw was SWAT vehicles on fire.

Hey, Frank, over here. Ready? Then find an officer I trained at the Academy bus. Good to see you. Good to see you too, my friend.

A narco detective. His nickname was the Hebrew Ham. Frank, what are you doing with that stuff? On this? Then pointed to the pick and shovel I was carrying.

Thought it would be useful. I didn't remember taking him from my car. They must have looked ridiculous. But they were all I had. Give me this shovel, Frank.

Frank, get out! Get out! Those were the last world's benefits. Ready?

Jesus Christ, I need a medic!

Over here! Where's the fire coming from?

“See ordnance inside that SWAT truck and caught fire.”

Help, my buddy. Will you? I'll do it again. When I looked at Ben, I knew nothing would help. But Jesus, one of those bullets took off the top of his head.

Cut. Cut. Honey. Ball. It's him who lives in Buffalo.

I have been trying for an hour. No, it's him. Yes, yes, I am. With all the fire department people there, I'm sure they're going to get to you, okay?

Oh!

Take a deep breath, okay?

Jesus Christ, I was holding you like when you were little. I'm so sorry, I'm not there. Oh my God. Honey. Honey.

Tracy, go ahead. What's happening there? What? The South Tower is collapsing. What?

Ben, take it. Ben, take it. Come on. Oh my God. How could this be happening?

I... There aren't words. This way. This way. This way over here.

Open here. Get into any building you can find. Any door that's opening you. Close behind you. This way.

Oh my God. Hey Frankie. Hold me. They're bright for your dad. I'll be alright.

I'll be alright. Ben, he asked you. I'll be fine. I grew up in New York. Thought I knew every inch of it.

“But after walking blindly through that dust,”

I didn't know where I was. Then I realized I was closer to the North Tower than I was to the South, which should have meant I was on safer ground. Hello?

Hey. Hey. We're talking the door. Hurry up. We're the fucking guys.

We have units in the building. Just try and hang in there. Sir. Sir, can you hear me?

And the North Tower having survived the South by a half an hour.

“Now joins this twin in a heap of flaming rubble.”

There are things in life that fundamentally change you. The kids are born. The parents die. And when I watch those people, thousands of people walking like ghosts

through the dust of those collapsed towers, I knew however long I live. I'd never be the same. Okay, ladies and gentlemen, listen up, settle down.

Please. We've got a lot to cover in a short time. I'm NYU PD Deputy Chief Mickey Cronin. I'm working conjunction with the City Office of Emergency Management. On behalf of Mayor Giuliani,

I want to briefly talk about the challenges we're facing.

“After that, we'll talk about your individual assignments.”

We've suffered incalculable loss. But there's no time to mourn,

because this is as much as 200 million tons of debris out there.

Then we've got to clean it up. To do that, we're going to need a small army here. Iron workers, structural engineers, truck drivers, boiler makers, pipe fitters, rigors,

co-openters, cement masones, red cross volunteers, and as many canine units as we've got here. Hey, Frank. Hey, Mick. Listen, I'm sorry about Ben Feyman.

I liked him. He was the best. I was thinking about making you third in charge of the cleanup behind the mayor and me. No thanks.

You know all the construction companies

“to cartage outfits that carry away the debris.”

You've been vetting him for years. I need someone who do the job right. Someone like you, Frank. Then get someone like me. The genuine articles right here

pissing up my shoe. People know what clothes. I'm not asking people. I don't want to make up.

Because you're afraid you'll never come home.

Because I'm afraid I will. Only I'll be a guy in my wife and kid don't even know. You were made for this Frank. Two reasons.

When Franky Junior asked you what you did on that day, the tower's fell. You wouldn't have to say you would directing traffic on Queen's Boulevard. Reason two.

What if it was Connie out there? Traveling all that rubble. Dying slowly. Wonder why no one was coming to save her. Flush.

Zip. And take the fucking job. Put that way. Mickey knew I would. And I knew he knew it.

I fushed. I zipped. But what I didn't know was that at the same time on Staten Island. A meeting was coming to order.

Call by guys who represented the genuvesis. The Columbus, Gambinos, the Cases. The Crime Families in New York. They had plans to turn a national tragedy into the greatest profit maker since prohibition.

And it would be up to me to stop them. This is underground zero. 9/11 in the mob. Underground zero. 9/11 in the mob.

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