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NARRATOR: Previously on Third Watch:

SULLY: What'd he do? - I ain't do nothing!

- New kid, get a damn move on! - If you don't know, ask.

- You're getting a partner. - Crap.

- What's her name? - Sunny. You know, like sunshine.

You look like you work out.

What're we doing out here?

- Enforcing the law. - No.

- We're solving problems. - Come on, come on, come on.

Get him up, get him up.

DOC: No!

Hot damn, I love this job.

- Why'd we ever break up? - You slept with my sister.

- You're not my father. - No, I'm not, I'm your partner!

I'm not calling to tell your mother you're dead!

NARRATOR: Tonight on Third Watch: BOSCO: Freeze! Nobody move!

You wanna be a real cop? Get away from Sullivan as fast as you can.

We're just lucky. That's why we're not at Mercy with 50 tubes stuck in us.

MAN: Give me a hand over here!

Hey, kid. Stay with me, okay?

One dead upstairs. Victim's brother never saw the shooter.

Mercy says the medic's probably gonna check out.

The other medics didn't see anything, and this kid's in a coma.

No, I'm okay. I'm okay.

You never saw the shooter?

- He was gone when we came in. - But you chased him upstairs.

No, I ran to the roof. I thought I was chasing him. But he wasn't there.

Guess he got away when you jogged to the roof...

- instead of securing the building. SULLY: Hey, Tancredi.

You wanna bitch, bitch at me. I'm senior. This is my screwup.

But then I'd bring up some embarrassing highlights from your career.

- Did anybody see this guy? - No.

- But I have some thoughts on who it is. TANCREDI: Some thoughts?

Here's my thought: We'll catch the killer while you go write a summons.

Let's go.

JAYME: He didn't have to be out there.

You've both got enough seniority.

You didn't have to be out in that cesspool of a neighborhood.

I pleaded with him to stop working for the city.

Go work for a hospital on the Island, somewhere safe.

Hey.

Any word?

JAYME: He's still in surgery.

Cafeteria's closed. But we found some machines down in the basement.

Thanks.

Your bus out back?

- What? - Captain called. He needs the rigs back.

Oh, uh, it's still at that building. We...

We brought Jerry in Lundy's bus.

- I'll go get it. - We'll take care of it.

- It's our bus... - Doc, it's okay. We got it.

I screwed up.

I should have secured the perimeter.

You made a bad call. Learn from it.

[SIREN WHOOPS]

TY: We going somewhere?

Woman on the third floor said the victim hung out...

with this head case I know, Michael Daniels.

We're going to his place.

- Shouldn't we tell the detectives? - They seem receptive to you?

- Fred says hi. - He get on you?

- Not yet. - He didn't figure something was up...

when you called him at 2 a.m.?

God, it's hard to believe, huh?

Medics aren't supposed to go in without us when shots are fired.

What are you saying? It was their fault?

They should've waited. You don't follow procedure, this happens.

- Was that Sully? - Hell, yes.

SULLY: Crap!

BOSCO: You got something? SULLY: Maybe.

BOSCO: I knew it. - It's just a maybe.

- Let's go. - Look, me and the kid will take a look.

- If we find something, we'll call. - Yeah, right.

- He doesn't even know where he's going. FAITH: Like that would stop him.

- Where do you keep your extra ammo? TY: On my belt.

In back? Move it around front. You can get to it fast.

In case his first 16 shots aren't enough? This ain't Normandy.

BOSCO: You carry a backup piece?

TY: No. BOSCO: Get one.

I got a Smith Airweight in an ankle holster on my leg.

- Airweight? Matches your head. BOSCO: Jealous, Sullivan?

Of your extra guns? You fall over, you'll explode.

Okay, so what happens next? You guys unzip, I get a tape measure?

- Take a kiddie ruler for Bosco. - Yardstick.

[TY LAUGHS]

BOSCO: Freeze! Nobody move!

Police!

GIRL: I'm not going home!

No!

BOSCO: Who's this? Aren't we looking for a guy?

- Where's Daniels? GIRL: Who?

Michael Daniels. This is his apartment.

I don't know. Some guy said it was okay for me to crash here.

KIM: I'm not sure what I'll tell Joey. - The truth.

What, that Jerry got shot in the chest?

- He's a tough kid. KIM: He's 6.

BOBBY: What happened to her? - What?

Oh, no, that's Julie. She's okay. Just a few too many kamikazes.

KIM: Another friend of yours? - No way, we found her like this.

[BOBBY SIGHS]

- Guess who? - Sunny. Like sunshine.

Frannie couldn't make it back to Jersey without peeing, so I pulled in here.

- Is she dead? - No. Not from a lack of trying.

AMY: You know her? - We better bag her.

How'd she end up in the trash?

Crack house at the end of the block. Somebody ODs, they dump them here.

We get a couple every month.

You know, I was thinking about going to medical school.

FRANNIE: Oh, right. Since when?

So you guys are firemen, huh?

That's what the patch says. BP's 100/70.

AMY: What station? - 55.

- Where's that? - King and Arthur.

What's your name?

Amy. Amy Bryant.

- Amy Bryant, meet Bobby Caffey. - My pleasure.

Hi.

Hey, you wanna get something to eat?

No, thanks. Some other time.

Hey, Sul?

Yeah?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Right.

FRED: Hi.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up.

- What time is it? - It's a little before 5.

What's in the bag?

Butterscotch puddings. Thought I'd make the kids' lunches.

Why so late?

Work.

- What happened? - Medic got shot.

FRED: Somebody you know?

You okay?

They're looking for a night-stock guy at the A&P.

Here we go.

- What? I'm just saying... - I'm not gonna quit my job.

FRED: Who asked you to?

It's just every time something happens, you want a second job so I can quit.

That's what I'm doing?

Look. No stock job at the A&P is gonna pay you $30,000 a year.

So we'll cut back.

On what? Food, heat or clothing?

Look, I can't fight about this right now.

FRED: Who's fighting? - We are.

- You hear me yelling? - That's not how you fight.

FRED: How do I fight? - You answer everything with a question.

That's fighting?

Okay if I ask one more question?

Could I have some pudding in my lunch too?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I felt out of place at the hospital, the family and all.

Yeah. You done with the detectives?

I didn't see much.

You should go home.

I froze up.

When the shooting started, I backed against the wall and I just...

I froze. That's why I didn't see much.

You were unarmed.

Hey.

- You ready to go? - Yeah. Just...

You want a ride?

No, I'm good. Thanks.

All right.

Yeah.

JIMMY: Hi.

Waiting for an unsuspecting virgin to wander by?

- You okay? - Sure.

Considering.

Yeah.

Well, I, uh... I missed your birthday last month, so...

What the hell is this?

- It's a bulletproof vest. - I know. Why did you get it for me?

Well...

It's a small. I can get you a bigger size if you need it.

You're such an ass.

Buy you breakfast?

- I better get some sleep. - Want me to come up?

No.

Well, I, um...

just wanted to make sure that you were doing okay.

Oh, God, please let him be okay.

Mrs. Mankowicz...

he made it through surgery.

We repaired the pulmonary artery, but we had to graft the aorta.

But he'll be okay, right?

He's in extremely critical condition. Immediate family can go back.

Doc, come on.

- He said family. - You're family.

No, you go.

Thank you for being here.

Oh.

Top of everyone's list. Our medic is in extremely critical condition.

Perpetrator is still at large.

Michael Daniels, 19, paranoid schizophrenic off his meds.

Mother says he believes agents of the government are out to get him.

They sure as hell are now.

LIEUTENANT: PDU has set up surveillance on his apartment.

Stay away until further notice.

You get a call nearby, contact the desk.

We'll see if we can't get a plainclothes unit to respond.

Eyes and ears open out there.

Davis, sign out two. I'll get the car.

"Solving problems. We go from job to job solving problems."

How long before he hit you with that speech? Huh?

Wanna hear my speech?

Ride out your training with the old lady, then partner up with a cop...

not a community guidance counselor. Unless you want a size 80 ass too.

Forty-three?

You can't turn it down. It's either full blast or off.

I'm all teary-eyed.

I had this thing three times last week.

Only because I get two days off.

You want to be a real cop? Get away from Sullivan as fast as you can.

Come on.

I open food, but he doesn't seem interested. Maybe I got the wrong kind?

BOBBY: He's waiting for Jerry.

- I met Jerry's wife and kids. - Jayme, she's pretty great.

So he wasn't gay?

He do that, "When was the last time you were with a man?"

He grabbed my ass.

- My first day, he kissed me. - Yeah, but you liked it.

He super-glued my boots to the floor.

What's the name of that kid with the big head?

That kid that looked like you. Davey Yablans?

Yablans. Yablans' first night sleeping here...

Jerry pushes the bunks together, gets all of us to strip.

Yablans comes in and sees all of us standing there grinning, buck-naked.

Jerry walks up to him and goes, "Your bunk's in the middle."

Hey. Didn't think you were coming in today.

I got a shift.

We would've covered for you.

I put some food out for him, but he didn't seem to want it.

We were just talking about all that crazy stuff Jerry always did.

How about we don't talk about him in the past tense?

Check the bus?

CARLOS: Yeah, I just... Um...

So we catch this guy, he pleads insanity...

and taxpayers spend the next 20 years paying for his rehab.

Then some shrink who has no clue if he's still crazy...

says he thinks the guy's okay if he stays on his meds.

So, what do they do? They let him out.

Know what happens next? Hmm?

He stops taking his pills, cuts up his grandma...

and sleeps next to the body until an aunt comes by to check on them.

So you got a better idea?

In the old days, a posse would have rode out and come back with his ear.

No lynch mobs or burning tire around his neck?

Are you going liberal?

Look, no one's gonna appoint you field marshal...

and send you out with a death squad and a list of mental patients.

[SCREECHING]

MAN [OVER RADIO]: 55-David.

- Riley give you 43 again? - I think he's got a problem with me.

Yeah, you hit him with a nightstick.

How many times can I apologize? I was swinging at the suspect.

Riley got in the way, the old geezer.

He's too slow to be out there anyway.

- 55-David. - Okay, turn it off. We'll use mine.

55-David.

55-David, take an intox down in the park...

10295 between 3 and 4. EMS responding.

- 10295.10-4. - It was only a glancing blow.

He took 10 stitches.

[SIREN WAILING]

Where'd you get the vest?

Birthday gift from Jimmy.

- You birthday was in April. - Closer than he got...

- when we were married. - That's not a bad idea.

- I don't need it. - After yesterday?

- You don't wear one. - I don't have a kid.

I don't need reminding of my responsibilities.

- I'm just saying, with Joey... - Leave Joey out of it.

You gonna wear it?

Joey's the first thing I think of when I wake up...

and the last thing I think of at night. I take good care of my son.

I don't ask anyone's permission about what to do.

I don't need you or my mother or Jimmy to tell me what I should do.

So you're not gonna wear it.

That what it was like when my dad was shot?

What?

Last night. The way that whole shooting scene looked.

It's just that I don't know many details.

I went back and read some newspaper articles...

but they don't say much.

What the hell kind of details?

- I don't know. Just whatever you... - I can't help you.

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]: 1722. Proceed to Broadway and 23rd.

SULLY: Hey, Diop!

Don't ever buy a watch from him. Damn things are always slow.

What's up, Officer Sullivan?

I'm looking for a nut job named Michael Daniels, stays on 118th.

- Don't know him. - See what you can shake loose.

Yeah, yeah, all right. They got you riding with someone now?

- Yeah, lucky me, right? - He tell you I got some good watches?

Sorry, I got that covered.

Don't talk to that guy Diallo on 125th, man. His watches is no good.

- Thanks. - I'll check it out.

- Thanks. - All right.

You at the hospital all night?

- You wanna talk about it or...? - No.

I gotta get something. Stay with the rig.

He got a scrape on his elbow when he fell down.

He definitely doesn't need transport.

He's all yours, officer.

Don't say we never gave you anything.

Hey, you're wearing a vest.

Yeah. My ex-husband's idea of a birthday gift.

I usually get a DustBuster or something.

A DustBuster I could use. This thing is hot and uncomfortable.

- It looks like I'm wearing a barrel. - Looks pretty good to me.

Yeah, but your idea of a dirty magazine is Soldier of Fortune.

- We should grab a drink some night. - I could use a good drunk.

See you.

Did you have to embarrass me?

Sorry, I'll let you do it yourself.

Thanks.

FAITH: What about him? - Oh, yeah.

- Don't fall down anymore. FAITH: That's it?

What else you want? Let him shower up at my place?

Did it occur to you that I live here? My kids play in this park.

They don't. You live, like, 20 blocks away.

We're not leaving him here.

Ugh.

Come on. Come on, gorgeous.

Up. Come on!

- Hey, I'm sorry, man. - For what?

- Bringing up my dad. - Forget it.

- I didn't know it was such a big thing. - I said forget it.

SULLY: Is that Doc's rig? TY: It's 553.

Stay with the car.

TY: Hey.

We didn't really meet last night.

- Ty Davis. - Carlos, uh, Nieto.

Good to meet you, man.

Your partner left you out here too, huh?

I don't think he feels like, uh, talking to me much today.

That's S.O.P. with Sullivan, man. I feel like I'm working with my grandma.

- She's pretty quiet? - No, she's a bitch.

I stopped up to see Jerry on my way in.

Yeah?

They're not letting anybody but family in yet.

They said maybe later.

You there all night?

Most of it.

How you doing?

I'm not the one who got shot.

You ever think about quitting?

Only about 25 times a day.

DOC: Why don't you?

Day's not over yet.

WOMAN: No way. - You didn't even look.

- He's banned. - From detox?

He bit the director.

- What do we do with him? - You're not leaving him here.

So we keep looking.

He's not sick enough for a hospital, he's banned from detox...

and there won't be a shelter open until winter.

We've done everything we can.

- Officer. - Shut up.

So we'll just try another detox.

People just want someone like this to go away. They don't care where.

We'll find some nice, quiet out of the way place...

- and we dump him. - A church program.

MAN: Officer. - Shut up.

What the hell's your problem today, huh?

Look, that nut job shot at a uniform, Bos, not at Jerry.

Maybe if somebody paid attention to him when he came off meds...

Jerry'd be out here working instead of the ICU.

- How did this get to that? - Because it's all the same.

- Ignoring a problem until it's too late. - It didn't happen because of that.

- It happened because Jerry got careless. - That could've happened to any of us.

We're just lucky. That's why we're not at Mercy with 50 tubes stuck in us.

This has nothing to do with luck. I'm careful.

I don't go into dangerous situations without backup.

That keeps us from getting shot.

Not trying to save every drunk asshole we run across.

Oh, God.

- Did you crap in the car? - I tried to tell you.

- You call something in, Amber? AMBER: Hey, Sully.

- Who is this? - Officer Davis, the lovely Amber Gastin.

- How you doing? - Good.

- I, uh... I stole some things. - Put them back.

AMBER: I can't.

This guy gets me in his car and starts with the rough stuff.

He slaps me around and comes out with handcuffs.

- He was assaulting you? AMBER: Yeah.

So I was making like I was into it and said he should try it...

see how much fun it is. He ain't no rocket scientist.

So he lets me handcuff him. Then I take his clothes and stuff and ran.

Where's his stuff?

I got it right here, yeah.

- Is this everything? - I took what he owed me, moneywise.

- But nothing more. - Where's he?

He's in his car under the highway.

I'll take care of this, but you have to do something for me.

- I'm looking for Michael Daniels. - Crazy Michael?

Yeah. He's holing up somewhere.

Thank you, Sully. You're the best.

So she's a prostitute, huh?

Can't slip nothing past you.

- I can get my own dates. - Not lately.

- Dana. - I set you up with Dana.

- What's up with that anyway? - I'm interested in somebody else.

Who?

- Did you ask her out? - Not yet. It's complicated.

This another married ex-girlfriend from high school?

- No. KIM: You know what?

You'll end up one of those lonely men feeding stale rolls to pigeons in the park.

- You're a handsome guy. It's a waste. - When did you become my sister?

I got three already. That's enough.

Damn it. That's it.

- You'll put it back on for calls, right? - Jerry gets hurt, so I need protection?

Mind your own business, will you?

So, what's her name?

Who?

- She doesn't exist, does she? - Whatever.

You made her up so you don't have to talk about it.

- Give it a rest. - While you wait for mystery woman...

Dana's gonna come to her senses and marry one of these doctors.

- Doctors come on to her? - Everybody comes on to her.

Damn, Bobby, she's gorgeous. And with that body?

And she likes you, go figure. Hmm, thirty grand a year versus $200,000.

Gee, I wonder who I'd pick.

[MOTOR REVVING]

Why don't you just say it?

- Say what? - I froze. Okay?

I hid against the wall. I can't change that now. I'm sorry.

- What are you talking about? - I don't know what happened.

I keep going over it in my head. I just don't know.

[BEEPING]

An explosion on Broad Street.

[SIREN WAILS]

We got the right car?

- Police. - Thank God!

A car was circling. I thought it was gonna kill me.

- The embarrassment didn't do that? MAN: That bitch.

She robbed me. Stole my car, my money, my credit cards.

- Not to mention your dignity. - Hey, I met this girl in a bar.

I tried pushing her off me. She's coming on strong, real interested in me.

- So this wasn't prostitution? - Prostitution? No, absolutely not.

Those my pants?

Get your ass back to Upper Whatever Side...

before I lose my sense of humor and lock you up for solicitation...

indecent exposure and battery.

- Uncuff him. - We're not arresting him?

- She stole my money, my credit cards... - I see you or this Mercedes again...

I'm gonna kick your ass up to your shoulder blades. Are we clear?

Great.

MAN 1: Something exploded! MAN 2: The compressor blew.

DOC: Who went out the window? MAN 2: Georgie.

DOC: Get that man out.

MAN 2: He's moaning and bleeding. We couldn't get to him.

Can't reach him.

Grab that hose. Find something to tie off that compressor...

before it breaks away from the pipe.

Whoa, I'm not big on heights.

- Can we, uh, pull him by the hose? - It's tangled and might come loose.

We're gonna have to go out and hold him until help arrives.

- Hold on to my legs and I'll lean out. - You're heavier than me.

I'll lean out. You hold on to me.

- I thought you didn't like heights. - Just don't let go.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

A little further.

More! More!

[GRUNTING]

I got him! I got him.

Oh, God! Hail Mary, full of grace...

Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is thy womb, Jesus.

Oh, God!

[SIRENS WAILING]

Come on, boys. Come on.

Come on!

- Ugh! It won't go away! - I told you.

Smells like someone took a dump in a pine forest.

- Try getting diaper smells off a blouse. - This happens every time...

you wanna join hands and sing "We Are the World."

We got him a bed with the Baptists. Maybe he'll change.

Yeah, next week he'll be feeding the hungry...

not facedown in the gutter on Third Avenue.

- It can happen. You don't know. - I do know.

We should've shot him, weighed him down with rocks...

and thrown him in the East River.

- Officer! BOSCO: Beat it! We're busy!

- What do you need, sir? - There's a building I'm remodeling.

I go in, there's a bunch of people squatting in there.

Social Services handles that. I can give you the marshal's number...

- You got squatters down the street? - Yeah, a bunch of them.

Wanna see some compassionate community policing?

Lead the way, pal.

MAN: It's not long enough!

Give me a hand over here! It's too hea...

It's too heavy!

It's giving! Hold on! Hold on!

I got you, kid! I got you.

Hang on, kids! Cavalry's here!

Pull! Pull!

Pull!

- What the hell took you so long? - Well, it's nice to see you too.

If you're planning on keeping those handcuffs, I'd sterilize them first.

- You call me in, Lou? LOU: You got a visitor up on the bench.

- You're quiet. - We had an assault on a woman...

who robbed the guy that hit her and nobody gets arrested.

They were two douche bags who met in the course of being douche bags.

What would arresting somebody do? Problem solved. Move on.

- Yeah. More solving problems. - Hey, look. You don't like it, quit.

Your mother and I would be delighted.

You find Daniels?

Empty building, got a bunch of homeless squatting there.

You sure?

- Where? - Garfield Hotel, 276 East 98th Street.

- They're all up on the second floor. - Not for long they aren't.

You coming in or you gonna stay here, open a soup kitchen?

[TAPS BATON]

BOSCO: Everybody up! It's moving day!

You in here?

Hello.

Hello... Whoa! Come on, boys.

Wake up. Come on. It's time to go. Everybody up.

Nobody said to pack. Rent's just come due, boys.

Let's go.

Rise and shine!

- Go ahead. Take it. BOSCO: Everybody up!

FAITH: Come on, gentlemen. Today. Let's go.

Thanks for not dropping me.

- Heights, huh? - Since I was a little kid.

Ooh.

- Damn, that guy was heavy. - I had you and him.

I was under the stairs.

You were against the wall. I was under the stairs.

I was trying to get to Jerry, and that's when the guy started shooting again.

I didn't even try.

That's when the guy shot him the third time, because I was trying.

They said I could go see him this morning after the surgery.

I didn't. I couldn't do it.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES AND ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

- Hey, what's going on? - They found Daniels.

All right, gentlemen. Let's go. Come on. Move it along.

Let's go. Watch yourself on the steps there. Come on.

Let's go.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

FAITH: What's going on? - Son of a bitch! Did he go inside?

Guy asked us to relocate some squatters. Bosco's finishing up.

- Damn it! - We think Daniels is in this building.

Surprise, surprise! It's deadbeats' moving day!

Bosco, I need to speak to you outside.

Bosco?

Oh, damn. He's got a bad radio. He turned it off.

BOSCO: Police.

Hello. Come on.

Come on. Get up.

Hey, buddy. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Come on. Now.

FAITH: Son of a bitch!

DANIELS: Why, why?!

Why, why, why?!

OFFICER: Northeast corner, second floor.

[DANIELS CRYING]

Why won't you listen?

Why won't you leave me alone?

[GUNSHOTS]

Why?! Why?!

[GUNS CLICKING]

Drop the gun.

- Drop the gun! - Get out!

BOSCO: Drop them! Drop the guns.

Drop the guns!

Bosco!

I told you. I told you, I told you. You can't leave me alone.

They can't. They had to have their pound of flesh.

They had to have it.

And I beat them. I beat them good.

Devil, did you see that?

They can't touch me.

They can't touch me anymore.

Why can't I feel my legs?

Will you call my mom, please? She knows what to do.

She always knows what to do.

Will you call my mom, please?

Please call my mom.

- What are you smiling about? - I found your backup gun in the alley.

- All the bullets are still in the chamber. - Didn't have a shot.

But you were close enough to take him out a window?

Thank God for bulletproof vests, huh?

- I should've shot him. FAITH: But you didn't.

- I could've. - But you didn't.

I think she said 718.

I'll stay here, let you say hello first.

Oh, man.

You don't look so good.

What are we doing?

Let's take a walk.

Sully, what are we doing?

You don't have to do this.

This used to be a pretty heavy drug spot.

We'd been trying to clean it up.

We'd just come off a burglary.

We parked the car over there, came in through that gate.

We used to walk it a couple times a shift...

hoping that the dealers would get tired of being rousted...

and let the neighborhood kids take the park back.

There were a bunch of guys hanging out on that bench. Four or five.

There was a radio playing.

Some kids were playing on that swing.

A bunch of pigeons were over there by that tree.

Your dad was laughing about something. I don't remember what.

And there was this loud bang from behind us. I turned to look.

I was saying something like, "What the hell was that?"

When I turned back, the guys on the bench were running.

Your dad was laying right there, shot in the head.

One second your dad was laughing...

and the next he was dead.

The kind of details you want, I don't have.

That was the worst day of my life.

Mine too.

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