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(radio static crackles)

WHERE IS IT?
(female dispatcher)
Suspect is armed and dangerous.

His name--Kevin Michael Ford.
ALL YOUR CARS HAVE THEM.

42 years old.
WHERE IS IT?

Currently resides
at 30 Furlough Street.
(lock clicks, trunk door
squeaks)

(trunk door clunks)
Wanted for the shooting
of Officer Chloe Price.

(ALT-J's "Tessellate" playing)

* BITE CHUNKS OUT OF ME

* YOU'RE A SHARK,
AND I'M SWIMMING *
(radio static crackles)

(clatters)
* MY HEART STILL THUMPS
AS I BLEED *

(back seat thuds)
* ALL YOUR FRIENDS

* COME SNIFFING
(clanks and thuds)

OKAY.
* TRIANGLES
ARE MY FAVORITE SHAPE *

(clunks and rattles)
OKAY. HERE WE GO.

(faint thud in distance)
THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD.

* TOE-TO-TOE, BACK-TO-BACK
(grunts and sighs)

* LET'S GO
NO.

(grunting)
SERIOUSLY.
THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOD.

(punches)
UHH!

* 'TIL MORNING COMES
(trunk door squeaks, thuds)

* LET'S TESSELLATE

-- Captions by VITA --

ALL RIGHT.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME

YOU SAW KEVIN FORD?
TWO WEEKS AGO.

THE NIGHT BEFORE HIS NEIGHBOR
BEAT HIM UP.

AND YOU HAVE NOT
SEEN HIM SINCE?

NOT TODAY? NOT YESTERDAY?

YOU HAVEN'T
DRIVEN BY HIS HOUSE

OR CHECKED UP ON HIM
AT THE HOSPITAL?

SAM,
I SAID I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM.

(cell phone beeps)

HEY, WHAT'S UP?
YOU'RE NOT GONNA LIKE IT.

(scoffs) I CAN'T STAND IT
WHEN YOU OPEN WITH THAT.

DON'T OPEN WITH THAT.
McNALLY?

(radio chatter)
HIT ME.

I'M IN MARLO'S BASEMENT.
IT'S ALL KEVIN FORD.

MAPS, PHOTOGRAPHS, NOTES,
CHARTS. IT'S...

(sighs) IT'S CRAZY.

Andy she must have been
following this guy for weeks.

LOOK, NO ONE'S SEEN IT YET.

I'M STILL WAITING ON OLIVER.
Okay.

JUST KEEP ME POSTED.

WHAT?

MARLO, I THINK WE NEED
TO TALK ABOUT

WHAT'S IN YOUR BASEMENT.

(radio static)
THIS IS 1527.
I'M STILL WAITING ON BACKUP.

1504, WHAT'S YOUR 20?

(horn blares in distance)

(radio static)
1504, ALMOST THERE.

You okay?
(radio static)

YEAH. YEAH I'M--I'M FINE.

GOOD. SEE YOU SOON.
(radio static)

(walkie-talkie clicks)

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

(telephone rings in distance)

THANK YOU.
RIGHT ON.

(siren wails in distance,
monitor beeping rhythmically)

(coffee lid clicks)

LISTEN, WES, THERE'S
SOMETHING I NEED TO TELL YOU.

CHLOE AND I ARE, UM...
SEEING EACH OTHER.

(scoffs)
WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO?

WELL, 'CAUSE, YOU KNOW,

THIS WHOLE THING
CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD.

I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT YOU.

AND I DIDN'T KNOW
SHE'D BEEN MARRIED.

NOT SURE IF THAT SAYS
MORE ABOUT

MY RELATIONSHIP
WITH HER OR YOURS.
YEAH. ME NEITHER.

IS IT SERIOUS--
YOU AND HER?

YEAH.
YOU HAD TO THINK ABOUT IT.
YOU SURE?

YEAH, BECAUSE THIS IS WEIRD.
OKAY?

I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.
AND--AND--AND--AND--

YOU'RE--YOU'RE ASKING ME
IF I'M SERIOUS--

IF--ABOUT--
MY WIFE.

EXACTLY. SO, YES, WES,
I'M VERY INTO YOUR WIFE.

YOUR WIFE AND I
ARE GOING STEADY.

(scoffs) YOU MAKE HER HAPPY?

I THINK SO.

YOU HAD TO THINK
ABOUT IT AGAIN.
WELL, YOU'RE IMPATIENT.

I'M JUST TRYING TO GAUGE
WHAT I'M UP AGAINST.

(door buzzes,
indistinct conversations)

(telephone ringing in distance,
radio chatter)

WHAT'S HAPPENING?
FORD'S LAWYER JUST GOT HERE.

WHAT'S THAT MEAN?
(beeps)

IT'S THE USUAL, YOU KNOW,
YOU GUYS GOT IT ALL WRONG.

MY CLIENT'S A GREAT GUY,
HE LOVES PUPPIES. HE'S INNOCENT.

MY CLIENT
IS OUT OF HIS MIND.

UH, FORMER CLIENT,
I SHOULD SAY.

KEVIN CALLED ME
INTO THE HOSPITAL,

SAID HE WANTED TO FILE
A LAWSUIT AGAINST THE POLICE.

HE CLAIMED THAT YOU GUYS WERE
PERSECUTING HIM, FOLLOWING HIM,

FRAMING HIM FOR CRIMES
HE DIDN'T COMMIT.

BUT WHEN I TOLD HIM
THAT IT WOULD TAKE A FEW WEEKS

TO LOOK AT THE FACTS,
HE ATTACKED ME.

IT TOOK TWO NURSES
TO GET HIM OFF ME.

WHY DIDN'T YOU REPORT IT?

I WAS AFRAID HE WAS
GOING TO COME AFTER ME.

LOOK, I HAVE WORKED
WITH KEVIN FOR A WHILE,

AND HE'S ALWAYS BEEN
A BIT OF A LONER.

BUT THIS WAS INSANE.
WHAT DID THE HOSPITAL SAY?

THEY SAID HE HAD SUFFERED
A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY.

ERRATIC BEHAVIOR, PARANOIA,
TROUBLE WITH IMPULSE CONTROL.

SO HE THINKS HE'S BEING
PERSECUTED BY THE POLICE.

NOW ANYONE IN PARTICULAR?
YEAH. 15 DIVISION.

HE SAID HE WASN'T GONNA STOP
UNTIL IT WAS OVER.

OKAY, LISTEN UP.

AS MOST OF YOU KNOW,
WE BELIEVE OUR SHOOTER TO BE

ONE KEVIN FORD, 42 YEARS OLD,
CAUCASIAN MALE,

SUFFERING FROM
A SEVERE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY.

FORMER SUSPECT IN
A MISSING CHILD INVESTIGATION.

WE GOT OFFICERS
AT HIS WORKPLACE,

AND A B.O.L.O. OUT ON HIS VAN.

UNIFORMS ARE AT FORD'S HOUSE.
IT'S EMPTY. HE'S NOT THERE.

ALL RIGHT. WE'LL GET OVER
AND CHECK IT OUT.

HIS PARENTS ARE DECEASED.
WE NEED TO FIND HIS BROTHER.

ABE FORD, 50 YEARS OLD,
673 PARKSIDE ROAD.

PECK, DIAZ... BRING HIM IN.
KEEP IT FRIENDLY.

WE'RE ON IT.

ALL RIGHT. THE REST OF YOU,

I WANT YOU OUT ON PATROL
IN PAIRS.

OKAY, WE'RE LOOKING FOR
A WHITE PANEL VAN.

THE PLATE NUMBER'S
ON THE HANDOUT.

AND BE CAREFUL OUT THERE.
GOOD TO SEE YOU, OFFICER.
GLAD YOU'RE SAFE.

NICK'S AT HER HOUSE RIGHT NOW.
ALL RIGHT.
WE'LL SEND FORENSICS OVER.

SWAREK, YOU GOOD TO TAKE
HER STATEMENT?

YEAH, YEAH, WE'RE GOOD.

OKAY, WE HAVE
TO EXPLAIN THIS TO THEM.

EXPLAIN WHAT?
THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO.

THEY'RE GOING TO FIND
EVERYTHING NOW.

TAKE IT EASY. ALL RIGHT?

MOM WOULD KILL ME
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO YOU.
YEAH. PLEASE.

SHE WOULDN'T EVEN NOTICE.

(zips bag)
DON'T WORRY, DETECTIVE.
I GOT HER BACK.

ALWAYS HAVE, ALWAYS WILL.

GAIL.

HOLLY, HEY.

HI.

HEY.
YOU SAID THAT ALREADY.

YOU KNOW,
IT SOUNDED FAMILIAR.

I JUST WANTED TO SEE YOU.

YOU KNOW, TAKE TEN MINUTES,
LAY EYES ON YOU.

(radio chatter)

OH. OKAY, SO THAT'S
HOW WE'RE GONNA DO THIS.

MM-HMM.
GAIL, WE SHOULD PROBABLY
GET GOING.

JUST...
JUST BE CAREFUL, OKAY?

I WILL.

(indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing in distance)

SO EVERYTHING IN YOUR HOUSE
IS NOW EVIDENCE.

I SHOULD HAVE PACKED IT UP.
BURNED IT.

I WASN'T THINKING STRAIGHT.
YOU KNOW THAT.

LOOK, THE, UH,
SILVER LINING IS THAT--

THAT YOU KNOW MORE ABOUT
THIS GUY THAN ANYONE ELSE.

OKAY, SO LET'S START
THINKING ABOUT THAT.
(folder slides)

WHAT DO YOU WE KNOW?
YOU HEARD FROM OLIVER?

NO. WHY?
'CAUSE HE STILL HASN'T SHOWN UP.

NICK CAN'T REACH HIM.

CELERY HASN'T HEARD FROM HIM.

I JUST TRIED TO CALL HIM
THREE TIMES,

AND HIS CELL PHONE IS OFF.
WHAT DOES DISPATCH SAY?

APPARENTLY HE'S BEEN PARKED
IN THE SAME LOCATION

FOR THE LAST 45 MINUTES.
3900 LAKE SHORE.

I'LL BE HERE.

THIS IS 1519.
THERE'S NO CAR HERE.

CAN YOU PLEASE REPEAT
THE LOCATION?
(radio static)

(female dispatcher)
GPS On car 1504 still reads

3900 Lake Shore.
OKAY. WELL THERE IS NO
3900 LAKE SHORE.

I MEAN, IT'S AN EMPTY LOT.
ANDY.

1519, we're trying
to narrow it down.
(radio static)

WE FOUND IT.
WE FOUND THE SENDER UNIT.

IT'S BEEN TAKEN
OUT OF THE CAR.

Sorry, go again.
You found the car?
NO, WE FOUND THE BOX.

THE CAR IS MISSING.

THERE'S NO SIGN
OF OFFICER SHAW.

(radio chatter, siren wailing)

(indistinct conversations,
camera shutter clicks)

FINAL ACT PREPARATIONS.

HE TURNED DOWN THE HEAT,
PAID HIS BILLS,

EVEN LAID HIS SUIT OUT.

THIS WAS TAPED
TO HIS COMPUTER.

(camera shutter clicking)

"MARLO CRUZ, SAM SWAREK,
OLIVER SHAW...

ANDY, CHLOE, DOV, NICK."

YEAH. IT'S A HIT LIST.

(sirens wailing,
helicopter whirring)

(radio chatter)

LAST RADIO CONTACT WAS
39 MINUTES AGO.

OLIVER SAID HE WAS
ON HIS WAY HERE.

SO WHAT, HE NEVER SHOWED?

HE DID. HIS UNIT LOCATOR
PINGED HIM AT THIS ADDRESS

ABOUT AN HOUR AGO.
IF HE'D ALREADY BEEN HERE,

WHY DID HE SAY HE WAS
ON HIS WAY?
(siren whoops)

OKAY, GOT IT.
(cell phone beeps)

THE GUYS JUST FOUND
FORD'S VAN AROUND THE CORNER.

WHAT ABOUT OLIVER'S CELL?
THERE'S NO SIGNAL.

THEY GOT TECHS
WORKING ON THE VAN,

UNIFORMS ARE SEARCHING
THE PARK.

FOR WHAT? A BODY?

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
DETECTIVE...

THERE'S SOMETHING
I THINK YOU NEED TO SEE.

HEY, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
YOU TWO...

LOOK,
AS SOON AS WE'RE DONE HERE,

I WANT YOU BACK AT THE STATION.

YOU STAY THERE
UNTIL THIS IS OVER.

WHAT?
WHY?

FRANK, THIS IS OLIVER.
WE NEED TO BE IN THIS.

KEVIN FORD MADE A HIT LIST,
SAM, AND YOU'RE ON IT.

SO IS McNALLY, SO IS CHLOE,
WHO'S NOW IN I.C.U.

SO IS OLIVER,
WHO'S NOW MISSING.

SO UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE,

YOU'RE BOTH STAYING
AT THE DAMN STATION.

(helicopter whirring,
siren wailing)

(radio chatter)

WHAT IS THIS?

LOOKS LIKE MARLO
WAS DOING HER RESEARCH.

SHE'S GOT COPIES OF EVERY FILE
ON KEVIN FORD,

EVERY INTERVIEW WITH HIM,
ABOUT HIM.

IT STRETCHES BACK ABOUT
THREE YEARS.

THERE'S EVEN A TIMELINE.

WHY AREN'T THESE CONFIDENTIAL
FILES BACK AT THE STATION?

(radio chatter)

YOU WANT TO TELL ME
WHAT'S GOING ON?

MARLO HAD A HUNCH.
CLEARLY SHE WAS RIGHT.

EXCUSE ME?

LUKE... SHE SLIPPED UP,

BUT SHE'S BACK ON HER MEDS.
SHE'S--SHE'S BETTER NOW.

MEDS FOR WHAT?

(siren wailing in distance)
MEDS FOR WHAT?!

SHE'S BIPOLAR.

SHE HAD A MANIC EPISODE--
JUST A BREAK.

SO SHE ENDED UP FOCUSING
ALL OF HER ENERGY

INTO KEVIN FORD
BECAUSE SHE THINKS

THAT HE KILLED THE KID
THREE YEARS AGO.

YOU BOTH HAVE BEEN COVERING
FOR HER?

SHE WAS RIGHT.
OKAY, SHE WAS RIGHT.

LOOK AT WHERE WE ARE.
LOOK AT WHAT HE'S DOING.

(laughs)
SHE WAS DEAD RIGHT
ABOUT THE GUY.

YEAH. OH.

BOX IT UP.
BRING IT TO THE STATION.

MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING
WE CAN USE.
LUKE--

I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU
ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW.

WE HAVE AN OFFICER MISSING.
LU--

(siren wailing in distance)

SO HOW DOES THIS WORK?

WE WAIT FOR HER TO WAKE UP,
AND THEN WE DUEL?

(chuckles) GUNS OR KNIVES?

HOW DO YOU FEEL
ABOUT PUB TRIVIA?

YOU MUST BE
MISS PRICE'S HUSBAND.

CAN I HAVE A WORD?
UH, ACTUALLY,
I'M HER HUSBAND.

OH, OKAY. A-AND YOU ARE?
BOYFRIEND.

(P.A. tone chimes,
woman speaking indistinctly)
EVERYTHING OKAY?

UNFORTUNATELY,
THE LATEST C.T. SHOWS

A CLOT IN HER CAROTID ARTERY,

WHERE WE REPAIRED
THE GUNSHOT WOUND.

AND I THINK
WE SHOULD REMOVE IT.

WE'VE GOT A WINDOW
OF OPPORTUNITY HERE,

AND IF WE LEAVE IT,

I'M CONCERNED THAT SHE COULD
SUFFER A STROKE,

NEUROLOGICAL DAMAGE,
POSSIBLY EVEN PARALYSIS.

SO... WHAT ARE WE
WAITING FOR?

AS WITH EVERY PROCEDURE,
THERE ARE RISKS,

AND YOU SHOULD KNOW
WHAT THEY ARE.

RISKS? WHAT KIND OF RISKS?

WE'LL NEED TO CLAMP OFF
THE DAMAGED ARTERY

TO GET TO THE CLOT.

PROBLEM IS SHE HAS SWELLING
ON THE OTHER SIDE.

IF THAT SWELLING INCREASES
WHILE WE'RE OPERATING,

THERE'S A POSSIBILITY

THAT SHE MIGHT NOT GET
SUFFICIENT CIRCULATION,

WHICH COULD LEAD TO BRAIN DEATH.

HOW MUCH OF A POSSIBILITY?
I'D SAY IT'S UNLIKELY.

BUT GIVEN HER CONDITION,
IT'S HARD TO QUANTIFY.

WHAT ARE THE OTHER OPTIONS?

WE MONITOR THE SITUATION.
TREAT HER WITH ANTICOAGULANTS,

AND MAYBE THE CLOT DISSIPATES
NATURALLY.

(telephone rings in distance)
IT'S A LOT TO PROCESS.

DOES SHE HAVE OTHER FAMILY
YOU SHOULD TALK TO?

YEAH. UM...
I'LL TRY CALLING THEM AGAIN.

BUT, DOCTOR, WHAT DO YOU THINK
WE SHOULD DO?

I THINK I SHOULD OPERATE.
AND SOON.

(cell phone case Velcro rips,
buttons click)

(refrigerator door opens)

CELERY.

(radio chatter)

HEY. I'M JUST MAKING MYSELF
USEFUL. KEEPING BUSY.

(chuckles) UM... I WAS GONNA
GO GET SOME DECENT BREAD,

BUT THE GUY AT THE FRONT--

I WAS GONNA GO
TO THE HEALTH FOOD STORE,

AND HE WOULDN'T LET ME LEAVE.
SO I DON'T KNOW.

I FIGURE OLIVER'S GOING TO BE
REALLY HUNGRY WHEN HE GETS BACK.

CELERY, OLIVER IS MISSING.

WE'RE DOING EVERYTHING
WE CAN TO FIND HIM.

I PROMISE WE ARE GONNA
BRING HIM BACK.

(sniffles and exhales)

OH, GOD. OKAY.

UM, WHAT CAN I DO?

NOTHING. JUST SIT TIGHT.

WE'RE GONNA FIND HIM.
OKAY. THANKS.

I GOTTA GO.

(telephone rings in distance)

OKAY, COLLINS, SWAREK,
McNALLY...

YOU WILL REMAIN AT THE STATION
UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

THE REST OF YOU, WE'RE LOOKING
FOR OLIVER'S SQUAD.

1504.
RIGHT NOW IT'S OUR ONLY LEAD.

(indistinct conversations)
DETECTIVE...

WE'VE GOT KEVIN FORD'S BROTHER
IN INTERVIEW ONE.
GREAT. THANKS. NASH.

CALLAGHAN, IF WE'RE GOING
TO MAKE SENSE OF THESE NOTES,

WE NEED TO BRING
MARLO INTO THIS.

(sighs) THAT'S UP TO YOU,
DETECTIVE.

AT THIS POINT,
WHAT DOES IT MATTER?

ALL RIGHT. COLLINS,

DO YOU WANT TO GET MARLO
IN HERE, PLEASE?
ALL RIGHT.

(sighs) WHAT?

HE'S OUT THERE SOMEWHERE.

AND WE CAN'T EVEN LEAVE
THE STATION.

OKAY. WE DON'T NEED
TO LEAVE, ALL RIGHT?

WE NEED TO USE OUR HEADS.

ANDY, WE WORK TOGETHER,
WE WILL FIND HIM

'CAUSE THAT'S WHAT WE DO.

HONESTLY, I-I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM
IN OVER A WEEK.

IS THERE ANOTHER PLACE
THAT HE MIGHT GO--

ANOTHER ADDRESS?
ANOTHER WORKSPACE?

(exhales deeply)

HE'S YOUR LITTLE BROTHER.
YOU KNOW HIM BETTER THAN ANYONE.

PLEASE.
LOOK, I-I-I KNEW
HE WAS SPINNING OUT.

I MEAN, I SAW HIM
IN THE HOSPITAL.

HE WAS LOSING IT.
HE WAS LIKE A DIFFERENT PERSON.

BUT...

YOU KNOW, YOU GUYS HAVEN'T
EXACTLY MADE IT EASY ON HIM.

ALL RIGHT? YOU'VE HAULED HIM
IN HERE OVER AND OVER AGAIN,

ACCUSED HIM OF...
(voice breaking) OF--OF

ABDUCTING CHILDREN--OF--
OF HURTING CHILDREN.

OF COURSE HE'S UPSET.

UPSET?

ABE, YOUR BROTHER'S
SHOOTING POLICE OFFICERS.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS.
I SWEAR TO GOD, I DON'T KNOW.

I DON'T EVEN WANT
TO SEE HIM AGAIN.

I TOLD HIM THAT
IN THE HOSPITAL.

YOU TOLD HIM WHAT?
I CUT HIM OFF.

I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING
TO KILL ME RIGHT THERE.

(panting)

(bars clank)

(handcuffs clank)

(handcuffs rattling)

(pants and wheezes)

(handcuffs click)

(breathy voice) KEVIN...
(exhales)

(normal voice)
KEVIN, RIGHT?

(clacks)

(grunts, strained voice)
YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS?

'CAUSE ME--I'D KIND OF
LIKE TO TALK ABOUT THIS.

I'M A LITTLE CONFUSED HERE.

CONFUSING GETTING
HIT IN THE HEAD, HUH?

EVERYTHING GOES A LITTLE...
(blows air) YOU KNOW.

(exhales sharply, sniffs)
IT'S GONNA BE GOOD.

OKAY. KEVIN,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

SETTIN' THE SCENE.
SETTIN' THE TRAP.

I KNOW YOU.
(clattering)

YOU WERE THERE
THE DAY I GOT ATTACKED.
YES. YEAH, I WAS...

I ARRESTED THE GUY
THAT ASSAULTED YOU.

I WAS IN YOUR HOUSE.
I CALLED E.M.S. FOR YOU.

FUNNY, CONSIDERING
YOU PUT HIM UP TO IT.
WHAT?

YEAH, I KNOW
WHAT'S GOING ON.

LOOK, I SAW WHAT SHE DID.
(door squeaks)

THAT BITCH HAS IT OUT
FOR ME.

(lock clicks)
AND YOU'RE PART OF IT.
SO, DON'T.

JUST DON'T.

(chuckles) OLIVER SHAW.
YOU'RE ON MY LIST.

OKAY. ALL RIGHT. LIST.

KEVIN, WHAT LIST
ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

ALREADY GOT ONE OF THEM.
(latch clicks)

(exhales sharply, sniffs)
UH, WHAT'S HER NAME? PRICE?

(pills rattling)
THE CHICKIE WITH THE--
THE BROWN HAIR.

(clears throat) I ONLY WISH
I GOT BOTH OF THEM.

(chuckles)
THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SWEET.

UH, BUT YOU KNOW...
(pills rattle)

YOU WIN SOME, LOSE SOME.
(bottle lid clicks)

(exhales) I DON'T WANT
TO TALK ANYMORE.

THAT OFFICER THAT YOU SHOT--
SHE'S STILL ALIVE.

I SAID I DON'T WANT TO--
CHLOE PRICE IS STILL ALIVE.

(shouting) I DON'T WANT
TO TALK ANYMORE!
YOU GOT A CHANCE
TO GET OUT OF THIS.

YOU GOT A CHANCE!
SHUT UP!

YOU HAVE A CHANCE TO--
GET UP!

(punches)
AAH!

(panting)
(grunts)

NOBODY LISTENS TO ME!

(grunts)

GAIL, WE'RE GONNA FIND HIM.
THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE

KEPT SAYING TO ME
WHEN CHRISTIAN WAS MISSING.

I KNOW THEY WERE JUST TRYING
TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER,

BUT IT WORKED. SO, GAIL, WE'RE--
WE'RE GONNA FIND HIM.

THAT'S ALL I WANT.

OKAY, WE FIND OLIVER.

HE MAKES A VERY DUMB JOKE.

CHLOE GETS OUT OF THE HOSPITAL.
I MAKE FUN OF HER TO HER FACE.

WE GO BACK TO THE PENNY.

WE STIFF DOV THE BILL.
(chuckles)

I MEAN, THAT'S LIFE
AS IT WAS.

THAT'S LIFE
AS IT SHOULD BE.

OH, MY GOD, WE'VE HAD IT
VERY, VERY EASY.

I DON'T KNOW.

LAST YEAR WAS PRETTY ROUGH.
HONESTLY,

THAT FEELS LIKE IT HAPPENED
TO SOMEBODY ELSE.

I MEAN, I... I DON'T REALLY
FEEL ANYTHING FOR MONTHS,

BUT... I GOT MEAN.

MESSED THINGS UP.

IT SEEMS
VERY... STUPID RIGHT NOW.

I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE--MAYBE
THAT'S PART OF THE POINT.

PART OF THE... PLAN.

THANK YOU, CONFUCIUS.

I'M JUST SAYING,

WHEN IT'S DARK ENOUGH,
YOU CAN SEE THE STARS.

(indicator clicking,
radio chatter)

THREE YEARS AGO,
MARCUS HARTLEY WENT MISSING.

KEVIN FORD WAS
THE NUMBER ONE SUSPECT.

HIS ALIBI--
IT JUST DIDN'T ADD UP.

THEY NEVER FOUND THE BOY--
MARLO. MARLO, RIGHT NOW
WE JUST NEED TO FIND FORD, OKAY?

Y--I KNOW. I--
LOOK, YOU'VE BEEN TRACKING
THIS GUY FOR WEEKS.

LET'S JUST--LET'S JUST
TALK IT THROUGH,

SEE IF WE CAN
FIGURE THIS OUT, OKAY?
ALL RIGHT.

OKAY, UH, THE 11th?
I MEAN, WORK. WORK.

THERE WAS A DROP-OFF
AT THE STORE,

AND THEN SHE WAS IN
FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT.

SAME FOR THE 12th,
SAME FOR THE 13th.

THE 14th IS SATURDAY.
WHY DO I KNOW THAT?

WELL, THERE'S NOTHING
UNTIL 3:00 P.M. THE NEXT DAY.

WELL, LET'S CHECK IT ANYWAY.
IT'S NOT GONNA HAVE ANYTHING.

WHY--WHAT? WHY?
BECAUSE YOU WENT AWAY
THAT WEEKEND.

REMEMBER? CHICAGO.
YOU WENT TO THAT PLACE DOWNTOWN.

YOU WENT TO THE RESTAURANT WHERE
YOU GOT SERVED BY BLIND PEOPLE.

(papers rustle)
RELAX.
I WASN'T SPYING ON YOU.

OLIVER TOLD ME.
OH.

14th--LET'S, UH,
LET'S CHECK IT, OKAY?

FINE.

IT'S JUST A PARKING TICKET.

3550 QUEEN.
WHERE IS THAT?

MM. QUEEN AND SHANNON, MAYBE?
YEAH.

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT,
THERE'S TWO MORE.

3552 QUEEN. 3598 QUEEN.

MARLO, UH, QUEEN AND SHANNON--
WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT?

YOU FILED A COUPLE
OF PARKING TICKETS

ALL AROUND THE SAME ADDRESS?

I... I DON'T KNOW.

I WOULD HAVE TAKEN THEM
OFF HIS VAN

AND JUST FILED THEM BY DATE.
OKAY. QUEEN AND SHANNON.

MM-HMM.
(typing)

(computer beeps)
THERE'S A, UH, CAMERA STORE,
POST OFFICE...

(beeps)
A COUPLE OF RESTAURANTS...

OKAY, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.

THERE'S FOUR MORE TICKETS
IN THE SYSTEM.

ALL OF THEM UNPAID,
IN THE SAME INTERSECTION.

(computer beeps)

SAM, THEY'RE ALL
FROM THIS WEEK.

(door buzzes and beeps)
ABE...

QUEEN AND SHANNON--
MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?
(door closes)

WE USED TO LIVE AROUND THERE
WHEN WE WERE KIDS.

MY DAD WORKED IN THE AREA, SO...
(sets down cell phone)

WHERE DID HE WORK?

HE WORKED SECURITY AT
ONE OF THE CHURCHES ON QUEEN.

A ROUGH AREA BACK THEN,

SO THEY NEEDED SOMEONE
IN THERE AT NIGHT.

BUT THAT WAS YEARS AGO,
BEFORE, UH,

BEFORE HE STARTED HIS BUSINESS.

IS THERE ANY REASON YOUR BROTHER
WOULD GO BACK THERE?

YEAH.

YEAH, I GUESS THERE'S
ABOUT A MILLION REASONS--
ABE.

PLEASE.
(sets down cell phone)

WHY WOULD HE GO BACK
TO THE CHURCH?

MY DAD WASN'T, UH,
THE BEST FATHER.

YOU KNOW?

WASN'T A NICE MAN.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

HE USED TO T--

HE USED TO TAKE ONE OF US
WITH HIM... TO WORK

TWO OR THREE TIMES A WEEK.

UH, AND WE'D COME HOME
IN THE MORNING,

AND THEN WE'D HAVE...
BREAKFAST

AND EVERY TIME, IT WAS LIKE
IT DIDN'T--IT DIDN'T HAPPEN.

YOU KNOW, BUT... (chuckles)

IT DOES. IT...

IT HAPPENS.

IT'S HOW YOU DEAL WITH IT
THAT--THAT--THAT MATTERS

YOU KNOW, AND--AND--AND,
UH, AND SO I, YOU KNOW,

I PULLED MYSELF TOGETHER.

BUT KEVIN...

HE FELL APART. (stammers)

BY THE TIME HE WAS 14,
HE WAS DRINKING EVERY NIGHT.

MM, BLACKING OUT EVERY WEEKEND.
AND--AND--AND...

HE'S--HE WAS A MESS.

(door buzzes and beeps,
telephone rings in distance)

HEY. WE GOT OUR CONNECTION
TO THE CHURCH.

IT TURNS OUT THEIR FATHER
WAS ABUSIVE TO THEM BOTH.

THE CHURCH IS WHERE IT HAPPENED.

WELL, LET'S GO.
LET'S CHECK IT OUT.
YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE.

OKAY, WE DO THIS WITH E.T.F.
I'LL CALL BAILEY.

(door buzzes)
ALL UNITS, 10-33.

(table clatters
and scrapes floor)
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, KEVIN?

YOU KNOW WHAT I'M DOING.

I JUST MISSED YOU TODAY.

AND YOU WERE LUCKY,
'CAUSE I'M A GOOD SHOT.

SOON, EVERYONE WILL KNOW.
KNOW WHAT?

(table scrapes floor)

WHAT IT MEANS TO SUFFER.
(cocks rifle)

(sniffs)
MY DAD USED TO TAKE ME HERE.

NIGHT AFTER NIGHT.

HE SAID IT WAS GONNA BE FUN,
BUT IT WASN'T.

YOU AND ME, KEV.
KEVIN?

YOU AND ME.
WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER.

SHH, SHH, SHH, SHH.
KEVIN?

I STILL COME HERE SOMETIMES.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY.

IT'S NOT LIKE I'M EVER
GOING TO MAKE SENSE OF THIS.

(rifle clanks)

(exhales) I THOUGHT
I'D SUFFERED ENOUGH.

THEN YOU GUYS CAME ALONG.

(strained voice) YEAH,
YOU'RE BEING PARANOID.

(rifle clanks)

(gunshot)

NOBODY IS TRYING TO GET YOU!
NOBODY IS OUT TO GET YOU.

I NEVER TOUCHED THAT KID!
(rail clanks)

I NEVER TOUCHED HIM!

PEOPLE WHO DO THAT ARE SICK.
AND I-I HATE THEM!

AND NOW EVERYONE THINKS
I'M THE THING.

I'M THE ONE THING THAT
I HATE THE MOST.

EVEN MY OWN BROTHER THINKS SO.
I SEE IT IN HIS FACE.

I-I BELIEVE YOU.
I BELIEVE YOU, KEVIN. I DO.

IF THERE'S ANYTHING
I CAN DO TO MAKE THIS RIGHT...

(female dispatcher)
All cars, 10-33.

Wait for instructions.
(radio static)

10-33, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

10-33?
EMERGENCY.

IT MEANS EMERGENCY
STAND BY.

AHA. 10-33.

I LIKE IT.

THEY'LL ALL FUNNEL
THROUGH THE--THAT DOOR,

I'LL BE UP THERE WAITING.

YEAH.

NO, KEVIN,
THAT'S NOT GONNA WORK.

OKAY? E.T.F IS GONNA BE
ALL OVER THIS THING.

THERE ARE A LOT OF GUNS
COMING.

I TOLD YOU I'M A GOOD SHOT.
(belt clacks)

NO, I'M SERIOUS.
I'M SERIOUS. YOU MADE YOUR LIST.

I PROMISE YOU NOT ONE OF THEM
IS COMING OUT TODAY.
(cell phone beeps)

(line rings)
THOSE OFFICERS ARE
AT THE STATION,

AND THEY ARE NOT
GOING ANYWHERE.

(man)
9-1-1. What's your emergen--

(beeps and clatters)

DON'T WORRY.
THEY'RE COMIN' FOR YA.

WON'T BE LONG.

KEVIN?

KEVIN!

(siren wailing)

WE ALREADY HAVE EYES
ON THE BUILDING.

TWO FLOORS, SILENT ENTRY.

ASSAULT TEAMS WILL BE STATIONED
ON THE SOUTHEAST

AND NORTHWEST CORNERS.

HEY. WE JUST PICKED UP A SIGNAL
FROM OLIVER'S CELL PHONE.

SAME LOCATION.
ST. AUGUSTUS ON QUEEN.

OKAY, BAILEY, CALLAGHAN,
YOU'LL BE RUNNING THIS

FROM THE COMMAND BUS.

I WANT ALL CLEARED OFFICERS
ON THIS.

WE DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE
WALKING INTO HERE,

SO LET'S KEEP OUR EYES OPEN.
THAT CLEAR?

(officers) YES, SIR.
EVERYONE COMES HOME TODAY.

EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.
NASH, YOU'RE WITH CALLAGHAN.

McNALLY, COLLINS, SWAREK,
YOU'RE STAYING PUT.

NO DISCUSSION.

(indistinct conversations)

I KNOW.

I DON'T THINK
YOU SHOULD GO.

STEVE, IT'S GONNA BE FINE.

YOU KNOW, YOU STAY
AT THE BACK, ALL RIGHT?

YOU GO IN LAST.
YOU ACT LIKE A COWARD.

OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?

COWARDICE IS
HIGHLY UNDERRATED, TRACI.

THE THING IS,
YOU WOULD KNOW THAT

SINCE YOU HAPPEN TO BE
THE TOUGHEST BROAD I KNOW,

AND THAT'S SAYING A LOT,

CONSIDERING I GREW UP
WITH GAIL, YOU KNOW.

HOW ABOUT I MAKE YOU
THAT DINNER TONIGHT?

I'D LIKE THAT, BUT, UH,

RED WINE FOR
THE LITTLE GUY, RIGHT?

YEAH, SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
YEAH?

(whispers) CAREFUL.

(whispers) SEE YOU SOON.

HAVE YOU CALLED HOLLY?
EXCUSE ME?

LOOK, I CALLED MY MOM,
CHRISTIAN.

HELL, I EVEN TALKED
TO DENISE.

I'M LUCKY THAT EVERYONE ELSE
I CARE ABOUT

IS RIGHT HERE AT THIS DIVISION.

GAIL, I'M JUST SAYING...
CALL HER.

KEVIN?

HEY, KEVIN, LISTEN TO ME, MAN.

IT'S NOT TOO LATE.
YOU GOT--YOU GOT TIME STILL.

YOU GOT MY RADIO.
JUST HIT THE BUTTON ON THE SIDE

AND TELL 'EM THAT IT'S OVER.

(radio chatter)
SNIPER ON THE SOUTH SIDE.
CAN'T SEE ANYTHING.

NOTHING FROM
THE MAIN ENTRANCEWAY.

NO MOVEMENT INSIDE.

(radio static)
I WANT EYES
INSIDE THE BUILDING.

(man) Copy that.
Heading to the south end.

I MEAN, WHAT DO YOU THINK'S
GONNA ACTUALLY HAPPEN HERE?

IT'S JUST YOU AND ME, MAN.
THERE IS NO E.T.F.

I LIED ABOUT THAT.

SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE.
I AM NOT THAT IMPORTANT A GUY.

(radio chatter)

(man) Okay.

KEVIN, THEY'RE HERE!
E.T.F. IS HERE! I LIED, MAN!

YOU GOT ABOUT TWO MINUTES!

(radio chatter)

HE'S ALIVE.

KEVIN, IT'S NOT TOO LATE.

I SWEAR TO GOD,
I'LL MAKE THIS RIGHT FOR YOU.

IF YOU DIDN'T DO IT...

(video audio muted)

(siren wailing in distance)

(Oliver) YOU'RE GONNA HAVE
TO PUT YOUR GUN DOWN, MAN.

THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE.
COME OUT, COME OUT.

IT ISN'T WORTH IT, MY FRIEND,
I SWEAR.

YOU CAN WORK THIS OUT.
YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT...

(siren wailing in distance)

(radio static)
(man) Southwest door
barricaded shut.

Looks like some kind
of pressure switch, pipe bomb.

(radio static)

(man) Same thing on our side.
No entry at the southeast door.

Only clear entryway
is north door.

THEN WE GO THROUGH
THE FRONT.

ALPHA, BRAVO, MOVE TO NORTH SIDE
FOR IMMEDIATE ENTRY.

(radio static)
Roger that.

Taking the west staircase.

Roger that.
Taking the east.

NO, NO! GO BACK! GO BACK!
THERE'S A GUN!

GUN! GUN IN THE BALCONY!

WEST BALCONY CLEAR!

CENTER'S CLEAR.
EAST BALCONY CLEAR!

GOT A RIFLE ON THE EAST BALCONY.

WE'RE CLEAR!
GOING IN THREE.

(clacking)
(grunts)

HEY, HEY!

(groaning)

FRANKIE?
GOOD TO SEE YOU, BROTHER.

YEAH, YOU SHOULD LISTEN.
GET HIM OUTTA HERE.

GUY WAS RIGHT UP THERE.

I THOUGHT HE WAS
GONNA START SHOOTING.

HE WAS UP ON THE BALCONY.
ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.

(radio chatter)

(man speaks indistinctly)

I COULDN'T GET AHOLD
OF HER PARENTS,

BUT I CALLED MY DAD.
HE'S A DOCTOR,

SO, YOU KNOW, I FIGURED
WE'D GET A SECOND OPINION.

I-I EXPLAINED EVERYTHING
TO HIM,

AND HE THINKS THAT SURGERY
IS DEFINITELY HER BEST OPTION.

(scoffs)

I CAN'T LET THEM CUT HER OPEN
AGAIN, MAN. NOT NOW.

I KNOW, BUT IF WE DON'T
DO THIS OPERATION,

SHE COULD BE PARALYZED
OR WORSE.

THAT COULD HAPPEN
IF THEY DO OPERATE.

BUT THE DOCTOR SAID
IT'S FAR LESS LIKELY.

SHE ALSO SAID
CHLOE COULD HEAL ON HER OWN.

SO WHAT,
YOU WANNA JUST DO NOTHING?

YOU WANNA JUST GAMBLE
THAT SHE'S GONNA BE OKAY?

LOOK, I DON'T NEED
YOUR PERMISSION HERE.

I'M HER HUSBAND. I HAVE
THE AUTHORITY TO MAKE THIS CALL.

SO THAT'S IT?

THIS IS WHAT SHE'D WANT.

AND IF YOU KNEW HER
AS WELL AS YOU THINK YOU DO,

YOU'D KNOW THAT.

I'M GETTING THE DOCTOR.

SHE NEEDS TO HAVE
THIS OPERATION.

DOV.

IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN.

OLIVER'S OKAY. THEY FOUND HIM.
HE WAS AT THE CHURCH.

WHERE'S FORD?
DID THEY BRING HIM IN?

THEY DIDN'T FIND FORD.

WHAT?
HE WASN'T AT THE CHURCH.

I DON'T KNOW. WE GOT
OFFICERS AT HIS HOUSE,

AT THE WAREHOUSE,
AT HIS BROTHER'S CABIN.

HE'S NOT GONNA GO THERE.

HE USED IT AS HIS ALIBI
LAST TIME,

AND IT DIDN'T ADD UP THEN.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

HIS BROTHER SAID THAT THEY
SPENT THE WEEKEND TOGETHER.

BUT THERE'S NO EVIDENCE
OF IT.

OKAY? I HAVE
A WITNESS STATEMENT...

THAT SAYS, "NO,
I DID NOT SEE KEVIN'S VAN.

IN FACT, I DIDN'T SEE
ANY VEHICLES AT ALL.

MAYBE NEITHER ONE OF THEM
WAS THERE.

WELL, ABE SAID THAT THEY WERE,
SO WHY WOULD HE LIE ABOUT THAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

(radio chatter)

MAKE AN ALIBI
FOR HIS BROTHER?

(door buzzes in distance)

WHAT IF I WAS WRONG?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

THIS WHOLE TIME, WHAT IF I WAS
LOOKING AT THE WRONG BROTHER?

(gun clicks)

HEY.

HEY.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

GOING HOME.

THE GUY'S STILL OUT THERE.

(chuckles) YEAH. I KNOW.

YOU SHOULD STAY HERE.

FRANK'S RIGHT.

BEST PLACE FOR YOU.

OH. BUT NOT YOU,
RIGHT?

YOU'RE GOOD.
YOU'RE BULLETPROOF.

NO.

SAM, YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE.

YEAH, I CAN, ACTUALLY.

IT'S THE ONLY THING
I CAN DO.

THE ONLY GOOD THING.

HEY. HEY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
THE ONLY GOOD THING YOU CAN DO?

HOW'S IT A GOOD THING
TO LEAVE?

EVERYBODY'S FINE.
OLIVER'S OKAY.

RIGHT. SO STAY.
I CAN'T.

I CAN'T. (sighs)

(man speaks indistinctly)

I CAN'T BE HERE ANYMORE...
WITH YOU.

I... I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I SCREWED IT UP.
IT'S MY FAULT.

I SCREWED IT UP
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

ANDY, I WANT YOU
TO BE HAPPY,

MORE THAN ANYTHING
IN THE WORLD,

MORE THAN ANYTHING
I COULD EVER WANT FOR MYSELF.

AND YOU ARE--WITH HIM.

AND THAT MEANS, UH...

I GOTTA GO.

SAM. HEY.

SAM.

(horn honks in distance)

SAM.

1504--THIS IS OLIVER'S SQUAD.

WHY IS IT HERE?

(clicks)

(beeps)

(indistinct conversations)
(Frank) YEAH? WHAT'S GOING ON?

McNALLY AND I
ARE IN THE PARKING LOT.

WE GOT OLIVER'S CRUISER.
Swarek...

I TOLD YOU TO STAY
IN THE STATION.

YEAH, I KNOW.

LISTEN,
EVERYONE ON THE LIST IS HERE,

AND NOW OLIVER'S CAR
IS PARKED OUTSIDE.

WAIT, WAIT. THAT CAN'T BE.
WE HAVE NOT RECOVERED HIS SQUAD.

I THINK HE'S HERE.
THIS WHOLE THING IS A DIVERSION.

I THINK KEVIN FORD
IS IN THE STATION.

SWAREK. SWAREK!

(door buzzes and beeps)

WHAT'S GOING ON?

(lowered voice)
WE HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE

KEVIN FORD IS IN THE BUILDING,
ARMED.

YOU NEED TO SECURE THIS AREA.

I'VE GOT FOUR BODIES
IN CELLS.

HE'S NOT AFTER THEM.
HE'S AFTER US.

LOCK THE DOORS AND DON'T LET
ANYONE IN YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE.

FORD MIGHT BE WEARING
A POLICE UNIFORM.

I'LL START CLEARING
FROM HERE,

THEN I'M GETTING MY GUN.
YOU STAY PUT.

I'M GONNA CLEAR THE SQUAD ROOM,
AND I'LL MEET YOU IN THE MIDDLE.

(radio chatter)

(turns knob)

(radio chatter continues)

(telephone rings)

(indistinct conversations,
radio chatter)

CELERY.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
I'M ON MY WAY TO THE HOSPITAL.

IS OLIVER OKAY?
OLIVER'S FINE.

I THINK KEVIN FORD
IS IN THE BUILDING,

DRESSED AS A POLICE OFFICER.

COME WITH ME. LOCK IT DOWN.
STAY OFF THE RADIO.

RIGHT. I GOT IT.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

WENDY.
OKAY, WENDY, COME WITH ME.

IN HERE, PLEASE.

WH-WHAT'S HAPPENING?

STAY HERE.
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS,

DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR
UNLESS YOU RECOGNIZE THE VOICE

ON THE OTHER SIDE.
I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.

(radio chatter)

(unholsters gun)

SAY KEVIN HAS
A WEEKEND BLACKOUT.

HE DOESN'T HAVE
A SOLID ALIBI

WHEN THE POLICE COME ASKING
ABOUT THE HARTLEY BOY,

SO ABE OFFERS TO HELP.

BUILDS HIMSELF AN ALIBI
IN THE PROCESS.

AND HE PINS IT ALL
ON HIS LITTLE BROTHER.

ABE'S STILL
IN THE STATION, RIGHT?

I THINK SO.

(vibrating)

COLLINS.

FORD! NO!

(officers shouting at once)

SAM!

(door buzzes and beeps)

(shouting continues,
radio chatter)

YOU GOTTA
KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN.

STAY DOWN, STAY DOWN.
NO, NO, NO.

SAM, YOU GOTTA STAY DOWN,
OKAY?

(indistinct shouting continues)

WE GOT HIM.

WE DID.

TOLD YOU WE WOULD.

I MEAN, I DIDN'T MEAN
I TOLD YOU SO, BUT...

(panting)
I KNOW WHAT YOU MEANT.

I GOTTA GET UP.

SAM, NO,
YOU GOTTA STAY DOWN, PLEASE.
I GOTTA GET UP.

SAM, PLEASE,
YOU GOTTA RELAX, OKAY?

JUST STAY DOWN.
IT'S GONNA BE FINE.

(indistinct shouting)

MOVE. OFFICER,
YOU GOTTA MOVE BACK.

NO, I'M GOING.

(gurney wheels clack)

(siren wailing)

(indistinct conversations)

(siren continues wailing)

(ventilator whooshing)

C.T.A.S. 1.
WE HAVE A 35-YEAR-OLD MALE.

P.O., G.S.W. TO THE CHEST.

G.C.S.'s A 9.

SAM?
FIVE MINUTES OUT.

I'M RIGHT HERE.

(strained voice) OKAY.

I'M JUST GONNA...
TALK OR SOMETHING

UNTIL WE GET THERE,
'CAUSE I DON'T REALLY KNOW

WHAT ELSE TO DO.

OKAY.
SO...

OKAY, BUT NOT YOU.
OKAY? SAVE EVERY BREATH.

GOOD PLAN.

IT IS, ACTUALLY.

IT'S AN EXCELLENT PLAN.

YOU'RE GONNA LIE THERE,
AND YOU'RE GONNA LISTEN TO ME.

I'M GONNA TELL YOU
A STORY.

IT WAS JUST, YOU KNOW,
A NORMAL NIGHT,

AND WE WERE LYING IN BED.
AND...

MY STOMACH WAS HURTING
FROM LAUGHING

'CAUSE YOU WERE TEASING ME
ABOUT SOMETHING.

I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT.

I MUST HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP
OR SOMETHING,

BECAUSE... ALL OF A SUDDEN
I WAS HAVING THIS--

THIS REALLY TERRIBLE DREAM.

AND I COULDN'T STOP CRYING.

YOU KNOW,
I WAS CRYING AND...

YOU WEREN'T EVEN
REALLY AWAKE.

I REMEMBER YOU--
YOU GRABBED ME.

I REMEMBER...

YOU WERE JUST HOLDING ME
SO TIGHT,

ALL OF A SUDDEN,

YOU SAID,
"I'M RIGHT HERE.

I'M GONNA HOLD ON TO YOU,
AND I'M NEVER GONNA LET YOU GO."

RIGHT THEN...

I KNEW THAT I WOULD NEVER
FEEL MORE LOVED...

(voice breaks)
OR MORE KNOWN.

LOOK, I KNOW IT'S SMALL.

I KNOW
IT'S A REALLY SMALL MOMENT.

IT'S... IT'S NOT
EVEN A GOOD STORY.

THAT WAS
A PRETTY GOOD STORY.

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU.

YOU'RE MY STORY.

SAM...

YOU.

(swallows)

OFFICER, YOU'RE GONNA
HAVE TO MOVE BACK.

(siren wailing in distance)

(monitor beeping steadily)

SO?

HE WON'T CONSENT
TO THE PROCEDURE.

OKAY, BUT MAYBE IF WE
TALK TO HIM TOGETHER...

NO, YOU CAN'T GO IN THERE.

WHAT?

HE'S MADE HIS WISHES CLEAR,

AND NOW HE'S ASKED TO BE
ALONE WITH HIS WIFE.

I'M SORRY.

(Matt Walters'
"I Would Die For You" playing)

(door buzzes and beeps)

ANY NEWS?

YEAH. THEY'RE MOVING HIM
INTO SURGERY.

* HE BURIED HER HEART STILL

LOOK, MARLO...

EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED
HERE WITH YOU...

WE NEED TO DEAL WITH IT.

YEAH.

I GOT IT.

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE
TO PACK YOUR THINGS.

GO HOME.

MM-HMM.

TAKE YOUR TIME.

* IN THE RAINED-ON RIVERBED

(door buzzes and beeps)

IS HE ALIVE?

NO.

NO, HE'S NOT.

LOOK, ABE, I'M GONNA...
HAVE TO ASK YOU

ABOUT MARCUS HARTLEY.

COME ON, DETECTIVE.
IT'S OVER.

JUST HELP ME CLEAR UP
A FEW THINGS.

THE WEEKEND
THAT MARCUS DISAPPEARED,

WHERE WERE YOU?

* HE COULD FEEL HER FLOAT

* SHE SAID, "I...

* "I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

* "AND I

* I WOULD DIE FOR YOU"

HEY, I CAME
AS SOON AS I HEARD.

HEY.

I'M REALLY GLAD
THAT YOU'RE HERE.

STEVE, THIS IS HOLLY.
CHRIS, THIS IS HOLLY.

HEY, HOW'S IT GOING?

HEY.

(whispers)
WAKE UP, WAKE UP.

YOU GOTTA WAKE UP.

* A LOVE SO DARK

COME ON, BABY.
YOU GOTTA STOP WAKING ME UP.

YOU GOTTA WAKE UP
EVERY HOUR.
(groans)

IT'S BEEN FIVE MINUTES.

NO, IT HASN'T, DUMBO.

(chuckles)
(whispers) EYES OPEN.

HEY, WHAT, UH, OKAY.
IS IT, UH...

(whispers) WHAT?
IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?

OKAY, DID WE GET HIM?

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
WE GOT HIM.

YEAH?
YOU GOT HIM, YEAH.

OKAY, GOOD. GOOD. YEAH.
SO EVERYTHING...

EVERYTHING'S FINE.

YEAH, EVERYTHING'S FINE.

OKAY.

GOOD.

MM.
* I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

MM.

* YEAH, I

* I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

* AND IT ALL CAME TRUE

* YEAH, IT ALL CAME TRUE

(sobbing)

**

(continues sobbing)

**

* HE LAY HER DOWN

* IN THE GENTLE EARTH

I'M SORRY.

DON'T BE.

* KISSED HER EYES CLOSED

THANK YOU.

HEY, DOC, DOC, CAN WE GO IN?
CAN WE SEE HIM?

NOT YET. I'M SORRY.

DOC.

PLEASE?

FINE. ONE OF YOU.

ONE PERSON.

RIGHT HERE.

* I

IT'S OKAY.

(whispers) GO.

GO. IT'S FINE.

* WOULD DIE FOR YOU

* I

* WOULD DIE FOR YOU

(Velcro rips)

* I

(Velcro rips)

* I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

* I

* I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

* I

(woman speaks indistinctly)

(man) YEAH, PATIENT'S TACHY.
STILL UNRESPONSIVE.

(speaking indistinctly)

* DIE FOR YOU

CROSSMATCH 4 UNITS OF P.R.B.C.s,
10 UNITS OF PLATELETS.

8 UNITS OF F.F.P.

(monitor beeps)