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Mommy's not taking us
again today.

Look around. Do you see Mommy?

I don't mind working

as a human lie detector,

but it's been four nights
in a row now,

and frankly, my family
is starting to lose it.

We just got a call.

Apparently, he struck again.

He takes their hearts.

Carves it
right out of their chest.

Doesn't have anything
to do with sex.

It's biblical.

They called an ambulance

for Mr. Push sometime
after 3:00 this morning.

You came to visit me
in my bedroom.

It was around 3:30
in the morning.

I thought that I was dreaming.

Alison,
they're related.

You must have died
for a minute or two.

What's related?

The murders, the victims,
the ones he chooses.

It's not random.

According to their DNA markers,
both women have the same father.

Look what Daddy brought.

I'm uncorking that at 9:15.

Shall we synchronize
our watches?

Just go.

I want you to forget
about all this.

I want you
to concentrate

on getting better.

Sorry I'm late.

So, how did it go
with the kids?

( sobbing softly )

( phone ringing )

Hello?

Alison? Ken Push.

Let's get some rest.

And I'll see you soon, okay?

Not if I don't see you first...
okay?

( laughs softly ):
Okay.

Bye.

( line disconnects )

( monitor beeping )

( beeping faster )

( steady flatline beeping )

CAPTAIN PUSH: "Prepare slaughter
for his children

"for the iniquity
of their fathers,

"that they do not rise,
nor possess the land,

nor fill the face of the world
with cities."

Isaiah, Book 23,
Chapter 14, Verse 21.

* He's baaaaack. *

He's broke.

Do I have to?

Don't you have ten of these
on file already?

Well, just sign it.
I'll fill out the rest.

You want a
dirty magazine?

Uh, actually...

I want you.

I can't believe
I'm doing this.

I'm going to
lose my job.

No, you won't.

You're helping to make some
poor, childless couple happy.

No one could fire you for that.

Well, if you're just going
to sit there,

you better hand me
one of those magazines.

Okay.

( whispering ):
Okay.

But no touching.

( girl speaking in distance )

JOE:
Hi.

Hey.

Any dreams?

Hmm-mm.

So, you ready
for what's next?

( groaning )

That's the spirit.

BRIDGETTE:
But I don't understand.

You didn't go to France
to make it, so why

do they call it
French toast?

They didn't go to France
to get French fries, either.

Idiot.

-Hi.
-Hey.

Uh-uh. What kind of talk is that
on the first day of school?

Sixth graders do not
call people idiots.

French toast, French fries,

French vanilla
ice cream--

they were all invented
in France.

The original recipes
came from France.

What about
French kissing?

Oh, that-- uh, that
was invented here.

By me.

Ooh.

All right,
so I'm out of here.

You got school covered?

Yes, I do.

Dropping off, picking up--
covered, covered, covered.

And we're going shopping
for school supplies.

( cheering )

Okay, you know I got that thing
at 5:00, right?

Thing at 5:00. School supplies.

7:00, dinner.

Done.

It's not personal, you know.

ALLISON:
I know.

Believe me, no one wants

to put you back to work
more than I do.

In fact, I'd gladly go out
and kill someone myself

if I thought
I could get away with it.

But right now, thankfully,
Phoenix is quiet.

You want to go through
the cold case files?

That's probably good
for a day's pay.

I did that last week.

So, anything new
on the Phantom?

Allison,
what "new" are you expecting?

( clearing throat )

Look...

I'm as frustrated as you are.

Once we figured out
that the victims were related

because their father was
the same anonymous sperm donor,

I thought we were 70%
of the way there.

Unfortunately,
all the sperm donations

were made in the '80s,
and both facilities

both here and in Texas,
are long since out of business.

But there have to be records
for health reasons.

Oh, there are.
We think.

We hope.

The FBI assures me
that there are agents

poring through bankruptcy court
filings in both states

trying to unearth the location

of any relevant
medical archives.

The good news is
whoever he is,

whatever he wanted,
it... seems to be over.

It seems to have stopped.

It happened just like
he said it would.

What did Captain Push call it--
a storm?

Three kids dead, eight days,
then...

it was gone.

Any more dreams?

Not since May.

Nothing since May.

How's he doing?

He's the same.

Say hi for me, will you?

( clearing throat )

( clearing throat )

Well, the Houston Astros
won again,

6-4 against the Cardinals.

( paper rustling )

There's still rain
in the Panhandle.

Oh, uh, the governor
called you yesterday.

He wanted you to know
his thoughts were with you.

You're a damn ignoramus,
you know that, Kenneth Push?

Cutting those
wires so, what?

Huh? So you could tell me
he was a sperm donor?!

That was the big news?!

That that's how
they were all related?!

That was worth trying
to kill yourself for?!

Well, we got that!

Two days later,
the victims' mothers

told us that.

And now, look at you:
here you are-- nowhere.

In a coma.

You're no use to anybody.

Whose idea was it
for you to seek therapy?

I told you.

My wife and I went
through a difficult period

a couple of months ago.

Once things cooled down

and we talked
about what had happened,

it was one
of the promises that I made.

We each...

made promises.

And what did she promise?

I don't know. Uh...
be more considerate, mostly.

Of who? Of what?

Of me, I guess... mostly.

And how long ago was this?

Uh, three months or so;
just before the summer.

What took you so long
to get in here?

I don't know.

It was summer.

The weeks got away from me,

and when I finally did call,
you were on vacation.

So, what does that make me,
Doc--

bipolar, codependent,
manic-depressive?

Homosexual.

Is your wife typically
inconsiderate of you?

Typically, my wife
is anything but inconsiderate.

If anything, she suffers from
an overabundance of empathy.

It's a kind of
disease with her.

She experiences it with almost
everyone she encounters:

friends and neighbors,
strangers.

Dead people.

And how do you account
for this lapse?

Lapse?

Well, you said you made
some sort of bargain.

She'd be more considerate;
you'd go into therapy.

I'm guessing her excessive
empathy was not in evidence

when whatever it was
that happened

to precipitate the bargain...

-happened.
-( laughing )

You know what?
It was nothing. It was stupid.

I acted like an ass,
to be perfectly honest with you.

Tell me.

There's nothing to tell.

It was...

Her work got intense.

She was home less and less.

One night, we made a plan;
she didn't make it.

She didn't call,
and I got angry.

But in the scheme of things,
it really, it was no big deal.

She didn't even call?

No.

Oh, you know, it sounds
profoundly inconsiderate to me.

What is your wife?

Is she a brain surgeon?

Was she in surgery
or something?

No, she, uh,
she works as a legal consultant.

I don't know.

That sounds profoundly
inconsiderate to me.

No, you're misunderstanding...

( alarm beeping )

Well, that's our session
for today.

Terrific meeting you,
Mr. Bourgeois.

"Mr. Bourgeois"?

Inspires a lot of confidence,
don't you think?

( chuckling softly )

So what else did he say?

I don't remember.

Nothing important.

Did you tell him about me?

Why, you think you're important?

Obviously you were a big part
of the conversation.

But you didn't tell him...?

About your secret?

How you came
to Earth

with powers and abilities
far beyond those of mortal men.

Shut up.

If you don't want to go anymore,
you don't have

to go anymore.

I mean, it seems
kind of silly now.

We're still here.

Everything's good.

Least I think it is.

Is it?

I mean, it is for me.

I just, I can't help
but wonder about you.

You mean because of the dreams?

I mean all of it.

You're not working.
You're not dreaming.

But I'm fine.

I'm really fine.

Okay.

I don't know.
Maybe I'll cancel next week.

I don't know.

Are you sure he didn't say
anything about me?

Actually, he did.

He said you sounded like you
were profoundly beautiful.

( very softly ):
"Profoundly beautiful."

I like that.

Who pees first?

( laughing ):
Oh, my God.

It's my birthday.

And it's my apartment,

so, obviously,
I pee first.

But I'm older,
and I actually

drank more
than you,

and besides,
it's past midnight,

so it's not your
birthday anymore.

So, keep your cool,
cross your legs,

and before you know it,
it will be your turn.

( squealing and laughing )

( laughing )

Hurry up!

I'm don't want to fall asleep
and wet the bed!

I don't want
to alarm you,

but I actually peed
a couple of swizzle sticks.

Don't worry.
They flushed fine.

Didn't stop up your commode,
or anything.

Hey, you don't mind
if I take a moment

and wash my hands, do you?

You have nothing
but time, right?

* Ya-da-dee,
ya-da-di... *

Hey, your teeth
floating yet?

( muffled scream )

All right, it's
your 18th birthday.

I guess I can let you void
your pretty little self.

Hey.

Chris, the, uh,
the door is stuck.

Chris, not funny.

( pounding ):
Open the door!

( continues pounding ):
Chris?

Chris!

At the top of our news,
the apparent abduction of...

I'm hearing it
for the first time right now.

...returned home from
an 18th birthday celebration.

Lovel, who,
according to her boyfriend,

was snatched sometime
after 1:00 in the morning

after her abductor
locked him in the bathroom...

Hey, hey, hey.

What's going
on there?!

-Bridge...
-It's not my fault.

No, I would love to meet you
at the crime scene.

It's just that school
just started again,

and I'm not dressed. I...
It's Devalos.

He and Scanlon are meeting

at the crime scene
in half an hour,

and he was wondering
if I could get down there.

I've got a project briefing
at 8:45.

No way I can get
there before 10:00.

He's got to be in
court at 10:00.

Mommy didn't finish covering
my books last night,

-and she promised.
-That's not fair.

No, that's not going to fly.

You don't know
my husband.

Okay, Detective Scanlon said
that if you can drop

the kids off at school,

he'll send a police car
to pick me up in 20 minutes.

( chuckling ):
And he says

if you won't pick up the kids,
he will send three police cars

with their sirens blaring
to pick me up in 20 minutes.

What?

Go ahead. Throw
on some clothes.

I'll make some calls.

I'll make it
work somehow.

Are you sure?

Sure, I'm sure.
What choice do I have?

You're obviously
profoundly...

happy.

DEVALOS:
With all due respect, my dear,

you, me, the police department,

and yes,
even His Honor the Mayor,

are now at the mercy of the FBI

and the federal
bankruptcy courts,

so if you would kindly
take a second and get

your pointy shoes out of my ass,
perhaps we could

strategize as to what
we're going to do

to get those two
august bodies

to speed
this thing along.

ALLISON:
What you looking at?

Why don't you come over here
and see for yourself?

( plastic on bed
rustling )

( clearing throat )

Nice to see you.

What's it been,
a couple months?

Thought maybe
you quit the business.

Nope. Business quit me.

You know how it is: you can't
find a good violent crime

when you need one.

So, what makes

everybody so sure

this has anything to do
with The Phant...

( sighing ):
Isaiah.

SCANLON:
There he be.

Didn't even notice

till ten minutes ago
when I switched on the light.

You know what stinks?

People are dying?

That goes
without saying,

but what really stinks

is the way this guy keeps
making asses out of us.

We can't figure out
who he is.

We can't find
his records,

but he's found them.

Somewhere
along the way,

he found them, and was able
to get the name and address

of every child he fathered.

( exhales )

Tell me you had a dream.

Tell me
you can unwind this thing.

Actually, I haven't had a dream
in months.

It's like it's all stopped up
in there or something.

I don't know.

Mmm.

Is there a bathroom I can use
without destroying any evidence?

-You all right?
-Yeah, I'm just...

The crime scene boys
took over

a vacant apartment at the end

-of the hall.
-Suddenly, I just...

( door shuts )

( creaking )

PUSH:
Ms. Dubois, can you hear me?

Ms. Dubois?

Can one of your cars
take me over

to St. Christopher's
Hospital right away?

You all right?

No, it's not me.
It's Captain Push.

I think he might be dead.

My name's Allison Dubois.

I'm with
the District Attorney's office.

I've been calling
for the last hour

on the condition
of Captain Kenneth Push.

-Are you family?
-Please, just tell me.

I'm sorry, miss,
unless you're family...

I... wait!
He's not in there.

( sobbing )

MAN:
Mrs. Dubois?

Mrs. Dubois?

Don't cry.

There's no reason to cry.

How can you say that?

Because I'm dead,

and everything that matters--
matters to me, anyway--

I can see.

I know how it works out.

I know how it all works out.

You do, huh?

Oh, you see everything,
you know everything?

Well... do you know this?

Do you know that I hate
what you've done to yourself?

Do you know that I hate
what you've done to me?

All right, let's go.

Keep coming.
That's good.

Grab him.
On three.

One, two, three.

Sorry.

Here you go,
Captain.

That's nice.

Nice and clean.

Teeth brushed,

face shaved.

I don't understand.
You're not dead?

Well, he's not...

but I am.

I don't understand.
How is that possible?

Well, I smoked too much,
drank too much,

lived too hard,

but my son...

Your s... your son?

You're Captain Push's father?

Yes, ma'am.

( chuckling ):
Oh, wow.

I thought
you knew that this morning

-in the bathroom.
-That was you?

So... he's not dead?

No, ma'am.

( chuckling )

You know...

( clearing throat softly )

...when you die, ain't much else
to do but watch your own.

So, when he cut
them wires...

( chuckling )

I was waiting for him.

I was there
when he saw what he saw

and tried
to tell you about it.

When he tried
to send you his dream.

Yeah, I got that.
I got his dream.

( chuckles wryly )

It was worthless.

The whole thing
has been worthless,

a waste of a really great life.

That's not true.

And that's what I'm here
to tell you about.

The waste was yours.

You didn't dream
the whole dream.

You cut it off.
You put yourself in it.

You were too preoccupied

with what was going on
in your own life

to see what he was trying
to show you.

You'd have seen
youse chasing the wrong man.

What, what are you talking
about-- "the wrong man"?

Do you know who he is?

No.

They brought him
back to life

before he had a chance
to tell me, but...

even if I knew,
it's not for me to say.

He's the one trying

to talk to you.

You got to dream
the dream.

( sighing softly )

I can't.

I haven't dreamt in months.

And you won't ever again...

unless you finish it.

You got to finish it.

The wrong man?

I know it's not
what you want to hear.

DiNovi, Lynn DiNovi.

And I've been on hold
for 20 minutes.

I understand that
the Director of the Bureau

is a very busy man, but I've got
the District Attorney of Phoenix

standing here,
and he's about

to be summoned
to court.

A message you
can slip him?

Sure. Tell him we've got
a guy running around here

cutting out
people's hearts,

and we were wondering
if he has a suggestion

as to what
we could use

to get the bloodstains
out of the sidewalk.

You wouldn't happen to know
who the right man is, would you?

Not specifically, no.

Allison, the mayor, the
governor, the chief of police--

every branch of government is
putting pressure on the FBI

to find those records
and get us a name--

the name of the man
who fathered those children.

I'm aware of all that.

"Prepare slaughter
for his children

for the iniquity
of their fathers":

that's the message
the killer leaves

at the scene
of every murder.

I know. I've been at the scene
of almost every murder.

Then think about
what you're saying.

The only thing
these victims have in common

in that they were fathered
by the same man; that's it.

Now, you tell me:
who else could it be?

I don't know.

Allison, people are hysterical;
the media's gone crazy;

the city's in a panic;
I'm sorry, but I'm not going

to call the powers that be
and tell them

to disregard the one lead--
the only lead-- that we have.

And I like Mr. Grusten,
but I don't like Mrs. Laker.

And I like Ms. Villa, but I'm
not sure about Ms. Fritz.

Boy, you sure have
a lot of teachers.

It's the sixth grade.

Everyone has a lot of teachers
in sixth grade.

Well, you can't argue with that.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Daddy?

-Yes?
-I don't understand.

I'm in the
sixth grade.

Why am I going to bed
the same time as a first grader?

BRIDGETTE:
Hey, it's not my fault

I'm in first grade.

I got born late.

Uh, Mom?

Well, that
is an excellent question.

I know.

But I think Dad and I
need to sleep on it.

It's only 8:00.

I don't think
letting her stay up

-till 8:30...
-Well, see, look.

Looks like you
already have Dad in your corner.

Yeah.

-Night.
-Night.

Do you want to tell me
what just happened in there?

Nothing happened in there.

An 11-year-old girl just asked
her parents for a later bedtime,

and her mother said
she'd like to sleep on it.

And what is it you're doing
right now?

I am getting ready
to sleep on it.

Uh, this, this, like,
this rush to bed--

this... wouldn't have anything
to do with me, would it?

Oh, yes, oh, my, yes.

Mm-hmm.

Aren't you forgetting something?

No. I brushed.

No. I meant, uh...

me.

Captain Push's late father
came to visit me today.

He told me
that I completely

misread the dream

that his son risked his life
trying to send me;

that I didn't finish it;

that if I ever hoped
to find out

who the Phoenix
Phantom was,

if I ever hoped
to dream again...

then I needed to re-dream
Captain Push's dream.

I needed to finish it.

And you want that?

They're looking
for the wrong man, Joe.

As long as they're looking
for the wrong man,

there's a possibility
somebody else might die.

Okay, that wasn't
what I asked you.

When that phone
rang this morning,

and you heard that they
wanted you at the crime scene,

you were positively giddy.

You know that?

Why do you look so disappointed?

I saw the shrink.

He kept trying to tell me
you were profoundly selfish.

Not profoundly beautiful.

But I don't know.
I think it's me.

I like it better
when you're all mine.

When the girls and I

don't have to share you
with your dreams,

with the cops... with...

You think that makes me
profoundly selfish?

Come here.

Hold me.

Help me dream.

( sighing )

* He's baaaaack. *

I can't believe
I'm doing this.

I'm going to
lose my job.

No, you won't.

You're helping to make some
poor, childless couple happy.

No one could fire you for that.

If you're going
to just sit there,

you better hand me
one of those magazines.

Okay.

But no touching.

You're crazy, you know that?

That church is making you crazy.

I mean... you're my wife.

It's not about that.

I know what it's about.

It's safe.

It's perfectly safe.

I read about it.
We can do... whatever.

We can do anything.

I can't help it.

I love this baby.

I don't want anything
to happen to this baby.

Nothing's going
to happen.

How do you think
the baby got here

in the first place?

Forget that.

Let's just do this.

Just finish what
you're doing.

-Come on. We need the money.
-( phone ringing )

JOE:
Don't you hear that?

It's for you.

Mmm.

Hello?

Allison, hi,
it's Manuel Devalos.

I'm very sorry to wake you
in middle of the night.

We found the body
of Christina Lovel.

He hung it
from a freeway overpass.

Painted the word "Isaiah" with
her blood all along the trestle.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

That's not all.

The FBI finally called.

Oh, my God, that's great.
That's really, really great.

Did you find him?
Did you get him?

Uh, we... found him.

Soon as we had a name,
we found him.

The only thing is...

he's been dead since 1997.

I met your dad.

Seemed like a nice man.

You want some light?

There you go.

I'll sit down.

But no touching.

You're crazy, you know that?

That church is making you crazy.

I mean... you're my wife.

It's not about that.

I know what it's about.

It's safe.

It's perfectly safe.

I read about it.

We can do... whatever.

We can do anything.

I can't help it.

I love this baby.

I don't want anything
to happen to this baby.

Nothing's going
to happen.

How do you think
the baby got here

in the first place?

Forget that.

Let's just do this.

Just finish what
you're doing.

Come on. We need the money.

What are you doing?

I'm getting out of here.

What do you mean
you're getting out of here?

How are we going
to pay the rent?

Don't know. Don't care.

I'm going back home to Texas.

I want a divorce.

Uh... a divorce?

You can't get a divorce.

We're having a baby.

It's 1983, darling.
Anyone can get a divorce.

Oh, my God.

You are the man
my daddy said you were.

You would do that?

You would leave me?
You would leave us?

No, no-no, no,
no, no, no.

You walk out that door,
and you will live to regret it.

I will bring up this child
to hate you.

Anything you accomplish,
he will undo.

Anything you build up,
he will tear down.

Anything you bring
into this world,

he will take out.

( gasping moan )

Oh, my God.

Sun.

-( laughing )
-Sun.

( whispering ):
Oh, my God.

He's talking!

He's moving!

Sun.

Natural sun.

The sun! The
sun woke him!

It was bothering him.

No.

Not the light.

Uh, the son.

His child.

His son.

His natural son.

Michael Rooker of Abilene, Texas
is listed as the birth father

to a boy
born to Catherine Rooker,

originally Catherine Naylor,

in 1983.

Turns out Isaiah Rooker
was born right here in Phoenix.

SCANLON:
From everything we can tell,

he never attended
a public school,

never obtained
a driver's license,

never registered
for the draft,

never received
a Social Security card,

a library card, a credit card,
or any other kind of card.

For all intents
and purposes,

the natural son-- the only son--

the only child to carry
Michael Rooker's name

might just as well not exist.

Wait a second.

How is that possible?

It's possible...

if you were brought up
to do one thing--

destroy every trace
of your father--

slaughter every child
he might have helped create.

SCANLON:
Which brings us

to our next problem.

This is the list from the FBI

of every child they believe
was born from the issue

of Michael Rooker.

There's one name left.
Her name's Bella Kayne.

She turned 18 two days ago.

Right now,
she's in protective custody,

but we can't keep her there
forever.

Since we have no idea
what this guy looks like,

where he lives,
where he works...

it's not like we can
just go pick him up.

If I knew how to

identify him, or at least
someone who could identify him,

I'd ask this young woman
to come out of hiding

just long enough

to lure him out into the open,
but...

since there's absolutely nobody
who knows who he is

-or even what he looks like,
it's... -( clears throat )

ALLISON:
Mr. District Attorney,

I'm not so sure that's true.

Once you explained
it was his natural son,

everything just fell into place.

That was today?

That was this morning?

I was still coming
out of the fog.

I had no recollection of that.

It's like, uh...

like I laid down for a nap
in May...

and woke up three hours ago.

You don't remember anything?

You know he's
still out there.

And you're the only
one who's seen him.

What do you mean?

You're the only one
who knows what he looks like.

But I don't.

Yeah, you do.

In that moment
when you were dead,

in that moment when you could
see everything...

I'm betting that
you saw this boy.

I'm betting that he's locked up
in there somewhere.

He's not locked anywhere.

I was in a coma.

I was gone.

Now I'm getting back.

I'm just praying I didn't lose
any luggage on the trip.

Can I help you
find this killer...

Mrs. Dubois?

When I'm finished here,

I'm just hoping
I can find my way home.

DEVALOS: Bella Kayne works
at the Sun Desert Arena.

She has since she was 16.

After graduating high school
last June, she became

assistant manager in charge
of arena concessions.

She's responsible
for the operations

on the "F" corridor.

During a game like today's,
over 1,300 individuals

cross through this corridor
at one time or another.

Fully 17% of those
fit the profile of our guy.

What Miss Kayne has very bravely

agreed to do is to
return to work today

in order to help us
draw Isaiah out.

We'll have armed,
plain-clothed

officers from all

your jurisdictions--
city, state, and federal--

posing as concession workers
in these eight positions.

Additionally, we're adding
extra surveillance cameras

to capture images
for later study

should our guy show up
but decide not to act.

But how can we be certain
he'll even show?

We can't.

Can't be certain he'll show.

Can't be certain if he shows,
we'll know who he is.

Can't be certain of much.

You can say that again.

( players shouting )

( applause and cheering )

Everybody understand what
we're looking for tonight?

( over radio ):
White male, 22 years old.

Well, now that you narrowed it
down for us...

PUSH:
I'm sorry.

This doesn't sit right.

What do you mean?

He's a grabber.

He snatches them,

and he takes them away
and cuts their hearts out.

How the hell is he
gonna do that here

in front of
hundreds of people?

Is that chick
from the mayor's office

with you right now?

Chick here.

( chuckles )

Sorry. Just wondering

if you were able to run
that little errand we discussed?

Leaking the girl's home
address to the press?

Yeah, about 45 minutes ago.

Good. Keep them out of our hair,
just in case

our killer was still hoping
to grab her at home.

Maybe it'll encourage him to
come visit her at work instead.

ALLISON:
Hey.

Do you actually know
all those guys out there?

I see a lot
of unfamiliar faces out there.

Makes me a little nervous
being surrounded

by so many strangers
with guns.

I know.
I don't know half of them.

We got some state guys,
couple of feds.

How's Captain Push doing?

Thirsty.

Skeptical.

Eyes up, people.

DEVALOS:
Lee, what's

going on in there?

SCANLON:
We may have a live one.

Allison, does anyone over there
have any feelings

about what we're looking at?

Does he look familiar?

PUSH:
Hmm.

Reminds me of my Uncle Ned.

( sighs )
Everybody, relax. It's nothing.

( yelling, cheering, applause )

ANNOUNCER ( over PA system ):
That's the game!

SCANLON:
Great game.

Yeah, who played?

What do we do now?

Well, I guess we need

to get this young lady
back into protective custody.

Miss Kayne,

I'm sorry tonight
was all for naught,

but that doesn't change the
fact that what you did here

was very, very brave.

SCANLON:
Will you bring

the car around
for Miss Kayne

and get an escort
up to the F Level.

So... what does this mean--
"back to protective custody"?

Back to the hotel?

I'm afraid so.

When is it that you're
scheduled to work next?

Um, there's a game
two nights from now.

PUSH:
Cool.

$5.15 an hour,

all the pop I can drink--
I'll be here.

You can count me in, too.

MAN:
Excuse me.

We've got a car waiting
for Miss Kayne down below.

We'll talk tomorrow...

Thank you.
( kisses )

PUSH:
Pleasure to meet you.

Officer.

Hey!

Officer!

-Captain Push?
-Hey!

Isaiah!

( gunfire )

( screams )

( gunfire continues )

MAN:
We got an officer down.

Are you all right?

Never better.

Never better.

You knew.

You knew 'cause
you saw him.

-You knew exactly
what he looked like... -No.

...'cause you saw him
when you cut those wires.

No, I knew because,
unlike the rest of you

up there at five or six feet,
I'm down here,

and I just happened to notice
he was wearing a pair

of high-top sneakers
under that uniform.

( Allison laughs )

And as he was walking away,
I started thinking,

"What sort of peace officer
wears high-top sneakers?"

And that was all
I was gonna ask him

the first two times
I called to him.

Sorry.

( sighs )

Had nothing to do with dying.

Just an old law man
doing his old law man thing.

( laughs )

( grunts )

I think you're back,
Captain Push.

And I do believe
all your luggage

made the trip just fine.

( moaning )

JOE:
Hey.

Hey.

Any dreams?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, me, too.

So you ready
for what's next?

Mm.

Yeah, me, too.