Original subtitles

Look at me!

You sold me out.

Jackson: Sean, I didn't. I didn't.

Man: Sean, Sean, listen to me.

Listen to me, just put the gun down, okay?

That's not gonna... That's not gonna help.

(Camera whirs)

Trouble. Geddes's moved. He's in the line of fire.

Parker: Hold. Hold.

We need Keenan's phone number.

Your guys are at the door, get him out.

Okay, team, I'm gonna start talking.

Jules, you're my secondary.

Geddes: Sean, you don't want to do this, man.

Okay?

Keenan: I invest in you.

Look, let's think it through, okay?

Keenan: And you spit on all that to make yourself a deal?

Geddes: It couldn't be Jacks, okay?

Just leave the kid alone.

Keenan: You had a future.

Geddes: Don't do it.

One more word.

Sean, please.

I trusted you.

It wasn't me.

(Gun cocks)

(Shot fires loudly)

(Distorted sound of tape rewinding)

(Glasses clink as patrons chatter)

Julia: Milk-delivery guy show?

Uh, yeah, half an hour ago.

Julia: Awesome. It's so great how the shipments arrive in time for my shift.

Jackson: Yeah, well, it's done.

Uh, soy milk, whole, fat-free.

Sugar packs are refilled and sticks.

My hero.

You got a date?

Uh, yeah.

Really.

You didn't go with flowers.

No, they don't play so well with the four-year-olds.

Oh. (Chuckles)

(Half laughs)

So, see you tomorrow.

Julia, what're you doing after?

I dunno.

Um, maybe I'll swing by later.

Okay.

Okay. Um, I'll see ya.

Hey, Ed?

Got you a new mugshot.

Thank you, Sally.

(Low office chatter)

Ed: (Whistles a tune)

Parker: Warrant?

Ed: Not yet. New mugshot.

Wordsworth: We're sure he's gonna be alone, right?

Parker: We don't proceed unless he is.

And when we do, it's a no-knock deal.

It's all about the first three seconds of engagement.

We lose the element of surprise; whole new rule book.

Wordsworth: Who's their inside man?

Naismith's isn't saying,

but they've had a narcotics cop deep undercover for 8 months.

And today is Christmas.

And it's a record-breaking score.

Parker: A brief little window of opportunity

before it disappears onto the streets.

Eight months of prep.

And they get to watch us fly in for the grand finale.

Ed: You ain't got the guts...

That's why we get the cool pants.

That's what I'm saying.

Announcement: Practice area reset. We're a go for round five.

Parker: All right, guys, one more time.

Ed: Practice makes perfect.

Ready, Sam?

I've cleared bad guys before.

It's serving a warrant

for the search of the gentlemen's premises

for the highly corroborated presence of narcotics.

Speed, surprise, and aggressive action.

Hey, so what about tonight?

Not gonna happen.

It's gonna be a long day, you're gonna get hungry.

Dinner's a very important meal.

Sam.

A burrito and couple of beers, what's the big deal?

All right, I'm not trying to flatter myself,

I know you're just being nice,

I don't want to read into this.

I've just worked way too hard to be here,

to screw it up by getting personal.

It's not worth it.

There's like 500 cops waiting to get into the SRU.

500 guys waiting for me to do something that I shouldn't.

So, I'm sorry, but the team comes first.

Jules, it was just a burrito.

See you at practice.

(Annoyed huff)

(Loud playful chatter of children)

- Hey. - Jackson.

Hi.

- You can't just-- - I know. I, uh...

Should have called, I'm sorry.

Hey, Ella. Hey, how are you?

Sweetie, just go inside for one sec, okay?

Corrie...

You're gonna show up here with a toy and everything's gonna be okay?

She's my niece.

Not today.

Then when, all right?

It's eight months, four days and I am clean.

I got a job, I'm doing the steps

and I miss my family.

I'm sorry, the money you stole...

I'll pay it back.

$680 dollars?

I'll pay it back.

That money was Ella's for music lessons I promised her,

because $680 dollars takes a long time to save.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, you were sorry before.

Look, I promise...

It's always promises with you.

If you want me to trust you, you gotta show it.

I'll get you the money.

Okay, you get the money and then we'll talk.

- I will. - Okay.

Today, I'll get you the money. I'll pay you back.

(Door shuts)

Parker: Let's make this drill perfect, team.

Only one shot in real life.

Okay, team,

aggressive entry, our guy's firing.

Sam: Shoot on the move, limit his angles.

Ed: Okay. Our guy's got a flamethrower.

Every eventuality, let's go.

Spike: Bravo team sends in a DD, then rappels back up.

Lewis: Alpha comes in hard other side.

Ed: Okay, team, final rehearsal.

Keep sharp and stay in formation.

Ed: On my count:

Three,

two,

one,

go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

SRU Team: (Yelling orders of submission) Police! Down! Down! Down!

SRU Team: (Yelling orders of submission) Stay down! Get down!

Get down! Stay down!

(Struggling grunt)

Wordsworth: Yeah!

Your breath is killing me, man. (Team members chuckle)

Sorry, Shelly made cabbage rolls.

You want to file a less lethal report on those.

Whoa, watch it.

Ed: Let's see his hands. Let's see his hands.

Get him up!

Subject secured. Again.

Nice work, guys.

Say it.

Steve: Again! Spike: Again!

- Let's reload the window. Parker: We're out of glass.

Thank you, corporal, that was very convincing.

Ed: Good work, Sam, you'll stand our lead entry.

Parker: I'm sure our special ops guest will agree

that we covered every eventuality,

backwards and forwards and in high heels.

Yeah, well, if your subject can fight these guys off,

tell him we could use him in Kandahar.

SRU Team: (Chuckles)

Parker: Good.

All right, let's recap in the briefing room

while we wait for the warrant. Good job.

(Quarters jingle into payphone)

Hey, hey, uh...

I was wondering if you could lend me,

I don't know, maybe, like, uh...

Like $700 dollars or $600 dollars?

(Change jingles into pay phone)

Hey, uh, yeah, it's Jackson.

I was just thinking maybe I could work for a week

or a couple of weeks, if that's okay.

(Phone clatters into cradle)

No. Yeah.

Okay.

Um, okay. Well, thank you. Thank you very much.

(Payphone keys clack)

Uh, like uh... $600, $700 dollars.

All right, no problem.

Thank you, though.

(Phone clatters into cradle)

(Change jingles in hand)

Julia: I could give you, like, forty dollars.

That's all I got right now, but you can totally have it.

You know what, it's uh...

It's okay, don't worry about it.

Julia: It's not a problem.

Are you still gonna stop by?

Jackson?

(Phone clatters into cradle)

♪♪

(Change jingles into phone)

Ed: So, you're gonna join us or what?

Steve: My work here is done.

"Deeds not words," my friend.

Isn't that right, Braddock?

That's right.

What do you mean, "deeds not words"?

Army special ops motto.

Used to be his motto.

Right, right. So how you been?

Sun always shines on Kandahar.

Sally, is that warrant in?

Still waiting.

(Office phone ringing)

(Phone ringing)

Keenan: Yeah.

Jackson.

Where you been, little man?

No phone call, no postcard.

All this time and that's the first thing you ask,

you ask me for money?

No, you know what? No problem.

Why don't you come over and we can talk about it.

Okay, I'm on my way.

(Phone clatters unto cradle)

Steve: What's the deal on the guy you're taking down?

Name's Sean Keenan, got a boatload of priors,

squeaked his way out of a couple homicide charges.

He's looking at his third strike today.

Steve: Oh, so he's got nothing to lose.

Aw, man, it's the worst kind.

But still, days like today...

Yeah, they make you feel alive.

- I know. - That's right.

Look, you know Sam Braddock was in our unit, right?

Yeah.

What, something I should know?

It's not my place to say.

I don't do innuendo.

You got something to say about a member of my team, say it.

I'm saying that... Watch your team's back.

Good luck today.

Yeah.

♪♪

Announcement: Warrants in.

Team One, gear up. Gear up.

(Alarm beeps)

(Police sirens wail, vehicles whir)

(Sirens wail)

(Vehicles whir)

(Tires screech, sirens wail)

(Vehicles rumble)

Greetings.

Nothing if not punctual, huh?

What, only two sentries?

That's interesting, a day like today.

You want a no-tip-off guarantee?

How 'bout we round up the whole neighborhood.

- How's it look? - It's good.

Just waiting on word from Geddes. Seconds away.

Here's the elevator service key.

Geddes' your undercover?

Wordsworth: Harlan Geddes? - Yeah, you know him?

Yeah, we partnered at 21 together.

Had a barbecue a couple of weeks ago.

What's his in?

Naismith: He's worked his way up through the ranks over the past eight months

from, uh, low-life to mid-level runner.

Trust factor's pretty high,

so ass-hat's givin' Geddes a slice to sell to the neighborhood kids.

Anything else we need to know?

Yeah, you know about the double homicide, right?

Yeah-yeah, how'd he beat the rap?

Joys of the justice system.

Look, if this guy feels cornered, he's gonna bite, okay?

Speed and surprise, we get it.

Naismith: Yeah, you do this right, Geddes gets a shower and shave.

Takes Miriam out someplace nice for a change.

I thought "junkie chic" got you into all the good restaurants?

Good to go?

Hmm?

- Absolutely. - Okay.

Did he say "ass-hat"?

He said "ass-hat".

Guy 1: Hey, nice shoes.

Hey, what's up, man?

You don't look at people when they're talking to you?

My boy said he likes your shoes.

Yeah, thanks.

Guy 1: (Scoffs) Yo, I ain't hear no respect, B.

Yo, you better show some respect before ya get slapped up.

Guy 1: Hey, yo, do I know you?

- Guys, look... - Nah!

Do I know you?

'Cause I don't know you and you wanna walk my street?

Yo, you gotta drop some paper, B.

Drug dealer: Hey, Jackson?

Hey, man.

Jackson, what's up, man?

Hey.

Eh!

Yo, you wanna be careful, man.

You ain't been around in a while.

Yeah.

You need some help?

You need me to hook you up?

Nah, I'm just here to see Sean.

All right, man, don't wanna hold you back.

Thanks.

(Door clicks shut)

(Cell phone buttons beep)

Geddes: Hey, it's Geddes. We're a go.

All right, planets are in alignment.

The shipment's in, target's alone.

This is it.

Sam: Let's do this! - We're switching up:

Sam, you're gonna be three, I'm gonna take lead entry.

We're changing the tac plan?

Tac plan's a thing of beauty. Let's go.

Jules, Spike, drop us off room side.

Why?

Ed: Because when you're democratically elected team leader,

you get to make autocratic decisions. Let's go.

Parker: Be careful, children.

Parker: And I've got you on screen.

Alpha Bravo, proceed.

2:03 p.m., elevated risk: Narcotics warrant... underway.

Subject Sean Keenan.

Just like we drilled, team. Secure, enter, arrest.

Spike: Floor 4.

Ladies blouses, perfumes and fragrances.

(Elevator rattles, door bangs open)

(Door creaks in the distance)

Parker: Okay, Ed, our guys are almost at the roof.

You know, I'm good here.

You want to check if your boy's got the outer perimeter secure?

Oh, it's secure.

I wanna make sure your guys get my 15 keys out in one piece.

Parker: (Half laughs)

How come we can never get along?

Bravo team?

- Bravo team? - Gearing up.

Hey, a waste of time, man, store's closed.

- Come on. - I'm not shopping.

(Door opens)

Keenan: Little man!

Look at you, eh? (Chuckles)

Look at you.

Where you been all my life?

Hey, we're done.

You get that product on the street. You're still on probation.

Yeah, I ran into Jackson on the stairs.

We should hit it, man.

You two know each other?

Geddes: Yeah, Jackson and me go back.

Interesting.

Jacks, man, we should shake it.

- I got you covered. - No, I got a better idea.

This is good.

Get in here.

Bravo team seconds away.

(SRU Team's equipment rattles and their footsteps clunk)

(Monitor buzzes)

(Mechanical whirring)

(Camera whirs)

Clear.

Looks good.

Alpha team, holding.

Bravo team, prepare to rappel.

Copy.

Where's Geddes?

He should be here by now.

Call him.

Alpha, Bravo,

action on my go.

Three...

Two...

Yo, I'm still busy with my friend, okay?

Geddes is back inside.

One.

Three... two...

Geddes: Yo, I'm still busy with my friend, okay?

Geddes is back inside.

- One. - Hold, hold.

Alpha, Bravo, hold.

Holding.

Holding.

Parker: Geddes's inside. What's he doing?

I don't know.

Ed: Still holding.

Parker: Plan's changed. Ed: Boss?

Fall back, fall back.

Okay. (Phone beeps off)

You done?

Yeah. Sorry, client.

Jackson...

See something you like?

You're not going in?

Give me the tenant profiles.

Naismith: You know the street value of the drugs in there?

Parker: Do you want your guy caught in the crossfire?

We're falling back. Tenant profiles.

Alpha team, let's get eyes in.

All right, neighbours to the right.

There's trouble left. Trouble...

Stairs?

It's under renovation.

That's good. Ed, sixth floor.

Ed: Copy that.

Bravo team, fall back to the sixth floor.

Game's changed.

Jules: Copy.

So much for speed and surprise.

So, Jackson, you gotta meet up with your probie today?

Uh... no.

Keenan: No?

Were you on the Breakfast TV this morning, win the free makeover?

Geddes: Yeah, guy looks sharp, huh?

Think I could clean up as good as you?

Shave and a haircut?

So, like, I was sayin', we should get moving.

I'll take care of you.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, okay.

What about your money?

- Oh, I'll come get it later. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - No.

Sit.

(Footsteps clunk on stairs)

Wordsworth: We need to ask you to evacuate

while we take care of a police investigation in the building.

Please exit as quickly as you can down the stairs.

(Construction workers mutter)

So, Jackson...

Keenan: Shut up.

So how long were you in for?

- Thirty days. Keenan: Thirty days?

Must be the choirboy face.

So, thirty days,

but I haven't seen you in what?

Six, eight months?

Yeah, I've been busy doing some stuff.

Fix you something?

Jackson: Um...

No, man. Thanks, I'm good.

Keenan: Thirty days go by, you're out and about,

you don't call...

I feel kinda hurt.

Yeah, sorry.

How do you guys know each other again?

I used to see him at the grouse.

Right.

See, smart guys like you don't come round too often --

case in point.

And we had a good thing going, hm?

Give me your bag.

Come on, man, I got customers waiting.

You're going into partnership.

You remember what I promised you?

Big things.

I keep my promises, little man.

This is me saying, "I want you back."

Show of faith. It's on me.

How much did you say you needed, huh?

You take this to the street, you're back in the game.

Maybe even got a little extra left over for yourself?

Um...

Nah, man, I'm good. I'm just...

You sure you're good? 'Cause you don't look so good to me.

And I'm not so sure who it is I'm talking to,

- who you turned into! - Talking about?

Sean, come on, man, chill.

- It's Jacks. It's all good. - I'm talking.

Can I trust you, little man?

Look me in the eyes,

'cause I think you just failed your first test.

Guy: Yo, we been lookin' for you, man.

Drug dealer: What's up? - Cops on the roof, yo.

Yo, it's SWAT.

Ed: Let's get that ball camera outside the window.

Boss is right, we don't proceed unless the subject's alone.

Sam: The undercover knows we're coming.

Ed: You don't wanna have to send this guy out unexpected company.

Parker: Where are my eyes?

Coming up, boss.

Sean, come on, man,

I just came here for a loan, I swear.

Yeah?

Okay.

Okay.

(Cell phone rings)

(Cell phone beeps on)

You getting this?

Parker: Yeah, I'm getting it.

Naismith: Okay, that's Geddes.

'Kay, Geddes confirmed. That's Keenan.

Ed: Well, we got somebody else here.

There's three individuals. Who's this?

No idea.

Sally, I'm sending you a snap.

We've got a new subject in our friend's loft,

let's see if we can get some ID on him.

Sally: Copy that, standing by.

(Cell phone clatters)

Keenan: I knew it! I could smell it on you!

Geddes: Sean! Sean! Keep it cool, man.

You got your cop buddies outside?

Cops?!

Keenan: Thirty days?

I'm gonna kill you, you lying piece of--

Jackson: No-no, no-no, Sean, I didn't call the cops, I swear.

Keenan: Come here.

You getting this, boss?

Parker: The gun's on the unknown, not Geddes.

Naismith: What the hell is going on?

I said, come here.

Sean, I would never do that to you.

I took you under my wing,

I gave you financial independence.

Geddes: Sean, Sean, think about this, man, it's not gonna help us. Okay?

(Gun cocks)

All right, we got a clean line, let's go.

- Geddes' not armed? - No.

Team, I need options?

Ed: Aggressive entry, beta plan.

Jules, Spike, five and six.

Spike, double up on flashbangs. Let's go.

I'm only doing this because I promised my sister.

Look at me!

You sold me out.

Sean, I didn't. I didn't.

Geddes: Sean, Sean, listen to me. Listen to me.

Just put the gun down, okay?

That's not gonna... That's not gonna help.

Trouble. Geddes moved, he's in the line of fire.

Parker: Hold, hold.

Give me Keenan's phone number.

(Papers rustle)

Parker: (Irritated tone) Come on.

Geddes: Sean, you don't want to do this, man.

Okay?

Keenan: I invest in you.

I put my trust in you.

Geddes: Look, let's think this through, okay?

And you spit on all that to make yourself a deal?

Geddes: It couldn't be Jacks, okay?

Just leave the kid alone.

Keenan: You had a future.

Geddes: Don't do it. - One more word...

Sean, please.

I trusted you.

It wasn't me.

(Gun cocks)

Both: (Struggling grunts)

(Gunshot pops, Geddes grunts)

Shot fired! Officer down! Officer down!

Sally. E.M.T. 725 parliament.

- No siren, no siren. - Get him out. Get him out.

No, Keenan's still armed; Two people in the crossfire.

Just gimme his phone number.

Your guys are at the door, get him out!

'Kay, team, I'm gonna start talking:

Jules, you're secondary. Jules: Copy.

Wordy, Lewis, on sentry. Ed...

Ed: I'm on it. Got it. Copy.

(Disbelieving gasp)

Keenan: You still alive, douche? You want some more?

Jackson: No, no, no, no, no! Don't kill him. He's a cop!

He's a lousy...

He's a cop, okay? He's a cop.

Don't kill him. Don't make it worse.

(Camera whirs)

Spike: You see that hit he took?

Shotgun blast out of a revolver.

That's no Saturday night special.

We need a new entry plan.

There's no time. We should be in there already.

Jules, stay on that monitor, let me know if the geography changes.

Sally, I need you.

You know he's a cop and you don't tell me?!

Jackson: I didn't know, okay? I just recognized him just now.

He's one of the guys that arrested me.

Geddes: (Soft tone) Jacks...

(Gasping)

Hey, you will not negotiate this while my guy bleeds to death.

You want a free-for-all, go in yourself and take your chances

or you let me do what I'm here to do

and maybe people come out alive.

(Under his breath) Damn it.

Sally, isolate the phone line:

555-0166.

Keenan: A cop.

A frickin' cop.

Hey, we're you going?

Jackson: He's gonna to bleed to death. Keenan: Let him.

You want to go down for murder, too?

They ask you, you tell them...

It was an accident.

(Pained grunt) Okay.

- He jumped me. - Okay.

Keenan: You saw it.

He jumped me, there was a struggle, the gun went off.

There was a struggle, it was an accident,

Keenan: He jumped me, Jackson: The gun went off,

Keenan: It was an accident. Jackson: It was an accident.

I can trust you on this?

Jackson: Yeah, you can, you can trust me, man.

Keenan: Okay...

You're not going anywhere.

You and me, little man. (Phone ringing)

Let's do this.

Bolt the door.

(Phone ringing, lock clinks)

(Phone ringing)

(Phone beeps on)

Yeah.

Parker: This is Sergeant Greg Parker

with the police Strategic Response Unit.

Am I speaking with Sean Keenan?

Yes you are.

How can I help you, Greg?

Parker: You want to tell me what's going on here today?

Keenan: Why, Greg?

What's on your mind, hmm?

Option A: We let the boss talk him out.

Option B: We try to isolate Keenan,

maybe we got a shot at a clean rescue.

What about immediate entry?

Ed: Wordy, hold off.

Parker: Well, Sean, a firearm was discharged

in your vicinity --

in your area, in your neighbourhood --

and we were just wondering

if everyone in there was all right.

We're great.

Thank you very much for asking.

And how 'bout you, Greg?

How you doin'? (Toilet flushes)

Hurry up!

(Bags rustle)

Parker: You know what, Sean, let's cut the pleasantries

and get to the point, okay?

We both know why my team and I are here, right?

Keenan: Yeah?

Well, why don't you tell me all about it.

Ed: Thanks, Sally.

Weapon Keenan's carrying is called a "jury".

A jury?

It's a street name. It's new.

It takes five rounds -- shotgun and single bore.

Explains the size of the wound.

Yeah.

Geddes: (Struggling breaths)

Jackson: Hey, man, hang on-- Geddes: Easy, easy, easy.

You're gonna be okay, all right.

You gotta-- you should get out.

You know how I remember you?

At the Green Grouse, it was you who arrested me.

(Tight inhale) Sorry.

Jackson: No-no-no, man, don't be sorry.

Turned my life around.

Kid...

Go on, get out.

We got a guy dying in there.

He's in the line of fire.

And we also have an unknown who's in the line of fire.

Wordsworth: What are we saving cops or we saving drug dealers?

Ed: Don't let it get personal, Wordy.

I'm just saying.

Ed: He had the gun pointed at the kid.

Lover's quarrel.

Body language.

Haircut, nice clothes,

it just doesn't add up.

Sam: We do an explosive entry, flashbangs...

Ed: Keenan still has time to fire his weapon.

Jules: He's right. We got more than one life here.

Ed: I'm not putting this kid at risk.

Parker: I don't give a flying king-sized crap

what you do for a living.

I've got a friend in there and I want to get him out alive.

You're a smart guy,

I expect you're fully familiar with how to use a toilet.

Hey, you've done this before.

Parker: I got nothing but the best and brightest for you, Sean.

Very important to us, so...

If we can both handle this professionally,

the boys and I won't have to come in there and trouble you at all.

So you do what you gotta do.

Geddes: (Moaning)

(Grunts from pain) Go on, get out.

No, man, we're both gettin' outta here.

Can't do it.

...'cause there's only a couple of ways this can go, right?

We're not looking for more people to get hurt.

This guy's on his third strike.

It's gonna be all about the blaze of glory.

How's Geddes doing?

Ed: He's hanging in there.

I don't know how much longer.

Options.

We're not coming up with any other choices, boss.

We go through the window?

And he'll use you as target practice. No.

Jules: All right. Thanks, Sal. Okay.

Our unknown is Jackson Barcliffe, 21,

a former client of Keenan's.

He was arrested 8 months ago for possession.

His parole officer says that he's been on the wagon ever since.

On the wagon until today, I guess.

Parker: Sean, we can resolve this, peacefully, right now,

if you make the right choice.

Place your weapon on the floor and you come out your door...

Okay, Greg, I hear ya.

I just need to think over my options over here.

Geddes: (Struggling breaths)

Well, you do. You think about those options,

but you think about them very carefully

because you're already apprehended, right?

That's a given.

Ed: What about the kid? Sam: Come on, he's made his choice.

Naismith: How's he doing?

He's still breathing.

Keenan: Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Parker: If you want to make things better for your future,

you should think about showing us

that you can make the right choice.

Running out of time, Ed.

(Phone rings)

Yeah?

It's the kid in the room.

Ed: Let me see.

Jackson. My name's Ed,

I'm a police officer with the SRU.

I want to help.

Okay, okay, let's talk.

Jackson, you did the right thing calling.

The man who's shot, how's he doing?

Uh, there's a... There's lot of blood,

he's bleeding pretty bad.

Ed: Okay, is he breathing?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, he's breathing.

Ed: Okay, his name's Harlan.

Now I need you to do me a favour, Jackson.

I need you to move your finger back and forth in front of his eyes.

Jackson: No, no, he's conscious, he's fine.

Ed: Okay, that's good. That's good.

Look, um, I can't talk long, if Sean comes in...

If he comes back, Jackson, just put the phone down.

Okay, just put the phone down, but leave it on, all right?

That way we can hear you.

Parker: You make the smart choice

and that sends a positive message.

(Teary breath, welling up) This is all my fault.

This shouldn't have happened, I just...

(Crying) I just...

Take it easy, Jackson--

Jackson: I, I need the money.

I swear to God I was clean. I'm clean now.

Jackson, that's amazing. Are you doing the steps?

Jackson: Yeah, yeah. Eight months.

Ed: That's incredible. That's incredible.

That shows me that you got a lot of strength; that you can do this.

All right, you wanna help?

I need you to wrap that towel tight against his stomach.

Okay, he's still bleeding, you gotta slow that down.

Okay, we gotta get in there.

We gotta get in there and do our job.

I don't wanna see you get hurt, so I need you to get out.

Jackson: No-no-no, I'm not leaving. This is my fault.

Ed: Nope, we've got an ambulance on the way.

It's my fault.

I'm not leaving.

Ed: Okay.

Take a look at the door. Do you see anything unusual?

Any boobytraps? Any wires around the frame,

around the door handle, any...

Jackson: No, no, it's two locks and a bolt.

Ed: Good. Okay, that's good news.

Okay, here's the thing,

if we come in now, Jackson,

you and Geddes are right in the line of fire.

Okay, so what I'm gonna ask you to do is move him to the other room.

Oh, God, I can try.

Keenan: Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Ed: Jackson?

Jackson?

Well, you know, Greg, I, uh...

I appreciate the approach you're taking here.

You sound like a... reasonable man.

Uh-huh.

Well, Greg, you know, uh...

I respect your point of view.

I do. Yeah.

(Breathing heavily)

'Kay, man, I'm gonna try and move you, okay?

All right, ready? Come on.

(Moans from pain)

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Keenan: You know, I'd like to deal with someone...

Geddes: (Quietly) My name is Harlan.

What?

My name is Harlan Geddes.

Please... (Laboured breathing)

Tell my wife... I, I love her.

(Heavy sad sigh)

We're losing him.

The kid's putting himself on the line here.

No, we got an officer on the line here.

Careful.

Tell my boys... that I'm proud of them.

And I love 'em, okay?

Eddie...

You're gonna be fine, okay, man?

It's all right.

I just... I just gotta move you, okay?

I'm sorry, it's gonna hurt.

Okay.

Ed: Bravo team, gear up for rappel descent.

Stay out of the window and prepare for flashbangs.

Sam: There's no time! - Sam, we lost surprise.

A window distraction buys us a couple of seconds.

(Pained moans)

(Geddes moans)

Jules: Keenan's onto him.

Parker: End of the road, Ed.

Immediate action! Beta plan!

Sam, damn it!

Keenan, listen to me,

this is really important now.

Are you listening to me?

(Shots firing)

Greg, what's the story? (Door thuds open)

Ed: Damn it, Sam, hold formation! Hold formation!

(Shots fire, ceiling crumbles)

(Shots fire)

Ed: Damn it! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

(Shots fire)

Police, get down!

Keenan: Hold your fire, officers! Unarmed subject!

SRU Team: Get down on the floor! Get down on the ground!

SRU Team: Get down! Stay down! Get his hands!

Keenan: Constable, likes it rough.

Ed: Clear!

Parker: Wordy, how's Geddes?

EMT! Get me an EMT!

Parker: How's he doin'?

Ed: Jackson.

(Moaning)

I got you, buddy. I got you.

The paramedics are just around the corner.

I got you. You're gonna be okay.

He's still breathing.

Move your hands. Move your hands for me.

You did it. You did it, buddy.

You did it.

You did those 12 steps, you can do anything.

You gotta just keep talking. That's it.

You're gonna be fine, just keep talkin'.

You're fine. You're gonna just hang on.

Just keep talkin' to me, all right?

Okay, you're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.

You're all right, you're okay.

Jackson: Ella. Ed: Who's Ella?

Who's Ella, Jackson?

She's such a goof. (Tightened breaths)

No, she... (Groans) She makes me laugh.

Ed: Jackson, I bet she's proud of you.

Stay with me, Jackson.

Jackson, who's Ella? Jackson, who's Ella?

Stay with me... Jackson?

Jackson?

(Ambulance sirens wail in the distance)

(Onlookers chatter, sirens wail)

Paramedic: Easy.

Wordsworth: These guys said you're gonna be fine, okay.

I'm gonna call Miriam myself.

You don't you worry about a thing.

Whoa.

'Kay, I gotta go debrief.

I'm gonna check in on you as soon as we're done.

(Building door squeaks open)

Onlookers: (Cheering and hollering)

Kevin, where you going?

I don't know.

That was messed up.

I know.

(Ambulance sirens wail loudly)

You okay?

(Cacophony of sirens and chatter)

(Ambulance whirs away)

Sam: Looks like Geddes is gonna make it.

Too bad about the kid.

How else was it gonna end?

I don't know.

I don't know, but that is not your call!

And maybe I was wrong, Sam. Maybe.

But I need to know that my team is on my side.

Then treat me like I'm on your team.

What?

You wanna know what happened in Afghanistan?

Is that what this is about?

I was taking out targets in a stronghold,

1500 metres away.

The reccy was done, I was cleared to fire.

We went down to do the ID's,

one of them was my buddy Matt.

I was sniping with a .50 cal.

He shouldn't have been there, I was cleared to fire.

You just had to ask.

You go in on my command.

You keep entry formation

and you don't go in without a shield.

Are we clear?

Sir.

(Autotranscriber beeps)

(Locker creaks open)

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