All language subtitles for Flashpoint - 2x03 - Clean Hands.BluRay.en

Parker: Looks like we got
to figure this one out, huh?

I was under the impression

all the figuring had been done,
Greg.

I've got the slugs, Spike.
We're on our way.

Spike:
Ed, the range is short,

and that thing
doesn't shoot straight.

You don't hit him dead-on,

it could be bad for Sam.

Spike, we got no choice.

I mean, why should he live?

Why should he live?

When every day, what he did
kills all of us, Greg.

It kills all of us a little bit
more and a little bit more

and a little bit more till
there's... there's nothing left.

There is something left, Walter.

Walter:
What?

There's no reason why.

There's just people in pain,

spinning around a black hole,

hoping that somebody, anybody...

- ...will just finish this.
- Go now!

We could put chili peppers
in her smoothie?

No. No. Shaving
cream in the locker.

- Put shaving cream in her locker.
- Yeah.

That is a great idea.
What, are we in summer camp?

We gonna short-sheet
her bed next? Come on.

She's a ten-year vet.

She's been hazed by the best.

We got to come up with something good,
something real good.

Sam, any ideas?

Do we really need to haze her?

I mean,
she's not gonna be here forever, right?

No, but we want to make her feel
like she's part of the team, right?

We don't know
when Jules is going to be back.

Guys, after the escort today,

we take all the Kevlar
out of her vest, we fill it

with cream cheese,
then we do the obstacle course.

First time she falls flat on her
face, it's instant hilarity.

- You know what? You're a genius.
- Yeah.

All right, Wordy,
get a camera for that.

What are you,
Mr. Mature all of a sudden?

Come on. Who's the guy
that put the pepper spray

in Spike's gear his first day?

- Huh?
- Wordy.

It's like you said.

We're not dealing
with some rookie here.

She deserves a chance
to settle in,

make a good impression.

Then you get the boots
with the cream cheese.

Hi, boys.

Morning.

Hey, Wordy, that escort job
we have today--

I could use the shield...
refresher that we talked about.

Okay.

- (Laughter)
- Sure. Five minutes?

- Mm-hmm.
- Awesome.

- Take your time.
- Yup.

- Okay.
- See you out there.

All right. Gentlemen.

Hmm.

What...?

(Siren blaring)

Woman: It's just that
sometimes you don't

really know what it is
that's going to set it off.

It could be
a... a song,

or, uh...

something that she used to say.

But this time, it wasn't,
uh, anything like that.

It was... more
about the loneliness.

(Sniffles)

Anyway...
(Sighs)

It happened, and now, I move on.

My name is Wendy, and

I miss my little girl.

But it has been

eight days since my last drink.

And I'm just very happy
to be here right now.

(Applause)

Oh, I'd say you
got our attention.

(Both laugh)

Well, I was just trying to throw
you guys off a little bit.

Spare myself the whipped cream
in the boot trick for a day or two.

Yeah, well, you know the drill.

You kidding?

Back in vice, I wrote the drill.

So, you were in vice
for how long?

Four years, two in undercover.

Hmm.

Apparently, I make a very
convincing meth freak.

Really?

Which I try not to
take too personally.

Yeah, blending in
with those guys.

I don't think I could do it.

Yeah. You know what
the worst part is?

You kind of
get used to it.

Oh, yeah?

I saw the opening here.

I thought, I want to be a
straight-up good guy, you know?

- Mm-hmm.
- Sounds pretty damn nice to me.

Uh, you know what?

It's great.

Okay, thanks, Spike.

All right, we're gonna go over
the brief one more time,

catch Donna up to speed.

It's good to see you.

Man: Talk to you later.

Take it easy.

Wendy?

Thought I might find you here.

Oh.

Sorry about the wait.

My lawyer's been all over it.

Just need to sign, and, uh...

Well, always thought your maiden
name was prettier anyhow.

Uh, look,

nobody's supposed to know
about this, but...

they're flying him in today.

Who?

What do you mean, who?

Donna: The Leslie Spit
Killer is our escort job?

Peter Wilkins, yup.

17 women, six years.

11 months ago, Homicide's about
to press charges,

and he bolts overseas.

A month ago,

he turns up in a mental hospital
in Bernburg, Germany.

Admits to everything: names,
dates, dumping patterns.

Lewis: Weren't they holding him,

saying he was too crazy
to be tried?

Parker: Yeah,
but the legal wrangling's over.

We say that he gets
a mental competency hearing,

and they fly him over to us.

And we're the welcoming party?

Parker:
This a joint op.

Us and the Federal
Customs Department, all right?

Our counterpart is, uh,
Delia... Dahlia...

Delia Semple,

with the airport attachment.

Now, airport
might be in our city, guys,

but on the other side
of customs--

that's international territory.

It's her jurisdiction;
it's her rules.

When did you get back
from assignment?

Your parents have been calling.

They said that they haven't
heard from you since...

I got nothing to say to them.

Oh, Walter, come on.
You can't still...

Oh, so, you're
past that, too, eh?

Learn how to do that in
one of your little groups?

Yeah. You should try one
sometime.

It helps.

Yeah. Didn't help so much
last week.

What happened then?
You forget to forget her?

You know, not all of us get
to go off and be a war hero.

Some of us have to stay
right here in the same house

and go by the same school
that she went to every day!

Some of us don't get
to forget ever!

All right. I'm sorry.

(Panting)

I know I wasn't there
when you needed me.

(Sighs)

There's enough sorries
to go around.

(Both chuckle wryly)

Walter, it's taken me

a lot of years and a lot
of bottles to get here,

but you can do this, too,

and you're not losing her
by doing it.

You're moving forward for her.

Every time I close my eyes,
I see her, Wendy.

I-I see her lying on that thing
they slid her out on,

and I hear myself saying,
"Yeah, that's her.

That's my daughter."

Every time I close my eyes.

That's where you still are,

but I can't be there anymore.

And when you find
that you can't be, either,

I want you to phone me.

Any time.

Even after this. Okay? Just...

Ed: All right,
we're gonna meet at the gate.

The Feds are gonna escort
the prisoner to customs.

Then we are gonna take custody,

escort the prisoner to
the psychiatric evaluation.

Now, nobody knows
he's flying in today,

so there's no crowd control.

But if anybody wants this guy,

they will go through
us to get him.

All right? So let's
keep our eyes open.

Let's gear up, hit the trucks.

Donna:
I have lived with,

sold to, bought from scumbags,
but protecting them? Come on.

You got words of wisdom
for that?

Wordy: Look,
as for me, I get confused,

I just think of my daughters.

And whatever I got to do, I do.

(Music playing)

♪ I just want to wake up and
see your face next to me ♪

♪ Every regret I have
I will go sad free ♪

♪ And it will be good for me ♪

♪ It will be good-- ♪

(Turns CD off)

Man:
...way for you guys is through

the custom doors over there,

straight across
and out here to your trucks.

Like, I said, low
profile all the way.

Excuse me?

Is it true that accused
serial killer Peter Wilkins

is being taken
into custody today,

and what do you have
to say to the victims' families?

Ma'am, please, just stand back.
Eddy, low profile?

Hey, I followed
every protocol you sent.

This isn't on us.

Right this way, guys.

I know how some of you
must be feeling right now,

and I'm sorry,

but right now,
we have a job to do,

so if you just vacate
the premises,

everyone will be a lot safer.

Thank you very much.

(Clamoring)

(Beeps)

(Knocking)

Man: Hey,
you've locked the door.

Just a second.

♪♪

Broder:
I just don't see the big deal.

Mr. Broder,

by the time we get
Mr. Wilkins into custody

to the time we get him
to that hospital,

he's as exposed
as he'll ever be.

It's five minutes tops.

Five minutes is a long time to
be walking through that crowd

of people we have
no legal ground to restrain,

who want to kill this guy.

And that's bad why again?

Look, Mr. Broder,
all kidding aside,

my main concern is for my team
and the job they have to do.

Woman:
Agent Delia Semple,

Federal Customs Department
Airport Attachment.

- Who's Sergeant Parker?
- Right here. How are you?

Sergeant Parker, I understand
you have a problem,

which means I have a problem.

No argument there.

Good start.
Solutions?

We were just discussing those
with Mr. Broder here.

No matter where I
move the crowd to,

you've still got
to go past 'em.

He's not wrong.

Once you're through Customs,
there's only one way to go.

Ed: But not through that crowd.

We take the prisoner

directly from the airplane;
we have a truck on the tarmac.

Out of the question.

Look, we understand:
tarmac's international grounds,

federal jurisdiction.

You need to hand him off
on our turf; we get it.

Boss, why don't we take him
through Customs

and then double back
to a loading area

and have a truck waiting there?

Our turf, take custody there,

but we got to keep
that crowd preoccupied

or they'll follow the truck.

I can give 'em a little press conference,
a little distraction

while you guys are getting Elvis
out of the building.

So you want to take the prisoner

along a non-vetted route,
through an international area

where he's back
under my jurisdiction,

lie to the press,
and evade the public?

- Pretty much.
- Pretty much.

Let's make it work.

(Dialing phone)

This is Agent Semple.

Superintendent MacLean, please.

Then get him out of the meeting,
how about?

Thank you.

Superintendent,
slight change of plan.

Absolutely necessary,
I'm afraid.

Not a bad vacation for the guys
who get to fly over, at least.

Well, if you like jumping over
the ocean in a metal coffin, sure.

So there's something that you
guys are actually afraid of.

Well, you know what?

We all have our weak spots.

Could be anything--
flying, cats.

It was one cat;
it was mean.

I was there; it was mean.

Well, I'm with you.

Try flying
into Khartoum International.

Everything feels
like a cakewalk after that.

Khartoum, hmm.

Youthful backpacking?

(Chuckles)

It was a year ago.
(phone ringing)

Went through a rough time,
needed to get away.

Helped train local police there.

It was a good experience.

Semple.

Copy.

They're coming off. All right,
subject's approaching.

Everybody up.

(Whistling)

Peter Wilkins?

Peter Wilkins,
I hereby take custody of you

and will transport you
through Customs,

after which time
you will be placed

in the custody of the
Strategic Response Unit

and transferred
to Ossington Mental Hospital.

Let's get this over with.

Hey, Sarge, Roscoe's
trying to get you to...

Not now, Danny, I'm busy.

Well, he wants you
to go up to Departures.

- We're short...
- Cover for me. I'll get you back later.

Sorry, bro, cannot.

They want me down here.

Hey, what's up
with the crowd anyway?

Somebody famous
coming in or something?

I'm down here,

so I'll deal with it.

Yeah, but they want you...

I am exactly where I
need to be right now.

I'm going to tell Roscoe.

Tell whoever you want.
You stay out of my way.

Or you're going
to do what, big man?

Bi...

- All set, Sergeant.
- I'll wait for your confirmation.

Lewis, accompany the sarge.

- Okay.
- Eddie, that's not necessary.

I'm just making a statement.

We know the new route.
Those people out there don't,

and if one of them's planning
on taking a run at our guy,

that puts you in their way.

Okay.

Sorry about that cat thing.

We will talk about that later.

- (Snickers)
- Diamond formation.

Can I have your attention, please?

Everyone, please listen up.

Danny:
I'm telling you, Volcek is

ten pounds of crazy
in a five-pound bag, okay?

He grabbed me.

His eyes--
Broder, I'm telling you,

I get chills thinking
about those eyes, okay?

Danny, are you high?

'Cause I don't have time.

Parker:
Just to let you know,

we will be making an
announcement in a few minutes.

I beg your patience.

Broder: You see the crap
I'm dealing with right now?

You think I have time
for your crap?

There he is.

Okay, let's find out.

Coming through the last section,
all clear.

Parker:
Copy that.

Something's going
on with Broder.

Excuse me, excuse me,
excuse me, excuse me.

Oh, Danny,

get back to work.

(Gunfire)
Get down! Get down!

Wordy:
I'm hit!

Team, status, status.

We just took fire.

Who's hit?
Check the prisoner.

Who's hit?

Wordy, Wordy's down.

I'm good. I'm good.
It's in the vest.

Where's the shooter?

No eyes on the shooter.

Prisoner is unharmed.

Donna: Are you sure?
Wordy: Yeah.

Donna: Deep breath, Wordy.
Ed: Let's go. Wordy, you okay?

- Someone help me up, help me up.
- Agent Semple, stop!

Agent Semple is pursuing
the shooter!

Ed:
Sam and I got to go.

Negative, you stay
with the prisoner, Ed.

She's got no backup!

Sam, go get her.
Bring her back!

We're going to take
the prisoner to Customs.

Okay, let's do that.

One, two, three.
Let's go, go, go.

Approaching mechanical room,
level 3.

Semple:
Now, this stops now.

Walter:
That's up to you.

Suspect is cornered.

Need backup immediately.

It's over.

Agent Semple,
take cover behind me.

Go, go, go!

(Loud blast over radio)

Sam!

Eddie.

Eddie, backup, now.

Copy that. We're on our way.

Sam:
Negative, negative.

Stand down. Stand down.

Hey, nice phone.

GPS?

Shooter on the loose,
whole area is unsecured.

We protect the prisoner here
until we apprehend the shooter

and get Sam back.
(phone ringing)

Copy.

Agent Semple,
I'm gonna send my guys

to the mechanical room as soon
as we get the prisoner...

Semple: No point. They're gone.

Oh, God, I am so sorry, Parker.

You need to get yourself
checked out after that blast.

I'm getting intel;
I'll be there in five.

- Let's get this vest off.
- Thanks.

I-I'm fine.
Just give me one sec, okay?

Sir, we need a room with
one entrance and no windows.

You got something?

What about the holding areas
for suspicious entrants?

- Got that?
- Yes, sir.

That's our communication.

We can all hear each other
with that.

This is Sergeant Gregory Parker

with the Police
Strategic Response Unit.

Is there someone else
on this line?

(Sighs)

Can you tell me your name, sir?

No.

Listen very carefully.

We are going to do
a prisoner swap in 20 minutes.

I'll contact you
with a location.

Okay, can you tell me
if my officer is all right?

He's fine.

For now.

Eddie.

All right, no communication
except by phone.

- Everybody got that?
- Copy.

We need a different location

for holding, something secure.

Wordy, you still need
medical assistance.

- I'm fine; we need to get Sam.
- Let's go.

I hear you, I hear you,
but with the rounds you took,

you're not running
after anything.

I'm not sitting this one out.

So I'm gonna put you
on protection.

We can't move that prisoner

until we've neutralized the
shooter and secured the area.

We need you, Wordy, we just
need you where we can use you.

Whatever I have to do.

Partner with Wordy.

Yeah, yeah, Spike,
Lewis, you're with me.

Room by room if we have to.

Let's see some floor plans.

Parker:
Hey.

Hey.

Walter Volcek--

joined custodial a month ago.

Father of Julie Volcek,
14th victim of Peter Wilkins.

My superiors have been informed.

We're checking every
security camera, every...

Okay, thank you.
We'll take care of it from here.

I put the word out
to all our agents on-site.

Our #1 priority is
getting your man back.

- Agent...
- Parker,

he is where he is because
of what I let happen.

No.

No, you didn't let
anything happen.

This guy's a pro.

I'm gonna guess he's military.

How's that?

He's a great shot
and he grabbed one of my guys,

and that's a hard thing to do.

Now, what I'm worried
about is his lack of care

for getting caught or killed.

That tells me he's desperate,
which means he's dangerous.

Well, don't think you can afford

to turn down any help, can you?

Okay, well, we can, uh,

use some help interviewing
staff and protesters

and the ever-so-vigilant
Security Chief Broder.

Donna:
Let's go.

Over here.

Sit down where I can
see you-- right here.

Don't move.

You okay?

(Whistling)

Shut it!

Is it bad?

Uh... no.

It, uh... (sighs)

a rib or... maybe three.

Wordy,

in what universe is it fair

that we protect that
and you take a bullet for it?

If you got an answer,
I'd love to hear it.

My wife, Shelley, is going to
ask me that in about three hours.

So, you think
of your daughters now.

What do you want to do to him?

I guess, uh...

I think, when I go home tonight

and I hold my baby girl,

it's got to be with clean hands.

(Sighs)

Okay, sit, sit.

Right here-- sit down.

Never seen it so empty before.

That's procedure.

We cleared
the whole area for you.

How are the ribs?

My hearing's a little shot.

Was just a concussive grenade.

With your, uh...
your body armor,

there shouldn't
be any real damage.

I appreciate the planning
that must have gone into that.

You obviously don't want
to hurt anyone except...

Well, the plan has changed.

Can't afford to be
so considerate anymore.

(Sighs)

Infantry?

Air Force?

Come on, not Navy, please.

(Sighs)

You?

Special Forces.

That figures.

Jumps on a grenade.

Tell all the ladies
what a superhero you are.

Yeah, infantry--
spend all your time

bitching about Special Forces.

(Chuckles briefly)

Parker:
And no flags come up

when his name matches
one of Wilkins' victims?

How is that supposed to come up
in a clearance check?

Oh, I don't know.

It took Semple's guys
30 seconds on Google.

Yeah.

Yeah, so I'm the bad guy.

Meanwhile, these poor people...

you won't even let
them get a look

at the scumbag
who's off to get, what,

ten years of Ping-Pong?

They don't deserve
that justice, at least?

Who's the bad guy again?

Huh?

A member of the victim's group

said they got
an anonymous call this morning.

A male voice said,
"If you want to see justice,

come to the airport today."

Figure Volcek made the call?

Maybe... but then,
how did he find out

about the flight
in the first place?

How did he get his gun
through employee security?

And who knew
about the alternate route?

Us, you guys...

and Mr. Security there.

Let me have a talk
with our Mr. Broder.

So, prisoner exchange... really?

(Chuckles)

Saw it work in the Sudan.

You in SAFARI?

Yeah, it was part of UNMIS.

The Sudanese army,
they had a... bunch of rebels.

They turned them over to us.

Rebels handed over
some of their soldiers.

It all seemed
pretty straightforward.

This isn't Africa.

You got that right.

If this was Africa,
nobody would have a problem

with what I have to do.

You lose somebody you love,
I'm not saying I don't get you.

Get me?

Buddy, don't even try
to pretend, all right?

What I'm saying is,

from an operational standpoint,

I'm not seeing
the desired outcome

being very likely,
knowing our rules of engagement.

Sudanese had rules, too.

But when the wives and
the children of your soldiers

are crying at your door
every night, the rules change.

People can do things they...

never would have expected.

Wendy:
I don't understand how Walter

could have done
something like this.

I tried to help him.

We... we tried to go
to groups together, and he...

he just... he couldn't do it.

He just couldn't get past it.

Parker: There anything
else you can tell me?

Anything that might reach him?

It's just, you...

you feel so alone.

You feel like you're the...

you're the only person
that's going through this,

and if he knew... if he knew
that he wasn't alone...

Thank you, Wendy.

We'll let him know that.

(Radio crackling)

Ed, just spoke with Volcek's wife.
You copy?

Copy that, boss.
What did she say?

Parker (Over radio):
He's a good guy.

He's a loyal soldier.

They had one daughter, Julie.

She was 15
when Wilkins killed her.

There are some
complicating factors, though.

Volcek was on assignment
when it happened.

Julie was with her grandparents,
his folks.

They let her stay out
past curfew.

She never came home.

Walter hasn't spoken
to them since then.

Marriage... well, you know...

you know the stats on that one.

Parents of a murder victim.

I mean, it's all pretty
understandable, you know?

Textbook loser, eh?

I'm not saying that, Walter.

Why not?

I've lived with it long enough.

Almost done, though.

You know what I want.

And give it to me...

you can have me.

Shoot me-- I don't care anymore.

Okay, but I care.

I care about my guy.

And I do care about
what you're going through.

But I especially care
about ending this

without any more pain.

So, please,
can you help me do that?

Sure.

Come and meet me.

Gate 525.

I'll have your guy;
you have mine.

Okay, but that's going
to take some time, Walter.

Five minutes.

Let's get this over with.

Okay... Spike and Lewis?

Securing level 2.

I'm going to meet them
at Gate 526.

Okay, you're Sierra One.
Ed: Copy that.

Broder gave himself up.

Says he called in the tip
to the group.

Thinks he was being
a righteous citizen.

He swears up and down he
had nothing to do with Walter.

Just a bad coincidence.

- Yeah, uh-huh.
- We're keeping on him.

Nice bit of talk there.

Sounds like you
had him in the end.

Yeah, well,

we'll see how much
when we show up with no Wilkins.

Ed:
I got eyes on both of them.

We're sticking
to hand signals for now.

Parker: Copy. If he shows up,
I'll be there in five.

Until then, if he makes
any kind of move on Sam...

Copy that, boss.

Okay.

Okay... okay.

Boss, he's here.
Parker: Okay, I'm on my way.

You've got Scorpio
if you need it.

I'll bring my hand up
very slowly,

'cause I'm sure you've
got a sniper on me,

and I want him...
I want him to see this.

What the hell is that?

Boss, we've got a big problem.

What, you can't take the shot?

No, I can take the shot.

But if I do, I kill Sam.

Ed:
He's holding a frag grenade.

The pin has been pulled.

If I take him out,
he'll take out Sam

and anybody within 20 feet.

Walter: If I don't see Wilkins in
five minutes, I let go. That's it.

Unless somebody's
got a better idea.

"Unless somebody
has a better idea."

Is he talking to us?

Ed, we need Spike

to scan for any nearby
radio receivers.

I think Volcek might be trying
to reach out to someone.

Ed:
I can't.

Spike's covering him and Sam.

If Wordy and Donna can switch
with Lewis and Spike...

No, they've got Wilkins.

I'm going to call
for a backup team.

- To get here in five minutes?
- Ed...

Sergeant, let me help.

Delia...

Least I can do
is help you do your job.

You get your officers
off Wilkins, I'll cover him.

No, no, he's our responsibility,

once you handed him off
officially.

Look, we both know who's
wearing this when it's over,

and I'm ready to face that,
so let me cover for you.

You go, I watch him--
off the books.

Come back, it never happened.

Let me do this for you.

And me.

Thank you.

Ed, Semple's going to help.

Get your guy.
Bring him back safe.

She'll send Wordy
and Donna your way.

Ed:
Copy that.

Hi, Walter.

I'm Greg Parker.

Guess we got to figure
this one out, huh?

I was under the impression

all the figuring
had been done, Greg.

Yeah, I'm going to have
to be honest with you.

I'm not going to be able
to give you what you want.

Spike, I need you to scan
for any kind of radio frequency.

Boss has got a hunch.

What about Sam?
This guy's escalating.

Maybe try for a
hand-to-hand takedown.

It's too risky.

He drops it,
I'll lose you both. No way.

No sniper, no distraction,
no hand-to-hand.

- What do we have left?
- I'll get the slug.

It's a long shot, I know,
but it's all we've got.

Parker: You want to tell me
what this is all about, then?

I just, uh...

to be honest, Greg...

- I just need some time here.
- Okay.

You want time? You want
to explain that to me?

I can't explain it to you, Greg,
'cause you don't know.

Nobody knows.

People who say they do know...
they're the worst.

All these people,
they say they want

to help you, they just don't
leave you alone, you know?

But you got to be alone
to understand why.

Right?

Ed (Over radio):
I've got the slug.

Spike, we're on our way.

Spike: You've got to be
really careful, okay?

It will do the job:
it will paralyze on contact,

but Ed, the range is short,

and that thing
doesn't shoot straight.

You don't hit him dead-on,
it could be...

it could be bad for Sam.

Spike, we've got no choice.

Why should he live,

when every day, what he...

what he did...

kills all of us?

It kills all of us, Greg,
a little bit more

and a little bit more
and a little bit more

until there's nothing left.

There is something left, Walter.

What?

What's left, Greg?

What's always been there.

Family.

Your family...

who still needs you,
no matter what.

Family.

Let me tell you a little bit
about my family, Greg.

I have a...

an ex-wife

who drank herself into a coma

every night for four years,

and she pities me.

I have a mother

and a father
that I can't even look at

without thinking
about throwing up.

And I have a CD
where a daughter used to be.

There's no family left, Greg!

See, that's what you realize.

There's no reason why.

There's just people in pain,
spinning around a black hole,

hoping that somebody,

anybody...

- ...will just finish this!
- Go now!

(Grunting)

Go, go, go!

Wordy:
Stay down!

Stay down!
Don't move!

No!
Don't move.

Lay down on the ground.

No! No!

No!

Get him up.

We know who's working
with you, Walter.

Come on.

It was Broder, right?

Yeah.

He put the call

into-into the victim's group
for a distraction?

The alternate route--
he tipped you off?

What's this better idea
you're talking about?

What's he supposed to do?

(Sighs)

Come on, buddy.

He's already in custody.

Whatever it is,
it's not gonna happen.

And the more
cooperative you are,

the better it will be for you.

This isn't the Sudan, Walter.

We can't change the rules.

We got a job to do,
no matter what.

What about the Sudan?

He was stationed there
last year.

Why?
(Touch tones beeping)

Wordy, Donna,
get back to the prisoner right away.

What's up, boss?

Stupid.

(Sighs)

Superintendent McLean's office?

Yeah.

Did Agent Semple
call today about a change

in the escort route
for, uh, Peter Wilkins?

(Sighs)

Thank you.

(Phone beeps off)

Okay, Ed, uh,
they didn't get a call.

They didn't get a call.

She wasn't talking to them.

So, what's that got
to do with Broder?

Yeah, I think
Broder was telling the truth.

He didn't have anything
to do with this.

It was Walter and Delia.

Run.

I need to make it look
like you tried to escape.

I said run, you son of a bitch.

Run!

(Grunts)

(Panting)

Clear.

They're not here, boss.

Listen to me, Walter.

I know you think you're trying
to protect her, but you're not.

If Agent Semple hurts that man,
she's done, she's destroyed.

Have you not been listening,
Greg?

She's already done.

(Panting)

Run!

Walter:
Logan got her sister

the same time he got my Julie.

She could have lost it,

like most of us,
but she was... she was strong.

She didn't even
tell her superiors.

Her sister had a married name,
so she just kept it to herself.

She tell you this in
Khartoum, the Sudan?

Yeah.

It was like
it happened for a reason.

I mean, what are the chances?

Both of us being there,
both of us trying to get away

from the same thing,
but you c...

You can't get away.
You can't get away.

And it's like you can...

It's like
you can smell it on each other.

You know?

Stinks like, uh...

like gasoline.

That kind of pain.

What's she going to do, Walter?

All I had to do was shoot him.

Now that's all she has to do.

Boss, we're looking
at the CCTV now.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

If she used her ID card,
there's a record of it.

(Computer chirps)

Right here.

I got her.

Third basement, right below us.

The two of you get there.

- I'm on my way.
- Copy.

There's a door right
around the corner.

(Grunts)

(Groaning)

No. No, please.

Close your eyes,
and this will be over.

Please.

(Loud, wheezing breathing)

Close your eyes!

Please.

(Whimpers,
footsteps approaching)

(Panting) Wordy: Agent Semple?

I just want him
to close his eyes.

You need to put the gun down.

I just need him
to close his eyes.

I said, close
your eyes!

Oh, please.

No.

(Whispers):
Donna, on target.

If you don't put the gun down,

we'll be forced to shoot you.

Do you understand?

Parker:
Delia?!

Delia, what are you doing?

This isn't right.

This isn't justice.

This is vengeance.
You know that.

You don't know what I know.

Parker:
Okay.

But can I tell you
what I do know?

You've had Wilkins all alone
for nearly 20 minutes.

You could have killed him
by now, but you didn't.

Because you're a cop.
You're not a killer.

(Sighs)

I was a good cop.

I was a good sister.

And you still can be.

No. He took that away.

Now I'm just this.

Delia, no!

(Echoing): No! No...!
(Gunshot)

Get him down!

(Echoing): Get him down!
Get him down!

"After which point, Mr. Wilkins
was returned to our custody.

"And the body of Agent Delia
Semple was transported

to Metro General
awaiting an autopsy."

Donna, do you have
anything to add?

How did SIU go?

I shot a cop.

They're really happy.

Donna, we have a saying here.

Just 'cause you did right,

doesn't mean you
get to feel right.

Our hands are clean, yeah?

(Wordy sighs)

(Sighs)

Okay.

(Siren blaring)

(Horn honking)

(Guitar plays gentle melody)

♪ Days like this ♪

♪ You look up at the sky above you ♪

♪ Days like this ♪

♪ You think about the
ones that love you ♪

♪ And all I want to do
is live my life honestly ♪

♪ I just want to wake up and
see your face next to me ♪

♪ Every regret I have
I will go sad free ♪

♪ And it will be good for me ♪

♪ It will be good for me ♪

♪ Days like this ♪

♪ Have you ever seen the sky,
it's such a clear blue ♪