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In Toronto's war on crime, the worst offenders are pursued by the detectives

of the Specialized Criminal Investigations Unit.

These are their stories.

Stop chasing me!

Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

And never leave this on the ground. Come on. Rocco, inside.

Let's go. One, two, three.

Hold on.

Okay. In, troops.

Hey, chill. Bye.

Dad, you're dead! Whoa, whoa, whoa. What was that? Give me that. Give me that.

No guns. You know no guns. Watch your toes!

In! And do not spill that, Isabella.

You ready for this?

Eddie's been stewing since he got out. Yeah, it's gonna be great.

Family reunion, right?

You look good, all things considered.

Thank you.

Four years in the can.

Couldn't come visit your brother.

Yeah, well, uh... One could say that I've been busy.

Yeah, I heard. Getting your steps in, making deals with the Vietnamese people.

What's next, the Sisters of Charity? Our thing ain't a labor union, Rocco. Yeah,

but we're making good money.

Mm-hmm.

We're making great money, and the cops are not on our ass. Well, I thought I

was running things pretty well.

What do you want, Eddie?

Rocco,

you're my little brother, and I love you.

But you're soft.

Now I'm gonna take back what's ours.

Make them furious again. All of them. How?

How you gonna do that?

What, from up here?

Hiding in your house?

Andy, you pissed off so many people. You're caged up here like an animal too

scared to leave the zoo.

Why don't you just leave it alone, huh?

Eleanor, can you squeeze my hand?

Eleanor, can you squeeze my hand? Nicola, I don't want tea.

I want coffee.

Leo, I need you to get some sleep tonight.

You and that old fart doctor telling me I'm not fit to drive. Guy's older than

you. What does he know?

Yeah. Tell me your name again.

I'm Pete.

I'm your godson, remember?

Oh, yeah.

From the neighborhood?

Yeah.

I'm the guy that sneaks you coffee.

Guy in 3B03 has been sitting there all week.

He's getting to the willies. He says he's a relative, but they're an odd

couple for sure.

I'm on it.

Hey, what's your name?

I'm Pete.

Well, Pete, you're creeping out the nurses and visiting hours are over.

Haven't seen you in a while.

I was meeting someone in Midland.

Figured I'd bring you your mail.

How are you doing, Tom?

Uh, hanging in there.

Made any friends yet?

Girlfriend?

Yeah, well, takes time.

Tom?

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Look at

this. Look at this.

Look at that. Beautiful. Nice and hippie. Lots of yoga for Monica.

Acai bowls, five minutes from the beach. Howler monkeys.

Howler monkeys.

I go up by the sea. I'm booking it. You should.

What are you doing over here? You only live once. Go enjoy yourself.

Gotta make it beautiful, right?

The sun, the sand.

Allison. Another round, dude. Okay.

Be right back.

Oh, hey.

Hey. Want a top up? Coffee? Coffee? One more coffee? Today's your lucky day

because today I'm thinking about food.

Oh, okay.

Talk it to me. What do you want? I was curious about your pomodoro.

Pomodoro's great.

We make it fresh.

I guess you'll have a pomodoro.

Yeah, I'll get the pomodoro and bend the fleece for you. Let's go!

9-1-1.

Goddamn mobsters doing what they do. We don't know that yet. Come on, Amy, we

know what we know. And what's that, Lombardi?

Victim is Rocco Cosentino. Story kind of tells itself.

What do we actually know? Let's start with the shooter.

Construction worker, hard hat, vest, dust mask. That's weirdly hard to

say. Tall, short, black, white.

White. Average height, average build.

All anyone remembers is the hard hat and the vest.

It's a crowded patio. How'd he get out?

He walked out there, turned right. Nobody saw much after that.

Oh.

Scoozy Rocko.

What about our victim?

Was he sitting with anyone?

Tony Moretti, one of the owners here.

This other guy at the table tried to help. He's inside.

Green jacket, beard.

Hey, I, uh, heard you were sitting with our victim. Tried to help. I'm Detective

Bateman. You want to give me your name? Tell me what happened. I already gave a

statement. I didn't ask if you gave a statement.

Tell me what you saw.

Can we talk about this outside?

Uh, I'd rather not.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

Buddy came in from the southeast corner.

5'10", Caucasian, left-handed, long hair.

Knew what he was doing, very focused. Two shots to the chest, walked out the

side door, went north of Clinton.

Disappeared.

Great disguise. Seriously, like, the only thing anyone saw was the orange

vest.

That's not all you saw.

You might want to check the alley behind.

My guess is this guy did quick change before he disappeared.

Baby, he found his Halloween costume.

Dumpster up back.

You know what? I changed my mind.

Let's talk inside.

Okay, back to the wall.

Strong observations, calm under pressure. First day of the scene.

You on the job? Well, not anymore.

Guy I was looking into is dead now, so... Detective John Darcy.

Guns and gangs.

Undercover?

Undercover light, I would say.

I wasn't deep. I was just getting to know the players.

I sat there over tipping for two weeks.

Said I was writing a novel.

Tony, the owner, also writing the novel, God Help Us All, introduces me to Freddy

Fatoli. Freddy likes basketball.

I get him tickets.

He tells Rocco.

Rocco and I bond over the value of cold plunges and the benefits of alkaline

water. Suddenly, I'm one of the regulars at Rocco's 4 o'clock table.

People like talking to writers, I guess. I don't know.

Monica Cosentino, Rocco's wife. Rocco's widow.

Word travels fast.

Uh, give me a minute.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Who's the cat?

I guess I'm the cat.

Detective Bateman, Inspector Batiste, Guns and Gangs, immediate supervisor

to... Detective John Darcy.

I'm very excited to meet you, Inspector.

I've watched your Ted Williamson interrogation on repeat for years.

You're a legend.

Uh-huh. What were you doing there, Detective?

Mob boss, Rocco Cosentino, get shot on the patio, clearly a hit. Did you guys

know it was in the works?

Like what, minority report?

Darcy's been working College Street as an observer.

Rocco's estranged brother, Eddie, got out of jail two months ago. He wanted to

keep eyes on the whole family.

Well,

what have you got, detective?

The short version.

We all know that Cosentino's right.

The Calabrian Mafia going back 80 years now.

Dad dies, oldest son Eddie takes up the mantle.

Eddie's a brute.

He's vicious.

Good thing for everyone he ends up in prison.

Younger brother Rocco takes over. Eddie doesn't love that, but it's a story as

old as time.

Cain and Abel, least of Eden, Bobby and JR.

The younger sons succeed.

Anyway, Rocco, may he rest in peace.

He's... Low-key, his boss.

Spent half his time researching his next family vacation, the other half betting

bottles of Peroni on World Cup soccer.

His buddy Luca keeps trying to nudge him along, keep him engaged in the usual mom

-and-pop stuff, drugs, counterfeit, extortion, but... Rocco's sitting back.

He's chilling.

Cute kids, nice wife.

He's doing fine.

Two months ago, Eddie gets out of prison. That's where I come in.

Eddie's gonna want his turf back.

So, how's he gonna do it?

Funny thing.

Eddie hasn't made a peep.

Guy doesn't leave his house. Everything's copacetic.

Rocco hasn't bumped up security.

No sign of Eddie on the block. No extra comings and goings. All quiet on the

Western Front.

Until today.

That's the short version.

So, this is where the magic happens, huh?

Mm-hmm.

How's the coffee here? Is it any good?

How's it going with Lombardi?

He drove over my foot.

We've tried you with four detectives since Graff left.

Yeah, well, it's hard to build trust and find a fit.

It's very goldilocks of you. This one's too hot, that one's too cold.

Inspector Batiste has agreed to a temporary secondment. Given Detective

Darcy's knowledge of the players, given that his cover's blown, and given that

you have yet to land on a permanent partner... He's not even homicide.

Batiste says he's an excellent detective, the best he's got.

Didn't want to loan him out, but he owes me a favor, so...

Follow my lead, okay?

No Bobby, no J.R., just keep it locked tight.

This is really not a good time for me.

Again, Mrs. Cosentino, we are so sorry for your loss.

This will be quick.

Rocco's job, Roxton Property Management.

Rocco is the owner.

It's obvious that he was a real fixture in the community.

Yeah, well, we've been here for years. Kids go to Clinton, and Rocco grew up

about three blocks away.

Do you have any idea who might have wanted to... To kill him?

No.

No.

Rocco just got through a cancer scare, so he just wanted to spend some time

with his kids.

Yeah, he was a kind and peaceful man.

Well, yes.

And no.

He has been arrested a number of times.

Simple assault.

Aggravated assault. All the assaults, really.

What I will give you,

Rocco was beloved in the neighborhood, and he seemed pretty low-key these days.

No bodyguards, no pit bulls, fairly average security system.

A little unusual for a man in his position.

I haven't seen one of these in a long time.

Mom, babysitter, LL. I'm guessing that's you, Luca Loretti. Here, take this.

G-A-M. Who's that? Who's Gam? That's enough, guys.

It's time to go.

You alright? Yeah.

Okay. Seriously.

Okay, Mr. Loretta, look, I... I wasn't there when it happened. I don't know who

did it. So, I don't know what you want me to tell you.

Okay.

We could brainstorm.

Bikers?

Russians? Vietnamese?

No? Uh, Jamestown?

Ordon Park?

Dixon City?

Then, of course, there's Rocco's asshole of an older brother, Eddie.

You used to work for Eddie, if memory serves.

I heard you talking about him just last week, in fact.

The only time Eddie ever gave me a day off is the day my first kid was born.

Do I know you?

Well, with Eddie out of prison, he might be interested in reclaiming the throne.

The throne? I wouldn't know anything about that.

What about this, um, damn person, G.A.M.?

Whoever that is called Rocco 30 seconds before he got hit.

That was Rocco's nickname for Eddie.

Grade-A monster.

What? What are you thinking?

I was just thinking about how unmemorable you are.

You spent two months hanging out with that crew, and that guy had no clue

where he knew you from?

Luca barely comes to the cafe.

And besides, being unmemorable was part of my job. It was literally my job

description.

We were sorry to hear about your brother.

Yeah, it's rough.

I love the guy.

Yeah, I know. I'm sure you did. And I'm sure he felt the same way about you,

despite the nickname.

Gam.

G-A-M. Grade A.

Monster.

Did something happen between the two of you recently?

No.

No, he's been calling me that since we were kids.

Brotherly love, right?

Mm-hmm.

Still, must have been hard watching your kid brother run your empire into the

ground. If you're going to order a hit on the boss, your kid brother, then you

better be prepared.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Really?

Glass polycarbonate.

250 times more impact-resistant, small reduction, no glass flying. That's a

good choice if you're paranoid.

I'm not paranoid, Detective.

I'm rich. My security's nothing new.

There's a lot of bad people out there.

Is that why you don't leave your house?

Yeah, something like that.

What about Rocco's visitation?

I hear it's at Bessio's on Dufferin.

It's a busy spot. Could be a tough one to control. I mean, assuming you're

going. You know.

Brotherly love.

All that jazz.

Well, I appreciate your concern, detective.

But I got it in hand.

You're in guns and gangs.

Who's Eddie hiring for this kind of job? Someone from his crew, maybe?

I'm Eddie. I'm hiring a pro.

Getting it done. Getting him out of town as soon as humanly possible.

Or killing him before he can brag about it.

I'd do it through a prison contact, maybe friend of a friend.

And Eddie's list of known associates is as long as his driveway.

Our first all-nighter.

I remember when Rocco was nine years old. This kid was shoving him around.

One of his headphones or some such nonsense.

Anyway, Rocco's like, PJ, please take my headphones.

So I step in. I take the headphones. I hand them to PJ.

And then I break PJ's wrist and three of his fingers. Well, that's what you gotta

do with bullies, huh? You gotta hit back.

That's right.

What's happening here?

Is that a cop?

Hey, this is private property. Yeah, we had a complaint.

What kind of complaint?

Neighbors heard gunshots.

License and registration.

Oh, come on. He lives here. That's fine.

Fine. Just get it over with. Ah!

Two shots to the chest.

Looks familiar?

Joe Wells?

You were driving. You want to tell me what happened?

I can't hear anything.

Someone fired a gun right beside my head.

You were headed to a visitation for Rocco Costantino, Eddie's little

brother?

You must be feeling pretty lucky, Joe.

You know, hits like this, they don't usually leave a witness.

The glove compartment's open.

What was in there?

Where's the gun, Joe?

I was reaching for my license, all right? Which I gave to your guy who shot

my friend.

Our guy? What do you mean, our guy?

We're driving. This cop steps out in front of us with a flashlight.

We pull over.

I go to give him my ID.

He grabs my arm and then, bam, he starts shooting. You're saying this was police?

Huh. What did he look like? I don't know. He had a flashlight in my face.

Can you try?

White guy, but gay high.

All I could see was the uniform.

Did you notice any name tag or patch or crest, anything?

Nope.

He was wearing that stupid hat, though.

You mind playing Joe?

Kind of.

Reach in there for your ID. Give it to me with your right hand.

The gun was fired right beside the right ear.

Shooter's left-handed.

Just like the guy who killed Rocco.

So, both what? Left-handed, both in uniform.

Two brothers, one shooter.

Someone's come for the Italians.

Two penetrating gunshot wounds to the anterior left chest, both directed

slightly downward.

Eerily similar to what we saw with Rocco Cosentino.

Cartoon version.

Our shooter's been doing a F-ton of target practice, and he nailed it both

times. You stole my thunder.

Striations on the bullets from both bodies indicate they came from the same

gun. Nine millimeter semi-automatic, European manufactured.

Okay, so we all agree, same shooter.

If it quacks, it's a duck. And if that duck is picking off Calabrians one by

one, we could be in for a bloodbath.

Maybe we keep our one-shooter theory in-house for now. Let it look like what

it looks like. Andy had Rocco killed, Rocco's team retaliated. It's better for

us if the mob is destabilized on its heels. It'll give us a minute to get

ahead.

Mark, what do you got?

Okay, so I've been working with Alex from Guns N' Gangs. Thank you for the

intro, by the way. You guys are great.

It's, um... Is he sticking around? No. No, just this case.

Hey, we've been going through old wires, looking for any kind of chatter

indicating Rocco and Eddie Constantino were targets.

We've run nicknames, code names, cell phones on a bunch of different sources

from the usual suspects.

Haven't found anything that even resembles a hit for hire.

Nothing?

Sri Lankans, Triads, Wolfpack?

They might have flown somebody in. Was there any mention of an airport?

I'm not sure this is the tree we should be barking up.

It doesn't track.

Hitman for hire doesn't track?

Hitman, maybe, but... Rival organized crime.

I mean, it could be revenge, but the Italians aren't doing anything vengeance

-worthy these days.

Especially under Rocco's smiley face.

What's the end game?

Kill the Cosentinos, take over their hustle? It doesn't really work like that

anymore. Okay, so if it's not a rival gang, then who?

Maybe the call's coming from inside the house.

Lucola ready.

Rocco second in command.

He knew them both. He hated it. He thought Rocco was useless.

And maybe with both of them gone, Luca had a shot at running the show.

Mr. Moretti, we understand you're a man of few words.

Unlike my colleague here, who spent the last two months observing you and your

friends in your natural habitat.

Luca, you're an ambitious guy.

You were frustrated with Rocco's leadership, you hated his older brother

Eddie, and you had them both killed so you could be boss.

I don't want to be boss.

Come on.

You'd be better than neither of those two goons.

But as you both know, I'm in the property management business.

Please.

She's right. No, you're right. Come on. I am ambitious, so... What you both

clearly don't know is that I've already taken a career opportunity in Montreal.

Montreal? Yeah. I sold my house last month and I'm moving in a week.

You know what? I have the name of the employer. If you'd like to give him a

call, I have his phone number. Let me guess. Someone who works for someone who

works for Johnny Gallo. Mm-hmm. That's a strong lateral move.

Okay.

Let's say that you were behind this housecleaning, and let's say you really

are getting out of town. What's to stop you from sharing your theory with us?

You knew these brothers better than anyone.

You grew up together.

You worked with Rocco.

I loved the guy.

Mm-hmm.

I did.

Was he a good businessman?

No. Maybe not.

Rocco was decent.

And everybody knew that. Nobody was coming for Rocco.

Okay. What about Eddie?

Eddie.

Eddie was a coked-up, vengeful, mean son of a bitch.

So... I don't know.

Karma. Why do you say that?

Work.

All's fair, right?

Whatever.

But Eddie, Eddie was the guy who would knock around his girlfriends on the

regular. He'd beat up delivery guys for fun.

You guys know you arrested him for getting wasted, running over a waitress,

and then realizing she wasn't dead, and then running her over again.

That was the straw that broke it, you know?

After that, nobody wanted Eddie Cosentino around anymore. Everybody

hated his guts.

I got what he deserved.

Eddie Cosentino. I heard.

Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

Oof, yeah, he sounded dreamy.

Figured it was his brother's crew hitting back.

Yeah, we were thinking that too for a minute, but now we're wondering if

Eddie's death is unrelated to his line of work.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Two mafia brothers get killed within 36 hours? Not related to organized crime?

No, if it was organized crime, they would have shot his driver. They

wouldn't have left a witness. It doesn't track.

Detective Darcy Guns and Gags, right?

Yeah, we met on that tow truck case.

See? I can be memorable.

Okay, well, let's say Eddie's death wasn't gang-related.

I'm sure the guy had a hundred enemies.

How are we gonna narrow that down? Yeah, well, seven arrests over the years, but

he only went to prison once. And apparently it was a game-changer for

everyone. So Eddie gets shot two months after he gets out?

Maybe that's not a coincidence.

My colleague worked that case.

Impair driving causing death.

Drunk and hit and run, Eddie backed over a waitress in an alley. Yeah, twice.

Holly Winter, 19.

Student at TMU.

Worked part-time at Zito.

Everyone was afraid to talk, but Crown got lucky.

One kid stepped forward, so I could buy-saw the whole thing.

Plus, we had a sympathetic family.

Single mother, older brother.

They were there every day in court. We put Eddie Costantino away for 12 years.

But you only served four.

This is a mob, Bastio. How in the hell does he get out so early?

The usual.

Phony remorse. Good behavior.

Come on.

Frankie, you know how this works.

Right. What I'm saying is, if some drunk prick ran over my kid and served one

-third of his sentence, I might murder someone.

You think it's family?

Well, then why shoot the brother the day before?

Eddie's been untouchable since he got out of prison, holed up in his

bulletproof fortress.

No one was getting near him. So how do you get him out of his house?

Brother's visitation.

So? Is it possible Rocco got killed simply as a way to flush Eddie out of

his hiding hole? I mean, how do you kill a king?

You get him to leave his castle.

It's actually really nice to talk about her.

Holly would be 23 this month.

And your son, Patrick, right?

Yeah. How's he doing, Mrs. Winter?

He's, um... He's... He's having a hard time.

Holly and Patrick, they were...

I was a single mom, so I worked a lot. My kids were inseparable.

They never even fought. They were best friends.

Where is Patrick now?

He's not in any of these photos.

Tell me about it. The kid, he's camera shy, people shy. Not like Holly. She

could light up a whole room.

Hey, love.

These folks are here about Eddie Cosentino.

Yeah, I heard about that on the news.

We didn't even know he was out of prison for the first month.

The guy who killed your sister gets out eight years early and nobody told you?

Nope.

And I still don't know how he got out early.

I mean, there was no debate about what happened.

My sister Holly's taking out the garbage after her shift.

Eddie Constantino and his brother Rocco come out of the restaurant.

Eddie's fallen over drunk. He's pissing on a wall. His brother's just laughing,

doesn't even try and stop him from getting in his car.

And two minutes later, Holly's face down in a puddle with her head crushed in.

An eyewitness laid it all out in court, so... This eyewitness, did you ever meet

him? We saw him once in the courtroom when he gave his testimony, but we never

met him.

We tried.

We wanted to thank him for speaking up.

We put in two requests to meet him.

Never heard from anyone, so we wrote him a note.

Did he write you back?

Yeah, he did, actually.

It was really nice.

Do you happen to still have that letter?

I do. Could we take a look, please?

Yeah. When you saw him in court, what did he look like?

I don't know. I mean, average, white guy, brown hair, maybe 5'10".

All I really remember is he got up on the stand and he looked at Eddie

Cosentino like he didn't care.

He knew he was doing the right thing.

Please know that I am safe and well, though we've never met. I think of your

family often and wish you the best. Look, they're smudging all over the

place, backwards slant. He's left in.

As is our suspect.

Circumstantial at best. So why would an eyewitness to a violent crime come out

of the woodwork four years later to go after the guy he put away?

Maybe he thought he'd never be safe with Eddie out on the street. These mob guys,

they know how to hold a grudge. So it's kill or be killed?

It's possible.

I'm also kind of interested in the woodwork.

You think of witness protection?

It's possible.

This guy's entire life got vaporized for doing the right thing.

Four years alone, banished in the wilderness.

That's a lot of time to get even more paranoid, polish your resentments. Yeah,

it's a hell of a lot of time for target practice.

I don't like getting calls from Crowns.

Okay, well, I don't like asking favors from grounds, Brenda, but here we are.

Listen to me. Eddie and Rocco Cosentino were both killed by a man matching your

witness's description.

All the evidence is sealed.

Brenda, we've tried all other avenues to find this guy. We even reached out to

the uniform assigned to the witness during the trial, Constable Mike

Cabinda. We haven't heard anything.

But, hey, if you can assure us that your client is alive and well and living

peacefully in Barry...

Come with me.

Barry? Why'd you mention Barry?

They always seem to stick these poor bastards in Barry.

Hi, Adele.

These detectives are looking for Tom B.

Go ahead.

I've been trying to reach our witness for the last two days.

Since Eddie Cosentino got shot.

But he hasn't gotten back to me.

Is that unusual?

Yes. Very.

Okay, we need to find this guy. Can you give me a name?

Tom Burney.

I can't say his real last name.

I've been his handler since the trial.

We relocated him to Barry four years ago.

He's a carpenter, goes fishing, hunting once in a while, lives alone.

Lovely guy.

Quiet.

Very cautious for obvious reasons.

Eddie Cosentino was released from prison eight years early. Was Tom aware?

Yes. I told him two months ago. As soon as it happened.

He was upset, but he seemed to accept it. When did you last see him?

I brought him his mail last week.

One letter.

Came to my office.

Not sure who it was from. There were just initials scrawled on the back.

Do you remember what they were?

MK. Mike Cavenda.

Tom read the letter.

He didn't say anything.

I'm sure he destroyed it. It's protocol.

Ayodele, in your heart of hearts, do you think Tom would risk coming back to

Toronto? No.

Not in a million years.

Eddie Cosentino might have been behaving himself in prison in order to get

parole, but we all knew the minute he got out, he was coming for Tom.

You know what I miss the most?

Besides my wife, of course. God rest her soul. I don't know, Leo. What do you

miss? Huh?

Sunsets, cannoli, walks in the rain.

Hey, what's going on?

What? I can't believe they got to Eddie.

Oh, man,

they're gonna be sorry they hit us back. Out of the way, sir!

Okay.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Eleanor's having a seizure.

Let's get her down flat.

Mike Cavinda.

Can I help you, detectives?

M.K., is that you?

Those are my initials. All right, Tom Bernie.

Ring a bell?

Eddie Cosentino case.

You were in charge of the eyewitness. You spent six months protecting Tom.

An innocent man doing the right thing at great personal cost. How could I forget?

All right, so you stay in touch? Write him a letter now and then? You sign it

with your initials, M.K.? Don't know what you're talking about.

Okay.

Oh, did you know your boy Tom just shot and killed Eddie Cosentino?

Yeah.

He dressed like a cop to do it, too.

You write Tom a letter. One week later, he's back in town playing dress-up,

shooting gangsters. Might be time to tell us what's going on.

Two weeks ago, there was a mugging over on Dundas.

Eleanor Fraser.

64.

Lived in the area her whole life.

She was walking home from work.

Some guy beat her half to death with a steel pipe.

Not sure she's gonna make it.

Does Eleanor Fraser by any chance have a 31-year-old son?

Left-handed, 5'10", named Tom.

So that's what was in the letter?

Oh, hey, Tom. Eddie Cosentino just about killed your mother.

Don't stick your head out or they'll shoot it off. It's a trap. That's what

they want.

Jesus, what the hell were you thinking? Okay, okay, okay.

Eleanor Fraser, where is she?

Midtown Memorial, third floor.

You're too late. She's already gone.

She headed down for surgery a couple hours ago.

Who are you?

Just dropping these off.

Leo, can you give me a couple minutes? Then I can take you down for the scans.

I can take him.

As long as you take me for a decent coffee.

New friend said he'd take me, but he hasn't been back.

It's fine by me. Just stay with him, bring him back.

For sure.

I got time to kill.

We're looking for Eleanor Fraser.

What's this about? Can I help you?

Eleanor Fraser. We hear she's on this floor.

She is.

She's in surgery right now.

Surgery for what?

Decompressive craniotomy.

She'll be out in about 20. Any visitors lately?

An orderly came by. Dropped off some flowers.

This orderly, what did they look like? I don't know. Long hair, about yay high.

Yeah. Yeah, new guy.

Never seen him before.

You'll probably find him in the lobby.

It's Detective Bateman. We need backup immediately.

Midtown Memorial Hospital. We're in the atrium.

Police? Whoa.

Ma'am, are you alone? Yes.

Did anyone else come into this room? No.

Gun down! Down!

Put it! Put it down. Yep, okay.

Put it down. You too, put it down. Come on. Sorry, I'm not doing it.

Put it down! We're new at this, me and her, okay?

At working together, I'm not putting my gun down.

You'd be doing me a really big favor if you let her go.

It might even make me look good.

I'll do anything to impress Bateman here.

Even if that means shooting you dead.

You're a good shot, but I promise you I'm better.

Please just put it down.

You think I want to be here doing this right now?

I do not.

And the thing is, neither do you.

You know how I know that?

Because you're not the bad guy.

You gave up your entire life to put a monster in prison.

Eddie Gazzantino got put away because you were brave enough to speak up.

And the thing is, you didn't need to.

You're from the neighborhood.

You knew who Eddie was. You could have walked, forgotten, mixed things up, made

sure they didn't put you on the stand.

Why'd you do it?

I want to know.

Was it because of your mom?

She teach you that?

Whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it for him, it is sin.

Okay.

Book of James.

I like the New Testament. It's a nice break from all that fire and brimstone.

So she taught you well.

You do the right thing, you can't go wrong.

Except it did.

Yeah, it did.

But you were just a kid.

You're someone's son who became a ghost until you found out your mom got beaten

half to death with a pipe.

Is my mom gonna die?

We don't know.

You need to see your mom. That's why you killed Rocco. Yeah?

Yes.

And Eddie?

Yes.

I hated him.

Okay. So you did what you needed to do, right? You got your vengeance.

I didn't get anything.

What do you mean?

Because I still hate him.

And I just... I can't get this out of me.

It's a terrible feeling.

Hatred.

It grips onto you, and it won't let you go. It corrodes you. But it's just a

feeling.

Tom, it's human.

We're only human.

But now you've got to make a choice.

Tom, please.

Put the gun down and let her go.

I didn't even get to say thank you.

I just left, and I didn't even tell her that I love her.

Okay, so let's fix that.

Let's go see her now.

She should be out of surgery, okay?

We'll go see her.

Tom, put it down. We'll go see her before the cavalry arrives. Let's do it

now.

Tom, on my life, that's what we'll do.

Right now.

Okay?

Put your hands up.

Alright, hands on your head.

and this is

You talk a lot. I know.