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(whimsical music plays on TV)

(elevator bell dings)

(labored breathing)

(groaning)

(rings)

MAN:
Be right there.

(thud)

Hello.

Hello?

Help us.

Help us.

(indistinct conversations)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Thank you.

Hey.

Our victim's name
is Brooke Hallworth.

She's 21 years old.

Paramedics found
her unconscious,

blunt force trauma to the head.

She's at Trinity
Hospital.

They're taking her
into surgery now.

We know if she was a guest here?

Nothing registered in her name.

Okay.

Let's see what we've got.

BONASERA:
Oh.

This blood trail indicates she
came from somewhere upstairs.

BONASERA:
Looks like the brood trail leads
into the elevator.

She definitely pushed
the lobby button.

All right, so how do we know
what floor she came from?

Only one way
to find out.

(doors close)

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)
Police business.

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

Here we go.

FLACK:
Door's been left open.

Flack, we got
a victim here.

I'm not catching
any vitals.

Hey, Stell.

Take a look
at this.

(sighs)

Well...

looks like we can
rule out robbery.

Sync by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

Is Stella canvassing
for witnesses?

She's on her way to the hospital
to get an update

on our female vic.

So, Mac...

luxury suite...

champagne...

cash...

ski mask.

Which item doesn't belong?

What about this gunshot
wound to the abdomen?

Any sign of a casing?

Uh-uh.
Shooter either used a revolver

or took the casing with him.

This guy's all banged up.

It's consistent
with defensive injuries,

but the coloration suggests

they were sustained
over a period of time.

Could be he's just clumsy.

Or he's got a painful job.

Yeah.

This abrasion here
is very recent.

Could have happened during
a struggle with the killer.

Looks like there's some kind

of pattern to it.

It's tough to
make out.

I'll get a digital copy to AV,

see if we can enhance
what's there.

(people talking indistinctly
in next room)

Metal housing
on the privacy chain is bent.

This door was forced open.

So, room invasion

without the robbery.

One dead.

One barely makes it out
of here alive.

Whoever did this was looking
to hurt these people.

If robbery wasn't
the motive,

why not take the
money anyway?

Hey.

Room's registered
to a Jesse Lewis.

Checked in a few hours ago
with a woman

matching the description
of our female vic.

If she was inside this room

when the ski mask came
off the killer's face,

she may be able to make an I.D.

If she makes it at all.

Race you to the end
of the hallway.

Oh, hey!

Just a little
humor there.

Yeah, well, uh,
where are we at

on this
hotel room murder?

Well, behind
door number one,

we have a silver vase,
champagne bottle

and all the matching stemware.
Behind door number two,

we have a wool
ski mask,

presumably worn by the killer.

So, what's it going to be,
Messer?

It's going to be
door number one.
Ah.

Feeling lucky
about getting some prints, huh?

No, it's just a little closer.

(chuckles)

HAWKES:
When I worked
as a medical intern,

we'd get these
kids coming in

with injuries like you
wouldn't believe.

Hyperextended vertebrae,

cranial contusions,
spiral fractures.

Football players?

You'd think so,

but believe it or not,
they were dancers.

Okay. What kind of dance moves
cause injuries like these?

Okay, well,

this stress fracture here is
caused by torsional motion,

most likely the result

of a pretty popular dance move
called an air flare.

(bone crackling)

All right, it looks
like he also suffered

a herniated
cervical disc.

Highly indicative

of gradual strain
and repetitive motion.

(squishing)

So, our vic was a dancer.

More specifically,
a street dancer.

Hmm.

Now, this wound here
has formed a callus,

indicating that it's
partially healed.
Mm-hmm.
It's not from dancing,

and most likely not related
to our crime.

I'd say it happened
within the past few months.

Hmm. What about C.O.D.?

Sid recover a slug?

No.

This is all he was able
to remove

from the wound.

Some type
of metallic powder.

And it wasn't
a through and through.

That's odd.

Yeah.

But you can see the round
only penetrated

a few inches
into the body,

then stopped dead.

So, we have no exit wound
and no bullet.

Where did it go?

And what exactly is this?

*

(typing)

Any word on our
victim's girlfriend,

Brooke Hallworth?

Yeah, she's still
in the hospital,

but she's showing signs
of improvement.

The minute she's conscious,
I'm getting back there.

Did you see the
paper today?

Yeah.

Adam said he saw a quiz
on Facebook called:

"If you were the Compass Killer,
where would you strike next?"

He told me.

We're going
to get this guy, Mac.

But right now, let's just focus
on the hotel murder.

Take a look at this.

The abrasion
on our vic's neck...

it's some kind
of crosshatch pattern.

Took sustained force to cause
that kind of impression.

It's not just a glancing blow.

And Hawkes
was right

about our vic's other injuries.

Jesse Lewis
was a dancer.

In fact, he was performing
last night

just hours before he died.

I got this off
the Internet.

Jesse performed under the
stage name Mechanicx.

This particular competition
is known as Battle Step.

I thought
this type

of dancing went out
with Ms. Pac-Man

and the Rubik's Cube.

Definitely went underground
and advanced,

only to resurface
with a new name.

It's now called street dancing,
and it's gone pro.

Street dancing.

(upbeat music playing
over speakers)

(music continues)

(cheering, applause)

(cheering, applause continues)

(shouting)
(grunts)

TAYLOR:
What's the guy in red
uptight about?

Could be

the fact that our vic
won first place

in the singles event.

Ten grand. All cash.

Everyone in that
audience saw him win.

Our suspect could
have been there,

followed Brooke and Lewis
back to their hotel room.

Strange thing is,

if the prize money
was the motive,

then why was it still there?

Why don't we ask the guy
who came in second.

* Beggin', beggin' you *

* Put your lovin' hand out,
baby *

* Beggin', beggin' you *

* Put your lovin' hand out,
darlin' *

* Ridin' high *

* When I was king

* Played it hard and fast
'cause I had everything *

* Walked away

* Wonderin' then *

* Would easy come and easy go
when it would end *

* So why anytime I bleed,
ya let me go *

* Anytime I reach,
ya get me yo *

* Anytime I seek,
ya let me know *

* But I planted that seed,
just let me go *

* I'm on my knees while I'm *
* Beggin' *

* 'Cause I don't wanna lose *
* You *

* I got my arms all spread

* I hope that my heart
gets fed *

* Matter of fact, girl,
I'm beggin' *

* Beggin' *

* Beggin' you *

* Put your lovin' hand out,
baby *

* Beggin' *

* Beggin' you *

* Put your lovin' hand out,
darlin' *

* I need you to understand

* Tried so hard to be your man

* The kind of man
you want in the end *

* Only then can I begin
to live again *

* An empty shell I used to be

* Shadow of my life
was hangin' over me *

* A broken man
but I don't know *

* Won't even stand a devil's
chance to win my soul *

* What we doin'?
What we chasin'? *

* Why da bottom?
Why da basement? *

* Why we got good...
don't embrace? *

* Why the feel for the need
to replacement? *

* You're on a wrong way track
from the good *

* I only painted a picture,
anywhere we could be at *

* Like the heart
in the best way should *

* You done gave it away, ya had
it till you took it back *

* But I keep walkin' on,
keep open doors *

* Keep hopin' for, that call
is yours, keep browsin' halls *

* 'Cause I don't wanna live
in a broken home *

* Girl, I'm beggin' *

* Beggin' you... *

You ever see this
guy before?

It's Jesse Lewis.

Thinks he's got skills
for battling.

Yeah, we heard you
two exchanged

skills last night.

You came in second place.
Yeah, well,

the judges must've been high
or something.

Why you asking me
about Jesse?

He do something wrong?

FLACK:
Yeah.

He stepped in front of a gun

while someone else
was pulling the trigger.

TAYLOR:
We're thinking that
someone might be you.

Couldn't accept you'd lost,

decided to take the battle
outside to another venue.

No, that-that ain't
how it went down.

Then why does Lewis
have an injury on his neck

that matches your
wrist guard?

FLACK:
I'll tell you why.

You were tired of coming
in second place,

right?

Tired of missing out on
the bragging rights,

sponsorships, endorsement deals.

And with Jesse in your way,

none of that was ever
going to be yours.

TAYLOR:
So you follow him back
to the hotel room,

you take him out, but you
leave all the money behind

knowing that if
you stole it,

you'd take first place
on our suspect list.

And Jesse's
girlfriend?

What, she just get
in the way,

or was there something else
going on there?

We may have done some
after-hours battling,

but I didn't kill him.

Convince me.

I spent months working
on a new move.

It's called the elbow air flare.

I'm getting ready to rock
the crowd with it, right?

But before I get a chance,
dude comes out

and hits me with my own move.

So I called him out.

Yo.

You been scoping

my practice sessions?

You busted my elbow flair.

Yo, man, I told you.

I got my own moves.

Step outta my face.
BROOKE:
Oh, my God!

Jesse!

If I'm gonna kill somebody,
I'll do it in the ring.

We'll see about that.

(siren wailing)

(overlapping chatter)

WOMAN (over P.A.): Any available
thoracic resident...

Hi, Brooke.

I'm Detective Stella Bonasera
with the NYPD.

We believe we found the man
who killed Jesse.

Nick?

It's very important

that we get an I.D. from you.

Is this something
you normally do?

I mean, she just

regained consciousness.

Her memory's not all there yet.

Recollections from traumatic
events are often most vivid

just after regaining
consciousness.

So, yes,

this is standard
procedure.

Are you a family member?

I'm a friend of Brooke's.

Nick Emerson.

A colleague of mine is going
to escort our suspect

into the room, Brooke.

I need you to look
at him and tell me

if it's the same man that broke
into your hotel room last night.

Okay?

Okay.

I guess.
Good.

Tell 'em I didn't do it.

What did I tell you
about talking?

I don't know.

Take your time.

I'm sorry.

I honestly don't remember.

It's okay.

(car horns honking)

(siren wailing)

Right there,
on the left.

Fairly substantial contusion,
swelling of the brain.

No evidence
of subdural hematoma.

The attending physician
diagnosed it

as a grade five
concussion.

That would explain the loss
of consciousness and amnesia.

Even if she was staring
Dot Com

in the face, that memory would
be wiped out of her brain.

She's lucky her entire life
wasn't wiped away.

If this had been a grade six
concussion,

we'd be investigating
a double homicide.

Any insight

from the doctors regarding
her memory loss?

Yeah.

Only time will tell.

Helpful.

Any idea when she'll be released
from the hospital?

Well, her vitals are normal.

But her physician wants

to keep her for observation.
He seems pretty confident

that she'll be released
within 24 hours.

I know it's the
last place

she'd want to go, but a trip
back to the crime scene

might spark a memory or two.

Any progress
on the metallic powder

from the vic's gunshot wound?

XRF indicated copper

and zinc metalloid.
Still trying to track

down a source.

From now on
I want to be called

Adam Ross Dot E-D-U.

(singsongy):
* 'Cause all day long *

* I'm giving people education. *
Uh!

Huh?

Nothing?

Ski mask.

Right.

Uh, I found a few hairs
within the fibers

but nothing with roots on it

to give us DNA.

Class characteristics?
Same color

and pigment distribution as
the sample we got from Dot Com.

But it doesn't definitively
say it's his.

See if we can get
mitochondrial DNA.

What about surveillance footage?

Nothing on our killer.

Prints Danny lifted
off the vase?

One belongs to Brooke Hallworth,
which we expected.

But there was a second print.

No match to Brooke,

Jesse, or Dot Com.

Ran it through AFIS
and I got nothing.

If Brooke used that vase
during the struggle,

chances are the other print
belongs to our killer.

Run the prints
through any

civilian databases.

Any place that requires
fingerprint identification

from their employees.

(siren wailing)

(horn honking)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(phone ringing)

What do you got, bud?

This was not the first time
our vic was robbed.

Yeah, I don't think you can
claim New York residency

unless you've been
robbed twice, no?

(chuckles)

M.O. is practically identical.

According to the report,
three months ago

Jesse wins a local
dance contest.

First prize
is 3,000 clams, cash.

Not a night

you want to walk home.

All right, so you're thinking
that this guy targeted

Jesse again after he
won this contest?

That makes sense.

Says here they
made an arrest.

Yeah.

Al Santiago.

He's number five.

Picked him up trying
to pawn Jesse's watch.

No hit. Jesse didn't I.D. him.

That's what
I don't get it.

He was staring the guy
right in the face

according to the complaint.

Right, so why doesn't
he identify this guy?

Who is this clown?

Me... me no speaky English.

FLACK:
Yeah, all right,
you know what?

Knock it off, Alice.

It's Al. It's Al, scumbag.

MESSER:
Al Scumbag?

I thought you said
his name was Santiago.

Yeah, right here
on your rap sheet.

It says your name
is Alice Adrienne

Santiago.

With a name like that,
you probably had

to mail your milk money
to the school bully.

It's of German descent.

It means "noble."

Yeah, you're obviously
living up to your name.

Yeah, yeah.

You guys are funny.

So, what'd I do now?

You know what you did--
robbery,

with a homicidal twist.

Yeah.

Yeah, that-that sounds like me.

Tell us about Jesse Lewis.

You gotta give me more
specifics, man.

I don't know the name
of every dude that I rob.

Hip-hop dancer,

followed him from a club,
took him for three grand.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what
I'm talking about.

(both grunting)

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
That guy, uh-huh.

But you see, I didn't do that

because he couldn't
I.D. me, remember?

Yeah, exactly.
That's why you weren't gonna

give him another chance,

that's why you wore
a ski mask, right?

See, now I know you definitely

got the wrong guy
'cause I don't ski.

Three thousand,
that was a score.

But ten large-
you weren't passing that up

even though it was
the same mark, right?

FLACK:
So, what happened?
What went wrong?

Did Jesse bum-rush you again?

Did he get in another punch?

He rips off your mask?
You figure you can't

leave him alive to I.D. you

'cause you're not gonna
get that lucky again.

So what happens next?

Somebody hears
the commotion,

they come in the room
to intervene,

they force you out of there

before you can
pocket the cash, huh?

First I'm gonna go
on record right now and say

I don't know what the hell you
two idiots are talking about.

And second,
anybody that wears

a ski mask is a punk.

And as for that robbery
three months ago...

It must really hurt, huh?

To know you're sitting
across from the dude

you're so sure
who did it,

but there's nothing
you can do about it.

Everything about this
guy says he did it.

But until the mitochondrial DNA
from the hair in the ski mask

comes back a match,

we don't have anything that
puts him in that hotel room.

Something's off, though.

Based on the complaint
of the first robbery,

Jesse stared right at the guy.

Why'd the I.D. go south?

Well, you know how unreliable
eyewitnesses can be.

Especially when they're staring
down the barrel of a gun.

That's it.

It's the same color
and consistency

as the powder recovered
from the vic's gunshot wound.

I made a few calls to some
of my military contacts.

It turns out

a copper and zinc metalloid
is used in the construction

of a tactical training round
known as simulated ammunition.

Yeah, used for
marking your shots.

But I thought
all simulated ammunition

was ink-filled nonlethal.

Similar to paintballs.

There's actually
two kinds.

The ink-filled,
nonlethal type.

And then there's these.

SafeFire rounds.

They're frangible.

Designed to disintegrate on
impact with hard targets.

So this must've cut through
our vic's flesh

and then broke up on impact with
the underlying dense tissue,

resulting in the
metallic powder.
ROSS:
I just heard back

from the SafeFire manufacturer.

Our sample is a match

to the impurity levels
in one of the lots.

And that lot was sent to?

A weapons training facility

called Center Ring Firing Range
in Brooklyn.

That's where we'll find our killer.

MAN:
You're dead, Frank.

Well, that's what happens

when you don't check
your danger areas.

You die.

Only managed to kill eight
innocent civilians today.

See everyone next week.

Craig Roberts?

Classes are a hundred
dollars a person,

no more than seven people
per group.

All instructors are licensed
and trained in various firearms.

Kill House.

Nothing can touch it
in terms of reality.

Except maybe reality.

Sorry.

I thought you were auditing
the last class.

Mind if I check out
your firearm?

Mind if I ask
what this is about?

This.

Your simulated ammunition

was used to commit
a murder the other night.

Well, you don't think
I had anything...

Relax, Mr. Roberts.

I'm not accusing you
of anything.

Not yet, anyway.

But I do need you
to explain to me

how one of your rounds ended up
being used in a homicide.

I have a lot of students.

I guess any one of them

could've walked off with
some of my practice rounds.

Don't you account for
all the simulated rounds

distributed to the
people in your class?

Should I be talking to a lawyer?

Do you need to?
Look, every day

I meet dozens of people who want
to learn how to fire a gun.

I can't be held responsible
for the actions of every person

who comes in and
out of this place.

Somebody has to.

This man is dead
because of one of your rounds.

Is that Jesse?

Jesse Lewis?

You know him?

This is crazy, yeah.

Jesse was a student
in one of my classes.

You think our vic was shot
by his own gun?

(grunting and groaning)

(gunshot)

The problem is, I don't know
anyone who carries a gun

for protection and loads
it with practice rounds.

Hey, guys.
There's no record

of our vic owning
a handgun license.

But Adam got a hit
from the prints

lifted off the vase
from the hotel room

and they match prints
from an employee database

of a Zenith Limos.

It's a car service
owned by retired
police officers.

The prints belong
to a Nick Emerson.

Wait a second.

He was visiting Brooke
in the hospital.

I'm a friend of Brooke's.

Nick Emerson.

Said he was a friend of hers.

He's also friends with Jesse,

our male vic.

They were business partners.

Jesse would do the dancing.

Nick provided the hype.

Seems that he also goes
by the name of Nick "Cool."

(chuckling)

Well, it looks like
it's time to talk to Nick,

see how cool he really is.

You never heard of a day gig?

Means I don't have
time for this.

You got a lot more time
than Jesse Lewis does.

According to some of your

B-boy associates,

you and Jesse were tight.

Yeah, we grew up together.

Started a merchandising
line for street dancers--

hats, T-shirts, gloves.

Anyway, Jesse
was my best friend.

You should've seen him,
he tore up the stage.

(whimpering)
Which was all
part of the plan.

Jesse would rock the crowd,
become a star.

I would amp the hype, kick-start

a marketing campaign
using the prize money.

Sorry.

Can you explain
your fingerprint

at the crime scene?
Yeah. I was there.

Earlier in the evening,

after Jesse won the contest.

We all went back
to the hotel to celebrate.

Who's "we all"?

Jesse, Brooke and I.

I mean, the party was on.

(music playing)
What?!

Whoo!

Okay!
(laughing)

Nice, man.

All right, my man,
let's see what you got.

Yeah!
Come on, man,

dancing is your thing,
business is mine.

Yeah, yeah, come on, here we go.

Let's see it,
let's see it.
Whoo!

Whoa!
(laughing)

I reached out to the table
to steady myself.

My fingers must've
touched the vase somehow.

How come you failed
to mention earlier

that you were in the room
the night of the murder?

'Cause it looked like you guys
had a suspect in custody.

Seemed like it was
all wrapped up.

I didn't see
why it was pertinent.

You know what, I still don't.

So how did the party end?

Brooke and Jesse
wanted to do

a little celebrating
of their own.

So I took the hint,
went back to my pad.

What time was that?

You serious, man?

You want an alibi?

Jesse was my best friend.

I'll also need hair
and a DNA sample.

If at any point
you feel like you need to leave,

you just tell me, okay?

All right, baby, check it out.

I think we deserve to have
a little celebration.

Start out with
a little champagne.

Thank you.
You're welcome, babe.

We're the best.

(glasses clinking)

I remember coming back
to the room.

Jesse had just won
the dance battle.

We were celebrating.

(laughing)

We won! We won, babe!

Look at it! Whoo!
This is crazy.

I love you.

Who was in the room
with you?

Me and Jesse.

What about Nick?

He said that the three of you

left the competition together
and then came up here.

I don't think so.

(gasping)

Jesse?

Jesse, please...

Oh, my God.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(whimpering)

(breathing heavily)

What did he want?

I don't know.

It was like...

It was like
he was gonna help me...

and then he just left.

Brooke, did you see his face?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

Okay.
(crying)

Okay, okay, okay.

All right,
all right.

Come on, let's get
you out of here.

It's okay.

(siren wailing)

Mac, I've gone over the evidence
from the hotel room three times,

and Jesse and Brooke--
they're here.

They're on the champagne bottle,
the glasses.

They're on the money,
but nobody else.

If Nick was partying
in that room,

his prints would be there, too.

Yeah. That's the thing.

Unless he didn't eat,

he didn't drink,
basically didn't move,

there's no way that he was
celebrating in that hotel room

the way he told us he was.

(laughter)

Which is consistent with
the little Brooke could remember

during her walk-through.

Yeah, so he's lying to us.

Big time.

Mito DNA from the hair
on the ski mask just came back.

Matched the DNA
from our vase fingerprint.

Nick was there.

Not to party, but to kill.

(siren wailing)

(horn honking)

(siren wailing)

* Ooh, ooh

* Ooh, ooh

* I never knew a love
could make me feel this way... *

And this is based
on what evidence?

Sometimes

the absence of evidence
is the best evidence of all.

We found nothing

in that room indicating you were
partying with Brooke and Jesse.

We did

find one of your hairs
on the ski mask.

The DNA matched back
to your fingerprint.

No way to dance
around that.

* I'm asking for a better
explanation, please *

* Tell me

* If you don't love me so... *

I loved Jesse, man.

Everyone did.

So, you killed him.

Makes perfect sense.

You have no idea
how this went down.

It's not what you think.

Doesn't matter what I think.

The evidence says everything.

That I did it?

Okay.

Okay, I killed him.

Why?

Because...

...Jesse asked me to do it.

* I'm living in the... *

NICK:
It's crazy.

I mean, you know...

(laughs, sniffles)

Nobody's gonna believe me.

I wouldn't believe me.

But you got to understand,
I'm-I'm telling you the truth.

And it all started
with that first robbery.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what
I'm talking about.

We read the police report, Nick.

We already know what happened.

Jesse couldn't
I.D. the robber.

But you see, I didn't do that,

because he couldn't I.D. me,
remember?

What you don't know is,

Brooke was with Jesse
in that alley that night.

She was there.

That's the part he left out.

Why would Jesse lie
about her being there?

Brooke was pretty
shaken up by it,

so Jesse told her to go home.

Said he was gonna
handle everything

with the police.

Why didn't Jesse
I.D. the robber?

'Cause he was embarrassed about
the way he handled himself.

He thought
he should have done something,

tried to rescue her somehow.

My man, up against the wall.
You, too. Up against the wall.

Say one word, I'm gonna shoot
you both in the back

of the head,
you understand me?
Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

That's what I'm talking about.

(whimpering)

(whimpers)

(panting)

Eyes straight ahead, Romeo.

Don't even think about

going hero on me.
No.

No. No.

(whimpers)

(crying)

Huh?

(muttering)

(Brooke and Santiago grunt)

He was convinced

that Brooke didn't see him
the same way anymore.

You know, I told him
he was crazy.

I mean, the robber had a gun.

He could have killed 'em both.

But Jesse blamed himself...

...for not being able
to protect her.

It was like he couldn't live
with it anymore.

So Jesse came up
with this plan

to redeem himself
in your eyes.

You're telling me
he planned the whole thing?

You're wrong.

He would never do
anything like that.

He wanted there to
be another robbery,

another chance
to protect you,

to be your hero.

Hey, pour me
some more champagne.

Just tell us
what you want.
Shut up!

In the corner--
both of you!

Now!
Anything you want.

Look, just don't hurt her.

Here, here.

I have money.
Take it.

There's more over there.

(grunting)

(gunshot)

It was just supposed
to be a warning shot

against the wall to
make it seem real.

He used simulated rounds so
that nobody would get hurt.

But I saw him get shot.

He told me
that the ammunition was safe.

Simulated rounds.

That's what he called them.

And that was Jesse's
fatal mistake.

He gave you those rounds

without realizing
they could be lethal.

That's when things went
from bad to worse.

Jesse?

(crying)
Jesse.

Oh, my God.

(panting)

(shouting)

(groaning)

(shouts)

Nick?!

(Brooke gasps)

(grunts)

NICK:
When Brooke saw my face,

she could I.D. me.

I just panicked.

I never meant to hurt her
or Jesse.

(panting)

That explains
why he knelt down

to check on you,
see if you were okay.

I just can't believe
it was Nick under that mask.

He was our friend.

He came to visit me
in the hospital.

He was going to go
to the police to confess,

but before he did,
he wanted to see you

to try to explain,
to apologize

as best he could.

But when he walked
into your hospital room...

He realized
I didn't remember anything.

He thought the
whole thing

would just go away.

(sighs)

Jesse didn't need
to do any of this.

I loved him for who he was.

God...

he could make me smile.

(laughing)

Um, Brooke,

I have one last thing
to ask of you.

Okay, number one,
follow me in here.

All the way to
this end line.

That's him.

Number three.

Number three, step forward.

TAYLOR:
Everyone else can go.

Put your hands behind your back.

TAYLOR:
We got him, Brooke.

It's over.

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