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Holy crap!

I can't believe it.

Hey-- Hey, Dean.
Come here.

Look what I got.
What is it?

Holy crap!
No way!

All I got was junk--
a lawn chair, a hammer.

Let me see that.

Holy crap.

Hey! Get over here.

This is really heavy.

What, is it
another bike?
I hope so.

Help me pull it in.

Okay.

[ Both Grunting ]

Holy crap!
[ Dean ]
A dead guy.

Damn.
Oh. Checking out
the lab schedule?

Yeah. Callie's not
coming in this week.

That's not
what I was looking at.
Oh, really? Then whatcha doing?

Nothing. What are you doing?
Working, which is what
you should be doing.

These eyes are open,
I'm working.

Then why aren't you down
at Turkey Creek Canal?

Two kids pulled out
a dead body from the water
with your name on it.

Great. But not yours?
Mm-mmm!

I'm escorting a prisoner
to Hillsborough County
Detention Center.

All the way in Tampa?
What'd this guy do?
Parole violation.

He got "disturbing the peace"
drunk last weekend,

and now he has to serve out
the remaining 12 months...

from his original sentence
of grand theft auto.

You know you're not allowed
to escort a prisoner
by yourself, right?

She's not.
She's helping me.

I'm F.D.L.E. Agent Dan--
Dan Ranson.

Linebacker with the second
most career tackles
from Florida State.

Oh, man! That game where
you guys destroyed O.U.--

Yeah, you got all
the help you need.

Guys, I don't feel so well.
Seriously, I feel sick.

You're going
back to prison.
I'd be feeling sick too.

All right, we're out of here.
Keep me posted.

All this was dragged
from the canal?
You betcha.

I used to go canal-dragging
all the time.

That's actually where
my first bike came from.

I can't believe you've never
done it before, Detective.

If I dragged
the Chicago River,
all I'd find is--

One of these.
Yeah.

According to
the tag on his uniform,
his name's William Sullivan.

That's a uniform?
Underneath
all that seaweed.

The patch on his arm
just says "Security Guard."
It doesn't say where from.

I'm looking into that.

He obviously
didn't drown,
or I wouldn't be here.

Did you see his face--
all these gaping gashes
on his head?

Uh, no, I haven't, actually,
because the body
is still facedown.

Oh. I was waiting for you
to get here to move the body.

The victim was hit right here--
front right temple.

So the assailant
was probably left-handed.

And the incision indicates
that the murder weapon
was some kind of tool.

It was probably
an inch in diameter.

- Something like this?
- Exactly like that.

At least we don't have to get
the divers to drag the canal.

Hmm.

Okay, Mr. Kendrick.

Callie, what did I tell you?

That your father
is Mr. Kendrick.

Sorry, Phil.
Mind if I take
your vitals?

Take whatever you want.
It's all falling off anyway.

How are you feeling?
Terrible.
Why do you think I'm here?

- I thought it was to see me.
- [ Chuckles ]

Your heart is racing,

and your blood pressure
and temperature is high.

How long have you
been feeling like this?
It started last night.

But, you know, I did
two tours in Korea,
so I can handle it.

Oh. So is that why
you took so long
to come in here?

[ Mimicking ]

I'm going to go
and find a doctor
to consult with you.

Hey, you.
You got a sec?
Not really.

- This'll just take a second.
- [ Groans ]

I just got off the phone
with the board in Atlanta.

They told me that you
haven't called to confirm for
the Head of Nursing appointment.

I've been busy.
Busy?

Oh, with what?
With working two jobs,

your 14-year-old son,
with trying to get
through med school,

your boyfriend over there
with a 75-year-old heart
who won't leave you alone?

[ Laughing ]
Yeah.

Look, seriously, they've--
They've already concluded
all their interviews.

All right?
And they're about ready
to sign off on somebody.

But I convinced them
that you're worth the wait.

I know. I ju--
[ Sighs ]

Cal, this is a game changer
for you.

Okay, look, I probably shouldn't
say anything, all right?

But since you've kept
the hospital closing
between you and I...

and you haven't told anybody,
I think I can trust you.

But this job is yours
if you want it.

But you got to show up
at that interview--
tomorrow morning, 8:00 a.m.

Your plane leaves tonight.

Now, can I call Atlanta and
tell them you're gonna be there?

I'll be there.

It turns out Sullivan
was killed at the scene,

and it wasn't a robbery.

We found blood there
and his wallet.

With money
and credit cards?
Yeah.

And a waterlogged receipt
for Siegel's Deli.

It's pretty illegible, but
the time stamp says yesterday--
9:17 p.m.

Daniel's gonna
find out more.
Let's hope so.

He may have been a rent-a-cop,
but he was still one of our own.

Keep me posted.
Uh-huh.

Leaving at a bad time?
No.

Longworth is a pain in my ass,
but he gets the job done.

- Ah. Wish I could say the same.
- What time's your son's game?

[ Groaning ]
6:00.

We're never gonna make it
there and back in time.
Yeah, you will.

Two hours out, an hour
to process, two hours back.
Mmm.

Please. You'll be on
your second dog by kickoff.

- [ Groans Loudly ]
- Really?

Do you mind?
[ Chuckles ]

Ten bucks say we make it.

- Oh. I don't want
to take your money.
- Oh, please.

I'm not-- I'm not feeling
so hot. Seriously.
Hold on, son.

I have it on good authority
we're gonna be there
in no time.

That's right.
Oh, man.

Wow. This is gonna be
one long-ass day.

[ Sighs ]

There are no defensive wounds
on Sullivan's hands.

There was skin
underneath his fingernails.

He might have grabbed
ahold of his assailant
after he was attacked.

So we have the killer's
D.N.A.

All we need now
is someone to match it to.

We're missing
something else.

Sullivan was wearing
that lanyard around his neck.

Could have been a badge
or an identification card.

For what though?

A hospital. That's where
Sullivan worked.

All security guards have to
register their fingerprints
with the police database.

- Which hospital?
- Mmm, Palm Glade Regional.

Want me to have his records
sent over?

Ah, don't bother.
That's Callie's hospital.

Guess we know
where he's headed to.

Hey. Sorry. It's been
like this a lot lately.
Hey.

Nothing a few cold ones
after work won't fix.

It just so happens I found
this little piano bar.

Piano bar?
How old are you?
What?

I'm kidding.

I just don't know when
or if I'll ever be able
to get out of here.

Yeah. I notice you
taking fewer cases with us,
doing a lot more shifts here.

For a hospital so busy,
you sure seem understaffed.

Is something going on?

Wait. Is something going on?

No. We're just understaffed.

They should hire more people.

Yeah.

Well, this probably won't
make you feel any better.

Did you know
this security guard?

That's Billy Sullivan. Why?
Is he okay?

I assume he was until we found
him murdered this morning.

Murdered? That's awful.

He wasn't exactly
Employee of the Month,

but he didn't have any
enemies that I knew of.

Would you know
what was held in here?

Yeah. That holds a key card,
and it unlocks all the doors.

Like an access card, so you can
get anywhere in the hospital?

Yeah. You know, an addict
could have killed Billy
for his access card.

We've had problems with junkies
coming in to steal drugs.

- Sorry. Colleen?
- What are you doing here?

I could ask you
the same question.

Turns out my prisoner
wasn't bluffing about
not feeling well.

He was really sick?

He started seizing right as we
were driving by the hospital.

Wait. So you brought him here?
We don't have a prison ward.

I know, but if a prisoner
has a medical emergency
in transit,

I'm obligated to bring him
to the closest hospital
for treatment.

Lucky us.
Yeah.

I thought he was being an ass,
but he was actually
having a seizure.

What? What is it?
Where's the prisoner now?

He's getting a CAT scan.

You can't have anything metallic
in a CAT scan, right?
No.

And we'd definitely
take his handcuffs off.

What if Sullivan's card
was stolen not so someone
could break in,

but so someone could
break out of the hospital?

Where is CAT Scan?
It's down that way.

Greg's not breaking
out of anything.
Agent Ranson's with him.

- [ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ]
- [ Man Groans ]

[ Groaning ]

Where's Greg?
Gone.

Why didn't you call me?
They took my cell phone.

They?
Greg and this other guy.

I don't know how it happened.

Greg came at me,
and this other guy
hit me from behind.

- [ Manus ] Are you okay?
- I wish to hell I wasn't.

That would make this
a lot easier to explain.

They took your gun.
And I'm about
to take it back.

I'm gonna put out a BOLO
and start looking for Greg
outside the hospital.

I'll start searching inside.

Hey, hey, hey!
What's going on?

Listen, I don't want
to start a panic.
What do you mean?

"Panic"? What the hell
you talking about?

A prisoner we were transporting
apparently faked a seizure...

to use this hospital
to escape.

Do we need to evacuate?
No. Hold off on that.

Just make sure everyone's okay
till I get a 20 on this guy,
all right?

Yeah.

Hey! You can't be in here.
Detective Longworth,
F.D.L.E.

This hospital's in
the middle of a jailbreak.
A jailbreak?

I need you to show me
what's going on at every
camera in this place.

- Let me notify the guards.
- No, no. Now.

Yes, sir. We got nine floors.
Where do you want me to start?

First floor, CAT scan room.
Then just keep going,
show me what you got.

Damn it. I don't see him.

Anyplace in this hospital that
doesn't have a security camera?

Uh, the loading docks,
but those doors are locked 24-7.

- They have
Sullivan's access card.
- No, you don't have to worry.

As soon as the hospital was
notified of Sullivan's death,

I made sure to deactivate
his access card.

- No, no. Damn it.
Activate it.
- But--

I want to deal
with a manhunt,
not a lockdown.

Okay, but it's gonna take
a couple of minutes.

[ Typing ]

- [ Greg ]
You said it would work.
- It's supposed to work!

[ Doors Rattling ]
[ Man ]
Come on!

Open up!
[ Mutters ]

Hey. Jus--
Try it again, Greg.

- What?
- Just try the card again.

- No, don't. It's a trick.
- No, no, no. No trick.

You guys want out of here, and,
frankly, I want you out of here.

Yeah, right.

Just try it again.
I promise you it'll work.

[ Beeps ]
Go, go, go!

- [ Guard ] We have
a visual of the suspect.
- I told you it was a set-up!

[ Women Scream ]

- [ Woman Gasps ]
- Hey, hey! Look, Greg!
Don't do this!

- Get the hell back!
- You don't have to do this.

Don't come near the door!
Don't!
You! Get off the phone!

Anybody else comes
near this door,
I swear to God, she's dead.

[ Man ]
Get back!

[ Woman Whimpering ]

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

[ People Chattering ]

[ Woman On Police Radio,
Indistinct ]

There's no patients on 3,
but there is staff,

so you're gonna have
to clear those out--

Disable the elevators.
I don't want the hostage takers
to leave the first floor.

We still have patients and staff
on Floors 2 through 9.

Get those people out
and lock down those areas.
You got it.

There's three emergency exits
on the first floor,

and there's two fire doors
that lock once you exit.

Okay. We can secure those
by positioning officers
in the cafeteria,

the employee lounge
and down in the nurses'
locker room.

- I spend a lot of time here.
- People, we got eyes.

This is a live feed from
two of the security cameras
inside the E.R.

I count 13 hostages.

They have them
in the part of the E.R.
with no windows.

[ Manus ]
The one you said is called Vince
is doing all the talking.

Yeah, but Greg's the one
calling the shots.

[ No Audio From Monitor ]

[ Alarm Chirps ]

[ Engine Starts ]

Push-button start. Nice!

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Officer ]
Move back!
Folks, do you hear me?

To your left! Everyone!
[ Officer # 2 ]
More tape also.

Folks, move it around.
Stay where you are.

Negotiations?
Thanks for bringing my car.

You're welcome. I made
copies of Greg Wheeler's
criminal file.

- He has a brother.
- Yeah. Vince--
the other hostage taker.

He's a talker,
with trust issues.

Probably because Vince and Greg
were taken from their mother
when they were very young.

She went to prison
for manslaughter.

Apparently they followed
in their mother's
criminal footsteps.

Greg got a head start.
He's got a juvie record.

We're gonna need these unsealed
so Colleen knows what
she's dealing with.

You mean what you're
dealing with.

It's protocol not to have
the boss negotiate.

I can't run to myself
promising something
I don't want to give them.

- They know that.
- So I can just blame
everything on you?

- Yeah. I can do that.
- That's cute.

Have you ever handled
a hostage negotiation?
Oh, sure.

How did it end?
Which one?

Yeah. I'm just gonna go
with the technique where
everything turned out okay.

[ Stammering ]
Where are you going?

Well, you want me to be
the negotiator--
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

I'm going to negotiate.

Yeah. Carlos.

The impression left
by the murder weapon
on Sullivan's skull...

matches the hammer
from the crime scene.

Yeah, that's a nice
confirmation.

- But I'm kind of in the middle
of something here, so--
- I know.

That's why I wanted to confirm
that the fingerprints
on the hammer...

- belong to--
- Yeah. Vince, Greg's brother.

Kind of figured it was
one of the hostage takers
that killed Sullivan.

And Greg was under our lock-up
last night, so that's Vince.
What's his deal?

Off-and-on construction worker,
but full-time jackass
with a record of assaults.

And now murder.

Sullivan had brushes
with violence before too.

I found scarring from an old
bullet wound in his shoulder.

Shot in the line of duty
maybe?

Entrance wound only.
It means that the slug
is still in there.

I'll dig it out,
see what I can find.

Great. And call Daniel.

See if he can find a connection
between Sullivan
and the Wheelers.

- He's with you.
- Uh, kind of busy, Carlos.

Thanks.

Here you go sir.
Yeah. No.

I'm kind of hot, and Kevlar
doesn't really breathe, so--

Vincent, Greg,
you alive in there?

I got it.

Hi. Remember me?

What are you doing, man?

I think we got off
on the wrong foot.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

I had no idea
those security guards
were gonna rush that door.

You freakin'
kidding me right now?
Get the hell out of here.

Hey. That's Agent Ranson's gun,
right?

You know you're gonna
have to give that back.

Okay, so that's what I want.

Well, that and all these people
to have dinner with
their families tonight.

Now you tell me--
what do you want?

You know what?
Don't worry about it, man.
No, I am worried about it.

Look, I get you didn't
want to go back to prison.

Totally get that.

But plan B here hasn't gone
that well for you.

So you tell me what you want,
and maybe we can all
walk out of this alive.

What, a Bentley?

A helicopter, cash?

Yeah, I want a helicopter.

All right, I want $100,000.

Okay. Now we're talking.
All right. That's gonna
take a little bit of time.

Uh, what about food?
You want, uh, pizza?
Calzones maybe?

There's a great little place
down the street.
What, you think this is funny?

No, no.
Do you?

I definitely do not
think this is funny.

But 50 grand's
gonna be a lot quicker,

so why don't we call it
a chopper and 50 grand?

And, uh, what about
those calzones?

All right, jackass!
I'm about to start
shooting people right now!

So why don't you quit being
funny and get me my money
and my helicopter?

All right. Okay.

But I give you that, you got
to give me some hostages.

No. No, I'm not
giving you anyone.

Come on, Greg.
You've got 13.
That's an unlucky number.

And you've been
very lucky so far.

I mean, hey, you haven't
killed anyone. Right?

[ Quietly ]
Unlike your brother.

And I get it.
You and Vincent--
you're all you've got.

But you can walk out of here
right now, Greg.

Stop your brother
from hurting anyone else.

'Cause trust me-- anyone else
gets hurt or dies during this,

it's gonna be over
for you guys real fast.

All right, fine.
Fine, I'll give you
five people, okay?

But I want the money,
and I want the chopper.

Fair enough.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

Come on, Phil.
Oh, no.

Jim, Phil Kendrick
is still in there.
He's 75 years old.

Yeah, he's fine. In fact,
he volunteered to stay.
Of course he did.

But the stress alone could
induce a heart attack.
Could you tell?

What, that he was having
a heart attack?
Yeah.

Yeah. There would be
outward signs.

You want to keep
checking the monitors,
keep an eye on Phil?

Let me know if there's
a change in his condition.
Okay.

Okay, so, uh, I want to get
their names, where the--

It's gonna delay
the closing.
I know.

That's not my concern right now.
What my concern is,
is the safety of these patients.

There's eight more hostages
in there. Find out their names.
Make sure they're all right.

[ Ben Continues,
Indistinct ]

[ Officer ]
Clear it out.
Let's go.

[ Manus ]
They've got 'em in scrubs.

Yeah. Makes the hostages feel
more vulnerable, less likely
to do something stupid.

[ Jim ]
What does that tat say?

It's--

Daniel. Greg Wheeler has
a tattoo of "Junior"
on his chest.

Find out who that is.
Yeah.

Hey, buddy.
You feel all right?

Oh. Been better.

You could still make it
to your son's game.

Pardon?
Your son's football game.

Oh. Yeah.

Right.
[ Chuckles ]

Uh, no, not while this jackass
has my gun and those hostages.

I'm not going anywhere.

Hey, Dan, you were
jumped from behind.

I'm sure there was nothing
you could do.

No, I could have-- you know,
and done not, had that taken--
[ Mixing Words ]

[ Repeating, Mixing Words ]

[ Speaking Incoherently ]
Hey, hey.

Sit down. Sit down.

Um, I don't know--

What's goin' on?
I don't know--

Uh, Callie?

[ Stammering ]
I-I--

- What happened?
- I don't-- I don't--

Did he hit his head?

Yeah. Yeah,
in the CAT scan room.

He was pistol-whipped
by Greg when he--

[ Speaking Incoherently ]
Okay, okay, okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Okay, okay.
All right.

Lay him down.
Stabilize his head.

Someone get Dr. Avery!

[ Manus ]
Dan. Dan.

- How is he?
- I don't know. Bad.

- Bad? Bad what?
- I don't know, Jim.
It's bad.

Yeah, uh--

[ Labored Breathing ]

[ Coughing, Wheezing ]

Agent Ranson.

Agent Ranson,
can you hear me?

Hey, Dan, you got
to squeeze my hand
if you can hear me, okay?

Agent Ranson?

Oh, boy,
his pupils are blown.

Pulse.
Weak.
Under 50 B.P.M.

Glasgow Coma Scale?
Four.

- It's a brain bleed.
- St. Lutheran Memorial Hospital
is 45 minutes away.

I've got an F.D.L.E.
escort team waiting.

Blood pressure.
Rising.

This guy's gonna sei-- Whoa.
He's gonna seize.

There he goes! Hold on. Hold on.
We need a little hand here!

He's not gonna make it
across the parking lot,
let alone across town.

- Come on. Come on.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are we doing?

We have to operate on him.
Otherwise, he's not
gonna make it.

We gotta relieve the pressure
on the man's brain.

We've gotta drain his blood,
or he's gonna be dead
within nine minutes.

What level do you need?
[ Callie ]
O.R. is on 3.

We gotta get past
the two gunmen on 1.

It's not the first time
I've been shot at before.
Not while saving a man's life.

Actually, three years--
Doctors Without Borders.
Two years-- Red Cross.

I'm not an idiot,
all right?

If we had another choice,
I would do something else,
but we don't.

No. Wait, wait. There's no "we."
Callie's not going in there.

Jim--
I need assistance. Callie and I
have got a shorthand.

- Pick someone else. Hey!
- I don't even know
half these people.

- It's your call.
- I'm going in.
- No. Callie.

Jim, we're gonna be
two floors above the crisis.

Just get us to the elevator.
We'll be fine.

- Get us the power back on those
elevators outside the E.R.
- I'm on it.

Cover up his face. If they
realize he's the guy they
pistol-whipped and he dies,

they know they're screwed.

- Hello.
- Greg. Yeah, hi.

Listen, something's come up,
and I need to give you back
a hostage.

You want to give us
one of our hostage--

What the hell are you
talking about?

The hospital has a patient that
needs to get to the third-floor
operating room, or he could die.

- Take him somewhere else.
- They don't have time.

They need to relieve
the pressure on the brain
in the next nine--

now make that eight minutes,
or he could die.

That wasn't the deal we made,
so I'm willing to give
a hostage back.

- It's gotta be a trick.
- You're just trying to stick
a cop in here with us.

I am, actually, but just me.

Look, 20 feet--
here to the elevator.
That's all we're talking about.

We say yes,
they bull-rush the door.

We bull-rush the door,
then you start shooting,

then we start shooting,
and a lot of people die.

That really sound
like a trick to you?

Okay, but I want you
back outside.

- I'm just here to make sure
it all goes smoothly.
- Back outside or no deal.

Okay. Fine.

[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Gasping ]
[ Callie ]
Ben?

- [ Groaning ]
- Go, go. I'll prep him.

Go. I got it.

Callie!

- What the hell are you doing?
- He has a heart condition.

We can't deal with that
right now.

You should've
thought about that before
you took over an emergency room.

He could be faking it.

Yeah. He's a 75-year-old man
faking a heart attack.

Is he having
a heart attack?

He will if I don't do something.
I need to stabilize him.

You gotta do something, Greg!
This is getting out of control!

Vince!
Greg!

Vince!

[ Phil Gasping ]
What do you have to do?

Get some beta blockers in him.
They're in that cabinet
right there.

Okay, fine.
Make it quick.

No, no. No more of this shit!

- [ Tapping ]
- Hey!

I told you to stay outside!

That was before the old guy
started having a heart attack.

I know you know what it means
if someone dies in there, Greg.

You just let the pretty nurse
do what she needs to do,
then let her out...

so she can help up in surgery,
'cause you really don't
want anyone dying on you.

- Can we make that deal?
- No.

Vince.
No, he's doing
anything he wants!

We'll lose all control!
Vince, just shut up!

Okay? Let me think
about this.

[ Phil Gasping ]

- No tricks.
- I swear.

I just need to make sure that
his blood pressure stabilizes...

and his T.C.G. levels
return to normal.

Okay. Go. Now.

All right, you got your deal.
Now back outside.

- Hey! I said
back outside now! Go!
- All right. Okay. Yeah.

Hi. Can you help me?
I need some water.

Hey, Phil.

I'm just waiting for my chance.

I think I can take these dudes.
Of course you can.

How about you take this
first though?

Thank you.
Here you go.

Where's that chopper
and my 50 grand, Colleen?
Calm down, would you?

The money's being readied.
The chopper's still an hour out.

Do I look like
I have one on me?
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Carlos.
- [ Man On TV, Indistinct ]

Found out where our victim
Sullivan's old wound came from.

Five years ago,
he was an armored-car driver.

Robbers killed his colleague,
and he was shot.

Robbers got away with over
half a million dollars in cash.

Have Daniel pull the file.
I want everything we've got.

Oh, no. Don't even tell me.
[ Man ] Let's go out
to Palm Glade Regional.

- Don't tell you what?
- Local news. Turn it on.

[ Female Reporter ]
We have just gotten
confirmation...

that, despite last-minute
attempts to save his life,

F.D.L.E. Agent Dan Ranson
has died from head injuries...

sustained during
an attempted fugitive escape
here at Palm Glade Regional.

Some hospital worker
must've heard Avery call it
and Tweeted it out to the world.

Now we just got to pray
that they don't have
a television on in there.

[ Callie ]
Okay, Phil.
It's okay.

All right.
No, no, no, no.
That needs to stay on.

- The blockers aren't working.
- What do you mean
the blockers aren't working?

- I mean this is all
I can do for him.
- You save his ass now!

I would love to, but that means
I need to get him out of here.

Our helicopter
is leaving Broward County
Sheriff's Department now.

Touch down in 42 minutes.

What the hell is she doing?

Damn it, Callie.

He needs an emergency
angioplasty and a stent,

and I can't do that
for him here.

I am not letting any more
hostages out of here
till we get what we want.

You know he will die,
right?

And you already have someone
clinging to life in the O.R.

Hey, hey, hey!
What's going on in there?

Where's our helicopter?
I told you.
It's on its way.

Something's wrong
with the old man.

What, apart from
being taken hostage?

Hey! Don't be a smart ass!

- No!
- Callie!

Look, hey, guys. I'm just
trying to make sure everyone
gets out of here alive, okay?

That includes you two, Vince,
Greg. All right?

I'm sure you're
worried sick about us.
Are you okay?

You okay?
Everybody's okay,
all right?

Okay, that's good.
And you know what?

That includes the patient
we got into surgery.

That's all you, man. Okay?

So let's not do anything stupid.

Chopper's on its way.
The money's en route.

You just let out the nurse
and the patient,
we're back on track.

Okay? I'm getting right back.
I'm standing right back here.

Okay?

[ Gasps ]

- ...Dan Ranson has died
from head injuries--
- Wait!

sustained during
an attempted fugitive escape
here at Palm Glade Regional.

Wait. Wait.
Deal's off!

I said the deal's off!
Greg?

You lied to me, Detective.
Your little "patient"--
Agent Ranson, he's dead.

That means your girl, Callie--
she's staying with us.

So--
[ Magazine Clicks ]

what's with you
and your cop friend?

He's not my friend.

Cops and law enforcement
are in here all the time.
It's a hospital.

Who's Jeff?

This fell out of your pocket.

What business
you got in Atlanta?

At the moment, none.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Man On Police Radio ]
The package is ready.
The bird is 20 minutes out.

[ Manus ]
Copy that.
Money's on the way.

Tactical's in place on the roofs
of both adjacent buildings
in case we need them.

And the chopper?
Twenty minutes out.

Jim, you had no choice.
You had to lie to them.

Lying is what got Callie
taken hostage, Colleen.

Yes, and we'll
get her back.

You know,
it doesn't make sense.

Greg had only one year left
in a minimum security.
Why take such a risk?

With Sullivan's murder
and the death of Agent Ranson
in the commission of a crime,

he and his brother are both
looking at death row.

Which is why we do exactly
as they say from now on
to help them escape.

Escape? Jim, you--
Yeah.

Something out there is making it
worth them taking this risk,
Colleen.

So the one way to get
what we want--
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

is by giving them
exactly what they want.

Daniel.
Did you find me "Junior"?

I did, from Greg Wheeler's
unsealed family court file.

The brothers were in and out
of juvie for years.

Apparently, Junior
is William Merrill, the uncle
who finally took them in.

He owns a small cattle ranch
just north of here.
Can we get him here?

Unfortunately, no.

Uncle Junior
died four months ago.

The one person who could
probably talk some sense
into these morons.

Anything on Sullivan's
activities the night
he was murdered?

The receipt from the deli
we found in his pocket.

I guess he went there a lot,
cause the manager
remembered him.

Said he came in around 9:15
alone, ordered takeout.

We've got a Philly cheesesteak
sandwich, beet salad,

and two bottles of wine.
Two bottles?

Either he was getting wasted,
or maybe he was meeting someone?

Maybe. Uh, keep digging
into Uncle Junior.

Their jailbreak and his death
being so close together,
they might be connected.

It's gonna be okay.

They're not gonna
come charging in here,
are they-- the police?

I tripped over the dog.

Is that why
you came into the E.R.?

It's not what you think.

You know you have options,
right?

Abuse is inexcusable,
Jolene.

You don't have to tolerate it
to be in a relationship.

All men are alike anyway.

No, they're not.

We're gonna get out of here.

Maybe this is the universe's way
of reminding us what's
important in life...

and that you only have
one chance at it.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

Jeff's with Marisol
and the girls.

He was worried about his mom,
so this way he's safe
and he's not alone.

Good. Thanks.
Here you go.

Is this the Florida Federal
Armored Services robbery?
Did you find a connection?

It's been a cold case
for five years.

The suspects knew the route.

They pulled over a truck
on a freeway detour
in Dade County. No video.

Sullivan's partner was killed
for the key to the cargo hold.

That sounds eerily familiar.
And Sullivan's
our only witness.

Check out
our primary suspects.
Ah! The Brothers Grimm.

Detectives saw Greg's pickup
on traffic cams casing the truck
a week before.

F.D.L.E. put Greg and Vince
on a lineup,

but Sullivan couldn't
I.D. them, so they walked.

Striations from a bullet
recovered from the Florida
Federal heist.

I compared it
to the one that I took
from Sullivan's shoulder.

Both fired from the same gun
belonging to Sullivan's partner,
who was killed at the scene.

I'm thinking it was probably
friendly fire or--
Or Sullivan was an inside man.

Yeah, but without the money,
they can't prove if Sullivan
was in on it.

But suspicion means
he wouldn't have been
able to get a decent job,

so he starts working here at
the hospital as a rent-a-cop--
best gig he could get.

Which is why
they used Palm Glade
for Greg's jailbreak.

They already had
an inside man.
That was their plan.

Greg fakes a seizure
outside the hospital,
uses the emergency to escape.

Then they both go and pick up
the hidden money and--
[ Helicopter Approaching ]

Okay. Fifty grand
in small bills.

Consecutive serial numbers
and G.P.S. tracker?

Sewn into the handle.
Chopper's on the roof.

Go get Callie back.

$50,000 in unmarked bills, Greg.

And your chariot awaits.

Grab it, bring it back.

It's okay.
No one's gonna shoot.
Go grab it.

What are you doing?
I want Callie back, Greg.

Sorry, Detective.
Keeping her
keeps you in line.

- Or it makes me cross it.
- Well, it's not your call,
is it, Detective?

Now give it up.

You harm one hair on her head,
and I will hunt you down
and kill you like a dog.

[ Gasping ]

[ Man On Police Radio ]
We have visual confirmation.

One hostage, two suspects.
Over.

F.A.A.'s tracking
the flight.

We have a tracer helicopter
half a mile away.
They won't get far.

G.P.S. signal?
Nice and strong.

I'm kind of surprised
they didn't put the money
in something else.

Yeah. Surprising.
[ Footsteps Running ]

- They took Callie hostage?
- We'll get her back.

- How can this happen?
- What?

- Jim, just--
- It didn't help that we lost
one of our own on the table.

He didn't die in surgery.
He died in the elevator.

There was nothing I could do.

Yeah, well, it's like Colleen
said. We'll get her back.

[ Manus ]
They're headed
south-southwest.

Given their speed
and fuel range,

I'd say they're headed
for the best hiding place
in Florida-- the swamps.

That's where I'd go.

I need all tactical units
to move south.

I'm e-mailing you
the G.P.S. coordinates now.

Go!
[ Man ]
Copy that.

We'll get her back, Jim.
If my hunch is correct,
we already have.

Don't move!
Get on the ground!
Right now!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
It's not them!

It's not them!
They switched clothes!

They're hostages!
[ Policeman ]
You hear that?

All right, guys,
Stand down.

[ Policeman #2 ]
Get Command on the radio.

[ Policeman #1 ]
I'm calling it in.
[ Shouting, Indistinct ]

They are not the suspects.
I repeat.

They are not the suspects.

[ Shouting Continues,
Indistinct ]

What? The gunmen weren't
on the helicopter?

You knew about this.
I told you I had a hunch.

Which Greg and Vince swapping
places with the hostages
just confirmed.

So you deliberately
let them take her?

Only after I realized
their plan was to use
Callie as a decoy.

I wanted a manhunt,
Colleen.

Now I've got one.
Where the hell
are you going?

To find that half million
dollars before they do.

And then they took us
to the roof,

and at the last minute,
switched clothes with
two of the hostages,

swapped me for Jolene,

and said that if we told
anyone before we landed,
they would kill her.

Callie,
you can't blame yourself.

You had to do exactly
what they told you to do.

We're gonna get Jolene
back safely.

The whole time, I just kept
thinking of how much of my life
I've spent in that hospital,

you know,
between working and--

I had Jeff there.

The possibility of me
dying in there--

Callie, you're safe.
You're okay, all right?

Look, is there anything
that I can do for you?

Yeah, can you get someone
to give me a ride back?

I have some things I need
to get together.

I have a really big day
tomorrow.

Of course.

Is Callie okay?

- She's with Manus.
Where are you?
- Uh, where Daniel sent me--

or rather, where I told him
to research and then
tell me where to send me.

Their Uncle Junior owed
a decade of back taxes.

According to probate court,
the state closed on a deal
to sell the land to a developer,

who's breaking ground
on a warehouse on Tuesday.

I'm thinking
the money from the heist
is on his property.

They knew they couldn't
split it and spend it
while it was still hot.

My guess is Greg, not trusting
his hotheaded brother, Vince,
to not spend the marked loot,

he moved it from the original
hiding spot for insurance.

So Vince had
to break Greg out today
or lose it to a backhoe.

Yeah. Did you get the D.N.A.
from under Sullivan's
fingernails?

As it turns out,
you were right about the killer.

I'll call Manus
and have her send SWAT.

You sit tight until they arrive.
You got it?

Sure thing.

Property of Florida
Federal Armored Service.

Thank you, Greg.

Your cold cash just
solved my cold case.

Maybe not, Detective.
Drop the gun!

Or what--
you'll shoot Jolene?

Go ahead, shoot her.

No, I mean it.
I'll blow her head off.

Yeah. I heard you
the first time.

Are you insane?
He's got a gun to my head!

So I should drop mine
so the three of you run off
with the money together?

Oh. I forgot to mention--

I kind of worked out
that Jolene's not
really a hostage.

She's your girlfriend,
isn't she, Greg?

That's how you knew she had
the lighter in her purse.

And who I'm guessing
met with Sullivan
the night he was murdered...

for a little canal-side dining
of beet salad and wine--

you know,
before you killed him.

- I didn't kill anybody.
- Well, it certainly
wasn't Greg.

He was in our lockup.

Although it was
Vince's hammer.

But, no. Sullivan
would have been too afraid
to have ever met with you.

Plus, he was hit on the right
side of the head, which means
he was killed by a lefty--

kind of like you, Jolene,
which I noticed when I
handed you the cash.

Remember?
[ Chuckles ]

So you lured him down here
to get his security card,

and then you killed him
to tie up that loose end.

Plus, with Sullivan being dead,
now you don't have to share
the 500 grand with him.

That's kind of cool.

And by the look of those
scratches and bruises,
he didn't go down easy,

leaving us skin under
Sullivan's fingernails,

which tells us
that the killer was a woman.

And after we get
your D.N.A.,

I'm thinking that'll prove
that that woman was you.

Whatever, jackass.
Drop your gun.

I should warn you.
I brought SWAT.

There are snipers in the woods
ready to take all
three of you out.

Nice try, but you're all alone.

You really think I'd be
that stupid to come out
here without backup?

[ Sirens Approaching ]

Well, I knew they'd
get here eventually.

Back.

There. See?
It all worked out
for the best.

That's for scaring the shit
out of my girl.

[ Groans ]

[ Sirens Wailing, Stop ]

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

Hey, Cal.
I was just at your home,
and you weren't there.

I'm in the E.R.
Call me?

You seen Callie?
No. I'm sorry.
I, uh-- I haven't.

Actually, you know what?
She's probably already left.

Already left for where?

You know, I heard you
talking about closures
in the parking lot.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd swear you were doing
some downsizing.

Well, certainly in this economy,
it's not a surprise.

But Callie
still has a job, right?

Absolutely,
she still has a job.

She's got a nice job offer--
with a bump in title
and compensation to match.

Oh. Well, that's good.

In Atlanta.
What?

She has a meeting with the
hospital's board of directors
first thing tomorrow morning.

They're offering her a chance
to finish med school
tuition free...

and the title of Director
of Nursing Services...

at the university's
teaching hospital.

It's an amazing opportunity.

I'm-- I'm surprised that she
didn't mention it to you.

Excuse me.

[ Woman Singing Ballad ]
* I'm fifteen centimeters tall *

* A single step's
a sturdy wall *

* A dark and distant
port of call *

* From you *

* I move through a different
sort of space *

* A day takes years
for me to trace *

* While age redecorates
my face *

* It's true *

* Ooh, ooh *

* I set my soul to sleep *

* Beneath your shoes *

* Lord knows I'm tired *

* Of thinkin' 'bout you *

* You *

* Thinkin' about you *

* You, you *

[ Cell Phone Rings,
Muffled ]

* It don't take a champion
to talk *

* 'Bout how to line yourself
in chalk *

* Run like hell
instead of walk *

* Thank you *

* In a cold
and mercenary field *

* Brought there
by reinvented wheels *

* The broken bones
you can't conceal *

* Poke through *

* Ooh, ooh *

[ Doorbell Rings ]

* I set my soul to sleep *

* Beneath your shoes *

* Lord knows I'm tired *

* Of thinkin' 'bout you *

* You *

- Hey.
- ** [ Continues, Indistinct ]

Hey.

You missed your flight.

I, uh-- I heard
about the offer.
Oh.

Congratulations, by the way.

No, I didn't miss it.
I didn't get on it.

I knew that if I went,
they would offer me
this amazing opportunity,

and I didn't want to explain
to them or anyone else
why I was turning them down.

You're turning them down?

I can't be in Atlanta and
be here at the same time,
and I need to be here.

You do?

Yeah, my life's here,
and Jeff's life's here, and...

you're here.

Maybe it took having
a gun to my head
for me to realize this,

but I don't want to lose that.

I don't want to walk away
from something before I had
a chance to get it right.

You want to get it right?

Yeah. I want to get it right.

So you're staying.

Yeah, I'm--
Yeah, I'm staying.

** [ Woman Vocalizing ]

** [ Ends ]