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[monitor beeping]

[heart beating]

[radio presenter] Winners are Gary Lamb from Tacoma

and Andrea Kemper from Bellingham.

Thanks to everyone for playing the K108

You Guessed It contest.

It's been a great morning show, and I am outta here.

Over to Captain Jake for traffic.

[Captain Jake] Hey, hey, it's Captain Jake.

Welcome to the nine o'clock K108 traffic watch.

We're flying on a blistering Washington morning,

and if the heat doesn't get you, the traffic will.

It's busy downtown on the 610,

seven and ten exits.

Eastbound is clear to Newport Hills.

[horn honks]

Don't expect it to last long.

...moderate traffic from both directions.

[jackhammer drilling]

...on the causeway.

Now stay tuned for 30 minutes of continuous swinging oldies.

There's more traffic, news, and weather

at the bottom of the hour. This is Captain Jake saying...

[horn honks]

[worker] Come on, everybody.

-Steve, you still there? -[Steve] Yeah, I'm still here.

Tell him I'll be there in five minutes. Have him wait.

I don't know what to tell you. He says he can't wait.

Let me get this straight.

He comes all the way from Houston.

He can't wait five more minutes?

Look, he says he's leaving right now.

Damn it. I give the son of a bitch work.

I meet all my obligations.

This is the way that two-bit Texan shows appreciation?

Come on.

[machinery beeping]

[tires screech]

Come on. Come on.

[bystander screams]

[yelling]

Lunch.

You know, Dad, if you just pay me my allowance,

I could buy my lunch.

Okay, what did we agree on?

-Twenty. -Twenty?

Twenty.

All right.

Uh, Dad you only gave me $12.

Right, $20 minus deductions.

-Deductions? -You gotta pay the man, Troy.

You gotta give Uncle Sam his kickback.

Wait a minute.

You don't actually think you make what you make, do you?

Well, yeah, I kinda thought you did.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I took five bucks out for federal taxes,

which is me, of course, because I'm your protector,

and I know what's good for you.

Another dollar for the state, which is the house,

I guess, and then two bucks out for Social Security,

but you'll get those two bucks back.

When?

When you retire from childhood.

It will be your college fund.

Of course, you'll have to cross your fingers

that it will still be there.

It doesn't seem fair. We agreed $20.

-You got $20. -I got $12.

-$12 is $20. -$12 isn't $20.

Look, your grandfather never taught me about money, okay?

He never gave me these lessons.

Now look at me. How much money do I have?

You're broke.

Right, I'm broke, which is why I'm taking out taxes,

because, like the government,

I don't know how to manage my money.

These are the facts of life you need to learn.

It sucks.

Common response to most of the facts of life.

This sucks!

You know, it could be worse. I could be charging you rent.

I live with Mom.

[cellphone rings]

Oh, yeah. Royko, yeah?

Oh, come on. It's my turn to take my kid to school.

Yeah, all right, okay, okay. Yeah, I guess we could. Hold on.

How do you feel about taking a black and white to school?

Can I get a ride code five?

Lights and siren, to school? Yeah, you could.

Of course, we'd have to handcuff you and throw you in the back.

Dad!

Yeah, okay, I'll be right there.

Holy crap.

The center of the blast appears to be front seat driver's side.

Major torso damage from the neck to the waist.

Noticeable plastic odor, possibly DM12, Semtex, or C-4.

Make sure you swab for residue and collect good samples.

Make sure the lab gets a complete work-up

of RDX and PTN.

What have you got?

I've never seen anything like it, Tom.

There ain't much left from the neck down.

Damn.

What happened?

It looks like plastic went high order,

but I can't find a piece of the device.

There's no trace of a timer or a power source.

Son of a bitch blew himself up, didn't he?

-You ID him? -Yeah, Henry Peterson,

just preliminary stuff right now,

but insurance guy, pencil pusher.

Maybe a disgruntled pencil pusher on his way to the office

to blow it up and boom, doesn't get there.

Look at the back seat. No damage, or the floor.

Or under the car.

This is precise fragmentation.

Yeah, he was good.

Not that good.

Blew himself up.

You thinking he didn't blow himself up?

I don't know, man. I just work here.

But, you know, let's get him on the slab ASAP.

See what the butchers tell us.

[nurse] Still nothing on the monitor.

Here you go.

What have we got, David?

[David] This laceration's beyond repair.

-It's a done deal. -Good to see you, Dr. Hayes.

[David] He's been down for over a minute and a half.

-Let's just call this. -[Gillian] Suction.

You don't mind if I take a look, do you, David?

[David] Be my guest.

120 seconds elapsed arrest time.

-[Gillian] Forceps. -[nurse] Forceps.

[David] 45 seconds more before likely brain damage.

[Gillian] I can do this. We've got time.

Doctor, it's hopeless.

We've got time.

Okay, Teflon strip.

Teflon strip.

Are you here for the show, David,

or are you gonna give me a hand?

-[David] Forceps. -[nurse] Forceps.

[Gillian] Hold the flap back.

Gently, David. You can't take it home with you.

[David] Scissors?

[Gillian] Hey, did anyone read the paper this morning

-about the pony? -[nurse] No.

[Gillian] Woman in New York has a seeing-eye pony.

Treats it like a damn dog.

Sleeps at the end of the bed, rides the subway.

He scratches on the door when he needs a pee.

-30 seconds. -I mean, a seeing-eye pony.

Have you ever heard of such a thing?

Okay, a little massage, a little TLC.

[monitor beeping]

We got it.

It's holding.

Yes, it's holding.

My father always says

if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right,

especially when fixing human organs.

Okay, Mr. Breeze, you're going to be kicking around

for a little while longer.

Close him up, David. My time's valuable.

That was close, huh, Gillian?

You owe me, David.

I know. I know.

No, you don't. That's the problem.

Look, Gillian, I was doing the best I could.

Well, it isn't good enough, is it?

You gotta get faster.

You're obviously not proficient with Teflon.

If you're not comfortable with that kind of procedure,

get comfortable.

Second in on more surgeries, practice on a ham,

for God sakes, but put in the time.

Okay, okay, but you have to admit

that one looked pretty hopeless.

Not to me it didn't,

but you were ready to give up on him, weren't you?

Do you like giving the speech to the relatives?

Because I don't.

I'm not gonna always be there, David.

Okay, now, understand this is all preliminary.

You guys are rushing me. I really haven't had time to--

Quit covering your ass, Vince. Come on.

All right, you ready for this?

It was a bomb, and I pinpointed the placement.

And?

It was in the chest, upper-right quadrant.

Is somebody paying you for this

because we know he was hit in the chest.

-No, no, inside the chest. -Inside?

The pattern's outwards, gentlemen,

just one big exit wound.

Like a window smashed from the inside,

you can't mistake it.

Plus, you should look at the residue.

I've got it plated for analysis.

Well, that's something different.

[Vince] Now, I'm just telling you what I see,

and nothing's documented yet.

This is just three guys talking right now.

Yeah, but one of them's saying his chest

exploded from the inside out.

Yeah, that's some serious heartburn.

Well, what do you want me to say, Tom?

Where you going?

I got a hot date.

You look good.

I do.

Too bad his patients can't see him.

You got his medical file yet?

Yeah.

Mmm. He'd had some heart trouble earlier this year.

Apparently.

Who is his doctor?

I'm nervous, Doctor.

Nervous? Don't you trust me?

Well, yeah, sure, it's just...

It's a pacemaker, Mr. Bowen. It's pretty standard stuff.

And if you're really determined, you could

probably do it yourself, not that we recommend that.

It's still my heart, Dr. Hayes.

You're welcome to get a second opinion, if you like.

[Bowen] No.

I don't know what else to tell you.

You could blindfold me, tie one hand behind my back,

and I could still do this, okay?

You're gonna be fine. Just trust me.

I'll see you in the OR.

-Dr. Hayes. -Dr. Hayes.

You've got a nervous patient in there.

Yeah, he's been like that since day one.

He was so bad at first we thought he was a hypochondriac.

But he wasn't?

Well, even hypochondriacs get sick.

Gillian, anyway, I'm proud of having you on the staff,

and in OR you're the best, there's no question about that.

Wait, wait, wait, let me see if I have time

for the speech again, Dad. Sorry, I don't.

Look, you know how I feel about these things.

It's like when a child falls down,

they look to you to see if they're hurt.

If you panic, they panic. If you don't, they don't.

No one's asking you to panic,

but your patients aren't children.

-Most of them are grandparents. -Oh, come on, Dad.

They're all children when they get to the hospital.

Look, if I'm confident, they'll be confident in me.

No one will ever accuse you of lacking confidence, Gillian.

[over PA] Would Mr. Reginald Carson

please report to administration?

Mr. Reginald Carson, please report to administration.

Hi.

Excuse me?

Hi. Dr. Hayes?

Yes, and you're standing in Dr. Hayes' office.

What are you doing here?

I'm Lieutenant Tom Royko.

I'm sorry.

I'm with the Bomb Squad.

Bomb Squad?

Hey, someone's got to do it.

Well, as curious as I am to know

what the Bomb Squad wants with me,

I'm due in for surgery.

You had a patient, Henry Peterson?

You operated on him not too long ago.

Sounds familiar. Um, I'd have to check my files.

So, what about him? Is he all right?

No, actually he's not. He's dead.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm sure a lot of people are.

You put a pacemaker in him.

Like I said, I would have to check the files.

Yeah. Hey, tell me.

What are the chances of him being, I don't know,

left alone during surgery?

I don't understand the question.

I'm grasping at straws here. I'm desperate.

Well, I wish I had time to indulge your desperation, but...

-Sorry, patients first, right? -Right.

Mr. Peterson was lucky to have you.

-You're Bomb Squad, right? -I am.

Was Mr. Peterson killed by a bomb?

No one said he was killed.

Am I a suspect?

[laughs] No, no, of course not.

Make an appointment next time, would you?

[telephone ringing]

St. Jude, East Tower.

Listen carefully.

There's a bomb in operating room four.

I'm sorry?

In operating room four, there's a bomb.

It will go off at one o'clock. Do you understand me?

-Yes. -Good.

Now call the police.

[monitor beeping]

[Kate] I saw your father today, Dr. Hayes.

He's still good-looking for an older man.

[Gillian] Are you applying to be my stepmom, Kate?

[Kate] Is the position open?

That's why I went to med school.

Why's that?

So, I wouldn't have to chase doctors.

[monitors beeping]

[Kate] There's a bit of ectopy.

Okay, I'll pull back a little.

That looks good, like it's sitting in the right position.

[Kate] Mm-hmm.

Okay, scalpel.

Scalpel.

[over PA] Dr. Lodge...

Dr. Lodge...

Lieutenant? How did you get here so fast?

Where so fast? What the hell's going on?

[cellphone rings]

This is Royko.

Everything's fine.

-[Gillian] Forceps. -[nurse] Forceps.

[monitor beeping]

Excuse me. Doctor, I need to... There's a, uh...

[Gillian] What is it?

You have to evacuate. There's a--

-What? -There's a bomb in here.

-What? -A bomb?

Yes, the police want you to evacuate the room.

It will go off at one o'clock.

Well, why do they think there's a bomb in here, in this room?

I didn't-- I didn't ask.

I'm with a patient right now,

and I've just implanted a pacemaker.

Evacuating the room is not an option of mine.

Doctor, is it one of my options?

What do I do with my patient?

-Is everyone out of there? -She won't leave.

She's leaving. Keep them back.

Dr. Hayes?

You are not in scrubs, Officer. Get out of my OR.

You'll contaminate my patient.

Dr. Hayes, you have a bomb in this room.

-No, I have a patient. -Did you implant a pacemaker?

-Yes. -Then your patient isthe bomb.

Now please get out before I have to carry you out. Come on.

I am finishing with my patient.

When I am finished I will show you to the psychiatric ward,

where I'm sure they'll be very excited to talk to you.

You're about to discover I'm a man of my word. Come on.

What are you doing? Let go of me. Let go!

[Gillian] Oh, my God.

[over PA] Dr. Frazer to the OR.

Dr. Frazer to the OR.

How are you doing?

Fine, fine.

Well, that's a lie, but it's okay.

Thank you, Officer.

Actually, it's Lieutenant.

Lieutenant. Is there a difference?

About 15 years' experience

and about as just as many dollars a month.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Not as sorry as I am.

You know, it didn't feel any different, the pacemaker.

It felt the same, like any other,

like hundreds I've implanted. No different.

But there is some good news.

You're no longer a suspect.

You said I wasn't a suspect.

I lied.

Well, it was a possibility.

Where do you keep the pacemakers?

[over PA] Dr. Robinson to Lab 3A.

Dr. Robinson to Lab 3A.

Pacemakers are delivered by a manufacturer's rep,

generally on the same day of procedure,

sometimes the day before.

So, there's not a lot of time between when it's delivered

and when it gets to you.

Or whoever the attending physician is.

Don't touch them.

So, how long does it take to install one of those things?

Well, we use a local anesthetic, an incision is made

just under the surface of the skin, right here.

It creates a pocket for the pacemaker.

Two wires are fed down a vein to the heart.

The whole procedure takes less than half an hour.

How's it keep the heart beating?

Actually, they sit dormant, monitoring the heartbeat.

If the rate slows the pacemaker activates,

sending electronic pulses

to maintain an acceptable heart rate.

Who has access to this room?

Doctors, a few nurses, some technicians.

I'll need a list of everyone.

Do you really think a doctor could be behind this?

Why not? You guys are human, too, aren't you?

[over PA] Dr. Wilson, line four. Dr...

Cavalry to the rescue. It's just a precaution.

I need you to think of who might do

this sort of thing, any enemies or ex-boyfriends?

I couldn't begin to think who would do this to me.

Well, I think the victims might argue with you

as to who this was done to, but I need a list just the same.

Can you think of any names at all?

I'm getting a headache.

So, prescribe yourself an aspirin.

You were required to take a victim's

counseling course, right?

Yeah, yeah, I was.

And you think it's been helpful?

Well, two years ago, I would have told you to quit bitching

and write the damn list, so, yeah,

I think that's progress.

-Okay. -Okay.

So, can you please write the damn list?

[over PA] Dr. Cartman to the ER.

Dr. Cartman to the ER.

Did you find something?

This is part of a transmitter.

He's using cellphone technology to arm them.

No ransom, no demands, and he's brilliant, no doubt about it.

Pacemakers, who'd even think of that?

Doctor said it felt the same.

He's barely adding any weight to it.

Think of the skill in that.

I mean, what a waste of brainpower.

This guy could be curing cancer if he wanted to.

He's high end, all right. That could work for us.

How many people in the world could pull this off?

[Dr. Hayes] Well, I asked around,

and they've got their best people on this,

and this Tom Royko is held in very high regard.

Well, that's good to know.

If there's anything I can do for you...

No, Dad, I don't think so.

I mean, this whole thing just doesn't seem real.

This is not my life.

[sighs]

[knock on door]

-Oh, Lieutenant. -[clears throat]

This is my father, Dr. Hayes.

-Lieutenant. -Dr. Hayes.

So, what can you tell us?

Not a lot I'm afraid at this point,

but we'll keep you informed every step of the way.

-I assure you. -Thank you.

Sir, with all due respect, may I talk to your daughter alone?

Yes, of course.

Look, I'm on my way home. If there's anything you need,

anything at all, you just call me, right?

Yeah, thanks, Dad.

[clears throat]

Did you work on that list?

Oh, yeah.

This is good, but...

no love life?

Oh, next page.

This list is much shorter.

Not too popular with the fellas, huh?

I'm a very busy woman, Lieutenant.

[cellphone ringing]

[ringing continues]

[ringing]

Get out of the room. Get out of the room now.

[ringing continues]

[ringing continues]

Hello?

I want Dr. Gillian Hayes.

May I ask who's calling?

No, you may not. Who's this?

Lieutenant Tom Royko.

Well, Lieutenant Tom Royko, unless you want more bloodshed,

put Dr. Gillian Hayes back on the phone.

Just talk to him.

Hello?

Dr. Hayes, how are you? How's your day been?

Who is this?

Just, just listen.

[classical music plays]

Are you listening? Do you remember?

This was our song.

[music continues]

John?

Is this John?

Hello?

The next patient, Vantage Airlines,

flight 1107 from Los Angeles.

Flight 1107 from Los Angeles? What does that mean?

[cellphone beeping]

And that, Dr. Hayes,

is how many heartbeats your patient has left.

See if you can save this one.

Hello? Hello? Did you get that?

I got it, flight 1107.

-From Los Angeles. -Let's get it!

Okay, people, let's rock and roll, wheels up.

It's flight 1107 from Los Angeles.

Cross-reference the doctor's pacemaker list.

[officer] Move it up. All support people, downstairs.

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

What made you think of this guy, John Bond?

He had season tickets to the symphony.

We would go to every one. It's what we did.

-It's thin. -Did it end badly?

Um, no, we just got too busy.

What's he do?

-Superconductors, computers. -A little thicker.

It's getting there. We'll check him out.

The fact that you thought of him means more than you know.

[officer] Royko, Benjamin McDonald,

one of the doctor's patients, was on flight 1107

flying in from Los Angeles.

Was? What do you mean, was?

Plane landed early, sir.

Before it was met?

Yes, sir.

Find him.

Benjamin McDonald, do you remember him?

I don't know. I-I, um, I think.

[siren wailing]

[beeping]

720, Dr. Hayes.

Okay, assuming 60 heartbeats a minute.

[Berman] 12 minutes. So, the number

that he's feeding us are the remaining heartbeats?

Is it accurate, the timing device?

Or is he averaging it out like we are?

Dealing with an extremely precise man, okay?

My bet is he's using the heartbeat.

How can you be sure?

Tom, if it is the timing device...

Oh, God! You're right.

-You're right. You're right. -What?

Even if we get to this guy, as soon as we disconnect,

the pacemaker goes high order.

What does that mean?

It means boom. Good night, Mr. McDonald.

[announcer over P.A.] Paging Benjamin McDonald.

Please report to the nearest information desk.

[bystander] What's going on?

[announcer over P.A.] Benjamin McDonald,

please report to the nearest information desk.

-We need a-- What is it? -A cardiac simulator.

A cardiac simulator, we need it in the airport right now.

Are you sure this will work?

No, how the hell can I be sure?

I mean, if we can use the simulator to fool the bomb

into thinking it's still attached to the heart.

[Tom] Right.

I don't know. It's the only thing I can think of.

Sounds good to me, Dr. Hayes. You're doing great.

[tires screech]

-300! -Five minutes.

Hi. I was paged. I'm Benjamin McDonald.

Could you come with me, sir?

-I don't understand. -Sir, please.

[Benjamin] What is this?

-Where are you? -[officer] Upstairs lounge.

What's going on?

Sir, just stay calm. Somebody will be along in a moment

to answer all your questions.

How am I supposed to stay calm? I don't understand any of this.

-Mr. McDonald, how are you? -Who are you?

I'm Lieutenant Tom Royko, sir. You can call me Tom.

-I believe you know Dr. Hayes. -Mr. McDonald.

Dr. Hayes. What are you doing here?

We'll be glad to let you know what's happening, sir.

Why don't you step over here for a moment, please?

Please take your jacket off, Mr. McDonald.

I'm gonna give you something to help you relax.

[cellphone beeping]

[officer] Move, move!

Johnson, get in there!

The pacemaker, what's wrong with it?

[Gillian] It's not working as it should be,

but we're taking care of it. You're in good hands.

-Doctor? -Please, let me do this.

What are they doing here?

This is Royko. Where is the simulator?

[officer] We're seven minutes away.

They're not going to make it.

Expose the pacemaker, then get the hell out of here.

We don't have the simulator.

I'm going to try and disarm it, anyway.

Okay, it's out.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Get her out of here.

My wife...

my kids... tell them I love them.

See you at happy hour.

Everybody else out! Now!

[officer] Let's go.

Okay, Mr. McDonald, it's just you and me.

Don't worry. There's no one better.

Got paramedics on standby?

Gonna cut and just hope for the best.

I'm sorry.

[machine beeping]

[suspenseful music plays]

[monitor flatlining]

Oh, crap.

[explosion]

Let's bring this guy, John, in.

I don't, I don't mind a Hail Mary pass at this point.

I'm sorry, Dr. Hayes.

So, what's this all about, anyway?

Is Gillian being stalked or something?

I mean, do I, do I need a lawyer?

What makes you think that?

Hey, buddy, look where I am. Come on. Do I need a lawyer?

You're not under arrest.

Okay. Well, you didn't have to bring me down here.

If Gillian's in trouble, whatever I can do, I'll do it.

If this is our guy, he's got one hell of a poker face.

It's not John. It can't be John.

Well, I love her, I guess.

She's a special one, no doubt about that.

-You dated this guy? -Yeah. Why?

[John] ...although she makes it as tough as possible.

Hmm.

[Berman] What do you mean?

Well, let's just say that Gillian sees any type of emotion

as a sign of weakness.

The closer you try to get to her,

the more she pushes you away.

Not only does Gillian have a wall around her,

the wall is made of ice.

[siren wails in distance]

Lieutenant, your kid's on line five.

You taxed his allowance?

Hey, buddy. How's it going?

Oh, really? What happened?

Well, did you ask him if you could take the test over again?

Gosh, Troy. I don't remember a lot about Napoleon,

but we can work on it together.

Look, I gotta go, okay? I love you, too.

Bye.

You all right?

It wasn't our song, as in mine and his.

It was their song, as in his and someone else's.

-One of your patients. -And I think I know which one.

It was his son. I lost his son on the table.

He had a ventricular septal defect, a hole in his heart.

It was risky, but we were just trying to buy

the poor kid some more time.

Why do you think it was him?

Because they played the violin together, Sean and his father.

And the way that man looked at me when I told him the news...

He blamed me, Lieutenant.

Those eyes. He blamed me.

Make way, gentlemen.

[officer] Sir.

The target is Zachary Franklin.

Two months ago,

Mr. Franklin disappeared off the face of the earth.

We're taking down his last known address.

Now, Mr. Franklin is a microchip geek,

but he is a blaster.

Not only does he like to blow people up,

he likes to do it in a very personal manner.

Most of you know Lieutenant Royko.

He's here to keep you alive in case our Mr. Franklin

decides to send us any gifts that are anxious to go boom.

Do this right, by the numbers, the way we know how,

no reason why we can't be home by 7:00 watching the game

with a beer in one hand, a woman in the other.

Let's go!

Yes?

-Mrs. Franklin? -Mm-hmm.

-Sign here please. -Oh, my --

Police! Don't move and don't speak.

[Mrs. Franklin] Let me go! What do you want?

-Anybody run out the back? -No, sir.

Nobody open any doors, any cabinets.

-You got that? -Let go of me!

Keep her there.

Let me go! What do you want?

Oh, God.

What has he done?

What has he done?

Well, I haven't, I haven't seen him in about six months.

Zachary and I were having problems long before we, uh,

we lost Sean.

He could never understand that.

He blamed your marital problems on Sean's death?

Oh, yeah. He did.

He blamed Sean's death on you.

I don't blame you, though.

You, you gave us a choice, and you told us all the risks.

What did the two of you talk about six months ago?

Oh, he had, uh, he wanted Sean's violin.

He wasn't the same man at that point anymore.

He lost his job. His friends couldn't handle him.

I don't blame them.

He had, uh, burn marks around his neck, rope burns.

I don't know if it was because he changed his mind

or if he just failed.

We were selfish, though, you know, choosing the surgery.

We should've been happy with what we had.

We didn't want Sean for another year.

We wanted him a whole lifetime.

I just don't think a parent is really equipped...

to make that decision.

Maybe...

Maybe I gave you more hope for that surgery

than I should have, Mrs. Franklin.

Gillian.

What are you saying?

I'm just saying that--

Don't.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare do that to me.

The only way that I have been able to get through this

is because there is nothing anybody could've done

and that a choice was made beyond us.

And now you're saying what? What are you saying?

I don't know.

You feel guilty? You want absolution?

Do you think I care about your guilt?

I don't.

Don't you dare take away what little I have left

because you want absolution.

You see, God called Sean home,

and there is nothing anybody could've done.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

I should've known Zachary was capable of something like this.

For some reason, he wants the whole world to see what he sees.

What does he see, Mrs. Franklin?

Darkness.

[cellphone ringing]

[cellphone beeping]

Excuse us.

[officer] Come on. Bring it around.

Hello, Mr. Franklin?

[officer over scanner] 7835...

How's my ex-wife doing?

He's listening to our police scanner.

What is it you want?

Do you wanna blame me for Sean's death?

Then blame me. I killed Sean.

Not the people you're killing now.

I killed him.

I'll-- I'll make a public confession.

I'll get on the news, whatever you want.

A life for a career?

That doesn't seem quite fair now, does it?

What the hell do you want from me?

[Zachary] I want you to know what it feels like

to suffer like I have.

Look, I told you the truth.

The truth?

You told us to trust you, and we did.

We put our little boy's life in your hands

because we trusted you, and you took him away from us.

And all these people dying around you,

I bet you told them to trust you, too, didn't you?

And I'm sure they did. We all did.

And then, you just walked away without the slightest remorse.

Not this time.

This time, Dr. Hayes, you don't get to just walk away.

I can't do this.

This is Royko.

I was talking to Dr. Hayes.

[Tom] She's not available right now.

-Put her back on! -Let's you and me talk.

You don't want to be a part of this, Lieutenant.

Oh, it's not my call, Zachary.

You brought me in when you decided to use explosives.

Do you have children?

A boy.

And I can only imagine what you're going through, but--

You wanna empathize with me?

You don't wanna empathize with me, Lieutenant.

You don't have to be alone in your pain, Zachary.

There's people you can talk to.

Like maybe I could talk to you? Is, is that what you're saying?

-You'd like that? Huh? -If you like.

Tell me this.

Knowing what you know about Dr. Hayes,

would you let her operate on your little boy?

Yes, I would.

Next patient's at North Hastings Elementary.

[Tom] Zachary, don't.

Gonna have a little less time this go-round.

-Let's see how you do. -Zachary.

Did you operate on somebody in North Hastings Elementary?

Last week. A pacemaker.

A little boy, Lieutenant.

1200.

A little boy.

-Did you get that? -North Hastings Elementary.

So, what's this all about?

It's a medical situation, sir. This is the boy's doctor,

and we need to get to him as soon as possible.

Hey, Bobby.

Remember me?

[alarm blaring]

Okay, Bobby.

This is just a little bee sting to freeze the area.

[groans]

[Gillian] All right. We're almost done with this.

And now I'm gonna open it up just to take a look at it

and make sure it's working all right.

Okay. You can close your eyes.

I'm scared.

I know you're scared.

You're being so brave.

Okay.

You got time, nine minutes.

Okay, Bobby. You're being very brave.

Okay. I'm just gonna listen to your heartbeat, Bobby.

They're not connected, the numbers and his heartbeat.

Well, how do you know?

Because his heart is racing and these numbers haven't sped up.

Get ready to cut.

Okay. Cut.

We're done.

You did great.

All right, Bobby.

You did great.

Yeah. All right?

-Nice work, Doctor. -Thanks.

All right, let's get him to the hospital.

I don't understand why he'd go after a little boy, Lieutenant.

I don't think he wanted the boy killed.

He gave us too much time, plenty of time.

He was making some kind of point.

I don't know what but...

I don't know.

Lieutenant, that's one of my patients.

What?

That teacher, she's one of my patients!

Grab the teacher.

Get away from the children!

[children screaming]

-[man] Move! Move! -Get away from the kids!

We don't have another simulator! It's with the pacemaker.

Ma'am, please come with me.

[cellphone beeping rapidly]

[explosion]

[Tom] Check them again.

We have checked three times. He didn't work here.

The bombs were implanted this side of the manufacturer.

Check the files again and check the patients' files again.

Besides Dr. Hayes, what do they have in common?

No. There is nothing.

McPeters, if anyone can find a connection, you can.

[McPeters chuckles]

Don't stroke my ego, Lieutenant.

I have complete faith in you.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Okay. Well, let's check 'em again, boys.

Pour two of those, would you?

There you are.

Are you all right?

No.

[sighs]

Do you remember this man?

Yes, I remember him.

The operation was risky.

Every operation is risky, sweetheart.

You open somebody up, and bad things happen.

Some people refuse to accept that.

I think I'm one of those people.

I wanted to operate on that boy.

The defect was atypical, new territory, exciting,

and I wanted to.

I told them to trust me.

Did you explain the risks?

Yes, I explained the risks,

explained them like I was reading from a textbook.

The risks didn't interest me.

I was so sure I couldn't fail.

I was hearing the thank-yous and the "God bless yous"

before that boy even went under.

Nobody wanted to give up on that boy

and give him six months just to fade away.

You made the right call.

-That's not the point, Dad. -No, it is the point.

What this lunatic wants is to break you,

to snap your confidence.

So, when the time comes, and another family

wants you to operate, you won't have it anymore.

That's what this man wants.

Then why am I doubting myself?

You're questioning whether you made the right call,

and you're starting to think

that maybe you're not invincible.

My God. My daughter's human, after all.

Yes, Gillian, too often you see people

as patients before you see them as people,

but I'll tell you this.

You were that boy's only hope, and you did the best you could.

We're doctors.

That's it. That's all.

And just like everyone else,

most things are out of our control,

and thank God for that,

because there's not one among us could handle it.

I will not let this man destroy your spirit.

I simply won't.

[knock on door]

You ready to go?

We'll, uh, have that drink later.

Lieutenant, listen, I, uh...

I-I just wanted to thank you for taking care

of my daughter like this through this whole thing.

I mean, it's quite a mess.

I'm just doing my job, Dr. Hayes.

She's my only child. Did you know that?

Don't let her get herself killed.

Can you do that for me?

I won't let anything happen to her.

We will get this man.

[insects chirping]

Why don't you get some rest, Dr. Hayes, or try to?

I'll be right out there.

It's Gillian.

Call me Gillian.

Okay.

What is it?

What?

I don't remember him.

Franklin?

No.

Mr. McDonald at the airport.

Oh.

He was my patient, and I don't remember him.

You put that pacemaker in five months ago.

But I don't remember him at all.

You do, what, three or four surgeries a day?

He didn't even look familiar.

What does that say about me?

I don't remember all the bombs I defuse.

You remembered Sean Franklin...

that he loved the violin.

You remembered him.

[insects chirping]

Yeah. Well, good night, Lieutenant.

Gillian?

Why don't you call me Tom?

-Dad? -Hi.

-Do I have to get up? -No.

What are you doing here?

Did you study for that test?

Mm-hmm.

So, tell me something about Napoleon.

He was French.

Well, that's a start.

[sighs]

[panting]

[gasps]

[gasps loudly]

[static crackling]

There's nothing in there.

I'm not surprised.

[siren wails in distance]

She's outside.

He was in my house, Tom.

I know.

He was in my house while I was sleeping.

He's trying to rattle you, Gillian.

Yeah. Well, he's doing a good job.

I can't take this.

I did everything that I knew how to do for that little boy.

Everything that I could do, I did.

And I don't...

I don't deserve this!

I'm a doctor, Tom.

Doctors lose patients.

[cellphone ringing]

-Give it to me. -Careful.

Where are you, you son of a bitch?

Watch how you talk to me, Gillian.

Watch how I talk to you?

You listen to me, you sick psycho.

Your son would be so ashamed of you, he would be in tears!

His mother shudders at the mention of your name!

Not helpful, Gillian.

This is Royko.

Put that bitch back on.

I'm not gonna do that.

Zachary.

It's his birthday in an hour.

I don't want any more people hurt.

Shut up and pay attention.

You wanted to be a part of this, remember?

Zachary, listen to me.

Is this how you want Sean to be remembered?

No.

This is how I want Dr. Hayes to be remembered.

Tomorrow, 14 years, 14 of the doctor's patients.

-Zachary, no! -On the hour.

Which hour it begins, well, I'm sure

with a little brainpower, you can figure that out.

Zachary? Zachary!

Tom, what is it?

-Did you get that? -Still nothing.

Damn it! How difficult can it be?

He's got it routed seven lines deep,

the last one being in Malta.

[Berman] Tom?

What the hell is that?

I think it's the box that the cake was in.

There's about a dozen of these stores in the city.

Check it out.

Tom...

what is it? Tell me.

Tomorrow he takes out 14 more of your patients...

on the hour.

-Oh, my God. -14 of them.

It's his endgame, Gillian.

It's his birthday gift to Sean.

[announcer over PA] Dr. Summers, please report to the...

Ma'am? I received a phone call.

I was told Dr. Hayes wanted me here immediately.

And your name?

Walter Peck, ma'am.

Can you tell me what this is about?

That phone call made me very nervous.

Mr. Peck, I need you to speak to that officer

right over there, please.

This way, Mr. Peck.

Would you mind telling me what this is all about?

What the hell is this?

Mr. Peck, won't you please come inside?

Right this way.

Come on.

-Will you take his jacket? -Mm-hmm.

[Gillian] Mr. Peck, I'll be happy to explain.

Please take a seat.

At 10:00 a.m., Sean Franklin

would've been born exactly 14 years ago.

When that time hits, 14 people are going to die,

unless we can figure out who they are in 90 minutes.

How many of Dr. Hayes' patients have we contacted?

She's had 85 pacemaker patients

since the death of Sean Franklin.

We've contacted 32 of those and examined half of them already.

All negative. But we can't locate all of them.

There's not enough time left.

We need to find out who they are.

Let's get to it.

[McPeters] Look, I need you to make a priority

on these files, every single line, please.

It's all taking too long.

I've removed 16 perfectly good pacemakers.

I need to go faster, but you're thinking,

"One wrong move, and this is the one that might explode."

-Welcome to my world. -[Sighs]

Gillian, we're narrowing it down.

You've checked the employee records, right?

Four times.

Did that include volunteers?

[McPeters] No, no, no, no, guys. I want you to get

down there this afternoon, not tomorrow.

-McPeters? Employee files? -Yes.

We checked them four times, Lieutenant. We found zip.

Did those files include volunteers?

Look, I'll call you back. Uh, I don't know.

-Were they labeled differently? -Were they labeled differently?

Well, how the hell am I supposed to know?

Look, Lieutenant, I didn't pull the files, all right?

And if they weren't pulled, then I didn't check them.

I'm Lieutenant Royko.

Have officers been down here to pull volunteer files?

-No, not that I know of. -Where are those files, sir?

Right, right, right there.

Did this man volunteer here?

Not that I recall, no.

Look closely. He might've changed his appearance.

Well, well, there was a guy that looked kinda like him,

but he was older maybe and not as clean cut.

-Do you remember his name? -No, sir, I don't.

Now, what, what the hell are you doing?

Hey!

This is Royko. I need more people down here

in the volunteer office right now.

Let me see one of those.

[officer] I believe he's outside.

Thirty-five minutes.

I got him!

He worked here two days a week, Thursdays and Fridays.

Thursdays and Fridays. You got a calendar?

-Oh, yeah. -Yeah. Yeah.

McPeters, I need the dates that the first four victims

-were operated on. -We may have it.

[McPeters] Okay, Lieutenant. Mr. Peterson.

His pacemaker was implanted April 20th.

Friday.

[McPeters] Benjamin McDonald, May 11th.

-Friday! -This is it.

Victoria Trivers, March 16th.

He took the pacemaker home on a Thursday night,

rigged them, and put them back in right before surgery.

McPeters, we found the constant.

I need you to pull the patient files

on every patient that was operated on a Friday

since... March 4th. You got that?

Fridays since March 4th. Got it.

There should be 14 of 'em.

How are we gonna get all those people in here in time?

Just two.

Two? There should be 14 of them.

No. Just those two.

No. No. These were the only opportunities

he had to rig those pacemakers.

We're not wrong. Check the files again.

We checked twice.

Tom?

He beat us again.

Tom, we only have 30 minutes.

You don't have to worry about the time.

He bluffed us.

No one's gonna die... at least not at ten o'clock.

How do you know that?

We figured out who he was

quicker than he thought we would.

So, he sends us out looking for 14 patients.

We spent the last 12 hours

looking for patients instead of for him.

The bastard's got something else planned.

Troy, may I see you a moment?

Your father sent an officer to pick you up.

Is there something wrong?

You'll have to ask your father.

Hi.

Ready to go for a ride, Troy?

Sure.

We've contacted the two possibly tampered pacemakers.

Dr. Carter's on his way over here to remove them.

[cellphone rings]

It's my line.

This is Royko.

It's Berman. We've located the bakery

where Franklin bought the cake yesterday.

Yesterday? [scoffs]

I knew it. He was improvising that whole thing.

It's more frustrating than that, Tom.

He was right under our noses.

This bakery is two blocks from the hospital.

I mean, I can see it from here.

Okay.

The cake Franklin bought?

The bakery's two blocks from here.

I don't understand why Franklin would wanna be around here.

I mean, half the cops in the city have been

in and out of this hospital.

I don't think he'd risk playing games.

I don't think getting away with it is the thrill for him.

Tom, are you sure you're not making too much out of this?

I mean, him being near the hospital.

No.

No, I'm not. Come on.

-Where are you going? -Your office. Come on!

There's nothing more traumatic than when harm comes

to your child.

I don't expect you to understand that.

But, believe me, I don't think there's anything in the world

gives you more hope than a newborn.

It doesn't even have to be your own.

It could be any kid smiling, his laughter,

the joy of discovering life for the first time.

But when harm comes to your child...

you start to lose that hope.

It's one step forward, suddenly two steps back.

Remember all those times you ask, "Why?"...

and never got an answer...

not once?

But you kept getting up in the morning, anyway.

I'm not gonna do anything to you

I haven't already tried on myself,

and I don't want you to feel any pain.

So, I'm gonna give you this.

[muffled yelling]

Hey!

Help you sleep.

Hey!

What?

Remember the first time we talked to him?

He called us twice in here, once to get our attention,

then again after we opened the box.

Perfect timing both times.

Those calls weren't random, Gillian.

He was watching us.

And he's been watching you.

This is Royko. Get SWAT on their horses.

I've got a target for takedown.

Stay put and don't tip him off

by watching through your office window.

Okay, okay.

Take it down. I'll be in as soon as it's cleared.

Hey, come with me.

[announcer over P.A.] Dr. Silverman,

please report to cardiology.

Dr. Silverman, please report to cardiology.

[cellphone ringing]

Hello?

[Berman] Dr. Hayes, it's Detective Berman.

Is Lieutenant Royko with you?

No, did no one call you?

Oh, he turned off his phone or something.

I can't get a hold of him.

Well, he's across the street, Berman.

What the hell's he doing over there?

Whatever, it doesn't matter.

I-I can't hear you very well.

It's a bad reception. What was that?

Look, we found some materials down here in the basement.

We think it might be where he filled the devices.

There's some, some things, I don't know,

but they might be a couple of pacemakers.

Can you come down here and confirm?

-This might be our big break. -Right now?

Yeah, right now. We can't do a thing until we know

what the hell it is.

Is it a pacemaker? Is it a pocket watch?

-We don't know. -All right, I'll be right down.

Clear!

[dings]

-Nobody touches anything. -Yes, sir.

[whistles]

Where the hell is he?

[dialing cellphone]

[cellphone rings]

-Hello? -It's Royko.

What does "SHR" stand for?

I think I've got some kind of

hospital uniform right in front of me.

SHR, um, shipping, handling, and receiving.

They're in the basement. I'm going down there now

to meet up with Berman.

What?

I'm going down there. Berman's down there.

Berman?

Berman's right here, Gillian, with me.

What?

[Tom, distorted] Berman's with me.

I'm sorry, Tom. I'm in an elevator.

I can't hear you, the signal.

Gillian, listen to me. Get off the elevator.

-Get outta there! -[elevator dings]

Tom, I can't hear you. Let me call you back.

Gillian? Gillian!

[gasps] No!

Aah!

No! Ah! No!

[Gillian screams]

Oh!

Ah!

[panting]

[dings]

[sirens wailing]

Quick! Get in positions!

[officer 1] Got it!

[officer 2] Move! Move!

You can't empathize.

You can't feel what I've been feeling. I know that.

I know you. It's not in you.

-You don't know me. -Shut up!

But I... I can find someone else

who will feel what I'm feeling...

go through what I'm going through,

see it through my eyes.

Please, stop this.

[Zachary] You can't stop what can't be stopped, Dr. Hayes.

You can't stop time.

I'm not gonna kill you.

I've thought about it, I have. Of course, really, I have.

But... I don't want a life for a life.

I want a soul... for a soul.

It's over for me, Gillian. It's up to you now.

Go, go.

Remember, stay calm.

Ba-boom... ba-boom... ba-boom.

[announcer over P.A.] Dr. Kwan to surgery.

Dr. Kwan to surgery.

Hey.

[screaming]

Shots fired, shots fired, upstairs!

Shut up!

Team one, check shots fired.

Keep moving.

Shut up! Shut up! Come here.

Let me go. Will you please let me go?

-Come here. -[wailing] Please?

Shut up!

[nurse crying]

Please!

Berman, where is he?

Come on. Come on!

Officer down, officer down.

Nurses station, first floor. Are you okay?

[straining] Yeah. He's in the stairwell.

Stay with him!

No, no, don't open the door! Don't open the door!

There's a bomb on the door.

He put a bomb on this side of the door.

-Where'd he go? -He went up.

[dings]

[Berman] He's in the stairwell, Royko.

He booby-trapped it, and we can't get in.

-Is he going up or down? -Up.

-What floor? -I don't know.

[elevator dings]

Franklin!

Stay away from me, Royko!

It's a pressure switch. If I let go...

Where is she?

You got a lot more to worry about

than the good doctor, Royko.

Tell me where she is.

This can't end with you and me, Royko.

[Tom] Render the device safe.

Don't make me do something I really wanna do.

[crowd clamoring]

[officer] Come with me. Come with me.

[tires screech, siren wails]

No one makes us do anything. We are our choices.

Ah!

[Zachary grunting]

[Zachary] You idiot!

You're gonna blow yourself up.

You're afraid to die, like the rest of us.

You don't get it!

You have to live.

You wanted to be a part of this, remember?

And now you are...

you and your son.

What, what's his name, Troy?

Nice kid. Doesn't look at all like you.

What are you talking about?

Where's my son?

Finally, someone will see what I see.

Where's my boy, you son of a bitch!

Afraid of what you'll find?

So am I.

[crowd screaming]

[Tom] He's got a bomb!

[coughing]

[beeping]

[people screaming]

-Did you find her? -Not yet.

Where's my dad?

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Come on, Troy. Pick up.

Damn it, Troy, pick up!

[Gillian] Tom?

Tom!

I can't get a hold of my son, Gillian.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Why? Can you tell me why?

It's my heartbeat.

He attached it to my pulse.

[Connor] Royko, this is Connor.

We found a little boy down here.

He says he's your son. Royko, it's not good.

He put a pacemaker in him.

We're connected...

my pulse and his pacemaker.

When it hits zero...

Lieutenant, are you there?

-Where are you? -We're in the basement.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Come on! Come on.

I'll get the bag.

[dings]

This way, Lieutenant.

Connor, we can't run. We have to keep her pulse down.

-Troy? Oh, God. -Dad?

I'm right here, son. I'm all right.

Clear the room. It's all right.

Hi, Troy. I'm Dr. Hayes, and I'm here to help you, okay?

There's no time for anesthetic.

Okay, Troy, this is gonna hurt a little bit,

and I need you to be tough.

You have to be very still. Can you do that for me?

It's gonna be all right, Troy. You're gonna be brave,

and it's gonna be all right. Just hold onto my hand, son.

Just squeeze, hold onto my hand really hard.

Ow! Dad! Ow!

It's all right, Troy. You're gonna be brave,

and it's gonna be all right. You can't move.

This ain't nothing new for me, kid. I do this all the time.

Troy, you're gonna be brave, and it's gonna be okay.

Dad!

Squeeze my hand when it hurts, son,

but you can't move, okay? -Ow!

You can't move.

[gasping]

I wouldn't trust him with anyone else, Gillian.

You understand that? No one else.

[Troy] Dad!

It's almost over, son.

Hang in there, Troy. You're doing fantastic.

I'm so proud of you. -It's almost over, buddy.

-Ow! Ow! -[Tom] Squeeze my hand, son.

You can't move. You're doing great, buddy.

[Gillian] We're almost there. We're almost there.

[Troy groans]

Hang in there.

[beeping]

[Troy coughing]

I'm so proud of you. You're doing fantastic.

You're doing great, buddy.

-[Gillian] Hold on, Troy. -Ah, Dad!

It's almost over, son. It's almost over.

It's almost over.

Okay, it's out! It's in my hands.

It's got a fail-safe.

It's attached to his heart like the others.

-Dad! -It's almost over.

[Gillian] Okay, attach it. Hold on. Attach it.

Okay, Gillian, come on.

-All right. -[beeping rapidly]

-[Troy] Dad! -Come on.

[beeping rapidly]

Okay.

Okay, shh-shh. Hang in there. We're almost there.

[beeping rapidly]

[Tom] Come on, Gillian.

Hold on!

[beeping rapidly]

-Okay. -[beeping]

[Gillian] You're doing great, Troy.

Shh-shh! Hang in there.

We're almost there.

[beeping rapidly]

Hold on!

[beeping]

Okay!

Okay, now! Cut! Cut! Go! Go!

[beeping rapidly]

Hey, Troy?

Are you all right?

Are you hit?

You did it, Gillian.

You did it.

[crying]

You okay?

[birds chirping]

You're gonna be fine, young man.

Just fine.

You're very lucky.

You've got one of the best doctors in this city

taking care of you.

You're one brave kid.

I'll give you that.

My God, sweetheart, you amaze me.

-Hey, Dad. -Yeah?

-I was thinking. -Mm-hmm.

I think I deserve a raise in my allowance.

Well, that's a very important skill, son,

to know when to ask for a raise.

I'm very proud of you.

Is that a yes?

You got it. You got your raise.

Of course, you understand that now I have to take

a bigger percentage out in taxes, too, right?

You're gonna be very happy I am who I am when you're older.

Yeah, I'd rather be happy about it now.

I'll let you two be alone for a little while.

She's nice.

Yes, she is.

Cute, too.

Yeah.

[announcer over P.A.] Dr. Sly, please call...

Gillian?

[announcer over P.A.] Dr. Sly...

I just wanted to thank you.

Oh, no. No, thank you, again.

Yeah, I mean, what the hell do you say after a thing like this?

[sighs]

That list of yours...

List?

Of your love life?

Oh, that list.

Yeah, that list.

Yeah, so... so, what about it?

How do you feel about adding a new name?

Oh, gee, I... I don't think that's a good idea.

Ah.

See, that's a list of ex-boyfriends.

I don't want any more exes.

Neither do I.

Oh, okay, then.

Well, you've got my number.

-Yeah. -Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Hey, Royko?

You think you could handle a woman who makes more than you?

Handle it?

I'm counting on it.

If this works out, I might even retire early.