Original subtitles

[groaning]

Too many double vodka martinis?

I've got a hangover that would kill a horse.

I've had it all day. I can't shake it!

[chuckles] You didn't have to get up

and start table-dancing last night, did you?

- What? - Yeah.

You were jumping up on tables, doing a bump and grind.

Put Blaze Starr to shame.

- No! - Yeah!

No!

I got a pair of your boxer shorts pinned up over the bar

in commemoration of your debut as Stanley the Dancing Bear.

I got the warrant for the arrest, search and seizure.

Stan, where's your grass skirt?

I heard you looked fabulous last night.

You want me to snap, Felton?

I'll snap on you right now.

Easy, big man. Can't you take a compliment?

Our guy, Glen Holton, is over in apartment 201.

Lights went on about a half an hour ago.

He keeps walking back and forth.

He's got the hoochies.

He should. He's been to Jessup twice.

Once for three years, and once for raping a minor.

Yeah, he got 30 years, but the fickle finger of parole

released him after only seven.

It's definitely our guy.

Does all his evil within walking distance of his home.

Well, if that's true, this is his third strike.

He's primo for the death penalty.

[Bolander] He should wish!

Let's go suit up. I got the vests in the car.

Do we have the building locked up?

Yeah, we got two uniforms in the back alley.

- Fire escapes? - [Howard] I don't know.

Side alley being covered by another uniform.

All right, let's just take it nice and easy,

like we're the neighborhood Welcome Wagon.

- Okay. - All right.

[tense music plays]

[traffic rumbles]

Everybody set?

Know what we're-- Hey, where you going?

- What? - I'm the primary, I take the lead, huh?

After you.

See, I'm a gentleman.

Don't start that crap with me, huh?

I'll tell you what, then. Why don't you pick up the lunch tab today?

Hey, if I say yes, I misunderstood the question, huh?

You set, guys?

[officer] Yeah. Ready.

[door creaks softly]

[tense music plays]

[baby wails distantly]

[*]

- Police, freeze! - [gunshots boom]

- [Howard groans] - [gunshots boom]

[officers groaning]

3-13! 3-13!

[officers groaning]

[tense music builds]

[theme music plays]

[theme music fades]

[dramatic music plays]

[police radio chatter]

[paramedic] Talk to me, what's your name?

How long has she been down? We don't have a--

Do you have a pulse?

[nurse] Sir, please clear the area.

We're gonna need to ask you to pick her up.

- [man] Here we go. - [doctor] One, two, three.

[man] There we go.

[doctor giving instructions]

[all talking at once]

- [doctor] Give me some vitals. - [nurse] Blood pressure 80 over 40.

[all talking at once]

[doctor] Non-responsive. [doctor 2] Clear, please.

[doctor 3] She's been hit in the chest.

What are her vitals?

[nurse] She's still zero.

[doctor 3] That's not what I want to hear.

[doctor 2] Come on.

[all talking at once]

[doctor 2] Exit wound, left upper shoulder.

He's been hit in the thigh, too.

I want fluid.

Can you move your legs?

[doctors all talking at once]

[machine alarms beeping]

[doctor 3] Yeah, I got it. Do we have a heartbeat?

[all talking urgently at once]

[tense music builds]

So the bear says, "You didn't really come here to hunt, did you?"

[hysterical laughter]

Pembleton, Bayliss, Lewis.

Get over to Madison and St. Paul.

- What's up, Gee? - We've got detectives down.

- Which detectives? - Bolander, Felton and Howard.

What?

[Giardello] I'm on my way to Shock Trauma.

They've been shot.

- Frank, you're the primary. - Okay!

- Meg. - Al?

We need to get your people, and we need to get them here fast.

We've gotta get a command post up and running as soon as we can.

Yeah, Al, what's going on?

Stan, Kay and Beau.

They've been shot. They've been shot.

Beau?

- How-- How bad? - Bad.

[melancholy music plays]

[tense, percussive music plays]

Reporting live from Police Headquarters,

I've just gotten word that three homicide detectives

have been seriously injured whilst serving a warrant

on the little Billy Borkin case,

the ten-year-old whose body was found this week, in Lincoln Park.

[sirens wailing]

[brakes squeal]

[Giardello] Sergeant, you guys got anything?

[Sergeant] No. I cleared everyone out, right behind the paramedics.

Whoever's at home is sitting tight.

No one's been allowed in.

[Lewis] You got the neighborhood covered?

Yeah, we closed off ten square blocks.

Uniforms started to search and canvas.

So far, no one saw anything.

- Course not! - Pick up everyone.

And I mean, everyone.

I don't care if they're just breathing too hard.

- Bring 'em in. - Any word from the hospital?

- Are they gonna be-- - [Bayliss] We don't know.

We don't know anything at this point.

- What a mess, huh? - Yeah.

[Joe] Excuse me. What's going on here?

Help us out here, huh?

Listen, this is my building, okay?

I wanna know what's happening!

- You the landlord, sir? - Yeah, Joe Lebkowitz.

Officer, officer, let him through, please.

This way, sir.

Mr. Lebkowitz, we're from Homicide.

- We're gonna need your help. - Yeah, sure, what happened?

Well, a couple of cops got shot, and the bad guy got away.

- Come with us, please. - Wait a minute.

There are dead bodies up there?

There's no dead bodies up there, sir.

The ambo took 'em to Shock Trauma.

[officer] I'll stick around here, guys.

All right.

[police radio chatter]

May I get the keys, please?

Yeah. Yeah, I got 'em.

[Joe] 201... 201.

201. Here we go.

I'll do that, thank you.

Okay, open it up. Let's see what this son of a bitch Holton has left us.

This ain't right.

What?

Yeah, it is. 201. Open it up. Come on.

No, Holton's in 210.

- 2-1-0? - Yeah, 210.

Down there.

[sighs]

They went to the wrong door.

[Lewis] So, two bullets hit here, fired from above.

Okay, okay, our shooter was up here.

What's up here?

How did he get away?

It's an empty apartment.

- Roof access? - Well, yeah,

one of the bedrooms leads out to one of these roof-deck things.

Okay, find out which direction he went,

and pass it along.

We got the manner of escape. The direction would help. Come on, let's go.

Open up 210.

[baby wailing distantly]

Come on, Mr. Holton.

Show us where you'd go, so we can be sure to be there to meet you.

Hey, hey, hey. What kind of belt was the Borkin kid wearing?

I don't know, his mom said...

- An Indian beaded belt? - Bingo.

- Okay. - He did it, huh?

- Yeah. - [Lewis] Killed that kid.

[Pembleton] Yep.

[siren wailing]

[Munch] I don't know how it happened.

It was a routine arrest and search.

It was done by the numbers, by the book.

We've done it a hundred times.

You wore the vest?

The shooter must've had Teflon rounds.

I spoke to the doctor.

Yeah, I spoke to him, too. He was just in here.

Doctor Carrolton.

He says we're in for a long wait.

[sighs heavily] We had such a good time last night.

Stan was... fun.

[sighs] He was fun.

How strange.

He hugged and kissed me.

[chuckles] He hugged and kissed everybody.

I don't know, it was...

all this noise, we were all falling all over each other.

I need something to drink.

I need some water or some--

Did you see the shooter?

I tried to return fire. I kept slipping on...

[sighs]

My shoes are wrecked.

[sighs heavily]

I got their blood all over my shoes.

They wrecked my shoes, Gee.

Oh!

God!

[office din]

There's a briefing with the other shift

as soon as everybody gets here.

Yeah, did Sex Crimes call back?

Yeah, they're sending a detective over who knows Holton.

Uh-huh. Well, we got some of the receipts

from Holton's apartment.

We're getting his phone records.

What about the uniforms at the scene?

Yeah, Rallo is on his way down to give a statement.

Okay, I re-read the case file,

and there's nothing there that we don't already know.

Nothing in it that we don't already know?

Nothing that we don't already know?

We don't know anything.

We don't know why they went to the wrong apartment!

Well, Lewis is checking on that.

Yeah, we also don't know if Stan or Kay or Beau,

if they're gonna make it?

Look, I can't think about that right now.

- Okay? - How can you do that, Frank?

I don't think about that, either.

You know something, Frank?

Maybe some of us aren't so disciplined, all right?

Maybe some of us...

can't help feeling what we're feeling.

- Okay, Okay. - Oh, yeah?

Okay... what are you feeling right now, huh?

Sadness? That's not gonna help them.

Fear? That's not gonna help them. Okay?

What about guilt?

Guilt? Guilt? What about guilt?

Guilt, Frank.

Because you know, what happened...

See, I'm not afraid.

[scoffs] I'm not afraid.

I'm just so damn relieved it wasn't me.

I can't help thinking, thank God it wasn't me.

You know, Frank?

Thank God. That's what I'm saying.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

[camera shutters clicking]

[reporters shouting all at once]

Lieutenant! Are they going to be all right?

I don't know. I really don't know.

How many dead? How many detectives were shot?

- Can you confirm the number, sir? - Three.

We're just getting word from Lieutenant Al Giardello,

Homicide Shift Commander,

that there have been three casualties, thus far.

I didn't say anything about casualties.

There's no casualties.

[office din]

I want in.

Hello, Mitch.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about getting this son of a bitch who shot my ex-partner.

I know how you feel about Stan.

But I've got one of my best detectives on the case.

He'll bring the guy down.

I've worked homicide too many years.

A red ball like this?

Come on, you can't tell me you don't want every single guy you can get out on the street?

You're on the Bomb Squad!

What are they gonna do, let you go just like that?

I'll work on my own time!

Al. Whatever you want, whatever you need.

You haven't been a homicide detective in eight years.

I got an old saxophone that I used to play every night

'til the wife put the kibosh on it, right?

Now I take it out maybe once in a month, I don't know, whatever.

The moment I put that reed in my mouth,

it's like I never put it down.

You don't forget the rhythm.

This is something I gotta do, Al.

If it was me lying in that hospital bed,

Stan would do the same.

[cacophonous office din]

[Bayliss] We need Howard's notes.

[Pembleton] Let's notify the State Police in Maryland and Virginia.

Set up a hotline. Enter everything through NCIC.

Excuse me.

Yeah, check with Naomi. Desk over there.

Are you Detective Pembleton?

Now, look, Miss. I ain't got a whole lot of time.

I'm Theresa Walker, Sex Crimes.

Oh. Oh, okay.

I need all the records you have on Glen Holton.

His history, habits, hangouts.

A psychological profile.

Anything you can give me, as fast as you can get it to me.

Detective Pembleton, everything you need to know about Holton is fresh in my head.

Yeah, I'm the primary, so, I need it in mine.

No, you don't. Can you just show me a phone

that I can use, and get me a ride?

Look, we got three detectives shot.

I got a suspect I can't locate.

What I need is total cooperation, okay?

What you need is to take a breath.

Excuse me? What?

Look, I know who to talk to, and I know where to go.

Okay? If I spend the next hour telling you all the information I have on Holton,

he gets an hour further away from you,

and from all of us.

That's the kind of cooperation you need, Detective.

The lady's right. Mitch Drummond.

The Lieutenant sent me to you.

Mitch? Uh...

- Stan's old partner, Mitch? - Yeah.

I'm detailed from the Bomb Squad.

- I'm here to help. - Okay.

- Theresa Walker. - How do you do?

- Hi. - Okay, Mitch,

we're gonna have a briefing with Giardello

as soon as Russert's shift gets here.

In the meantime, I want you to work with Bayliss,

this tall detective right here.

Here are some receipts from Holton's apartment.

One from last night, a shop on the block.

- Get the manager in here. - Okay.

Detective Walker, I want you to work with me.

Let's track down bars, restaurants, any place this guy frequented, okay?

Great. I'll get started.

- This your phone? - Yes, it is.

[office din]

All we know is this: Three detectives are fighting the fight of their lives

at Maryland Shock Trauma tonight,

victims of gun violence.

All too common on the streets of southwest Baltimore.

[machines beeping]

[Pembleton] As of right now, our primary suspect,

Glen Holton, is still at large.

We have two new detectives working with us.

Mitch Drummond, and Theresa Walker.

Detective Walker, from Sex Crimes.

She knows Holton's MO.

A lot of you already know Detective Drummond

from his years in Homicide.

Our top priority, our only priority, is to find Holton.

We'll need to talk with acquaintances, neighbors,

friends, family, doctors, co-workers,

anyone and everyone who had contact with our suspect.

Follow up every phone tip, no matter how inconsequential.

I'm on my way back to the hospital if anyone needs to reach me.

Otherwise, Lieutenant Russert's in charge.

How are they doing, Gee?

Oh... Bolander's still in surgery.

They expect Felton to regain consciousness at any time.

Stan's um...

he's in critical condition.

Well, what about Kay?

Kay's still in surgery.

Her prognosis is not good.

As soon as I get any information, I'll let you know.

In the meantime, let's get to work.

[Drummond] Do you recognise this guy?

- No. - [Drummond] No?

We found receipts from your porno shop in his apartment.

The customers don't exactly look me in the eye when they pay.

Do you sell magazines depicting sex with minors?

No.

[deep inhale and exhale]

I'm gonna let that lie go.

But I'm only going to let it go...

if you tell me the truth about this guy.

Have you ever seen him?

He, um, used to ask me to order him special magazines.

- Uh-huh. - And well, I knew a few people.

Yeah. Have you seen him in the shop recently?

No.

Do you know where sick lowlifes like him go

after they buy these magazines?

They, uh...

Some of them, you know, go to the movies.

We got the name of your theatre from a porno shop around the corner.

You share a lot of the same customers.

Have you seen this man tonight?

I see a lot of men.

Yeah, well, this one wouldn't be interested in you.

He likes children.

Then I definitely haven't seen him.

I got men who like women, men who like men,

men who like animals.

Men who like women and animals.

Who I don't cater to are sick freaks who like kids.

Are you absolutely sure that you've never seen this man

in your life?

Well... maybe.

[sighs] It's hard to tell.

Try.

A guy who looks like this comes in around maybe eight o'clock,

stays the double feature.

If I'd known, I would've kicked his butt into the street.

I run a respectable venue.

You guys like some free passes?

[sighs]

John.

You okay?

Oh, yeah. I'm fine.

Stanley's still in coma.

That's how they refer to it.

"In coma."

They don't say, "He's in a coma,"

they say, "in coma."

Well, look, you go home, and get some rest.

I'll wait.

I'll call you when he wakes up.

[Munch chuckles]

You said, "when" he wakes up.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

All the doctors, the nurses,

that's what they say, too.

-"When." - [Giardello] Yeah.

He got shot in the head, for crying out loud!

Right in the melon, bullet in the brain!

That makes it "if he wakes up," not "when."

I say that to them, they get all nervous.

Like I'm gonna go over the deep end or something.

I know it's "if," Gee.

You can say it, go ahead.

- Munch. - Go ahead!

I want to hear you say it. "If he wakes up."

[Giardello] Look, Munch, why don't you go home?

Get some coffee. Walk around outside.

I'll call you if he-- I mean, when he wakes up.

Now you got me doing it.

- Hi, Beth. - I'm sorry.

Hi. Al, is he okay?

Yeah, Beau's all right. He just came out of the surgery.

He'll be fine.

I almost killed all of us, driving from Philly.

How's Kay and Stan?

We still don't know yet.

Oh, I'm-- I'm gonna go see him.

Could you keep an eye on them?

I don't need anybody to keep an eye on me.

Me, either.

[Beth] Zach, please don't start, okay?

Well...

What about the two of you keeping an eye on me? Huh?

- Okay. - Okay.

Come on, I'll get you some hot chocolate, and everything.

[Zach] Okay.

[nurse on PA] Dr. Wexler, call on 718.

[machine beeping]

[hospital din]

[melancholy music plays]

[*]

[office din]

You find out who screwed up Holton's apartment number?

Not yet.

I'm gonna canvas all the secretaries

to see who typed up the warrant.

Give me some of that, would you?

No, I don't want you smelling like me.

Bayliss, I'd rather confuse a couple of people

than let 'em get a whiff of this.

- Oh, man! That is ripe. - Huh?

Here. Take it.

You ever think about what it'd be like to get shot?

Not if I can help it.

No, I mean, you ever think about what it's like to get hit with a bullet?

Well, I understand the question.

And the answer is still no.

Do you think it would hurt?

[Bayliss] If you're not dead, probably.

Do you think it'd be hot or you think it'd be cold?

Um... cold. Maybe.

Well, a bullet's metal, right?

But then again, maybe it goes out of the gun, and heats up.

I don't know.

Maybe nothing happens. Maybe it's just, uh,

darkness.

Yeah.

I just wonder, you know, what it would be like, um...

this bullet coming towards you,

having a bullet go inside of you.

What do you do? You look down at your shirt,

you see blood, you go, say, "hey, whose blood is that?"

- [sardonic chuckle] - Yeah, I don't know, Meldrick.

[Lewis] But you know, I-- I, um...

I used to make up statistics for my grandma.

You know, stuff like,

more people die getting in and out of the bathtub

than cops get shot.

I mean, it's kinda true.

You remember Randall, retired a couple years back?

20 years, a homicide cop.

He didn't ever pull his gun, one time.

[Bayliss] Oh, I didn't know Randall.

- I mean, he's dead now. - Natural causes?

Yeah, uh, I guess...

I guess...

well, you're not gonna live forever, huh?

[chuckles wryly]

Yeah, that's a good guess.

[office din]

- Where's Giardello? - [Russert] At the hospital.

All hell's breaking loose around here.

- I need to talk to him. - [sighs]

Captain, what happened last night was a tragic accident,

but an accident that could in no way be prevented or foreseen.

And If you are here to reprimand Giardello,

I have to respectfully say that I think you're wrong--

Lieutenant Russert, that's not why I'm here.

- You're not? - No.

I wanted Lieutenant Giardello to know that I'm prepared to back him fully,

authorise extra man hours, any special help he needs.

I'm here to help.

What can I do?

Come on.

[sneezing]

God bless you.

Thank you, Detective Lewis.

I'm so sorry about the shooting.

Yeah, a little reality check about what's really at stake out there.

Miss Pendergast, now, I'm going to need the original paperwork

on the arrest warrants.

I understand you typed them up.

Yes, yesterday morning.

I've got them around here somewhere.

[wracking cough]

[Lewis] You gotta take care of that cold.

You sound like you got TB or something!

Here it is.

I remember, I thought it was such a coincidence

that the file folder number was 201,

and so was the apartment number of the suspect.

The apartment number is 210, Ms. Pendergast.

2-1-0.

No, I'm sure it was 201.

You flipped the numbers.

[tense music plays]

You flipped the numbers!

[sighs heavily]

Oh my God!

Doctor Diller, Glen Holton has been your patient for how long?

But you must understand, the doctor-patient relationship is confidential.

Three detectives were shot last night trying to serve

- an arrest warrant on Mr. Holton. - I know.

So you can understand how normally jovial good old boys and girls with badges

would be extremely unprepared to accept the pat responses,

such as "doctor-patient confidentiality," right?

Holton has been my patient for seven years.

Seven years. Are you that bad or is he that messed up?

Holton is a pathological paedophile.

He engages in almost 24-hour-a-day sexual fantasies.

Just sexual?

I know what you're going at.

People like Glen Holton aren't capable of shooting three cops.

His deviancy isn't homicidal.

No, no, no. Come on.

Come on, you know as well as I do,

there are three components of human sex drive:

Instinctive, functional, and emotional.

Prevailing wisdom has it, what?

70 or so percent of the drive is emotional?

The mind controls the act.

Murder is emotional.

He definitely could have pulled this off.

Have you spoken with Glen Holton since last night?

Um...

He left a message on my service.

What did he say?

He was crying.

He said he was going to hell.

[chuckles wryly]

He's right.

- Lieutenant Giardello? - Yeah?

I'm Wesley Howard.

What happened?

They say my daughter was shot.

That's all they'd tell me.

She's in surgery right now.

They're trying to remove the bullet.

The bullet? Where did she get shot?

In the chest. The bullet lodged in the heart.

The heart?

They can fix that?

Mr. Howard, we're all looking for answers.

I need to talk to somebody now about Kay Howard!

H-O-W-A-R-D. Kay Howard!

She's a police officer, for God sakes!

- Dad, sit down. - I don't want to sit down.

Lieutenant Giardello.

We've done all we can for now.

Detective Bolander's got a fractured skull,

and a lot of intracranial haemorrhaging.

What about the others?

Felton's a lucky man.

Bullet passed through his neck, and came out his left shoulder.

No nerve damage.

Another bullet hit his thigh, but didn't damage any major arteries.

- How's Kay? - This is Detective Howard's father.

She received a critical wound to the left ventricle of her heart.

We removed the bullet.

She's stabilised, but on life support.

Is she gonna die?

[doctor] We'll know within the next 24 hours.

If she survives that long, she has a good chance of a full recovery.

You're saying she could die.

I'm saying we don't know for sure how she'll respond.

[distant sirens wail]

You find out what went wrong?

- It was a clerical error. - A clerical error?

Yeah, one of the secretaries wrote the wrong address on the arrest warrants.

She wrote down 201 instead of 210.

Give me her name. I want her fired.

Oh, now, Gee, I mean, it's not really her fault.

You know, she's hysterical.

She's sick. Her kids got colds.

- She's a mess. - Give me her name!

Mary Pendergast.

I'm gonna get this Mary Pendergast fired.

I'm gonna make sure she doesn't work for the city again.

Not answering the phones, not licking stamps.

Not collecting garbage. Nothing.

Not ever again. Ever!

Where are you going, Gee?

Come on, let me give you a ride back to the shop.

- It's over here. - All right.

Kay's stabilised.

I guess that means she's only half-dead.

[Lewis] Man, when it hits, it really hits, don't it?

I'd like to get the son of a bitch that did this.

I'd like to shoot the son of a bitch what did this.

Stanley's strong.

He-- He's strong.

Big man? Strong as an ox.

Strong. Kay's tough, too.

I mean, she's small, but she's tough.

I mean, she's got character. That's what counts.

- She'll pull through this. - Damn straight.

Felton's no slouch, either.

There's a lot of noble blood in that white trash body of his.

He'll be fine.

[sighs]

Okay, pull over.

- Pull over? - Yeah, yeah, pull over.

- [muttering incoherently] - [banging thuds]

Hey, Gee, you all right?

[sobbing quietly]

You know--

You know, I got a daughter.

Charisse.

She lives in Richmond.

When she was six years old, we took her to the circus, Barnum and Bailey.

One minute, she's laughing at the clowns.

You know, them getting out of the Volkswagen.

And...

the next minute, she's telling me that her stomach hurts.

Soon, she's crying.

Then she's screaming.

We drove her right to the emergency room.

And then she's got a fever. It's-- it's too high.

The doctors poke and prod.

They still, they can't find anything wrong.

Then her vital signs weaken.

And-- and they put her on an IV,

and they-- they still can't find anything wrong.

Not anything.

One morning, I walk into her room,

and the nurse was trying to put in a new IV,

and-- and she couldn't find a spot,

her little veins were weak.

And then Charisse starts getting afraid of the needle,

and she looked up at me and she said,

"Daddy, make it better."

And I-- I can't tell you how I felt,

when she looked up at me, and said that.

I couldn't make it better!

There was nothing I could do.

She was--

She was my daughter,

and-- and I was so powerless.

[sobs]

[sighs]

I felt so powerless.

[sighs heavily]

- [Drummond] This is the school? - [Bayliss] Yeah.

Holton grabbed the Borkin kid from this school?

- [Bayliss] Yeah. - God!

I went to my granddaughter's Christmas pageant here.

- She played an elf. - Huh. Yeah?

Yeah, I took, you know, a couple of rolls of film of it.

Hmm.

This neighborhood has really changed a lot.

You grew up here?

Yeah. Yeah.

This whole area has taken a hit.

Yeah. How long were you partners with Stanley?

- Ten years. - Ten years?

Wow, you must have been close, huh?

[sighs] Are you kidding?

We spent more time arguing about whose was bigger,

than we spent closing cases.

He was a pain in the ass.

My ass!

I feel the same way sometimes about Frank.

Hey, good partners don't necessarily have to be best friends.

Yeah.

Holton had been hanging around the playground off and on for a while.

A couple of boys told me he would stand there,

staring at 'em, during lunch.

They didn't think anything of it until one day,

Holton tried to grab one of 'em through the fence.

I went out the next day.

There he was.

You know about the shooting last night?

Oh, yes, sir.

We think Holton is the shooter.

And he's on the run.

Yeah, the boy he murdered was kidnapped from here.

And sometimes a killer will come back to the scene of the crime.

Gives him comfort.

A happy memory of his accomplishment.

Look, we're gonna want you to put some extra officers

on the grounds until we get him.

But if you happen to see him, you bust him,

hold him, and give us a call.

[man] You know, I had a chance to shoot that creep

a couple of months ago.

He was running down a street.

I drew, and aimed.

But...

Ah, you did the right thing.

Did I?

Yeah.

- [female guard] Open One. - [door rattles]

Closing One.

- [male guard] Opening Two. - [door rattles]

Closing Two.

[tense music plays]

Mr. Yeaton, I'm Detective Walker,

this is Detective Pembleton.

We work homicide in Baltimore.

[sighs]

What can I do for you?

You were Glen Holton's cellmate for five years?

Ah, five wonderful years.

You see, the upside of being a rapist or a pedophile

is you don't go into general population.

You get to bunk with others of your ilk.

We shared lots of bedtime stories.

Glen shot three police officers.

We were wondering if you had any ideas as to where he might run.

Oh, come on, you can't believe in that little cop brain

that I'd ever tell you a thing. [scoffs]

Despite what you may think about cops, we're optimists.

Sorry to disappoint.

Besides, Glen isn't into guns.

He uses his hands for his dirty work.

He wouldn't have the nerve to pull a trigger.

You miss him?

I miss his wit.

Then I don't understand why you won't help us.

- Why, officer? - [Pembleton] Mm-hmm.

Do I use big words?

No, no, no, no.

It's just that if you've been languishing in here

without him, lo these many years,

I just don't understand why you wouldn't do anything

you could to see that he get back here.

With you.

[inmates shout distantly]

Why should he have all the fun. Right?

Exactly.

Glen's best friend in the real world

used to work at uh, Penn Station.

A janitor or something.

And Glen said there was a-- a small room,

just off the basement hallway,

where he and his friend used to go,

and tell war stories.

Do you have this friend's name?

Manuel...

something.

Manuel something?

Yeah, I-- I don't remember.

Okay.

Oh, hey, hey, hey.

- When-- when you find him? - Mm-hmm?

Be gentle.

He's delicate.

You have our word on that.

[dramatic music plays]

You holding up okay?

- I'm fine. - Good.

[sighs heavily]

It isn't easy for any one of us.

Like I said, you know, I'm fine.

- Feeling a little freaked? - No.

- Scared? - No.

Guilty?

No, that's Bayliss, not me. No.

Oh, I get it.

You don't feel anything at all.

You're the type of guy, that two weeks from now,

you'll be stopped at a traffic light,

and all this'll hit you.

And when it hits, it'll hit hard.

It'll hit you so hard that your heart will burst

into a hundred pieces.

I wonder what's keeping Ballistics so long.

[sighs]

[hospital din]

Beau.

Can you hear me?

It's Beth.

I'm here.

The kids?

They're downstairs.

The baby's with my sister in Philly.

I wasn't sure they should see you like this.

[weakly] Oh, that's good.

[Beth] I came here as fast as I could.

The doctors say you're gonna be okay.

Okay.

What happened?

[Beth] You've been shot.

You're at Maryland Shock Trauma Hospital.

I'm alive.

Yes.

Who else got hit?

Kay and... Bolander.

I could do with some water.

You can't have any water yet.

Just ice.

I'm so thirsty.

[ice cubes rattle]

Here.

How's Kay? Where is she?

- I'm not sure. - Well, find out.

Now, Beth.

I-- I gotta know where she is.

I gotta know if she's alive.

She always hated it when I treated her like a lady, you know.

She just wanted me to treat her like a cop.

[sighs weakly]

I opened the door for her.

She went in first. I should've gone in first.

[Russert] It's not your fault, Beau.

Hi, Beth.

Hi.

I, um,

I just came by to see how Beau was doing.

Well, he's gonna be all right.

How's Kay?

She's-- She's out of surgery.

Stanley?

Well, we're... We're waiting to hear.

I, uh, don't--

I don't know anything more than that.

Um...

If you need anything,

please call me, okay?

Thank you.

Thanks.

Um...

I can't stay, Beau.

I just wanted to make sure you were all right.

We're gonna go back tonight.

Sorry.

Glen Holton is five foot, nine inches tall.

He weighs 160 pounds.

He uses a nine millimetre semi-automatic,

so, please be careful.

Detective Drummond has been making a plan

with the Quick Response Team on how we should enter the train station.

Mitch?

We'll be focussing our approach on the custodian's room

at the far end of the basement hallway.

QRT will secure the interior of the station,

and then lead Detectives Bayliss and Pembleton

into the room itself.

Everyone involved in the raid will check their positions

with the other officers and the QRT Team at the station.

I want everybody to be absolutely clear on procedure.

If you have questions, ask.

Don't assume.

And don't leave anything to chance, okay?

- [Giardello] Lieutenant Russert? - [Russert] Yeah?

Two QRT guys will be placed in the line of fire,

with the green light to shoot the suspect, if necessary.

- Two guys, that's all? - Yeah.

Who knows what Holton is gonna do.

He might open fire, he might take hostages. What--

They're the experts on this, why don't we just let them do their job?

Okay, but I want Holton. I want to bring him down.

I don't want any mistakes, you understand?

Hold it, calm down, Detective.

What, are you telling me to calm down?

I don't believe I heard you correctly.

- Calm down? Calm down? - Mitch.

Listen, we're under a lot of stress right now,

all of us here, okay?

Frank. Come here.

So, what are you doing? This--

This is my responsibility, it's my investigation.

- No, Frank, it's not. - It's not?

Not everything that happens is your responsibility.

Not everything that goes wrong is your fault.

This is my case!

You're wrong.

- Suddenly I'm wrong? Suddenly-- - Yeah, yeah.

You're wrong, okay?

You may be the primary on this case,

but this case belongs to all of us.

Okay, don't put this all on yourself.

We are gonna get Holton.

We are gonna bring this case down!

But you let everyone do their job,

you do your job, give yourself a break,

and we'll get this bastard together.

- Together? - Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Okay, let's go, then.

[energetic rock music plays]

[machine beeping loudly]

[machines beeping]

[siren wails]

[song lyrics playing]

[machines beeping]

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[machines beeping]

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[tense music builds]

[high-energy rock song playing]

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[police dogs barking]

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[police dogs barking]

[chopper whirs distantly]

[drone of multiple choppers]

He's gone.

[choppers whir]

Last night, three veteran detectives

of the Baltimore City Police Homicide Unit

were viciously ambushed by a lone gunman

while serving an arrest warrant.

The detectives were in the process of arresting

one Glen Holton, who is believed to be

the murderer of Billy Borkin.

The detectives suffered severe wounds,

and were transported to Maryland Shock Trauma.

Mr. Holton is still at large,

- and is considered armed, and extremely dangerous. - [set clicks off]

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