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A great novel, a bowl of strawberry ice
cream, the phone off the hook. That's my

idea of a great Saturday night. Or a
catatonic, maybe.

Jesse, it's called relaxation. You
should try it sometime.

Relaxation isn't even in our vocabulary.
I'm an action guy, especially on

Saturday nights.

That's right. Bye.

Bye.

Gunshot wounds multiple. Two in the
abdomen, one in the arm, one in the

GCS of 223. He flatlined in transit. The
EMTs brought him back to trauma one.

That's all right, Jess. It's not mine.

You got a call about an officer
-involved shooting.

Yeah, Lieutenant Sloan. I'm the officer
-involved. The guy that got shots in

there. Came out of the gas station with
an eight cash in one hand and a Glock in

the other. Just when you decided to
drive in for a fill.

If he manages to pull through, I could
use you for backup and guard duty.

No problem.

Dispatch clears both for the night.

Pulse 116 is ready. BP is 60, pal. We've
got diminished breath sounds on the

right. We can use some more help in
here.

We've got a second big bore IV with
ringers lactate wide open.

Thoracin thesis, train a 36 wrench tube.
Got it. And nail down an OR.

I already called. All the ORs are taken.

Ain't you baiting?

Call them back and tell them we can't
wait on that OR.

All right, I'll try it. Where the hell
is Dr. Mason?

I haven't seen her since my shift
started.

Doyle, go find Mason now.

Sure thing, Doc. Nurse, I can use
another pair of hands here.

Take over the ambu bag? I got it.

He's crashing.

100 joules.

Charge.

Clear.

Nice flatline.

An amp of epi. I'm starting CPR.

No coronary artery disease?

None, and the lungs are fairly dry as
well.

Could it have been something mechanical?
Maybe the ventilator failed.

No, I spoke to the floor nurse, and she
told me the ventilator was fully

operational.

Mucus plug in the trachea. Are the
airways clear?

Well, you better check the small
airways. Something is not right here.

sometimes a patient dies, and you can't
quite explain it. Mr. Friedman here did

have cancer, and just last month there
was an emergency resuscitation.

He was in remission. His prognosis was
good.

This should not have happened.

Dr. Mark Sloan to ER staff.

Small airways.

I'll check them.

Rib spreader.

There it is.

Cardiac tamponade.

Mayo scissors.

We got rhythm, Jed.

I've got my finger on it. Small hole in
the atrium.

Give us a 306 with pledges.

Hey, I'll control the bleeder. You sew
him up.

His pressure's back to 100.

He's stabilized.

Dr. Travis, we have a 301.

It's about time.

Get him out of here. Cool. Bring him
around.

It's good work, guys.

You too, Jess.

Thanks for the assist.

You seem to be short one ER, Doctor.

Dr. Mason?

She disappeared again.

When you locate her, have her come and
see me, will you?

Okay.

Hey, when you were looking for those
packed cells, did you happen to see Dr.

Mason? No.

You paged her now.

Hey,

come on, officer. You've been here
before.

You know there's no smoking, okay?

Right.

That's, uh, no smoking even when there's
no doctors around.

Excuse me, but didn't I ask you to look
for Dr. Mason?

Hey, she's not easy to find.

Not when she doesn't want to be.

Check the doctor's lounge.

And the locker room? And the cafeteria?

Hey, the on -call room?

On -call room?

It's the room where doctors usually end
up sleeping after hour 34 of a 36 -hour

shift

Hey

Boy

married

I noticed you didn't say happily
married.

Do yourself a big favor, Braven, and
forget it. Forget what?

Whatever you're thinking.

With your people skills, how come you
never made detective, huh?

You can actually work on patient charts
in the middle of the ER?

Sometimes there's quiet if it's chaos.

Other times, it's just chaos.

What do we got? 27 -year -old female,
charcoal gold with a hint of blue.

Charcoal gold? A woman was engaging in a
little James Bond fantasy with her

husband. Respiration 40, labored and
shallow.

She's suffocating. Get her an exam on.

Mr. Bond, you stay right there.

Go down to the maintenance closet on
this road. Get me some industrial

Get the doors locked. Kick it down.

All right, on my count.

One, two, three.

Get a rebreather face mask on her and
start a femoral line if you can find one

under all that paint.

Just hold on.

We'll get that paint off. You'll be just
fine.

Oh, good work.

Yeah, well, administration's going to
want to talk to you about a door.

What can I do now?

Okay, I want you to wipe the solvent in
squares from her armpit down to the

waist, across the waist, and across the
collarbones.

Why the pattern?

Because the movie had it wrong. People
do not smother from being covered with

paint. But when the paint dries, it
contracts and hardens. And constricts

chest cavity so they can't breathe.

Why don't people ever watch the movie
all the way through?

Wouldn't have mattered anyway. They had
the science wrong.

Yeah, but she still died. I mean, could
have taken the hint.

Respirations are slowing.

She's moving more air.

Better?

Good, good.

Okay.

Wipe off the rest of the paint and be
sure to wash off the solvent because

otherwise you look like a boiled turnip
when she gets home.

Let's have a word with Mr.

007.

Your wife's going to be fine.

Next time, try diamonds or forever. A
lot safer.

Dr. Mason?

If you can sleep through that, you can
sleep through anything.

Mason.

Assuming he makes it out of recovery,
he'll be sent down to ICU.

We'll need a babysitter.

Want to flip a coin?

Why? I always lose.

Steve?

Dr. Mason is in the on -call room.
Somebody killed her.

Ravenhead after recovery.

Joukowsky, you're with me.

This is Dr. Mason, I assume.

ER resident. She's been missing a while.

Not anymore.

Oh, God.

Now at least I know why she wasn't
answering my page.

Hey.

Ooh, tough night in the ER? But the
operation was successful. The patient

But I could say the same for Mr.
Friedman.

Yes, well, about Mr.

Friedman. Mark, how do you do it?

Tarot cards, psychic visions, what?

The airways. You checked them. Mm -hmm.

This is what I found.

Fresh water?

That's impossible.

I agree. There's no way that fresh water
could have been introduced through the

small airways.

Unless it was intentional.

Excuse me.

County dispatch, medical examiner
Bentley.

Is this a joke?

No, I don't suppose it would be.

Do you have a name on the victim?

Good, I'm on my way.

On your way to a crime scene?

Yes, right here at Community General.

All right, let's step back, please.

Come on, there's nothing to see in
there. It's not. Come on, let's go.

thank you.

No, I'm sure. The last time I saw Dr.
Mason was before my shift.

And that would be when?

A little before seven.

You have any idea why someone would want
to kill her?

She stole everybody's lunches, hogged
the TV in the doctor's lounge.

I really don't know very much about her.
Outside of ER, she kept pretty much to

herself. Yeah, that's true. Dr. Mason
was not known for being outgoing and

friendly. Well, friendly or not, she's
been dead for about an hour.

Body's still warm, not much rigor
mortis.

No broken fingernails either. Not much
of a chance to defend herself.

Maybe she was attacked from behind.

And the ligature marks are indicative of
that.

Is there anything there that might
indicate who killed her?

I guess as good as anybody, Steve.

So are you done with me yet?

For now, but don't leave the hospital
without okaying it with me.

Well, I have about 11 hours left on my
shift, Lieutenant. I'm not really

planning on going anywhere.

So, what do we got?

One strangled doctor and zero suspects?

Or a hospital full of suspects?

For more than one murder, I'm afraid.

There was another suspicious death, Mr.

Friedman in the cancer unit.

How suspicious?

Enough to warrant an investigation.

Sloan? Hank?

Hank, calm down.

Are you sure?

Where?

Another body in Ward 3.

Hank?

Slow down, Hank.

Can you tell me who it is?

All right, we'll be there in just a
minute. Stay calm.

Dr. Sloan?

Hello? Hank?

Oh, thank God you're here, Dr. Sloan. I
opened the door and bang, there he was.

And right off, I know he's dead.

I had nothing to do with it, Dr. Sloan.
I swear, I did not touch that man. Take

it easy, Hank. Nobody's accusing you of
anything.

You saw a dead body where?

Yeah, in the stairwell right there.

See,

I've been around this hospital long
enough to know a dead person when I see

I tell you what, Hank, why don't you and
I take a seat over here, okay?

Yeah, okay.

N. Garroway, diabetic.

What was N. Garroway doing wandering
around the halls and falling down a

stairwell? You know, I don't think he
fell down anything. Take a look at him.

I don't see any cuts, scrapes, or
bruises.

No obvious broken bones. I think he was
dragged into this stairwell.

More like hidden.

And not too long ago, either.

Still drenched with sweat. Sure sign of
hypoglycemic insulin shock.

But caused by what? An IV of pure saline
solution?

I'm not so sure it was pure. I have a
feeling it was spiked, probably with

insulin. Well, that would cause him to
go into shock. I'll have it analyzed

right away.

You're saying two people were killed in
this hospital in one night?

Three, if I'm right about Friedman. And
apparently all about the same time.

Well, not exactly. What time did
Friedman die?

Working backwards from when the nurses
told me they discovered the body, I'd

have to put the time of death at about
six even. Dr. Mason died just over an

hour ago. At seven o 'clock.

How long was this man dead? 10, 15
minutes, you think?

Mm -hmm. About 8 p .m.

The same person that's killing all these
people. Sure you'll kill her.

Killing every hour on the hour.

If that's true, we've got less than 45
minutes before he kills again.

Doctor and a patient?

What kind of hospital is this? It's not
the hospital that's killing them.

Secure the area and let's clear these
people out of here.

I snagged a couple of guys to help out
downstairs, but with two crime scenes,

we're getting stretched pretty thin. I
already called it in. Backup's on the

way. Along with the second forensics
team, I hope.

All right,

all right. Come on, come on, come on.
Let's go. There's nothing for you to

all right? You feeling better?

Oh, I don't feel better until I get the
hell out of here.

Well, as soon as the rest of the
detectives get here, we'll take your

and you can go home, okay?

His statement isn't the only one I'm
going to need. I'll set it up so you can

interview all the patients on this
floor. Along with all the doctors,

orderlies, anybody who might have seen
anything.

What about the visitors? Is there any
way to track them?

I didn't think so.

Visiting hours are from 2 till 10.

Which means the killer could have come
in and out at any time tonight.

You're going to randomly kill a cancer
patient, an ER doctor, and a diabetic.

I get a feeling it's not random.

There's got to be something they all
have in common.

Well... I've checked the patient files
on Friedman and Garroway. Nothing ties

them together. Job, family, nothing.

Maybe they thought he was doing them a
favor, like a mercy killing.

Is that possible?

Well, not unless the killer had a very
peculiar view of mercy, because Friedman

was in remission and Garroway was well
on his way to recovery.

Hey, I remember him now. And Garroway,
and for Nathan.

Dr. Mason and I caught him in the ER. He
was in pretty bad shape.

Severe head injuries, ruptured spleen,
bruised heart.

He coded. We shocked him back. So Dr.
Mason had a connection to Garroway.

Yeah, but so did a dozen other people in
ER.

Doyle was one of them.

Mr. Attitude, what about him?

Well, Doyle was a floater. He drew war
duty in between ICU and ER.

You know, all the patients were cross
-referenced with the names of the

employees on duty at the time. Look at
that.

Wow, Doyle was on call in the cancer
unit when Friedman died. And he was in

3 about the time Garroway died.

Yeah, it's pretty thin, guys. I can hear
Doyle's PD right now. It's all sheer

coincidence.

Is it a coincidence that Dr. Mason
reported him to the disciplinary

last week? For what exactly?

Dealing a patient's watch.

Claimed he just found it and that he was
going to return it.

Mason didn't believe him, and I don't
imagine he was very happy about that.

I'd like to find out exactly how unhappy
he was. That's a good idea.

And while you're doing that, I'll try to
track down Amanda.

I've asked her to review all the
deceased patient files from the last

You think there could be more killings
that we don't know about?

Jesse, at this point, I don't know what
to think.

Except we're running out of time.

These are the deceased patient files for
the last couple of days.

Well, most of them, anyway.

Whoa, I need all of the files. And now,
where's the rest of them? They're on

their way.

Well, have them sent to the PATH lab.

Look, this stuff is going to be in the
computer in a day or two anyway. What's

the rush, you know?

They're dead, right?

Nurse Piva, just get me the files. I
don't have time for a debate.

No kidding.

Not the way people are dropping around
here.

People dropping?

Someone else besides Dr. Mason has been
killed?

Yeah, they just found a guy from Ward 3.

Just get those files to my path lab and
stat.

Dr. Bentley, if something is going on...
We'll talk about it later.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Looks like you've got quite a busy night
lined up for yourself.

Not the evening I had planned.

Then, um, how about planning another
night with me?

Next Saturday.

Uh, Officer Braven...

How do you figure I'd segue from a
simple thank you to a sure, I'd love to

out with you?

Well, we got off to such a good start, I
figure, why not build on it?

I'm thinking you, me, dinner, Del
Florius.

Funny, I was thinking me, alone, in my
pathology lab.

All right, well, that's all right for
tonight, but I didn't hear a definite no

on Saturday.

You're hearing it now.

Definitely no.

Bye -bye.

Dr. Travis, I just heard that someone
else was killed up on Ward 3.

Hospital Grapevine moves faster than
email. You have something you want to

us, Nurse Beaver?

Yeah.

I'm scared.

And I want to know what you're doing to
stop it.

Listen, a raised voice and a sense of
panic doesn't help the situation any,

okay? I'm sorry, Doctor. I don't know
what to do.

If you want to do something, you can
tell us where Doyle is right now.

Doyle?

ICU.

Not in the least.

Hey, why don't you kick it while you're
at it?

Everybody else does.

I went swimming this morning, and it
reminded me of our first family reunion.

It was the summer that we went to Bear
Lake, wasn't it?

And you wanted to teach me how to swim.

But Mom didn't think you could do it.

Remember?

I guess we should hurt.

Doyle, we need to talk.

About what?

I'm pretty busy.

Let's stick it out in the corridor,
okay?

So why don't you want to talk to me,
Doyle?

You got something to hide?

Don't tell me.

You found this and you were on your way
to return it.

What happened?

That bitch Mason figured me before she
got off?

Oh, you had a problem with Dr. Mason?

Who didn't?

Ask Dr. Travis.

He was ready to lay into her tonight.

He's right. Her behavior has been
erratic lately.

Erratic? Man, ever since she came back,
she's been bizarre.

And where did she go that made her
bizarre?

She almost drowned about six months ago.

Yeah, and they brought her back from the
dead.

She wasn't a zombie, Doyle. They
resuscitated her. You call it whatever

want. All I know is when Mason came
back, she was a she -devil.

Always on everybody's case about this,
about that, and then flaking off her own

self. Well, she's not coming back this
time.

She's permanently dead.

Hey, I know where this is going.

I didn't kill her.

If you want to prove that, Doyle, all
you need is an alibi.

I didn't kill her.

Sorry. A couple of stitches, you'll be
fine. No, I won't be fine until I'm out

of this madhouse. Ow.

Okay.

I like the way you handled yourself,
Officer Braven. I did what I was

to do. I stayed at my post.

Nice post, but she doesn't look like
your type.

She's not married. She's not a nurse.

I see you've taken a real interest in
me.

I'm flattered.

You got a key?

Just knock three times.

Hi. Mind if we come in?

Aren't you guys on duty?

We are. Doing inventory and stuff.

Well, maybe you can take a minute and
help me establish the whereabouts of Mr.

Doyle earlier this evening. Round seven.

Let me see. Me and Wilkins were in
maternity.

And Nash, you were in four to four,
right?

Come on, you guys.

You took me for 72 bucks.

At least you can back me up here.

Hey,

full house.

When did community general start
stocking these?

This isn't getting back to our
supervisor, is it?

Probably.

You got that guy pretty quickly, Ted.

I'm impressed.

Unfortunately, I didn't get what I was
after.

I did get this, though.

You recognize it?

Doesn't look like that guy's style, does
it?

It's my grandfather's.

Are you sure?

Yeah, my brother and I, we gave it to
him for his birthday. It was in here,

but... Well, normally I'd have to keep
this for evidence, but since Doyle has

already confessed...

Thank you.

My grandfather would be lost without
this.

So would I.

Thank you.

Well, he would thank you, too, if he
could.

Well, I hope all the commotion didn't
disturb him.

Oh, no.

He's been through the Great Depression
and World War II and three strokes. I'm

sure a little commotion didn't bother
him much.

Well, you know, at least not now.

Well, I'd better go.

If there's anything else I can do...
I'll make sure the little Eddie's well

taken care of.

Not again.

I like your style, Lieutenant.

Why don't you pick it up? Bad reruns of
the love boat?

It's not about style, Raven. It's about
doing the job.

And take my word for it.

You're not her type. Well, you may be
right, but it's always worth a shot.

You were supposed to be on ward three
secure in a crime scene, Joukowsky.

I kind of got lost looking for a
bathroom.

And you missed the one at the end of the
hall on three.

Well, like I said, I got lost.

I don't know my way around this place.

What can I say?

You might try the truth.

You and me, Lieutenant, aren't we on the
same team?

Why am I getting interrogated here?

It's not an interrogation, Jarkowski.
It's an ass -chewing.

I do my job. Yeah, but not tonight,
you're not.

I've got three murders and nothing else
but questions. I need people I can

depend on.

I went out into the parking lot for a
smoke.

I'm sorry.

Well, sorry he doesn't get it done. I
want you on three doing your job.

You need a map.

Yeah, just don't turn me into Boris
Karloff, all right? Ow.

That broken nose should heal just fine,
but you'll have a couple of black eyes

for a few days.

Thanks, Doc.

Five milligrams of Vicodin for the
officer.

Any serious damage?

They'll survive.

How'd it go with Doyle?

I knew it couldn't be that easy.

Are

you

sure about Courtney?

Yeah, died at 3 o 'clock, almost to the
minute in the party after unit of heart

failure. And then at 4 o 'clock, we lost
Mr. Ortiz due to a severe drug

reaction. And at 5 o 'clock, Miss
Randolph in the cancer unit.

And another cardiac arrest.

That's a death every hour on the hour.

Six hours running.

What are the odds it's not murder?

And why?

Why did the killer pick those people?
Why did he pick those people out of the

hundreds in this hospital?

And why the clockwork approach?

Why is he killing them every hour on the
hour?

They just took Doyle into custody.

For killing Dr. Mason? No, theft.

He's been stealing from patients.

But he's got a solid alibi for the time
Mason was killed. Well, that's too bad.

I was hoping he was our guy. Yeah, we
could have wrapped this up. I'm afraid

may just complicate things.

According to Doyle, there are a lot of
people out there who had a reason to

Dr. Mason dead.

Why? I mean, I know she was difficult,
but... Apparently, she had some kind of

near -death experience.

And not a good one. It radically changed
her personality.

That's it.

That's the link right there. It's been
right in front of us.

Friedman, cardiac arrest last month, no
life signs for three minutes before he

was resuscitated.

Garroway, resuscitated in the ER four
weeks ago.

And Courtney, triple bypass surgery,
died on the table and was revived. You

the pattern? All these people, they
cheated death.

So the killer is simply completing a
process the hospital has interrupted.

The process of dying, exactly. Are you
sure all these people had near -death

experiences? Yes.

Whoever this killer is, he's on a
mission.

Which explains the hourly thing. It's
part of his ritual.

Probably sees himself as the angel of
death. You know, killing people this way

is his destiny.

Catching those who have cheated their
preordained fate.

Okay. And that brings us back to the big
question.

Who is he?

Whatever he is, Captain, he's killing
someone every hour on the island.

Yes, sir, we have made the connection.
All the victims have had near -death

experiences.

I'm sorry, Captain, I'm losing my
battery.

Captain, we need all the units you can
spare right away.

Can you hear me, Captain Newman?

Damn it.

Shut down the ICU.

Nobody gets in or out without my okay.

How many ORs are you using right now?

How many of those are critical, do you
think?

How many operations do you have
scheduled?

No, no, not just the doctors, everyone.

I need a complete list of all the
employees who clocked in at 3 o 'clock.

Yes, including you. And if I don't get
that list in two minutes, you won't be

it tomorrow.

Any help on the way?

Yeah, it's going to take a while.

We don't have a while. Half an hour,
maybe. I know, Dad, but... We can't

around doing nothing. The stalker's
probably looking for his next victim

now. So we get the hell out. We evacuate
the hospital now.

We don't know if that's going to stop
the killer. He might murder somebody in

the parking lot or on an ambulance.

So we take that risk. I mean, we're no
closer to finding the killer or his next

victim than we were half an hour ago.
That's not true, Jesse. Whoever killed

Mason must have known her. Now, I'm
getting a complete list of all the

who clocked in at 3 o 'clock. If the
killer is an employee, then how do we

that the murders began when his shift
started and not one, two, or three hours

into it? Well, we don't. I've locked
down the ICU. At least the patients most

risk will be safe.

Well, just because someone's in critical
condition doesn't mean that they've

cheated death before.

How do we know that those patients are
any worse off than any other patient? We

don't. Well, then we are nowhere and
someone else is going to die.

We don't know anything.

Well, we've got to make some choices,
right or wrong, and hope one of them

works. All right, we evacuate the
hospital.

No, pandemonium works in favor of the
killer.

We've got to somehow take charge of this
situation.

How? What way, Mark?

Jesse, I want you to isolate all of the
hospital guests and clerical personnel

down in the cafeteria.

Okay.

Contact operations haven't closed out
all the elevators except this one.

I'll try to cancel all the non -critical
operations and any ORs that are active.

I'll just lock them down with the
doctors and the patients in sight.

Steve, can you get an officer posted to
guard the stairwells? We haven't got

enough, ma 'am. I'll help you with what
you can.

I hope it's enough.

That's the ER.

Must be a major accident.

Mark, you'd better go to the OR. All the
patients are vulnerable.

I'll call you in an emergency.

Apartment house fire. Four ambulances
coming in. At least three serious

injuries. I alert the OR and blood bank
and set up traumas one and two.

Jess, we've only got 20 minutes. We'll
do the best we can.

I got three right behind me.

What you got?

Okay, 30 -year -old male. First and
second degree burns. Torso in both

extremities. Looks like flashpoint
injuries.

All right, IV sailing. Get him in trauma
one and notify the burn center.

70 -year -old female, fall injuries,
suspected fractured ankles, with 30 cuts

and bruises. All right, admit her and
transport her to x -ray. I'm going to

to get AP and lateral films on both
those ankles.

Got another one here for triage.

30 -year -old female, smoke inhalation.

Let's keep her on oxygen, 5 liters per
minute. We're going to need CXR and call

respiratory.

One more.

That should be it.

What have you got?

Crushing chest injury, smoke inhalation,
third -degree burns, over 80 % of his

body. Give him the trauma tube. Dad.

Saline compresses. Let's call a thoracic
surgeon and contact Dr. Ethan in

plastic. No.

Okay, here we go.

Relax. It's under control.

Well, no, it isn't. How are we going to
run this hospital and stop the next

murder at the same time?

Well, we can't. I mean, you're trying to
control an uncontrollable situation.

We can't just shut down the hospital.
You know, we can't do it. Jesse, we have

to try.

Dad, it'll take an army of cops to do
that, and we just don't have one yet.

The police.

You know you're here more than anyone.

Well, I swear I didn't do it.

No, I mean there's a constant stream of
police officers in and out of here all

the time.

Did any of the police officers have any
contact with those victims?

Officer Braven. He was here the night
Garraway had his accident.

It was a major accident. Of course, a
cop would have come with him. But he's

always in the hospital, always hitting
on the nurses and the female doctors.

Did Braven ever hit on Dr.

Mason?

Well, yeah.

I even think they went out a couple of
times.

But he could have had access to the
patient files through her. And right now

he's got complete access to ICU.

All right, call security.

Just in case Raven isn't our man, I want
to isolate the guest and the clerical

personnel. Then shut down all non
-critical operations. I'm on it.

He came in and there was that poor
little kitten that had this

clothespin on his tail. It was just
yowling.

He's dead.

If you're right about this guy, I don't
want to tip him off.

Drop it, Raven.

It's over.

Back off.

Let me die.

Over here. Get me some bandages.

I can't believe you shot him.

I was just talking to him.

Get me Dr.

Travis.

Don't save me.

That's when it starts.

What starts? What do you mean? When
people come back.

The ones around them have to pay.

We need a gurney stat.

Look, we've got a gunshot wound victim
down the hall. We need it now.

And get some betadine and a central line
IV set. And set up some O negative.

You heard him. I need a gurney. Okay.

A wound in the groin.

The master of hemorrhoids.

Pressure on it.

We can set up an IV. He's lost a lot of
blood. No time, Jesse. We need to get

him to the ER.

Look, we've got a gurney on the way. My
dad.

Never the same.

After what?

After they brought him back?

Killed my mom.

Tried to kill me, hurt my sister.

Hurt everybody around us.

Is that what you're doing?

Protecting the innocent?

Nobody should die more than once.

It is not right.

Five murders in as many hours.

How'd you do it, Raven?

How'd you pull it off?

All right.

On my count.

One, two, three.

You got shot, Sloan.

You died and he brought you back.

You're still going to have to pay.

Everybody does.

What's the prognosis?

Ten, twelve minutes.

Barely take him to nine o 'clock.

Perfect timing.

that look. You get that look, we've got
trouble.

What time did you get to the ER?

Uh, with the perp, just after 8 o
'clock.

And what time did Braven come in?

Right after me.

Then he could have killed Freeman at 6
and Dr. Mason at 7. He wasn't even in

hospital when Garrowley died.

Mm -mm.

Braven had a partner.

He wasn't working alone.

Might commit another murder in the next
ten minutes. We have no idea where to

start looking. I'll check the crime
scene. Maybe forensics has come up with

something that'll give us a lead. I'll
keep an eye on Officer Brave in case he

should pull through. He'll never talk.

You don't know how much I wish you were
wrong.

Got a 30 -year -old white man with two
gunshot wounds in the abdomen. Start

big -bore ID.

Pressure is 80, pal. I'm going to need
five units of Paxil.

Abdomen's distended significant bleeding
there.

At least his chest is clear.

The main problem is in his groins. What
about exit wounds?

I don't see any.

He's arrested.

Stop breathing.

All right, listen to me.

Let's get that defib over here.

We have court been cleared.

Glad you guys finally got here.

Oh, it's been that kind of night.

You got a team in the on -call room
downstairs?

And another one should be arriving at
the cancer unit any time now.

You must feel pretty special, Lieutenant
Sloan.

Not every day you get a chance to shoot
another cop.

I had no choice.

Yeah, like Braven had no choice when he
saved my butt a dozen times? Now's not

the time to talk about it, Joukowsky.
We've still got a killer on the loose in

the hospital.

After it's over... You'll stay away from
me if you have any sense.

No pulse, no rhythm at all. Should we
crack his chest?

It's too late, Jess.

Even when we had written the EKG
displayed ST changes, it indicated a

MRI. Probably precipitated by
hemorrhagic shock.

Thoracotomy would be futile.

Let's call it.

852.

You know you're not needed here anymore.
I want to do you some rest.

Shame the on -call room's out of action,
huh?

What's your ETA?

Great. That third team is coming in.
Maybe five minutes away. Great. They'll

here just in time for our next murder.

Meet them in the cancer unit.

Thank you.

Well, there goes our only chance of
finding the second killer.

Who must know that Braven's been shot?

Yeah, by Steve.

What?

Do you remember what Braven said just
before he passed out?

Yeah, something about Steve being
brought back. He knew about Steve being

Which gives the second killer two very
good reasons to go after Steve.

We'd better find him.

Sloan was vetted down to the cancer unit
the last time I saw him.

Mark, I heard you caught the killer.
You're only half right, Amanda. There

two of them. And Steve could be the next
target.

Oh, that's right. Steve's phone's dead.

Page him.

I'll go on down to the cancer unit.

Call Dr.

Travis at the nurse's station on Ward 3
right away.

Remember that policeman you killed?

Officer Braven? That was my brother.

Shit!

It's almost nine.