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[gun cocks]

[Woody]
So then the guy has to decide,

either kiss the elephant
or eat the worm.

[Jordan]
He has to kiss the elephant?

[Woody]
Right smack on the mouth.

God, that is so wrong.

Reality TV just
makes me wanna gag.

You kidding?
It's compelling drama, Jordan.

Real people
in real situations.

It's like-- Reality.

Yeah. Which is the last thing
I need after a hard day's work.

Just give me some fake people
with fake boobs

and fake jobs any day.

He really--
he kissed the elephant?

She seemed to like it
actually.

Hey, Lu, hi.
What do we got?

We got two down.

It was a final stop
in a high-speed pursuit.

Perp one was the driver.

Two patrolmen cornered him
in the alley.

He bolted from his car,
turned back, and fired.

Hit anyone?

Patrolman Bellamy
caught it in his Kevlar.

His partner
returned fire.

Look, Lu, we're gonna
be working together,

and it's gonna get weird

if we can't at least
say hello or good-bye.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Woody.
No hellos, no good-byes,

and as little as possible
in between.

Where's body number two?

The second unit was just pulling
up as the shots were fired.

They realized there was
a passenger still in the car.

All four officers
approached.

And?

The passenger
was nonresponsive,

so they drew weapons and
they ordered a show of hands.

And--Jordan, he drew on them.

They didn't have a choice.

All four opened up.

He's just a kid.

[background chatter]

Jordan, we--
we gotta cover the bodies.

Something like this
doesn't go down well.

Four cops unloading
on an eight-year-old?

I can see why.

My partner and I were on patrol
when the call came in--

all available units.

So you joined the pursuit
in progress.

We were just pulling up

as suspect one was firing
on the other two officers.

What happened next?

We were all pretty
shook up after that.

I noticed someone was hiding
back in the car--

at least it looked like
he was hiding.

I never occurred to me
he might be just--

small.

It's Connor, right?
Yes, sir.
Connor Greco.

Just take it slow,
Connor.

Walk me through
what happened.

Uh, we drew weapons.
Approached.

Show us your hands!

Show us your hands
and step out of the vehicle!

And the door just flung open.

I--we didn't know
he was a kid, I swear.

We just--all we saw
was his arm shoot out,

pointing a gun.

Who fired first?

It was--it went fast.

This is important--
who fired first?

He did. The boy.

Twice.

Perp one is
Russell Wilkes, 30.

I called it in.

He's currently wanted
on drug charges

and he's been sent up twice.Trying to outrun
his third stint.

Anything on the boy?

Jamaar Wilkes.
Probably Russell's son.

His photo's here
in his wallet.

At least
30 entrance wounds.

It's contagious fire.

Once the shooting starts,
no one knows when to stop.

She here yet?
She's coming up.

What's our time frame?

Lu said she could hold
the press back

till the mother's notified--
after that, expect a blitz.

She here?Comin' up.

Just got your message.
I'm not on the schedule.

The schedule's changed.
You're on now.

This case is about to become
very high-profile.

The sooner we know
exactly what happened,

the better we can address
the accusations

that'll undoubtedly fly.

My neighborhood's
a powder keg too.

Bug's with Jordan on the boy.
Kate and Nigel, take the father.

We've got maybe one hour
before this is breaking news

on every TV
in Massachusetts.

Let's try and stay ahead
of the avalanche.

So it looks like we're
gonna be working together.

Hope we can do this
amicably.

It's about the work, Nigel,
amicable or not.

Prep for Trace.
I'll be in my office.

[groans]

Hey. Hey.

You waiting to see
the captain?

Yeah.

Next few weeks are gonna
be the worst in your life.

Thing like this...

you don't get over it easy.

You were protecting

your buddies' lives out there,
Connor.

You did what you
were trained to do.

Ms. Caullings?

I never should have
let him get in that car.

I always knew his father

would end up getting him
killed one day.

I know this is difficult
for you.

Here you go.

But if you just start
at the beginning--

just tell me everything
that happened this morning.

It was about 7:30.

And Jamaar
was brushing his teeth

and getting ready
for school.

Then his dad shows up,
unannounced, as usual.

And he said
he would take him.

You and Mr. Wilkes
share custody?

I dated Russell Wilkes
for three months.

He just comes around
every couple of years

when he decides he wants
to be a father again.

Do you know exactly
what Jamaar took with him?

His backpack.

Lunch box.
His homework.

Miss Caullings,
do you...have a handgun

in the house?
Of course not!

I don't understand.

What's that got to do
with anything?

Is somebody gonna tell me
what's going on?

Do you have any leads
at all?

Leads?

When, the...

officers
came to your house,

what exactly
did they tell you?

They said that there
had been a shooting,

and that Jamaar was dead

and that I needed
to come talk to you.

Detective, who shot my son?

[woman]
He was the sweetest
boy in the world.

He never caused any trouble.

My grandson did not deserve
to die like this,

shot down like an animal![sobbing]

[male reporter]
Coming as it does on the heels
of recent tensions

between the police
and the black community,

the shooting of eight-year-old
Jamaar Wilkes has caused--

[female reporter]
Protests are forming

as many voice suspicion of
police accounts of the shooting.

In black churches and community centers across this city,

some are using the word
cover-up

to describe
what occurred here today.

[remote control clatters]This city is about to combust.

You take 300 years
of racial tension,

four cops and 33 bullets
and...kaboom.

Appreciate the optimism.[cell phone rings]

Macy.

Well, I--that--that's
not gonna be possible.

Paul, it just takes time to--

Oh, sh-she did?

She did, did she?
[knocking]

Okay, well, I'll--

We'll be there.

I understand you completed
your autopsy

and your results support
the police.

How do I know that?

I heard it from
the governor's office.

You wanna tell me
how the governor

got autopsy results
before I did?
They called.

I saw no reason to lie.

Okay, you see, it's called
chain of command.

I don't give a damn
who hired you.

If you leak results
one more time,

I swear to God, your ass is
gonna hit the pavement so hard,

they're gonna hear it
in Lowell.

Do you understand?
Do you understand?

Yeah, I hear you.Because of you,

we're being called to testify
by the end of the day.

That's a deadline I'm not sure
everyone on this case will meet.

I apologize if I work
faster than Jordan.

Next time, I'll try
to pace myself.

[electronic beeping]

[Bug] Ballistics from the boy's gun are coming up.

[Bug sighs]

Slam dunk.

It's just hard to believe.

Jamaar did not get that gun
from his mom's place.

So what kind of man
picks his son up for school

and hands him a 9-mil?

A bad man? [Garret] Where are we?

GSR on his hand, and Jamaar's
prints were on the gun.

And striations match two slugs
found on a wall in the alley

right behind where the
police officers were standing.

Better move on the autopsy.

I need a report at my desk
by 5:00.

Police Review Board
scheduled a hearing at 6:00.

We need more time
to do this right.

We're talking trajectories
on 33 bullets,

full fluoroscopy,
building a time line--

I feel your pain Jordan,

but I've got a governor
breathing down my neck,

a new M.E. undermining
my authority,

and a special prosecutor
trying to open my jugular.

Report at 5:00.
Testimony at 6:00.

[crowd]
No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

I can say with a reasonable
degree of certainty

that Russell Wilkes
fired at Officer Bellamy

before he was fired upon.

[woman]
On what do you base
that opinion?

It's simply unlikely
that Mr. Wilkes

could have discharged
his firearm so accurately

once those four slugs
entered his chest.

You also reviewed
the forensic evidence

on Jamaar Wilkes.

Yes, I did.

Uh, a total of 48 slugs
were discharged on the scene,

33 of which
made contact with the body.

Eight of those were fired
from Officer Bellamy's gun.

Ten were fired from the gun
of Officer Koontz,

six were fired
from Officer Greco's gun,

and nine were fired
by Officer Vanderleest.

And in your judgment, which
of these was the fatal shot?

Shots 4, 5, 10, and 19 lacerated
the right carotid artery.

Uh, shots 20 through 28
entered the lungs.

Shots 12, 13, 14, and 29
shattered the spinal column.

Shots 11, 30, and 31 entered the heart.

The question, Dr. Cavanaugh,
is which caused the fatality?

We're talking about
a 59-pound child

shot at point-blank range.

At least 28 of those bullets
could have been fatal.

[Lopez]
Did the handgun found
beside the boy

yield any evidence
of value?

Fingerprints
on the 9-millimeter

matched those taken
from Jamaar's body.

And GSR on his hand indicates that he had fired the weapon.

That's a lie.
You're all liars.

My baby didn't
shoot that gun.

[Lopez]
Dr. Cavanaugh,
is it accurate to say

that your findings
support the view

that the boy fired
at the officers,

that the police on scene
did, in fact,

follow proper protocol?

[whispering in courtroom]

Dr. Cavanaugh.Yeah. Uh...

[commotion]Yes. It appears that Jamaar
fired the gun.

[people clamoring]

[TV announcer]
After hours of testimony
by police, CSU,

and the medical examiner's
office,

the chairperson
of the Police Review Board

addressed a tense and crowded
hearing room with the following.

[Lopez]
As tragic as the death
of Jamaar Wilkes is,

there is no evidence that
police protocol was breached.

The officers fired
only when fired upon.

"We, therefore, see no cause
for disciplinary action

"to be taken against
the officers

involved in this
regrettable incident."

[horns honking,
people yelling]

[chanting]
No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

33 bullets, Lu.

That little boy's insides
were so decimated,

you couldn't tell one organ
from another.

No justice, no peace.

I wouldn't stick around
too long if I were you.

[sirens blaring]

Kate, we've got to
get out of here, come on.

[Lu]
Jordan!

[Lu continues yelling]

[coughing]

[Lt. Johnson]
All right, people,
give me your ears.

I need an EDT report
on Essex.

QRS team right behind.

Homicide, drug and gang,

undercover--tonight
everyone's in uniform.

It's about a police presence.
It's about being seen.

This thing is far
from over, people.

I need every available
on the street.

[man]
You got it.

Hey, man. What are you
still doing here?

You should be home by now.

I was heading out, man.
My bike's parked outside.

No come on,
I'll give you a ride.

You're a little too famous

to be traveling alone
on a night like this.

[Johnson]
Getting nasty out there, people.

Move in teams, wear a vest.
Be safe.

[glass shatters,
woman screams]

Now what?
I'll try Federal.

We just tried Federal.
Federal is blocked.

That was Devonshire.
Half the streets are barricaded.

The other half's a war zone.

You said you could get us back,
and you insisted on driving.

Out of the car now!
Move! Hurry up!

Now, move!
Get out of the car.Okay. Okay.

Hurry up!
[Nigel]
Okay. Okay.

You, too. Move!
You hear what I said?

Get out the car!
Hurry up.
Hey!

Open the door and get out.
What's wrong with you?

You hear what I said?
Hurry up!

[Nigel]
Out of the car.

I can't believe this!
You let him steal my car!

I saved your life![gunshot]

[man]
Get out of here!
I'm gonna kill you all!

[gunshots continue]

All I'm saying is the police
shouldn't waste any time

if we're moving in strong.

It's called crowd control.

When a mob gets violent,
you have to act fast

to break up
the group think.

Beating people
to stop violence

makes about as much sense
as bombing for peace.

What would you suggest they do,
hold hands and sing Kumbaya?

I don't know.Then save the criticism
till you do.

'Cause those officers
are out there tonight

risking their lives
for this city.
I know, Lu. I--

Can I catch up with you
later?

Ms. Caullings,
I'm Jordan Cavanaugh--

I know who you are.

I can't tell you
how sorry I am.

He was a builder.

You know how some kids
are about riding their bikes

or playing ball?

Jamaar was about building.

He'd sit in his room making log
cabins out of Popsicle sticks.

Model airplanes.

Anything he could get
his hands on.

[sniffs]

You really believe what you
said at that hearing?

That he shot a gun
at those officers?

Uh...

that's what
the evidence indicated.

I know Jamaar.

And he wouldn't do that.

You're wrong,
Dr. Cavanaugh.

You made a mistake.

[Garret]
As most of you know,
the violence has spread.

The governor has issued
a dusk till dawn curfew.

No one's gonna leave
the morgue until morning.

We're in the hot zone, but
this is a government building,

so you will have
police protection.

The good news is we're safe,
and we're together.

If any of you are inclined to
pray, now would be a good time.

That's it.

So, uh...

we're in lockdown now.

Yeah, looks like it.

There's no way I'm gonna
stay here all night.

How long do you think
it's gonna be

before this morgue
goes up in flames?

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Just, um...

just feeling
a little claustrophobic.

Come on. We've pulled
all-nighters before.

You'll be fine. [TV announcer]
...violence are now citywide.

No district is safe
from the clashes

that have every available
police and fire unit

on the streets tonight.

Rioting has intensified...

Please!

Please, my husband!

Help me!Call it in! Code one.

Sir? Sir.

You all right?
Can you hear me?

You all right?Yes.

You wanna tell me
what this is about?

Protection.
It's registered.

I'll just hold on
to it for you, okay?

Dispatch says no-go.

What? Fire and medical won't come inside the zone.

An ambulance was shot at.
The driver got hit.

[young man]
I need help.
I think my arm's broken.

We're gonna need doctors.

Come on, sir.
You ready?

Here we go.

[groaning]
Come on.
I got ya.

[Jordan]
See this discoloration?

His trigger finger
appears bruised.

An artifact like that takes
about 12 hours to manifest,

which means it probably
occurred around time of death.

From pulling the trigger.

It wouldn't have happened if
he'd fired that gun on his own.

It could, however,
if somebody

wrapped his finger around the
trigger and pulled, postmortem.

Jordan, it's a big jump.
One bruise on a finger,

and you're telling me
those four cops framed him?

A lot of cops carry
a drop gun, Lu.

We both know that.

There's more. [typing]

There was a thin veneer of sweat
on his palm, as you'd expect.

But suspended in the
perspiration was something else:

small specks,
nearly microscopic.

The mass spectrometer identified
it as cheap black paint,

probably manufactured
in China.

But the 9-millimeter

had a plain wooden grip
with no black paint.

And that tells us what?

He was clutching something
very tightly in his hand

when he died,
and it was not that gun.

I was in sight four minutes
after that shooting.

I spent the day poring over
every shred of evidence.

There was nothing in the
perp's car, in the police cars,

at the scene
or brought in by CSU

that fits that description.

Then maybe it's still
in the alley.

[glass shatters]

Come on.

We'll hole up in here
just till things calm down.

That--that could
take a week.

Have you got
any better ideas?

Yes. We keep going until
we get back to the morgue!

[gunshots]

It's too dangerous
out there.

There's ten blocks.
We'll never make it.

We're staying here.

No, we're going back!

You got my car stolen!

Yes. Yes, I did.
In fact, you know what?

I planned the whole thing.

The guy with the gun--
he's a dear, personal friend.

You are buying me
a new car!
You're bleeding.

This is crazy! You cannot
leave this building tonight.

You said it yourself.

Within minutes, that alley
was crawling with uniforms.

There's no way evidence
was smuggled out of there.

Whatever it was,
it's still at the scene.

And if it's there now,
it'll be there tomorrow.

By morning it'll be
contaminated, if not burned.

Those four could still
go back and clean up.

Jordan, there is
a riot going on!
Yes, yes!

A riot brought on by a lie--
a lie that I helped to tell.

Hey, there's nowhere
else to take them.

Can't get 'em to a hospital.
EMTs won't come into the zone.

Bug, Garret, anybody,
we need help in reception.

We walked for blocks, picking up
injured along the way.

[Jordan] Okay, how many, five? 11.

Right this way. Come on.
Just come with me.

[woman]
All available hands, please.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where are you going?

Back to the crime scene.
It's important.

So is staying alive.

She doesn't speak English.

Her granddaughter
can translate for her.

Uh, can--can you tell me
where it hurts?

[crowd murmuring]

Connor, stay put.
I'll be back in 20.

I'm going with you.
End of discussion.

[girl]
We were locking up the store.

Some guys came in
and took some radios,

and my grandmother
ran after them with her cane.

Yeah, I know. I should have
seen the other guy, right?

Excuse me?

She has a--
a mild concussion.

So try to keep her still.
I'll get you an ice pack, okay?

Thank you.

[man]
We were just terrified.

We were just driving home.
These men, these hoodlums,

they threw a brick through
our windshield, and we crashed.

That's where the officer
found you?There were three of them.

They must have run off
when they saw the police.

We were sure they were
gonna kill us both.

Like a pack
of wild animals!

We gonna have
to suture this up.

There are a lot of
badly injured out there.

I've tried hospitals, PD,
the mayor, FEMA.

Circuits are down.
The city's in chaos.

Okay. Just hold still
for a second.

[man groans loudly]

Man, some jackhole
shot me!

All right, I get it.

My leg, man. I think there's
a bullet in my leg.

Bullet, leg.

Can you just suffer
a little more quietly, please?

Are you a real doctor?

'Cause you is not acting like
a real doctor.

Hold still.
I think I see something.

Just don't move at all.What is it?

A bullet.
You've been shot.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you!

Well, you're right!

Ah, no.

You ever been on a real
body before, man?

I gotta eat.

Cupcakes or snowballs.
What's your pleasure?

I don't do well
with processed sugar.

Well, I'm afraid
you're gonna starve.

Ow.

So how long
have you suffered...

from ACS?

Ann Coulter Syndrome,

wherein the afflicted gains strength

through the hatred of others?

Niceness is overrated.

Ow!

I never saw the point.
It's all based on...

lies anyway.

"How are you?"
"Have a nice weekend."

The truth is, I don't
give a crap how you are

or what kind of weekend
you had.

You're a bucket of sunshine.

Ow!

I gotta eat something
or I'm gonna pass out.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Yeah, right.
The sugar.

It brings up anger.
I have some rage issues.

Ooh, there's a shocker.

We're up in my crib, right,
just layin' low.

Next thing,
I hear this big crash.

I went out to the street
to see what was going on.

This Hispanic dude

is all twisted up
inside his pickup.

So I go over there and try
to help him out.

He starts shootin'
at us, man!

Ain't this supposed to be
the city of brotherly love?

That's Philadelphia.

And this is gonna hurt.

[screams]

I need another doctor, man!

Well, you're stuck with me!

I don't want to
be here either, okay?Everything okay?

No.
Yes.

Bullet in his gastrocnemius.

Vasculature was intact,
so I went in after it.

I wasn't talking about him.
Excuse us, would you?

Come here.

[tool clatters]

[man muttering]
Crazy...

You've had a lot going on lately.

Lily and the pregnancy--No, I'm fine.

Okay. Bedside manner isn't
usually an issue in a morgue,

but tonight it is.

Try to fake a little sympathy.
For me.

[man]
Aw, heck no!

[distant sirens]

[woman shouting]

[rap music plays]

[exhales]

I didn't ask you
to come, Woody.

If you want
to leave, go.

No way am I leaving.
Even if you do say good-bye.

Remember this morning
I suggested

that we both start saying
hello and good-bye to each other

and you were like, "No way
is that gonna happen,"

So, that's what
I was saying.

Maybe it's not here anymore.
I--I--maybe it never was.

Walk me through it.

Um...

I pulled up and I was met
by Greco and Vanderleest.

Where?
Right over there.

And then Koontz and Bellamy

were standing right over there
by that wall.

And when they saw me,

they approached like they wanted to talk about it.

Maybe they didn't want you
comin' over here.

Woody. Look.

The model airplane.

Cheap black paint.

Boom.

[gunfire]

They check the body.
They panic.

They know they only have
moments before backup arrives.

[Woody] One of them had a drop gun. Put it in Jamaar's hand.

Squeezed off
a couple of rounds.

How's it looking
out there?

Feels like all Boston's
on fire.

It kills me, what's happening
to this city.

People don't like
being lied to.

The truth
is a powerful thing.

Sometimes just standing up
and saying it out loud

can make a world
of difference.

I'll get a list going,
names and injuries.

[cell phone rings]

Woody!

I've been trying to get though for ten minutes.

[gunshot]What was that?

There's been sporadic gunfire down here, Jordan.

We found something. We're on our way back.

Look out!

Woody!

Okay. You get a tetanus shot
in the next couple of days,

you're gonna be fine.

Thank you, Doctor.[Garret]
All right.

Wait, that's him!
That's--that's him!

That's the one that shot me!

You threw a brick through our windshield,

you and your friends.We didn't throw no brick!

You shot the first
black man you saw!

Hey, take it easy.

Back off, all right?
Back off!You people, man--

What? What'd you say?

[Connor]
Hey, hey!

Gimme a hand.

[gasps]

It looks like
a punctured lung.

Get a table ready--
sutures, forceps,

morphine if we've got it.

She's gonna need a chest tube.
Find something we can use.

We can't do a procedure
like that here.

If we don't, she's gonna
be dead in half an hour. Go.

Go!

And get these two outta here.

It's impressive really,
how...

malic acid,
magnesium hydroxide,

and modified starches
can together create

a lifelike facsimile
of actual food.

All right, that's it.
I'm outta here.

Hey, we talked about this.

In a few hours,
it'll be morning.

Once the sun's up, the streets
will undoubtedly be--

I can't wait another few hours,
and I can't stand

looking at your face
for another minute,

especially when you talk.

Stop talking!

Because of you,
I got my car stolen!

Gimme your purse!

No!

Give it to me.Just, Kate,
give it to him.

You will get my purse

when you pry it
from my cold, dead fingers.

Trust me, friend, you do not
want to mess with her right now.

I'm not gonna
say it again.

Do I come waving a bat
in your face,

huh, big man
with a stick?

Do I come and threaten

to knock your ugly face off
of your head?

Who are you, anyway, huh?

Who are you, huh?[object shatters]

Get outta here.
You are gonna be

blood and guts
on this floor,

then I am gonna rip out
your kidneys

and take them home and feed 'em
to my dog Binky,

'cause there is nothing Binky
loves more than human kidneys.

Go on! Get outta here!

[object shatters]

Are you comin' or what?

Versed should keep her out
for another ten minutes.

Anesthesiology
for amateurs, right?

Pulse?

I'm gonna say...

120.

So you wanna talk
about it?

Talk about what?

Whatever it is
you don't want to talk about.

Well, you know,
it's been a long day.

A lot of stress.

Her breath's fading.
Garret, she's suffocating.

Hang on. Hang on.
Shh, shh, shh.

[inhales]

[liquid draining]

Okay.

[exhales]

July, 1981.

Toxteth riots in Liverpool.

My dad had a shop
on Selbourne Road.

And when the fighting
broke out,

we locked up
and ran for home.

But the violence
was all around us.

We saw a man trapped
in a burning car,

and my dad, he reached in
and he pulled him out.

You were just a kid.

Yeah.

Nine years old.

And five days later when we
finally returned to Selbourne,

the whole block had been
burned to the ground.

And my dad just stood there
in the ashes of his shop,

both his hands in these
big white bandages.

He looked--

He looked broken.

You know, people--
people think of cities

as these big, solid things,
bricks and cement.

But they're not.

When you live through something
like that, you realize...

You realize how fragile
a city is.

[distant sirens]

Woody!

Jordan!

Jordan!

Lu's been shot.

A car drove past.
I never got a look at them.

There's a gurney
in the back of the van.

[Jordan murmurs to Lu]

[groans]

God, it's been a pretty
lousy night, huh?

It's been a lousy day
from the get-go.

[gasps]

Ow! Ow.

[sobs]

Okay, hold my hand, Lu.

That scar's gonna
look good on you.
Yeah.

Nothing like a blonde
with a bullet scar.
Yeah?

Very hot.
Sort of a...

tough/tender thing.

I got one myself

from a year and a half ago.

It's right above my--I know about your
scar, Woody.

I've seen it before.

Remember?

[grunts]

You're gonna be fine, Lu.

It's just a scratch.
You're gonna be totally okay.

[Jordan]
Okay, I got the kit.

Let's, uh,
let's take a look

and see what we're dealing with here, huh?

[Lu grunts]

[grunting, sobbing]

It hurts so bad.

[Jordan] I know, I know.

Drive.
Just drive fast.

Okay, I got it.

Gonna be at Boston General in a few minutes.

[gasping]

Guess you were right about
the processed sugar.

That was some rant.

[laughs]
That stuff about...

feeding kidneys
to your dog Binky.

[chuckles] That was brilliant.

Like you'd have a dog.

Dandie Dinmont Terrier.
Three-time champ.

Registered AKC.

He's a show dog?

Noted for
his luxuriant coat.

'Cause of
the folic acid--

Abundant
in the human kidney.

You scare me.

[elevator bell dings]You're buying me a car.

You got...

the model airplane?

I got it.

Just a couple more miles.
We're almost there.

I'm not gonna make it,
am I?

Internal bleeding, right?

I've seen cops die
before, Jordan.

Would you lighten up
with the bad vibes stuff?

No one is dying here, Lu.

'Cause you and I, we've got
a lot of stuff to work out.

God, you did arrest me, after all.

I never received
a formal apology for that.

[groans]

And not to mention
the Woody thing.

Sorry about that.

Look, no.
Don't apologize to me, okay?

Argue with me.

I can't.
I'm too tired.

Too tired to argue?
What kind of crap is that?

I'm staining
your reputation here.

It's okay.

I feel calm.

No. There's nothing
to feel calm about. Lu!

Jordan, I--come here.

Tell Woody...

[whispering]

No. You tell him yourself,
okay?

I'm sorry.
Lu? Lu!

Stay with me,
okay?

Look me in the eyes.
Stay with me.

And do not blink
and do not fall asleep

and don't feel calm,
okay?

Do you understand?
Lu!

Lu!

Lu!

[sniffs]

Okay. Okay.

[counting under breath]

Come on, Lu.

[sniffs]

Work with me here, okay?

Lu, come on!

I'm sorry, hon.

[Jordan sniffing]

She wanted me to tell you

that she's sorry
she didn't say good-bye.

♪ And when I see
the sign that ♪

♪ Points one way

♪ The lot we used
to pass by ♪

♪ Every day

♪ Just walk away, Renee

♪ You won't see me
follow you back home ♪

♪ The empty sidewalks
on my block ♪

♪ Are not the same

♪ You're not to blame

♪ From deep inside
the tears I'm ♪

♪ Forced to cry

♪ From deep inside
the pain I ♪

♪ Chose to hide

♪ Just walk away, Renee

♪ You won't see me follow

♪ You back home

♪ Now as the rain beats down

♪ Upon my weary eyes

♪ For me it cries

We didn't know.

We thought
he had a gun.

I'm sorry.

Don't tell me
you're sorry.

Tell his mother.

In fact,
tell all of Boston.

[TV announcer]
Following a horrific night

of the worst violence
Boston has seen in decades,

it appears this morning
that order is once again

returning to the city.

Casualty assessment
is preliminary,

but officials estimate at least
$40 million worth of property

was destroyed, and the lives
of eight civilians

and three police officers
were lost last night.

The surprise confession
this morning

by one of the policemen involved
in the shooting of Jamaar Wilkes

has prompted the DEA's office
to say

they now expect
criminal charges to be filed

against all four
of the officers involved.

[TV shuts off]

♪ Your name and mine
inside a heart ♪

♪ Upon a wall

♪ Still find a way
to haunt me ♪

♪ Though they're so small

I ever tell you
how we met?

No.

She took my parking space
at the station.

[laughs]
Ouch.

[whispering] I was so pissed.

Almost punched
her lights out.

You don't take
a man's parking space.

No, you just don't.

She thought I was
some crazy hothead.

That I had "issues"
I needed to deal with.

You, issues? No.

♪ Just walk away, Renee

You wanna know the part
that hurts the most?

♪ You won't see me
follow you back home ♪

We were this close...

to becoming friends.

I know.

♪ You're not to blame ♪