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[chorus vocalizing]

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[Lily] Two years?

That's all my mother's life is worth?

It's not done yet. The judge has a lot of latitude.

We'll know tomorrow at sentencing.

Two, four, twelve-- she murdered my mom!

Well, that's a technical point.

Your mother died from a staph infection.

A jury might find the driver guilty

only of the hit and run and not of the death.This is--

This woman's plea to involuntary manslaughter

is a good outcome, Ms. Lebowski.

I...

She deliberately ran my mother over with her car.

I don't see any remorse. Doesn't that matter?

Or is that just another technical point?

You want her to get the maximum?

Then be here tomorrow morning for the sentencing.

Write a statement.

Tell the judge how your mother's death

has affected you.

The loss. The emotional pain.

See you at 9:00.

Judge feels sorry for her.

I could see it in his eyes.

He doesn't feel sorry for her.

He just accepted her plea.

The statement's a good idea, though.

Of course I'm giving a statement, Garret!

Afternoon, fellas.

Present company excepted.

Any chance of getting a C.O.D. on this guy anytime soon?

What's the rush?

I'm currently juggling three homicide cases

and I'd love for this not to be the fourth.

Well, it might help

if you fill us in on what we're looking at here.

Okay, Alberto Guzman, 51, Domingan national.

Worked as a bodyguard at the consulate.

Found this morning in an alley behind some bar

in Little Dublin, no witnesses.

Huh. Well, it smells like it could be alcohol-related.

Everything appears normal here.

No visible fractures or trauma.

Music to my ears.

Ah, perfectly healthy-looking guy drops dead in an alleyway?

I need to run a full tox,

full autopsy.

Oh, hey, Garret. How'd it go with Lily?

These gentlemen are with the Domingan consulate.

Is that Alberto Guzman?

It is, yeah. They're taking the body.

"They"? Who are they?

Danny Artega.

My father, he's the consulate general.

He asked me to take care of this.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

It's on the up-and-up, Jordan. All the paperwork's here.

It's his family, they're devastated.

They've asked for his body

to be taken back to San Juan for burial.

Sir, we're about to perform an autopsy here.

Under U.N. guidelines, they have the right

to act as executor of the man's body.

I know this is a strange request.

I really appreciate you making this as easy as possible.

We're stunned by Alberto's death.

Okay. Well, that was easy.

♪ Suddenly, it's so clear to me ♪

♪ That I'd ask you to see what you may never see ♪

♪ Now my kind words find their way back to me ♪

Maybe you can help me.

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for my husband.

His name is--was-- Alberto Guzman.

I'm sorry. Your husband is...passed away?

Passed away? No.

He was murdered.

I'm sure this will go a long way

toward maintaining diplomacy.

You want to all join hands? A little We are the World?

Oh, my God!

Danny?

No! Stop!

What's going on, Lily?I don't know, I--

How could you let him take my husband?

Lady, calm down. What is it?

He murdered Alberto.

What?Danny!

That son of a bitch!

He killed my husband!

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We don't know how your husband died.

What makes you think this man murdered him?

Last night, Alberto left a message on my cell.

Said Danny had finally gone too far.

He wasn't gonna let him get away with it.

This morning, he was dead.

[Jordan] Did you stop him?

Yeah, and then I let him go.

You let him go?!

I called it in. I held him.

Next thing I know, the State Department is on the horn

threatening my badge.

Turns out Danny's father was just appointed

the Domingan minister of finance,

which makes your allegations a political nightmare.

This isn't an allegation.

Danny murdered my husband.

I work at the consulate. I'm a translator.

That's how I met my husband.

He was Danny's personal bodyguard.

More like a babysitter.

Spoiled little brat had to be bailed out

of more DUIs, bar fights, car accidents--

He got away with that?

He has diplomatic immunity.

I tried to pull some strings

with the governor's office, but it looks like

the State Department's putting up roadblocks.

Pulling strings? That's the best we can do?

Does diplomatic immunity cover murder?

Lily...

Please, you have to do something.

Mrs. Guzman, we're dealing

with jurisdictional issues we can't override.

This may take some time.

Danny and his father leave tonight for San Juan.

If they take Alberto's body...

[Jordan] Come on, Garret, if we don't act on this now,

this guy's gonna walk.

What is the point of doing what we do

if we let this happen?

Don't you have a project that's due tomorrow morning?

I'm sorry.

We're gonna do everything we can

to make this right, Mrs. Guzman.

Don't bother.

I've had enough.

It's out of our hands, Jordan.

Yeah, sure it is.

We're divining our killer from mud patterns, kemosabe?

The smell of booze was coming more

from Alberto's skin than from his mouth.

Smelled kind of like this mud, too.

With these leaky trash cans,

you could probably get a decent buzz from that stuff.

We got no witnesses in any of the bars.

Nobody recognized his photo.

We got nothin'.

Actually, Alberto's shirt was hiked up.

There was a lividity pattern

from the surface he was lying on.

This wasn't it.

Kind of a checkerboard.

Yeah, like tile, not cobblestone.

Nothing in this alley.

So you're saying--

I'm saying that Alberto died somewhere else,

and his body was dumped here.

Nicole was right. He was murdered.

[knocks on glass]

Hey, I'm, uh,

taking orders for a coffee run.

Come on, Macy's buying.

You have to order out of principle alone.

Fine.

These are your mother's medical records.

I'm issuing her death certificate.

Yeah, but this isn't a coroner's case.

Bug, I know the drill.

I tell people every day.

Order 20 copies of the death certificate.

It's funny, I always thought it was excessive.

You know, you, um...

you don't have to do this alone, Lily.

I know. Andy's gonna help.

Oh, your brother.

How's he gonna do that from Pennsylvania?

Well, if I could actually get him on the phone,

I would ask him the same thing.

He needs to start pulling his weight,

add his thoughts to my statement for tomorrow.

So you haven't finished, huh?

Not even close.

Okay, then, I will take care of the paperwork.

No.

Come on, Lily.

Look, I may not know the right words to say,

but that doesn't mean I don't care, okay?

How many copies did you say you needed, 20?

Lily, did--

Okay, and the real crime scene

will be wherever we find these tile patterns?

Yeah, somewhere between here and Cape Horn.

And you'll need it by tonight?

If not sooner--before they get the body on the plane.

I do love a challenge, and am I right in guessing

that, um, this will be staying underneath the Macy radar?

What stays under the Macy radar?

I'm tired of talking to your answering machine, Andy.

You can't dump this all on me.

She was your mother too.

Just...call me back.

Ugh!

Fine.

Why am I always the one that has to be the grown-up?

Probate courts, funeral arrangements,

insurance, death certificate.

My mother was thousands of dollars in debt.

The cemetery wants to know what to put on her head stone,

and someone's using her credit card

to charge electronics in Seattle!

I'm sorry.

For what? Having feelings?

I should know how to process my anger

without biting people's heads off.

Ease up on yourself, Lily.

Losing a parent

is brutal.

You can't get over it in a couple days.

We gotta go.

Go where?

Nicole Guzman's just taken hostages

at the Domingan consulate.

Wait up, Garret!

Wait for us!

[siren]

[helicopter whirring]

[Lily] I don't understand.

How was she able to do this?

She works in the consulate.

No one suspected her of having a gun.

It's a small office.

A couple of aides,

a security guard, who she shot.

Is he alive?

We don't know. She cut surveillance.

All we know is she's got five hostages.

The consul general's son among them.

She said she wanted her husband's body autopsied?

That's the demand.

We're going along with it for now.

Well, let's get them equipped.

No, not them. Winters, Logan!

Who are they supposed to be?

You.

Brief them on everything morgue.

I want them looking natural when they carry out the body.

No suspicions.

There's only one problem with that--everything.

Nicole spent the morning in our office.

She knows our faces.

I'll go. I'll get the body.

Oh, yeah, she really liked you. I'll go.

This is a police matter. I will go.

[Lily] We should do what she wants, the way she wants it.

All she's after is making sure that Danny Artega

pays for what he did.

You're talking about my son.

Last I understood, in America,

you believed in innocent until proven guilty.

I want my son out of there.

He's not the criminal here.

Let's go.

Wait.

Don't worry about me.

He needs medical attention, Nicole.

And they know that, so that lights a fire.

We can only do the autopsy as fast as we can.

I'll wait!

I'm as much a hostage here as they are.

Yeah...the gun's a dead giveaway.

That ought to help your cause.

As long as he doesn't get away with murder,

they all go free, do you understand?

We all want a fast, safe end to this.

Don't placate me!

Just get the evidence!

No hay evidencia.

Yo no mate a nadie.

Quiete! Tu no hablas.

Let's go.

You go!

She stays.What?

You stay.

No offense, but it's insurance.

Dr. Cavanaugh is my best M.E.

It's her you want to do the autopsy.

If you need insurance, I'll stay.

You're the chief. I'm sure you can handle it.

Pull some of your strings.

I think she's serious, Garret.

The longer a hostage crisis takes,

the more chance it has of ending bloody.

Oh, thanks for the pep talk.

We just have to be quick.

We need to find cause of death and the crime scene.

Bug, you and I do trace together, double our speed.

Okay, I'll prep him.

Nigel! Start with tox.

And I want everything Jordan had you working on this morning

that I wasn't supposed to know about.

I wasn't working on-- All right.

I'm going back to the consulate.No.

I gotta get her out of there.

Don't be a cowboy, Woody.

We all want to make sure Jordan gets out,

so the best thing we can do right now, all of us,

is to do our jobs like we know how.

I'm gonna look under every rock

that son of a bitch Danny was under yesterday.

Do it.

Everything Jordan had me dig up this morning.

What's wrong?

What if we find this kid didn't kill Alberto Guzman?

What happens to Jordan then?

I'm sorry you're being put through this on my account.

Look, I didn't kill Alberto. He was my friend.

According to Nicole, he was your lackey,

always bailing you out of trouble.

Okay, so I'm no Boy Scout. But I didn't murder anyone.

I'm not the one who shot an innocent man

and took hostages.

Her husband's dead. Someone killed him.

If his body had gone back to San Juan,

they would have found that out there.

Boston doesn't have a monopoly on forensics, Doctor.

And you want the truth?

I wanna know why she really took this place hostage.

And that's my father's office.

What's she doing in there? What's she looking for?

Now, we're in the midst of major trade accords.

My father's appointment puts him in the center of it.

If someone were to get a hold of those figures--

That's a bit of a stretch.

Alberto caught her going through some papers.

You know, that he was holding for me.

He was starting to get suspicious.

Now look what happened.

Hey, hey, this guy's not doing so well.

What's going on?

If you let me out, I can look.

I think his artery ruptured.

He needs a hospital.

Now.

You gonna let him die?

You have to let him go, Nicole.

Let these people take him out.

They're my leverage.

You only need me and Danny.

You lied to the negotiator when you kept me.

Now you can show some good faith.

Do you want to be the injured party or a killer?

Make them believe in you, Nicole.

[Bug] Dr. Macy.

Could you take a look at this?

It's gonna have to wait.

Arlene Lebowski. Look at her blood type.

AB. So?

Lily's is O-positive.

You sure?

I checked that file.

You did the blood typing test yourself.

Has Lily ever mentioned being adopted?

No.

So...what do we say to her?

Nothing. It's none of our business.

But what if she doesn't know?

Well, who says she doesn't?

And if she does, she's obviously decided not to tell us.

Leave it alone, Bug.

She's got enough on her plate right now.

Sure.

[police radio] 3933 24th Street...

Hostages are coming out!

Hostages out! Go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

Where's Jordan?

She released everyone but Dr. Cavanaugh and your son.

What now?

She wants food-- which is good.

She's hungry.

We withhold it, keeps her off balance.

She just released hostages.

We should give her something in return.

We send in food, this goes from being

about a couple hours to a couple of days.

She is grieving over her husband's death.

She's impatient, she's hostile--

This isn't a committee meeting. She's feeling desperate!

Angry--any little thing could set her off!

Ms. Lebowski is leaving. She could kill them both!

She's right, Mr. Morgan.

Send in whatever Nicole wants.

This isn't your decision, either, Mr. Artega.

Yes, it is.

The consulate is sovereign ground.

I can make a phone call and get this done.

It's your son.

And Ms. Lebowski stays.

Thanks.

About what I said before about your son--

You believed a woman who's untrustworthy.

Danny is not a murderer.

Thanks for getting them to let me stay.

You don't want to lose your friend.

I don't want to lose my son.

Tox on Alberto Guzman.

He had Flunitrazepam in his system.

As in roofies, the date rape drug?

Yeah, 13 milligrams. Non-lethal dose.

But enough to knock out a bodyguard, or a rhino.

So Danny knocks him unconscious,

and then kills him.

Don't jump to conclusions.

We don't even know cause of death.

Let's stay objective so we don't make mistakes.

Okay, fine, but it all adds up, doesn't it?

Diplo-brat thinks he's above the law.

How much you wanna bet Danny always had roofies around

so he could have his way with whoever he wanted?

Whoa, check out the pattern.

Particles are sifting downward toward the shoes.

It looks like he was dragged.

Out of the crime scene?

[Nigel] And then dumped in the alley.

You know, we're lucky the gutter water

didn't wash this evidence away.

So what's the powder?

Gypsum-bonded asbestos.

That's drywall.

It's used in commercial buildings.

Microscopic powder, sticks to the floor.

So the crime scene we're looking for

was recently renovated.

That doesn't really help us.

Gypsum-bonded asbestos

contains negligible amounts of carcinogens.

But enough that the state, I think, requires a permit.

Seems our friend Danny Artega

went on quite a little bender yesterday.

Then at 11:37, a Roxbury traffic cam

has his SUV running a red light at the corner

of Comm Avenue and Leek.

11:37--that's somewhere around Alberto Guzman's

estimated time of death.

[Nigel] Okay, I've got 20 permits this past month.

One right near that intersection.

Get this! Yeah.

The permit holder is one Jose Arcadia.

Colonel Jose Arcadio Buendias.

The ambitious patriarch from 100 Years of Solitude.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

Right, which every South American schoolboy

would know.

It's an alias. It's Danny's alias.

Then chances are,

it's where Alberto Guzman was murdered.

Looking down the barrel of your gun

kind of kills my appetite.

I'll take one.

It's not your stomach you should be worried about.

You know all those parties Alberto told her about?

You know, what he didn't tell her

was how much he enjoyed them too.

Don't make things worse.

He was just happy to be out of the house.

And away from that bitch.Shut up!

Nicole, don't.

If you kill him, you don't get justice.

You just become as bad as him,

or whoever murdered your husband.

He murdered my husband.

Then let them prove that at the morgue.

Who are we kidding?

They're just biding time.

People like him!

They never get what's coming to them.

[cocks gun][Jordan] Look, put the gun down!

If he did kill Alberto,

there's bound to be some evidence on him.

At least let me try to find it.

It's called a live autopsy.

I look for samples, hair, fibers...

Try to connect the dots.

One way or the other...

you're not walking out of here.

I didn't-- I didn't kill him.

You see anything in the dust, Nige?

Gypsum-bonded asbestos.

Drag marks towards the door.

Take a look at this towel pattern.

Lividity matches.

This is our crime scene.

We need to find a link to Danny.

I've got a print.

The place is clean, Nige.

Too clean. What was Danny using it for?

[computer beeping]

I'm not sure it's Danny's.

Nicole.

What was she doing here?

Hey, hey, that's a $1,000 thermometer.

Don't--[crunch]

Don't do that. Woody, you'll break it!

Oh, you broke it. Great.

Bill me.

Check this out.

[whistles]

Digital single-lens reflex.

Eight mega pixel digicam. Nice.

Hello.

[beeping]

"Dear Consul Artega..."

Confidential documents.

Import, export. Agreements, trade.

Quotas.

So Nicole is stealing Danny's father's documents?

If it walks like a duck...

It's the first three rules of industrial espionage.

Gather, transmit, destroy.

Camera, fax...

shredder.

She's all over the crime scene, not Danny.

So...if Mata Hari killed her husband,

what is she really up to?

How many others is she willing to kill?

We found confidential documents addressed to Artega.

Dozens of audio cassettes--She's a translator.

Yeah, but she photoed the documents

with a micro digital camera, top of the line.

And I decrypted this log from her computer.

She sent files--confidential government documents

out as file attachments.

Multiple times. I mean, if the shoe phone fits.

Fellas, I love James Bond as much as the next guy,

but this is not the movies.

Yeah, well, today's espionage is not James Bond's.

E-mail viruses are stealing secrets

from hard drives all the time.

The information business is booming.

Bottom line, that office was the murder scene,

and she was there.

Then why take hostages and insist on an autopsy?

Well, maybe she's buying time.

Maybe she's trying to pick the consulate clean

before Artega moves off to his new gig.

I am gonna go bring the negotiator up to speed.

Wait, listen-- Jordan's still inside.

If we give Morgan some half-baked theories,

he'll go in with guns blazing.

Let me finish the autopsy,

figure out what killed Alberto.

Maybe it'll tell us who-- Nicole, Danny--

Or what's behind door number three.

I'll just see what I can make out of all this.

I'll hold up, but the longer we wait,

the longer Jordan's at risk.

How about this?

It's not a forensic kit, but it'll do.

You know, for a translator,

you sure know your way around a gun.

Alberto used to take me to the shooting range.

When Alberto first came here,

he could barely speak English.

I was his tutor.

He'd read...

Gabriel Garcia Marquez to me.

In Spanish, and I'd help him translate.

Most people thought he was gruff, hard.

But when he read to me--

[sniffles]

The sooner you start,

the sooner he gets what he deserves.

So you believe her?

She's got the gun.

If I don't find anything,

you've got nothing to worry about.

What are you looking for?

I'll tell you when I find it.

You're not gonna find anything.

There's, uh, there's a Taser gun...

under the desk behind me.

You could reach it. Hurry.

Do you have any swabs?

No, only what's there.

What's this?

Oh, I got into a fight at a bar.

Guy took offense to my buying his girlfriend a drink.

Did you find something?

Yeah, but I'm gonna need a real forensics kit

to get some proper samples.

Why does she need a forensic kit?

She thinks she found some evidence on Danny.

Wants to test it.

I won't allow it.

She's trying to frame my son

to save her own life.

Dr. Cavanaugh is not a coward.

Danny is not a killer!

Then let us prove that!

Fine. I believe my son.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

Andy!

You're finally calling me back at 3:00 in the morning?

You think I wouldn't pick up,

you could just leave a message?

There are things to be done. There are decisions to be made.

Andy...

Andy, I don't want your excuses.

I want your help!

Fine.

Whatever. I'll take care of it.

As usual.

Mom didn't do you any favors, did she?

Coddling her little man your whole life.

Seems you're having a bad night all around.

That call...

The letter you've been writing.

It's not a letter. It's a statement to the judge.

So the woman that killed my mother

won't get off light.

Your mother?

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

So, like Nicole...

you want vengeance.

You find the smoking decoder ring yet?

No. No cause of death at all.

And his MRI is clean.

So the roofies didn't cause a stroke.

Coronary artery's undamaged.

He didn't die from myocardial infarct.

Here, everything Jordan needs.

What are you gonna tell Morgan?

I told you I'd wait.

Look at that.

What is it?

Large blood clot in the right atrium.

His carbon dioxide is off the charts.

He was suffocated.

We know Alberto was drugged.

All someone would have to do is close off his airway.

Fibers can be inhaled.

If we're lucky, there might be one in his airway.

Ah, got something.

Hang onto this. Yeah.

Looks like a suede fiber.

Calfskin leather is treated with collagen for color

and combined with spandex and polyester for durability.

Commercial suede

has its own signature.

We can trace this.

Hydroxyproline assay would confirm collagen content.

Well, it's definitely suede.

Wait a minute.

Wasn't our gun-toting hostage taker

wearing a suede jacket this morning?

Yeah, it was, like, a caramel brown,

four-pocket safari number--

What?

What?

See, you mock me, but nice jacket, hmm?

The only way to know if it's our murder weapon

is to test it with that chemical assay.

We put it in the forensic kit,

get Jordan to sneak a test.

If it turns the same color, Nicole is our killer.

And then what-- she starts shooting?

Forget the test.

We gotta take out Nicole before she takes out Jordan.

The snipers are in position.

She just released hostages. She was negotiating.

Lily, it's our best option.

Shooting her down in cold blood?

How is that a best option?!

What if they hit Jordan?

Or--or Danny. Mr. Artega--

How good are your men?

They hit what they aim at.

I want this over.

Get the suspect positioned by the far left window.

My guys'll do the rest.

They can't see in!Lily!

The rifles have thermal imaging scopes.

Nicole's the only one holding a gun.

That'll be our tell.

Good luck.

[ringing]

You've got your forensic kit.

Tell them to leave it.

If Dr. Cavanaugh finds anything on Daniel Artega,

Detective Hoyt will need

to preserve the chain of evidence.

Otherwise, this'll all be for naught, Nicole.

Sorry. Not good enough.

Wait a minute. You met Detective Hoyt.

He's one of the good guys.

No! No cops.

Nicole, please...

we all just want the truth.

If you let Woody bring in that kit,

this could all be over.

No gun.

No wire.

No tricks.

How you holding up?

Just another day at the office.

I'm clean.

Put the kit down. Open it.

He's in.

Lily says Woody's just gone inside.

Anything on those micro cassettes?

Uh, most of them are Nicole's.

I'm running them through a translation program.

They're dictations of documents.

But this one had Alberto's prints on it.

And the voice on the tape, it's Danny.

Nicole said Alberto had something on Danny.

Maybe Nicole was right all along.

You have a translation yet?

I'm working on it.

Work faster.

You check it out.

[Woody] Uh, wait.

What?

I think you should hear what Dr. Macy found.

Your husband was drugged.

Someone suffocated him, maybe using a jacket.

We think that jacket might be somewhere in here.

Then let's find it.

Damn it!

Got a hostage in my line.

Number two.

Negative, no good.

Hold tight. Give Hoyt a chance.

What are you doing?!

Just calm down, calm down--

I'm sick and tired of being told to calm down!

[sniper] I've got a clear shot.

Take it.

I'm the one in control here, not you!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[Woody] Jordan!

[Woody] Jordan!

I'm okay.

Oh, God, you're hit. Let me--

No!

Leave me alone.

[telephone rings]

This is Morgan.

All you had to do was wait for the autopsy results.

That's all I wanted out of this!

[click]

She's still alive. She'll kill him.

Take her out, now. Storm it.

No, you'll push her over the edge.

She isover the edge.

Get my son out of there!

Get your team in position.

We're going in.

[telephone ringing]

That's it.

All bets are off.

[Woody] We know all about you, Nicole.

We know this isn't about autopsy results.

What are you talking about?

We found your office on Edgewood Street.

We found the documents. We found the micro cassettes.

Your fingerprints were everywhere.

We know you murdered your husband there.

[incredulous] I murdered my--

See, I told you I--Shut up.

You drugged him and then you smothered him.

No. No.

With your suede jacket.

That's what you think?

That's what they all think out there?

That I did this?!

Yes, I was gathering information

from this consulate,

but that has nothing to--

I didn't kill my husband.

He did that!

I want to believe you.

That makes two of us.

There's still time to change their minds.

I've got the kit now.

Let me find the truth.

The other sample turned blue.

What does that mean?

This wasn't the murder weapon.

Cuff him.

Over there.

And let me hear the click.

[handcuffs click]

What now?

You and I are gonna go search Danny's room.

What are you doing?

Trying to get out of these cuffs.

You have a key?

What kind of a cop would I be if I didn't have one?

Sit tight.

Yeah, no problem.

Not going anywhere.

We move on my word.

What's she doing?

Where's my son?

Test it.

He needs to pay for what he did.

He will.

But not at your hands.

Team two, upper floors.

You ready? Wait!

You got the wrong target.

We don't have time for this.

Nicole's allegations against your son

never held up because we couldn't find a motive.

Because there was none.

Alberto was his friend.

Okay, you need to hear this.

[Danny speaking Spanish]

Danny was selling drugs

using your diplomatic pouch to smuggle them in.

Alberto Guzman found out about it

and made this recording.

Do you need to hear more?

You could stop this.

Tell Nicole she can have what she wants.

Tell her you'll revoke Danny's immunity.

He's my son.

All the more reason.

They storm the consulate,

she could kill him before they get to her.

Hurry up.

[whispering] Shut up.

Shh, shh, shh.

Found the smoking gun?

He's our man.

[screaming]

Danny, put the gun-- put the gun down.

What, you think just 'cause you got some evidence on me,

you can touch me, huh?

I got diplomatic immunity.

Way to take it like a man.

What are you gonna do, kill us all?

Add three more notches to your belt?

I'll claim self-defense.

You know? I'll claim self-defense!

It's a shame that you two got caught in the crossfire.

They can tell trajectory. You won't get away with it.

I already have.

I should have killed you when I had the chance.

You're right. [gun cocks]

[Artega, on loudspeaker] Nicole!

Nicole Guzman!

This is Diego Artega, Nicole.

The police have stepped down.

I have revoked all rights of diplomatic immunity

for my son.

Whatever he has done, he will answer for

in the American court system.

Please...

It's over, Danny.

Get up. Get up!

You're my ticket out of here!

Agh!

Argh!

[groaning]

Looks like you're a man without a country.

[Humanby Pretenders]

♪

♪ See, I bleed and I bruise ♪

♪ Oh, but what's it to you?

♪ I'm only human on the inside ♪

♪ And if looks could deceive ♪

♪ Make it hard to believe

♪ I'm only human on the inside ♪

♪ I crash and I burn

♪ Maybe someday you'll learn

♪ I'm only human on the inside ♪

♪ I stumble and fall...

It's twenty to 9:00.

I know.

Sentencing's at 9:00,

so if you took Boylston to Tremont

this time of the morning, you ought to be able to make it.

Yep, probably.

You're not gonna go, are you?

Couldn't write the statement, Garret.

How do you put a whole life in a few words?

You know how it affected you?

I look around...

I just don't think more vengeance is what we need.

♪ And the damage is done

♪ Well, there's blood and there's veins ♪

♪ And I cry when in pain

♪ I'm only human on the inside ♪

♪ And if looks could deceive ♪

♪ Make it hard to believe

♪ I'm only human on the inside ♪

♪ I crash and I burn

♪ Maybe someday you'll learn

♪ I stumble and fall... ♪

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