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In Toronto's war on crime,

the worst offenders are pursued by the detectives

of the Specialized Criminal Investigations Unit.

These are their stories.

Stop chasing me!

Let's go! Let's go, let's go, let's go.

And never leave this on the ground.

Come on, Rocco! Inside.

Let's go. One, two, three.

Hold on. Okay. In, troops!

- Hey, ciao. - Bye. Love you.

- I'll call you later. - Bam! You're dead.

Woah, woah, woah. What's that? Give me that.

Give me that! No guns. You know no guns.

Watch your toe-toes! In!

Do not spill that, Isabella.

You ready for this?

Eddie's been stewing since he got out.

Yeah, it's going to be great.

Family reunion, right?

You look good, all things considered.

Thank you.

Four years in the can.

Couldn't come visit your brother.

Yeah, well...

One could say that I've been busy.

Yeah, I heard.

Getting your steps in,

making deals with the Vietnamese people?

What's next? Sisters of Charity?

Our thing ain't a labour union, Rocco.

Yeah, but we're making good money. Hm?

We're making great money, and the cops...

They're not on our ass.

I thought I was running things pretty well.

What do you want, Eddie?

Rocco...

You're my little brother, and I love you.

But you're soft.

Now, I want to take back what's ours.

Make them fear us again, all of them.

How?

How are you going to do that?

What, from up here? Hiding in your house?

Eddie, you pissed off so many people,

you're caged up here like an animal

too scared to leave the zoo.

Why don't you just leave it alone, huh?

Eleanor, can you squeeze my hand?

Eleanor, can you squeeze my hand?

Nicola, I don't want tea, I want coffee.

Leo, I need you to get some sleep tonight.

You and that old fart doctor, telling me I'm not fit to drive.

- The guy's older than you. - What does he know, huh?

Yeah. Tell me your name again?

I'm Pete. I'm your godson, remember?

Oh, yeah.

- From the neighbourhood? - Yeah.

I'm the guy that sneaks you coffee.

Dr. Simms to neurology,

Dr. Simms to neurology.

Guy in 3B03 has been sitting there all week.

He's giving me the willies.

He says he's a relative but...

They're an odd couple for sure.

- Mm. - I'm on it.

Hey. What's your name?

I'm Pete.

Well, Pete, you're creeping out the nurses

and visiting hours are over.

Haven't seen you in a while.

I was meeting someone in Midland.

Figured I'd bring you your mail.

How are you doing, Tom?

Uh, hanging in there.

Made any friends yet? Girlfriend?

Yeah, well, it takes time.

Tom?

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Have a look at this, look at this.

Nosara. Look at that.

Beautiful. Nice and hippie, lots of yogurt for Monica.

Acai bowls, five minutes from the beach.

- Howler monkeys. - Howler monkeys.

I grew up by the sea.

I'm booking it.

- You only live once. - Go enjoy yourself.

You gotta make it beautiful, right?

The sun, the sand...

Alison! Another round here.

Okay. Be right back.

- Oh, hey. - Hey.

Want a top-up? Coffee, coffee, more coffee?

Today's your lucky day, because today

I'm thinking about food.

Oh, okay. Sock it to me, what do you want?

I was curious about your pomodoro.

Pomodoro is great. They make it fresh.

I guess I'm having the pomodoro, then.

You've got to get the pomodoro, bello e fresco...

Rocco!

- Alison, call 911! - Okay.

Goddamn mobsters doing what they do.

We don't know that yet.

- Come on, Bateman. - We know what we know.

And what's that, Lombardi?

Victim is Rocco Cosentino, the story kind of tells itself.

- What do we actually know? - Let's start with the shooter.

Construction worker. Hard hat, vest, duck mask... dust mask,

that's weirdly hard to say.

Tall? Short? Black? White?

White. Average height. Average build.

All anyone remembers is the hard hat.

And the vest.

It's a crowded patio, how'd he get out?

He walked out there, turned right,

and nobody saw much after that.

Scusi, Rocco.

- What about our victim? - Was he sitting with anyone?

Tony Moretti, one of the owners here.

This other guy at the table tried to help.

He's inside. Green jacket, beard.

Hey, I...

I heard you were sitting with our victim, tried to help?

I'm Detective Bateman, you want to give me your name,

- tell me what happened? - I already gave a statement.

I didn't ask if you gave a statement.

Tell me what you saw.

Can we talk about this outside?

Uh, I'd rather not.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm?

Buddy came in from the southeast corner.

5'10", Caucasian, left-handed, long hair.

Knew what he was doing, very focused.

Two shots to the chest, walked out the side door,

went north up Clinton, disappeared.

Great disguise, seriously, like...

The only thing anyone saw was the orange vest.

That's not all you saw.

You might want to check the alley behind.

My guess is this guy did a quick change before he disappeared.

Bateman. We found his Halloween costume.

Dumpster out back.

You know what, I change my mind.

Let's talk outside.

Okay, back to the wall,

strong observations, calm under pressure,

first aid at the scene.

- You're on the job? - Well, not anymore.

The guy I was looking into is dead now, so...

Detective John Darcy, Guns and Gangs.

Undercover?

Ah, undercover-lite, I would say. I wasn't deep.

I was just getting to know the players.

I sat there over-tipping for two weeks,

said I was writing a novel.

Tony, the owner, also writing a novel, God help us all,

introduces me to Freddie Fotoli.

Freddie likes basketball, I get him tickets.

He tells Rocco.

Rocco and I bond over the value of cold plunges

and the benefits of alkaline water.

Suddenly, I'm one of the regulars

at Rocco's four o'clock table.

People like talking to writers, I guess, I don't know.

Monica Cosentino. Rocco's wife.

Rocco's widow.

Word travels fast. Give me a minute.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Who's the cat?

I guess I'm the cat?

Detective Bateman, Inspector Baptiste,

Guns and Gangs, immediate supervisor to...

Detective John Darcy.

I'm very excited to meet you, Inspector.

I've watched your Ted Williamson interrogation on repeat for years.

You're a legend.

Uh-huh.

What were you doing there, Detective?

Mob boss Rocco Cosentino gets shot on a patio,

clearly a hit.

Did you guys know it was in the works?

Like, what, Minority Report?

Darcy's been working College Street as an observer.

Rocco's estranged brother, Eddie,

got out of jail two months ago.

We wanted to keep eyes on the whole family.

Mm. Well, what have you got, Detective?

The short version.

We all know the Cosentinos, right?

Calabrian Mafia going back 80 years now.

Dad dies; oldest son Eddie takes up the mantle.

Eddie's a brute, he's vicious.

Good thing for everyone, he ends up in prison.

Younger brother Rocco takes over.

Eddie doesn't love that, but it's a story as old as time.

Cain and Abel, East of Eden, Bobby and J.R.

Younger son succeeds... anyway...

Rocco, may he rest in peace,

he's low-key as boss.

Spends half his time researching his next family vacation,

the other half betting bottles of Peroni on World Cup soccer.

His buddy Luca keeps trying to nudge him along,

keep him engaged in the usual mom-and-pop stuff:

Drugs, counterfeit, extortion, but Rocco's sitting back,

he's chilling.

Cute kids, nice wife, he's doing fine.

Two months ago, Eddie gets out of prison.

That's where I come in.

Eddie's gonna want his turf back.

So, how's he gonna do it?

Funny thing, Eddie hasn't made a peep.

Guy doesn't leave his house. Everything's copacetic.

Rocco hasn't bumped up security, no sign of Eddie on the block,

no extra comings and goings,

all quiet on the Western Front.

Until today.

That's the short version?

So, this is where the magic happens, huh?

Mm-hmm.

- How's the coffee here? - Is it any good?

How's it going with Lombardi?

He drove over my foot.

We've tried you with four detectives since Graff left.

Yeah, well, it's hard to build trust and find a fit.

That's very Goldilocks of you.

This one's too hot, that one's too cold...

Inspector Baptiste has agreed to a temporary secondment.

Given Detective Darcy's knowledge of the players,

given that his cover is blown,

and given that you have yet to land on a permanent partner...

He's not even Homicide.

Baptiste says he's an excellent detective.

The best he's got.

Didn't want to loan him out, but he owes me a favour, so.

Follow my lead, okay?

No Bobby, no J.R., just keep it locked tight.

This is really not a good time for me.

Again, Mrs. Cosentino, we are so sorry for your loss.

This will be quick. Rocco's job...

- Roxton Property Management. - Rocco was the owner.

Mm. It's obvious that he was a real fixture in the community.

Yeah, well, we've been here for years.

The kids go to Clinton,

and Rocco grew up three blocks away.

Do you have any idea who might've wanted to...

To kill him? No.

No. Um... Rocco just got through a cancer scare,

so he just wanted to spend some time with his kids.

Yeah, he was a kind and peaceful man.

Well...

Yes. And no.

He has been arrested a number of times.

Simple assault, aggravated assault,

all the assaults, really.

But what I will give you,

Rocco was beloved in the neighbourhood

and he seemed pretty low-key these days.

No bodyguards, no pitbulls, fairly average security system.

A little unusual for a man in his position.

I haven't seen one of these in a long time.

Mom, babysitter, L.L.

I'm guessing that's you, Luca Loretti?

Here, take this.

G-A-M, who's that, who's GAM?

That's enough, guys. It's time to go.

- You alright? - Yeah.

- Okay. - Seriously?

- Okay, Mr. Loretti, look... - I wasn't there when it happened,

I don't know who did it.

So, I don't know what you want me to tell you.

Okay. We could brainstorm?

Bikers? Russians? Vietnamese?

No?

Jamestown, Orton Park, Dixon City?

Then, of course, there's Rocco's asshole

of an older brother, Eddie.

You used to work for Eddie, if memory serves.

I heard you talking about him just last week, in fact.

"The only time Eddie ever gave me a day off

is the day my first kid was born."

Do I know you?

Well, with Eddie out of prison,

he might be interested in reclaiming the throne.

Throne, I wouldn't know anything about that.

Hey, what about this GAM person, G-A-M?

Whoever that is called Rocco 30 seconds before he got hit.

That was Rocco's nickname for Eddie.

Grade A Monster.

What? What are you thinking?

I was just thinking about how unmemorable you are.

You spent two months hanging out with that crew,

and that guy had no clue where he knew you from?

Luca barely comes to the cafe.

And, besides, being unmemorable was part of my job,

it was literally my job description.

We were sorry to hear about your brother.

Yeah, it's rough. I loved the guy.

Yeah, no, I'm sure you did.

And I'm sure he felt the same way about you,

despite the nickname, GAM.

G-A-M, grade A monster.

Did something happen

between the two of you recently?

Nah.

No, he's been calling me that since we were kids.

- Brotherly love, right? - Mm-hmm.

Still, must've been hard watching your kid brother

run your empire into the ground.

If you're going to order a hit on the boss,

your kid brother, then you'd better be prepared.

Uh... You don't know what you're talking about.

Really?

Glass polycarbonate.

250 times more impact-resistant.

Spall reduction, no glass flying.

That's a good choice if you're paranoid.

I'm not paranoid, Detective, I'm rich.

My security is nothing new.

There's a lot of bad people out there.

Is that why you don't leave your house?

Yeah, something like that.

What about Rocco's visitation?

I hear it's at Vescio's on Dufferin.

That's a busy spot, could be a tough one to control.

I mean, assuming you're going.

You know, brotherly love, all that jazz.

Well, I appreciate your concern, Detective.

But I've got it in hand.

You're in Guns and Gangs.

Who is Eddie hiring for this kind of job?

Someone from his crew, maybe? Or...

I'm Eddie, I'm hiring a pro.

Getting it done, getting him out of town

as soon as humanly possible,

or killing him before he can brag about it.

I'd do it through a prison contact,

maybe a friend of a friend.

And Eddie's list of known associates is as long

as his driveway.

Our first all-nighter.

I remember when Rocco was nine years old,

this kid was shoving him around.

Wanted his headphones, or some such nonsense.

Anyway, Rocco was like,

"PJ, please, take my headphones."

So I step in, I take the headphones,

I hand them to PJ,

and then I break PJ's wrist and three of his fingers.

Well, that's what you gotta do with bullies, right?

You gotta hit back.

That's right.

What's happening here? Is that a cop?

Hey, this is private property.

- Yeah, we had a complaint. - What kind of complaint?

- Neighbours heard gunshots. - Licence and registration?

Ah, come on, he lives here.

It's fine. It's fine, just get it over with.

Argh.

Eddie! Eddie!

Two shots to the chest.

Looks familiar.

Joe Wells?

You were driving, you wanna tell me what happened?

I can't hear anything.

Someone fired a gun right beside my head.

You were headed to a visitation

for Rocco Cosentino, Eddie's little brother.

You must be feeling pretty lucky, Joe.

You know, hits like this, they don't usually leave a witness.

The glove compartment is open.

Hmm.

What was in there?

Where's the gun, Joe?

I was reaching for my licence, alright?

Which I gave to your guy who shot my friend.

- Wait, our guy? - What do you mean our guy?

We're driving, this cop steps out in front of us

with a flashlight.

We pull over, I go to give him my ID,

he grabs my arm and then, bam! He starts shooting.

You're saying this was police?

What did he look like?

- I don't know. - He had a flashlight in my face.

Can you try?

White guy, about yea high.

Uh... All I could see was the uniform.

Did you notice any name tag or patch or crest, anything?

Nope.

Uh... He was wearing that stupid hat, though.

You mind playing Joe?

Kinda.

Reach in there for your ID,

give it to me with your right hand.

The gun was fired right beside the right ear.

Shooter was left-handed.

Just like the guy who killed Rocco.

So, both white, left-handed, both in uniform.

Two brothers, one shooter.

Someone's coming for the Italians.

Two penetrating gunshot wounds to the anterior left chest,

both directed slightly downward.

Eerily similar to what we saw with Rocco Cosentino.

Cartoon version: Our shooter's been doing a f-ton

of target practice, and he nailed it both times.

You stole my thunder.

Striations on the bullets in both bodies

indicate they came from the same gun.

9mm, semi-automatic, European-manufactured.

Okay. So we all agree, same shooter.

If it quacks, it's a duck,

and if that duck is picking off Calabrians one by one,

we could be in for a bloodbath.

Maybe we keep our one-shooter theory in house for now.

Let it look like what it looks like.

Eddie had Rocco killed, Rocco's team retaliated.

It's better for us if the mob is destabilized, on its heels.

It'll give us a minute to get ahead.

Mark. What do you got?

Okay, so, I've been working with Alex from Guns and Gangs.

Hey, thanks for the intro, by the way.

You guys are great.

Is... Is he sticking around?

No. No, just this case.

Okay. We've been going through old wires,

looking for any kind of chatter indicating Rocco

and Eddie Cosentino were targets.

We've run nicknames, code names, cell phones on a bunch of

different sources from the usual suspects,

haven't found anything that even resembles a hit for hire.

Nothing?

Sri Lankans, triads, Wolfpack?

They might have flown somebody in,

was there any mention of an airport?

I'm not sure this is the tree we should be barking up.

- Doesn't track. - Hitman for hire doesn't track?

Hitman, maybe. But...

rival organized crime...

I mean, it could be revenge,

but the Italians aren't doing anything vengeance-worthy these days.

Especially under Rocco Smiley-Face.

What's the end game?

Kill the Cosentinos, take over their hustle?

It doesn't really work like that anymore.

Okay, so if it's not a rival gang, then who?

Maybe the call's coming from inside the house.

Luca Loretti.

Rocco's second-in-command.

He knew them both.

He hated Eddie, thought Rocco was useless.

And maybe with both of them gone,

Luca had a shot at running the show.

Mr. Loretti.

We understand you're a man of few words,

unlike my colleague here, who spent the last two months

observing you and your friends in your natural habitat.

Luca, you're an ambitious guy.

You were frustrated with Rocco's leadership,

you hated his older brother Eddie,

and you had them both killed so you could be boss.

I don't want to be boss.

Come on. You'd be better than either of these two goons.

Hm. But as you both know,

- I'm in the property management business. - Oh, please!

She's right, no, you're right. Come on.

I am ambitious, so...

What you both clearly don't know

is that I've already taken a career opportunity in Montreal.

- Montreal? - Yeah.

I sold my house last month and I move in a week.

You know, I have the name of the employer,

if you'd like to give him a call I have his phone number.

Let me guess, someone who works for someone

- who works for Johnny Gallo. - Mm-hmm.

That's a strong lateral move.

Okay, let's say that you weren't behind this housecleaning.

And let's say you really are getting out of town.

What's to stop you from sharing your theory with us?

You knew these brothers better than anyone.

You grew up together, you worked with Rocco.

- I loved the guy. - Mm-hmm?

I did.

Look, was he a good businessman? No, maybe not.

But... Rocco was decent.

And everybody knew that. Nobody was coming for Rocco.

Okay. What about Eddie?

Eddie.

Eddie was a coked-up, vengeful, mean son of a bitch.

So, I don't know. Karma.

Why do you say that?

Work? All's fair, right? Whatever.

But Eddie, Eddie was the guy who would knock around

his girlfriends on the regular.

He beat up delivery guys for fun.

You guys know, you arrested him for, what?

Getting wasted, running over a waitress,

and then realizing she wasn't dead,

and then running her over again.

That was the straw that broke it.

Yeah, after that...

Nobody wanted Eddie Cosentino around anymore,

everybody hated his guts.

Guy got what he deserved.

- Eddie Cosentino. - I heard.

Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

Oof, yeah, he sounded dreamy.

Figured it was his brother's crew hitting back.

Yeah, we were thinking that too for a minute,

but now we're wondering if Eddie's death is unrelated

- to his line of work. - Okay, woah, woah.

Two Mafia brothers get killed within 36 hours,

not related to organized crime?

No, if it was organized crime, they would've shot his driver.

They wouldn't have left a witness, it doesn't track.

Detective Darcy,

Guns and Gangs, right?

Yeah, we met on that tow truck case.

See? I can be memorable.

Okay, well, let's say Eddie's death wasn't gang-related.

I'm sure the guy had a hundred enemies.

How are we going to narrow that down?

Yeah, well, seven arrests over the years

but he only went to prison once.

And apparently it was a game changer for everyone,

so, Eddie gets shot two months after he gets out?

Maybe it's not a coincidence.

My colleague worked that case.

Impaired Driving Causing Death.

Drunken hit-and-run, Eddie backed over a waitress in an alley.

Yeah, twice. Holly Winter, 19, student at TMU,

worked part-time at Zitto.

Everyone was afraid to talk, but Crown got lucky.

One kid stepped forward.

He was walking by, saw the whole thing.

Plus we had a sympathetic family.

Single mother, older brother.

They were there every day in court.

We put Eddie Cosentino away for 12 years.

Right, but he only served four.

This is a mob boss, Theo.

How in the hell does he get out so early?

The usual.

Phony remorse, good behaviour.

Come on. Frankie, you know how this works.

Right, but what I'm saying is,

if some drunk prick ran over my kid,

and served one third of his sentence?

I might murder someone.

You think it's family?

Well then why shoot the brother the day before?

Eddie's been untouchable since he got out of prison.

Holed up in his bulletproof fortress,

no one was getting near him.

So how do you get him out of his house?

Brother's visitation.

So, is it possible Rocco got killed

simply as a way to flush Eddie out of his hidey-hole?

I mean, how do you kill a king?

You get him to leave his castle.

It's actually nice to talk about her.

Holly would be 23 this month.

And your son, Patrick, right?

- Yeah. - How's he doing, Mrs. Winter?

He's, um...

He's having a hard time.

Holly and Patrick, they were...

I was a single mom, so I worked a lot.

My kids were inseparable.

They never even fought. They were best friends.

- Where is Patrick now? - He's not in any of these photos.

Tell me about it. The kid...

He's camera-shy, people shy, not like Holly,

she could light up a whole room.

Hey, love. These folks are here about Eddie Cosentino.

Yeah, I heard about that on the news.

We didn't even know he was out of prison for the first month.

The guy who killed your sister gets out eight years early

and nobody told you?

Nope.

I still don't know how he got out early.

I mean, there was no debate about what happened.

My sister Holly's taking out the garbage after her shift.

Eddie Cosentino and his brother Rocco

come out of the restaurant.

Eddie's falling over drunk, he's pissing on a wall.

His brother's just laughing, doesn't even try and stop him

from getting in his car.

Two minutes later, Holly's face down in a puddle

with her head crushed in.

An eyewitness laid it all out in court, so.

This eyewitness, did you ever meet him?

We saw him once in the courtroom

when he gave his testimony, but we never met him. We tried.

We wanted to thank him for speaking up.

We put in two requests to meet him.

Never heard from anyone, so we wrote him a note.

Did he write you back?

- Yeah, he did, actually. - It was really nice.

Do you happen to still have that letter?

- I do. - Could we take a look, please?

Yeah.

When you saw him in court, what did he look like?

I don't know, I mean, average.

White guy, brown hair, maybe 5'10".

All I really remember is he got up on the stand

and he looked at Eddie Cosentino like he didn't care.

He knew he was doing the right thing.

"Please know that I am safe and well.

Though we've never met, I think of your family often

and wish you the best."

Look, there's smudging all over the place, backwards slant...

- He's left-handed. - As is our suspect.

It's circumstantial at best.

So why would an eyewitness to a violent crime

come out of the woodwork four years later

to go after the guy he put away?

Well, maybe he thought he'd never be safe

with Eddie out on the street. These mob guys,

they know how to hold a grudge.

So it's kill or be killed?

I mean, it's possible.

I'm also kind of interested in the woodwork.

You're thinking Witness Protection?

- It's possible. - Huh.

This guy's entire life got vaporized

for doing the right thing.

Four years alone, banished, in the wilderness?

That's a lot of time to get even more paranoid,

polish your resentments.

Yeah. It's a hell of a lot of time for target practice.

I don't like getting calls from Crowns.

Okay, well, I don't like asking favours from Crowns,

Brenda, but here we are.

Listen to me.

Eddie and Rocco Cosentino were both killed by a man

matching your witness's description.

All the evidence is sealed.

Brenda... We've tried all other avenues to find this guy.

We even reached out to the uniform assigned

to the witness during the trial, Constable Mike Kavinda,

we haven't heard anything.

But hey, if you can assure us that your client

is alive and well and living peacefully in Barrie...

Come with me.

Barrie? Why'd you mention Barrie?

They always seem to stick these poor bastards in Barrie.

Ayodele, these detectives are looking for Tom B.

Go ahead.

I've been trying to reach our witness for the last two days.

Since Eddie Cosentino got shot.

But he hasn't gotten back to me.

- Is that unusual? - Yes. Very.

Okay, we need to find this guy. Can you give me a name?

Tom Burney.

I can't say his real last name.

I've been his handler since the trial.

We relocated him to Barrie four years ago.

He's a carpenter, goes fishing,

hunting once in a while, lives alone.

Lovely guy. Quiet.

Very cautious, for obvious reasons.

Eddie Cosentino was released from prison

eight years early. Was Tom aware?

Yes. I told him two months ago.

As soon as it happened.

He was upset, but he seemed to... accept it.

When did you last see him?

I brought him his mail last week.

One letter. It came to my office.

Not sure who it was from,

there were just initials scrawled on the back.

Do you remember what they were?

- MK. - Mike Kavinda.

Tom read the letter.

He didn't say anything, I'm sure he destroyed it, it's protocol.

Ayodele, in your heart of hearts,

do you think Tom would risk coming back to Toronto?

No.

Not in a million years.

Eddie Cosentino might've been behaving himself in prison

in order to get parole,

but we all knew the minute he got out, he was coming for Tom.

You know what I miss the most?

Besides my wife, of course, God rest her soul.

I don't know, Leo, what do you miss, huh?

Sunsets?

Cannoli? Walks in the rain?

Hey, what's going on?

What? I can't believe they got to Eddie.

Oh, man. They're gonna be sorry they hit us back!

Out of the way, sir!

Code blue!

Okay. Yeah. I'll be right there.

- Eleanor. - She's having a seizure.

Let's get her down flat.

Mike Kavinda.

Can I help you, Detectives?

MK, is that you?

- Those are my initials. - Alright, Tom Burney.

Ring a bell?

Eddie Cosentino case,

you were in charge of the eyewitness,

you spent six months protecting Tom?

An innocent man, doing the right thing

at great personal cost, how could I forget?

Alright, so you... You stay in touch?

Write him a letter now and then?

You sign it with your initials, MK?

Don't know what you're talking about.

Okay.

Oh, did you know your boy Tom just shot and killed

Eddie Cosentino?

Yeah. He dressed like a cop to do it, too.

You write Tom a letter, one week later,

he's back in town playing dress-up, shooting gangsters,

might be time to tell us what's going on.

Two weeks ago, there was a mugging over on Dundas.

Eleanor Fraser. 64.

Lived in the area her whole life.

She was walking home from work.

Some guy beat her half to death with a steel pipe.

Not sure she's going to make it.

Does Eleanor Fraser, by any chance, have a 31-year-old son?

Left-handed? 5'10"? Named Tom?

So that's what was in the letter?

"Oh, hey Tom. Eddie Cosentino just about killed your mother.

Don't stick your head out or they'll shoot it off,

it's a trap, that's what they want."

Jesus! What the hell were you thinking?

- I'm sorry. - Okay, okay, okay.

Eleanor Fraser, where is she?

Midtown Memorial.

Third floor.

You're too late, she's already gone.

She headed down for surgery a couple hours ago. Who are you?

Just dropping these off.

Leo, can you give me a couple minutes?

Then I can take you down for the scans.

I can take him.

As long as you take me for a decent coffee.

New friend said he'd take me, but he hasn't been back.

It's fine by me, just stay with him, bring him back?

For sure. I got time to kill.

We're looking for Eleanor Fraser.

- What's this about? - Can I help you?

Eleanor Fraser, we hear she's on this floor.

She is. She's in surgery right now.

- Surgery for what? - Decompressive craniotomy.

- Should be out in about 20. - Any visitors lately?

An orderly. Came by and dropped off some flowers.

This orderly, what did they look like?

- I don't know. - Long hair, about yea high?

Yeah. Yeah, new guy, never seen him before.

You'll probably find him in the lobby.

It's Detective Bateman, we need backup immediately.

Midtown Memorial Hospital, we're in the atrium.

- Police! - Woah!

- Ma'am, are you alone? - Yes.

Did anyone else come into this room?

No.

Gun down! Down! Put it, put it down.

- Yep, okay. - Put it down.

- Okay. - You too, put it down.

- Sorry, I'm not doing it. - Put it down!

We're new at this, me and her, okay? At working together?

I'm not putting my gun down.

You'd be doing me a really big favour if you let her go.

You might even make me look good.

I'll do anything to impress Bateman here.

Even if that means shooting you dead.

You're a good shot, but I promise you, I'm better.

Please just put it down.

You think I want to be here doing this right now? I do not.

And the thing is, neither do you.

You know how I know that?

Because you're not the bad guy.

You gave up your entire life to put a monster in prison.

Eddie Cosentino got put away because you were brave enough

to speak up.

And the thing is, you didn't need to.

You're from the neighbourhood, you knew who Eddie he was,

you could've walked. Forgotten.

Mixed things up, made sure they didn't put you on the stand.

Why'd you do it?

I want to know.

Was it because of your mom? She teach you that?

"Whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it,

for him it is sin."

Okay.

Book of James.

I like the New Testament, it's a nice break

from all that fire and brimstone.

So she taught you well.

Do the right thing, you can't go wrong.

Except it did.

Yeah, it did.

But you were just a kid. Someone's son.

Who became a ghost.

Until you found out your mom got beaten half to death with a pipe.

Is my mom going to die?

We don't know.

You need to see your mom,

that's why you killed Rocco, yeah?

Yes.

And Eddie?

Yes.

I hated him.

Okay. So, you did what you needed to do, right?

You got your vengeance.

- I didn't get anything. - What do you mean?

Because I still hate him!

And I... I can't get this out of me.

It's a terrible feeling. Hatred.

It grips onto you and it won't let you go,

it corrodes you, but it's just a feeling.

Tom.

It's human.

We're only human.

But now you've got to make a choice.

Tom, please.

Put the gun down and let her go.

I didn't even get to say thank you.

I just left and I didn't even tell her that I love her.

Okay. So let's fix that.

Let's go see her now. She should be out of surgery, okay?

We'll go see her.

Tom, put it down, we'll go see her,

before the cavalry arrives, let's do it now.

Tom, on my life, that's what we'll do. Right now. Okay?

Put your hands up.

Alright, hands on your head.

You talk a lot.

I know.

Good.

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