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- It hurts, man. It hurts.
- I know, I know.

You're almost there, man.
You'll be fine.

I owe that other dude. Did I get him?

- Smoke that fool?
- The cops will tell you.

Duane Harris, 16,
GSW to the left leg.

BP, 120/70. Heart rate, tachy-160.

- Fluids?
- One liter saline.

Let's get him into Trauma 2.

I'll leave my report
with the duty nurse.

- Nice work out there, partner.
- Yeah, you too.

You know I hate to write.

- You gonna clean the bus?
- Yeah.

All right.

Danny.

Jack, I am so sorry about your father.

- What are you doing?
- I'm sorry about your... I'm sorry, Jack.

- Thanks for the...
- The deluxe fruit basket.

Yeah, thanks for the fruit basket.
You didn't have to do...

No, no, no, I did.
I wanted to pay my respects and...

What do we got going here?

A paramedic went missing
in the middle of his shift.

His name's Cole Warren.
His partner called it in.

How long were you
cleaning the ambulance?

No more than 30 minutes.
I came to tell Cole we had another call.

I couldn't find him.

- And he didn't leave word with anyone?
- He didn't even finish his paperwork.

I called his apartment,
his cell and his girlfriend.

She's a surgical intern.

How about the last call
you responded to, what happened?

It was a shootout
between gangbangers.

Tomb and a Lenox Crew.
Tomb survived, Lenox died.

- Has he ever taken off like this before?
- No. He's a hundred percent reliable.

Even when he's not working,
he's working.

Checks up on people after release,
springs for fares so relatives can follow.

There's no way
he would just go AWOL.

When was the last time
you talked to Cole?

Yesterday morning.
He spent the night at my place...

...and then we took the subway in
together.

- Was that your usual routine?
- Three, four times a week.

Do you think
that Cole's disappearance...

...could be his way of taking a break
from your relationship?

No way.

You know the kind of guy
you always dream about?

Responsible, really listens
and good-looking?

Yeah.

- That's Cole.
- So everything was perfect?

We had had this plan for a while
about moving out of the city.

And then two weeks ago,
something happened.

Because out of nowhere,
he changed his mind.

So, what,
chicken and waffles at Suzy's?

- You want me to bust out of my scrubs?
- Girl, as long as I'm doing the busting.

- Well, Suzy's is always appealing, but...
- But?

- Did you forget?
- Forget what?

The condo.
We're supposed to go up there tonight.

Oh, yeah,
this place we looked at in Rye.

Broker called.
One bedroom is available.

I put a binder down.

- Baby, I thought we were just looking.
- Yeah, but you know how fast they go.

I told them we'd come up there and give
our checks for the rest of the deposit.

- What is with that face?
- Nothing.

Look, we've been talking about this
for months.

Yeah, well,
I don't have my share of the money.

- You said you had it.
- I know, but now I don't.

I'm sorry. I gotta go.

You're not on call.

Baby, look, I just gotta take care
of something, all right?

I love you. I'll talk to you later.

He went downstairs to his locker,
grabbed his paramedic bag and left.

- Why'd he take the bag?
- I don't know.

I mean, I asked him where he went,
he didn't say.

All right, what about the condo,
how much money are we talking about?

- Eight thousand dollars.
- Do you think he really didn't have it?

Look, Cole was born
and raised in Harlem.

He lived here his whole life,
except for when he was in the Army.

I figure he just had cold feet
about moving.

Right.

Okay, remind me of Cole's personnel file
if I ever get cocky.

- Why?
- Paramedic of the Year...

...four citations for valor, evaluations
that sound like his mother wrote it.

- All in Harlem?
- Yeah.

He's had several opportunities
to transfer, refused them all.

Oh, and did I mention
he attends church regularly...

...at the Living Brotherhood Ministry?

Boy from the 'hood does good.

Yo, Viv, check this out.

He's withdrawn $ 12,000
in the last couple weeks.

That might explain why he didn't
have money for the condo.

Yeah, but it doesn't explain
why he needed the money.

Could be drugs.

It says here that his mother died
of a drug overdose.

Well, family history can be a bitch.

- Thanks.
- Yep.

You understand our deal, right?

Yeah. I talk to y'all in private,
and as long as I didn't do nothing...

...to that paramedic, stuff here
doesn't connect to my charges.

Exactly.

So you were with Cole the night
of your transport to the hospital?

The black dude, yeah.
And the white guy was driving.

Who else was there besides the kid
you faxed to the morgue?

Yo, the murder charge is bogus.
I don't know who shot that fool.

Right.

So it was just you and Cole
on that side of the street.

No, there was this other dude
came out of nowhere...

...talking crazy, trying to crump me.

He shot me.
I can't believe he shot me.

Okay, be quiet. The more you talk,
the more blood you gonna pump out.

Listen, hold still,
I'm trying to keep pressure on this.

- Look at me.
- Am I gonna die?

- No, you're not gonna die.
- Hey.

What are you doing, you saving him?

- He's a damn murderer. Let him die.
- Look, you need to step back, okay?

- Bleed out, son of a...
- Hey, hey, hey.

Go home.

Now, this guy that was trying
to crump you, did you know him?

Never seen him before.

I figure he's just some punk-ass fool
from Lenox...

...trying to gain position on a warrior
like myself, being incapacitated and all.

Do you think you could use
that warrior-like mind to describe him?

I owe your boy a solid for saving my life,
so, yeah, I can remember him.

Look, this can't be the first time
he pissed somebody off...

...because he saved
the wrong guy's life.

Let's cover the gang angle.
Look at the paramedic files.

Call the N.Y.P.D. Gang Division,
see if they can help.

Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

There's a change.

I didn't know where to send them
so I thought I'd bring them here.

Beautiful.

Thank you.

How are you doing?

Good, you know? Got a pulse. You?

Some good days, some bad.

Random outbursts help.

Then I'm doing great, because I've had
10 meltdowns with the VA...

...trying to arrange
my father's funeral.

Oh, well, after Max's, I'm a bit
of an expert, so if you need help...

Got any pull with a bugler?

The military promise you one thing...

...and then next, you have to choose
between a tape recording of "Taps"...

...and some guy holding a digital horn.

I think playing "Taps"
is out of my league, sorry.

You know, I'd really like you to come.

Of course.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just let me know.
- I will.

- I've got a 10:00.
- Okay. Thanks for coming in.

- Sure. Call if you need anything.
- I will. Thank you.

Okay.

You getting anything
off Cole's old reports?

Yeah, that being a paramedic
in that neighborhood is hell.

Stabbings, shootings,
a dozen DOAs a week.

You know the guy that Duane said
tried to attack him?

- Yeah.
- He's not a gang member.

Then what was his beef with Duane?

There was another gang shooting
on that block a week ago...

...and one of the bullets
killed his daughter.

Mr. Burnett, we are very sorry
for your loss. Very sorry.

She was watching TV.

And she's dead because I couldn't afford
for her to have a safe place to live.

No, it's not your fault, Mr. Burnett.

It's those gangbangers
running around with guns.

Or the paramedic who saves them.

When I heard those shots again...

...I just lost it.

I wanted somebody to pay
for Angela's death.

We know you went to the hospital.
We saw you on the security camera.

What were you doing there?

I thought that I could give the police
a report.

See if the shootings
connected up to Angela.

But I didn't see them.

Well, this is the paramedic
that you fought with that night.

- Did you see him later?
- Yeah.

I was outside the ER.

No, no, no.

I went straight to my shift
at the warehouse.

You can check.

- Could you see what was handed to him?
- No.

It rolled, but I didn't see it.

The hospital security camera
is angled towards the intake ramp.

From this camera,
all you get is Cole leaving the ER.

But this is from the parking lot
across the street.

I got your guy right here.

Can you get me a pop
of the guy inside the car?

Good. Make a picture of that.

- I wanna circulate it.
- Right, done.

Is there any way we can see
what he's handing off to Cole?

Not from this angle,
but there's a second camera in the lot.

I think...

That's a lot of dough.

What the hell is Cole doing
taking money from a gangbanger?

Maybe Cole takes money
from the Tombs for top service...

...and he lets the Lenox Crew
bleed out.

But he didn't even look
as if he wanted to take the money.

Maybe he said no,
and that's why he's in trouble.

Listen to this. The guy driving the car
is Orlando Davidson.

Drug trafficking and assault.

He's a Crew boss.
One of the leaders of the Tombs.

And guess who he used to run with
as teenager?

- Cole was a gangbanger?
- Yes.

How'd you find out?

Well, his juvenile records are sealed,
but a cop friend of mine hooked me up.

So have we gotten hold
of this Orlando?

No. He's gonna be hard to track.

Viv, what was the name of the church
that Cole attends?

- Living Brotherhood Ministry.
- Okay, well, six months ago...

...Cole gave a thousand dollars
to an anti-gang program they run.

Why not tell his girlfriend
that's where the money went?

Because he never told his girlfriend
about his gang past.

I started the program
seven years ago...

...after my son was shot
walking home from school.

I'm sorry about that, Reverend.

A lot of people lost loved ones.

I'm fortunate to have this
as an outlet for the pain.

I understand that Cole helped you
fund your work?

He gave more than money.
He gave his time.

Men with jobs in this neighborhood
gleam like gold.

He's been a great role model.

Did he tell you
that he used to run with the Tombs?

He didn't like to talk about it much,
but, yes, he confided in me.

You think he could have
gone back to that life?

Absolutely not.
If anything, it was just the opposite.

Good rhythm.

Look at you, Trevor.
You got a natural gift for this, man.

Hey, you really think you can
save somebody's life doing this?

Two-year-old in a bathtub
just last week.

- How that feel?
- Oh, man, that felt great.

- Hands up.
- Yo, Lando.

Don't forget, y'all,
I'm hooking y'all homies up.

I keep you laced.

Keep doing it, man.
You're looking great.

- What's up, man?
- What up, Cole?

Chilling, coz, you know,
I'm doing my thing.

You really think any of these fools
is gonna Lazarus somebody?

Well, as you can see,
some are catching on.

Look, I was wondering if you could just
chill on that for a minute.

It's hard for chest compressors
to compete with a phone.

You're starting to make
getting in my face a habit.

- You're telling me to leave.
- No.

No, man, I'm just asking for
a little space for these boys, that's all.

Yeah, all right. Show them your stuff.

- Appreciate it.
- I'll catch up with you later, homes.

For sure.

Cole was seen with Orlando last night
right before he went missing.

There's a possibility
that they're working together.

I don't believe that.

Do you know where
I could find Orlando?

Somewhere out there on the street.

That's all I can tell you.

Thank you.

Remember that page
Cole's girlfriend told us about?

- Yeah.
- Okay, I just got his pager records.

Someone called him
from a payphone at a store...

...in the middle of Tombs' territory
and sent a message.

But it's just four numbers.
Triple-six four.

So I'm thinking
maybe some kind of a gang code.

Or slang?

I'll tell you what, I'll take the gang files
if you'll take the slang.

It's an addendum to the will.

So it's just witnesses,
attestation clause, it all looks kosher.

He made this decision the day his doctor
told him he had kidney failure.

His lawyer's telling me
this is legally binding.

Well, it is, but it doesn't affect the will,
it's the funeral.

What funeral? I'm gonna torch him
and put him in a jar.

He did have Alzheimer's.

You could find a judge
who might rule diminished capacity.

- Bastard just did this to torture me.
- Well, it's working.

- Well, I just want what's right.
- For whom?

- Why do you always do this?
- Do what?

Make an easy answer complicated.

I'm a lawyer. It goes with the training.

Could you knock it off?

Well.

There you go.

There you have it.

I'll do this.

- I'll get back to you.
- Okay, good.

Viv.

- I need your help.
- Okay.

I have gone through all of the
gang members in this neighborhood.

I've gone through birthdays,
prison numbers, apartment numbers.

None of them match.

I mean, l...
What am I missing here, you know?

If it's some random personal code
then we're completely lost.

Okay. All right, now,
what about letters?

For example, six would be M-N-O.

M, N and O.

All right, we got a Mike here
who's listed as a member of the Tombs.

All right, so that would be six-four...

Nope. Not six-four.
What about a Nathan?

- Six-two.
- Nope. Okay, what about a Monique?

Okay, six-six... Yep, that's it.

Six-six-six-four.

Monique, we know that you paged Cole
two weeks ago.

Triple-six four spells out
the beginning of your name.

A lot of names start like that.

You're the one that was identified
by the clerk at the store, Monique.

He remembered you
because you cursed him out...

...for not giving you a cigarette.

They charged a buck 50 for a loosey.

So you were there.

- And you did page Cole.
- Ain't no law against that.

You have beef with Cole?

A fight that you wanna take
to the next level?

- I didn't do nothing to him.
- Did somebody get shot?

And that's why you were calling Cole, so
he could come over and patch them up?

It was a 10-10.

Who got jumped in?

My boyfriend, Trevor.

He got beat bad.

- I didn't know who else to call.
- I'm glad you paged me.

- Trevor. Hey, man, look at me.
- Man, go away.

Nobody told you to come here.

Yeah, well, you let 10 fools beat on you
for 10 minutes. Now you in a gang.

Took it like a man.
Nobody got over on me.

Yeah, but you're smarter than this,
Trevor.

This beat-down could have killed you.

- There's a lot of ways out here to die.
- What are you doing?

Trevor, we were working this, man. Why
would you come out of the plan now?

Talk to me.

I was just playing hoops.

Stole the ball from this guy
and he tripped.

I laughed, you know, just messing.
Didn't know he was Lenox Crew.

He swore he'd kill me.

Orlando told me if I joined,
the Tombs could protect me.

All right. Look at me, man.

I got a job, Trevor.

All right? I'm not packing weed...

...I'm not running guns for Orlando
so he can get a nice new ride.

- It can happen.
- Out here?

On 115th?

No. No.

I need an insurance policy,
and you can't be it.

Trev.

Yo, Trev.

No. No, don't do this.

I ain't got no choice.

Do you know where Trevor is now?

No.

I haven't heard from him
since yesterday.

His mother is out of town on a job.

I have a key to his place.
I could give it to you.

- Apartment is clear.
- Told you Trevor wasn't here.

You could have found that out
without dragging me.

- Is he your boyfriend? Is he?
- Yeah.

Because we thought
that you'd wanna help us find him.

I understand you're just trying
to stay out of trouble, but listen.

Keeping quiet is not gonna help.

You didn't give us the keys
to the apartment...

...because you like doing favors
for the FBI.

Did you think we were gonna find
a body here?

Not telling us
about a murder or kidnapping...

...makes you an accessory,
which means you're gonna go to jail.

It doesn't matter that you're 14.
Do you understand that?

So...

...you wanna start over?

Okay.

Cole was here last night.
He was looking for Trevor.

I gave you $ 10,000, Lando.
Why not just take it?

Because I changed my mind.

Little homey gonna make
a real good soldier.

Let his cartoon-watching ass fool you.

Look, come on, man.
I told you what his teachers said.

Only time I've heard the word "potential"
used so many times...

...is when they was talking
about your skinny ass.

Now, look, man,
I'm asking you as a favor.

For old times' sake, don't do this.

Man, why do you keep plucking
at them old memory strings?

- Waking and baking, yeah, it was cool.
- Yeah, we were like brothers, man.

And that's the word
you keep forgetting: Were.

Why do I owe you anything?

You jump off
and now you come strutting back?

Everybody all looking up at you
with your fancy equipment.

Well, Trevor, that's my equipment.

So you need to step off.

I can't do that.

Look, Trevor has a chance.
Let him take it.

How does that feel?

Your fancy training
gonna save you now?

Hey, Trev.

Little man.

Cole here wants to rescue you.

You wanna be alone?
Fly free on the streets?

- Trevor, don't listen to him.
- Shut up.

No.

Then hold this for me.

Gotta go.

Now, show me what you're made of,
little man.

That was it. Orlando left.

- Trevor told me to go too.
- You haven't heard from Trevor since?

I was hoping you guys could find him
before he did something stupid.

- What do you think happened to Cole?
- You know.

Sorry we had to pick you up
at your baby's mama's house.

Next time, don't hide behind
your lady's skirt, okay, Orlando?

- Didn't know y'all was looking for me.
- Well, we were.

Where the hell is Cole?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

We know you were
at Trevor's last night.

Who'd y'all talk to?
Crackhead ho Monique?

She hallucinates.

We didn't find crackhead ho Monique.

What we did find was a lot of people
that were excited...

...about helping us move you
to a federal address.

You know, I think you put your boy,
Trevor, up to killing Cole.

- You ain't got nothing to say about that?
- What you think?

Well, if you have nothing to say,
then you're free to go.

Because we don't need you.

Come on, go.

- What?
- Trevor's 14 years old.

How far do you think a 14-year-old
with a dead body's gonna get?

- That was good, covering for Monique.
- Thanks.

I don't think we should put this guy
back on the street.

Listen, N.Y.P.D.'s gonna trail him,
we're good, okay?

- I'm telling you.
- We're good.

- Hello.
- Hey.

I got your message, obviously.

- Thanks for coming.
- Yeah, no problem.

Can I get you something?

- Yeah.
- It's just water.

Vodka tonic, please.

Thanks.

It's a little early in the day for that,
don't you think?

Well, you did invite me to a bar.

Well, a good point.

Probably should have
ordered one myself.

So have you thought
about your father?

Well, I'm torn.

Between honoring the last wishes
of a crazy old man...

...or giving him the final flying finger.

I know it's stupid.

I did look into it.

And you can overturn his decision
if you want.

- Really?
- But I wouldn't recommend it, Jack.

Why not?

Your dad's dead, Jack.

You have to let go.

Yeah, well, I will certainly take that
under advisement.

You know what? I want to...

I want to apologize for this morning.

- Oh, yeah.
- It was just so out of line.

I have no idea what came over me,
I just...

Look, I don't even think of you
that way.

You know what?

That did not come out the way
I wanted it to come out. I'm sorry.

I understand.

You know what I mean. I just... It...

Hang on a sec, I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Okay.

- Gotta go.
- Yep.

I...

I have to go.

And I'm really sorry
about what happened.

And it was really...

...inappropriate...

...for me to do that.

- And now it's over.
- Really?

- You know, we could talk about...
- No.

It doesn't matter. Okay.

- So we're good?
- We are.

Has Orlando called Trevor?

He made three calls to the same number
the second he left.

He's worried about
where the kid dumped the body.

I got the number he called.

I'm just triangulating the location
from the signal.

- All right, I got it.
- Where is he?

Signal's coming from Edgecomb
Hospital, where Cole went missing.

One of the boys from the church.
I recognize him.

Cole brought him on the run
with us once. I haven't seen him since.

- What time did you go back on duty?
- A half hour ago.

I was getting equipment ready
for the next run.

What's up?

I left the door to the bus open,
now it's closed.

- Where's Cole?
- Hey, man, I don't know.

- Don't shoot, don't shoot.
- Come on out.

Easy.

You were the last person
to see Cole alive.

And I know Orlando told you
to kill him.

You help us, we'll help you.

Oh, man, I swear, I didn't do nothing.
I didn't kill Cole.

Move out, let's go.

Think this'll keep my blood
from splattering?

Shut up. I gotta think.

Right. Right.

Think. But not about how you gonna
clean up this mess from shooting me...

...but how your life
will never be the same if you do this.

I said shut up.

- You're not a killer, Trevor.
- What do you know about me?

A killer would have shot me and been
at the refrigerator for something to eat.

- I'm warning you.
- I know a killer...

...wouldn't spend time over a dummy
practicing to save a life.

What the hell do you know?
You got out. Never made your bone.

Yeah, I did.

I thought killing someone
would make me a man too.

We do this thing, man, we in.
Solid gold, homes.

Tombs forever.

So how about him?

Orders are: Civilian male.
Show him no mercy.

He it then.

I killed him.

And all he was doing
was walking home from school.

Orlando told that story
with him doing the shooting.

I know, I let him.

Because the only story I had to tell...

...was how I puked every night.

And how I couldn't get his face
out of my head.

And how I could hear
his family crying...

...no matter where I was.

Come on, Cole, turn around.

Why?

If you shoot me...

...you will see my face every night
for the rest of your life...

...whether I turn around or not.

So go ahead, man.

Make your bone.

What if I wanna get out? How can I?
Orlando will kill us both.

You let me worry about that.

Let go.

Let go.

It's okay, man.

It's over.

Cole came up with a plan.

A school I could go to, live there,
get out that neighborhood.

He was gonna pay for the first year.

- Where is he now?
- I don't know. He told me to come here.

Ask Joe for the key to his place
in Tarrytown, go there and wait.

- And he didn't say where he was going?
- He said he had to go see somebody.

Stay put. Watch him.

So we were both right.
This guy's a killer.

- Who turned his life around.
- I just hope it's not too late, Viv.

Okay, bad news.
You know the tail on Orlando?

N.Y.P.D. Lost him.

All right, I checked the records
in unsolved murders in Harlem.

The young man who Cole killed?
I think this is him.

Reverend Hovis' son.

Reverend, please,
you need to talk to us.

So where's Cole? Where is he?

- I don't know.
- I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Where is Cole?

He came by.

I wish he hadn't.

Cole, what's going on?
The FBI was just here.

One of the boys told me
Orlando's trying to hurt you.

I know, I crossed him,
so now he wants to kill me.

- Well, should I call the police?
- No.

Orlando doesn't matter.

Reverend,
I came here today because...

If something does happen to me,
I need you to know that...

- Know what, son?
- Don't call me that.

- Okay?
- Okay. Okay.

Calm down, Cole.

Believe me, I've heard the worst
of what's in men's souls.

- Anything and l...
- I killed your son.

What?

I shot Miles.

I'm the one that killed him.

- No.
- Look, I came to his funeral...

...and I don't even know why.

But when I heard you preach...

...it just changed me.

I swore that I would try
and make up...

...for everything I've ever done...
- Make up?

Make up?

You think by stitching up those
hoodlums makes up for killing my boy?

- No, that's not what I meant.
- Get out of my face.

Get out!

Reverend, look, I don't...

I don't expect your forgiveness.

I gotta catch a bus.

That's the address of where I'll be.

Whatever you need to do.

That was it. He left.

- I know I should have called you.
- What was the address?

Someplace in Tarrytown.

- And nothing happened after Cole left?
- No.

Your Bible got knocked over.

Why didn't you pick it up?

You know, I've been going to church
my whole life...

...and on a normal day...

...there isn't a holy man alive
who'd leave his Bible on the floor.

Here. Take your Bible. Take it.

Take it.

What did you do to Cole?

I gave Orlando the address.

How long ago was this?

About an hour ago.

All right, there's the bus.
It must have gotten in early.

Service through to Manhattan
will begin boarding in 15 minutes.

And there's Cole and Orlando.
Let's go.

He's got a gun.

Get out of here.
Get out, get out, get out.

Drop the gun, FBI.

Everybody move clear.

- Did you find Trevor?
- Everybody's okay.

Orlando, put the weapon down.
No one needs to get hurt.

Come on, Orlando.

It doesn't have to go down
like this, coz.

Drop the weapon, Orlando.

Blood out, coz.

This is Agent Delgado,
I need an ambulance, please, now.

You're gonna be all right.

- Is Trevor okay?
- Trevor's fine. Don't talk.

L...

I made plans for him at a school,
okay?

The mo... The money...

Money...

Trevor?

- You excited about your new school?
- No.

Well, you should be.
This is a big opportunity for you.

Cole give this to you?

You wanna make him proud of you,
don't you?

Well, here's your shot to do that,
so don't blow it.

Office, cell.

Whatever you need,
you call me day or night.

Nobody makes it alone, Trevor.

Nobody.

- Hi.
- Hey.

He looks good.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

He would have liked that.

Thank you.

Hope you're happy.

Adapted by:
SDI Media Group

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