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We hereby commend our brother to you, Lord.

And so it remains that Matthew Cordell...

can now live on in your eternal presence.

We cannot sit in judgment of this man...

any more than we might sit in judgment ofthose responsible...

for his false imprisonment and untimely demise.

In your mercy and love,

please forgive whatever sins he may have committed...

through human weakness.

Hey, Mac.

Aren't you supposed to be off at some political bullshit function?

That's right. I'm just warming up.

So what's with the no headgear?

I love the sound of gunfire.

Why aren't you out celebrating?

Don't feel like it.

Go out, for Christ's sake. It's your birthday.

Have some fun. Go to a movie.

Anything but standing around here and shooting at anonymous bad guys all night.

Maybe they're not so anonymous to me.

Anybody I know?

Yeah, maybe.

Hank Cooney from the mayor's office.

What's the problem?

He's calling me into deposition to answer another citizen complaint.

Excessive force?

Seems to be the popular complaint these days.

Broke the bastard's cheekbone.

What was the charge?

Attempted rape.

Next time wait a little longer.

Then you can kill the bastard.

Hollow-points, huh?

Where accuracy is never a problem.

Well, you know they are calling me Maniac Kate.

I wouldn't consider that a compliment.

Hey, Mac, I'll see you later.

What? Happy birthday, kid.

You crazy-

Hey, Mac, I love it.

Down at the end ofthe alley!

Get those bums out ofthere!

We need some more over here!

Mac. Down here. Hey, Lieutenant.

Watch your step.

Sorry I had to call you out ofthe function. You did me a favor, Leo.

Yeah, we'll see. It's some gruesome shit.

At least he died with a smile on his face.

Very funny, Leo.

Lieutenant! Newshounds are here.

Shit.

Yeah, it's McKinney. Should be good with him here.

What is it? What you got? Homeless guy.

Well, how 'bout an angle, McKinney?

You want an angle? Yeah.

How about 1 80 degrees? Come on, man. Give me a break. Huh?

It's a routine O.D. You wanna check it out, go ahead.

But ifyou were smart, you'd go down to 29th and Park. We got a jumper.

You're an angel. Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

See what you get? Huh?

Fucking McKinney.

That son ofa bitch. He really gave us the shaft, that prick.

I knew there was nojumper. I knew it.

Couldn't you tell he was trying to get rid of us? What else we got?

Okay, let's see what we got.

We got a bomb scare.

Long Island City and Kennedy Airport.

- Maybe we could string the both ofthem together. - No, they always turn out to be duds.

What else? Drug-related homicide, SoHo.

Nah, that's no good. Wait a minute. Is it a kid?

Black male, 1 8 to 25.

Couldn't be a fucking Irishman or a fucking Greek? Don't they get high on drugs?

Next! Next!

Got a four-alarm fire in Brooklyn. Forget about it.

- Wait, wait. This is big. - Come on.

The networks won't even consider it unless there's at least three confirmed dead.

It's a warehouse. A fucking mattress warehouse.

Forget it!

Fuckin' somethin' better happen.

- What are you doing?

Praying to the news gods to grant usjust one good misfortune.

So, Mac, we gonna chalk this up as a routine O.D., huh?

Well, let me ask you something. What do you think?

Did they stuffthe chicken down this guy's throat before he O.D.'d or after?

It's Palo Mayombe.

You're not thinking about food now, are you?

It's a spin-offofSanteria.

They use the heads for their rituals.

How do you know about this occult shit?

Ever since Cordell, it's been an interest of mine.

They whacked this poor bastard for his head?

No, they probably found him dead.

Theyjust got there before we did.

So how does the bird play in this?

It's a courtesy to the stiff.

It allows the soul to take flight.

Does it hurt? Does it hurt?

This is Sullivan, 1 084. Arrived at scene. Cannot determine extent ofactivity inside.

Are now entering to investigate. Over and out.

- God!

Come on! Next!

Son ofa bitch!

- We got us a shooter.

Officer Kate Sullivan?

Oh, that's beautiful.

I'll kill you all. I'll kill all you fucking bastards.

Come on! Come on! Who's next? Huh?

How does it feel? Does it hurt?

Does it hurt? Come on! Who's next?

Shoot me now, bitch!

Go ahead! I dare you! You want to see her brains?

Huh?

Why don't you come back here and give me a smooch?

Get out of my way! What the hell is wrong with you, you stupid jerk?

The head...

carries the spirit.

The heart...

carries the soul.

A head with no heart...

is a spirit with no soul.

Did you see what went down here?

I see whatyou see.

I saw a symbol...

in the dirt.

Two triangles...

facing each other across a line.

You see...

the symbol ofanti-justice.

You can't touch me!

Stick with him. Stick with him. I got him. I got him.

You can't touch me!

No fuckin' Valium? Give me a fuckin' break!

All right, where's the good stuff?

This is nothin'! Just fuckin' glorified aspirin shit!

Oh, yeah.

Oh, fuck! Dilaudid!

This filthy creep's gonna make us rich.

Oh, man.

Hey, look.

Hey, we're on TV.

Wave- Hi, Mom.

Drop the gun!

You look like you could use some downers.

This'll be on the world news tomorrow.

Go ahead.

Help yourself.

- Let the kid go. - No.

I don't want to. I'll give you a count of 1 0.

Oh, is that what you're gonna do? Huh?

One.

Two.

Three.

Lady, you can't hurt me,

'cause I'm immortal.

- Look at this sick bastard. - Four.

But she's not.

You shot him. Calm down.

Backup's on its way. Calm down.

You shot Frank. - You buzzed him in.

I'm buying a new foreign car.

She's got a pulse.

It's fading. How bad is she?

You know her religion? Catholic.

Get a priest.

I'm losing her.

Pulse is 32.

Oh, Sean.

Mrs. Sullivan.

What's happening to my baby?

She was involved in a shooting.

The police brought me here.

They said something about a chest wound, but nobody tells me how bad it is.

Well, they don't knowyet, Mrs. Sullivan.

You've always been her protector.

Please make sure she gets the best ofcare.

Mrs. Sullivan, I have some important papers foryou to sign.

Ifthe Lord calls her, make sure they let her go to him.

- I promise. Please, Mrs. Sullivan.

Mr.Jenner to Admitting.

Mr.Jenner to Admitting.

Lieutenant McKinney? Yeah.

Would you like to wait upstairs? I think you'd be more comfortable up there.

Yeah. Thanks.

You are the first cop to walk these streets in a long time.

These are dark days, my friend.

I need your very special kind ofdarkness.

You want to kill me...

because I'm the one responsible foryour resurrection.

But understand,

I could not have brought you back unless you allowed it.

Even I cannot overcome the will ofa spirit at rest.

And your spirit will never be at rest,

will it, Officer Cordell?

I ain't afraid ofthe gangsters out there. It's the cops. I'm afraid ofthe cops.

They're psycho, man, every last one ofthem.

Check this out. Uh, that Kate Sullivan?

She kills the hostage and the perpetrator lives. I mean, what is this? Iraq?

City officials are concerned over recent-

Kate's lucky. Myerson's on duty tonight.

Thanks. Mm-hmm.

What makes her lucky?

He's top ofthe line in trauma.

Well, I hope so.

I oughta know. I put him through med school.

Please call the authorities. Let's go live now-

I hope it wasn't a correspondence course.

I'm standing outside LaRue's Pharmacy at 1 25th Street and Lexington...

during an event which can only be described as a black rainbow ofterror.

What began as a routine burglary call ended in a gruesome tragedy earlier tonight...

as a 1 9-year-old pharmacist's assistant was brutally shot dead by police.

News cameras were on the scene with this shocking footage.

Get out of my way!

In what could be the most chilling example of its kind,

Officer Kate Sullivan is seen here shooting both hostage and suspect...

with no apparent regard for innocent life.

That's bullshit.

Ifyou call 91 1 and Domino's, we all know who's gonna get there first. Right?

I feel safer with a pizza. You know what I mean?

While the suspect, FrankJessup, is recovering...

in the lockup ward at Queen of Mercy Hospital,

at the center ofthe controversy, and fighting for her own life,

is Officer Kate Sullivan, a six-year veteran,

well known among her colleagues as fearless, opinionated and brash.

In recent months she'd earned the nickname Maniac Kate,

a nod to another cop with a knack for overkill.

A police spokesman stated that an Internal Affairs investigation has been initiated.

But for this young pharmacist,

the last prescription she filled...

was the bitter pill offate.

Son ofa bitches.

Where can I find Katie?

Seventh floor O.R.

Thanks.

New "Buy American" plan isjust the deal-

I'm at Customs in Mexico City.

This guy says to me, "You got anything to declare?"

I said, "Yeah. I can't focus my eyes, and it burns when I urinate."

Oh, man. Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for a Dr. Myerson.

Who are you?

Lieutenant McKinney.

Well, I'm Myerson.

Can you tell me the status of Officer Sullivan?

She's alive.

Can you be a little more specific?

Reticular formation's intact.

- She's got primary cerebral cortex- - Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey. Hey.

I'm a cop, not a doctor.

She can respirate and eliminate.

You're telling me she's brain-dead? Yeah.

What's the prognosis?

Stick her in a rock garden.

I don't like your sense of humor.

Help these people.

Hey, that cop's up there, right?

You know, the one that shot the hostage.

Kate, uh-

What's her name?

Ask me, she had it coming.

About time you guys figured out this ain't the Wild West, pal.

Bunch ofcowboys.

Yeah, that's it.Just a bunch offunny cowboys. Hi-ho, Silver.

So, how bad is the stench down at the halls ofjustice these days, William?

Oh, pretty bad.

Um, look, um, don't tell anybody where you got this from.

I never do.

The city is gonna roll over on this case, big time.

Scumbag, he's already got himselfa lawyer. Now he's suing us.

So let him sue. He's a hopped-upjunkie. Nobody's gonna take him seriously.

Somebody already has. He's got himselfa case, Mac.

Your friend Kate, she had herselfan automatic drop gun.

Hollow-points in a service revolver? Come on.

For Christ's sake, Willie, you've been on the streets. Every hitter out there's got that and more.

What are we supposed to fight them back with? Pop guns?

Don't matter.

Those are illegal weapons. Cops can't use them.

You know that, I know that, she knows that, scumbag knows that.

That's why he's suing the city for 1 0 mil for each slug we pull out of his sorry ass.

Which, at this point, I think it's up to three.

What kind ofdeal are they gonna cut him?

Six months, suspended sentence,

in exchange for him dropping his suit against the city.

What's that do to Katie?

Just pray your friend doesn't wake up.

Step back.

Thanks.

Couple ofsquirts of morphine in my I.V. drip there, huh, beautiful?

We wouldn't want to turn you into an addict, now would we, Mr.Jessup?

Oh, my mind would be a terrible thing to waste.

Excuse me. Dr. Fowler?

Hi.

- Can I help you with something? - Yeah. I'd, uh- I'd like a minute.

I'm sorry. I don't have the time right now.

No I mean with the patient. Oh

Uh, I don't think that's such a good idea.

I just need to ask him a couple ofquestions.

- Can I have one minute? - One minute?

Please.

Okay. Thankyou.

I told the story to your friends.

Well, you know what? I don't want the story. I want the truth.

Then you can wait for my memoirs.

- Shh.

I'd rather not wait that long.

Now...

I didn't know that girl Terry,

but I do know the officer,

and I know that when she puts a slug between somebody's eyes,

it belongs there.

Now, I want you to mull this over. Okay?

I want you to think about it. You don't have to answer me now.

But are you sure there isn't anything else? I want you to tell me. All right?

Maybe there's something else you forgot to tell the other detectives.

- Think about that.

What's going on in here?

I didn't see nothin'.

It's terrible when you have an itch you can't scratch.

Lieutenant McKinney.

What went on in there?

We had a little chat. I have a feeling if it had been a big chat, he'd be dead right now.

Are you assigned to this case? No, not officially.

Then I'm gonna have to askyou to stay away from my patient. Look, Dr. Fowler.

Take him in here. Come on.

Maybe I stepped out of line back there. I don't know anymore.

But Katie is-

Well, she's like a kid sister to me.

Please try and understand that.

Nurse.

Nurse!

Nurse, there's some kind of reaction from Kate Sullivan. Dr. Fowler.

I don't see any change.

Her eyes were open.

- You sure? - I know what I saw.

That monitor was going crazy.

Well, there's nothing there now.

She grabbed my hand, like this.

- I'll go tell Dr. Myerson. - You can't do that.

If he knows it comes from me, he won't lift a finger.

Then he won't know.

Can you page Dr. Myerson, please?

Dr. Fowler.

So how come you're so willing to believe me?

Because you don't strike me as the kind of man with much imagination, Lieutenant McKinney.

Thanks.

Close him up. Count the sponges.

Hello, gorgeous.

I just came from Kate Sullivan's room. Mmm.

Chest wound. Mm-hmm.

What are you doing talking to one of my patients? I thought I might find you there.

I love it when you pursue me.

You miss me, don't you? Not as much as you'd like to think.

Whoa.

Anyway, that's not what I came here to talk about.

My loss.

There was alpha activity on Kate's monitor.

Mm-hmm. And?

She actually opened her eyes. Her monitor was going crazy.

"Going crazy." Would that be your exact professional diagnosis?

Or could you be any more specific?

No. I didn't stop to analyze the readings.

Okay. How about "crazy" as a simple neural seizure?

It's very common in cases like this.

Take a nine-volt battery, hook it up to a dead frog,

you get about the same result.

Peter, I want you to authorize another brain scan.

I can't do it.

Why? Because it is unwarranted.

It's a waste of money, it's a waste oftime,

and as far as I'm concerned, it's a waste ofa bed.

She's Gumby. Peter!

Please, Susan, don't push me on this.

You know how I react when you push me.

How about dinner?

You're unbelievable.

Ifyou change your mind, beep me. I'm on vibrate.

- Dr. Fowler, what are you doing down here?

Did you see a police officer?

Nobody down here but us.

But you betterwatch your step. It's dangerous down here with all these pipes.

Then I better get back. Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

He's around the back. I'll go get him.

Hey, Mac, no smiley face this time, huh?

Smiling on the inside, Leo.

What do we got here?

Looks like the doctor here kissed something with a hell ofa jolt.

Fried his brains right down to the nubs.

Oh, Christ.

Friend ofyours? Not in this life.

Round up the staff. I want to talk to them.

Anybody- You know, maintenance people who were working.

I never used to smoke around Peter.

I didn't want him to knowjust how much he was worming his way under my skin.

So tell me, Detective McKinney, how do you deal with pain?

Chocolate-chocolate mint ice cream.

About a pint with a ton ofwhipped cream. Works every time.

I'm sorry about your friend.

Thanks.

Do you have any idea who might have a motive to use that thing on Myerson?

Practically everyone who works at this hospital.

That's a hell ofa lineup.

Maybe I ought to consider myselfa suspect.

Well, then you'd have to get at the back ofthe line.

I've been meaning to ask you. Is there a cop assigned to Kate's room?

No. Why do you ask?

Because I saw one leaving there earlier.

I don't know- I didn't get a good look at him,

but he was huge and kind ofscary looking.

I don't know why, but I followed him down to the tunnels under the hospital.

Where do they lead?

Well, they used to connect with all the older buildings in the area,

but now I think they mostly go nowhere.

I've been expecting you, McKinney.

I have a way ofattracting certain restless souls...

who find no comfort in conventional wisdom.

I am a houngan malfaiteur.

Raiser ofthe dead.

Does that happen to include desecration ofcorpses and stuffing them with dead chickens?

You are not here to...

nail a humble religious practitioner...

on a misdemeanor corpse desecration charge.

I want to know about resurrection.

I am not a priest.

To some people you are.

Some people leave this world...

with an unanswered cry forjustice.

Sometimes the echo...

don't die away completely.

And when it does?

One might be compelled to return.

But the resurrection,

it's far more painful and terrifying than death.

You cannot imagine the torment, the sense of loss...

to walk alone among the living...

and not be alive.

That must be the most cruel injustice ofall.

Then you'd know something about that veryjustice,

wouldn't you, McKinney?

Where is he?

You'll find him.

What makes you so sure?

Because you both walk the same path.

Are we tied up after work tonight or what?

God, I love the smell of fresh plasma before breakfast.

Dr. Powell. Ah, Mr. Cooney.

I'm hoping we might be able to speak privately.

I've got my hands full this morning. My top trauma guy didn't show up.

Whoa, sweetheart. Tie offthat femoral there.

He could lose the leg.

He already has as far as I'm concerned. What's on your mind?

Kate Sullivan.

I am familiarwith the case. Mm-hmm.

Vegetative state, chronic. Right.

And there is some legal precedent to remove her from life support at this stage,

if I'm not mistaken.

Yes, you're correct, in certain situations.

How we doing? B.P. dropping, going into V-tach.

50 c.c.'s digitox. Be prepared with those paddles. Why do you ask?

Well, let'sjust say we can save Kate a great deal of pain...

and save this city a great deal of pain ifwe put an end to this episode.

We need permission from next of kin.

Fifty over 25. Pop another 50.

What's this? That's a letter ofconsent.

Signed by the mother. That's right. We've been talking to her.

She's a very agreeable woman. In fact, she's a terrific lady.

B.P. 1 1 0 over 69. I think he's coming around.

Welcome back, son.

Nice to get down to the trenches every once in a while. Keeps you fit.

I would hope that we could accomplish this in a timely fashion, Doctor.

I can handle this this afternoon.

Really? Oh, that'd be terrific, sir.

I really thankyou very much.

And I know Kate would too ifshe could.

Ah, sewing up now, are we? Yes, sir.

About time. By the way, now that you're here.

Uh, I have family coming in from out oftown. These are real Knicks fans.

Now, I don't know whetheryou can do anything about it, but, uh-

Well, I certainly can.

Center court, floor, right next to Pat Riley. How's that sound?

Perfect. Hey, it's my pleasure.

Who's in there?

I don't appreciate my staff using this hospital like a goddamn Greek restaurant.

Come on out, whoever's responsible for this.

Aah! No!

Aah!

No!

What the-

Oh, my God!

Where the heck are you driving? Look at this neighborhood you're driving through. What, are you crazy?

I wouldn't feel safe ifwe had a police escort right now. I swear to God.

- I hearyou, man. - You need the fucking National Guard to come through this place.

Hurry up. Come on. Let's get out of here.

What do you suppose would happen ifwe showed that cop shooting in full?

Like how?

I mean, like, don't cut out the stuffthat we usually cut out.

You gotta look at it this way. Cop brutality sells, okay? Just ask Rodney.

Yeah, I know that. But you don't understand-

You gotta find that one little twist that you can sell it with.

Otherwise, we don't make a nickel, man.

Drive-by shooting five blocks from here. Forget about it.

It's a child! What?

That's it!

Let's get this.

All right, I want you to go get the body, shoot the body. All right.

I'm gonna get some B-roll. Okay.

I'll catch you back there. All right? Right.

Okay.

Hey, did you see who got shot?

Yeah. You did?

Do you mind if I askyou a few questions?

Great.

Uh, was it a kid?

Yeah. Yeah?

Boy or a girl? Girl.

Sh-Shot bad?

How bad?

Shotgun?

Did you know her?

She's my sister.

She-

Wow. Hey. Well, life's a bitch, huh, man?

Where the hell is everybody?

Yo, Trib.

Trib!

I should just get a shot ofthis.

This could be it.

Where'd you get the tape?

Elvis.

The buzzer.

You buzzed him in. Why?

- We got something here.

What? It was an insidejob.

Poor Katie. You buzzed him in. Why?

This will clear her, won't it?

I hope so.

Let's go.

Huh?

I think my client will be satisfied with the basic terms.

But along with the suspended sentence,

I think we need to offer Mr.Jessup the opportunity to benefit...

from standard commercial exploitation of his story.

Literary rights, film rights, TV appearances, that sort ofthing.

So what more do you need from us?

When you reduce his sentence, just delete any reference to homicide or manslaughter from the record.

Those distinctions would make it difficult for him to benefit...

from collecting fees or royalties.

And you can understand how important that would be to Mr.Jessup.

Well, I'll- I'll see what I can do.

Now have you, uh, presented our offer to Mr.Jessup?

Oh, no.

As his attorney, I feel I should be satisfied with the general parameters first.

No need in raising false expectations. [ Elevator Bell Dings ]

Oh, ofcourse not.

Then I can assume we're in accordance. Mr.Jessup will be very happy.

Oh, yeah. Hello, Harry.

- Listen, I don't see any reason why I can't have access to those records.

And, uh, Ms. Lindsey.

Yes? May I call you Gina?

Ofcourse, Hank.

Once this is resolved,

maybe you and I can have a cocktail ofour own and, uh, do a little celebrating.

Hmm. I think we can agree on that.

Okay

Save it! Come on!

Oh, great. I shot my lawyer.

Fuck 'em. You can get another one. They're free.

What's this?

Looks like a runaway stiff.

I thought I told you not to mess with my patients.

Then don't leave their cages open.

I didn't.

I know.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Ifyou've got insurance, maybe I should send you a bill.

How about, uh, dinner instead?

I don't know.

How long are you planning to stick around?

In this place, not long if I can help it.

Then I guess dinner is out ofthe question.

Jesus. Mac, I'm sorry.

Oh, bad timing, Leo. Katie's missing, Mac.

She's gone.

How long could she stay off life support? She can't.

Get me backup, Leo.

I'll take it from here. I'm coming with you.

Stay here.

Mac.

I think you need me.

Come on.

Welcome back, McKinney.

Your path has reached its end.

What we do here is good-

to unite two tortured souls...

in holy matrimony.

That's bullshit.

There's nothing good or holy about this.

Ashes to ashes- Take that shit away from her.

Dust to dust.

I can't imagine the kind of pain you feel, Matt. I'm not gonna pretend to.

But don't condemn her to the same fate.

She deserves better.

You cleared her.

She's at peace. Let her go, Matt.

Let her go.

Finish it!

I cannot recover this soul.

She will not allow it.

Mac!

Mac! Mac!

Here! Come on! Hurry up!

Come on! Hurry up!

Mac!

Mac! Hurry! Hurry! He's coming!

Mac, hurry up! Hurry! He's coming! Mac!

Goddamn it!

Mac!

Oh, McKinney, it's you.

Get me an ambulance.

Let's go. Queen of Mercy?

No, the other one. Check.

Rest in peace, Katie.

Are you okay?

Get down!

- [ Screams ] - What's going on back there?

Get the hell out of here!

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I can't! I can't!

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It's gonna blow!

Get us out of here!

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Hang on.

Hang on.