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You'd expect a power plant would have more hands on deck.

Day shift, there is. Night crew's pretty much a skeleton.

Speaking of which... the decedent's name?

Billy Fisher.

The guy's been a fixture here for thirty years.

Doesn't even bother punching in most nights.

Any idea how it happened?

All I know is that Kenmore Square went dark,

I checked surveillance from the main office and there he was.

Poor bastard must have tripped or something.

Ouch.

Yeah, to the tune of a hundred and fifty thousand volts.

In fact, uh, you two might want to back up a little bit while we work on getting him out.

You got it.

Nigel?

Done.

Hey, Doc.

Here's your nasty boy's paperwork.

Thanks, new guy.

Sydney.

That's my name. Sydney, Doc.

- I've been here over a month. - Welcome aboard.

Whoa! This dog's a barking!

What's up, new guy? Devan, have you seen Jordan around?

- It's Sydney. - Not my turn to watch her.

- She and Bug are making a drop-off. - A drop off? Wow, wow, wow.

Is he kidding?

Yes. The truth is I'm sewing her into this guy's chest cavity.

She was looking for a cake to pop out of for you, but...

Man, why would Jordan go on a drop-off on the biggest night of my life?

Junior prom?

No,

The Governor's Ball. I'm being presented with the Hanna Award of Bravery

and I'm taking Jordan as my attractive arm piece.

Excuse me?

Listen, let's not make us any more awkward than already is, all right?

She's just coming as a friend. I know I could've just as easily asked you.

Did you say bravery?

Jordan, where are you?

Woody, Woody? I am so sorry.

Uh, this blackout has the streets completely gridlocked.

What blackout?

Uh... over in, uh, Kenmore Square.

There's cars backing up, uh, traffic like you wouldn't believe!

Jordan, why are you yelling?

Hello? Woody, I'm sorry. I think I'm losing you. We're heading into the tunnel.

What am I supposed to do? Just...

sit here and wait for you?

Please, no. Go on without me!

Uh... if traffic lets up I'll meet you there. Okay?

Hello?

I'm thinking I'm losing you...

So I guess you're going stag, huh?

Don't be player-hating.

Unless...

unless...

do you think you could clean up in a hurry?

Wow, Woody, that is so sweet.

Is that a yes?

Why do I bother?

Don't hate the player, girl. Hate the game.

I was supposed to go to this awards banquet thing with him tonight.

Then why did you volunteer to do this drop-off?

What are you trying to say... that I did it on purpose?

Hey, it's probably none of my business.

- What the hell? - Easy!

It's not me, it's this guy!

Jeez! Try using a blinker, you son of a...

I'd like to thank the Governor for this great honor.

No, no, no.

I'd like to thank the Governor for this prestigious honor... prestigious...

come on.

okay, but being a cop is an honor in itself.

Applause, applause, applause...

Hold the door!

What? Oh, come on!

What? No, no, no!

If you want to use the freight elevator, you'd better expect some freight.

You know, people can say what they want about our line of work,

but that's just crazy.

All right, Lenny.

Let's fire up Number Six.

All right everybody. Here we go.

They seem to know what they're doing.

Nobody move. What happened?

Then again...

No, no, no, no, no, no! This is not happening!

If you must know,

Woody and I have been doing this bizarre mating dance for three years now.

I'm sorry, did I say I must know?

What the...

Look out!

- Fire! - I got it!

You okay?

I think so. You?

I don't know. I, uh...

Oh, my God.

Do we have a first aid kit?

When do we ever need one?

I'd say right about now.

It will be okay, okay?

We need to stay calm!

Hello? Can anybody hear me? Hello!

- Give somebody a chance to answer. - Oh. This cannot be happening.

It's past quitting time. The building's practically empty.

Biggest night of my life.

Would you stop with that? This is no picnic for me either.

Oh, I'm sorry,

is this spoiling your quiet evening alone with Stinky Pete here?

Hello, anybody?

- Hello! Hello! - I got to get out of here!

- How far is the outage? - Sucker domino-ed citywide, at least?

Would it be safe for us to get your friend out ourselves?

Safe enough, sure... and I'd appreciate it.

Let's go, Nigel.

Safe enough? Did he say safe enough?

- Is it broken? - No. It doesn't feel like it.

- Is anyone here a doctor? - I thought you said you were.

I did, but I... I am.

Body bags we've got, but no first aid.

Body bags? Oh, Dios mio!

No, not for you, ma'am. You're fine.

Hey, did somebody call for a doctor?

- Yeah! Thank God! - No, no, no. Not me. I need one.

Yeah, you and a lot of people.

Any chance of getting a signal down here?

- My phone doesn't. - Does anyone know what happened?

What the hell do you think? The crash knocked out the lights.

It seemed to me the lights went out first.

Yeah, that's how I saw it.

Which probably caused the crash.

Then what took out the lights in the first place?

Is Boston under attack? Is the city wiped out above us?

- There's no reason to panic. - Don't lecture me, honey.

- Okay? I'm missing my flight. - Oh, poor us.

I kind of doubt flights are getting out anyway.

Yeah, and who asked you?

One in every crowd, I guess.

And I'm guessing that the ventilation's out.

- Everyone shut off your engines! - Not a problem. I'm on it.

Everyone turn off your engine!

And we should check every car... maybe start up a triage until we... oh, hey!

Woody! Can you hear me? Hello? Oh, God!

I had him for a second.

But you were headed into the tunnel, right?

Hey, there's a dead guy over here!

Jordan? Jordan, can you hear me now?

Jordan, can you hear me now?

Sheer volume of calls... I'd be surprised if anyone could get through right now.

Unbelievable.

biggest night of my life.

- Well, it is. - It was, Woody. Was.

I'm sure your big night's been called off by now.

No, no, no! This is not going to last long.

- Hello? Anyone in there? - New Guy!

New Guy, is that you?

It's Sydney, Doc. Sydney!

- Sydney, of course. - Sydney, what's going on up there, man?

I believe it's called a blackout.

Everybody's a wiseguy today.

Sydney, can you check the generator? We can't have the cooler getting above forty.

- Okay, you got it. Just sit tight. - Sit tight?

No, no, no, Sydney. Come back here! Sydney!

- Woman, are you out of your mind? - Hey, Doc?

What is it?

- Where would I find the generator exactly? - Sydney, just forget about that generator!

Uh, it's one flight down the back stairs, directly below the crypt.

- Okay, cool. I'm on it. - Sydney! Sydney! Get back here! Sydney.

The cooler?

Doc McGuire?

Sydney?

- Where is the crypt exactly again? - You're standing in it.

Oh, right. All right! My bad. Just sit tight!

The only man on the whole planet who knows we're down here

and you sent him to go check the cooler?

- It's a public health hazard. - This is a public health hazard!

This is a public health hazard!

Being cooped up with Smelly Mel who is permeating the fibers

of a brand new four-hundred dollar tuxedo

on what would have been the biggest night of my life.

Is this that famous bravery kicking in?

Hold this.

What do you think you're doing?

What does it look like?

Chippendales.

In your dreams.

Nightmares.

Keep it clean.

I'm doing my part, what's your story?

Not sitting tight.

You want bravery? I'm getting us out of here.

Woody! No, no, wait! I didn't mean to...

Watch and learn, sister. Ye of little faith.

Ye?

This the car that started it?

And killed the driver apparently.

Old beater. There aren't even airbags.

He's the guy who cut me off back there.

How's this for irony? Guy works for the power company, dies in a blackout.

Where's the other guy?

What other guy?

Weren't there two in the car?

Not that I saw. It went by so fast.

No I.D.?

No, unless his name is ... Spartacus XL...

Condoms?

My mommy's stuck.

Show me.

Ma'am?

Ma'am, can you hear me?

Lena?

- Where's Lena? - Lena's here. She's okay.

What about you?

Will you get her out?

You bet, Lena. We will. Don't worry.

My leg.

We're just about done here.

Wish I could say the same.

We'll be another hour or two, at least, trying to fix her... if we're lucky.

Hey, how old of a man was Billy?

Sixty, maybe?

He was a grandfather.

His poor wife.

Is this anything important?

I don't know. What is it?

You tell me. Your friend was holding it.

- That's not ours. - What was he doing with it?

Maybe because this wasn't Billy.

What are you talking about?

How many grandfathers do you know with a tongue piercing?

You're right.

This is Billy's jump suit,

but this isn't Billy.

Why do I suddenly have the feeling this blackout was no accident?

So Lena, I bet you're quite the ballerina.

And a very humble one at that, huh, Mom?

- We were coming from practice... - Okay, just breathe.

Audrey,

now, can you feel my hand on your leg?

Good. Good. That's good.

Lena, why don't you stay with Mommy

and I'll be right back, okay? You want to hold Mommy's hand?

It will be okay.

Radio says the whole city's in the dark.

She's that bad?

I don't really know.

She's pinned at the waist between the steering column and the floor.

A little shocky, bleeding from the leg.

How bad, I can't tell.

Can't we help get her out?

At this point I'm thinking less is more.

Last thing we need is a mob tugging at the woman or at the car.

Let me try a couple of things.

Yeah, well, maybe we can clear away some of these cars in case help does come.

Okay. You mean when help does come.

Think positive.

I don't know. I got a bad feeling about this.

Only now?

How's it looking,... Braveheart...

No worries, I'll have us out of here in no time.

Not if you can't reach that door.

What are you doing?

Why should... ye... have all the fun?

No, no, no, no. My tux! Come on!

Give me a boost.

Devan.

Well, I can't very well give you a boost, now can I?

Come on.

Not that you ever would.

Ready? Here you go.

Here we go, okay? Come on.

- Got it? - Yeah.

Come on. You got it? You got it?

Okay, I got it.

I'm good.

- You got it? - Yeah. I got it.

All right, throw me down a rope when you get a chance.

- Devan? - Okay. Okay.

Here.

That was not a rope!

And I'm not pulling you up.

Could this night get any worse?

Anyone know what's behind those doors?

Just a lot of pipes ready to pump in case the harbor decides to flood in on us.

See? That's what I mean! Between the bad air down here

and the water above us, this is not a place to be.

- And it's only a two-mile walk that way. - Only two miles?

Come on, people, calm down.

The power could come back any minute!

Or any day.

You know, unless you've got something constructive to say, try not to speak.

You know? Who died and made you boss of the tunnel?

The dead guy in the maroon car, for one.

If we stay here, who knows when help will come?

If we start walking now, there's at least a chance.

Now we're on the Poseidon Adventure...

Look, why don't you just go and do us all a favor.

Go to hell! I ain't leaving my car.

Forget him. He's not worth it.

Whoever wants to come, let's go.

We'll send help for the lady as soon as we're out of here. I promise.

Okay, fine, but leave us your keys.

If we have to move these cars to clear a path...

Have you seen what's left of my car?

Trust me, it's not moving anywhere.

Now what?

Does your back feel up to trying to push a few cars?

I guess.

Hey, you got out.

Thanks for your help.

Look, Woody, it was an accident.

It's not like you were going to get to wear it tonight anyway.

Uh, by the way, I got the generator working.

Thanks, new guy.

Which just tickles you pink, doesn't it?

All because I asked Jordan to go and not you.

- See, now this isn't even funny. - Wait... what?

My name is Sydney.

You've been gloating ever since she got stuck in traffic.

Go on, try and deny it.

Gloating? Are you delusional?

Cry me a river in Egypt.

My night is ruined and you couldn't be happier.

Yeah, well, don't complain to us, love.

Not unless you've carried your John Doe up nine flights of stairs.

Give us a hand, come on.

You couldn't leave him in the meat wagon until the power cam back on?

Not this John Doe.

He's the one who killed power in the first place.

Why would he do that?

That's what we need to figure out, Sydney.

Help me get him down to autopsy.

See, the boss knows my name.

- And what have you two been up to? - Don't even...

Cry you a river in Egypt...

This night's getting better and better.

If we can move these enough to create a lane,

we can get an ambulance through to the woman,

or the woman into one of our cars and out.

- Sounds like a good plan. - Shouldn't we move that dead guy first?

I guess so. Out of respect, right?

Screw that. I just don't want to be looking at him.

Hey, Morgue Man.

you got any room in that death mobile of yours?

Fine, but I'm going to need the gurney. Anyone want to give me a hand?

Funny.

Don't worry. We'll get you out of there,

if I can just...

pry it an inch or two.

So, Lena, tell me about yourself.

You married?

Mommy's okay, baby.

Hey, have either of you guys ever heard the one about the wide mouth frog?

About how one day she was hopping along, eating some flies for breakfast,

when all of a sudden, out of nowhere

this big snake comes slithering along and he says

Eew, you eat flies for breakfast?

And the wide-mouthed frog said...

well, sure! What do snakes eat for breakfast...

And the snake said, well, we snakes eat wide-mouthed frogs....

So the wide-mouthed frog said...

Is that so...

Oh, there's got to be a better way to do this.

Excuse me,

would this be of any help?

- I'm not very mechanical, but... - No, ma'am. You are a genius.

Woody?

- Can you hear me? - Jordan,

Jordan, you have to speak louder, okay? We've got a bad connection.

Just listen, okay?

We're in the tunnel.

The TWT. There was an accident down here.

Jordan? Jordan? Come again? The TWT?

We need EMS and fire down here as soon as possible, okay?

Jordan? Jordan, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

- Lost her again. - She still with Bug?

She said "we". Something about them getting stuck in the tunnel.

Ugh, talk about the worst place to be.

I can imagine with all that traffic out there.

- You got here fast enough. - Well, not everyone carries

a portable wireless satellite GPS now, do they, love?

No, and I always wonder why.

Now all circuits are busy. Well, she said they were okay.

Okay. Two things.

I just hung up with the Governor. He's put the state police on alert

and he wants an answer about John Doe within the hour.

What's the second thing?

Uniform police have located the real Billy Fisher.

He and his wife were tied up at their home. Alive, but barely.

What were you up to, young man?

So this is what he used to black out Kenmore Square?

- He used his whole body. - Unintentionally.

Or he could have martyred himself.

What?

You think he was one of those?

Which would make this bigger.

My, that's occurring to just now?

But I don't think so. Nigel, smell that hand.

- Chloroform. - Right.

Want to bet the real Billy and his wife have traces in their systems?

So you're thinking that he caught a whiff of this stuff

when he was trying to black out the city?

Right.

I'll have his I.D. in a couple of minutes.

How you going to do that?

What do you mean? I'm just gonna take his prints and run through the...

Bloody hell.

Would you settle for an actual I.D.?

Not that I can vouch for its condition.

- Last name's O'Brien. - We need an address.

O'Brien in Boston?

Forget the phone book.

Here. I have an idea.

Don't you always?

You ready?

Yeah.

You know? I don't know how you do this for a living.

Having trouble, honey?

Come on, Sunshine. Why don't you make yourself useful.

Please?

Okay, you take over and I'm going to try to pull her out.

All right.

On three... one, two...

Nice.

What is that stuff?

A mixture of amino acids.

Spot remover.

I could have done that.

Yeah, but you'd have to plug it in.

Okay, first name George. Garth Road, apartment Two- E.

Can't get all the building number. One-eight-something.

Close enough. Let's get over there. Sydney, hold down the fort.

No problem.

Of course, Doc McQuire...

Sydney's going to hold down the fort.

It's just a bad fracture. Nothing life threatening.

- Mommy? - Lena, it hurts your Mom now,

but a doctor will fix her up, soon as we're out of here.

The worst is over.

- Hey, thanks. - Yeah. Whatever.

Hey, Good job. You got her out. That's great.

Let me help you get her into the van.

You should be the first to sign your mom's cast.

- Is that so? - Yes, that's so.

What's the matter?

We may want to leave her outside the van.

There's something smelling funny in there.

Nothing funny about this.

What? Not even the designer suit under his power company jumper?

Severe blunt force trauma to the back of the head.

Looks like a good old fashioned pistol-whipping.

Then he didn't die in the crash.

Not by a long shot.

You called it.

Looks like our friend here was murdered.

More safe sex?

If so, I don't want to speculate where that's been.

Not with the little shards of glass all over them.

And it's obviously not from the car.

Let's suppose that our friend was already dead before the accident.

Whoever was actually driving

pulled him behind the steering wheel afterwards and then took off.

- You mean we hope he took off. - Yeah. Why wouldn't he?

He murdered his friend, caused a multi-car collision.

He probably ran right after it happened.

- And how to these figure in? - What am I, Melvin the Mind Reader?

Aside from the blunt force trauma, our guy had no other bodily injuries.

Now whoever was actually driving the car

must have hit the steering wheel hard on impact,

causing a sort of a circular bruising of the neck or the chest.

Excuse me?

I think we're making some progress here but we really could use some help.

Okay, I guess this can wait.

Hey, honey! The kid's mom... she's not looking so good.

Oh!

God!

Oh!

Here. It's the right kidney.

Her being pinned must have been compressing a laceration.

And decompressing it might have...

I'm with her. Why don't you go move those cars?

Police! Nobody move!

Clear!

Okay back here!

Clear?

Secured it!

It's all right, guys. Come on in.

Okay.

Fair to assume our man O'Brien wasn't working alone.

Let's comb every inch.

This blackout was planned and we need to find out what for.

All right.

If we move those few more to the side, we might have enough room.

Room for your van, right?

Yeah, or whatever vehicle can squeeze through, I don't care

as long as the woman's in it.

What is it? Uh!

- I'm fine. - Let me take a look.

- No, I said I'm fine. - Let him look.

Wow.

It's okay. Because, I mean, I got a high threshold.

Not anymore, you don't ...

broken ribs, internal bleeding, maybe...

even a punctured lung.

You should be lying down.

I don't want to lie down. I just want to get the hell out of here, okay?

Hey, buddy, we all want to get the hell...

Hey, why don't you mind your own business, Pollyanna.

Look, uh, we can get these vehicles moved without you.

Good, good.

I just want to get the hell out of here.

Kenmore Square was the target, all right.

So what's there worth targeting?

What isn't... B.U., museums, Symphony Hall?

- Fenway Park? It's the playoffs. - The Sox are away.

Here's some itineraries.

Four one-ways on tonight's red-eye to Paris.

And none of them seated together.

One first-class, one business, two coach.

- I'll get the names to airport security. - Woody, even if these names don't show,

have the airline hold all Paris flights.

I'd better notify Homeland Security.

Why? It's just a robbery.

Albeit a really clever one.

Floor plans, vault overrides, combinations, every detail.

Of what building?

Well, not every detail.

See, unlike the rest of this stuff, whoever planned the actual heist

was wise enough to label nothing.

So if this book was to fall into the wrong hands,

- the scheme would be safe. - Don't you mean the right hands?

- You got to admire their foresight. - Okay, so it's a bank,

or an art gallery,

- or something at Kenmore Square. - Who's to say the heist was successful?

Well, I mean the blackout wasn't entirely, was it?

It would only slow their escape to the airport.

You could be right. The most direct route to Logan would be...

Ashland to Parmenter east to the tunnel.

The tunnel?

The tunnel.

- What about the tunnel? - Woody?

I'm on with airport security.

Woody, didn't you say something about Jordan and Bug being stuck in the tunnel?

Yeah, the TWT. Why?

Is she going to die?

Lena, look at me.

There is no way your Mommy is going to die.

I will not let that happen, you understand?

You promise?

I promise.

Oh, please be there!

Jordan? Garret?

- Is that you? You can hear me? - Not well at all. Can you hear me?

Uh, but... yeah, kind of.

- We need help. - Are you all right?

I'm fine. Yeah, but we have a woman here that needs an ambulance right away.

We're smack in the middle of the TWT

and there's a whole bunch of cars piled up.

But it should be clear from the Logan side.

So what? An accident?

Get me an ambulance here now!

It's on its way. Now listen, is there anything else unusual down there?

- Do you mean besides everything? - The blackout was no accident, Jordan.

It's part of a robbery

and there's a chance the tunnel may have been on the escape route...

- Jordan. - Just a second, Bug.

What? Did you say robbery?

No, listen, Jordan, it's him ... the jerk with the goatee.

He was the one who was driving.

Are you sure?

He has a bruise, a big one, right here across his chest.

He's the one who killed the other guy in the car. I'm sure of it.

Jordan, what was that?

Jordan!

What happened to you, Sunshine?

His name was Phil.

And that one over there was Dave.

Okay, I imagine you have a reason for telling us that.

Well, I think you should at least know their names before you cut them open.

- Excuse me? - I appreciate your diagnosis.

God knows, Phil's attitude was hard enough to put up with.

But I wasn't about to let him slow me down, too.

- Now you want us to cut them open? - You know, I'd do it myself,

but I have a feeling you'd find what I'm looking for a lot faster.

And what is it exactly we're looking for?

Cut them open and you'll find out.

Now.

Come on!

So you think you're going to sit in your cars, right?

Well, now you're going to help.

I need a big fat lane cleared here in five minutes

or I start adding to my tally.

Move, move!

Please, the girl needs help.

I got my own problems now, lady.

But she needs the doctor.

Well, the doctor's kind of busy right now.

Move it over there.

Please let me take a look at her.

You want to see her?

Look.

You want to help her? Work faster.

You had us believing you were just a nice guy helping out in a bad situation.

No one's that good an actor.

You don't want to see that woman die.

Then you don't know me.

Keep cutting.

You know, it would sure help to know what we're looking for.

You'll know when you see them.

Could you be a little more specific?

Diamonds.

Condoms stuffed with diamonds, rubies and emeralds.

Just when you think you've seen it all.

I'll take that.

So now we know why you stuck around all this time.

Dave here has nine more of these bad boys inside him.

Five million bucks worth.

You think I'm stupid?

And you'll find about six more of these in him.

Hearty appetites.

Come on!

- I'll drive. - I'll drive.

And I've got the GPS.

And Woody's got the siren. He'll drive.

Did you just agree with me?

Don't let it go to your head.

Yes, this is Chief Medical Examiner Garret Macy.

I want emergency vehicles on a rush in the Ted Williams Tunnel eastbound.

Now judging from these stones, and the blackout in Kenmore,

I'll say you hit the Gibson Auction House.

I hear they've got some pretty priceless stuff over there.

So you had a guy kill the power in Kenmore Square.

Who, needless to say, got a little carried away, don't you think?

And the lights went out in Kenmore and in you went.

Past the disabled alarms and whatever other obstacles stood in your way.

And you quickly bag as many stones as these Spartacus X-L's will fit.

And then down the hatch.

But somewhere along the line, I'm guessing that Dave here wore out his welcome.

He's taking our share!

He's taking our share.

Move out!

Or maybe you just figured a three way split sounded better than four.

So what I took more?

Hey! Come on! They're going to come!

Whatever it was,

you suddenly realized you had a dead partner in your car

who had most of your take in his digestive tract.

Yeah, well, sometimes you have to make it up as you go along.

You can say that again.

Question is now,

are we far enough along to know what's next?

Next,

we all drive quietly straight out of Boston due north until we hit Canada.

That'll never work.

My friend, I've already disposed of two obstacles.

I can easily make it three.

Come on, people! Come on, people! Siren means move! Let's go!

Okay, you'll want to detour at Montrose.

Answer the damned phone, Jordan.

Don't even think about answering it.

- So let me get this straight. - Less talk, more cutting.

- What? - What's uh-oh?

Take a look at this.

Oh.

What is it?

Well, I'd say the pistol-whipping did you friend Dave here a favor.

He would've had one hell of a slow and painful death without it.

What are you talking about?

When will men ever learn?

Size is no substitute for staying power.

It broke?

Yeah.

Sharp little buggers.

God, I can't even count all these lacerations.

What is it?

Same here.

His stomach lining is like ground beef.

That's what was hurting him.

You said it was broken ribs, and internal bleeding.

At least I got the second part right.

You know? It had to be the mitochondrial nerves transmitting the pain to his chest.

Right. The mitochondrials.

You're lying.

Wait a second. You didn't swallow those things too, did you?

What if I did? You're both making this up.

You know? I wish we were.

Look, come take a look in here for yourself.

I don't have to.

It's your funeral.

Wait a minute, Bug. You know, I can't do this.

I took an oath.

Stay in the van.

What are you doing?

Are you experiencing any discomfort?

Get back in the van.

We may be wrong. It's possible the condoms that you swallowed are still intact.

But if they're not...

Shut up!

Glass.

What? / Shards of glass mixed in with the stones here.

Did you have to break any glass to get to them?

Oh, man...

Maybe you ought to sit down.

You know, maybe you ought to get behind the wheel and get us out of here.

Is that lane cleared yet?

Not without that woman and her daughter.

We take them with us or we go nowhere.

All right.

In that case...

Don't!

- Get out of the way. - No.

Are you stupid enough to think I won't?

Get out of the way!

Don't you get it?

You're going to die.

Your back's feeling worse already, isn't it?

Your neck, your chest, your joints?

You're being chewed up rom the inside.

It's from the crash. What I'm feeling is from the crash, and that's all.

Okay. Well, only one of us is right.

Now give me the gun and we'll get out of here together.

Come on, we don't have much time.

Can't do it.

You are not a nice person.

Once again, ma'am, you are a genius.

"Heroes" by David Bowie �� I...

�� I will be king,

�� and you...

�� you will be queen.

�� For nothing

�� will drive them away.

�� We could meet them

�� just for one day.

�� We could be heroes...

- I'm going to go with her. - She's in good hands, Jordan.

- And I'm going with her. - Hey, what about me?

- What about you? - My stomach's killing me.

No, it's not. You're fine.

Yeah, but the pain is real. My stomach, my back...

It's... it's killing me. it's...

Yeah, they got aspirin in jail. You'll be fine.

The mitochondrials?

�� We could be heroes,

�� forever and ever.

�� We could be heroes,

�� just for one day...

What, no showers at the precinct?

I came back to get my tux.

Ah, yes. That poor tux.

Don't start. That tux has been through enough already.

You know, I am sorry about your big night.

I'm sure they'll reschedule.

What, are you consoling me now?

Woody, I only tease you because I know you can take it.

You know that about me, don't you?

Come on, big guy, if I didn't care, I probably wouldn't talk to you at all.

I should be so lucky.

- Ouch. - Only because I care.

Uh, Woody?

This Governor's Ball...

I'm over it. It's done. It's history.

It's next week.

The biggest night of your life.

Unbelievable.

Buy you a calendar?

Or a drink?

Hospital said you left an hour ago.

I walked.

Needed the air.

- So how is she? - Fine. She's fine.

It's weird. All this time we spend around dead people...

It's nice to have a chance to help keep one alive.

Yeah. It is.

It wasn't just me, though.

Where's that bad-ass Bug?

Nigel took him out for a beer.

Oh, sounds good. Devan too?

No,

I think she and Woody took off.

Really?

I don't know.

You want to join the boys?

Yeah. Let's.

So, I know about the scalpels and the cut condoms,

but how did you manage to convince this guy he was dying?

Well, Garret, you ever hear the one about the wide-mouthed frog?

Uh-uh.

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