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Winners are Gary
Lamb from Tacoma

and Andrea Kemper
from Bellingham.

Thanks to everyone
for playing the K108

You Guessed It contest.

It's been a great morning show,
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Over to Captain Jake
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Hey, hey, it's Captain Jake.

Welcome to the nine o'clock
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and if the heat doesn't get you,
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Eastbound is clear
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Don't expect it to last long.

...moderate traffic
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Now stay tuned for 30 minutes
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There's more traffic, news,
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at the bottom of the hour.
This is Captain Jake saying...

Come on, everybody.

-Steve, you still there?
-Yeah, I'm still here.

Tell him I'll be there
in five minutes. Have him wait.

I don't know what to tell you.
He says he can't wait.

Let me get this straight.

He comes all the way
from Houston.

He can't wait five more minutes?

Look, he says he's leaving
right now.

Damn it. I give
the son of a bitch work.

I meet all my obligations.

This is the way that two-bit
Texan shows appreciation?

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Lunch.

You know, Dad, if you
just pay me my allowance,

I could buy my lunch.

Okay, what did we agree on?

-Twenty.
-Twenty?

Twenty.

All right.

Uh, Dad you only gave me $12.

Right, $20 minus deductions.

-Deductions?
-You gotta pay the man, Troy.

You gotta give Uncle Sam
his kickback.

Wait a minute.

You don't actually think
you make what you make, do you?

Well, yeah,
I kinda thought you did.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I took five bucks out
for federal taxes,

which is me, of course,
because I'm your protector,

and I know what's good for you.

Another dollar for the state,
which is the house,

I guess, and then two bucks out
for Social Security,

but you'll get
those two bucks back.

When?

When you retire from childhood.

It will be your college fund.

Of course, you'll have
to cross your fingers

that it will still be there.

It doesn't seem fair.
We agreed $20.

-You got $20.
-I got $12.

-$12 is $20.
-$12 isn't $20.

Look, your grandfather never
taught me about money, okay?

He never gave me these lessons.

Now look at me.
How much money do I have?

You're broke.

Right, I'm broke, which is
why I'm taking out taxes,

because, like the government,

I don't know
how to manage my money.

These are the facts of life
you need to learn.

It sucks.

Common response
to most of the facts of life.

This sucks!

You know, it could be worse.
I could be charging you rent.

I live with Mom.

Oh, yeah. Royko, yeah?

Oh, come on. It's my turn
to take my kid to school.

Yeah, all right, okay, okay.
Yeah, I guess we could. Hold on.

How do you feel about taking
a black and white to school?

Can I get a ride code five?

Lights and siren, to school?
Yeah, you could.

Of course, we'd have to handcuff
you and throw you in the back.

Dad!

Yeah, okay, I'll be right there.

Holy crap.

The center of the blast appears
to be front seat driver's side.

Major torso damage
from the neck to the waist.

Noticeable plastic odor,
possibly DM12, Semtex, or C-4.

Make sure you swab for residue
and collect good samples.

Make sure the lab gets
a complete work-up

of RDX and PTN.

What have you got?

I've never seen anything
like it, Tom.

There ain't much left
from the neck down.

Damn.

What happened?

It looks like plastic
went high order,

but I can't find
a piece of the device.

There's no trace of a timer
or a power source.

Son of a bitch blew himself up,
didn't he?

-You ID him?
-Yeah, Henry Peterson,

just preliminary stuff
right now,

but insurance guy,
pencil pusher.

Maybe a disgruntled pencil
pusher on his way to the office

to blow it up and boom,
doesn't get there.

Look at the back seat.
No damage, or the floor.

Or under the car.

This is precise fragmentation.

Yeah, he was good.

Not that good.

Blew himself up.

You thinking he didn't
blow himself up?

I don't know, man.
I just work here.

But, you know,
let's get him on the slab ASAP.

See what the butchers tell us.

Still nothing on the monitor.

Here you go.

What have we got, David?

This laceration's beyond repair.

-It's a done deal.
-Good to see you, Dr. Hayes.

He's been down for
over a minute and a half.

-Let's just call this.
-Suction.

You don't mind if
I take a look, do you, David?

Be my guest.

120 seconds elapsed arrest time.

-Forceps.
-Forceps.

45 seconds more
before likely brain damage.

I can do this.
We've got time.

Doctor, it's hopeless.

We've got time.

Okay, Teflon strip.

Teflon strip.

Are you here
for the show, David,

or are you gonna give me a hand?

-Forceps.
-Forceps.

Hold the flap back.

Gently, David.
You can't take it home with you.

Scissors?

Hey, did anyone read
the paper this morning

-about the pony?
-No.

Woman in New York
has a seeing-eye pony.

Treats it like a damn dog.

Sleeps at the end of the bed,
rides the subway.

He scratches on the door
when he needs a pee.

-30 seconds.
-I mean, a seeing-eye pony.

Have you ever heard
of such a thing?

Okay, a little massage,
a little TLC.

We got it.

It's holding.

Yes, it's holding.

My father always says

if it's worth doing,
it's worth doing right,

especially when fixing
human organs.

Okay, Mr. Breeze, you're going
to be kicking around

for a little while longer.

Close him up, David.
My time's valuable.

That was close, huh, Gillian?

You owe me, David.

I know. I know.

No, you don't.
That's the problem.

Look, Gillian, I was doing
the best I could.

Well, it isn't good enough,
is it?

You gotta get faster.

You're obviously
not proficient with Teflon.

If you're not comfortable
with that kind of procedure,

get comfortable.

Second in on more surgeries,
practice on a ham,

for God sakes,
but put in the time.

Okay, okay,
but you have to admit

that one looked pretty hopeless.

Not to me it didn't,

but you were ready
to give up on him, weren't you?

Do you like giving the speech
to the relatives?

Because I don't.

I'm not gonna always
be there, David.

Okay, now, understand
this is all preliminary.

You guys are rushing me.
I really haven't had time to--

Quit covering your ass, Vince.
Come on.

All right, you ready for this?

It was a bomb,
and I pinpointed the placement.

And?

It was in the chest,
upper-right quadrant.

Is somebody paying you for this

because we know
he was hit in the chest.

-No, no, inside the chest.
-Inside?

The pattern's outwards,
gentlemen,

just one big exit wound.

Like a window smashed
from the inside,

you can't mistake it.

Plus, you should look
at the residue.

I've got it plated for analysis.

Well, that's something
different.

Now, I'm just
telling you what I see,

and nothing's documented yet.

This is just three guys
talking right now.

Yeah, but one of them's
saying his chest

exploded from the inside out.

Yeah, that's
some serious heartburn.

Well, what do you want me
to say, Tom?

Where you going?

I got a hot date.

You look good.

I do.

Too bad his patients
can't see him.

You got his medical file yet?

Yeah.

Mmm. He'd had some heart trouble
earlier this year.

Apparently.

Who is his doctor?

I'm nervous, Doctor.

Nervous?
Don't you trust me?

Well, yeah, sure, it's just...

It's a pacemaker, Mr. Bowen.
It's pretty standard stuff.

And if you're really determined,
you could

probably do it yourself,
not that we recommend that.

It's still my heart, Dr. Hayes.

You're welcome to get
a second opinion, if you like.

No.

I don't know what else
to tell you.

You could blindfold me,
tie one hand behind my back,

and I could still do this, okay?

You're gonna be fine.
Just trust me.

I'll see you in the OR.

-Dr. Hayes.
-Dr. Hayes.

You've got
a nervous patient in there.

Yeah, he's been like that
since day one.

He was so bad at first we
thought he was a hypochondriac.

But he wasn't?

Well, even hypochondriacs
get sick.

Gillian, anyway, I'm proud
of having you on the staff,

and in OR you're the best,
there's no question about that.

Wait, wait, wait,
let me see if I have time

for the speech again, Dad.
Sorry, I don't.

Look, you know
how I feel about these things.

It's like
when a child falls down,

they look to you
to see if they're hurt.

If you panic, they panic.
If you don't, they don't.

No one's asking you to panic,

but your patients
aren't children.

-Most of them are grandparents.
-Oh, come on, Dad.

They're all children
when they get to the hospital.

Look, if I'm confident,
they'll be confident in me.

No one will ever accuse you
of lacking confidence, Gillian.

Would Mr. Reginald Carson

please report
to administration?

Mr. Reginald Carson, please
report to administration.

Hi.

Excuse me?

Hi. Dr. Hayes?

Yes, and you're standing
in Dr. Hayes' office.

What are you doing here?

I'm Lieutenant Tom Royko.

I'm sorry.

I'm with the Bomb Squad.

Bomb Squad?

Hey, someone's got to do it.

Well, as curious as I am to know

what the Bomb Squad
wants with me,

I'm due in for surgery.

You had a patient,
Henry Peterson?

You operated on him
not too long ago.

Sounds familiar.
Um, I'd have to check my files.

So, what about him?
Is he all right?

No, actually he's not.
He's dead.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm sure a lot of people are.

You put a pacemaker in him.

Like I said,
I would have to check the files.

Yeah. Hey, tell me.

What are the chances of him
being, I don't know,

left alone during surgery?

I don't understand the question.

I'm grasping at straws here.
I'm desperate.

Well, I wish I had time to
indulge your desperation, but...

-Sorry, patients first, right?
-Right.

Mr. Peterson was lucky
to have you.

-You're Bomb Squad, right?
-I am.

Was Mr. Peterson killed
by a bomb?

No one said he was killed.

Am I a suspect?

No, no, of course not.

Make an appointment next time,
would you?

St. Jude, East Tower.

Listen carefully.

There's a bomb
in operating room four.

I'm sorry?

In operating room four,
there's a bomb.

It will go off at one o'clock.
Do you understand me?

-Yes.
-Good.

Now call the police.

I saw your father
today, Dr. Hayes.

He's still good-looking
for an older man.

Are you applying
to be my stepmom, Kate?

Is the position open?

That's why I went to med school.

Why's that?

So, I wouldn't have
to chase doctors.

There's a bit of ectopy.

Okay, I'll pull back a little.

That looks good, like it's
sitting in the right position.

Okay, scalpel.

Scalpel.

Dr. Lodge...

Dr. Lodge...

Lieutenant?
How did you get here so fast?

Where so fast?
What the hell's going on?

This is Royko.

Everything's fine.

-Forceps.
-Forceps.

Excuse me. Doctor, I need to...
There's a, uh...

What is it?

You have to evacuate.
There's a--

-What?
-There's a bomb in here.

-What?
-A bomb?

Yes, the police want you
to evacuate the room.

It will go off at one o'clock.

Well, why do they think there's
a bomb in here, in this room?

I didn't-- I didn't ask.

I'm with a patient right now,

and I've just implanted
a pacemaker.

Evacuating the room
is not an option of mine.

Doctor, is it one of my options?

What do I do with my patient?

-Is everyone out of there?
-She won't leave.

She's leaving. Keep them back.

Dr. Hayes?

You are not in scrubs, Officer.
Get out of my OR.

You'll contaminate my patient.

Dr. Hayes,
you have a bomb in this room.

-No, I have a patient.
-Did you implant a pacemaker?

-Yes.
-Then your patient isthe bomb.

Now please get out before I have
to carry you out. Come on.

I am finishing with my patient.

When I am finished I will show
you to the psychiatric ward,

where I'm sure they'll be
very excited to talk to you.

You're about to discover
I'm a man of my word. Come on.

What are you doing?
Let go of me. Let go!

Oh, my God.

Dr. Frazer to the OR.

Dr. Frazer to the OR.

How are you doing?

Fine, fine.

Well, that's a lie,
but it's okay.

Thank you, Officer.

Actually, it's Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.
Is there a difference?

About 15 years' experience

and about as just as many
dollars a month.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Not as sorry as I am.

You know, it didn't feel
any different, the pacemaker.

It felt the same,
like any other,

like hundreds I've implanted.
No different.

But there is some good news.

You're no longer a suspect.

You said I wasn't a suspect.

I lied.

Well, it was a possibility.

Where do you keep
the pacemakers?

Dr. Robinson to Lab 3A.

Dr. Robinson to Lab 3A.

Pacemakers are delivered
by a manufacturer's rep,

generally on the same day
of procedure,

sometimes the day before.

So, there's not a lot of time
between when it's delivered

and when it gets to you.

Or whoever
the attending physician is.

Don't touch them.

So, how long does it take
to install one of those things?

Well, we use a local anesthetic,
an incision is made

just under the surface
of the skin, right here.

It creates a pocket
for the pacemaker.

Two wires are fed down
a vein to the heart.

The whole procedure
takes less than half an hour.

How's it keep the heart beating?

Actually, they sit dormant,
monitoring the heartbeat.

If the rate slows
the pacemaker activates,

sending electronic pulses

to maintain
an acceptable heart rate.

Who has access to this room?

Doctors, a few nurses,
some technicians.

I'll need a list of everyone.

Do you really think a doctor
could be behind this?

Why not? You guys are human,
too, aren't you?

Dr. Wilson,
line four. Dr...

Cavalry to the rescue.
It's just a precaution.

I need you to think
of who might do

this sort of thing,
any enemies or ex-boyfriends?

I couldn't begin to think
who would do this to me.

Well, I think the victims
might argue with you

as to who this was done to,
but I need a list just the same.

Can you think
of any names at all?

I'm getting a headache.

So, prescribe yourself
an aspirin.

You were required
to take a victim's

counseling course, right?

Yeah, yeah, I was.

And you think it's been helpful?

Well, two years ago, I would
have told you to quit bitching

and write the damn list,
so, yeah,

I think that's progress.

-Okay.
-Okay.

So, can you please
write the damn list?

Dr. Cartman to the ER.

Dr. Cartman to the ER.

Did you find something?

This is part of a transmitter.

He's using cellphone technology
to arm them.

No ransom, no demands, and he's
brilliant, no doubt about it.

Pacemakers,
who'd even think of that?

Doctor said it felt the same.

He's barely adding
any weight to it.

Think of the skill in that.

I mean, what a waste
of brainpower.

This guy could be curing cancer
if he wanted to.

He's high end, all right.
That could work for us.

How many people in the world
could pull this off?

Well, I asked around,

and they've got
their best people on this,

and this Tom Royko is held
in very high regard.

Well, that's good to know.

If there's anything
I can do for you...

No, Dad, I don't think so.

I mean, this whole thing
just doesn't seem real.

This is not my life.

Oh, Lieutenant.

This is my father, Dr. Hayes.

-Lieutenant.
-Dr. Hayes.

So, what can you tell us?

Not a lot I'm afraid
at this point,

but we'll keep you informed
every step of the way.

-I assure you.
-Thank you.

Sir, with all due respect, may
I talk to your daughter alone?

Yes, of course.

Look, I'm on my way home.
If there's anything you need,

anything at all,
you just call me, right?

Yeah, thanks, Dad.

Did you work on that list?

Oh, yeah.

This is good, but...

no love life?

Oh, next page.

This list is much shorter.

Not too popular
with the fellas, huh?

I'm a very busy woman,
Lieutenant.

Get out of the room.
Get out of the room now.

Hello?

I want Dr. Gillian Hayes.

May I ask who's calling?

No, you may not. Who's this?

Lieutenant Tom Royko.

Well, Lieutenant Tom Royko,
unless you want more bloodshed,

put Dr. Gillian Hayes
back on the phone.

Just talk to him.

Hello?

Dr. Hayes, how are you?
How's your day been?

Who is this?

Just, just listen.

Are you listening?
Do you remember?

This was our song.

John?

Is this John?

Hello?

The next patient,
Vantage Airlines,

flight 1107 from Los Angeles.

Flight 1107 from Los Angeles?
What does that mean?

And that, Dr. Hayes,

is how many heartbeats
your patient has left.

See if you can save this one.

Hello? Hello? Did you get that?

I got it, flight 1107.

-From Los Angeles.
-Let's get it!

Okay, people,
let's rock and roll, wheels up.

It's flight 1107
from Los Angeles.

Cross-reference
the doctor's pacemaker list.

Move it up.
All support people, downstairs.

What made you think
of this guy, John Bond?

He had season tickets
to the symphony.

We would go to every one.
It's what we did.

-It's thin.
-Did it end badly?

Um, no, we just got too busy.

What's he do?

-Superconductors, computers.
-A little thicker.

It's getting there.
We'll check him out.

The fact that you thought of him
means more than you know.

Royko, Benjamin McDonald,

one of the doctor's patients,
was on flight 1107

flying in from Los Angeles.

Was? What do you mean, was?

Plane landed early, sir.

Before it was met?

Yes, sir.

Find him.

Benjamin McDonald,
do you remember him?

I don't know. I-I, um, I think.

720, Dr. Hayes.

Okay, assuming
60 heartbeats a minute.

12 minutes.
So, the number

that he's feeding us
are the remaining heartbeats?

Is it accurate,
the timing device?

Or is he averaging it out
like we are?

Dealing with an extremely
precise man, okay?

My bet is he's using
the heartbeat.

How can you be sure?

Tom, if it is
the timing device...

Oh, God! You're right.

-You're right. You're right.
-What?

Even if we get to this guy,
as soon as we disconnect,

the pacemaker goes high order.

What does that mean?

It means boom.
Good night, Mr. McDonald.

Paging Benjamin McDonald.

Please report to
the nearest information desk.

What's going on?

Benjamin McDonald,

please report
to the nearest information desk.

-We need a-- What is it?
-A cardiac simulator.

A cardiac simulator, we need it
in the airport right now.

Are you sure this will work?

No, how the hell can I be sure?

I mean, if we can use
the simulator to fool the bomb

into thinking it's still
attached to the heart.

Right.

I don't know. It's the only
thing I can think of.

Sounds good to me, Dr. Hayes.
You're doing great.

-300!
-Five minutes.

Hi. I was paged.
I'm Benjamin McDonald.

Could you come with me, sir?

-I don't understand.
-Sir, please.

What is this?

-Where are you?
-Upstairs lounge.

What's going on?

Sir, just stay calm. Somebody
will be along in a moment

to answer all your questions.

How am I supposed to stay calm?
I don't understand any of this.

-Mr. McDonald, how are you?
-Who are you?

I'm Lieutenant Tom Royko, sir.
You can call me Tom.

-I believe you know Dr. Hayes.
-Mr. McDonald.

Dr. Hayes.
What are you doing here?

We'll be glad to let you know
what's happening, sir.

Why don't you step over here
for a moment, please?

Please take your jacket off,
Mr. McDonald.

I'm gonna give you something
to help you relax.

Move, move!

Johnson, get in there!

The pacemaker,
what's wrong with it?

It's not working
as it should be,

but we're taking care of it.
You're in good hands.

-Doctor?
-Please, let me do this.

What are they doing here?

This is Royko.
Where is the simulator?

We're seven minutes away.

They're not going to make it.

Expose the pacemaker,
then get the hell out of here.

We don't have the simulator.

I'm going to try
and disarm it, anyway.

Okay, it's out.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Get her out of here.

My wife...

my kids...
tell them I love them.

See you at happy hour.

Everybody else out! Now!

Let's go.

Okay, Mr. McDonald,
it's just you and me.

Don't worry.
There's no one better.

Got paramedics on standby?

Gonna cut and just hope
for the best.

I'm sorry.

Oh, crap.

Let's bring this guy, John, in.

I don't, I don't mind
a Hail Mary pass at this point.

I'm sorry, Dr. Hayes.

So, what's this all about,
anyway?

Is Gillian being stalked
or something?

I mean, do I,
do I need a lawyer?

What makes you think that?

Hey, buddy, look where I am.
Come on. Do I need a lawyer?

You're not under arrest.

Okay. Well, you didn't have
to bring me down here.

If Gillian's in trouble,
whatever I can do, I'll do it.

If this is our guy, he's got
one hell of a poker face.

It's not John. It can't be John.

Well, I love her, I guess.

She's a special one,
no doubt about that.

-You dated this guy?
-Yeah. Why?

Although she makes it
as tough as possible.

What do you mean?

Well, let's just say that
Gillian sees any type of emotion

as a sign of weakness.

The closer you try
to get to her,

the more she pushes you away.

Not only does Gillian have
a wall around her,

the wall is made of ice.

Lieutenant,
your kid's on line five.

You taxed his allowance?

Hey, buddy. How's it going?

Oh, really? What happened?

Well, did you ask him if you
could take the test over again?

Gosh, Troy. I don't remember
a lot about Napoleon,

but we can work on it together.

Look, I gotta go, okay?
I love you, too.

Bye.

You all right?

It wasn't our song,
as in mine and his.

It was their song,
as in his and someone else's.

-One of your patients.
-And I think I know which one.

It was his son.
I lost his son on the table.

He had a ventricular septal
defect, a hole in his heart.

It was risky,
but we were just trying to buy

the poor kid some more time.

Why do you think it was him?

Because they played the violin
together, Sean and his father.

And the way that man looked at
me when I told him the news...

He blamed me, Lieutenant.

Those eyes. He blamed me.

Make way, gentlemen.

Sir.

The target is Zachary Franklin.

Two months ago,

Mr. Franklin disappeared
off the face of the earth.

We're taking down
his last known address.

Now, Mr. Franklin is
a microchip geek,

but he is a blaster.

Not only does he like
to blow people up,

he likes to do it
in a very personal manner.

Most of you know
Lieutenant Royko.

He's here to keep you alive
in case our Mr. Franklin

decides to send us any gifts
that are anxious to go boom.

Do this right, by the numbers,
the way we know how,

no reason why we can't be home
by 7:00 watching the game

with a beer in one hand,
a woman in the other.

Let's go!

Yes?

-Mrs. Franklin?
-Mm-hmm.

-Sign here please.
-Oh, my --

Police! Don't move
and don't speak.

Let me go!
What do you want?

-Anybody run out the back?
-No, sir.

Nobody open any doors,
any cabinets.

-You got that?
-Let go of me!

Keep her there.

Let me go! What do you want?

Oh, God.

What has he done?

What has he done?

Well, I haven't, I haven't
seen him in about six months.

Zachary and I were having
problems long before we, uh,

we lost Sean.

He could never understand that.

He blamed your marital problems
on Sean's death?

Oh, yeah. He did.

He blamed Sean's death on you.

I don't blame you, though.

You, you gave us a choice,
and you told us all the risks.

What did the two of you
talk about six months ago?

Oh, he had, uh,
he wanted Sean's violin.

He wasn't the same man
at that point anymore.

He lost his job.
His friends couldn't handle him.

I don't blame them.

He had, uh, burn marks
around his neck, rope burns.

I don't know if it was
because he changed his mind

or if he just failed.

We were selfish, though,
you know, choosing the surgery.

We should've been happy
with what we had.

We didn't want Sean
for another year.

We wanted him a whole lifetime.

I just don't think a parent
is really equipped...

to make that decision.

Maybe...

Maybe I gave you more hope
for that surgery

than I should have,
Mrs. Franklin.

Gillian.

What are you saying?

I'm just saying that--

Don't.

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare do that to me.

The only way that I have been
able to get through this

is because there is nothing
anybody could've done

and that a choice
was made beyond us.

And now you're saying what?
What are you saying?

I don't know.

You feel guilty?
You want absolution?

Do you think I care
about your guilt?

I don't.

Don't you dare take away
what little I have left

because you want absolution.

You see, God called Sean home,

and there is nothing
anybody could've done.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

I should've known Zachary was
capable of something like this.

For some reason, he wants the
whole world to see what he sees.

What does he see, Mrs. Franklin?

Darkness.

Excuse us.

Come on.
Bring it around.

Hello, Mr. Franklin?

7835...

How's my ex-wife doing?

He's listening
to our police scanner.

What is it you want?

Do you wanna blame me
for Sean's death?

Then blame me. I killed Sean.

Not the people
you're killing now.

I killed him.

I'll-- I'll make
a public confession.

I'll get on the news,
whatever you want.

A life for a career?

That doesn't seem
quite fair now, does it?

What the hell do you
want from me?

I want you
to know what it feels like

to suffer like I have.

Look, I told you the truth.

The truth?

You told us to trust you,
and we did.

We put our little boy's life
in your hands

because we trusted you,
and you took him away from us.

And all these people
dying around you,

I bet you told them
to trust you, too, didn't you?

And I'm sure they did.
We all did.

And then, you just walked away
without the slightest remorse.

Not this time.

This time, Dr. Hayes,
you don't get to just walk away.

I can't do this.

This is Royko.

I was talking to Dr. Hayes.

She's not available right now.

-Put her back on!
-Let's you and me talk.

You don't want to be
a part of this, Lieutenant.

Oh, it's not my call, Zachary.

You brought me in when
you decided to use explosives.

Do you have children?

A boy.

And I can only imagine
what you're going through, but--

You wanna empathize with me?

You don't wanna empathize
with me, Lieutenant.

You don't have to be alone
in your pain, Zachary.

There's people you can talk to.

Like maybe I could talk to you?
Is, is that what you're saying?

-You'd like that? Huh?
-If you like.

Tell me this.

Knowing what you know
about Dr. Hayes,

would you let her operate
on your little boy?

Yes, I would.

Next patient's
at North Hastings Elementary.

Zachary, don't.

Gonna have a little less time
this go-round.

-Let's see how you do.
-Zachary.

Did you operate on somebody
in North Hastings Elementary?

Last week. A pacemaker.

A little boy, Lieutenant.

1200.

A little boy.

-Did you get that?
-North Hastings Elementary.

So, what's this all about?

It's a medical situation, sir.
This is the boy's doctor,

and we need to get to him
as soon as possible.

Hey, Bobby.

Remember me?

Okay, Bobby.

This is just a little bee sting
to freeze the area.

All right.
We're almost done with this.

And now I'm gonna open it up
just to take a look at it

and make sure
it's working all right.

Okay. You can close your eyes.

I'm scared.

I know you're scared.

You're being so brave.

Okay.

You got time, nine minutes.

Okay, Bobby.
You're being very brave.

Okay. I'm just gonna listen
to your heartbeat, Bobby.

They're not connected,
the numbers and his heartbeat.

Well, how do you know?

Because his heart is racing and
these numbers haven't sped up.

Get ready to cut.

Okay. Cut.

We're done.

You did great.

All right, Bobby.

You did great.

Yeah. All right?

-Nice work, Doctor.
-Thanks.

All right,
let's get him to the hospital.

I don't understand why he'd go
after a little boy, Lieutenant.

I don't think he wanted
the boy killed.

He gave us too much time,
plenty of time.

He was making
some kind of point.

I don't know what but...

I don't know.

Lieutenant,
that's one of my patients.

What?

That teacher,
she's one of my patients!

Grab the teacher.

Get away from the children!

-Move! Move!
-Get away from the kids!

We don't have another simulator!
It's with the pacemaker.

Ma'am, please come with me.

Check them again.

We have checked three times.
He didn't work here.

The bombs were implanted
this side of the manufacturer.

Check the files again and check
the patients' files again.

Besides Dr. Hayes,
what do they have in common?

No. There is nothing.

McPeters, if anyone can find
a connection, you can.

Don't stroke my ego, Lieutenant.

I have complete faith in you.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Okay. Well,
let's check 'em again, boys.

Pour two of those, would you?

There you are.

Are you all right?

No.

Do you remember this man?

Yes, I remember him.

The operation was risky.

Every operation is risky,
sweetheart.

You open somebody up,
and bad things happen.

Some people refuse
to accept that.

I think I'm one of those people.

I wanted to operate on that boy.

The defect was atypical,
new territory, exciting,

and I wanted to.

I told them to trust me.

Did you explain the risks?

Yes, I explained the risks,

explained them like
I was reading from a textbook.

The risks didn't interest me.

I was so sure I couldn't fail.

I was hearing the thank-yous
and the "God bless yous"

before that boy even went under.

Nobody wanted to give up
on that boy

and give him six months
just to fade away.

You made the right call.

-That's not the point, Dad.
-No, it is the point.

What this lunatic wants is
to break you,

to snap your confidence.

So, when the time comes,
and another family

wants you to operate,
you won't have it anymore.

That's what this man wants.

Then why am I doubting myself?

You're questioning
whether you made the right call,

and you're starting to think

that maybe
you're not invincible.

My God.
My daughter's human, after all.

Yes, Gillian,
too often you see people

as patients before you see them
as people,

but I'll tell you this.

You were that boy's only hope,
and you did the best you could.

We're doctors.

That's it. That's all.

And just like everyone else,

most things are
out of our control,

and thank God for that,

because there's not one among us
could handle it.

I will not let this man
destroy your spirit.

I simply won't.

You ready to go?

We'll, uh,
have that drink later.

Lieutenant, listen, I, uh...

I-I just wanted
to thank you for taking care

of my daughter like this
through this whole thing.

I mean, it's quite a mess.

I'm just doing my job,
Dr. Hayes.

She's my only child.
Did you know that?

Don't let her
get herself killed.

Can you do that for me?

I won't let anything happen
to her.

We will get this man.

Why don't you get some rest,
Dr. Hayes, or try to?

I'll be right out there.

It's Gillian.

Call me Gillian.

Okay.

What is it?

What?

I don't remember him.

Franklin?

No.

Mr. McDonald at the airport.

Oh.

He was my patient,
and I don't remember him.

You put that pacemaker
in five months ago.

But I don't remember him at all.

You do, what,
three or four surgeries a day?

He didn't even look familiar.

What does that say about me?

I don't remember all the bombs
I defuse.

You remembered Sean Franklin...

that he loved the violin.

You remembered him.

Yeah.
Well, good night, Lieutenant.

Gillian?

Why don't you call me Tom?

-Dad?
-Hi.

-Do I have to get up?
-No.

What are you doing here?

Did you study for that test?

Mm-hmm.

So, tell me something
about Napoleon.

He was French.

Well, that's a start.

There's nothing in there.

I'm not surprised.

She's outside.

He was in my house, Tom.

I know.

He was in my house
while I was sleeping.

He's trying to rattle you,
Gillian.

Yeah.
Well, he's doing a good job.

I can't take this.

I did everything that I knew
how to do for that little boy.

Everything that I could do,
I did.

And I don't...

I don't deserve this!

I'm a doctor, Tom.

Doctors lose patients.

-Give it to me.
-Careful.

Where are you,
you son of a bitch?

Watch how you talk to me,
Gillian.

Watch how I talk to you?

You listen to me,
you sick psycho.

Your son would be so ashamed
of you, he would be in tears!

His mother shudders
at the mention of your name!

Not helpful, Gillian.

This is Royko.

Put that bitch back on.

I'm not gonna do that.

Zachary.

It's his birthday in an hour.

I don't want
any more people hurt.

Shut up and pay attention.

You wanted to be
a part of this, remember?

Zachary, listen to me.

Is this how you want Sean
to be remembered?

No.

This is how I want Dr. Hayes
to be remembered.

Tomorrow, 14 years,
14 of the doctor's patients.

-Zachary, no!
-On the hour.

Which hour it begins, well,
I'm sure

with a little brainpower,
you can figure that out.

Zachary? Zachary!

Tom, what is it?

-Did you get that?
-Still nothing.

Damn it!
How difficult can it be?

He's got it routed
seven lines deep,

the last one being in Malta.

Tom?

What the hell is that?

I think it's the box
that the cake was in.

There's about a dozen
of these stores in the city.

Check it out.

Tom...

what is it? Tell me.

Tomorrow he takes out
14 more of your patients...

on the hour.

-Oh, my God.
-14 of them.

It's his endgame, Gillian.

It's his birthday gift to Sean.

Dr. Summers,
please report to the...

Ma'am? I received a phone call.

I was told Dr. Hayes wanted me
here immediately.

And your name?

Walter Peck, ma'am.

Can you tell me
what this is about?

That phone call made me
very nervous.

Mr. Peck, I need you
to speak to that officer

right over there, please.

This way, Mr. Peck.

Would you mind telling me
what this is all about?

What the hell is this?

Mr. Peck, won't you
please come inside?

Right this way.

Come on.

-Will you take his jacket?
-Mm-hmm.

Mr. Peck,
I'll be happy to explain.

Please take a seat.

At 10:00 a.m., Sean Franklin

would've been born
exactly 14 years ago.

When that time hits,
14 people are going to die,

unless we can figure out
who they are in 90 minutes.

How many of Dr. Hayes' patients
have we contacted?

She's had 85 pacemaker patients

since the death
of Sean Franklin.

We've contacted 32 of those and
examined half of them already.

All negative.
But we can't locate all of them.

There's not enough time left.

We need to find out
who they are.

Let's get to it.

Look, I need you
to make a priority

on these files,
every single line, please.

It's all taking too long.

I've removed
16 perfectly good pacemakers.

I need to go faster,
but you're thinking,

"One wrong move, and this is
the one that might explode."

Welcome to my world.

Gillian,
we're narrowing it down.

You've checked
the employee records, right?

Four times.

Did that include volunteers?

No, no, no, no, guys.
I want you to get

down there this afternoon,
not tomorrow.

-McPeters? Employee files?
-Yes.

We checked them four times,
Lieutenant. We found zip.

Did those files
include volunteers?

Look, I'll call you back.
Uh, I don't know.

-Were they labeled differently?
-Were they labeled differently?

Well, how the hell
am I supposed to know?

Look, Lieutenant, I didn't
pull the files, all right?

And if they weren't pulled,
then I didn't check them.

I'm Lieutenant Royko.

Have officers been down here
to pull volunteer files?

-No, not that I know of.
-Where are those files, sir?

Right, right, right there.

Did this man volunteer here?

Not that I recall, no.

Look closely. He might've
changed his appearance.

Well, well, there was a guy
that looked kinda like him,

but he was older maybe
and not as clean cut.

-Do you remember his name?
-No, sir, I don't.

Now, what, what the hell
are you doing?

Hey!

This is Royko.
I need more people down here

in the volunteer office
right now.

Let me see one of those.

I believe he's outside.

Thirty-five minutes.

I got him!

He worked here two days a week,
Thursdays and Fridays.

Thursdays and Fridays.
You got a calendar?

-Oh, yeah.
-Yeah. Yeah.

McPeters, I need the dates
that the first four victims

-were operated on.
-We may have it.

Okay, Lieutenant.
Mr. Peterson.

His pacemaker was implanted
April 20th.

Friday.

Benjamin McDonald, May 11th.

-Friday!
-This is it.

Victoria Trivers, March 16th.

He took the pacemaker home
on a Thursday night,

rigged them, and put them back
in right before surgery.

McPeters, we found the constant.

I need you to pull
the patient files

on every patient
that was operated on a Friday

since... March 4th.
You got that?

Fridays since March 4th. Got it.

There should be 14 of 'em.

How are we gonna get all
those people in here in time?

Just two.

Two? There should be 14 of them.

No. Just those two.

No. No. These were
the only opportunities

he had to rig those pacemakers.

We're not wrong.
Check the files again.

We checked twice.

Tom?

He beat us again.

Tom, we only have 30 minutes.

You don't have to worry
about the time.

He bluffed us.

No one's gonna die...
at least not at ten o'clock.

How do you know that?

We figured out who he was

quicker than he thought
we would.

So, he sends us out
looking for 14 patients.

We spent the last 12 hours

looking for patients
instead of for him.

The bastard's got
something else planned.

Troy, may I see you a moment?

Your father sent an officer
to pick you up.

Is there something wrong?

You'll have to ask your father.

Hi.

Ready to go for a ride, Troy?

Sure.

We've contacted the two
possibly tampered pacemakers.

Dr. Carter's on his way
over here to remove them.

It's my line.

This is Royko.

It's Berman.
We've located the bakery

where Franklin bought
the cake yesterday.

Yesterday?

I knew it. He was improvising
that whole thing.

It's more frustrating
than that, Tom.

He was right under our noses.

This bakery is two blocks
from the hospital.

I mean, I can see it from here.

Okay.

The cake Franklin bought?

The bakery's two blocks
from here.

I don't understand why Franklin
would wanna be around here.

I mean, half the cops
in the city have been

in and out of this hospital.

I don't think
he'd risk playing games.

I don't think getting away
with it is the thrill for him.

Tom, are you sure you're not
making too much out of this?

I mean, him being
near the hospital.

No.

No, I'm not. Come on.

-Where are you going?
-Your office. Come on!

There's nothing more traumatic
than when harm comes

to your child.

I don't expect you
to understand that.

But, believe me, I don't think
there's anything in the world

gives you more hope
than a newborn.

It doesn't even
have to be your own.

It could be any kid smiling,
his laughter,

the joy of discovering life
for the first time.

But when harm
comes to your child...

you start to lose that hope.

It's one step forward,
suddenly two steps back.

Remember all those times
you ask, "Why?"...

and never got an answer...

not once?

But you kept getting up
in the morning, anyway.

I'm not gonna do anything to you

I haven't already
tried on myself,

and I don't want you
to feel any pain.

So, I'm gonna give you this.

Hey!

Help you sleep.

Hey!

What?

Remember the first time
we talked to him?

He called us twice in here,
once to get our attention,

then again after
we opened the box.

Perfect timing both times.

Those calls weren't random,
Gillian.

He was watching us.

And he's been watching you.

This is Royko.
Get SWAT on their horses.

I've got a target for takedown.

Stay put and don't tip him off

by watching through
your office window.

Okay, okay.

Take it down. I'll be in
as soon as it's cleared.

Hey, come with me.

Dr. Silverman,

please report to cardiology.

Dr. Silverman,
please report to cardiology.

Hello?

Dr. Hayes,
it's Detective Berman.

Is Lieutenant Royko with you?

No, did no one call you?

Oh, he turned off his phone
or something.

I can't get a hold of him.

Well, he's across
the street, Berman.

What the hell's
he doing over there?

Whatever, it doesn't matter.

I-I can't hear you very well.

It's a bad reception.
What was that?

Look, we found some materials
down here in the basement.

We think it might be
where he filled the devices.

There's some, some things,
I don't know,

but they might be
a couple of pacemakers.

Can you come down here
and confirm?

-This might be our big break.
-Right now?

Yeah, right now. We can't
do a thing until we know

what the hell it is.

Is it a pacemaker?
Is it a pocket watch?

-We don't know.
-All right, I'll be right down.

Clear!

-Nobody touches anything.
-Yes, sir.

Where the hell is he?

-Hello?
-It's Royko.

What does "SHR" stand for?

I think I've got some kind of

hospital uniform
right in front of me.

SHR, um, shipping,
handling, and receiving.

They're in the basement.
I'm going down there now

to meet up with Berman.

What?

I'm going down there.
Berman's down there.

Berman?

Berman's right here, Gillian,
with me.

What?

Berman's with me.

I'm sorry, Tom.
I'm in an elevator.

I can't hear you, the signal.

Gillian, listen to me.
Get off the elevator.

Get outta there!

Tom, I can't hear you.
Let me call you back.

Gillian? Gillian!

No!

No! No!

Quick! Get in positions!

Got it!

Move! Move!

You can't empathize.

You can't feel what I've
been feeling. I know that.

I know you. It's not in you.

-You don't know me.
-Shut up!

But I... I can find someone else

who will feel
what I'm feeling...

go through
what I'm going through,

see it through my eyes.

Please, stop this.

You can't stop what
can't be stopped, Dr. Hayes.

You can't stop time.

I'm not gonna kill you.

I've thought about it, I have.
Of course, really, I have.

But... I don't want a life
for a life.

I want a soul... for a soul.

It's over for me, Gillian.
It's up to you now.

Go, go.

Remember, stay calm.

Ba-boom... ba-boom... ba-boom.

Dr. Kwan to surgery.

Dr. Kwan to surgery.

Hey.

Shots fired, shots fired,
upstairs!

Shut up!

Team one, check shots fired.

Keep moving.

Shut up! Shut up! Come here.

Let me go.
Will you please let me go?

-Come here.
-Please?

Shut up!

Please!

Berman, where is he?

Come on. Come on!

Officer down, officer down.

Nurses station, first floor.
Are you okay?

Yeah.
He's in the stairwell.

Stay with him!

No, no, don't open the door!
Don't open the door!

There's a bomb on the door.

He put a bomb
on this side of the door.

-Where'd he go?
-He went up.

He's in the stairwell, Royko.

He booby-trapped it,
and we can't get in.

-Is he going up or down?
-Up.

-What floor?
-I don't know.

Franklin!

Stay away from me, Royko!

It's a pressure switch.
If I let go...

Where is she?

You got a lot more to worry
about

than the good doctor, Royko.

Tell me where she is.

This can't end with you and me,
Royko.

Render the device safe.

Don't make me do something
I really wanna do.

Come with me.
Come with me.

No one makes us do anything.
We are our choices.

You idiot!

You're gonna blow yourself up.

You're afraid to die,
like the rest of us.

You don't get it!

You have to live.

You wanted to be
a part of this, remember?

And now you are...

you and your son.

What, what's his name, Troy?

Nice kid.
Doesn't look at all like you.

What are you talking about?

Where's my son?

Finally, someone will see
what I see.

Where's my boy,
you son of a bitch!

Afraid of what you'll find?

So am I.

He's got a bomb!

-Did you find her?
-Not yet.

Where's my dad?

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Come on, Troy. Pick up.

Damn it, Troy, pick up!

Tom?

Tom!

I can't get a hold of my son,
Gillian.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Why? Can you tell me why?

It's my heartbeat.

He attached it to my pulse.

Royko, this is Connor.

We found a little boy down here.

He says he's your son.
Royko, it's not good.

He put a pacemaker in him.

We're connected...

my pulse and his pacemaker.

When it hits zero...

Lieutenant, are you there?

-Where are you?
-We're in the basement.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Come on! Come on.

I'll get the bag.

This way, Lieutenant.

Connor, we can't run.
We have to keep her pulse down.

-Troy? Oh, God.
-Dad?

I'm right here, son.
I'm all right.

Clear the room. It's all right.

Hi, Troy. I'm Dr. Hayes,
and I'm here to help you, okay?

There's no time for anesthetic.

Okay, Troy, this is gonna hurt
a little bit,

and I need you to be tough.

You have to be very still.
Can you do that for me?

It's gonna be all right, Troy.
You're gonna be brave,

and it's gonna be all right.
Just hold onto my hand, son.

Just squeeze, hold onto
my hand really hard.

Ow! Dad! Ow!

It's all right, Troy.
You're gonna be brave,

and it's gonna be all right.
You can't move.

This ain't nothing new for me,
kid. I do this all the time.

Troy, you're gonna be brave,
and it's gonna be okay.

Dad!

Squeeze my hand
when it hurts, son,

but you can't move, okay?
-Ow!

You can't move.

I wouldn't trust him
with anyone else, Gillian.

You understand that?
No one else.

Dad!

It's almost over, son.

Hang in there, Troy.
You're doing fantastic.

I'm so proud of you.
-It's almost over, buddy.

Squeeze my hand, son.

You can't move.
You're doing great, buddy.

We're almost there.
We're almost there.

Hang in there.

I'm so proud of you.
You're doing fantastic.

You're doing great, buddy.

-Hold on, Troy.
-Ah, Dad!

It's almost over, son.
It's almost over.

It's almost over.

Okay, it's out!
It's in my hands.

It's got a fail-safe.

It's attached to his heart
like the others.

-Dad!
-It's almost over.

Okay, attach it.
Hold on. Attach it.

Okay, Gillian, come on.

All right.

-Dad!
-Come on.

Okay.

Okay, shh-shh. Hang in there.
We're almost there.

Come on, Gillian.

Hold on!

Okay.

You're doing great, Troy.

Shh-shh! Hang in there.

We're almost there.

Hold on!

Okay!

Okay, now!
Cut! Cut! Go! Go!

Hey, Troy?

Are you all right?

Are you hit?

You did it, Gillian.

You did it.

You okay?

You're gonna be fine, young man.

Just fine.

You're very lucky.

You've got one of
the best doctors in this city

taking care of you.

You're one brave kid.

I'll give you that.

My God, sweetheart,
you amaze me.

-Hey, Dad.
-Yeah?

-I was thinking.
-Mm-hmm.

I think I deserve a raise
in my allowance.

Well, that's
a very important skill, son,

to know when to ask for a raise.

I'm very proud of you.

Is that a yes?

You got it. You got your raise.

Of course, you understand
that now I have to take

a bigger percentage
out in taxes, too, right?

You're gonna be very happy
I am who I am when you're older.

Yeah, I'd rather be happy
about it now.

I'll let you two be alone
for a little while.

She's nice.

Yes, she is.

Cute, too.

Yeah.

Dr. Sly, please call...

Gillian?

Dr. Sly...

I just wanted to thank you.

Oh, no. No, thank you, again.

Yeah, I mean, what the hell do
you say after a thing like this?

That list of yours...

List?

Of your love life?

Oh, that list.

Yeah, that list.

Yeah, so... so, what about it?

How do you feel
about adding a new name?

Oh, gee, I... I don't think
that's a good idea.

Ah.

See, that's a list
of ex-boyfriends.

I don't want any more exes.

Neither do I.

Oh, okay, then.

Well, you've got my number.

-Yeah.
-Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Hey, Royko?

You think you could handle
a woman who makes more than you?

Handle it?

I'm counting on it.

If this works out,
I might even retire early.