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[male voice] Homicide.

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I don't know.
I don't know what happened.

It all happened so fast.
Somebody pushed and then I fell.

Okay, I'll be right back
to talk to you.

- So, what do we got?
- One second, please.

Victim is a 37-year-old male,
John Lange.

L-A-N-G-E.

You said victim?

- He's gonna be.
- He's gonna be.

That's the word I get from
the paramedics.

Why do you think
I called homicide?

Is he a jumper?

Man there and our guy there,
they tangle up somehow,

and our guy ends up
the way he seemed.

- Was it an accident?
- I guess.

- Any witnesses?
- Take your pick.

You wanna look now,
the metro guys,

they got the third rail
shut down.

These detectives are in charge.

Let me show you what's what.
This is a doozy.

Yeah. Hang on, hang on.

I'll start with the other guy.

His name is Larry Biedron.

Yeah. Call in and get us
some help with the witnesses.

Otherwise we're gonna
be down here all week.

[Pembleton] So he slips as the--
as the train's coming in?

[officer] Best we can figure,

falls into the opening
between two cars.

[Pembleton] Train catches him.

[officer] And he gets pinned
at his waist.

Train's still moving,
starts dragging him along.

But him, being pinned between
the train and the platform,

he's being dragged along
with the train,

but his legs are under him,
hanging free,

twisting everything
from his waist down

around like a rubber band.

He isn't in much pain, though.
He's alert.

I figure his spinal cord
must be severed.

You know,
growing up in New York,

I hear about this happening
from time to time.

- Never here.
- First for me too.

Guess that puts Baltimore
in the big leagues.

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Okay, listen,
tell the lieutenant we got

enough witnesses here to fill
a Trekkie convention.

Well, he's gonna have
to cut loose with some help.

What am I doing here?

Don't go far with that.

So it's Biedron.

Yeah. That's good.

Most people pronounce it Bidran.
It's Polish.

But the SKI got dropped
when my great-great-whoever
first come over.

Is this it? That's all you have?
Don't have a driver's license?

No, it's expired.
Can't afford a car anyways.

- You say that you got pushed.
- Yeah, I get--

What's the word I want.

When you get bumped.

Bumped?

No, you know, when someone--
when you're in a crowd.

- Bumped.
- No.

- Jostled.
- Yeah.

I get jostled,
and the next thing I know,

I'm picking myself up
off the ground.

- Uh-huh. You see who did this?
- No, sir.

Then I see that guy, stuck.

The train misses me
by that much.

That could be me there.

[Bayliss] You were lucky.

- Need a hand?
- I'll let you know when.

We're gonna hitch
those pressure pants onto him.

When we haul him out,
and keep his guts from
falling into his legs.

So the uniform tells me
there's no way he survives.

We do it anyways. Protocol.

We have to give
the poor bastard some hope,

some idea that something's
being done for him.

He doesn't know he's gonna die?

We tried to bring it up.

I asked him
if he wanted a priest
or a minister,

but he wasn't in any shape
to understand when
we first got down here.

Best thing then
was to keep him calm.

Okay, how long has he got?

30, maybe 40 minutes, tops.

Second we move him,
he's a goner.

That's correct, doctor.
He's tachycardic.

Initial BP was 90,
dropped to 84.

But after half
a liter of bringers,
it's up to 90 again.

Mr. Lange,
I'm Frank Pembleton.

- Whatever you say.
- I'm a detective.

Oh, I've talked to
the cops already.

I'd like to talk to
whoever's gonna get me
the hell out of this.

Mr. Lange, I have
to ask you some questions.

Like, what? How am I doing?

This woman, every two seconds,

Him, him.
Everyone's asking me,
how am I doing?

How does it look like I'm doing?

- Can you tell me what happened?
- Hey, this is a mystery?

Can you tell me what happened?

Somebody pushes me.

You were pushed? You see him?

Hey, pal. Huh?

I come walk in
like I do every Friday.

Every Friday for
the last 12 damn years.

I don't know.
I get knocked on my ass, boom.

- On the blind side.
- From the blind side.

Some dumb nut
is falling in front of me.
I don't know, all right?

This happens in front of you?

You don't see who pushed you?

What, I got eyes
in the back of my head,

I'd be like this?

Mr. Lange, is there someone
we can get a hold of for you?

- What at my work?
- Family?

My mom and dad.

In Florida. Retired.

My brother's down east
on the shore,

he runs a bed and breakfast.

Look, if you can get
to my wallet,

I got his number down
in there somewhere.

Is there anyone, uh--

anyone else local that we can
get in touch with right now?

Right now? Why?

You said I'm okay, right?

You're doing fine.

[officer] Let's get to
the other side.
[indistinct]

Hey, what the hell's taking
you guys so long down there?

Easy. You're gonna knock
the IV out.

Just try to relax.
Stay calm.

All right?
Sorry. Sorry.

So we should contact
someone for you.

I got a girlfriend.

I got an ex wife,
too, somewhere.

You don't want to know
about that.

Neither do I.

So how do I get a hold
of the girlfriend?

Hey, she doesn't work for
a hospital, okay?

Yeah, but she should
know anyway, right?

[officer] She's gonna stabilize.
You're not gonna lift it.

I got a place down
on Lombard, 1568.

It's about
a five block walk from here.

- Is this an apartment?
- Yeah, yeah.

Her name is Sarah.

Sarah Flannigan.

[Pembleton] She there now?

I think so.

Nah, she's still out jogging.

She's out running?

[John] For another hour or so.

Where does she go?
She have a usual route?

Down along the harbor.

[Pembleton] By the shops?

Yeah, somewhere there. Yeah.

So she's wearing--
she's in running clothes.

- Blue something or other.
- Blue something what?

Blue. I don't know,
a running suit!

[Pembleton] She's how tall?

- How tall?
- How tall?

Five something.

Six? Seven? Shorter.

[John] Just go to the apartment.

It's 9C.
She'll be there soon enough.

She had brown hair, blonde?

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, you said I'm okay, right?

Well, how bad am I?

Hey, what's going on down there?

You doing something to my legs?

Hey, hey.
Are they amputating me?

- No.
- [John] Don't lie.

- [Pembleton] I'm not.
- [John] You're lying.

[paramedic] All right, come on.
Just deep breaths.

Sarah has what color hair?

No, you want to inflate

your stomach like it's
a balloon, right?

Come on.
That's good. Good, good.

That's good.

[breathing deeply]

It's like blowing out
a birthday candle, right?

So you saw this guy trip,

and then
he fell into the other guy?

- Yeah, he went flying.
- Doing a swan dive
right into the train.

But to you it's an accident.

Oh, yeah. It was like
watching a head-on collision.

He throws his legs out
to trip the guy.

So you're saying that
it was on purpose?

Oh, yeah.
Deliberate as hell.

You fall down and, you know,
you try to get up right away.

But him, he stays down.

And I see him look back
like he's seeing
where the other guy is.

And then
he throws out his feet
to take out the other guy's.

It's not my legs.

No.

We should get Sarah here

- No.
- Mr. Lange.

I feel fine!

I feel good.

Hey, I got no pain or anything.

Look it.

Look.

See, I can do that.

- I felt that.
- Hey, Charlie, [indistinct].

I felt it.
That's a good sign.

That's a good sign.

Could you give me
a description of Sarah, huh?

Look, I don't need this stuff.

You're saying I'm gonna die.

Liar!

Hey, this is what you're saying.

This is a goof, huh?

Why did I gotta take
the subway today?

Monday through Thursdays...

hey, I'm driving in my car,

Glad-handing my customers.

Fridays, I work the phones
to my wholesalers.

Why's today gotta be Friday?

The man the train hits,

he was the one pushing.

- He was?
- Yeah, he almost pushed me
into the train.

See, I've got someone
who says just the opposite.

I know what I saw.

He was the one that got pushed.

- Who pushes who?
- [Lewis] Hey, Bayliss,
where's Frank?

- It's a subway.
- Hey, it's around the corner.

Everybody's in a hurry
to go everywhere and nowhere.

- [Lewis] Hey, Frank?
- [Pembleton] Yeah.

Where do you want us to start?

I got a guy
all jammed up back here.

You got somebody
ground up like hamburger?

Look, he is alive.

- [Bayliss] Frank?
- Yeah.

I don't know, I got something
a little hinky here.

See, some of the commuters say
that my guy shoved your guy

and some say that he didn't.

Who do you believe?

Who don't I believe?

[Pembleton] Okay, let's say that
he did push him.
These two know each other?

Maybe they got some
bad blood in the past.

- Maybe.
- Yeah.

I can put Biedron's name
through the computer.

- Okay,
- [Lewis] Zippity-doo-dah.

- Here.
- [Lewis] What?

I want you to find that woman.

Sarah Flannigan, 5'4",
120 to 130 lbs.

Brown hair, brown eyes,
blue and something,
running suit.

She's jogging around
the Inner Harbor,

around the Science Center,
Federal Hill.

- What, last goodbyes?
- Yeah.

A brown or something
jogging suit.

[Pembleton] Blue and something
jogging suit.

Blue and something jogging suit.

Oh, well then that makes
all the difference.

Why don't you get us
more uniforms?

We come down here
to work witnesses.
Am I right, Timmy?

Hey, look, I told Lange
I'll put our best detectives on.

[laughing]

Don't try to backdoor me
with that best business, Frank.

You ain't about compliments.

The man has less than an hour.

It's a higher place
in heaven for us.

You know what?
I'll go find the woman.

You go deal with the guy, okay?

Once again, you have proved
yourself persuasive.

And you, you know,
you want to go set yourself up

as the angel of mercy,
that's cool.

Just don't
go volunteering me, okay?

Hey, Federal Hill,
Inner Harbor, okay?

Okay, here's Biedron's ID.

Maybe your guy remembers
his face from that picture.

- All right?
- Okay.

- You get what you need?
- What?

You about wrapped up here?

We're ready to go, all's
we got to do is set the bags,

inflate them
so we can muscle the subway car
away from the platform

- and haul this guy out.
- So what's the rush, huh?

No rush,
but I got 20,000 morning riders
held up on this line.

Whatever you can do to
help me out, I'd appreciate it.

Just stay out of my face, okay?

Do you understand?
Just go do your job,

stay out of my face, okay?
I got work to do here.

I'm gettin--
I want a short for the pain.

- You're in pain right now?
- I'm gonna be, right?

Mr. Lange, I sent two of
our detectives to find Sarah.

- They're the best,
- [John] Right.

What, after they make
their donut run?

Hey, cop.
Make this bitch go away.

- You're in charge,
- Not of her.

She's pissing me off.

I have to stay with you.

And I say you go.

I can't do that.

Then give me
a shot of something.

Can't do that either.

I'm who's in need here,
last time I looked.

[John] You can get me something.

I've already explained
to Lange here

that any painkiller
is going to make him
lose consciousness

- and lower his blood pressure.
- [John] Okay!

Well, that's my problem,
not yours.

It'll give you the same symptoms
of bleeding out,
bleeding internally.

If he loses consciousness,
that's the sign.

- Of me dying?
- There's nothing
you can give him?

If there's any chance of
saving Mr. Lange here,
then I'm not gonna do anything.

- If there's a chance.
- Oh, that's crap.

- You said so yourself.
- It's a million to one.

But if there is, I'm not gonna
do anything now that
would jeopardize it.

- You said there's a chance.
- [paramedic] No.

- You just said.
- [paramedic] I said if.

- A million to one.
- You see what I'm saying?

- He's not a doctor, Mr. Lange.
- And neither the hell are you!

I'm gonna die.

What's the harm then, huh?

If I'm going,

it's my last wish, okay?

[paramedic] No.

Go find another train

- and throw yourself
in front of it.
- I can't leave.

Come on, do me a favor.
Take a walk or something
until you calm down, okay?

[exhaling]

[John] What, you a little sore?

Why don't you get yourself
something for the pain?

You know, I'm gonna be...

Knucklehead's gonna
go grab a smoke.

Suck in some nicotine.

Take a break, on me!

- Where's Sarah?
- We're getting her.

- You find her?
- Not yet.

- But you're gonna.
- Yeah.

- Right.
- We will.

- 'Cause if you don't--
- Hey. She's gonna be here,
all right?

What? Getting
a little defensive, huh?

What are you, scared?

It's not every day
you talk to a dead man, huh?

I want my fare back.

Your what?

My $1.35. I paid my fare.
I didn't get my ride.

[Pembleton] No, you didn't.

- Then I get it back.
- [Pembleton] All right.

[John] You get it.

Do what you want with it,
but the hell if
I get taken, okay?

Nobody's trying to take you.

Wife?

Huh?

Do you have a wife?

Wife? Yeah. Yes.

Is she all right to you?

Yes.

Kids?

[Pembleton] I have two kids.

You got the world by the ass.

Yeah, I do.

Kids.

If I had kids,
I'd still be married.

The medic.

She said that I had
a million to one shot.

Why would she say that
when she knows?

[Bayliss] Frank?

Mr. Lange, this is my partner.

Hey, uh, listen...

do you recognize that man there?

That little guy?

- You want me
to bring him closer?
- I can see him.

Who is he?

You don't know him?

I've never seen him before.

Why? He's who shoved me?

So you never had any words
or anything like that?

No, what's his name?

Hey, moron.
Who are you?

I want you dead,
you son of a bitch.

- You are dead to me!
- [Pembleton] Easy,
Mr. Lange, easy.

No, no. You are dead to me!

All right, all right.

[Pembleton] Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

[Falsone] 5'4", brown hair
and eyes, blue jogging suit,
Sarah Flannigan.

She's gotta
be Irish-looking, huh?

Irish-looking?
What's that mean?

I don't know.
She got freckles on her face,
shamrock in her heart.

We supposed to track
this woman down?
In, like, an instant?

What am I, missing persons?

I can't even find
my own behind with a map

and a three-day head start.

- That guy.
- Hey, her?

Nah, nah, she's too tall.

And we're looking
for brown hair, not red.

Imagine being him.

Don't even go--
Don't even go there, man.
It's like...

It's like
that first sub-zero day,

you know,
when you step outside

and man,
it just reaches up there
and grabs your family jewels.

Like lumpy sex.

Lumpy se--

There ain't no such thing
as lumpy sex.

You don't get around a lot,
do you?

You showed me his photo.

You put him in front of me.

- This is getting kind of stupid.
- You don't know Biedron?

What I'd be doing knowing
a piece of crap like that?

- From your neighborhood?
- No.

This past few days,
maybe the last week,

something happens on the street
between you and somebody.

- No!
- Few words. Maybe on a job.

- I'd remember, okay?
- Because of your work

in bars and restaurants
all the time.

I'd know if I knew him!

Something went down
with Sarah, huh?

If that was it,
I'd be the first to say.

You think I don't want you to
nail the guy who's killed me?

Hey, but don't think
for a second
this isn't some accident.

You be me for a second,
you'd know.

This crap doesn't just happen.

This is not out of the blue.

You think 'cause there's nothing
between me and this Biedron--

why am I even saying
the twerp's name?

That nothing is nothing, then?

What are you?
Some substitute
second-string cop?

Huh?

Some candy-ass jamoke?

Look...

I didn't mean that.

You know,
it's just that you got nothing.

So I'm, what?

- A lesson in bad luck?
- No, no.

I'd be at my desk right now,
making calls, doing business,

brown-nosing my boss,
laughing at his lame jokes,

trying to angle myself a raise,

Going to lunch,
checking out some legs.

Flirting with every
other girl that goes by.

But where the hell am I?

Stuck.

Right here.

What can I do about it?

You...

You're one of those Moes.

Or is it Curly
who's had a free pass on things?

You're one of the lucky ones.

Me, I'm just here
to remind you how lucky.

What?

I'm wrong about you?

You gonna tell me tall tales of

you and some rough and tumble
cops and robbers,

- derring-do?
- No.

- Then what the hell
can you do for me?
- I don't know.

- What good are you?
- I don't know.

Look, I didn't mean that/

Okay? I didn't mean it.

I don't know what I mean,
you know?

I just don't get it.

I'm being a jerk.
Where you going?

- Nowhere.
- Yeah, right, nowhere.

How long do we have?

I don't know.

I'm stuck here.

You ain't going anywhere, fella.

Look, I already told you,
I don't have a driver's license

because I can't afford
a car, okay?

It wasn't revoked?

You think I'd be down here
in the subway

if I could drive,
all these numbskulls down here
pushing and shoving?

So you've never driven a car?

No.

Now, that's just unusual.

You've never had
a driver's license?

You would pay for something
that you couldn't afford?

All right.
Never been arrested?

Nope.
I'm okay.

Yes. Because I feel sick.

Listen, um, I've already
put your name through
the computers, Larry.

Now, nothing's
gonna come up, is it?

- Nothing-- nothing surprising?
- No.

Hey, where were you headed
off to this morning, huh?

- This again?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, this again.

I was going
to interview for a job.

- Oh, what kind of a job?
- Anything.

I haven't had steady work
in the last year.

- What kind of work?
- Did I do last?

- Yeah.
- Moving stuff, boxes,
warehouse work.

Yeah, who was that for?

- The company?
- Yeah.

I forget.

Had a Greek name to it.

Been a while.

You can't remember the, uh...

the name of the last person
that paid you?

Something...

I just forget.

Started with a T.

T-S.

Ah.
But, it's Greek to you, huh?

What?

Oh, I get it.

It's all Greek to me.

What?

You were making a joke.

- No.
- [Lewis] My two greatest fears.

[Falsone] What,
there's a rating system?

[Lewis] Yeah.
The first one is death.

[Falsone] I don't like
to think about that, man.

Always getting shot at.

All that glass flying around,
pop, pop, pop.

Now, you don't want
to think about that
'cause your brain

is tuned to push
all that stuff back, huh?

See, the front part of
your brain,

it pushes all that back
into the subconscious.

And right here,
somewhere deep in
your brain stem,

there's a time code

printed out into
a little, teeny, tiny neuron.

Time code?

Yeah.

When you're gonna die.

- You got blue suit.
- Where?

Oh, she's got blonde hair.
We're looking for brown, right?

You see,
that's what I'm saying, man.

That's what I'm saying.
It's my eyes, man.

I gotta get 'em checked.

Damn, man. Last year,
there was something wrong
with my teeth.

This year, I don't know.
Something gonna act up
on my stomach.

Next thing you know,
I'm gonna have a ball drop, man.

Ball drop?

Testicular droopage.

Old age starts to
creep up on you, man.

Next thing you know,
everything goes south.

- Oh, you mean scrotal gravity?
- Uh-huh.

[Lewis]
We ain't never gonna find her.
Where the hell is she?

This is what I get?
An ice cube?

- No food or anything?
- Best I could do.

The medic said
you get everything you need
from your IV.

Well, tell them to hook this
thing to a damn cheeseburger,

a chocolate malt, something.

I can't--
I can't get a last meal?

A murderer or a serial killer
about to get the plug pulled

gets to choose a damn last meal.

This is on your head,
you're miserable bitch!

[grinding sound]

What am I hearing?

What-- what's
going on over there?

[Pembleton]
They're moving things.

[John] What, they're getting
ready to take me out?

[Pembleton] Just sorting
some stuff out.

How are they taking me out?

Well, they have to
push this train away
from the platform,

away from you.

How?

They're these kind of airbags.

That's what I'm hearing,
they're filling the airbags
already?

Yeah. They're testing them.

- But not yet.
- No, no, no.

Okay.

A feat of engineering,
just for me.

I've become a spectacle.

You're getting. Sarah?

She'll be here.

Okay.

Okay, they fill the bags,
then what,
they pull me out?

I think so.

Then what?

I don't know.

That's my million to one shot.

Hey, come on over here.

- You know better how
to explain what's gonna happen.
- With what?

- When they pull me out.
- We'll pull you out.

I know that.
After you pull me out.

- We'll work on you.
- Work on me how.

All right, you pull me out
and then what?

Whoa! Ho, ho, ho, you okay?

What's going on?

Tell me your name.

This body of mine
is going through some nonsense.

- I tell you truth.
- [paramedic] What's your name?

- You know my name.
- Tell me your name.

John Lange.

You're okay.

[John] Ah.

- Then what's the pain?
- Is it easing?

- Yeah.
- It's a good sign.

- What is?
- That you're having pain.

My body is still fighting, huh?

Yes.

I had a million to one shot.

It's looking better, huh?

[paramedic] We're gonna do
everything possible.

As soon as we get you released,
we'll have a defibrillator
attached to you.

We'll work
to stabilize your heart.

And we'll have you to
the hospital in five minutes.

We got a police escort
for the ambulance
standing by upstairs.

Defibrillator.

Your heart will stop
when we pull you out.

Well, how is it okay right now?

Your body sustained
a lot of trauma.

You have
a crushed spinal injury.

My legs?

Whole lower half.

You've seen it?

Yeah.

You promise me, no matter what,

they don't cut off my legs,
even if I die.

Look, I am catching a break
somewhere in all this garbage.

Yeah, I understand.

Okay, you pull me out,
how long before my heart stops?

30 seconds, a minute?

- And five minutes to
the hospital?
- Yes.

Now, you heard her.
She said five minutes.

Right she did.

Any longer than that,
you take this lame-ass,

you drag her out into
the middle of the street,
and you shoot her.

Deal?

How many shots?

[chuckling breathlessly]

We're faxing for clarification.

So we're waiting on
this guy's family?

- Girlfriend.
- I was told his family.

Can you get
a straight answer for me?

I've got trains on the other
side I've got to let--

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Get up.
- I can't.

My head.

Why don't you have
a driver's license?

Why are you grabbing me?
I have a headache.

Could I get a pill or something?

You don't have
a driver's license because
you're not from Maryland.

Sure I am.
I live here.

- Since when?
- What?

When did you move here?

I moved here, like,
three, four years ago.

You moved here?

Well, yeah. I wasn't born here,
if that's what you're asking.

You have got an ID from
the state of Maryland
for six months.

How is it you're here
for three or four years?

I went and I applied
for it way back, long ago.

And I need that back.

You gave it to
that Black cop, remember?

You moved from Chicago
six months ago.

No, that isn't right.

No, I live on Charles
and Cathedral street.

It's the Clarion Hotel,
you know?

But I go to Chicago.

I've been going there,
back and forth,

from here to there,
there to here.

What does that say right there?

- About what?
- That says you have
a record in Chicago.

You said to me that you had
never been arrested.

It says that?

What were you charged with?

Look, this is my new shirt.

This is the only one that I got
for job interviews.

I'm gonna ruin your neck, okay,

if you don't tell me
what you were charged with.

I never said
I wasn't charged with anything.

I said I was never convicted.

Okay. I've got more
information coming from Chicago

about this charge
and the disposition of it.

What is [indistinct]?

[indistinct]?

- It's a place.
- In Chicago.

It's on Belmont
and Narragansett Street,
west side.

It's a hospital.

They put you in
the hospital for this charge?

Yeah.

They found I wasn't responsible.

- For what?
- I don't know.
It was them saying it, not me.

It's supposed to be
a place for people
who have problems.

And I had problems for a while,
but now I'm all right.

Tell me what
the charge was for in Chicago.

They said I pushed something.

You pushed somebody?

In Chicago?

- In a subway?
- I don't know.

But there is
a subway in Chicago.

I know.
They have a big one.

The doctors.

They said I wasn't...

What's the word?

Competent.

That I didn't know
what I was doing.

That I wasn't right.
That I won't be, ever.

I've got the papers
that'll tell you.

- Back at my place.
- Yeah, great. Come on.

I need my jacket.

[*]

[John] You almost died.

[Pembleton] I was just
on the job.

[John] [indistinct].

You're kind of young
for one of those, aren't you?

I get this hellacious headache,
and next thing I know,

I'm waking up with
something nurse's face
[indistinct].

- [groaning] Oh, sh--
- [paramedic] Again?

Yeah.

[sighing] Oh, God.
Why did he invent pain?

You okay?

[paramedic] That's good.

I lay there
in that hospital bed.

I think about that all the time,
you know?

And did God flash you
the answer?

What, because we wouldn't
know how good
we have it otherwise?

You never thought that?

What do you take me for,
a pervert?

You ain't got to be
a pervert, man.

Everybody thinks about that.

Not me.

You never thought
about making it

- with two women?
- [Falsone] At the same time? No.

You disappoint me.

Hey, is that her?

No. False alarm.

She got red hair, man.
Even I can see that.

It looked brown for a second.

[John] What's
the cosmic reason for pain?

It's the one thing
we have in common.

There are times I think...

a baby's born with
something real wrong.

Some disease, like AIDS.

This child
is probably never gonna
experience happiness,

but we know what
that baby's feeling.

I told you about
my brother having
a bed and breakfast.

Right you did.

What is that?

What is that for a grown man?

I guess people in the morning,
when they're nice and pleasant

I guess it's some resort area,
you know?

So where's the mumble grum--
The grumble mumble.

Come 5 o'clock quitting time,

when your boss
has pissed you off

and you're feeling like throwing
yourself and him off the roof,

You're not looking for
orange juice, a croissant?

You're ordering hard martinis

with a couple
of imported olives.

So who's a realist,
me or my brother?

[loud beeping]

Oh, God.

Oh, God invents pain,
man invents booze.

And right now
he can kiss my ass.

We ain't never
gonna find this woman.

Had that same feeling.

Hey, if you knew
you was gonna go, man,

who would you wanna have there?

You know what'd be fair?
A day's notice.

Enough time to get
all the bastards
that ever put it to me.

I take my gun, there'd be
a few personal scores to settle.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
That's her. That's her.

- Sarah Flannigan?
- Hey, miss.

You're Sarah Flannigan?

Why are you asking?

- Cops?
- Are you Sarah?

- No,
- We just need to talk
to Sarah Flannigan.

- What did she do
something wrong?
- No.

Sorry.

You sure you're not Sarah?

I don't know who she is.

[indistinct] not Sarah?

Hey, what?

She's got,
she's got brown hair, right?

So I'm laying here
in an hospital.

- This is your stroke, right?
- Right, right, right.

So every day the nurse comes
with this metal bowl.

It's steel, aluminum,
I don't know.
I do know that it's cold.

It's like she got it
right out of the freezer.

She says to me,
she wants me to give a specimen.

- Give a specimen?
- Yeah.

Yeah. You ever tried
to take a crap laying down
flat in a bed?

But there's a kicker,
see, because

she has to stand there
and watch while I'm doing it.

She has to write it all down
in the charts.

How long it took
and how much it was
and what it weighed.

Uh, and it's humiliating.

Pisses me off.

And I keep asking myself,
why me?

You believe in heaven?

Mr. Lange, look at me.

There's none for you
brainless wonders.

- Do I believe in an afterlife?
- Yeah.

I mean, if there is,

and I'm saying
that God invented pain,

so I'm saying that there
is a god,

- are you going to heaven?
- Why, you want a priest?

A priest would be...

putting the kibosh on my--

whatever good karma
I got going right now, you know?

[loud beeping]

- [screaming]
- [paramedic] It's okay. Breathe.

Breathe.
Come on, Mr. Lange.

Listen to me.
Breathe. I need you to breathe.

You can do it.

It's coming
fast and furious now.

What's it feel like,
you know,

when you know
it's all coming to an end?

You know,
that guy in the subway,
he knows he's gone.

Yeah.
I want to get shot, man.

At least that way
it only hurt for a minute.

Let's say
my grandmother dies, right?

I go over to the nursing home
and sign her body out
to the funeral house.

I'm talking to
the head nurse, right?

Her sister's standing
next to her,

and I'm thinking to myself,
I can nail this chick.

You know,
my grandmother just dies.

My smart monkey instincts
are telling me to procreate.

Yeah, it's all part of
the grieving process.

Oh, you tell me.

[officer] All right.

[Pembleton] He did this before?

[Bayliss] Yeah, in Chicago
three years ago.

[Pembleton]
Pushed someone in subway?

Yeah, he says he was sent to
a nut house for 18 months,
then he was released.

We're gonna get more
specifics later on today.

You going to, uh...
You gonna tell Lange?

Tell him what?

This was intentional?

He's in a world of hurt now.

Damn, he knows it,
but he's still fighting it.

How's it help him
I tell him he was pushed
by some headcase, huh?

What-- what, an accident?

He could accept that?

I don't know.

Well, he has
a right to know, Frank.

Would you want to know?

Yeah. Wouldn't you?

Listen, Biedron's complaining
that he's hot.

I'm gonna--
You know, send him to Hopkins,

I don't want to be responsible
if anything happens to him.

- He's complaining he's hot?
- Yeah, yeah, he's hot.

He's complaining he's hot.

That guy pushed me, didn't he?

Trying to figure that out.

Do you think you did?

Yes.

I was watching you
and your partner talking.

I can read people, you know.

I'm a salesman, remember?

Did I tell you that already?

Oh, wow.

Hey. I don't feel so good.

[Pembleton breathing deeply]

What's going on?

What's going on? This is
real different than before.

Blood pressure's dropping.

- Oh, why did he push me?
- I don't know.

- Heart rate's dropping.
- She'll be here.

- Oh, don't you worry.
- BP is 80 over 50 and dropping.

[indistinct shouting]

[air hissing]

- Heartrate is 50 and dropping.
- What is your name?

[motor whirring]

Mr. Lange, where are you at?

Mr. Lange, look at me.

The leaves on
a sugar maple tree,

when a storm is coming...

they'll turn over so the tree
can take in the rain.

- BP is 70 [indistinct].
- Move it, you guys. Move it.
- What's my name?

- What?
- My name, doc. Give me my name.

Your name is John Lange.

- Got him around!
- [indistinct shouting]

- You name is John Lange!
- No, it's not.

- Okay, guys, face.
- Watch it. Come on.

Here.

I'm okay.

Okay, you guys,
watch his [indistinct].

[indistinct shouting]

One, two, three, go!

[indistinct shouting]

We're clear,
we're clear, we're clear.

Lay him down nice and slow.

Nice and easy, nice and easy.

[indistinct shouting]

- Get him ready.
- [indistinct]

He's gone.

He's dead.

[train horn honking]

Okay, it's all yours.

So this is like, you know,
the same thing happened
in Chicago.

It's like the same crime.
Like he thinks we're not
gonna find out about that?

Yeah.
Wild, isn't it?

See you later.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Okay.

You still got my ID?

I need that back.

You all right?

Did you ever notice
when a rain is coming...

leaves on a sugar maple
will turn over?

No.

Learn something new every day.

The guy said to me...

"I'm okay".