04x13 - You Can See the Stars

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(Radio static crackles)

Where is it?

(Female dispatcher) Suspect is armed and dangerous.

His name... Kevin Michael Ford.

All your cars have them.

42 years old.

Where is it?

Currently resides at 30 Furlough Street.

(Lock clicks, trunk door squeaks)

(Trunk door clunks)

Wanted for the sh**ting of Officer Chloe Price.

(Alt-J's "Tessellate" playing)

♪ bite chunks out of me ♪
♪ you're a shark, and I'm swimming ♪

(Radio static crackles)

(Clatters)

♪ my heart still thumps as I bleed ♪

(back seat thuds)

♪ all your friends ♪
♪ come sniffing ♪

(Clanks and thuds)

Okay.

♪ triangles are my favorite shape ♪

(clunks and rattles) Okay. Here we go.

(Faint thud in distance)

This is gonna be good.

♪ toe-to-toe, back-to-back ♪ - (Grunts and sighs)

♪ let's go ♪

No.

(Grunting)

Seriously. This is going to be good.

(Punches)

Uhh!

♪ 'til morning comes ♪

(Trunk door squeaks, thuds)

♪ let's tessellate ♪

All right. When was the last time you saw Kevin Ford?

Two weeks ago.

The night before his neighbor b*at him up.

And you have not seen him since?

Not today? Not yesterday?

You haven't driven by his house or checked up on him at the hospital?

Sam, I said I haven't seen him.

(Cell phone beeps)

Hey, what's up?

You're not gonna like it.

(Scoffs) I can't stand it when you open with that.

Don't open with that.

McNally?

(Radio chatter)

Hit me.

I'm in Marlo's basement. It's all Kevin Ford.

Maps, photographs, notes, charts. It's...

(Sighs) it's crazy.

Andy she must have been following this guy for weeks.

Look, no one's seen it yet.

I'm still waiting on Oliver.

Okay.

Just keep me posted.

What?

Marlo, I think we need to talk about what's in your basement.

(Radio static) This is 1527. I'm still waiting on backup.

1504, what's your 20?

(Horn blares in distance)

(Radio static) 1504, almost there.

You okay? (Radio static)

Yeah. Yeah I'm... I'm fine.

Good. See you soon. (Radio static)

(Walkie-talkie clicks)

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

(Telephone rings in distance)

Thank you.

Right on.

(Siren wails in distance, monitor beeping rhythmically)

(Coffee lid clicks)

Listen, Wes, there's something I need to tell you.

Chloe and I are, um... seeing each other.

(Scoffs) Why didn't you say so?

Well, 'cause, you know, this whole thing caught me off guard.

I didn't know about you.

And I didn't know she'd been married.

Not sure if that says more about my relationship with her or yours.

Yeah. Me neither.

Is it serious... you and her?

Yeah.

You had to think about it. You sure?

Yeah, because this is weird. Okay?

I don't even know you. And... and... and... and... you're... you're asking me if I'm serious... if... about...

My wife.

Exactly. So, yes, Wes, I'm very into your wife.

Your wife and I are going steady.

(Scoffs) You make her happy?

I think so.

You had to think about it again.

Well, you're impatient.

I'm just trying to gauge what I'm up against.

(Door buzzes, indistinct conversations)

(Telephone ringing in distance, radio chatter)

What's happening?

Ford's lawyer just got here.

What's that mean?

(Beeps)

It's the usual, you know, you guys got it all wrong.

My client's a great guy, he loves puppies. He's innocent.

My client is out of his mind.

Uh, former client, I should say.

Kevin called me into the hospital, said he wanted to file a lawsuit against the police.

He claimed that you guys were persecuting him, following him, framing him for crimes he didn't commit.

But when I told him that it would take a few weeks to look at the facts, he att*cked me.

It took two nurses to get him off me.

Why didn't you report it?

I was afraid he was going to come after me.

Look, I have worked with Kevin for a while, and he's always been a bit of a loner.

But this was insane.

What did the hospital say?

They said he had suffered a traumatic brain injury.

Erratic behavior, paranoia, trouble with impulse control.

So he thinks he's being persecuted by the police.

Now anyone in particular?

Yeah. 15 division.

He said he wasn't gonna stop until it was over.

Okay, listen up.

As most of you know, we believe our sh**t to be one Kevin Ford, 42 years old, Caucasian male, suffering from a severe traumatic brain injury.

Former suspect in a missing child investigation.

We got officers at his workplace, and a B.O.L.O. out on his van.

Uniforms are at Ford's house. It's empty. He's not there.

All right. We'll get over and check it out.

His parents are deceased. We need to find his brother.

Abe Ford, 50 years old, 673 Parkside Road.

Peck, Diaz... bring him in. Keep it friendly.

We're on it.

All right. The rest of you, I want you out on patrol in pairs.

Okay, we're looking for a white panel van.

The plate number's on the handout.

And be careful out there.

Good to see you, officer. Glad you're safe.

Nick's at her house right now.

All right. We'll send forensics over.

Swarek, you good to take her statement?

Yeah, yeah, we're good.

Okay, we have to explain this to them.

Explain what? There's nothing we can do.

They're going to find everything now.

Take it easy. All right?

Mom would k*ll me if anything happens to you.

Yeah. Please.

She wouldn't even notice.

(Zips bag)

Don't worry, Detective. I got her back.

Always have, always will.

Gail.

Holly, hey.

Hi.

Hey.

You said that already.

You know, it sounded familiar.

I just wanted to see you.

You know, take ten minutes, lay eyes on you.

(Radio chatter)

Oh. Okay, so that's how we're gonna do this.

Mm-hmm.

Gail, we should probably get going.

Just... just be careful, okay?

I will.

(Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing in distance)

So everything in your house is now evidence.

I should have packed it up. b*rned it.

I wasn't thinking straight. You know that.

Look, the, uh, silver lining is that... that you know more about this guy than anyone else.

Okay, so let's start thinking about that. (Folder slides)

What do you we know?

You heard from Oliver?

No. Why?

'Cause he still hasn't shown up.

Nick can't reach him.

Celery hasn't heard from him.

I just tried to call him three times, and his cell phone is off.

What does dispatch say?

Apparently he's been parked in the same location for the last 45 minutes. 3900 Lake Shore.

I'll be here.

This is 1519. There's no car here.

Can you please repeat the location? (Radio static)

(Female dispatcher) GPS on car 1504 still reads 3900 Lake Shore.

Okay. Well there is no 3900 Lake Shore.

I mean, it's an empty lot.

Andy.

1519, we're trying to narrow it down. (Radio static)

We found it. We found the sender unit.

It's been taken out of the car.

Sorry, go again. You found the car?

No, we found the box.

The car is missing.

There's no sign of Officer Shaw.

(Radio chatter, siren wailing)

(Indistinct conversations, camera shutter clicks)

Final act preparations.

He turned down the heat, paid his bills, even laid his suit out.

This was taped to his computer.

(Camera shutter clicking)

"Marlo Cruz, Sam Swarek, Oliver Shaw...

Andy, Chloe, Dov, Nick."

Yeah. It's a hit list.

(Sirens wailing, helicopter whirring)

(Radio chatter)

Last radio contact was 39 minutes ago.

Oliver said he was on his way here.

So what, he never showed?

He did.

His unit locator pinged him at this address about an hour ago.

If he'd already been here,why did he say he was on his way?

(Siren whoops)

Okay, got it. (Cell phone beeps)

The guys just found Ford's van around the corner.

What about Oliver's cell?

There's no signal.

They got techs working on the van, uniforms are searching the park.

For what? A body?

What does that mean?

Detective... there's something I think you need to see.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, you two...

Look, as soon as we're done here, I want you back at the station.

You stay there until this is over.

What?

Why?

Frank, this is Oliver. We need to be in this.

Kevin Ford made a hit list, Sam, and you're on it.

So is McNally, so is Chloe, who's now in I.C.U.

So is Oliver, who's now missing.

So until further notice, you're both staying at the damn station.

(Helicopter whirring, siren wailing)

(Radio chatter)

What is this?

Looks like Marlo was doing her research.

She's got copies of every file on Kevin Ford, every interview with him, about him.

It stretches back about three years.

There's even a timeline.

Why aren't these confidential files back at the station?

(Radio chatter)

You want to tell me what's going on?

Marlo had a hunch. Clearly she was right.

Excuse me?

Luke... she slipped up, but she's back on her meds.

She's... she's better now.

Meds for what?

(Siren wailing in distance)

Meds for what?

She's bipolar.

She had a manic episode... just a break.

So she ended up focusing all of her energy into Kevin Ford because she thinks that he k*lled the kid three years ago.

You both have been covering for her?

She was right. Okay, she was right.

Look at where we are. Look at what he's doing.

(Laughs)

She was dead right about the guy.

Yeah.

Oh.

Box it up, bring it to the station.

Maybe there's something we can use.

Luke.

I'm not talking to you about this right now.

We have an officer missing.

So how does this work?

We wait for her to wake up, and then we duel?

(Chuckles)

g*ns or knives?

How do you feel about pub trivia?

You must be miss price's husband.

Can I have a word?

Uh, actually, I'm her husband.

Oh, okay. A... and you are?

Boyfriend.

(P.A. tone chimes, woman speaking indistinctly)

Everything okay?

Unfortunately, the latest C.T. shows a clot in her carotid artery, where we repaired the g*nsh*t wound.

And I think we should remove it.

We've got a window of opportunity here, and if we leave it, I'm concerned that she could suffer a stroke, neurological damage, possibly even paralysis.

So... what are we waiting for?

As with every procedure, there are risks, and you should know what they are.

Risks? What kind of risks?

We'll need to clamp off the damaged artery to get to the clot.

Problem is she has swelling on the other side.

If that swelling increases while we're operating, there's a possibility that she might not get sufficient circulation, which could lead to brain death.

How much of a possibility?

I'd say it's unlikely.

But given her condition, it's hard to quantify.

What are the other options?

We monitor the situation.

Treat her with anticoagulants, and maybe the clot dissipates naturally.

(Telephone rings in distance)

It's a lot to process.

Does she have other family you should talk to?

Yeah. Um...

I'll try calling them again. But, doctor, what do you think we should do?

I think I should operate.

And soon.

(Cell phone case velcro rips, buttons click)

(Refrigerator door opens)

Celery.

(Radio chatter)

Hey.

I'm just making myself useful. Keeping busy.

(Chuckles) Um... I was gonna go get some decent bread, but the guy at the front...

I was gonna go to the health food store, and he wouldn't let me leave. So I don't know.

I figure Oliver's going to be really hungry when he gets back.

Celery, Oliver is missing.

We're doing everything we can to find him.

I promise we are gonna bring him back.

(Sniffles and exhales)

Oh, God.

Okay.

Um, what can I do?

Nothing. Just sit tight.

We're gonna find him.

Okay. Thanks.

I gotta go.

(Telephone rings in distance)

Okay, Collins, Swarek, McNally... you will remain at the station until further notice.

The rest of you, we're looking for Oliver's squad.

1504. Right now it's our only lead.

(Indistinct conversations)

Detective... we've got Kevin Ford's brother in interview one.

Great. Thanks. Nash.

Callaghan, if we're going to make sense of these notes, we need to bring Marlo into this.

(Sighs) That's up to you, Detective.

At this point, what does it matter?

All right. Collins, do you want to get Marlo in here, please?

All right.

(Sighs)

What?

He's out there somewhere.

And we can't even leave the station.

Okay. We don't need to leave, all right?

We need to use our heads.

Andy, we work together, we will find him 'cause that's what we do.

Honestly, I... I haven't seen him in over a week.

Is there another place that he might go... another address? Another workspace?

(Exhales deeply)

He's your little brother.

You know him better than anyone.

Please. Look, I... I... I knew he was spinning out.

I mean, I saw him in the hospital.

He was losing it. He was like a different person.

But... you know, you guys haven't exactly made it easy on him.

All right? You've hauled him in here over and over again, accused him of... (Voice breaking) of... of abducting children... of... of hurting children.

Of course he's upset.

Upset?

Abe, your brother's sh**ting police officers.

I don't know where he is. I swear to God, I don't know.

I don't even want to see him again.

I told him that in the hospital.

You told him what?

I cut him off.

I thought he was going to k*ll me right there.

(Panting)

(Bars clank)

(Handcuffs clank)

(Handcuffs rattling)

(Pants and wheezes)

(Handcuffs click)

(Breathy voice) Kevin... (Exhales)

(Normal voice) Kevin, right?

(Clacks)

(Grunts, strained voice) You want to talk about this?

'Cause me... I'd kind of like to talk about this.

I'm a little confused here.

Confusing getting hit in the head, huh?

Everything goes a little...

(Blows air) you know.

(Exhales sharply, sniffs) It's gonna be good.

Okay. Kevin, what are you doing?

Settin' the scene. Settin' the trap.

I know you. (Clattering)

You were there the day I got att*cked.

Yes. Yeah, I was...

I arrested the guy that assaulted you.

I was in your house. I called E.M.S. for you.

Funny, considering you put him up to it.

What?

Yeah, I know what's going on.

Look, I saw what she did. (Door squeaks)

That bitch has it out for me.

(Lock clicks) And you're part of it. So, don't.

Just don't.

(Chuckles)

Oliver Shaw. You're on my list.

Okay. All right. List.

Kevin, what list are you talking about?

Already got one of them. (Latch clicks)

(Exhales sharply, sniffs)

Uh, what's her name? Price?

(Pills rattling) The chickie with the... the brown hair.

(Clears throat) I only wish I got both of them.

(Chuckles) That would have been sweet.

Uh, but you know... (Pills rattle)

You win some, lose some. (Bottle lid clicks)

(Exhales) I don't want to talk anymore.

That officer that you sh*t... she's still alive.

I said I don't want to...

Chloe Price is still alive.

(Shouting) I don't want to talk anymore!

You got a chance to get out of this.

You got a chance!

Shut up!

You have a chance to...

Get up!

(Punches)

Aah!

(Panting) (Grunts)

Nobody listens to me!

(Grunts)

Gail, we're gonna find him.

That's what people kept saying to me when Christian was missing.

I know they were just trying to make me feel better, but it worked. So, Gail, we're... we're gonna find him. That's all I want.

Okay, we find Oliver.

He makes a very dumb joke.

Chloe gets out of the hospital.

I make fun of her to her face.

We go back to the Penny.

We stiff Dov the bill. (Chuckles)

I mean, that's life as it was.

That's life as it should be.

Oh, my God, we've had it very, very easy.

I don't know.

Last year was pretty rough.

Honestly, that... feels like it happened to somebody else.

I mean, I...

I don't really feel anything for months, but...

I got mean.

Messed things up.

It seems very... stupid right now.

I don't know. Maybe... maybe that's part of the point.

Part of the... plan.

Thank you, Confucius.

I'm just saying, when it's dark enough, you can see the stars.

(Indicator clicking, radio chatter)

Three years ago, Marcus Hartley went missing.

Kevin Ford was the number one suspect.

His alibi... it just didn't add up.

They never found the boy...

Marlo. Marlo, right now we just need to find Ford, okay?

Y... I know. I...

Look, you've been tracking this guy for weeks.

Let's just... let's just talk it through, see if we can figure this out, okay?

Okay, uh, the 11th?

I mean, work. Work.

There was a drop-off at the store, and then she was in for the rest of the night.

Same for the 12th, same for the 13th.

The 14th is Saturday. Why do I know that?

Well, there's nothing until 3:00 P.M. the next day.

Well, let's check it anyway.

It's not gonna have anything.

Why... what? Why?

Because you went away that weekend.

Remember? Chicago.

You went to that place downtown.

You went to the restaurant where you got served by blind people.

(Papers rustle)

Relax. I wasn't spying on you. Oliver told me.

Oh.

14th... let's, uh, let's check it, okay?

Fine.

It's just a parking ticket.

3550 Queen.

Where is that?

Mm. Queen and Shannon, maybe? Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait, there's two more.

3552 Queen. 3598 Queen.

Marlo, uh, Queen and Shannon... what are we talking about?

You filed a couple of parking tickets all around the same address?

I... I don't know.

I would have taken them off his van and just filed them by date.

Okay. Queen and Shannon.

(Computer beeps) There's a, uh, camera store, post office...

(Beeps) a couple of restaurants...

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

There's four more tickets in the system.

All of them unpaid, in the same intersection.

(Computer beeps)

Sam, they're all from this week.

(Door buzzes and beeps) Abe...

Queen and Shannon... mean anything to you?

(Door closes)

We used to live around there when we were kids.

My Dad worked in the area, so...

(Sets down cell phone)

Where did he work?

He worked security at one of the churches on Queen.

A rough area back then, so they needed someone in there at night.

But that was years ago, before, uh, before he started his business.

Is there any reason your brother would go back there?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess there's about a million reasons...

Abe.

Please. (Sets down cell phone)

Why would he go back to the church?

My Dad wasn't, uh, the best father.

You know?

Wasn't a nice man.

What do you mean?

He used to t... he used to take one of us with him... to work two or three times a week.

Uh, and we'd come home in the morning, and then we'd have... breakfast and every time, it was like it didn't... it didn't happen. You know, but... (Chuckles) it does. It... it happens.

It's how you deal with it that... that... that matters you know, and... and... and, uh, and so I, you know, I pulled myself together.

But Kevin... he fell apart. (Stammers)

By the time he was 14, he was drinking every night.

Mm, blacking out every weekend. And... and... and... he's... he was a mess.

(Door buzzes and beeps, telephone rings in distance)

Hey. We got our connection to the church.

It turns out their father was abusive to them both.

The church is where it happened.

Well, let's go. Let's check it out.

You're not going anywhere.

Okay, we do this with E.T.F.

I'll call Bailey.

(Door buzzes) - All units, 10-33.

(Table clatters and scrapes floor)

What are you doing, Kevin?

You know what I'm doing.

I just missed you today.

And you were lucky, 'cause I'm a good sh*t.

Soon, everyone will know.

Know what?

(Table scrapes floor)

What it means to suffer. (Cocks r*fle)

(Sniffs) My Dad used to take me here.

Night after night.

He said it was gonna be fun, but it wasn't.

You and me, Kev.

Kevin?

You and me. We're in this together.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Kevin?

I still come here sometimes. I don't even know why.

It's not like I'm ever going to make sense of this.

(r*fle clanks)

(Exhales) I thought I'd suffered enough.

Then you guys came along.

(Strained voice) Yeah, you're being paranoid.

(r*fle clanks)

(g*nsh*t)

Nobody is trying to get you! Nobody is out to get you.

I never touched that kid! (Rail clanks)

I never touched him!

People who do that are sick. And I... I hate them!

And now everyone thinks I'm the thing.

I'm the one thing that I hate the most.

Even my own brother thinks so. I see it in his face.

I... I believe you. I believe you, Kevin. I do.

If there's anything I can do to make this right...

(Female dispatcher) All cars, 10-33.

Wait for instructions. (Radio static)

10-33, what does that mean?

10-33?

Emergency.

It means emergency stand by.

Aha. 10-33.

I like it.

They'll all funnel through the... that door, I'll be up there waiting.

Yeah.

No, Kevin, that's not gonna work.

Okay? E.T.F is gonna be all over this thing.

There are a lot of g*ns coming.

I told you I'm a good sh*t. (Belt clacks)

No, I'm serious. I'm serious. You made your list.

I promise you not one of them is coming out today.

(Cell phone beeps)

(Line rings) Those officers are at the station, and they are not going anywhere.

Man: 9-1-1. What's your emergen...

(beeps and clatters)

Don't worry. They're comin' for ya.

Won't be long.

Kevin?

Kevin!

(Siren wailing)

We already have eyes on the building.

Two floors, silent entry.

as*ault teams will be stationed on the southeast and northwest corners.

Hey.

We just picked up a signal from Oliver's cell phone.

Same location. St. Augustus on Queen.

Okay, Bailey, Callaghan, you'll be running this from the command bus. I want all cleared officers on this.

We don't know what we're walking into here, so let's keep our eyes open. That clear?

(Officers) Yes, sir.

Everyone comes home today.

Every single one of you. Nash, you're with Callaghan.

McNally, Collins, Swarek, you're staying put.

No discussion.

(Indistinct conversations)

I know.

I don't think you should go.

Steve, it's gonna be fine.

You know, you stay at the back, all right?

You go in last.

You act like a coward.

Okay, you know what?

Cowardice is highly underrated, Traci.

The thing is, you would know that since you happen to be the toughest broad I know, and that's saying a lot, considering I grew up with Gail, you know.

How about I make you that dinner tonight?

I'd like that, but, uh, red wine for the little guy, right?

Yeah, something like that. Yeah?

(Whispers) Careful.

(Whispers) See you soon.

Have you called Holly?

Excuse me?

Look, I called my mom, Christian.

Hell, I even talked to Denise.

I'm lucky that everyone else I care about is right here at this division.

Gail, I'm just saying... call her.

Kevin?

Hey, Kevin, listen to me, man.

It's not too late. You got... you got time still. You got my radio. Just... hit the button on the side and tell 'em that it's over.

(Radio chatter) sn*per on the south side. Can't see anything.

Nothing from the main entrance-way.

No movement inside.

(Radio static) I want eyes inside the building.

Man: Copy that. Heading to the South end.

I mean, what do you think's gonna actually happen here?

It's just you and me, man.

There is no E.T.F. I lied about that.

Sorry to burst your bubble.

I am not that important a guy.

(Radio chatter)

Man: Okay.

Kevin, they're here! E.T.F. is here! I lied, man!

You got about two minutes!

(Radio chatter)

He's alive.

Kevin, it's not too late.

I swear to God, I'll make this right for you.

If you didn't do it...

(Video audio muted)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Oliver) You're gonna have to put your g*n down, man.

This is your only chance. Come out, come out.

It isn't worth it, my friend, I swear.

You can work this out. You can figure it out...

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Radio static) (Man) Southwest door barricaded shut.

Looks like some kind of pressure switch, pipe b*mb.

(Radio static)

Man: Same thing on our side. No entry at the southeast door.

Only clear entryway is north door.

Then we go through the front.

Alpha, bravo, move to north side for immediate entry.

(Radio static) Roger that.

Taking the west staircase.

Roger that. Taking the east.

No, no! Go back! Go back! There's a g*n!

g*n! g*n in the balcony!

West balcony clear!

Center's clear.

East balcony clear!

Got a r*fle on the east balcony.

We're clear! Going in three.

(Clacking) (Grunts)

Hey, hey!

(Groaning)

Frankie?

Good to see you, brother.

Yeah, you should listen.

Get him outta here.

Guy was right up there.

I thought he was gonna start sh**ting.

He was up on the balcony.

All right. All right.

(Radio chatter)

(Man speaks indistinctly)

I couldn't get ahold of her parents, but I called my Dad. He's a doctor, so, you know, I figured we'd get a second opinion.

I... I explained everything to him, and he thinks that surgery is definitely her best option.

(Scoffs)

I can't let them cut her open again, man. Not now.

I know, but if we don't do this operation, she could be paralyzed or worse.

That could happen if they do operate.

But the doctor said it's far less likely.

She also said Chloe could heal on her own.

So what, you wanna just do nothing?

You wanna just gamble that she's gonna be okay?

Look, I don't need your permission here.

I'm her husband.

I have the authority to make this call.

So that's it?

This is what she'd want.

And if you knew her as well as you think you do, you'd know that.

I'm getting the doctor.

She needs to have this operation.

Dov.

It's not gonna happen.

Oliver's okay.

They found him. He was at the church.

Where's Ford? Did they bring him in?

They didn't find Ford.

What?

He wasn't at the church.

I don't know. We got officers at his house, at the warehouse, at his brother's cabin.

He's not gonna go there.

He used it as his alibi last time, and it didn't add up then.

What do you mean?

His brother said that they spent the weekend together.

But there's no evidence of it.

Okay? I have a witness statement...

That says, "no, I did not see Kevin's van.

In fact, I didn't see any vehicles at all.

Maybe neither one of them was there.

Well, Abe said that they were, so why would he lie about that?

I don't know.

(Radio chatter)

Make an alibi for his brother?

(Door buzzes in distance)

What if I was wrong?

What do you mean?

This whole time, what if I was looking at the wrong brother?

(g*n clicks)

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Going home.

The guy's still out there.

(Chuckles) Yeah. I know.

You should stay here.

Frank's right.

Best place for you.

Oh. But not you, right?

You're good.

You're bulletproof.

No.

Sam, you can't just leave.

Yeah, I can, actually.

It's the only thing I can do.

The only good thing.

Hey. Hey!

What do you mean, the only good thing you can do?

How's it a good thing to leave?

Everybody's fine. Oliver's okay.

Right. So stay.

I can't.

I can't. (Sighs)

(Man speaks indistinctly)

I can't be here anymore... with you.

I... I don't understand.

I screwed it up. It's my fault.

I screwed it up over and over and over again.

Andy, I want you to be happy, more than anything in the world, more than anything I could ever want for myself.

And you are... with him.

And that means, uh...

I gotta go.

Sam.

Hey.

Sam. (Horn honks in distance)

Sam.

1504... this is Oliver's squad.

Why is it here?

(Clicks)

(Beeps)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Frank) Yeah? What's going on?

McNally and I are in the parking lot.

We got Oliver's cruiser.

Swarek...

I told you to stay in the station.

Yeah, I know.

Listen, everyone on the list is here, and now Oliver's car is parked outside.

Wait, wait. That can't be.

We have not recovered his squad.

I think he's here. This whole thing is a diversion.

I think Kevin Ford is in the station.

Swarek. Swarek!

(Door buzzes and beeps)

What's going on?

(Lowered voice) We have reason to believe Kevin Ford is in the building, armed.

You need to secure this area.

I've got four bodies in cells.

He's not after them. He's after us.

Lock the doors and don't let anyone in you don't recognize.

Ford might be wearing a police uniform.

I'll start clearing from here, then I'm getting my g*n. You stay put.

I'm gonna clear the squad room, and I'll meet you in the middle.

(Radio chatter)

(Turns knob)

(Radio chatter continues)

(Telephone rings)

(Indistinct conversations, radio chatter)

Celery.

What are you doing here?

I'm on my way to the hospital.

Is Oliver okay?

Oliver's fine.

I think Kevin Ford is in the building, dressed as a police officer.

Come with me. Lock it down. Stay off the radio.

Right. I got it.

What is your name?

Wendy. Okay, Wendy, come with me.

In here, please.

Wh... what's happening?

Stay here. No matter what happens, do not open the door unless you recognize the voice on the other side. I'll be right back.

(Radio chatter)

(Unholsters g*n)

Say Kevin has a weekend blackout.

He doesn't have a solid alibi when the police come asking about the Hartley boy, so Abe offers to help.

Builds himself an alibi in the process.

And he pins it all on his little brother.

Abe's still in the station, right?

I think so.

(Vibrating)

Collins.

Ford! No!

(Officers shouting at once)

Sam!

(Door buzzes and beeps)

(Shouting continues, radio chatter)

You gotta keep your head down.

Stay down, stay down. No, no, no.

Sam, you gotta stay down, okay?

(Indistinct shouting continues)

We got him.

We did.

Told you we would.

I mean, I didn't mean I told you so, but...

(Panting) I know what you meant.

I gotta get up.

Sam, no, you gotta stay down, please.

I gotta get up.

Sam, please, you gotta relax, okay?

Just stay down. It's gonna be fine.

(Indistinct shouting)

Move. Officer, you gotta move back.

No, I'm going.

(Gurney wheels clack)

(Siren wailing)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Siren continues wailing)

(Ventilator whooshing)

C.T.A.S. 1. We have a 35-year-old male.

P.O., G.S.W. to the chest.

G.C.S.'s a 9.

Sam?

Five minutes out.

I'm right here.

(Strained voice) Okay.

I'm just gonna... talk or something until we get there, 'cause I don't really know what else to do.

Okay. So...

Okay, but not you. Okay? Save every breath.

Good plan.

It is, actually.

It's an excellent plan.

You're gonna lie there, and you're gonna listen to me.

I'm gonna tell you a story.

It was just, you know, a normal night, and we were lying in bed. And... my stomach was hurting from laughing 'cause you were teasing me about something.

I don't remember what.

I must have fallen asleep or something, because... all of a sudden I was having this... this really terrible dream.

And I couldn't stop crying.

You know, I was crying and... you weren't even really awake.

I remember you... you grabbed me.

I remember... you were just holding me so tight, all of a sudden, you said, "I'm right here.

I'm gonna hold on to you, and I'm never gonna let you go."

Right then...

I knew that I would never feel more loved...

(Voice breaks) or more known.

Look, I know it's small.

I know it's a really small moment.

It's... it's not even a good story.

That was a pretty good story.

I love you.

I love you.

You're my story.

Sam... you.

(Swallows)

Officer, you're gonna have to move back.

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Monitor beeping steadily)

So?

He won't consent to the procedure.

Okay, but maybe if we talk to him together...

No, you can't go in there.

What?

He's made his wishes clear, and now he's asked to be alone with his wife.

I'm sorry.

(Matt Walters' "I would die for you" playing)

(Door buzzes and beeps)

Any news?

Yeah. They're moving him into surgery.

♪ he buried her heart still ♪

Look, Marlo... everything that's happened here with you... we need to deal with it.

Yeah.

I got it.

You're gonna have to pack your things.

Go home.

Mm-hmm.

Take your time.

♪ in the rained-on riverbed ♪

(door buzzes and beeps)

Is he alive?

No.

No, he's not.

Look, Abe, I'm gonna... have to ask you about Marcus Hartley.

Come on, Detective. It's over.

Just help me clear up a few things.

The weekend that Marcus disappeared, where were you?

♪ he could feel her float ♪
♪ she said, "I... ♪
♪ "I would die for you ♪
♪ "and I ♪
♪ I would die for you" ♪

Hey, I came as soon as I heard.

Hey.

I'm really glad that you're here.

Steve, this is Holly. Chris, this is Holly.

Hey, how's it going?

Hey.

(Whispers) Wake up, wake up.

You gotta wake up.

Come on, baby. You gotta stop waking me up.

You gotta wake up every hour.

(Groans)

It's been five minutes.

No, it hasn't, Dumbo.

(Chuckles) (Whispers) Eyes open.

Hey, what, uh, okay. Is it, uh...

(Whispers) what? Is everything all right?

Okay, did we get him?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we got him.

Yeah?

You got him, yeah.

Okay, good. Good. Yeah. So everything... everything's fine.

Yeah, everything's fine.

Okay.

Good.

Mm.

♪ I would die for you ♪
♪ yeah, I ♪
♪ I would die for you ♪
♪ and it all came true ♪
♪ yeah, it all came true ♪

(sobbing)

♪

(continues sobbing)

♪
♪ he lay her down ♪
♪ in the gentle earth ♪

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

♪ kissed her eyes closed ♪

Thank you.

Hey, doc, doc, can we go in? Can we see him?

Not yet. I'm sorry.

Doc.

Please?

Fine. One of you.

One person.

Right here.

♪ I ♪

It's okay.

(Whispers) Go.

Go. It's fine.

♪ would die for you ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ would die for you ♪

(velcro rips)

♪ I ♪

(velcro rips)

♪ I would die for you ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ I would die for you ♪
♪ I ♪

(woman speaks indistinctly)

Man: Yeah, patient's tachy. Still unresponsive.

(Speaking indistinctly)

♪ die for you ♪

Crossmatch 4 units of P.R.B.C.S, 10 units of platelets.

8 units of F.F.P.