04x04 - Spare Parts

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[Mid-tempo techno playing]

[Engine revving]

- [Panting]
- [Grunting]

[Engine revving]

♪ You lied ♪

♪ you faked ♪

♪ you cheated ♪

♪ you changed the stakes ♪

♪ not get caught
like pie in the sky ♪

♪ open up ♪

♪ make room for me ♪

♪ now open up ♪

♪ make room for me ♪

Missing.

Missing. Missing.

Missing. Missing.

All of these kids missing.

This is not the bureau
for missing friends

all right, Williams?

No, it's not all right.

Looks like the
yearbook from spofford.

What's relevant here, folks

is all of these kids are
missing without a trace

in the last six months

without so much as a word

to their friends or
any of their family.

Are we boring you, stone?

No. This just seems
like routine stuff to me.

What do street cops say?

Look, the parents
don't even care.

Why should the department?

This isn't a g*ng thing.

Look, a homeless
woman told a local minister

that she saw this kid get shot

and thrown into
some kind of truck.

Probably an alien abduction.

What?

Oh, nothing, stone.

No, I understand.

Bunch of kids
of color missing...

Oh, kids of color, yeah.

[Arguing]

Guys, that's enough.

The bonding is real
cute but back to this.

Look, this just seems like
a case for missing persons

in my opinion.

Oh, so, what's your opinion

about this, huh?

It's a tranquilizer dart.

C.s.u. Found it in the area
where the boy was shot.

They're treating it

like an isolated incident.

Didn't you say we can
bring in our own cases?

This is one we want to focus on.

Nobody's doing
anything, so we should.

It doesn't sound like an
undercover case to me.

Yeah well, it does to
me. It's tough enough

for these kids on the street.

Now they're going to be
hunted down like some

damn animals?

All right, guys, let's see if
we can connect the dots.

How should we proceed?

Like we always do, Williams.

Lie, cheat, whatever it takes.

[Upbeat theme music]

Eighty-five, 86...

Eighty-seven...

And then they put that poor boy

into the ambulance.

Oh, damn. I forgot my count.

Wait, wait, wait.

Didn't you tell reverend Reed

it was a black truck?

Oh, yeah, one of them car-trucks

you know, that rich
people drive these days.

Why they want to
get all dressed up

and then step into a truck

is beyond me.

Wait. A black ambulance?

What about a license plate?

See that?

Uh, couple of threes
is all I remember.

I like threes.

Is that it?

You know, you said
you was going to give me

a week's worth of cans, right?

That's seven days, not five.

Us folks don't get weekends off.

And a coffee. Can we focus here?

Cappuccino. And not decaf.

[Chuckles]

So you saw them put the boy

into a black truck with
medical equipment?

Yeah, a bed and,
you know, machines.

What kind of machine?

You know, like in a hospital
when you're a vegetable.

So, life-support system?

Yeah. You want
to call that living?

Not in my opinion.

Of course, I, uh...

But, you know.

Okay. You can finish counting.

You were at 86.

Eighty-seven.

Eighty-seven?

Eighty-seven... 88.

Hunting down people
with tranquilizer darts

and an ambulance?

I hope this isn't some
kind of cult thing.

I don't know. It
sounds weird to me.

But you know what?

At least they got the kid alive.

We need to find that truck.

You should have
called me earlier.

How bad is it? Is he home yet?

Okay.

All right.

Okay, I'll be there.

All right, thanks.

Nell.

Hmm?

I, uh... I need you
to cover for me.

- Why?
- I got to go somewhere.

You can't just go somewhere.

I know, but listen, I don't
have a choice, okay?

So I'll be back
in a couple hours.

What are you doing?
Don't let me down.

Where's he going?

He's going to the dentist.

He lost a filling.

To the dentist?

You know, I can never
tell when you're lying?

You're one of the few people.

I guess that's why you chose me

to be part of this
undercover unit...

Lieutenant.

How'd you get our name?

From another customizer.

Uh, Garrett's.

They just do stock.

We customize these
beauties for everything.

Put a bed in here

you got your mini-r.V.

I did one for a rock
band with guitar racks

went bulletproof for
a diplomat at the u.N.

What about, um...

Life-support systems

like in an ambulance
or something?

Sure. Oxygen.

Even a ventilator.

They're portable.

Grounded outlet on the floor.

Folks rent the
machines all the time.

They rent them for what?

A spinal case that can't
breathe on their own

or your comatose.

May I ask what this is about?

Nope.

But we will take a list

of all the ones that
have been customized

for the past two
years. Thank you.

Hi. I've been calling hospitals,
looking for my brother.

He's been missing
for a few days.

Gary. Gary reneau.

Age 15.

He's black.

And if you could look for
some John does as well

that would be great.

I'll... I'll hold. Thank you.

Any luck?

Well, if I had any luck

I wouldn't be stuck doing this.

Yeah, well, legwork

is a part of the
job, miss Delaney.

Even undercover.

It's the part I hate.

What about that
counterfeit case?

I could do that.

No, 'cause you're working

on this right now, little missy.

Send this over to
Quantico, okay?

Have the lab guys
break down its elements.

With any luck we can trace
it to the point of purchase

and maybe find a buyer.

Are we ever going
to get support people?

Uh-uh. Can't afford it.

Most of our budget goes towards

stone's gizmos.

Speaking of which,
when's he due back?

I have no idea.

- What time's his appointment?
- Ma'am are you still there?

Hi. They're on the phone.

Thank you for checking.

Hi.

Hi, Gina.

I, uh... I just heard.

Well, you know sal damico.

You know he doesn't
listen to the doctors

and he still smokes
those nasty cigars.

Well, I must look a mess.

No, you, uh...

You look great.

Uh... Frankie got a nurse

but, you know, I figured
family should be with him.

Well, you were
always his favorite.

Alec stone.

What the hell are you doing here

talking to my wife?

I came to pay my respects.

Oh, respects.

You don't know the
meaning of the word.

Why don't you just wait

and spit on his grave?

Frank, please.

No. Shut up, Gina.

It's between him and me.

No. It's between me and him.

This is his house.

And no cop ever
set foot inside of it

or ever will.

Now, go on, Gina.

He wants his snack.

Go on.

So, since when

did you take over, Frankie?

Look, you made a
decision, smart-a*s,

and now you got to live with it.

We're down to the last two.

This is number 15, right?

Yeah, but it says
this is a hearse.

Really.

This case just keeps
getting weirder and weirder.

Well, look at that...

Two threes just
like the old lady said.

You do good work, my man.

You need to come hook me up.

Easy money. Twice a week, baby.

Mm-hmm. I mean, how
dirty can this thing get, right?

Going back and forth

between the cemetery.

Wow. So, what can you fit?

About two caskets up in
one of these bad boys?

And a New Orleans marching band.

What's this for?

I don't know.

I clean 'em and unload 'em.

You unload any recently?

Yeah. I just helped
them lug in a pickup

from the hospital.



Casket weighed a freakin' ton.

Going to take extra heat

to cremate that old broad.

What is that, blood?

Hey.

Wait a minute.

We'll have a lectern

and it'll be right
about over here, okay?

That's for the eulogy.

How many people
are you expecting?

Oh, I hope you know
what you're doing.

Yeah, me, too.

Excuse me. Hold
it. Where you going?

- You've seen this before?
- Yeah, I've seen that before

and you got to be kidding me.

You are in the wrong
neighborhood, pal.

You open this casket,

and we'll see whose in
the wrong neighborhood.

Oh, no. Like hell,
I will. Like hell.

You don't want to do it?

I'm not!

I will.

No, you won't.

Let him do it.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Anything else that you'd like

to know, officer?

Yeah. I'd like to know
why you have bloodstains

on the carpet of your hearse

and you have a
life-support system.

And I'm telling you

I'm going to have
your badge for this.

You want to say that again?

I didn't think so.

Hey, where am I?

What are you doing, man?

Talk!

I'm not answering anything

until I get a lawyer.

No, no. See...

This guy has seen
too many old movies.

Well, I don't.

No, yes, you do, or you'll
be charged with m*rder.

I didn't m*rder no one.

- No?
- No.

But what about the
kid in the casket, hmm?

You think he had a choice?

What kind of cop are you anyway?

[Chuckles]

I am a cop

that has a license
to punch your ticket.

That sounds real official.

Oh, yeah. I'm, i'm,
I'm really official.

See, take a look around you.

Look! You ever see
a precinct like this?

Hey! Ow! Hey, man!

Take it easy, okay?

What do you want?

This is wrong, j.C.

What is he doing?

You follow my rules

you leave out of
here in one piece.

And if I don't?

If you don't

you'll need to
make a triple casket.

[Panting]

Just take it easy, okay?

Okay. No problem, no problem.

Look, I'm going to tell
you what I want, right?

I want the name of the hospital

you got the bodies
from and the contact.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, let me see if I can
help to jar your memory, huh?

Ow!

- Remember now?
- Yeah.

- My arm.
- Is it coming back now, birelli?

Yeah. Ow! Braddock...
The name is braddock.

He's some kind of
e.M.S. Technician

at gramercy clinic.

Where?

At gramercy clinic!

Oh! Gramercy.

And tell me something.

What did you do?

I provided...

[Panting]

The wheels and the driver

and he provided the-the bodies.

Sounds like you're a
pretty good provider, huh?

Well, good, because
what you're going to do

is you're going to
provide me, hmm?

Capisce?

Hmm?

You've been very cooperative

and I really
appreciate your help.

There we go.

All right, good job.

When all your he-man
tactics don't work

what do you do,
pull out a plunger?

Hey, you never leaned
on anybody before?

Well, no, we never
threatened anybody's life.

Okay, well, look at him.

Not a scratch.

Lieutenant, there are rules.

And I bet you know
every one of them,

- don't you, moreno.
- Yeah, as a matter of fact.

I got the m.E.'S report;
Cause of death is heparin.

What is heparin?

Drug of choice for preserving
organs for transplant.

The m.E. Said the boy's
body was stripped of his liver

heart, kidneys and bone marrow.

Sick b*stards.

If that's what they're
doing to missing kids...

Then they could be
harvesting organs on the street.

A black market organ ring?

That's right.

It does sound kind of crazy

but I was just reading
about some woman.

She was trying to get $60,000

for a liver...

No, it was a kidney

but why would a
doctor risk his career

selling hot organs?

Because he owns a
private clinic... like gramercy.

All right, guys, we're
targeting a chief of surgery.

Got to be involved.

I want him. I'm in on this one.

Okay. Moreno, you
continue on the street

and you, missy... a volunteer.

No. A patient.

If I get caught snooping,
I'll say I got lost.

Yeah, you look real sick to me.

I'll check myself into rehab.

They're going to
check your blood.

- It'll come up clean.
- Well, I'll go in plastered.

My blood alcohol will
go through the roof.

[Clears throat] The
things I do for the job.

That ain't for the job.

- No, you're right.
- Sorry I'm late.

You know what?

Next time you go to the dentist

you check with me first.

Look, he's birelli's
new driver, all right?

Fill him in.

Moreno, in my office.

Will you marry me?

I already own you.

[Tchaikovsky's "violin
concerto" playing]

Absolutely no complications.

I expect your daughter to
make a complete recovery.

You saved her life, Dr. Royce.

It's my job, Mr. Leonard.

Uh, excuse me.

[Sighs]

These are for room 25.

[Concerto continues]

[Indistinct conversation]

[Heart beating]

[Heart beating]

[Beating irregularly]

[People murmuring]

Twenty-five years to
life is not in my plans.

I'm not using another driver.

Relax, okay?

Alec here's going to
be made within a year.

Trust me. He's my
nephew. I vouch for him.

This is not the kind of job
that everyone can handle.

The intellectual stimulation?

I definitely don't
need no wiseass.

Listen. Listen.

Being cautious about personnel

I agree, okay.
It's a good thing.

Want my recommendation,
give the kid a shot.

See if he can cut it.

I'm with you.

Screw up and your uncle al here

is going to be arranging
another funeral.

What do we have here?

The guy collapsed
playing the violin.

[Beeper beeping]

You haven't touched your food.

On a diet, miss Delaney?

My insurance will
cover this, right?

Both in-patient and out-patient.

I'm scared, doctor.

I mean, I passed
out on the street.

I have a tingling in
my right arm and leg.

Yeah, well you also had

a blood alcohol level of .26.

You were on the verge
of alcohol poisoning

but we'll order
a battery of tests

and see what we find.

Great. Maybe while you're at
it, you could turn up decent food.

This sucks.

Excuse me, doctor.

That emergency heart patient

just arrived. 302.

I'll be right there

and I'll arrange for your tests.

[Clicks pen]

You cool?

Yeah. Royce is
churning the account.

I'm getting every test
known to medical science

under the lieutenant's tab.

Yeah, where's he going?

Not to his office.

See... the sand?

[Hesitant wheeze]
They put that there...

For the kids.

Isn't it nice?

Yeah.

You're not supposed
to smoke, sal.

Eh, my lungs are dead already

but a lot of guys I came up with

they didn't have a
chance to die in bed, huh?

[Chuckling]

[Hacking cough]

You all right?

Huh? Yeah, yeah.

Huh?

All right.

I would have turned
it all over to you, Alec.

What, like Robert duvall

in the godfather.

Oh, stop that.

You got Frankie now.

Frankie.

Frankie's got
mozzarella for brains.

Not like you.

That computer stuff...
You could have helped

bring us into the 21st century.

Yeah, but I wanted
a different life.

"A different life."

What, join the Navy?

That's bad enough but the cops?

You should have married Gina.

She'd have kept you in Brooklyn.

Yeah, well, Gina was
Frankie's girlfriend.

You lost her...

And I lost you...

And my health.

Come on. Don't lay
that on me, all right?

[Chuckles] It's true,
you son-of-a-b*tch.

You broke my heart.

Sal. Come on, sal.

I'll come visit, all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'd like that.

Frankie don't want you around.

I can see his point of view.

You make the boys nervous.

Yeah.

[Upbeat guitar music]

[Computer beeping]

[Beeping]

[Telephone ringing]

Yeah.

I'm having an access problem.

Okay, um...

I got something; How
about I get back with you?

All right.

[Punching buttons]

[Clears throat]

Yeah. Garage, please.

Uh... so, Frankie
treating you okay?

He doesn't hit me or anything

if that's what you mean.

[Sighs]

I mean, lately

it's just business
with him, you know?

I barely even talk to him.

[Cell phone rings]

Yeah.

Yeah. I tried to reach
you at the hospital.

Well, I'm not there.

Where the hell are you?

I'm with braddock.

We're... he's doing
something with the truck.

I can talk for a second.

I reached j.C.

We need you to penetrate

the computer system.

It's going to have to wait.

Braddock and I are going hunting

at 5:00, Hamilton
heights and parkway.

Um... another transplant?

Yeah, we're looking for a heart.

Look, we are going to
have to buy some time.

I don't know.

You tell me how.

He's the suspicious type.

I start pulling punches,
my kidneys are for sale.

Look, stone, we cannot
afford another Vic, all right?

Did I get you in trouble?

Nah, i'm, uh...

I'm not supposed to be here.

Well, neither am I.

Stone couldn't narrow it
down any better than this?

No. He just said
braddock told him

Hamilton heights
by the parkway, 5:00.

Yeah, but it's
already ten after.

I hope we didn't miss him.

How will we miss a big black
suburban in this neighborhood?

Are you sure this
is going to work?

We don't have too many choices.

Are we going to let
another victim get k*lled?

No, lieutenant,
you could be k*lled.

Whatever it takes, moreno.

Hey! What are you guys doing?

Where you going?

What are you doing
with that thing?

- Hey you, stop!
- Where'd he come from?

How the hell should I know?!

Come back here!

Run! Floor it!

Hey, hey!

[Thud]

[Grunting]

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

I think so.

Remember, this was your idea.

What's going on?

You guys cops?!

Yeah.

Hey, uh, what's your name?

Georgie.

Georgie, have you ever
seen that sh**ter before?

He showed up about a month ago.

I let him take my picture

for 20 bucks.

Did he ask you about
your health by any chance?

Yeah, he did.

You ever been in the
hospital before, Georgie?

Bellevue.

Once. A crack addict

on 14th street cut
me for nothing, man.

This is what I want
you to do, take this.

My suggestion is that you move

to a healthier neighborhood.

Thanks. Thanks
for everything, man.

Be careful.

You know, they must have hacked

into hospital files

and compiled
their own organ list.

Yeah, but this
man is no volunteer.

We've got to get into
gramercy's transplant records.

If we can get past
Royce's data security.

We in there first
thing tomorrow.

[Mozart's "third violin
concerto" playing]

Do you like Mozart?

Oh, a great deal, yes.

It's his own recording.

He's a brilliant violinist.

By the way, your tests
are looking very good.

We should be able to move
you into the 14-day hospital plan.

Oh, good.

You know, I still have
a pain in my left leg.

I'm getting dizzy.

It's your body detoxifying
itself, miss delany.

If you'll excuse me

I have a seriously ill
patient to look in on.

Mmm. You're in early.

Yeah, I'm meeting Alec

to mess with the computers.

Any word on the
transplant patient?

He needs a new heart.

Apparently, a
brilliant violinist.

No doubt Dr. Royce
is a music lover.

Mozart.

So you mean to tell me

that you can read
everything on that computer

all the way over
there with that thing.

No, I'm here to check
Dr. Royce's fastball.

Oh, you got jokes, huh?

Uh, actually, uh, this picks
up the electromagnetic flux

at the edge of the screen
from the letters, all right?

Even works through walls.

Yo, yo, yo, yo.

So, what do you call this thing?

Uh...

It doesn't exist.

[Machine humming]

Watch this.

Give us the password?

Come on, boy. Come on.

[Beeping]

Yo!

See? Whatever he sees

we see.

You know, this is cool, man.

Where'd you get this?

Your tax dollars at work.

So I get to keep it then.

They definitely
compiled their own list

of potential donors.

J.c. Got all that plus a list

of the transplants done
over the past six months,

seven by our guy.

Yeah, but some
of 'em legit, right?

Yeah, but the organ
transplant network

has no record of three of these

including Royce's latest
patient, Amy Leonard.

Seventeen years old. Kidney.

Formerly belonging
to the kid in the casket.

We have an address on this girl?

I put together a list

of Royce's transplant
patients and donors.

Good.

I was told Royce
was the doctor to see.

See for what, man,
an ill*gal kidney?

Gramercy's an
extremely reputable clinic.

I assumed Royce
had sources abroad.

And what if I told you
that a young boy in this city

was m*rder*d for that kidney?

I don't know if you're a
family man, lieutenant.

I am.

My wife died last year

and I wasn't about to lose

my 17-year-old
daughter this year.

Okay, I-I-I see now.

Money buys a whole lot more

than pretty boats, huh?

How much is a life worth?

To Royce, a million dollars.

I would have paid ten.

Are we done?

For now.

Unless, of course,
Royce finds out we talked.

Thank you, and if
we need anything else

we'll be in touch.

Okay? Thanks.

All right, what did you find?

The reason they were
looking for Georgie.

Gramercy's newest patient
needs a heart transplant.

"James Lee, 25,
concert violinist."

What are you looking for?

Who they'll be looking for next.

James Lee's blood
type was a-negative

and so is Georgie's...

And so is Robert t. Crossley's.

Alphabet city.

We got to get to him
before Royce does.

Excuse me!

Yo! Robert crossley?

Robert, look

I want to help you.

Your life is in danger.

Don't... don't run!

[Grunting]

Oh! Don't sh**t.

I'm not... Look, I
just want to help

you, okay?

Come on.

There they are! Move it!

Come on!

Just get over the wall!

You crazy?

Look, you're under arrest

and you're going
to thank me for it.

Get down.

So, basically, we're
just swiping people

for their parts, right?

Yeah. In a manner of speaking.

Braddock?

Oh. Brace yourself.

I told you he wouldn't be happy.

Braddock.

Who is he?

Oh, that's my new driver, Alec.

He's good.

Apparently not good enough

to help you deliver the goods.

I have a transplant
patient upstairs dying

and you are... Eating a bagel?

Wha...? Hey, all
right, take it easy.

You got my message?

Yeah. And you've
already struck out twice.

That is not what I
am paying you for.

I only had two

a-negatives on my list.

I couldn't find them.

I'll put in a call to my
friend at city hospital.

I don't have time.

I'll search our own records.

For a terminal patient?

Or one that will be.

[Beeping]

We finished here?

Yeah. We're finished here.

Hi.

I don't know what happened.

He was sitting there.

He was watching
TV in his chair, and...

And then I heard him fall.

And I called the ambulance

and then as soon
as they got there

he was, he was gone.

Hey, hey, he
didn't suffer, right?

Huh?

No.

Come on.

How's Frankie taking it?

How's Frankie taking it?

Frankie's taking
it like a promotion.

He's so cold. I mean...

I can't talk to him.

Sal was

the only one in
the family who...

Gave me any respect.

Are you going to
come to the funeral?

Of course, I am.

You're not afraid of Frankie?

Come on.

The only person

that I was ever
afraid of was you.

I've missed you so much.

[Eerie music]

[Groans]

Damn.

[Pager vibrating]

They're not here, man.

I don't know where they went.

Alec's not answering his pager.

Look, somebody there has
got to know where she is.

Isn't there a nurse's
station there?

Is her chart there?

J.c., is her chart there?

Uh... yeah.

What's her blood type?

I don't know.

Uh... why?

Because Royce needed a donor.

Check it.

It's, uh... a-negative.

It's a-negative.

We got to get her out of there.

You find her,
damn it, all right?

What...?

Why am I here?

Oh...

You collapsed in your room.

Appendicitis.

No.

It's the food.

Somebody poisoned me.

Somebody poisoned me. I...

They all work for me.

No, no, don't touch me.

You can't touch me.

I have to get out of here.

Relax, miss delany.

Relax.

I'm your doctor.

And that...

Makes me god.

No! No! I have to get up!

[Muffled screaming]

Breathe.

Very good.

Very good.

[Classical violin music plays]

Take him directly to pre-op.

Answer the phone, Alec.

Damn it.

[Passionate breathing]

We shouldn't do this.

Do you want to stop?

[Pager vibrating]

Oh, no...

What?

Oh, no... Oh, no...

What's wrong?

A nurse just informed me

that Nell is undergoing an
emergency appendectomy.

Appendix, my a*s!
He wants her heart!

There must be an operating
room somewhere I haven't seen.

Have you heard from Alec?

He's not answering his page.

J.c., we'll be there
as soon as we can.

-Damn it.

[Phone rings]

Yeah, it's me. I got
separated from my pager.

Later, stone.

Nell is dead unless
you get your butt

down to the clinic.

Oh, god.

[Siren wailing]

- Can I help you?
- Sorry about that.

All right, people, lets do it.

We're taking the
appendix, then the heart.

Scalpel.

All right, enough!

Do not move.

I'll try not to, officer.

These scalpels are very sharp.

Think this is a joke?

Freeze!

Don't think that I won't do it.

Want to test your
scalpel against my p*stol?

Drop it to the floor!

[Kicks g*n across floor]

That's an innocent
woman, doctor.

This is a useful woman.

She's a cop.

It doesn't matter.

She's a-negative.

So, uh, you get
to decide who lives

and who dies.

That's what doctors do, officer.

All the time.

Not some bureaucrat at
the organ transplant network

who believes that her life...

Is worth the same as a genius.

- What is that?
- Grab the generator!

Let go! Let go!

What the hell took you so long?

Don't move! Police!

Where you been, stone!

I got held up. I'm sorry.

[Groaning] It's Royce.

It was Dr. Royce.

We know. We got him.

Let's clear this place out.

I'll see you guys downstairs.

Get him. Hey,
over here. Come on.

Get over here.

Hey, be careful with my hands.

In some countries,
they'd cut them off.

You know, I, um...

A world-class violinist
is going to die now

because of you.

Yeah, and a kid
named Gary reneau died

because of you.

Let's go.

Get him out of here
before I slice him open.

So guess you still don't
like his methods, huh?

Well, they work.

But it doesn't make them right.

Is that a yes or a no?

[Church bells toll]

So, how'd you know?

Let me tell you something
about me, detective.

I hate funerals...

Especially cop funerals.

I screwed up, and I'm sorry.

Are you?

Or are you just some
cowboy from Brooklyn

getting his buzz on?

Don't give me
that crap, alright!

You know how
much I wanted this job

and I'm good at what I do.

You're good. Yeah.

There was a time when
I would agree with you

but is that what you call

getting Nell's heart
almost cut out? Good?

No, it's unacceptable.

Look, my part was over.
Braddock, he let me go.

- Well, I didn't!
- You don't own me!

Yes, I do.

See, as long as you work for me

your a*s is mine.

Twenty-four-seven.

This was personal.

No, no...

With this job,

the word doesn't even exist.

I cannot...

Allow you to
jeopardize this unit

or the lives in it.

Not even for your father.

You want another kind of life...

I'll understand.

Just let me know.

Today.

[Somber music]

[Rhythmic drumming]

[Wolf howling]