06x03 - 33 b*ll*ts

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SATURDAY

FRIDAY MORNING, HOURS EARLIER

So, then the guy has to decide,
either kiss the elephant or eat the worm.

- He has to kiss the elephant?
- Right "smack" on the mouth.

God, that is so wrong.

You know, this reality TV
just makes me want to "gag."

Are you kidding,
it's compelling drama, Jordan.

Real people in real situations. It's like...

Reality. Which is the last thing
I need after a hard day's work.

Just give me some fake people
with fake books and fake jobs any day.

But, you know,
he really kissed the elephant?

- She seemed to like it, actually.
- Hey, Lu, hi, what do we got?

We got two down. It was the final stop
in a high-speed pursuit.

"Perp one" was the driver.
Two patrolmen cornered him in the alley.

He bolted from his car,
turned back and fired.

Hit anyone?

Patrolman Bellamy caught it in his "Kevlar."
His partner returned fire.

Look, Lu, we're going
to be working together

and it's going to be weird if
we can't at least say hello or goodbye.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Woody.

No hellos, no goodbyes
and as little as possible in between.

Where's body number two?

The second unit was just pulling up
as the sh*ts were fired.

They realized there was a passenger still
in the car. All four officers approached.

And?

The passenger was non-responsive so they drew
weapons and they ordered a show of hands.

And? / Jordan, he "drew on them."
They didn't have a choice.

All four "opened up."

He's just a kid.

Jordan, we got to cover the bodies.
Something like this doesn't "go down" well.

Well, cops "unloading" on an eight-year-old?
I can see why.

My partner and I were on patrol
when the call came in.

All available units.

So, you joined the pursuit in progress?

We were just pulling up as, uh,
suspect one was f*ring on the other two officers.

What happened next?

We were all pretty shook up after that.

I noticed someone was
hiding back in the car.

At least it looked like he was hiding.
It never occurred to me he might be just

small.

- It's Connor, right?
- Yes, sir. Connor Greco.

Just take it slow, Connor.
Walk me through it.

Uh, we "drew weapons",

- approached.
- Show us your hands!

Show us your hands and
step out of the vehicle!

And the door just flung open.

I...I didn't know he was a kid,
I swear. We just,

all we saw was his arm sh**t out
pointing a g*n.

Who fired first?

It was...it went fast.

This is important. Who fired first?

He did.

The boy.

Twice.

"THE AMERICAN WEST" BY JAMAAR WILKES

"Perp one" is Russell Wilkes, thirty.

I called it in. He's currently wanted
on drug charges and he's been "sent up" twice.

- Trying to outrun his third stint.
- Anything on the boy?

Jamaar Wilkes. Probably Russell's son.
His photo's right here in his wallet.

- At least thirty entrance wounds.
- It's "contagious fire."

Once the sh**ting starts,
no one knows when to stop.

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Is she here yet?

- She's coming up.
- What's her time frame?

Lu said she can hold the press back until
the mother is notified. After that, expect a "blitz."

- She here yet?
- Coming up.

Just got your message.
I'm not actually on the schedule until...

The schedule's changed.
You're on now.

This case is about to become
very high profile.

The sooner we know exactly what happened,
the better we can address the accusations
that will undoubtedly fly.

Neighborhood's a "powder keg", too.

Bug, you're with Jordan and the boy.
Kate, Nigel, take the father.

We've got maybe one hour before this is
breaking news on every TV in Massachusetts.

Let's try and "ski ahead of the avalanche."

So, it looks like we're going
to be working together.
I hope we can do this amicably.

It's about the work, Nigel. Amicable or not.
Prep for "trace." I'll be in my office.

Hey.

Hey. You waiting to see the Captain?

Yeah.

Next few weeks are going
to be the worst in your life.

A thing like this...

...you don't get over it easy.

You were protecting your buddies'
lives out there, Connor.

You did what you were trained to do.

Ms. Caullings?

I never should have let him get in that car.

I always knew his father would
end up getting him k*lled one day.

I know this is difficult for you.
Here you go.

But just start at the beginning.
Just tell me everything that happened this morning.

It was about seven-thirty

and Jamaar was brushing his teeth
and getting ready for school.

Then his dad shows up unannounced as usual

- and he said he would take him.
- You and Mr. Wilkes shared custody?

I dated Russell Wilkes for three months.

He just comes around every couple of years
when he decides he wants to be a father again.

Do you know exactly
what Jamaar took with him?

His backpack,

lunch box, his homework.

Ms. Caullings, do you have a handgun
in the house?

Of course not.

I don't understand what's
that got to do with anything?

Is somebody going to tell me what's going on?
Do you have any leads at all?

Leads?

When the officers came to your house,

what exactly did they tell you?

They said that there had been a sh**ting

and that Jamaar was dead and
that I needed to come talk to you.

Detective, who sh*t my son?

He was the sweetest boy in the world.
He never caused any trouble.

My grandson did not deserve to
die like this, sh*t down like an animal!

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Coming as it does on the heels of recent tensions
between the police and the black community,

the sh**ting of eight-year-old
Jamaar Wilkes has caused...

Protests are forming, as many voice suspicion
of police accounts of the sh**ting.

In black churches and community
centers across this city,

some are using the words "cover-up" to
describe what occurred here today.

This city is about to combust.

You take three hundred years of racial tension,
four cops and thirty-three b*ll*ts and, "kaboom."

Appreciate the optimism.

Macy.

Well, I...that's not going to be possible.

Paul, it just takes time to...

oh, she did?

She did. Did she?

Okay, well then we'll be there.

I understand you completed your autopsy
and your results support the police.

How do I know that? I heard
it from the governor's office.

You want to tell me how the governor
got autopsy results before I did?

They called. I saw no reason to lie.

Okay, you see, it's called chain of command.
I don't give a damn who hired you,

if you leak results one more time, I swear to God,
your ass is going to hit the pavement so hard,

they're going to hear it in Lowell.
Do you understand? Do you understand?

Yeah, I hear you. / Because of you, we're
being called to testify by the end of the day.

That's a deadline I'm not sure everyone
in this case will meet.

I apologize if I work faster than Jordan.

Next time I'll try to pace myself.

"Ballistics" from the boy's g*n are coming up.

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"Slam dunk."

It's just hard to believe. Jamaar did not
get that g*n from his mom's place.

So, what kind of man picks his son up
from school and hands him a "nine-mil?"

- A bad man.
- Where are we?

Uh, "G.S.R." on his hand,
Jamaar's prints were on the g*n

and "striations" match two "slugs"
found on the wall and the alley,

right behind where the police
officers were standing.

Better move on to autopsy.
I need a report on my desk by five.

- Police Review Board has scheduled a hearing at six.
- Garret, we need more time to do this right.

We're talking "trajectories"
on thirty-three b*ll*ts,
full "fluoroscopy", building a timeline...

I feel your pain, Jordan, but I've got
a governor breathing down my neck,

a new "M.E." undermining my authority
and a special prosecutor trying to open my "jugular."

Report at five. Testimony at six.

No justice! No peace!

I can say with a reasonable degree of certainty

that Russell Wilkes fired at Officer Bellamy
before he was fired upon.

On what do you base that opinion?

It's simply unlikely that Mr. Wilkes
could have discharged his firearm

so accurately once those four
"slugs" entered his chest.

You also reviewed the forensic evidence
on Jamaar Wilkes?

Yes, I did. Uh...um...

a total of forty-eight "slugs"
were discharged on the scene,

thirty-three of which made contact
with the body.

Eight of those were fired
from Officer Bellamy's g*n,

ten were fired from the g*n of Officer Koontz,
six were fired from Officer Greco's g*n and nine

were fired by Officer Vanderleest.

And in your judgment,
which of these was the fatal sh*t?

sh*ts four, five, ten and nineteen
"lacerated the right carotid artery",

sh*ts twenty through
twenty-eight entered the lungs.

sh*ts twelve, thirteen, fourteen
and twenty-nine shattered the spinal column,

sh*ts eleven, thirty and
thirty-one entered the heart.

The question, Doctor Cavanaugh,
is which caused the fatality?

We're talking about a fifty-nine pound
child sh*t at "point blank" range.

At least twenty-eight of those b*ll*ts
could have been fatal.

Did the handgun found beside
the boy yield any evidence of value?

Fingerprints on the "nine millimeter"
match those taken from Jamaar's body

and "G.S.R." on his hand indicates
that he had fired the w*apon.

That's a lie! You're all liars!
My baby didn't sh**t that g*n!

Doctor Cavanaugh, is it accurate to say
that your findings support the view
that the boy fired at the officers?

That the police on scene did, in fact,
follow proper protocol?

- Doctor Cavanaugh?
- Yeah, uh...

yes. It appears that Jamaar fired the g*n.

After hours of testimony by police,
"C.S.U." and the Medical Examiners office,

the Chairperson of the Police Review Board
addressed a tense and crowded hearing
room with the following.

As tragic as the death of Jamaar Wilkes is,

there is no evidence
that police protocol was breached.

The officers fired only when fired upon.

We therefore see no cause
for disciplinary action

to be taken against the officers involved
in this regrettable incident.

Thirty-three b*ll*ts, Lu.

That little boy's insides were so decimated
you couldn't tell one organ from another.

I wouldn't stick around too long if I were you.

Kate, we've got to get out of here. Come on.

All right, people, give me your ear.

I need "E.D.T." deployed on Essex,

"Q.R.S." teams right behind.

Homicide, drug and g*ng, undercover,
tonight everyone's in uniform.

It's about a police presence.
It's about being seen.

This thing is far from over, people.

I need every available on the street.

Hey, man, what are you still doing here?
You should be home by now.

Yeah. I was just heading out, man.
My bike's parked outside.

No, come on, I'll give you a ride.
You're a little too famous to be
traveling alone on a night like this.

It's getting nasty out there, people.
Move in teams, wear vests, be safe.

- Now what?
- I'll try Federal.

No, we just tried Federal,
Federal's blocked.

No, that was Devonshire.
Half the streets are barricaded,
the other half are a bloody w*r zone!

You said you could get us back!
And you insisted on driving!

Out of the car! Now! Move! Hurry up!

- Now! Move! Now! Hurry up!
- Okay. Okay.

Did you hear what I said?
Get out the car! Hurry up!

Kate! / Open the door and get out the car.
What's wrong with you? Hear what I said? Hurry up!

You...

I can't believe this!
You let him steal my car!

I saved your life!

Come on!

All I'm saying is the police shouldn't
waste any time before moving in strong.

It's called crowd control. When a mob
gets violent you have to act fast
to break up the "group think."

b*ating people to stop v*olence makes
about as much sense as "bombing for peace."

What would you suggest they do?
Hold hands and sing "Kumbaya?"

- I don't know.
- Well, then save the criticism until you do.

Because those officers are out there
tonight risking their lives for this city.

I know, Lu, I...

can I catch up with you later?

Ms. Caullings?

- I'm Jordan Cavanaugh. I'm...
- I know who you are.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

He was a builder.

You know how some kids are about
riding their bikes or playing ball?

Jamaar was about building.

He'd sit in his room making
log cabins out of "Popsicle" sticks,

model airplanes,

anything he could get his hands on.

You really believe what
you said at that hearing?

That he sh*t a g*n at those officers?

that's...that's what the evidence indicated.

I know Jamaar.

And he wouldn't do that.

You're wrong, Doctor Cavanaugh.

You made a mistake.

As most of you know,
the v*olence has spread

so the Governor's issued a dusk until dawn curfew.
No one is going to leave the morgue until morning.

We're in the middle of the "hot zone",
but this is a government building
so you will have police protection.

The good news is we're safe
and we're together.

Any of you are inclined to pray,
now would be a good time. That's it.

So...uh...

- we're in lockdown now?
- Yeah, looks like it.

You know, there's no way
I'm going to stay here all night.

I mean how long do you think it's going to be
before this whole morgue goes up in flames?

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm just...

I'm just feeling a little claustrophobic.

Come on, we've pulled "all-nighters"
before. You'll be fine.

...the clashes that have every available police
and fire unit on the streets tonight.

Rioting has intensified...

Hey! Please, my husband! Help him!

Call it in! "Code one!"

Sir, sir

you all right? Can you hear me?
You all right?

Yes.

- You want to tell me what this is about?
- Protection. It's registered.

All right, well, I'll just
hold on to it for you, okay?

The dispatch says, "no go."

What? / Fire and medical won't come inside
"the zone." An ambulance was sh*t at,
the driver got hit.

I need your help. I think my arm's broken.

We're going to need doctors.

Jorge, sir, you ready?

Here we go. Come on. I got you.

You see this discoloration?
His trigger finger appears bruised.

An artifact like that takes about twelve hours to manifest,
which means it probably occurred around time of death.

- From pulling the trigger?
- It wouldn't have happened
if he fired that g*n on his own.

It could, however, if somebody wrapped
his finger around the trigger

and pulled "postmortem."

Jordan, it's a big jump.
One bruise on a finger and you're telling me
those four cops "framed" him?

A lot of cops carry a "drop g*n", Lu.
We both know that.

There's more. There was a thin "veneer"
of sweat on his palm as you'd expect.

But suspended in the perspiration
was something else.

Small "specks", nearly microscopic.

The "mass spectrometer" identified
it as cheap black paint,

probably manufactured in China.
But the "nine millimeter" had
a plain wooden grip with no black paint.

And that tells us what?

He was clutching something very tightly
in his hand when he d*ed.

And it was not that g*n.

I was on site four minutes
after that sh**ting.

I spent the day pouring
over every shred of evidence.

There was nothing in the "perp's" car,
in the police car,

at the scene or brought in by "C.S.U."
that fits that description.

Maybe it's still in the alley.

Come on. We'll "hole up" in here
just until things calm down.

- That...that could take a week.
- You got any better ideas?

Yes. We keep going until
we get back to the morgue.

It's too dangerous out there.
Ten blocks, we'll never make it.

- We're staying here.
- No, we're going back!

You got my car stolen!

Yes! Yes, I did. In fact, you know what,
I planned the whole thing.

Hey, you know the guy with the g*n?
He's a dear personal friend.

- You are buying me a new car.
- You're bleeding.

This is crazy.
You cannot leave this building tonight.

Look, you said it yourself, within minutes
that alley was "crawling with uniforms."

There's no way evidence was smuggled out of there.
Whatever it was, it's still at the scene.

- And if it's there now, it'll be there tomorrow.
- By morning, it'll be contaminated, if not b*rned.

- I mean those four can still go back
and clean up whatever they left.
- Jordan, there's a riot going on.

Yes. Yes. A riot brought on by a lie.
A lie that I helped to tell.

Hey, there's nowhere else to take them.
Can't get them to a hospital,
"E.M.T.'s" won't come into the zone.

Bug! Garret! Anybody!
We need help at reception!

We've been walking for blocks picking up
injured along the way.

- How many? Five?
- Eleven. / Right this way. Go.

All available hands please!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
where are you going?

I'm going back to the crime scene.
It's important.

So is staying alive.

She doesn't speak English.
Her granddaughter can translate for her.

Hi, can you...can you tell me where it hurts?

Connor, stay put.
I'll be back in twenty.

I'm going with you.
End of discussion.

We were locking up the store.
Some guys came in and took radios

and my grandmother ran after
them with her cane.

Yeah, I know, I should have seen
the other guy, right?

- Excuse me?
- She has a...a mild concussion.

Try to keep her still.
I'll get you an ice pack.

Thank you.

I tell you, it was terrible.

We were just driving home and
these men, these "hoodlums",

they threw a brick through
our windshield and we crashed.

- So the officer found you?
- There were three of them.

They must have run off when they saw the police.
We were sure they were going to k*ll us both.

- Like a pack of wild animals.
- We're going to have to "suture" this up.

We've got a lot of badly injured out there.

I've tried hospitals, "P.D.", the mayor,
"Fema." Circuits are down, the city's in chaos.

Okay, just hold still for a second.

Oh! Yeah, some "jack-hole" sh*t me!

All right. I get it.

My leg. I think there's a b*llet in my leg.

b*llet, leg.

Could you just suffer
a little more quietly please?

Are you a real doctor? 'Cause you is not
acting like a real doctor right now.

Hold still. I think I see something.
Just don't move at all.

What is it?

A b*llet. You've been sh*t.

That's what I've been trying to tell you!

You're right.

Oh, no,

you ever been on a real body before, man?

I got to eat.

- Cupcakes or "snowballs", what's your pleasure?
- I don't do well with processed sugar.

Well, then I'm afraid you're going to starve.

So, how long have you suffered from "A.C.S.?"

"Ann Coulter Syndrome."

Wherein the afflicted gains strength
through the hatred of others.

Niceness is overrated.

Ow. I never saw the point.
It's all based on lies anyway.

"How are you?" "Have a nice weekend."

The truth is I don't give a crap how
you are or what kind of weekend you have.

- Wow, well, you're a "bucket" of sunshine.
- Ow. I got to eat something or I'm going to pass out.

- Don't say I didn't warn you.
- Yeah, right, the sugar.

It brings up anger. I have some rage issues.

That's a shocker.

Listen, we were up in my "crib", right?
Just laying low and the next thing
you know I hear this big crash.

I went out to the street to see what's going on.
This Hispanic dude is all twisted up inside his "pick-up."

So I go over there and try to help him out
and he starts sh**ting at us, man.

I mean ain't this supposed to be
the "city of brotherly love?"

That's Philadelphia.
And this is going to hurt.

- I need another doctor, man!
- Well, you're stuck with me!

- Look, I don't want to be here either, okay?
- Everything okay? / No.

Yes. b*llet in his "gastrocnemius."
"Vasculature" was intact so I went in after it.

I wasn't talking about you. Will you excuse us
for a minute, would you? Come here.

Crazy. / I know you've got a lot going on
with Lily and the pregnancy...

No, I'm fine.

Okay, "bedside" manner isn't usually an issue
in a morgue, but tonight it is.

- Try to fake a little sympathy.
- Oh, hell!

I didn't ask you to come, Woody.
If you want to leave, go.

No way am I leaving
even if you do say goodbye.

Remember this morning I suggested we both
start saying hello and goodbye to each other

and, you were like, "no way is that going
to happen." So, that's what I was saying.

Maybe it's not here anymore.
I...maybe it never was.

Walk me through it.

Um, I pulled up and I was met
by Greco and Vanderleest.

- Where?
- Right over there.

And then Koontz and Bellamy were
standing right over there by that wall.

And when they saw me, they approached
like they wanted to talk about it.

That's it. / Maybe they didn't want
you coming over here.

Woody, look.

It's a model airplane.

Cheap black paint.

Boom.

They checked the body, they panicked.

They know they only have moments
before back-up arrives.

One of them had a "drop g*n",
put it in Jamaar's hand

and "squeezed off" a couple rounds.

How's it looking out there?

Feels like all of Boston's on fire.
It kills me what's happened to this city.

People don't like being lied to.

The truth is a powerful thing.

Sometimes just standing up and saying
it out loud can make a world of difference.

I'll get a list going, names and injuries.

Woody?

I've been trying to get through
for ten minutes.

What was that? / There's been
sporadic g*nf*re down here, Jordan.

We found something.
We're on our way back. Look out!

Woody!

Okay, if you get a "tetanus sh*t" in the next
couple of days, you're going to be fine.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- All right.

That's him!
That's him! That's the one that sh*t me!

You threw a brick through our windshield!
You and your friends!

I didn't throw no brick!
You just sh*t at the first black man you saw!

Hey, take it easy. Take it easy.
Back off, all right? Back off.

You people...

What? What did you say?

Hey! Hey!

Here.

It looks like a punctured lung.

Get a table ready. "Sutures, forceps,
morphine" if we've got it.

She's going to need a chest tube.
Find something we can use.

- We can't do a procedure like that here...
- If we don't, she's going to be dead
in half an hour. Go!

Go!

And get these two out of here!

It's impressive, really,
how "Malic Acid, Magnesium Hydroxide

and modified starches" can together create
a lifelike "facsimile" of actual food.

- All right. That's it. I'm out of here.
- Kate, we talked about this.

In a few hours, it'll be morning.
Once the sun's up, the streets will undoubtedly...

I can't wait another few hours.
And I can't stand looking at your face
for another minute.

Especially when you talk! Stop talking!

Because of you I got my car stolen!

Give me your purse!

No.

- Give it to me!
- Give it, Kate. Just give it to him.

You will get my purse when you pry it
from my cold dead fingers.

Trust me, friend, you do not want
to be messing with her right now.

I'm not going to say it again!

Do I come waving a bat in your face, huh?

Big man with a stick, huh? Do I come and
thr*aten to knock your ugly face off of your head?

Who are you anyway, huh? Who are you, huh?
Get out of here!

You are going to be blood and guts on this floor
and then I am going to rip out your kidneys

and I am going to take them home
and feed them to my dog, "Binky."

Because there is nothing "Binky"
loves more than the taste of human kidneys!

Go on! Get out of here!

Are you coming or what?

"Versed" should keep her
out for another ten minutes.

"Anesthesiology"
for amateurs, right? Pulse?

I'm going to say one twenty.

So, you want to talk about it?

- Talk about what?
- Whatever it is you don't want to talk about.

Well, you know, it's been a long day,

a lot of stress.

- Her breath's fading. Garret, she's suffocating.
- Hang on. Hang on. Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh.

Okay.

July, .

"Toxteth" riots in Liverpool.

My dad had a shop on Selbourne Road.

When the fighting broke up,
we locked up and ran for him,

but the v*olence was all around us.

We saw a man trapped in a burning car

and my dad, he reached in
and he pulled him out.

You were just a kid.

Yeah.

Nine-years-old.

And five days later, when we finally
returned to Selbourne, our whole block

had been b*rned to the ground.

And my dad just stood
there in the ashes of his shop.

Both his hands in
these big white bandages.

He looked...

he looked broken.

You know, people...people think of cities
as these big solid things, bricks and cement.

But they're not.

When you live through something
like that you realize,

you realize how fragile a city is.

Woody!

Jordan!

Jordan!

Lu's been sh*t. A car drove past.
I never even got a look at him.

There's a "gurney" in the back of the van.

God, it's been a pretty lousy night, huh?

It's been a lousy day from the "git go."

Okay, hold my hand.

- Scar's going to look good on you.
- Yeah?

- Nothing like a blond with a b*llet scar.
- Yeah?

Very hot. Sort of that, uh,
tough tender thing.

I got one myself from a year and a half ago.
It's right above my...

I know about your scar, Woody.
I've seen it before.

Remember?

You're going to be fine, Lu.

It's just a scratch.
You're going to be totally okay.

Okay, got the kit. Let's, uh...

let's take a look and see what
we're dealing with here, huh? Okay.

Mm. Mm. Ah! Ah! Oh! What?

It hurts so bad.

- Drive. / How bad is it?
- Just drive fast.

Okay, I got this.

You're going to be at Boston General
in a few minutes.

Guess you were right about
the processed sugar. That was some rant.

Stuff about feeding kidneys
to your dog "Binky."

That will brilliant.
Like you'd have a dog.

"Dandie Dinmont Terrier."
Three time "champ", registered "A.K.C."

- He's a show dog?
- Noted for his luxuriant coat.

- 'Cause of the "Folic Acid"...
- Abundant in the human kidney.

- You scare me.
- You're buying me a car.

- You got that model airplane?
- Yeah, I got it.

Just a couple more miles.
We're almost there.

I'm not going to make it, am I?
Internal bleeding, right?

- I've seen cops die before, Jordan.
- Would you lighten up with the bad vibe stuff?

No one is dying here, Lu.

Okay? 'Cause you and I,
we've got a lot of stuff to work out.

God, you did arrest me after all.
I never received a formal apology for that.

- Not to mention the Woody thing.
- Sorry about that.

No, don't apologize to me, okay?
Argue with me.

I can't. I'm too tired.

Too tired to argue? What kind of crap is that?
Okay, I'm staining your reputation here.

It's okay. I feel calm.

No, there's nothing to feel calm about! Lu...

Jordan,

tell Woody.

No, you tell him yourself, okay?

- I'm sorry.
- Lu! Lu, stay with me, okay?

Look me in the eyes.
Stay with me and do not blink,

and do not fall asleep and don't feel calm!

Okay? Do you understand? Lu? Lu?

Lu?

Okay. Okay.

Come on, Lu.

Work with me here, okay?

Lu, come on!

I'm sorry, "hon."

She wanted me to tell you

that she's sorry she didn't say goodbye.

And when I see the sign
that points one way.

The lot we used to pass by every day.

Just walk away Renee

You won't see me follow you back home.

The empty sidewalks
on my block are not the same.

You're not to blame.

From deep inside the teams I forced to cry.

From deep inside the pain I chose to hide.

Just walk away Renee

You won't see me follow you back home.

Now as the rain beats
down upon my weary eyes.

For me it cries...

We didn't know.

We thought he had a g*n.

I'm sorry.

Don't tell me you're sorry.

Tell his mother.

In fact, tell all of Boston.

Following a horrific night of the worst
v*olence Boston has seen in decades,

it appears this morning that, once again,
order is returning to this city.

Casualty assessment is preliminary

but officials estimate at least forty million
dollars worth of property was destroyed.

And the lives of eight civilians and
three police officers were lost last night.

The surprise confession this morning
by one of the policemen involved
in the sh**ting of Jamaar Wilkes

has prompted the "D.A.'s" office
to say they now expect

criminal charges to be filed against
all four of the officers involved.

Your name and mine inside
a heart upon a wall.

Still find the way to haunt me
though they're so small...

I ever tell you how we met?

She took my parking space at the station.

Ouch.

I was so "pissed."

I almost punched her "lights out."

- You don't take a man's parking space.
- No, you just don't.

She thought I was some crazy "hot head."

That I had "issues"
that I needed to deal with.

You? Issues? Nah.

You want to know the part
that hurts the most?

We were this close to becoming friends.

I know.
not the same. You're not to blame...