[gun cocks]
(Woody) So then the guy has to decide,
either kiss the elephant or eat the worm.
(Jordan) He has to kiss the elephant?
(Woody) Right smack on the mouth.
God, that is so wrong.
Reality TV just makes me wanna gag.
You kidding? It's compelling drama, Jordan.
Real people in real situations.
It's like-- Reality.
Yeah. Which is the last thing I need after a hard day's work.
Just give me some fake people with fake boobs
and fake jobs any day.
He really-- he kissed the elephant?
She seemed to like it actually.
Hey, Lu, hi. What do we got?
We got two down.
It was a 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 gonna be working together,
and it's gonna get weird
if we can't at least say hello or good-bye.
Yeah, I'm sorry, Woody. No hellos, no good-byes,
and as little as possible in between.
Where's body number two?
The second unit was just pulling up as the shots were fired.
They realized there was a passenger still in the car.
All four officers approached.
And?
The passenger was nonresponsive,
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.
[background chatter]
Jordan, we-- we gotta cover the bodies.
Something like this doesn't go down well.
Four 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 suspect one was firing 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.
I 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 what happened.
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--we didn't know he was a kid, I swear.
We just--all we saw was his arm shoot out,
pointing a gun.
Who fired first?
It was--it went fast.
This is important-- who fired first?
He did. The boy.
Twice.
Perp one is Russell Wilkes, 30.
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 here in his wallet.
At least 30 entrance wounds.
It's contagious fire.
Once the shooting starts, no one knows when to stop.
She here yet? She's coming up.
What's our time frame?
Lu said she could hold the press back
till the mother's notified-- after that, expect a blitz.
She here? Comin' up.
Just got your message. I'm not on the schedule.
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'll undoubtedly fly.
My neighborhood's a powder keg too.
Bug's with Jordan on the boy. Kate and Nigel, take the father.
We've got maybe one hour before this is breaking news
on every TV in Massachusetts.
Let's try and stay ahead of the avalanche.
So it looks like we're gonna be working together.
Hope we can do this amicably.
It's about the work, Nigel, amicable or not.
Prep for Trace. I'll be in my office.
[groans]
Hey. Hey.
You waiting to see the captain?
Yeah.
Next few weeks are gonna be the worst in your life.
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 killed one day.
I know this is difficult for you.
Here you go.
But if you just start at the beginning--
just tell me everything that happened this morning.
It was about 7:30.
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 share 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.
Miss 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 gonna 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 shooting,
and that Jamaar was dead
and that I needed to come talk to you.
Detective, who shot my son?
(woman) He was the sweetest boy in the world.
He never caused any trouble.
My grandson did not deserve to die like this,
shot down like an animal! [sobbing]
(male reporter) Coming as it does on the heels of recent tensions
between the police and the black community,
the shooting of eight-year-old Jamaar Wilkes has caused--
(female reporter) Protests are forming
as many voice suspicion of police accounts of the shooting.
In black churches and community centers across this city,
some are using the word cover-up
to describe what occurred here today.
[remote control clatters] This city is about to combust.
You take 300 years of racial tension,
four cops and 33 bullets and... kaboom.
Appreciate the optimism. [cell phone rings]
Macy.
Well, I--that--that's not gonna be possible.
Paul, it just takes time to--
Oh, sh-she did?
She did, did she? [knocking]
Okay, well, I'll--
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 wanna 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 gonna hit the pavement so hard,
they're gonna 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 on this case will meet.
I apologize if I work faster than Jordan.
Next time, I'll try to pace myself.
[electronic beeping]
(Bug) Ballistics from the boy's gun are coming up.
[Bug sighs]
Slam dunk.
It's just hard to believe.
Jamaar did not get that gun from his mom's place.
So what kind of man picks his son up for school
and hands him a 9-mil?
A bad man? (Garret) Where are we?
GSR on his hand, and Jamaar's prints were on the gun.
And striations match two slugs found on a wall in the alley
right behind where the police officers were standing.
Better move on the autopsy.
I need a report at my desk by 5:00.
Police Review Board scheduled a hearing at 6:00.
We need more time to do this right.
We're talking trajectories on 33 bullets,
full fluoroscopy, building a time line--
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 5:00. Testimony at 6:00.
(crowd) No justice, no peace!
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.
(woman) 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, a total of 48 slugs were discharged on the scene,
33 of which made contact with the body.
Eight of those were fired from Officer Bellamy's gun.
Ten were fired from the gun of Officer Koontz,
six were fired from Officer Greco's gun,
and nine were fired by Officer Vanderleest.
And in your judgment, which of these was the fatal shot?
Shots 4, 5, 10, and 19 lacerated the right carotid artery.
Uh, shots 20 through 28 entered the lungs.
Shots 12, 13, 14, and 29 shattered the spinal column.
Shots 11, 30, and 31 entered the heart.
The question, Dr. Cavanaugh, is which caused the fatality?
We're talking about a 59-pound child
shot at point-blank range.
At least 28 of those bullets could have been fatal.
(Lopez) Did the handgun found beside the boy
yield any evidence of value?
Fingerprints on the 9-millimeter
matched those taken from Jamaar's body.
And GSR on his hand indicates that he had fired the weapon.
That's a lie. You're all liars.
My baby didn't shoot that gun.
(Lopez) Dr. 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?
[whispering in courtroom]
Dr. Cavanaugh. Yeah. Uh...
[commotion] Yes. It appears that Jamaar fired the gun.
[people clamoring]
(TV announcer) After hours of testimony by police, CSU,
and the medical examiner's office,
the chairperson of the Police Review Board
addressed a tense and crowded hearing room with the following.
(Lopez) 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."
[horns honking, people yelling]
[chanting] No justice, no peace.
33 bullets, Lu.
That little boy's insides were so decimated,
you couldn't tell one organ from another.
No justice, no peace.
I wouldn't stick around too long if I were you.
[sirens blaring]
Kate, we've got to get out of here, come on.
(Lu) Jordan!
[Lu continues yelling]
[coughing]
(Lt. Johnson) All right, people, give me your ears.
I need an EDT report on Essex.
QRS team right behind.
Homicide, drug and gang,
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.
(man) You got it.
Hey, man. What are you still doing here?
You should be home by now.
I was 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.
(Johnson) Getting nasty out there, people.
Move in teams, wear a vest. Be safe.
[glass shatters, woman screams]
Now what? I'll try Federal.
We just tried Federal. Federal is blocked.
That was Devonshire. Half the streets are barricaded.
The other half's a war zone.
You said you could get us back, and you insisted on driving.
Out of the car now! Move! Hurry up!
Now, move! Get out of the car. Okay. Okay.
Hurry up! (Nigel) Okay. Okay.
You, too. Move! You hear what I said?
Get out the car! Hurry up. Hey!
Open the door and get out. What's wrong with you?
You hear what I said? Hurry up!
(Nigel) Out of the car.
I can't believe this! You let him steal my car!
I saved your life! [gunshot]
(man) Get out of here! I'm gonna kill you all!
[gunshots continue]
All I'm saying is the police shouldn't waste any time
if we're moving in strong.
It's called crowd control.
When a mob gets violent, you have to act fast
to break up the group think.
Beating people to stop violence
makes about as much sense as bombing for peace.
What would you suggest they do, hold hands and sing Kumbaya?
I don't know. Then save the criticism till you do.
'Cause 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 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.
[sniffs]
You really believe what you said at that hearing?
That he shot a gun at those officers?
Uh...
that's what the evidence indicated.
I know Jamaar.
And he wouldn't do that.
You're wrong, Dr. Cavanaugh.
You made a mistake.
(Garret) As most of you know, the violence has spread.
The governor has issued a dusk till dawn curfew.
No one's gonna leave the morgue until morning.
We're in 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.
If 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.
There's no way I'm gonna stay here all night.
How long do you think it's gonna be
before this morgue goes up in flames?
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah.
Just, um...
just feeling a little claustrophobic.
Come on. We've pulled all-nighters before.
You'll be fine. (TV announcer) ...violence are now citywide.
No district is safe from the clashes
that have every available police and fire unit
on the streets tonight.
Rioting has intensified...
Please!
Please, my husband!
Help me! Call it in! Code one.
Sir? Sir.
You all right? Can you hear me?
You all right? Yes.
You wanna tell me what this is about?
Protection. It's registered.
I'll just hold on to it for you, okay?
Dispatch says no-go.
What? Fire and medical won't come inside the zone.
An ambulance was shot at. The driver got hit.
(young man) I need help. I think my arm's broken.
We're gonna need doctors.
Come on, sir. You ready?
Here we go.
[groaning] Come on. I got ya.
(Jordan) See this discoloration?
His trigger finger appears bruised.
An artifact like that takes about 12 hours to manifest,
which means it probably occurred around time of death.
From pulling the trigger.
It wouldn't have happened if he'd fired that gun 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 gun, Lu.
We both know that.
There's more. [typing]
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 9-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 died, and it was not that gun.
I was in sight four minutes after that shooting.
I spent the day poring over every shred of evidence.
There was nothing in the perp's car, in the police cars,
at the scene or brought in by CSU
that fits that description.
Then maybe it's still in the alley.
[glass shatters]
Come on.
We'll hole up in here just till things calm down.
That--that could take a week.
Have you got any better ideas?
Yes. We keep going until we get back to the morgue!
[gunshots]
It's too dangerous out there.
There's 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.
The guy with the gun-- 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.
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 burned.
Those four could still go back and clean up.
Jordan, there is 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 'em to a hospital. EMTs won't come into the zone.
Bug, Garret, anybody, we need help in reception.
We walked for blocks, picking up injured along the way.
(Jordan) Okay, how many, five? 11.
Right this way. Come on. Just come with me.
(woman) All available hands, please.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?
Back to the crime scene. It's important.
So is staying alive.
She doesn't speak English.
Her granddaughter can translate for her.
Uh, can--can you tell me where it hurts?
[crowd murmuring]
Connor, stay put. I'll be back in 20.
I'm going with you. End of discussion.
(girl) We were locking up the store.
Some guys came in and took some 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.
So try to keep her still. I'll get you an ice pack, okay?
Thank you.
(man) We were just terrified.
We were just driving home. These men, these hoodlums,
they threw a brick through our windshield, and we crashed.
That's where the officer found you? There were three of them.
They must have run off when they saw the police.
We were sure they were gonna kill us both.
Like a pack of wild animals!
We gonna have to suture this up.
There are a lot of badly injured out there.
I've tried hospitals, PD, the mayor, FEMA.
Circuits are down. The city's in chaos.
Okay. Just hold still for a second.
[man groans loudly]
Man, some jackhole shot me!
All right, I get it.
My leg, man. I think there's a bullet in my leg.
Bullet, leg.
Can you just suffer a little more quietly, please?
Are you a real doctor?
'Cause you is not acting like a real doctor.
Hold still. I think I see something.
Just don't move at all. What is it?
A bullet. You've been shot.
That's what I've been trying to tell you!
Well, you're right!
Ah, no.
You ever been on a real body before, man?
I gotta eat.
Cupcakes or snowballs. What's your pleasure?
I don't do well with processed sugar.
Well, I'm afraid you're gonna starve.
Ow.
So how long have you suffered...
from ACS?
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 had.
You're a bucket of sunshine.
Ow!
I gotta eat something or I'm gonna pass out.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Yeah, right. The sugar.
It brings up anger. I have some rage issues.
Ooh, there's a shocker.
We're up in my crib, right, just layin' low.
Next thing, I hear this big crash.
I went out to the street to see what was going on.
This Hispanic dude
is all twisted up inside his pickup.
So I go over there and try to help him out.
He starts shootin' at us, man!
Ain't this supposed to be the city of brotherly love?
That's Philadelphia.
And this is gonna hurt.
[screams]
I need another doctor, man!
Well, you're stuck with me!
I don't want to be here either, okay? Everything okay?
No. Yes.
Bullet in his gastrocnemius.
Vasculature was intact, so I went in after it.
I wasn't talking about him. Excuse us, would you?
Come here.
[tool clatters]
[man muttering] Crazy...
You've had a lot going on lately.
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. For me.
(man) Aw, heck no!
[distant sirens]
[woman shouting]
[rap music plays]
[exhales]
I didn't ask you to come, Woody.
If you want to leave, go.
No way am I leaving. Even if you do say good-bye.
Remember this morning I suggested
that we both start saying hello and good-bye to each other
and you were like, "No way is that gonna happen,"
So, that's what I was saying.
Maybe it's not here anymore. I--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.
Maybe they didn't want you comin' over here.
Woody. Look.
The model airplane.
Cheap black paint.
Boom.
[gunfire]
They check the body. They panic.
They know they only have moments before backup arrives.
(Woody) One of them had a drop gun. Put it in Jamaar's hand.
Squeezed off a couple of rounds.
How's it looking out there?
Feels like all Boston's on fire.
It kills me, what's happening 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.
[cell phone rings]
Woody!
I've been trying to get though for ten minutes.
[gunshot] What was that?
There's been sporadic gunfire down here, Jordan.
We found something. We're on our way back.
Look out!
Woody!
Okay. You get a tetanus shot in the next couple of days,
you're gonna be fine.
Thank you, Doctor. (Garret) All right.
Wait, that's him! That's--that's him!
That's the one that shot me!
You threw a brick through our windshield,
you and your friends. We didn't throw no brick!
You shot the first black man you saw!
Hey, take it easy.
Back off, all right? Back off! You people, man--
What? What'd you say?
(Connor) Hey, hey!
Gimme a hand.
(gasps)
It looks like a punctured lung.
Get a table ready-- sutures, forceps,
morphine if we've got it.
She's gonna need a chest tube. Find something we can use.
We can't do a procedure like that here.
If we don't, she's gonna be dead in half an hour. Go.
Go!
And get these two outta 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 outta here.
Hey, we talked about this.
In a few hours, it'll be morning.
Once the sun's up, the streets will undoubtedly be--
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!
Gimme your purse!
No!
Give it to me. Just, Kate, 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 mess with her right now.
I'm not gonna say it again.
Do I come waving a bat in your face,
huh, big man with a stick?
Do I come and threaten
to knock your ugly face off of your head?
Who are you, anyway, huh?
Who are you, huh? [object shatters]
Get outta here. You are gonna be
blood and guts on this floor,
then I am gonna rip out your kidneys
and take them home and feed 'em to my dog Binky,
'cause there is nothing Binky loves more than human kidneys.
Go on! Get outta here!
[object shatters]
Are you comin' or what?
Versed should keep her out for another ten minutes.
Anesthesiology for amateurs, right?
Pulse?
I'm gonna say...
120.
So you wanna 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. Shh, shh, shh.
[inhales]
[liquid draining]
Okay.
[exhales]
July, 1981.
Toxteth riots in Liverpool.
My dad had a shop on Selbourne Road.
And when the fighting broke out,
we locked up and ran for home.
But the violence 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,
the whole block had been burned 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.
[distant sirens]
Woody!
Jordan!
Lu's been shot.
A car drove past. I never got a look at them.
There's a gurney in the back of the van.
[Jordan murmurs to Lu]
[groans]
God, it's been a pretty lousy night, huh?
It's been a lousy day from the get-go.
[gasps]
Ow! Ow.
[sobs]
Okay, hold my hand, Lu.
That scar's gonna look good on you. Yeah.
Nothing like a blonde with a bullet scar. Yeah?
Very hot. Sort of a...
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?
[grunts]
You're gonna be fine, Lu.
It's just a scratch. You're gonna be totally okay.
(Jordan) Okay, I got the kit.
Let's, uh, let's take a look
and see what we're dealing with here, huh?
[Lu grunts]
[grunting, sobbing]
It hurts so bad.
(Jordan) I know, I know.
Drive. Just drive fast.
Okay, I got it.
Gonna be at Boston General in a few minutes.
[gasping]
Guess you were right about the processed sugar.
That was some rant.
[laughs] That stuff about...
feeding kidneys to your dog Binky.
[chuckles] That was brilliant.
Like you'd have a dog.
Dandie Dinmont Terrier. Three-time champ.
Registered AKC.
He's a show dog?
Noted for his luxuriant coat.
'Cause of the folic acid--
Abundant in the human kidney.
You scare me.
[elevator bell dings] You're buying me a car.
You got...
the model airplane?
I got it.
Just a couple more miles. We're almost there.
I'm not gonna make it, am I?
Internal bleeding, right?
I've seen cops die before, Jordan.
Would you lighten up with the bad vibes stuff?
No one is dying here, Lu.
'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.
[groans]
And not to mention the Woody thing.
Sorry about that.
Look, 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?
I'm staining your reputation here.
It's okay.
I feel calm.
No. There's nothing to feel calm about. Lu!
Jordan, I--come here.
Tell Woody...
[whispering]
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!
[sniffs]
Okay. Okay.
[counting under breath]
Come on, Lu.
[sniffs]
Work with me here, okay?
Lu, come on!
I'm sorry, hon.
(Jordan sniffing)
She wanted me to tell you
that she's sorry she didn't say good-bye.
♪ 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 tears I'm ♪
♪ 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 gun.
I'm sorry.
Don't tell me you're sorry.
Tell his mother.
In fact, tell all of Boston.
(TV announcer) Following a horrific night
of the worst violence Boston has seen in decades,
it appears this morning that order is once again
returning to the city.
Casualty assessment is preliminary,
but officials estimate at least $40 million 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 shooting of Jamaar Wilkes
has prompted the DEA's office to say
they now expect criminal charges to be filed
against all four of the officers involved.
[TV shuts off]
♪ Your name and mine inside a heart ♪
♪ Upon a wall ♪
♪ Still find a way to haunt me ♪
♪ Though they're so small ♪
I ever tell you how we met?
No.
She took my parking space at the station.
[laughs] Ouch.
[whispering] I was so pissed.
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 hothead.
That I had "issues" I needed to deal with.
You, issues? No.
♪ Just walk away, Renee ♪
You wanna know the part that hurts the most?
♪ You won't see me follow you back home ♪
We were this close...
to becoming friends.
I know.
♪ You're not to blame * ♪