"Blood Out"
It hurts, man!
I know, I know. It hurts!
I know. You're almost there, man!
I owe that other dude, did I get him?
Smoke that fool?
Man, the cops will tell you about it.
Duane Harris, 16. GSW to the left leg.
BP 120 over 70.
Heart rate tachy 160.
- Fluids - One liter of saline.
Let's get him into Trauma 2.
I'll leave my report with the duty nurse.
Nice work out there, partner.
Yeah, you, too.
You know I hate to write it.
You gonna clean the bus?
Yeah.
All right.
WOMAN: They killed him!
They killed my baby!
JACK: Danny.
Jack, I'm so sorry about your father.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Jack.
Thanks for the, uh...
The deluxe fruit basket.
Yeah, thanks for the fruit basket.
You really didn't have to do anything.
No, no, no. I did it.
I wanted to pay my respects and...
What do we got going here?
A paramedic went missing in the middle of his shift last night.
His name's Cole Warren.
His partner called it in.
How long were you outside cleaning the ambulance?
No more than 30 minutes. I had to run back.
Came to tell Cole we had another call, I couldn't find him.
And he didn't leave word with anyone?
He didn't even finish his paperwork.
I called his apartment,
his cell and his girlfriend.
She's a surgical intern upstairs.
How about the last call you responded to,
what happened there?
It was a shoot-out between a couple of gangbangers.
Two of them in the Lenox crew.
Two of them survived. Lenox died at the scene.
Has he ever taken off like this before?
Nah, he's 100 percent reliable.
Even when he's not working, he's working.
Checks up on people after release,
springs for cab fare so relatives can follow.
There's no way he would just go AWOL.
When was the last time you talked to Cole?
Yesterday morning.
He spent the night at my place,
and then we took the subway in together.
Was that your usual routine?
Mm-hmm, three, four times a week.
Do you think that Cole's disappearance
could be his way of taking a break from your relationship?
No way.
You know the kind of guy you always dream about?
Responsible, really listens and good
Yeah.
That's Cole.
So, everything was perfect?
We had had this plan for a while about moving out of the city.
And then two weeks ago, something happened.
Because I don't know where he changed his mind.
So, what, chicken and waffles at Susie's?
You want me to bust out of my scrubs?
Girl, as long as I'm doing the busting.
Well, Susie's is always appealing, but...
Mm
Did you forget?
Forget what?
The condo.
We're supposed to go up there tonight.
Oh yeah, this place we were looking up in Roc.
Mm-hmm. The broker called.
One bedroom is available.
I put a binder down.
Baby, I thought we were just looking.
Yeah, but you know how fast they go.
I told him we'd come up there and give him our checks
for the rest of the deposit.
What is with that face?
Nothing.
Look, we've been talking about this for months.
Yeah, I know.
Well, I don't have my share of the money.
You said you had it!
I know, but now I don't.
I'm sorry.
I got to go.
You're not on call.
Baby, look.
I just gotta take care of something, all right?
I love you. I'll talk to you later.
He went downstairs to his locker,
grabbed his paramedic bag and left.
Why'd he take the bag?
I don't know.
When I asked him where he went, he didn't say.
All right, what about the condo?
How much money are we talking about?
$8,000.
Do you think he really didn't have it?
Cole was born and raised in Harlem.
He lived here his whole life,
except for when he was in the Army.
I figure he just had cold feet about moving.
Right.
Okay, remind me of Cole's personnel file,
if I ever get cocky.
Why?
Paramedic of the Year, four citations for valor,
performance evaluations that sound like his mother wrote it.
All at Harlem?
Yeah. He's had several opportunities to transfer.
Refused them all.
Oh, and did I mention he attends church regularly
at the Living Brotherhood Ministry?
Boy from the hood does good.
Yo, Viv, check this out.
He's withdrawn $12,000 in the last couple weeks.
Yeah, well, that might explain why he didn't
have the money for the condo.
Yeah, but it doesn't explain why he needed the money.
Could be drugs.
It says here that his mother died of a drug overdose.
Family history can be a bitch.
Thanks.
You understand our deal, right?
Yeah. I talk to y'all in private at your spot,
and so long as I didn't do nothing to that paramedic,
stuff here doesn't connect to my other charges.
Exactly.
So you were with Cole Warren
the night of your transport to the hospital?
The black dude. Yeah.
And, uh, the white guy was driving.
What about at the scene?
Who else was there besides the kid you faxed
to the morgue? Yo, them murder charges is bogus.
I don't know who shot that fool.
Right.
So it was just you and Cole on that side of the street?
Nah, nah.
There was this other dude, came out of nowhere,
talking crazy, trying to crump me.
He shot me. I can't believe he shot me.
Okay, okay, listen.
You got to be quiet, man.
The more you talk, the more blood
you're gonna pump out. Hold still.
I'm trying to keep pressure on this.
Look at me. Am I gonna die?
Nah, man, you're not gonna die.
Hey, what are you doing? You saving him?
Huh?
He's a damn murderer! Let him die!
Okay, man, look, you need
to step back, okay?
Bleed out, son of a... Hey, hey!
Go home!
Now, this guy that was trying to crump you, did you know him?
Never seen him before.
I figure he just some punk-ass fool from Lenox
trying to gain position on a warrior like myself.
You know, being incapacitated and all that.
Do you think you could use
that warrior-like mind of yours to describe him?
I owe your boy a solid for saving my life so...
Yeah, I can remember him.
In that neighborhood, this can't be the first time
he pissed somebody off because he saved the wrong guy's life.
Okay, well, let's cover the gang angle
and look at the old paramedic files.
And call the NYPD Gang Division.
See if they can help us.
Okay.
Hi.
There's a change.
I didn't know where to send them.
So, I thought I'd bring them here.
Beautiful.
Thank you.
How are you doing?
Good, you know.
Got a pulse.
You?
Some good days, some bad.
Random outbursts help.
Then I'm doing great, 'cause I've had about ten meltdowns
with the V.A. trying to arrange
my father's funeral.
Well, after Max's, I'm a bit of an expert.
So, if you need help.
Got any pull with a bugler?
You know, the military,
they promise you one thing, and then the next thing
you know, you have to choose between a tape recording of taps
and some guy holding a digital horn.
I think playingtaps is out of my league, sorry.
You know, I'd really like you to come.
Of course.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just let me know.
I will.
I've got a 10:00.
Thanks for coming in. Sure.
Call if you need anything.
I will, thank you. Okay.
You getting anything off Cole's old reports?
Yeah, that being a paramedic in that neighborhood is hell.
Stabbings, shootings, a dozen DOA's a week.
Do you know the guy that Duane said tried to attack him?
Yeah. He's not a gang member.
Well, then what was his beef with Duane?
Well, there was another gang shooting
on that block a week ago,
and one of the bullets killed his daughter.
ELENA: Mr. Burnett, we are very sorry for your loss.
Very sorry.
She was watching TV.
And she's dead... because I couldn't afford for her
to have a safe place to live.
No, it's not your fault, Mr. Burnett.
It's those gangbangers running around out there with guns.
Or the paramedic who saves them.
When I heard those shots again, I just lost it.
I wanted somebody to pay for Angela's death!
We know you went to the hospital,
'cause we saw you on the security camera.
What were you doing there?
I thought that I could give the police a report.
See if the shootings connected up to Angela.
But I didn't see him.
Well, this is the paramedic
that you fought with that night.
Did you see him later?
Yeah.
I was outside the E.R.
I went straight to my shift at the warehouse.
You can check.
Could you see what was handed to him?
No.
It rolled, but I didn't see it.
So the hospital's security cameras
angle towards the intake ramp.
From this camera all you get
is Cole leaving the E.R.
But this is from the parking lot across the street.
I got your guy right here.
All right can you get me a POV
for the guy inside the car?
Good.
Make a picture of that.
I want to circulate it. Right. Done.
Is there any way
we can see what he's handing off to Cole?
Not from this angle, but...
there's a second camera on the lot.
I think...
That's a lot of dough.
What the hell is Cole doing taking money from a gangbanger?
Maybe Cole takes money from the Tombs
in exchange for top service,
then he lets the Lennox Crew bleed out.
Yeah, but on the tape
he didn't even look as if he wanted to take the money.
Maybe he said no and that's why he's in trouble.
ELENA: Listen to this.
The guy driving the car is Orlando Davidson.
Drug trafficking
and assault.
And guess who he used to run with as a teenager?
Oh, Cole was a gangbanger?
Yes. How'd you find that out?
Well his juvenile records are sealed,
but a cop friend of mine hooked me up.
So, have we gotten hold of this Orlando?
No.
He's gonna be hard to track.
What was the name of the church that Cole attends?
Living Brotherhood Ministry.
Okay, well, six months ago,
Cole gave $1,000 to an anti-gang program they run.
Why not just tell his girlfriend
that's where some of the money went?
Because he never told his girlfriend about his gang past.
I started the program seven years ago
after my son was shot walking home from school.
I'm sorry about that, Reverend.
There are a lot of people who lost loved ones.
I'm fortunate to have this as an outlet for the pain.
I understand that Cole helped you fund your work?
He gave more than money; he gave his time.
Men with jobs in this neighborhood gleam like gold.
He's been a great role model.
Did he ever tell you
he used to run with the Tombs as a teenager?
He didn't like to talk about it much,
but, yes, he confided in me.
You think there's a possibility
that he could've gone back to that life?
Absolutely not!
If anything, it was just the opposite.
Good rhythm.
Look at you, Trevor.
You got a natural gift for this, man.
You really think you could save somebody's life doing this?
A two-year-old in a bathtub just last week.
Oh, how'd that feel?
Oh, man, that felt great.
MAN #1: What's up, O?
MAN #2: What's up? What's up, dawg?
Keep doing it, man.
You're looking great.
What's up, man?
What's up, Cole?
Chillin', cuz. You know, I'm doin' my thing.
You really think any of these fools is gonna Lazarus somebody?
Well...
as you can see, some are catching on.
Look, man, I was just wondering
if you could just chill on that for a minute?
Look, it's hard for chest compressions
to compete with a cell phone.
You know what I'm saying?
You starting to make getting in my face a habit.
You telling me to leave?
No... no, man.
I'm just asking for a little space for these boys.
That's all.
Yeah, a'ight.
Show 'em your stuff.
Appreciate it.
Catch up with you later, homes.
Fo' sure.
Cole was seen with Orlando Davidson last night
right before he went missing.
We think there's a possibility that they're working together.
I don't believe that.
Okay, do you know where I can find Orlando?
Somewhere out there on the street.
That's all I can tell you.
Thank you.
Oh, boy.
Remember that page Cole's girlfriend told us about?
Yeah.
Okay, I just got his pager records.
Someone called him from a pay phone at a convenience store,
in the middle of Tombs territory and sent him a message.
But it's just four numbers:
triple six, four.
So I'm thinking maybe some kind of a gang code.
Or slang?
I tell you what.
I'll take the gang files, if you'll take the slang.
It's an addendum to a will.
So, it's just witnesses, attestation clause...
it all looks kosher.
Yeah, but he made this decision
the day his doctor told him he had kidney failure.
Now his lawyer's telling me
that this is legal and binding.
But it doesn't affect the rest of the will.
It's just the funeral.
What funeral?
I'm gonna torch him and put him in a jar?
You know, he did have Alzheimer's.
You could find a judge
who might rule diminished capacity.
Old bastard, he just did this to torture me.
Well, it's working.
I just want what's right. For whom?
Why do you always do this?
Do what?
Make an easy answer complicated.
I'm a lawyer?
Goes with the training?
Could you knock it off?
There you go.
There you have it.
I'll do this.
I'll get back to you.
Okay.
Viv.
Hmm.
I need your help. Okay.
I have gone through all of the gang members
in this neighborhood, okay.
I've gone through birthdays,
prison numbers, apartment numbers...
None of them match.
I mean, what am I missing here?
You know, because if it's just some random personal code,
then we're completely lost.
Okay, all right.
Now, what about... letters?
For example, six would be M-N-O.
M, N and O.
What about... all right,
we got a Mike here
who's listed as a member of the Tombs.
All right so that would be six, four...
Nope, not six, four.
What about a Nathan?
Six-two.
Nope, okay, what about a Monique.
Okay, six-six-six.
Yep, that's it.
Six-six-six-four.
ELENA: Monique, we know that you paged Cole
two weeks ago.
Triple-six-four spells out the beginning of your name.
A lot of names start like that.
DANNY: Yeah, but you're the one that was identified
by the clerk at the convenience store, Monique.
He remembers you making the call
because you cursed him out
for not giving you a free cigarette.
They charged a buck fifty for a loosey!
So... so you were there?
And you did page Cole.
Ain't no law against that.
You have a beef with Cole, hmm...
a fight that you want to take
to the next level, Monique?
I didn't do nothing to him.
No, well, did somebody get shot
and that's why you were calling Cole?
So he could come over
and patch them up?
It was a ten-ten.
Who got jumped in?
My boyfriend, Trevor.
He got beat bad.
I didn't know who else to call.
I'm glad you paged me.
Trevor... hey, look at me.
Man, go away.
Nobody told you to come here.
Yeah, well, you let ten fools beat on you for ten minutes.
Now you're in a gang.
Took it like a man.
Nobody got over on me.
Yeah, but you're smarter than this, Trevor.
This beat down alone could've killed you.
Man, there's a lot of ways out here to die.
What are you doing?
Trevor, we were working this, man.
Why would you come out of the plan now?
Talk to me.
I was just playing hoops.
Stole the ball
from this guy and he tripped.
I laughed, you know, just messing.
Didn't know he was Lenox Crew.
He swore he'd kill me.
Orlando told me if I joined, the Tombs could protect me.
Hey, look at me, man.
I got a job, Trevor, all right?
I'm not packing weed.
I'm not running guns for Orlando so he could get a nice new ride.
It can happen.
Out here?
On 115th?
Nah, nah.
I need an insurance policy and you can't be it.
ORLANDO: Yo, Trev.
Yo, Trevor.
No, no.
No, don't do this.
I ain't got no choice.
DANNY: Do you know where Trevor is now?
No.
I haven't heard from him since yesterday.
His mother is out of town on a job.
I have a key to his place.
I could give it to you.
Apartment is clear.
Told you Trevor wasn't here.
I mean, you could've found that out without dragging me.
Okay, is he your boyfriend?
Is he?
Yeah.
Because we thought that you'd want to help us find him.
And I understand that you're just trying to stay out of trouble,
but listen.
Keeping quiet is not gonna help.
DANNY: Monique, we know that you didn't give us
the keys to the apartment
because you like doing favors for the FBI.
Did you think we were gonna find a body here?
DANNY: Not telling us
what you know about a murder or a kidnapping
makes you an accessory,
which means that you're gonna go to jail for a very long time.
It doesn't matter that you're 14 years old.
Do you understand that?
So,
you want to start over?
Okay.
Cole was here last night.
He was looking for Trevor.
I gave you $10,000, Lando.
Why not just take it?
'Cause I changed my mind.
Li'l' homie gonna make a real good soldier.
Don't let his cartoon-watching ass fool you.
Look, come on, man.
I told you what his teacher said.
The only time I've heard the word "potential"
used so many times is when they were talking
about your skinny ass.
Now look, man, I'm asking you
as a favor for
old times sake, don't do this.
Man, why you keep plucking at them old memory strings?
Waking and baking, yeah, it was cool.
Yeah, we were like brothers, man.
And that's the word you keep forgetting: "were."
Why do I owe you anything?
You jump off and now you come strutting back?
Everybody all looking up at you with your fancy equipment.
Well, Trevor, that's my equipment.
So you need to step off.
I can't do that.
Look, Trevor has a chance.
Let him take it.
How does that feel, huh?
Your fancy training gonna save you now?
Hey, Trevor.
Li'l man!
Cole here wants to rescue you.
You wanna be alone?
Fly free on the streets?
Trevor, don't listen to him. Shut up!
Huh?
No.
Then hold this for me.
Gotta go.
Now, show me what you made of, li'l man.
That was it.
Orlando left.
Trevor told me to go, too.
And you haven't heard from Trevor since?
Nah, I was hoping you guys could find him
before he did something stupid.
What do you think happened to Cole?
You know.
I'm sorry we had to pick you up
at your baby momma's house.
Next time don't hide behind your lady's skirt,
okay, Orlando?
Didn't know y'all was looking for me.
Well, we were.
Where the hell is Cole?
I don't know what you're talking about.
We know you were at Trevor's apartment last night.
Who'd y'all talk to?
Crackhead
She hallucinates.
We didn't find crackhead-ho Monique.
Now, what we did find was a lot of people
that were very excited about helping us move you
to a federal address.
You know, I think you put your boy Trevor up to killing Cole.
What? You ain't got nothing to say about that?
What you think?
Well, if you have nothing to say, then you're free to go.
Because we don't need you.
Come on, go.
What?
Trevor's 14 years old.
How far do you think
a 14-year-old with a dead body's gonna get?
That was good-- covering for Monique.
Thanks.
I wanna tell you something.
I don't think we should put this guy back on the street.
Listen, NYPD's gonna trail him.
We're good.
I'm telling you.
We're good.
Hello.
Hi.
I got your message, obviously.
Thanks for coming.
Yeah, no problem.
Can I get you something?
Uh, yeah.
It's just water.
Ooh. Um, vodka tonic, please.
Thanks.
It's a little early in the day for that, don't you think?
Hmm, well, you did invite me to a bar.
Good point.
I probably should've ordered one myself.
So, have you thought about your father?
Well, I'm torn.
Between honoring the last wishes of a crazy, old man
or giving him the final flying finger.
I know, it's stupid.
I did look into it.
And, uh, you can overturn his decision if you want.
Really?
But I wouldn't recommend it, Jack.
Why not?
Your dad's dead, Jack.
You have to let go.
Yeah, well, I will certainly take that under advisement.
You know what? I want to, um...
I want to apologize for this morning.
Oh, yeah.
I was so out of line.
I have no idea what came over me.
I just, look, I don't even think of you that way.
You know what? That did not come out
the way I wanted it to come out.
I'm sorry.
I understand.
You know what I mean. I just..
Hang on a second. Sorry.
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Gotta go.
Yep, I, uh...
I have to go.
And, uh...
I'm really sorry about, uh, what happened and...
it was really inappropriate...
for me to do that.
And now it's over.
Really?
You know we could talk about...
No.
It doesn't matter. Okay.
Um...
So, we're good?
We are.
Has Orlando called Trevor?
Yeah, he made three calls in a row
to the same number the second he left the building.
He's worried about where the kid dumped the body.
All right, guys. I got the number he called.
I'm just triangulating the location from this signal.
All right, I got it.
Where is he?
Uh, the signal's coming from Edgecomb Hospital.
That's where Cole went missing.
I recognize him.
Cole brought him on a run with us once.
Seemed like a bright kid, but I haven't seen him since.
What time did you go back on duty?
About a half hour ago.
Just getting the equipment ready for the next run.
What's up?
I left the door to the bus open.
Now it's closed.
Where's Cole?
Hey, man, I don't know, dawg.
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Come on out.
Easy.
You were the last person to see Cole alive
and I know Orlando told you to kill him.
You help us, we'll help you.
Aw, man, I swear.
I didn't do nothing. I didn't kill Cole.
Move out. Let's go!
You really think that's gonna keep my blood from splattering?
You, shut up! I gotta think.
Right. Right.
Think.
But not about how you're gonna clean up this mess
from shooting me,
but how your life will never be the same if you do this.
Yo, I said shut up!
You're not a killer, Trevor.
What do you know about me?
Well, I know a killer would've shot me already,
been at the refrigerator looking for something to eat.
I'm warning you.
I know a killer wouldn't spend time
over a dummy practicing to save a life.
What the hell do you know?
You got out.
Never made your bone.
Yeah, I did.
I thought killing someone would make me a man, too.
It was me and Orlando.
We were waiting.
We do this thing, man, we in.
Solid gold, homes.
Tombs forever.
So, how 'bout him?
Orders are civilian male.
Show him no mercy.
He it then.
I killed him.
And all he was doing was walking home from school.
Yo, Orlando already told that story with him
doing the shooting.
I know. I let him.
Because the only story I had to tell
was how I puked every night.
And how I couldn't get his face out of my head.
And how I could hear his family crying no matter where I was.
Come on, Cole. Turn around.
Why?
If you shoot me,
you will see my face
every night for the rest of your life.
whether I turn around or not.
So, go ahead, man.
Make your bone.
What if I want to get out?
How can I?
Orlando will kill us both.
You let me worry about that.
Let go.
It's okay, man.
Cole came up with a plan--
a school I could go to, live there.
Get out that neighborhood.
He was going to pay for the first year.
Where is he now?
I don't know.
He told me to come here.
Ask y'all for his key to his place in Tarrytown,
then go there and wait.
And de didn't say where he was going?
He said he had to go see somebody.
Stay put. Watch him.
So we were both right. This guy's a killer.
Who turned his life around.
I just hope it's not too late, Viv.
Okay, bad news.
You know the tail on Orlando?
Mm-hmm.
NYPD lost him.
Okay, I checked the records
on unsolved murders in Harlem from eight years ago.
The young man who Cole killed, I think this is him.
Reverend Hovis' son.
So where's Cole?
Where is he?
I don't know.
I'm going to ask you one more time.
Where is Cole?
He came by.
I wish he hadn't.
Cole, what's going on?
The FBI was just here.
One of the boys told me Orlando's trying to hurt you.
I know. I crossed him,
so now he wants to kill me.
Should I call the police?
No. Orlando doesn't matter.
Reverend, I came here today because, um...
if something does happen to me,
I need you to know that, uh...
Know what, son?
Don't call me that, okay?
Okay, okay. Calm down, Cole.
Believe me, I've heard the worst
of what's in men's souls. Anything...
I killed your son.
What?
I shot Miles.
I'm the one that killed him.
No.
Look, I came to his funeral
and I don't even know why.
But when I heard you preach,
it just changed me.
After that, I swore that I would try
and make up... Make up?!
You think by stitching up those hoodlums makes up
for kill my boy?!
No, no, no, that's not what I meant.
Get out of my face! Get out!
Reverend, look, I don't...
I don't expect your forgiveness.
I got to catch a bus.
That's the address of where I'll be.
Whatever you need to do.
That was it. He left.
I know I should have called you.
What was the address?
Some place in Tarrytown.
And nothing happened after Cole left?
No.
Your Bible got knocked over.
Why didn't you pick it up?
Hmm?
You know, I've been going to church my whole life,
and on a normal day
there isn't a holy man alive
who'd leave his Bible on the floor.
Here,
take your Bible. Take it.
What did you do to Cole?
I gave Orlando the address.
How long ago was this?
About an hour ago.
All right, there's the bus.
He must have gotten in early.
And there's Cole and Orlando.
Let's go.
Get out of here. Get out, get out, get out.
We were best friends, man.
We were. Come on.
Drop the gun! FBI!
Everybody move clear!
Did you find Trevor?
Everybody's okay.
Orlando, put the weapon down.
No one needs to get hurt.
Come on, Orlando.
It doesn't have to go down like this, cuz.
Drop the weapon, Orlando.
Blood out, cuz.
This is Agent Delgado.
I need an ambulance, please. Now.
You're gonna be all right.
Is Tre... is Trevor okay?
Trevor's fine.
Don't talk. Shh.
I... I...
I... made by his form... at his school, okay?
Cole, shh.
Tell him the money, the money...
Trevor.
Are you excited about your new school?
No.
Well, you should be.
This is a big opportunity for you.
Did Cole give this to you?
You wanna make him proud of you, don't you?
Well, here's your shot to do that, so don't blow it.
Office. Cell.
Whatever you need, you call me day or night.
Nobody makes it alone, Trevor.
Nobody.
Hi.
Ah.
He looks good.
You don't think so?
Yeah.
He will like that.
Thank you.
Hope you're happy.