Winnie?
Winnie!
Where were you? Just making some copies.
I need the briefing room.
Team Three's prepping a warrant.
Tell them to brief somewhere else.
You let him get the drop on you. I let him get the...
You should've... I was covering you!
Hey, hey, cool it!
Winnie, those files come in?
I'm working on it. Winnie?
I know, whatever it takes. No talking to witness officers
I heard you the first time. until you've made a save!
Sam! You were with him, man.
Don't talk to witness officers. Sam, you gotta listen to me.
Where you going, Sam?
I'm gonna shower and go home.
We're not done here. Maybe I am.
We gotta debrief. I got nothing to say.
That's not an option. Get in there now!
You okay? KOWALSKI: This is the subject, Officer.
Yeah, I heard you the first time.
I'm good. Eddie, give the man your statement.
The rest of you, let's go!
Thank you.
Winnie, no one in there until this is done. Okay.
Winnie, the files. Yeah.
Come on.
(keypad beeps)
(door slams shut)
DEMOLITION EXPERT: The key's gonna be bringing down the stands.
SUIT: Few sticks of dynamite.
You're gonna need more than dynamite.
Whatever, just get it for next week.
My guys can't do it next week.
Then get new guys.
I can't get new guys. No one wants this job.
Okay, I get it, I hear you.
A building like this, a heritage building.
So beige, so square and...
so much better when my big glass tower
is growing right out of the middle.
DEMOLITION EXPERT: Word of advice?
Might want to watch what you say. Why?
This place is like a temple to these guys.
Morning. Morning.
Tell me again the last time your guys made the finals.
Refresh me. That's not the point.
Wasn't it half a century?
42 years.
Yeah, might be time to move on.
So...
you're telling me these stands are load bearing.
(gunshot) Hey!
Help me, help me!
(gunshots) Get him out of here, come on!
WINNIE (over radio): Hot call, shots fired, Godwin Coliseum.
(sirens blaring)
(cocking gun)
PARKER: We got it, buddy, thanks.
How you doing?
I've been better. You were in there?
Yeah, I'm the, uh, demolitions supervisor.
You get a visual on the shooter? No, but we weren't
looking around; we got out of there fast.
You get a sense of what direction the shots came from?
No. The place is huge.
A lot of concrete, echoes, and like I said,
You were getting shot at,
you weren't thinking detail, I get it. No, I'm sorry.
Those the, uh, the blueprints to the Arena?
Yeah. Do you mind?
All right, see you later.
SUIT: This is a frickin' nightmare!
I understand, sir, getting shot... How long's it gonna take
If you can tell us... you to nail this guy?
I need to get my men in there. Sir, we're asking you again,
are you sure you can't recall any detail,
where the shots came from?
I didn't see anyone, all right? Why don't you get in there
and put my tax dollars to work? May I?
Absolutely.
What the hell are you doing?
What you can't tell us, your wound will.
Ow, damn it!
Small bore, downwards strafe.
Shot came from somewhere high.
Which way were you facing? What?
Relative to the front door, which way were you facing?
That way. Okay, so, west.
So the shots came from around here somewhere.
Yep. Thank you, sir.
Best wishes for a speedy recovery.
WORDY: I've got uniforms on every door.
Nobody's been in or out.
The guy's likely in there.
Could be more than one guy.
So, everybody else is out of the building?
Security company says so.
There's one guard unaccounted for
but he's on end of shift, probably gone home.
They're trying to confirm. All right, good.
Let's keep it contained.
Jules? Copy that.
I'm gonna find you a place to Command Post inside.
Copy.
Eddie?
April 2nd, 1957. You know who played here?
Memphis Flash.
Boss, focus.
The King!
Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold.
Infrared sensor.
(gunshot)
Everyone's good? Good. Good, no harm.
(three gunshots)
Same impact point, each shot.
It's rigged to go when someone walks across it.
It's out of ammo.
Clever. Yeah, takes a bit of know-how.
That matches the angle of the bullet wound.
That rifle's somewhere in the northeast.
I'm guessing somewhere in the blues.
Okay, you and Leah, check it out.
Low and slow.
So, no shooter.
But we got a booby trap.
Which means we may have more.
Sarge, there's a secure room, east entrance.
Some kind of VIP lounge.
Copy that, we'll Command Post there.
The Stoves Club Lounge. Players and brass only.
I always dreamed of getting in there.
Pretty open. Yeah.
The gun's right there.
Ready? Yeah.
Cover me.
Jules, I got a serial number.
Great, I'll run it through the registry.
Everything you dreamed it was, Wordy?
You can still smell the cigars.
All right, we got a lot of ground to cover.
Boss, what are you thinking profile-wise?
Lots of people not happy to see this place go.
So, what, you shoot somebody over a building?
It's not just a building.
Besides Elvis in '57, you got Winston Churchill,
the Beatles three times, 70 years of pro-hockey,
people met here, people married here...
Right, a big emotional investment.
A lot of motives.
So, who's pushed far enough to do something about it?
All right, I gotta get inside of that rink.
If he's set more traps, that's where they're gonna be.
Where the heart beats.
Go careful, Eddie.
Okay, Wordy, grab the ball cam.
ED: Sam, Leah, how's your vantage?
About 80 percent.
We're almost blind on the north side.
Sarge, I got a hit on the rifle.
Belongs to a Max Dykstra, downtown address.
Okay, let's send some uni's over there.
I got a guy there on the way now,
I'm gonna try and get some more background on this guy.
You got anything on him besides the address?
No record, but he's a retired hockey player.
One year pro, 1978.
That's good news, Jules. Eddie, we may have
a line on the subject. Copy that. Wordy?
Let's see if he's left us any more surprises.
This place is massive.
Lots of shadows.
Okay, clear.
Let's move in a foot at a time.
We're looking for laser,
trip mechanisms, wires.
(gunshots)
Back, back, back!
(gunfire)
Eddie, talk to me.
I'm good. Wordy? Uh-huh, no harm.
That's live fire.
We got an active shooter.
He's here.
Captioning sponsored by CBS
Those are targeted shots?
He's here.
He's watching.
Sam, Leah, what do you got?
SAM: Ricochet mark on the south end.
Could be above us, could be below us.
Didn't see any muzzle flash.
He's in our blind spot.
SPIKE: Okay, could be the catwalk, could be the gondola,
could be the grey seats, it could be the greens.
PARKER: Okay, we don't see anything on the cam.
We gotta regroup and contain,
take this piece by piece.
JULES: Sarge, the owner of the rifle.
PARKER: Yeah, Jules, what?
He was at home.
Then who's firing on my team?
It's his hunting rifle; he says someone must have stolen it.
Claims not to know that it was missing.
And you believe him?
Ex hockey-player, hockey coach.
His rifle goes missing?
You know what we call that in the police business?
"Hinky"? Hinky!
Interrogate him. Uniforms are bringing him in.
MAN (voice echoing over P.A.): Your unit is trespassing.
Leave the building immediately.
I repeat, you are trespassing.
Leave right now.
Okay, the wires run into the Press Gondola.
It's gotta be the announcer booth,
northeast corner. Okay.
Eddie, we're going up there.
Ed, you can get at it from the south,
but you gotta be careful, okay?
It's a long corridor, and it's exposed.
Copy that. On our way.
ED: Sam? SAM: We can cover you;
he still might be in there.
(sighs) Ready?
Yeah. Clear.
Ed, you at the door yet?
Door's closed.
Sam, keep this hallway covered.
Clear.
Ready.
This guy wants to talk, let's talk.
This is Sergeant Greg Parker with the Police...
SPIKE: Hold on.
He's cut the wires.
Boss, I don't think he wants to talk. All right.
Who the hell is this guy?
Thoughts?
Young voice. Sounds under 30.
He mentioned the word unit.
Maybe there's a military connection.
Or he knows we're the Strategic Response Unit.
WORDY: I.R.'s a pretty
sophisticated device for a civilian.
Okay, Jules, let's look into any recently returned vets.
That's a pretty wide net.
Cross-reference guys with
criminal records.
(phone ringing) Boss, are you calling me?
What? No.
Yeah?
MAN (on phone): Why are you still here?
I'm glad you called.
It's Ed Lane from...
Get your unit out of here.
That was him. Where'd you leave your phone?
On the table at Command Post.
You're sure? Yes, I'm sure!
There's only one way in there.
And we left uniforms on the doors.
ED: Let's go! Let's go! Let's move it!
Officer, has anyone walked
through that door in the past five minutes?
No, sir.
What's this guy, walk through walls?
Stack it up.
Go.
Ready? Yup.
Sam?
Boss, give me a hand.
He may have left us a heat print.
He touched the wall right there.
(whispers): Straight ahead.
Down the rabbit hole. ED: Spike?
No rabbit hole on the floor plans. PARKER: All right.
He's got the upper hand. He knows this place inside out.
All right, we're gonna need more intel, or he's gonna spend
the afternoon using this place as a shooting gallery.
WORDY: When I was a kid,
the ushers used to tell us about hidden rooms and passages.
Mostly retired guys.
Took the job so they could see the games for free.
If anybody'd know, it'd be them. Jules?
I'll find someone.
We should follow his trail before it cools.
It's a confined space. We don't know where it goes.
Yeah, but it's either that,
or we sit around waiting for Grampa
to show us to our seats. I'll go with him.
All right. No unnecessary risks.
And strict noise discipline.
(door squeaks open)
(beeping)
Spike,
I got a door on the left. Anything?
You're still off the grid.
"Deny, defeat and rise..."
WORDY: "Deny defeat and rise on victory's wings."
That's the dressing room.
Oh, I've got goosebumps.
I'm not even a hockey fan.
(exploding)
Fall back! Go! Go! Go!
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Sam, Leah, status.
Sam, talk to me!
Status! Status!
No! No! Don't let it touch you!
Move! Move! Move! Water!
Get the water. Let's get the water now.
(overlapping shouting)
Over here! (overlapping shouting)
Wordy! Wordy!
Come on!
Come on now! Bring it now!
Put it in now!
(sighs)
I got to get this off.
What the hell is it?
Phosphorous.
Who gets their hands on phosphorous?
A lot of stuff you can get on the black market,
but white phosphorous?
Afghanistan. Leftovers
from the war with the Russians.
So this guy is military.
Didn't break the skin. You're gonna be okay.
PARKER: And if it had?
It would have gone in the bloodstream.
It would have damaged his organs. Son of a bitch.
JULES: Winnie cross-referenced
recent vets with criminal records.
I have 37 names. ED: We need a shorter short list.
They let guys with records enter the military? No.
They get their records after they come home.
JULES: Domestic disturbance,
assaults, DUI, possession of controlled substances...
PARKER: It's about recklessness and aggression,
and a lack of impulse control.
Trying to feel something again, or not feel something.
Okay.
Jules, one of those 37 vets might be taking this
personally.
I'm looking for a connection.
Sergeant Parker?
Yeah. You sent for...
Charlie Howard.
I used to be
an usher here '77 to '98.
Hey, Charlie.
Sergeant Parker, SRU. Thanks for coming.
Sergeant Parker, can I get something straight?
Uh, somebody's trying to stop this demolition,
and you want me to help you stop him?
Yeah, we hear you, Charlie,
but it's his methods that we're not happy about.
His methods, Charlie-- live fire,
chemical assault against my team.
Okay, I got you.
PARKER: And he's a step ahead of us
because he knows every inch of this place.
You mean, he's been squatting here?
That's a fair assumption.
Wow.
Maybe he found the bunker.
The bunker?
Daniel Godwin's secret apartment. I only saw it once.
I mean, the man liked his privacy.
Can you show us where it is? Well, no. Hey, not on any map.
Like I said, I only saw it once, and that was...
Wow. Toronto versus Pittsburgh. '87.
Let me guess. We lost?
Hey! Sorry.
All right, Charlie this is important here, okay?
Do you remember where?
I just remembered it was near a concession stand.
There's 24 concession stands.
Well, let's get out there.
You know, the old muscle memory'll kick in.
No, it's too risky, Charlie.
Look, I got to be on my feet.
All right, trust me-- I'll know it
when I feel it.
All right, we take him in diamond formation
through the concession stands.
They got great visibility.
He'll be safe.
Okay.
Wordy, Leah, Sam, let's go.
Hey, let me try him on the cell phone.
Maybe he'll talk to me.
You okay if I keep Sam? Spike?
Yeah. All right, Charlie,
let's get you dressed. Guys, let's go.
Hey, Jules, I'm sending a text to the boss's phone.
This guy picks up, are you gonna be able
to patch it into the headset?
No problem.
Okay.
(phone rings)
(laughs)
(beeping tones)
(text alert tone)
(phone rings)
Charlie?
No.
I know there was a sign, but that's not it.
(phone ringing)
(text alert tone)
Braddock.
AKA Badass Junior.
That's right.
What do I get to call you?
What are you doing in my A.O.?
Oh, just keeping the peace.
Braddock,
I need you to un-ass this area.
Copy that.
I just need to know that everything's gonna be okay.
(whispers): Hockey connection.
I'm not gonna say it again.
I'm just glad to be back in this place again.
I haven't been here since the '94 playoffs.
Chicago, game five.
You see that game?
I would have frickin' killed to see that game.
But I had a tournament in Hamilton.
Get out of here.
You must have been, what, Bantam, Peewee?
Atom.
I didn't have a choice.
Team needed me.
SAM: So, how'd it go in Hamilton?
Was the best we ever played.
Really?
Had to make it worthwhile, right?
Mr. Dykstra?
Have a seat.
What the hell's going on?
My rifle gets stolen,
and I'm the one getting the criminal treatment?
Why didn't you report the theft? I didn't know
there was a theft until you called.
So somebody broke into your garage,
went straight for a concealed rifle,
didn't touch anything else?
That's right.
Or you gave it to someone.
I didn't give it to anyone.
Then who knows where you keep your locked rifle?
Why are you assuming that the...?
Because you're a hockey coach,
and this is a hockey arena.
And I'm not convinced that this is a coincidence.
I wish I could help you.
Well, you're not leaving until you do.
What position did you play?
MAN: All of them.
Really?
Oh, Coach made us cross-train.
Had to think each position, cover
for anyone.
Sounds like my unit.
So why this place?
This place?
(sighs)
This is where anything that ever mattered happens.
JULES: All right, let's talk
about the divisional finals in Hamilton, 1994.
Who was on that team?
I have 37 names of men
who just came back from military services overseas
who had a rocky landing.
It's gonna take me about ten minutes
to get the names of the guys on the teams you've coached,
about three seconds to narrow that down
to one name in common.
(sighs)
Look, there's a young man in there,
and you know him.
And I'm guessing you care about him.
If you don't help me right now...
Darren Kovacs.
Thank you.
Subject's name
is Darren Kovacs.
Thanks, Jules. Winnie,
find me family for Darren Kovacs.
Copy that.
JULES: See if you can get military records, too.
Those could be classified.
Pull strings. Whatever it takes, Winnie.
Got it.
First time I saw him play
was right here at the Coliseum.
It was a novice league fundraiser.
He blew everyone away.
He was eight.
You know, when you're here,
you know what you're for.
If you're on the stands or you're on the ice,
you know what you're for.
You feel like belong, I hear you.
MAX: I took him under my wing,
helped him up the ladder. I mean, he-he was this close
to turning pro.
What happened?
He comes to me one day, and he tells me he wants to go serve
on another team for a while.
You know you can count on your team, you know.
Through all the...
the blood, the sweat, the crap.
That was a promise.
MAX: Broke my heart to see him go.
And-and not just cause of the hockey.
You spend so many hours together.
He was such a damn good kid.
He told me he'd come back.
He came back.
Most of him.
When things got bad over there...
I had one thing that I could hold on to:
I knew I'd be back here one day.
Back at the Godwin Coliseum.
Center ice.
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
"Server Uniforms."
This is it. I'm sure it's in there.
All right, we got a 20 on the bunker.
Let's get a uniform up here.
Send Charlie back through a secured passage.
He sat in my living room there last week.
It was-- it was the first time I saw him since he got back.
I barely recognized him.
And I get back here...
and they're tearing it down?
I lived through all that.
And for what?
Right?
The "Lifestyle Condos" and a parking lot?
He sat there.
He was empty.
It-it was like his mind was somewhere else.
Like he was sleepwalking.
What happened to him over there?
Never told me.
(picking lock)
SAM: Condos and a parking lot.
Just what downtown needs more of, right?
(door unlocks)
Pictures from the front.
Looks like his unit.
Sending a picture.
(computer chimes)
SPIKE: "Syotos." Sam?
No.
He doesn't know, Spike.
Darren?
You there still?
Darren?
You guys must be close. He's not talking.
Hey, guys, guys.
(whispering): Gotta go.
He's on the move.
On three.
One, two, three.
Darren Kovacs!
ALL: Down! Down! Down!
Eddie? ED (over radio): Flashbang.
In pursuit.
SAM: I'm on my way. ED (over radio): Sam, lower concessions.
He's gone down the escalators.
(gunshots)
Anything?
No joy.
He cut the power.
Sarge, I've got Darren's father
on the line. Copy that, Jules.
Eddie? I'm not going in blind
so he can shoot at us again.
We get the power on, we go in after him.
Ed.
Ed, he's been shooting to miss.
You don't know that. He's injured two people today,
Sam, and you're one of them was you. That wasn't personalized.
SAM: Now it is. Sam...?
I've got a connection, boss.
I know where this guy's coming from.
First solution's to talk, right?
You be objective?
I've been SRU over a year.
I think I know how it works. PARKER: Okay, Ed.
Ed, dig in, take cover.
Let's do what we do.
Let's talk him out. Sam?
Yeah, boss?
I'm letting you do this.
Thanks, boss.
And he's not been getting any professional help?
Ah, asking for help's not his thing.
Sounds like your son, um,
grew up with a lot of expectations around him.
Yeah, but it never went to his head.
Darren was always just--
he always afraid to disappoint the people
who believed in him.
That-that's why he worked so hard.
And then when he came back home?
He just cut himself off.
Started-- you know, he wouldn't talk to anybody,
started hitting the drink and picking fights with strangers.
Did he ever tell you why?
Hang on. I'm nearly here.
(dialing)
(phone line ringing)
Braddock?
SAM: Darren.
Where did you get my name?
That's, uh, that's our M.O.
We like to know who we're talking to.
I was in the forces for a couple of years when I was young.
And so was my Dad.
I mean, that's-that's what you're supposed to do.
You serve your country.
But when Darren told me
that he wanted to take his turn...
I wasn't happy.
It was a bright future he was putting on hold.
I knew it.
It killed me to see him do that.
But I always told my son,
"You make your choices."
So, I-I couldn't stand in his way.
Where was he deployed?
Kandahar. (typing)
(computer beeps) Hey.
You found his-his musketeers.
Hey...
It's Howie Carson. His right-winger.
Yeah, little Howie and Jordan and Pete.
Those guys--
they meant everything to him.
What happened in Kandahar?
Well...
he lost them.
DARREN: Yeah?
And what else do you know?
I know what it was like over there.
You know your war.
You don't know mine.
I know.
Everyone's is different.
JULES: Sam. Darren lost
his three closest friends on a patrol near Kandahar.
IED took them out,
and he walked away without a scratch.
Copy that.
You want to know what my war was, Kovacs?
I'm a long-distance marksman.
Sniper?
Yeah.
And I served with a friend, too.
Close friend.
Ben.
He didn't make it.
When I found him,
he'd been hit with a 50 cal.
There was nothing of him left.
Sam, what's your game plan here?
He has to know I understand. PARKER: I get that.
He has to hear that he's not alone. PARKER: Okay.
You don't have to push too hard. SAM: Boss, trust me on this.
This is one I can do.
Kovacs. Is that Hungarian?
Yeah.
"Syotos" mean anything?
No.
DARREN: Me and my guys,
we went everywhere together.
All for one.
But that night,
I was thirsty.
So, I, uh, slowed down to go
for my canteen.
They were 20 paces ahead when the bomb went off.
Darren, you didn't plant that IED.
If it hadn't been for me?
Howie never would have signed up.
He did it for me.
(sniffles)
And now I have his blood on my hands.
And you don't know what that's like.
Yeah, I do.
And the shot that took out Ben?
That was-- that was me.
I was given the order. I was cleared to fire.
And I... I took the shot.
Ben was in the wrong place at the wrong time,
and I killed my best friend
from two kilometers away.
I killed him.
I... I thought I was gonna go crazy,
but I got through it.
You have a place in your mind that you go to
when you can't take it anymore.
(sighs)
When you think you're gonna die?
(sniffles)
And you're thinking you'd rather be dead
than be where you are. Yeah.
Now, for us-- me and Howie--
(sighs heavily)
...this was it.
(sniffles)
We knew if we could just make it back, you know.
We'd close our eyes, and...
we'd imagine ourselves back here
at center ice.
(sniffles)
Now they're gone. (sniffles)
Howie's gone.
They're not going to let me back in there.
And I got nothing here.
I got nothing to see me through.
I thought it was over
for me too, Darren.
I know, okay?
I know.
But I found a different place to go, a different person to be.
That's why I'm here,
so let me help you.
What was your first name again,
Braddock?
It's Sam.
(crying)
I'm tired, Sam.
Then let's get some rest.
Let's do this together.
Okay.
Nicely done, Sam.
All right, let's bring it home.
Now, Darren, I need you to...
I need you to put down your gun.
(uncocks gun)
Okay, I will.
And I need you to come down to the bottom
of the escalator's concession area.
No.
Darren... Center ice.
And it has to be you.
Too exposed.
Darren, I can't.
Center ice.
I'll be there.
Almost there.
Nice work, Sam.
All right, let's do this.
Not without cover.
Boss?
Bring me Sam's rifle. Leah, spot me.
Spike, Wordy, you cover Sam.
He's unarmed and in plain view.
Basic precautions, Sam.
He trusts me.
If he sees rifles, what does that tell him?
Okay, but how do we know we can trust him?
Well, there's your first sign.
Yeah.
So after Darren lost his friends, what happened?
Well, they sent him home before his tour was up.
How did he take that?
ANDREW: He wasn't happy.
Uh, he applied to get back into combat,
but the request was denied.
They said he was "no longer eligible."
In position.
You're good to go.
ANDREW: He wouldn't tell me why.
Just that, you know, they were wrong.
He was "a good soldier."
PARKER: Right behind you, Sam. Spike.
But I knew in my gut.
I knew why they wouldn't take him back.
There he is.
Darren.
It's me.
It's Sam.
SAM (over headset): You made the right decision.
We're going to get through this, okay?
DARREN: I'm here!
You see, Sam?
I'm a good soldier.
Get down on the ground! Hands on your head!
Get down on the ground, now! Stop, man, what are you...
What are you doing?
Think about this.
You don't need
to do this. PARKER (over headset): Sam, stop.
Well, think about what you're doing.
I don't have a shot.
Sam, stay right where you are.
SAM: I promised you we can get through this, but...
ED: Get him to come to you.
Bud...
This is something we can work through.
You just have to... you just have to trust that
we can get through this, okay?
I'm a good soldier.
I needed you to know that.
I know that. Buddy, I...
SAM: You just gotta stay with me, okay?
Please, stay with me.
See you on the other side.
(gunshot)
(body thuds)
Subject down.
Why did you do that?
He wasn't going to shoot.
Could've stuck it out.
Huh?
Weren't gonna shoot, were you?
He wasn't gonna shoot.
He wasn't gonna shoot! (crying)
All right, stay there.
Any weapons? No.
No, I'm a security guard. I work here.
What? I work here. I'm a security guard.
All right, get up.
Shooting started, I just went inside.
It was stupid. It's okay.
As soon as I see him, he sticks
a gun in my back, ties me up
and puts me in a closet. Just now he came back.
He said he's shoot me if I didn't do what he said.
I'm so sorry. It's okay.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah, that's okay.
That's my son. That's my son.
You can't go in. That's my son in there!
You can't go in.
That's my son in there!
(sobbing)
He wasn't going to shoot.
It was an immediate threat.
Took him 30 seconds to turn the tables.
We gave him the upper hand, because we trusted him.
No, I trusted him. You killed him.
Didn't have to be like that.
He was clearly threatening both Spike and you.
JULES: Sam, you did great.
You just, you lost perspective.
You put yourself right in the line of fire.
(shouting over each other)
Do you understand?! I knew him.
PARKER: Okay, what do you think he wanted, Sam?
He wanted to save the arena.
His military files.
Look, he needed a mission
to defend the last place left where things made sense,
where things were fair.
But he wasn't going to hurt me.
We couldn't take that chance.
You've never taken a chance?
I've seen you do it!
SPIKE: He's got a point.
You've done it, I've done it, but the question is,
why'd you do it? For Darren?
Or for Ben?
Maybe you wanted a second chance to save your friend.
PARKER: Jules?
Darren applied to return to service.
He wanted to go back. Why was he denied?
Because they found him "psychologically unfit."
Darren was suffering from post-traumatic stress,
and he wanted to go back.
Sam, what was the last thing he said?
Uh, he said, uh...
"I'm a good soldier."
Roll back the tape.
(remote beeping)
Right there.
The volume.
Now. (Darren speaks indistinctly)
(gunshot)
LEAH: What did he say?
DARREN (on tape): See you on the other side.
(gunshot)
He said, "See you on the other side."
"SYOTOS."
It's a battle cry.
PARKER: Yeah, but not
this time.
He was saying good-bye to you, Sam.
That's why he wanted to go back.
He thought he should have died
with his friends, the first time around.
"I'm so tired."
That's when he knew that it was over.
PARKER: Sam...
His connection with you was real, man.
But he knew what he wanted.
ED: And there's nothing
you could've done, Sam, to change that.
"It has to be you."
He wanted me to kill him.
Come on, Sam.
Ah, that's all right, I get it.
Look...
When I left the field and I joined the SRU,
I didn't want to be a point-and-shoot guy.
I didn't want to take people out from a mile away.
I wanted to... save people.
You know, up close.
And the one guy I should have been able to reach...
I mean, the one guy...
I couldn't.
I wasn't objective. I put my team at risk.
I don't belong here.
¶ Don't go to sleep, child ¶
¶ 'Cause we're doing all we can ¶
¶ And try to make you laugh ¶
¶ And try to make you see ¶
¶ To be the best of everything ¶
¶ And don't go to sleep, child ¶
¶ 'Cause we're doing all we can ¶
¶ And try to make you smile ¶
¶ And try to let you dream ¶
¶ Give you the best of everything... ¶
Doesn't get any easier.
We don't get to win every time.
You got to be at peace with who you are
to get through that.
There's a bunch of guys I know--
they're cops and military guys--
we meet up and we talk
and we help each other keep it together.
Greg and I are going Friday night.
You should come.
¶ 'Cause we're doing all we can ¶
¶ 'Cause I... ¶
¶ Try to let it ¶
¶ Try to let it... ¶
¶ Try to let it go ¶
¶ And I... ¶
¶ Try to let it ¶
¶ Try to let it... ¶
¶ Try to let it ¶
¶ Go... ¶
¶ Try to let it go ¶
¶ Don't go to sleep, child ¶
¶ 'Cause we're all we can ¶
¶ To try to have some fun ¶
¶ Nothing you do is wrong ¶
¶ Give you the best of all the world ¶
¶ 'Cause we're doing all we can ¶
¶ Try to let it... ¶
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