MAN (muffled): Somebody help me!
Help me! Help me! (pounding)
Don't!
(muffled yelling)
Help! Okay, that's it.
Help!
You shut up! No. Please.
Please. You said you'd let me go.
No. We are not done yet.
I know you've been through a lot, and I'm sorry.
Sorry for some bad decisions that you've made? Please. This...
This isn't the way... Or sorry that you don't get to, what?
Just walk away?
I have... I have two little girls.
Please. And a wife.
No!
Somebody! Help!
Stop!
(quiet, muffled groaning)
Mr. Finch?
He's right over there.
Mr. Finch, how are you?
I'm Lee. I'm the branch manager.
Dennis tells me you want to withdraw $40,000, correct?
That's right.
Well, unfortunately, Mr. Finch, the daily
cash withdrawal limit on your account is only $10,000.
$10,000?
That's right.
We could arrange a cashier's check
for the balance, if that works for you.
A check?
Yeah? No.
That really doesn't work.
You see, uh,
I actually need the full amount in cash, so...
Well, we can certainly do that at ten thousand a day.
Look, the thing is, I'm a little short on time.
I'm sure you can make an exception.
It's a perfectly simple transaction.
Unfortunately, Mr. Finch, um, we're a small credit union.
A withdrawal of that size requires 24 hours notice.
So, as I said, if you'd like to come back tomorrow...
No, that's not an option!
Mr. Finch, could I just ask you to lower your voice?
Look, this is my own money.
Okay, it belongs to me.
This is perfectly simple. Okay.
All you need to do is return to me
the money I left in your care,
and I'll be on my way.
I'm afraid that's just not possible.
Make it possible! (woman gasps)
(clears throat)
(Jules humming)
You need a hand?
No, I'm good.
You need a hand with the tie-off?
No. You know, if you'd give it a quarter-twist...
Okay, you know what, Jules?
It's all yours.
Thanks.
Hey, how's Sophie?
She's good.
How's her big belly?
Big.
Did you got a new ultrasound?
No. How'd you do it with Clark?
You know, making the time, this job?
You just... You just do it, you know?
You make the time.
Okay.
PARKER: Not a good subject right now.
What's going on?
Just give him a little space. Space.
Sure. WINNIE: Team One, gear up.
(alarm sounding)
Armed robbery in progress.
Single suspect, white male, 40s, handgun.
(sirens blaring)
Hostages?
At least half a dozen. One witness made it out.
She told a first responder
that the man was screaming at the tellers.
Uh, thought he might be emotionally disturbed.
Kept saying "I want my money. It's my money."
Thanks, Winnie.
You're quiet.
I'm listening.
White male, 40s. I heard her.
How's Sophie?
She's good.
She's staying with her mom, still.
Her mom couldn't come stay with you, huh?
You go up there yet?
I call her.
Hmm. How's that?
She needs her space,
so I'm-I'm giving it to her.
What?
I thought you were a fighter.
So, Jules...
Yeah.
Asking about kids.
Does nothing escape your notice?
(sirens blaring)
SAM: That glass is a problem.
He's gonna see us coming.
Spike, what's on the roof?
SPIKE: If you get up there, you may have access,
but you might have to pop open a roof hatch.
I'll grab a wedge. All right, let's check the back. Let's get up there.
Got a couple more witnesses.
He's working alone, he's emotionally volatile.
He managed to disarm the security guard,
and, uh, he keeps saying "It's my money."
He came unarmed? Yup.
Well, this isn't sounding like a stick-'em-up.
Yeah, more like a really unsatisfied customer,
whose name is Mr. Finch.
Mr. Finch?
Yeah, that's what the staff kept calling him.
Well, you could have said that first, Jules. Spike?
Got it. Mr. Finch.
I'm accessing the credit union records right now,
and I got CCTV coming up, too.
Now, how are you getting that from the truck?
'Cause I'm magic.
'Cause he talked
to the assistant branch manager
who gave him the access code.
And I worked my magic by
asking her nicely.
Here's our way up.
Roger Finch is definitely a customer at this branch.
PARKER: Any criminal records?
Mental health records?
No and no. Record's clean.
Place of work-- Central District High School.
He's a principal.
What about family?
Got a Gina Finch from the same address
who's also got an account here.
Her place of work-- Carlbrook Business Center.
Okay. Carlbrook's is about a block from here.
All right, get the number,
see if she can come down here.
Then call the school.
Maybe they can shed some light on this.
What do you see?
Four angles. Take your pick.
Looks like about 12 hostages.
What? No sound?
It's a pretty basic system.
Video only.
No injuries, though, as far as I can tell.
LEE: Look, I'm-I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.
What is the problem here?
I'm sorry. This is a bank.
No, I... I'm sorry.
I-I told you, the vault locks down.
Then take it out of here.
(grunts) Look, I-I...
Open these right now!
Okay, look, the drawers
lock automatically. The-The...
The cash drops down into a safe...
Then open the safe!
I... (phone ringing)
(murmuring)
It's the police.
PARKER: Roger Finch?
Yes.
How you doing? This is Sergeant Greg Parker. I'm with
the Police Strategic Response Unit.
I need for you to tell these people
to let me take my own money out
of my own account!
Can you do that for me?
$40,000 in cash.
You do that for me, and this'll be over.
Well, is there a reason you need that amount today, sir?
'Cause if someone's pressuring you...
No one's...
Look, I haven't got time for this.
I need for you, as a police officer,
to order these people to let me have my own money.
Then I leave.
Nobody gets hurt.
Okay. I can speak to them.
But I'm gonna ask you first to put the gun on the floor
while I get a dialogue going, okay?
No, I can't do that!
Please, just-just-just... just...
ED: This guy hasn't exactly
thought this out. PARKER: Well, he wasn't expecting
to need a gun today.
SAM: A civilian having
a bad day.
He's no career criminal.
But I'm worried about
that tunnel vision right now.
He mentioned being short on time.
PARKER: He's stressed,
and he's not listening,
'cause his demands aren't being met.
He's erratic and impulsive. We got to get in there now.
SPIKE: If you go to your left,
you should find that hatch.
All right, we're in. Sam?
Hey, boss, this is Roger's wife, Gina.
I don't understand what's going on.
Mrs. Finch, I'm Sergeant Parker.
Have you spoken to your husband today?
Yes, before he left for work.
Any unusual behavior?
No, he was fine.
Please, what's going on? I'm sorry
to say this, ma'am, but your husband
is in that building,
and he's armed.
What?
He's trying to get his hands
on a large sum of money from his account.
Do you have any idea why he would need to do this? No, I don't.
Do you know if he's involved with gambling?
Does he go to the casinos, play the horses? No. Definitely not.
Look, I know this is difficult,
but has he had to borrow any money lately?
You have two kids, right?
Yes, two girls.
Paige and Natalie.
And where are they now?
I-I dropped them off at school this morning.
What school is that?
Rivington Public.
I'm going to send a police officer there now,
just check on them? Is that okay?
Spike, you copy that?
SPIKE: Copy, boss. Okay, I'm sorry,
Mrs. Finch, but we just need to understand
why your husband's gone to such extremes
to get his hands on that kind of money.
No. This has to be a mistake.
Okay, I understand.
Do you mind just stepping
inside the truck for a moment?
I'll join you in a second.
Please don't let anything happen to him.
We don't plan on it, ma'am.
There you go.
ED: Boss,
seconds away. PARKER: Copy, Ed.
Is it wise or not wise to bring his wife into the picture?
Well, if he's hiding something, it could cause a confrontation.
Could escalate him even more.
JULES: Or it could make him think twice
about the consequences of what he's doing.
Let's give it a shot.
Spike, any news on, um, Mrs. Finch's girls?
They're fine. They're at school.
That's great.
Mrs. Finch, I can't
put you on the phone, but I'm going to talk
to your husband in there,
but I'm gonna need your help just to keep him steady, okay?
Sure.
Thank you.
(phone ringing)
(panting)
What?
PARKER: Mr. Finch,
Greg Parker again.
I'm here with your wife.
My w... my wife?
No. No, no, no, I don't want to talk to her.
She's really worried about you, sir,
and she just wants to help figure out...
I've got nothing to say to her! PARKER: That's fine,
Roger. I'm going to do the talking,
but I'd like to be able to explain
to Gina here what this is all about.
We're done! (click)
All right, stand by for aggressive entry.
That's not him.
That's-That's not my husband.
Pardon me?
That's not him. It doesn't even
look like him. Jules.
I'm on it.
PARKER: Team One, new deal.
We have no I.D. on the subject, Officers.
Boss,
if it's not him, who is it?
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(sirens chirping)
(garbled radio transmission)
Finch never showed up at school.
The car's in the parking lot, door left wide open.
We're looking at an abduction.
And stolen identity.
I got advantage, boss. I can take him.
Eddie, we need to take this guy less-lethal.
He's the only one who knows where the real Roger Finch is.
Boss, we don't less-lethal a finger on the trigger.
Then we lose his victim.
(yelling)
(explosive pops, woman yells)
I swear, this is your last chance.
Don't. Don't. Please? You want me to shoot, I'll shoot.
There's nothing I can do.
GUNMAN: I'm not joking!
We've lost visual.
GUNMAN: You hear me?
Boss, we're going in.
(firing, people screaming)
I don't think you're listening to me.
Let's go. Go, go.
(clatters)
(banging)
Police! Right there! Drop the gun! Drop your weapon!
Drop the gun! Drop the gun!
SRU! Drop your weapon! Drop it now!
(firing)
(man screams) Down, down!
Stay down! Stay down! It's over!
(panicked clamoring)
Got him, Sam? (handcuffs clicking)
Yes, sir. Boss, subject's secure.
Copy that, Eddie. Spike, you stand by.
Let's I.D. this guy and find out where the real Roger Finch is.
Got it.
Roger Finch's wallet. And that?
That's Roger Finch's checkbook.
All right. Let's get him up.
Garth Scarrow's wallet.
(phone chirps)
Spike, we've got a positive I.D. of our gunman.
Scarrow. Got it.
ED (over comm): Where is he, Garth?
Garth, where's Roger Finch?
I don't know.
He was abducted from his car earlier today.
Okay. Okay? And here you are
with his what? His wallet and his checkbook?
That's right.
Has he been harmed in any way, Garth?
I don't know.
I found that on the ground near a car.
I figured it was my lucky day.
Get him out of here.
Spike, Scarrow's a plumbing contractor.
SPIKE: Copy.
No criminal record. No meds or mentals.
It must be his first hold-up.
Cross-reference Scarrow's name with Roger Finch's?
You got it.
The gunman is a plumber.
Have you had any work done on your house recently?
No, he didn't... I told you.
I've never seen him before in my life.
Gina!
JULES: Gina, hold on!
What have you done with him? Where is Roger?
PARKER: Wordy, hold up.
Please! Just tell me. Is he alive?
Yeah. He's alive. He's alive. He's safe.
Okay?
That's all I can tell you.
Who's Mark Logan?
Huh? (phone beeps)
You texted him two minutes before we arrested you.
"I'm sorry. Road block."
Who's that?
Let's try this again.
Who's Mark, and what are you sorry for?
I'm sorry I failed, but I'm not sorry I tried.
SPIKE: Boss?
Yeah. Spike, go ahead.
Mark Logan connects me some dots.
Garth Scarrow's daughter Ava is married to a Mark Logan.
Got an address?
Coming up.
Keep him here.
Let's get to the Logans' house ASAP, Eddie.
They're all involved.
They're either holding him or they know where he is.
But they don't know that we know that,
so let's not turn it into a hostage situation.
Stealth and speed, boss.
All right.
No vehicles out back.
No possible rear exit, either.
Copy.
No movement.
Police!
Open the door!
Police! Open up!
Police! SRU! Police! SRU!
SRU! Police!
Bathroom clear!
Basement clear.
Bedroom clear.
Upstairs clear.
Boss, the Logan house is empty.
ED: There's no sign of Roger Finch.
I got cars registered to both Mark and Ava Logan.
Putting out a city-wide APB on both vehicles.
Ed, get a read on the house. ED: Copy that.
Ava Logan. Employment history ends two years ago.
Never completed high school.
Mark Logan,
current employment: warehouse custodian
at Polson Industrial Park.
And aside from two parking tickets,
they're both squeaky clean.
Mark, what's going on?
Your dad texted me. He didn't make it.
Oh, God. Is he... is he okay? I mean, what happened?
I don't know, I don't know. We're going to have
to start thinking ahead, just in case.
CHILD: Dad?
Hey, buddy. How you doing?
Where's Poppy? Mom said he was going to be with you.
Yeah, um, Poppy had some things to do.
But he's gonna meet us later, okay?
He wanted me to tell you to be brave.
I'm brave. (chuckles)
We're due at 3:00.
You ready for this, bud?
Bring it on.
That's my kid.
(man screaming) (pounding)
Mark.
I'll see you later.
Okay? Bye.
Look, you got to go. I know.
They're expecting him. We need to get ready.
Yeah. But how, Mark? We don't have the money.
Don't worry. Don't worry. I'll get it.
How? How are we...
(man screaming) (pounding)
Oh, God.
I'll figure something out, okay?
Come on. Go, go.
(shouting continues) Okay, Chris. Buckle up.
(engine starts)
MAN: Help!
(pounding inside trunk)
Somebody! Help!
WORDY: Got some final notices here.
Looks like their credit cards are maxed out.
So, what? They talk her dad into hitting a bank?
SAM: We might have something.
They have a son, Chris, who's obviously really sick.
There's an I.V. and lots of medication.
Prednisone, methotrexates.
Where are those prescriptions from?
JULES: Uh, a pharmacy at St. Simon's.
I'd say this kid's got leukemia.
They've got all these books on it,
and some of them are pretty advanced.
St. Simon's has got a really good cancer ward.
You know, if they're treating his leukemia there,
I bet they know the parents pretty well.
PARKER: Okay, Jules. That's a good place to start.
Copy. On my way.
Sam, pick up a phone and do a star-98 to retrieve messages.
Try 1234 as a password.
(dialing)
No.
Try the house address.
4427.
No.
Spike, let me try his birthday.
Logan, Chris. Ten-27.
(dialing)
Hey, we got it.
Three messages.
DIGITAL VOICE: To listen, press one.
WOMAN (on recording): Hello, this is the Dovercourt Public Library calling.
DIGITAL VOICE: Next.
SCARROW (on recording): Mark, damn it. Where are you?
Never mind. I'll text your cell.
DIGITAL VOICE: Next.
MAN: Mark, Terrence Brown again.
Look, I'm really sorry, but the price remains the same in cash.
No negotiations.
Plus hotel and expenses during my recovery.
I'm up against the wall Recovery?
myself right now, okay? Surgery.
Bills of my own, and we did have an understanding.
So we'll see you at 2:00 on Friday as planned,
unless I hear otherwise, okay?
Thanks. Bye.
Okay, the only real cure for leukemia
is bone marrow transplant,
but it's hard to find a match.
Yeah, well, it looks like the Logans found one.
He was going to charge them 40 grand.
Well, desperate parents, someone takes advantage.
He mentioned a hotel.
There's a charge for a room at the Traveler's Oasis on King.
Winnie. Yeah, Sarge?
Winnie, send a couple of unmarked units to sit on the
Traveler's Oasis on King with photos of Mark and Ava Logan.
All right?
And have them alert us immediately if they're spotted.
WINNIE: Copy that. We're not going to pick up
the guy who's trafficking body parts?
PARKER: Hey. Right now all the Logans know
is that the bank robbery went south.
As long as they think they can still get what they want,
we can try to predict their moves.
Shut up! Somebody help me!
Help me!
(sirens wailing)
Help me! Shut up!
Help!
(pounding inside trunk)
Help! Okay, that's it.
Help me!
Help!
You shut up! No, no, no. No.
Shut up! Please.
You said you'd let me go.
No. I said I'd let you go when we were done,
and we are not done yet.
Look, look, I know you've been through a lot.
And I'm sorry.
Oh, you're sorry? Sorry for what?
Sorry... sorry for what you've...
Sorry for some bad decisions that you've made?
No, I... Look... Or sorry that you don't get to what?
Just walk away?
Please. This-This isn't the way.
You don't get to say sorry
unless you're willing to make this right.
There's nothing I can do.
There's nothing I can do. There's nothing.
I have... I have two little girls.
Please. And a wife.
Please. I have to think of them.
Yeah. Yeah, you do have a wife and kids.
Help! Somebody!
No!
Somebody! Help!
(grunts)
Gina, do you know a young married couple
named Ava and Mark Logan?
No. I don't think so.
They have a young boy named Chris
who's sick with leukemia.
No. The name isn't familiar.
(cell phone ringing) Oh.
Excuse me. Sure.
(phone beeps on)
Hello?
Yes.
Who is this?
It's-It's him. Okay.
It's okay. I want you to put it on speakerphone
and keep talking to him.
Calmly, okay?
(phone beeps)
Please, just-just tell me what you want.
MARK: $40,000 in cash,
or your husband dies.
You have 30 minutes.
$40,000?
PARKER: Yes. The same amount
that Garth Scarrow was trying to withdraw.
The price of the blood for Chris.
Mark Logan's just turned this
into kidnapping for ransom.
Finch's life in exchange for his son's.
Why would he still be trying to get the money?
'Cause he doesn't know we're on to him
or that we're staking out the donor.
He's got a deadline, guys.
He still thinks he can pull this off.
What, with a botched bank heist
and a kidnapping? WORDY: He's out of time.
He's grasping at straws. My girls were in trouble,
I'd be grasping, too.
All right. So let's pay this guy.
Yeah. Money job's the best way to lure him out.
We let him think that he's going to get everything he wants.
Copy that. Already called downtown.
The money's on its way to us now.
Nice. Well done, boss.
Grab him at the pick-up and we'll make him take us to Finch.
Yes, and he wants us to put the cash
inside a garbage can on the corner of Dundas and Jarvis.
All right. Let's get on it.
We recon the area and get into position.
Spike, let's use traffic cameras
to keep an eye out for Mark's car.
Traffic cameras? Yeah.
Okay.
(typing)
Excuse me.
I'm looking for a pediatric patient-- Chris Logan.
Chris. Sure. He's here now.
Where?
He's in Pre-op, just down the hall.
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
MAN (over P.A.): Dr. Harris to X-ray.
Whoa!
Are you Chris?
Yeah. Who are you?
I'm Jules. I'm looking for your parents.
Are they here? What kind of uniform is that?
Strategic Response Unit.
Are your parents...? That's like SWAT, right?
Pretty much. Except what?
Well, except, uh,
besides the normal SWAT stuff,
we also specialize in, uh, psychological profiling.
Cool. You want to try profiling me? (laughs)
Maybe later. Have you ever seen a dead body?
Yeah, I have.
When you find a dead body, you have to tag and bag, right?
(laughs) You certainly know a lot about cops.
I want to be a cop.
You do?
Or... a doctor.
If I get to live, I want to be a cop or a doctor.
WOMAN: Chris, they didn't have the one you wanted,
but Lily said that...
Ava Logan?
Uh, yes.
I'm Jules Callaghan.
Can I have a... a moment with you out in the hallway?
Sure.
I'll be right outside, okay?
JULES: Your father was just arrested
for identity theft and armed robbery.
Armed? Oh, my God, is he okay?
He's fine.
He's in custody. But right now,
we need to find your husband and Roger Finch.
Uh, I don't... I don't know where they are.
Have you seen Mark today?
I... I...
Um... Ava, your husband
just threatened to kill Roger Finch
if his wife doesn't come up with $40,000
within the next 15 minutes.
(gasps) I don't believe it.
It's not gonna work, Ava.
We know about the money, we know about the donor.
(exhales)
(sobbing)
If you have any idea where your husband is,
please tell us before somebody gets hurt.
I'm sorry, I don't know where he is.
He just... he just said that he would come up with something.
(sighs)
(sniffles)
I don't like it-- it's too exposed,
too many civilians, Wordy.
Clear the area, he'll know something's up.
Okay. Sam?
Heading to the roof on the northwest corner.
How's it coming, Eddie?
Another few minutes, we'll be in place.
Okay, we've got less
than ten minutes from pickup if he's punctual. Spike?
"Hey, Spike, why don't you link up to all the traffic cameras,
"just patch into them?
Do that hooky-hacky-patchy thing you do."
Spike... everything okay?
I'm just saying, that's a lot of cameras,
that's a lot of cars.
I'm trying.
Jules, any news?
Listen in.
We know that it's illegal to pay the donor,
but Chris, he's been on a wait list
for a transplant for over a year,
and his organs, they're starting to fail,
and we... I mean, we could lose him today.
(crying): Today.
How'd you find Brown?
We, uh, we put out a public plea,
a message board and a Web site--
anything to find a match fast.
And then we found one. But he wanted money?
Which he only told us after he got our hopes up.
Because by then we'd... we'd already started believing,
you know, that Chris had a chance.
So... so we begged him, but he wouldn't give his consent
without seeing all of the cash up front.
So we agreed, and it's supposed to happen today.
Aw, Ava, you couldn't have found another way?
We... we tried to re-mortage, but we're already in debt.
Mark had to drop out of med school when Chris got sick.
My father has no money.
Chris, Chris, he doesn't have time
for us to find another way.
Why did you target Roger Finch?
Look, we're-we're not thieves.
So this isn't random.
(sighs)
I knew him from high school.
He was your teacher?
He was...
he was a different person back then, and...
I didn't know any better.
How long were you involved with him?
Mm-mm, it wasn't... it wasn't like it sounds.
It was nothing like it sounds.
He was a teacher, but he was young and...
and one of those guys with...
with a real gift, you know?
That you can talk about almost anything
and shows you beauty that you never saw before.
And you just... you don't want the class to end.
But you dropped out.
We made a mistake one night.
It was one night.
But I don't regret
this boy.
(crying): He's my Chris.
Did Roger know he had a son?
(sniffles)
Not until recently. Uh...
When we couldn't find a donor match in the family,
Mark and I, we broke down and we went to see Roger.
(door opens) Sorry to keep you folks waiting.
Hi. Roger Finch. Mark Logan.
Mark, nice to meet you.
(Ava clears throat)
Hi, Roger.
Ava.
We hadn't seen each other
in 11 years.
We dropped the bomb on him he had a son,
his son would die soon without the transplant,
and that he was the only one in the family
that hadn't been tested... that could save him.
I'm not his family.
Roger, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you.
I thought that it was for the best.
And what makes you think it's me?
What? I mean, you were a popular girl.
How can you think that I...? I would never...
Maybe you were hoping
for something with me, hm?
Hoping?
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Look, Roger, we're not looking for child support or anything.
We're just trying to save Chris.
I'm sorry. There must be some other option.
We are out of options,
and that's why we're here.
We're not trying to ruin your life,
we're just asking you to get your blood tested.
Yeah, I'm-I'm sorry, I, uh...
I really hope you find a donor for your son.
That's all you're gonna say?
That's all you have to say
about this? Please don't... don't make me
call security, please.
Mark.
Mark, come on.
(scoffs)
Why didn't you file for a paternity test?
Because they take... they take time and money--
it's two things that we don't have.
And we tried to get Roger to help us with the money,
but... he wouldn't even return our phone calls.
I'm sorry to ask you this, but how old were you
when you were with Roger?
(sniffles)
Too young.
Legally speaking.
Thank you.
Okay, why don't you...
stay with Chris.
I... I...
(sighs)
Boss.
Yeah, I got all that.
He gives a blood test and he's identified
as the boy's biological father.
And there's no statue of limitations
on statutory rape-- he'd be going to jail.
Roger Finch, family man, community leader,
Teacher of the Year.
Rape charge, and his life is over.
How can a guy just let his own son die?
(exhales)
I don't know, boss, remind me again who's the bad guy here.
(sighs)
In position.
ED: Okay, Wordy...
(over radio): make the drop.
On my way.
Package delivered.
(typing)
(beep) No way.
I got a '98 sedan, plates match Mark Logan's.
How far out? 12 blocks.
Wordy, if we can take Logan down
without endangering Finch, let's do that.
But if we can't, let him take the money,
we'll follow from a safe distance.
Copy that, boss.
Standing by.
Subject is seven blocks away.
Should be in position in the next three minutes.
Mom?
I don't feel good-- I got to go to the washroom.
Okay. It's okay.
Come on. I gotcha.
I gotcha.
Is there anything I can do?
No. I got it. Okay.
Okay, here we go.
(exhales)
Stand by.
Standing by.
SPIKE: Subject is entering the drop zone.
Standing by.
Wait. What's he doing?
He just did a U-turn. Where's he going?
Where'd he go, Spike? I don't know, he must've gone into an alley.
(groans)
Ava? Ava, I'm gonna have to open this door.
Okay, I need the phone.
(sighs) Boss...
Ava texted Mark and told him we were waiting.
He's gone.
Wordy, grab Sam. Let's go.
Roger!
Change of plans!
Okay, guys, Mark can't be too far. He's only got
a couple of minutes on us in this traffic. Ava told him we know
about the donor.
That door's closed.
He's running out of time; he's looking for a new plan.
Sorry, boss, right under my nose.
Let it go, Jules.
Could've been any one of us.
Spike, any luck?
He's got an old cell phone, no GPS.
I'm trying to triangulate him.
Sam, any sign?
Nothing yet.
(siren wailing)
You had Chris fake being sick so you could text Mark?
He doesn't have to fake being sick.
Okay, come on, Ava, I know that this is hard...
Do you have children,
Officer?
No, not yet.
Then you have no idea how hard this is.
Mark spent years studying to be a doctor.
All that studying,
but when his own boy is diagnosed?
I'll tell you one thing he's doing right now--
he's not giving up.
SPIKE: Team One, I got a signal on Mark's phone.
University, near Richmond.
That's near St. Simon's.
That is St. Simon's.
Jules, he may be headed your way, hostage in tow.
Let's alert hospital security.
Maybe we can get him coming in.
Copy that, boss.
I'm on my way.
(typing)
Mark, I got your message.
How's Chris? He's all right, but there's
a cop there talking with him and Ava right now.
Did they find out you were planning on paying the donor?
No, it doesn't matter. What do you mean?
The donor-- he's not going to do it.
Mark, I'm sorry, man.
Jeff, listen, I need your help.
I need you to test this sample.
What is this?
Look, I need you to trust me, okay?
Okay. Thank you.
JULES: No sign of Mark Logan yet, boss,
but we've got all the main entrances covered.
Boss, we found Logan's car-- level three of the garage.
Oh, there's blood in the trunk.
If that's Roger's, maybe he took him inside.
It's a big hospital,
and we're looking for a guy with an injury?
If I was Mark right now, I'd go back to my original plan.
Get Finch's blood tested.
Sam, Wordy, start a sweep.
See if you can intercept him
or if any of the staff have seen him.
Copy that.
Got it.
PARKER: Jules, you stay close
to Chris, in case he tries to make contact.
Copy that.
Sure, I know Mark Logan.
Everyone misses him here.
What's going on?
Well, we think he came in
with a man named Roger Finch,
wanting to test him as a possible bone marrow donor.
Well, let's have a look.
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
(typing)
No, there's no Roger Finch on the list.
The only tests done this afternoon were
for Michael Copeland, Terrence Brown,
Audrey Anderson... Terrence Brown.
Mm-hmm? PARKER: Donor for profit.
Uni confirmed that he never left the hotel.
Hold on, donor for profit?
And Brown's scheduled for an extraction today.
He's passing Finch off as Brown.
Doc, are those test results in yet?
(typing) Uh...
Brown's blood was compared
with Chris Logan's for possible BMT
and same HLA type-- he's a match.
Where's the procedure happening?
O.R. three, third floor.
Thank you.
(monitors beeping)
Mark, think about it.
You'll go to prison.
Yeah, and Chris will live.
Please, Jeff, look, you've known Chris
since he was little.
Please.
Look, what if it was your daughter?
What if it was Emma-- her life in your hands?
Okay.
O.R. three, third floor.
On our way.
He's come this close.
He's not gonna let anything stop him now.
(monitors beeping)
So, Mr. Brown...
Just put him under, he's all set.
This is for your son, isn't it?
That's right.
Glad to see you finally found a donor.
Yeah, we were lucky.
Would it be okay if I stayed
to observe?
I scrubbed.
Sure.
I understand.
So let's have a look.
What are these abrasions on his forehead?
Hit his head getting out of the taxi.
I checked him out, he's fine.
Please, could we just, could we just get started here?
Is everything all right, Mark?
Yeah.
End of the hall.
Finch's blood matches Chris'.
Logan's passing him off as a donor to get his marrow.
So his kid would live, right?
I hear you, but a donor has got to be willing.
But they'll both live.
We're trying to save lives here.
Not our call, Wordy.
I get it-- I'm just saying.
Sam, stay less lethal.
PARKER: O.R. three-- this is it.
Stand back, please.
Okay, guys, on three.
One, two...
SRU. Step away from the patient.
SRU! Step away!
This patient did not give his consent... What's going on?
Do it now! This patient did not give his consent.
Stanwell, you do this or I swear to God I will kill this man.
Mark, that's not the answer, buddy.
Well, what is the answer?!
Because my son is dying right now!
Mark, just listen to me, buddy.
Marrow can be harvested hours after he is dead,
and I swear I will do this if I have to.
I will kill this man to save my son.
You've taken an oath to preserve life.
You'd be killing Chris if you didn't use it.
Are we going ahead with this procedure or not?!
Your choice.
(gunshots)
ED: Stay down, stay down!
Help me, please. (handcuffs click)
My son is gonna die.
Please, please don't do this.
My son is gonna die.
Please.
You're such a good boy, Chris.
You know that your dad and I-- we love you so much.
CHRIS: I know.
Oh, please,
let me say good-bye to my son.
Let me say good-bye.
Just let me say good-bye.
AVA: Can you do that?
CHRIS: Yes.
Yeah.
AVA: And once this is done, I'm gonna be right here
when you get out, okay?
And when it's all over, I'm gonna take you to the...
Mark.
I'm so sorry.
Don't be sorry.
Hey.
Hey, buddy.
Listen, we are going to find you another donor,
and everything is going to be fine, okay?
Don't worry, Dad, it's okay.
Oh, man, I am so proud of you.
He's not even scared.
He's trying to comfort them.
It isn't right.
No.
PARKER: There's a police officer in the hallway--
he'll take you back to the station when you're done here.
Okay.
Do you even know his name?
PARKER: What are you doing?
It's Chris.
Did you know that?
Look, I...
Did you know that he has
your eyes?
Except for his eyes see things differently than you do.
His eyes are brave,
and when he looks at you, he looks right into you
and you believe what he believes.
You believe that anything is possible.
He might be dead by the time you have dessert tonight.
You all right with that?
No, of course not.
And you're a match, right?
They told you that your blood's a match.
Not that it's my business-- I'm just saying.
GINA: Roger, w-what were you thinking?
Gina, look, I was...
I was protecting you and the girls, that's all, I was...
Just doing the right thing?
¶ ¶
¶ Reminded of frailty ¶
¶ I feel like a child tonight ¶
¶ Let the broken, weak ¶
¶ And war-torn souls ¶
¶ Soon return to life ¶
¶ Wait till the morning ¶
¶ It is bound to come ¶
¶ Wait for a sign tonight ¶
¶ Fear lies by the fireside ¶
¶ Don't mean there ain't hope tonight ¶
¶ Wait on the sun ¶
¶ There's better days to come ¶
¶ And though these questions blow your mind ¶
¶ Answers are not bound by time... ¶
Hey.
Listen, I... I wanted
to let you know, if you ever need to talk... It's okay.
¶ There's better days to come... ¶
You need any company? You want to go grab a bite?
Thanks.
There's someplace I got to be.
Okay.
Bye. All right, thanks, Jules.
¶ And though these questions blow your mind ¶
¶ Answers are not bound by time ¶
¶ Wait on the sun ¶
¶ There's better days to come. ¶
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