(phone rings)
It's him.
You're late.
Yeah, I know. There was an accident.
Accident? Is Jeremy okay?
He's-he's lost a lot of blood.
Listen, Paul, they know we're gone, all right?
The police are looking for me.
Then you better get him over here or the deal is off.
Let me talk to her.
Are you giving me orders, Officer?
Paul, you want your nephew free,
you let me talk to my daughter right now.
Now tell your daddy
how well we're taking care of you.
Dad...
Hey, sweetheart.
I'm so sorry, Dad.
I'm so sorry.
(woman cries out indistinctly)
(people moaning, woman sobbing)
(low groaning)
(woman sobbing, people moaning)
(siren wailing)
MAN (over radio): All units 10-36.
Vehicular collision. 427 and concession road 6.
(tires squealing)
(siren stops)
I need you people to move back.
Clear these vehicles for emergency.
(groans)
Brother, you okay?
Yeah. The seat belt's jammed. All right.
Dispatch, this is 51-10 on scene.
Collision involving squad, unmarked, 52 Division.
Sergeant... MacCoy. Sergeant MacCoy.
conscious and responsive. He's trapped inside his vehicle.
Okay, I just need you to hold on-- I'll be right back.
I got to check on the bus passengers.
Is everyone in there all right?
WOMAN: Somebody help us.
(gunshots) (people screaming)
MAN: Shut up!
I got a 10-33.
Shots fired. I've been hit.
Repeat, officer down.
(panting)
(alarm sounds) WINNIE: Team One, hot call.
Shots fired at the scene of a car accident
that involved a Nationcrest bus and a squad car.
The driver of the police car is okay,
but trapped in his vehicle.
First responder took a bullet.
Any I.D. and status on the officer? His name's Fletcher.
Dispatch says he's taken cover but is pinned down on the scene.
Fletcher's pretty sure the passengers on the bus
are now hostages.
(sirens wailing, Fletcher panting)
(siren stops)
Can't get a visual inside of that bus.
The officer in the unmarked is going to have to wait.
We got to get Fletcher out of there.
Uniforms have set a perimeter and they're holding traffic.
SAM: The bus went over less than 20 minutes ago.
No sign of anyone leaving,
no contact with the shooter.
Okay, Eddie. Wordy, Sam,
let's figure a way to get Fletcher out of there.
This is Sergeant Greg Parker
with the Police Strategic Response Unit.
I'm here to help you and everyone on that bus.
(gunshot)
PARKER: Fire and EMS, you got to fall back.
Fall back now.
(door opening)
Okay, not ready to talk.
Who are we dealing with?
Bus manifest shows only the driver
and six passengers on board.
None with a criminal or mental health record.
Winnie, we got an I.D.
on the driver of the unmarked police vehicle?
Yes, it was driven by a Sergeant MacCoy from 52 Division.
Oliver MacCoy?
Copy. What's his condition?
Dispatch can't raise him on the radio.
Last report was conscious and responsive.
You know this guy, Spike?
Yeah, I know this guy. There's no one like this guy.
He was my training officer.
I rolled with him my first two years
(typing) out of the academy.
He was the first one to call me Spike.
Well, maybe he can help us out.
Dispatch says his radio's still down-- they can't reach him.
But he carries a cell.
(phone ringing)
(groans)
Officer Scarlatti, about time you called.
Mac, you okay in there?
Yeah, it's just a knock on the head-- it's no big deal.
What's the condition of that first responder?
He's shot in the thigh.
He's pinned down on the other side of the bus.
Any idea who the shooter is?
Yeah, a couple of punk dealers
I was taking from 52 back to lockup.
Names are Fawcett and Bullard.
Must have got my shotgun when I was out cold.
All right, Mac, sit tight.
Promise we'll have you out of there in no time.
And no promises.
I taught you better than that.
Yes, sir.
Rookie lesson-- make no promises.
Cops are human. We only do what we can. He's right.
(panting)
Brett, man, we got to get the hell out of here.
No, it's like I told you-- they're not going
to come in here as long as we have hostages.
My arm is messed up, man.
You're going to be fine.
Here...
...tie that around it. Please, let us go.
Shut up!
Stay down!
Nobody goes anywhere unless
I say they do. I will kill anyone
who tries to leave.
PARKER: What's up, Jules?
Fletcher's lost a lot of blood. Says he can't walk.
How we getting him out, Ed? Only one way to do this. Turtle formations,
use the shields, use the bulrushes as cover.
Once we get to him, we'll be exposed.
Wish we had eyes up there. Maybe we do.
All right, let's get the shields.
What can you see, Mac?
Hang on.
Fawcett's at the front of the bus
with the SLP.
If your guys approach from the rear,
you should be okay. SPIKE: Guys, Mac says
you're clear if Fawcett's still at the front of the bus.
We're coming in, Mac.
Don't you worry about me. You know protocol.
Get the injured officer to safety
then secure the civilians on that bus.
PARKER: Hey, buddy.
Can you stand? I don't know.
Holster your weapon.
ED: Boss, that fuel tank is ruptured.
Okay, on three.
One, two, three.
(clattering) What the hell was that?
Somebody's out there, man.
Spike, get your guys out of there.
He heard them. Boss, you got move, now!
(groans)
(woman in bus screams)
That was way too close.
WORDY: Look, there's smoke coming from under the bus.
PARKER: Must have caught a spark from the shotgun.
A couple minutes, that whole thing's going up in flames.
Can't let the fire trucks down there with an active shooter.
PARKER (over bullhorn): The bus is on fire.
You need to get everyone out of there before it explodes.
It's still ours, Eddie. Let's move.
V formation. Suppression tanks, masks on.
MAN: Let's get out of here!
ED: Hold position, hold position.
The window's opening.
ED: What do we got? What do we got?
PARKER: Where's the shooter? We don't know.
ED: Let's get this fire out. Let's go, let's go.
WOMAN: Please, the driver,
he's unconscious-- you have to help him.
PARKER: Look at me. You have to lead the way.
Single file up the hill, okay? Go!
ED: Boss, Sam and I are going in. Copy.
SAM: Bus is clear. No sign of suspects.
One civilian down.
Police. Police.
Sam, this thing's going to blow. Let's get him out of here.
Come on, buddy.
Spike, Jules, let's get the water cannons down here.
Let's move out. Let's go.
Jules, wait, we got to get Mac.
Mac. Mac!
Where the hell did he go?
He must have gone. Come on, Spike.
SPIKE: Where the hell did he go?
JULES: The bus is going to blow.
Mac!
Spike!
K-9's on its way.
We got a chopper coming with infrared.
How we doing on containment?
Contained this area here,
and to this point on the highway.
But over on this side, the woods connect to an industrial park
next to the airport.
We just don't have enough manpower to contain it yet.
Okay. Jules, what do you got?
All the passengers are accounted for,
but nobody saw Fawcett or Bullard take off.
They must have escaped during the rescue.
Any luck? SPIKE: His phone's in the car,
but nobody saw Mac come back this way.
He just disappeared.
All right, until we know better,
we've got to assume that Fawcett and Bullard have him.
Took him as a hostage.
Can use him as a bargaining chip if we corner them again.
Okay, Sam, Jules,
bravo team moving southwest. Wordy and I alpha team
moving northwest.
You guys stay sharp. By my count,
there's still another five rounds left in that SLP.
Spike, don't worry-- we're gonna find him.
Let's move out. Copy.
Winnie.
Yeah, boss. Contact narcotics.
I want to know everything
they have on Brett Fawcett and Jeremy Bullard.
Everything and anything that's not on their sheets.
Copy that. I'll let you know what I find.
The chopper will be here any minute. Right.
I shouldn't have let this happen.
I should have got him out of that car.
Spike, you did exactly what you were supposed to do.
Exactly the way you needed to do it.
You got those civilians out of there safely.
Boss, Oliver MacCoy wasn't just my T.O.
He helped me through a lot of stuff those first couple years.
My father wasn't too big about me being police.
My mother never wants to take sides, so I didn't have anybody.
But I had Mac. Mac was there.
He was one of those guys who teaches by example.
He's one of those guys I wanted to grow up to be.
And he saved my life more than once.
Okay, Officer.
It's time to return the favor.
Let's get on with that chopper, and figure out where he is.
All right.
Copy that, boss.
(helicopter blades whirring)
Alpha one clear. Heading west.
SAM: They've been through here.
There's fresh blood on the trail.
It looks like they're heading north.
Mac only had a knock to the head. If it's his blood...
Let's not jump to conclusions, buddy.
(typing) One step at a time.
(beeping) Imager's got something.
WORDY: Over there.
Boss, we got a bloody T-shirt here.
ED: Somebody's in pretty bad shape.
Yeah, copy that.
We'll notify hospitals and local clinics
in case that's where they're headed.
Boss, I've got something on Fawcett and Bullard.
Go ahead, Winnie.
Seems they were arrested last Friday,
trying to move large amounts of heroin.
They're each facing at least ten years.
That's reason enough to run.
They were also flagged by Guns and Gangs.
Turns out Jeremy Bullard's uncle is Paul Bullard.
Paul Bullard? Leader of the Bedlam gang?
I'm sending you the file now.
SPIKE: There he is.
SAM: So these guys are drug dealers?
ED: More than that.
Bedlam runs drugs, guns and prostitution
on the whole west side.
Weren't Bedlam suspected
in those pipe bomb killings a few months back?
PARKER: Yeah.
Those and a dozen others. Gang Unit's been trying
to put Paul Bullard away for years.
ED: If these guys are tight
with Bedlam, it changes everything.
They make contact, we are into a whole new mess.
(computer chirps) Boss, I got something.
Chopper's picking up heat signatures in Bravo Four.
Sam and Jules, that's about 300 meters
northwest of your position.
How many?
SAM: All of them?
Looks like one.
It could be Mac.
We don't know that for sure. Approach with caution.
JULES: Copy that.
(helicopter flying overhead)
That's it. Another 50 meters.
Just go careful, please, guys.
They've already shot one cop today.
Copy that, boss.
SAM: Police! Drop your weapon!
Bravo?
PARKER: What's your status? Let's go.
No harm. It's not Mac.
SAM: Subject's on the run.
(panting)
He's headed west.
(grunts)
ED: Got him, boss.
Where are they?
I don't know.
ED: Come on. That's not good enough.
When the bus caught fire, I helped Jeremy out the window,
and by the time I hit the ground,
they were halfway to the trees.
Where did Jeremy take the officer?
Man, you got it backwards.
It was the cop who was taking Jeremy.
(computer trilling)
Put the cell phone down, ma'am. Put it down.
Okay. I'm putting it down.
Step out of the car.
Step aside.
Sir, what's going on here?
Can you tell me what's going on?
Sir!
He's sticking to his story.
He said he saw MacCoy drag Jeremy Bullard into the woods.
Fawcett took off in the opposite direction.
He hasn't seen them since.
Well, he's got to be lying.
He's trying to throw us off.
Just got a report from a woman over on Massey
who was carjacked near the industrial park.
She said a police officer pulled a gun,
threw her out of her car. No.
No. Mac wouldn't do that.
Spike, how well do you know MacCoy?
As well as I know any of you guys.
Okay.
Sam, did you get a make and model of the car?
And a license plate. There's an APB out.
ED: All right. Let's get over to that industrial park.
Spike, you're with me.
Winnie?
Yeah, boss? Contact 52 Division.
Anything you can find out
about Sergeant Oliver MacCoy.
Copy that, boss.
We have to find out what's going on.
Please.
Let's just go back.
You can turn me in.
Too late for that.
(breathing heavily)
Any luck with traffic cameras?
Not this far out.
But that car they jacked comes loaded
with a Journeypath GPS tracking system.
You can pinpoint the car's location?
Yeah. I'm uploading to the server now.
We'll have a location in five minutes.
Boss, I found something on Sergeant MacCoy.
Go ahead, Winnie.
I contacted 52 Division, and it seems
MacCoy wasn't scheduled to be on that transport detail.
He switched shifts?
First thing this morning. People swap shifts all the time.
According to the other officer, Sergeant MacCoy
pulled rank and then ordered him off the detail,
then insisted on going alone.
Okay. Thanks, Winnie.
Boss, just doesn't make any sense.
Mac's a decorated police officer.
I can't believe he'd plan this.
You know of any connection
between him and this Bullard kid?
Wait. Jeremy Bullard got busted for dealing, right?
Heroin.
Okay. Mac's got a daughter, Leslie.
She's had a pretty serious
drug problem for a while now.
But the last time I saw them both, she was clean.
Dad, I think we need to turn it the other way.
Just clock it left, honey.
It's going to wrap right around the doorframe.
SPIKE: Better do what he says.
You'll just end up doing it his way, anyway.
Spike, hey. Hey, Les.
Got a housewarming. Sorry, I couldn't find a pot.
You know what? I think I have the perfect one inside.
Just like an SRU hotshot.
Show up right at the end, claim all the glory.
You want something done right, you got to know who to call.
(Spike grunts)
Got it?
You got the girl's end.
Yeah?
Well, I see sitting at that computer
hasn't made you completely soft.
Yeah, well, clearly, the beat's keeping you
in peak physical shape.
You're not sticking your hair up in the air anymore
with all that mousse.
It was gel.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
How is she?
Oh, she's doing real good.
She's been clean for three months now.
I sent her up north to that rehab place, Three Oaks.
Did a good job with her.
They really straightened her out.
Well, if you need anything...
Yeah, I know. I know.
I can handle it, but I know who to call.
It's a little big,
but what do you think?
Well, that's perfect, honey.
That's, uh... that's beautiful.
Mac paid for the place, even helped her find a job.
Three Oaks. That rehab's not cheap.
Mac's wife, Rose, died a year ago,
and Leslie took it pretty hard.
Mac tried everything, and that was the only place that worked.
So if Leslie did relapse,
and Mac knew who sold her the drugs,
maybe he's looking for some kind of, uh...
payback,
somebody to blame.
He knows it doesn't work that way. He's a cop.
Spike, he's also a father.
Ed and Wordy, you guys keep looking
in the industrial park.
Copy that.
PARKER: Sam and Jules,
head over to the daughter's place.
Maybe she's got something
that can help us figure out what's going on here.
SAM: Got it. Location?
It's an apartment building in Bloor West.
Uh, 2015 Drewry.
Copy.
SPIKE: I found MacCoy.
Satellite's got a location on the car.
Looking at a warehouse
at Balmoral and Ross.
That's six blocks from here.
Spike, which way they headed?
Tracker says the car's not moving.
We're on it. (siren wails)
Let's get him before he starts moving again.
We're right behind you.
So what's the call here?
Till we know otherwise, we treat him as hostile.
(tires screech, siren wailing)
(siren stops)
What have we got?
Satellite shows the car should be parked just around back.
Let's move.
Okay, let's hold up.
Spike?
I don't get it. Tracker says it should be here.
Spike!
The car isn't, but the GPS is.
He pulled it out of the trunk.
Leslie MacCoy? It's the police.
Leslie?
We need to talk to you about your father.
(rustling)
Leslie?
Sir!
Sir! It's the police!
Whoa! Whoa! What... what's going on?
Who are you? I'm John Dixon.
I'm the super.
Where's Leslie MacCoy?
I don't-I don't know.
I got a complaint from downstairs
saying water was coming in from the ceiling,
so I just... I let-I let myself in.
Have you seen Leslie? No.
No. But the front door was open,
and the bathroom faucet was running.
When was that?
About an hour ago.
And, judging by the amount of water,
I'd say it had been running a while.
All right. We're going to need some contact info on Leslie--
employer, friends...
I think she works at a coffee shop on Fifth.
I got that number
in her file downstairs.
Get it, please. Yeah.
Employer hasn't heard from her?
She never showed up
for her shift this morning, and they still haven't
been able to reach her.
Cell phone's still here.
Four missed calls.
JULES: Hey, boss,
it looks like she left this place
in a hurry, and my guess,
it was not by choice.
Leslie disappears the same day Mac takes off
with an escaped prisoner?
Bit of a coincidence. The only way Mac
would do something illegal is if by force,
and I know he'd do anything to protect Leslie.
So somebody took his daughter to twist his arm.
I got a pretty good idea who.
Head of Bedlam, Paul Bullard.
Now, that's how you break.
(phone rings)
Yeah?
It's him.
You're late.
Yeah, I know. There was an accident.
Accident? Is Jeremy okay?
Yeah, he's-he's fine.
I mean, he's lost a lot of blood.
He's gonna need a hospital.
No, no, bring him over here. I'll take care of him.
I will, but listen, Paul,
they know we're gone, all right?
The police are looking for me.
Then you better get him over here or the deal is off.
Let me talk to her.
Are you giving me orders, Officer?
Paul, you want your nephew free,
you let me talk to my daughter right now.
Now tell your daddy
how well we're taking care of you.
Dad...
Hey, sweetheart.
Dad, I don't know what's going on.
It-it-it's okay, honey. I'm handling it.
It's gonna be okay.
I'm so sorry, Dad.
I'm so sorry.
I stayed clean, I paid my debts.
I don't know these guys, I swear.
I know, I know, honey.
It's... it's not your fault.
This is all my fault.
You see,
she's in good hands.
Now I want Jeremy here in exactly 20 minutes.
20 minutes? Look, Paul, I can't...
Well, that's too bad.
I mean, after all you've done for your little girl,
it would be a real shame if she relapsed
and accidentally O.D.'d.
Paul, listen to me. Paul.
Paul?
Any sign of MacCoy?
PARKER: No, nothing so far.
And nothing on the APB either.
This guy just vanished.
Guys, you need to see this.
It's from the security camera outside Leslie's building.
JULES: This was the only angle.
SPIKE: And nobody saw anything?
JULES: No one we talked to.
Time stamp was 6:45 this morning.
We sure it's Bullard's people?
JULES: Not 100%.
I got partial plates and...
Right there.
I recognize him from the file.
John Delany. PARKER: AKA Big John.
ED: Big John.
He's one of Bullard's main lieutenants.
So Bullard's people grabbed the daughter before MacCoy's shift
and forced him to spring the nephew.
WORDY: But why target MacCoy
and not the cop originally assigned to the detail?
And more important, where'd they take the daughter?
Hey, buddy, where is she?
Where'd they take her?
I'm asking you a question.
Who knows, man. Who knows.
Okay.
(engine revving)
(tires squealing)
Hey, man, what the hell?
What?
Start talking! I got nothing to say to you!
Where's Leslie MacCoy? Like I said, I got nothing to say.
Let me ask you this--
how do you think Paul Bullard is going to react
when he finds out that you left his nephew in a burning bus?
Don't imagine he's going to be very happy.
Not happy at all. That's not how it happened.
Well, that is what he's going to hear unless you
tell us what we need to know.
Now!
I didn't know the whole plan.
I did find out, that cop, he was going to let us go.
You know, we screwed up, man.
Big.
Jeremy, would you chill?
You said it was going to be a couple packages,
not ten keys.
Ten keys, man. That's serious.
It's going to be all right.
No, man, it's not.
I don't want to do ten years, man.
Yo, officer, you missed the exit to lockup.
You're not going back to lockup.
And why not?
Hey, I said why not? Where are we going?
Your Uncle Paul has arranged for you to go away.
You're getting out of the country. What?
Hey, no way, man.
Hey. No way, man!
Hey! Hey! Turn us back around! Hey!
Hey, hey, just sit back... (horn honking)
Hey! (tires squealing)
When we landed, the doors opened
and that cop's out cold.
So why was Jeremy afraid to go see his uncle?
That H we sold, it wasn't exactly ours.
It belonged to Paul Bullard.
We found some other buyers willing to pay more.
We thought we'd show Jeremy's Uncle Paul
that we, you know, had some savvy.
And these other buyers were cops.
It was entrapment, man. It was you being an idiot.
Where's Paul Bullard now? I swear, I don't know.
I'm not high enough up on the chain to know where they are.
Know what? I'm not buying it.
All this so Bullard can kick his nephew's ass
before he sends him away?
Bedlam doesn't mess around.
Jeremy.
Jeremy, stay awake!
So we know Mac's taking Jeremy to see Paul Bullard.
And we can assume the daughter's being held someplace secure.
Winnie,
contact Guns and Gangs.
We need an updated list
of any properties known to belong to the Bedlam crew.
Copy that.
And, boss, I have something else might be relevant.
Go ahead.
There's an I.A. file building
against Sergeant MacCoy. Internal affairs?
What do they want with Mac?
They said it involves unusual bank activity.
I.A. uncovered regular payments from an investment company
suspected of having ties to the Bedlam gang.
Thanks, Winnie.
So that's why he didn't call when Leslie was taken.
He was afraid we were going to find out
he was working for Bullard.
PARKER: Or he thought he could take care of it himself
before the accident.
When his wife was sick, he flew her all over the country
looking for treatment.
And then when he was trying to help Leslie get clean--
paying for rehab, supporting her.
Why didn't I see it? Because you always see
the best in people, Scarlatti.
Hey, kid.
Come on, kid, stay awake.
We're almost there.
All right, Jeremy, wake up.
Please, just let me go.
Sorry, kid, I can't do that.
(groans)
That looks pretty bad.
Please, I don't want to die.
That's not going to happen.
You're going to be okay.
Do you promise?
Promise?
I'll tie it off. Hold this.
(yelling in pain)
Now, look, I can loosen this up when the bleeding stops,
but you got to keep moving the fingers in your hand.
You got to keep the blood in your hand going, all right?
That's it. Good, good.
Okay, it's got to be tight.
(screaming) One more.
Come on, keep moving those fingers. Show me.
That's it. That's right.
Okay, we got to go.
WINNIE: Boss, Gangs Unit just sent me
a full list of addresses known to be associated
with Bedlam or any of its members.
I'm forwarding it to you now,
but, boss, there's 50 places on this list.
We know he's headed downtown, so we eliminate everything
west of Kipling, north of DuPont.
That still leaves us over 30 properties.
Even if we split and get backup,
there's no way we can check them all in time.
Boss, if we talk to Mac,
we can tell him we know about Leslie. He might let us help.
Spike, he left his phone so we couldn't track him.
Right, and he disabled the Journeypath GPS for the same reason,
but there's a chance he didn't unhook the intercom--
the one for roadside assistance.
I might be able to route a call
directly through the Journeypath server.
Okay. Okay?
PARKER (intercom): Sergeant MacCoy.
Sergeant Oliver MacCoy.
It's Greg Parker with the SRU.
Mac, it's Spike.
If you can hear me, we know about Leslie.
We want to help.
We also know that you're working for Bullard.
That you're on his payroll.
Internal affairs has been building a file.
They've been tracing payments.
Unless you tell me otherwise,
unless you tell me Bullard's just trying to frame you,
trying to make it look like you did something wrong,
if you tell me that, Mac,
I'm going to believe you.
Mac, please.
Spike, you got to know I'd never do anything
that would get anybody hurt.
It was just information.
One of their places was going to get hit,
a Bedlam member was going to get picked up,
I'd let 'em know, that's it.
I never meant for any of this to happen.
Mac, you took an oath.
I spent every penny
I had trying to save Rosie,
and she died anyway.
I couldn't face losing my little girl, Spike.
I had to do something to take care of her.
But this? Letting two convicts go?
How'd you think you were going to get away with that?
A couple guys overpower me while I'm getting gas.
Who's gonna blame me?
Besides, when Bullard asked me to do this,
of course I said no, of course.
But I had no choice.
Dad, I don't know what's going on.
I'm so sorry, Dad. I'm so sorry.
He's got my little girl, Spike.
You know she's my whole world.
Let us help you.
Tell us where you're meeting Bullard, okay?
We'll back you up.
Triangle Lounge, Queen Street.
Triangle Lounge on Queen Street. You got that?
On our way.
Copy. (siren wailing)
Okay, hold on. Our team can be there in ten minutes.
I can't do that. I got to get the kid there in less than five
or Bullard's going to kill my girl.
(siren wailing)
I'll drop the kid off. I'll give him to his uncle.
I'll make sure Leslie's okay.
I'll try to stall Bullard as long as I can
till your team gets there.
All right, Mac. Okay, Mac. It's going to be okay, okay?
She's going to be okay. I got your back.
(sirens wailing)
All right, I'm here on time.
Were you followed? No.
Give me a hand with him.
Give me your gun.
Your gun.
All right, take it.
Just give me a hand getting him inside.
Put him in my truck.
We got to take him to see Bullard.
What? Where's Bullard?
He's not here.
Where's my daughter?
Don't worry. She's safe.
You can have her back after you get the kid to his uncle.
All right. Come on, kid.
(Jeremy groans)
(door closes)
Get in the truck.
(man coughing) MAN: Come on. It's your turn.
(thumping)
Ronnie, go check that out.
(muffled cry)
Ronnie?
Yo, Ronnie!
SRU! SRU! Put down the weapon!
Get the ground! Drop down!
(all shouting indistinctly)
Get on the ground! Get down!
Hands behind your back!
LESLIE: Spike!
Leslie! Leslie! It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Where's your dad? I don't know. He never showed up.
Boss! Mac never showed up.
Where's Bullard?
Where's Bullard?!
One last time, where did they take Jeremy Bullard?
I don't know, man.
Haven't seen the little snitch.
(man grunts)
Snitch?
Jeremy. Over here. Bring him over here.
(Jeremy groans in pain)
He's lost a lot of blood.
I stopped the bleeding,
but he's going to need a doctor soon.
Sure. Of course.
There you go.
(groans)
That better?
Yeah. Good.
We're gonna get you taken care of.
Okay, kid?
First, I have a few questions to ask you.
Nobody's saying anything about where Bullard is.
Staff Sergeant from 52 Division says Jeremy was down there
with his lawyer and the prosecutor.
He cut a deal.
Reduced sentence for testimony against his uncle.
And somehow, Bullard found out.
He's not planning to send Jeremy out of the country.
Hey, boss.
A uniform on a drive-by reported seeing that truck
from a security camera.
Where? Outside a garage,
other end of the waterfront.
Spike! Barry!
Leslie, it's okay. It's going to be all right, okay?
So, we both know you got something to tell me.
So let's clear the air,
and we can move on, yes?
Uncle Paul...
It's okay, kid.
Just say it.
Paul, he needs a doctor.
Tell me, and it's all going to be good.
(panting)
The heroin...
I'm sorry.
I don't care about the heroin.
Just tell me about the cops.
You met again with them this morning.
Didn't you? To cut a deal?
What did you say?
I didn't want to do ten years.
What did you tell them?
Just about the containers.
And the shipments from Boston.
But that's it.
I swear to God, that's it.
You see, that was easy.
That's all I needed to know.
Now John over here is going to take you out
for a little ride, get you all sorted out.
Uncle Paul?
Paul, just...
let him go, like you said.
Giving me orders again, Officer?
Stay out of this. Uncle Paul, please.
I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice.
Please. You're done.
Uncle Paul! Finish it.
Hey.
Big mistake, MacCoy.
Yeah, I know.
It's one I made a long time ago.
(gunshots)
Put the guns down right now!
SRU! (indistinct shouting)
Hands in the air! Get down!
Put the gun down! Stay right there!
Don't move! Go, go, go.
Stay.
Don't move a muscle.
JEREMY: Over here! We need help!
Mac!
Officer down.
Officer down! We need medics in here right now!
Leslie?
We got her. We got her. She's okay, okay?
You just hang on.
(groans)
SRU. Swoop in for all the glory.
(coughing)
Spike?
You got to take care of Leslie.
See that she's going to be okay.
You're going to do that yourself, okay?
As soon as you feel better.
Spike, promise me she won't be alone.
I'll do what I can.
(strained): Promise.
I promise.
I promise!
(wheezing and coughing)
(coughing)
Mac?
(wheezing) Mac?
(wheezing stops)
Mac!
(gentle music plays)
¶ ¶
¶ I could be sold in an instant ¶
¶ I could be saved in the same ¶
¶ I could live in a lifetime ¶
¶ I could die in a day ¶
¶ It could be fading... ¶
You should take some time.
He was a good cop.
Yes.
That's why when he saw a young man facing execution,
he did something about it.
You know why he was able to do something like that?
Because he knew you had his back.
He knew you'd be there for his daughter.
You know what else that guy did?
What?
He taught you everything you know about being a good cop.
And you're one of the best I've ever known.
¶ Full of creatures both wicked and wild... ¶
(knocking on door)
Hey. Hey.
That's it.
That's the last of your dad's stuff from the station.
And I'll come by tomorrow after shift,
and I'll help you clear out the rest from his place.
You don't have to, Spike. I can handle it.
I know, but you're going
to be seeing a lot more of me from now on.
So you'd better get used to it.
¶ Full of creatures ¶
Thanks.
¶ Both wicked and wild... ¶
You're welcome.
Um, I need to show you something.
¶ Thanksgiving one... ¶
I found this when I was packing up my dad's place.
¶ Who knows what we've done ¶
¶ Another revolution ¶
He followed your whole career.
¶ Of the sun ¶
Look.
He was so proud of you.
¶ Of the sun ¶
That was our first day.
¶ Another revolution ¶
Nice hair.
¶ Of the sun. ¶