Young man: Ed Lane.
It's Ed Lane I want.
Okay. Okay, let me start working on that.
Hmph. Working on that?
Well, yeah, he's out of range, I, I gotta track him down.
He's standing next to you.
Sam: Eight. Is that enough? Jules: Yup.
Sam: You still have Santorini Blue on your hands.
Gotta use the thinner.
Yeah, maybe if you left me some.
I'll bring you some more tonight.
Flowers, bottle of thinner.
Instant romance.
Hey, by the way, it's not Santorini Blue,
it's Santorini Sky.
Parker: Guys done the restock?
Yeah.
We're meeting in the briefing room.
Jules: Okay.
Jules, how...
How're the renovations coming?
Oh. (Chuckles)
Really good. One room left.
Renovation ahead of schedule. Wow, you getting any help?
No.
Parker: Come on,
your own two hands? (Jules laughs awkwardly)
That's amazing. That's gotta feel good?
Yeah, it does.
Okay.
(Water runs)
(Food clinks)
(Match flares)
(Telephone buttons beep)
(Telephone rings, fire crackles)
Luka: Hi, it's Luka, leave a message.
I'll leave the key for you, take anything you want.
I just have one favor to ask.
Look at you.
Got three hours 'till vacation,
someone's already on the dock with his fishing rod
and his nice cold beer.
What?
I'm right here for you, buddy. You know why?
There's no "I" in "team".
That's good. You can take the next crank call.
Kick some swatter ass before you go.
(Ed's cell phone rings)
(Cell phone beeps) Go for Ed.
Sophie: Go for your beleaguered wife.
Hey, I thought you said you were gonna pack your own clothes?
Ed: They were wet.
You know that big thing beside the uh, washing machine?
Sophie: It's called a... Ed: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Are you gonna pick me up at noon, or what?
Sophie: Yeah, as soon as Clark's done music camp.
Hey, where are the fishing rods?
Soph, they're in the car. I packed it myself.
Ah, he packs the fun stuff.
You gonna be done shift on time?
Yeah, as long as we don't get swatted again.
Sophie: What's that?
We're getting a bunch of 911's from fake caller ID's.
I just busted in on an old lady having a cup of tea.
(Laughs)
Well, how about this?
You're late and I'll SWAT you.
Ed: Nice.
As long as you promise to wear that old-lady dress that I like so much.
Goodbye.
(Cell phone beeps off)
(Cat meows)
(Key clinks under rug)
Parker: Okay, I know it's been a long day.
It's been a long ten day shift.
A few more hours, let's keep it together, okay?
Now, three swatter calls in a day.
A little hinky. Wordsworth: Hinky?
Boss, it's starting to feel personal.
I hear you.
Kira's trying to do some digging around
to see if she can find a connection.
But in the mean time...
What do we do if we get another call? Any suggestions?
Say if a real call comes in, we split up.
We don't want to be jammed up in the wrong end of the city
chasing our tails, right?
That's good. A splinter unit.
Splinter unit for anything unconfirmed.
Wordy, you're in charge of that.
Two, you ride along if it smells like another prank.
The rest of us, we'll stay here on standby.
Hit the gym,
do target practice, do something.
- Let's get it out. Wordy: All right.
(Vehicles whir by)
(Engine revs)
I have no choice.
This is what war is.
Your father gave me no choice.
That's my bus.
I'm sorry for you.
I'm sorry for everything.
It's terrible to be at war.
Don't blame me.
Blame your father.
(Bus whirs away)
So, what do you guys say?
Parking lot hoops, game of 21?
(Ed's cell phone rings)
When's the last time you ever got 21?
Afraid of losing to a family man, huh?
Hey, Clark, how're you doing, buddy?
Clark...
Clark, slow down. Slow down.
Just... no.
Just start from the beginning.
Clark?
Ed: Boss, I just got off the phone with Clark.
What happened?
Ed: Some guy came up to him on the street,
started talking crap about me,
about how this is war,
don't blame him, blame me...
Eddie, sit down, sit down.
Is Clark okay?
He's okay.
I'm sure it's nothing,
but why don't you go anyway.
- You sure? I was gonna ask you. - Yeah, we're covered. It's slow.
You're going on vacation.
You are going on vacation, right?
I'm going on vacation, yeah.
So, go see your son, get out of town before the traffic hits.
All right, be safe, I'll see you later.
Parker: All right, have fun.
Think he knows?
- Who? - Sarge.
Yes, I think he knows.
Ow. Why?
You have blue paint on your ear.
(Sighs) Ah...
Might as well just tell him now, get it over with.
I'll do it, I don't care.
Yeah, and then what?
One of us gets transferred to another team?
These guys are my family.
Yeah.
Not just yours.
It doesn't mean I wanna give you up.
- Jules... - What?
Kira: Team One, hot call at Nathan Phillips Square.
I repeat, hot call.
That's City Hall, boss.
Parker: I hear it. Kira?
Kira: Reports of shots fired,
multiple witnesses.
Not a prank?
Kira: No sir.
Got Inspector Stainton on the line.
Let's see what's going on.
Parker: Inspector.
Stainton: Sergeant, we've got one serious situation here.
Parker: Tell me. - One injured.
City Hall security guard's been shot in the leg.
And we're pinned in here real bad.
How many shots fired?
Stainton: Three, four? They're coming every two minutes.
Honest to God, we don't know where they're coming from.
You clear all civilians, four block radius?
Stainton: We're doing the best we can it's summertime in the city.
(Gunshot fires, civilians scream)
Greg!
(Multiple gunshots fire, people scream, terrified)
Okay, we'll be right there.
Containment is the priority, I'll call you back in three.
Kira, call in Team Four. All hands on deck. Eddie?
Wordsworth: Trucks are loaded.
Parker: Okay, boys, let's keep the peace.
♪♪
(Police sirens wail)
(Sirens pulsate and wail)
(Sirens blare)
Lewis: Keep it close to the car.
Wordsworth: Let's get some shields.
Sam: Heads down.
Wordsworth: He's in behind the car.
How's the victim doing, inspector?
He's holding on.
Sam, Lewis, Wordy.
Let's give him some cover.
Get him inside, so the EMT can get to him.
Stainton: It's been a nightmare.
We got no idea where these shots are coming from.
And how are we doing on containment?
We evacuated all civilians into the underground lots.
But you got people coming in and out of all these buildings.
(Shot fires)
Shooters active.
Stainton: Like clockwork, every two minutes.
Ed: Lou? Lewis: I'm on it.
Acoustic locator's gonna nail his position
as soon as he shoots again.
Stainton: Beyond the security guard, there's no other injuries.
Thank God, this guy's not a pro.
Wordy, you get a look at the wound?
Yeah, the exit wounds lower than the entry.
It means he's shooting from up top.
Parker: Okay.
It's a target rich environment that's almost uncontainable,
I got no one to talk down.
Any word from counter-terrorism?
No, I'm telling you, no chatter, no warning, no nothing.
This guy's come from nowhere.
Parker: Okay, Spike, you stay in the command truck.
You run all the maps and the intelligence,
all information flows through you.
Copy.
Okay, I'm looking at a 300 meter radius on the 3D.
Buildings are dense.
Lots of places he can be. Lots of angles.
We gotta try to narrow it down,
find out where the shots are coming from.
Locator's online, so we got ears.
Let's see if we can get any clues.
Lewis, Wordy.
We'll do witnesses.
Ed: All right, you press them for details.
I need to know where that shot came from.
Wordsworth: Copy. Jules: The way the victim fell?
Did he spin, did he crumple?
Any visible shimmers, muzzle flashes, reflection, movement?
Ed: Sam, Jules, let's break it down.
It came from the south. We got a lot of options here.
Where would you go?
Clock tower. Classic.
Lots of shadows, good concealment.
Building under construction, lots of visual distraction.
(Shot fires, locator pops)
Parker: Whoa, whoa,
buddy must be lucky
or he knows what a sniper locator looks like.
He's located himself.
Ricochet directly through the target...
To the point of origin.
Jules: The hotel. Sam: Could be the roof.
Jules: Any of those top floors, a lot of tinted windows.
Let's start with the roof.
Active shooter...
We go to him.
Parker: I'm gonna brief the chief, I'll be in the truck.
(Truck door shuts)
Ed: All right, use the overhang for cover.
How many seconds from his last shot?
Jules: 60 seconds.
Sam, grab a shield. Let's go, go, go!
I'm gonna cover you.
If you don't think you can make it,
wait 'till he fires again.
Sam: Copy that.
Spike, count us down.
Ten... nine...
Eight... seven...
Six... five...
Four... three...
Two... one.
Two minutes, right?
Spike: Copy. Over two minutes now.
All right, he's breaking his pattern.
Maybe we're getting warm.
Ed: Or he's moved.
Where would you go next if it was you?
Ed: The clock tower's a no-brainer.
Right there.
All those vents, visual distractions,
clean view of the square, boss.
Okay, I see it.
- Inspector? - Yeah.
Parker: Clock tower, lock off the whole south east quadrant.
Copy that.
Parker: No one in or out. SRU only.
Done. We got a chopper coming in to sweep the rooftops.
You want a long-range, precision weapon against a big, noisy target?
I'll call it off.
Thanks.
Sam, Jules?
Sam: Almost there.
Somebody opened those doors.
Ed: We're thinking he's moved,
but if he hasn't...
You're looking for booby-traps,
ambush,
suicide, suicide by cop,
maximum caution.
Our friend can hit a 7 inch target from 400 meters.
Jules: Roof's clear, he's not up here.
But he was.
It's 762, carbon striations.
He's got an HKG3, that's nasty.
Shields are safe, but that'll crack body armor.
This hotel is 43 floors.
Stainton's got uniforms sweeping the interiors,
the rooftops are up to us.
Clock tower's next.
Copy that.
Wordy, Lewis, any luck with the witnesses?
Lewis: Nothing we don't already know.
All right. Move on.
Next highest building, City Hall.
Both rooftops.
Lewis: Copy that. We're on our way.
Spike, get forensics up to the hotel roof.
Right now we're doing everything we can.
Yes, sir, every step of the way.
Bye.
Hey, what a way to start your vacation.
Team three, I need access.
We kept an elevator open for you.
What a scene, huh?
I don't get it. I really don't.
I mean, what kind of person would do something like that?
(Elevator button clicks, elevator door whirs)
- Thank you. - Good luck.
(Rifle pieces click into place)
Tactically? We can't do anything until--
Until he starts shooting again.
Okay, so help me out, who is this guy?
Criminal sharpshooter.
I mean, usually it's military or law enforcement.
Yeah, but this guy doesn't seem to be hitting his mark.
He's trying hard not to, right?
Dozen shots, only one injury.
What are the odds, right?
He hit the locator pretty good.
Okay, let's assume he knows what he's doing.
Typical profile: Tyrannical sadist.
Anti-social, wants to play God, wants control,
wants to see innocent people suffer.
Except...?
There's only one injury. Not much of a sadist.
Maybe it's targeted. Maybe it's revenge.
Maybe it's-- Maybe it's personal.
That's what Wordy said in the briefing room, right?
"Feels like it's personal."
Three swatter calls in one shift, that's a first.
This guys trying to wear us out.
It's urban warfare strategy.
You hit the army when they are tired, returning from battle.
All right, I'm gonna check with Kira,
see if she tracked down those swatter calls.
Sam, Jules.
Uniforms are sweeping the hotel.
We're heading to the clock tower.
Kira forwarded the sound files from the 911 calls this morning.
Did it come from different phone numbers?
Yeah, but it sounds like spoofing to me.
Parker: Spoofing?
Seems it's perfectly legal to impersonate another caller ID,
if it's for entertainment purposes only.
Male voice 1: Oh my God, he's gonna shoot me.
They guarantee privacy,
they don't release clients names.
Male voice 2: It's my friend,
he says he's going to shoot himself.
For a little extra, they'll mess with the pitch of your voice.
Male voice 3: Help! Please, put the gun down.
You hear that? Three voices, one accent.
Eastern european...
Ed.
Personal. First York.
No way.
"No choice."
"It's not me, it's your father."
"This is war."
How did Clark describe the guy at the bus stop, today?
European accent. Young guy.
Eddie...
No way. This isn't... No way.
Just call your family.
Team, listen up,
we think we know who this guy is.
Ed: Okay, Clark, you did the right thing staying at school.
Just sit tight, buddy.
Sit tight till mom gets there.
Okay, I love you too.
Kira, get my wife and kid to the station
and lock down the SRU.
Mid 20's, dark hair, ordinary-looking,
spoke with an accent.
I know.
You shot his father.
He was close enough to feel the bullet fly.
He took me to court for "wrongful death."
And he lost.
Yeah.
Kira, Spike, I need you to pull up a wrongful death lawsuit.
Last name: Tomasic.
Copy that.
I'm also sending out a photograph of the subject.
News footage, first York.
(Keyboard keys clack)
(Computer beeps and buzzes)
Boss, I've got his employment records.
Parker: Next of kin?
Goran Tomasic.
That's his father. He's deceased.
Any emergency contacts?
Kira: Luka Boblic.
Here, I got a cell number.
Okay, let's get that guy here immediately.
Let's send a squad car.
Stainton: Guys! What're we doing here?
We've ID'd the subject. We're looking for him.
He's camouflaged, or he's hiding.
And what's the next step?
We get in his head, we anticipate his next move.
Until then...
Wait till he shoots again.
Terrific.
Uniforms have locked down the entrances to the south buildings.
Wordy, Lou, how you guys doing on the City Hall towers?
Rooftops are clear.
Going to the mechanical room.
Where are you?
Sophie: Just looking for my tennis racket. You almost ready?
Listen, there's a squad car gonna come by,
it's gonna pick you up.
A squad car? Why?
Ed: Soph, it's just a precaution, okay?
I'm sorry.
I'll explain as soon as I can.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
I love you.
I love you too.
We gotta find this guy now.
Parker: Yeah, Spike found a photo.
The guy's name is Petar Tomasic.
Quit his job two weeks ago
and no one's answering the phone at his apartment.
(SRU Van door opens)
Guys, subject is confirmed. Petar Tomasic.
26 years old, caucasian. Dark hair.
Sam, Jules, where are you?
We're heading up the clock tower.
Jules: Sweeping floor by floor.
Nothing here, Ed.
Ed: Copy. Sam, Wordy, Lewis, what's your twenty?
Wordsworth: Clearing the mechanical room.
Heading to the east tower.
All right, keep talking to us.
Parker: Eddie.
Luka Boblic is here. He was on scene.
You might wanna listen in.
Luka.
This is Ed Lane.
I know who you are.
You know why you're here?
Petar left a message on my phone.
I heard on the radio what was happening,
I came down as fast as I could.
No one would let me through.
Petar left a message?
He said, uh, "goodbye."
I knew... Something was coming.
Where is he?
Parker: That's just it, we don't know.
So, let's start with the basics, okay?
Does Petar have access to a gun?
Uh, uh... I don't know, I...
Last week, he...
Told me he was thinking about getting a rifle
from some guy on the black market.
I don't know who.
When I heard that, I, I said,
"Petar, you do this, I swear, I'll turn you in myself."
He...
He told me to forget it. He was just kidding.
I believed him.
This isn't your fault, Luka. Okay?
He made his own choice here, today.
But you can still help him.
He was...
He was angry at... At everything, everyone.
He thinks you ruined his life.
Did he say what kind of rifle it was?
I-I don't know.
Does he know how to shoot it?
Parker: Does your friend know how to shoot a rifle?
Snipers were how we protected ourselves.
Petar shot eight men dead before he was sixteen.
Croatia, it's civil war, sir.
Petar Tomasic was one of the best snipers in our country.
We were like brothers; We were little kids together,
we grew up together.
What happened?
Petar got recruited by the local militia.
He fought alongside his father against the Serbs.
E-Everyone called him "Mali sniperist."
"Baby sniper."
He protected our village.
Ed: Subject is a skilled sniper,
familiar with urban warfare.
If he was missing his mark, he was missing it on purpose.
Guys, this is a revenge situation.
Good news, we've narrowed it down.
He's looking for me.
I killed his father at First York Plaza.
Two years I was at school,
he was hiding in the hills, fighting our enemies...
Until they found out who he was.
They didn't come after him, they came after his family.
They tortured his mother and then they killed her
and he nearly went crazy.
But his father saved him.
They escaped through 2 countries on foot.
So, the woman that, um, that was shot at First York?
Stepmother.
Kira: Boss?
Yeah, Kira.
Kira: You're right, spoofing network confirmed all three 911's
were routed through them, from the same client.
But they don't want to release the client's name without a subpoena.
Want me to play "bad cop" on 'em?
No. Thanks, Kira.
I think we may have what we need right here.
Kira: Copy that.
Luka, if we can talk to him,
we may be able to stop him from harming anybody else.
I know his cell number.
Thank you.
(Cell phone buttons beep)
(Petar's cell phone rings)
(Beeps cell phone on)
Parker: Petar Tomasic?
Petar, it's Greg Parker,
with the Police Strategic Response Unit.
Thank you very much for picking up.
Petar?
Petar, I think it's important that we start talking.
Why?
(Vehicle door shuts)
Maybe I can help you
if I can understand what you're looking for.
I know what I'm looking for.
Parker: Oh, yeah?
Ed Lane.
It's Ed Lane I want.
Okay. Okay, let me start working on that.
Hmph. Working on that?
Parker: Well, yeah, he's out of range, I, I gotta track him down.
Petar: He's standing next to you.
Parker: I guess you can see everything, huh, Petar?
Like, you. You can hear everything.
You can see everything.
Almost.
What do you mean? What does that mean?
(Gunshot blasts)
Police officers: Officer down! Officer down!
Well, we waited until he shot again, didn't we, sergeant?
That kid was 24 years of age, fresh out of police academy--
You tell me how we could've prevented that!
You tell me!
You want to call the chief on this?
You call him! You explain it!
No, no, no! I want to settle this thing.
Ed: Confirm Team Four's containing east buildings.
Sam: Can't tell where the sound came from.
Could be any building in this range.
He's using these curved walls, refracting the sound.
He's covering his tracks.
Ed: He is in the vicinity, he's accelerating to get a response.
He's targeting law enforcement.
He can see me and he's trying to draw me out.
Boss, if you get him back on the phone,
keep him on it; I can try tracking his position.
Copy that.
(Cell phone buttons beep)
You knew my dad was a cop, right?
I thought he was a farmer.
Yeah, well, before that he was a cop.
Remember the tower sniper?
Sam: Yeah, forty years ago, guy in a clock tower.
Jules: Killed 16 people that day.
Cops couldn't get to him.
They didn't have the tools or the training.
When it was all over with,
they decided they were gonna do something about it.
You're kidding.
Your dad was part of the first SWAT teams?
No, he was one of the cops that couldn't do anything.
He bought a farm on the prairies
and raised me and my brothers away from it all.
So, I guess he wasn't exactly thrilled that you became a cop?
We gotta get this guy.
You know what? He's not answering.
Luka, you mind calling him on your own phone?
Luka: No. Ed: Boss, boss.
The subject's already volatile.
You sure we want to bring in a third party right now?
Yeah, we're outta time.
And you think the kid can talk to him?
No, but he can keep him on the line long enough
for Spike to get a lock on where he is.
Okay.
Luka. Luka, if you get him talking,
think past his plan to the bigger picture.
You said you were like brothers, right?
Right.
Ed: Team, we're bringing in a TPI, put it on speaker.
Spike, I'm coming in.
(Petar's cell phone rings)
(Beeps cell phone on)
Luka: Petar.
(Speaking in Croatian)
(Whispers) English.
What good is this going to do?
You know what they did.
You know what I have to do.
He promised it'd be different here,
but it's not.
Spike: Come on, come on.
I got used to not being afraid.
(Tracking monitor beeps)
You don't need to be afraid.
They told me no one will be hurt.
That's what they said before he shot my father.
Tell them I want Ed Lane to come out
or more people will die.
Petar...
The phone's dead. Doesn't matter, I got it.
Ed: Where? Spike: Right...
Spike: There.
He's on the roof. That was locked down.
How'd he get in?
Jules, Wordy, meet me at the southeast corner, Bay and Queen.
Copy.
On our way.
Let's stop this guy before he shoots somebody else.
Parker: Eddie, you're the target, you're not going anywhere.
You're staying covered, right here, okay?
You can act as spotter from the ground.
- Boss... - That's an order.
Parker: Team, report in.
Wordsworth: Leaving City Hall.
There's an employee entrance.
Parker: Let's do this fast, before he shoots again.
Police officer: We kept the freight elevator open for you guys.
Stairwell's been blocked off? No one's been up or down?
Not since we locked it up. One SRU officer, that's it.
One SRU officer? Alone?
Police officer: Yeah. From team three.
Thanks.
Hey, Ed, Team Three on the scene?
Negative. Team Four, why?
Jules: Copper said an SRU went up to the roof solo.
Said he was Team Three.
Jules.
Yeah, I know.
Spike, put out an APB.
Subject may be wearing an SRU uniform,
or a mock-up, identifying himself as team 3.
Spike: We got reports an SRU entered building,
southwest corner, Bay and Queen.
We're accounted for, Team Four's accounted for.
Is anything else you can tell us, Luka?
Anything at all?
He's not a bad person.
He's not, he...
He got a job. He tried to fit in.
When his father was killed right in front of him...
I... I wanted to help him.
The lawsuit it was...
Useless, expensive, it just made it worse.
He got more angry, more bitter.
It was... It was terrible to watch.
Ed, we're at the roof. We're ready to move in.
Ed: Northwest corner, by the air vent;
looks like a rifle barrel.
Copy.
(Door squeaks open)
Ed: Guys, they're going in.
Boss?
Yeah, I'm on my way.
Lou? Wordy?
Almost there.
(Elevator rattles)
Thanks.
Jules: He's not moving.
Ed: Low and slow.
Copy.
He shot himself?
Any signs of trauma?
Sam: It's hard to tell.
Jules: I think we got him.
Police, drop your weapon!
Hands in the air or we will shoot!
Sam: Show me your hands! Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!
It's a decoy.
Where is he?
Ed: It's a decoy! Fall back!
Fall back now, take cover!
(Shot fires)
Sam: Officer down! Officer down!
Medic, come now! Jules, has been hit!
Officer down. We need EMS.
Bay and Queen. SRU officer down.
Sam: Stay with me, Jules.
Stay with me.
(Distorted gasps for breath)
Stay with me. Stay with me.
(Shot fires, bullet clanks against shield)
We're under fire! Get up here now!
Somebody get an angle on this guy!
(Shots firing, bullets clank against shield)
Shots are coming from City Hall.
Boss, this is about me.
I come out, draw his fire,
you get her out of the way.
Parker: Negative, negative, we do it as a team.
Ed: Copy. Greg, get her out of there.
Spike, you and me, west tower, City Hall.
Low and tight. Lewis, you cover.
Lewis: Yeah.
(Succession of shots firing)
(Shots firing, bullets clang against shields)
(Struggling for breath)
Roof's a grate;
we'll get eyes in the mechanical room.
(Shots firing, bullets zip by)
Lewis: Keep the shields up.
Wordsworth: Stay tight. Stay tight.
You're gonna be okay.
Parker: Getting you out. Sam: Keep her steady.
Parker: Getting you out, Jules.
Wordsworth: Go, go, go, go, go!
Lewis: Easy, easy.
Sam: All right, we got you.
(Gunshots fire rapidly, bullets clang)
Wordsworth: Come on, come on.
Lewis: She's clear!
(Gunshot zips through air)
Ed: We've got him. Upper level.
Go.
(Low hum of overlapping chatter)
Parker: Hey, you gotta let her go.
We're not done.
Lewis: Team Four Sierra's countering from the east tower.
Wordsworth: Sam, let's find a Sierra shot.
Sam: I got it.
Ed, we're on our way.
(Door opens and closes)
Boss, found a vantage point.
I can see the mechanical room.
Petar.
For the first five minutes of every day,
I forget that he's gone.
Then I remember and I see him die.
Spike: He's got Ed.
He's got a gun to his head.
Parker: We're on our way, Spike.
Spike: I don't have a clear shot.
Ed's in my line of fire.
Come on, come on!
You know what it's like to do what you gotta do
to save your family, okay?
I'm just... I just really...
My family's dead.
Ed: Okay, take a breath. Petar: You killed my father.
Petar. Petar.
He was all I had!
Let's just slow it down here, buddy, okay?
Tomorrow morning,
for the first five minutes...
Your son will forget that you're gone.
Ed: I need you to listen to me now, buddy, all right?
Sam, we need a solution.
Sam: I can't get a clear shot, he's behind the pillar.
Ed, you gotta move forward.
I need you to listen to me.
I'm sorry, but I need you to listen to me.
Please don't shoot.
(Shot fires, Petar thuds on ground)
(Slow, concentrated breaths)
Subject's down.
(Inhales and exhales)
Not a good day for either of us.
Yes, sir.
Just give him a minute, will you?
Where is she?
Saint Simon's. We're on our way.
I wanna go with you.
- Sam. - The paperwork can wait.
Get there when you can, okay?
We'll be there, we're not going anywhere.
That's a good job.
Ed: Braddock.
(Low hum of chatter)
(Gurney rattles)
Look, please...
Please, he was my friend.
Parker: He's cleared.
He's next of kin.
Luka: What should I have said to him?
What should I have said?
You did the best you could do.
Know that, you hear me?
You know that.
That's all you can do.
Go on.
(Low hum of chatter)
(Ambulance starts up and rumbles away)
(Hospital monitor beeps)
(Fast approaching footsteps)
(Monitor beeps)
Sam: Hey, Jules.
Hey, sweetheart, how're you doing?
I got here as fast as I could, Jules.
I'm so sorry.
I should have protected you.
(Monitor beeping)
Jules...
Parker: Okay, time to go, buddy.
Ed: No way.
There's nothing for you to do here.
If there was, I wouldn't let you leave. Go on.
She's on my team...
Eddie, you're two hours away if anything happens, anything changes.
You need to be with your family.
Do you hear me?
These aren't just words.
Go on. All right?
(Door locks click)
(Kitten meows, clicks teeth calling to cat)
♪ Here by my side an angel ♪
♪ Here by my side the devil ♪
♪ Never turn your back on me ♪
Hey. It'll be okay.
♪ Never turn your back on me again ♪
♪ Here by my side... ♪
Hey, kiddo.
How's she doing?
She's stabilized.
She's in good hands. She'll be okay.
And how're you doing?
I'm exhausted.
Yeah. Wanna talk about it?
When we get there, okay?
Okay. I'll drive.
Hey, kiddo.
Hey.
Can I sit in the front, dad?
All right.
Jump in, jump in.
♪ Here by my side ♪
♪ A new color to paint the world ♪
♪ Ooh... ♪
♪ Never turn your back on it ♪
♪ Never turn your back on it again ♪
♪ Here by my side ♪
♪ It's heaven ♪