Winnie?
Winnie!
- Where were you? - Just making some copies.
Parker: We need the briefing room.
Winnie: Team three's prepping a warrant.
Parker: Tell them to brief somewhere else.
Wordy: You let him get the drop on you.
Spike: I let him... I was covering you!
Parker: Hey-hey, cool it!
- Winnie, those files come in? - I'm working on it.
- Winnie. - I know!
SIU investigator: No talking to witness officers until you've--
Ed: I heard you the first time. Sam!
You heard the man, don't talk to witness officers.
Ed: Sam, you gotta listen to me.
Parker: Where you going, Sam?
Sam: I'm gonna shower and go home.
- We're not done here. - Well, maybe I am.
- We gotta debrief. - I got nothing to say.
It's not an option. Get in there.
Now!
Wordy: You okay? Man: This is a subject officer.
Yeah, I heard you the first time.
- I'm good. - 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.
Winnie: Yeah. Jules: Come on!
(Button beeps, door rumbles shut)
Demolition supervisor: The key's gonna be bringing down the stands.
Business man: A 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 going right out of the middle.
Demolition supervisor: Word of advice?
Might wanna watch what you say.
Why?
This place is like a temple to these guys.
Security guard: Morning.
Tell me again the last time your guys made the finals?
- Refresh me. - That's not the point.
Wasn't it half century?
Demolition supervisor: 42 years.
Yeah, might be time to move on.
So, you're telling me these stands are load bearing.
(Gunshots pop, stunned grunt, frantic yelps)
Demolition supervisor: Help me get him outta here! Come on!
Winnie: Hot call! Shots fired, Godwin Coliseum.
(Police sirens wail)
(Sirens wailing)
(SUVs rumble, tires screech)
(Action on weapons cock)
Parker: We got it, buddy, thanks.
How you doing?
I've been better.
Parker: You were in there?
Yeah, I'm the, uh, demolitions supervisor.
You get a visual on the shooter?
Demolition supervisor: No, but we weren't looking around.
We got outta there fast.
You get sense of what direction the shots came from?
No, place is huge.
There's a lot of concrete, echoes.
Like I said...
You were getting shot at, you weren't thinking detail.
No, I'm sorry.
Parker: Those the, uh, blueprints to the arena?
Demolition supervisor: Yeah. Ed: You mind?
I'll see you in there.
This is a friggin' nightmare.
How long is it gonna take to nail this guy?
If you can tell us...
I need to get my men in there.
Sam: Sir, we're asking you again, are you sure you can't recall
any detail of 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?
Sam: May I? Paramedic: Absolutely.
What the hell you doing?
What you can't tell us, your wound will.
Business man: Ow! Dammit!
Sam: Small bore, downwards strafe.
The 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.
Sam: Yup. Ed: 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.
Leah: 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.
Ed: All right, good. Let's keep it contained.
Ed: Jules? Jules: Copy that.
I'm gonna find you a place to command post inside.
Parker: Copy. Eddie?
Parker: April 2nd, 1957.
You know who played here?
The Memphis Flash.
Ed: Boss, focus.
The King.
Hold-hold-hold hold-hold-hold.
Infrared sensor.
(Equipment thuds lightly on floor)
(Shot fires)
Spike: Everyone's good?
SRU: Good. No problem.
(Shots fire repeatedly)
Same impact point, each shot.
It's rigged to go when someone walks across it.
Spike: It's out of ammo. Leah: Clever.
Spike: 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.
Ed: Okay, you and Leah check it out.
Low and slow.
Ed: So, no shooter.
But we got a booby trap.
Parker: 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.
Wordy: Stove Club Lounge. Players and brass only.
Always dreamed of getting in there.
Leah: Pretty open.
Sam: Yeah.
The gun's right there.
- Ready? Leah: Yeah.
Sam: Cover me.
(Gun parts clank)
Jules, I got a serial number.
Great, I'll run it through the registry.
Ed: Everything you dreamed it was, Wordy?
Still smell the cigars.
Ed: All right, we gotta lot of ground to cover.
Boss, what're 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 '57, you got Winston Churchill,
the Beatles three times,
70 years of pro-hockey,
people met here, people married here.
Ed: Right, 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.
Ed: Okay, Wordy, grab the ball cam.
Sam, Leah, how's your vantage?
About 80 percent.
We're almost blind on the north side.
Jules: Sarge, got a hit on the rifle.
Belongs to a Max Dykstra,
downtown address.
Parker: Okay, let's send some uni's over there.
Jules: 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?
Jules: No record, but he's a retired hockey player.
One year pro, 1978.
Parker: That's good news, Jules.
Eddie, we may have a line on the subject.
Ed: Copy that. Wordy.
Let's see if he left us anymore surprises.
(Ball clatters along floor)
This place is massive.
And lots of shadows.
Okay, clear.
Let's move in, a foot at a time.
We're looking for laser,
trip mechanisms, wires.
(Gunshots pop rapidly)
Ed: Back, back, back!
Eddie, talk to me!
Ed: I'm good. Wordy? Wordy: Uh-huh, no harm.
It's live fire!
Ed: We've got an active shooter.
He's here.
♪♪
Those were 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: 'Kay, we don't see anything on the cam.
We gotta regroup and contain, take this piece by piece.
Jule: 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've stolen it.
Claims not to know that it was missing.
And you believe him?
Jules: Ex-hockey player, hockey coach,
his rifle goes missing.
You know what they call that in the police business?
Hinky? Parker: Hinky.
Interrogate him.
Jules: Uniforms are bringing him in.
Man: (Over arena speakers) Your unit is trespassing.
Leave the building immediately.
I repeat, you are trespassing.
Leave right now.
(Blueprint rustles)
Okay, the wires run into the press gondola...
It's gotta be the announcer booth,
northeast corner.
Okay. Eddie, we're going up there.
Spike: 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. We're on our way.
Sam?
Sam: We can cover you, he still might be in there.
- Ready? - Yeah.
Both: Clear.
Ed, you at the door yet?
Door's closed.
Sam, keep this hallway covered.
Parker: Clear.
Ready?
This guy wants to talk, let's talk.
This is Sergeant Greg Parker with the poli--
Spike: Hold on.
He's cut the wires.
Boss, I don't think he wants to talk.
Parker: 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?
Leah: Or he knows we're the Strategic Response Unit.
Wordy: IR's a pretty sophisticated device for a civilian.
Okay, Jules, let's look into any recently returned vets.
It's a pretty wide net.
Parker: Cross-reference guys with criminal records.
(Telephone rings)
Boss, are you calling me?
What? No?
(Beeps phone on)
Yeah?
Voice: Why are you still here?
Ed: I'm glad you called. It's Ed Lane--
Voice: Get your unit outta here.
That was him. Where'd you leave your phone.
On the table, command post.
You sure? Yes, I'm sure!
There's only one way in there.
Wordy: And we had uniforms on the doors.
Ed: Let's go, let's go, let's move it.
Parker: Officer!
Anyone walk through that door in the past five minutes?
Female officer: No, sir.
Parker: What, this guy walk through walls?
Stack up.
Go!
Wordy: Ready? Spike: Yeah.
Ed: Sam?
Wordy: Boss, gimme a hand.
He may have left us a heat print.
He touched the wall.
Right there.
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.
Ed: 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 would 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.
Parker: Strict noise discipline.
(Door creaks open)
(Footsteps thud heavily)
Sam: Spike, I got a toe 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.
I've got goosebumps, I'm not even a hockey fan.
(Canister clatters, explodes and flares hiss)
Sam: Fall back! Go, go, go!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Ed: Sam, Leah, status! Status! Parker: Sam, talk to me!
Sam: Go, go, don't let it touch you!
Sam: Move, move, move! Water! Get water now!
Ed: Get the water! Let's get the water now!
Sam: Go, go, don't let it touch you!
SRU: (Frantic overlapping shouting) Bring 'em over here! Over here!
Sam: Hurry, Wordy!
SRU: Bring it, come on, come on! Hurry! Bring it now!
Spike: Put it down!
(Sam grunts and sighs)
Sam: I gotta get this off.
Parker: What the hell is it?
It's phosphorous.
Parker: Who gets their hands on phosphorous?
Spike: A lot of stuff you can get on the black market,
but white phosphorous?
Sam: Afghanistan.
Leftovers from the war with the Russians.
Parker: So this guy is military.
Spike: Didn't break the skin. You're gonna be okay.
Parker: And if it had?
Spike: It woulda got in the blood stream, it woulda 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.
Leah: 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.
Parker: Okay. Jules,
one of those 37 vets might be taking this personally.
I'm looking for a connection.
Police officer: Sergeant Parker?
Parker: Yeah?
Police officer: You sent for... - Charlie Howard.
I used to be an Usher here, '77 to '98.
Parker: 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 gotcha.
Parker: And he's a step ahead of us
because he knows every inch of this place.
You mean, he's been squatting here?
It'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?
Charlie: Well, no. Hey, not on a map.
Like I said, I only saw it once and that was...
Wow, Toronto versus Pittsburgh. '87.
Let me guess, we lost?
- Hey! Spike: Sorry.
All right, Charlie, this is important here, okay?
Do you remember where?
I just remember it was near a concession stand.
There's 24 concession stands.
Charlie: Well, let's get out there.
The old muscle memory will kick in.
No, it's too risky, Charlie.
Look, I gotta 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.
Sam: 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.
(Typing beeps) Hey, Jules,
I'm sending a text to boss's phone.
If this guy picks up, are you gonna be able to patch it into the headset?
No problem.
(Buttons beep)
(Send button beeps)
Okay.
(Cell phone chimes)
(Half laughs)
(Cell phone buttons beep)
(Cell phone rings)
Spike: Charlie?
No.
I know there was a sign, but that's not it.
(Cell phone rings)
(Cell phone beeps)
Braddock.
A.K.A. Badass Junior.
Sam: That's right.
What do I get to call you?
What're you doing in my A.O.?
Ah, just keeping the peace.
Man: Braddock, I need you to un-ass this area.
Sam: Ah, copy that. I just need to know...
uh, that everything's gonna be okay.
Hockey connections.
I'm just glad to be back in this place again.
I haven't been here since the '94 playoffs.
Chicago, game 5.
You see that game?
I would've frickin' killed to see that game,
but I had a tournament in Hamilton.
Get outta here.
You must' a been, what? Bantam, peewee?
Atom.
I didn't have a choice.
Team needed me.
Sam: So, how'd it go in Hamilton?
Man: It was the best we ever played.
Really?
Had to make it worthwhile, right?
Mr. Dykstra? Have a seat.
What 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--
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?
Well, coach made us cross-train.
We had to think each position.
Cover for anyone.
(Huffs) Sounds like my unit.
So, why this place?
Man: This place?
(Exhales)
This is where anything that ever matters 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 10 minutes
to get the names of the guys on the teams you've coached,
and about 3 seconds to narrow that down
to one name in common.
(Exhales)
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.
Max: First time I saw him play was right here at the coliseum.
It was a novice league fundraiser.
He just 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 you belong, I hear you.
Max: I took him under my wing, helped him up the ladder,
I mean, 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.
Darren: And 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 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.
Darren: And when things got bad over there...
I had one thing that I could hold on to:
I knew that I'd be back here one day.
Back at the Godwin Coliseum.
Centre ice.
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
Server uniforms.
This is it, I'm sure it's in there.
(Doorknob rattles)
All right, we got a 20 on the bunker.
Let's get a uniform up here,
send Charlie back through a secured passage.
Max: He sat in my living room there last week.
It was the first time I saw him since he got back.
I barely recognized him.
Darren: And I get back here...
And they're tearing it down.
I lived through all that...
(Exhales heavily)
And for what, right?
The lifestyle condos and a parking lot?
He sat there...
He was empty.
It was like his mind was somewhere else.
Like he was sleepwalking.
What happened to him over there?
Never told me.
Sam: Condos and a parking lot.
Just what downtown needs more of, right?
(Lock clanks noisily)
(Door clunks open)
Spike: Pictures from the front.
Looks like his unit.
Sending a picture.
(Camera beeps)
(Computer beeps)
"Syotos," Sam?
No?
He doesn't know, Spike.
Darren, you there still?
Darren?
You guys must be close, he's not talking.
Ed: (Hushed) Hey guys, guys.
Gotta go.
He's on the move.
(Door rasps open)
On three: One, two, three.
Darren Kovacs!
(Patter of footsteps)
(Grunts)
(Canister clatters)
SRU: Get down! Get down! Get down!
(Explosion)
Parker: Eddie? Ed: Flash-bang.
In pursuit.
Sam: I'm on my way. Ed: Sam, lower concessions.
He has gone down the escalators.
(Rapid-fire exchange of gunshots)
Ed: Anything?
No joy.
(Lights click off)
Ed: He cut the power.
Sarge, I got Darren's father on the line.
Copy that, Jules. Eddie?
Ed: I'm not going in blind so he can shoot at us again.
We get the power on, we go in after him.
Sam: Ed.
Ed, he's been shooting to miss.
Ed: You don't know that.
He's injured two people today, Sam, and you're one of 'em.
That wasn't personalized; Now it is.
Sam.
I got a connection, boss.
I know where this guy's coming from.
First solution's to talk, right?
You be objective.
Been SRU over a year, I know how it works.
Parker: 'Kay, 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.
Jules: ...And he's not been getting any professional help?
Darren's father: Ah, asking for help is not his thing.
Sounds like your son, um...
grew up with a lot of expectations around him.
Darren's father: Yeah, but it never went to his head.
Darren was always just...
He was always afraid
to disappoint the people who believed in him.
That's why he worked so hard.
And then when he came back home?
Darren's father: He just... cut himself off.
He started... you know, he wouldn't talk to anybody.
Started hitting the drink and...
Picking fights with strangers.
Jules: Did he ever tell you why?
Darren's father: Hang on, I'm nearly there.
(Cell phone buttons beeps, phone rings)
Darren: Braddock?
Sam: Darren.
Where'd you get my name?
That's, uh, that's our M.O.
We like to know who we're talking to.
Andrew's father: I was in the forces for a couple years when I was young,
and so was my dad.
I mean, 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.
And I knew it.
It killed me to see him do that.
But I always told my son, "you make your choices."
So I couldn't stand in his way.
Where was he deployed?
Kandahar.
Hey...
You found his... His musketeers.
Hey.
It's Howie Carson, his right winger.
Darren's father: Yeah, little Howie and Jordan and Pete.
Those guys...
They meant everything to him.
What happened in Kandahar?
Well, he, um...
He lost 'em.
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 wanna know what my war was, Kovacs?
I'm a long-distance marksman.
Sniper.
Sam: Yeah.
And I served with a friend, too.
A 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 something?
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.
Darren: If it hadn't been for me,
Howie never would've signed up.
He did it for me.
And now if have his blood on my hands.
And you don't know what that's like.
Yeah, I do.
The shot that took out Ben? That was... (Welling up)
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 kilometres away.
I killed him.
You know what? 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?
When you think you're gonna die...
And you're thinking you'd rather be dead than be where you are?
Yeah.
Now, for us, me and Howie,
this was it.
We knew if we could just make it back, you know?
We'd close our eyes and...
We'd imagine ourselves back here at centre ice.
(Sniffles shakily)
Now they're gone.
(Sniffles)
Howie's gone.
Mm. They're not gonna let me back in there...
And I got nothing here.
I got nothing to see me through.
Sam: 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's your first name again, Braddock?
Sam: It's Sam.
(Crying quietly)
(Sniffles)
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.
Look, Darren, I need you to...
I need you to put down your gun.
Okay, I will.
Sam: And I need you to come down to the bottom of the escalators
concession area.
(Exhales heavily) No.
Sam: Darren.
Centre ice.
It has to be you.
Too exposed.
Darren, I can't.
Centre 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.
Sam: He's unarmed and in plain view.
Basic precaution, Sam.
He trusts me. If he sees rifles,
what does that tell him?
Okay, but how do we know we can trust him?
(Lights click on)
That's your first sign.
So after Darren lost his friends, what happened?
Well, they sent him home before his tour was up.
How'd he take that?
Darren's father: He wasn't happy. (Darren cocks his gun)
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.
Darren's father: He wouldn't tell me why.
Just that, you know,
they were wrong, he was a good soldier.
Parker: I'm right behind you, Sam. Spike?
Darren's father: But I knew in my gut...
I knew why they wouldn't take him back.
There he is.
Sam: Darren, it's me.
It's Sam.
You made the right decision.
We're gonna get through this, okay?
Darren: I'm here!
You see, Sam?!
I'm a good soldier.
Wordy: Get down on the ground! Hands on your head!
Wordy: Get down on the ground, now!
Sam: Stop, man, what're you... What're you doing?
Think about this.
You don't need to do this.
Parker: (Whispering) Sam, stop.
I mean, think about what you're doing?
Ed: I don't have a shot.
Sam, stay right where you are.
Sam: I promise you, we can get through this, but...
Ed: Get him to come to you.
(Stammers, speechless)
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.
And I needed you to know that.
Oh, I know that. Buddy, I...
You just gotta stay with me, okay?
Please, stay with me.
Darren: See you on the other side.
(Gunshot pops loudly)
Subject down.
Sam: Why did you do that?
He wasn't gonna shoot.
Coulda stuck it out.
Huh?!
Weren't gonna shoot me, were you?
He wasn't gonna shoot.
He wasn't gonna shoot!
All right, stay there.
Any weapons?
Man: No, no, I'm a security guard, I work here.
What? I'm a security guard.
Wordy: All right, get up.
Guard: When the shooting started, I just went inside. It was stupid.
It's okay.
Guard: 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'd shoot me if I didn't do what he said.
- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.
- I'm so sorry. - That's okay.
Darren's father: That's my son, that's my son in there.
That's my son in there!
Police officer: Look, you can't go in.
That's my son in there!
(Sobbing)
He wasn't gonna shoot.
He was an immediate threat.
Parker: 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 lost perspective.
You put yourself right in the line of fire.
Sam: I knew him! Do you understand? I knew him!
Parker: 'Kay, what do you think he wanted, Sam?
He wanted to save the arena.
His military files.
Sam: No, look, he needed a mission
to defend the last place left where things made sense,
where things were fair.
But he wasn't gonna hurt me.
We couldn't take that chance, Sam.
You've never taken that 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 on the tape.
(Control beeps, device whirs)
Right there.
With volume.
Now.
(Shot fires)
Leah: What did he say?
(Control beeps, device whirs)
(Muffled chatter on tape, control beeps)
Darren: See you on the other side.
(Gunshot pops)
He said, "see you on the other side."
"Syotos."
It's a battle cry.
Parker: Yeah, but not this time.
He was saying goodbye to you, Sam.
That's why he wanted to go back.
He thought he should've died with his friends the first time around.
(Reading) "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 coulda done, Sam, to change that.
"It has to be you."
- He wanted me to kill him. - Come on, Sam.
Sam: Oh, that's all right, I get it.
Look, when I left the field and I joined SRU,
I didn't wanna be a point and shoot guy,
I didn't wanna take people out from a mile away,
I wanted to...
Save people, you know, up close.
But the one guy I should've 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.
(Withdrawing footsteps)
♪ Don't go sweet child ♪
♪ 'Cause we're doing all we can ♪
♪ I try to make you laugh ♪
♪ I try to make you see ♪
♪ Through the best of everything ♪
♪ Don't go sweet child ♪
♪ 'Cause we're doing all we can ♪
♪ I try to make you smile ♪
♪ I try to let you dream ♪
♪ Give you the best of everything ♪
It doesn't get any easier.
We don't get to win every time.
You gotta be at peace with who you are to get through that.
There's a bunch of guys I know. They're cops, they're 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 ♪
♪ We try to let it ♪
♪ We try to let it go ♪
♪ And I... ♪
♪ Try to let it ♪
♪ We try to let it ♪
♪ We try to let it go-o-o-o ♪
♪ Try to let it go ♪
♪ Don't go to sleep child ♪
♪ 'Cause we're doing all we can ♪
♪ We'll try to have some fun ♪
♪ Everything you do is wrong ♪
♪ Give you the best of all the world ♪
♪ 'Cause we're doing all we can ♪
♪ Try to let it ♪
♪ We're doing all we can ♪