Woman: (Screaming) Oh my God! No!
Nooooo!
Oh my God, my baby! My baby!
(Baby cries)
(Sounds Miles away) Ed!
(Breathing hard)
(Siren chirps, slightly echoing)
Woman: (Shrieking) Oh my God! Oh my God!
(Weeping)
Parker: What happened up there, Ed?
Eddie! What happened up there?
(Roaring increases in Ed's ears)
Dr. Bell: (Into phone) Just about.
You want me to pick up anything on the way home?
Sure. Red or white?
(Laughs)
Something "full-bodied and juicy."
Honey, I still have my Freud textbooks from med school,
don't make me use 'em.
Right now?
Radio stream: Shooting took place on the Center Island Ferry
just over an hour ago.
SRU were on scene
and the Special Investigations Unit confirms
there has been a civilian fatality.
Dr. Bell: (Clicking it off) I don't know.
Well, no, I couldn't tell you even if he was.
That-that's not gonna work.
You make a great dinner every night.
You can't bribe me that way. (Knock at the door)
I will.
I love you too. (Phone beeps off)
(Confused) Ed! Hey!
Did we... I didn't forget a session, did I?
No, no. I just wanted to drop off the books
and the journal and stuff you lent me.
Are you done with them?
Actually, I'm done with the sessions
and the therapy.
I just wanted to let you know.
Okay. Can you come in for a sec?
Yeah. Can you shut the door?
Sure.
Look, I know you're busy, so...
No, it's fine.
I just need to go through a few things
to wrap up our work.
- Do you have a sec? - Yeah.
Okay, and you started coming here, when was that?
Two months - two months, one week, five days.
That's right. (Laughs)
You wanted to talk about some specific issues around a case,
"May Dalton."
Shame, we never got around to talking about that.
Oh, that's okay.
Look, you have been great.
You've given me a lot of stuff to think about,
and I just wanted to say thanks.
I appreciate that.
I'm wondering, though,
why you feel like you're done with therapy?
Uh...
No offense, it's just not for me.
So I'm not that great, huh?
I didn't say that.
You kinda just did.
But - can I ask,
we didn't have a session booked till next week...
Why didn't you just drop the stuff off then?
Ed: No, I just, I... I hate when people borrow stuff
and don't return 'em, so...
This wouldn't have anything to do with today, would it?
Center Island Ferry?
I can't talk about that.
You can talk about anything here, Ed...
You know that - if you want to.
Whatever happened today,
it's got nothing to do with that,
it's not why I'm done.
Okay.
Look, you've already paid for this week's session.
And I like you, Ed,
but I'm still gonna charge you for it.
You're here anyway,
why don't you just tell me about your day.
You sure there's, uh, no place you have to be?
I'm right where I need to be.
Okay.
The day started normal.
Up early, out early. Just the way I like it.
(Alarm clock blares)
Don't you look nice...
Dr. Bell: How's the family? Sophie, Isabelle...
Ed: Good.
Dr. Bell: How about Clark?
Cutie...
Just you had mentioned
you guys were having some issues communicating.
No, he's good. We're all good. We're all good.
- Work was- - "Good?"
(Laughs) It was.
Ed: All right!
All right, now, I love today.
Do you know why I love today?
Spike: Whatever it is,
I'm guessing it means why we won't love today.
That's right! Today is drill day...
Races, weights, punishing physical activity.
What's not to love?
(Laughs) Wow.
And they haven't found a way to accidentally shoot you yet?
(Laughs)
Well, there's a reason why we're the best team in the city.
Trust me, they love it.
Anyway, it didn't matter.
(Klaxon blares) Winnie: Hot call, Team One.
911 call, firearms involved.
Spike: Saved by the Winnie!
Winnie: Multiple callers report single white male...
Ed: White male, 30's, downtown area,
had a duffel bag and firearm.
You hear yourself, right?
You talk to me like I'm your sergeant,
or the Special Investigations Unit.
I don't need an official report.
Just try telling me like uh...
I'm a friend, or another cop.
But you're not a cop.
I mean, I'm sorry, but you're not.
No. I'm not.
But I know a bit about the job.
Really.
Well, how?
Just try... telling me the story
however it feels best.
We were unsure where the subject was
in the downtown area.
(Sirens wail, tires squeal)
Ed: Spike, traffic cams?
Spike: Sending you what we've got so far.
Looks like he's heading south on Bathurst,
past Lakeshore.
(Tablet beeps)
Looks bigger than a sidearm to me.
Could be a sawed-off shotgun.
He's carrying it out in public?
Ed: And whatever's in that bag.
Guys, what do we got down there...
Parks, construction yards, what?
Harbourfront.
Ed: Okay, team, Harbourfront.
No lights, no sirens; Let's not spook our subject.
Spike, look for him on Harbourfront CCTV footage.
Parker: Guy's carrying a weapon in plain view.
We might be looking at heightened emotion,
and desire to provoke confrontation.
Spike: Guys... (Tablet beeps)
He's getting on the Center Island Ferry.
His weapon's concealed.
Ed: We can't let that boat get out on open water.
Spike: No, the footage is from four minutes ago.
The boat's already left.
He starts shooting, it's fish in a barrel.
We'll have no way to stop him.
Sam: We get a marine cruiser,
we can board from the port side emergency ladder.
Jules: Then you lose the element of surprise.
We could call the boat back to the terminal,
and rush it when it docks?
Ed: There's too many people, it's uncontrolled.
We don't know what's in that bag;
if he's got a bomb, weapons, what.
Isn't there another old marine terminal,
down below Lakeshore?
They still got a dock, totally abandoned.
We'd have complete control. Good thinking, Leah.
All right, Eddie, you get eyes in on the boat,
I'll co-ordinate with the port authority.
Port authority: We'll announce an emergency evacuation.
Parker: No, no. Don't make it sound like an emergency.
Just have the captain announce
that they have to make a last minute stop
and they'll be on their way soon.
Dr. Bell: That must be hard...
Rushing to a scene,
not knowing what you're about to face.
I'd find that hard. Scary, even.
Well, you hope for the best, plan for the worst.
(Ferry horn bellows)
Ferry Captain: (Over speakers) We are docking temporarily to address a minor repair.
Thank you for your patience.
Sam: Good visual on the ferry.
Ed: No joy on the subject.
Parker: Eddie, we're holding off on the gangplank...
No one on or off
until we know what we're dealing with.
Ferry captain: I repeat: We are docking temporarily
to address a minor repair. Thank you for your patience.
He must be inside.
Ed: Okay, hold on. We got a middle-aged man here,
he's carrying a duffel bag.
Sam: Check his right arm - he's hiding something.
He's talking.
To who?
Ed: I don't know. He's got no phone. He's alone.
He's got no headset.
Sam: He's acting erratic. He's reaching for the bag!
Parker: What's he got in there, Eddie?
(Breathing hard)
It's a baby.
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A baby, say again?
Sam: Affirmative. Subject has a baby in his bag.
What's he doing?
Okay, we lost him. He's gone inside, boss.
I'm coming down for an action plan.
Officer Braddock remained in position
to cover the boat
while the rest of the team and myself
formed an action plan.
The priorities were: Save the infant,
evacuate the passengers,
remove the subject as a threat.
What was that like?
"Like?"
That's my job.
We get two or three EDP calls a week...
That's "Emotionally Disturbed Person."
I know what an EDP is; That's my job.
I'm just wondering what it's like to be there,
knowing that a life's in danger.
Knowing that... it's up to you.
You mean "how did it feel?"
Would I ask something like that?
You just did.
(Laughs) That's true.
It felt good.
Because I knew that we were the best chance that baby
and those people had of getting out alive.
Because of my team.
They're fast, they are smart, and they're brave.
They'd give their lives for each other,
the public, for me.
Dr. Bell: And your sergeant?
Ed: And Greg he's a... he's at a whole other level.
I mean, nobody knows people better...
How they think, what they'll do.
He wrote the book, huh?
He is the book.
Winnie: Boss, I got an Amber alert here,
came out about an hour ago.
"Katherine Thompson," 5-month-old infant.
Okay, Winnie, let's put a call out to the...
The mother? I'm patching her through.
Parker: Nice work, Winnie.
Mrs. Thompson?
I've got sergeant Greg Parker on the line.
Maria Thompson: Oh my God, where's my baby! Do you have my baby?!
Parker: Mrs. Thompson, my name is Greg.
Now, I can't imagine what you're feeling right now,
but I need you to help me with something, please.
Ed: Now, you get why he did that, right?
Terrified woman, out of control.
Instead of asking about the baby...
The source of her fear...
He asks for a favour,
giving her some control back.
Did I pass?
Hmm...
We needed to figure out a connection
between the subject and the baby.
Parker: She's with a man, in his thirties, brown hair...
Maria: It was just her and me all day.
She doesn't sleep so well,
so anytime she dozes, I put her in her room, alone.
I opened the window.
(Tearing up) I just did it for the air.
Parker: Best thing for a little one.
But who would have access to that window?
Maria: I'm on the fifth floor, it leads into a fire escape.
Someone could have come up, it could...
I don't know, I don't know...
It could be anyone, I don't know!
Ask if she knows anybody who plays piano.
Anybody you know play piano, Maria?
Maria: (Freezes)
Harold.
Who's that?
Maria: My neighbour. Harold Beamer, I think.
He plays piano all day and night.
Sometimes he wakes up Katie,
but he always stops when I ask him to.
He's nice, he's nice...
Even if he's a bit... well, crazy.
Can you even say "crazy" these days?
Ed: Sam, meet us down below. We'll cover onboard.
Sam: Copy that. On my way.
Spike: Right this way, thank you very much.
Spike: Right this way. Leah: Right over her, folks.
Spike: Right this way, please. Thank you.
Sorry, folks. Port Authority.
We have to vacate this boat. Technical issues.
Sorry about that.
Right this way.
Leah: Eyes on subject - seated bow, port side.
Maria: He lives alone.
H-he barely comes out.
Today, there was a couple guys in moving uniforms.
They were banging on his door.
There was a woman with them. She was crying.
I asked them to keep it down, for Katie,
but he never came out, so they left.
He could have gone out of his apartment,
and up the fire escape.
(Panicking) Is it him? Oh my-why would he do this?!
Parker: Mrs. Thompson, I'm gonna have a police officer
come and get you,
bring you down here, all right?
(Maria sobs) You hang tight.
Winnie, "Harold Beamer"...
Psych hospitals, criminal record,
anything you got.
Eddie, what was with the piano thing?
It was just a hunch.
It looked like he was playing scales
on the gun barrel.
"Scales?" Really? How'd you know that?
Oh! Clark plays, doesn't he?
Turns out the hunch was good.
Harold Beamer, admitted to the psych ward
at St. Patrick's Hospital, 2002.
Right this way, folks!
Spike: There'll be another boat soon.
Parker: He's a former pianist with the Toronto Philharmonic.
Diagnosed bipolar/ schizoaffective disorder.
He's prone to delusions and mania.
(Loud buzz of chatter, seagulls cry nearby)
Mother: Come on, hon, the man's being very patient.
Spike: It's fine, it's fine. Right this way, come on.
Mother: Oh look! Spike: Ma'am...
Harold: No! No! You need to be quiet, okay?!
(Mother gasps)
Leah: Subject is armed.
Spike: 'Kay, sir, sir, look at me.
You don't need to use that gun, okay?
(Baby cries)
Oh, look what you've done! Oh no, oh...
Ed: Sam, port side. Jules, take the door, stay low.
Sam: What if he comes out blasting?
Ed: Whoever has the shot takes the shot.
Ed: Our options were extremely limited.
I made sure each of us was ready
to neutralize the subject...
To "neutralize"?
To kill.
Okay. Go on.
Say it.
Sorry?
"How could you kill a sick and desperate man?"
That's what you're thinking.
Actually, I wasn't. I was thinking about you,
I wasn't thinking about your EDP.
"Harold Beamer."
We knew his name by then.
That's interesting.
What?
Dr. Bell: Well, when you started, he was "the EDP"
or "the subject."
Now, he's... Harold Beamer.
Ed: That's the job. "Connect, respect, protect."
That includes EDP's like Harold Beamer.
We wanna get through to them
so we don't have to neutralize them.
There's that word again.
(Terse laugh) It's not my word.
It's official police terminology.
It makes people feel better...
The brass, media, everybody.
Trust me, you shoot a girl in a public place...
"A girl?"
What?
You said "girl."
A girl, a guy, "subject." Harold Beamer.
People want you to use the magic words
to protect them...
Dr. Bell: There's no brass here, Ed. No media. Just me.
And I may not be a cop,
but my dad was a 20-year vet on the force,
so you don't need to protect me.
Okay.
(Sighs heavily) The situation was a mess,
and it was about to get a lot worse.
(Baby wails)
Harold oh... oh no.
Please, okay, no noise.
Please just keep it down.
Jules: Come on, let's go. Quick!
(Baby wails)
Harold: Oh, she's upset. It's okay, Suzy.
Baby's name is Katie.
I don't know who Suzy is.
Next of kin is listed as Jordana Hauser,
she's been notified.
Shhhh... she's very sensitive, she's sensitive.
She doesn't... She doesn't like the noise,
and she... she needs to hear the music.
I just need to...
I need... I need to turn it around.
I need to turn it around!
(Starting to freak) I need to turn it around!
Spike, just keep him focused on you.
Okay, talk to me, how do we turn it around?
You can't. Only I can if I'm...
Harold, Harold...
We don't have to rush this thing, okay?
We can just talk it through.
How do you know my name?
Of course you know my name.
You know my birthday, my blood type,
my shoe size...
(Exploding) Everything!
(Baby screams)
You don't know what I know though.
Suzy... oh!
You don't know... you're a liar!
(Screaming) You're a liar!
I don't have the shot!
Sam: Harold, stop right there!
(Baby cries)
It's okay...
Harold: Oh! Suzy... It's okay, Suzy.
Ed: It's okay.
Daddy's... Daddy's here.
Ed: Thank you, Harold.
Thank you for that.
Harold...
Harold: Don't worry, daddy's got you.
Ed: - Harold! Harold! Harold: - Daddy's here, Suzy.
Harold, you don't need to do that.
(Baby wails)
Dr. Bell: Ed?
Can you keep going?
The baby, was she okay?
You want a happy ending.
Everybody does.
But when things don't work out, you know who they blame?
(Baby's cries echo)
I could see the baby, right there,
but there was nothing that I could do about it.
(High-pitched wail)
Ed: We couldn't shoot - he'd drop her.
We couldn't rush him...
We had to wait and see what he'd do.
Parker: Ed, status?
Ed: If he jumps, I'm going in after him.
We need that police boat here now.
Harold: No! Ed: Harold!
Harold: Stay back! Just leave us alone!
Jordana: You have to let me through! Please! Please! Harold?!
Calm down, ma'am.
Harold?! Calm down. Who are you?
- I'm Jordana Hauser. - Harold Beamer's next of kin?
Yeah. Where is he? Okay.
Jordana: - What did he do? Parker: - Calm, calm...
Jordana: The officer wouldn't tell me what he did.
Calm down, all right?
Now, we're dealing with a very dangerous situation here.
Harold's up there,
he's in an extreme manic state.
He took a baby, he calls her Suzy.
Suzy's his daughter. She's our daughter.
But she's right there.
Harold: Stay back!
Ed: Okay, Harold, just wait.
Harold: Nooooo!
Sam: Harold, don't do it.
Ed: Harold, no! (Baby wails)
Parker: What's happening, ed?
He's climbing. He's still got the baby.
Sam, get up to the next deck.
(Baby wails, Harold grunts with effort)
Sam: Harold, Harold, take it easy, okay?
We're not trying to hurt you.
Ed: There's nowhere left to go, Harold.
Just take it easy. It's okay.
No. You don't understand. You don't understand...
Ed: Harold!
Harold.
Dr. Bell: Ed, stop.
(Labored breathing) No, I can do this.
Dr. Bell: I know, I know, just breathe.
Look at me.
Any numbness? Dizziness?
I'm not having a heart attack.
I don't think it's your heart.
I think we should go back.
Start again.
Okay, fine. Fine.
The subject had stopped,
he was unresponsive to our...
Dr. Bell: No. Not there.
Back - to the start of your day.
Why? Because we go through this every time.
For the past two months, one week, and five days,
you come in, crack some jokes,
you tell me I'm not a cop,
and the moment we get to something real,
like your marriage, your son, May Dalton,
(protesting) You race through the session,
and then you leave.
Ed: I don't need to talk about all that.
- Ed, you're having a panic attack. Ed: - I've got a job to do.
Dr. Bell: Not if you walk out of here you don't.
- Excuse me? - I'm not your sarge, Ed,
but I am a psychologist with specific obligations,
like reporting that a patient who works with the public,
who, in my professional opinion,
is not fit for duty.
"Not fit for duty?"
Let me tell you something.
I have faced every board, every panel, and every trial,
and I have been cleared!
I'm not talking about that, Ed.
Where were you when I had to shoot May Dalton?
I mean, who are you to judge me?
Nobody was there,
but everybody wants to judge me.
Who's judging you, Ed?
You said yourself, you were "protecting" us.
Because you don't know what it's like!
Then tell me.
Tell me.
- You wanna know? - Yes.
Okay.
I woke up this morning, in my basement, alone...
(Alarm blares, baby cries)
Like I've done every day for the last two months
because it's just easier that way.
Clark! Clark!
Come on, you don't have to do that right now.
Come on, it's okay.
Sophie: He has a recital tomorrow.
A recital?
Why am I the last to know about this?
So, no, I wouldn't say
we're really "connecting" right now.
Okay. And work?
(Locker slams shut)
(Deep breathing)
All right...
All right, all right, all right!
I mean, is that what you wanna hear...
That I'm sleeping alone? That my kid won't talk to me?
And deep breathing before facing your team?
It's not like I let anyone see that.
Why don't you?
'Cause I'm their team leader. Okay, I'm their team leader.
When we're on a call,
when it all goes to hell, they look to me...
To be calm, to be in control, to keep them all safe.
That's my job.
Nobody wants to know about the rest of it.
They don't need to see that.
Thank you.
(Chuckles) For what?
For being honest.
So... you were on the ferry.
The baby was safe?
No, the baby wasn't safe...
That was the problem,
and it was still the priority.
Jules: Mr. Beamer?
Ed: Officer Callaghan took lead on negotiation.
Harold?
Ed: We know women are less threatening
to subjects like Harold.
I'm Jules.
I'm hoping that we can sort this out.
Can you tell me where you're trying to go?
We're on the Center Island Ferry, aren't we?
Jules: You're a musician?
I see that you're doing scales.
Don't patronize me. What kind?
I'm sorry?
Harold: What kind of scales was I playing?
I don't know.
Ed: They're exercises.
They're the uh... Hanon exercises.
Harold: Yeah.
Can you tell us about your music, Harold?
Jordana: When we started dating, he was already "eccentric."
I'd been second flute long enough
to know the genius type.
He played Chopin by ear at age 11...
And... the Philharmonic at age 21.
When did he stop just being "eccentric"?
Um...
It was after Suzy was born.
He lived for her.
He would sleep next to her crib,
in case she woke up,
and he would play music to her on this little...
Um, it was a little toy piano that we had.
She was just six months old,
but he was sure that she was smiling, you know;
that she could hear the music.
I didn't notice the change, at first.
That he stopped going to rehearsals,
and then he stopped playing concerts.
You know, he would only play for Suzy.
Harold: The ridiculous orchestra, the people listening...
They couldn't really hear. I mean, not really.
My Jordana could hear, but... not anymore.
Suzy, she could hear!
I would play for her, and it was beautiful.
Jordana: When he's lucid, he knows that he needs help.
And then he starts to take his meds
and he says he can't hear the music,
so then he stops taking his meds
and then this happens and...
You know, we couldn't stay together...
I paid for an apartment though, you know,
and a piano.
And I knew if I played and I practiced,
and I played, and then she would hear.
My Suzy would hear.
And then one day, a miracle...
She's right next door.
And I played, and she listened.
It was good.
Jordana: I called him a week ago, and he was raving.
Something about "Suzy," and "the music," and...
He hadn't eaten in days.
He needed help, so I called the movers
to take his piano to the hospital,
so that he could play.
But then when we got there this morning,
he wouldn't even come out to see us.
And then the neighbour came out
and told you that her baby was sleeping.
Oh God, no, is that the baby?
Did I do this?
No, this is no one's fault.
You know, if you could just see him,
if you just knew him the way that he really is...
This is not who he is.
Ed: He was just staring at me.
Not Jules. Not the baby.
Me.
Why do you think he was staring at you?
It didn't matter.
He believed what he believed.
He posed a threat to himself and to others.
We had no choice.
(Screaming) Liar!
Ed: Put it down, Harold!
I would never hurt her! I would never hurt her!
(Gunshot echoes)
And the subject was neutralized.
Is that what you wanted to hear?
Am I "fit for duty" now?
Dr. Bell: I'm sorry, I just...
I don't understand how this man
went from telling you about the music,
and his daughter, to pointing a gun.
He was mentally ill. He was in a manic phase.
But what happened in the time between him staring at you
and the shot being taken?
What happened to Jules? Or the baby?
What're you leaving out, Ed?
Ed: I told you.
The man was shot. He was killed.
Yes.
But you didn't shoot him, did you, Ed?
I told you my dad was a cop.
So I know that,
after a shooting in the line of duty,
an officer must turn everything over to the SIU as evidence...
His notebook, his gear...
His uniform.
So, tell me,
what really happened on the ferry?
(Baby's cries echo, steady beating of a heart)
Dr. Bell: Ed?
Ed.
I wanna help you,
but you have to be honest with me.
Tell me what happened.
He just wouldn't stop staring at me.
(Seagulls' cries echo)
Jules: Harold, we're right here if you wanna talk.
Harold: How did you know?
The Hanon exercises - how... how did you know?
Parker: Ed, his voice is lowered; He's personalizing.
He might be transitioning to a lucid phase.
Ed: (Quietly) I got the shot.
Parker: Sam's covering, ed.
If Harold's reaching out to you, you reach back.
Ed: My son plays, Harold.
Harold: The piano?
And the cello.
Oh... The soul of the orchestra.
(Hums a few low notes of Clair de Lune)
Hi, princess.
(Continues to hum Clair de Lune)
Do you know that one?
Ed: I do. That's... (Trying to remember)
Clair... Clair uh...
Clair de Lune.
Debussy.
(Whispering) That's right, that's right.
Ed: And all of a sudden, he seemed... happy,
and for a second, so did I.
Why do you think that is?
(Sighs) It made me think of Clark.
But that's not the point.
We had to move fast and get into reality testing.
Find areas you agree on:
"The sun is out, you are a man..."
We're on a ferry. I'm a police officer.
And that's a baby at your feet, right, Harold?
Harold: Yeah, yeah... it's... It's my Suzy.
Ed: Okay.
Harold, can I ask you how you know that's Suzy?
(Baby wails)
(Short, erratic breaths)
I know, I don't...
Wait. Wait, stop!
Ed: No problem, Harold. You okay?
Harold: Between me and you,
there seems to be a lot of people with guns around here.
Probably not the best place for a baby, right?
Now, I know that you don't wanna hurt anybody here,
especially not that baby.
Harold: Look at this.
I did this, didn't I?
Ed: It's okay, that's why we're here
to help you out of it.
I thought it was working.
But... then he stared at me again,
and this time... It was different.
Different how?
He didn't seem curious... or interested in me.
This time...
he looked like he finally understood something.
It won't ever stop.
I'll go away and I'll take the pills,
and I'll... I'll think that I'm better, you know?
I'll just end up back here all over again.
(Sharp exhale) Okay, he's bottoming out.
Ed, Sam, watch for a shift to suicide.
Jules, if his attention is on himself,
you get the baby.
Ed: Harold, let me ask you,
you were going over to the island, right?
What's going on there? Talk to me.
Harold I came to get my piano, they were...
They were banging on the door and Suzy was upset.
I mean, she doesn't know, she's just a baby.
All the noise, I just wanted it to be quiet,
so I could hear.
The music?
Yeah.
When I... When I hear the music,
it tells me that there's love inside me and everyone,
and that we're all safe.
And then I take my pills,
and I listen to the doctor, and there's no music.
It's just me.
And all the things that I've done
and the people that I've hurt...
My Jordana, my-my...
My Suzy...
Harold, I know you love your daughter,
but what happened is in the past.
But I need you to do the right thing now.
No, it is not. It's...
It's in here.
It's in here and I can't make it stop.
I can't!
(Baby wails)
I'm so sorry...
(Baby wails)
I think we should go now, Suzy.
Ed: Harold...
Are you sure of that's- that's Suzy, Harold?
Harold: - Yes! Ed: - Okay.
Yes, it is.
You don't think I know my own daughter?
I didn't say that.
You're a liar!
Parker: Careful, Eddie, he's splitting;
he's making you the enemy.
Ed: - Harold! Harold: - Liar!
Ed: Harold, I'm here to help you!
Harold: - No! Ed: - Look at me! Talk to me!
Harold: (Screams with rage) No! I wouldn't hurt her!
Sam: Drop it!
Harold: - I would never hurt her! Ed: - Put the gun down!
Ed: - Put it down! Harold: - I would never hurt her!
(Everything freezes)
Dr. Bell: Ed? Ed, where are you?
I'm right there... in the moment...
The moment I kill someone.
Dr. Bell: Okay. Describe it for me.
Ed: I use a four count breathing method
to keep my heart rate at 40 to 50 beats per minute.
I maintain light pressure on the trigger of my weapon.
I aim for the center mass, in order to make the kill.
Dr. Bell: But it isn't that simple, is it?
I read somewhere that in World War II,
only 10 or 20 percent of soldiers
actually fired at the enemy.
The rest aimed above, to the side...
Anywhere but at the man.
Because... it isn't easy, is it,
to go against the fundamental instinct
not to kill a fellow human being.
I mean, that's why we train to break that instinct.
So that in the moment, we don't think.
It's like a switch on or off, black or white.
"Connect, respect, protect."
Or kill.
It is my job now. This is what I must do.
Harold: (Sounds distorted) No! I would never...
Ed: The imminent threat is clear.
The target is clear.
I have the shot...
And I can't do it.
(Hear Harold screaming in rage)
Then it all went wrong.
I didn't take the shot.
I think you're right.
I don't think I can do this job anymore.
How do I go back now?
I mean, what do I tell them? What do I tell my family?
Well, first, we need to finish.
You didn't hear me? I am finished.
No, Ed, on the ferry. Finish what happened there.
Harold: You don't think I know my own daughter?
(Breathing hard) You're a liar!
Ed: - Harold! Harold: - Liar!
Ed: Harold, I'm here to help you!
Look at me! Talk to me!
No!
(Baby cries)
(Loud roaring as the screaming and crying swirl)
(Loud gunshot)
Jordana: What happened?!
What'd you do?!
Parker: (Over headset) What happened up there, Ed?
Eddie! What happened up there?
Ed!
Jordana: (Screams hysterically) Somebody tell me something, please!
What happened?!
What'd you do?
Oh no! Tell me what happened, please, somebody!
No, please!
Ed: (Breathing hard)
Sam: Subject's neutralized.
Ed, what're you doing?
Gotta fix him up; His family's down there.
Hey.
They can't see him like this.
(Quietly) Ed, it's a crime scene.
You can't do anything to his body, okay?
Ed: I couldn't stop... looking.
At what?
At the hole...
Where his heart used to be...
When he was still alive.
Stainton: Step aside.
Parker: Who took the shot?
Sam: I did.
Stainton: Braddock, you're sequestered,
you have to relinquish your firearm.
You know the drill, I'll take you to SIU.
The baby...
Jules: She's okay. She's on the dock with her mom.
Says she wants to talk to you, say thank you.
Ed: Jordana and the daughter?
Parker: What happened, Eddie?
Stainton: Parker, what're you doing?
Ed: I've gotta go.
Stainton: Ed, you're a witness officer;
the team stays until Braddock and I go.
I didn't take the shot.
Spike: Hold up, buddy, I'll come with you.
Ed: I got it, no.
(Distorted murmurs, sirens chirp)
(Jordana's sobs echo)
Ed: I just drove.
I got in the truck, the books were in the truck,
and I just had to get here. I don't know why.
I just had to get here.
I blew the call. Another person's dead.
What am I gonna do?
Okay. You blew the call...
Not sure that's what I heard.
Can we do a little bit of reality testing,
see what we agree on, the two of us?
Ed: - Yeah. Dr. Bell: - All right.
The baby was saved.
Ed: Yeah.
Dr. Bell: The passengers were saved.
Ed: Right.
Dr. Bell: You profiled your subject, in order to negotiate.
When all other options were exhausted,
your teammate was ready.
Whoever has the shot takes the shot.
(Gunshot echoes loudly)
Dr. Bell: So it all went how it was meant to,
based on what you tell me,
and based on how you trained them.
No, not them - not them at all. Me.
It's black or white; you take the shot or you don't.
Dr. Bell: - You kill or you don't. Ed: - Yes!
And if you kill, you're judged,
you're blamed.
Yes.
Dr. Bell: And if you don't kill, you judge, you blame...
Yourself.
Is this really about whether or not you took the shot?
Why are you here?
To hear me tell you you're a monster?
Or to tell you why you can't talk to your son?
Dr. Bell: - What do you want, Ed? Ed: - I don't know!
Dr. Bell: - Yes you do. Ed: - I don't know!
Dr. Bell: Yes you do, and you have to tell me.
You have to say it.
(Voice cracking) What's wrong with me?
I see these people - everyone I ever...
May Dalton?
Ed: I'm up on a roof, I see her through my scope...
Every day, every night.
Let me ask you this:
Did your father ever talk about that?
No.
I mean, maybe that's what the drinking was about,
the nights away...
Until my sixteenth birthday when he didn't come back.
(Clears throat)
I try to look for him every once in a while,
but, you know, so far...
You know, maybe one day he'll come back
and tell me what it was like for him.
But so far, he hasn't had the courage.
Not like you.
I couldn't do my job. That's not "courage."
I'm not talking about your job, Ed.
I'm talking about you.
Why did you come here?
Harold said he was going to the island to be safe.
Maybe that's what I was looking for.
No. Harold was going to the island to escape.
You came here for something else.
Let me show you.
Come with me.
(Door clicks open)
(Ed exhales heavily)
It hurts to do your job.
It hurts to take a life.
It hurts to be the one who stands on a rooftop...
or a boat...
and kills.
Even when it's right, it hurts.
So you can quit your job, stop talking to your son,
or run away from it all like my father, or Harold,
but none of that is gonna help you face
the one thing you're actually running away from.
(Breathing hard)
So the question is, Ed,
can you allow yourself to feel the pain?
(Gunshot blasts)
(Breathing hard)
(Multiple gunshots)
How?
How do I face that?
(Mournful piano piece plays)
(Gunshot blasts)
(Sobs) She was eighteen...
she was eighteen.
She had her whole...
she had her whole life ahead of her.
I took it.
I took it!
(Sobbing) I took it...
She was... eighteen years old.
She had her whole life ahead of her
and I took it.
How can I face that?
How can my kid look me in the eye?
You know what I see when I look in your eye?
(Sobbing)
Dr. Bell: I see a cop,
a father,
a hero,
a man.
I'd be worried about you if you didn't feel like this.
I'd be worried about you
if you didn't come to see me today.
But I'm not.
You're gonna be okay.
Just remember, Ed,
the job is black and white,
but how you feel isn't.
That's... that's okay?
Yeah... that's okay.
I've stood on so many of these rooftops.
Dr. Bell: You want your son to look you in the eye,
you need to tell him how it is.
I got a few people I gotta talk to.
Yeah, there's a few people I think I need to talk to.
(Soft, sweet, mournful piano music plays)
♪
(Silent dialog)
♪
(Piano music stops when Clark stops)
Sorry, I can do this later.
Ed: No. It's okay.
Don't stop.
It's beautiful.
(Chuckles softly)
(Continues playing piano piece)
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