Get down! Down!
Ungh!
Police! Stand down!
Get ready to move! I'm gonna cover you!
Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
_
Yeah.
I'll be at the hospital tomorrow,
so page me when you have him open.
I'll drop in for eval.
Pre-op looked good. Should be straightforward.
Still, I wanna have as many eyes in there as I can.
Oh, Abby, one more thing.
Yeah?
How much more would you love me
if I had a cleft in my chin?
Like ten percent?
Uh, mm... You're an idiot.
What?
Come on, I'm just...
I'm powerless against these cheekbones,
and I just thought a cleft might even it out,
that's all.
Mmm...
Imbalance is bad for a marriage.
Don't forget to pick up Hannah today.
I won't.
I'm gonna schedule the procedure!
You do that.
I will.
Shots fired! Shots fired!
Green Acres Motel, 7607 Kingston Road.
Maps coming to you now.
Okay, team, let's spread out.
We're a man down, so recon before we approach,
and watch your backs.
Copy.
I'm the manager, I called. Up the stairs.
just get back inside and take cover, sir, please.
Bravo Team, let's move.
Exits covered.
Looks like a hasty exit.
Shell casing's still hot.
Let's move.
Police! Police!
Drop your guns! We're coming in!
- Police! SRU! - Police! SRU!
Clear!
- It's clear! - Boss.
The guy was maybe 35, bearded...
Checked in yesterday. John Smith.
John Smith, huh?
You pay cash, you call yourself whatever you want.
Did you see what he was driving?
Yeah, a blue panel van.
And his "guests"?
No guest.
Nothing. Okay, thank you.
All right, team, Caucasian male, mid-30s, beard--
Not any more, boss.
Looks like our guy had a little makeover,
and a photo shoot too.
Fake ID?
You got it.
Found an RFID tag, used in passports.
Team One, multiple civilian calls
placed in the last 10 minutes.
Blue panel van driving recklessly.
Last seen downtown, Adelaide and Church.
All right, let's move! Jules, you're with us.
Hey, winnie, remember that forger we busted last year
on the Huss case?
Andrew Callison?
He's great with ink, but his code was sloppy.
Yeah, that's the one.
We need the last known address.
Where's Alston?! Alston!
Can I help you?
Sir, Dr. Alston is busy.
- Hey. - Come with me.
- What's going on? - Come on.
No, I can't. I'm busy!
Hey! Relax!
Security, suite 207, right away!
Relax! Hey, come on! Enough!
Have you lost it?!
Move! Now!
Jason!
Stay back! Stay back!
Hot call!
Gunpoint abduction at Hycroft office complex,
Front and Church.
Two blocks ahead, right where the van was spotted.
Part of a coordinated attack?
You?
Hello, Andrew. We need a word.
About what? I got nothing to say to you.
So what?
What makes you think that's mine?
Because it's bloated; It's got no flow control,
it's clogged with conditional enumerations,
and you scatter hash tables around like birdseed.
Look, the guy's name is Brendan Rogan.
He called me this morning, heard I do passports.
He sounded freaked out.
What do you mean, "freaked out"?
Motivated.
I told him 500 bucks;
he said he'd pay twice that if I could do it in a day.
And that's why the code wasn't clean;
- I was rushed. - Sure thing.
You know, you're easily my least favorite cop
in the world.
Just keep talking, Andrew.
So I went over to his motel, went to draft up the docs,
and then... all hell broke loose.
You were there?
I stepped out for a cigarette.
The next thing I know, two guys drive up,
pull guns,
kick their way inside, and then-- boom!
Place lights up like Mardi Gras.
Can you describe the men?
White.
Any distinctive features?
Yeah. Guns!
Look, I didn't stick around to make a sketch, okay?
Okay, team, listen up.
The occupant on the motel is Brendan Rogan.
Winnie, you run the name.
I'm on it.
What happened to the boy, anyway?
Boy? What boy?
Brendan's son, he was with him.
Talk to me, please, okay?
Just over here.
Over here.
Huh?
Please, help him!
Okay.
What happened?
What happened?!
Gunshot wound.
What's your name? What's your name?
Curtis.
Curtis? I want you to listen to me.
I need you to do me a favour.
I want you to grab my wrist, okay?
Can you do that?
Yeah. Nice and firm.
Give it a strong grip, come on.
Good. Nice and strong.
Move your fingers like this.
Does that hurt?
- No. - Good. Good.
You're being very, very brave.
I want you to hold this right here, like that.
Tight. Good boy.
Who is he? Who is he?
He's my son.
Okay, the good news is that the bullet
passed through cleanly;
there's no damage to bones or arteries.
But Brendan, he needs attention.
You gotta get him to a hospital immediately.
- I can't - No, we have to!
- No, I can't! - He's in shock. Every minute that passes,
he's gonna be in more and more pain.
We have no choice!
- I can't go to the hospital. - We gotta clean the wound--
I can't go to the hospital!
They know he's hurt; they'll be there!
Who will be there?
Jason, you can fix this, right?
Tell me you can fix this.
You can do this, right?
I didn't know where else to go.
I need my medical bag; it's in my office.
I'll go. I'll go.
You stay here, you look after him.
I'll be right back, okay, buddy? Buddy?
I'll be right back, okay?
It's a little black bag, near reception.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay, buddy.
Curtis, you're being very brave, buddy.
Best friends.
What was that?
My dad said you and him are best friends.
Sam, head east. I'll take west.
Jules, last point of contact. Let's move!
Copy.
Folks, evacuate the building! Let go, now!
Folks, evacuate! Let's go!
Go! Into your office, now!
Come on, everybody, take cover.
Come on! Now!
Ma'am, back in your office please.
Stay away from the windows, take cover.
Ed, I've got a vehicle match. I'm checking it.
Copy that, Sam.
The police are on their way.
Okay. Agh!
Sir, hold on!
Back!
Oh my God!
In your office!!
Approaching the blue van.
Copy that, Sam. Use extreme caution.
Police!
Whoa! Whoa! Hey! I'm a doctor.
I'm trying to help this boy, okay?
Winnie, I need EMS now, Hycroft building,
Front Street, south side, blue van!
It's okay... It's okay...
Who are you?
My name is Jason Alston,
and trust me, you need to put down the gun
and help me now.
Close the door, he's freezing.
Sam, talk to me.
Ed, subject's van,
there's a boy in need of medical assistance.
Lift him up.
Jules, head east, cover Sam.
Copy.
Onto his back, watch his spine.
Come on. Nice.
All right, good.
You know how to read a pulse?
Yeah.
Okay... Good boy.
You feel that? It's weak.
If it drops off, let me know.
- Got it. - Okay.
Curtis? Curtis!
Oh, come on! Come on!
Oh no.
Collapsed lung?
Punctured; broken rib.
Mouth to mouth? I got a mask.
No. Won't work.
It's right here.
Listen! Air is leaking into his chest cavity.
With each breath, he's inflates like a balloon.
If we don't relieve the pressure,
this child will die.
I need a tube, a pen, anything!
Here.
Let's do it.
Come on...
I need a knife. I need a knife.
Right here.
This'll act as a one-way valve.
And when I incise I need you to insert.
Is that clear?
Clear.
Okay, now...
Use the blade as a guide.
What the hell is this?!
- Brendan, wait. - Easy, easy...
Hey, we need him.
You get out of the van! Get out of the van now!
Get out!
Hey! Your son is in critical condition.
I need another set of hands.
Trust me.
- No! Get out! - I can help.
Sam, what's your 20?
Talk to me.
Put your guns in the bag!
Move it! Move it!
Sam!
Sam, talk to me!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Vehicle on the move, eastbound on Front!
Bravo Charlie Charlie Echo 0-3-5.
Blue paneled van!
Sam, talk to me!
Officer taken.
I repeat. Sam is in the vehicle.
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Winnie, every cruiser in the area.
Find that van, but do not engage!
Multiple hostages, subject is armed.
Eddie, Jules, you stay, talk to witnesses--
who Brendan came for, where he's going?
Copy.
We'll go to his house, see if we can pick up the trail.
- We'll get him. - Let's go.
What's happening?!
I thought you said it was a flesh wound!
Did he take a blow to the chest?
Yeah, he fell. We had to climb out a window.
Yeah, that explains it.
Okay, we're gonna try a decompression.
A what?
Ready?
Easy... easy...
Ready? And...
Slow down!
- Again. - Yeah.
Nice and easy.
Easy...
That's it, keep going.
All right.
You're doing great, kiddo.
- He's breathing. - Oh... thank God.
Thank God.
That's it. He's stabilized,
but, Brendan, this is crazy!
I cannot finish this in a moving van.
We need a hospital, Brendan.
Come on!
Can't do that.
Don't worry, Brendan, we can protect you.
No, you can't! You can't protect me!
Okay... uh...
Okay, I know of a place.
It'll have everything you need.
Hang in there, Curtis!
Okay, I need you to think hard, Dr. Morgan.
Was the gunman familiar in any way?
I looked him square in the eye...
and I've never met that man in my life.
And your husband never mentioned
the name Brendan Rogan?
No. What is this about?
Money?
As soon as we find out, we're gonna let you know.
Team One, Brendan Rogan works for a man named Nick Hastings,
very well known to police.
Drug runner, illegal gambling ring...
Winnie, you keep digging.
If we've stepped into a war, let's know the sides.
Copy that.
So it's a rival gang. They attack Brendan,
he escapes but his kid gets hurt.
And he doesn't want to go to the hospital
because they'll be waiting there to finish the job,
so he grabs a doctor.
But why Jason? What's the connection?
Officer Callaghan?
I've worked for Doctor Alston for over a decade.
Sometimes receptionists know things
that wives don't.
Ms. Irwin, if you have any information,
please, let us know.
Ten years ago,
when Dr. Alston was getting his practice up and running,
he hit a dark patch.
A dark patch?
He was under a lot of pressure--
young, overworked,
making life and death decisions.
This job, it grinds down the best of them.
Go on.
He turned to pills to stay alert,
ease the stress...
and then he moved on to harder drugs.
His practice suffered.
He had missed appointments, angry clients.
He'd stay out all night-- parties, clubs--
but he'd practice during the day.
His wife knew nothing?
She wasn't his wife yet.
They lived apart, they worked long hours.
He hid it.
Is he still using?
Absolutely not. He's been clean for years.
What changed?
Abby got pregnant.
When he found out he had a child on the way,
he straightened out; he never looked back.
Okay. Ms. Irwin, thank you very much.
You've been extremely helpful.
Officer?
This would break her heart to hear this.
Team, I think I might have some information
on how these two worlds collided.
Brendan Rogan, it's the police!
If you're in there, open up!
Left in a hurry?
Maybe he didn't plan on coming back.
A racetrack, Brendan?! Are you serious?
Take your vest off!
This is good, right?
Good? No! It's insane!
It's a vet clinic!
But you got what you need, yeah?
You know, he's a child, he didn't choose this.
Do you have what you need?!
Yes!
Yeah, I got what I need.
- Good. - No. We should go to a hospital.
Jason, please.
Please, I need this.
I need this.
Where's your cuffs?
To the table.
Give me the keys!
He's okay, right?
Is he all right?
Just hang on.
It's like Martha Stewart in here,
only less criminal.
He shielded the child;
kept his work and home life separate.
Hey! You two einsteins wanna get your truck outta here?!
Excuse me?
The big black truck with the sirens
and the gun rack--
the one my mark's gonna spot from six blocks away.
Who are you?
I'd show you, but I never reach for my pocket
when you guys are around.
Yeah? Risk it.
Detective Tom Hartley, guns and gangs.
Now you wanna explain why I got SRU
in the middle of my operation?
We're looking for Brendan Rogan.
Hey, me too.
Maybe if we park a couple more cruisers out front
he'll fall right into our trap.
Okay, Detective, I'm gonna stop you right there.
No! Nine months we've been setting this up,
nine months of deep cover work,
and you guys barge in here in your super hero costumes.
We've lost an officer.
What?
He's one of mine. Sam Braddock,
he was taken.
Alive?
We don't know.
Tell me what I can do.
We need units on every highway out of town,
every bridge, every tunnel.
Shut the whole grid down if you have to,
but just find that van.
Eddie, Jules,
we're here with Detective Hartley
from guns and gangs.
Okay, go, boss.
Well, we know who's been gunning for Brendan.
It's his own boss, Nick Hastings.
Was it a falling out?
You could say that.
Brendan's a courier, he's a bagman.
Not high ranking, but he's seen a lot,
and G&G approached him with an offer.
- When? - Yesterday.
Told him he had to roll over on Hastings
or they'd send him to jail.
Well, he's a low-level soldier,
he's gonna do the time.
Yeah, except for one thing.
His son.
He's a devoted parent.
He's a single father with no family.
If he goes to jail, his son's got no one.
Do you rat out your gangland boss,
or abandon your child?
I think he opted for door number three;
he tried to hit the road.
Hastings sniffed that out and came after him.
What about G&G?
Do they know where Brendan is--
hang-outs, contacts?
Detective's working the phone.
So far no.
Boss, this might be something.
Could lead us to Brendan. I'll write it down.
Put out an APB; nothing yet.
Listen up,
Brendan's got enough dirt on Hastings
to bring down his whole operation.
That score's not settled.
Daddy?
Brendon!
Curtis?
I thought you left.
No, buddy, I'm not gonna leave you!
I told you that. I'd never leave you.
Are we still going away?
Yes, we're still going away just like I promised.
Is he okay?
He's groggy.
And when the painkillers wear off,
he's gonna be in some serious pain,
but... he's stable.
All right.
Good man.
We're going where they wear t-shirts all year, right, daddy?
That's right!
And flip-flops, yeah!
Sunglasses.
Even at Christmas?
Yeah.
Especially at Christmas.
Listen, I just have to, uh,
I just have to go outside for a minute, okay?
But then I'm gonna be back.
No.
Hey. I said I was never gonna leave you, right?
So you just gotta trust me.
I gotta find us a fast car.
Take me with you.
Brendan, he's in no shape. Let him rest.
I need you both in cuffs.
I can't take the chance.
I don't have a choice.
Be strong, okay, pal?
Mm-hmm.
I appreciate what you've done here today,
but just so you know,
if you come between me and my kid,
I will do whatever it takes.
Brendan's a courier, a runner,
so he travels the highways,
and they work on a video billing system.
So there's a record of his routes?
No, he's too smart for that.
Pre-paid account; it's anonymous.
Okay.
Which means there's a transponder in his van
to signal the tolls.
It's a close-amplitude system-- 40-foot limit,
but if I can boost the range equation,
I can use the truck's two-way scanner to scale up--
Yeah. I can track it
Eddie, Jules, we got something. You meet us here.
Hey! Didn't expect you today.
You picking up or dropping off?
It's a drop-off. It's a last-minute thing.
You get inside okay?
Brendan, you all right?
Yup.
Yes.
Okay.
We got him. The track.
Got it!
Okay, good. Do you know where they are?
Yeah. Uh, they're...
Not south.
Spike, you gotta do better than that.
If we move towards the signal, it might resolve itself.
What do you mean, "might"?
Yeah, might.
You got another direction you wanna go in?
North! Let's move!
Tell me what's going on here, Jason.
I have no idea.
How do you know Brendan?
He's an acquaintance from a long time ago.
Listen to me, Jason,
no matter how bad this morning's was,
things could get a whole lot worse
if Brendan's pals turn up.
'Kay, we need to get through to him,
so you need to start talking right now.
Um, uh... there's...
I met him during a uh...
It was a rough, rough time in my life, okay?
He was a courier. He brought me drugs.
What kind of drugs?
Aspirin.
Look, I would make a call,
he'd show up at my door with a package;
that was it.
I never gave the guy a second thought.
Until one night, I was at a club...
And, um, I got pulled away from my party,
into a back room,
and there's... there's Brendan.
His arm's sliced open.
It was a knife wound, radial artery.
God, it was serious.
And his boss was there.
His boss?
Uh, guy named Hastings.
And he tells me to stitch him up,
keep my mouth shut...
and he threatened to expose my habit.
I did what I was told.
You saved his life.
Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
So after that night, I'd see Brendan everywhere--
deliveries, the club.
It's like the guy was watching my back,
you know?
But he was the closest thing that I had to a friend.
Sometimes when he'd drop stuff off,
he'd... he'd stick around for a drink.
We'd talk about all kinds of things...
History, TV, medicine, books... life.
Help yourself.
Seriously, take one.
Take three.
Ah, it wouldn't go with my decor.
You know you're a smart guy, Brendan.
I mean, you could have whatever life you want--
That's not how it works.
Okay.
Sorry. I gotta leave.
Thanks.
If you guys were close,
you should be able to get through to him now.
I don't know. It's complicated.
One time-- I was still using--
Abby and I happened to go out after work
just when he happened to show up on a delivery,
and he saw her and that was it.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Not here, not now, okay?
She's pregnant.
Good eye, man, good eye.
What're you doing? Come on!
- It's not right, man. - It's not right?
- No. - Excuse me?
Yeah. No more, Jason. You gotta stop this.
- Oh really? Really? - Yeah.
You're in no bloody posi-position!
Get out.
Not everyone gets to.
I was throwing my life away.
I was too weak to change.
I was so selfish.
Brendan woke me up.
Okay, start easing east.
No! No, wait!
Spike, east? No? What?
I don't know!
Every power line we pass, every reflective surface.
Are we close?
It could be, I just can't grab it.
We could be circling around it all day.
Detective Hartley, it's Sergeant Parker.
Tell me you've got good news, Sergeant.
Wish I could.
Tell me, did Brendan frequent any spots
in the northeast side of the city?
Yeah, yeah. Dozens.
We're looking for north of 401, east of highway 27.
There's a warehouse in Brampton.
No, too far.
The Georgian Downs racetrack!
They used to run product through there.
It's a big space, easy to hide.
Vet facilities too.
Thanks, detective! All right, team,
Georgian Downs racetrack, let's go!
Ungh!
Brendan, we heard shots! What's going on?
How many?
Brendon, how many are there?
- Curtis?! - Brendon, you're wounded;
- Let me help! - Daddy!
Let's go, buddy!
Brendan, the keys! Please, we can help!
Don't leave us here!
Up we go!
Come on!
Get down! Down!
Police! Stand down!
Running out of ammo, doc. Get me out of these cuffs!
Shots fired! Direct to threat, let's move!
Get ready to move! I'm gonna cover you!
Go!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
That's an MP5. It's gotta be Sam.
Yeah, that's a lot of rounds and he can't keep that up.
Down on the ground now!
- Get down! - Get down!
Sam, status?
No harm.
The kid!
Let's go! Let's go!
Sam, Jules, cover the stables.
Spike, with me to the grandstand!
Let's move.
Hold on tight, buddy.
It's okay, we're almost there.
I got you.
Brendan! Stop!
Daddy...
Back off!
Lower your weapon!
We just want out!
Don't make this worse! Come on!
Subject engaged, east stables.
Copy. Keep him contained.
Brendan, this has to end now!
If I stop, you're just gonna take my son!
Let's talk about that.
There's nothing to talk about!
Brendan, you gotta think real hard
about where this goes from here.
You're not gonna shoot.
No...
No, you're not gonna risk it.
No, we're just gonna go now, okay?
And everyone's gonna forget all about this.
It's over, Nick!
Put the gun down. You know how this goes.
Go! Down, now!
Ungh!
Now! Turn around, hands behind your back!
Let's take 'em to the trucks.
Copy!
All right, team, we got Hastings.
Sam, I'm coming to you.
Brendan, we got Hastings; he can't hurt you now.
He's dead?
He's in custody.
Are you hurt?
No, I'm fine. It's not mine.
'Kay, sit down. Just sit down, doctor.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
That officer...
he saved my life.
Sam, if he clears the doorway,
I'll have a shot.
We can't shoot this boy's father
out from under him.
Sam, you got another way, I am all ears.
Bring Jason here.
The man he kidnapped?
Sam, are you sure that's such a good idea?
Jason can handle this, boss.
Trust me. Just bring him.
Okay, we're coming.
Brendan, listen to me.
Everything you did today was for Curtis.
I see that, okay?
But he doesn't need you to be a protector,
he needs you to be a father.
I am his father!
That means making the hard choices--
you know that!
Even if it costs you, even if it breaks your heart.
Brendan, it means doing what's best for him.
Go, daddy. Let's go!
Brendan!
It's gone far enough.
He's my life, Jason!
I know.
All those years...
All those years, feeling so trapped.
And then when he was born, I knew what I had to do,
I knew who I was. So I can't just...
I can't let him go! I can't!
I know.
Daddy, please, you promised.
Stay with us here, Brendan.
I wanna help you!
What can I do to help you, Brendan?
I need to know he's gonna be okay.
Okay.
If you let me,
I'm gonna bring Curtis into my home,
like one of my own.
You'd do that?
Yeah. And when you get through this,
we're gonna be waiting for you.
Thank you.
♪ Lay your life on mine ♪
I love you.
♪ and I'll carry you through ♪
♪ Make good use of time ♪
♪ and I'll stand with you ♪
♪ 'cause I've got all my life to love you ♪
♪ and so do you ♪
♪ So there's no home for doubt ♪
♪ if you're scared, we'll work it out ♪
♪ and the lives that we share could be anywhere ♪
♪ For as long as you're mine ♪
♪ we can stand the test of time ♪
♪ For the cost is too high not to love ♪
♪ Pour your cares on mine ♪
♪ and we'll carry them through ♪
♪ Walk the foreign lines with the power... ♪
You didn't miss a beat.
What do you mean?
You had that man in your sights,
you were looking at another tough shot...
Right.
And you were fine.
And I gotta learn to stop second-guessing you.
I'm sorry.
Felt good.
♪ If you're scared, we'll work it out ♪
♪ and the lives that we share ♪
♪ Could be anywhere ♪
♪ for as long as you're mine ♪
♪ we can stand the test of time ♪
♪ For the cost is too high not to love ♪
♪ So there's no home for doubt ♪
♪ If you're scared... ♪
Good work today, Sam. Now go home.
♪ And the lives that we share ♪
♪ could be anywhere ♪
♪ Oh, for as long as you're mine ♪
♪ we can stand the test of time ♪
Hey! You all right?
Yeah.
He really loved his son.
I mean, he thought he was doing the right thing.
Yeah, but bringing a child into that world...
It doesn't seem right.
Simple as that?
Isn't it?
Yeah, I suppose.
Then what's the matter?
It's our world too.
♪ La, la, la, la... ♪
♪ la, la, la... ♪
♪ la, la, la ♪
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