Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 5, Episode 2 - My Opening Farewell - full transcript

Previously on "Third Watch."

Roy Lane, FBI.

- Yokas. - She's under the same umbrella?

Screw her.

I was in a jam.

- She's was helping me.
- You son of a bitch!

- Daddy! - Hey!

- Hey! - Daddy!

- Lieu! - Tell her it didn't hurt.

Help me, Doc. Help me.

I-I need help.



Can you swing Taylor? I need her, lieu.

Taylor, you're on the bus.

'You're riding with number one over here.'

It doesn't matter how I know,
he was only doing research

on the drug world. It was for his new book.

What the hell do you base..

No, what the hell do you
base these articles on?

There's no requirement
to getting the facts right?

Not calling him a drug
addict every third paragraph

that would be great.

The police? Yeah. Yeah, maybe I will.

Maybe I'll ask them today.

'Fred?'

Fred.



I'm here.

Where?

- Where am I? - You're okay. You're okay.

You're in the hospital.

Hospital?

- 'Yes?' - Someone get my wife's doctor.

'Someone will be right in, sir.'

She's awake.

And my trainee is late.

Your trainee's in East New York.

What?

Geniuses downtown sent
him to the wrong location.

- Yeah? - You Rossi? Eugene Rossi?

Who are you?

I'm Parker. I'm the FDNY paramedic.

- Doc Parker? - Yeah.

Man, we heard all about you at the academy.

You were supposed to
report to me at the five five

a couple of days ago.

Yeah. I'm gonna start there today.

Yeah, well, someone had
to take your seat that night.

Your seat.

Her name was Taylor. Alex Taylor!

Was because she's dead now!

Killed doing a job you
should've been doing.

- No, I was... - No, no.

Every day, from now on..

Is a bonus for you.
A bonus! You hear me?

I'm sorry.

Sorry doesn't bring anyone back.

That's something I know.

It's just not right.

- What is it? - He wasn't a drug addict.

Hey, Doc.

Oh, man. It's gonna be one happy shift.

'Yeah.'

'First time I've seen him late.'

He's still got a few minutes.

- Not for Doc. That's late. - 'Excuse me.'

I'm looking for Jim Zambrano.

Jim.

It's Kim. Who are you?

Oh, I'm sorry. It says Jim.

I'm Eugene Rossi.

All this and a newbie?

"Supervisor Jim Zambrano."

- Very nice. - Supervisor?

I'm the supervising
paramedic in the house now.

- Just like that?
- Listen Rossi. Here's the deal.

If you're not here 15
minutes before the shift

you're considered late. Today you're late.

No, No. I was.. Right, I'm sorry.

- Don't be late tomorrow. - Yes, ma'am.

And I'm sorry about the-the name thing.

It's right here off the paper. I'm sorry.

I-I-I'll be right back.

Get him a locker, Carlos. Hey, Bosco!

Just like that she's giving orders?

- You got a minute? - No.

Look, I just have a few
questions about Aaron.

Noble?

Look, I know you were there, Bosco.

I need to know what happened.

Why? What was he to you?

Well, he's..

We were dating for a couple of weeks.

I know he was running with a scary crowd

but that was just for
the book he was writing.

Kim, I can't.

I'm sorry. It's... it's police business.

Bosco.

Heard Cruz went home today.

Shot in the head and
she leaves the hospital

after a day and a half?

She'd better make church
one of her first stops.

'I can't see Cruz in a church setting.'

She's Catholic. Goes every Sunday.

Even tries to hit the Wednesday
Mass when she isn't working.

'Tell me I'm seeing things.'

What are you doing here?

- What's it look like? - You crazy?

At least stay home till
the smoke clears, man.

If I want your advice, I'll ask for it.

Good idea, Bosco. Piss on
the few friends you got left.

It's that bad, huh?

You know how the rumor mill goes.

Lack of any real information never stopped

a bunch of cops from passing judgment.

- It's Monroe, right?
- Yeah. How you doing?

Mind your own business, Monroe.

Ooh. It's not often that you meet someone

who completely lives
up to the horrible things

people say about him.

So is it true?

Ratted out Cruz to
Swersky? Said she was dirty?

She is dirty.

'And yet she goes to church twice a week.'

There's a lesson in there somewhere.

There's a lot of people pissed off

over you going to the bosses.

Better keep a low profile
from here on in, Bosco.

Let IAB handle her.

IAB. Right.

Hey, Doc. Last day on the street, huh?

Yeah.

Oh. Hey, Doc. Wait a second.

- Huh? - Mrs. Johnson's in there.'

I-I don't mean to disturb you. I..

You're not.

I just... I need something from the, uh..

Go ahead.

Yeah, I just... I really need it.

Go ahead, Doc.

It's alright.

Ruth, I'm sorry.

You got nothing to apologize for.

We're only paramedics, so we
don't get the fancy, you know.

'Doc, this is the new guy.'

- Yeah, I know who it is. - Really?

Get this.

His, uh, paperwork told him
to report to Jim Zambrano.

'Yeah, that's because
they don't believe downtown'

that a woman could be a
supervisor of this department.

You're gonna set them straight, right, Doc?

- Are you finished? - Yeah.

'Alright, let's hit the street.'

Yeah. It's gonna be one real happy shift.

Fellas?

The balls on you to show your face.

I got no beef with you guys.

You couldn't keep your
mouth shut like I said?

- Or at least regroup a little?
- I said it was just her.

Hey, that don't keep 'em
from looking hard at me too.

And I don't like being looked at that way.

I never said anything about you.

Anti-crime is a team.
One falls, we all fall.

Least that's the way it's supposed to be.

- What the hell is this? - Nothing, boss.

Well, you're damn right. Nothing. Move out.

Not you, Bosco.

When I said stay home?
That was not a suggestion.

Listen to me, Dade and
Northcutt may be loyal to Cruz

but they were not in on Noble.

I don't give a damn.

I'm not having these
confrontations in my house.

Put your stuff away and go home.

She's awake. Let's get down there.

- Yokas? - Take it easy, Hagen.

Slow down. Awake from
surgery is not exactly awake.

- What's her condition? - Awake.

What's IAB want with her?
She didn't do anything wrong.

You gotta a free pass
from the Feds, Boscorelli

but you left behind an officer
who walked off her post.

Unlawfully entered a private residence.

Because I sent her after Noble's gun.

I'm sorry. Are you her
supervisor out there?

'For an encore, she
shoots a police sergeant.'

That was me.

- I shot Cruz. - That's not what Cruz says.

She's a liar. Boss, you know it.

All I know is that Yokas is the one cop

in all this that the FBI
won't be cleaning up after.

We need to get her side of what happened.

And the sooner we get
her statement, the better.

Better how? Give her head
a chance to clear, Hagen.

We'll go tomorrow.

So she's halfway coherent.

Sorry.

- There was shooting. - Shh. Shh. Shh.

Don't worry about that
now, we'll go through

all that when you feel better.

Fred?

What, honey?

- Is the doctor coming? - He's on his way.

I'm trying to move... my legs.

What?

I don't think I can feel them.

You can't?

I can't feel my..

My stomach or my chest either.

- Are you sure? - 'Fred.'

Okay, okay. Shh. Shh.
Shh. Don't... don't panic.

- Fred! - It's gonna be alright.

- 'Yes?' - We need a doctor now.

- 'Is everything alright?' - No!

- Fred. - Shh. Shh. Shh.

Hey.

This is Eugene Rossi.

Hey.

Didn't you have to go to bathroom?

- Yeah. Is it alright? - Yeah.

- That is one weird guy. - Yeah?

Yeah, it's like he's scared or something.

He's been apologizing
eight times for being sent

to the wrong house on the first night.

It wasn't even his fault.

What were you doing with the cops?

Trying to understand why that car exploded.

Well, it was burnin' a long time.

Yeah, but it wasn't the gas tank.

It was still intact.

Yeah, I don't know then.

- How close were you?
- 'I was across the street.'

'But I sure felt it though.'

You mean with him. How close?

We were just getting started.

Did you ever let him around Joey?

I would have. He was a good guy.

'Good guys don't end
up getting shot by cops.'

He was a prize-winning journalist.

Everything I read in here says
he was mixed up with drugs.

You think I would've
been dating him if he was?

'Hope not.'

He was just doing research, Jimmy.

Why don't you spare me your judgments?

- 'You didn't know the man.' - 'Boy 553.'

'Take a stabbing. 806,
West Moran, apartment 2.'

Boy 553. Copy.

You didn't know him.

Let's go, new guy.

'And now?'

No.

This was not entirely unexpected, Faith

but it should just be temporary.

- Really? - Your spinal cord is unscathed.

It's the surrounding
tissue that's traumatized

but as swelling goes down

sensations should come
back and you should gradually

'regain use of your torso and then legs.'

You keep saying should.

The nervous system is a delicate
thing. There are no absolutes.

So there was nothing that was damaged

when you took the bullet out?

- You haven't told her? - Tell me what?

It's safely lodged in the cartilage

between your eighth and ninth vertebrae.

You left the bullet inside me?

It's not hurting anything
and they say it's okay.

Not hurting?

I-I can't feel most of my body.

That should be temporary.

Should be.

Let me check back with you later.

Hey.

You'll be okay, baby.

- You were pretty quiet tonight.
- Just tired.

Wonder how newbie and the
supervisor are getting along?

I don't care.

Everyone's got a new job, huh?

Sure not the way I wanted it.

Yeah, never is.

How come you're down
here instead of the office?

Father Pete's upstairs with Taylor's mom.

They just showed up to
collect some personal effects.

Whoo. That'll clear a room.

Yeah.

Hey, Doc.

You know, I never... I
never got to talk to you after..

The helicopter flight the other night.

Yeah, I was, uh... busy
getting Ruth together.

Yeah. I know.

And I just wanted to say
that the pain that he was in..

I don't know. I'm just
glad that he isn't anymore.

Yeah.

'There you are.'

Mrs. Taylor.

Ah, thank you for letting me

disturb your routine around here.

Oh, no.

- You didn't disturb anything. - Yeah.

Well, I understand congratulations

are in order for both of you.

I-I'd rather you didn't.

Yeah, well, you're both
going to make great bosses.

You care about people.

So how-how are you doing?

I cried for one hour this
morning over a pot holder..

That she gave me once as a gift.

I'm sorry.

I've decided to have a small
gathering for Alex tomorrow.

I can't bear another large funeral.

I'd like you to say a few words.

She once said having you as a boss

made being a paramedic almost bearable.

Yeah, almost.

It would mean a lot to me, Doc.

Of course, uh, I would be honored.

I'm so sorry.

Bosco, what are you doing?

Faith.

Where's Fred?

We have to talk.

Bosco, I don't want
you to be here right now.

You have to tell IAB that I shot Cruz.

You say that I shot her.

It was you.

We both did.

You... you drew your gun

on Cruz and I-I just followed your lead.

No! No, Faith.

I drew my gun on Noble.

He pulled a gun from
his jacket and I shot him.

Then, you shot Cruz.

And she shot you.

And Cruz shot last?

It's my fault you're here.

So you let me take the hit.

There's no simple way to explain it.

The FBI... Noble..

Was working for the FBI.

So was Cruz.

The whole thing was
an undercover operation.

It was all covered.

Oh, my God!

I didn't know.

So all of this

everything that happened,
it was for nothing.

If you put it all on me

you should be okay.

I'm not gonna be okay.

You will be.

No, I'm not, Bosco.

What are you talking about?

How the hell did you get in here?

I'm sorry, man. I had to talk to her.

She's paralyzed, Bosco!
Hasn't she given enough?

- What good are you out here? - Paralyzed?

I'm not gonna lie, Bosco.

I'm tired.

When they ask me, I'm
gonna tell them the truth.

Come on, Bosco. Let's go.

Talk to her, Fred. She's got to do this.

Son of a bitch!

I got a book at home.
Well, it was Davis' actually.

But it's got all kinds of quotes and toasts

and stuff for making speeches.

If you get stuck.

Well, uh, I don't know.

We'll see.

I could drop it by.

'Yeah, I don't think so.'

You want to get a beer or something?

Doc.

It's your last day out on the street.

I mean, a burger, anything?

There wasn't time to put
together any kind of party.

I don't want one.

But thanks.

Thank you.

What the hell do you want?

I want you to get Yokas off the hook.

How stupid are you?

IAB needs a scapegoat for what happened

and Faith is all that's left.

Good.

Talk to your fed buddies, Maritza.

If we got a do-over, why can't she?

Well, for one thing,
they're not my fed buddies

anymore thanks to you two.

Oh, you could see them if you want to.

But I don't.

Then, say it was an accident.

Friendly fire. It happens.

Swersky says you're pushing it.

All the way.

What do you want, Maritza?
You want me to beg?

Because I'll beg. Yokas won't lie.

IAB's gonna put the screws to her.

And I can't live with that.

Please.

Please. I'm begging you.

I'll do anything.

There's nothing I want from you.

You know what your fatal flaw is, Bosco?

You don't know when
the hell to shut your mouth.

She doesn't deserve this.

Yes, she does. The bitch shot first.

She shot me.

She goes down.

I'm not up for seeing my mother yet.

I'll call her, say you can't have visitors

for another day or two.

But I want to see the kids.

Them I'll sneak in after school.

I love you.

I love you too.

You in trouble?

Hm?

What does Bosco want you to lie about?

Nothin'.

Fred, I don't want to
talk about that right now.

Last time I saw Bosco

you were slamming a door in his face.

Next thing I know, he's got
you shot up in some hotel.

You were supposed to be working the desk.

It was stupid.

But you're not.

I want to know.

She was one the finest..

One of the best..

Excuse me, Mr. Yokas.

Faith was asleep and
the guy at the door told me

that I might be able to find you down here.

Do I know you?

No. I'm Sasha.

I work with Faith.

Cop?

Don't hold it against me.

I, uh, I brought you some cookies.

We got plenty of food.

How's she doing?

Well, she's paralyzed, Sasha.

Um... I'll just leave these
things right outside her door.

What are you to Faith?

We, uh, partnered up at one time.

And I thought we sort of hit it off.

And I just..

Hey, listen, I'm really
sorry to disturb you.

You chummy with this Cruz?

Sergeant Cruz? No.

Not very many people are.

She shot Faith, you know.

Mr. Yokas.

There are a lot of rumors
flying around right now

but most of us don't know
what really happened.

Look..

I know that you're having a hard time

trusting the cops right now.

And I don't blame you, but you got to know

your wife, she's family to us.

You want to see her?

- I'd really like that. - Come on.

'You want us to throw you in, is that it?'

Thanks for comin'.

We couldn't talk somewhere
a little more centrally located?

What I have to say no one else can hear.

If it's about Yokas being
paralyzed, you can forget it.

Word at the house last
night, end of shift, like napalm.

You thought you were unpopular before?

It's not about that.

I mean, it is, but..

I got to help her.

Well, then leave her alone, Bosco.

IAB's gonna hang her for shooting Cruz.

Son of a bitch!

Alright. What can we do?

I'm not even sure.

But I gotta get Cruz to
call off the dogs somehow.

'Look, we might have
locked up a few real bad guys'

'not exactly by the book.'

There has to be a way in that

for me to get her to leave Yokas alone.

But as she was cutting
corners to put away these skells

she kept having me
handle all the paperwork.

So even if you were to come forward

to say that she tricked
you into signing the reports

all she'd have to do is step
up and say, "No, I didn't."

- 'You still go to jail alone.'
- If it'd help Faith, I'd go.

You tell anyone else?

- What do you mean?
- 'You didn't keep a record?'

Maybe you told someone
about this as it was happening?

What the hell difference would that make?

Well, I don't know, it's a long shot

but if he told someone and
they told a few more people

'maybe they'll corroborate
and back your word.'

'But it's still just hearsay.'

But, Sully, it's better than what I got.

Depending on who you told.

- You tell anyone? - I told Yokas.

I don't know how much good that's gonna do.

She has every reason to lie about it.

Maybe she told someone.

Hello?

Doc?

Oh, man!

What do you want?

- Doc, what the hell happened?
- What do you want?

I brought, um..

This is the book that I
was telling you about.

- I don't want it. - Alright, sorry.

Is that all?

No, I thought that I'd
hang out with you today

maybe bum a ride to the
service in the Doc-mobile.

I-I don't, I don't think I'm gonna make it.

What?

I'm not feeling well, Carlos.

I'm not feeling well.

You can't not go, Doc.
Taylor's mom's counting on you.

Well, she's gonna have to get over it.

- You're supposed to speak.
- Oh! Oh! I'm supposed to speak!

Well, what-what am I gonna say, Carlos?

Huh? What am I gonna say?

That, that Taylor died
because she was stupid?

Yeah, that's it. That's it.

She was too stupid to get down off

of a burning car after
she was told ten times.

- Doc, I... - You know what?

She, she didn't want to have anything

to do with being a medic.

Thought she was so much better than that

because she was a firefighter.

A real hero, not one of us taxi drivers

for the dying and the dead.

She died doing what she hated.

Pissing all over my chosen
profession and yours.

How'd that make you feel, Carlos?

Because I hated it! It pissed me off!

That's my eulogy!

That's what I've got!

How do you like it so far?

Okay. Doc, we're gonna work this out.

- No, we can't. - Let me.

Hey, put that down.

Put it down! And get out of my house!

Just get the hell out of my house!

Because this is not something

that you're good at!

Get out!

And don't come back!

So you'll be coming home next week?

That's what they tell me.

And she's gonna get the best of everything.

Nonstop TLC.

- Hey, guys. - Hey, Bosco.

Hey, Uncle B!

- Chaz, how are you? - Get away from him.

Take your hands off my son.

- Sorry. - What's wrong?

Come on, Charlie. Let's get a soda.

- But I want to visit Uncle B. - 'Now.'

I gotta talk to her, Fred.

- Alone. - She told me everything, Bosco.

Everything.

Those things I did with Cruz

the stuff I told you about

'her putting my name on those bad reports.'

What about it?

'Did you tell anyone?'

'Any other cops?'

Nobody? No bosses?

Bosco, you made me swear that I wouldn't.

Dammit!

Why?

It might have fixed it.

She told me.

I mean before today, Fred.

She told me whenever you
need for her to have told me.

No, I did not, Fred. Don't you dare lie.

Why? Just because you won't, I can't?

Come on. What do I have to say?

'Whatever it takes to get Faith'

'out of trouble, I'll do it.'

'Whatever I got to say, I'll say it.'

Would you be willing to testify?

'For her?'

No. We're not gonna do this.

You're not gonna drag
my family into this, Bosco

make them look like liars.

I mean, isn't what happened to me enough?

Let them take my job. I don't give a damn.

'It's not like I can do it anymore anyway.'

Take your job?

Faith, they're gonna put you in jail.

They're gonna put me in jail?

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

And I thought that just maybe

'if you had told someone'

'if there was some kind of official record'

of me talking to you before things went bad

then maybe I could use that
to get Cruz to back off her story.

- So use me. - 'No, Fred.'

'That's not gonna work.'

You're my husband.

It has to be somebody who's impartial.

It has to be somebody or something.

Bosco, I-I never told anyone.

'I can't get one bit of
information on Aaron from them.'

Maybe they just don't want to tell you.

What do you mean?

Maybe they don't want to hurt you.

So you believe it too.

They say he's a junkie and
that's good enough for you?

Why are you defending this guy so hard?

Because I could not have been that stupid.

Stupid?

We had sex, Jimmy. A lot.

'We weren't together long'

'but we made the best
of the time that we had.'

I don't get it.

Unprotected sex.

- Oh, Kimmy. - I'm on the pill, Jimmy.

He was this famous writer.

I... He won awards. I read his books.

- This was a respectable guy.
- So that doesn't mean...

He was not a junkie, Jimmy.

I'm not stopping.

Then I guess we both go to jail.

You know, I'm trying to
pull myself out of a rut here

and you're not really helping.

I'm not here to help you.

Fine. What now?

Call Swersky and that IAB hump Hagen

and you tell them Yokas
shot you accidentally.

Again with Yokas.

It's a dying declaration, Cruz.

I'm ready to talk about it.

Open your shirt.

I'm not wired.

Open it.

I got a date with IAB this afternoon

unless we come to some understanding.

Has something changed? Because
it's your name on those reports.

But it was our names in Yokas' books.

- Excuse me? - Her activity logs.

I told her everything. As it was happening.

Everything.

About Miguel

Wiggy, Vernon

about lying to DAs to
get warrants for drug raids

about getting a dying declaration

off a guy who's already dead.

My fatal flaw, right?

Never know when to shut up.

And I'll be damned if
she didn't write it all down.

'Every word I've said
on the day I said it.'

'Recorded in her logs.'

What the hell is that gonna prove?

Come on, Cruz, you've
been out of uniform so long

you don't remember those
things are time and date stamped.

- They're gold in court. - You're lying.

You remember saying to me the
reason I'd never be a great cop?

It's because I... I don't follow through.

I half-ass the paperwork.

Well, guess what?

My partner never does.

Never.

That's why together, me
and Yokas are one great cop.

How hard do you want
your collars looked at?

All your past arrests.

You want Vernon back on the street?

Or how about that meth lab jagoff

that killed your sister?

You want him kicked loose?

I will do it in a heartbeat.

I don't think you have the balls.

Then call my bluff... please.

It'd be worth going to jail
just to take you with me.

She shot me, Bosco.

She shot me.

She tried to kill me.

And there's been enough hurt.

You make that call and
this goes away for all of us.

Hi. This is Kim Zambrano.

I need to see Dr. Warnick
as soon as possible.

No. Uh, I need to get
a blood test right away.

I may have..

I was in contact with someone

that may have been an
intravenous drug user.

Intimate contact.

Tomorrow?

I'll go with you.

Okay, tomorrow, 9, 9:30.

Alright.

Thank you.

It's okay.

'You know she did it.
She shot that sergeant.'

No, all I know is what
the sergeant says now.

Oh, yeah. Now. She changed her story.

Which she is free to do.

'You're on their side, aren't you?'

- Side? - Yeah, your troops.

'You want to fall on your sword for them.'

Well, I'll be happy to investigate you

'for failure to supervise!'

- 'Knock yourself out.' - 'Maybe I will.'

'Maybe you ought to
get the hell out of here.'

- Excuse me? - Get out!

Faith.

It worked.

She bought it.

Good.

Now, go away.

- 'Thank you for coming.' - I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry. - Thanks for coming.

- Mrs. Taylor. - Hello.

- Ty, isn't it? - Yes, ma'am.

This is my mom, Maggie.

Hi, Maggie.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I met your daughter only once

and she was so very special.

Your son has been very kind.

Hi.

Oh, not yet. Doc isn't here.

- Mrs. Taylor. - Yes?

Doc's not feeling well.

He's not, um... well, all
this is really difficult for him.

God, you know, I-I didn't even think.

I never should have asked him.

No. He wanted to, really.

Uh, in fact, he told me
what he was gonna say

and asked if I'd say it for him.

'Oh, you don't have to do that.'

Uh, no, I want to.

Alright.

Alright, we can go.

Doc didn't come?

No. He's, uh, coming down with something.

- I told him not to.
- What are you gonna say?

I have no idea.

I know the department wanted a big funeral

but I think Alex would understand this.

When she was a little girl
she loved coming out here

and going up into the Statue of Liberty.

I hope this way, she will
always be able to see it.

Alex Taylor was, uh..

She was, um..

She was a pain in the ass.

I've never met anybody as stubborn as her.

You couldn't tell her anything.

Just this morning Doc told me

that him and Lieutenant Johnson

told her to get off
that car, like, ten times.

Ten times and she wouldn't do it.

I remember hearing..

But I remember hearing her answer

when they told her to get off.

She said that the woman
that she was with... was afraid.

'Not that she was hurt
badly or dying, but just afraid.'

Can you imagine risking your life

so that another person isn't scared?

I don't think I'll ever be

capable of that kind of sacrifice

but... I'm gonna spend
whatever time I have left

'trying to live up to that.'

Mrs. Taylor... I was with
your daughter at the end.

I held her hand.

And there was only one thing on her mind.

You.

She wanted me to tell
you that it didn't hurt.

That's all she wanted was for you to know.

Her last thoughts were not of herself.

She wanted to go out on her own terms.

'She wanted to leave a message
and no one was gonna stop her'

'from doing that.'

'Like I said, she was the most
stubborn person I've ever met.'

"Tell my mother it didn't hurt."

Maybe not for you, Alex.

Maybe not for you.

♪ I did not