CSI: NY (2004–2013): Season 4, Episode 10 - The Thing About Heroes... - full transcript

I got a few
strange phone calls

on my hotel room phone.

Hello.

Each call came at exactly

3:33 a. m.

Who is this?

Say something, damn it.

My luggage was stolen.

When I finally received it...
I found this inside.

This building is
the Tribune Tower in Chicago.

It all makes sense now.



Over the years, 136 stones

have been added to the Tribune
Tower's ground level

from world landmarks,

including the Redwood Forest,
Hagia Sofia,

and the Alamo.

He sent me pieces
of each of them.

That's where he wants me to go.

How does it feel to be home,
Detective Taylor?

Mac say when he'd be
back from Chicago?

No, but you know Mac,
he's not getting

on a plane till he
gets some answers.

And he thinks those
answers are in Chicago?

Well, that's where the
evidence led him.

So this 333 guy...



is he someone Mac put away?

Don't know who
he is exactly.

Could be a woman.

Danny, no woman
wakes up at 3:33

to make an anonymous
phone call.

Sure about that?

DOA is Kevin Carmichael,
train operator.

Reports of an empty train
blowing through stations

caught the MTA's attention.

How many stations
did he pass through?

All of 'em.

Looks like the train was
hijacked up in the rail yard

and for whatever
reason, stopped here.

People waiting on the platform
were treated to this.

Ouch.

No sign of our perp,
but I got my guys up

at the rail yard
doing a canvass.

Hey.
Hey.

Looks like this is where
it started and ended.

Perp ambushes
the operator,

hits him in the head
multiple times

with a blunt object, causing
the cast-off pattern.

Then, for good measure, hurls
him through the window.

That's not easy.
That takes a lot of force.

We ruled out robbery,

the vic's wallet
and watch weren't taken.

And the attack's too
brutal to be random.

So we're looking
into a more personal motive.

All right, Danny, you
and Lindsay on blood and prints.

Hawkes, you and I
are gonna be on the body.

A cursory
examination of the body

suggests that impact...

Oh! Flack, what the hell is going on?

What happened?

Hey, Brooks, you want to tell me
who shut the door?

If this is a joke,
so help me God.

I have a feeling we're going
for a ride.

Whoa!
I thought this train was empty.

Damn it, Brooks, stop the train!

Danny! Call the
Trainmaster's Office-

control room- see if they
can't shut this thing down!

Get on your radio,
right now!

Find out what the
hell is going on!

310 to Control, we got
a transit emergency down here.

A train just cut loose.

Stella, nothing.

Hey, Flack, try the other
emergency brake.

Stripped!
This is no practical joke.

You gotta shut down
the three train.

It's not responding.

You gotta do it from up there.

There's a control box about
a hundred yards down the tunnel.

You better hurry up
and shut it down

before it plows into the train
in front of it.

Okay, now, the power source is
on the right, inside the box.

All right, Hawkes, help
me with the body.

We got to get to
the controls in front.

It's locked!

Guys.
Hey, that train's not moving.

Get to the back of the train!

Whoa!

You guys okay?

You all right?
Yeah.

Can somebody tell me
what just happened?

We just got
really lucky.

Stel...

Three-three-three.

I gotta call Mac.

Hey! Are you listening to me?

I told you no one else
occupies this floor.

Haven't for more
than a year now.

If anyone's been up here,
I would know.

One of my guys called
Chicago PD,

don't you think we should wait
for them?

This is Detective Brennan.

I'm arriving at the Tribune
Building now.

What the hell is this
all about?

I want to see your badge number
again, pal.

One of my cousins
is on a job,

maybe I'll have him
check you out.

Are you even
listening to me?

Oh, are you kidding me?
Pulling a gu-

All right, that's it.

This is Weston, guys.

Where's that Chicago PD?

I need backup
here, right now.

He's in that
room down there.

Detective Taylor...

You want to tell me what
this is all about?

Just give me some time...

I'll fill in the blanks.

...cause he went
all the way down there...

Hey Mac, you're gonna have
to speak up a little bit.

I'm still in the subway.

Stella?

M- Mac...?

You there? Stella!

No, it's definitely connected
to your 333 stalker.

He led me to Chicago,

so there's something he wants me
to figure out here.

I'll know more
if I can ID this body.

Okay, I'll go back to the lab,
gather up all the evidence,

see what we can do
on this end, okay?

Let me know if you come up
with anything new.

I'll touch base later.

Stella?

Hey, you all right?

Thanks to you.

So this is what was used
to hijack the train.

He attached an MP3 player

to the control panel,
the sick bastard.

Yeah, well, that sick bastard
is Mac's stalker.

Detective Taylor,
we'll need elimination prints

and DNA.

Of course.

As you can imagine,

I have a lot of questions.

But first, I have to explain
to the police chief

why a New York crime scene
investigator found a body

in the Tribune Building.

Detective Brennan.

Can I have your
right hand, Detective?

Missing letters...

A- C-D-O-R-W.

The word is "coward. "

How quickly can you
get a subpoena

for surveillance footage from
the cameras in this area?

Maybe you've forgotten
that your badge

doesn't work in this city,
Detective Taylor.

I'm not trying to step
on any toes here.

Well, then you should
let me ask the questions.

How did you know that there was
a body in this building?

I didn't.

You came here looking
for something.

I didn't know
what I'd find.

What made you think
you'd find anything at all?

You specifically asked
to visit

an unoccupied floor;
you flashed your badge,

said it was
police business.

Now, doesn't sound to me

like you were looking
for office space.

I was sent here.

I don't know why or by whom.

And I don't know who the victim
hanging from that ceiling is,

or how it connects to me.

"Coward. "

What's that mean to you?

Nothing.

So this is how it's gonna be?

Someone's stalking me.

Started with phone calls

late at night.
Taylor.

Then luggage that
I thought was lost

after a trip to London
suddenly reappeared

with a young boy's bloody
T- shirt inside.

Last week, a puzzle
of New York City

was sent to one
of my investigators.

The pieces were spattered
with blood

that has common alleles
to the blood on the t-shirt.

Two brothers.

When all the evidence
and clues were analyzed,

it led me here to Chicago-
I grew up here.

We found petrified
redwood,

traces of limestone consistent
with limestone

from the Alamo,
and an imprint

on leather of a tile
from Hagia Sofia.

Pieces of all three

of those items can be
found right here.

So, you believe
your stalker

vandalized
the Tribune Building

to send you
those clues?

Maybe one of these cameras
captured him doing it.

We look at footage
from six months ago?

Go back a year? I mean you gotta
give me a window here.

All began three months ago.

We start there,
we work our way back.

All right,
I'll get my guys on it.

In the meantime,
we'll process the victim,

try to get an ID.

And, Detective, you are
a civilian in this city.

This is not
a joint investigation.

Keep your badge
in your pocket.

Doc?

Hey, what's up?

Can you take a
look at this?

This is trace
from our conductor's clothing.

Rod shaped, gram-positive?

Anthrax?

It looks like it, right?

Same structural characteristics.

Is this bigger than we think?

Blunt force injury
to the head

was a contributory cause
of death, followed by

immediate trauma
of the spinal cord.

Kevin Carmichael's collision

with the window
snapped his neck.

Sid, we found anthrax
on his clothing.

Histology report was clean.

Nothing like that
in his system.

So maybe the anthrax
was transfer from the attacker?

If it is,
what's our killer's plan?

Stel...

Canvass of the rail yard
got us nothing.

No witnesses, no activity
out of the ordinary.

Our killer must have
gotten onto the subway

right before our conductor
pulled it off the yard.

Perfect opportunity

to murder Kevin Carmichael
and take control of that train.

Now, Flack, you said

that it didn't stop
before 42nd Street.

Went right through.

But our killer had to get off
somewhere.

Surveillance is minimal-
limited to just

a couple spots on the platform-
but we are checking it.

You talk to Mac yet?

Briefly.

Found a body at the
Tribune Building.

Now, the 333 guy led him there.

Hopefully, whatever Mac learns
in Chicago

will help us catch him here.

Well, if this all connects
to the same guy,

he's using up
his frequent flyer miles.

Seriously.
Detectives.

This can't be good.

Chief.

I received

some very interesting
phone calls this morning.

One in particular
got my attention.

The police
commissioner

wanted to know
why a member of our crime lab

is investigating a murder
in Chicago.

Of course, I told him
that's impossible

because I didn't know
a damn thing about it.

Mac is in Chicago on
personal business.

How personal is it?

That's what he's trying
to figure out.

Is he in trouble?

No.

You tell Taylor
he's got 12 hours,

and then I want his ass
back in New York.

There's a fine
line between

foolishness and loyalty,
Detective.

Be careful you don't cross it.

Walk with me.

This is amazing.

I mean,
really amazing.

This little
MP3 gadget...

It's-It's amazing.
Yeah, yeah.

You realize there was a crime
committed here, though, right? Yeah.

Well, that's what's so great
about this little gadget here.

You know, millions of
people are wandering

around with
compact hard drives

able to download
almost anything.

This was hooked
up to the subway's

digital control system,

operating as
an external hard drive,

rebooted the system and then ran
its own application.

That explains
the runaway train.

But why didn't
the trainmaster's office

cut off the power
and just stop it?

Because this
little creature here

not only ran its own program,

but its FireWire allowed
for an extremely fast upload

of a very large virus

that infected the entire
system, and once it got control

of the trainmaster's office-
I mean, it was just game over.

So we're looking for a killer

that is some sort
of gadget genius here?

He had a little
bit of help.

Check this out,
all right?

There was a URL in the code.

He got his help

from a flower delivery company?

You are so impatient.

Nirvana for the everyday hacker.

That's for real?
Mm.

A Web site
that tells you

how to highjack
a subway train?

These are instructions
on how to use

everyday, ordinary electronics
to hack into databases,

security codes,
even arena scoreboards.

Basically, you purchase
the override codes,

and you can take over the world.

And this is just
on the Internet?

Pay a small fee,
print out the information,

and you're changing the traffic
lights on Fifth Ave..

from your brownstone
in Brooklyn.

Oh, fantastic-
no match to the print

I pulled off the MP3 player.

Bad reception down here.

Well, there's bad
reception everywhere.

Okay, I deserve that.

Preliminary
autopsy report.

Our hangman is a white male,
died in his mid-20s.

When was that?

Pathologist estimates
30 years ago.

Traces of soil
in his teeth suggest

the body was buried,
then dug up.

Which explains
the partial mummification.

The vic must have been moved

to a dark, dry place which
slowed decomposition.

You got a cause of death?

Gunshot wound to the stomach,
through the liver and out.

There are two other
visible fractures.

Blunt force to the skull,

postmortem,
more than likely occurred

when the body was dug up.

Scar tissue tells us

that the second injury
was premortem.

An index finger was sawed off.

You got an ID?

Fingertips were
too decomposed for prints.

And, as you know, 30 years ago,
CODIS didn't exist,

so if he committed a felony,
there's no possibility

for a DNA match.

What about running a sample

through the missing
persons database?

I did that.
Nobody missed this guy.

Right hand.

Index finger is
the trigger finger.

Sounds like the Mob
sending a message.

Is that something
you're guessing at

or something
you're sure of?

Because I didn't

say anything about it
being his right hand, Mac.

If you know something,
you need to tell me.

No. No.

Just making an assumption.

I don't know anything.

Jimmie.

Mac Taylor.

Heard your voice on the phone,
I couldn't believe it.

Now you're standing here.

Look like your old man.

Been a long time, Mac.

Since we were kids.

Yeah.

Last I heard, you were
in New York, married,

working for the mayor's office
or something.

I'm a crime scene
investigator.

That must be something, huh?

What's the statue
of limitations

for us sneaking into Wrigley?

What brings you back, Mac?

Bobby Toole is dead.

That supposed to be funny?

He's been dead for 30 years.

Yeah, but they found
his body today

in the Tribune Building.

We swore we were never going
to talk about this.

I haven't told a soul.

Somebody put his body in the
Tribune Building for me to find;

the word "coward"
on the wall.

Did you do it, Jimmie?
What?

What, are you out
of your mind, Mac, huh?

Is this some kind
of sick joke to you?

Over a month ago, I got a
T- shirt stained with blood.

I didn't know until today.

It's your brother's shirt.

Will's blood.
The same shirt

he was wearing when Bobby Toole
beat him to death.

You feeling guilty, Mac?

I don't regret the choice
I made that day.

No, I don't imagine that you do.

Because you didn't lose
a brother.

Your family didn't
fall apart.

You didn't watch
your father cry

for the first time in your life,

watch him crumble
to his knees.

You didn't spend ten years
trying to make it up

to your mother
and your little brother.

Lying to little Andy
about how Will died, not you.

Did you send me that shirt,
Jimmie?

You been making
phone calls?

You brought me here to Chicago.

What do you want to say?

You come back here
after all this time.

You come back here,

you accuse me
of something I didn't do?

Will worked as a paperboy
for the Tribune.

A newspaper satchel
was left as a clue.

That's not a coincidence.

I have forensic
evidence, Jimmie.

And it points to Will's
brother- that's you.

You and I were
the only ones there.

You don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

You hear me, Mac?

I had nothing to do with
what you're talking about.

You... You stay away from me.

You hear me?

You don't know a damn thing.

Little out of your
jurisdiction, aren't you?

When you called me,
I thought you were in New York.

Sneaky like that.

Plus, it made it
easier to find you.

Sinclair?
Yeah.

He doesn't like to
be embarrassed, Mac.

So, I got the rundown
from Detective Brennan.

But you want to tell me
what this is really about?

Want to take a ride?

As long as it's
not on a subway.

There was no trace of anthrax
in the victim's system,

only on his shirt-
minimal amounts.

No risk to whoever
would handle it.

What about at the scene?

Didn't find any trace
of it there.

Nonetheless, we've
asked area hospitals

to notify us of any symptoms

of anthrax poisoning.

And we're sweeping
the subway car,

as well as the 42nd and
34th Street stations.

Now, I did find darker
discolorations on the fabric

of the victim's shirt-
turned out to be burns.

Chemical burns
inconsistent with anthrax.

I analyzed a swatch- detected
traces of muriatic acid.

Turns out our vic,
Kevin Carmichael,

is a custom-made
leather goods entrepreneur,

which may explain
why the anthrax

and the muriatic acid
were already on his shirt

when he was murdered.

Any other prints beside the one
I pulled from the MP3 player?

They're all over the place-
on the victim and the train.

The DNA from the prints

are all a match to the blood

on the New York City
puzzle, an unknown male.

This is all one suspect.

With no previous
criminal history,

so no hits in AFIS or CODIS.

This guy's cocky,
you know?

He didn't wear gloves,
he leaves his prints.

We can't use them,

but it's kind of like
he's trying to get caught.

Maybe that's part
of his endgame.

Jimmie and I were 14.

His brother Will was 16.

Will delivered packages
after school

for a guy named Sal Marchetti
to earn a little money.

He'd split it with me and
Jimmie when we tagged along.

None of us realized
what we were doing.

Didn't question it.

Sal said he wanted
a package delivered

to a guy named
Bobby Toole.

We came here that night.

It's not all here.

It's all
he gave us.

Where is the rest of the
money, kid?! It's all we've got!

I could see
it was going bad fast.

We had to get out of there.
Let's go, you guys.

I didn't see
Bobby Toole grab Will, but...

I heard the first punch.

Leave him alone!

Get off of him...
You're killing him!

"Get off of him,
Get off of him. "

That's what Jimmie kept saying.

Stop it! I was screaming like
crazy for someone to help us,

but nobody did.

Blood was streaming

down Will's face.

I was watching him die.

Brennan said Toole was shot.

The gun was
in the nightstand drawer.

I remember Jimmie grabbing it,

but Toole...

threw him down,
and the gun...

slid across the floor.

Pick it up, Mac!
Pick it up!

Do it!
Do it, Mac!

Shoot him!

Come on!

Shoot him now!
Come on.

Hurry up!
Shoot him!

Hurry up!

Gimme it!

I helped Jimmie carry
his brother out.

Will died in the emergency room.

You never went to the cops?

They came to us.

We lied,
we said Will got in a fight

and we didn't see
the guys' faces.

When we told Sal
Marchetti the truth

he said it would be
taken care of.

We never spoke of it after that.

Jimmie shot Toole in defense
of his brother's life.

It was self-defense, Mac.

We were kids.

We didn't know.

I never saw Jimmie
much after that.

I suppose some might think
I was a coward.

I know he did.

But I just couldn't get myself
to pull the trigger.

I see you found him.

Yep. It took
a little detective work.

We ran the cigarette
you sent back to our lab,

and a Detective Bonasera sent
DNA results from New York.

DNA on the cigarette
is not a match

to the DNA
from the puzzle pieces.

But still a filial match
to the T-shirt.

So we're dealing
with a brother,

but it's not Jimmie.

That leaves
Will's youngest brother Andy.

That doesn't make sense;
Andy wasn't there.

You okay?

No.

How can there
be nothing?

No evidence or trace

that leads to anyone
or anything?

Well, let's go over it again.

Where do you want me
to start?

I... don't know, Lindsay.

I mean, look at all this stuff,
all these puzzle pieces

and clues that
were sent to Mac.

There's got to be
something in here.

You know, this guy wants us
to find him.

He's got a plan.

Wait a minute.

These are green.

Yeah. What do you mean?

The negative pieces
in the New York puzzle

are covered with green X's,
and the negative pieces

in the Tribune puzzle
are covered with blue X's.

Right, the pieces that
you removed

before you
set up the puzzle.

Exactly.

Remember at the beginning,

we thought we were missing
a piece?

So I went back to Drew
Bedford's office, and I

found a piece of the puzzle
there. It had blue X's on it.

Well, you said he dumped
the puzzle on his desk,

so one of the pieces
probably fell on the floor.

Lindsay, he dumped
the New York puzzle on his desk.

So the piece
that I found

should have had green X's on it,
not blue.

We hadn't even gotten
the Tribune puzzle yet.

So wait a minute, Stella,
are you saying

that this Drew Bedford guy
is involved?

Aren't you two
seeing each other?

Yeah. Yeah,
that's what he wanted.

Oh, my God.
I was part of his plan.

I'm Drew Bedford.

He found a way to bump into me
at the antique store,

and then again
at the coffee stand.

And he kept sending me
all those gifts,

and I kept resisting.

I mean, I knew... something in
my gut told me it wasn't right.

Lindsay, he was using
me to get to Mac.

We need to look at every
gift Drew sent me.

Lindsay, are you seeing this?

Prints from the gifts Drew sent
are a match

to the MP3 player.

Stella, what's up?

Mac, Drew Bedford
is our 333 guy.

Drew Bedford?

Him pursuing me
was no coincidence.

It was all part of his plan.

He was the one who put

the puzzle box on my truck.

I've got proof.
It's Drew Bedford.

Drew... Andrew, Andy.

Jimmie's younger brother.

Andy is Drew Bedford.

I'm on my way back to New York.

Listen up.

We know how methodical
this guy is.

For the last six months,
he's planned every move,

stayed one step ahead.

He knows we know his identity

and that we'd eventually come
after him.

Mac...

He's proven he's
willing to kill

and if it weren't for Danny, that
train ride might've been your last.

So we can only guess
what's waiting for us

behind those doors.

Be alert, be careful.

Taylor.

Mac, you want me to...?

Don't worry about it, Don.

I got this one.

Chief Sinclair...

I spend enough time

justifying your actions
to my superiors here.

And now I've got
Chicago PD riding my ass.

You give me one good reason

why I shouldn't pull your badge
right now.

'Cause this isn't
about my badge.

This is about me.

I have to finish
what he started.

Look, this isn't about politics.

I have no ulterior motive.

This guy has a plan for me.

What it is, I don't know,

but I have to play his game
to find out.

Mike!

Give me one of those vests.

If he's expecting us,

you can bet your ass
he set traps.

Clear.

All clear in here, also.

Nothing.

Mac?

Hey, Mac?!

Mac?

He's gone.

This look like his firearm?

I don't know,
but this looks like

the only way out, right here.

It's an underground
tunnel.

Let's move!

We've got a possible abduction
of an officer.

I need a ending location
for a tunnel

beginning at 345 Brookline.

Mac Taylor.

The Mac Taylor.
Whew!

You know, it's funny.

But you don't look like a hero.

Andy, I don't know what you...
Shh! Shh! Shh!

Whatever you do,
don't move.

You see that gun?

The slightest movement

puts a bullet right
between your eyes.

Of course,

freezing is something that comes
naturally to you, isn't it, Mac?

Something the public

doesn't know about its hero cop.

But my dead brother
knows all too well.

For God's sakes, Andy,
I was just a kid.

Yeah, well, you were old enough.

All you had to do
was pull the trigger.

You know, playing with your
crack CSI team,

it's been, it's been fun.

I gotta tell you, man,
that Stella, she's just...

she's smart.

She never quite trusted me.

I can see how she'd
be an asset to you.

It'd be a shame to see her die.

You see, whoever comes
through that door

is gonna take a bullet.

And I'm sure Stella
and company are

working on finding out
where you are

as we speak.

The underground tunnels split
into five different directions.

By the time we had each exit
covered, they were gone.

Wherever Drew has Mac, he wants
us to find him, I promise you that.

He could be holding
him anywhere.

What does this guy want, anyway?
He holds Mac

responsible for losing someone
in his family.

So what, now he wants Mac
to lose someone in his family?

Yeah, one of us.

Look, I want you two
to go over everything

we recovered from the bistro. Flack.

Paper work, telephone records.
What do you mean he's here?

Everything. Drew left us the
answer. Downstairs? All right.

We just got to find it.
I'll be right there.

Keep me posted. I'll be
back in a few. Gotcha.

Okay, boys,
tell me what you got.

Nothing good.
If this guy left a clue,

as to where Mac is,
it's not in the codes

that he embedded to override
the train system.

Or a clever hacker
buried a virus

to destroy the hidden codes.

Drew wouldn't do that; he wants
us to figure out where he is.

Maybe it's possible that
I destroyed something

when I smashed
the MP3 player, huh?

Yeah, I'm sure
anything's possible,

but we were able
to reconstruct the data

and the files on the hard drive.

What are the files?

playlists, artists, calendar.

But all the files are empty.

Wait a minute, do you hear that?

What is that song?
It's coming from the MP3.

That's impossible, all
the playlist files are empty.

No, no, I hear it, I hear it.

Try and deconstruct
the playlist,

see if you can pull
something off of it.

Here you go,
something's coming up.

"Train to Nowhere. "

That's a sick sense of humor

for a runaway train.
"SB."

My initials or, uh,
maybe the artist?

Look up "Train to Nowhere. "

"Train to Nowhere,"
Savoy Brown, SB.

Let me pull up the album.

Number six, "Train to Nowhere. "

The six train?

Mm-hmm.

All right,
these are the blueprints

to the City Hall Subway Station,
last stop

on the six train, or at least
what people think is the last stop.

The actual line goes
further down

the tunnel to the original
City Hall Station

that was abandoned in 1945

when they expanded the IRT line.

I've passed through there,
trains still

loop around and head back up
to the Bronx.

So that's where Drew has Mac?
We think so.

Track six, "Train to Nowhere. "

Nobody really knows
about the abandoned

station and it's gonna be fairly
isolated. Yeah, but Drew will be

expecting us, so it's our turn
to be one step ahead of him.

Okay, well, if trains
still pass through there,

then he'd stay off the platform.
Maybe he has Mac

in one of the walkways
off to the side.

I remember skylight panels,

blue, leaded glass
on the ceiling.

If we can get up there,
it'd give us some advantage.

The hard part is going
to be negotiating

with this frickin' guy. I mean,
he's prepared, he's smart.

He obviously wants
one of us dead.

I don't know anyone
who's gonna be able

to talk some sense
into this nut job.

He can.

Truth is a matter of perception.

Like most things, perception
can be influenced.

People are what
we want them to be.

It says here you stopped
a million dollar cocaine heist.

Took down an Irish
gang in the process.

You fire your gun, Mac?

So the world creates heroes.

Don't blame me

for the press blowing up
that story.

I didn't ask to be anything

other than who I am.

You know, the thing
about heroes,

is that eventually
somebody surfaces

that knew the hero
before they were granted

that status.

Perception changes once again.

A new truth is reborn.

This is crazy, Andy.

The only thing you're going
to accomplish here

is getting yourself killed.

Yeah. I can live with that.

You know what Jimmie
used to say to me?

After that day,
he used to look me in the eyes

and tell me I looked
dead inside.

I didn't have a choice, Andy.

No, no!
Don't tell me that.

You don't say that.

Don't tell me you didn't
have a choice.

Will was being beaten to death,

and all you had to do
was pull the trigger!

Look, I don't know
what Jimmie told you.

Jimmie didn't tell me anything,
I was there.

Jimmie wouldn't
let me come,

so I followed you guys there.

Pick it up, Mac!
Pick it up! Do it! Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Gimme it!

Room 333.

That number's engraved
into my head

forever.

You never told Jimmie
you were there.

What for?

Must have been hard to see.

You two could have
talked about it.

You think I didn't

replay it in my head
a thousand times?

Dreamt about it for
years since that day.

Only in the dreams,
I pull the trigger

or I'm the one
who was beaten to death.

I can't change
that, Andy.

No matter how much

you want it to be true.
We were kids.

I was scared.

Now, killing me...

or whoever comes
through that door,

that's not gonna bring
Will back.

Well, what do you know.

It's your partner in crime.

Hey, baby.

If you're calling
for another date, uh...

I'm gonna take
a rain check, I'm busy.

It's me, baby brother.

Jimmie?

How ya doing, kiddo?

What... what are you doing?
Where are you?

Don't do this, Andy.

All right, not for me.

Not for Will.

I love you, Jimmie.

But I'm doing this for me.

I got a bad feeling
about this, brother.

This doesn't have
a happy ending.

Look, man, I lost Will,
I'm not gonna lose you, too.

Where are you?

Why can I hear you?

I'm coming in, Andy.

I'm coming in.
No, no, Jimmie.

No, Jimmie!

Don't move!

Don't you move!

We need an ambulance
at the City Hall Station.

You okay, Mac?
Yeah.

Jimmie!
Don't move.

You're okay, Jimmie,
you're okay.

Come on, get up.

You're no hero!

You hear me?

You let Will die!
You're no hero!

You hear me?!

No! You hear me?!
See, see? You're okay.

You shot him
in the forearm.

In a situation like that,
we're trained to shoot to kill.

Not this time.

They've already lost enough,
too much.