Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 14, Episode 22 - Poisoned Motive - full transcript

Detective Rollins is shot by a sniper, and all of the sniper's victims have a connections to Fin and a disabled ex-partner who once took a bullet for him.

In the criminal
justice system,

sexually based offenses
are considered

especially heinous.

In New York City,
the dedicated detectives

who investigate
these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as
the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

Right on through.

Okay, left hand.

You'll be sorry.
You'll pay for this.



Uh-huh.
Left hand!

I was doing those girls
a favor.

Right.

You lock 'em up,
pimp 'em out.

I'm sure their thank-you notes
are in the mail, huh?

They were starving in China
before I helped them.

We got patrol lined up
to take Mother Teresa here

to Central Booking?

Well, actually, no.

1PP wants a show-and-tell
with Mrs. Chang.

Dragon ladies sell papers,

so make sure the cars
are washed, doors unlocked.

Perp walk?
I left my tie at home.

Hmm.



I keep an extra one
in my locker.

I'm sure you do.

Well, I wouldn't worry
about it.

Spotlight is gonna be
on Rollins.

- She was lead on the case.
- It was a group effort.

The girls are talking.
They'll give statements.

Better fix your lipstick.

Make a statement
for us!

Amanda!
Amanda!

Stay down.

Amanda! Amanda!

Get back.

- How bad?
- I don't know.

It came from up there.

- I got her.
- Let's go.

Back up!

1013, 1013,
we have an officer shot.

Send a highway
to the blood bank.

Open up for me a route
to Bellevue.

Unh!

Hold on, girl.
Hold on, I got you.

Clear.

This is where the shooter
must have taken his shot.



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- Fin.
- What's up, girl?

It doesn't hurt.

They got you
on that happy mud.

It's just a shoulder wound,
straight through and through.

Through and through.

Just through, through.

Just like I said.

Did you get the guy
that shot me?

- How is she?
- She feels no pain.

Bullet hit muscle,
came out through her upper back.

No permanent damage.

- Any leads?
- Nothing on the roof.

No witnesses.
He just melted away.

Look, we're checking cameras,
license plate readers.

- Everything.
- CSU recover a bullet?

Pulled a .45 caliber,
full metal jacket slug

from the sidewalk, pancaked.

- Won't get much from ballistics.
- .45?

That's long range
for a pistol.

One bullet, rooftop sniper.

- This was a targeted hit.
- And it was Rollins' bust.

I mean, are we sure that we got
everyone in their organization?

Dragon lady was mouthing off
to Rollins.

She's still down
at Central Booking.

Go bring her back.

20 people in my cell.

- The toilet is disgusting.
- Hope you enjoyed it.

That's five-star
compared to where you're going.

I'll post bail,
be home in time for my Mets.

For attempted murder
of a police officer?

I don't think so.

That gweilo cop?

I was in the car.
How did I shoot her?

If any of your people did it,
you're an accomplice.

Just as guilty.

If one of my people did this,
that pretty lady would be dead.

And those messages she got,
they weren't threats.

Okay.

So what were they?

From my girls.
They were happy.

They wanted the detective
to leave us alone.

So you did get threats
from Ms. Chang's people?

- It's just a few texts.
- Which you did not report.

I don't need TARU and IAB
going through my phone.

And why's that?

Friendly reminders
from the people I owe...

a gambling debt to.

Any other surprises?

Listen, uh, why don't I just
step out for a cup of coffee?

We need to see your phone.
We have to follow this up.

Okay, all right.

I heard from Earl Talley,
it's this idiot friend

of my sister's
who's mad I shot Jeff.

It's hot air.
I can take care of it myself.

Says the girl lying
in the hospital

with the hole in her shoulder.

Amanda, we got this.

Earl Talley!

Earl?

Ah!
Uh.

We knock...
you don't answer?

I was sleeping.

What are you,
sleep-flushing?

I don't feel good.

Well, next time, try aspirin,
not hillbilly crack.

What do you want?

Where were you at 10:00
in the morning?

Come on, man!
Who knows stuff like that?

You were right about Earl.

Couldn't shoot himself
in the foot

if he had a shotgun
taped to his ankle.

At the time you were shot,

surveillance cam
shows him at a bodega

buying mountain dew
and donuts.

Told you he wasn't the guy.

Fin and I
are headed upstate

- to talk to your bookies.
- No, you--

I don't see
what's in it for them.

I mean, they shoot me,
I stop paying.

They didn't kill you.
It could've been a warning.

Now, Mrs. Chang,

it's a big step from
prostitution to cop killing.

You know, okay,
so maybe this isn't about me.

All right, one shot
from 100 yards away.

What then? Hmm?

- Stray bullet?
- I don't know.

Right, you don't know.

What?

Another sniper shooting,
same MO.

.45 caliber, FMJ.

Lieutenant!

Fin!

Is this your case?

Olivia,
this is Lieutenant Howard.

This was my supervisor
when I was in Narcotics.

It's my son Mark.

Your son was shot?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.
How's he doing?

He's in surgery.
They don't know.

He was walking out
of his apartment.

It was a sniper.

A single shot?

- Rooftop?
- Yeah.

Ms. Howard.

I worked for her
my last two years undercover.

Fin, your partner,
her son.

This can't be a coincidence.

No...

- Damn!
- I'll wait here.

Lieutenant, we're very sorry
about your son.

I've said that line
so many times.

Never imagined I'd hear it.

I know you have things
to attend to.

We appreciate
your coming out.

So where are we on this--
on this guy?

Ballistics are in.

The slug that hit your son
was from a Les Baer Prowler.

That's a high-end pistol.

A precision shot
from 100 yards away.

We're dealing with a pro.

Esoteric weapon
and bullet.

Does that mean
anything to you?

The gun's old school.

Your son, my partner.

Somebody's mad at us...

from something
back in the day.

Do either of you
have any idea

who could've held a grudge?

From Brooklyn Narcotics,
15 years ago?

All scum, all the time.

Then we go over
every old case.

We're gonna need contacts
for everybody in the unit,

see if anybody's
come after him recently.

Let me make a call
to my old partner Luis.

He took a bullet
meant for me.

How is Luis?

I don't even know.
I lost contact.

It's the police.

Fin, you son of a bitch!
Long time.

Hey, it's been way too long.
Good to see you, man.

This is my man Nick Amaro.

Hey, man.
Come on in.

Gloria! Three tall boys
for New York's finest.

- Gloria, your daughter?
- 25 now.

She moved back in
to help me out.

So how you been, man?

Tough year.
Lots of medical bills.

Fighting these bastards
over nickels.

But you're on disability,
right?

Long story.

But you didn't come here
to hear my violins.

This is about
the lieutenant's son?

Yeah, and...

Fin's partner Rollins
took a bullet--

same shooter, same day.

We think someone's
coming after us.

We came here to tell you to keep
your daughter and your wife

real close.

Rita passed
eight months ago.

Cancer. They thought
they'd gotten it all.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.

- Fin!
- Gloria. Wow!

Here, dad.

Last time I saw you,

you were a little tomboy
in coveralls.

She's still a tomboy.

Straight out of the army
into the police academy.

She'll make first grade
before either one of you.

- Dad.
- Good for you.

They think some scumbag

is shooting people involved
with our old unit.

- You sure?
- Don't worry, sweetie.

They're not coming after
the gimpy ones.

Stop.
What about Escobar?

He did shoot you once.

He had another parole hearing
a few months back,

right before Christmas.

- Did he get out?
- No.

Not for nothing,

but you'd know that
if you'd been there.

You know,
I really meant to, but...

it was Christmas time.

I had a lot of family stuff
going on.

Maybe next time, Fin.

Escobar.
He was top of the food chain.

He could still have reach
from prison.

- How long did it take?
- Two years.

We worked our way
through hundreds of dealers,

runners, ki-and-ounce men
to get to him.

He shot Luis.

You said the bullet
was meant for you?

Yeah.

We were making our last buy
from Escobar.

Somebody
must've ratted me out.

Next thing I know,

I got a .38
to the back of my head.

Luis jumped in.

The gun went off.

He got hit twice...
in the hip and the knee.

I left Narcotics that day.

That wasn't your fault.

Yeah, just like it wasn't
my fault with Rollins.

Do yourself a favor, Nick.
Walk behind me.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't Mr. Lucky.

His partner
doesn't tackle me...

I would've blown off his head
with my .38.

You really think bragging
to cops about shooting cops

is a good idea?

What are you gonna do?

Send me to prison?

I heard your new partner got
shot in front of the precinct.

What do you know
about my partner?

The blondie?

What I saw on TV.

She looked real pretty...

bleeding in your arms.

If I found out
you shot her,

I'll kill you
in front of the whole yard!

You think this CO's
gonna stop me?

I been here 15 years.

Who do you think
they work for?

Oye, amigo, we're going
through your visitors,

your friends, your family.

We're gonna be up inside you
so deep...

you won't be able
to walk straight.

Door!

He pimps out the newbies
for sex.

He runs the drugs,
the cell phones.

His friends on the outside
supply him?

We cut out his phone calls,
we reduced his visitors.

Nothing seems
to slow him down.

You try locking him
in the hole?

He hit us
with a bunch of lawsuits

because of inhumane treatment
due to his health issues.

- Health issues?
- Yeah, asthma.

Clinic nurse backed his claim.

But it turns out
he turned her too.

We fired her
after he got her pregnant.

She ever visit?

Yeah, she brings
their little boy.

Okay, so I broke the rules.
But it was worth it.

I have Benito, Jr.

Looks like
a sweet little guy.

His father's great
with him.

You don't know
what he's really like.

Well, two people
have been shot, Ana.

People that are connected

to the police officers who put
your boyfriend Escobar away.

So?

So we need to know
whether or not he's involved.

If he's not, we move on.

How could he be involved?

He spends 23 hours a day
in a tiny cell.

He can't any phone calls,
and they censor his mail.

When you go visit him,

does he ask you
to relay messages?

When I visit him,
he plays with Benito, Jr.

We talk about feeding his son
on a part-time job

and food stamps.

And that's it?

Keep us alive,
avoiding being homeless.

Yeah, that's kind of
a full-time conversation.

Come on, Benito.
Come on, baby.

The nurse Ana lied.

Checked her phone records.

After visits to Escobar,

she called a member
of his old crew.

Calvin "Pearlie" Jones.

I know this dude.

He did eight years
for selling blow.

He's probably back
on the streets.

He looks like a punk.
This guy's a marksman?

He used to be Escobar's
middle man.

Maybe he hired out.
I got him.

All right, take Benson.

Listen, I talked to Rollins
this morning.

She's gonna be there
for a few more days.

She's picked up an infection.

She's gonna be okay though.

Well, that's the thing
about hospitals.

Longer you stay,
the sicker you get.

Find out who did this.

Come on, Fin.

Oh, yeah.
Right there, I like that.

Ladies!

- I need the room.
- What the--oh, hell, no.

Pearlie, huh?
Some things never change.

- I got sciatica.
- What's that, Thai...

for happy ending?

Uh-huh. Gotcha.
What do we got over here?

Come on, man.
You know I can't carry.

- I'm on parole.
- Parole?

Oh! Not for long.

Unless you wanna tell us why
Escobar's girlfriend called you.

Whatever it was,

I told that bitch
I wasn't interested, brah.

Dude is crazy.

Crazy enough
to put out hits on NYPD?

Crazy enough.

You come in here and wanna
bust me for a gun you planted?

Man, do your thing, dog.

Damn!

Now you wanna talk
about Escobar?

You want me to talk?

Listen, this man
will peel my face off,

sew it onto a soccer ball,

and kick it
into my mother's yard.

So might as well
go ahead and shoot me.

'Cause I ain't no snitch.

Who's the shooter?

Nobody I know, man.

Who's the shooter?

Your partner's crazy, man!

You're gonna go down
for this, man!

Yeah?
You're scaring me.

- Pick his punk ass up!
- Come on!

You love your son?

You love your son?

You touch my boy,
I swear to God I'll kill you.

I'm about to take this

and dig your eyeballs
out of your head.

You will never
see your boy again.

Just do it.

No, man, come--

Hey--

Noah, we just need
a few more minutes.

Yeah, well,
I got some news.

- What?
- That nurse...

the one he knocked up,
she just got shot.

- Ana?
- Yeah.

She's dead.

One shot.
Straight through the head.

No, man.

No, man!

That's all I got, man.

All I got.

Please, Lord.

Escobar's girlfriend gets killed.
Does that clear him?

He really seemed
broken up.

And his boy
was with her.

He wouldn't risk
him getting hurt.

The mother's dead,
the father's in jail,

Benito, Jr. is gonna go
into foster care.

There's no way
that Escobar would want that.

Lieutenant Eames,
thanks for stopping by.

This is the third shooting?

Looking at the same MO?

One .45, full metal jacket,

fired from a project window
100 yards away.

Still waiting
for the ballistics on the gun.

Housing project?
So any surveillance?

That's why I'm here.
You may have caught a break.

That project's
near a power plant

that's under joint terrorism
task force surveillance.

TARU's going over it
frame by frame.

Great,
so in the meantime,

we're looking for somebody
with a grudge

against NYPD and Escobar.

A rival gang.

Fin, anybody come to mind?

We'd just broken the back
of Little Will Mora's gang.

There was a full-scale
turf war going on.

Your old partner Luis

mentioned keeping notes
on your cases.

Yeah, you know the type.

He liked to write things down
when he got home.

I was never
into leaving a paper trail.

Well, go take a look at his.

Somebody took out Escobar's
girl in broad daylight?

That's badass.

Well, the good thing
is the terrorist task force

has that whole area on video
locked down.

So we're sure
to get a solid pic.

Till then,
we're looking for gangsters

who didn't like Escobar.

Could be Bautista
and his Dominican gang.

They had beef over turf
in East New York.

But we put them away too.

You got any other leads?

The shooter was dead-on
from 100 yards

with a Les Baer Prowler.

- A Les Baer?
- Mm-hmm.

- A new one?
- No.

They just tracked it down.
This is strange.

"Last reported used in
a Brighton Beach gang shooting

- in '97."
- '97?

You mean some guy keeps it
in his dresser since then

and pulls it out now?

Les Baer.

Brighton Beach.
Yeah, doesn't ring a bell.

What about that
Russian mobster Petrovich?

Remember him, Luis?

Oh, yeah.
Those Russian cats.

The names are kinda hazy.

Let me find that box,
get back to you.

Okay. Will do.

So Escobar warred
with two gangs.

Which one of 'em
is on the hook for this?

Neither.
Bautista's gone, so is his gang.

Petrovich and his people
are back in Moscow,

smuggling weapons,
sex trafficking.

Life is great for them.

So how does a gun
from one of their hits

surface now?

Fin, do you remember
the hit?

It wasn't my case.
They took down a rival dealer.

Luis worked with two
Ukrainian undercovers.

Is there any way that Luis
would look the other way

for either one of them?

Maybe pocketing a piece.

Never going after
one of our own.

I saw Luis' face
when we told him it a Les Baer.

I mean, it hit a nerve.

Okay.

Okay, Fin,
you go sound out Luis.

You two track down
the UCs.

Petrovich go back
to mother Russia?

All of his people
are either dead of behind bars.

Or billionaires.

Maybe we should've
worked for him

when we had the chance.

I been wondering
if anybody else ever did.

How's that?

Remember those
two Ukrainian UCs,

Lisko and Mastel?

NYPD says they're off the grid.
You ever hear from them?

Once.

They sent me a condolence card
when Rita passed.

They're in Europe,

working for Interpol
or something.

Fin...

I spent more time with you

than I did with my wife.

Now you wanna
ask me something.

Why don't you just ask it?

Okay.

That Les Baer pistol.

Think one of those guys
might've picked it up?

No. No way.

How can you be so sure?

'Cause I did.

Anything else
you wanna ask me?

I been trying to get a shot
on Rollins for weeks,

I heard about the perp walk.

I fired from a rooftop across
the street from the precinct.

How'd you even
get up there?

Rollins.
What are you doing here?

Well, I'm all caught up
on Duck Dynasty.

I had to get out of there.

Heard about
the lieutenant's son, I'm sorry.

- That's your old partner?
- Yeah.

That rooftop,
from 100 yards?

Army sniper.
Best in my class.

Then that night, same shot.
The lieutenant's son.

Rooftop across
from his apartment.

Ana Tejada?

Fifth floor landing.

I wanted to wait...

till she put
her little boy down,

but I had to fire...
before somebody came.

One shot each time.

One for each wrong.

Okay, those wrongs...

Tell me about those wrongs.

Escobar put me
on disability.

I lost my job.

My wife didn't get the medical
attention she deserved.

Dies in pain.

And he gets conjugal visits

and his son is on medicaid?

- How is that right?
- Okay.

I get that.

But...

why shoot Rollins?

I mean,
you never even met her.

Fin turned his back on me.

He didn't come
to my wife's funeral,

but he's got time for her.

I'm sorry about this,
Amanda.

I didn't see it coming.

Maybe if I'd have went
and seen him more,

gone to the parole hearing.

I don't know.

Are you sure he's our guy?

Please don't go Amaro on me.

He's got motive.

He's knows all the details
about the shootings.

He's also got
a police scanner.

The guy that shot me
disappeared fast from a roof.

He's on disability.

Amanda,
he handed me the gun.

Doesn't meant
he's the shooter.

Anyone else have access
to the weapon?

I don't know,
his daughter Gloria.

- How old is she?
- 25.

She's in the police academy.

Her mother just died.

She was having problems
with the insurance.

Come on, everybody has
problems with the insurance.

I'm sick that it's him,
but we got our man.

There's something else.
The motives, it just--

Well, he's angry.
You heard him.

Yeah, at Fin, at Escobar,
the lieutenant.

Then how come none of them
are the ones that got hit?

The targets are always
next of kin, partners.

You know, maybe she is trying to
make the people she's angry at

hurt the way she got hurt
when her father got shot.

Not Gloria.
She's a sweet kid.

Oh, boy.

Did you know she was
kicked out of the academy

on psychological
two months ago?

Luis would've told us that.

Well, maybe he didn't know.

The Les Baer.

When he heard about the gun,
he must've pieced it together.

He took a bullet for you.

Don't you think he'd take one
for his daughter?

Let's find her
and find out.

That Gloria's car?

Yeah.
With a burnt body inside.

- That her?
- Maybe.

Or she wants us
to think it is.

And she's somewhere out there.

Gloria Montero is 25.

She was recently expelled
from the police academy.

She's army trained.

Took a general discharge
two years ago.

The body inside the car
has been identified

as Yolanda Brooks,
a traffic enforcement agent

who ticketed
Montero's vehicle.

Montero's a highly
efficient marksman.

Daughter
of a retired detective.

She knows how we think,
how we work.

She's known
to have purchased

several automatic weapons
in Philly at a gun show

after her dismissal
from the academy.

We have a report
of a white delivery van,

stolen in the area.

We have the plate number out

on the license
recognition system.

She is to be considered
armed and dangerous.

Here you are.

- What's this?
- You're free to go, Detective.

You can't release me.

I confessed.
I'm the shooter.

Book me.

Come on, Luis.
It's over, man.

We got Gloria on video.

This is her leaving the scene

where Escobar's girlfriend
was shot.

So what?

So we get it,
that's why you confessed.

You knew we'd go through
that footage,

find her eventually.

I confessed
because I did it.

I took a bullet.
Got screwed by the department.

I lost my wife.

Yeah, and Gloria--
she lost her mother, right?

Gloria was ten
when you got shot.

Yes. About that.

It must have been pretty
devastation for your daughter.

Depressed dad,
disabled dad most of her life.

Then her mother gets sick.
She gets stressed out.

She falls apart.

Army doesn't help,
they kick her out.

It wasn't dishonorable.

She got herself
into the academy.

Yeah,
and when her mother died,

she got bounced back out.

- You lied to us about that.
- I just found out.

When?

When you confronted her
about the Les Baer?

'Cause last night,
we found her car burnt out

in Queens with the body
of a traffic officer inside.

Okay, we appreciate that you're
trying to protect your daughter.

But right now, she is the target
of a massive manhunt.

ESU, NYPD--

they're going after somebody
who shot a cop.

You know
that doesn't end well.

Those things you said,
that's not my daughter.

Okay?
That's not my daughter.

I know my rights.

You wanna keep talking,
I want a lawyer.

Luis give us anything?

He's still claiming
his guilt.

Which means he's trying
to buy time for his daughter.

Hey, we got a sighting!
We got a sighting!

Missing white van heading south
on Woodhaven Boulevard.

She going to the airport?
She'll never get on a plane.

Or Howard Beach,
the hospital.

Hospital? That's been closed
since Hurricane Sandy.

That's where
her mother died.

- Okay, you two, go!
- Yes.

Everybody, listen up.
We have a report--

- You find Gloria?
- No, but she was here.

Security guard.
One bullet to the head.

Clean, through the glass.

Must've shot her way inside.

It's a big complex.

Let's start
with the oncology ward.

Do you hear something?

It's this way.

Gloria?

My name is
Gloria Christina Montero.

I consider myself a good person,
a loving daughter,

and a responsible citizen.

The actions I have taken
are a last resort

to address
the unconscionable mistreatment

that my family has suffered

at the hands of the NYPD
and other bureaucracies.

In October of 1998,

my father,
detective Luis Rafa Montero,

was shot multiple times
during an undercover operation.

Drug lord Benito Escobar

was about to assassinate
Detective Odafin Tutuola,

when my father heroically
threw himself on the weapon

and saved his partner's life.

My father was given
a disability retirement,

but he never recovered.

He fell into a depression
and began drinking.

In the spring of 2007,

my mother was diagnosed
with stage two breast cancer.

When I asked the army
for time off

to deal with my mother's
declining health,

they told me that due to my
"inability to perform my duties"

I would be offered
a general discharge.

To help cover the cost
of my mother's medical bills,

my father took a security job.

His former lieutenant,
Toni Anne Howard,

upon discovering this,

informed on him
to the department,

who then terminated
his disability benefits.

As a result, we could not
afford medical treatments

that would have saved
my mother's life.

Eventually,
we lost our home, as well.

She passed away,
in this room,

in physical pain
and emotional distress,

in August of 2012.

A month later,
I entered the police academy.

I was, however,
still depressed

over my mother's death
and my father's decline.

The academy,
rather than offer help,

expelled me
without due process.

All of you
who have destroyed my life

will soon know what it is like
to lose a loved one.

I have police
and military training.

I know your tactics.

Do not try to stop me.

She's not picking up
the land line.

Do we even know up
if she's inside?

No visual confirmation.
She's pulled the blinds.

We have eyes in the backyard,
the house across the street.

We're working on
handheld infrared.

Her father swears
there's no second home,

no other family in her life.

We've got unmarked cars
in front of her apartment

and the police academy.

She's a loner--no friends,
not a lot of places she can go.

Okay, the security footage
from the hospital parking

confirms that it is
a grey Ford Explorer.

It is the car that
she left the hospital in.

One other thing.

Her father says
she has a police scanner app

on her cell phone.

Keep the chatter
to a minimum.

- Where's Captain Cragen?
- Mr. Hamill.

The fugitive's
in my house?

We're not sure.

She was reported driving a car
that's across the street.

Oh, my God.

What would this woman
want with us?

She used to live
in your house.

- I have to go in there!
- Whoa, whoa!

That's not happening
right now, Mr. Hamill.

Listen, we need you
to try to call your wife.

Nobody is picking up
the landline.

When was the last time
you tried her?

On the way here, four times.
I have to go in--

Just... try dialing again,
Mr. Hamill.

Would you do that?

I should pick it up.

It's my husband.
He's gonna be worried.

Don't move!

Please just let
my little boy go, please.

Be quiet!

Who is this?

I'd just like
to speak to my wife.

Find out if everyone's okay.

Oh, you got
a hostage negotiator there?

She telling you what to say?

My wife is pregnant.

Please just tell me
if she's all right.

She's got a nice house.

She's fine.

I'm sorry.
I didn't know it was your house.

It's not mine,
it's my father's.

I wanna talk to him.

You can talk to her,
but that's all.

Can I at least try
to go in?

- They won't let you.
- Captain.

Keep her calm.

Tell her we'll wait
as long as they need to.

If they need anything--
food--

Gloria, honey.

Hi, daddy.

Hey, what are you doing?

I really screwed up.

No! No, no, baby.
Just, um--

just let those people out,
okay?

They'll shoot me
like a dog if I do.

No, no, no, sweetie.
Listen to me.

I'm not gonna let
anybody do that to you.

They won't even let you
come in to see me.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

No, it's not your fault.
It's mine, okay?

It's mine.
I put too much on you.

I-I didn't see
what it was doing to you.

It is not your fault,
daddy.

It's his.

Is he with you?

Who?

Fin.

The one you took
a bullet for.

Yeah.
Yeah, baby, he's here.

I have a gun
on the little boy.

Mommy!

You tell him
to come inside

or I'll shoot the boy
and his mother.

- We can wait this out.
- Till she shoots 'em?

We'll be listening in.
We'll have backup adjacent.

We can be through that door
in seconds.

I can handle it.

Fin.

You know none of this
is on you, right?

Do I?

Gloria, it's just me.

Lock the door!

Okay, the door's locked.

Put the gun down, Gloria.

Good idea.

Wait let me shoot them first.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Don't shoot them, okay?

If you're gonna shot anybody,
shoot me.

Oh, I will.

Go ahead,
get it over with.

I'm the one that deserves it.

You feeling guilty?

You sound like you want me
to shoot you.

I was supposed to die
15 years ago

from a bullet to the head.

Okay, the one
that your father took.

The way I look at it,

I been playing
with house money.

Your father's a good man,
Gloria.

If it wasn't for him, I would've
never saw my son grow up.

Because of you
and the NYPD,

my father lost everything.

This house, my mother.

What happened to your family,
I didn't know.

I should have.
I should have stayed in touch.

You didn't call,
you didn't care.

You didn't even know
my mother was sick.

I didn't wanna talk
to your father, okay?

You're right, I was guilty.

I didn't wanna think
that what happened to him

could've been me.

Gloria, I can't undo
what happened.

I can't make it better.
But I am sorry.

You should
tell my father that.

We can both do it.
He's right outside.

Come on,
just put the gun down.

Give it to me.
I don't wanna let them kill you.

Okay?

Let me take you outside.
I'll be your bodyguard.

Come on.

No.

They'll take you out too.

I'm not getting
out of here alive.

And neither are they.

Go, go, go!

NYPD!

Okay, don't shoot,
don't shoot!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Don't shoot!

Nobody's hurt.
Nobody's hurt.

Let me take her out.

Come on, let's go.

I got her.

Dad...

I--

Luis, I'm sorry
about everything.

No. She's alive.
Thank you.

- Daddy! Daddy!
- Tommy!

Tommy, come here.

Fin.

Amanda!

You shouldn't even be here.

Once I heard you went inside,
I had to come.

You were there for me when--

When you took the bullet
for me?

Yeah, you'd do the same.
It's what partners do.

Yeah.

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