Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 1, Episode 13 - This Band of Brothers - full transcript

Previously on Third Watch:

- Don't get jealous now, Moondog.
- With him, you're gonna be around stuff.

It's money. I don't want this.

- And you're Ty Davis' kid?
- What's that supposed to mean?

This guy knows my
brother. What happened?

Two guys tried
robbing a liquor store.

Mikey, was my brother involved?

It's not my blood.

Tonight on Third Watch:

You're a convicted felon.
Your friend killed a clerk.

- Please help me.
- Should we help him?



We did everybody a
favor, him included.

- Was Dad dirty?
- What difference can it make now?

Get us some help!

Thank you.

Mm, you're welcome. Hmm.

What's this?

Knife fight.

- You're kidding.
- Mm-mm.

Tenth grade.

Deb Gonzales took exception
to my talking to her boyfriend.

Where did you go to school?

I'm a tough little Latina,
okay? Don't mess with me.

Mm.

Was it just for talking?



Mm, no. Not really. Flirting.

She had every right to be upset.
I was definitely trying to steal him.

Mm.

- You took off your ring.
- Yeah.

How long were you married?

Eleven years.

Mm.

This was the first
time since she died.

You miss her?

Yeah.

Thank you.

- For what?
- Choosing me.

You're welcome.

- Hey, Mom?
- Ty! What you doing down here?

- You got a minute?
- I'm on my way to the gym. Tag along.

- You're not working?
- I'm on at 3.

So to what do I
owe this pleasure?

- You remember Conrad Jones?
- Mm, no.

They call him Candyman.
He's at the 55, worked with Dad.

- Sure, Candy. He's still there?
- Yeah.

I worked with him yesterday.
People were out sick.

So Sully rode solo
and I went with Candy.

He gave me this.

- And you kept it?
- Was Dad dirty?

- Your father's been dead 11 years.
- Was he?

- What difference can it make now?
- It makes a difference to me.

- He loved you very much.
- So that's a yes.

I don't know if he was or not,
because we never talked about his work.

- But you had suspicions?
- I don't know.

You knew how much he
was making. You paid the bills.

- Was more going out than coming in?
- What do you want me to do?

Speculate on your
dead father's integrity?

I just want you to
tell me the truth.

Your father was a
complicated man.

He was far from perfect.

But he went to work every day to put a
roof over your head and food on your plate.

- You're defending this?
- He wasn't a saint.

But whatever he did was because
he loved us, and in particular...

because he loved you.

I gotta go to work.

- Go to the police.
- I can't go back to jail.

Mikey's in ICU and
that clerk is dead.

I didn't know what they were gonna
do. They told me to pull over to buy beers.

What about that third guy?

- The one who died on the sidewalk?
- A friend of Mike's.

- Paulie something. I didn't know him.
- So, what happened?

Mikey had a gun, and the clerk
pulled out a piece and started shooting?

- I told you, I was outside.
- Oh, right. Driving the getaway car.

No. I was along for the ride.
We were cruising, that's it.

Whose car was it?

Mikey don't got a pot to piss
in. Where'd he get the car?

- I don't know. Maybe it was Paulie's.
- So it was stolen, right?

- Were you with them when they boosted it?
- No. I was hanging around McSorley's.

They come in, ask if I wanted
to go for a drive, so I go.

- Why you riding me?
- I'm riding you?

What do you think
the cops are gonna do?

No one saw me. I heard the
shots, I got scared, I took off.

What about the prints
on the car, Matty?

You're a convicted felon.
Your friend killed a clerk.

You don't think they'll
look for your prints?

I was wearing gloves.

It's February. I was cold.

Bro, who the hell do
you think you're lying to?

What'll happen when
Mikey wakes up in ICU...

he sees all those cops
staring down at him? Hmm?

You think he's gonna
protect your ass?

He don't give a damn. He'll give
you up, first words out of his mouth.

You were along to buy some beers?
You didn't know the car was stolen?

You're behind the driver's
wheel with the engine running...

- but you weren't involved?
- That's the truth.

- No, it isn't.
- I didn't know.

- Don't lie to me!
- They didn't tell me!

I gotta go to work.

Please, Bobby.

Help me.

I can't go back to prison.

- I can't do this anymore.
- I got friends in Florida.

Jimmy's down there. Centrone?

I can get a job there,
he works construction.

Please, $500, $1000.

Enough for a bus ticket and a
few meals, that's all I'm asking for.

Please.

Bobby...

I don't have anybody else.

I gotta go to work, Matty.

Three hundred and fifty bucks for
tickets and Ewing doesn't even play.

The stomach flu? I don't care if he's
puking up a lung, he should be out there.

You go to a Springsteen concert,
you don't expect Little Stevie to sing...

because Bruce stayed
home with the sniffles.

Ewing's pretty dedicated. Must've
been sick if he wanted to sit it out.

Twenty million a year to run up and
down, he should be out there rain or shine.

Torn hamstring, broken fingers, I don't
care if the bastard's got rectum cancer...

he's got an
obligation to the fans.

- You take Nicole?
- Yeah. She was chewing on my neck...

- and grabbing my crotch.
- That's bad?

She isn't exactly gentle.

She gives you a hickey, you
need stitches and a tetanus shot.

Hang on. Hang on. Back it up.

Damn it. Towelheads propped
their back door open again.

"Towelheads"?
You're such a bigot.

Oh. How many times
have I told these idiots?

Really starting to piss me off.

Yo, Mohammed! You left
the back door open again.

This isn't Cairo, amigo! You
can't leave the door propped open!

Just put up a sign that says,
"Rob me. I'm a clove-smoking...

Turkish-coffee-drinking moron!"

55-David, 10-13! Shots fired!

Inside Ahmed's Check
Cashing, 98 and 2!

Bitch!

We gotta get out! Let's go!

Get us some help!

Break your holster
lock. Go slow.

Take cover. Don't run into it.

Figure out what's going on,
then we'll decide what to do.

- You listening to me?
- Yeah. Go slow. I got you.

- Please.
- Shut the hell up!

I got a woman!

Don't hurt me, please.

- Shut the hell up!
- You okay?

- It's locked!
- A buzzer. It's a buzzer.

It's under the table.

55-Charlie, 10-84 at the scene.

Davis!

Candy! Get down! Get down!

Three white males, heavily
armed. They have a hostage.

Get out!

- Get out! Get out!
- He's got a gun.

- Forget the girl! Forget the girl!
- Don't hurt me!

Get in! Get in!

Come on, man.

Perpetrators headed
north on 98 in a cab.

They no longer have a hostage.

It's okay. You're okay now.

You okay?

Help! Please!
They shot my father!

55-David. Two people shot.
We need a bus with a rush.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

- Thanks.
- I told him to go to the police.

Think he will?

No.

An innocent man died,
Bobby. You gotta turn him in.

He's off drugs. He's got a job. I
never seen him trying so hard.

He blew it. You've been busting
your ass trying to help him.

I would've laid down in
front of a train for him...

he would've done
the same for me.

All units in 55, 98 at 2.

Police on the scene.
Multiple gunshot victims.

He's my brother, Kim. I
love him. I can't turn him in.

- Out of the way! Out of the way!
- Get out of the way!

Move! Get your hands
where I can see them!

There's only one in there!

- Candy!
- Got you.

- Anybody see the others?
- Down there. By those houses!

- Together?
- Yeah, they had guns.

- Bosco.
- Let's get them!

Davis! Take this!

Take this. Keep an eye on that
guy! Don't let anyone near the cab!

Come on, Sully! - Let's go!

Damn it.

55-Charlie. We're
between 87 and 88 at 2.

We got one in custody,
two on foot in the rear yards.

Son of a bitch!

We got two shot inside.

- What about her?
- She's all right. She's in shock.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.

Damn.

Please hurry! It's my father!

They didn't have to shoot!
He was helping them.

Sir, can you hear me?

He's breathing.
Let's get him on O2.

Abdominal wound.

- Good bilateral breath.
- Check his back.

Rolling in one, two, three.

- Oh, God! DOC:
There's the exit wound.

There we go.

- Distended. Probably his spleen.
- Decreased breath sounds on the left.

- Too low for pneumo.
- Lungs are lower than you think.

He needs volume
and rapid transport.

Put a C-collar on,
we'll start IV en route.

Tracheal shift to the
right. Dilated neck veins.

We got a tension pneumo.

- Second intercostal space.
- I know where it is.

There you go.

Oh, God.

Got it. All right.

Get inside. It's still dangerous.
Davis, get these people back.

There are men out here
with guns. Get back right now!

- Inside.
- Back it up.

Oh, man!

Anything?

- No, his brains are
all over the dashboard.

Secure the cab,
it's a crime scene.

Officers are in pursuit a block away.
Davis, our partners are out there!

No heart or breath sounds.

- CPR?
- No, that's it. This guy's dead.

Damn it!

Bosco?

Sully, where are you?

Headed toward Second. Bosco
and Candy are in the backyard.

We're heading up the alley.

Go. I got you covered.

You got them?

Got them. Sully,
they're coming your way.

Got it. I'll find a
corner to sit down in.

55-Charlie, what's
your location?

This is 55-Charlie. I'm in
the alley between 82 and 83.

Back of the garages. Perps
should be headed toward me.

Hey, what's going on?

Get inside. Inside!

Come on.

Bosco.

- Where'd they go?
- I don't know.

Not this way.

Crap!

- Where are you going?
- We passed them. They're behind us.

Ugh. I'm getting
too old for this crap.

Bosco, where are you?

- Third yard from Second. YOKAS:
We're in the alley. Got them?

We lost them somewhere in here.

Sully's got Second.
Hold down the alley.

Last time I saw them
was two yards ago.

Come on, go, go.

Faith. The yard with the pool.

Davis, get back!

Damn.

I'm bleeding. He shot me.

Candy, stay down!

Grab his arms.

55-David to Central, 10-13!

We have a police officer
down. Back of 260 and 83.

We need a bus! Go
find the paramedics!

How bad is it? Is it bad?

Down here! Come on down here!

- They're coming.
- Help Bos.

- You see him?
- No.

- He's inside.
- He go out the front?

Don't think so.
Units are out front.

The bastard's in here somewhere.
Anybody come out front?

Negative. Front's secure.

Help me.

Help me.

Please help me.

Should we help him?

Let the bastard die.

The end of the alley.
Be careful at the corner.

We got it.

- Leg's losing a lot of blood.
- I don't feel good, man.

Yokas, get his leg
up. Hang in there.

- Hit the femoral artery.
- Trauma dressing, 6" gauze.

No distal pulse. Foot's cold.

- I'm bleeding to death, aren't I?
- No. You got a lot of blood to spare.

More pressure. More pressure.
He needs manual pressure.

- Sully, get over here.
- Oh, God.

Don't worry, I got you.

All right.

Let's go, let's go.

Sully. BOBBY: Hold on.

- Yokas, anybody else?
- Yeah, one of the shooters.

- Where is he?
- Out there.

- Is it safe out there?
- One of the guys is still in the house.

- Bosco!
- What?

- That guy need help?
- What?

- Does your guy need help?
- No!

He's dead?

Please help me.

Yeah, he's dead!

Screw him.

Here they come.

He go through the back?

Yeah. He's wounded but
he's still moving pretty well.

- Only the one?
- Yeah.

- Where was he hit?
- Shoulder. Guy's carrying an Uzi.

- Where you need us?
- We got it.

He's our guy. We chased
them over half the borough.

This is what we're trained for.
You've been shot at enough.

Bastards, think they're the only
ones with any balls on the force.

- They got that bastard?
- ESU just went in.

- I hope they tear him up good.
- Damn, Candy, you're a load.

Somebody's gotta tell Denny.
- I'll call.

- One, two three.
- Tell her I'm okay, and bring the kids.

Don't bring them
to her damn sister's.

I'm gonna stay.
Bring back of the bus.

- Sully, you coming? Let's go.
- If there's room.

Hang in there, Candy.

ESU just went
in for the last guy.

What was that?

ESU's in there.

- What happened?
- They got him.

- Any of ours hurt?
- No, I don't think so.

- They need us?
- Better ask the sergeant.

- Need us in there?
- No, paramedics came from the street side.

- All right. MEDIC: Bobby,
this one's still got a pulse.

He's breathing. Oral airway.

Check a rhythm.

- You said he was dead.
- He looked dead to me.

Asystole. Start CPR.

We gotta get him to the
bus. Hand me that backboard.

Hand me the damn backboard!

On my count, we roll
him. Slide that under him.

You ready? One, two, three.

Right.

Get him on. Come on.

Decreased distal pulse,
right leg. 02, 10 liters by mask.

- Candyman?
- Yeah, shot his legs up pretty good.

How about those people from
inside the check-cashing joint?

The owner's the worst off.
They've got him in surgery.

You all right?

No, this is all Candy.

- Did they catch the guys?
- Yeah.

Would you guys excuse
me? I gotta go, uh...

- I gotta go call Candy's wife.
- Yeah.

They've got sinks in the lounge.
You want to clean up first?

Thanks.

We'll be doing paperwork
for about a year.

No doubt.

It didn't jam.

My automatic. I
always figured it would.

We go to the range once a week.
You treat it better than your girlfriends.

Still, you always
wonder, you know.

Excuse me, guys.

- Huh.
- What?

Not a scratch on it.

- It was parked around the corner.
- Just doesn't seem right.

Doesn't seem like anything
should be right today.

How's your arm?

Stopped bleeding. It
doesn't hurt anymore.

- You should get it looked at.
- Sure.

- Come get me if there's a call.
- Sure.

- Mom.
- What's he done?

- What happened?
- The police came looking for him.

- Two detectives. They wouldn't say why.
- What did you tell them?

What's he done?

Mikey and some guy robbed a
liquor store. Matty was driving.

- Was Matty hurt?
- No.

Mom, did you tell the cops
Matty's staying with me?

Yes. I told you I
can't do this anymore.

Mom, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Mom.

- That Candyman's wife?
- Yeah.

Denise. You want to meet her?

No. Thanks.

Anything new?

They got him in surgery
repairing the artery.

I froze up out there.

Not that I saw.

When the shooting started
and we were behind that car...

everything was in slow
motion, I couldn't move.

- Davis, those guys had automatic weapons.
- I was scared, Sully.

- I was too scared.
- We all were.

Not Bosco. He was fearless,
running around like a madman.

He is a madman.
He's stupid to boot.

Some guys think they're invincible,
and they believe that until they get shot.

Then they all end up with a
stupid-ass look on their faces...

like there's been some
kind of terrible mistake.

You know, Candyman
saved my life.

He was yelling at me to get
down. That's when the guy shot him.

That's what happened out there?

You know, just because he's
dirty doesn't mean he's a coward.

Doesn't even mean
he's not a good cop.

People on his beat love him.

He knows their names, their kids'
names. He coaches Little League.

He's got a great wife and
children that adore him.

You talking about
my dad right now?

No.

But you can think
that if you want to.

When you put that uniform
on, you're not black anymore.

Or white, or yellow, or
brown, or red. You're blue.

A man saved your life today.

I don't expect you to admire
him or condone his behavior.

But he was out there
risking his life for you.

He didn't do it because he knows
you or he owes you anything.

He did it because you
were wearing the uniform.

I don't think I can explain
it any better than that.

Keep getting the machine.

- You expect him to answer?
- Damn it!

You wanted him
to turn himself in.

- How's your mom doing?
- Not good.

Don't know what
I'd do if it was Joey.

Joey's six.

- When he gets older.
- Can we not talk?

- What do I tell cap?
- I don't care.

- You want me to come in?
- No, thanks.

I'll be home later.

The police were here looking
for your brother. He in trouble?

- They find him?
- No, said nobody answered.

Asked me if I'd seen him. They
told me to call if I saw either of you.

Matty!

Matty!

Matty!

Hey, what do you got?

Bumsicle. AMS found
him out on a grate on Fifth.

Must have been drunk and
thought it was a heating vent.

It wasn't?

It was an air-conditioning intake.
- Mm.

Take him to booth seven.
Get a core temp. Come on.

- What time are you off?
- Uh, 11, 11:30.

I'll be off by midnight. You
want to swing by and pick me up?

- Sure. That'd be great.
- Okay. Great.

- Uh...?
- What?

- "What?"
- Oh, you can't be serious.

Damn straight I'm serious.
I told you I was interested.

So what? Now we're in the
eighth grade and you called dibs?

"Dibs"? What the hell is "dibs"?

- What year were you born?
- Seventy-seven.

You really are an infant.

There's no glass in
there. You were lucky.

A couple stitches, update your
tetanus, and you'll be on your way home.

It's hard to feel lucky today.

Get a suture kit and
one percent lidocaine.

Any news on Candyman?

He's doing great. So is the store
owner, they're up in Recovery.

- How about the two other guys?
- The gunmen?

Guy with the shoulder wound
went to surgery. He'll stand trial.

There was another
one with a chest wound?

We got his heart going a couple
times, but he'd lost too much blood.

- Is that bad news?
- No.

We were thinking he'd make it.

Sorry.

Matty.

Matty!

Matty!

- You alone?
- Yeah.

- You got the money?
- You weren't at the apartment.

Mom called.

You talked to Mom?

The machine picked up. She said
the police were at her house so I split.

How did you find me?

When things were bad when we
were kids you used to come out here.

We had some great times
here. Remember Mike's dad?

Had that old GTO. We'd
bring it out when it was snowing.

Tear around, spinning
doughnuts, holding onto the hood.

And Danny...

he smoked too much of that nasty
weed that Kenny Dolan always had around.

He couldn't hang on. He ended up flying
off and slamming right into a lamp post.

Broke a leg and a couple
of ribs. Matty, you okay?

Mike's dad was so pissed off he
beat him half to death with a chair.

He chased me down Avenue
C with a tire iron in the snow.

Me with no shoes on.

What a Hallmark moment.

I haven't thought
about that in years.

Matty, are you high?

Right.

So what?

So the hell what?

With everything going on, who gives a damn
if I get high and make myself feel better?

Come on. Let's go.

- Go where?
- ATM.

Whatever the bank
lets me have is yours.

- You have a visitor in roll call.
- Visitor?

She's family, so I let her wait in
there away from the crap out front.

Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- There was a shootout today?
- Yeah.

- Was Ty there?
- He's okay.

He came to see me today.

Wanted to know
about his father...

if he was honest...

if he was a good man.

What did you tell him?

That his father wasn't
perfect but that he loved him...

- very much.
- Sounds like a good answer.

- Didn't seem to satisfy him.
- He's 22 years old, Maggie.

Not much satisfies
him right now.

I spent most of those 22
years trying to keep him safe...

making sure he knew
right from wrong...

making sure nobody hurt
him, that he didn't hurt himself.

He's a grown man now,
Maggie. Can't protect him forever.

If something happens to Ty...

Oh, no. Come on.

Shh.

You get some cash?

Five hundred.

Five hundred?

Can you handle that? I don't wanna
mess you up with rent, utilities...

Yeah, I can handle it.

You know where we are?

Ninety-fifth and Arthur.

You know what's back there?

Fifty-fifth precinct.

- Why, you're gonna turn me in?
- No.

No, but this is the end of it.

I can't do this anymore.

You're gonna get out of my
car and walk across that street.

When you get there, if you turn
right, you walk into that precinct...

I'll spend every dime I got to
get you the best lawyer I can find.

If you end up doing time, I'll be there to
make sure you got everything you need.

The day you get out, I'll be parked
out front waiting to bring you home.

If you don't...

If you cross that street and
you go left, I'm through with you.

I never want to see you again.

I don't want you to
call or come by ever.

You'll be dead to me.

I won't have a brother.

That's it.

That's the deal.

- Hey, Bobby...
- Get out of my car, Matty.

- Maybe I could see the lawyer first.
- Get out of my car.

Bobby. Bobby. Bobby!

Can I help you?

Uh...

I'm Ty Davis. I work with
your husband down at the 55.

- I don't know if he mentioned me.
- I don't believe he has.

At least I don't remember.

He hasn't really been awake since
they brought him back from surgery.

- But everything's gonna be okay?
- So they say.

- What's your name again?
- Davis. Ty Davis.

We, uh... We took up a collection,
I was supposed to buy something...

but I figured the cash
would come in handy...

so you can get
what you need with it.

I better get going.

Um, when he comes
around, tell him I said thanks.

For what?

He'll know.

You should come back
and tell him yourself.

- We gonna talk?
- I'm tired. I want to go home.

He tried to kill us.

Yeah. I was there.

- So?
- We're alive. He's dead.

What do you want me to say?

Huh? "I'm sorry"?

I'm not.

- Is that all you can see?
- We saved taxpayers a lifetime of meals...

medical costs and guards to
watch his sorry ass. And for what?

So he can punch out license
plates and lift weights for 50 years?

We did everybody a
favor, him included.

You let a man
bleed to death today.

Let me ask you
something. If he'd shot us...

you think he'd lose sleep worrying
about us bleeding to death?

We're supposed to be different.

We didn't rob a
check-cashing store...

with automatic weapons
and kill everybody we ran into.

No, but you let a man die
when you could've saved him.

And you're right.

Under similar circumstances, he
would've done the same exact thing to you.

Congratulations, Bosco. Today you
and that animal were exactly alike.

No, Mom.

Yeah. I appreciate that.

How long do you
think it will take?

All right.

I'll come by tomorrow then.

Yeah. Thank you.

- He didn't go.
- Oh, Bobby.

- He didn't go.
- I'm sorry.

Did you really think he would?

- I'm sorry.
- No, no. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

He didn't go.

It's okay.