Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 6, Episode 13 - The Other 'L' Word - full transcript

Previously on "Third Watch."

I could've died today, Carlos.

You want to pretend that
we're 21 and it's just about sex.

Well, I don't have time for
someone who just wants sex.

- 'Not anymore.' - Levine!

'Captain Finney'

I wanted you to see the
gravity of your situation

as it relates to the murder of
Officer Tyrone Davis, Senior.

I suggest you turn yourself
in to your police department

and bring a lawyer.

I'm having a bunch of
tests done this afternoon.



My release date's up to the neurologist.

Maybe you can help me with this one.

Steven Brett?

Steven is not Steven?

Not according to the
real Steven Brett's wife.

Yeah. It looks like identity theft.

Mystery man's name is Raymond Guay.

Detective Rice, assigned to the JTTF.

- Which means?
- Joint Terrorism Task Force.

- Terrorism, huh? - Mm.

Where's Raymond Guay?

He's, uh, he's in a coma, at Mercy.

Two men just got into your guy's room!

Hey! Hey, stop.



Hey.

Allah hu Akbar.

No!

I wanted to tell you I'm proud of you

and that I love you.

Wait. What'd you say?

He said I love you.

What are you talking about?

He's never said that before.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

He was working on his car.

What are you doing, man?

My sister and little brother
shouldn't have to pay.

Get up!

What is that?

It's radiation burns.

'He's contaminated.'

'Allah hu Akbar. Allah hu Akbar.'

If it's radiation, I need to know

how long ago you were exposed.

Allah hu Akbar.

Stupid son of a bitch.

Allah hu Akbar.

- He has what?
- Could be radiation poisoning.

Is anyone else in danger?

Well, we don't know exactly
what it is we're dealing with here.

We need to contact the morgue.

Tell them to have HazMat
take a really good look

at the guy who jumped from the roof.

- He's contaminated too?
- They were together.

EMS is on the way for the guy upstairs.

- What did you tell them?
- That we have a sick prisoner.

You didn't mention radiation?

I'm not even sure if that's what it is.

And I do not want to cause
an unnecessary panic.

HazMat is on the way.

HazMat is gonna overrun my precinct

and that's not gonna cause a panic?

- You got a sick prisoner?
- Yeah. In interrogation.

- What's wrong with him?
- We're not certain.

- That's a weird ring tone.
- It's not my cell phone.

- It's a rad dosimeter. - What?

Two rems.

- Radiation? - One rem.

It's going back up. Two, three..

Wait. It's three and it's getting stronger?

I got five. What the hell is going on here?

Is it still on him?

Lift your shirt!

Lift your shirt, you sick son of a bitch!

Lift your shirt.

Lift your shirt. I'm
not gonna say it again.

I'm not playing with you. Lift your shirt.

Allah hu Akbar.

- Here. - No. No. Don't hand it to me.

Throw it on the floor!
Throw it on the floor!

- 'What is it?' - 'I have no idea.'

'But whatever it is, it's
making these things go crazy.'

'Fifty rems.'

We have to evacuate
this building immediately!

- Move, move, move.
- Whoa, Cruz. Nice Shirt.

We got to evacuate, get everybody

out of here right now.

Alright, listen up, we're gonna evacuate

the station house. I want
all civilians outside now!

Put any suspects into the prisoner vans.

'We'll set up in the
firehouse across the street.'

'Let's do it quickly, but don't panic!'

Look, is there something
else I should be doing?

Because that stuff
was all over me. It was..

Uh, you've already washed
up, changed your shirt.

I don't think there's
anything else you can do.

How the hell could you not tell
us this guy was contaminated?

We didn't know for sure.

His teeth were falling out onto the table.

You thought it was a cold?

You know, it's a delicate situation here.

So are my testicles.

I might want to have a family one day.

Yeah, well, if we don't stop guys like this

you may never see a one day.

Your testicles.

Alright, it's clear. You can bring him out.

- About time.
- But do not transport him yet.

I have protocols to follow.

He is not leaving this area

until we find out exactly
what is going on here.

- He might die. - He is a prisoner.

And he is not cleared to leave, sergeant.

- Yes, sir. - I'll be across the street.

This guy wouldn't worry about you.

So what?

I am not getting in the bus with this guy.

You need to be checked
out too, Carlos. All of us do.

We were all exposed.

Gee, you think that's
why they don't want us

across the street with them?

Believe me, we're better off.

Big screen, fully-stocked kitchen, beds.

This is work?

No, work is being on the third floor

of a burning building.

What fat ass cop ate the
last of the coffee cake?

- Uh-oh. - 'What did you say?'

- 'You heard me.'
- Got a thing for coffee cake.

- Fat ass? - He didn't mean it.

- Did you, DK? - Nah. Nah.

He's skinny. He's practically a skeleton.

Yeah? Why don't we talk about
your stupid coffee cake outside?

- Oh, let's go. Let's go. - Sullivan.

These guys could have
let us stand outside all night.

That means I gotta listen to his crap?

'Whoa! You got DVDs?'

Clean yourself off.

You want to go down there?

- Brendan? - What?

You want me to take you to the morgue?

No. I need to stay with my mother

Alright. Give me your
radio. I'll sign you out.

Davis, thanks for, uh..

You know, thanks.

Yeah.

- I can't believe this.
- We have to get moving.

I'm gonna talk to a
lawyer about suing them.

It's been almost an hour.

They can't just call us
into something like that

and not tell us what they think it is.

We're supposed to sit
out here and let him die?

They got some responsibility in that.

You know, this guy wasn't
carrying that package

around for nothing. I mean, he's a mule.

He was supposed to deliver it somewhere.

Yeah. So why didn't he?

Apparently, killing Raymond
Guay became the priority.

What could he know that
would make him so important

that they would divert
what they were carrying?

When he wakes up, we'll ask him.

Something's not right.

Something doesn't fit.

You didn't need to jump in.

You needed help.

I should have searched him better.

I was with you.

You know, he's about to check out.

Good. Let him die.

We need someone to tell
us which way to go next.

I mean, these things involve
more than two or three people.

If they're making open deliveries like that

this plan is in motion.

No one likes that stuff
sitting around them.

We confirmed. The package is radiological.

'But it's contained. It's not airborne.'

So then everyone can go back to the house?

No, not yet, we're not equipped

to handle this radioactive stuff.

We have a DOE team on its
way. They're about 40 minutes out.

What about the patient?

If it's contained, can we
take him to the hospital?

Let your lieutenant know.

- Rick, help me! - Don't be a fool.

- You can't get away. - But, Rick, hide me.

Do something. You must
help me! Rick! Do something..

'Do you know how easy my job would be'

if the perp was always the twisted guy

with the creepy voice?

- You got any chips? - No.

In that whole kitchen?

Yeah. In the whole kitchen.

What's a movie without any snacks?

The team from the Department of Energy's

en route. ETA, 40 minutes.

'Okay, call me buckethead one more time.'

- 'How about bucket boy?'
- Come on, Sully. Knock it off.

We need to take our
patient to the hospital.

I do not want a contaminated
guy moving all around this city.

I'm sorry, lieutenant,
our protocol is to take

an exposed patient to
the hospital right away

and it's been almost an hour,
and your cops need to go too.

- Cruz and that other guy.
- Yeah, but we're-we're busy.

They have to be screened.

You had bodily fluids all over you.

Alright, go.

- But we got... - Now.

Who is this?

Uh, Maroon 5.

- They're good. - Uh-huh.

It's catchy.

What?

Nobody ever says catchy.

What do they say?

Uh, tight, hot, a hundred other things.

But never catchy.

Okay.

It's tight.

You know, you should
probably go with catchy.

Okay, come to mama.

You picked them all up for three fives?

No. I picked them all up
because of the possibilities.

Oh.

I'm out.

Do I ever beat you at this anymore?

- You hold too many cards.
- That's how you get the points.

'Captain Cathal Finney was found dead'

'earlier this evening at
his Douglaston home.'

'A department spokesman says that'

'foul play is not suspected.'

'In other police news,
we're getting reports'

'that the 55th precinct has
been evacuated at this hour.'

'We have no details yet
as to why, but when we do..'

What does that mean?

That means I'm glad
I'm not working tonight.

It's your deal.

- What do you know about this?
- What do you mean?

How long was this guy exposed?

I don't know.

How bad is he?

There's really nothing we can do.

Looks like everything's failing.

It's for the fluids.

I don't think he's into your assistance.

Look, I just want to give you something

to make you more
comfortable. It's for the pain.

- I don't know what that means.
- He's not talking to you.

Do you understand his language?

I don't have to, he's not gonna let you

'give him anything for the pain.'

He's afraid we'll question
him once he's loopy.

You're dying.

As much as you're suffering

don't you want someone to know why?

Don't you want your voice to be heard?

- Shut it down, Carlos. - What?

We don't need the sirens.

So long enough to be fatal.

Apparently.

Should we take him inside?

We probably shouldn't take a chance on

contaminating everyone in the hospital.

Now, you're concerned about contamination?

I never said I wasn't concerned.

Carlos.

Holly, stay the hell away from me.

Okay, sorry.

No, that's not... Holly, I
didn't mean it that way. That's..

You shouldn't touch her now anyway.

Call her.

Hey, I'm awake.

- I'm awake. - Mr. Boscorelli.

Uh, Officer. Please, Officer Boscorelli.

Officer, I'm sorry I'm so late.

Not a problem.

I had an emergency.

It's alright.

How are you feeling tonight?

That depends on what
you're about to tell me.

I have your electromyogram

and nerve conduction studies.

- I had all that done?
- Oh, yeah. And then some.

I was worried about
that last test, you know?

I didn't study for it or anything.

You did fine. Everything's in order.

Really?

Your recovery is going remarkably well.

So I can go home?

I'm gonna fill out the order
and you can leave tomorrow.

And when can I get back to work?

Work.

Work... w-when?

Well, there are still a good many

long-term neurological problems

that we aren't gonna
know about for some time.

Just going home is a major victory.

Hey, come on, doc. Help me out here.

A little positive thinking?

Um... you have progressed faster

than I would have guessed.

There you go. See? Good.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Definitely. You better get here early.

I'm not staying a minute
longer than I have to.

- Get some sleep. - 'Alright. Thank you.'

The hell with sleep.

Faith?

What are you doing tomorrow?

Dr. Fields? Can we see you for a moment?

Yeah. I have..

Sure.

We need four radiation screens.

Radiation?

We had exposure to a radiological substance

of 50 rems, about an hour duration

for Detective Rice and Sergeant Cruz

a little less for me and Carlos.

Everyone's alert and no apparent symptoms.

Trauma Two and Three.

Emma, I need blood, uh, full chem panel

'all four of them right away and I want it'

'walked through the lab.'

- You got it. - Dr. Fields?

Uh, I have a DOA on the bus.

- You do? - He is a PD prisoner.

He died on the way over here.

And whatever we were exposed to

he's the source.

I have to call in other agencies.

I'm not trying to hide anything.

I'll get your blood work done.

Thanks.

'Any news?'

Did you get into another fight?

Between FDNY bitching about the coffee cake

and Jelly trying to talk
'em into giving up their chips

I'd rather be out here.

It should be over soon.

Never thought I'd want to get back

into that crappy old building so bad.

You guys had to evacuate?

Cruz and a detective from the JTTF

brought in a contaminated prisoner.

I thought I was having a weird day.

'Yeah?'

- Yeah. C.T. Finney's dead. - What?

He died in his garage.
He was working on his car.

- Working on his car?
- Yeah. I'm gonna go park.

Davis.

Here they are. Sully.

All clear, lieu.

Alright, thanks.

Let everybody know we're going home.

Great.

So what are you testing for?

Dr. Fields will write the order

but pretty much everything.

Alright.

- Here we go. - Ooh! You're a looker.

There's two types of people.

Some people watch the
needle, some look away.

I've never been much for looking away.

That'll do it. Hold that.

- Okay. - Okay.

Sit tight.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

Thank you. Thank you.

So why do you do this?

The task force.

Well, there's a thousand
terrorists working real hard

in this country every day
trying to find ways to kill us.

I woke up on 9/11..

And I knew that for me..

Fighting them was
the only thing worthwhile

in law enforcement anymore.

There's other crimes.

Yeah, but if these guys win,
who cares about a robbery?

- They won't. - Yeah.

Well, so far, we've been lucky.

I mean, if Raymond
Guay didn't happen to get

himself blown up today..

This substance might
have been delivered.

Maybe there'd be a dirty bomb

being put together right now.

I call that lucky.

Raymond Guay.

You said we didn't have any leads.

We still have him.

In a coma.

People come out of a coma.

No. Let's go. Let's go check.

Maybe we... maybe we get lucky.

What about waiting?

I've, uh, never been much for..

Sitting tight either.

No cell phones, Nieto.

That's staff only.

You can use the phone in the medic lounge.

It's an important call.

As soon as I take your blood,
you can go to the lounge.

How would you like it if
your boyfriend was trying

to call and explain some misunderstanding

but some heartless nurse
wouldn't let him use the phone?

Don't have a boyfriend.

Well, maybe it's your attitude.

Emma, he is not gonna shut up.

Use the cell phone, Nieto.

Make it fast.

Should be a uniform.

Was Raymond Guay moved?

- An hour ago. - To where?

The morgue.

See? And now we have nothing.

Holly, look, if you get this message..

Call me right away. I might
have been exposed to something.

And-and I was only trying to protect you.

I didn't..

Look, just call me, Holly, please.

She'll understand.

It just came at a bad time.

Misunderstandings always do.

You heard anything on the blood tests yet?

It's gonna be a while, they're sending

a HazMat team for the guy in the bus.

- Who-who called HazMat? - The hospital.

I need a phone.

- Are you out of your mind?
- Look, boss, I didn't know..

Three terrorist suspects.

- Not one phone call. - Three?

The man who jumped off
the roof of this hospital today

had cesium taped under
his arm. You knew that, right?

I only told the morgue to check...

Do you think you're alone out here?

- No. I notified the feds.
- Did not notify me.

It's been a really confusing day.

Yeah? Well, how is this for clarity?

Go back to the office immediately.

See, we had a chance to
stop a major threat here, Rice.

Now, we're back at square one.

If an attack occurs..

It's at your door.

A thousand terrorists..

And it's at my door.

How's that for luck?

- My deepest sympathies. - Thank you.

Marion, I am so sorry.

Thank you for coming, deputy.

'Such a tragic accident.'

He would be honored that
you took the time to stop by.

He was a good cop, Cathal, and a great man.

We're all gonna miss him.

You should be very
proud of your father, son.

- I am. - Good.

Who is he?

Deputy Chief McInerney.
He and your father were close.

Oh, yeah?

He was your father's direct superior.

That doesn't make them close.

Davis.

- You didn't have to come.
- It was in the paper.

My mom knows we're partners.

If I didn't show up, she'd
start asking questions, so..

- What? So she doesn't know? - No.

She made this.

Oh, here.

I keep getting this
feeling everybody knows.

Of course, they know.

Brendan, the man was
working on his car in a suit.

These are professional police officers.

It doesn't matter that they know.

This is..

This is what they do.

They all showed up at my
house too. I was seven years old.

But I could still see them

whispering to each other, looking at us.

They all knew my dad had another family.

They knew he was taking money.

I'm sure some of them
knew the guys that killed him

were right there in the room.

'Nobody says anything.'

'If the story's at all plausible,
makes 'em look good'

they all go with it.

It's what they do.

I gotta go. I gotta go to work.

- 'Hey, boss.' - 'Hey.'

You gonna be my driver today?

With that task force guy?

Nah. That's over.

So, uh, you're okay, right?

I mean, the radiation was all cool?

Yeah. The blood test looked alright

but they got to monitor
us for a little while.

You guys figure out what was going on?

'No.'

So you're just gonna let it go?

Hey, how about you just not
ask me anymore questions?

- Sorry. - Let's go.

There's a purse-snatch pattern
on 5th Avenue I wanna work.

Let's go.

Yes, ma'am.

Leave it.

- I'm ready. I'm ready.
- You should wear the sweater.

- Ma. - It's cold outside, honey.

I wanna feel the air.

Well, I don't want you to catch a cold.

She's right.

Oh, ma, this is Dr. Lane,
my brain specialist.

Well, thank you so much for
taking such good care of him.

Oh, he did most of it.

He's, uh, he's an excellent patient.

Now, listen to your mother.
You should avoid infection.

- Wear the sweater. - Alright. Alright.

I've got a little bit of paperwork to do

and then you can go.
Should be half an hour.

- Good. - Mmm.

- Thanks, doc. - Mm-hmm.

- She's so pretty. - Mm-hmm.

I noticed she didn't
have a ring on her finger.

- No kidding? - No.

'So how close are we to being ready?'

I'm ready.

I-I've been ready.

- I'm sorry, Em. - Bosco, it's okay.

'I was just..'

I was just surprised, mom.

It's okay, sweetie.

I'm sorry.

Rose, this is my daughter
Emily. Emily, this is Bosco's mom.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, too.

Thank you both so much
for coming here today.

How're you doing, Bosco?

'I'm good.'

'I'm fixing this bandage.'

Alright. We'll just wait out here for you.

'Yeah.'

Grace.

I'm so sorry, Brendan.

Well, how-how'd you find out about this?

I read it in the papers.

The police station gave me your address.

Um, would you rather I-I didn't?

Oh, no, no, no. I'm glad you came.

I didn't bring anything.

We're never gonna eat all this.

Is... is there anything I can do?

No. No, you're doing it.

Thanks for comin'.

Story's all over the papers today.

Yup.

Imagine accidentally dying right before

you're supposed to turn
yourself in for a murder.

Don't, don't do this, Sul.

- I'm just saying... - Don't.

- You must see the irony. - Don't!

Can you tell the boss I'm
gonna be a few minutes late?

Yeah.

Sorry I can't stay any longer.

No, go to work. I mean, we're good.

Are you?

Yeah. Come on, I'm a tough guy, remember?

I remember.

Your mother's sweet.

- She liked you. - Hmm.

Well, I have an effect on mothers.

Is that right?

So I'm told.

I bet my father would have liked you.

Brenden..

You know, the truth is, I don't
know if he would have liked you

or not 'cause I didn't really know him.

We talked all the time, had
a thousand meals together

family vacations.

We spent hours together and I had no idea

who he really was, you know?

It'll come to you.

What?

I haven't seen my mother in years.

When I first moved out

I couldn't think of one
single thing I knew about her.

Didn't have one happy memory.

But after a while

I got far enough away from the pain

to see the good things, you know?

Give it time, Brendan. It'll come to you.

I'm sure you know him better
than you think you do right now.

You're a lot smarter than me, Grace.

Don't forget it.

Alright.

- Ready when you are. - Alright.

I don't need that thing.

Ah, hospital procedure.

Well, it's not happening.
I'm not getting in that thing.

Well, we're, uh, we're having
chicken fingers for lunch.

If you're staying, I can order you a plate.

Fine.

Hey, wait, doc.

I just wanted to tell
you I really appreciate

what you've done for me.

Oh. My pleasure, Officer Boscorelli.

Thanks.

Home.

Take me home.

Good luck.

Have a nice life.

- I'll be just one minute. - Alright.

- Emily. - Hmm?

Can you push that elevator button for me?

I'm walking out of here, Faith.

I know you are.

Without any help.

You can have his chicken fingers.

Where'd you park?

Right out front.

That's 5-5 David.

How'd you do that?

What? You think I'm not
gonna go all out for my partner?

Thank you, Faith.

Come on. We got to hurry
up before Swersky finds out.

How about I let you play
with the lights and sirens?

How's that sound?

Out, sunshine. Let's go.

Hey, sarge.

You ever find any family on
that guy from the explosion?

- Which one? - Uh, Steven Brett.

You know, the guy you were looking into?

Uh, that wasn't actually his name.

- It wasn't? - No, why?

I don't know who to notify about his car.

- That's his car?
- Registered to Steven Brett.

It was parked out in front of the cafe.

Okay. Tape this off,
Sully, and get Crime Scene.

Find me Rice.

Tell him we just got lucky.

So what's the emergency?

- Know what this is? - No.

This is Mr. Raymond Guay's car.

- You're kidding?
- It was in front of the cafe.

They towed it here because
there was no one to claim it.

How badly burned is it?

Well, not bad enough to, uh..

To damage this. I
figured out what was wrong.

- What didn't fit. - Yeah?

Raymond Guay's gathering the cesium

from the waste management
runs to give to the mules, okay?

But why didn't the medics' meter things

on their belts go off when they took

him from the explosion to the hospital?

- He should have had it on him. - Yeah.

But he damn sure didn't have the packets on

'cause it would have went crazy.

He didn't even have particles on him.

He never even touched it.

So what if the mules weren't
at the hospital to kill him

but because they were supposed
to deliver the packets to him?

They go to the cafe, find it's blown up.

What do they do? They
don't know what to do.

Because he had the address.

I bet if you run that through

those fancy computers of
yours you're gonna find out

some crazy stuff about who lives there.

You need to contact the morgue.

'We need you to get
some uniforms over there.'

I can't believe she won't even talk to me.

You were pretty rough on her.

You're the one that said to call her.

Have you gone by her place?

No, I, I don't know.

I didn't want to seem, you know, stalkery.

Stalkery? You're dating. You had a fight.

She probably expects you
to at least make an effort.

This is why I like to
leave before they wake up.

You know? Just..

That's-that's real-real nice.

Uh, alright. Look, I'll take you there.

The guy we're gonna want to
get a hold of is the bomb maker.

Explosives expert.

Oh. So they have specialties.

Don't we all?

So what's yours?

That's our ESU team right there.

When the rest of the
task force is in position

we'll move on it.

Five-Crime to ESU one,
stand by for our signal.

'Standing by.'

This was good work.

It was Sully who inventoried
the car. I just kinda..

Wait. That's Abdul Mohammed Fatwah.

Who's he?

He's the expert.

All units, move in!

'Where's Fatwah?'

'Police!'

Where's Fatwah?

'Stairs. Stairs!'

'Guns! We got guns!'

'Go, go, go! Get this door.'

'Let's go.'

- Go, go, go! - Door!

Put down the gun!

You got nowhere to go, Fatwah!

Put down the gun!

You okay?

Did I get him?

Yeah. You got him.

I'm gonna get help.

Five-Crime sergeant to
Central. We got an officer down.

168 and Fotch. Officer down.

Talk to her?

- No. - What happened?

She left me a note on the door.

What does it say?

That I was right and that she's going home.

Home? Where's home?

I don't know, Grace. I don't know.

'Adam 5-5-3, we have a police officer shot'

'at 168 and Fotch.'

You alright?

Fine.

You know, he woke up after 9/11

and-and... wanted to make
sure it never happened again.

All I ever thought about was

why's everyone so surprised?

Of course, bad things happen.

I deal with it every single day.

I wasn't surprised that those guys could

kill thousands of people.

That's what we do to each other.

Do you know that I didn't

receive a single message that day?

I didn't call anyone either.

Well, look, you gotta change that.

You're a beautiful lady.

And I'm pretty sure there's
plenty of papi chulos out...

Don't forget I'm your sergeant.

You guys make a good couple.

You are a lousy matchmaker.

I tried. You, uh, you need
a ride back to the house?

No, I'm cool, I'm just gonna hang out here

'and wait for a while
until he wakes up, and..'

- 'I have my car, so..' - Remember.

There ain't nothing wrong with
a woman making the first move.

Leave.

Yes, ma'am.

Is my husband here?

- 'What's his name?' - Dante Rice.

- He's a police officer.
- 'Yes, he's in there.'

'The doctors are working on him.'

Oh, my God.

He-he's gonna be okay.

- Who are you? - I'm Sergeant Cruz.

I was part of his team,
uh, just, uh, temporarily.

We have a four year old at home.

I don't know what I'm gonna tell him.

Tell him..

His father is a hero.

And that he is..

Definitely..

A lucky man.

He's gonna pull through.

Sergeant Cruz.

Something came up on
your blood test last night.

I know.

- Yeah, but this is... - I
know what the test showed.

- This is advanced. - Very.

- Are you seeking any treatment? - No.

Alright. Now, look, some forms of...

No. Not this one. Okay?

Do I have any sort of privacy rights here?

- Privacy? - Yeah. You can't tell anybody.

- It's confidential, but... - Thanks.

'Dr. Fields, we need you in Five.'