Without a Trace s04e11 Episode Script
Blood Out
- It hurts, man.
It hurts.
- I know, I know.
You're almost there, man.
You'll be fine.
I owe that other dude.
Did I get him? - Smoke that fool? - The cops will tell you.
Duane Harris, 16, GSW to the left leg.
BP, 120l70.
Heart rate, tachy-160.
- Fluids? - One liter saline.
Let's get him into Trauma 2.
I'll leave my report with the duty nurse.
- Nice work out there, partner.
- Yeah, you too.
You know I hate to write.
- You gonna clean the bus? - Yeah.
All right.
Danny.
Jack, I am so sorry about your father.
- What are you doing? - I'm sorry about your I'm sorry, Jack.
- Thanks for the - The deluxe fruit basket.
Yeah, thanks for the fruit basket.
You didn't have to do No, no, no, I did.
I wanted to pay my respects and What do we got going here? A paramedic went missing in the middle of his shift.
His name's Cole Warren.
His partner called it in.
How long were you cleaning the ambulance? No more than 30 minutes.
I came to tell Cole we had another call.
I couldn't find him.
- And he didn't leave word with anyone? - He didn't even finish his paperwork.
I called his apartment, his cell and his girlfriend.
She's a surgical intern.
How about the last call you responded to, what happened? It was a shootout between gangbangers.
Tomb and a Lenox Crew.
Tomb survived, Lenox died.
- Has he ever taken off like this before? - No.
He's a hundred percent reliable.
Even when he's not working, he's working.
Checks up on people after release, springs for fares so relatives can follow.
There's no way he would just go AWOL.
When was the last time you talked to Cole? Yesterday morning.
He spent the night at my place and then we took the subway in together.
- Was that your usual routine? - Three, four times a week.
Do you think that Cole's disappearance could be his way of taking a break from your relationship? No way.
You know the kind of guy you always dream about? Responsible, really listens and good-looking? Yeah.
- That's Cole.
- So everything was perfect? We had had this plan for a while about moving out of the city.
And then two weeks ago, something happened.
Because out of nowhere, he changed his mind.
So, what, chicken and waffles at Suzy's? - You want me to bust out of my scrubs? - Girl, as long as I'm doing the busting.
- Well, Suzy's is always appealing, but - But? - Did you forget? - Forget what? The condo.
We're supposed to go up there tonight.
Oh, yeah, this place we looked at in Rye.
Broker called.
One bedroom is available.
I put a binder down.
- Baby, I thought we were just looking.
- Yeah, but you know how fast they go.
I told them we'd come up there and give our checks for the rest of the deposit.
- What is with that face? - Nothing.
Look, we've been talking about this for months.
Yeah, well, I don't have my share of the money.
- You said you had it.
- I know, but now I don't.
I'm sorry.
I gotta go.
You're not on call.
Baby, look, I just gotta take care of something, all right? I love you.
I'll talk to you later.
He went downstairs to his locker, grabbed his paramedic bag and left.
- Why'd he take the bag? - I don't know.
I mean, I asked him where he went, he didn't say.
All right, what about the condo, how much money are we talking about? - Eight thousand dollars.
- Do you think he really didn't have it? Look, Cole was born and raised in Harlem.
He lived here his whole life, except for when he was in the Army.
I figure he just had cold feet about moving.
Right.
Okay, remind me of Cole's personnel file if I ever get cocky.
- Why? - Paramedic of the Year four citations for valor, evaluations that sound like his mother wrote it.
- All in Harlem? - Yeah.
He's had several opportunities to transfer, refused them all.
Oh, and did I mention he attends church regularly at the Living Brotherhood Ministry? Boy from the 'hood does good.
Yo, Viv, check this out.
He's withdrawn $ 12,000 in the last couple weeks.
That might explain why he didn't have money for the condo.
Yeah, but it doesn't explain why he needed the money.
Could be drugs.
It says here that his mother died of a drug overdose.
Well, family history can be a bitch.
- Thanks.
- Yep.
You understand our deal, right? Yeah.
I talk to y'all in private, and as long as I didn't do nothing to that paramedic, stuff here doesn't connect to my charges.
Exactly.
So you were with Cole the night of your transport to the hospital? The black dude, yeah.
And the white guy was driving.
Who else was there besides the kid you faxed to the morgue? Yo, the murder charge is bogus.
I don't know who shot that fool.
Right.
So it was just you and Cole on that side of the street.
No, there was this other dude came out of nowhere talking crazy, trying to crump me.
He shot me.
I can't believe he shot me.
Okay, be quiet.
The more you talk, the more blood you gonna pump out.
Listen, hold still, I'm trying to keep pressure on this.
- Look at me.
- Am I gonna die? - No, you're not gonna die.
- Hey.
What are you doing, you saving him? - He's a damn murderer.
Let him die.
- Look, you need to step back, okay? - Bleed out, son of a - Hey, hey, hey.
Go home.
Now, this guy that was trying to crump you, did you know him? Never seen him before.
I figure he's just some punk-ass fool from Lenox trying to gain position on a warrior like myself, being incapacitated and all.
Do you think you could use that warrior-like mind to describe him? I owe your boy a solid for saving my life, so, yeah, I can remember him.
Look, this can't be the first time he pissed somebody off because he saved the wrong guy's life.
Let's cover the gang angle.
Look at the paramedic files.
Call the N.
Y.
P.
D.
Gang Division, see if they can help.
Okay.
- Hi.
- Hi.
There's a change.
I didn't know where to send them so I thought I'd bring them here.
Beautiful.
Thank you.
How are you doing? Good, you know? Got a pulse.
You? Some good days, some bad.
Random outbursts help.
Then I'm doing great, because I've had trying to arrange my father's funeral.
Oh, well, after Max's, I'm a bit of an expert, so if you need help Got any pull with a bugler? The military promise you one thing and then next, you have to choose between a tape recording of "Taps" and some guy holding a digital horn.
I think playing "Taps" is out of my league, sorry.
You know, I'd really like you to come.
Of course.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just let me know.
- I will.
- I've got a 10:00.
- Okay.
Thanks for coming in.
- Sure.
Call if you need anything.
- I will.
Thank you.
Okay.
You getting anything off Cole's old reports? Yeah, that being a paramedic in that neighborhood is hell.
Stabbings, shootings, a dozen DOAs a week.
You know the guy that Duane said tried to attack him? - Yeah.
- He's not a gang member.
Then what was his beef with Duane? There was another gang shooting on that block a week ago and one of the bullets killed his daughter.
Mr.
Burnett, we are very sorry for your loss.
Very sorry.
She was watching TV.
And she's dead because I couldn't afford for her to have a safe place to live.
No, it's not your fault, Mr.
Burnett.
It's those gangbangers running around with guns.
Or the paramedic who saves them.
When I heard those shots again I just lost it.
I wanted somebody to pay for Angela's death.
We know you went to the hospital.
We saw you on the security camera.
What were you doing there? I thought that I could give the police a report.
See if the shootings connected up to Angela.
But I didn't see them.
Well, this is the paramedic that you fought with that night.
- Did you see him later? - Yeah.
I was outside the ER.
No, no, no.
I went straight to my shift at the warehouse.
You can check.
- Could you see what was handed to him? - No.
It rolled, but I didn't see it.
The hospital security camera is angled towards the intake ramp.
From this camera, all you get is Cole leaving the ER.
But this is from the parking lot across the street.
I got your guy right here.
Can you get me a pop of the guy inside the car? Good.
Make a picture of that.
- I wanna circulate it.
- Right, done.
Is there any way we can see what he's handing off to Cole? Not from this angle, but there's a second camera in the lot.
I think That's a lot of dough.
What the hell is Cole doing taking money from a gangbanger? Maybe Cole takes money from the Tombs for top service and he lets the Lenox Crew bleed out.
But he didn't even look as if he wanted to take the money.
Maybe he said no, and that's why he's in trouble.
Listen to this.
The guy driving the car is Orlando Davidson.
Drug trafficking and assault.
He's a Crew boss.
One of the leaders of the Tombs.
And guess who he used to run with as teenager? - Cole was a gangbanger? - Yes.
How'd you find out? Well, his juvenile records are sealed, but a cop friend of mine hooked me up.
So have we gotten hold of this Orlando? No.
He's gonna be hard to track.
Viv, what was the name of the church that Cole attends? - Living Brotherhood Ministry.
- Okay, well, six months ago Cole gave a thousand dollars to an anti-gang program they run.
Why not tell his girlfriend that's where the money went? Because he never told his girlfriend about his gang past.
I started the program seven years ago::: after my son was shot walking home from school.
I'm sorry about that, Reverend.
A lot of people lost loved ones.
I'm fortunate to have this as an outlet for the pain.
I understand that Cole helped you fund your work? He gave more than money.
He gave his time.
Men with jobs in this neighborhood gleam like gold.
He's been a great role model.
Did he tell you that he used to run with the Tombs? He didn't like to talk about it much, but, yes, he confided in me.
You think he could have gone back to that life? Absolutely not.
If anything, it was just the opposite.
Good rhythm.
Look at you, Trevor.
You got a natural gift for this, man.
Hey, you really think you can save somebody's life doing this? Two-year-old in a bathtub just last week.
- How that feel? - Oh, man, that felt great.
- Hands up.
- Yo, Lando.
Don't forget, y'all, I'm hooking y'all homies up.
I keep you laced.
Keep doing it, man.
You're looking great.
- What's up, man? - What up, Cole? Chilling, coz, you know, I'm doing my thing.
You really think any of these fools is gonna Lazarus somebody? Well, as you can see, some are catching on.
Look, I was wondering if you could just chill on that for a minute.
It's hard for chest compressors to compete with a phone.
You're starting to make getting in my face a habit.
- You're telling me to leave.
- No.
No, man, I'm just asking for a little space for these boys, that's all.
Yeah, all right.
Show them your stuff.
- Appreciate it.
- I'll catch up with you later, homes.
For sure.
Cole was seen with Orlando last night right before he went missing.
There's a possibility that they're working together.
I don't believe that.
Do you know where I could find Orlando? Somewhere out there on the street.
That's all I can tell you.
Thank you.
Remember that page Cole's girlfriend told us about? - Yeah.
- Okay, I just got his pager records.
Someone called him from a payphone at a store in the middle of Tombs' territory and sent a message.
But it's just four numbers.
Triple-six four.
So I'm thinking maybe some kind of a gang code.
Or slang? I'll tell you what, I'll take the gang files if you'll take the slang.
It's an addendum to the will.
So it's just witnesses, attestation clause, it all looks kosher.
He made this decision the day his doctor told him he had kidney failure.
His lawyer's telling me this is legally binding.
Well, it is, but it doesn't affect the will, it's the funeral.
What funeral? I'm gonna torch him and put him in a jar.
He did have Alzheimer's.
You could find a judge who might rule diminished capacity.
- Bastard just did this to torture me.
- Well, it's working.
- Well, I just want what's right.
- For whom? - Why do you always do this? - Do what? Make an easy answer complicated.
I'm a lawyer.
It goes with the training.
Could you knock it off? Well.
There you go.
There you have it.
I'll do this.
- I'll get back to you.
- Okay, good.
Viv.
- I need your help.
- Okay.
I have gone through all of the gang members in this neighborhood.
I've gone through birthdays, prison numbers, apartment numbers.
None of them match.
I mean, I What am I missing here, you know? If it's some random personal code then we're completely lost.
Okay.
All right, now, what about letters? For example, six would be M-N-O.
M, N and O.
All right, we got a Mike here who's listed as a member of the Tombs.
All right, so that would be six-four Nope.
Not six-four.
What about a Nathan? - Six-two.
- Nope.
Okay, what about a Monique? Okay, six-six Yep, that's it.
Six-six-six-four.
Monique, we know that you paged Cole two weeks ago.
Triple-six four spells out the beginning of your name.
A lot of names start like that.
You're the one that was identified by the clerk at the store, Monique.
He remembered you because you cursed him out for not giving you a cigarette.
They charged a buck 50 for a loosey.
So you were there.
- And you did page Cole.
- Ain't no law against that.
You have beef with Cole? A fight that you wanna take to the next level? - I didn't do nothing to him.
- Did somebody get shot? And that's why you were calling Cole, so he could come over and patch them up? It was a 10-10.
Who got jumped in? My boyfriend, Trevor.
He got beat bad.
- I didn't know who else to call.
- I'm glad you paged me.
- Trevor.
Hey, man, look at me.
- Man, go away.
Nobody told you to come here.
Yeah, well, you let 10 fools beat on you for 10 minutes.
Now you in a gang.
Took it like a man.
Nobody got over on me.
Yeah, but you're smarter than this, Trevor.
This beat-down could have killed you.
- There's a lot of ways out here to die.
- What are you doing? Trevor, we were working this, man.
Why would you come out of the plan now? Talk to me.
I was just playing hoops.
Stole the ball from this guy and he tripped.
I laughed, you know, just messing.
Didn't know he was Lenox Crew.
He swore he'd kill me.
Orlando told me if I joined, the Tombs could protect me.
All right.
Look at me, man.
I got a job, Trevor.
All right? I'm not packing weed I'm not running guns for Orlando so he can get a nice new ride.
- It can happen.
- Out here? On 115th? No.
No.
I need an insurance policy, and you can't be it.
Trev.
Yo, Trev.
No.
No, don't do this.
I ain't got no choice.
Do you know where Trevor is now? No.
I haven't heard from him since yesterday.
His mother is out of town on a job.
I have a key to his place.
I could give it to you.
- Apartment is clear.
- Told you Trevor wasn't here.
You could have found that out without dragging me.
- Is he your boyfriend? Is he? - Yeah.
Because we thought that you'd wanna help us find him.
I understand you're just trying to stay out of trouble, but listen.
Keeping quiet is not gonna help.
You didn't give us the keys to the apartment because you like doing favors for the FBI.
Did you think we were gonna find a body here? Not telling us about a murder or kidnapping makes you an accessory, which means you're gonna go to jail.
It doesn't matter that you're 14.
Do you understand that? So you wanna start over? Okay.
Cole was here last night.
He was looking for Trevor.
I gave you $ 10,000, Lando.
Why not just take it? Because I changed my mind.
Little homey gonna make a real good soldier.
Let his cartoon-watching ass fool you.
Look, come on, man.
I told you what his teachers said.
Only time I've heard the word "potential" used so many times is when they was talking about your skinny ass.
Now, look, man, I'm asking you as a favor.
For old times' sake, don't do this.
Man, why do you keep plucking at them old memory strings? - Waking and baking, yeah, it was cool.
- Yeah, we were like brothers, man.
And that's the word you keep forgetting: Were.
Why do I owe you anything? You jump off and now you come strutting back? Everybody all looking up at you with your fancy equipment.
Well, Trevor, that's my equipment.
So you need to step off.
I can't do that.
Look, Trevor has a chance.
Let him take it.
How does that feel? Your fancy training gonna save you now? Hey, Trev.
Little man.
Cole here wants to rescue you.
You wanna be alone? Fly free on the streets? - Trevor, don't listen to him.
- Shut up.
No.
Then hold this for me.
Gotta go.
Now, show me what you're made of, little man.
That was it.
Orlando left.
- Trevor told me to go too.
- You haven't heard from Trevor since? I was hoping you guys could find him before he did something stupid.
- What do you think happened to Cole? - You know.
Sorry we had to pick you up at your baby's mama's house.
Next time, don't hide behind your lady's skirt, okay, Orlando? - Didn't know y'all was looking for me.
- Well, we were.
Where the hell is Cole? I don't know what you're talking about.
We know you were at Trevor's last night.
Who'd y'all talk to? Crackhead ho Monique? She hallucinates.
We didn't find crackhead ho Monique.
What we did find was a lot of people that were excited about helping us move you to a federal address.
You know, I think you put your boy, Trevor, up to killing Cole.
- You ain't got nothing to say about that? - What you think? Well, if you have nothing to say, then you're free to go.
Because we don't need you.
Come on, go.
- What? - Trevor's 14 years old.
How far do you think a 14-year-old with a dead body's gonna get? - That was good, covering for Monique.
- Thanks.
I don't think we should put this guy back on the street.
Listen, N.
Y.
P.
D.
's gonna trail him, we're good, okay? - I'm telling you.
- We're good.
- Hello.
- Hey.
I got your message, obviously.
- Thanks for coming.
- Yeah, no problem.
Can I get you something? - Yeah.
- It's just water.
Vodka tonic, please.
Thanks.
It's a little early in the day for that, don't you think? Well, you did invite me to a bar.
Well, a good point.
Probably should have ordered one myself.
So have you thought about your father? Well, I'm torn.
Between honoring the last wishes of a crazy old man or giving him the final flying finger.
I know it's stupid.
I did look into it.
And you can overturn his decision if you want.
- Really? - But I wouldn't recommend it, Jack.
Why not? Your dad's dead, Jack.
You have to let go.
Yeah, well, I will certainly take that under advisement.
You know what? I want to I want to apologize for this morning.
- Oh, yeah.
- It was just so out of line.
I have no idea what came over me, I just Look, I don't even think of you that way.
You know what? That did not come out the way I wanted it to come out.
I'm sorry.
I understand.
You know what I mean.
I just It Hang on a sec, I'm sorry.
Yeah.
Okay.
- Gotta go.
- Yep.
I I have to go.
And I'm really sorry about what happened.
And it was really inappropriate for me to do that.
- And now it's over.
- Really? - You know, we could talk about - No.
It doesn't matter.
Okay.
- So we're good? - We are.
Has Orlando called Trevor? He made three calls to the same number the second he left.
He's worried about where the kid dumped the body.
I got the number he called.
I'm just triangulating the location from the signal.
- All right, I got it.
- Where is he? Signal's coming from Edgecomb Hospital, where Cole went missing.
One of the boys from the church.
I recognize him.
Cole brought him on the run with us once.
I haven't seen him since.
- What time did you go back on duty? - A half hour ago.
I was getting equipment ready for the next run.
What's up? I left the door to the bus open, now it's closed.
- Where's Cole? - Hey, man, I don't know.
- Don't shoot, don't shoot.
- Come on out.
Easy.
You were the last person to see Cole alive.
And I know Orlando told you to kill him.
You help us, we'll help you.
Oh, man, I swear, I didn't do nothing.
I didn't kill Cole.
Move out, let's go.
Think this'll keep my blood from splattering? Shut up.
I gotta think.
Right.
Right.
Think.
But not about how you gonna clean up this mess from shooting me but how your life will never be the same if you do this.
I said shut up.
- You're not a killer, Trevor.
- What do you know about me? A killer would have shot me and been at the refrigerator for something to eat.
- I'm warning you.
- I know a killer wouldn't spend time over a dummy practicing to save a life.
What the hell do you know? You got out.
Never made your bone.
Yeah, I did.
I thought killing someone would make me a man too.
We do this thing, man, we in.
Solid gold, homes.
Tombs forever.
So how about him? Orders are: Civilian male.
Show him no mercy.
He it then.
I killed him.
And all he was doing was walking home from school.
Orlando told that story with him doing the shooting.
I know, I let him.
Because the only story I had to tell was how I puked every night.
And how I couldn't get his face out of my head.
And how I could hear his family crying no matter where I was.
Come on, Cole, turn around.
Why? If you shoot me you will see my face every night for the rest of your life whether I turn around or not.
So go ahead, man.
Make your bone.
What if I wanna get out? How can I? Orlando will kill us both.
You let me worry about that.
Let go.
Let go.
It's okay, man.
It's over.
Cole came up with a plan.
A school I could go to, live there, get out that neighborhood.
He was gonna pay for the first year.
- Where is he now? - I don't know.
He told me to come here.
Ask Joe for the key to his place in Tarrytown, go there and wait.
- And he didn't say where he was going? - He said he had to go see somebody.
Stay put.
Watch him.
So we were both right.
This guy's a killer.
- Who turned his life around.
- I just hope it's not too late, Viv.
Okay, bad news.
You know the tail on Orlando? N.
Y.
P.
D.
Lost him.
All right, I checked the records in unsolved murders in Harlem.
The young man who Cole killed? I think this is him.
Reverend Hovis' son.
Reverend, please, you need to talk to us.
So where's Cole? Where is he? - I don't know.
- I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Where is Cole? He came by.
I wish he hadn't.
Cole, what's going on? The FBI was just here.
One of the boys told me Orlando's trying to hurt you.
I know, I crossed him, so now he wants to kill me.
- Well, should I call the police? - No.
Orlando doesn't matter.
Reverend, I came here today because If something does happen to me, I need you to know that - Know what, son? - Don't call me that.
- Okay? - Okay.
Okay.
Calm down, Cole.
Believe me, I've heard the worst of what's in men's souls.
- Anything and I - I killed your son.
What? I shot Miles.
I'm the one that killed him.
- No.
- Look, I came to his funeral and I don't even know why.
But when I heard you preach it just changed me.
I swore that I would try and make up for everything I've ever done - Make up? Make up? You think by stitching up those hoodlums makes up for killing my boy? - No, that's not what I meant.
- Get out of my face.
Get out! Reverend, look, I don't I don't expect your forgiveness.
I gotta catch a bus.
That's the address of where I'll be.
Whatever you need to do.
That was it.
He left.
- I know I should have called you.
- What was the address? Someplace in Tarrytown.
- And nothing happened after Cole left? - No.
Your Bible got knocked over.
Why didn't you pick it up? You know, I've been going to church my whole life and on a normal day there isn't a holy man alive who'd leave his Bible on the floor.
Here.
Take your Bible.
Take it.
Take it.
What did you do to Cole? I gave Orlando the address.
How long ago was this? About an hour ago.
All right, there's the bus.
It must have gotten in early.
Service through to Manhattan will begin boarding in 15 minutes.
And there's Cole and Orlando.
Let's go.
He's got a gun.
Get out of here.
Get out, get out, get out.
Drop the gun, FBI.
Everybody move clear.
- Did you find Trevor? - Everybody's okay.
Orlando, put the weapon down.
No one needs to get hurt.
Come on, Orlando.
It doesn't have to go down like this, coz.
Drop the weapon, Orlando.
Blood out, coz.
This is Agent Delgado, I need an ambulance, please, now.
You're gonna be all right.
- Is Trevor okay? - Trevor's fine.
Don't talk.
L I made plans for him at a school, okay? The mo The money Money Trevor? - You excited about your new school? - No.
Well, you should be.
This is a big opportunity for you.
Cole give this to you? You wanna make him proud of you, don't you? Well, here's your shot to do that, so don't blow it.
Office, cell.
Whatever you need, you call me day or night.
Nobody makes it alone, Trevor.
Nobody.
- Hi.
- Hey.
He looks good.
- You think so? - Yeah.
He would have liked that.
Thank you.
Hope you're happy.
Adapted by:
It hurts.
- I know, I know.
You're almost there, man.
You'll be fine.
I owe that other dude.
Did I get him? - Smoke that fool? - The cops will tell you.
Duane Harris, 16, GSW to the left leg.
BP, 120l70.
Heart rate, tachy-160.
- Fluids? - One liter saline.
Let's get him into Trauma 2.
I'll leave my report with the duty nurse.
- Nice work out there, partner.
- Yeah, you too.
You know I hate to write.
- You gonna clean the bus? - Yeah.
All right.
Danny.
Jack, I am so sorry about your father.
- What are you doing? - I'm sorry about your I'm sorry, Jack.
- Thanks for the - The deluxe fruit basket.
Yeah, thanks for the fruit basket.
You didn't have to do No, no, no, I did.
I wanted to pay my respects and What do we got going here? A paramedic went missing in the middle of his shift.
His name's Cole Warren.
His partner called it in.
How long were you cleaning the ambulance? No more than 30 minutes.
I came to tell Cole we had another call.
I couldn't find him.
- And he didn't leave word with anyone? - He didn't even finish his paperwork.
I called his apartment, his cell and his girlfriend.
She's a surgical intern.
How about the last call you responded to, what happened? It was a shootout between gangbangers.
Tomb and a Lenox Crew.
Tomb survived, Lenox died.
- Has he ever taken off like this before? - No.
He's a hundred percent reliable.
Even when he's not working, he's working.
Checks up on people after release, springs for fares so relatives can follow.
There's no way he would just go AWOL.
When was the last time you talked to Cole? Yesterday morning.
He spent the night at my place and then we took the subway in together.
- Was that your usual routine? - Three, four times a week.
Do you think that Cole's disappearance could be his way of taking a break from your relationship? No way.
You know the kind of guy you always dream about? Responsible, really listens and good-looking? Yeah.
- That's Cole.
- So everything was perfect? We had had this plan for a while about moving out of the city.
And then two weeks ago, something happened.
Because out of nowhere, he changed his mind.
So, what, chicken and waffles at Suzy's? - You want me to bust out of my scrubs? - Girl, as long as I'm doing the busting.
- Well, Suzy's is always appealing, but - But? - Did you forget? - Forget what? The condo.
We're supposed to go up there tonight.
Oh, yeah, this place we looked at in Rye.
Broker called.
One bedroom is available.
I put a binder down.
- Baby, I thought we were just looking.
- Yeah, but you know how fast they go.
I told them we'd come up there and give our checks for the rest of the deposit.
- What is with that face? - Nothing.
Look, we've been talking about this for months.
Yeah, well, I don't have my share of the money.
- You said you had it.
- I know, but now I don't.
I'm sorry.
I gotta go.
You're not on call.
Baby, look, I just gotta take care of something, all right? I love you.
I'll talk to you later.
He went downstairs to his locker, grabbed his paramedic bag and left.
- Why'd he take the bag? - I don't know.
I mean, I asked him where he went, he didn't say.
All right, what about the condo, how much money are we talking about? - Eight thousand dollars.
- Do you think he really didn't have it? Look, Cole was born and raised in Harlem.
He lived here his whole life, except for when he was in the Army.
I figure he just had cold feet about moving.
Right.
Okay, remind me of Cole's personnel file if I ever get cocky.
- Why? - Paramedic of the Year four citations for valor, evaluations that sound like his mother wrote it.
- All in Harlem? - Yeah.
He's had several opportunities to transfer, refused them all.
Oh, and did I mention he attends church regularly at the Living Brotherhood Ministry? Boy from the 'hood does good.
Yo, Viv, check this out.
He's withdrawn $ 12,000 in the last couple weeks.
That might explain why he didn't have money for the condo.
Yeah, but it doesn't explain why he needed the money.
Could be drugs.
It says here that his mother died of a drug overdose.
Well, family history can be a bitch.
- Thanks.
- Yep.
You understand our deal, right? Yeah.
I talk to y'all in private, and as long as I didn't do nothing to that paramedic, stuff here doesn't connect to my charges.
Exactly.
So you were with Cole the night of your transport to the hospital? The black dude, yeah.
And the white guy was driving.
Who else was there besides the kid you faxed to the morgue? Yo, the murder charge is bogus.
I don't know who shot that fool.
Right.
So it was just you and Cole on that side of the street.
No, there was this other dude came out of nowhere talking crazy, trying to crump me.
He shot me.
I can't believe he shot me.
Okay, be quiet.
The more you talk, the more blood you gonna pump out.
Listen, hold still, I'm trying to keep pressure on this.
- Look at me.
- Am I gonna die? - No, you're not gonna die.
- Hey.
What are you doing, you saving him? - He's a damn murderer.
Let him die.
- Look, you need to step back, okay? - Bleed out, son of a - Hey, hey, hey.
Go home.
Now, this guy that was trying to crump you, did you know him? Never seen him before.
I figure he's just some punk-ass fool from Lenox trying to gain position on a warrior like myself, being incapacitated and all.
Do you think you could use that warrior-like mind to describe him? I owe your boy a solid for saving my life, so, yeah, I can remember him.
Look, this can't be the first time he pissed somebody off because he saved the wrong guy's life.
Let's cover the gang angle.
Look at the paramedic files.
Call the N.
Y.
P.
D.
Gang Division, see if they can help.
Okay.
- Hi.
- Hi.
There's a change.
I didn't know where to send them so I thought I'd bring them here.
Beautiful.
Thank you.
How are you doing? Good, you know? Got a pulse.
You? Some good days, some bad.
Random outbursts help.
Then I'm doing great, because I've had trying to arrange my father's funeral.
Oh, well, after Max's, I'm a bit of an expert, so if you need help Got any pull with a bugler? The military promise you one thing and then next, you have to choose between a tape recording of "Taps" and some guy holding a digital horn.
I think playing "Taps" is out of my league, sorry.
You know, I'd really like you to come.
Of course.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just let me know.
- I will.
- I've got a 10:00.
- Okay.
Thanks for coming in.
- Sure.
Call if you need anything.
- I will.
Thank you.
Okay.
You getting anything off Cole's old reports? Yeah, that being a paramedic in that neighborhood is hell.
Stabbings, shootings, a dozen DOAs a week.
You know the guy that Duane said tried to attack him? - Yeah.
- He's not a gang member.
Then what was his beef with Duane? There was another gang shooting on that block a week ago and one of the bullets killed his daughter.
Mr.
Burnett, we are very sorry for your loss.
Very sorry.
She was watching TV.
And she's dead because I couldn't afford for her to have a safe place to live.
No, it's not your fault, Mr.
Burnett.
It's those gangbangers running around with guns.
Or the paramedic who saves them.
When I heard those shots again I just lost it.
I wanted somebody to pay for Angela's death.
We know you went to the hospital.
We saw you on the security camera.
What were you doing there? I thought that I could give the police a report.
See if the shootings connected up to Angela.
But I didn't see them.
Well, this is the paramedic that you fought with that night.
- Did you see him later? - Yeah.
I was outside the ER.
No, no, no.
I went straight to my shift at the warehouse.
You can check.
- Could you see what was handed to him? - No.
It rolled, but I didn't see it.
The hospital security camera is angled towards the intake ramp.
From this camera, all you get is Cole leaving the ER.
But this is from the parking lot across the street.
I got your guy right here.
Can you get me a pop of the guy inside the car? Good.
Make a picture of that.
- I wanna circulate it.
- Right, done.
Is there any way we can see what he's handing off to Cole? Not from this angle, but there's a second camera in the lot.
I think That's a lot of dough.
What the hell is Cole doing taking money from a gangbanger? Maybe Cole takes money from the Tombs for top service and he lets the Lenox Crew bleed out.
But he didn't even look as if he wanted to take the money.
Maybe he said no, and that's why he's in trouble.
Listen to this.
The guy driving the car is Orlando Davidson.
Drug trafficking and assault.
He's a Crew boss.
One of the leaders of the Tombs.
And guess who he used to run with as teenager? - Cole was a gangbanger? - Yes.
How'd you find out? Well, his juvenile records are sealed, but a cop friend of mine hooked me up.
So have we gotten hold of this Orlando? No.
He's gonna be hard to track.
Viv, what was the name of the church that Cole attends? - Living Brotherhood Ministry.
- Okay, well, six months ago Cole gave a thousand dollars to an anti-gang program they run.
Why not tell his girlfriend that's where the money went? Because he never told his girlfriend about his gang past.
I started the program seven years ago::: after my son was shot walking home from school.
I'm sorry about that, Reverend.
A lot of people lost loved ones.
I'm fortunate to have this as an outlet for the pain.
I understand that Cole helped you fund your work? He gave more than money.
He gave his time.
Men with jobs in this neighborhood gleam like gold.
He's been a great role model.
Did he tell you that he used to run with the Tombs? He didn't like to talk about it much, but, yes, he confided in me.
You think he could have gone back to that life? Absolutely not.
If anything, it was just the opposite.
Good rhythm.
Look at you, Trevor.
You got a natural gift for this, man.
Hey, you really think you can save somebody's life doing this? Two-year-old in a bathtub just last week.
- How that feel? - Oh, man, that felt great.
- Hands up.
- Yo, Lando.
Don't forget, y'all, I'm hooking y'all homies up.
I keep you laced.
Keep doing it, man.
You're looking great.
- What's up, man? - What up, Cole? Chilling, coz, you know, I'm doing my thing.
You really think any of these fools is gonna Lazarus somebody? Well, as you can see, some are catching on.
Look, I was wondering if you could just chill on that for a minute.
It's hard for chest compressors to compete with a phone.
You're starting to make getting in my face a habit.
- You're telling me to leave.
- No.
No, man, I'm just asking for a little space for these boys, that's all.
Yeah, all right.
Show them your stuff.
- Appreciate it.
- I'll catch up with you later, homes.
For sure.
Cole was seen with Orlando last night right before he went missing.
There's a possibility that they're working together.
I don't believe that.
Do you know where I could find Orlando? Somewhere out there on the street.
That's all I can tell you.
Thank you.
Remember that page Cole's girlfriend told us about? - Yeah.
- Okay, I just got his pager records.
Someone called him from a payphone at a store in the middle of Tombs' territory and sent a message.
But it's just four numbers.
Triple-six four.
So I'm thinking maybe some kind of a gang code.
Or slang? I'll tell you what, I'll take the gang files if you'll take the slang.
It's an addendum to the will.
So it's just witnesses, attestation clause, it all looks kosher.
He made this decision the day his doctor told him he had kidney failure.
His lawyer's telling me this is legally binding.
Well, it is, but it doesn't affect the will, it's the funeral.
What funeral? I'm gonna torch him and put him in a jar.
He did have Alzheimer's.
You could find a judge who might rule diminished capacity.
- Bastard just did this to torture me.
- Well, it's working.
- Well, I just want what's right.
- For whom? - Why do you always do this? - Do what? Make an easy answer complicated.
I'm a lawyer.
It goes with the training.
Could you knock it off? Well.
There you go.
There you have it.
I'll do this.
- I'll get back to you.
- Okay, good.
Viv.
- I need your help.
- Okay.
I have gone through all of the gang members in this neighborhood.
I've gone through birthdays, prison numbers, apartment numbers.
None of them match.
I mean, I What am I missing here, you know? If it's some random personal code then we're completely lost.
Okay.
All right, now, what about letters? For example, six would be M-N-O.
M, N and O.
All right, we got a Mike here who's listed as a member of the Tombs.
All right, so that would be six-four Nope.
Not six-four.
What about a Nathan? - Six-two.
- Nope.
Okay, what about a Monique? Okay, six-six Yep, that's it.
Six-six-six-four.
Monique, we know that you paged Cole two weeks ago.
Triple-six four spells out the beginning of your name.
A lot of names start like that.
You're the one that was identified by the clerk at the store, Monique.
He remembered you because you cursed him out for not giving you a cigarette.
They charged a buck 50 for a loosey.
So you were there.
- And you did page Cole.
- Ain't no law against that.
You have beef with Cole? A fight that you wanna take to the next level? - I didn't do nothing to him.
- Did somebody get shot? And that's why you were calling Cole, so he could come over and patch them up? It was a 10-10.
Who got jumped in? My boyfriend, Trevor.
He got beat bad.
- I didn't know who else to call.
- I'm glad you paged me.
- Trevor.
Hey, man, look at me.
- Man, go away.
Nobody told you to come here.
Yeah, well, you let 10 fools beat on you for 10 minutes.
Now you in a gang.
Took it like a man.
Nobody got over on me.
Yeah, but you're smarter than this, Trevor.
This beat-down could have killed you.
- There's a lot of ways out here to die.
- What are you doing? Trevor, we were working this, man.
Why would you come out of the plan now? Talk to me.
I was just playing hoops.
Stole the ball from this guy and he tripped.
I laughed, you know, just messing.
Didn't know he was Lenox Crew.
He swore he'd kill me.
Orlando told me if I joined, the Tombs could protect me.
All right.
Look at me, man.
I got a job, Trevor.
All right? I'm not packing weed I'm not running guns for Orlando so he can get a nice new ride.
- It can happen.
- Out here? On 115th? No.
No.
I need an insurance policy, and you can't be it.
Trev.
Yo, Trev.
No.
No, don't do this.
I ain't got no choice.
Do you know where Trevor is now? No.
I haven't heard from him since yesterday.
His mother is out of town on a job.
I have a key to his place.
I could give it to you.
- Apartment is clear.
- Told you Trevor wasn't here.
You could have found that out without dragging me.
- Is he your boyfriend? Is he? - Yeah.
Because we thought that you'd wanna help us find him.
I understand you're just trying to stay out of trouble, but listen.
Keeping quiet is not gonna help.
You didn't give us the keys to the apartment because you like doing favors for the FBI.
Did you think we were gonna find a body here? Not telling us about a murder or kidnapping makes you an accessory, which means you're gonna go to jail.
It doesn't matter that you're 14.
Do you understand that? So you wanna start over? Okay.
Cole was here last night.
He was looking for Trevor.
I gave you $ 10,000, Lando.
Why not just take it? Because I changed my mind.
Little homey gonna make a real good soldier.
Let his cartoon-watching ass fool you.
Look, come on, man.
I told you what his teachers said.
Only time I've heard the word "potential" used so many times is when they was talking about your skinny ass.
Now, look, man, I'm asking you as a favor.
For old times' sake, don't do this.
Man, why do you keep plucking at them old memory strings? - Waking and baking, yeah, it was cool.
- Yeah, we were like brothers, man.
And that's the word you keep forgetting: Were.
Why do I owe you anything? You jump off and now you come strutting back? Everybody all looking up at you with your fancy equipment.
Well, Trevor, that's my equipment.
So you need to step off.
I can't do that.
Look, Trevor has a chance.
Let him take it.
How does that feel? Your fancy training gonna save you now? Hey, Trev.
Little man.
Cole here wants to rescue you.
You wanna be alone? Fly free on the streets? - Trevor, don't listen to him.
- Shut up.
No.
Then hold this for me.
Gotta go.
Now, show me what you're made of, little man.
That was it.
Orlando left.
- Trevor told me to go too.
- You haven't heard from Trevor since? I was hoping you guys could find him before he did something stupid.
- What do you think happened to Cole? - You know.
Sorry we had to pick you up at your baby's mama's house.
Next time, don't hide behind your lady's skirt, okay, Orlando? - Didn't know y'all was looking for me.
- Well, we were.
Where the hell is Cole? I don't know what you're talking about.
We know you were at Trevor's last night.
Who'd y'all talk to? Crackhead ho Monique? She hallucinates.
We didn't find crackhead ho Monique.
What we did find was a lot of people that were excited about helping us move you to a federal address.
You know, I think you put your boy, Trevor, up to killing Cole.
- You ain't got nothing to say about that? - What you think? Well, if you have nothing to say, then you're free to go.
Because we don't need you.
Come on, go.
- What? - Trevor's 14 years old.
How far do you think a 14-year-old with a dead body's gonna get? - That was good, covering for Monique.
- Thanks.
I don't think we should put this guy back on the street.
Listen, N.
Y.
P.
D.
's gonna trail him, we're good, okay? - I'm telling you.
- We're good.
- Hello.
- Hey.
I got your message, obviously.
- Thanks for coming.
- Yeah, no problem.
Can I get you something? - Yeah.
- It's just water.
Vodka tonic, please.
Thanks.
It's a little early in the day for that, don't you think? Well, you did invite me to a bar.
Well, a good point.
Probably should have ordered one myself.
So have you thought about your father? Well, I'm torn.
Between honoring the last wishes of a crazy old man or giving him the final flying finger.
I know it's stupid.
I did look into it.
And you can overturn his decision if you want.
- Really? - But I wouldn't recommend it, Jack.
Why not? Your dad's dead, Jack.
You have to let go.
Yeah, well, I will certainly take that under advisement.
You know what? I want to I want to apologize for this morning.
- Oh, yeah.
- It was just so out of line.
I have no idea what came over me, I just Look, I don't even think of you that way.
You know what? That did not come out the way I wanted it to come out.
I'm sorry.
I understand.
You know what I mean.
I just It Hang on a sec, I'm sorry.
Yeah.
Okay.
- Gotta go.
- Yep.
I I have to go.
And I'm really sorry about what happened.
And it was really inappropriate for me to do that.
- And now it's over.
- Really? - You know, we could talk about - No.
It doesn't matter.
Okay.
- So we're good? - We are.
Has Orlando called Trevor? He made three calls to the same number the second he left.
He's worried about where the kid dumped the body.
I got the number he called.
I'm just triangulating the location from the signal.
- All right, I got it.
- Where is he? Signal's coming from Edgecomb Hospital, where Cole went missing.
One of the boys from the church.
I recognize him.
Cole brought him on the run with us once.
I haven't seen him since.
- What time did you go back on duty? - A half hour ago.
I was getting equipment ready for the next run.
What's up? I left the door to the bus open, now it's closed.
- Where's Cole? - Hey, man, I don't know.
- Don't shoot, don't shoot.
- Come on out.
Easy.
You were the last person to see Cole alive.
And I know Orlando told you to kill him.
You help us, we'll help you.
Oh, man, I swear, I didn't do nothing.
I didn't kill Cole.
Move out, let's go.
Think this'll keep my blood from splattering? Shut up.
I gotta think.
Right.
Right.
Think.
But not about how you gonna clean up this mess from shooting me but how your life will never be the same if you do this.
I said shut up.
- You're not a killer, Trevor.
- What do you know about me? A killer would have shot me and been at the refrigerator for something to eat.
- I'm warning you.
- I know a killer wouldn't spend time over a dummy practicing to save a life.
What the hell do you know? You got out.
Never made your bone.
Yeah, I did.
I thought killing someone would make me a man too.
We do this thing, man, we in.
Solid gold, homes.
Tombs forever.
So how about him? Orders are: Civilian male.
Show him no mercy.
He it then.
I killed him.
And all he was doing was walking home from school.
Orlando told that story with him doing the shooting.
I know, I let him.
Because the only story I had to tell was how I puked every night.
And how I couldn't get his face out of my head.
And how I could hear his family crying no matter where I was.
Come on, Cole, turn around.
Why? If you shoot me you will see my face every night for the rest of your life whether I turn around or not.
So go ahead, man.
Make your bone.
What if I wanna get out? How can I? Orlando will kill us both.
You let me worry about that.
Let go.
Let go.
It's okay, man.
It's over.
Cole came up with a plan.
A school I could go to, live there, get out that neighborhood.
He was gonna pay for the first year.
- Where is he now? - I don't know.
He told me to come here.
Ask Joe for the key to his place in Tarrytown, go there and wait.
- And he didn't say where he was going? - He said he had to go see somebody.
Stay put.
Watch him.
So we were both right.
This guy's a killer.
- Who turned his life around.
- I just hope it's not too late, Viv.
Okay, bad news.
You know the tail on Orlando? N.
Y.
P.
D.
Lost him.
All right, I checked the records in unsolved murders in Harlem.
The young man who Cole killed? I think this is him.
Reverend Hovis' son.
Reverend, please, you need to talk to us.
So where's Cole? Where is he? - I don't know.
- I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Where is Cole? He came by.
I wish he hadn't.
Cole, what's going on? The FBI was just here.
One of the boys told me Orlando's trying to hurt you.
I know, I crossed him, so now he wants to kill me.
- Well, should I call the police? - No.
Orlando doesn't matter.
Reverend, I came here today because If something does happen to me, I need you to know that - Know what, son? - Don't call me that.
- Okay? - Okay.
Okay.
Calm down, Cole.
Believe me, I've heard the worst of what's in men's souls.
- Anything and I - I killed your son.
What? I shot Miles.
I'm the one that killed him.
- No.
- Look, I came to his funeral and I don't even know why.
But when I heard you preach it just changed me.
I swore that I would try and make up for everything I've ever done - Make up? Make up? You think by stitching up those hoodlums makes up for killing my boy? - No, that's not what I meant.
- Get out of my face.
Get out! Reverend, look, I don't I don't expect your forgiveness.
I gotta catch a bus.
That's the address of where I'll be.
Whatever you need to do.
That was it.
He left.
- I know I should have called you.
- What was the address? Someplace in Tarrytown.
- And nothing happened after Cole left? - No.
Your Bible got knocked over.
Why didn't you pick it up? You know, I've been going to church my whole life and on a normal day there isn't a holy man alive who'd leave his Bible on the floor.
Here.
Take your Bible.
Take it.
Take it.
What did you do to Cole? I gave Orlando the address.
How long ago was this? About an hour ago.
All right, there's the bus.
It must have gotten in early.
Service through to Manhattan will begin boarding in 15 minutes.
And there's Cole and Orlando.
Let's go.
He's got a gun.
Get out of here.
Get out, get out, get out.
Drop the gun, FBI.
Everybody move clear.
- Did you find Trevor? - Everybody's okay.
Orlando, put the weapon down.
No one needs to get hurt.
Come on, Orlando.
It doesn't have to go down like this, coz.
Drop the weapon, Orlando.
Blood out, coz.
This is Agent Delgado, I need an ambulance, please, now.
You're gonna be all right.
- Is Trevor okay? - Trevor's fine.
Don't talk.
L I made plans for him at a school, okay? The mo The money Money Trevor? - You excited about your new school? - No.
Well, you should be.
This is a big opportunity for you.
Cole give this to you? You wanna make him proud of you, don't you? Well, here's your shot to do that, so don't blow it.
Office, cell.
Whatever you need, you call me day or night.
Nobody makes it alone, Trevor.
Nobody.
- Hi.
- Hey.
He looks good.
- You think so? - Yeah.
He would have liked that.
Thank you.
Hope you're happy.
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