What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore and then run.
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Our next item: The "stop the violence rally"
at the Frederick Douglass recreation center.
This is an opportunity for the citizens of the 2-2
to make a statement about their neighborhood.
As a result, we get to show off our best and brightest.
Rules out Martini and Moore.
Real funny, Harper,
when you're opening in the Catskills.
Lazarus would like to work the rally.
Says it'd mean the world to him; Been dreaming about it
- since he was a little kid. - That a fact?
Well, absolutely, sir. Stale cotton candy, bouncy castles,
long-winded speeches by local power brokers...
- My blue heaven. - Good.
You and McLaren have post 78.
Perry, Sanchez, you get the TS.
- What's the TS? - Telephone switchboard.
Ryan: Here's the drill:
Public has access to every precinct's phone number.
A lot of times, civilians don't want to call 911.
They think if they call us direct,
they'll get a quicker response time.
(Phone ringing) Be polite, be professional.
Officer Sanchez. All emergency calls get rerouted to 911 dispatch.
Ten-year-old boy wandering riverside park.
Get a description.
Ma'am, what does he look like?
Missing kids... we handle immediately.
Tonya: Caucasian, brown hair, blue eyes,
hanging by the water.
Thank you, ma'am. Can you hold?
This is a tour change.
The precincts are back logged, and all units are assigned.
I want you two to walk up to riverside park,
Ha, ha, funny crime, doggy.
Funny dog.
Hi. Thanks, guys.
Hey, hey!
Keep playing with my hat, I'll have you neutered, man.
All right, that's fun... Oh, look, clever, right?
He boxes, too. Clever, that's very clever.
Dispatcher: 22 Adam, you have a 10-39
at 1346 west 129th street.
Neighbor says someone's lighting off
fire crackers in an apartment. What are you doing?
(Kids laugh) Hey! You want a shot at the real thing, guy?
Post 78, we're down the block, responding.
- Come on, let's go. - You're dead.
Hey, sweetie.
- What's your name? - Sean.
I'm officer Sanchez; This is officer Perry.
Hi.
What are you doing here all alone?
I'm drawing a ship.
That's really good. I like the smoke stacks.
It's the Titanic.
Do you know it was 882 feet, nine inches in length,
and on her way to New York when she sank?
You're very smart.
And you're pretty, like my mom.
Do you know where your mom is, honey?
I'm not really sure, but she said
if I ever got lost, I should come here.
Is she in the park?
I don't think so.
Do you know your phone number?
No,
but I know where I live.
Here.
It's you watching the Titanic from shore.
Wow.
All right, let's get you home.
Those firecrackers have been going off for the past 20 minutes.
The place has been vacant for months.
Oh, I've seen a young man coming and going from that apartment.
Personally, I think she sees things.
Like I see you drinking that sweet wine poison
when you're supposed to be mopping the foyer. (Laughs)
(Firecrackers popping) Sounds like bacon burning.
Smells like it, too.
Oh.
Sorry, I'm just used to going first.
Yeah, me, too. You go.
You two ever done this before?
First day working together.
We're still ironing out the kinks.
(Popping)
Looks like a one-man Woodstock in here.
There's gotta be $50 worth
of cleaning supplies here, and the place is still a dump.
Gunpowder.
Washers,
cut pieces of metal pipe...
Looks like our squatter's been making a bomb. Oh, man.
Lazarus: Uh... (Clears throat) Kenny.
Looks like it's all the same girl.
Kenny: She must be the target.
Yeah, or maybe he wants to bomb the "stop the violence" rally.
♪ Uh [Jay-Z's "Heart of the City" playing]
♪ Listen, first the Fat Boys break up ♪
♪ Now every day I wake up ♪
♪ Somebody got something to say ♪
♪ Where's the love? ♪
♪ Look scrapper, I got nephews to look after ♪
♪ I'm not looking at you dudes, I'm looking past ya ♪
♪ Ain't no love in the heart of the city ♪
♪ I said, "Where's the love?" ♪
♪ Ain't no love in the heart of town ♪
♪ Holla at me ♪
♪ Ain't no love ♪
♪ In the heart of the city ♪
♪ Where's the love. ♪
Sync and correction by GeirDM www.addic7ed.com
Unfortunately, today's rally is going to have to be cut short.
Man, if you'd been doing your job better,
we wouldn't have to have this rally; Now you're shutting it down?
Yoda: Okay, look, look,
we wouldn't be shutting down something this important
if we didn't have a serious reason.
Now, I'm going to need everybody to exit the building immediately
in a calm and orderly manner.
Conrad: These cleaning supplies were found
in the suspect's apartment.
Individually, the chemicals are harmless.
Put together, you're looking at a deadly explosive
better known as "poor man's c-4."
We could be looking at as much as eight or nine pounds,
more than enough to take the entire building down.
Once the place is evacuated,
bomb squad will sweep the building while ESU assists.
Based on a neighbor's description,
we believe the suspect to be in his late teens, male, hispanic.
No visible marks or tattoos.
Excuse me. Sorry.
What are you doing?
What's in the backpack? Nothing.
Anything you want to confiscate?
No. Good luck.
Conrad: We have no idea how this bomb
is wired to be detonated, which means,
the suspect could be in the crowd or close by.
Looks like the calvary's here.
Kenny: Hope I'm good enough to get on that squad one day.
Is that how your old man made his bones? No, detective squad.
Cleared 20 homicides in a year at the seven-four.
Still a record.
My Uncle,
he worked undercover in organized crime for two years,
lead to 46 federal indictments.
Huh. Come on, let's go.
That's hell of a family tree, man.
Every McLaren makes his mark on the NYPD in a different way.
Well, good to know you're not
putting any pressure on yourself.
Conrad: Sorry, been a little crazy this morning.
Now, which one of you two
is least likely to crash a prisoner van?
I learned to drive in Kabul when I was 12 years old.
There weren't even traffic lights back then.
I remember... You drive.
Transport van is sitting in front; Take it around back.
You're making a prisoner run to the tombs.
Both: Yes, sir.
Sean: This is it!
What number building is this?
The sixth one.
You're going to get it right this time. I feel it.
Six is my lucky number.
Mark Sanchez wears it.
My favorite player for the New York jets.
I know everything about him.
Okay.
Hi, sir.
Stay sharp.
Any behavioral problems in one vehicle,
handcuffs are more of a suggestion than a guarantee.
Have a good trip.
Hey, blood, you got a smoke?
No, and how exactly am I your blood?
Man, we all decedents of the same 12 tribes...
me, you, him...
Always talking loud and saying nothing.
Maybe not him. He's still stuck in the pond.
Let's go.
I looked all over for you.
Woman: Sean?!
Oh, thank God you're okay.
How many times have I told you,
you don't leave this apartment building by yourself?
I'm sorry.
Ms...?
Heartwood, Natalie.
Thank you so much for bringing him home.
How long was he missing? Uh, not long.
I went out looking for him right away.
Well, next time you should call 911.
I know the number. Thanks.
I'm just saying missing children are a priority for us.
Well, I'll keep that in mind.
Where was he?
He was at riverside park at 112th,
looking at the river.
Said that's where you told him to meet you.
Sean, why don't you go play in your room for a minute, hm?
Look, you probably never heard of this,
but Sean suffers from PDD.
Pervasive developmental disorder,
high functioning autism.
It's very hard for him to differentiate
between his imaginative and real life.
It's as if the two blend together.
You thought of putting an address card in his pocket,
maybe a child proof lock on the door?
Thank you for the parenting advice, but we already have one.
The delivery man came by earlier today,
and the nanny must have forgotten to lock it.
Well, thank you again, officers.
Sean, thank the nice officers for bringing you home, hm?
I want to show them my room.
Oh, I'm sure they don't have time for that.
The city needs them.
The city can wait.
Please, folks, you have to move out of here.
Can I go back in there right quick? I left my phone.
Just as soon as we get the all-clear.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah, if you're thinking there's no way
that two women in America, let alone Harlem,
have that exact same piercing under their eye and lip.
The photos from the bomber's apartment...
that's the girl in the pictures. Mm-hmm.
You see her ID card? She's supposed to speak at the rally.
Kenny: Excuse me.
Can I help you with something?
You can actually. Do you recognize this guy?
That hair, those crazy stalker eyes...
- it looks like J.J. - J.J. Got a last name?
Martinez.
He asked me out last month, but he's a creep.
He's been following me around, talks to himself behind my back.
I almost called the cops.
Why are you looking for him?
We just want to talk.
Any idea where we might find him?
I think he has a job during the day
at the temple assembly church on 123rd and Madison.
That's where we met anyhow.
Hey, did he do something wrong?
I mean, am I in danger?
No, not anymore.
Show post 78 at 123 and Madison for investigation.
And this is my best friend.
Had him since I was five.
What's his name?
Duck.
At least he can't forget it.
Who's this?
That's my mommy.
Natalie: I think it's time
for the officers to go, sweetheart,
and we have homework to do.
Here.
You keep it.
Thank you.
His mommy?
I thought that look meant I go first.
We definitely got to work on this.
You want to go left or right?
Right.
Now, that look means you go.
Come any closer, and I will blow this whole damn block up.
I swear I will do it.
Now put the guns away.
Okay, take it easy, all right?
It's gone.
I'm putting the gun away.
Gun is away.
Him, too.
Do it.
Now, how about you, you know... how about
you give me the detonator?
Yeah, come on, man.
She has it coming to her.
No, no, no, no, nothing is worth this, all right?
Take it from me.
You know, if I planted a bomb
every time a girl broke my heart,
all of Manhattan would have a view of the river.
You know, I was going to marry her.
Central park. Yeah.
A honeymoon in Paris.
Why is he looking at me
like I'm crazy? No, no, no.
Cupid hates him, too, right?
You kidding me?
There's this girl I like,
I see her every day walking our beat.
I can't even ask her out; I'm so worried
what my father's gonna think.
It's never easy, right?
No, it's not.
Look, man, you don't...
You don't want to hurt anybody.
Come on.
I'm sorry...
(Grunting)
(Panting)
Think you should have stayed on 10th Avenue.
You grew up driving in a free-fire zone,
and you're going to give me traffic tips?
Whoa!
Watch them bumps, baby brother.
My sciatica is acting up.
My apologies.
Yeah, watch this bump.
Whoa, hey!
What's happening?
The engine; We got no power.
(Groaning)
Everybody all right?
Give me a couple of minutes; I'll let you know.
I'm hurt.
I'm definitely hurt.
(Starter whines) What's wrong?
(Starter grinds, engine stalls)
So what now?
You threaten me
until I tell you where the bomb is? Threaten?
You've seen too many movies, kid.
Tough guy like you, you're not gonna cave.
Oh.
We found a lot of chemicals in your apartment.
How big are we talking?
Seven pounds.
Homemade c-4,right?
HMTD caps.
Hexamethylene Triperoxide Diamine.
Most powerful and unstable blasting caps they make.
I have a cousin who works in the bomb squad.
But of course.
It would really help us
if you would just tell us that location.
You would really like that, wouldn't you? Uh-huh.
Well, I'll tell you what I'd like first.
You tell that ice queen bitch,
to come here right now, or I don't talk.
You know if that bomb goes off,
you're going to be charged as a domestic terrorist.
And then you're looking at the death penalty.
Lethal injection.
They say that it's like going to sleep,
but I've got a friend, he's a doctor.
He says it's more like being suffocated.
Hey, do you know
that they make you wear a diaper?
Oh, God.
You're a smart kid; I'm sure you can figure out why.
(Sirens approaching)
You got about ten seconds
before they take you away,
and the next guy might not be as nice as me.
It's in a gray backpack
near the stage.
Central, 2-2 van 4-5-8-9,
can you have a unit 85 me non-emergency
at Lenox and 120th street?
Our van is disabled, and we're on a prisoner transport.
Yo, pump the gas.
You'll flood the engine.
(Starter grinding)
It's the spark plugs
that got jarred loose.
Spark plugs?
What do you know, didn't even graduate the damn third grade.
Just pump the gas like I said.
(Starter grinds, engine stalls)
It's dead.
Hey, sometimes a good prayer
to the man above will get you back.
Are you a sinner, officer?
Not like I'm about to be
if you don't shut up.
Dispatch: Be advised
there's no units available.
You'll need to sit tight.
Seriously, sit tight?
That's the best they can come up with?
Officer, I gots to go to the bathroom.
Go ahead.
Dean: J.J. Says the device
is in a gray backpack, West Side of the stage.
Bomb squad tech: It won't be enough to just find the bomb,
we have to get the damn thing outside.
I think we got it.
(Whirring)
Perry: Natalie heartwood.
Why are you running Sean's mom?
Call came in for a dispute last year at her address.
Domestic? No,
female breaking into the apartment.
Neighbor called it in.
By the time the police responded, she was gone.
No name, just a description.
Red hair,
blue eyes.
Sounds familiar?
There's another report,
two months later.
Neighbor spotted red
hanging around riverside park.
Could be random.
Or maybe Sean just saw her
and got an idea of somebody new to sketch.
The way the kid keeps disappearing all the time,
he clearly has issues.
Sean said that if he was in trouble,
he was supposed to meet his mom
in riverside park by 112th street, right?
Natalie looked for him everywhere,
but she didn't know to look there?
She's lying.
About something.
Or maybe she just got under your skin.
We've got a police report of a stalker
and a little boy drawing pictures of her.
I can just imagine what Yoda's going to say.
Our probable cause
is a crayon drawing from a ten-year-old boy?
And probable cause for what?
I don't know,
but I want to find this woman and ask her
what she was doing there.
Dispatch: Be advised 2-2 van
4-5-8-9, task force assigned to respond.
Eta two hours.
You got to be kidding me.
34,000 cops,
not one can drive over and bail us out any quicker?
Hey, Cagney and Lacey, we need a stretch back here.
I believe it was the supreme court itself that stated
overcrowding and unsanitary conditions
is a direct violation of our incarcerated rights.
And based on the big man's flatulence,
my rights are being violated approximately every 30 seconds!
Sit down, you fool.
(Grunting)
Oh, crap.
Hey, break it up!
Enough!
Enough! Break it up!
Break it up!
I hear so much as another word out of you two,
I'm exercising my constitutional right to kick
both of y'all asses.
What, huh?
You got something to say?
(Panting)
You didn't have to do that.
I had it handled.
No disrespect,
but I grew up with punks like that.
Only one language that they understand,
and that's force.
Perry: Look, it's possible the kid is just color-blind.
(Phone rings) I got it.
22nd precinct.
Officer Perry, how may I help you?
Amber Chasen,
red hair, blue eyes,
bird tattoo.
Seven years ago,
officers responded to a possible child endangerment
at St. Luke's hospital.
I'm not even going to bother asking the kid's name.
Sean.
Dob puts him at ten years old this month.
Amber currently resides in the far west 40's.
I guess I know where we're spending our lunch break.
♪ ♪
All right, fire in the hole.
Paper.
Lipstick.
It's a science textbook.
Karima Harding.
The color was right on the backpack, the markings.
The kid told us exactly where to find it.
Unless there's two backpacks.
You know, it's gray, nylon, zipper, pretty generic.
If Karima Harding had one that looked similar,
she could have grabbed it by mistake in all the chaos.
Right, so whoever this Ms. Harding is
is walking around right now with a bag full of explosives
that could go at any minute.
We are looking for Karima Harding, believed to be carrying a gray
backpack filled with approximately
seven pounds of explosives.
Victim does not have a cell phone.
Her mom confiscated it
because she does not approve of her current boyfriend.
Note photo number two... Drake Robinson.
Runs with the Young Gun Goons
in the Pierce houses on east 119th.
Drake has a couple of collars... one aggravated assault
against a police officer.
Watch yourselves around this guy.
Each of you will be assigned a location Karima is known
to frequent.
Amber Chasen, NYPD.
Amber, wait.
Fyi, we usually travel in twos.
I didn't do nothing.
If you didn't do anything, why did you run?
We're not taking you to jail.
This is about Sean, isn't it?
You even have a clue what you're doing?
One thing I'm not doing is consorting with the enemy.
They're human beings.
They have to eat.
Ah, I hope you plus-sized mine 'cause I'm mad hungry.
Listen up, I'm going to treat you with respect.
Don't give me a reason to regret that decision.
I can't...
It's vegetarian.
Next thing I know,
you two will be planning a terrorist attack together.
You're not even worth my time.
What's that you say?
Kill him!
Hey!
Come on, break it up!
(All screaming)
Now! Freedom!
(All grunting)
Seriously, are you kidding me?
A prison break with four guys Daisy-chained
to one another?
This is why you don't
treat 'em with respect.
You sure Sean's okay?
He's fine.
We found him in riverside park.
He was looking for you, wasn't he?
I wasn't using when he was born.
It was a tough delivery,
and they gave me painkillers afterwards.
I know it's hard for women like you
to imagine being so weak.
I went back and forth between being clean and using.
We survived for a while on the streets,
shelters...
But after a few years it just got too hard.
So you just decided to sell your son?
When Sean was three
I was approached by this man in the park.
He said he'd give me $2,000 cash if I gave him up.
Said my boy would be loved
and taken care of.
$2,000 was only enough to keep me high for a week or two.
But I knew it was the best thing for Sean.
Eventually child services was going to take him from me, or...
Maybe something even worse was going to happen.
You went to see him last year.
I know it was a stupid thing to do... going up there.
I just wanted to see him, see how he'd grown.
Afterwards I got a visit from that same guy.
He said he'd make sure I go back to jail forever
if I ever go north of 100th street again.
If what you're telling us is true, we can have him arrested.
It's what your partner said... I'm a junkie
who sold her son.
They might take him away from Natalie heartwood,
but I know they'll never give him back
to me, and I don't blame 'em.
I just want to see him... Talk to him.
(Chuckles)
Harper: Hey, have you guys seen
this girl?
No?
Do either of you know Karima Harding?
(Sighs)
Hey, so that thing you said to j.J. In the church
about that girl and your old man...
that wasn't just a line of bull, was it?
Was yours?
Think you know the answer to that.
Yeah, it sounds to me like, uh,
if you don't bring home the medal of valor,
that you'll never live up to your pops.
The man casts a big shadow.
Hey, you know, I, uh, I knew this journalist once.
You know, he was hell-bent on, on winning a pulitzer.
I mean, that's all he wanted.
He signed up for every war zone on all five continents.
Did he get it?
Yeah, posthumously.
I appreciate the cautionary tale, but
it's easy for you to say.
You've been playing the hero since the day we got here.
Already got your medal and press conference.
(Chuckling): Yeah, well, I didn't ask for it, man,
and I certainly didn't plan it that way.
Think they were here to check out the latest Harry Potter?
Drake's not in this crew,
but that ink on their necks looks like the
young guns gang symbol.
Well, let's take a closer look, huh?
All right, you guys know the drill...
hands where we can see 'em.
Why you porkies never say please?
McLaren: What? Hey.
W-whoa.
YGG... Young Gun Goons.
What are you doing at the library?
What's the matter?
'Cause I'm YGG, mean I can't read?
Where's Drake?
Drake, who's Drake?
You just took a swing at a police officer.
Now, I'm guessing you're on parole,
so that is a "don't pass go,"
don't collect $20"" kind of violation.
Tell us where he is and you live to fight another day.
Offer expires in ten seconds.
He was at the library
a while back.
He was heading towards 121st
to go grab some food with his new biscuit.
That's all I know, man.
All right, you gentlemen enjoy your afternoon.
When I was little, my mom worked at this sweatshop.
One day she got her hand all chewed up in a sewing machine.
Disability check would come, she'd cash it.
Supposed to buy groceries that would last for a little while,
but when the check came, somebody in our building
tipped off guys in our neighborhood.
They'd rob her on the way to the store.
That's why you became a cop.
I became a cop 'cause I blew out my ACL.
You got a second chance.
Don't you think they deserve one, too?
In my country you go to jail to be punished.
Here it's in the hope of rehabilitation,
or so I've been told.
By who?
Look, Ahmad, only thing perps learn
when they go to jail is how to be better perps.
Officer Sanchez, what a pleasant surprise.
I saw Amber chasen earlier today.
She's clean and sober.
Been for over a year.
Do you even have an inkling what that woman is about?
I know she showed up at your door last year
and you lied to the police.
Sent some goon to scare her off
so she doesn't see her little boy.
I was scared and I was trying to protect Sean.
She said you bought him for two grand.
A cotton swab and a DNA test,
child services come, take Sean away, and I put you in jail.
A junkie can have babies like a toaster popping out toast,
but someone like me, someone who really wants
to give a child a proper home...
It doesn't work out that way.
He's not a commodity,
and I know his mother doesn't meet your moral standards,
but she loves her son.
I am his mother.
You should have seen Sean when they brought him to me.
He was underweight, malnourished.
It was a miracle he was even alive.
He's got special needs.
Can you imagine where he would be if we didn't raise him?
Even Amber knew enough to give the boy up.
There's a bodega on Broadway and 114th street.
We'll meet you there in an hour. And?
And Amber chasen gets to give her son an ice cream cone.
Eleven o'clock.
Wait,
wait, don't run!
You're not in trouble.
They headed east on 124th street.
Drake can't go north of 125th street.
YGG's at war with the Killer Klown Crew.
He must be heading into the park.
(Siren wailing)
2-2 van 4-5-8-9 to central,
looking for an ETA on our task force.
Man: Be advised, notification has been made.
ETA unknown.
I can fix it.
What the hell you know about fixing a car?
I can fix it, but you
gotta take these cuffs off me.
(Siren wailing)
ATV north on mount Morris park...
victim and gray knapsack in sight.
Pull over!
Hey, come on!
Drake, you're not in trouble.
Hey, pull over!
(Tires screeching)
Central, be advised, suspect atv
is eastbound toward Madison.
Have units respond to that side of the park.
We're on foot in pursuit.
Units will be blocking all the exits.
ESU is sweeping southwest.
You guys canvass South toward 120th street.
Radio back if you see anything.
She'll be here.
She said she'll be here.
I know you want to make things right,
but we just don't always get to do that.
Taking a child away,
deciding who can be a mom and who can't, it's not fair.
You make things sound so black and white.
Tonya, listen, Amber decided who could be a mom.
And I think she decided again today.
Hi, officer Sanchez.
Hey, sweetie. Thank you for coming.
I just wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine.
Where is she?
Let's get some ice cream.
You like chocolate?
He's going to fix the engine.
And you believe him?
Look, already had one jailbreak today.
Don't need to see the sequel.
He didn't try anything.
Just defended himself.
Now, we've been here all day;
I don't want to spend the night, too.
Wait, you're not really gonna do this, are you?
Come on man you proved your point.
Ahma...
(Sighs)
She's not coming.
I could've told you that.
When I was a teenager, my mom and I, we used to fight.
Just typical mother and daughter stuff.
One day, it was over this boy she wouldn't let me go out with him,
and I told her I hope she died.
Didn't happen right away, but a couple months later,
came home from school...
Just by the way my brother looked at me, I knew.
Then afterwards, I...
I used to think I saw her.
In crowds, across the street.
She'd just be standing there, just watching me.
For Sean, this is real.
His mother's really out there.
You gonna lie to him forever, hope he never finds out?
What happens when he does?
Duncan: Try it now.
(Engine starts)
You can take your hand
off the gun.
If I wanted it, I would've taken it already.
So you helped us out today.
Doesn't change what you did to get here.
Manslaughter... that's just another word for murder.
It was self-defense.
Judge told me, "you make me go to trial
"and the jury don't like you, I'm giving you the Max.
Plea out, and I'll sentence you to three years."
So I pled out.
In case you're wondering,
I learned how to fix cars in the joint.
I ain't gonna be in there forever.
Karima! Come on, please stop!
We got a visual.
They're heading into the amphitheatre.
Karima, you're not in trouble.
Neither is Drake.
The backpack you're carrying, it isn't yours.
Karima? Karima?
Listen, this is gonna sound crazy, but
listen to me very carefully, okay?
We just want to help you, okay?
I'm stuck.
You might have something very dangerous inside your backpack.
All right?
Somebody may have left some explosives in there.
Very, very unstable explosives.
All right? So just-just let us help you, please.
Ah, damn.
You're strapping a bomb, girl.
Where are you going?
Call me if you make it out.
Wait, you got to help me get it off!
Help! Please help!
I'm stuck! It's okay. It's gonna be okay.
Help me! Okay.
Help me!
Shh... shh... Help me!
Please help! We're here.
It's okay, it's okay.
You're gonna be okay. It's okay.
You're gonna be okay.
Believe it or not, when I was
your age, I got myself in a similar situation.
Seriously? Yeah, yeah.
I got my head stuck under the front seat
of the family car; It was much worse than this.
I have a knapsack with a bomb in it!
No, my head was really stuck though.
I mean, I was... my father, my Uncle, everybody yanking at me.
You know, it was humiliating.
You know, I felt like I was Winnie the pooh.
But, look, here I am today, you know, so you're gonna be okay.
You're free.
Come on.
Carefully.
(Sizzling, crackling)
You hear that?
Yeah, and I smell it, too.
The magnesium started burning.
(Sizzling, crackling continues)
Come on, come on. Let's go, let's go.
Let's go, let's go, let's go. Quickly.
Come on, quickly, let's go.
(Garbled radio transmissions)
Clarence: Unbelievable.
Six hours and we end right back up where we started.
See, that's the problem with this country.
We're in a stalemate. No forward progress.
You know, I think for once, he's actually making sense.
My back teeth is floating I got to use the bathroom so bad.
Officer McLaren, can I get a picture, please?
You should really get one of me and my partner, officer Harper.
Already spoke to him.
He said you were the one that did all the heavy lifting.
Thanks.
Gonna be on the cover of the post tomorrow. Congrats.
Well, your pops will be pretty proud, huh?
You didn't even have to wind up in a hospital bed.
It's nice to know we finally got our timing down.
Please, could you have cut any slower?
You're here to complain, I can go get my sergeant.
You know, I knew this day would come.
Pretended it wouldn't, but I always knew.
It scared the hell out of me.
Well, you're off the hook.
I passed by the halfway house, and manager said Amber split.
Took all her stuff.
I guess she still couldn't deal with it.
But you were right.
It doesn't change anything.
Sooner or later,
I'm going to have to tell Sean the truth.
Anyhow...
Sean made another picture.
For Amber.
When you catch up to her.
What makes you so sure I'm going to do that?
I have a feeling.
Call it mother's intuition.
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