21 Bridges

"But if you do wrong, be afraid,"

for he does not bear the sword in vain.

He is the servant of God,

an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongful."

I often thought of my friend,

Officer Reginald Dean Davis,

when I would read Romans 13:4.

That he punished two of the three men who attacked him

before he himself was killed,

means I will never think of anyone else ever again

when I read or speak this verse.

He died protecting his family,

his friends, and this city.

He was a servant of God.

I assuage my rage that a third man escaped

by trying to remind myself of a few things.

First, Reginald found a woman

as strong, driven and smart as he.

And then I think of his boy, Andre,

and I see the same, sometimes infuriating,

fearlessness,

inquisitiveness.

I know it may not feel like it now,

but you got more from your father, Andre, in 13 years

than most men will in a lifetime.

He taught you to follow your conscience,

to not take anyone else's word about what is right and wrong,

to find a just code

in an often cruel world.

Thank you for making time for IA at the end of your shift.

I didn't have a choice.

You could choose not to be a cop.

Being a cop isn't a choice for me.

What is it, then?

DNA.

At this point, we don't really need to spell out why we're all here.

Yes, we do. Official procedure.

Any officer who discharges his or her weapon in the line of duty

must justify every round of ammunition.

You've shot eight people in nine years.

Good shootings. Cleared on all.

Three since you were made detective.

Four now.

The one who survived was sentenced to life without.

Do you regret any?

I've been to the psychologist.

That's not an answer.

No, I do not regret any.

Faces don't come to you in your sleep?

Justice comes at a cost.

Justice is not determined by you.

But I am the sharp end of that determination.

Says who? My badge.

My oath.

Your DNA?

During the Civil War,

some soldiers just kept loading their muskets without ever firing.

Five or six balls loaded on top of each other.

In Vietnam, only 30% of frontline infantry soldiers ever fired a shot.

So, 10 soldiers in battle, only three truly fighting.

Are you really using war analogies here, Detective Davis?

What do you imagine the other seven were doing?

Hi, Andre.

How's she doing?

Tired, but I just gave her her meds.

All right, you can head home. I got this.

Okay.

You know where to find me if you need me.

What are we watching?

You left me.

No, Ma. I had to pull a triple.

I've been here too long.

I've... I've overstayed my welcome.

Nah. You could never overstay your welcome.

You're here to take me home.

This is home.

Don't leave me here, Reginald.

Ma...

It's Andre.

It's Dre, Mama.

Hmm.

I need to take my meds.

No, no, no. You took them.

You already took them.

You look tired.

You work too hard.

Yeah, you got that right.

It's the job.

It's what I do.

I know.

You gotta look the devil in the eye.

Yeah.

Yeah, Ma.

Well, it looks just like you said it would.

Hey, does yours smell like your beard?

It smells like your girl.

Let's go.

Who the fuck are you guys?

We're the guys that are taking your cocaine.

Not smart. You guys are gonna fucking die.

Where is it?

Freezer. Downstairs.

We need a key?

Just two of you?

You're gonna be here all night.

Yo!

Move!

That's not 30 keys.

That's 300.

Somebody fucked up.

Shut up! On your knees.

Jeez.

This stuff hasn't been cut yet.

Jackpot! Fuck yeah!

No way. We walk.

What? We walk.

Small ain't always smart.

You can help or you can watch.

This is fucking stupid.

This is fucking freedom.

Shit.

The fuck is this guy at?

He might be by the back door. Check it out.

Car back here is still running.

Back gate open.

Possible 30 in progress.

Shit. All right, we're coming in.

Stay back.

Shots fired! Shots fired! Officer down!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Officer down!

Cop! Run!

We don't want any more blood!

You don't have to kill him.

More are coming.

Drive.

Cover me.

Move the car.

8-5 Adam.

8-5 Charlie.

8-5 Charlie, you on the air?

8-5 Frank?

Any units at Mosto's, please advise.

Don't drive like an asshole.

Stop for this light.

What the fuck are you doing? I said stop.

We just fucking killed cops.

Fuck!

Central, we got multiple officers down!

Put a rush on the bus. I repeat, put a rush on the bus!

Central, notify highways, blood banks...

Emergency Adam. Main Central, show us a route.

Officers down.

Eight officers down.

Captain McKenna.

Okay, boys.

Detective Davis.

Captain McKenna runs the 8-5.

These are his boys that died tonight.

My condolences.

Thank you.

It's Andre, right?

Yes, sir.

I never met your dad, but I heard good things.

Thank you, sir.

Guys, I need you to get up.

You're sitting in my crime scene.

Come on. He's got a job to do.

It's okay, Kelly.

I heard you were with IA today.

And I'd fucking love it if you were right back there tomorrow.

If they give me cause.

"Cause"?

Here's your fucking cause right there. Okay?

You understand what I'm saying? Give me the room.

Your fucking cause times seven lying dead out in the fucking street.

Motherfuckers are giving you all the reason you need...

Mac! You're not the only one hurting here.

You're in public.

The public who never sees shit when a cop goes down.

Lower your voice.

What were their names?

Uh, yeah.

Jennifer Montgomery in the ambulance.

She's hanging on by a thread.

Massimo Adams, Charlie Cobb.

Jake Dominguez and Danny Williams.

Out on the street is Marcus Fernandez.

What?

Marcus Fernandez.

I knew Marcus.

We were at the academy together.

Out there with Marcus

is Reuben Kizer and Patrick Graham.

Just so you know...

They leave behind four wives,

one fiancée,

six kids.

Three are my godkids.

Now I'm gonna go wake them up in the middle of the night,