The Bridge

I hate doing general control in the projects.

Come on. Today wasn't a bad day.

Curry. You smell that?

Yeah, Indian food.

First floor, you got jerk chicken,

chicken jambalaya, chicken enchiladas...

curry chicken.

Hey, you notice it's always chicken?

Yeah, 'cause in all those countries,

they keep chickens in the house.

They eat their own pets. What?

Yeah, yeah, seriously. I heard dog is really good.

Come on. I'm just saying that each floor, as you pass,

it's like a world tour of food.

Yeah, well, I'm just glad the elevators aren't working.

They always stink.

You know what that smell is?

Dead bodies.

What do you mean? Yeah.

When the Muerte a Todos moved in here

and took over this building,

they'd kill guys and shove them down the elevator shaft.

They found like stacks of dead bodies

on each of the roofs of the elevators.

True story.

No!

Let me go! Get up!

Police! Open up!

Police! Open the door!

Police! We're coming in!

Ugh!

Stop! Police!

Watts, get over here. The kid's hurt bad.

Is he breathing?

I don't know. I don't know. Let me check.

Dispatch, this is Bridge 32.

Dispatch, do you read?

Dispatch, do you read?

Damn things. They're useless in here.

Yeah, police emergency.

Officer Kettler, Bridge Division.

We have a child in distress.

We need an ambulance to 27037 Albert Street.

We got a pulse. Apartment 1006.

No, no, it's... it's gone.

Kettler. Yeah, yeah, it's there, it's there!

Hurry! Just s-stay with me, kid.

Okay? Just... just stay with me, all right?

Are they coming?

Yeah.

How long? They don't know.

What do you mean, "They don't know"?

What I said. They don't know.

What do you think? Do we wait?

I don't know, man.

I'm not sure I'm getting a pulse.

Yeah, yeah, it's there, it's there!

Okay, so we wait, right?

You know ambulances don't like coming down here. They're always late.

We move this kid, Division will hand us our ass.

It's protocol. We don't wait, we lose our jobs.

He's in bad shape, okay? Really bad shape!

If we don't take him, he's gonna die! I know!

I know.

So we're gonna take him!

We got to take him right now!

Get him up.

Get him up. Let's go.

Come on.

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Good night.

Ross might be getting out of prison.

Really? How's that?

One of the police department's medical examiners

has been cooking the evidence.

The, uh, the smiley one they call Dr. Feelgood?

Do you know her?

Yeah, she testified in a few cases

that Tommy and I had over in Bridge Division.

Well, evidently, she has some deep personal opinions

on who's guilty and who's innocent,

so she's been making the forensics fit the crime.

Got to be kidding me.

I wish I was.

All of her cases could end up in wrongful convictions.

Including Ross's. Yeah, Ross is definitely on the list.

She was involved in processing the evidence

in the death of his wife.

She was going to testify,

and then Ross decided to plead it out.

What's the prosecutor's office saying?

I'm getting mixed messages.

They may decide to vacate the conviction,

but then again, a cop kills his wife,

they don't like that too much,

and they might just decide to re-file.

How long before we know?

A few months, maybe a couple weeks?

Hmm.

You coming over tonight?

I got a poker game tonight.

Oh. Okay.

Well, if you change your mind...

don't change your mind... I'm going to bed early.

Good night, Abby.

Hey, did you hear about our M.E., Dr. Feelgood?

Yeah, yeah. I just heard about that.

Yeah, me too, a couple hours ago.

Frank, I got like three cases

where me and Alex used her in trial to testify on forensics.

And now they could all walk on wrongful convictions.

Yeah, I know.

She did the forensics on Ross's case, too.

Looks like he might get a "Get Out Of Jail Free" card.

Yeah? Hadn't thought of that.

Rabbi.

Hey, Rabbi.

You know what, I'll call you back when I can. Hey, what's up?

Remember Kettler and Watts? Yeah.

Found a badly injured kid in one of the apartments here.

Looked to them like somebody was beating on him.

Guy ran off before they could stop him.

Anyway, they broke protocol,

they carried the kid down the stairs,

and they drove him to the hospital.

The kid make it?

They probably saved his life, but, uh, he's in bad shape.

So, what do you need me for?

Well, you know we got a new division commander,

Caulfield, right? Mm-hmm.

He comes down to the hospital, reads them the riot act

about how they could have made the kid's injuries worse.

Now he's threatening to bring charges against them...

reckless endangerment.

I want you to talk to these guys. Yeah, of course.

So, the brass is trying to deflect,

keep the department's nose clean? Yeah, no kidding.

And you know how short-staffed we are at Bridge Division.

Yeah.

So, Caulfield sends them back here

to secure the apartment as a crime scene.

You got to be kidding me.

After all those things these guys have gone through?

I went off on the guy.

I told him, "So what? They broke protocol.

These guys are heroes!"

Hey, fellas. Hey.

Hey. Frank.

Hi. How are you? Hey, Frank.

Really appreciate you guys coming down here like this.

Yeah, no problem. Stuff like thisas got to stop.

You guys should be at home with your kids.

Yeah. Yeah, speaking of which, how is the kid? Any change?

We don't know yet.

I called Tommy. He's staying on top of it.

All right.

I'll show you.

This is the apartment here.

You guys been back in yet?

No. Looking for the super first, see who pays the rent.

Did you find him? No.

So, you guys find a hurt kid.

And then what? You call an ambulance?

Yeah. You know how that goes.

Won't even come into the projects

without a police escort.

And even if you can get one, it's usually gonna be late.

Yeah, I know. It's a real problem.

What were you guys doing here in the first place?

You tell him. I'm gonna have a look around.

Well, usual tour.

Guy flags us down, says there's a domestic on 10.

Elevators are busted, so by the time

we get up here and have the domestic,

the boyfriend's already split.

And the girlfriend's high, so she doesn't want

to make a big deal of getting whacked around.

Anyway, we're leaving,

and that's when we hear this kid, right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on a second.

Drop the gun, lady!

Where's my son?

Put the gun down! Do it now!

Give me the gun. Shoot her!

I want my son.

Put the gun down. I'm not telling you again!

Put it down!

Shoot her! I'm taking the shot.

No, don't take the shot. I know her.

She's a crackhead whore.

She used to be my C.I. Just give me a minute.

Where is he? I want my son.

Get back! Police business! Get back in your homes now!

You son of a bitch cops! What did you do to him?!

Cathy, you don't put down that gun,

I'm gonna tell these guys to shoot you.

Frank? Cathy! Are you high?