- [Chirping, Quacking] - [Young Jarod] It's not working.
The white duck isn't accepting the mallard as part of her family.
Conclusion?
The family bond is a primal impulse.
- It's unbreakable. - Very good, Jarod.
- [Quacking] - My family's gone, Sydney.
If I ever left here, would anybody want me?
- What is this place? - I got your back, Miss Parker.
Looks like Monkey Boy had some time on his hands.
Oh. "Urban Combat Basics...
The Best of Enemy Neutralization, Hand-To-Hand Combat and You."
- Our little egghead's turning into a regular weekend warrior. - You shot me.
- In the head. - You never looked better.
[Miss Parker] Something you want to share with us, Syd?
Syd?
- Syd, you all right? - Oh, yeah.
All clear.
[Scoffs]
What is this, testosterone headquarters?
What do you think all this means?
Well, it looks likeJarod is preparing to go to war.
[Woman Whimpering]
You better hope hubby shows with the ransom.
Quiet.
- See anything? - I don't see nothin'.
- No cops? - Just hustlers and crackheads.
- [Whimpering] - I think we're gonna be okay.
- Grab the door.! Check the bedroom.! - Go, go, go.!
- Police! Freeze! - Down! Down!
- Up against the wall.! - Check the hallway.!
Set it up.! Clear it.!
My name is Jarod. You're going to be just fine.
Central, this is T-14. Two male suspects in custody.
[Sobbing]
[Man Narrating] There are Pretenders among us.
[Jarod] I was taken from my family.
Thirty-six hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.
How many people died because of what I thought up?
Since I broke out, I've spent every moment searching for my past.
[Miss Parker] He's a Pretender-
A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.
- The Centre wants him alive. - Preferably.
[Miss Parker] He defends the weak and abused.
Life's a gift.
- You a doctor? - I am today.
Jarod. Nice work last night, partner.
No shots, no casualties. SWAT loves pitching shutouts.
Well, it's a pleasure to be here, Sergeant Stephens.
It's an honor to be part of the T-14 Squad.
Although, I'm still trying to figure out what the "T'"stands for.
"Ten-to-life," if you ask the losers in city lockup.
- "Turbo," if you ask the chief. - Turbo Squad.
- We're a well-oiled machine.
- Based on your moves last night, you'll fit in just fine. - Amen.
I heard about the shooting incident.
Lieutenant Lange is gonna be a tough act to follow.
Dan was a hell of a guy. He's gonna be missed.
That cop killer better hope I don't find his worthless ass. That's all I got to say.
Well, these precinct picnics used to be all kinds of fun...
before all this bitching and moaning.
Tracking another hot lead, Detective?
You guys are making Lange out to be some sort ofhero. Truth is, he was a fool.
- Take it someplace else. - Truth hurts, huh, Stephens?
- No. This does. - Hey, come on! Take it easy, all right?
- Hey. Hey. - Why do you keep defending this guy?
He threw himself in between the shooter and his partner! He was a good cop!
Lange was a hot dog, all right? And it got him killed.
Just a- Cody. Cody, honey?
[Stephens] Right in front of Lange's kids. That was nice.
- That was really nice. - I didn't know.
It's gonna be all right.
Je t'aime. Ah, Michelle.
- I love you too. - [Door Opens]
Hey, Sydney.
Routine scans from last week.
You okay, Sydney?
- Broots, can I trust you? - Absolutely.
I told you about the dream I keep having about Miss Parker, didn't I?
Hmm. I need your help to find a person.
Her name is Michelle Lucca.
Okay.
This is everything I remember about her.
Broots, this is important to me.
Please be discreet.
Okay, Sydney. You know you can count on me.
Hate to break up the coffee klatch, but Broots is needed on Sublevel 5 right away.
- Oh, okay. Duty calls. - [Sydney Chuckles]
- Everything okay, Syd? - Fine, Miss Parker. Fine.
- In a hurry, Broots? - Oh, hi.
What?
I want the paper Sydney gave you.
- You were listening at the door? - It was an accident.
Call a cop. The paper?
"Michelle Lucca"?
- [Broots Sighs] - Hmm.
Dr. Pavlov's been drooling ever since he found that note from Jarod.
Do exactly what Sydney asked.
Okay.
If Sydney's protecting Jarod for some reason, I need to know about it.
- You got it? - Yeah.
Oh, and Broots?
I can't wait to hear about that dream of yours.
[Stephens] And we're clear.
What the hell were you shooting at, Mooney? Cleveland?
You okay?
Yeah.
[Panting] I need some air.
What's with him?
I don't know.
Nice choice of simulation scenario there, Jarod.
Well, simulations are sort of my specialty.
You and Cooke, you showed some stellar shooting.
Just backing up the team.
- What's up? - I really dropped the ball back there.
Well, maybe the simulation was a little too close to home.
Maybe it reminded you of the day you got shot. The day Dan Lange was killed.
- It's only been two weeks. - It was like I was living it again.
Like I could hear the rounds goin' off, Lange screaming, the pain cutting into my leg.
Classic symptoms of post-traumatic stress. Have you talked to someone?
Well, I'm doin' mandatory sessions with the department shrink.
I just can't get it out of my head.
Stress can be triggered by a number of factors-
anger, fear, guilt.
- Guilt? - About how Dan Lange died to save your life.
Look, your physical wounds are healing.
Maybe it's time you started dealing with your emotional ones.
They'll heal when I catch the man who murdered my partner.
We run these simulations to hone our tactical skills.
The same thing can work for healing emotions.
[Mooney] We got a call about a botched bank robbery.
The suspect drove three blocks, abandoned his car, and he broke into the roller rink.
Lange and I made entry there, just behind those lockers.
We moved toward the bleachers, but we were pinned by gunfire coming from the box...
up there.
I had Lange's flank, but then I was hit in the leg and went down.
Dan stood between me and the shooter andjust kept firing.
It sounded like we were in the middle of a war.
Stephens and Cooke had taken up cover positions over there.
- You could see them? - I didn't have to.
It's standard tactical procedure.
Anyway, the next thing I knew, Lange was shot and went down.
That's when I saw the shooter. He stood up in the light.
White male, six feet, athletic build, goatee and a baseball cap.
Son of a bitch knew what he was doin'too.
They found a pile of M1.32 shell casings.
Armor-piercing rounds.
Cop killers.
Tore through Lange's vest like paper.
They call us the Turbo Squad.
Pistons in the same engine.
But if we don't fire at the right time, that engine breaks down.
People die.
- [Miss Parker] Anything on Michelle Lucca? - [Broots] No, on Michelle Lucca.
Yes, on Michelle Lucca Stamatis.
Married and living in New York state.
- But that's not the screwy part. - Why doesn't that surprise me?
Well, there's absolutely no record of- of a Michelle Lucca...
ever having existed before moving to Albany in 1974.
No driver's license, no birth certificate, nothing.
Broots, look deeper.
Now, you can give Sydney her address but nothing else.
We need to find that note Jarod left for Sydney in that cabin.
Well, I'm- I'm sure he hid it pretty well.
You haven't seen it, have you, Broots?
No way. No.
Miss Parker, uh...
- this woman obviously means a lot to Sydney. - Your point?
Whatever happened to respecting someone's privacy?
Look, I know how much you care about Sydney.
Hell, the old goat's even grown on me a little.
- [Both Chuckling] - But this might have something to do with Jarod.
And that is what's important. Hmm?
[Siren Blaring]
[Female Dispatcher] This is Central Dispatch to T-14.
Suspects have entered the roller rink at 21 Bay Shore Road.
Assume armed and dangerous. Over.
This is Lange. Officer Mooney and I have entered the building.
Officer Stephens and Cooke have taken flank position. Over.
[Dispatcher] Copy entry. We'll keep this channel open, T-14. Over.
[Gunshots]
- Request immediate backup.! Officer down.! - Repeat, 14?
- [Gunshots] - [Mooney] Lange's been hit.!
Officer down.! Officer down.!
[Dispatcher] Copy. Officer down. Backup en route. Over.
- [Static] - Respond, T-14. Over.
Officer Lange, please respond.
Officer Lange, this is Dispatch. Please respond.
This is Lange. I'm hit. l- I can't feel my legs.
[Dispatcher] Daniel, talk to me. Stay with me. The ambulance is on the way.
- Liz, I'm cold. I'm so cold. - Daniel, stay with me.
Liz, tell my boys, tell Jordan and Cody, Dad loves them.
You can tell them that yourself, Daniel. Just hang on.
- [Static] - Daniel? Oh, my God.
[Children Chattering]
[Girl] You want to ride with me?
[Male Dispatcher] 1937 Davidson.
1937 Davidson Avenue.
Uh, see a complaint in Apartment 3-H, as in Henry.
[Liz] Daniel, stay with me.
[Lange] Liz, tell my boys, tell Jordan and Cody, Dad loves them.
[Female Dispatcher, Indistinct]
Ceramic figurines with vegetation for hair. Hmm.
- Chia Pets. - Pets?
Yeah. I've never had much of a green thumb, and animals hate me.
It seemed like a logical solution.
Hmm. I'm Jarod.
Dan Lange's replacement.
I don't think it's possible to replace a man like Lieutenant Lange.
No.
You were working dispatch on the night Lieutenant Lange was killed.
I was the last person to speak to him.
That must have been very difficult for you...
considering how you and Dan felt about each other.
- What? - You two were in love.
I heard the dispatch tape.
I could hear it in your voice, the way you spoke to each other.
It must have been very comforting for Dan to have you there at the end.
[Liz] Daniel lost his wife just over a year ago.
Since then, it's just been him and the boys.
You were close to his sons?
Yeah. Very.
The only family they have left are Daniel's parents in Seattle.
I know they've been trying to contact them about taking custody ofJordan and Cody.
The trouble is, they've been traveling in Europe for over a month.
I'm really gonna miss those kids.
It's difficult, losing people that we love.
Yeah.
I haven't even cleaned out his locker yet.
I know it sounds silly. It- It just makes it seem so final, you know?
So real.
I don't want to forget him.
I want to do something, you know, make a difference.
I at least want to get those cop-killer bullets off the street.
Did Dan happen to mention anyone who might be supplying that type of ammunition on the street?
He did mention a man named Petrovka.
[Speaking Russian]
[Russian Continues]
[Sighs] Vladimir Petrovka...
a local Russian connected to the Moscow Mafia.
Interpol thinks he might be responsible for smuggling...
cop-killer ammunition into the States, among other things.
That's definitely him.
I remember hearing his name a lot just before Daniel made up his mind to leave the team.
Daniel was planning on leaving Turbo Squad?
Yeah. It was strange. Um, the last few weeks before the shooting...
he had become so distant, as ifhe knew something was- was gonna happen.
- That is strange. - He said he was leaving Turbo because he was burnt out.
But I think it was because of the boys.
And Jordan and Cody were the world to him.
Now they might not have anybody.
[Broots] Michelle Lucca. The more I look, the less I find.
I accessed C.I.A., F.B.I. and-
- He's not there. - Interpol files.
None of them have any record of her having ever existed prior to 1974.
So, I got to thinking...
who else could wipe out a person's past so efficiently?
[Sighs] She worked for the Centre.
Score one for Miss Parker.
She was a clinical psychologist who worked very closely with Sydney on the Pretender Project.
- She's beautiful, isn't she? - Figure out how this connects to that noteJarod left.
Uh, I'll get on this right away then.
- You're hiding something, Broots. - Uh, what?
I think you heard me.
I promised Sydney he could trust me.
- And you feel like a heel for lying to him, right? - Yes.
So, by giving me the rest of what you know...
it doesn't make you any more despicable than you already are.
- Right? - Right.
Let's go to my office.
Jordan and Cody remain withdrawn, but that's to be expected...
considering they lost their father.
I understand that the boys' grandparents might take custody.
Yeah. They're currently out of the country. We're still trying to make contact.
What happens if they're unable to take custody?
What happens to Jordan and Cody then?
Statistically, older children, particularly ones with, uh, emotional scars...
are very difficult to place.
If I were left here, would anybody want me?
That's some gear. You must be good at this game. Would you like to play?
Whatever.
- You're on SWAT. - Yes, I am.
- So, did you know our dad? - No. But I hear he was a great guy.
Do you guys remember anything strange happening before your father's accident?
- He yelled one night. - Yelled?
- At the men. - Me and Cody had gone to bed...
- and we woke up when we heard them fighting. - Did you see these men?
- No. But we could hear them. - Dad was real mad.
He kept telling them that he didn't want to be involved and that they should leave.
It was a few nights before... you know.
You okay?
Every day before he went to work...
he said nothing would happen to him.
He promised.
Cody, your father died saving another police officer.
There's nothing more heroic than that.
[Broots] This is so wrong.
Sydney should be entitled to a private life.
Keep looking.
He was poking around here when I was here before-
- I got it. - What?
Oh, God.
- Oh, Miss Parker. - Sydney, we were just-
Just looking for you because I need your report on the surveillance scans.
- I'll put them on your desk. - Thank you.
- Any news, Broots? - Almost.
Hmm.
- [Sighs] - [Door Closes]
Give me that!
Well, it's a birth certificate.
Michelle Lucca is named as the mother, but there's no one listed as the father.
Sydney?
I was in a cover position near the back bleachers with Officer Cooke when we heard gunfire.
We immediately returned the fire.
I was hit almost immediately. That's when Dan-
I mean Officer Lange- began to return fire.
The next thing I knew he was down, and I could see the shooter...
the guy with the goatee and the baseball cap, looking right at me.
It felt like the firefight lasted 20 minutes.
When we stopped firing, we heard another weapon.
It sounded like one of our MP5 nine-millimeters...
coming from the bleachers in front of us.
It felt like the firefight lasted 20 minutes.
- [Tape Rewinding] - It felt like the firefight lasted-
...felt like the firefight- ...felt like the firefight-
[Liz] I can't believe they've already reopened the roller rink.
They haven't even fixed all the damage yet.
Liz, what kind of weapons were Mooney and Lange carrying the day of the shooting?
Uh, nine-millimeter handguns.
Stephens and Cooke?
- M16 assault rifles. Standard team issue. - Right.
[Lange] We're under fire.! We're under fire.! Take cover.!
I'm hit. I can't feel my legs.
[Liz] Daniel, hang on.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you here.
Why did you ask about the weapons?
[Sighs] Because maybe Mooney and Lange didn't have a backup after all.
What are you talking about? Stephens and Cooke were right behind them.
Were they?
[Jarod] Cooke said it was a firefight.
Yeah? So?
So, if there was such a vicious exchange of gunfire...
why aren't there more bullet holes?
- And why are all these bullet holes the exact same size? - You've lost me.
An M16 slug leaves a slightly smaller bullet hole than a nine-millimeter.
It's not something you would notice unless you were looking for it.
Yet none of these bullet holes come from an assault weapon.
Stephens and Cooke, they're expert marksmen. I've seen them shoot.
That box is only 30 yards away, yet they missed their target.
- Why is that? - Are you saying they never fired at the shooter?
I'm saying that maybe...
just maybe, there was never a shooter in the first place.
Then who killed Daniel?
[Jarod] Maybe... Stephens and Cooke.
The birth certificate is from 1974 for a boy named Nicholas.
He was born about eight months after Michelle Lucca left the Centre.
I didn't think he knew what to do with that part of his anatomy.
- Now he's got a son out there. - Which is why we should leave it alone.
Give the moral shtick a rest, Broots.
I wouldn't want anyone from the Centre getting involved in my daughter's life.
- We have to back off, Miss Parker. - Mmm.
First Sydney shows some testosterone, now you.
It must be in the water.
Would you put that away?
The Centre made Michelle disappear.
Now don't- don't you think they've done enough to Sydney?
I told you. This isn't about Sydney. It's aboutJarod.
You say that. I just wonder if you believe it.
[Siren]
A voice from beyond the grave.
This is Lieutenant Daniel P. Lange, badge number 44562.
The date is March 4. The time is... 11.18 p.m.
My location is 570 Franklin Avenue.
I'm currently in observations of Officers Stephens, Cooke and Mooney...
with one Vladimir Petrovka, a known criminal with ties to the Russian mob...
and convictions on weapons and drug charges.
This is the second meeting in which I have witnessed the exchange of money.
I plan to turn these surveillance tapes over to the district attorney's office...
as soon as I've collected enough evidence.
I just hope I can stop this before anybody gets hurt.
You may have been too late, Dan.
But I won't be.
[Doorbell Rings]
Nick, you're-
[Sydney] When I returned to the Centre, your desk had been cleared out...
your projects reassigned, and your apartment was empty.
You left without a trace.
I had only this.
Je t'aime.
Michelle, if you loved me, how could you leave without saying good-bye?
Because I loved you.
I received a copy of a birth certificate.
A boy named Nicholas, born eight months after you left.
No father listed.
Michelle, am I the father?
Sydney.
Well, am I?
Do you remember that Easter weekend we spent at the cabin?
Mm-hmm.
Well, after a few weeks, uh, I got up one morning, I wasn't feeling very well...
so I made an appointment with my doctor and-
You were pregnant.
I was so excited.
For me, for us.
I rushed to Blue Cove to tell you.
When I got to the Centre, I was stopped.
By whom?
By a man that I'd never even seen before.
I don't know how, but somehow he knew about our child.
He gave me a choice, Sydney.
The Centre would relocate me...
set up a substantial trust fund for Nicholas if...
I promised never to see or speak with you again.
And... if you refused?
He said you would be in a terrible accident.
He said the Centre couldn't take a chance on you becoming distracted...
compromising your-your objectivity toward the Pretender Project.
Sydney, I was afraid.
After I left, and Nicholas was born...
I met someone.
I got married.
He raised our child as his own.
We chose never to tell him the truth.
We can tell him now.
At what cost?
He's such a bright, splendid young man with a great future.
He's going to be a teacher like you.
And he's going to be back any minute now. I have to go.
I hope you understand, Sydney.
[Sighs] At least this time we can say good-bye.
Sydney?
The inscription on the watch?
I meant it.
Forever.
- Hi. How you doing? - Good.
- This is Jeremy. - Nice to meet you.
I found this in a box of old case files.
Vladimir Petrovka.
He was arrested two years ago by-
Stephens, Cooke and Mooney?
That's when Petrovka began his relationship with the Turbo Squad.
This is before Daniel joined the team.
Petrovka got off on a technicality.
Now, Stephens and the others get paid to tip Petrovka off about raids.
Their father found out and confronted them.
That must have been the fight the boys overheard.
He was going to turn them in.
So they killed him.
It's not over, Liz.
Not yet.
Going somewhere?
I saw the birth certificate, Syd.
Michelle said the Centre threatened to have me killed...
if I ever found out about my son.
She was told to leave. They stole my life, Parker.!
Just like they stoleJarod's and Angelo's and-
Mine?
If you leave now, then you'll never find out who did this.
You're not-You're not really gonna leave, are you, Sydney?
Apparently not.
If you knew about the birth certificate, why didn't you confront me?
Everyone deserves a life.
Even you.
[Stephens] So why the hell couldn't you hit it with a.45?
[Cooke] I know you weren't talkin'about my target.
- I was talking about your target. - Oh, no, man!
- I was talking about your.45. - All right. We'll meet at the tactical range in 20.
- We'll just prove it. - All right.
[Liz] T-14. We have a confirmed sighting of a Joe Doe...
male matching description of suspect wanted in the murder of Lieutenant Daniel Lange.
21 Bay Shore Road. Shots have been fired.
That's the roller rink.
Uh, Dispatch? Dispatch, this is Sergeant Stephens.
- Did I read you correctly? - Affirmative.
Unit on scene requests SWAT intervention immediately.
Well, come on! Let's move!
Blood. Looks like our cop killer's back.
All right, we go in together this time.
- Jarod, you wait for my call! - [Mooney] What the hell's he doin'?
Forget him. Let's move. Cooke, stay with me on point. Mooney, cover our flank.
Yes, sir.!
- I don't like this. - Neither do I. Let's go!
Ready? Go!
Jarod, this is Stephens. Respond. Respond, damn it! That's an order!
- [Cooke] Where did he go? - I'll take care of him later.
Keep your eyes open.
[Siren Blaring]
Move out.
[Gunfire]
Hold your fire! It's a damn target.
- [Rock] - What is this?
He's not going down! I'm shooting straight at him!
Blanks. They're blanks! Somebody switched the ammo!
- Who the hell are you? - You know me. I'm the man each of you created.
The shooter in the baseball cap with the goatee.
The man you made up to cover for the murder of Dan Lange.
What are you talking about?
Lieutenant Lange found out about your little payoffs from Petrovka.
When he confronted you, you killed him with armor-piercing shells.
Cop killers.
It just so happens I brought some with me tonight.
[Screaming] Please! Stop!
You set up Lange, didn't you?
- It was Stephens' idea! - Shut up, Mooney.
You left two boys without a father. And for what?
- For money? - [Gunshots]
You better hope you don't miss, or we'll blow you away just like we did Lange.
- Did you get all that, Liz? - Every last word.
Forgot to switch the ammo in this one, didn't you?
What are you gonna do, Jarod? You gonna shoot me? Huh?
If I go, you go.
[Siren Blaring, Distant]
- It's over, Stephens. - [Cooke] He- He's right.
[Mooney] There's been enough killing, Stephens.
[Siren Approaching]
[Gun Hitting Floor]
You kids had a wonderful time-
- [Jarod] I'm glad they finally got ahold of Dan's parents. - [Liz] Yep.
They're gonna take the boys back to Seattle.
They seem like really nice people.
Well, Jordan and Cody, they're going to miss you.
The Langes said I could visit anytime I wanted.
I just wish they were moving closer.
I've got a lot I want to tell them about their father.
Well, you could always move there.
And do what?
It's not like they need another dispatcher in Seattle.
Well, it's funny that you should mention that.
Because I put a call into the Seattle P. D...
and it just so happens they're looking for a good person...
to fill a recently vacated switchboard position.
So, if you want the job, you start in two weeks.
Thank you.
No. Thank you.
For what?
For making sure those kids knew they had someone that cared about them.
I hear you're goin' home.
- Grandma and Grandpa have a farm. - With real horses.
Real horses? Wow.
- Listen, will you make me a promise? - What?
No matter how busy or how crazy your lives get in the future...
always remember that your dad loved you very much.
- You promise? - Promise.
Promise.
Bye.
[Miss Parker] Where's Syd? I haven't seen him all morning.
[Broots] He said he had something important to do up in Albany.
Hey, look, Miss Parker.
Don't! Back off.
Hey, look.!
[Chuckles]
It's Chia Me. A little less hair than I'm used to-
Well, like I said before, you never looked better.
[Coughs]
[Bell Chiming]
Nice job. See you next time, okay?
Erica, I was going to talk to you about Thoreau's principles.
I think your essays could be a little bit more in-depth.
Uh, maybe if you could look at the, uh, third chapter, okay?
There's nojob more important than teaching.
That's what they keep telling me.
Enjoy your life. It passes so quickly.
I'm sorry. Do I know you from somewhere?
I'm afraid you don't.
[Cell Phone Ringing]
- This is Sydney. - Did you find your son?
- Yes, I did. - Do you remember a long time ago...
- I asked you if a family would ever want me? - I do.
Well, I thought it took blood to bond people.
But I've learned it also takes something else.
It takes love.
[Beeps]
I hope you're right, Jarod.