Flashpoint

Winnie?

Winnie!

Where were you?

Just making some copies.

We need the briefing room.

- Team three's prepping a warrant. - Tell them to brief somewhere else.

- You let him get the drop on you. - I let him... I was covering you!

Hey-hey, cool it!

Winnie, those files come in?

- I'm working on it. - Winnie.

- I know! - No talking to witness officers until you've...

I heard you the first time.

- Sam! - You heard the man,

- Don't talk to witness officers. - Sam,

- You gotta listen to me. - Where you going Sam?

I'm gonna shower and go home.

- We're not done here. - Well, maybe I am.

We got a debrief.

- I got nothing to say. - It's not an option.

Get in there. Now.

- You okay? - This is a subject officer.

- Yeah, I heard you the first time. - I'm good.

Eddie, give the man your statement.

The rest of you, let's go!

Thank you.

Winnie, no one in there until this is done.

- Ok. - Winnie, the files.

- Yeah. - Come on!

The key's gonna be bringing down the stands.

A few sticks of dynamite.

You're gonna need more than dynamite.

Whatever, just get it for next week.

My guys can't do it next week.

Then get new guys.

I can't get new guys. No one wants this job.

Okay, I get it, I hear you.

A building like this, a heritage building, so beige, so square,

and so much better when my big ass tower is going right out of the middle.

Word of advice?

- Might wanna watch what you say. -Why?

This place is like a temple to these guys.

Morning.

Morning.

Tell me again the last time your guys made the finals? Refresh me.

That's not the point.

Wasn't it half century?

42 years.

Yeah, might be time to move on.

So,

you're telling me these stands are load bearing.

Help me get him outta here! Come on!

Hot call! Shots fired, Godwin Coliseum.

We got it, buddy, thanks.

How you doing?

- I've been better. - You were in there?

Yeah, I'm the, uh, demolitions supervisor.

You get a visual on the shooter?

No, but we weren't looking around. We got outta there fast

You get sense of what direction the shots came from?

No, place is huge. There's a lot of concrete, echoes. Like i said...

You were getting shot at, you weren't thinking detail.

- I know. - No, I'm sorry.

- Those the, uh, blueprints to the arena? - Yeah.

You mind?

I'll see you in there.

- This is a friggin' nightmare. - I understand sir.

How long is it gonna take to nail this guy?

- If you can tell us... - I need to get my men in there.

Sir, we're asking you again,

are you sure you can't recall any detail of where the shots came from?

I didn't see anyone all right?

Why don't you get in there and put my tax dollars to work?

- May I? - Absolutely.

- What the hell you doing? - What you can't tell us,

your wound will.

- Dammit! - small bore,

downwards strafe The shot came from somewhere high.

Which way were you facing?

- What? - Relative to the front door,

- Which way were you facing? - That way.

Okay, so west.

So the shots came from around here somewhere.

- Yup. - Thank you, sir.

Best wishes for a eedy recovery.

I've got uniforms on every door.

Nobody's been in or out. The guy's likely in there.

Could be more than one guy.

So everybody else is out of the building?

Security company says so.

There's one guard unaccounted for, but he's on end of shift.

Probably gone home, they're trying to confirm.

All right, good. Let's keep it contained.

- Jules? - Copy that.

I'm gonna find you a place to command post inside.

copy.

Eddie?

April 2nd, 1957.

You know who played here?

The Memphis Flash.

Boss, focus.

The king.

Hold-hold-hold hold-hold-hold.

Infrared sensor.

Everyone's good?

- Good. - No problem.

Same impact point, each shot.

It's rigged to go when someone walks across it.

- It's out of ammo. - Clever.

Yeah, takes a bit of know-how.

That matches the angle of the bullet wound.

That rifle's somewhere in the northeast. I'm guesng somewhere in the blues.

Okay, you and Leah check it out. Low and slow.

So, no shooter.

But we got a booby trap.

Means we may have more.

Sarge, there's a secure room, east entrance.

Some kind of VIP lounge.

Copy that. We'll command post there.

Stove Club Lounge. Players and brass only.

I always dreamed of getting in there.

Pretty open.

Yeah.

The gun's right there.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Cover me.

Jules, I got a serial number.

Great, I'll run it through the registry.

Everything you dreamed it was, wordy?

Still smell the cigars.

All right, we gotta lot of ground to cover.

Boss, what're you thinking profile-wise?

Lots of people not happy to see this place go.

So what, you shoot somebody over a building?

It's not just a building.

Besides Elvis '57, you got Winston Churchill,

the Beatles three times, 70 years of pro-hockey,

people met here, people married here.

Right, big emotional investment.

A lot of motives.

So, who's pushed far enough do something about it?

All right, i gotta get inside of that rink.

If he's set more traps that's where they're gonna be.

Where the heart beats. Go careful, eddie.

Okay, wordy, grab the ball cam.

Sam, Leah, how's your vantage?

About 80 percent.

We're almost blind on the north side.

Sarge, got a hit on the rifle.

Belongs to a Max Dykstra, downtown address.

Okay, let's send some uni's over there.

I got a guy ther on the way now.

I'm gonna try and get some more background on this guy.

You got anything on him besides the address?

No record, but he's a retired hockey player.

One year pro, 1978.

That's good news, Jules.

Eddie, we may have a line on the object.

Copy that. Wordy.

Let's see if he left us anymore surprises.

This place is massive.

And lots of shadows.

Okay, clear.

Let's move in, a foot at a time.

We're looking for laser,

trip mechanisms, wires.

Eddie, talk to me!

I'm good. Wordy?

Uh-huh, no harm.

It's live fire!

We've got an active shooter.

He's here.

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Those were targeted shots?

He's here.

He's watchng.

Sam, Leah, what do you got?

Ricochet mark on the south end. Could be above us, could be below us.

Didn't see any muzzle flash.

He's in our blind spot.

Okay, could be the catwalk, could be the gondola,

could be the grey seats, it could be the greens.

'kay, we don't see anythin on the cam.

We gotta regroup and contain,

take this piece by piece.

Sarge, the owner of the rifle...

- Yeah, Jules, what? - He was at home.

Then who's firing on my team?

It's his hunting rifle. He says someone must've stolen it.

Claims not to know that it was missing.

And you believe him?

Ex-hockey player, hockey coach,

his rifle goes missing.

You know what they call that in the police business?

- Hinky? - hinky.

Interrogate him.

Uniforms are bringing him in.

Your unit is trespassing.

Leave the building immediately.

I repeat, you are trespassing.

Leave right now.