Chapter 3
The writers kept the script for the one hundredth episode under wraps until the last possible second to try and stop any leaks. I was at home on the second day of a three-day break when the courier delivered mine. I barely shut the door in his face before I was ripping into the manila envelope. I couldn’t wait to see what the writers had in store.
An hour later and I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut, my emotions a riotous mess. It took me a few minutes to get myself under control. The episode was structured in a series of flashbacks as well as long reminiscing monologues as we all gathered around the chief’s bedside while he clung to life. One of the flashbacks toward the end of the episode showed how we’d gotten to that point; a disgruntled ex-con stormed into the precinct
