Body of Proof (2011–2013): Season 2, Episode 12 - Shades of Blue - full transcript

Oh, my God.

Are you crazy? I
could've killed you.

Get the hell out of here.

What the hell?

Brought you some coffee.

Figured I wasn't the
only one who could use it.

Well, thank you, partner.

Well, at least we
didn't dress alike.

Well, I thought about that,

but plum doesn't
really work for me.

Where's Bud?



Oh, he's running behind.

Jeannie's having a bad
case of morning sickness.

Just tell him to stay home.

It's just one dealer
doing another.

And you know that why?

I'm guessing because we worked
this area a lot longer than you.

Ah. Actually, he's right.

No one comes down here
except for dealers and addicts.

Well, he certainly wasn't
dumped here. Any ID?

Oh, yeah, driver's license.

Johnny Vasquez,
age 37, from Camden.

Did you see that
sawdust on his boots?

Yeah. We're canvassing the
area for construction sites now.

Muzzle imprint,
stellate laceration,



powder burns around
the entry wound.

And we have a...

white gold charm with
a number three on it.

And a New York phone number.

Hard contact penetrating
gunshot wound.

This was an execution.

The bullet fragmented
upon impact.

That helps explain
raccooning of the eyes.

Ballistics is gonna have
a field day with this one.

I have a small laceration

in the mid knuckle
of the right hand.

Looks inflamed.

Maybe he put up a fight?

Not last night. That's
a couple days old.

Detective, no food or
drink, you know that.

How's Jeannie? Feeling better?

If by better you mean exhausted

and peeing all the
time, she's great.

Is she drinking a lot of fluids?

Orange juice. Two gallons a day.

Weight gain?

You trying to get me killed?

Can we stick to the
business at hand?

He has receding gums,

which suggests
chronic drug abuse.

Help me roll him.

Ahem, he is a drug dealer,

that much we know.

Spent some time in
prison, currently on parole.

Some kind of white powder

on his posterior neck.

Looks like some hairs. - Hmm.

Three of them.

Well, since he's so
follicularly challenged

I would assume that the
hairs are from the killer, right?

Now, let me guess.

You want me to
run that to the lab,

put it through CODIS, right?

Thank you.

I told you, detective.

How do you women do it?

How do we do what?

Survive pregnancy.

There are days
that Jeannie would

trade places with this guy.

Well, hopefully she
has a good partner.

So crime lab say

that the sawdust found
on Vasquez's boots

is not natural, it's compressed.

And that is interesting how?

You obviously don't
spend time in dive bars.

They use sawdust to
clean up spilled beer.

I know at least two
near the crime scene.

Excuse me.

You know Johnny Vasquez?

Yeah, he's the bar manager.

He should be in around noon.

Afraid he won't be. Johnny
was murdered last night.

Oh, my God. Look at me.

Your eyes are glassy,
your pupils are dilated.

You're high, aren't you? No.

Was Johnny your dealer?

Johnny's really
dead? It hurts, I know.

Now you're gonna
have to find another one.

Johnny looked after me.

He was going to
introduce me to this guy

that he knew in
the music business.

Start my career.

Um, I sing, you know?
Sublimely, I'm sure.

Now who else was he supplying?

I don't know
anything about that.

Yeah, all right.

Look, I'll tell you what.

Why don't you give us the
names of everyone you know

that had dealings with
Johnny, and we won't arrest you.

Prison records show

that the wrist fracture was
from a fight nine months ago

just before he got out.

Autopsy was unremarkable.
This guy was no drug addict.

Which is weird,
because prelim tox results

were positive for cannabis,

cocaine metabolites
and methadone.

Methadone to kick a
heroin habit he didn't have?

Check out this white
powder on his neck.

It's a mixture of magnesium
oxide and cornstarch.

It's used in latex gloves
to prevent stickiness.

Gentlemen, we have a puzzle.

A drug dealer with
drugs in his system

who didn't abuse drugs.

Look, I've been trying to
get hold of his parole officer.

Maybe that'll shed some light.

Yeah.

Charlie. The Boy Wonder.

How long has it
been, huh? Too long.

Look at you in
your cushy office.

Yeah, well, you know.

You don't miss mold
and peeling paint?

Well, I don't miss
being shot either.

Should've ducked, partner.

I told you that
banger was our man.

So, uh, you like it here?

You're stalling.

Did you call the Parole Office
about a Johnny Vasquez?

I don't believe my partner
from the police force.

This is Charlie Meeks.

Nice to meet you.

I wish I could say the same.

Charlie may know the victim.

We already have an ID.
His name is Johnny Vasquez.

Johnny Vasquez
was his cover name.

His real name is Eddie
Castillo. He was my partner.

He's a cop.

Okay, listen up.

Eddie Castillo was my partner.

No one's going home,
no texting your mother

until we find
whoever killed Eddie.

Medical Examiner's
Office informs us

we're looking for somebody
with dark brown hair

probably near the docklands.

Anything you need to
nail this guy, you got it.

Captain says so.

So come on, let's go.
We're bringing this guy down.

Come on!

Your troops seem a
little hopped up out there.

Eddie was a good
man, a good cop.

I think what she's trying to
say is, emotions are high.

You may want to remind
your men to follow procedure.

We know how to do our job.

How can I help you do yours?

Answer some questions.

I assume, as part of his cover,

that Detective Castillo
had to take drugs?

Because we found
several in his system.

He would do anything
to maintain his cover.

He even did a stint in prison
to build up his street cred.

What was Eddie investigating?

Someone was
extorting the docklands.

They're using
low-level drug dealers

to shake down bars, restaurants,
even high-level dealers.

Eddie set himself up as a mark.

Apparently a little too well.

Ballistics is still
working on the bullet.

It goes without saying
this is our top priority.

Anything new on our end,
you'll be the first to know.

Thank you.

Get anywhere with that number?

It's just an answering machine

but it does belong to a
Ray Jones, music producer.

So our poor torch
singer did have a fan.

Maybe.

Baker. Lopez, that
better not be my OJ.

You got four gallons in there.

It is for the wife. Put it away.

Put it away. Jeez, Louise.

Greedy, you think?

A unit responded to a call
from the Wonderland Bar.

Seems like our torch singer
just tried to rob the place.

So, Kirsten, where
were you going?

Officers said you had
your bags packed in the car,

tank full of gas.

You're the ones who forced
me to dime out Johnny's contacts.

You think I'm
gonna stick around?

But first, a quick stop
to rob your employer.

See, this is what
we call a telling act.

You need money, you
steal. You need drugs...

You think I killed Johnny?

Well, I can't say
it would shock us.

Johnny said he had a
friend in the music business

who would listen to my demo.

I didn't go in there
to steal. I just...

When I saw the money,

I thought it would
help me get out of here.

Start fresh, you know?

I couldn't help myself.

I always knew this
day would come.

Must have been very difficult,
living with the constant stress.

It was just the opposite.

It was the most
liberating relationship

I've ever been in.

Nothing got swept under the rug.

We both knew that every
day together could be our last.

Did he ever talk about his work?

The undercover stuff? No.

Police gossip, I got an earful.

Especially about Meeks.

With all his
womanizing and drinking

I always thought he'd be
the one to walk into a bullet.

Mrs. Castillo, we're
trying to sort out

which of our findings

are part of Eddie's
covers and which weren't.

We have some prison records

that say that he broke
his wrist in a prison fight.

Is that true? No.

He broke it on our
first trip together,

snowboarding in the Poconos.

Doctors put him in a cast

and he was back
out on the slopes.

To be with me.

We also found a white gold charm

in one of Eddie's pockets

with a number three on it.

My anniversary present.

We were supposed to have
dinner, but he never showed.

I think a part of me
knew at that moment.

Can I have my
anniversary present?

They're sending me to
a hotel for my protection.

I don't know how long
I'm gonna be there for.

I'd really like to have it.

I'm very sorry, it's
still in police evidence.

But we'll get it to you
as soon as we can.

Okay.

Okay, check this out.

There's an irregular fragment

of foreign material in
the knuckle laceration.

And it's not biological.

You know how your
case ends, right?

Yeah, we catch a cop killer.

Mm-mm. Unemployment.

For me? For all of us.

A cop-killer case? This
is a lose-lose situation.

One tiny thing goes wrong
and whose heads are gonna roll?

Don't let anything
go wrong. Hmph.

What about the
hairs on the body?

You got anything yet?

Yeah. CODIS matched it

to a Quentin Whitsett.

Two-time felon.

Okay. Here's a thought.

Next time you ID a
cop killer, lead with that.

Quentin Whitsett,
that son of a bitch.

I take it you know
the man? Yeah.

What kind of history
you got with this guy?

I busted him for
possession six months ago.

He filed harassment charges.

That's why I don't want
you anywhere near him.

Captain, he executed my partner.

There is no way I'm not going.

Okay, as backup. SWAT
has tactical command.

You take whoever you
need, but you bring him in.

Thought we'd
already ID'd Whitsett.

We did.

But hair has a
nutritional timeline

that shows relative health,
sickness, and drug use.

So?

Curtis, you still have
those records up?

According to his parole records,
Whitsett wasn't doing drugs.

As of the last one
three weeks ago,

he tested negative 25 times.

So how come this hair
sample tested positive

for chronic drug use?

Here's another question for you.

Does it strike
anyone else as odd

that all three hairs are
1.5 inches in length?

That's the sample
size the crime lab uses.

I knew this case
was trouble. I told you.

Wait, you're saying that...
They're Whitsett's hairs

but they had to have come from
police evidence in a prior case.

And the last time that
Whitsett was busted

was six months ago.

Arresting officer,
Charlie Meeks.

No way. You seriously think
that Charlie is framing Whitsett

for his partner's murder?
I think someone is.

And the police are about
to bust down Whitsett's door.

If one of them's behind this

what do you think
the chances are

that Whitsett's gonna survive?

All right, let's go.

Baker. Do you have Whitsett yet?

They're about to
take him down now.

Call it off.

What? He's being
framed. Call it off.

What's going on? Peter
says call off the bust.

We can't call it off.

They're about to take
the door right now.

Whitsett's being
framed by a cop.

Meeks. Where is Meeks?

You're a dead man.

Put the gun down!

Put the gun down now!

He killed my partner!

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Shut up. WHITSETT:
I didn't do anything!

Shut up!

You're not walking away!

Get this guy off of me!

Stand down! No!

This piece of
trash killed Eddie.

We don't want to
lose another cop!

- Put the gun down!
- We got a gun.

Same caliber. That's not my gun.

Shut up! Please don't shoot.

Detective Meeks,
we will take you out.

I appreciate that you're upset.
- Upset?

We're lucky no one got shot.

And where the
hell do you get off

interrupting a
tactical operation?

Hi. My idea.

Our evidence was compelling.

And as I understand it,

your tactical
operation went to hell

when Meeks decided
to play cowboy.

I put Meeks on leave.

But as for your
compelling evidence,

every hair 1.5 inches
automatically came from our lab?

I don't think so.

The hair tested
positive for cocaine

and yet your own parole reports

have Whitsett clean
as of three weeks ago.

He could've gotten a
haircut six months ago

and on the night of the
murder, put on the same hat,

or jacket, whatever.

Nothing you have said
exonerates this jerk.

Fresh sample might.

Mr. Whitsett, I would not
wanna be you right now.

The police think you
killed an undercover cop.

Someone's setting me
up. I didn't kill anybody.

Your hair was found on the body,

and it tested
positive for cocaine.

Well, it can't be.

I haven't done drugs
since I got busted.

Meeks. That son of a bitch.

He feels the same way about you.

He's trying to frame
me. I didn't kill no cop.

Then give me a hair sample.

Lady, you can take
as many as you want.

Thank you, that'll do it.

So, Bud, when am I
gonna meet the wife?

I'm sorry?

Jeannie. Bring her
by the office tomorrow.

Why? What's wrong? Is
there something wrong?

Nothing's wrong.
Just wanna meet her.

What do you got?

Hey, you remember
that black foreign material

we found in the knuckle
laceration? It's gold.

What is gold doing
in a knuckle wound?

Could be gold used
in restorative dentistry.

- Wait, he hit a dentist?
- No, fool.

He hit somebody in the
mouth who had a loose filling.

If there's native
tooth in that sample,

we can get DNA.

Ed didn't fight
off his attacker.

Well, then who'd he fight?

His partner.

You really think
this is right place

to get your head on straight?

I'm on leave.

No weapon, no danger to anyone.

Well, until you start swinging

like Eddie swung
at you recently.

How the hell do
you know about that?

Do you remember that filling

that I knocked
out of your fat head

the first month
working together?

We found a
fragment of gold filling

embedded in Eddie's knuckle.

If they get any DNA
back that matches you,

congratulations, you're
our prime suspect.

I wondered what happened to
it. Any chance I can get it back?

I will knock you out myself
if you don't start talking.

Exactly.

Because that's what partners do.

They knock sense into
each other when they need it.

That's what I was trying to do.

Or is that what Eddie was doing,

knocking some sense into you?

I mean, you've always
been a hard charger, Charlie.

Are you into something
over your head or what?

You really think I had
something to do with this?

Eddie was supposed to check
in with me every couple of weeks.

He started blowing off meetings
and I was scared for him.

I mean, he was really burning
the candle at both ends.

Thought he was
taking too many risks

getting in with these people,

but he swore he
was onto something.

And he wouldn't tell you what?

Yeah, well, we were
supposed to meet,

but he got shot in the head.

Wait a second. You
were in the area last night?

I was waiting in my
car about 5 miles away.

With no alibi for the shooting?

How about my word?

Or does that not count
with you anymore?

Ethan tied the gold
filling fragment to Meeks,

but since you already know that

I'm just wondering why I
didn't hear about it from you.

I wanted to talk
to my partner first.

I'm your partner.

He's your ex-partner.

And his partner is lying
in a refrigerated drawer.

Charlie didn't kill him. Why?

Because he says so?

I spent six years
putting my life daily.

So, yeah, because he says so.

I know he didn't
do it. No, you don't.

Get your emotions out of this.

If you go after Meeks,

I can't be with you
on this one, I'm sorry.

It's not about
divided loyalties.

You work for me.
Not on this one.

I've noticed you have a knack

for rubbing people
the wrong way.

And I've noticed
that you have got

something wrong
with your department.

The gun is a match,
I will give you that.

But don't you think it's odd

that the only evidence
that wasn't planted

on Eddie's body was the
gold filling from his knuckle,

and that belongs to Meeks?

So now Meeks
planted the gun too?

You said it yourself, someone's
extorting the docklands.

Somebody that you
can't ID or get close to.

And you think it's Meeks?

Well, I've known
the man for 15 years.

He's many things, but a
dirty cop isn't one of them.

Okay, fine, let
me prove his story.

Let me examine
the murder weapon.

You were copied on the
crime lab report, weren't you?

Oh, I am asking you to take
the tiniest leap of imagination

and all you want to do is
pin it on Whitsett. Hmm.

I'm beginning to wonder why.

Well, I'm beginning to
wonder what that guy said

when you were running
your fingers through his hair

making you want to
stick your neck out.

I didn't say he was a good guy.

I just said that you
do not have enough.

Well, I don't agree,
and neither does the DA.

Whitsett's being
arraigned as we speak.

Fine.

Then I am recommending

mandatory drug tests
for the entire department.

What drug tests? This
is a drug-related case.

An undercover officer posing
as a drug dealer was murdered.

Police evidence
from a prior drug bust

was planted to frame a suspect.

So every one of your
people agrees to be tested

or Internal Affairs
will make them.

Please tell me you
did not just threaten

an entire Homicide squad
with mandatory drug testing?

They wouldn't let
me see the weapon.

You just alienated
the only people

who could make that happen.

You don't think Internal
Affairs will take our side?

We don't have a side.

If you have to have
the gun, you send Peter.

I'm sure his standing
over there is a lot better

than yours at the moment.

Peter and I are not quite
seeing eye to eye on this one.

Peter.

Do I understand correctly
you're refusing to work this case?

Would you do an
autopsy on a friend?

I'd prefer not to.

Well, that's what you're
asking me to do to Meeks.

And if there were evidence
proving that he was innocent,

would you go after it?

Of course. Good.

Get the weapon from
the police so we can test it.

Test it to prove what?
That Meeks planted it?

Peter, I'm not asking.

You're either on our
team or you're not.

Frankly, I'm okay with
whichever choice you make,

but you're gonna make it. Now.

Dr. Megan Hunt, this
my wife, Jeannie Morris.

I have heard so much
about you. Oh, really?

Don't worry, I've known
Buddy long enough to know

who he likes and who he doesn't,

even though he
complains about both.

Well, it is very nice to
finally meet you. Please sit.

There's more? Oh, relax.

We'll talk about you
another time, Bud.

Jeannie, if it's
all right with you,

I would like to
give you a spot test

for your blood sugar level.

Uh, sure. Why?

Well, Bud has mentioned
some of the difficulties

that you've been having.

And I'm sure you're being
monitored by your own doctor,

but have you been tested
for gestational diabetes yet?

Um, it's scheduled
for my next visit.

Put pressure on that.

Well, I didn't want to alarm
Bud or you unnecessarily...

but your level is high.

So you need to make
that next visit tomorrow.

I'll give you this later.

Peter Dunlop.

A fool's errand is beneath you.

And not cooperating
is beneath you, sir.

You know what I think?

I think you shouldn't
have left the force.

Ever think about coming
back, I can make that happen.

No, thanks.

She must be something
special, this Dr. Hunt.

What do you mean?

Well, you can't be
there for the work.

Staring at dead
bodies all day isn't you.

Staring at her,
on the other hand,

you know, that I can understand.

What it is that you really
want to ask me, captain?

You want his gun?

Tell me about Megan Hunt.

As requested.

Thank you.

And you didn't
have to send Kate.

I didn't.

But now that I know,

I wish you'd changed
your mind yourself.

You want to know who Charlie is?

Sure.

We were investigating
a gang murder.

We went to interview
the suspect's wife

and the kids are
out the front crying,

and I say to her:

"When was the last time
you saw your husband?"

And then from the garage
comes this guy with a 9 mm Glock.

And I take one in the
shoulder, but Charlie, he just...

He stands there, toe to toe,
and he takes this guy out.

I have not changed
my mind about anything.

Fire in the hole!

Ow! Ow.

Dr. Hunt, are you okay?

What happened?

The gun bit me.

It's called Beretta bite.

If you're not familiar
with how to handle it,

the slide can give
you a nasty cut.

That's good.

Maybe it bit our killer too.

Crime lab went over this
gun and found nothing.

I didn't see anything
in that report

about an ultrasonic
alcohol bath.

Hey, and then

maybe we can get our
neutron phase analyzers

to create a 3D hologram
of the actual event. I mean...

Forgive him. Three
double espressos.

Caffeine calms
me. It's not working.

The ultrasound would lift any
residual biological material,

including yours.

Good evening, doctors.

Sorry for interruption,

but here's a little gift
from the boys in blue.

In spirit of cooperation, we
pooled our urine samples.

Oh, my God! Congratulations.

Pissing off an entire
law enforcement agency.

We'll let you get
back to work now.

Gonna let you handle this one.

Departments at war?
Somebody's going down.

How's Ethan doing?

Well, he won't be welcomed
back to the lab for a while.

That bottle had a whole
witch's brew of caffeine,

mood elevators and
anti-depressants.

But no illegal drugs.

There's nothing from
the alcohol bath either

except for my own
blood and epithelials.

I was thinking about that.

The lab report says the
gun was boxed at the scene

and Ballistics will return
the gun to same box

to maintain chain of custody.

So the box is...
Is also evidence.

Relax, superwoman. I
already beat you to it.

Please tell me you found
something in that box.

A minute piece of latex.

It must have gotten caught
in the slide of the gun.

We're running it
now for biologicals.

This is pretty
damn good, Curtis.

Who's your daddy?

I don't get it. Did
somebody bail me out?

Unexpectedly, the
charges were dropped.

So I'm free to go? BAKER: Yeah.

But there's something
you should know

before you leave.

Johnny wasn't who
you thought he was.

His real name
was Eddie Castillo.

He was an undercover cop.

A cop?

I don't believe it.

He was lying to
me the whole time.

Not about everything.

This is the number
you were looking for.

Eddie had it on
him when he died.

The name is Ray Jones.

He heard your demo tape.

He liked it.

He's expecting your phone call,

if you can get clean.

These people
might be able to help.

Oh, my God, seriously?

Johnny.

He should be here for this.

I'll never get to
tell him thank you.

Actually, you
can if you want to.

First, a cop killer.
Now a dirty cop?

It's making me nervous. Nervous?

You know, try walking a urine
sample the size of a Big Gulp

down to the toxicology
lab, then we'll talk nervous.

Anything on the piece
of latex from the gun?

We found DNA,

but it was heavily degraded,
and only a partial profile

so we can't match
it exactly to Meeks.

I thought that we find data,
and then draw conclusions.

What he meant was there's
no way to exclude Meeks

unless he does something
I'm not asking him to.

What is that? Give
us a blood sample.

So we could run a
full, fresh DNA profile.

Please?

I don't understand
how this helps.

Detective Meeks,

if you unraveled the
double helix ladder

it would stretch from
here to the moon and back

over 300 times.

However, the DNA that
we found in the gun box

has just a few rungs.

We need the whole
ladder to find a match.

Well, are those few rungs
of DNA you found in the box

unique enough to
match only one person?

That is a very astute question.

And the short answer is yes.

Peter?

Trust me.

Okay.

Come on, let's do it.

So let me get this straight.

You trust him, but
you don't trust me?

When that test
comes back negative,

what are you gonna say?

That I followed the evidence

where it led me with no apology.

Where's that gotten
you? Nowhere.

All we're doing is
ruling people out.

At least I'm still trying.

Oh, okay, Megan,
maybe I deserved that.

But it's a big city and
whoever this guy is

we're not gonna get him
through a process of elimination.

Bud, thank you so much

for the collective urine
sample from the precinct.

Yours was particularly potent.

I had nothing to do with that.

I thought it was sick
joke, and I told them so.

Right.

I just came by to thank
you for talking to Jeannie.

The doctor says she does
have gestational diabetes

and that it's
manageable with diet.

Oh, she'll be fine, she
just needs a little TLC.

Yeah, well, I owe you.

There is something
you can do for me.

You're not gonna like it.

You wanted to see me?

Close the door.

I just wanna know
where your head is.

I brought you the
gun like you asked.

And?

Sometimes I wanna
strangle Megan.

I know the feeling,
believe me. Ahem.

But I have never once doubted
her commitment to this job.

And I hope I never
doubt yours again.

Whitsett. I don't care
what the damn M.E. says,

you got it.

Hey. Speaking of.

What's going on?

Did the test come
back? I'm cleared, right?

Charlie Meeks,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Eddie Castillo.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law. Set me up.

You have the
right to an attorney.

If you cannot
afford an attorney...

I didn't kill Eddie!

He was my partner.

Do you understand these rights?

I didn't do it.

I don't need to tell you the
seriousness of the charges

that Meeks is facing,

or the trouble it's gonna
be for this department.

What I need from each
of you is a statement

describing Meeks'
involvement in this case.

If you have no knowledge
of his involvement

I need you to write that
down and sign your name.

If you were at the crime scene,

if you were at the raid at
Quentin Whitsett's house,

or you engaged Detective Meeks

in a conversation
about this case

then you need to write that
down and sign your name.

We'll do this one at a time
in the interrogation room.

What the hell are you doing?

You couldn't at least
give me a heads up?

It was your idea. My idea?

What, to arrest
Charlie for murder?

Peter. What?

Trust me.

Check out the monitor.

They're signing
statements. So what?

Process of elimination.

We bust Meeks to sell the idea
we need everyone's statements

then bring them in, make
them sign before the camera.

What are you looking
for? Beretta bite.

And you were
right about Charlie.

His DNA did not match
the fragment from the gun.

But it's gotta
belong to somebody.

Signed, sealed, delivered.

I was just hoping it wasn't
gonna be from one of us.

Not so fast, detective.

What? It's all there, captain.

You left out the part
about killing Eddie Castillo.

You son of a bitch.
You're the dirty cop.

You're a disgrace.

Captain, come on, this is crazy.

You thought you
were being so careful

by wearing rubber gloves,

but when you planted
Whitsett's hairs on Eddie's neck

you left a trace of cornstarch.

And you failed to familiarize
yourself with the gun

before you shot him in the head,

that's how you got
the mark on your hand.

I pinched it in a door.

I don't think so.

We have a DNA
fragment on the gun box.

A fragment?

You can always give us
a full sample if you like.

I don't think so.

You know what really bugs me?

Guys who don't clean up after
themselves in the break room

leaving unwashed
glasses with their DNA on it

still lying around.

I bet you're sorry you stole
my wife's OJ now, right?

Get him out of here.

Hey, Jeannie.

So this is dinner?

Oh, no, come on. Don't cry.

You know, I...

I love beans. I just love them.

Don't worry about it.

First the genetic counselors
scare you to death

with the things that could
go wrong with the baby

and now there's
something wrong with me.

I am stressed out.

I'm practically useless at work.

And now I get to spend
the next four months

praying to God I don't
deliver prematurely.

This was supposed to be,
like, this fresh start for us

and instead it's nine horrifying
months of dodging bullets

and I don't want to
put this on you, but...

But you're going to, so...

Every day you walk out that door

I am waiting for
the same phone call

that Eddie Castillo's wife got.

Sometimes, you know, I wondered
how well I knew the real Eddie

when he was so good at
pretending to be someone else.

But then I'd catch a
look, see him smile,

watch him sleep, and
I'd feel his essence.

But I don't feel anything now.

He really is dead.

There is a poet named
Thomas Campbell who said:

"To live in hearts we
leave behind is not to die."

Here's your anniversary present.

I'm going to miss you so much.

Thank you for believing in me.

Always.

I'll be seeing you around. Yeah.

You and Meeks were pretty tight.

Well, that's what happens

when you're in the
trenches together.

Are we in the trenches together?

Well, it, uh sure
as hell feels like it.

So we partners again?

We were never not
partners, Megan.

I think we just needed
to go a round or two.

Exactly.

Oh, uh, by the way,

I think the captain
has a thing for you.

What? Well, how
else do you think

that I got the gun?

What did you say to him?

I just told him

that you are totally available.

Oh!

You're a rat fink!