Flashpoint (2008–2012): Season 4, Episode 2 - Good Cop - full transcript

Get on your knees, dammit!

Mr. Buteau.

Sergeant Parker,
Police Strategic Response Unit.

This has nothing
to do with you.

Oh for God's sakes, do it!

Finish it!
If you're gonna do it, do it!

Shut up!

I know where he's at
and where he's at

is not where he started
when he left the courthouse.

Sam, you got the shot?

I got him.



♪

Gentlemen.

Look who drops in!

How are ya?

Didn't bring Isabel?

Nah, I left her at home.
She gets too much attention.

You get her in here soon
or we're staging a raid.

This is my entrance.

How are ya?

Oh sorry, I don't wanna
pop a stitch.

It's good.
All the stitches are gone.

Ah, you're a sight
for sore eyes.

I'm good.

Still in one piece
without me?



We get by.

So how's it feel
being team leader, Sam?

Better watch out,
it's growing on me.

How's the arm?

It's good, it's good.
Full motion, full grip.

Physios tell me I'm a...
I'm a rock star, so.

Back on the dad squad -

projectiles
of a different sort.

Yeah. No, it's good.
All good.

You, uh, you got a minute?
Yeah.

Hey, boss.

Court services just called,
we gotta finish gearing up.

Hi!

- How are ya?
- Good. How're ya doing?

Where's, uh, Sophie
and Izzie?

Oh, they're at home.
Everything's okay.

What's going on
with court services?

Agh. They're announcing
the verdict

of the Buteau homicide today.

I thought that verdict wasn't
coming down till tomorrow.

It's hot-button.

Maybe the judge doesn't wanna
give protesters

time to organize,

in case they're not happy
with the decision.

Can we talk later?

Yeah.

So, so why's this
an SRU call?

If Grealy goes down,
we escort him to corrections;

if he ends up walking,
we gotta get him out of town.

So he's at risk?

You wanna ride along?

No, I can't.

I mean, I gotta childproof
the kitchen.

Isn't she only like
four months?

It'll be an hour
and a half, tops.

The man has had a half dozen
bullets shot into his body,

leave him alone.

Aw, come on.
It's just protection detail.

Doc gave me the all clear.

You wanna hitch a ride?

Fine.
Observe only.

Sam's still number one.

'Course he is.

You wanna talk
on the way?

We can do it after.
All right.

Protesters have gathered
outside the courthouse

as the jury deliberates
the fate

of Officer William Grealy.

A 20-year veteran
of the police force.

Grealy has been charged
in the shooting death

of unarmed 17-year-old
Luc Buteau,

son of prominent lawyer
Jean-Paul Buteau.

The case has ignited tensions

between civil rights
organizations

and the police department.

We all know my son
was brutally murdered...

But what you may not know

is that Luc is the reason
we immigrated here.

We believed this country would
offer him a better future.

But instead,
it robbed him of one.

Yeah!

It breaks my heart to tell you

that we have seen
no justice today.

What?

A judge has heard the story
of my son's savage slaughter

and pronounced his murderer
innocent.

Innocent of all charges!

Judge didn't waste any time.

It's a game-changer.

So less-lethal only?

Can't risk guns in the crowd.

Where're we taking him?

To the airport,
where he meets his wife and kids

for a "Force-mandated vacation."

Give the city a chance
to cool off.

Looks like that's gonna
take a while.

How can a man kill my son
and walk free?

How can this man live
knowing what he has done?

While this man,

this coward...

William Grealy still lives

and my son is buried
in the ground.

- Now, will we walk away?
- No!

- Will we walk away?
- No!

- Will we walk away?
- No!

We want justice!

Justice!

Justice!

Okay, team,
Spike's driving getaway.

He's gonna drop Ed and I off
at the side entrance,

we meet up with Grealy.

Boss, Jules and Wordy,
you head in through the front.

Copy that.

We're gonna get hit.

That's the idea.
We need a decoy

so they won't expect Grealy
from the side.

Okay, remember,
they look at us today,

they're not seeing
the good guys.

So no mistakes.

Deposition room,
this way.

You got some egg
on you?

Oh hey,
it's laundry day anyway.

Let's go.

In position
at the side entrance.

Copy that, Spike.

Bill Grealy?

Sergeant Greg Parker.

Why are you changing?

You fellas can all relax.

I don't need babysitting.

I got my own car,
I can drive myself.

We'll get you safe
to the airport,

you just relax
and enjoy the ride.

But in terms
of your exit here...

There's a reason
why your lawyers

want you to wear a suit.

After a plane-crash,
first thing the airline does?

They send somebody out
to paint over the logo.

I'm done being whitewashed.

I'm just saying, you wear
your uniform out there now,

you might be sending a message

that will antagonize the crowd
a little.

I don't give a damn.

This trial ruined my life.

They found you innocent.

After they charged me
with homicide,

stripped me of my blues,

transferred me suited-and-tied
to a cop-shop desk job.

It's okay, Bill,
it's just protocol.

The Chief's gotta reinstate you,
that's all.

"Officer Grealy acted in lawful
execution of his duty."

Judge's own words.

That's good enough
for me.

When I go out there,

the cameras,
the people...

They're gonna finally see me
for who I really am:

A good cop.

Boss, we gotta get moving.

That crowd's not getting
any smaller.

Let's do it.

Stay back!

Mr. Grealy,
you walk a free man.

Do you feel justice
has been done?

First of all,
it's Officer Grealy.

And secondly, yes.

I feel like I did
what any cop would do.

And after a year of having
to keep my mouth shut,

I'll tell you why...

Sorry, ma'am,
this interview is over.

I'll get to the airport.
I have things to say!

And the city wants to hear them.

Plenty of time
for questions and answers,

come on!

Have you no shame?

I was doing my job!

What did you wanna say,
Officer Grealy?

I was doing my job!
The city gave me a badge!

I was doing
what I was sworn to do!

Stay back!
Everybody just back up!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go now!

Spike, we're pulling back.

Let's go!

Out of the way now!
Go! Go! Go!

Spike, we're blocked.

We're pulling back
until we can clear a path.

- Go! Go! Go! Go!
- Copy!

Clear a path!

What were you sworn to do?
Tell me.

Tell me.
Kill children?

Mr. Buteau, I can't imagine
what you're feeling right now,

but you're son
wouldn't want more violence.

No, no, you don't get to tell me
what my son would want.

I know he was a good kid,

straight "A" student.

He was a leader,
he believed in peace.

And what did peace get him?

Sir, you can set the tone here
right now.

You can lead by example
like your son did.

Honor his memory
by walking away

with your head held high.
Come on.

Walk away now?

That's not peace,
that's surrender,

and my son deserves better
than that.

Mrs. Buteau, please!

Jean-Paul,
let's go home.

I will honour Luc's memory
by not disappearing.

This is not over!

This is not over! This is not over!

This is not over!
This is not over!

This isn't over!
This isn't over!

This is not over!
This is not over!

This is not over!
This is not over!

You see that?
They hate me.

I'm some kind of monster.

Officer? You said you were
just doing your job.

Now how about you
let us do ours.

Hey, I've had a gag order
on me for a year.

I'm a free man today.
I get to talk.

You wanna wear the uniform,
Grealy?

You start acting like
a member of the force.

Because what you do here,
we all have to wear.

All right,
what are the chances

for our friend here.

High building density,

and the roof's
not designed to support.

Okay.

Stay close to us.

We work with public order unit,
control the crowd.

'Kay, Wordy and I will do
a code-yellow lockdown

and make sure all staff
and civilians are inside

and stay away
from the windows,

and you set up
command post.

You got it.

Okay, we've accessed
security feeds.

The riot police have arrived.

Look at these riot cops
playing up the swagger.

It's not helping things.

All right.

It's Sergeant Blount,
public order unit.

You coming with me, Eddie?
Yeah.

You'd rather we invite them
to croquet?

I'm just saying
intimidation tactics

may not be the way to go
here today, that's all.

You flex your muscles,

you might push 'em past
the tipping point.

Crowd psychology
has its own rule:

The collective I.Q.
drops by half

and people do crazy-ass crap
they'd never do alone.

Which is why we have to keep
our message real simple.

Tim, this isn't your
everyday mob here.

There are innocent people.

Greg, I'm sorry,
I'm working here.

Sign me up for your workshop
on a training day.

Gimme the bat!

The protesters are swarming
the truck.

I need backup!

On the car!
Get on the car!

Spike, we're on our way.
Don't open those doors.

Keeping the doors closed.
Going with that.

Getting to feel like
a hard day's night in here.

Get back!

Go! Go! Go!

Spike!

♪ Flashpoint 4x02 ♪
Good Cop
Original Air Date on July 15, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Clear the way!

Make a lane!
Make a lane!

We're almost there, Spike.

Spike!

Spike! Spike!

Spike, grab my arm!
Come on!

Watch it!

We've got him, boss.

That's good work, guys.

Outta the way!

Blount to unit,
bring out the jail truck.

Disperse the crowd.

Any resistance,

deploy the sound canon
and CS charges.

Greg, the situation's
getting worse here.

I can't watch this.

Sam, what's your twenty?

We're in the building,
heading up the staircase.

Stand by.
Eddie...

We're outnumbered.

Encountering heavy resistance.
Requesting official support.

They hate my guts out there.

You know what?
If it's any consolation,

this isn't just about you.

It's about cops,
it's about all of us.

You know, man, 20 years ago
I chose this job for love.

For the man on the street,

the woman in distress,

the frickin' cat
up the tree...

I was so proud to be there.

And you should be.

And now?
I pull over a speeding car,

they roll down the window,

I don't know
what I'm gonna see:

A gun,

some sick piece of puke
with a knife.

He's thinking, "Why doesn't
this son of a bitch cop

just leave me alone?"

I can't remember the last time
somebody was happy to see me.

One exception...

My wife.

Let my her know
I'm okay.

How's she doing
in all this?

I don't think
I could've made it

if it wasn't for Cheryl.

She's taken flak at work,

my son got beat up at school
because of me.

This might turn out
to be a good thing, you know.

A chance to reconnect,
get some time away.

Come on, baby.

Let's get you
to sit down.

We're gonna get you
some oxygen.

No, I'm good, I'm good.
I just need some light.

Spike, you took in
a lot of smoke.

And the walk back here
did me good.

What is it?

- It's a pipebomb.
- Typical anarchist weapon.

Yeah, except these guys
aren't amateurs.

We saw them at the G20.

They had molotovs there too.

You still think
you can target their leaders?

It's hard to pin them down,

they're using black bloc
techniques.

Dress in black,
hide your face,

vandalize, agitate...

Then blend right back
into the bloc,

or ditch the black gear

and disappear
into the civilians.

Except I recognize him.

The guy with the eyebrow scar?
He got right in my face.

I can do
a facial recognition search

from the Interpol database.

Check out
his body language.

Even the civilians
are following his lead.

But we get too close,
he disappears.

We'd have to round up everyone
who's dressed like him.

Isn't that fashion profiling?

What if we go down there
and join 'em?

Are you kidding me?
You'd be swarmed.

Those guys are outta control.

Not if I don't look
like a cop.

Undercover?

I can get down there
and blend in,

find out
who the major players are,

figure out
their next move...

Stop it.

Yeah, and if your cover's blown?

I know. But let's face it,

nobody brings just one
pipe-bomb to a riot.

Okay.

I'll let my unit know
you have an undercover officer.

Negative. She'll be exposed
if she's treated differently.

She knows what she's doing.

Don't try to talk me
out of this.

Expropriated for the cause.

Thanks.

A disposable cell.

Get the intel, get out fast,
get out safe.

Sam'll be on the roof
watching.

Got it.
All right.

Fight the power,
not the people!

Fight the power,
not the people!

Fight the power,
not the people!

Fight the power,
not the people!

She's in.

That's good.
Keep a close eye.

Fight the power, not the people!

Fight the power,
not the people!

Fight the power,
not the people!

Fight the power!

Fight the power!

Fight the power!

Spike, Wordy,
on your three o'clock.

Molotov cocktail.

To your left.
Mohawk style motorcycle helmet.

Let me go!

Get your hands off me!

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

Hey, officer,
where's your badge number, huh?

Yeah, not feeling accountable today?

You're supposed to keep
the peace,

not cause war!

Don't know what she's saying,

but she's definitely earning
her street cred.

Okay, Mr. Anonymous!

What are you doing?

Get the hell off her,
it's just a camera!

I got her, I got her!

Boss, got a visual on Jules.
She's getting arrested.

Do we intercept?

She injured?

She's looks okay.

Keep up the targeted strikes
with Sam.

She might get some intelligence
from the other detainees.

All right, got it.

Like where the hell
this gun came from.

Anarchists target property,
guns target people.

There's something wrong
with this picture.

Sons of bitches!

He got you good.

I don't think he agreed
to my analysis

of the roots
of oppression.

Haven't seen you before.

I took a bus up
from Kingston.

I'm J.C.

Maddy.

So you were at the G20 too?

Who wasn't?

I got kenneled on Queen Street
for like five hours.

So medieval.

You see this scar?

I got sliced
blowing up a police car.

All right, let's bring in
our guy with the scar.

I'd like a word with him.

We didn't break any laws!
Let us go!

Let us go.

Officers?
No, hey, thank you.

Officers,
we'll take it from here.

Mr. Buteau.

Mr. and Mrs. Buteau,
we apologize,

clearly our colleagues
had no idea who you were.

We're gonna need a hell
of a lot more than an apology.

- Jean-Paul!
- We understand, sir.

There will be a time
and place for that.

Then why are you taking us
away from here?

It might be a good time
to go home.

Why, so you can sweep it
under the rug

and cover up
for your colleagues

like you did with my son?

I'm not giving up!

Jean-Paul,

il est trop blesser!
Allons la Maison.

Non!
Laisse tomber.

Il a parti. Laisse tomber.
Allons la Maison.

Non!
Jean-Paul!

She's not answering the phone.

Okay.

Thank you.

What? What is it?

Let's go.

Come on, Lane,
what's going on?

Okay...

Your wife and kids
are fine.

Good.
Are they at the airport?

'Cause it's not looking like
I'm gonna make this flight.

You're gonna be on a later
flight here, Bill.

They're not coming
with you.

She's leaving me.

Nobody's saying that,
okay?

Maybe she just thinks that
some time alone might be...

You know...
A good idea here.

Yeah,
now that I'm running free,

I guess she wants
to do the same.

You know,
my wife Sophie,

for 17 years,
I basically took from her, Bill.

I took and she gave
and I never gave anything back.

And one day she left me.

Hell of a wake-up call.

Yeah, but...

You know what?
She came back.

We made a lot of changes.

And your wife's asking
for space here, Bill.

Give it to her.

Maybe it's not over here,
Bill.

Could you gimme a second?

Please?

Yeah.

Here you are in Seattle...

Quebec City...

New York City...

And now you're back home.

You're racking up
quite a few air miles.

Can't prove it's me.

I'd say the scar
over your eyebrow

says otherwise,
Joshua Leclerc.

I don't answer
to that name.

Okay then, Yosh.

Look, I'm not here
to debate the legitimacy

of organized protest
or today's verdict.

There are people in this crowd
who are a threat to the peace.

Threat to the peace?

Yeah,
remember the G20?

You cops held lawful protesters
without food

or water for five hours.

Where you left
a nine-year-old girl

to wet her pants

in a holding cell.

Mistakes were made.

Is that what you call

the assassination
of Luc Buteau?

No, I call it a tragedy.

Something we don't wanna see
repeated here today.

But there are dangerous weapons
concealed on your friends.

There's a loaded gun...

I don't know anything
about a gun.

You should've been
in Genoa.

I wanted to but they said
my passport was invalid.

That was the best protest
since Seattle -

open, cooperative, equal.

Now, we get Yosh here
treating us like spear carriers

in his own private Yosh army.

That's not very democratic.

What's the deal with Yosh?

I don't get it.

Since he hooked up
with his buddy Pip,

he pretty much appointed
himself leader.

I'm like,
hello? Anarchism?

Not about
follow the leader.

Maybe Pip's the one
that's turning him around.

You ask me?

She's the one
who's dangerous.

She's the one?

Dangerous how?

Pippy comes outta nowhere,
starts hanging with Yosh,

goes on and on
about this trial.

This one racist cop.

Yosh says she's got
a "strong vision".

If you ask me,
it's more like obsession.

With Bill Grealy.

Is that why
she brought the gun?

How'd you know
about her gun?

Hey.

Hey!

Section 12F states
that "Incarcerated subjects

may not be denied
basic physical needs".

I gotta take a leak.

Jules.

Okay, the firearm belongs
to a young woman,

goes by the name "Pip"
or "Pippy".

She's allies
with your guy Yosh.

Hold on.

She recently just joined up
with the anarchists,

but it's not about
hating the state.

It's about hating Grealy.

Well, maybe she's tried to use
the riot to conceal an attack.

That's what I'm thinking.

But she lost her chance
in the crowd,

so she fired off a few shots
to create a distraction.

Yeah, to try a plan B.

Dammit!

Okay, Jules, good work.
Just come back here.

Grealy's gone.

Say again?

He's gone.

He took the rear stairs
to the auditorium.

Check the CCTV Cam
in the parking garage.

He's probably gone home
to talk to his wife.

Ed, you were right.

Looks like Grealy headed
to his SUV.

That's gotta be Pippy.

Ed, she was waiting for him.

She pulled a gun on him
and that was six minutes ago.

Team one, new deal.

Subject is a young woman,
goes by Pippy.

She's taken Grealy out
of the building

in his own vehicle.

Let's approach with caution.

Let's get Grealy,
get him back here safe.

Drive.

She's taken Bill Grealy
in his own vehicle,

vicinity of the courthouse.

Put out an APB,
all units,

but do not engage.

Subject may not have very high
regard for Grealy's life.

Yosh.

Listen to me, okay?

Your friend Pippy's life
depends on the choice

you're about to make
in the next 30 seconds.

Now, she's taken him
somewhere private

with the intention
of killing him.

Now, we're going to catch up
to her by then

and if it comes down
to his life or hers,

we're gonna have to shoot
your friend.

Unless you help us
get through to her.

Happens fast.

It's a single shot
to Pippy's brain stem.

Officer Lane here
is a sniper,

he can do it
from two kilometers away.

I never miss.

It's Phillipa.
Phillipa Durst.

She started coming to meetings
a few months back.

All she could talk about
was this trial.

How we had to make sure

that cop got
what was coming to him.

And what about her home,
her family?

She wasn't the type
to open up.

She sort of squats,
panhandles.

I don't know
where she'd be going.

Seriously.
I have no idea.

The thing is...
She's not a bad person.

Don't kill her.

Boss, Jules back?

Yeah, she's here.
She's fine.

We got eleven subjects
apprehended

and held for questioning.

Well, that's good work.

Public order unit's
holding ground now,

this riot's
pretty much over.

Anything?

Checked every Durst family
in town.

No Philippa.

Well, this case was personal.
Maybe she knew the victim.

Where did Luc go to school?

See,
there's a memorial page.

He was at Gladwell High School.

Look at that.
Luc did everything:

Chess club, French,
debating...

He was super-smart.

Yeah. Look, it's Pippy.

Perfect match
to the garage CCTV.

- Callaghan.
- Hey, Spike.

We need to talk
to Luc's family

before this day
gets any darker.

I want you to do it.

Cruisers spotted Grealy's car
at Jarvis and Wellesley.

Which direction?

That's all we got.
They lost sight.

Okay, Sam, alert all units.

Alert all units,
eyes open.

Sorry, Sam.

No worries,
we're on our way.

She was Luc's best friend.

They were both
in the gifted program.

They studied together.

But my husband
knows her best.

Do you think maybe I could
talk to him for a sec?

He's not here right now.

It's five,
he's at the greenhouse.

The greenhouse.

Where it happened?

Jean-Paul goes every day.

You hear that?

Allan Gardens;

that's close to Jarvis
and Wellesley.

Pippy's taking Grealy
to Luc's father.

It's poetic justice -
kill him where he killed Luc.

Let's step on it.

Spike, you keep at it,
you're doing great.

Copy.

Did Pippy have
any family?

She never really talked
about them.

She would come over
after school,

they would do
their homework together.

I don't think she had
anywhere else to go.

Bulbophyllum,

epidendrum,

denbrobium,

and pleuro...

Pleuro-something.

Pleurothallis.

Orchids.

What were we thinking?

Totally should've went
with daisies.

Yeah.

It didn't take time before
there was a plate set for her

most nights.

It was beautiful
to see Pippy blossom.

She had a future.

Jean-Paul helped her with her
university applications.

She was accepted
in the same program as Luc.

And when your son died?

She had a breakdown;

she failed her classes
and dropped out.

Did you stay in touch
with her?

For a while,
but nothing was the same.

I failed you, son.

I failed you
on every front.

Forgive me,
I tried...

I tried hard, you know.

I miss you.

How dare you?!

Get out!

Get out now!

I knew it!

I knew you couldn't let him
walk away either,

like you said
at the courthouse.

Pippy,
what're you doing?

Why does he get to live?

Well, he doesn't.

Eddie, what's up?

Bill Grealy
was my responsibility,

- I lost him, Greg.
- So what? You're human.

I gotta make good
on this call, Greg.

Why's that?

Because it's my last.

Okay, team,

we're at an emotional
ground zero here,

full circle.

No one's gonna be thinking
rationally today.

Okay, Wordy, boss,
you go in stealth, green wall.

Sam?

Jules, go black.

I'll cover the catwalk.

Ed, we're stretched thin,
can you cover red wall?

You got it.

Spike,
down to the wire here.

Anything else you can get
about Pippy and Jean-Paul?

I told him that all that talk
would just drag Pippy down.

I begged him to move on,

but he couldn't.

Do you see this?

Not a single mention
of the trial.

Oh wait! Not in the paper,
not on the radio!

Like it never happened.

Oh, because God forbid

people should think
we have a race problem here.

We might lose tourists.
You see?

He just wanted to go away.

I just...

I miss him.

I know.

I miss him.

I miss him too.
I miss him...

I miss him...

I have to ask
if Pippy or your husband,

do you think
they may be capable

of killing officer Grealy?

Don't make me answer that.

Take it.

Take it!

Let's talk.

Get on your knees.

No.

Get on your knees, dammit!

Mr. Buteau?

I'm Sergeant Parker,
Police Strategic Response Unit.

Leave us alone!

This has nothing
to do with you!

They're just going to let him go.

We're here to make sure
no one gets hurt, sir.

Don't listen to them,
they've done nothing for Luc.

You think Luc would like
to see you ruin your life

by what you're about to do.

My life ended a year ago,
right here.

What about Pippy's life?

You fire that gun,
you'll send her to jail.

You want to make
that bright young girl

an accessory to murder?

I don't care!
Do it!

Oh, for God's sake,
do it!

Finish it!
If you're gonna do it, do it!

Mr. Buteau:
Shut up!

Greg, I think you got
another angle here.

No, he's protecting Pippy,
Eddie.

I know what he's going through.

Where he's at
is not where he started

when he left the courthouse.

Sam, you got the shot?

I got him.

All right, go in.

Standing down.

Hey, Bill? Is there something
you need to say here?

I don't want to hear
his excuses!

If you take one more step,
I swear to God I'll shoot him.

Jean-Paul, it's not difficult
to shoot the uniform.

Are you sure you're ready
to shoot the man?

Bill, earlier today,

you said you never
got the chance

to speak for yourself,
so...

I've heard his damn stories
before.

Not the whole story.

Bill, you were surrounded
by lawyers

telling you what to say,
when to say it.

You gotta forget all that
and in your own words just...

Just tell 'em
what happened.

Everybody knows what happened.

Everybody saw it right there
on the security video!

Before that.

Did you tell them

about the three people
who were shot next door

and how you caught a glimpse
of a young man running away?

Did you tell them
that part?

He fit the murderer's
description.

Because he was black.

He was here,
in the greenhouse,

after hours,

dressed as the suspect.
He saw me and he tried to run.

How did you feel
when you saw him?

Scared.

Police!

Stay where you are!

I went my entire career
without using my gun.

Twenty years...

I turned the corner
and there he was.

I smelled gunpowder.

I didn't hear a shot.

I thought he'd shot me,
but it was me that shot him.

I pulled the trigger

and I killed him.

I didn't know.

Your son...

thought he was in trouble
because he stole a flower.

And I shot him,

in the dark,

because I was scared.

You were scared.

I get that, Bill.
You were scared.

And that fear turns to anger.

And you threw that at your job,
and at your wife,

and at yourself...

Because it is easier
than facing the guilt.

It is easier than facing
your feelings.

I get it.

Yeah.

The lawyers....

Internal investigations...

My wife...

I never told anyone

what your son was doing here
that night.

I'm so sorry.

Look, Pippy.

He came to get an orchid
for your project.

Get outta my way!

Wait, wait a minute!
Wait!

Jean-Paul, she needs you.

It's over, Pippy.

I'm not going anywhere.

It's okay.

It's gonna be fine, Pippy.

Wordy.

Let me just talk to him
for a sec.

Yeah, Eddie.

Guys.

How's the arm doing,
Bill?

How do you do it?

What do you mean?

How long you been
on the job?

Nineteen years.

Well, then you know
what I mean.

Well, you know, it's never
what you think it's gonna be

when they give you
the badge,

that's for sure.

People glad to see you.

Rescuing cats from trees.

Well, they're not always happy
to see you, right?

I shot a...
I shot a kid.

I know.

He was just a boy.

I know. I know.

He wasn't supposed to be there
that night.

You're human.

That's all there is
to it.

I can't do this anymore.

We are catching people
in the worst moments

of their lives, Bill -

the very worst moment.

And what've they got
if they don't have us?

I wanna thank you
for giving me that shot today.

Hey, least I could do
given your plans.

You know, about that,
I, uh...

Greg, that day I was shot
and Izzie was born,

I just thought
how lucky I was...

And how easy everything
can be taken away,

and I made them promise.

I hear ya.

I came into the station
to honor that promise

and I was gonna step down
from team one.

You were or you are?

Eddie?

Good job, today.

Sophe,
it was a routine escort.

I thought I was gonna be
an hour and a half.

I didn't mean
to keep you waiting.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. When I heard
the action on the radio,

I was praying to God
that you weren't...

You weren't on the call,
but...

But for their sake
I'm glad you were.

So listen up.

Yeah?
Optional overtime?

- Gone.
- Two hour pre-shift workout?

At home with Izzie.

All extracurricular conferences,

SWAT team competitions?

Totally at your discretion.
Your discretion.

Off-shift days?

Full-time baby duty.

So I can go back
to work

and start my own
catering business.

Starting own business...

Mm-hm.
Deal breaker.

Done.

Your daddy's a rock star.

Yeah, that's what they say.
Yeah.

Cutie, cutie.

Go.

Momma?

♪ The distance that spans
between you and I ♪

♪ can I see you tonite ♪

♪ when the pen in our hands
and our best laid plans ♪

♪ are standing on our side ♪

♪ the distance that spans
between you and I ♪

♪ can I see you tonite ♪

♪ when the pen in our hands
and our best laid plans ♪

♪ are standing on our side... ♪

It's, uh...

It's good
to have you back.

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