Rookie Blue (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 10 - Cold Comforts - full transcript

The service was beautiful.

Amazing turnout.

Chief spoke really well.

Yeah. Yeah, amazingly well.

I almost didn't know
who he was talking about.

"What a noble death, what
an outstanding citizen."

It's just the thing is,

no one was actually talking about Jerry.

Jerry...

who, uh, couldn't pronounce "nanaimo."

Who liked to go for
pedicures with his mother.



Jerry who proposed to me

by engraving it on the back of a knife.

This is Jerry.

(Whispers) Oh, my God.

I gotta go, guys. Um, Frank's
in the car with the baby.

(Siren wailing in distance)

I'm gonna go now, too.
See you at the station.

You know what?

We can stay here the whole day if we want.

Yeah.

Yeah. 'Cause you know what?

Today's a good day.

It is.

It is. Tomorrow's gonna be much...



much different.

Yesterday we had the wake.

Today, the funeral.

Tomorrow, there's nothing left to do.

Tomorrow we're gonna wake up, and the...

The world's going to expect
it to be... like any other day.

(Nick) Tracy kept it together somehow.

She helped Jerry's mom
make it through the service,

held her hand.

You know, I can take you there,

if you want... cemetery.

Well, if I could be
there, I would, but I...

I can't. It's just doctor's orders.

I have to stay until they do more tests.

I thought they said you were okay.

They said I seemed okay, you know?

But I was kidnapped and
drugged and tied to a bed,

so I think it's pretty normal

to spend a few days in the hospital.

Take as long as you need.

(Andy) Hey, what does that look like?

It's a black leather computer bag.

Jerry style.

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Objects clattering)

Yeah, I can't find it.

You sure you brought it in?

Well, maybe I left it
in my car last night.

Okay, you want me to go get it?

No, I'll go later. If I
have his computer here,

I'll just stare at pictures of us all day.

You should go. You're
gonna be late for work.

Do you want me to call Dex,

see if Leo can come over?

I don't want Leo to see me like this.

Okay. Well, you need to eat.

There's a lot of good food in the fridge.

Okay.

Hey, listen, you need anything,
you call me, all right?

I can be back here in ten minutes.

Thanks, Andy.

(Door creaks)

How's Gail doing?

She seemed to be doing a little
better this morning when I went over.

I'm gonna stop by after shift,

maybe bring her something to eat.

What do you feel like
having for lunch today?

I brought a sandwich.

Mm.

Well, how about you, Oliver?

Feel like pizza today?

Why is that whenever
anything tragic happens,

all people wanna do is talk about food?

What's food gonna do?

I don't know. We still need to eat.

I gotta take a rain check,
'cause I'm not being here today.

Where are you going?

Taking a personal day.

Sam?

Sam.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I've been trying to
call you. Are you okay?

Yeah.

No. Not really.

Do you wanna talk about it?

No, I really don't.

(Radio chatter)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Lowered voice) Sarge, if
it's all right with you,

I'd like to ride alone today.

Yeah, yeah, no problem.

All right. Thanks.

Yeah.

(Telephones ringing)

All right, everyone,

I know it's not easy
for us to be here today,

but we're here, so let's be here.

There's a trickle effect when an
officer dies suddenly like this...

uh, loose ends left
untied, things forgotten,

not dealt with.

But we gotta make sure
that Jerry's hard work

is not left hanging.

I need somebody to, uh,

go through Detective Barber's desk...

clean it out.

Catalogue everything.

It's a protocol we have to follow.

Diaz and I will do it.

Thanks.

So let's all try and get
through this day, all right?

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

(Inhaling and exhaling deeply)

You taking up yoga?

Yeah. My, uh, doctor said I should try

and do something to help calm my nerves.

'Cause apparently getting
kidnapped by a serial killer

can make you kinda edgy.

You haven't returned my calls.

I can't use that phone.

Sick people... they... they cough,

and they breathe into
that mouthpiece, so...

Well, sick people also put
their feet on that floor.

But the really sick people...
they... they can't walk, so...

Gail, we need to go through
your statement again.

I have some more questions.

So are you... are you back?

Or are you just here to
deal with this whole thing?

I don't know yet.

Well, if it's okay with
you, I would really rather

wait to do this until I'm outta here.

It's better if we do this now.

(Woman) I need to talk to Jerry Barber.

Man, come on. I need
to talk to Jerry Barber!

I need some... okay.

Yeah? Okay. (Door buzzes)

(Door beeps) Hey, Sadie, what's up?

I'm claiming sanctuary,
okay? Whatever you call it.

Okay, that's fine. We're not a church.

Okay, well, can you...

can you help me out with some protection?

- You owe me that, right? You owe me that.
- Okay, that's fine.

Okay. Just stop yelling. What is going on?

I keep all open case files together.

I want them ready to be handed off

to the Detective Sergeant.

Keep personal stuff together.

- Gotta get it off to his family.
- Tracy?

They weren't married yet.

Technically, his mother
is his next of kin.

Catalogue everything.

We need a record of whatever you find.

(Keys jangle)

(Radio chatter, telephone ringing)

Last time I saw Jerry, we, uh,

we met at a coffee shop on Church Street.

I wanted him to... to help me get
this young girl off the street.

Calvin, you know, my
pimp... te recruited her,

but she's way too young.

You know, I got morals.

Jerry promised that he
was gonna take care of it,

except last night she's
still working the streets,

and now all of a sudden
Calvin knows that...

that I ratted him out.

Jerry promised that he
wasn't gonna say anything.

I really don't think Jerry would
ever tell anybody about this.

Well, then how does Calvin
know the exact time and place

that I was meeting up with Jerry?

I don't know.

Then get Jerry on the phone.

Maybe he's gonna answer your calls,

'cause he's not answering mine.

Sadie, listen, I... (Exhales deeply)

I have some bad news.

(Sam speaking indistinctly)

Traci.

Hey.

- Jerry's computer?
- What about it?

It was stolen out of my car.

It had all of our pictures on it.

It had all of Jerry's music.

What else was on that computer?

All of his photos,

our photos, us together with Leo,

everything. Everything.

Well, what about work stuff?

It's just, I'm... I'm
asking because word got out

that Jerry was meeting up with Sadie.

Her pimp knew the exact
time and date of the meeting.

Did Jerry keep that stuff on his computer?

His meet-up schedule
would have been there,

stuff he's working on this week.

It's not his fault. He didn't
know this was gonna happen.

No, of c... of course not. Of course not.

Look, uh, there's a pawnshop
a few blocks from McNally's.

If it was a smash and grab,

that's probably their first stop.

(Coughs)

(Stool scrapes floor)

(Opens cabinet door)

(Glasses clink)

(Closes cabinet door)

(Bottle cap fizzes)

(Bottle cap clatters) There you go.

Thanks. I will take one of those.

(Glass clinks)

(Glass clatters, alcohol pours)

Cheers, buddy. (Clink)

People bring me computers by the dozen.

I fix 'em, rebuild them,
resell 'em. That's it.

What'd you get in the last 24 hours?

(Scoffs) I don't know. I got a few. Here.

No, not that one.

Show me that one on the bottom.

♪

(Police radio chatter)

That's it. What was on this one?

- Nothing. It was wiped clean.
- Chuck...

- I cleaned it up, restored all the original settings...
- It's not 1987.

- Gave it a bit more ram.
- You're not making money selling hardware anymore.

People bring in their computers.

They don't properly
wipe their hard drives.

You go through 'em
with a fine-toothed comb

and find credit card
numbers, maybe some socials,

- then you sell the info for cash.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

Okay, the thing is, today,
I don't care about that.

Today I care about what
was on this computer.

There was nothing on it.
A few names. That's it.

I told Sadie's old man
she's talking to the cops.

So what? Hey! What are you doing?

And now she fears for her life.

So God knows who else you put in danger.

There wasn't anything else on it.

I swear to God. Look, I backed it up.

(Sighs) Jeez, man.

♪

(Police radio chatter)

I was staying at Andy's,

and there was a knock at the door,

and I thought it was
Nick, so I answered it.

And then the next thing you know,

the door slams me in the head.
There's a guy wearing a mask.

We're fighting, and then
he gets on top of me,

starts choking me, and then I passed out.

You said in your statement that your
memory of the incident was a little foggy.

Anything come back to you?

Like I'll get a flash every now and then.

Of?

It's like the sound of
his shoes on the cement.

Or the sound of his voice.
I didn't know what he wanted.

Can only assume that his plan
was to rape and kill me, and...

(Siren wailing in distance)

if it wasn't for Jerry...

(Telephone rings)

What should we do? Should we answer it?

Uh, no, I don't think so.

I mean, it'll probably go to voice mail

or be redirected or something.

(Ring)

(Ringing stops)

Name... Pritom. Home
country... Bangladesh.

I think Jerry was sponsoring this kid.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

You know, if you can't handle this...

Jerry was a cop for this
division for 14 years,

and this is what he has to show for it...

a, uh, a nameplate. (Clatters)

Telephone,

a coffee mug with a broken handle,

all shoved in a 10x12 box

like that's supposed to mean something.

Okay. But I'm pretty sure
the phone belongs to 15.

You know what I mean.

No, I don't. I mean,
look, look at his work.

That's his legacy.
That's what's important.

That's what means something.
This is just, uh, a desk.

With a lot of cash in it.

(Radio static) (Woman) 1503.

(Sighs)

(Mouse clicks)

(Zips bag)

(Cell phone beeps)

Frank Best.

Frank, uh, I got Jerry's computer.

Sadie's name and number are
right here in his calendar.

Also, looks like he had something in play

with a confidential informant,

number 6540-B.

Yeah, well, they keep all
the information on C.I.S

down at the Intelligence Bureau.

Let me put in a call,
find out who that is.

Epstein, I'm in the
middle of something here.

Swarek, I'll call you back.

He definitely had something in play,

but I wasn't in on it.

The guy was skittish, only
wanted to talk to Jerry.

- Was he carded?
- Yep.

Informant's name is Dale Curry.

Epstein and Diaz found
$30,000 in Jerry's desk.

Jerry was working on
something with this guy.

Do we know how to find him?

Here's his address.

Call Swarek. Get him to
meet you and Collins there.

Make sure he's all right.

- Let him know there's been a change of plans.
- Okay.

See you later.

(Baby crying)

(Police radio chatter)

Hello?

(Door creaks)

(Baby continues crying)

Anybody home?

Police. We're looking for Dale Curry.

Dale!

(Radio static) Mark 1521.

We need a medic to 4990
Elm Street, apartment 6.

(Radio static)

Jerry was supposed to show
up at my place last night

with 30 grand. I'm supposed
to pay off my suppliers,

do another buy. He bails on me.

I don't go 'cause I don't have the money.

(Police radio chatter)

My suppliers come looking for me, man.

Have you watched the news lately?

Man, why would I watch the news?

Look at me. Unless I'm on it,
man, that's not my type of show.

Detective Barber was
killed in the line of duty.

Four days ago.

Wow.

That's awful, man. I'm... sorry.

His cases will be handed
over to someone else.

It might take 'em a
bit of time to catch up.

Where does that leave things?

These guys... they...
they want their money.

They want it now.

If I don't deliver it to them this time,

they're gonna kill me.

Well, we can arrange to
get you some protection.

I ain't going into no Witness
Protection program crap.

Man, I have a life. (Sighs)

I am really sorry...

that this happened to Jerry. I really am.

But just because he didn't
show up with that money

does not mean I don't
need that money, all right?

You can't leave me out to dry here.

We're not. Like I said,
your file will be taken over.

Okay?

(Man over radio) 66-525.

Wait a second. What about my brother?

Who's your brother?

My little brother Gabriel.

He was at the apartment last night.

- No.
- Well, what are you doing, man?

You guys gotta be looking for him.

- What if they took him?
- Why would they take him?

Because they want their money.

All right? And they know if they have him,

they're gonna get their money.

He only talks to me, and if they have him,

he's not gonna be able to handle that.

Come on. Please, man. He's 16 years old.

He's autistic. I need your help.

Okay. We'll go back to the apartment,

and we'll get him.

(Dale) Thank you.

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

Come on. He's lying.
He's trying to play us.

- Why would he do that?
- I don't know.

Why would drug dealers
kidnap a kid for 30 grand?

I don't trust the guy.

Well, what if he really
does have a brother?

- There's no harm in checking it out.
- Fine. I'll go over.

Fine. I'm coming with you.

(Police radio chatter)

I will... stay here.

♪

Hey, you.

Mm. Hi.

(Chuckles)

So, uh, Frank suspected
that you would be here,

and the first thing I said was
I'm gonna bring him a sandwich

'cause he's probably gonna be
drinking on an empty stomach.

Thank you.

(Rustles)

Are there pickles in this thing?

Of course not.

(Sniffles)

Is this Jerry's seat?

Yeah. But you sit down.

Well, Jerry's, uh... he's in the can.

Okay.

Don't drink his scotch. (Baby coos)

You either. (Chuckles)

Yeah, so far, she's only into breast milk.

Nice. I mean, you know...

(Chuckles)

You're not gonna be one of
those lactivists, are you?

You know, hauling them
out wherever you are.

I might.

I mean, I love you, Noelle.

I just don't wanna see
your boobs. (Chuckles)

Not today. At least just not for today.

Okay. All right.

(Siren wailing in distance)

I still can't believe this is real.

Well, occupational hazard, right?

Well, they prepare us for it.

Pfft.

Out of the five of us to come up together,

Jerry's the first... he's...

he's the first to go.

I never thought it'd happen.

♪

I mean, I never really...

thought that it would happen.

Me neither.

Gabriel?

Huh. Looks like your place
when you can't find your keys.

You're talking to me.

(Police radio chatter)

(Door opens) There's no brother here.

(Andy) Gabriel?

No sheets on the couch.

I guess his little brother
must sleep standing up.

Look, why would he lie about
having an autistic brother?

Why would it took him so long to remember?

- It was like the last thing out of his mouth.
- Because he was disoriented.

And then when he realizes

we're not in a rush to solve his problems,

he suddenly remembers his
little autistic brother

who just happens to have been
kidnapped by these drug dealers.

For what? Oh, they're
holding him for ransom.

Bulletproof story.

He wants us to bust those guys

so they can't track his ass down again.

Could be a cousin.

It could be Gabriel.

- Could be anybody.
- Cynical.

Gullible.

Can you think of
anywhere else he might be?

No, man, he wouldn't go anywhere else,

not while I'm lying there
in a pool of my own blood.

Listen to me. They took him.
All right? I need your help.

You can't hand this
case off to anybody else,

and we can't wait on this.

Okay, relax, all right?

I'll talk to Swarek.

(Cell phone beeps)

(Telephone ringing)

Frank said to try these.

(Telephone rings)

Who do you think that is?

Anybody. It's, uh... (Ring)

dry cleaning, electrician, lawyer.

(Ring)

Prosecutor. I don't know.

(Ringing stops, police radio chatter)

How long do you think it'll
take before everybody knows?

Uh, I... I still can't get this open.

Can't get what open?

Traci, what are you doing?

You shouldn't... you shouldn't be here.

I know. That's what everybody
keeps telling me, but...

(Sighs) I was just
sitting in the parking lot.

Couldn't leave.

(Radio chatter)

So what can't you get open?

(Keys jangle)

(Lock clicks)

Try it now.

(Telephone beeps, radio chatter)

Thanks.

(Indistinct conversations)

You're still here?

Yeah. Frank's trying
to get me out of town,

you know, till they
finish dealing with Calvin.

(Telephone rings in distance)

Jerry would hate it if he thought

that he put your life in danger.

I know. (Chuckles) Jerry
was your guy, right?

Yeah. Yeah, he was.

I really liked him. He
was straight up with me.

(Chuckles)

You know, I've been...
I've been feeding him

information for a couple years now.

He'd always get me to... to meet him

at some snazzy restaurant... (Chuckles)

ask how I was doing,

you know, like he really wanted to know.

(Telephones ringing in distance)

It sucks.

(Footsteps approach)

Hey. How's Gail doing?

Physically I think she's fine.

She's pretty shaken up?

Uh, she's... she's tough.
She's handling it, though.

I just can't get a full
statement out of her.

Every time she starts, she stops,

especially when she gets to the...

Jerry part.

Yeah.

You know, I still don't understand

why you guys have to have me cuffed

like I'm some kind of
common criminal or something.

Well, if somebody sees
you, it's better they think

we arrested you for something

than you're just hanging
out with the police.

This pal of yours... what's his name?

Mike Keating.

Runs a skid factory down on the west end.

(Chuckles) Yeah. That's a front.

Big-time, big-time player
on the heroin scene.

And how long you been dealing for him?

I don't know, man.

A couple years. Something like that.

(Lowered voice) I mean, don't you think

we should be getting more
information on his brother?

(Lowered voice) I'm not charging in there

and jeopardizing the
case Jerry built, okay?

(Normal voice) If we're gonna do this,

we're gonna do it right.
You're gonna go in.

You're gonna do the buy.
We'll make the arrest.

If there is a brother,
we'll find him that way.

Okay.

(Radio chatter)

So Jerry was giving him
$30,000 to make the buy.

Not a huge buy, but if
we can get it on tape,

it'll give us an excuse to come back

with E.T.F. and tear the place apart.

You sure we can trust this guy?

Who says I trust him?

(Door buzzes and beeps)

Okay, Dale. Let's get you wired up.

(Chuckles) Oh, no.

(Door closes) No, no, no.

No wires, man. When I started
this thing with Barber,

I told him, "no wires."

These guys will smell that a mile away.

It's not up for debate.

Then I ain't going in,
man. That's... that's it.

That simple. Yeah?

No, man. It... it is way too dangerous.

(Door buzzes and beeps) Your
choice. Take it or leave it.

(Sighs) (Door closes)

You can do this, okay?

We're gonna be there.
We're gonna be listening.

(Sighs)

Swarek's done this a million times.

You can trust him.

I'm gonna get too nervous,
you know? I'm gonna blow it.

- They'll... (Sighs) shoot me.
- Well...

well, then why don't
you think about Gabriel?

Maybe you can pull it together for him.

(Sighing)

All right. Whatever. Fine. I'll do it.

Great.

All right. Stand up for me, please.

(Sighs)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Knock on door)

Ugh. Who is it?

(People speaking indistinctly)

Oh. Uh...

Hey. Hey. (Sighs)

Is this a good time?

Yeah. Uh...

(Voice breaking) I've been
meaning to... to call you.

(Telephone rings in distance)

(Door closes)

I wanted to see how you were doing.

(Chuckles and sniffles) My God.

Who cares how I'm feeling?
I mean, you must be, um...

I don't know. I'm just, like...

I'm just tired. That's
it. (Whispers) Just tired.

I know. (Sighs)

I wish I could sleep.

(Sighs) I need to shut my brain off.

Are you okay?

(Voice breaking) Yeah. I'm okay.

Just... feeling, um...

Gail.

You can look at me.

You can look at me.

(Whispering) I can't.

It's not your fault.

(Crying) Yes... yes, it is. (Sniffles)

No, it's not.

(Sniffles) His phone saved my life,

and if it wasn't for me,

he would still have it, and he...

he would have been able
to call for help, so...

Well, that's just who Jerry is.

Jerry was.

You can't blame yourself for that.

But now every time you look at me,

you are gonna be reminded

of why your fiancé died.

No.

I'm gonna be reminded...

that his death meant something...

and that he died for something important.

I...

I want to help you.

I want to... I want to do something.

What... what can I do for you?

I need you to come with me.

'Cause I could use a friend now.

(Mouths word)

Silver watch.

Uh, leather wallet.

(Clatters)

(Photograph rustles)

Old picture.

Oh, man. Check it out. (Sighs)

Those guys have been
working together a long time.

This is it, man. This is the job.

This could happen to one of us.

(Man speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

Listen, promise me something. (Clatters)

No matter what your rank is,

you'll volunteer to clear out my desk,

and I'll do the same for you.

Deal.

This way I don't have to worry.

I can keep hiding my
mouth guard in my desk.

(Chuckles) Secret's safe with me, bro.

(Grunts)

♪

Mm.

Hey. Oh, Gail, we gotta find
you somewhere else to sit.

This... is Jerry's seat. Here. Come here.

That is Jerry's scotch.
Them are Jerry's peanuts.

Yeah, but Jerry's allergic to peanuts,

so what are you trying to do, kill him?

(Chuckles) A sense of humor.

(Chuckles) Uh... okay. Uh, you're here.

That means that the party is starting.

We gotta get you guys a couple of these.

It doesn't fix everything, but it helps.

It is... it is helping.

You know what Jerry did last week?

Jerry bought me five pairs of underwear.

Yeah, he saw that I was
wearing those, uh, briefs.

You know the ones, the normal ones,

and, uh, he said women
didn't like those anymore,

that maybe that's why my wife left me,

so he bought me five pairs. Striped.

I'm wearing 'em now. You
gotta see these things.

That's okay, Oliver. That's okay.

Okay. Just saying, it takes a great man

to tell his friend when
to change his underwear.

I had to feed my baby in hiding

because I didn't want to
offend Mr. Prudish here.

I think he's getting
a little less prudish.

He was about to flash us his ginch.

Ohh. (Chuckles)

(Whispers) Hi, sweetheart.

Mm.

How are you?

Numb.

Ask me again in five minutes.

(Clicks tongue)

(Whispers) Come here.

♪

(Nick) This car is highly inconspicuous.

(Andy chuckles) (Sam) Well,
beggars can't be choosers, pal.

It's not like 15
Division has a pleth-ore-a

of unmarked cars sitting around,
especially on short notice.

I think you meant "plethora."

There he is.

(Beeps)

(Dale) Hey, Mike. (Chuckles)
What's happening, man?

(Mike) Oh, well, look who it is.

(Man) What happened to your face, Dale?

Not so pretty anymore. You get in a fight?

Don't worry. I got the message,

and... and I'm here to
make it right, you know?

We... we had an agreement,

and... and I'm good for
it. You... you can trust me.

- He's too nervous.
- Where's my money?

Either that, or he's
trying to tip 'em off.

You got it and brought it or you didn't,

- and if you didn't...
- Of course I brought it.

- I just need to hit the can.
- No, no, no.

Hey, no way. Mike, come on. Come on.

- I got your money. I just...
let me take a leak first.

What is he doing?

(Radio static)

What's going on?

The wire is down.

(Turns off receiver)

(Sighs) I hope that slimeball

is not climbing out the window
right now with our 30 grand.

Damn it. Now we gotta go in there.

Okay. I'll go in. I'll check it out.

McNally, you don't know
why the wire's down.

Yeah, well, he might be in trouble.

Yeah. He might have taken it off himself.

Look, it's a place of business.

I'll just go and ask
a couple of questions.

They sell wooden pallets.

I'll improvise.

Keep the radio open so
we can hear everything.

If anything goes wrong, you let us know.

All right. You hear me?

Yeah. You're right there.

I'm just a girl lookin'
to buy some wood pallets.

Nothin' weird here.

Game plan?

We move, head around back.

Let's hope to hell she
knows what she's doing.

(Door closes)

Can I help you?

Yes. Uh, I'm guessing you sell pallets.

Am I right?

Yes.

I need to price them.

Here's our price list.

They're so expensive.
Uh, I only need tw... two.

(Mike) Time is up, Dale!
Come on! (Pounding on door)

We don't sell them individually,
actually. (Shouting indistinctly)

(Dale speaking indistinctly) Really?

Uh, well, maybe you can make an exception.

Uh, can I speak with your manager?

He's not here.

Well, somebody's back there.

No! Hey, wait! Mike! No,
you can't go back there!

(Andy) Sam, I need backup.
They found the wire.

(Beeps)

All right. Anybody
comes out the back door,

you take 'em down, yeah?

Yes, sir.

(Dale) Don't do it, man. Look... aah.

They made me wear the wire.

That's why I flushed
it down the toilet, man.

Aah. I wasn't gonna rat on you guys.

(Speaks indistinctly) (Grunts)

- (Man) Knock him out, Mike!
- Police!

(Speaks indistinctly)
Put your hands up now!

(Panting)

Dale!

You! (Grunts) (Grunts)

(Woman) Ohh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't move. Get down
on your knees. (Grunts)

Put your hands on your head.

(Handcuffs clicking)

(Grunts)

Andy, where's Dale?

(Panting) (Grunts)

(Panting)

(Pants and grunts)

(Both grunt)

(Pants) Hey, bro.

(Grunts and groans)

(Handcuffs clicking)
Why'd you run, brother?

(Grunts) Aah!

(Radio chatter, camera
beeping and shutter clicking)

(Indistinct conversations)

Looks like almost $2
million in street value.

A nice little gift,

courtesy of Detective Jerry Barber.

Guys? Guys, this was Barber's case.

Make sure he gets the credit, all right?

(Exhales deeply) Hey.

Nick is, uh, taking
Dale back to the station.

Um, if Gabriel was here,

I have no idea where
they would have put him.

The drug squad has turned
this place upside down, okay?

He's not here. He never was.

I suggest you go question
your guy Dale again,

see where else his snuffleupagus
brother might be, okay?

What is your problem?

Look, if he's out there,
we need to go find him.

We are not one person, okay?

I am tired of following around
the voice inside your head.

I should have listened
to Jerry the other night.

Instead, I listened to you.

Are you blaming me for Jerry?

I blame myself, okay,
because I'm stupid enough

to get into the habit of listening

to a rookie's instincts instead of my own.

(Sighs)

I... I just... I really just needed

to stay away from you for a little, okay,

but you had to suck me into your day.

I can't do it anymore.

(Indistinct conversations, radio chatter)

Hey, any luck?

Well, I put in a couple
calls, found out what I could

about Dale's brother Gabriel. And?

Swarek was right. He's been playing us.

There is no brother.

No. That's not true.

Nick, the guy was looking
me right in the eyes.

He was telling the truth. I
saw the kid's picture myself.

Well, there was a brother,
but he died... five years ago.

(Telephone rings in distance)

(Thud)

(Door buzzes and beeps)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Door closes)

Come on now. Don't look at me like that.

You guys got what you wanted.

Why would you do that?

We trusted you. Jerry trusted you.

Mike found me ditching the wire,
so I made a run for it. What?

I mean, I knew you guys
wouldn't believe me.

I believed you.

I believed you had a brother,
and now I look like a fool.

Yeah, well, I didn't
lie. My brother is gone.

Maybe I wanted to be one
of the good guys for him.

(Scoffs) Save it.

(Traci) You didn't have to do that.

Hey, Traci.

Yeah? (Whispers) Okay.

- (Women) Yeah.
- Sorry to bother you,

but Dov and I found a
few things on Jerry's desk

we thought you might want.

Uh, also, I found something
that I'd like to keep,

um, but if you don't
want me to, I understand.

What is it?

Uh, Pritom. His kid.

His foster child.

Jerry was sponsoring this kid?

I was thinking the division could continue

to sponsor him, in honor of Jerry.

Also, we, uh, found this.

(Paper rustles)

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

You should probably go talk to Gail.

(Glasses clinking)

- (Nick) Hey.
- Hey.

You're out.

Yeah. I'm out.

Ahem. Uh, now that, uh, we're all here,

I'd like to make a toast to, um, to Jerry.

He was a good man and a good cop.

I never got to tell him that.

(Voice breaking) So, um, I'd just...

I'd like to say, uh... I want to...

Jerry...

screw it, buddy. I'm
drinking your scotch, my man.

(Women chuckle) Jerry!

(All) Jerry.

(Bottle clatters)

Actually, uh, I have something to say.

Um...

Chris and Dov found this.

(Sighs) It's the speech that
Jerry wrote for our wedding.

(Paper rustles)

(Sighs, voice breaks) So... here goes.

"Thank you for coming. I'll make it short

so we can get to the
partying, but who am I kidding?

Some of you are probably already drunk...

Oliver."

(Woman chuckles)

(Voice breaking) "I am
the luckiest man alive."

"I don't just have good
friends. I have great friends.

Noelle, thanks for helping me

make the playlist for
this little shindig.

Gotta be honest, though.
When you weren't looking,

I did sneak the 'Macarena' back on there."

(Laughter)

(Chuckles)

"Ollie, you know you're my brother."

(Voice breaking) "I can only hope that

I'm half the husband you are

and, when the time comes, half the dad."

(Crying) Just so you
guys know, crying or not,

I am gonna read this whole
damn thing. (Chuckles)

"Sammy. The best man.

No truer words were ever spoken.

I trust you with my life because... "

(Voice breaks) "Because
no matter what happens,

I know you'll always have my back.

I love you, man."

(Voice breaks) "And to my
beautiful wife Traci... "

(Crying)

"And to my beautiful wife Traci,

you aren't just part of my life.

You are my life.

You have taken this simple
man and made him a king.

Until the day I die,

you will always hold the key to my heart."

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey.

You were right.

The guy was playing me.

Sorry.

You know, for the record,
I would do it again,

'cause if there's even a small chance

that he was telling the truth...

I know.

You're right. (Clears throat)

It's our job.

(Horn honks in distance)

(Voice breaking) I know you're grieving...

qnd I know we all grieve in our own way,

but don't take this out on me.

I... I did take it out on you.

I'm sorry.

If you really blame me for Jerry...

I don't. I don't.

Well, then why are you so mad at me?

I'm not mad.

I just can't... I can't do this anymore.

Can't do what?

I can't be a cop and be with you.

Sam, this is not about our job.

- We knew this was trouble even before we started, okay?
- Okay, look,

I... I'm trying to talk to you, okay?

I... I want to go through this with you.

I know you're hurting.

Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm not myself.

I don't know, okay?

But this is my feeling

in my gut right now, all right?

I can't do this anymore.

(William Fitzsimmons'
"by my side" playing)

No. You don't mean this.

Someday we'll be able to be friends again.

(Voice breaking) Don't! Don't do that.

Don't take everything that we are

and... and button up our relationship

with some stupid cliche.

♪ I still hear you calling

(crying) Are you saying it's over?

♪ When sleep is escaping me

♪ I still hear you farther on

Then leave.

Okay? Just get in your truck and go.

♪ In waking

♪ a ghost in the window shade

(sobs)

♪ My lover

(truck door opens)

(Crying)

(Door closes)

(Engine starts)

♪ By my side

Uh... (Sighs)

♪ Walk with me

(voice breaking) when
I woke up this morning,

you know, I didn't... I...

I didn't even know how I
was gonna get out of bed...

(Sighs) but...

♪ By my side

I look around this room, and...

and I see that I'm not alone.

None of us are...

(Sighs) so...

please, everybody, just, uh... (Sighs)

raise a glass to my husband. (Crying)

(Sighs)

♪ We dance through the evening

♪ you feather around my toes

♪ I still hear the words you pled ♪

♪ by my side

♪ walk with me

♪ make this well

♪ by my side

♪ hmm, hmm, hmm

♪ hmm, hmm, hmm, mm, mm

♪ hmm, hmm

(telephone rings)

♪ Hmm, hmm