Rookie Blue (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 12 - Every Man - full transcript

All right, listen. Whatever
happens, tell the truth.

If you don't know the answer,
don't be afraid to say so.

- I feel like we're on trial.
- We are.

- Frank.
- Is everybody all right? Diaz?

- What can we do?
- Just leave them alone.

S.I.U.'s on their way.

- Frank, they're our responsibility.
- Not tonight.

Just go home.

(Camera shutter clicks and beeps)

(Woman speaks on P.A. indistinctly)

(Radio chatter)



(Shutter clicks and beeps)

(Shutter clicks and beeps)

(Radio chatter continues)

(Cell phone vibrates) How long before
we have to hand this over to S.I.U.?

An hour, maybe two.

(Shutter beeps and clicks)

Mills.

(Camera shutter clicks and beeps)

- Who's Mills?
- It's who they send in

when they wanna throw someone under a bus.

(Door buzzes)

(Indistinct conversations)

- Miss Mills.
- Staff Sergeant Best.

They haven't been
separated and sequestered?



I just brought them out.
You can use my office.

Yeah, that'll be fine. Thanks.

Officers, I'm Sarah Mills with S.I.U.

I've reviewed the surveillance
footage of the incident.

Now I'm just gonna ask
you a few questions.

Of course, while I
conduct these interviews,

I'm going to ask that you
not talk to each other.

I'm sure you all know how easily

witness testimony can be... compromised.

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Radio chatter)

(Radio static) (Indistinct conversations)

(Blinds rattling)

(Sarah) Officer Peck, how's your father?

(Gail) He's good.

Your mother?

Okay.

Uh, let me... let me just start off

by saying that I have no
idea how this happened.

Thank you for that.

This is investigator
Sarah Mills with S.I.U.

The time is...

2046, and I'm investigating the incident

which occurred in booking.

With me is Officer Gail Peck.

Now then, Officer Peck,

please,

start at the beginning.

Well, I... I mean, I would
picked a shrink closer to home,

but... you know.

I know mom couldn't bear it
if somebody recognized me.

She doesn't care anything about that.

(Scoffs lightly) You're right.

She only cares about me and whether or not

I'm making her look bad.

Your mom's a beautiful woman.

Nothing could make her look bad.

Ohh, that's a good spin.

No wonder you're inspector.

Have you thought about
taking any time off?

You've had a hard year.

Your mom could get you something

nice and quiet at headquarters.

Yeah, so every day could be

"take your daughter to work" day.

No.

I'd rather be abducted again.

Don't joke about that. Never.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Siren wailing in distance)

Hey. Muffin?

Uh, we've been broken up for like a year.

You have to stop calling me that.

No, I mean, do you want a muffin?

(Mouth full) They're
really, really, really good.

Yeah, you have to keep these coming,

'cause today's gonna be an
"eat my feelings" kinda day.

(Chuckles)

(Door buzzes)

You find out anything
about that task force

Callaghan's putting together?

No, only that my father
doesn't want me on it.

Why not?

He doesn't think I can
cut it on the street.

But he told me not to
worry because I'm a Peck

and I'll get promoted anyway.

Hey. I wish I was a Peck.

(Andy) Hey.

Look. My friends are here.

Dov and Chris, Gail.

- We know who we are.
- Hey. Uh, you want a muffin?

Perfect. (Door buzzes)

What's going on? Big interview?

Yes. Yeah, very big
interview. Sensitive, too.

- So...
- Mm...

Do not disturb.

Okay, the point is,
whatever this task force

they're putting together,
I want to be on it.

I have to prove that I'm
not some tragic little girl

- who can't handle herself.
- Can we talk about something else?

Anything? The weather, the Biebs?

All right. I'm just gonna say...

I hate his new hair.

(Door closes) Hey, like I said...

Do not disturb.

Diaz, someone's asking
for you at reception.

Epstein, I need to talk to you.

Hey.

- Have you seen Nick?
- Who?

You know, pretty boy, Afghanistan.

Ringing any bells?

Oh, yeah. Nope.

(Dov and Frank speaking indistinctly)

(Dials phone)

Hey, it's me. Where are you?

Not that I'm checking in
on you, because I'm not,

but I just... (Sighs)

Crystal Markes. Well, what...

Whatever. I'll see you
in parade. (Phone beeps)

What time did you arrive for shift?

8:30. Was there anything
unusual about your morning?

Define "unusual."

I think you know what "unusual" means.

No, everything... everything was usual.

Sam, Oliver, you're assisting
Halton region with a warrant.

The rest of you,

big football game this afternoon.

Get out there, make sure no one gets hurt,

nothing gets damaged.

Uh, where's Officer Collins?

Called in sick.

You are late.

I was just... I had to... I'm sorry, sir.

Thanks. You just volunteered
to work in booking.

Everyone else, dismissed.

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey. You okay?

I mean, 20 minutes ago
you were the muffin man.

Now you look... ill.

I'm... I'm fine. I... I just

I just want to get to work.

Do you know why Officer Diaz
was assigned to booking today?

Well, someone... someone's
gotta do it. (Chuckles)

It's just that his name
was at the bottom of roll,

which usually means an
officer arrived late.

I... don't know.

I don't... I don't remember.

We'll just record that you, Officer Peck,

were on time for parade,

and focus on what you do remember.

(Crowd cheering)

(Man) Yeah! (Air horns blowing)

(Cheering and indistinct conversations)

Yeah, buddy. I get it, man. You know what?

(Andy) Knock it off! Shut up!

- No, no, no, seriously, good game.
- Hey, Dov!

(Man) So you guys going
to get a beer or something?

Seriously, you got...
you got three seconds

to shut your mouth before
I knock your teeth out.

(Andy) Okay, you know what?
The game's over, so let's go.

Officer, I don't want any trouble.

- I'm just trying to have a good time, but this guy...
- (Dov) Good, then go home.

Come on, I'm just trying
to have a good time, too...

- with your mom.
- That's hilarious.

Hey, hey, hey! (Crowd shouting)

Hey! Whoa! Back off!
Everybody get back! Hey!

- (Shouts indistinctly) Hey! You're under arrest.
- Sorry!

I'm sorry! I don't even know
that guy, and he punched me!

Look, li... listen. I was
minding my own business.

- I just want to go home. I...
- Too bad.

(Shouting continues) Aw, come on.

(Handcuffs clicking)

Okay, I'm gonna search you
now. Do you have anything

do you have anything in your
pockets that could hurt me?

(Dov) Gail! Help!

(Shouting continues) (Men groaning loudly)

I put the suspect in my squad car,

and then I went back
to help Officer McNally

and Officer Epstein.

Did you search the man
before you put him in the car?

Well, I didn't have time
to do a thorough search,

'cause they needed backup.

Not even a pat-down?

Let me remind you...

given what's happened today,

there are charges pending, Officer.

Do you remember patting down the suspect?

Yes.

Yeah. Yeah, I patted him down.

That's protocol.

Dov, she wants to talk to you next.

(Door opens)

Officer Epstein, given your history,

I'm sure you know how it works.

My history?

You were the subject of
an S.I.U. investigation

- earlier this year.
- Yes, ma'am, I was,

but obviously this is much different.

Would you like some water?

No, thank you.

Okay then.

Let's talk about today.

(Pop music playing)

(Groans softly)

♪ We can talk about it ♪

♪ 'cause after all ♪

♪

Hey.

(Door closes) Banana chocolate chip?

Nanna's recipe.

Your Nanna is Martha Stewart?

I just want everything
to be good, you know?

I want Traci to feel better.

I want Andy to stop missing Swarek.

Uh... I want Gail not
to have to see a shrink.

A... and I never want to

have to pick you up at the hospital again.

And since I don't know how
to fix any of those things,

I'm making muffins.

(Mouth full) You actually
might be on to something.

It's good.

(Chuckles) Yeah.

(Fingernail tapping)

Officer Epstein, you
recently took some time off.

I... I... I hurt myself
playing basketball.

I didn't want to come back
till I was a hundred percent.

(Chuckles softly) And
are you a hundred percent?

Yes, ma'am. (Door buzzes)

You find out anything about that task
force Callaghan's putting together?

No, only that my father
doesn't want me on it.

Why not?

He doesn't think I can
cut it on the street.

But he told me not to
worry because I'm a Peck

and I'll get promoted anyway.

Hey. I wish I was a Peck.

Hey.

Look. My friends are here.

Dov and Chris, Gail.

- (Gail) We know who we are.
- (Chris) Uh, you want a muffin?

(Andy) Perfect.

What's going on? Big interview?

Yes. Yeah, very big
interview. Sensitive, too.

- So...
- Mm...

Do not disturb.

(Radio chatter)

(Chuckles) Okay, the point
is, whatever this task force

they're putting together,
I want to be on it.

I have to prove that I'm
not some tragic little girl

- who can't handle herself.
- Can we talk about something else?

Anything? The weather, the Biebs?

All right. I'm just gonna say...

hate his new hair.

(Door closes) Hey, like
I said... do not disturb.

Diaz, someone's asking
for you at reception.

Epstein, I need to talk to you.

- Hey. Have you seen Nick?
- Who?

(Gail) Pretty boy, Afghanistan.

- Ringing any bells?
- Something wrong, sir?

People talk. E.R. nurses talk.

You want to tell me what happened to you?

And don't tell me you got
hurt playing basketball.

Then you want to tell me
about your new girlfriend?

- I don't know what you're...
- Crystal Markes!

Who you sleep with is none of my business,

but, Dov, what the hell are you doing?

Dating the girl who...
whose brother you shot?

Getting your ass kicked because of it?

Is this your twisted way of
dealing with what happened?

You're right, sir.

My personal life is none of your business.

Don't be late for parade.

(Sarah) You've been off active
duty quite a lot this year...

almost a month and a half
after the Tyler Markes shooting.

That leave was mandated.

I know sometimes it
takes a good deal of time

to fully recover from
an incident like that.

I think you'll find,
considering the circumstances,

I did the best I could today.

The best you could...
considering the circumstances.

Okay.

(Crowd cheering) (Air horns blowing)

(Indistinct conversations) (Man)
Guys, you look so good. You look good.

Are you guys Raiders fans?

(Man speaking indistinctly)

- (Man) Good game, man.
- (Andy) Knock it off!

It get it, man. You know
what? You can can shut up now.

- No, no, no, seriously, good game.
- Hey, Dov!

(Man) Hey, you wanna go
for a beer or something?

Okay, you got three seconds

to shut your mouth before
I knock your teeth out.

All right, game's over. Let's go.

Officer, I don't want any trouble.

- I'm just trying to have a good time, but this guy...
- Good, then go home.

Come on, I'm just trying
to have a good time, too...

- with your mom.
- Oh, yeah, you're hilarious!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

- Whoa! Back off! Everybody get back!
- Get on your stomach!

- I said get on your stomach! Hands on the ground!
- Hey! Get off!

- Put your hands on the ground!
- Ow! (Grunting)

Gail! Help!

Ohh!

(Spray hissing) Aah!

(Crowd shouting) Aah!

That's it! (Grunting)

(Groaning)

I used reasonable force
to subdue my suspect,

cuffed him, put him in my squad.

Have you ever been pepper-sprayed?

Yes, man, I have.

It's a standard exercise
at the police college.

They spray us. We have to
control and cuff a suspect.

Why do they make you do this exercise?

Uh, it's a test to make sure we can do
our job properly in extreme circumstances.

Would you say that you did
your job properly today?

Yes, I would.

I defused the situation, I
made the necessary arrests,

and no one got hurt.

Officer Epstein, when
you were pepper-sprayed,

did it hurt?

Y... yes, it did.

Just making sure you
give an accurate account

of today's events, you understand.

So what happened when you brought

the suspect back to the station?

(Radio chatter and static)

(Dispatcher) ... does not want contact.

You just want to do an area check.

(Sets gearshift and turns off engine)

- I need to wash my face.
- You already washed your face.

Oh, yeah? Well, it's still burning.

Well, that's what happens.

(Kicks seat)

Why don't you let me out of here?

Soon as the officer in front
of us has cleared the area.

(Spits)

(Gail) Out of the car.

Out! Get out!

(Grunting)

Hey!

(Fence rattles)

Gail! Take him before I kill him!

What the hell is your
problem? Huh? He okay?

He's fine. (Grunting)

Um, Officer, you're bleeding.

(Groans) Just...

(muffled) get in the car.

Get... go, go, go! (Panting)

(Panting)

(Slaps railing)

(Exhales)

When you took custody of the
suspect, did you search him?

I was covered in O.C. spray.

My nose was bleeding.

I could not have searched the guy

without contaminating him.

Besides, he was compliant.
He was cooperative.

Compliant? Really?

Cooperative?

He seemed compliant.
He seemed cooperative.

Thank you. That's better.

Has anybody seen my suspect?

(Radio static and chatter)

- How'd he get in there?
- (Gail) Well, Frank brought him in.

That's the guy that assaulted
me. I want to press charges.

Yeah, after you took a swing at me.

- Hey, why don't you calm down, pal? You almost blinded me.
- Stop it, please.

Dov. Dov. I got a lineup, okay?)

And I gotta get this done quickly,

- so just leave him alone...
- Let me out!

Hey! Let me out of here
right now, or I'll hurt him!

- I'm not kidding around! Are you listening to me?
- This is Peck. We've got a hostage situation

- in booking... barricaded gunman holding one.
- No, do not point that at him, do not point that at us!

Put it down! Get back!

Put your weapon down!

One minute the suspect
appeared nonthreatening,

the next... he had a gun.

Okay, let me get this straight.

You lost control of your first prisoner

- and pepper-sprayed him.
- I never had control of...

Then, when you switched
prisoners with Officer Peck,

you threw your new prisoner
into the back of a squad car

and left him there unsupervised?

Everything happened very fast.
I had to make a judgment call.

The same way you made a judgment call

in the Tyler Markes case?

I was cleared in that shooting.

Oh, I'm aware of that.

That's all for now, Officer Epstein.

(Radio chatter)

Dov...

Officer McNally, you're up.

(Door closes)

I'm now with Officer Andy McNally,

15 division.

I knew your father.

Great.

Okay.

Officer McNally, tell
me about today's shift.

Uh, well, it was a
pretty normal day for me.

I came in... about an
hour before roll call.

Why?

I've been coming in
earlier to go to the gym.

You know, just to clear my head.

You feel the need to clear your head?

No.

(Gate whirring)

Hey, McNally.

Hey, how's it going, Sal?

Good. Picked up a friend
of ours about a block away.

Said he was walking to work.
Wouldn't let me take him home.

(Radio chatter) (Taps on window)

Nick?

Ohh! Ooh, sorry. Hey, buddy.

Hey. Am I late for parade?

Uh... uh, okay. You know what?
We're gonna get you in a cab.

(Sal) Hey, get him
cleaned up and out of here

before anyone sees him. I'd do it,

- but I'm late for jujitsu.
- Okay.

(Groans) Gotta get to parade.

Yeah, um... Salvador.

- Nick...
- What?

You know what? Maybe we
should just get you cleaned up.

(Stammers) I'm super late.

Lucky it's a busy shift today.

I feel lucky. (Laughs)

Come on.

- No, I gotta get into my uniform.
- No, you don't.

What you need to do is
text the desk Sergeant

right now that you have the flu, okay?

Actually, would you do
me a favor, actually?

Would you go into my, uh...

my locker and get my uniform for me?

- I can't feel my legs.
- Okay.

Just g-give me your
phone. I'm gonna text him.

Why are you drunk at 8:00 a.m. anyway?

'Cause I was still drinking at 7:00. Hey-o!

(Laughs) (Stifles laugh) Okay, I...

- I'm gonna get Gail to take you home after parade.
- No. No Gail.

No, seriously, she's
got enough on her plate.

- Nick, I've got enough on my plate, okay?... I...
- No. No Gail. No Gail.

- No Gail!
- All right. All right. All right, fine.

Just do not leave until I tell you, okay?

(Clatter)

(Door closes)

Hey. Wish I was a Peck.

Hey.

Look. My friends are here.

Dov and Chris, Gail.

- (Gail) We know who we are.
- Hmm?

Wait. Uh, want a muffin?

Perfect. (Door buzzes)

(Dov) What's going on? Big interview?

Yes.

Very big interview. Very sensitive, too.

So... do not disturb.

(Gail) Okay, the point is,
whatever this task force is...

(Indistinct conversations)

Nick. Come on. Wake up, please.

Please, pl... ple... wake up.

Here. I'm feeling totally better.

Yeah? That's great. Don't talk.

Just eat, drink, and sleep.

You made muffins? How
long have I been asleep?

Focus! Eat, drink, sleep.
Right? Say it with me.

(Both) Eat, drink, sleep.

Okay.

(Chris) Hate his new hair. (Dov chuckles)

Hey, like I said... do not disturb.

Diaz, someone's asking
for you at reception.

Epstein, I need to talk to you.

Hey. Seen Nick?

Who?

Oh. Pretty boy. Afghanistan.
Ringing any bells?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Nope.

It was a pretty typical day.

Except that Officers Shaw and Swarek

were reassigned to Halton.

That's right.

You and Officer Swarek were suspended
last year for conduct unbecoming.

Something about an
undisclosed relationship.

We were both reinstated.

Oh, no. I understand.

Work relationships can be difficult.

I can assure you, ma'am, that
relationship is no longer an issue.

Probably for the best.

Please continue.

(Fans cheering, noisemaker honks)

- (Man) Good game, man. Good game.
- Knock it off!

I get it, man. You know
what? You can shut up now.

No, no, no. Seriously, good game.

- Hey, Dov.
- Hey, you know what?

Hey, you wanna have a beer or something?

You know what, man? You
got three seconds, okay?

(Man) Oh, come on. Three seconds to shut
your mouth before I knock your teeth in.

- Hey, you know what? Game's over, so go home.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Officer, I don't want any trouble.

I'm just trying to have a good time,

- but this guy...
- Good, then go home.

Yeah, come on, I'm just trying to have

a good time, too, with your mom.

- Yeah, you're hilarious.
- Hey, hey!

- All right. Hey!
- Okay. Come on!

Back off! Everybody, get
back! (Punches landing)

Come here. You're under
arrest. (Speaks indistinctly)

- Stop it. Put your hands on the ground.
- Hey! Get off him!

Put your hands on the ground!

Great. Now I'm gettin' charged, right?

Yeah, you hit a guy in front of witnesses.

What did you expect?

Well, he deserved it.

Yeah, he did.

(Both chuckle)

Gail! Help!

All right. I'm gonna search
you. (Handcuffs click)

Anything in your pockets
that could hurt me?

That's gross.

Aah! (Grunts)

(Crowd jeering)

(Dov) Hands.

Come on.

(Radio chatter)

- Hey.
- Sorry.

Robert Sloan. No priors.

All right. I'll book him now.

Hey, you gotta speed this up.

I got Dov behind me with another body.

All right. Just cuff him to the bench.

Hey, man. What's the matter?

You catch a little cold out there?

- Why don't you bite me?
- No biting.

Listen, we need to get
this done quickly, okay?

I gotta get home as soon as I can.

Okay, well, then why don't
we get Traci to print 'em?

She's the fastest.

Oh, uh, she can't.

She's with Luke right now.

They're bringing in a
victim for questioning.

Uh, do you know which room they're using?

No.

(Keys clatter)

Uh, can you process my guy? I'm sorry.

I really have to deal with something.

(Telephone rings in distance)

(Door opens)

Hey. It's just me.

Uh, Luke is bringing a victim
in here for questioning, so...

Yeah, I'll get my things.

It's just, nine out of ten times,

he uses this room.

Just pretend you're drunk.
Shouldn't be too hard.

(Radio static, indistinct shouting
over radio) (Gail) This is Peck.

We have a hostage situation in booking.

Barricaded gunman holding one.

(Static) Okay.

Don't. Go home. You're a liability.

(Indistinct conversations, alarm sounding)

I was tidying up the room for
Detective Callaghan's interview.

I wasn't even in booking
when the incident started.

You left your prisoner to
tidy up an interview room?

I only stepped out for a minute.

A lot can happen in a minute.

Thank you, Officer McNally.

That's all I need from you.

Thanks.

Officer Diaz? Sorry to keep you waiting.

Please come in.

I'm sure you understand why I
had to take your statement last.

Yeah. I'm really exhausted, ma'am.

I'd just like to get this over with.

I'll do my best to get you out
of here as quickly as possible.

Thank you.

(Sighs) Start at the beginning.

Take your time.

I understand you've
been through a lot today.

I gotta get on that task
force Luke is putting together.

Well, you're poster boy for the division.

That's gotta make you a front-runner.

Unless, of course, it's undercover.

I'll grow a beard. I'll gain 30 pounds.

I'll do whatever I gotta do.

You're gonna need more muffins.

I mean, ever since I got
to 15, everyone's pegged me

as a small-town kid with
more muscles than brains.

I gotta prove that's not who I am.

If you were that guy, you
would've played it safe,

stayed in Timmins,

married Denise, be working security

at the Shania Twain Centre right now.

Wouldn't be so bad.

I love Shania Twain.

I've been going through your file.

You're a fine officer.

You were the "face of 15" for
that, uh, outreach campaign,

but I don't really see anything
in here that's remarkable.

Remarkable how?

No, no, there's no judgment in that.

I... I'm just trying to determine
what you bring to 15 division,

other than a chiseled jaw
and pleasant disposition.

Well, maybe I'm Aaron Rodgers.

Quarterback?

Guy couldn't get drafted.
Nobody wanted him.

He finally makes it to the pros,

and he sits on the bench for three years.

And he's some kind of hero of yours?

Well, when he finally got his shot,

he threw for 4,000 yards
and won a Super Bowl,

so yeah.

Today was not your super bowl.

All right. I'm just gonna
say, I hate his new hair.

(Door closes) Hey, like
I said, do not disturb.

Diaz, someone's asking
for you at reception.

Epstein, I need to talk to you.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Have you seen Nick?
- Who?

(Buzzer sounds) (Man) Crystal Markes.

Somebody looking for me?

- Right over there.
- (Woman) Chris.

Denise. H... how ya doin'?

(Chuckles) You look great. (Chuckles)

Thanks. I, uh, I, uh, I...
I haven't seen you in thr...

Three years.

Yeah, three years.

Sorry about coming here.

I, um, I tried the apartment first.

No. No, that... that...
that's fine. That's fine.

Is everything, uh... is everything okay?

Yeah, I, um... (Sighs)

I don't know how to tell you this.

There's really no easy way to do it.

(Sighs) Um, can you
just... just... just come?

(Chuckles)

Just...

You... you have a son.

So do you.

S...

Uh, his name's Christian.
He's 2 1/2. He's...

well, he's an incredible kid.
(Buzzer sounds, door opens)

Diaz, parade starts in
ten. Let's go. Suit up.

(Radio chatter)

(Sighs) I gotta go.

What am I supposed to do?

I'll c... I'll call you.

- Chris, we have to talk about this.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm... I'm gonna
be late for parade, so...

(Buzzer sounds, door opens) Chris.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

You were the booking officer today.

- That's right.
- Do you know why

Staff Sergeant Best
gave you that assignment?

(Sighs) Because, uh,
I was late for parade.

And why exactly was that?

(Sighs)

(People speaking indistinctly in distance)

(Frank) Big football game this afternoon.

Get out there and make
sure no one gets hurt,

nothing gets damaged.

(Gail) Where's Officer Collins?

(Door closes) Called in sick.

You're late.

Sorry, sir. I just... I had to... sorry.

Thanks. You just volunteered
to work in booking.

Everyone else, dismissed.

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey. You okay? I mean, 20 minutes ago,

you were the muffin man,
and now you look ill.

I'm... I'm fine. I... I just...

I just want to get to work.

I understand that booking
can be a stressful assignment.

It takes a lot of attention and focus.

It does.

Any reason why your focus
may have been impaired today?

Circumstances we should
take into consideration?

No. I had it all under control.

No. No, I can't leave yet.

Look, Denise, we need
to talk about this, okay?

I'm just saying, if he's mine, it...

yes, of course I'm saying "if."

Look, you drop this bomb
on me after three years.

Of course I'm gonna wonder...

Denise? (Buzzer sounds)

Hey. (Beeps)

Just... just...

(Radio chatter, beeps)

Look, Denise, there's a key
on top of the water meter

outside the front door.

Just let yourself in. I'll
get there as soon as I can.

Just...

Sorry.

Uh, Robert Sloan. No priors.

(Buzzer sounds, beep) Okay,
I'll just book him now.

Hey, you gotta speed this up.

I got Dov behind me with another body.

All right. Just cuff him to the bench.

Hey there, buddy.

What's the matter? Ya... ya
catch a little cold out there?

- Why don't you bite me?
- No biting.

Hey, listen, we need to
get this done quickly, okay?

(Handcuffs clicking) I gotta
get out of here as soon as I can.

Okay, well, then why don't
we get Traci to print 'em?

She's the fastest.

Oh, uh, she can't.

She's with Luke right now.

They're bringing in a
victim for questioning.

Uh, do you know which room they're using?

No.

Chris, can you process my guy?

I'm sorry. I really have
to deal with something.

(Radio chatter)

(Clipboard clatters) She likes me.

Yeah, she likes everybody. (Keys jangle)

Okay, Mr. Sloan... (Handcuffs click)

Ohh. I'm gonna need you to
empty your pockets, okay?

Yeah. (Buzzer sounds)

(Handcuffs clatter)

Why is this prisoner sitting alone

in a squad car in the Sally port?

Whose prisoner is he?

Well, I... I brought him in,
but I had to switch with Dov.

- So where's Epstein?!
- I... I don't know.

Where's McNally?

She went to go take
care of something. Uh...

Diaz, I gave you this detail,
which means all of this...

officers dumping their
prisoners and disappearing,

bodies left alone in squad cars...

it makes me look bad. Fix it.

Yes, sir. Yes.

(Keys jangle)

Staff sergeant best took
custody of the suspect

in the Sally port, then
handed him off to you.

Is that right?

That's right. So at this point,

the suspect was your responsibility?

He was.

Officer Peck, can you please
put Mr. Sloan in the bull pen?

(Keys jangle, handcuffs click) Mr. Sloan.

(Robert) Future Mrs. Sloan?

(Gail) I'm a lesbian. Ohh.

I get that a lot.

(Buzzer sounds)

Okay. We're gonna start over, all right?

Take that guy. (Lock clicks)

I'm gonna unhook you
now. Are you gonna behave?

(Exhales deeply)

Has anybody seen my suspect?

How'd he get in there?

- Well, Frank brought him in.
- That's the guy that assaulted me. I wanna press charges.

- (Chris) Hey, calm down.
- Yeah, after you took a swing at me.

- Hey, why don't you calm down, pal? You almost blinded me.
- Stop, please.

- Hey. Hey, look, look, Dov. Dov, I got a lineup, okay?
- I'll have your badge.

And I gotta get this done quickly.

- So just leave him alone...
- Let me out!

Hey! Let me out of here
right now, or I'll hurt him!

- This is Peck. We have a hostage situation in booking.
- I'm not kidding around! Are you listening to me?!

Put... do not point that at
him, and do not point that at us!

- Barricaded gunman holding one.
- Put it down!

- Get back!
- Put your weapon down!

Why didn't you put the
prisoners in separate cells?

It was only gonna be for a second,

until I got everything sorted.

Do you only follow protocol
when it's a slow day?

Because I've got news
for you, Officer Diaz.

A day like today... this is
precisely why protocol exists.

Yes, ma'am. I w...

Did you search the suspect
before you put him in the cell?

I thought they had already searched him.

And then you instructed
Officer Peck to put her prisoner

in the same cell as the
suspect you didn't search.

- They should've searched him.
- But they didn't,

and neither did you, and
you were in over your head.

It's not my fault people
didn't do their jobs.

It's not my fault
people were so wrapped up

in their own crap that
they didn't back me up.

Officer Diaz, are you saying
that your fellow officers

are to blame for what happened today?

That's not what I'm saying.

What are you saying?

I'm trying to tell you what happened.

(Alarm sounding) (Man) Let me out!

(Dov) Put the gun down. Let me
out of here, or I'll hurt him!

We can't do that. You've
gotta put the gun down.

- Do not point that gun at us!
- Get back! Get back!

- Just relax, man.
- Put the gun down!

- Back off!
- Take it easy.

Anyone else comes in this room,

- I'll put a bullet in this guy.
- Rob. My name's rob.

Shut up! Please don't shoot me!

(Clicks) Please don't shoot me!

Put the gun down now.
No one needs to get hurt.

Stop talking to me!

I'm only talking to him.

I'm only talking to Diaz.

(Radio chatter)

Okay. Okay. You wanna talk?

We'll talk. Just you and me.

Okay. All right. You wanna talk?

Let's talk, okay? It's just you and me.

- Okay, why don't you start by opening the door?
- All right.

First you're gonna have to
do something for me, okay?

That's the only way this will work.

What do I gotta do?

All right. Well, there's
innocent people in here.

We don't want them to get hurt, okay,

so what I'm gonna need you to do first is

you're gonna have to let Rob go.

No! No!

Okay, wait. Okay. What
about this guy here?

He's cuffed to the
bench. Can we let him go?

Yeah.

Okay. Officer Peck, get him out of here.

(Radio chatter, keys jangle)

(Handcuffs clicking) Hey,
no. Don't look at them, man.

Keep your eyes on me, okay?
Right here. Right here.

All right?

What about him?

- Tell him to move back!
-I can't do that.

Aah!

Aah!

Officer Epstein, get back now!

Epstein, do it!

Okay, look, man, you just
gotta calm down, okay?

Uh, what's your name?

- Elliott.
- Okay.

Elliott, my name's Chris.
Look, I gotta tell you,

that wasn't the best
way to start off, okay,

but what I need you to do now is

you're gonna have to let Rob go.

No! No, no. I can't!

(Inhales deeply) He's
my only way out of here.

No, he's not. He's not, okay?

Look, we're gonna find
another way out of here, okay?

You and me, okay?

We're in this together, all right?

Look, just... just tell
me why you're doing this.

(Panting) Because... I can't go back.

Go back? What do you...

Prison! I was in there for five years,

got out on three for good behavior,

and now I got a kid on the way.

New life, new lease.

You're gonna be a dad.

Look, look, well, do... d...
do you know what you're having?

Girl. Yeah. We're expecting a little girl.

Why? You got kids?

No. I just... I always wanted 'em.

- Just thought I'd be a good dad.
- Me, too.

That's why I gotta get
out of here. (Guns cocking)

My girls are waiting for me.

What's going on with the lights?!

Look, we're running out
of time, okay, Elliott?

Look, you gotta put the gun down!

- Mnh. No, no.
- Please. I didn't do anything.

- I didn't do anything.
- Shut up!

- Elliott! Look, Elliott...
- He's distracting me!

You're distracting me! Open the door!

- Elliott, look, you gotta calm down.
- Open the door!

Elliott, you gotta calm down.

If he dies, it's your fault.

Nobody's gonna die, okay,
not if you put the gun down.

Listen, Elliott, I'm
trying to help over here,

- but you've gotta put the gun down!
- Turn the lights on!

I'm not the one doing this, okay?

Look, I'm trying to keep you alive here.

Do you want to talk to your wife?

Look, I got a cell phone on my desk, okay?

You give me the number. I'll dial.

- I'll dial.
- No, no. Okay, fine.

You can dial.

(Gunshot)

(Shards clatter)

(Radio chatter)

(Clanks)

(Men speak indistinctly)

(Man) Send E.M.S.

Chris?

Officer Diaz, there's...
(Sighs) no question

you acted bravely and put
your own safety at risk

to save the lives of others.

That in itself is commendable,

but how you got to that
point is the greater issue.

Today...

would you say that you were...

distracted?

(Sighs)

I don't know.

Would you admit that you...

lost control of the situation?

(Paper rustles)

(Sighs)

(Dials cell phone)

Frank, come on up.

We're done.

(Beep)

(Door opens)

(Sighs)

(Indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing in distance)

Well, that's it. (Sighs)
I'm gonna lose my badge.

She made it seem like it was my fault.

She made us all feel like that.

You know, maybe it won't be so bad.

She told me one of us is
probably gonna lose our jobs.

She actually told you that?

Yeah. I think she was warning
me as a favor to my parents.

So that leaves three of
us on the chopping block.

(Chuckles) Like I said,
I wish I was a Peck.

Ms. Mills, you have to understand,

we're still dealing
with the recent passing

of one of our officers.

Okay, but now we've got
another death to deal with,

a man who was the
responsibility of this division.

That prisoner brought a gun into my house.

Because your officers
didn't follow protocol.

My officers are only human.

Yes, and I understand you
have a new baby at home.

Maybe your officers
aren't the only ones...

distracted right now.

(Lowered voice) My
personal life has nothing

to do with what happened today.

Two men were shot. One of them died...

in your cells, on your watch.

No matter how I look at this,

Frank, it... (Knocks on door)

Peck, not now.

I want to speak with you.

Officer Peck, I have
everything I need. Thank you.

Well, I need to revise my statement,

because I was wrong.

(Whispers) Peck, leave it.

I put the suspect in my squad car

without patting him down.

I remember now. I... I didn't search him,

and I didn't communicate that
fact to my fellow officers.

Officer Peck, do you
realize what you are saying?

Yes, I do.

The first officer who
takes custody of a prisoner

is responsible for the primary search

of that prisoner, and I failed my duty.

(Indistinct conversations)

All right. You guys go home.

Keep your phones on you.

She'll make a recommendation shortly.

Well, what about Gail?

Don't worry about Peck.
Worry about yourselves.

Sir, is someone gonna lose their badge?

I don't know. Keep your phones on.

Hey.

- Any word?
- Not yet. How's it going?

Victim's name was Elliott Benson.

Did three of five for aggravated assault.

Been on parole about a year.

I don't get it. (Sighs)

I mean, he's got a baby
on the way. He's on parole.

Why is he carrying a gun around?

Some people can't shake a bad habit.

Uh, you want me to wait for you?

No, go ahead. I'll meet you there.

All right.

(Telephone rings in distance)

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey.

Hey. What are you still doing here?

I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Well, that's not your job anymore.

(Siren wails)

Chris! Wait up.

Oh, I can't go to the Penny tonight, man.

I gotta get home.

Denise is there. She's waiting for me.

Denise is at the apartment?
Did you guys get back together?

'Cause I totally missed that.

She showed up at the
station today out of nowhere.

And?

And...

She... had a little boy with her.

You're kidding.

I did the math. He's the right age.

He even kinda looks like me.

You gotta get a paternity test.

Look, after what happened today,

I don't think I really care
whether he's mine or not.

Maybe I just want a
chance to be a good dad.

(Jon Bryant's "Evening Sun" playing)

(Sighs)

His name's Christian. Can you take a cab?

Yeah, sure.

Good luck.

What if S.I.U. calls and we're
having so much fun, we miss it?

Uh... I think we're probably safe.

♪ ...the hand of faithfulness ♪

♪ I can't let up ♪

Wow. Hair of the dog?

Here you go.

Hair of the ginger ale.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Sighs) What's going on?

I mean, super rookie
comes to work today drunk?

Next year I'll book it off,

take a personal day or something.

♪ Take her to the waters ♪

Who was it?

♪ ...leave her out to dry ♪

Shane Butler.

He was a platoon buddy.

He took my patrol, took my place

and... drove over an I.E.D.

♪ Set your eyes upon the lord ♪

I don't want to carry that around with me,

so once a year,

if I do this, I can forgive
myself without forgetting.

♪ Oh, the feeling... ♪

Hell of a day to get the flu, pal.

Come on.

♪ ...of night ♪

♪ such relief ♪

Look who the cat dragged in.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

♪ Ain't no currency
to buy your heart ♪

♪ pure as gold is ♪

(Christian speaks indistinctly)

Hi. Yeah.

(Speaking indistinctly)

♪ It is good ♪

♪ to find ♪

♪ a lover ♪

(Sighs)

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

(Speaks indistinctly)

I should have told you sooner.

(Beeping)

I don't expect you to take
care of us or anything.

(Chuckles) It's just...

(Sighs)

I don't know if I can do this
by myself anymore. (Chuckles)

♪ Set your eyes upon the lord ♪

Chris.

Yeah.

♪ Set your eyes upon the lord ♪

It's been a long day.

Uh, right now I'd just like to...

do this.

(Whispering) Okay.

Okay.

(Beeping continues)

(Laughs)

(Chuckles)

Just call already.

(Indistinct conversations)

There she is.

(Dov) Pull up a chair.
We're sitting Shivah.

So my father is inspector, and
my mother is superintendent,

and I am a Peck.

- Gail, what's wrong?
- I was talking to my dad,

and I was practically
kinda, like, bragging to him

how I handled myself
today, and... (Chuckles)

'cause I guess that I thought that...

(Chuckles) My God. Oh,
my God. I am an idiot!

What are you talking about?

Well, um, S.I.U. called,
and they are suspending me,

and they're going after my badge, so...

(Brian borcherdt) ♪ ...Me down ♪

(Whispers) Yeah.

♪ All my armies ♪

♪ are ruined ♪

♪ all my arrows ♪

♪ lay strewn about ♪