Rookie Blue (2010–2015): Season 4, Episode 5 - Poison Pill - full transcript
Dov and Chloe respond to a call to assist paramedics who are trying to take a woman who appears to be on drugs but her husband refuses to let them saying she doesn't take drugs. But they tell him she has to be taken to the hospital to be sure. They ask him where she got the drugs, he says he thinks it's an acquaintance of his wife who owns an art gallery. McNally and Cruz go to check the guy out and they find him, passed out, with face in some drugs. When they wake him up, he throws the drugs at them but collapses. They have the man taken to the hospital. But they learn that the woman who was brought in, is not suffering from a drug overdose but is infected with anthrax. So McNally and Cruz have to remain till a hazmat team can check them out. In the meantime, all the cops try to find out where the anthrax came from. They start by tracking down the dealer who sold the guy his drugs because they believe the drugs were contaminated.
(Cher Lloyd) * boy you
never had much game *
Dov?
You're male, right?
Huh?
- (Gail) You. Male. Am I right?
- Yes, Gail, I am.
What does that mean, in guy...
- You're so... (Laughs)
- (Gail) Eye contact and laughing too hard?
'Cause I know what that means in girl.
- (Nick) Oh, not seals.
- They're...
they're just unwinding after work, Gail,
- like colleagues do.
- Colleagues.
Colleagues that have
spent six months together
working undercover
and sharing stories together
and cooking with each other?
I... thought you and
Collins were all good now.
* and everywhere we went... come on! *
He just looked... at her lips.
He lip-looked her.
Nope. I'm still way better.
(Sets down glass) Excuse me.
- Chloe.
- Hi.
Can I have a word?
I just scored a whale.
We'll just be a sec.
Yeah. Just a sec.
Here?
* I want you back, I want you back *
* I want you, want you back *
You know that guy's a fireman, right?
So?
So in a room full of cops,
you're basically talking to a guy
who operates a hose for a living.
What's on your mind, Dov?
"Rabid."
Rabbit?
"Rabid." The film.
1977. Cronenberg.
There's a screening in the park tomorrow,
and I was wondering if
you'd like to go with me.
I need to be really clear about something.
'Cause a lot of what you're
saying, I'm not gonna lie,
- is...
- Yes, I just... I asked you out.
What about Frank?
I don't think it's his kind of movie.
Doesn't... worry you anymore?
No, it does.
Believe me, it does,
but I, uh, think...
It's worth the risk.
You have no idea.
* and now you're doing them with her *
* remember all the things
that you and I did first? *
It's about time, Dov Epstein.
♪ boy, you can say anything you wanna ♪
♪ I want you back, I want you back ♪
♪ I want you back ♪
(siren wails in distance)
- Good morning.
- Hey.
What is this?
Look, I don't want to overstate this,
but this omelet is
easily the greatest thing
I have ever done in the history of... ever.
- Is that for me?
- Yeah.
That's so sweet.
You sit. You want coffee?
Nick...
- I don't eat eggs.
- You don't?
I hate them.
Do I know that?
Yep.
Ah.
Whoops.
Uh, okay. Okay.
I tell you what... I'm gonna
take some of the toppings.
I'm gonna put it on toast.
No, you don't have to do that.
No no. No, you'll love it.
I grill the tomatoes first.
It brings out the sweetness...
Nick?
Tomatoes?
What, you don't eat tomatoes?
- I'm allergic.
- Right.
Gives you that... rash.
Okay.
Well, if my goal this
morning was to gross you out
- and then disfigure you...
- You are doing so good.
Sorry.
I invented this recipe undercover.
I got kind of used to making it.
Oh, well, why don't you wrap
it up and bring it to Andy?
I don't want it to go to waste.
(Chair scrapes floor)
Hey, Trace, tell me something.
What was your first impression of me?
I thought you were sweet.
Come on.
Maybe pathologically ambitious,
'cause you kept sleeping
with your superiors.
(Laughs) So did you, so...
okay, that's not even the point.
We became friends, right?
Uh-huh.
So there's no reason why me and Marlo
can't become friends, you know,
once we get to know each other?
- McNally.
- Yeah?
Assignments are up. It's you and me today.
Morning, Nash.
Perfect.
- Hey.
- Hi.
(Clatter) Oh, sorry.
- (Chloe laughs)
- Sorry.
- I'm sorry. Let me help you.
- No, it's okay.
Wow. Uh,
I haven't dropped a bag over
a guy since the 11th grade.
Tyler Wotmo.
How'd that work out for you?
He was a nice guy. Terrible acne, though.
- So mixed?
- Yeah.
Hmm.
I'll, um, see you...
Later?
Later.
(Door opens)
- What was that?
- (Laughs)
What?
I... okay.
I, uh, I asked Chloe out on a date.
- Wait, you did?
- Oh. Wow, yeah. That's great.
What about Frank?
I know. Potential career suicide.
That's why I'm keeping it on the D.L.
Well, here's a tip... less googly eyes.
Hey, she dropped something.
(P.A. Tone chimes)
(Woman speaking indistinctly)
"OL-571."
Olanzapine?
Yeah. What's that?
Well, Wanda used to take that.
Dov, that's...
it's for bipolar disorder.
You... think Chloe has bipolar disorder?
- Those could be anybody's. They could be anybody's.
- Oh, yeah, no. I don't know.
Yeah, but still, that would
explain a lot of things.
I mean, her sudden transfer from 27...
Into her godfather's division.
Plus she seems... kind of crazy.
- Chris, we're not...
- Sometimes.
Listen, Dov, just leave
'em where you found them.
Whoever's they are,
they'll come back for them.
Yep, she's totally right.
This is none of our business.
Wait, wait, wait. Are you
even allowed to be a cop
if you're... (Whispers) bipolar?
(Knock on window)
Parade room, kids. Let's go.
(Buzzer in distance)
(Helicopter blades whirring)
Oh, so I looked up the movie last night.
Sex zombies. That's a bold choice.
Missing something?
But it is from the '70s,
so I guess we could just pretend
it's about gender politics or something.
I'm sure they did, right? (Laughs)
Are you okay?
You look all... furrowed.
- Are you hungover?
- No.
Should I drive?
No, I'll drive. Thank you.
Okay.
(Female dispatcher) 15-19,
EMS is requesting support.
Corner of Crawford and
Lobb. (Static crackles)
Copy, 15-19. We're on our way.
(Siren wailing)
(Man) Joelle. Excuse me.
- Get back, folks.
- Can you hear me, Joelle?
About time. This guy won't let us work.
- Say something! Joelle! Joelle!
- Sir. Sir!
Stay back. Step back!
They've made a mistake, okay?
They think she's overdosed.
Okay, well, you need to
let them do their job.
My wife doesn't use heroin.
I'm her husband, I should know.
Joelle. Joelle.
Okay. Okay.
This woman O.D'd?
Short answer, yeah..
Track marks, shallow
breathing, discoloration.
She won't respond to
the naloxone we gave her,
- so we're taking her in.
- This isn't happening.
I mean, how did he do it?
- It's not possible.
- Who? Who?
How did who do what?
Nathan.
Her ex, okay? He's a junkie. She's not.
- She's... she's my wife, okay?
- (Car door closes)
- Honey. Honey, I'm coming.
- Hey. Hey.
- Hey, hey, hey! Step back.
- Get off. You get off!
Yeah, this guy's not coming with us.
Talk to us. Who is Nathan? What did he do?
Look, it's Nathan Barnes.
It's her ex-boyfriend.
If she is using drugs, it's with him.
Okay, well, we will send
an officer to talk to him
if you calm down. Deal?
(Siren wails)
(Radio chatter)
So do you... have a big family?
No. Why?
Just curious.
You know, I think it says
a lot about a person...
size of their family.
Does it? Well, do you have a big family?
No.
What does that say about you?
Look, we don't have to do the whole
"get to know you" thing, okay?
Okay, well, you know what?
I figured we ride together,
so maybe we should try.
Oh, I disagree.
In fact, I think it's harmful
to a good police partnership.
Harmful?
Yeah. I don't need the drama.
Rather just do my job.
So then what about you and Sam?
Sam and I work because we
keep an emotional distance.
(Blows raspberry) That I can picture.
(Female dispatcher) 15-74, come in.
(Static crackles) Go for 15-74.
15-19's requesting support on a drug call.
1802 Strickland Avenue.
(Static crackles)
All right, thanks, Dov.
Okay, guy's name is Nathan Barnes.
Allegedly supplied
heroin that led to an O.D.
Hello?
Mr. Barnes? It's the police.
*
Nathan?
*
Hello?
Oh.
*
Sometimes this job is just too easy.
Huh.
Hey, bud.
*
Hi.
(Clatter)
(Exhales) Oh, my God, put him down.
Come here. Give me your
hands. Give me your hands.
Oh, my God. This is the
first time I've used.
- (Handcuffs clicking)
- Whoa, whoa. You're hurting me.
Whoa, whoa, what is that on your arms?
What is that?
Yeah, those. I'm not sure.
One, two, three.
(Thud) Okay.
Mark 15-74.
We need E.M.S. to 1802
Strickland right away.
(Static crackles)
When she stabilizes, we'll get a statement.
Okay.
Officers, I'm gonna need
you to step out of the room.
- Sir, you, too. Everyone out.
- What's wrong?
Your wife didn't overdose.
It's more serious than that.
Come on. Everyone out right now.
(Frank over radio) 15-74,
this is Staff Sergeant Best.
- What's your status?
- (Static crackles)
Sarge, just handed off our guy.
- We're about to bag his drugs.
- (Static crackles)
Negative, 15-74. Stand
down. Repeat, stand down.
His drug supply is contaminated.
Contaminated? With what?
Anthrax.
All right.
Yeah. Okay. I got it.
What? (Cell phone beeps)
They said to wait in
here for the Hazmat team.
That's it?
Well, what about all this?
They don't know. Specialists are coming.
Oh, that's awesome.
- I am gonna just really...
- McNally. McNally!
Calm down!
Oh, my God! You are not just
gonna play it cool right now!
(Exhales)
The more you freak out,
the more you're gonna
spread that stuff around.
You're unbelievable, you know that?
(Exhales deeply) You ever let it go?
Let what go?
You know, the tough-guy act.
The ice queen routine.
(Scoffs) Yeah, you know what? You and Sam
are just really perfect
for each other, aren't you?
- And... Sam again.
- Yeah, and Sam again.
You know, he's the only other person I know
that would get covered in Anthrax
and then chill out.
Do you know what I hate most in the world?
Kittens? Laughter?
Two girls standing in a room
shouting about a guy who's not even there.
We are in a situation here.
Can we keep our heads together, okay?
Just get through it.
(Indistinct conversations)
Cruz and McNally... are they all right?
We don't know.
But you're not getting
within a hundred feet,
you understand?
There's people on it. I need you here.
All right. So what are we dealing with?
The doctors are saying
the Anthrax is in the heroin supply.
What? How?
It's early. We're still
trying to piece it together.
I've brought in help from drug squad.
Good. Let's get to work.
Jacob Blackstone.
Look, Sam, he's familiar
with cases like this.
He's gonna run it. That gonna be a problem?
No, sir. Not today.
Good.
So the Anthrax bacteria
is getting into the heroin
supplies by natural means.
It's happening overseas
at the point of production.
Sometimes it's from bone
meal used to cut the drugs,
sometimes from animal
hides used to transport it.
Now once the dirty drug hits the streets,
users are dropping like flies.
Glasgow, Scotland, two years ago...
150 infected, 14 dead.
Now we've got two confirmed cases so far...
the housewife and gallery owner.
But we're looking at more.
And users who have been
exposed don't even know it yet.
We gotta find them. We
gotta get 'em into treatment.
The disease can kill 'em in 48 hours flat.
Shaw, you'll head that
up. Work the streets.
Yeah, we got that, sure.
Second part of this thing...
we need to find the
source of the dirty drugs
- and lock it down.
- Swarek, Nash, that's you.
- Why don't you start with the gallery owner?
- (Whispering indistinctly)
Find out who sold it to him,
who his supplier is, move on up the chain.
The faster we find it,
the more people we save.
Now we've got teams in
all downtown divisions.
We'll go citywide if we have to.
If we're dealing with sick people,
is there a chance that we can catch it?
No. It is not contagious.
You cannot catch it from another person.
The danger here is in the dirty drugs.
That is where the infectious spores lie.
It doesn't take much, people.
Now if you find any, walk away.
Call it in, we'll send a team.
There is one exception.
Collins, you served in Afghanistan?
Person dies, they start
to produce the spores.
Corpses are deadly.
Exactly. You find a body, same thing.
You walk away, you call it in.
Let's get to work, folks.
Thanks.
You know what? I could probably
use some backup on this end.
You want Collins?
I'll do it.
I'm sure Collins would
rather be in the field.
It's... fine by me.
Very well.
Hey. What's your name?
Gail Peck. At your service.
(Oliver) Shelters, soup kitchens, parks.
It's a wide net, people. Let's go.
Oliver, you mind if I drive?
In our whole history together,
what makes you think that I
would answer "yes" to that?
Well, it's just that...
I'd really like to take
the lead on this thing,
if that's okay.
Not exactly a glamour case, Diaz.
We're going to the trenches.
But still, if you don't mind.
Yeah.
(Car alarm chirps)
I'll go to the hospital,
talk to the victims.
Okay. Good. I'll call Cruz and McNally,
see how they're doing, all right?
(Exhales deeply)
(Clattering)
(Cell phone rings)
(Beeps)
Hey, Sam.
(Sam) Hey. How you holding up?
Uh, remember how I said
I liked abstract art?
I've changed my mind.
Okay. Uh,
you know experts are on their way, right?
Yeah.
Maybe I can distract you
with some police work?
Please do. Put you on speaker.
(Beeps)
- Hey, Sam.
- McNally.
Another day at the
office, huh? How you doing?
- Oh, you know.
- I hear ya.
Listen, we gotta track this
thing up the supply line.
So anything you can tell me about the drug
- might be helpful.
- Copy that.
Okay, but do not get any of it
on you, understand?
Sure thing.
The glassines are stamped "midnight."
- It's powdered. Slight yellow tint.
- Collins.
Check all recent drug busts
for midnight heroin, all right?
Oh. Sam, we gotta go.
Okay, listen, you guys
are gonna be just fine.
All right? I'll see you when you get out.
- All right. Bye.
- Bye.
(Beeps)
(Muffled voice) Hi. I'm Howard.
Are you two sisters?
- No.
- No.
Well, nonetheless, I'm Howard.
How do you do?
Mr. Bancroft, when did you first
notice your wife was unwell?
Not until this morning.
I... I left the house,
I was going to my clinic,
and there she was.
You know, she was lying on the sidewalk.
Do you know when she might have had contact
- with the contaminated drugs?
- I... I... I had no idea
that she was even touching heroin.
Okay? So I don't know how...
how this could possibly happen.
Mr. Bancroft, even the smallest detail
could help us build a timeline.
Um, look, Nathan was
having, uh, an art opening,
and... and she wanted to go.
Uh, so we fought about it.
I tried to put my foot down.
She went anyway.
I don't know. Maybe
that's when it happened.
When was that?
Uh... uh, Thursday.
- Okay. Thank you, Mr. Bancroft.
- Okay.
(Door opens) (Dov) Three days...
that's consistent with the
progress of the disease.
(Traci) Okay. If she wakes up,
and if Nathan Barnes does, get more.
- When, where, who was there.
- Got it.
Poor guy.
Excuse me. Sorry.
Uh, doctor, do you mind...
could I, uh, just ask you
a couple quick questions
about... what could you tell
me about bipolar disorder?
That's not really my area.
No, just broadly, if... if you don't mind.
Well, it's a mood disorder,
as I'm sure you know,
defined by extreme swings
from depression to mania.
Mania... is that like, um, you know,
talking a lot? Random thoughts?
Sure, sure, sure.
People experience what's
called flight of ideas.
Uh, racing thoughts. Cluttered speech.
- Is it serious?
- It can be.
Extreme cases can lead to psychosis...
delusions, hallucinations.
Thank you, doctor.
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
This is a lateral flow screening assay.
It's gonna confirm for us
if anthracis bacillus
is present, and at what concentr...
oh, wow.
Is that positive?
Yeah. Off the charts.
What does that mean?
Well, you're gonna need
antibiotics, that's for sure.
You know, to ward off the disease.
- And some follow-up shots down the road.
- Whoa. Hold on a second.
Ward off? You mean like, prevent?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
It's early. It's entirely treatable.
Wait, you didn't know that?
Uh... no.
Oh. Wow. Sorry. Uh, yeah.
You guys are gonna be fine.
- Oh, you must be hugely relieved.
- Yeah.
You don't get out of the
lab much, do you, Howard?
Okay, so... so that's it?
- We're okay?
- Totally. Just need to decontaminate you.
Okay. How does that work?
Well, I hope you're close.
Um... 'cause you have to empty your pockets
and take of all your clothes.
Hey, midnight heroin...
shows up in nine arrests.
All small-time users,
all within the last week.
Well, that makes sense, right?
New product.
That's why the disease is surfacing now.
These arrests are spread all over the city,
but there's a bunch near King and Niagara.
King and Niagara? That's near the gallery.
Think his hook-up's down there?
Well, you know, junkies love to shop local.
- Sir?
- Yeah?
I just got word from St. Pat's,
and a young man was
admitted a few minutes ago,
late-stage Anthrax.
(Sighs)
Send...
Send Nash.
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
Thanks. You, uh, got any
C.I.S near King and Niagara?
Yep.
- Let's go.
- Okay.
- Collins, with me.
- Yes, sir.
Here we go.
- Detective?
- Yeah?
Can I ask you a question?
You ran the Fort Erie U.C. operation
with Collins and McNally.
That's right.
I was hoping you could
tell me more about it.
Why is that? You thinking
of going into undercover?
Yes. Definitely.
I just wanna learn, you
know, about the life.
I think you should ask McNally
or Collins. They lived it.
Yeah, I'm just looking
for more of an overview
from someone who saw
everything that went on.
All right. Uh, good operation.
They were solid. They took to the job.
They got along well.
Yeah, but they would
have to get along. I mean,
they were playing boyfriend
and girlfriend, right?
Yeah, but even in their free
time, there was a rapport.
So, you know, it makes my job easier.
Free time?
I like to give my guys the weekend off
from, you know, a long operation.
They can go home, they
check in since there's, uh,
no phone calling or e-mailing.
So he could have come home if he wanted?
Collins? Yeah, he could have gone home.
But they decided to spend
the weekend together.
Uh, went to Niagara, something like that.
A little bike trip. Somethin'.
(Scribbles)
So, Officer Peck, you're,
uh, you're the girlfriend?
Yeah.
Then I'm sorry. I've,
uh, I've said too much.
And I need you to suck it up
and get your head in the game.
Understand?
Totally.
(Clicking)
(Oliver) Thanks, guys.
- Thanks a lot.
- (Radio chatter)
(Chris) All right. That
takes care of the alley.
Great, great.
Takes care of all the, uh, all the junkies
that like to read health warnings.
Hello, sir! Whoa!
Hey, green coat, I'm talking to you!
- Cedric!
- What?
It's okay. I... I know him.
Officer Diaz. I... I didn't see it was you.
How you doin', Cedric?
You, uh, you carryin' today?
(Laughs) No.
Hey, how's your, uh, how's your health?
Anything seem off?
No.
Cedric, there's some bad
heroin floating around,
and all we need to know
is if you've seen anyone that looks sick.
Like dizziness. Vomit. Sores.
Come on, Cedric. We're on
the same team today, okay?
This is important.
(Traffic noise in distance)
Last night, a kid came to score.
Rough shape.
His arms were... were all red
like... like they'd
been, uh, blow-torched.
Hey, yeah. That kid.
That kid. Do you know that kid's name?
No, I... I just seen him around.
- No.
- All right.
We're gonna go for a
drive and find that guy.
Okay?
Come on.
Okay. So...
everything comes off.
All of it.
That includes your, uh...
well, I mean, right down to the, uh...
under... panties.
What would you like us to
do with our under-panties?
Uh, set them aside. They'll be incinerated.
I mean, well, all your clothes
will be, not just your...
(Chuckles nervously)
that... that's obvious.
And our belongings?
Uh, take everything out.
We'll decon what we can.
Shouldn't we be doing this at a hospital?
You have enough spores in
you to infect a small village.
You step out that door,
we can't contain it.
Right. Of course.
So... (Latches click)
belongings out on the table...
clothes off,
and I'll be back.
Appreciate it. That's for you.
- Did you get a name?
- Nope.
A name, description,
the bar where he works.
*
Hello?
Wendel?
Yep?
*
You got any, uh, product on you?
(Chuckles)
Uh, you know, I've got a
bit of a talent for this,
and I'm pretty sure that you guys are cops.
Okay. You sold heroin to
a guy named Nathan Barnes,
and that heroin had Anthrax in it.
What?
Yeah, Anthrax, which
means you nearly killed him
as well as a young woman
who shared his drugs,
and God knows how many other people.
It's called midnight heroin.
Never heard of it.
Okay. Well,
we've been doing a little
homework on this, Wendel,
and here's what you need to know...
You inject this stuff,
you're dead in 48 hours.
Okay, look, you guys got this wrong.
I don't know where you
got your information from,
- but somebody's been...
- Okay. You can also get the disease
by handling it.
Oh, that's right. You get some in a cut,
rub your eyes, inhale a few of the spores,
that's all it takes.
How are you feeling, Wendel?
I feel fine.
Okay. Well, the disease
incubates a little while.
Sore throat, maybe a
little fatigue. No big deal.
Next thing you know,
you're puking pure blood.
- You look a little flushed to me.
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.
- You sure you're okay?
- Fever's one of the symptoms.
Now we can get you to the hospital,
get you some antibiotics, you know?
That'd be the smart thing to do
if you think maybe you did handle
a little midnight heroin after all?
Did you, maybe a little bit?
Yeah, he's not carrying right now.
Guy's just a middle man.
But he did confirm he sold to
Nathan Barnes five days ago.
How about his supplier?
White, early 40s, goes by the name "Boosh."
(Chuckles) Really? I'm never this lucky.
- What, you know him?
- Yeah, I know him.
We've had eyes on him for a while.
William Bouchard.
Listen, call up his
file, send it to Swarek.
I need you to listen to me...
this guy has a direct line
to a supplier overseas.
So this could be the mother lode, Swarek.
- Be real careful.
- You got it.
Faster we do this,
faster we get cleaned up.
Cruz, what's the problem?
- Tell me a secret, McNally.
- What?
Something big.
Something scary.
No. Why would I do that?
(Clatter) So we're even...
when I do this.
Yours.
Must have dropped it.
I went back to check and
I heard you guys talking.
You wanted to get to know me?
Here I am.
(Clicking)
(Bullets clatter)
Come on, McNally.
Say what you're thinking.
Nothing.
(Clatter)
You're thinking
how can I be a cop and be bipolar?
No. Look, you don't have to explain.
All right. How can I carry a gun around?
How can I back my partner?
I can't even control my own brain.
- That's not what I'm thinking. .
- Come on. Don't,
okay? I see your face
I know that expression well.
Well, look, it's... it's
really none of my business.
So...
let's just get through this.
But you see, I'm... I'm fine.
- Okay? I'm managing it.
- Okay.
I'm not saying it wasn't serious.
There was a time...
a couple years after the academy
when things got bad.
But I got help,
and it's under control.
I'm sure it is.
I mean I'm...
look, I'm glad it is.
All right? It can't be easy.
(Exhales deeply)
McNally...
Look, I'm... I'm handling it, okay?
Please, I... I need
you to believe me, okay?
Okay.
(Gun clicks, radio chatter)
(Radio chatter continues)
(Sam) Hard and fast.
Do not let 'em flush these drugs.
Police! Get down! Get on the ground!
On your knees! Now! Now! Now!
Get on the ground! Get on the ground!
Stay down! Don't move!
(Men shout indistinctly)
(Radio chatter)
Call in the techs.
(Indistinct conversations)
Gallery guy's still unconscious.
Cafe?
No, thank you.
(Telephone ringing in distance)
Okay.
(Trash can clatters)
You know he's a veterinarian?
Spends his days caring for animals.
Pays the mortgage on time. Buys snow tires.
- You guys talked about tires?
- Point is,
all she wants to do is go out and party.
Like oil and water.
Well, sometimes that can work.
Not if you're not honest
about who you really are.
Diaz, this is starting to feel
like a bit of a goose chase.
Cedric says he's right down here.
Yeah? Well, Cedric's, uh, powers of recall
don't seem particularly,
uh... state-of-the-art.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah, really.
'Cause I got a call last year
- about a stolen air conditioner.
- Uh-huh?
Suspect drove a yellow van,
and the guy that tinted the windows
said the client paid in frozen salmon.
- Frozen salmon. That's great.
- Yeah.
Which led me to Doug Burke.
- Uh-huh.
- Guy who stole all those reefer trucks?
- Remember?
- Yes.
- All right.
- Diaz...
Just go with me. All right.
Okay, Cedric panhandles outside
Burke's electronics store.
Not only does he I.D. the yellow van,
he puts it there at the right time,
and he remembers the license plate.
(Radio chatter)
(Flies buzzing)
It's t... toxic.
(Cell phone buttons clicking)
We have got to get ahead of this.
Blackstone, we got another "X" for the map.
(Radio chatter)
(Sam) Okay, start working Bouchard's file.
We need his whole network...
names, locations. Right
down to the corner boys.
Get some more hands on this,
'cause once we run them down,
we gotta run down everyone they sold to.
Excuse me, detective?
Yeah?
I've got the results,
but something's weird.
Weird? What... what is weird?
Wait. Why is your mask off?
(Sighs) The drugs are clean.
- What do you mean, clean?
- No Anthrax.
Tested the whole place. Not a trace.
Sorry, guys, this isn't your source.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. How is that possible?
- I don't know.
Blackstone, Swarek. We got it wrong.
(Jacob) What the hell you
talking about, we got it wrong?
The midnight heroin is
clean. Completely clean.
We're back to square one.
(Exhales deeply)
(Sighs) Does Frank know?
No.
What would happen?
I'd be suspended for not disclosing it.
Then I'd have a series of tests...
psych tests, stress tests.
But then they could reinstate you?
Yeah. Maybe, maybe not.
Yeah, but if you're managing it,
I mean, they can't fire you, can they?
No. They could do worse than that.
I could spend the rest
of my career at a desk.
I'd see people go out on
their way out to shift...
you know, they'd look at me and smile
and I'd see the pity and doubt.
But, you know,
I guess I'd just get used to that.
(Door opens)
Um,
are you, uh, decent?
(Andy) Yep.
Ah, good.
Okay, uh, so we've got showers outside.
It's a, uh, water-soap solution.
Uh, nothing too harsh.
But obviously, you gotta wash thoroughly.
Uh, between the toes. Under the arms.
All the, um...
- Folds.
- Got it, Howard.
Right.
Then you'll be taken to
hospital for antibiotics.
Okay?
You know, um...
I have never doubted your
ability to do this job.
Ever.
And how do you feel now?
Exactly the same.
No, no luck, Dov. I'm with patient four,
- and she's even worse than patient three.
- (Monitor beeping steadily)
(Dov) Same on this end. Still unconscious.
All right. Well, if anything changes,
you let me know, okay?
(Cell phone beeps)
(Sighs)
You know what? If the
midnight heroin is clean,
we're flying blind here.
So we gotta start over.
Look at this. You see this?
This is how Glasgow started.
Five X's turn into ten,
ten into a hundred. Boom... you've lost it.
- Yeah, we get it, all right?
- Nothing left to do but bag bodies
- and wait for it to crest.
- We're not gonna let that happen!
All right. Enough.
Now we know these people all
have dirty drugs somewhere.
So we camp by their
beds until they wake up.
And if they don't?
'Cause every moment they
lay there not talking to us,
more people are getting sick.
They don't have to talk.
(Buzzer sounds in distance)
Patient four attended Nathan's art opening.
Patient three, same thing.
How do you know?
Party stamps. They all have 'em.
We checked. Nathan and Joelle, too.
So all known victims point
back to the same source,
to one source... Nathan's personal stash?
Yeah, which tested
clean up the supply line.
I mean, that doesn't make any sense.
Unless contamination
didn't happen up the line,
- but down at the bottom.
- Wait a minute.
Someone spiked it.
You're saying this was on purpose?
I'm saying this is the
only thing that makes sense.
But who would have access to Anthrax?
Military researchers, lab techs,
but that's locked down tight.
I mean, even in a natural outbreak,
the feds are there in a heartbeat.
Natural outbreak?
Yeah, it's rare, but it happens, right?
Uh, cattle herds, pigs.
What about a veterinarian?
(Machine beeping steadily) (Sighs)
(Ventilator whooshing)
(Indistinct conversations)
Mr. Bancroft, we need a word.
(Dov) You need to come with us.
There was an outbreak
at a farm in Milton about six months ago.
And, uh, I was...
I was part of the team that responded.
And you saw an opportunity to...
get Nathan out of your life?
No. No. No. No. I...
Out of Joelle's life.
Right. You didn't want to lose her.
No.
(Chuckles)
She couldn't let him go.
You ever had to watch that?
You ever have to watch the
woman that you... you love
just being slowly bled dry
financially, emotionally, and...
That man is a parasite.
Well, he wasn't the only
one who got hurt, was he?
Look...
no one else was supposed to get hurt.
I just talked to the hospital.
His wife's doing better.
She's gonna pull through.
The others?
Too soon to tell.
- No, that's it, for sure.
- Just like that? Thanks, Doug.
All right. Kid had the stamp.
He was at the gallery opening.
We owe you big time, Cedric.
I mean, if that guy had
stayed there much longer,
someone could have got severely sick.
Or even worse.
Can... can you help me out a little?
Oh, you know we're not allowed to do that.
(Car door closes)
But I'm pretty sure you
dropped $20 in the back
of the squad car, right?
Appreciate that.
(Man) Okay, guys.
(Horn blares in distance) What?
I'm thinking of the, uh,
first O.D. call I took you on.
Remember the squat at Simco?
Oh, the one with the bathroom.
- Oh.
- (Exhales deeply) Yep.
You wouldn't look anyone in the eye.
I, uh, I couldn't tell if you were, uh,
disgusted or, uh, scared
or, uh, or just a jerk.
Huh. Yeah.
(clanking)
(Clicking)
(Buzzer sounds in distance)
Hey.
So...
- So, uh, it's been a long day.
- Yeah.
I'm thinkin' we should skip the movie.
Yeah, I saw that one coming.
You know what's so irritating?
Is I'd convinced myself
that you weren't a coward.
Well, I'm not a coward.
I just think things are a
little complicated right now.
What, with Frank?
Yeah, Frank...
but also the whole... bipolar thing.
You?
No.
You.
Me?
Yeah.
I mean, right?
Dov, who told you I was bipolar?
No one, but I found some pills
after you dropped your bag this morning.
Oh, and you just assumed
that they were mine?
I don't know. You
transferred from 27 division,
you were looking for something in your bag.
It all seemed...
to add up.
(Sighs) You have been scared
of this from the start,
and this was just your perfect out.
(Sighs)
Oh, and here...
Where is that thing?
Oh, here it is. I couldn't
find my lip balm! (Clank)
- Hey, McNally.
- Yeah?
Listen, Sam doesn't
know about this, either.
It's private.
Can I count on you to respect that?
Yeah. Of course.
Okay. Thanks.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Receiver clatters)
Oh! Whoa!
Gonna do some sprints later, you and me?
- Oh, that's really funny.
- Hey, nice.
(Laughs) Welcome home.
Mm.
- (Mutters indistinctly) You all right?
- Hmm.
- Hi.
- Hi.
You hate needles.
Not this one. I asked for seconds.
I'm fine, Sam.
- Huh?
- Promise.
(Traci laughs)
So what was worse?
The deadly bacteria or the company?
You know what? She's not that bad.
What?
She isn't. I wish she was.
Hi. Uh, easy.
Uh...
how do I know you're not infected?
I could spit in your face, see if you die.
- Yeah. How are you?
- (Laughs)
- You all right?
- I'm good.
- You feeling okay?
- Yeah, I mean, sure, yeah.
- Yeah? Little shaky?
- Been crazy.
- Um, I don't think so.
- No?
(Slaps) Ooh-hoo! (Laughs)
(Speaks indistinctly) See, right there.
(Andy and Nick laughing
and speaking indistinctly)
(Indistinct conversations)
Hey, good night, Diaz.
Do not think you're driving tomorrow.
Oh, you don't gotta worry
about that. It's my last shift.
- What?
- Yeah.
Uh, my transfer came early,
so we leave in the morning.
Why didn't... why didn't you say anything?
I don't know. I've kind of
been saying good-bye for weeks,
so I figured it'd just be easier
if I, you know, slipped out.
- You know.
- Oh.
So, uh...
thank you for letting
me take the lead today.
And,
you know, just...
for... for everything.
Yeah, Diaz. Thank you.
It's been a pleasure.
I mean that.
- (Woman) * shadow dance *
- Hmm.
♪ moon sky ♪
♪ underneath your crimson
light, hold your hand ♪
(Indistinct conversations)
♪
Yeah, I could be at an
outdoor screening right now,
in a blanket, cozy, touching.
Oh, stop.
Well, I'm just saying,
I have every reason to believe
there would be touching.
*
With both hands. I firmly believe that.
(Ice rattles)
(Indistinct conversations)
Do you get a kick out of it?
I'm sorry? (Sets down glass)
(Chuckles) Sending people
off to play house...
do you get a kick out of it?
Because it's kinda like a...
it's kinda like a science experiment.
Are they gonna fight? Are they gonna kiss?
Well, you know what the, uh,
the trouble with asking questions is, Peck?
- No, what is the trouble?
- Well, you get answers, right?
Do you want me to let it go?
Is that really... is
that your advice to me?
Oh, yeah. It's been... it's
been known to work, so...
Look, it's been a long day.
Why don't you let me call you a cab?
I want you...
(Sighs) I want you to just...
be straight with me, please.
So you wanna know if something happened
between McNally and Collins?
I don't know.
That's the truth, but I don't...
I don't think it matters, Peck,
because I think that
you've already decided,
and I think really what's only...
the only thing left for
you to decide is what
you're gonna do about it, so...
You have any more questions?
Yeah.
Do you wanna get outta here?
I... I didn't see that one coming.
Oh, i... is that a "no"?
Do I look stupid?
*
(bills rustling) Good night.
(Man) Night, bud.
♪ oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ can you heal my wounded ♪
♪ my wounded heart ♪
♪ oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ can you heal my wounded heart? ♪
♪ can you heal my wounded heart? ♪
♪ can you heal my wounded heart? ♪
♪
♪ well, save me from my... ♪
♪ oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪
♪ just save me from myself ♪
♪
♪ just save me from myself tonight♪
never had much game *
Dov?
You're male, right?
Huh?
- (Gail) You. Male. Am I right?
- Yes, Gail, I am.
What does that mean, in guy...
- You're so... (Laughs)
- (Gail) Eye contact and laughing too hard?
'Cause I know what that means in girl.
- (Nick) Oh, not seals.
- They're...
they're just unwinding after work, Gail,
- like colleagues do.
- Colleagues.
Colleagues that have
spent six months together
working undercover
and sharing stories together
and cooking with each other?
I... thought you and
Collins were all good now.
* and everywhere we went... come on! *
He just looked... at her lips.
He lip-looked her.
Nope. I'm still way better.
(Sets down glass) Excuse me.
- Chloe.
- Hi.
Can I have a word?
I just scored a whale.
We'll just be a sec.
Yeah. Just a sec.
Here?
* I want you back, I want you back *
* I want you, want you back *
You know that guy's a fireman, right?
So?
So in a room full of cops,
you're basically talking to a guy
who operates a hose for a living.
What's on your mind, Dov?
"Rabid."
Rabbit?
"Rabid." The film.
1977. Cronenberg.
There's a screening in the park tomorrow,
and I was wondering if
you'd like to go with me.
I need to be really clear about something.
'Cause a lot of what you're
saying, I'm not gonna lie,
- is...
- Yes, I just... I asked you out.
What about Frank?
I don't think it's his kind of movie.
Doesn't... worry you anymore?
No, it does.
Believe me, it does,
but I, uh, think...
It's worth the risk.
You have no idea.
* and now you're doing them with her *
* remember all the things
that you and I did first? *
It's about time, Dov Epstein.
♪ boy, you can say anything you wanna ♪
♪ I want you back, I want you back ♪
♪ I want you back ♪
(siren wails in distance)
- Good morning.
- Hey.
What is this?
Look, I don't want to overstate this,
but this omelet is
easily the greatest thing
I have ever done in the history of... ever.
- Is that for me?
- Yeah.
That's so sweet.
You sit. You want coffee?
Nick...
- I don't eat eggs.
- You don't?
I hate them.
Do I know that?
Yep.
Ah.
Whoops.
Uh, okay. Okay.
I tell you what... I'm gonna
take some of the toppings.
I'm gonna put it on toast.
No, you don't have to do that.
No no. No, you'll love it.
I grill the tomatoes first.
It brings out the sweetness...
Nick?
Tomatoes?
What, you don't eat tomatoes?
- I'm allergic.
- Right.
Gives you that... rash.
Okay.
Well, if my goal this
morning was to gross you out
- and then disfigure you...
- You are doing so good.
Sorry.
I invented this recipe undercover.
I got kind of used to making it.
Oh, well, why don't you wrap
it up and bring it to Andy?
I don't want it to go to waste.
(Chair scrapes floor)
Hey, Trace, tell me something.
What was your first impression of me?
I thought you were sweet.
Come on.
Maybe pathologically ambitious,
'cause you kept sleeping
with your superiors.
(Laughs) So did you, so...
okay, that's not even the point.
We became friends, right?
Uh-huh.
So there's no reason why me and Marlo
can't become friends, you know,
once we get to know each other?
- McNally.
- Yeah?
Assignments are up. It's you and me today.
Morning, Nash.
Perfect.
- Hey.
- Hi.
(Clatter) Oh, sorry.
- (Chloe laughs)
- Sorry.
- I'm sorry. Let me help you.
- No, it's okay.
Wow. Uh,
I haven't dropped a bag over
a guy since the 11th grade.
Tyler Wotmo.
How'd that work out for you?
He was a nice guy. Terrible acne, though.
- So mixed?
- Yeah.
Hmm.
I'll, um, see you...
Later?
Later.
(Door opens)
- What was that?
- (Laughs)
What?
I... okay.
I, uh, I asked Chloe out on a date.
- Wait, you did?
- Oh. Wow, yeah. That's great.
What about Frank?
I know. Potential career suicide.
That's why I'm keeping it on the D.L.
Well, here's a tip... less googly eyes.
Hey, she dropped something.
(P.A. Tone chimes)
(Woman speaking indistinctly)
"OL-571."
Olanzapine?
Yeah. What's that?
Well, Wanda used to take that.
Dov, that's...
it's for bipolar disorder.
You... think Chloe has bipolar disorder?
- Those could be anybody's. They could be anybody's.
- Oh, yeah, no. I don't know.
Yeah, but still, that would
explain a lot of things.
I mean, her sudden transfer from 27...
Into her godfather's division.
Plus she seems... kind of crazy.
- Chris, we're not...
- Sometimes.
Listen, Dov, just leave
'em where you found them.
Whoever's they are,
they'll come back for them.
Yep, she's totally right.
This is none of our business.
Wait, wait, wait. Are you
even allowed to be a cop
if you're... (Whispers) bipolar?
(Knock on window)
Parade room, kids. Let's go.
(Buzzer in distance)
(Helicopter blades whirring)
Oh, so I looked up the movie last night.
Sex zombies. That's a bold choice.
Missing something?
But it is from the '70s,
so I guess we could just pretend
it's about gender politics or something.
I'm sure they did, right? (Laughs)
Are you okay?
You look all... furrowed.
- Are you hungover?
- No.
Should I drive?
No, I'll drive. Thank you.
Okay.
(Female dispatcher) 15-19,
EMS is requesting support.
Corner of Crawford and
Lobb. (Static crackles)
Copy, 15-19. We're on our way.
(Siren wailing)
(Man) Joelle. Excuse me.
- Get back, folks.
- Can you hear me, Joelle?
About time. This guy won't let us work.
- Say something! Joelle! Joelle!
- Sir. Sir!
Stay back. Step back!
They've made a mistake, okay?
They think she's overdosed.
Okay, well, you need to
let them do their job.
My wife doesn't use heroin.
I'm her husband, I should know.
Joelle. Joelle.
Okay. Okay.
This woman O.D'd?
Short answer, yeah..
Track marks, shallow
breathing, discoloration.
She won't respond to
the naloxone we gave her,
- so we're taking her in.
- This isn't happening.
I mean, how did he do it?
- It's not possible.
- Who? Who?
How did who do what?
Nathan.
Her ex, okay? He's a junkie. She's not.
- She's... she's my wife, okay?
- (Car door closes)
- Honey. Honey, I'm coming.
- Hey. Hey.
- Hey, hey, hey! Step back.
- Get off. You get off!
Yeah, this guy's not coming with us.
Talk to us. Who is Nathan? What did he do?
Look, it's Nathan Barnes.
It's her ex-boyfriend.
If she is using drugs, it's with him.
Okay, well, we will send
an officer to talk to him
if you calm down. Deal?
(Siren wails)
(Radio chatter)
So do you... have a big family?
No. Why?
Just curious.
You know, I think it says
a lot about a person...
size of their family.
Does it? Well, do you have a big family?
No.
What does that say about you?
Look, we don't have to do the whole
"get to know you" thing, okay?
Okay, well, you know what?
I figured we ride together,
so maybe we should try.
Oh, I disagree.
In fact, I think it's harmful
to a good police partnership.
Harmful?
Yeah. I don't need the drama.
Rather just do my job.
So then what about you and Sam?
Sam and I work because we
keep an emotional distance.
(Blows raspberry) That I can picture.
(Female dispatcher) 15-74, come in.
(Static crackles) Go for 15-74.
15-19's requesting support on a drug call.
1802 Strickland Avenue.
(Static crackles)
All right, thanks, Dov.
Okay, guy's name is Nathan Barnes.
Allegedly supplied
heroin that led to an O.D.
Hello?
Mr. Barnes? It's the police.
*
Nathan?
*
Hello?
Oh.
*
Sometimes this job is just too easy.
Huh.
Hey, bud.
*
Hi.
(Clatter)
(Exhales) Oh, my God, put him down.
Come here. Give me your
hands. Give me your hands.
Oh, my God. This is the
first time I've used.
- (Handcuffs clicking)
- Whoa, whoa. You're hurting me.
Whoa, whoa, what is that on your arms?
What is that?
Yeah, those. I'm not sure.
One, two, three.
(Thud) Okay.
Mark 15-74.
We need E.M.S. to 1802
Strickland right away.
(Static crackles)
When she stabilizes, we'll get a statement.
Okay.
Officers, I'm gonna need
you to step out of the room.
- Sir, you, too. Everyone out.
- What's wrong?
Your wife didn't overdose.
It's more serious than that.
Come on. Everyone out right now.
(Frank over radio) 15-74,
this is Staff Sergeant Best.
- What's your status?
- (Static crackles)
Sarge, just handed off our guy.
- We're about to bag his drugs.
- (Static crackles)
Negative, 15-74. Stand
down. Repeat, stand down.
His drug supply is contaminated.
Contaminated? With what?
Anthrax.
All right.
Yeah. Okay. I got it.
What? (Cell phone beeps)
They said to wait in
here for the Hazmat team.
That's it?
Well, what about all this?
They don't know. Specialists are coming.
Oh, that's awesome.
- I am gonna just really...
- McNally. McNally!
Calm down!
Oh, my God! You are not just
gonna play it cool right now!
(Exhales)
The more you freak out,
the more you're gonna
spread that stuff around.
You're unbelievable, you know that?
(Exhales deeply) You ever let it go?
Let what go?
You know, the tough-guy act.
The ice queen routine.
(Scoffs) Yeah, you know what? You and Sam
are just really perfect
for each other, aren't you?
- And... Sam again.
- Yeah, and Sam again.
You know, he's the only other person I know
that would get covered in Anthrax
and then chill out.
Do you know what I hate most in the world?
Kittens? Laughter?
Two girls standing in a room
shouting about a guy who's not even there.
We are in a situation here.
Can we keep our heads together, okay?
Just get through it.
(Indistinct conversations)
Cruz and McNally... are they all right?
We don't know.
But you're not getting
within a hundred feet,
you understand?
There's people on it. I need you here.
All right. So what are we dealing with?
The doctors are saying
the Anthrax is in the heroin supply.
What? How?
It's early. We're still
trying to piece it together.
I've brought in help from drug squad.
Good. Let's get to work.
Jacob Blackstone.
Look, Sam, he's familiar
with cases like this.
He's gonna run it. That gonna be a problem?
No, sir. Not today.
Good.
So the Anthrax bacteria
is getting into the heroin
supplies by natural means.
It's happening overseas
at the point of production.
Sometimes it's from bone
meal used to cut the drugs,
sometimes from animal
hides used to transport it.
Now once the dirty drug hits the streets,
users are dropping like flies.
Glasgow, Scotland, two years ago...
150 infected, 14 dead.
Now we've got two confirmed cases so far...
the housewife and gallery owner.
But we're looking at more.
And users who have been
exposed don't even know it yet.
We gotta find them. We
gotta get 'em into treatment.
The disease can kill 'em in 48 hours flat.
Shaw, you'll head that
up. Work the streets.
Yeah, we got that, sure.
Second part of this thing...
we need to find the
source of the dirty drugs
- and lock it down.
- Swarek, Nash, that's you.
- Why don't you start with the gallery owner?
- (Whispering indistinctly)
Find out who sold it to him,
who his supplier is, move on up the chain.
The faster we find it,
the more people we save.
Now we've got teams in
all downtown divisions.
We'll go citywide if we have to.
If we're dealing with sick people,
is there a chance that we can catch it?
No. It is not contagious.
You cannot catch it from another person.
The danger here is in the dirty drugs.
That is where the infectious spores lie.
It doesn't take much, people.
Now if you find any, walk away.
Call it in, we'll send a team.
There is one exception.
Collins, you served in Afghanistan?
Person dies, they start
to produce the spores.
Corpses are deadly.
Exactly. You find a body, same thing.
You walk away, you call it in.
Let's get to work, folks.
Thanks.
You know what? I could probably
use some backup on this end.
You want Collins?
I'll do it.
I'm sure Collins would
rather be in the field.
It's... fine by me.
Very well.
Hey. What's your name?
Gail Peck. At your service.
(Oliver) Shelters, soup kitchens, parks.
It's a wide net, people. Let's go.
Oliver, you mind if I drive?
In our whole history together,
what makes you think that I
would answer "yes" to that?
Well, it's just that...
I'd really like to take
the lead on this thing,
if that's okay.
Not exactly a glamour case, Diaz.
We're going to the trenches.
But still, if you don't mind.
Yeah.
(Car alarm chirps)
I'll go to the hospital,
talk to the victims.
Okay. Good. I'll call Cruz and McNally,
see how they're doing, all right?
(Exhales deeply)
(Clattering)
(Cell phone rings)
(Beeps)
Hey, Sam.
(Sam) Hey. How you holding up?
Uh, remember how I said
I liked abstract art?
I've changed my mind.
Okay. Uh,
you know experts are on their way, right?
Yeah.
Maybe I can distract you
with some police work?
Please do. Put you on speaker.
(Beeps)
- Hey, Sam.
- McNally.
Another day at the
office, huh? How you doing?
- Oh, you know.
- I hear ya.
Listen, we gotta track this
thing up the supply line.
So anything you can tell me about the drug
- might be helpful.
- Copy that.
Okay, but do not get any of it
on you, understand?
Sure thing.
The glassines are stamped "midnight."
- It's powdered. Slight yellow tint.
- Collins.
Check all recent drug busts
for midnight heroin, all right?
Oh. Sam, we gotta go.
Okay, listen, you guys
are gonna be just fine.
All right? I'll see you when you get out.
- All right. Bye.
- Bye.
(Beeps)
(Muffled voice) Hi. I'm Howard.
Are you two sisters?
- No.
- No.
Well, nonetheless, I'm Howard.
How do you do?
Mr. Bancroft, when did you first
notice your wife was unwell?
Not until this morning.
I... I left the house,
I was going to my clinic,
and there she was.
You know, she was lying on the sidewalk.
Do you know when she might have had contact
- with the contaminated drugs?
- I... I... I had no idea
that she was even touching heroin.
Okay? So I don't know how...
how this could possibly happen.
Mr. Bancroft, even the smallest detail
could help us build a timeline.
Um, look, Nathan was
having, uh, an art opening,
and... and she wanted to go.
Uh, so we fought about it.
I tried to put my foot down.
She went anyway.
I don't know. Maybe
that's when it happened.
When was that?
Uh... uh, Thursday.
- Okay. Thank you, Mr. Bancroft.
- Okay.
(Door opens) (Dov) Three days...
that's consistent with the
progress of the disease.
(Traci) Okay. If she wakes up,
and if Nathan Barnes does, get more.
- When, where, who was there.
- Got it.
Poor guy.
Excuse me. Sorry.
Uh, doctor, do you mind...
could I, uh, just ask you
a couple quick questions
about... what could you tell
me about bipolar disorder?
That's not really my area.
No, just broadly, if... if you don't mind.
Well, it's a mood disorder,
as I'm sure you know,
defined by extreme swings
from depression to mania.
Mania... is that like, um, you know,
talking a lot? Random thoughts?
Sure, sure, sure.
People experience what's
called flight of ideas.
Uh, racing thoughts. Cluttered speech.
- Is it serious?
- It can be.
Extreme cases can lead to psychosis...
delusions, hallucinations.
Thank you, doctor.
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
This is a lateral flow screening assay.
It's gonna confirm for us
if anthracis bacillus
is present, and at what concentr...
oh, wow.
Is that positive?
Yeah. Off the charts.
What does that mean?
Well, you're gonna need
antibiotics, that's for sure.
You know, to ward off the disease.
- And some follow-up shots down the road.
- Whoa. Hold on a second.
Ward off? You mean like, prevent?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
It's early. It's entirely treatable.
Wait, you didn't know that?
Uh... no.
Oh. Wow. Sorry. Uh, yeah.
You guys are gonna be fine.
- Oh, you must be hugely relieved.
- Yeah.
You don't get out of the
lab much, do you, Howard?
Okay, so... so that's it?
- We're okay?
- Totally. Just need to decontaminate you.
Okay. How does that work?
Well, I hope you're close.
Um... 'cause you have to empty your pockets
and take of all your clothes.
Hey, midnight heroin...
shows up in nine arrests.
All small-time users,
all within the last week.
Well, that makes sense, right?
New product.
That's why the disease is surfacing now.
These arrests are spread all over the city,
but there's a bunch near King and Niagara.
King and Niagara? That's near the gallery.
Think his hook-up's down there?
Well, you know, junkies love to shop local.
- Sir?
- Yeah?
I just got word from St. Pat's,
and a young man was
admitted a few minutes ago,
late-stage Anthrax.
(Sighs)
Send...
Send Nash.
(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
Thanks. You, uh, got any
C.I.S near King and Niagara?
Yep.
- Let's go.
- Okay.
- Collins, with me.
- Yes, sir.
Here we go.
- Detective?
- Yeah?
Can I ask you a question?
You ran the Fort Erie U.C. operation
with Collins and McNally.
That's right.
I was hoping you could
tell me more about it.
Why is that? You thinking
of going into undercover?
Yes. Definitely.
I just wanna learn, you
know, about the life.
I think you should ask McNally
or Collins. They lived it.
Yeah, I'm just looking
for more of an overview
from someone who saw
everything that went on.
All right. Uh, good operation.
They were solid. They took to the job.
They got along well.
Yeah, but they would
have to get along. I mean,
they were playing boyfriend
and girlfriend, right?
Yeah, but even in their free
time, there was a rapport.
So, you know, it makes my job easier.
Free time?
I like to give my guys the weekend off
from, you know, a long operation.
They can go home, they
check in since there's, uh,
no phone calling or e-mailing.
So he could have come home if he wanted?
Collins? Yeah, he could have gone home.
But they decided to spend
the weekend together.
Uh, went to Niagara, something like that.
A little bike trip. Somethin'.
(Scribbles)
So, Officer Peck, you're,
uh, you're the girlfriend?
Yeah.
Then I'm sorry. I've,
uh, I've said too much.
And I need you to suck it up
and get your head in the game.
Understand?
Totally.
(Clicking)
(Oliver) Thanks, guys.
- Thanks a lot.
- (Radio chatter)
(Chris) All right. That
takes care of the alley.
Great, great.
Takes care of all the, uh, all the junkies
that like to read health warnings.
Hello, sir! Whoa!
Hey, green coat, I'm talking to you!
- Cedric!
- What?
It's okay. I... I know him.
Officer Diaz. I... I didn't see it was you.
How you doin', Cedric?
You, uh, you carryin' today?
(Laughs) No.
Hey, how's your, uh, how's your health?
Anything seem off?
No.
Cedric, there's some bad
heroin floating around,
and all we need to know
is if you've seen anyone that looks sick.
Like dizziness. Vomit. Sores.
Come on, Cedric. We're on
the same team today, okay?
This is important.
(Traffic noise in distance)
Last night, a kid came to score.
Rough shape.
His arms were... were all red
like... like they'd
been, uh, blow-torched.
Hey, yeah. That kid.
That kid. Do you know that kid's name?
No, I... I just seen him around.
- No.
- All right.
We're gonna go for a
drive and find that guy.
Okay?
Come on.
Okay. So...
everything comes off.
All of it.
That includes your, uh...
well, I mean, right down to the, uh...
under... panties.
What would you like us to
do with our under-panties?
Uh, set them aside. They'll be incinerated.
I mean, well, all your clothes
will be, not just your...
(Chuckles nervously)
that... that's obvious.
And our belongings?
Uh, take everything out.
We'll decon what we can.
Shouldn't we be doing this at a hospital?
You have enough spores in
you to infect a small village.
You step out that door,
we can't contain it.
Right. Of course.
So... (Latches click)
belongings out on the table...
clothes off,
and I'll be back.
Appreciate it. That's for you.
- Did you get a name?
- Nope.
A name, description,
the bar where he works.
*
Hello?
Wendel?
Yep?
*
You got any, uh, product on you?
(Chuckles)
Uh, you know, I've got a
bit of a talent for this,
and I'm pretty sure that you guys are cops.
Okay. You sold heroin to
a guy named Nathan Barnes,
and that heroin had Anthrax in it.
What?
Yeah, Anthrax, which
means you nearly killed him
as well as a young woman
who shared his drugs,
and God knows how many other people.
It's called midnight heroin.
Never heard of it.
Okay. Well,
we've been doing a little
homework on this, Wendel,
and here's what you need to know...
You inject this stuff,
you're dead in 48 hours.
Okay, look, you guys got this wrong.
I don't know where you
got your information from,
- but somebody's been...
- Okay. You can also get the disease
by handling it.
Oh, that's right. You get some in a cut,
rub your eyes, inhale a few of the spores,
that's all it takes.
How are you feeling, Wendel?
I feel fine.
Okay. Well, the disease
incubates a little while.
Sore throat, maybe a
little fatigue. No big deal.
Next thing you know,
you're puking pure blood.
- You look a little flushed to me.
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.
- You sure you're okay?
- Fever's one of the symptoms.
Now we can get you to the hospital,
get you some antibiotics, you know?
That'd be the smart thing to do
if you think maybe you did handle
a little midnight heroin after all?
Did you, maybe a little bit?
Yeah, he's not carrying right now.
Guy's just a middle man.
But he did confirm he sold to
Nathan Barnes five days ago.
How about his supplier?
White, early 40s, goes by the name "Boosh."
(Chuckles) Really? I'm never this lucky.
- What, you know him?
- Yeah, I know him.
We've had eyes on him for a while.
William Bouchard.
Listen, call up his
file, send it to Swarek.
I need you to listen to me...
this guy has a direct line
to a supplier overseas.
So this could be the mother lode, Swarek.
- Be real careful.
- You got it.
Faster we do this,
faster we get cleaned up.
Cruz, what's the problem?
- Tell me a secret, McNally.
- What?
Something big.
Something scary.
No. Why would I do that?
(Clatter) So we're even...
when I do this.
Yours.
Must have dropped it.
I went back to check and
I heard you guys talking.
You wanted to get to know me?
Here I am.
(Clicking)
(Bullets clatter)
Come on, McNally.
Say what you're thinking.
Nothing.
(Clatter)
You're thinking
how can I be a cop and be bipolar?
No. Look, you don't have to explain.
All right. How can I carry a gun around?
How can I back my partner?
I can't even control my own brain.
- That's not what I'm thinking. .
- Come on. Don't,
okay? I see your face
I know that expression well.
Well, look, it's... it's
really none of my business.
So...
let's just get through this.
But you see, I'm... I'm fine.
- Okay? I'm managing it.
- Okay.
I'm not saying it wasn't serious.
There was a time...
a couple years after the academy
when things got bad.
But I got help,
and it's under control.
I'm sure it is.
I mean I'm...
look, I'm glad it is.
All right? It can't be easy.
(Exhales deeply)
McNally...
Look, I'm... I'm handling it, okay?
Please, I... I need
you to believe me, okay?
Okay.
(Gun clicks, radio chatter)
(Radio chatter continues)
(Sam) Hard and fast.
Do not let 'em flush these drugs.
Police! Get down! Get on the ground!
On your knees! Now! Now! Now!
Get on the ground! Get on the ground!
Stay down! Don't move!
(Men shout indistinctly)
(Radio chatter)
Call in the techs.
(Indistinct conversations)
Gallery guy's still unconscious.
Cafe?
No, thank you.
(Telephone ringing in distance)
Okay.
(Trash can clatters)
You know he's a veterinarian?
Spends his days caring for animals.
Pays the mortgage on time. Buys snow tires.
- You guys talked about tires?
- Point is,
all she wants to do is go out and party.
Like oil and water.
Well, sometimes that can work.
Not if you're not honest
about who you really are.
Diaz, this is starting to feel
like a bit of a goose chase.
Cedric says he's right down here.
Yeah? Well, Cedric's, uh, powers of recall
don't seem particularly,
uh... state-of-the-art.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah, really.
'Cause I got a call last year
- about a stolen air conditioner.
- Uh-huh?
Suspect drove a yellow van,
and the guy that tinted the windows
said the client paid in frozen salmon.
- Frozen salmon. That's great.
- Yeah.
Which led me to Doug Burke.
- Uh-huh.
- Guy who stole all those reefer trucks?
- Remember?
- Yes.
- All right.
- Diaz...
Just go with me. All right.
Okay, Cedric panhandles outside
Burke's electronics store.
Not only does he I.D. the yellow van,
he puts it there at the right time,
and he remembers the license plate.
(Radio chatter)
(Flies buzzing)
It's t... toxic.
(Cell phone buttons clicking)
We have got to get ahead of this.
Blackstone, we got another "X" for the map.
(Radio chatter)
(Sam) Okay, start working Bouchard's file.
We need his whole network...
names, locations. Right
down to the corner boys.
Get some more hands on this,
'cause once we run them down,
we gotta run down everyone they sold to.
Excuse me, detective?
Yeah?
I've got the results,
but something's weird.
Weird? What... what is weird?
Wait. Why is your mask off?
(Sighs) The drugs are clean.
- What do you mean, clean?
- No Anthrax.
Tested the whole place. Not a trace.
Sorry, guys, this isn't your source.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. How is that possible?
- I don't know.
Blackstone, Swarek. We got it wrong.
(Jacob) What the hell you
talking about, we got it wrong?
The midnight heroin is
clean. Completely clean.
We're back to square one.
(Exhales deeply)
(Sighs) Does Frank know?
No.
What would happen?
I'd be suspended for not disclosing it.
Then I'd have a series of tests...
psych tests, stress tests.
But then they could reinstate you?
Yeah. Maybe, maybe not.
Yeah, but if you're managing it,
I mean, they can't fire you, can they?
No. They could do worse than that.
I could spend the rest
of my career at a desk.
I'd see people go out on
their way out to shift...
you know, they'd look at me and smile
and I'd see the pity and doubt.
But, you know,
I guess I'd just get used to that.
(Door opens)
Um,
are you, uh, decent?
(Andy) Yep.
Ah, good.
Okay, uh, so we've got showers outside.
It's a, uh, water-soap solution.
Uh, nothing too harsh.
But obviously, you gotta wash thoroughly.
Uh, between the toes. Under the arms.
All the, um...
- Folds.
- Got it, Howard.
Right.
Then you'll be taken to
hospital for antibiotics.
Okay?
You know, um...
I have never doubted your
ability to do this job.
Ever.
And how do you feel now?
Exactly the same.
No, no luck, Dov. I'm with patient four,
- and she's even worse than patient three.
- (Monitor beeping steadily)
(Dov) Same on this end. Still unconscious.
All right. Well, if anything changes,
you let me know, okay?
(Cell phone beeps)
(Sighs)
You know what? If the
midnight heroin is clean,
we're flying blind here.
So we gotta start over.
Look at this. You see this?
This is how Glasgow started.
Five X's turn into ten,
ten into a hundred. Boom... you've lost it.
- Yeah, we get it, all right?
- Nothing left to do but bag bodies
- and wait for it to crest.
- We're not gonna let that happen!
All right. Enough.
Now we know these people all
have dirty drugs somewhere.
So we camp by their
beds until they wake up.
And if they don't?
'Cause every moment they
lay there not talking to us,
more people are getting sick.
They don't have to talk.
(Buzzer sounds in distance)
Patient four attended Nathan's art opening.
Patient three, same thing.
How do you know?
Party stamps. They all have 'em.
We checked. Nathan and Joelle, too.
So all known victims point
back to the same source,
to one source... Nathan's personal stash?
Yeah, which tested
clean up the supply line.
I mean, that doesn't make any sense.
Unless contamination
didn't happen up the line,
- but down at the bottom.
- Wait a minute.
Someone spiked it.
You're saying this was on purpose?
I'm saying this is the
only thing that makes sense.
But who would have access to Anthrax?
Military researchers, lab techs,
but that's locked down tight.
I mean, even in a natural outbreak,
the feds are there in a heartbeat.
Natural outbreak?
Yeah, it's rare, but it happens, right?
Uh, cattle herds, pigs.
What about a veterinarian?
(Machine beeping steadily) (Sighs)
(Ventilator whooshing)
(Indistinct conversations)
Mr. Bancroft, we need a word.
(Dov) You need to come with us.
There was an outbreak
at a farm in Milton about six months ago.
And, uh, I was...
I was part of the team that responded.
And you saw an opportunity to...
get Nathan out of your life?
No. No. No. No. I...
Out of Joelle's life.
Right. You didn't want to lose her.
No.
(Chuckles)
She couldn't let him go.
You ever had to watch that?
You ever have to watch the
woman that you... you love
just being slowly bled dry
financially, emotionally, and...
That man is a parasite.
Well, he wasn't the only
one who got hurt, was he?
Look...
no one else was supposed to get hurt.
I just talked to the hospital.
His wife's doing better.
She's gonna pull through.
The others?
Too soon to tell.
- No, that's it, for sure.
- Just like that? Thanks, Doug.
All right. Kid had the stamp.
He was at the gallery opening.
We owe you big time, Cedric.
I mean, if that guy had
stayed there much longer,
someone could have got severely sick.
Or even worse.
Can... can you help me out a little?
Oh, you know we're not allowed to do that.
(Car door closes)
But I'm pretty sure you
dropped $20 in the back
of the squad car, right?
Appreciate that.
(Man) Okay, guys.
(Horn blares in distance) What?
I'm thinking of the, uh,
first O.D. call I took you on.
Remember the squat at Simco?
Oh, the one with the bathroom.
- Oh.
- (Exhales deeply) Yep.
You wouldn't look anyone in the eye.
I, uh, I couldn't tell if you were, uh,
disgusted or, uh, scared
or, uh, or just a jerk.
Huh. Yeah.
(clanking)
(Clicking)
(Buzzer sounds in distance)
Hey.
So...
- So, uh, it's been a long day.
- Yeah.
I'm thinkin' we should skip the movie.
Yeah, I saw that one coming.
You know what's so irritating?
Is I'd convinced myself
that you weren't a coward.
Well, I'm not a coward.
I just think things are a
little complicated right now.
What, with Frank?
Yeah, Frank...
but also the whole... bipolar thing.
You?
No.
You.
Me?
Yeah.
I mean, right?
Dov, who told you I was bipolar?
No one, but I found some pills
after you dropped your bag this morning.
Oh, and you just assumed
that they were mine?
I don't know. You
transferred from 27 division,
you were looking for something in your bag.
It all seemed...
to add up.
(Sighs) You have been scared
of this from the start,
and this was just your perfect out.
(Sighs)
Oh, and here...
Where is that thing?
Oh, here it is. I couldn't
find my lip balm! (Clank)
- Hey, McNally.
- Yeah?
Listen, Sam doesn't
know about this, either.
It's private.
Can I count on you to respect that?
Yeah. Of course.
Okay. Thanks.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Receiver clatters)
Oh! Whoa!
Gonna do some sprints later, you and me?
- Oh, that's really funny.
- Hey, nice.
(Laughs) Welcome home.
Mm.
- (Mutters indistinctly) You all right?
- Hmm.
- Hi.
- Hi.
You hate needles.
Not this one. I asked for seconds.
I'm fine, Sam.
- Huh?
- Promise.
(Traci laughs)
So what was worse?
The deadly bacteria or the company?
You know what? She's not that bad.
What?
She isn't. I wish she was.
Hi. Uh, easy.
Uh...
how do I know you're not infected?
I could spit in your face, see if you die.
- Yeah. How are you?
- (Laughs)
- You all right?
- I'm good.
- You feeling okay?
- Yeah, I mean, sure, yeah.
- Yeah? Little shaky?
- Been crazy.
- Um, I don't think so.
- No?
(Slaps) Ooh-hoo! (Laughs)
(Speaks indistinctly) See, right there.
(Andy and Nick laughing
and speaking indistinctly)
(Indistinct conversations)
Hey, good night, Diaz.
Do not think you're driving tomorrow.
Oh, you don't gotta worry
about that. It's my last shift.
- What?
- Yeah.
Uh, my transfer came early,
so we leave in the morning.
Why didn't... why didn't you say anything?
I don't know. I've kind of
been saying good-bye for weeks,
so I figured it'd just be easier
if I, you know, slipped out.
- You know.
- Oh.
So, uh...
thank you for letting
me take the lead today.
And,
you know, just...
for... for everything.
Yeah, Diaz. Thank you.
It's been a pleasure.
I mean that.
- (Woman) * shadow dance *
- Hmm.
♪ moon sky ♪
♪ underneath your crimson
light, hold your hand ♪
(Indistinct conversations)
♪
Yeah, I could be at an
outdoor screening right now,
in a blanket, cozy, touching.
Oh, stop.
Well, I'm just saying,
I have every reason to believe
there would be touching.
*
With both hands. I firmly believe that.
(Ice rattles)
(Indistinct conversations)
Do you get a kick out of it?
I'm sorry? (Sets down glass)
(Chuckles) Sending people
off to play house...
do you get a kick out of it?
Because it's kinda like a...
it's kinda like a science experiment.
Are they gonna fight? Are they gonna kiss?
Well, you know what the, uh,
the trouble with asking questions is, Peck?
- No, what is the trouble?
- Well, you get answers, right?
Do you want me to let it go?
Is that really... is
that your advice to me?
Oh, yeah. It's been... it's
been known to work, so...
Look, it's been a long day.
Why don't you let me call you a cab?
I want you...
(Sighs) I want you to just...
be straight with me, please.
So you wanna know if something happened
between McNally and Collins?
I don't know.
That's the truth, but I don't...
I don't think it matters, Peck,
because I think that
you've already decided,
and I think really what's only...
the only thing left for
you to decide is what
you're gonna do about it, so...
You have any more questions?
Yeah.
Do you wanna get outta here?
I... I didn't see that one coming.
Oh, i... is that a "no"?
Do I look stupid?
*
(bills rustling) Good night.
(Man) Night, bud.
♪ oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ can you heal my wounded ♪
♪ my wounded heart ♪
♪ oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ can you heal my wounded heart? ♪
♪ can you heal my wounded heart? ♪
♪ can you heal my wounded heart? ♪
♪
♪ well, save me from my... ♪
♪ oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪
♪ just save me from myself ♪
♪
♪ just save me from myself tonight♪