Rookie Blue (2010–2015): Season 5, Episode 5 - Going Under - full transcript

You look like something the cat dug up.

I'm pretty sure it's "like
something the cat dragged in."

You know what I mean.

Oh, it's night shifts, man.

Messes with my circadian rhythm.

Circadian rhythm?

Sounds like you've been in a waiting room

reading magazines.

Doesn't make it less true.

I mean, staying up late
messes with my sleep cycle.

Cycle?



You realize you're saying
these words out loud, right?

Do you ever wish you were normal, you know,

like a banker or something, 9:00 to 5:00,

like actually had time for a real life?

I got a real life. I got a great life.

How many guys get to drive around all day

listening to their partners
talk about his cycles?

1504, uh, we got a report

of a disturbance in your area.

The Omega Alpha Kappa
fraternity on Admiral Road.

Uh, 1504 responding.

- You want me to hit them?
- Get them.

Hey, back there. Kill the music!

Hey, that's enough!



... Dreams!

Hey! Guys! Stand up!

Don't make me taze your asses.

What's going on?

He was hitting on my sister.

Sounds like a violation to me.

Hey. Hey!

Hey. No.

What the hell?!

You should have let them
knock themselves out.

I have the situation under control.

Really?

We get there, these two idiots are wasted,

and all of a sudden,

Chris just starts whaling on this guy.

What is his problem?

I don't know. He just went off.

Seriously?

He did that at Fite Nite, too.

What do you mean?

Well, he, I mean, he just went nuts

on this delivery guy over the kosher wine.

And you didn't tell me?

Well, I thought it was a one-time thing,

but now I'm sensing it's a pattern.

- Has he said anything?
- About what?

Uh, about this, about
what's happening with him.

No, just that his
circadian rhythms are off.

Maybe you should talk to him.

Listen, Midtown, you
might want to think about

taking a night off.

I told you, I'm not partying, I'm working.

Okay, but, um, you're
starting to get that look.

What look?

That "best customer" look.

It's kind of like a twitchy porn star

who just ran a marathon.

Look, I can get you the rest later.

I'm a patient man, Chris,

but, uh, here I am extending your credit

and I don't know anything about you.

C... come on, man. We've we've partied.

- All right, look. Uh, Friday.
- Yeah.

I can get you the rest by Friday.

I get paid Friday.

Tonight.

- No?
- No, man.

I told you, I got to work, okay?

I got a plaster and paint
job. It's got to be done.

I hate to think that my virtue

is contributing to your vice.

Don't let me think that, Chris,

'cause I tend to act out
when I feel bad about myself.

Last night, Officers Epstein and Diaz

responded to a fight between
two drunken fraternity brothers.

I know, we all know that
there's nothing more dangerous

than a couple of preppy frat boys

who decide to take off their
school ties and scuffle, right?

- Especially when one of them has a gun.
- Yes, exactly.

It seems that some of our,
uh, students of higher learning

have taken to packing
unregistered firearms.

There are no licenses, all the
serial numbers are filed off,

but as soon as our little
hipster in cells got sober,

he very quickly told us
where he got this gun.

It's a bar on Tecumseth.

You are going in there tonight undercover.

Beats a cold night on foot patrol.

Detective Peck will handle the operation.

You're gonna go in there,

you're gonna figure out
who's selling these guns,

and we're going to shut this
place down for good, okay?

Check the board to see if you're
going under, go get changed.

That's it. Except for you, other Peck.

I'm still waiting on the
Jameson murder file, okay?

Hey, you want me on the team, don't you?

- Yeah, yeah.
- I know.

You're candy at the bar.

Eye candy or "hello, I'm Candy"?

Okay.

What's he doing here?

I don't know.

Hey, Duncan isn't your failure.

- You know that, right?
- I know.

You say you know, but you don't believe it.

Somewhere in McNally-land,

there's a stone tablet
that says it's your fault.

It's not on a stone tablet.

I mean, it may or may not be
stenciled on a T-shirt, but...

Look, you reported him
just like we all would have.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

- No. No, McNally!
- What?!

Just leave it. Walk away.

McNally, come here.

Thanks.

You're not gonna work that
operation tonight, okay?

Why? Steve Peck just begged me to.

Yeah, okay. Andy, your
rookie and his lawyer

just made serious allegations

against this division and against you.

- Me personally?
- Yeah.

On what grounds?

I mean, I did everything I could.

I know. I know that.

I know that, but this kid,
he's not... not going quietly.

I mean, this is gonna blow over.

Listen, I promise. Anyway, he has no case.

You haven't spoken to him, right?

So, you haven't implicated yourself.

Hey, it's gonna be fine, but until then,

you just got to make sure
that you just dot your 'I's.

Professional standards is
gonna want to interview you,

and the lawyers, they're gonna subpoena

every report you've written on him.

He's still on the payroll.

He'll be here every morning
at 9:00 A.M. checking in.

Hey, if you see him, you
just go the other way.

No contact until this process plays out.

- Cool?
- Yep.

Okay, good.

Angelo Pasetti.

Local bartender, a couple
of priors... small-time.

He's our gun seller?

Definitely part of it.
According to frat boy,

this seller uses Angelo to stay insulated.

You flash some cash,

ask Angelo for a bobsled Martini.

That's the code word, which, if he bites,

should get you closer to
the guy selling the guns.

Yeah, and, Diaz, you're
on point to make the buy.

Dov, you're in for cover.

Nick, you're eyes at the bar.

- We're gonna coordinate from here.
- Yeah.

Those bills, they're U.V.
printed, recorded serial numbers.

Uh, these are burners.

We'll be listening on the service channel.

As long as your phones
are on, we can hear you,

but it only goes one way.

Hey.

Did you hear about the Duncan thing?

Yeah.

How are you holding up?

Oh, you know, I'm doing really great.

You know, that stuff
just rolls off my back.

- Yeah, right.
- What are you working on?

A missing person maybe. Not sure yet.

Uh, if you're free, I could use your help.

Oh, is this the workplace
equivalent of pity sex?

Yeah, pretty much.

I'll take it.

Meet Brian Gowdy.

His brother reported him missing,

says he hasn't seen him in three days,

brought in a bunch of
stuff from his house...

bank statements, mail, cellphone.

Password protected.

So, what do you know about him?

He's 32 years old, single,
teacher at Lowery Collegiate.

Well, not everybody's cut out to teach.

Well, he's reportedly
loved by his students.

Yeah, well, he didn't have Duncan, did he?

I'm gonna take this to tech,
see if they can crack the code,

see who he's been talking to.

Sounds good.

Nash, let me know if you
can hear me. Send me a text.

We're up.

Good to go.

Sounds like everyone's inside.

You wish, uh, you were in there?

Why?

I don't know. You love going under.

What I love is sitting here
drinking cold coffee with you.

Oh.

Well it's hot.

It's, uh... it's very, very hot.

Hey, uh, vodka rocks?

Suspect spotted with a case of beer.

Nick says that's our guy Angelo.

Got him.

You ready?

Chris is at bat.

Okay, okay, okay.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for a bobsled Martini.

Don't know it.

Been looking all over for it.

I heard this was the place.

A friend of mine told
me Angelo was the guy.

Hand it over, or get out.

He just lost the bankroll.

No. Wait.

He's coming back.

So, you want a bobsled, huh?

Okay. Give me your number.

In the meantime...

... drink and wait, hombre.

Oh, my God.

What happened over there?

Relax. It's gonna be great.

So, you've got a story.

Yeah, what do you mean?

Cute guy like you here alone?

Somebody broke your heart.

She likes him.

Maybe I broke hers.

I don't think you're a player.

No, I'm not, but thank you.

For what?

For switching stations.

You were serving down there,
and now you're over here.

Maybe I like a change of scenery.

Yeah.

So, what's your name?

Essie.

Essie? Essie.

Oh, don't tell me.

You're named after your
grandmother... Esther.

Nice.

Guy's got game.

Really?

Y... you think we fall for that?

He's gonna ask her where she's from next.

No, come on.

So, where are you from, Esther?

You're gonna have to work
a little harder than that.

So, Brian Gowdy canceled his
credit card two weeks ago,

sold his condo, and his last ATM withdrawal

was at a gas station three days ago.

So, he's withdrawing
his maximum daily limit

for, like, the last three weeks?

Well, no wonder he's off the radar.

He's, uh, he's just using cash.

Well, he's a grown-up runaway...

... which sounds awesome, you know?

Get away from your troubles and your debts

and your... everything.

You want to talk about it, McNally?

No, there's nothing to talk about.

Look, let's just keep digging, okay?

You stick with the credit-card statements,

and I'll do the bank accounts.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Hey, Ol... Oliver's looking for you.

Can you help me, please?

Yes. Um...

Oh, it's stuck in your hair.

Okay, arms up.

Arms up. Narrow your shoulders.

Okay, I totally get what's happening.

This happens when I put on a turtleneck.

It feels like I'm being strangled.

Okay.

Here you go.

I want you to keep it.

You're a tiny, little creature.

Oy. Are you okay?

Uh, 'cause you keep, you
know, buying all this crap

and then just giving it away.

This is Staff Sergeant Shaw.

Uh, put your clothes on. I'm
coming in there after Peck.

Jameson murders. Where's your report?

Uh, yeah, I'm... I'm working on it, Oliver.

You keep saying that.

'Cause it's true.

I got this for you.

A woman was shot and killed.

- I know.
- She left a little girl behind.

I know.

I cannot close that case
without your witness reports.

I know.

Yeah.

You have an hour.

Look at us.

A bar full of people and here
we are glued to our phones.

It's my stupid ex. He won't leave me alone.

Yeah, well, someone should tell him

that constant texting
isn't helping his case.

See?

Looking like Ryan Gosling
wouldn't help this guy.

What do you want?

Uh, surprise me.

You sure you trust me?

Oh, yeah. I'm open for anything.

"Open to anything"? Come on, Nick.

What? That's not a bad line.

- Pshh!
- Essie, I am placing myself in your capable hands.

Okay, that might be pushing it.

Right?

Check it out.

Guy by the speaker looks like he's dealing.

Looks like he's doing a booming business.

Forget him. You know what?

He's not our problem tonight.

Unknown number.

"Drop $500 in the
bathroom towel dispenser."

Made the drop.

Frat boy said that he dropped
the money in the coat room.

Why change plans?

Why not change plans?

Shake up their routine...
it's good security, right?

Yeah.

Midtown, where'd you go, man?

What happened? We lost sound.

All right. Text Dov, get him in there.

Okay, listen.

You're hiding from me?

That's so cute, yo.

No, I'm...

Now, you know, the thing
is, I saw you upstairs.

I'm pretty sure I saw cops out there.

No, I thought you were working.

Yeah, I... I did that, and now...

Now listen, Midtown, okay?

You don't produce the kale,
then the darkness descends,

and I'm talking about Dante.

I'm serious, dude.

My guy, he's got dental equipment.

I'm gonna pay you, okay? And I...

How about you bring out your phone

and you call your family or
your friends, your mother,

your father, you know, whoever,

and you tell them to bring
me vast sums of money, okay?

Can you do that?

I'll see you soon.

What the hell happened to your phone?

Oh, I... couldn't get any bars.

You got them now.

Yeah, crazy things.

Are you all right?

Hmm? Yeah.

I'm fine.

If you don't chill, you're gonna blow this.

It's taking too long.

It's not a pizza delivery.

Just give me a break, okay?

It's my first gun deal.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

"Back alley. Five minutes."

Okay, I'll go out front
and get in position.

Okay.

Chris is in position.

It's the dealer from inside.

Maybe he's branching out.
Maybe he's our gun seller.

What is going on?

Diaz, man, I thought I
told you not to leave.

Look, Jamie, you got to get out of here.

No.

There doesn't seem to be an exchange.

We lost Chris again.

Moving in.

Just go with it, okay?

You're under arrest

for possession of a controlled substance.

You're a cop?

Dude, this is a serious
breach of etiquette, man!

Is he our guy?

No.

He was waving around this in plain sight.

What was I supposed to do?

You could've moved him on.

Yeah, come on, man, I can move, man.

- I can move!
- Shut up!

Epstein, it's Peck.

Yeah, our gun seller didn't show.

Chris busted some dealer for possession.

Listen, I can get him out of here, okay?

Why don't I take him a
couple blocks from here

- and kick him loose?
- We can't let him go

or he'll blow this whole thing.

- He'll need to be processed.
- Chris can take him.

Forget it. He burned you both.

Yeah, all right. We're on our way.

Dov, I can handle this, okay?

It's not our decision. Let's go.

Come on, man!

Yeah, I'm in here now.

Just get the money and get out.

Uh, money's gone.

Angelo must have it.

We could pull him in
now, or I could hang back,

see who he connects with.

Just stay in there and
just see what you can see.

Great.

So, we've lost our flash money and no gun.

It's just unbelievable.

Hey, I thought you left.

No, not yet.

Good. Don't.

You must be getting tired.

No. I'm used to staying up all night.

Hey, you ever, um...

you ever want to say "screw it" to work,

just do what you want?

- You mean like right now?
- Yeah.

Essie, come on. We're getting slammed.

Hey, I'll, uh, take care of booking

if you want to get
started on the paperwork.

Yo, what the hell? This is crazy.

- Look, you think I wanted to arrest...
- Arrest me?

Kind of what cops are supposed to do.

You know what they're not supposed to do

is buy my drugs, all right?

Your worlds are colliding, Diaz.

Look, we can still figure this out.

Ain't no hack for this.

Look...

... you're being processed,
but we haven't charged you yet.

I can still get you out of this.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I gonna stay stealth until
I see the sun come up.

Then I'm gonna go make
a deal with a prosecutor,

and the first name I'm
gonna give up is yours.

Stand against the wall.

Stay there.

Six months of bank statements.

I mean, none of this spending
looks like a drug issue.

No 3:00 A.M. withdrawals,

I mean, regular shopping
habits for groceries...

- organic, no less.
- Yeah.

So, his brother said

he didn't notice any changes in him, right?

No. Didn't seem stressed or unhappy.

No antidepressant prescriptions

or payments to a psychologist.

All right.

So, sells his condo, he
takes out all this money.

I mean, maybe it's possible
we're looking at extortion

or blackmail, you know?

Maybe he's got a dark secret.

I doubt it. This guy's life

reads like the most
boring novel in the world,

except for this.

He spent quite a bit of money in Costa Rica

over the last six months...

hotel charges, restaurants...
at least three different trips.

Where would you go

if you had to leave your life behind?

I wouldn't go anywhere...

unless you were coming with me.

Aw.

So, the beach... mai tais, hot sun,

and not a care in the world.

I say we go north.

No, that's not gonna
happen. I hate the cold.

Oh, come on.

Dogsledding under an arctic moon,

those crazy northern lights,
and nobody would ever find us.

Perfect.

So, we're basically never gonna
agree on a place to retire,

which means we should just be friends

for the rest of our lives.

Hey, n... no, no. I love the beach.

Sand in my sandwich... mmm.

Oh. Look at this.

Pacifico College...

"an international school
of art and compassion."

Fancy, yeah?

In... San Jos?, Costa Rica!

Mr. Brian Gowdy got himself a new job,

and it comes with a condo.

So, that's that.

Want me to call local police,

make sure he got there safely?

Uh, I do speak fluent Spanish.

- You know that, right?
- Oh, I'm aware.

I just thought that was
reserved for when you were naked.

Well, this has been a real blast.

I'm gonna go stress-eat all of
Gail's raw food in the fridge.

Gail Peck!

I know you're here somewhere.

Where the hell is my report?

My office, three minutes!

I'm sorry I didn't knock.

I... didn't really think about it till now,

and now it's too late.

Uh...

What's up?

Uh I'm a little worried about Gail.

- Do... do you need help?
- Nope.

It's...

She seems a little messed up.

That's Gail. She's always messed up.

Yeah, it's... I just don't want
her shaving off all her hair

and then buying one of those
Amanda Bynes turquoise wigs.

Okay, wait. What?

Two things... how does
w... how does this work?

Oh, it's just a lift, shift, close, so...

Right. Gail. Okay.

I should... I'm gonna go and...

Use your words. Talk to her.

Whatever you think, sir.

So, Duncan filed a complaint against you.

It happens... to everyone.

Not to me.

Yes, to you, to me, to all of us.

It's a cop rite of passage.

First time I was sued,

I got a legal-aid lawyer with a $10 suit.

We show up for my deposition
at an old-line law firm,

a hundred senior partners,

full-time curator for the art on the walls.

- The camera starts rolling...
- Stop it.

Stop, okay? I'm already nervous.

... and I throw up all
over the mahogany table.

Okay. Thank you for sharing that.

That's a great story. Novel, even.

But you might want to reconsider

how that's reassuring to me.

Do you know that there are people

who try to sue weather stations

for inaccurate weather reports?

There was a surfer once
who sued another surfer

- for stealing his wave.
- So what?

So, just because somebody files a complaint

doesn't mean they're gonna win.

What if Duncan's right?

What if I gave up too soon?

If your gut said that that
kid wasn't fit to have a badge,

then he does not deserve one.

I left stuff out of the reports.

What kind of stuff?

Th... the guy is hopeless, okay?

So, I... I just tried
to put a positive spin

on the things I was putting in there,

and in doing that,

I left things out that should be in there.

I just figured he would
get it together, you know,

work it out, but he's the worst.

They're gonna find out I lied.

Then what?

Well, I hear condos are
really cheap in Costa Rica.

We could get one right on the beach.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't say anything.

No, I know it's my fault we got pulled out.

I should have never arrested that guy.

Forget it.

But maybe we could still
turn this thing around.

Chris, it's done.

Wait a minute. What if
we push this Jamie guy,

use him to catch a bigger fish?

Leave it to the drug squad.

No.

I'm gonna do this thing,

and when it pans out, I'm
putting your name in lights.

Oh... there he is.

See that sun coming up yet?

Shut up and listen.

The only way I can get you out of this...

No, get you out of this.

You got to give us a name.

You asking me to be a rat?

Confidential informant.

Oh, yeah, that sounds better.

That's kind of like a trusted adviser?

I'm gonna go with, uh, no.

Listen, being a C.I. is kind of like

getting a "get out of jail free" card...

you're protected, you get to keep selling.

All you got to do is
give us the right name,

you walk out of here a free man.

- The right name?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna go with, um, Chris Diaz.

Huh?

You think you're the first
dealer to ever try that?

It's not gonna work. Won't work.

I'm sorry, Jamie, but they're
just not gonna believe you.

Figured you for smarter.

Whoa, Diaz, I'm... co...

Diaz, wait up!

Diaz, c...

Bueno.

Y ya tienes mi numero de telefono, no?

Llamame si llega. Okay?

S?. Gracias.

That was the manager of
Brian's condo in Costa Rica,

and Brian's not there.

Where is he?

Hey, compliments from tech.

They transcribed all of
Brian Gowdy's messages.

They're all regarding
a sale of a XJ8 online,

which is weird.

Why? I mean, he was planning
on leaving the country.

Of course he's gonna sell
his car before he leaves.

Yeah, I know, but, uh, what's weird is,

I just took a report from a different guy

who's also selling his XJ8 online.

He was a... a doctor, some sort of shrink.

Uh, he came to the front desk,

which I'm chained to 'cause apparently,

that's my punishment for
getting shot in the neck, so...

- Chloe...
- Sorry.

- It was... it was... it was black, right?
- Yes.

Yeah, the shrink is selling
the exact same car online...

same make, same year, same color.

So, what he said is, he took
some guy for a test drive

and the guy creeped him out.

And I said, "well, it's not exactly illegal

because it happens to us ladies
all the time," am I right?

Okay, so, wait, wait, wait,
I want to get this straight.

You're saying there were two
black '98 XJ8s for sale online

at the same time?

Correct.

One belongs to Brian Gowdy,
one belongs to your shrink?

Yeah. Well, I mean, he's
not my shrink, but...

We need to see that report.

Sure. There you go. Done.

We got to get the doctor in here.

Yep.

We agreed to meet for a test drive

at a gas station on Lakeshore.

He, uh, got out of his car.

- What kind?
- Gray.

What make?

I'm more of a people person.

Um, maybe a Sedan.

So, a mid-30s male with an average build

and nondescript dark hair

gets in your car on the Lakeshore,

and you didn't ask to see his license?

That would have been a good
idea, but, no, I didn't.

He was very anxious.

We was... silent but angry.

Did he threaten you or harm you?

No, no. He was quiet
until we got to the woods,

and then he started in on me.

He, uh, he was interrogating me...

had I ever been to a
motel on Kingston Road,

was I planning a trip to Costa Rica?

Uh, it was like he had me
confused for somebody else.

- Brian Gowdy?
- Who?

Uh, th... that's okay. Please continue.

Well, when I asked him
what it was all about,

he got very agitated, told me to get out.

I didn't know if he was gonna steal the car

or... or kill me, uh...

I was terrified.

And then, luckily, his phone rang

and he got out to answer it, so
I jumped into the driver's seat

and reversed the hell out of there.

Any chance you can
remember where he drove you?

Reconstruct the route?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Okay, maybe I am getting
a little bit tired.

You don't look it.

I don't?

No.

I've watched you serve people all night.

You look even better than when you started.

Okay, that one might work on me.

My shift ends in an hour, if you're free.

Yeah, I might be.

Booyah. He's in.

That guy's not gonna move tonight.

Let's pull the plug.

Okay. I'll text Don Juan,

let him know to pull Angelo in.

Guess we'll have to offer him a plea

to cough up the gun seller.

- Detective.
- Yeah?

That dealer I arrested named his supplier.

Uh

"Russell Theroux divorced,

father of two, and a muffler salesman."

Are y... you... you kidding me?

Jamie says he's holding like five keys.

Is he in the system?

Well... no, but...

Diaz, ho... how many times
you want to screw up tonight?

Seriously, huh?

Without corroboration, you're
giving me nothing, okay?

Forget it.

All right, fine, I'll get you something.

Y... y... no, you're not hearing me.

I'll p... I'll pass this
name along to the drug squad

for a follow-up. In the meantime,

charge the dealer with simple possession.

Look, sir, with all due respect,

I gave him my word if his info checks out,

he'll be given consideration.

Okay. That's it.

But, sir, I promised him if he...

Chris, so what?

- Are we clear?
- Clear.

Okay.

Bring the drugs to evidence and move on.

Let it go.

We could have busted his supplier tonight.

Drug squad's handling it.

Want to let them take all the credit?

Since when have you cared about that?

All right, you know what? Screw it.

I'm gonna go over there

and check out the address he gave me.

Are you insane?

It's like six blocks from here.

This thing's gone up the chain.

You step on an active investigation,

you're gonna blow yourself up.

Why do you care so much

about setting some dealer free?

I don't care about him.

Okay, then what is this about?

'Cause honestly, I...
I can't figure it out.

You don't think they're...

You think they're not in
there laughing at me right now?

It was my screw-up, and that's on me.

Why would you even care, man?

I mean, you're happy, right?

You got Chloe, and that's a good thing.

But all I've got is this job,

and lately I've been screwing that up, too.

All right, Chris,

you're going through
a tough time right now.

I get it, but I got your back.

So, why don't you take five,
I'll take the drugs to lockup,

and we'll go grab some breakfast?

No.

Uh, we're... I got to maintain
chain of custody, so...

Uh, you know what? I'll
take care of it, hmm?

Look, thanks, I...

Hey.

Listen, um, I'm sorry

if I was a little abrupt with you earlier.

It's no problem.

No, it's... it's good that you're keen,

it's just that in this business,

you know, timing is everything.

Do you want me to go down to the cells,

square you with that drug dealer?

I'd be happy to if you want me to.

- No.
- You sure?

We're good. Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah, I told him the drug squad

was going to run with it, so...

Cool.

Oh, my God, unbelievable.

I hid the last of the sugar packets here.

God, I can't trust anyone, not even cops.

Just as well.

That stuff will kill you.

Okay.

Seriously, you should give it up.

Hey, Curtis, just, uh,
filling in the blanks

on tonight's bust.

It was three grams of coke
Chris checked in, right?

No.

How much was it?

He hasn't logged in squat.

What, are you checking up on me?

Just filling out the report.

It was three grams, right?

Yeah.

It's all checked and accounted for.

Where's the field test?

Oh, I'm sorry. I... I forgot to do it.

Just give it back, I'll do it now.

Oh, it's all logged in already. I'll do it.

Don't know why they
give you guys field tests

when no one ever uses them.

Where have you been?

Oh, I was just in the lounge
getting square with Peck.

Why?

Just asking.

You know I hate breaking
hundreds for a couple drinks.

Some of that better be
coming back as a tip.

All right, I'll have one more.

I don't know. It's after hours.

You served him.

Okay.

But after this one,

you're gonna have to drink at my place.

That's a sweet invitation,
but here's the thing...

you're smart, you're witty,
you're extremely attractive,

but you are also a criminal,

which is why I have to arrest you

for trafficking illegal firearms.

If this is foreplay,
you're doing it all wrong.

Well, actually,

the initial charge will
be serving me after hours,

but that should be
enough to get us a warrant

to search through your phone.

Please, give it back.

Sorry. I'm pretty sure
those texts you were sending

will correspond with messages

sent to my fellow undercover officer,

and I'm betting that we'll find

the rest of the marked money in your bag.

You would have had so much more fun

if you just came home with me.

But I would have regretted
it in the morning.

Chris.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just right now all I need is some sleep.

That bust of yours, the
drug dealer from the alley,

we're kicking him loose.

Whoa, what's going on?

Curtis tested the coke. It ain't.

It's pure baking soda.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

All right, well, even if he's a scammer,

we can still charge him with dealing.

Did he actually say it was coke?

No. He was just flashing the baggies,

like, "look what I got." He...

Yeah?

See, we got nothing.

The guy was selling all
night. It doesn't make sense.

No, it doesn't,

and this whole thing has been
in shambles from the get-go.

I'm done with it, kicking him loose.

See you later.

Hey.

I never properly thanked you for this.

Uh, look, I know I've been slacking.

Here's the Jameson report.
I finally finished it.

Okay. Come and sit down.

We're gonna chat for a bit.

The last little while,
it's... that's not like you.

It's Holly?

You heard.

That's great.

I'm r... I'm sorry that
that didn't work out.

Yeah, who knows? I don't know.

Maybe it will. I guess that's part of it.

Okay, what's the other part?

This. It's this...

some woman who got shot
in the laundry room.

It's the little girl?

Her name is Sophie, and she's 8 years old.

Mm.

And when she gets to know you,

she just has the most incredible smile.

She's just so open to the world,

and then, well, what does the world do?

It goes in and does this to her,

and now she doesn't have a
family and she's all alone.

And I don't really know what's, um...

I don't know why I can't
get this one out of my head,

and I know that we've
been through worse cases.

I mean, we all have.

I don't really know what
it is about this one.

It got you.

That's all. It is the worst for you.

Yeah? Huh? Breaks the skin.

And now, I'm sorry,

but, uh, everything is
gonna hurt a little bit more.

And that's okay. That's
how it's supposed to be.

That's... good, except for
the hurting part. That bites.

But it's... it's good.

If you ever need anything,
anything at all...

Like... weapons?

Yeah.

Or shoes, right? You want to shop?

Listen, you got it, okay? For real.

You know...

I'm still your friend, Gail.

Okay.

Hey, it's okay, kiddo.

It's okay.

Look, man, I just want to apologize

for what happened in there, you know?

But at least you're getting
out of here without a charge.

No, no.

I did you the favor, okay?

You owe me, so don't think for a second

I won't come back to collect.

I'll see you later, Midtown.

I'm beginning to have
second thoughts about this.

It looks different.

I mean, maybe... maybe it's
a different parking lot.

It's... it's around here somewhere.

I remember there was a view like this,

but, uh... I don't know.

Sam.

Uh, sir, would you mind

waiting in the car for a minute, please?

Wasn't supposed to end this way.

Well, it's not over.