Rookie Blue (2010–2015): Season 6, Episode 4 - Letting Go - full transcript

- Hey.
- Hey.

Did your psychic happen to tell you

someone tall and dark would
offer to buy you a beer?

No, but my... my therapist did tell me

to set clear boundaries.

- Your therapist?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, therapists are a waste of money.

You want to know what I do? What's that?

I'd take the money I would
have spent on a therapist

and put it in a bank account.

Then, when I'm feeling down,



I just look at my bank statement.

Wow. Sounds like I need to buy you a drink.

Hey, birthday card for Henry.

That is a retirement card for... Helen?

Whatever, it's fine.

So, I have a question for you.

Um, I hope you're listening to your gut,

you know, when it's telling you

to maybe get to know somebody better

rather than pursuing them relentlessly.

That doesn't sound much like a question.

[Chuckles]

- Hey.
- Hey. Hey. Hi.

Uh...



Thank you.

Gail: Hey, I... I need you guys
to help me make a bucket list.

These are the things I won't be
able to do once I have Sophie.

Okay, first I need you to sign this card.

Hey. I don't sign cards.
I don't wish people things.

Okay.

All right. Well, "R" rated
movies in the theater.

Put that on your list.

I don't want to go to a theater.

I'm not into a shared experience.

Okay, well, you can't stay
late at parties anymore.

Wah-wah.

Well, don't really like people, so...

I don't want to go to a swingers bar,

I don't want to drive a racecar,

and I have literally no
burning urge to bungee jump.

Congratulations, you're ready to be a mom.

Yeah, sounds like it.

- See you guys.
- Wait! No!

I need you to help me make a bucket list.

Did, um, you just say you're
gonna make a bucket list?

Well, why... why are
you making a bucket list?

Because, Duncan, I need to
go shopping for some buckets.

Uh, I'm gonna go.

I'll... I'll see you.

- Ooh, sorry.
- Chloe.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- How are ya?

I'm good.

Hey, guys. Quick question.

Is Gail dying?

I live in hope.

See ya.

[Chuckles] "I live in hope."

You interrupted me and Dov.

Okay. Well, forget about that.

Listen, you want to get
a drink with me again?

No.

You know, well, in celebration
of Helen's retirement.

No, okay?

'Cause I don't know who that is,

and I don't want to have
a drink with you, okay?

I want to have a drink with Dov.

That Dov?

Same Dov that dumped you, broke your heart?

Thanks, Dov.

My pleasure. It's the least I can do.

You've been giving me all this
time to train with Officer Cruz.

Yeah, are you liking Intelligence?

- Yeah.
- Card for Henry.

Oliver: It's, uh... it's Helen.

Helen.

Uh, yeah, no, Intelligence is great.

I love it.

Of course, I'm ready to
get back out on the street.

Yeah, there's nothing
like switching things up

for a while, you know?

I mean, nobody knows where any of us

will wind up in the end.

- Hey, people change.
- Totally.

Though, I kind of agree with you, Epstein.

Well, I think you belong on the street.

To the street.

Thank you.

Henry's retiring.

It's Helen.

[yawns]

Nick: Late night?

Mm-hmm.

I shut down the place with Juliet.

Man, that señorita has some
serious Irish blood in her.

I don't even know her last name.

Ward. It's on her name tag.

[Chuckles]

- Totally is.
- [Cellphone ringing]

Oh, your phone's ringing.
Oh, just hit cancel.

B-b-b-but what if you
won a prize or a vacation?

Hello?

Finn: Hey, Nick. It's Finn.

Hi, Finn. Who's Finn?

Hey, is everything all right?
I'm just on my way to work.

With me, I'm Chloe.

Hey. I work with Nick.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, Finn, call me back
in five minutes, all right?

Okay.

Chloe, I'm gonna drop you off up here.

Do me a favor.

Tell Oliver I might be a few minutes late.

Oh, you suck.

[Siren wailing in distance]

Finn: Come in!

Sorry, man. I was taking a leak.

It's fine.

How you doing?

How do I smell?

You smell like roses.

Then I guess I'm good.

How long you been back?

A while.

You should have called.

Why?

Get old Saint Nick to
grease my wheels for me?

All right. It's been fun.

Let's do it again in another two years.

Nick, I saw him.

Last night, he was coming
out of a liquor store

over on Parliament.

How do you know it was him?

Looks exactly the same.

He was getting into a
blue-and-white pickup.

I got his plate number here somewhere.

And you're sure it's him?

Positive.

18 years I've been wheeling
around on this piece of garbage.

I can't screw. I can barely piss.

I think about that guy and his fat face

looking through the
window every single day.

Nick, I'm telling you it was him.

I'd handle it on my own if I could.

Okay.

Okay. 'Cause we got a plan, right?

We've been waiting a long time for this.

Blue-and-white pickup.

All right.

I'm on it.

[Door opens, closes]

Commissioner, hey.

You talk to anyone at
34 Division this morning?

Uh, no.

No, why? What's going on?

They picked up your
daughter early this morning.

- Isobel, right?
- Yes.

She's still there.

- Is she okay?
- Yeah, she's fine.

What happened? What's going on?

- She was at a house party on Fielding.
- Uh-huh.

Party got out of control,
she had some ecstasy on her,

they brought her in.

- Is she all right?
- She's fine.

She's afraid to see you,

but I told them to take
really good care of her.

I don't know what happened.

She's supposed to be with Zoe this week.

It's okay. [Sighs]

I spoke to the staff at 34,

I told them we might
need to make this go away.

[Cellphone clatters]

I would never ask you to do that, sir.

I know, that's why I'm offering.

You know, you're the
first rookie I ever trained

and one of the best.

It's got to be worth something, right?

Anyway, you got my phone number.

Give me a call, let me
know what you want me to do.

Thank you, sir.

Anytime.

Dov: I thought you were on bed rest.

Jarvis called me in.

He's shut down the Ted McDonald
investigation officially.

What'd he say?

It was Ted. Ted is dead.

Does Dr. Seuss know we found a connection

to the Police Department?

[Sighs] He says our missing explosives rep

sold to hundreds of
people, dozens of companies.

It's a "complete stretch,
totally irrelevant."

So, I get to go back to bed,

and you get to go back out into the field.

[Scoffs]

You should run and jump a little.

Before you gain the "desk job 20."

I'm well on my way, but
I guess I have an excuse.

He can't shut it down. We're
finally getting somewhere.

Not anymore.

Got to be packed up by the end of the day.

I thought you'd be happy.

Won't be stuck in a room
with fluorescent lights

and a crazy pregnant lady anymore.

An hour ago, Brody
Simmons, upstanding citizen,

he walked away from Memorial Hospital

where he and four other inmates

were receiving their bimonthly
chemotherapy treatment.

Brody Simmons, the MMA fighter?

Yep.

The guy T.K.O.'d Jefferson
in the first round.

He's...[Clears throat]

Christian's a... a big fan.

Right, MMA fighter, steroid abuser,

repeat offender, mostly for assault.

Um, Swarek is gonna go down to the hospital

and talk to the doctor that he scalpeled.

You mean scalped.

Scalpeled.

I was trying to tell you what
and how using the same word.

Armed? Dangerous?

It's entirely possibly he
still has, uh, the scalpel.

While I'm at the hospital,
that's a list of his old haunts.

Why don't you split that with,
uh, Ward and, uh, Collins?

Right, wherever he is. Where is Collins?

Oh, he was gonna be late.

- My bad, I was supposed to tell you that.
- Nick: Sorry.

Simmons has never been married.

He's got no children, no family in town.

But, Peck and Moore, why
don't you follow that up

and make sure he's not, uh, hiding out

with any long-lost relatives?

Price and McNally, you're
on desk with Swarek.

Whatever he needs.

I want this guy back in
jail by the end of the day.

Go, go, go get him.

Juliet: So, I thought that we
could start off with his old gym.

Apparently that's where Simmons
used to get his steroids from.

I've got another idea. I got a C.I.

He's mentioned Brody Simmons before.

I just got to track him down.

Okay, you got an address?

Yeah, but I've got his
plate number right here.

You have your C.I.'s plate
number, but not his address?

Yeah, we meet in his truck.

Okay. Marco Brunswick.

Address is 493 Carleton.

Let's do it.

So, his landlord said he'd be here.

Do you want to go in, and I'll wait here?

Actually, do you mind heading in?

Yeah, I'm afraid he'll bolt if he sees me.

Sure, what should I say?

Tell him, uh, his lights are on.

I'll be out here waiting.

He'll talk if he's not
in front of his friends.

[Police radio chatter]

What?

Nothing.

It's Marco Brunswick, right?
What does he look like?

Early 20s, slim, blond hair.

Okay.

Anything?

No, I didn't see him.

You can go check for yourself, but...

Nah, it's all right.

If you didn't see him,
he's probably not there.

- Collins, you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I've just had a headache all morning.

It's turning into a bit of a migraine.

I get them every couple weeks.

What do you usually do about them?

Lay down in a dark room, hope it goes away.

Well, do you want to
head back to the station?

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

Let's go find you a dark room.

Dov: I don't understand why they
shut down this Ted McDonald case.

It doesn't make any sense.

Look, man, let the nerds in
Intelligence handle it, okay?

We'll stick to real policing.

Oliver: All units, suspect Brody Simmons

was spotted 15 minutes ago
at King West and Royal York.

Suspect is bearded,

and wearing a department
of corrections uniform.

This is 1504. We're in the neighborhood.

We'll check the vicinity.

See? Real policing. Man.

Maybe we should have
practiced our triangle chokes,

ankle locks, omoplata.

[Police radio chatter]

It's a submission move.

Oh, right. The omoplata.
I'll tell you what.

Simmons better watch his back,
'cause we're gonna nail him!

I'm glad you're pumped! It's
good to have you back, man.

It's not Christian who's
a fan of Brody Simmons.

It's me.

I had no idea.

You think it'd be weird if
I asked for his autograph

after we catch him?

Yes, I do.

[Police radio chatter]

Oh, no way. Straight ahead.

Check it out, it's him.

Never trust a man who
pretends not to see the cops.

Hey!

Stop!

Dov: 1504, pursuing Brody Simmons on foot,

suspect is now clean-shaven,
wearing a blue shirt and jeans,

heading eastbound on Lake
Shore, just west of Royal York.

Oliver: Copy that, 1504.

Sending backup to your location.

This is 1504. We lost Simmons.

He ran out onto a residential street

south of Lake Shore, east of Manor.

Man: Okay, 1504. We'll let backup know.

Hey, we'll find him.

Omoplata the hell out of him.

Hi, man. Did you find
anything at the hospital?

Well, some tall blonde used
to hang out with Simmons

while he was getting his chemo.

So I got a visitor's list from the prison.

We're gonna see if we can track her down.

Is, uh... is everything okay?

Uh, no.

Izzy, uh, she got picked up last night.

She had some ecstasy on her.

She's sitting in booking
down at 34 right now.

And Santana, he came all the way down here

to tell me that he could
pull it from the system.

Santana said he could
pull it from the system?

Yeah.

Friends in high places.

I don't know, brother.

You know, Izzy's applied to
all these colleges for the fall.

You know, kind of schools that
wouldn't even look at a kid

who's got a record, so...

Mm, hypothetical, what would you do?

I-I-I don't know, man.

I, um... I'm... I'm sorry.

I'll t... I'll tell you this.

Whatever you decide,
you keep it to yourself.

Well said, brother.

Thank you, Sammy.

Chloe: I didn't even... I wasn't
expecting it. I was just...

- I feel... I feel like you've already told me this.
- No, I haven't.

All this stuff, I feel... hey.

Hey.

Uh, anything on Brody Simmons?

I sent four units to canvass the area

Diaz and Epstein last saw him.

All right, what about
the low-rise he ran from?

They're giving it a sweep right now.

This is, uh, Brody Simmons' visitor's list.

The prison just sent it over.

I'd start by looking
for a tall blond female.

Doctor said that she used to meet him

for his chemo appointments.

Yep.

Hey, actually, do you
want to read these out?

I'll just put them in the system.

What is Nick doing out of uniform?

I don't know.

I'll be right back.

What's up?

Oh, just looking for someone to ride with.

What about Nick?

He went home to lie down,
had one of his migraines.

Sorry, what?

His migraines?

Says he gets them a lot.

Huh.

That's interesting, 'cause I
lived with him for six months,

and I've never heard anything
about a migraine before.

Well, are you saying he's lying?

I don't know.

I mean, you're the one
that's a bit of a mystery

around here, right?

Maybe he didn't trust you.

Phew, burn. Good one.

I know, I already feel bad that I said it.

Come on. Hey, I'm worried about him.

He hasn't been himself all morning.

Look, I don't know.

We went to try to track
down one of his C.I.s.

Nick said that the guy knew Brody Simmons.

Okay.

And he wasn't there,

and that's when Nick
said he wanted to go home.

Okay, so, did you get a name?

Marco Brunswick.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Okay. Marco Brunswick.

Okay, I mean, there's a couple D.U.I.s,

but those were years ago.

Well, how many years ago?

Nick said he was only in his early 20s.

No, guy's 45.

What?

Second lie today.

Pardon?

Uh, nothing. Do you mind?

I'm just gonna dig around for a little bit.

You... you want this... okay.

Anyone home?

[Police radio chatter]

This is the police.

Your door was open,

and there's an armed criminal in the area.

Dov.

[Police radio chatter]

Beard.

Chris: Huh?

Check it out.

Who doesn't clean up their trimmings?

You know what they say...

one man's filth, another man's evidence.

Dov.

Check it out... men's clothes, men's shoes.

Men's prison jumpsuit.

Woman: Hello?

Oh, my God, I... I had eggs in there.

It's okay, ma'am. We can...

- Don't touch me!
- No, no, no, no, no.

- No touching.
- What are you doing?!

Whoa! Whoa! Everybody, calm down.

I'm Officer Epstein. This is Officer Diaz.

We're looking for a
man named Brody Simmons.

- Brody?
- Yes.

Do you know him?

Of course I know him.

He's my husband.

What can I get for you?

What kind of bourbon you got?

One kind.

Sounds good.

Man: Another, Will.

Juliet: McNally.

- Do you have a minute?
- Andy: Yeah.

Did you know that Nick's
parents died in a car accident?

Yeah. He was 12, hit-and-run.

The reports said that it
was likely a drunk driver.

- They never found him.
- Uh-huh.

But Nick was in the
accident. Maybe he saw him.

Nick was in the car?

Apparently, both brothers survived.

Nick doesn't have a brother.

Well, according to this, he does.

Nick was 12, and Finn Collins was 18.

Wait, Finn's his brother?

What?

That's so weird.

'Cause a guy named Finn called him

on our way to work this morning.

Nick got all spazzy and
threw me out of the car.

[Cellphone vibrating]

Um, would you... sorry... excuse me?

Okay, he's not my husband
according to the law.

We're married in our hearts.

He wore the blue shirt?

Yeah.

Right. Right.

The green one was still there.

Um, I had beer there for
him, his favorite kind.

Do you know if he drank one?

I can't believe I didn't look.

Okay, Tara, when exactly
did you meet Brody Simmons?

Three years, eight
months, and six days ago.

[Chuckling] Approximately.

Yeah.

Okay, uh, but Brody was in
jail for over four years.

We met on a prison dating website.

A prison dating website. Okay.

How about one of us gets you a coffee...

Uh, fuzz.

Chloe.

You want to take Tara to
the lounge for a coffee?

I'd love to. I could use another.

This way.

So, was it just the prison
dating sites you tried,

or did you give regular
dating sites a whirl?

Brody never lived at her house,
but she had clothes for him.

She knew he was coming.

She left a key for him.
That makes her an accomplice.

She wasn't on the visitor's list?

- Not for the last three months.
- All right, check into her.

- Phone records, bank statements, social media.
- Mm-hmm.

[Dance music plays]

Hey, uh, we've talked to everybody

who lives around here already.
Why do we got to stay put

when we know the dude's not coming back?

We actually don't know
that he's not coming back.

So until we hear otherwise...

Listen, I hear otherwise.

- You hear that music?
- No.

Feel that beat?

Mnh-mnh.

Come on, Peck. I saw dancing
lessons on your bucket list.

- No, you didn't.
- Yes, I did.

Fell out of the glove compartment.

Took a little peek.

Hey, cop. Let's see what you got.

No. No, no.

Oh, come on.

I can see you dying to
bust a move over there.

Get out of here.

♪ Dum, dum-dum-dum-dum-dum, Di-Da-dum ♪

♪ Dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum, Di-Da-dum ♪

♪ Dum, dum-dum-dum-dum-dum, Di-Da-dum ♪

♪ Dum-dum, dum-dum ♪

Okay, so, you had no idea

that your, uh, husband was
planning to escape custody?

If I'd known, I would
have been home to meet him.

Well, how did he know
that you would have clothes

for him or where the key was?

I told him where the key was.

It was his place, too.

And I told him when I bought him things.

I was building a nest,
for him to come home to.

Traci: Okay, but, Tara, there
was beer in the fridge for him.

Brody wasn't eligible for
parole for another two years.

So, can you just tell me
what was going on in your head

when you bought the beer?

[Knocks on door]

Guys, can I talk to you
for a second, please?

Excuse us.

- Hi.
- Hey.

So, there is no money
missing from her accounts

and no calls to her cellphone.

All right.

Well, we shouldn't discount
crazy letter writing.

I mean, she's not right
in the head, is she?

Dating from prisoner websites?

Chloe: She doesn't want him out of jail.

- What do you mean?
- Well, I just... women who date prisoners

don't actually want a real relationship.

They just want somebody to love.

And I guess you can tell yourself

that you're waiting for him,

but it's only so you don't have to realize

that you're actually just alone.

Well, also, you know where
they are at all times.

That's convenient.

Okay, this is good. Let's try that.

Tara.

We were just going over your
husband's visitor records,

and we noticed that you haven't seen him

in the last three months.

He just needed some space.

But clearly he came straight
to me as soon as he got out.

Obviously.

You're the one who knows him the most.

Uh, no other, uh, previous relationships

- or marriages or... ?
- No.

He had an ex in town, but...

He wouldn't have gone there.

I mean, she didn't support
him when things got tough.

She didn't support him.

What's her name?

Eliza. Eliza Hutton.

Do you know where she lives?

Tara?

Tara. We need your help.
We need to find him.

Before he hurts someone,
before he hurts himself.

If you find him, will he go back to prison?

Yes.

1046 Montrose.

I looked her up... Once.

A... a few times. I
just wondered about her.

I wasn't stalking her or anything.

It's okay, Tara. Thank you.

[Sighs]

Hey, you play?

I'm semi-retired.

I used to play a little basketball,

but that was back in the army.

Nothing to drink, so
there's not much else to do.

Nothing to drink? Where the hell were you?

Afghanistan.

Oh, well...

Family? Kids?

No. You?

Me? I got... I got a... I
got a daughter, almost 16.

I never get to see her, though.

Well, that's too bad.

What are you gonna do?
My ex-wife's a bitch.

I miss the hell out of her.
I think about her every day.

I send her an e-mail once a week,

and I don't even know
if she ever reads them.

Why, you never hear back?

No. No, but I send them.

You know the worst thing I ever did?

Hmm?

The night that she was born,

I didn't even go to the hospital.

I refused.

Can you believe that?

I don't even remember that night at all.

You drink bourbon?

You breathe oxygen?

Good man.

Can I get two more of those?

- That is messed up.
- Yeah, I know.

I almost felt bad about it. [Chuckles]

What about you?

You ever do anything you feel bad about?

Yeah. Sure.

Come on. Choirboy like you?
What do you do, not floss?

- [Chuckles]
- I was in the army.

Me and this buddy of mine,

we were training the
Afghan security forces.

And there was this guy
we were working with...

Azar... Something, don't know.

Nice guy... husband, father.

Anyway, it turned out he
was leaking information

about our troop movements
to the insurgents.

An I.E.D. caught my buddy's convoy.

So next night, me and this other guy,

we went out, we found
Azar, and we shot him.

Different rules over there.

That'll mess you up.

It stays with you.

Yeah. I get that.

I had an accident once.

[Glass thuds]

I mean, I... I had a few, but...

This one particular one was, uh...

It was, um...

What happened?

It was a family of four.

This crappy old station wagon, and, uh...

I don't even know if they made it.

You know, I tried to look inside, but...

They were all unconscious
and upside down, so...

What did you do?

I ran.

I ran like a little bitch.

[Door opens]

All right, I've got a Navy
blue Bronco with the lights on.

Anyone? [Door closes]

Uh, yeah, yeah. That's me.

Give me a second.

What?

Marco Brunswick...
45-years-old, three D.U.I.s.

Was he driving that night?

[Police radio chatter]

The night that your parents died?

Look, Nick, I don't care.
You do what you got to do.

But you do not lie to your partner.

You do not lie to me.

Oh, come on, Ward. You've
been lying since I met you.

Five minutes.

Five minutes. I want to I.D. him.

And then what?

We bring him in.

[Siren wails in distance]

Hey, um, my battery's dead.

Hey, I-I-I could, uh, give
you a boost if you want.

Oh, no, man. Too many of those.

Okay, well, let me give
you a ride somewhere.

Come on, man. You been
matching me shot for shot.

[Chuckles]

That cop's still hanging
around out back anyway.

No, I'm gonna go grab a bottle
on Parliament or something.

Cheaper than drinking here.

Sounds like a good plan.
You mind if I join you?

No, sir.

[Pool balls click]

[Police radio chatter]

Hey. He's here.

Dispatch, 1504.

We've got Brody Simmons at 1046 Montrose.

Oliver: Copy 1504. Sending
backup over to 1046 Montrose.

Head down, hands up now!

Drop the flowers! Drop the flowers now!

Brody: They were like 50 bucks.

Hands on your head,
man. I know the omoplata.

Okay. I was just looking
for a vase, all right?

What's going on?

- Eliza.
- Oh, my God.

Brody, what the hell are you doing here?!

Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey! Drop those shears.

- Hey!
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I was just gardening.

I'm dying, Eliza. I... I got liver cancer.

What?

I wanted to come here and... you know,

before I go, and tell you that I...

Hey, hands! Hands on your head!

I love you. Okay.

Um, but these are for you.
Can she have them, please?

- Hands!
- Okay! I get it, all right?!

Will you just give me a second here?!

[Police radio chatter]

I'm sorry that I screwed everything up.

All right? I'm...

I've been really working hard, you know,

trying to fix myself up for you.

I haven't been using.
I... I've been doing yoga.

I'm... I'm calm. I'm... I'm calmer.

I'm... I'm better.

Except you stabbed a doctor today.

Today was very circumstantial!

Brody, we have been
broken up for five years!

You need to get over it!

Guys, I hate to interrupt,
but, Brody, you're not dying.

- What?
- You're not dying.

We talked to your doctor.
You're gonna be fine.

It's a simple surgery. The
liver regenerates itself.

It's actually pretty
amazing. Are you serious?

Yeah, things may have gone
a little smoother today

had you not stabbed the
doctor with a scalpel.

[Chuckles] It's always
a show with you, huh?

[Police radio chatter]

Buddy with the lights on?

- Yeah.
- He left.

They went out the back door.

[Groans]

It might not be much, but it's mine.

It's all right up here.

Yeah, it's nice, eh?

Sometimes I come up here, and
I play this game with myself.

Jump or have another drink.

[Laughs]

Jump or go to bed.

[Sighs]

You don't want to jump.

No, I don't want to jump.

What I want is to fall off.

I haven't got the balls to jump.

[Chuckles]

Every morning, I see my neighbors,

and they... they look surprised to see me.

Me, too.

I wake up in a chair or
I wake up on the floor,

and the first thought I have
is, "oh, well, maybe next time."

That's not much of a life.

Well, it's my fault. Right? It's karma.

You can't just ruin people's lives

and expect to sleep it off.

Believe me, I've tried.

You talking about your daughter?

Yeah, I'm talking about my daughter.

I'm talking about my daughter,
talking about my wife.

What about that hit-and-run?
Does that play into it?

Hey, look at that.

Cops are everywhere today.

Are you on the run or something?

Juliet: Come on, Collins.

[Cellphone ringing, vibrating]

No, no, no, no. No. No. No.

I got to take a leak.

Oh, come on.

Come on. Don't make me
finish this all by myself.

Don't worry. I got your back.

[Cellphone ringing, vibrating]

[Siren wails in distance]

Take that if you want.

No, I'm good.

Okay, then.

Let's get this over with.

Here I am.

[Breathing heavily]

Just one little push.

Just one little push.
That's all it's gonna take.

You know who I am?

I think I got a pretty good idea.

You keep talking about that accident, so...

You must be the kid
from the backseat, right?

I only ever saw you in the rearview mirror.

So, come on. What are you waiting for?

Come on! Do something!

- Don't. Don't.
- [Laughs] Why not?

I mean, one of us is going
over that edge, right?

Nick!

[Both grunting]

You killed my mother.

You killed my father. My
brother, he's paralyzed.

Your brother?

You mean the kid that was driving?

- That was my dad.
- No. No, it was some kid.

- My dad was driving.
- He was not!

I was there!

So was I!

I was there, too.

I was there, too, and I was drunk,

and I was speeding, and I did take off.

But I didn't cause that accident.

It was you. You crossed over the line.

You ran into my car.

You ran into my car, and it was
your brother that was driv...

[groans]

Do it.

Do it. Do it.

[Sobbing] Do it! Just let me go!

Just let me go.

[Grunts]

[Groaning]

Nick!

Nick.

I'm done.

I'm so tired.

Cuff him.

And call another Division to get him.

I don't want him at 15.

[Sobbing]

[Knock on door]

Come in, man. It's open.

[Door closes]

So...

Here we are.

How's it going?

I turned him in. They arrested him.

What?

I called it in.

[Chuckles]

I don't believe you.

He's gonna sleep it off in jail overnight.

Tomorrow, they'll question him.

You and I, we got to go to the
station, give our statements.

I'll come pick you up in the morning.

That's it?

Yeah. That's it.

That wasn't the plan, Nick.

Plans change, man. All the time.

Look at you.

You said you'd come back for me. I waited.

Come on.

You were better off without me.

No, I wasn't.

This isn't about you.

You're the one in the chair.

18 years, man.

18 years, we hardly know each other.

- So, what do you want to know?
- The truth.

Guy told me you were driving that night.

That you crossed over the
lanes, drove right into him.

I was asleep in the back.
I woke up in the hospital.

I believed everything you told me.

Finn, I looked up the police report.

[Siren wails in distance]

So tell me the truth.

Come on, man. Tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth! Tell me the truth!

Dad was tired!

Okay, Dad was tired. He pulled over.

I said I'd drive for a bit.

Nick. It doesn't matter. I
was 18. The guy was wasted.

That's why he ran.

Two people dead, five lives ruined.

What do you want me to say?

Nothing.

I'm over it.

I'm over the whole thing... the accident,

you taking off, who you are now.

So what, you forgive me?

That's great, man. Seriously.

Thank you.

When are you gonna forgive yourself?

Nick, I'm...

I'm glad it was me, all right?

I mean, you're my little brother.

I never doubted that.

Yeah, I know.

Do you?

I'm gonna come back in
the morning to pick you up.

All right?

Chris: Into the lens.

Sam: Good work, guys.

Hey, Diaz.

Tara wants to see Brody
before he gets booked.

What? No. No way.

That girl is a delusional whack-job.

How did you know?

All that relationship
stuff was in her head?

She bought him his favorite beer.

Huh?

I don't know what that means.

I have Dov's favorite beer in my locker.

I don't know, just buying it for him

after we broke up just made me feel happy.

So I haven't addressed
the fact that I'm alone

because I'm just hoping
that he'll come back, but...

He ain't coming back.

So...

I, uh...

I guess you think I'm a tool, huh?

What?

Um, dancing in... in uniform?

Actually, I think it showed great policing.

That's... that's outreach.

It's reaching out to the kids.

Wait a minute.

Are... are you just being nice
because you might be dying?

Yes. I am.

Um, I'm sorry, I...

[Laughs] Sorry.

- You're not dying?
- [Laughs]

Holy pooper. You can't do that.

- I'm sorry.
- You can't do that.

You really believed me.

Why would you joke about that?!

Stop it, shh.

If you don't say anything...

I would really love to take you up

on those hip-hop dancing lessons.

Yeah?

Yeah, but just don't say anything.

Wanting to get down a little more?

- Shh! Hey!
- Hey.

Hey, Peck.

How are you? Good to see you.

You, too.

Moore, hey. Um...

This isn't a date,

but I have some warm beer in my locker,

and I was wondering if
you wanted to get it...

Hell yeah!

- Okay.
- I do.

- That was easy.
- Hold on. Wait a minute.

What is this, like, Duncan day?

- [Chuckles]
- It just really...

it just really feels
like Duncan day right now.

Why do you always got to take it too far?

- You know, forget it.
- No, no. No, no, no!

I'm just kidding! I mean... hurry.

I'll meet you out front.

Hi, Commissioner. Yeah, I'm... I'm, um...

I'm gonna head down to
34 and pick up Izzy now.

If you could, uh...

Can you give them a call for me?

You know, let them know that I'm on my way.

Yes.

I-if you would yank her from the system,

I would be grateful.

Yeah, Commissioner... yeah, I...

I owe you.

Yo, check this out.

Wow. Cool.

Yeah, today was awesome.

Glad to be back on the street?

Yeah. Totally. [Chuckles]

What are you doing?

Uh, just, you know, packing up.

Yeah, but, uh, packing up what?

Hey.

You ever ask yourself what
you'll be doing in 15 years?

No. But I hope it's still this.

See you out back.

Hey.

Hey.

How did it go? What happened?

He's... he's fine.

Okay, so, was it the guy from the accident?

Look, can you, uh...

Can you just ask him tomorrow?

I'm not trying to be nosey.

This isn't some lame jealousy thing.

Oh, no. I know. I know.

- I genuinely care about him.
- Me, too.

[Knocks on door]

Hey.

Have a good night.

Uh, yeah.

- Hey.
- Sam: Hey.

It's a nice night.

I thought maybe we could
find a nice little patio

and have a drink.

Yeah, that sounds great.

Okay.

Hey, I hope you don't mind.

I'm taking your leftovers home.

[Chuckles] If there's anything left.

[Woman vocalizing]

Don't worry.

Not originals. I made copies.

Still... we should let it go.

[Chuckles] I know. I can't.

Can I tell you something?

Sure.

Today was a perfect day on the street.

I... I chased a bad guy,
took him down, locked him up,

did everything I've ever
wanted to do on this job.

But now...

[Siren wailing]

I don't want to be in uniform anymore.

Okay. What do you want to do?

This.

Okay.

Let's figure it out then.

♪ I watch you there ♪

♪ in the middle of the stage ♪

♪ in those golden years ♪

♪ in that golden place ♪

♪ would you tell me ♪

♪ if it shines? ♪

Watch a new episode of Rookie
Blue, next Thursday on Global.

I just got a message from Leo's school.

I'll be back in 20 minutes.

Don't tell anyone.

Anncr: Next time on "Rookie Blue."...

(Screams)

Nash, it's Swarek. What's your 20?

I don't know where she
is. She's not answering.

How is uh...

Detective Nash?

Andy!

I'm just worried for your officer.

I hope that broad is worth
the trouble, Detective.

Where is she?!