04x02 - Homecoming

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(Police radio chatter)

Ollie, you didn't have to drive me.

Uh, you know, it's Frank's orders.

Nothing gets in the way of ***.

You know, he didn't want to lose the table, he'll be done as soon as he can.

Yeah, but I could have just taken a cab.

Oh, come on.

What use is a fast car with flashing lights if it can't get you to a dinner reservation on time?

(Laughs)

You must really *** in these?

Nope.

(Static crackles) Uh, 15-05, can you attend to 11 Cooper Street, for a possible 10-54?

10-54? That's a possible double homicide.

What time is your reservation?

What reservation? (Static crackles)

Mark 15-05. Responding.

(Static crackles)

(Siren wailing)

(Police radio chatter)

(Siren whoops)

(Radio chatter continues)

(Sighs)

What's she doing here?

Couldn't shake her.

Such a senseless waste.

Young kids. Clean double tap.

(Rustles)

(Gasps) My God!

Wasn't my idea.

Don't blame me.

What is going on? This is not funny.

Oliver!

(Whirring)

(Whirring)

Frank...

Recognize the place?

Yes. It's where we broke up that homecoming rave ten years ago.

We were both with other people back then, but still... after that night, I had a feeling that my life was gonna change.

I just didn't know how much.

You're not...

I am.

Noelle Williams, you are the most amazing person I've ever met, my best friend in the world.

And if I'm lucky, you'll also agree to be my wife.

I'm gonna k*ll you.

I know.

(Oliver) Is that a yes"?

Yes! (Laughs)

(Cheering) Yes!

(Oliver) It's a yes"!

(Laughter)

Woman: ♪ feel the pitch black sky above ♪
♪ Don't be scared...

(Laughs) Okay.

All right, you win.

You're ready to get back on the street.

Undercover wasn't all watching cheesy movies and hanging out at the bar.

Nick and I ran 5k every other morning.

'Cause you're a keener.

Shut up.

So you're back.

Yeah.

Yeah? What's it like?

I don't know.

The same, I guess, you know, other than Frank and Noelle getting married and Chris moving to Timmins, Sam being a detective, which is really cool.

You know what else is really cool?

Sam's new girlfriend.

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

Have you had a chance to talk to him yet?

Let's just get it over with, okay?

What is she like?

Nine years on the squad. Five years S.W.A.T.

I mean, she seems like pretty solid police...

Bad dresser? Can't tell a joke?

You know, runs funny? Something?

Actually, she runs just fine.

Hey.

Morning, Nash.

Hey. (Laughs) Morning.

McNally, right?

Yeah. Pleasure to meet you. Marlo Cruz.

Didn't get a chance to meet last week.

Yeah, real pleasure.

Heard a lot about you.

Oh.

So, uh... got another 10k to get in before shift.

See you guys there.

All right. Have a good run.

Okay.

Actually, she runs kinda funny.

10k.

We're doing another lap right now.

♪ Everywhere ♪
♪ you got to get out your chair ♪
♪ This is a love affair ♪

(scoffs) ♪ everybody everywhere What are you doing here?

Back on duty. Thought you might want a ride?

Unless you like driving in with your Dad.

I don't know.

I'm not really supposed to accept rides from strangers.

Gail, come on. I left you four messages.

I've been sitting in a conference room in mississauga for a week, going over everything from the last six months. Chief, drug squad, handlers...

Okay, okay, we get it. You're 007.

Got you a doughnut.

It's in the car, though, so if you want it, you gotta get in.

♪ Come on (Car door opens)

♪ Come on (Car door closes)

♪ Everywhere ♪
♪ you got to get out I don't like Hawaiian anymore.

♪ This is a love affair ♪
♪

How long you gonna stay mad?

Six months.

Six months.

You couldn't call me once? You couldn't text me?

Uh, I d... I don't know what that says about us.

Wasn't about us.

(Starts engine)

Gail, I thought you were going to France.

(Mouth full) This doughnut's stale.

♪
♪ Everybody everywhere ♪
♪ everyone, come on Sammy.

(Car door closes)

How do you always look so cool on such a hot day?

My people come from a warm climate.

Your people come from Scarborough.

Well, it's a very humid neighborhood.

So, um, McNally's back today.

Yes, she is.

Yeah.

So... did you guys talk yet?

About what?

You, Marlo. You think it'd be good to clear the air.

McNally made her choice. She left.

Nothing else to talk about.

See?

The air is totally clear.

(Sighs)

It'll be another beautiful, clear day.

(Door buzzes in distance)

Uniform still fits.

What?

Well, I was a little worried.

Burrito place across from the apartment...

I know you had a weakness.

Yeah. How's your eye?

It's not bad. It's healed, mostly.

Oh, yeah.

No scar. That's too bad.

Might've actually made you look like a man.

Ahh.

(Chuckles)

Collins. McNally.

Detective Swarek.

Congratulations on the promotion.

Well deserved.

I hate wearing uniforms in the summer.

The material's itchy. The belts are way high.

Yeah. I'll, uh, see you guys in there.

Okay.

Yep.

(Radio chatter)

(Lock rattles)

So...

How are you?

Good.

Good?

Really good, yeah. You?

Yeah. I'm, uh, I'm good.

Oh. That's great. Sorry.

Sorry.

That's okay. Go ahead, please. Go ahead.

No, I'm fine.

Cool. Okay. All right. Let's go.

Okay. Thank you.

(Cheering)

Man: Way to go, Frank.

All right. Okay, okay. Okay. It's true. It's true.

I proposed. She said yes. We're getting married.

Don't worry, Frankie. Third time's a charm.

(Laughter)

Also, McNally, Collins, first rotation back from undercover.

You were missed by all, but mostly by me.

I was two officers short for six months.

Wasn't very happy. Welcome back.

I'm gonna make this short and sweet.

You got a job to do. Go do it.

And do not forget, tonight there is a party at the Black Penny for the happy couple.

You all saw the fliers.

All right, friends and family, drinks are being paid for out of the Christmas fund because Santa came to me in a dream and told me to do so.

(Laughter) All right. Go do your jobs.

Assignments are on the board.

Thanks, Sarge.

(Indistinct conversations)

Aw, desk duty. Hey, at least we're working together.

I know. My idea. I figured you only got a month left.

You might as well make the best of it.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

McNally, looks like you're riding with me today.

I'm just gonna go back, get my, um...

Actually, I, um, I think I'll take McNally today.

I think she's probably pretty rusty, and I wouldn't wanna impose her on anyone before she's back up to speed.

Absolutely. Be my guest.

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

You know, it feels really weird.

I... I barely recognize the city anymore.

Well, you were gone for a while.

I'll give you the talk again.

Oliver Shaw. I'm your training officer.

Hey. How are the girls?

They're great. They're great.

I am actually back home.

No way.

Yeah. Zoe and I decided to give it another sh*t.

Oliver, that's fantastic.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, it feels good to be back home again.

I bet. What about you?

Are you glad to be back?

Mm-hmm.

Isn't that lemonade place up here?

Thirsty?

Yep. It... it's around here. Fresh pressed.

I got a customer card that loves to be punched.

Great. Let's punch it.

All right, so I'm gonna be about five minutes.

You stay on the radio, okay?

(Shifts gears)

Oh, hold on.

What?

Let me buy.

Just a small, please.

Just a small. $5.

Yeah.

Well, that's overstating the obvious.

Yeah. (Laughs)

Okay.

(Passing vehicles rumbling)

(Horn honks, siren wailing in distance)

(Radio chatter)

(Unfastens seat belt)

(Man shouting indistinctly in muffled voice)

Everyone, down! Down! Get down on the floor.

(Continues shouting indistinctly)

(Radio static) (Lowered voice) Oliver, dispatch.

There's 10-42 in progress at Hudson Trust.

King and Duncan.

Man: Come on! Let's go!

Loose bills only. Loose bills only, I said!

Go, next drawer, next drawer. Now!

(Whispers) Go, go.

Man: Okay. Okay. Just take it easy.

Man: Come on! Open it! Take it easy?

You really don't wanna tell me what to do right now.

I'm just saying, the money's insured.

No one here needs to get hurt.

You hear that, everybody?

Your manager here...

Go, go, go.

Darren.

Darren, says nobody needs to get hurt.

(Cocks g*n)

Police. Put the g*n down now.

Or what?

You'll sh**t us?

Put the g*n down on the floor.

Oh, I don't think so. I'm taking it with me.

(Static crackles) Oliver, I got him. One suspect. He's armed.

Darren, where's the back door?

Down there. Move!

You're never gonna get outta here.

I'm already gone.

It's okay, everybody. He's leaving.

We're gonna be okay. Just relax.

(People screaming)

(Indistinct shouting)

15-20, sh*ts fired!

We need E.M.S. at this location right now!

Get down, get down! Get back, get back!

He went out the back!

You wanna walk me through it from the beginning?

All right. Oliver and I were stopped up the street.

I saw a couple people running, checked it out.

Okay, and that's when you called it in?

Yeah. When I saw the guy, and the manager was filling the bag.

Why didn't you wait for backup?

'Cause it escalated. I didn't have time.

Mask, coveralls. Anything else?

I mean, medium build, uh, Caucasian, I think.

I... I don't really know.

You think?

Well, yeah, as soon as I saw the baby, I... I didn't really notice anything else.

Found these behind some boxes out back.

You're kidding.

They've come a long way since I was a kid.

I think this one even poops.

Okay, well, maybe we can get ident to lift some prints and find out who's the daddy.

Okay.

Uh, I checked the cameras.

I'm getting the footage copied now, but it looks like he had his mask on the whole time.

How much did he get?

I don't know the exact number yet, but it's in the ballpark of 6, maybe $7,000.

Do we have an I.D. on this victim?

Yeah. It's, uh, branch manager Darren Kudlow.

And medics aren't sure he's gonna make it.

No one can reach his wife.

All right, would you get Collins and Peck to track her down and take her to the hospital, please?

In the meantime, let's go talk to some more witnesses and see if we can get a better description on the sh**t, yeah?

(Dog barks in distance)

(Radio chatter)

Cynthia Kudlow?

Yeah.

Can I help you?

We're here about your husband Darren.

Why? What's going on?

There was a robbery at his bank this morning, and Darren was injured.

Injured?

He was sh*t. I'm so sorry.

sh*t?

He's alive. He's at Memorial Hospital.

We're gonna take you there right now.

Oh, my God.

We're gonna get you there as fast as we can, all right?

Is he okay?

Check it out.

It was on the board in the lounge.

(Paper rustles)

What, are you getting a new place?

No, no.

It's for you.

Me? I'm transferring back home.

It'd be kinda dumb to rent a place like that for a month.

Yeah, but if you had a place like this, you wouldn't need to transfer back to Timmins.

Think about it.

You live in one of the greatest cities in the world.

I mean, you... you live in a city where you can take the bus or the streetcar or the subway...

Dov.

A city where they have Chinese food like they actually have in China.

You know, a city where... where a beautiful woman walks into your office and wants to make sweet, sweet, sweet love...

(Speaking Italian)

Okay, okay. Slow down. Do you speak English?

(Continues speaking Italian)

Would you, uh, make sure you take snaps of all the drawers and the vault?

Got it.

(Camera shutter clicking and beeping)

Woman: Thank you.

Man: Yes, we've got statements from everyone.

(Radio chatter, camera shutter continues clicking and beeping)

Well, witnesses all say the same thing.

Sleeping baby is all they remember.

Mm. It's kinda true, you know.

I used to carry the girls around in one those things when they were little.

Mm-hmm.

He could have been wearing clown makeup for all that anyone looked at me.

(Indistinct conversations, radio chatter)

Not like now.

Now they can't keep their eyes off me.

It's very weird...

He had the money. He sh*t him anyway.

I know. It's... messed up. But we'll get him. Come on.

We'll get him.

So he doesn't want into the vault, just what's on hand.

Well, it's most amount of cash, least amount of time.

Except he doesn't take any of the banded stacks, just, uh, the loose bills.

So he's a pro. Didn't wanna risk getting a dye pack.

Right, but check that out.

Magnetic plate's exposed.

So maybe McNally comes in, distracts our guy, manager slips a couple of the dye packs into the bag when he's not looking.

Wouldn't have made it two, three blocks before they went off.

15-20. 2-block perimeter west of the bank.

There's no sign of our guy.

(Sighs)

Yeah, Sammy.

Yeah, I think we got something here.

(Oliver) So coveralls. g*n is also here, but the money's gone. He left a little bit.

Not that the dumb-ass is gonna be able to spend it anytime soon.

Tags are registered to a Kevin Shaffer.

1642 Dowling.

He's in the system. Multiple B&Es.

C.S. from the dye pack fills the car.

Maybe that's why he ditched it.

Okay, let's hope he didn't make it too far.

You guys take a look for him.

Maybe you'll get another cr*ck at him after all.

I hope so.

(Oliver) All right, McNally, I'm gonna go this way.

All right.

(Dog barking in distance, radio chatter)

(Man coughing)

Hey. (Unholsters g*n)

Put your hands up. Get up slowly. Walk out.

Okay. Okay.

Don't sh**t.

(Static crackles) It's Andy. I got him in the alley.

Slowly turn around. Keep your hands up.

(Crash)

(Thud)

(Laughs)

McNally!

He got 6 blocks.

Not exactly a record, but not bad.

He seemed bigger at the bank.

They always seem bigger when they have a g*n in their hand.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

His name's Kevin Shaffer.

Did time in Maplehurst for a string of B&Es.

Got out a year and a half ago, but he's been clean since.

Bunch of B&Es, gets out, clean for a year and a half, and now it's armed robbery and attempted m*rder?

(Door buzzes and beeps)

(Buzzer in distance)

I don't have anything to say.

Yeah? Have you taken a good look at your mug lately?

I mean, have you eyeballed it?

Kevin, what if we just had a conversation?

No. No, I've had your what if" conversations before.

Your what if" conversation got me two years in Maplehurst.

And here we thought it was the 11 break and enters.

Okay, you wanna play what if"?

What if I was just sitting in my own car... (Pounds table) minding my own business?

And what if I hear some g*nshots, and then some guy bursts out of an alley wearing a mask?

That sounds pretty scary.

Yeah, and what if that same guy jumps in my car, puts a g*n in my face, and then tells me to drive?

Well, I guess then you'd be the victim.

Exactly.

Except the victim's actually a guy named Darren Kudlow who's in surgery right now having b*ll*ts removed from his chest.

And if he doesn't make it, you're looking at a m*rder charge.

What if I want a lawyer?

(Door buzzes and beeps)

I'll get ballistics on it as soon as we get the slugs back.

(Sam) And please let me know when his lawyer gets here.

It wasn't him.

I beg your pardon.

I don't think he's the one who pulled the trigger.

The guy with the mask was different.

What do you mean, was different?

I don't know.

Maybe it was his voice.

You know, it's just, the other guy seemed extremely confident.

That's because he had the upper hand.

Now we've got it.

Okay, McNally, he had the money and the g*n.

He's covered with the exploded dye pack.

Until we have more than this Mountain of evidence, he's our guy.

Okay.

(Woman over P.A.) ... Please pick up line one.

Cynthia, Darren's still in surgery.

And it could be a while, but they are doing everything that they can.

What does that mean? He's gonna die?

No, it... it means he's in amazing hands.

Cynthia, is there anyone we can call?

Someone you want down here with you?

(Voice breaking) No, our families are out of town.

Um... oh, God. I have to call his parents.

I need my phone. My phone is at my house.

It's okay.

You know what? I'll head back.

I'll pick it up for you, bring it back for you.

Okay. Actually, you know what? I'm... I'll go.

(Keys jangle) 'Cause when my partner leaves, you never really quite know when he's coming back.

The only prints ident found in the car match the...

Shaffer.

Yes, Shaffer.

I know, but his partner wore gloves.

Oh. Partner is your theory?

Okay. I was in the bank.

Yeah.

I'm telling you, it wasn't him.

So Shaffer gets in the car. Right?

And he was alone, or maybe someone was with him.

I... I don't know.

Okay.

Either way, the dye pack goes off.

Yeah.

Right? He ditches the car.

And he runs down here.

Okay.

So we are looking for what?

I don't know yet.

That.

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Lid creaks and clanks)

Well, it's your theory.

Okay.

(Speaking Italian)

Okay, okay, okay. Okay.

I think what you're saying is you... were... robbed.

(Italian accent) Rob? Rob?

Is that... is that what happened?

(Resumes speaking Italian)

Okay. All right.

Uh, nobody in the division right now that's working speaks Italian.

Italian. Italian.

Yeah, 27 division has Lupiccini, but he's tied up for the next couple hours.

That's okay. We can... we can handle this.

Do you want a coffee?

Caffe. Si, si, grazie.

Okay. One second.

Caffe. Grazie.

Cream? Sugar? No?

(Tone chimes over P.A.) (Woman) Officer Andrews, phone call for you on line 3.

Uh... bet you don't get tourists like this in Timmins.

(Scoffs) Whatever.

I thought you took a vow of celibacy anyway.

Well, what good is a vow if it's not tested every once in a while?

(Inhales deeply)

You're just a police officer helping a woman in need.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

(Sighs)

There you go.

Grazie.

You're welcome. Okay, Francesca, do you remember the name of your hotel?

Okay. (Speaking Italian)

Yeah, I don't think I know that one.

(Exhales)

McNally, I'm really glad that you're back.

It was not the same without you.

I'm serious. I haven't been in this neighborhood in months.

Digging through garbage, standing in someone else's pee.

(Clatter)

What?

The tech desk.

(Beep)

Hey, it's Shaw. I'm gonna need you to run a trace on some calls made from a mobile phone.

I knew it.

Hey, where's Sam?

He's up there. What's going on?

Yeah. Thanks.

(Indistinct conversations)

Sam, Oliver and I went back to the alley where we got Shaffer.

Look what we found.

You two went dumpster diving?

Uh, McNally did the diving. I just gave her a boost.

It's a disposable. Two incoming calls... one from another disposable and another one from a rooming house on Logan.

Yeah, I know the place.

One of the tenants is Timothy McRae.

He just got out of Maplehurst.

Spent six years there for aggravated as*ault and robbery.

Huh.

Guess who was his cell mate.

(Door buzzes and beeps)

My lawyer here?

(Door closes) That's the thing about public defenders.

They're busy people.

It could be a while.

I figured I'd give you one more chance to help yourself.

Yeah. We found your phone.

Looks like you've been in touch with your old, uh, cell buddy, Tim McRae.

So?

So?

I have a new theory.

I'd like to know what you think, okay?

What if you didn't actually pull the trigger today?

What if it was just supposed to be a simple bank job?

McRae grabs the cash. You drive the car, except things don't go quite according to plan when your partner here sh**t somebody.

What if that's what happened?

All you gotta do is give me McRae.

I'm not saying anything.

We don't have enough for a warrant.

Yeah, uh, get Nash.

See if you can find any more on McRae and see if it was connected to anyone else on the inside.

I'm gonna track down his parole officer, find out what I can.

You know what, Sammy? Let me do that.

Why don't you two pay a visit to McRae?

See if he has anything to say about his, uh, his old cell mate.

You up for a ride?

Hell, yeah.

I'll drive.

My client isn't gonna answer any more of your questions, so from now on, you can talk to me.

Well, he doesn't have to.

I just wanted to share some observations... observations that might help you help your client out of this hole he's been digging for himself.

Kevin here did two years for break and enter.

Nothing violent.

Out in a year and a half.

Works at a shipping yard. Model employee.

His cell mate...

Timothy McRae, six years, aggravated as*ault, battery, stabbed a fellow inmate.

What does this have to do with anything?

Well, it turns out the guy that McRae stabbed had just been disciplined for breaking your client's arm, which got me thinking maybe Kevin wasn't outside the bank today because he wanted to be.

Maybe he had a debt to repay.

Something like that might make a difference.

(Mouths words)

McRae called.

Said he needed a favor.

Why didn't you say no?

You crazy?

I spent two years in a 10x12 box with that guy.

Made me sick to my stomach when he called.

I figured if I do the favor, then... we'd be square.

And it was his idea for the robbery?

Why that bank?

(Sighs) Didn't ask.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

(Monitor beeping steadily)

(Cynthia) He's gonna die, isn't he?

He's getting the best possible care.

So how'd you two meet?

(Ventilator whooshing)

Darren and I dated years ago back in college.

And then we broke up.

It was my fault. I wouldn't commit, so I... I strung him along until he dumped me.

What were you holding out for?

Fireworks, I guess.

And I found them... but with someone else.

I was young, and... and I just wanted something more exciting, but he was controlling and he acted like he owned me.

Then I found Darren again.

I wish I'd known what I had when it was right in front of me.

We would've had a lot more time together.

All right, what about this one?

Journey's end?

(Speaking Italian)

Francesca.

Si?

I know you're having a rough time, but just give it a couple of days.

I promise you're gonna love it here.

We have so much to offer, you know?

The... the harbour front, St. Lawrence Market, the tallest freestanding structure in the world...

Not anymore.

True, but it's very nice, and it's very tall, and you can see the whole city from up there.

Dov, enough, okay?

No, I'm just trying to point out what our city has to offer as opposed to a smaller town like, say, Timmins.

You think this is easy for me?

I don't know. You're the one doing it.

I'm leaving a job I love, my friends, to go back to a place I couldn't wait to get out of with a woman I only had things in common with when I was 17.

It's not about what's easy. It's about what's right.

And it's none of your damn business.

Come on, ma'am.

We're gonna go for a drive and find your hostel.

Okay?

Drive. Find your hotel. Come on.

Drive?

Timothy McRae?

This is the police. We've got a few questions.

You smell smoke?

Uh, yeah, I think I do.

(Unholsters g*n) Hmm.

(Door creaks)

(Sighs) Clear. Clear.

How long has this guy been out?

Less than a month.

Huh. Looks like coming home hasn't exactly been easy.

(Chuckles)

Hey, McNally.

What?

Looks like McRae was at the bank after all.

Okay. So then why is Shaffer taking the blame?

At this point, Shaffer's a lot more afraid of McRae than he is of going back to prison.

What are we looking for? Friends? Associates?

Anything that might give us an idea where the hell he is.

(Rustles papers) Sam.

Yeah?

Darren Kudlow... you know, the bank manager that got sh*t?

Yeah.

(Rustles papers)

I think McRae knew exactly who he was.

So?

Well, he had the money. He didn't have to sh**t him.

So? Maybe it wasn't just a robbery.

Interesting plan.

Get some cash. Manager happens to get sh*t in the process.

We're off investigating a bank job instead of someone who's got a beef against Kudlow.

All right, so what's the connection?

Witness? Or maybe, you know, someone who tried to put him away?

McRae's not gonna be the first ex-con to hold a grudge.

Nash, get E.T.F. over to Memorial.

Looks like the bank manager could have been targeted.

Yeah, I think I might know why.

Just going over McRae's file. Before he went in, he lived with a Cynthia Thorpe, and Cynthia Thorpe is now Cynthia Kudlow.

Bank manager's wife is McRae's ex.

Do we know what this guy drives?

I'll get the tags, get a B.O.L.O. out.

Great. Do it.

(Coins clatter, cell phone rings)

(Ring, beep) Collins.

Collins, it's Swarek. You still at mMemorial?

Yeah. Her husband just got out of surgery.

E.T.F.'s coming your way.

We think Kudlow might be the subject of a specific thr*at.

I need you to stay with the Kudlows until they get there.

(Beep)

(Women screaming)

(Shouting indistinctly)

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't move! Don't move!

(Screams) (Shouting indistinctly)

Look at me.

Do not point the r*fle at me!

E.T.F. is en route! E.T.F. is on route!

(Shouting indistinctly) Be smart. Be smart.

Be smart.

(Shouting indistinctly) Quiet down!

(Cynthia screaming)

(Alarm sounding)

Stairs! Where's the stairs?

Woman: Down there! Down the hall!

This is Collins. I lost 'em.

Witnesses say they got off on the second floor.

Heads up. He's armed with an as*ault r*fle.

(Static crackles) Okay, stay there until E.T.F. arrive and make sure the husband's safe.

(Male dispatcher) All units, we're in pursuit of a white van, tag's Alpha, Yankee, Victor, Juliette, Niner, One, Niner.

Subject is armed and holding one...

(Speaks indistinctly) ... heading west on Crenshaw.

West on Crenshaw. He's coming right at us.

(Switch clicks, siren wailing)

There.

(Wailing continues)

(Tires screech)

(Static crackles)

15-19. We got eyes on the suspect's vehicle, Albion Bridge.

(Speaking Italian)

Francesca, calm down.

(Clank)

(Tires peal)

He's heading east back across the bridge.

All right, hold your position. This is 15-20. We'll box him in. (Siren wailing)

(Tires screech)

(Gears shift, seat belts unfasten)

So what now?

(Siren wailing)

Are you okay?

(b*ll*ts ricochet) (Shouting in Italian)

Okay, don't be scared, Francesca. Just stay down.

(Francesca continues shouting in Italian)

15-20. Officers under fire.

Albion Bridge.

(Static crackles) (Amplified voice) McRae, don't be an idiot!

You got nowhere to go! Get out of the van, put the r*fle down, and get on the ground!

(Whispers) Okay.

Okay. Go ahead. Be an idiot.

(Static crackles)

Diaz, do you see anybody else in the van?

(Static crackles) I can't see her. You guys okay?

We're good.

Tell him we're gonna have to wait it out.

Okay, looks like we're gonna have to wait it out, so just hold your position until E.T.F. get here.

(Engine hissing)

All right, let's make sure he isn't going anywhere, okay?

(Shell casings clatter) Got a mag?

(Clicks)

(Screams)

(Whispers) Crap.

(Cynthia screams) (McRae) Stay down!

Somebody, help!

(Exhales)

All right. Maybe he's out of a*mo.

(Cynthia screaming) Shut up!

All right. (Coughing)

Maybe he's not.

Should've known this would happen.

My first shift back, I'm already getting sh*t at.

You missed me, didn't you?

(Static crackles) (Amplified voice) McRae!

Let's end this before anybody gets hurt, all right?

(Static crackles)

Good job.

Think you can do better?

Yeah, I kinda do.

Please do. Here. It's all yours.

All right.

(Static crackles)

(Amplified voice) Yo, McRae!

Look... it must be really hard to come back, you know?

After being away for so long and everything's different.

(Static crackles)

(Normal voice) I don't know.

Hey, cops!

I think he likes you.

Huh.

You want her?! Fine.

Go! Go! Get out!

Get out!

Don't sh**t!

You don't wanna be with me anymore?

No!

(Sobbing) Then just go.

Run, Cynthia! Come to the car!

(Continues sobbing)

(Andy) All right, just come here!

(Sobbing)

(Speaks indistinctly)

Tim, come on! You let her go! Just put the r*fle down!

(Sirens wailing in distance)

(g*n cocks) Police! Don't move!

Put the g*n down now! Put the g*n down!

Put your hands in the air now!

Put it down now!

Now! Hands up! Hands up in the air!

Get out of the van!

Get out now. Knees on the ground.

Get down on the ground.

Get down on the ground now!

(Sirens continue wailing, helicopter whirring)

(Siren wailing)

McRae give you any more trouble?

Uh... E.T.F. helped us with the escort.

How'd it go with Francesca?

Good. You know, we found her hostel.

She was pretty stoked on the takedown.

Although she was a little disappointed to find out it wasn't the guy who stole her passport and wallet.

Oh. She was super hot, man.

You sure about that whole vow of celibacy?

Yeah. I'm sure.

Also, I met her boyfriend.

His name's Rocco, and he's an olympic wrestler.

(Exhales) Sorry, dude.

Takedown was pretty cool, huh?

You get it now?

Get what?

Why Denise and I don't wanna raise our son in a city where people are robbed at gunpoint?

I mean, where a guy sh**t the hell out of the police?

You can't make that decision based on one bad day.

I'm not new, Dov.

Okay? (Shoes clatter)

Been around long enough to know that they're all bad days, at least for somebody.

I mean, I look at Christian, and I look at the stuff that people do to each other, and I just feel like I gotta get him outta here.

Well... Timmins P.D. is lucky.

They're getting a hell of a cop.

Thanks.

Buy you a beer?

No. Uh, I can't. I, um...

(Sniffs) I gotta head home.

(Ventilator whooshing, monitor beeping steadily)

Don't ever get sh*t.

Okay. That's good advice.

No, I'm serious.

You've already left me twice, and if you ever get sh*t and die, I'll never forgive you.

Hey, is there anything I can do that doesn't make you mad?

She was with a guy named Darren. Darren.

Like, it just sounds wrong. Like, "hi. I'm Darren.

I'm an idiot, and I work at a bank."

You see the guy? There's no way she was in love with a guy like that. No way.

(Laughs) You should've seen the look on his stupid face.

(Switch clicks)

(Buzzer in distance)

Hey. Traci still in with him?

Oh, yeah. They'll be in there for a while.

Oh. You going to the Penny?

Yep.

'Cause I could use a lift.

Okay. Am I gonna get sh*t at?

We'll see.

(Shifts gears, turns off engine)

Oh, hey.

You might wanna visit the range.

Really?

Yeah.

Today on the bridge, you were tea cupping.

It was a little off.

Off? I wasn't off.

It's understandable. You've been away for a while.

No, I wasn't off.

It's gonna happen.

I hit the guy's tire.

You didn't hit his tire.

It wasn't you that hit his tire. It was me.

No, no, no.

No, I'm not gonna say it was me, but, yeah, it was me.

(Laughs)

What?

(Siren wailing in distance)

What happened with us?

What happened with us?

You walked away from us again. That's what happened.

No, that's... that's not.

Yeah, no, that's what happened.

No, you broke up with me.

And I told you I was sorry, that I made a mistake, that I would do anything to make it up to you, to make us work. You did not feel the same way.

I did feel the same way.

I mean, Sam, you broke my heart.

Well, you got me back.

Why her?

She's... we get along.

And she's smart and fun.

Mm.

It's not, uh, complicated.

She's not you.

Okay.

(Door closes)

(Indistinct conversations, laughter)

♪

Hey. How you doing?

Congratulations. Oh, it's so nice to see you.

(Laughing)

(Door closes)

Ugh! All this celebration and happiness.

Can you please tell me this is a double?

Move in with me.

What, are you drunk already, Collins?

No.

I'm serious.

I wanna be with you as long as you'll have me, even if you stay mad.

♪

So I guess we're moving in together?

Nah. I already told Dov I'd move into Chris' room when he moves out.

So why are you so happy?

(Laughs) You're such an idiot.

Because you asked me.

(Door buzzes in distance, telephone rings)

Hey. You going to the Penny?

(Sighs) Nah. You?

Can't.

You're always working late.

I mean, you should skip a night.

Work's kinda the easiest thing for me right now.

Helps keep my mind off everything else.

I'll see you tomorrow.

(Telephone rings)

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey.

♪

Man: ♪ just let me know ♪ can we do this?

♪ Or should we just keep...

Yeah.

(Speaks indistinctly)

♪

(Stool scrapes floor)

Hey. You're in, uh, 15 division, right?

I just... I heard some of your guys took down that crazy sh**t today.

Uh, yeah. Actually, it was me and my partner, but, uh, he's not here right now.

Yeah, actually, I know. I asked around.

That's why I'm here, you know, pretending like I don't know.

Okay.

I'm Chloe.

Hi, Chloe.

Dov. Nice to meet you.

"Dove"? Oh, I get it. Code names. Fun.

Um, I'll be...

"Jellyfish."

(Laughs)

(Chuckles) So, um...

(Stool scrapes floor) How'd you get 'em, "Dove"?

Uh, you know, it was pretty standard, really.

Right time, right place.

We were escorting this Italian woman who was lost...

Mm-hmm.

Or at least we think she was lost... you know what makes any story better?

(Lowered voice) Tequila.

(Normal voice) Tequila, please. (Slams counter)

Thank you.

Hey. (Applause)

(Cheering)

(Laughs)

I'm celebrating my engagement. I mean, how crazy is that?

(Cheering)

Whoa! Oh-ho-ho, crazy!

For the last ten years, I was a hard-core cop.

I mean, everybody in here knows that.

Relationships... they were distractions.

I mean, I had lots of lonely nights, eating in front of the TV, falling asleep with my socks on, but thank God for my biological clock.

(Laughter)

Because if there is anything that I love more than my job... it's my baby girl.

Man: Aw.

And my man.

And now when I, uh, fall asleep on the couch with my socks on, I have someone to take them off, and he's my best friend.

And soon... he's gonna be my husband.

(Cheers and whistles)

(Laughs)

(Applause continues)

(Donovan Woods' "Don't deny it" playing)

Take it down.

No, no, no.

No, you have to.

I can't.

One more, okay?

Down. Cheers.

(Clink)

Hey. Coming to bed?

Sure. I'll be right there.

♪ Boys and girls, women and men ♪

(Sighs)

♪ When you swore ♪
♪ not to love again Get a room.

♪ But you know you will ♪
♪ she says, "don't deny it"

(door rattles)

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

(door knob rattling) ♪ don't deny it ♪ oh ♪
♪ don't deny it ♪
♪ yeah, yeah Ooh.

♪ Don't deny it ♪
♪ no That was a good night, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah? You had a good night?

Yeah. It was all right.

I told you about Zoe, right?

Yeah, everything's great. You guys are back together.

I lied. It's not great. It's... really hard.

But I'm back 'cause I had to give it another chance.

Thanks, Oliver. I get it.

You do?

Yes.

Yeah. You get it?

Yes.

You know, but maybe I missed my chance.

No. You didn't... you didn't... it's not about that.

You and Sam were great, and you always will be.

♪ Don't deny it (Horn honks)

Hey, look.

You're Andy McNally.

You don't give up.

Right.

♪ Don't deny it Thank you.

Have a good night.

♪ Don't deny it ♪

You, too.

♪ Oh ♪