05x07 - Deal With The Devil

[bunniefuu]

Angus, we're celebrating, my friend.

Could I have another round, please? Andy!

Angus, three. Buy one for the lady.

Sam: Hey-hey!

Sammy, I am a man of the people, and the idea of sliding these chiseled abs back into a blue shirt makes me so happy, I could weep.

What are we celebrating?

Oliver's last week in a white shirt.

Come on.

Yes.

I liked that you were the boss.

I'll always be the boss.

Just now in a Springsteen kind of way.

Thank you.

Angus: And...

A little something extra on the house, right?

Oh!

As always, a rock star, Angus.

Thank you, man.

Angus: You got it.

Always, always.

And it's not just the hair, pal.

I love the hair.

Mock all you want. Tip large.

Ahh.

Oliver.

Hey.

Your reign was short but so, so sweet.

The king is dead!

Together: Long live the king.

Hey, guys. Hi.

Good morning. How are you?

♪ Everybody know ♪

Nick Collins. How are you, man?

Did you catch that game last night?

Which game, sir?

Nice, buddy. Up top.

All right.

Parade in 10. Do not be late.

Hey.

Are you out of your mind?

Uh...

In what way, Inspector?

I make you an offer like that and you turn me down?

Ah, John, I belong on the street.

Look around, Oliver. It's working. Things are running smoothly.

Your officers love you, they'd do anything for you, and that makes my job easier.

I... I understand that, Inspector, but, you know, the white shirt's just not in my DNA.

It's not, and I'm okay with that.

I am okay with that.

Traci: Today is day two of Operation Cannoli.

Oliver: Do you mean cannelloni?

No, I mean Cannoli.

It's a pastry tube filled with cream.

What is a cannelloni?

Pasta tube filled with cheese.

Ah, copy that. [Light laughter]

We are investigating a fire-bombing in Little Italy.

A witness I.D.'d this man, Vincenzo Pizzuti...

A.K.A. Vinny the Quitter ... fleeing the crime scene.

The problem is...

Hey, hang on.

Why is he called Vinny the Quitter?

Well, he used to be called Vinny the Smoker.

[Officers murmuring]

Problem is, we can't find him.

So, a few of you are gonna help our D's expand their search.

Collins, I want you to take Price down to the Tre Voci Sports Club and have a look around.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

Does that mean that I'm finally off desk duty?

Happy Birthday.

Peck, you too.

Sorry. My birthday's in November.

I mean you're going, as well.

Assignments are on the board.

McNally, you're with me.

Where's Diaz?

Somebody should tell him to get off his ass and into work while I'm still in a good mood.

[Cellphone chimes]

Hey. Hey, hey.

I got the letter from Professional Standards.

Um, Duncan's dismissal hearing is in two weeks.

Okay, we'll be prepared.

No, I really think we should go over our paperwork.

No, we're gonna be ready because I am amazing, and you are Andy McNally, A-type goddess, organizer of piles and... de-clutterer of, uh...

I dunno, clutter.

What's happening?

Well, I can't pass this off to my successor like this, whomever it may be.

And you... take this as a compliment... are the most a**l copper that I got.

[Laughs]

Sorry. Are you asking me to clean your office?

I could... I could order you to do it, but that seems a little shameless.

[Ringing]

Here we go.

3-0-3-1.

Gail: Hey. While you're in there, can you bring me back a Cannoli?

Thanks for calling, Gail. That's very helpful.

[Police radio chatter]

[Indistinct talking on television]

Officers, what can I do for you?

Nick: Oh, we were just in the neighborhood.

Thought we'd drop in, say hi.

You know what? Actually, have you, uh... have you seen that friend of yours, Vincenzo Pizzuti?

Why? Is he in trouble for something?

Well, we want to talk to him about a fire-bombing that happened in Little Italy on Sunday.

What kind of an animal would do something like that on the Lord's day?

Hey.

On the house. Prego.

Thank you, but, no, we can't accept.

Kid, it ain't the banana in the tailpipe.

It's just coffee.

You know, I bet you like coffee.

Mm. I've had enough, thank you.

You know, I got a son.

Oh, yeah?

He's a real catch.

I bet he is.

Handsome, like his father.

[Both laugh]

You Italian?

No. Portuguese.

Forget about it.

Nick: Hey, uh, Mr. Grassi, you mind if we take a look down in your basement?

Please, call me Mario.

And, yes, I do mind.

Unless you got a search warrant.

I'll tell you what. Leave me your card.

If Vinny shows up here, I'll call you.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, thanks for the hospitality.

Oh, my God.

You know that "Q" comes before "S," right?

[Laughs] Yeah. It's just, I think it's an end of the alphabet" kind of letter.

"Q" should be after "S."

Professional Standards just phoned.

They've moved up the hearing. It's in two hours.

What?

What?

Professional Standards, Duncan, his lawyer, your union rep... they're all gonna be here soon.

I suggest you get your notes in order because the kid's career is on the line.

All right, just remember, Duncan, he's the only one on trial here.

And you just got to tell the truth.

Okay.

Oliver, I got to tell you something.

I mean, I was gonna speak to the union rep when I met him and then figure out how to tell you.

I just didn't know that my hearing was gonna be this afternoon.

Ugh. Spit it out, McNally.

I fudged some of Duncan's performance reviews.

To make him seem worse?

No. To make him seem better.

McNally, that's bad.

I know.

Oliver: What'd you guys get?

Well, we asked around, but they weren't having it.

Went inside to have a look, but without a warrant, there's not much we can do.

The owner shut us down.

Yeah, our hands are pretty much tied unless we can get a search warrant.

You know what? I can't hand-hold you guys through this today.

No, I got too much on my plate.

Show a little initiative and figure it out.

Initiative. All right.

Sounds good.

Okay, I'm just spit-balling here, but how about we just, like, pull the fire alarm and see if Vinny runs out? What's happening?

Hey, hey!

Whoa! Hold on a second.

We're gonna take these.

Want to grab those two?

What's the plan, Nick?

Traci: What is all that?

Oliver told us to show a little initiative, so we took Mario's garbage.

It stinks.

Public property, so we didn't need a warrant.

Yeah, I'm gonna go write that report.

That's good.

Dig around. See what you can find.

Okay, but, um, Swarek, Swarek...

It's my birthday.

I don't really want to smell like garbage all day because Dov is, well... I think Dov is...

Happy Birthday, Price.

... planning something, so...

This is a traffic stop, and you said that his performance was satisfactory with room for improvement."

Is that true?

It's this one.

Wait. Which one?

No, you shouldn't even touch this.

Okay.

It's... it's right here.

Yeah, traffic stop with a broken taillight.

Uh, yeah. There was a soccer mom with two kids in the back seat.

When she went to go reach for the registration in the glove box, Duncan actually pulled his w*apon.

I mean, the kids thought it was hilarious, but obviously she didn't.

That... that is satisfactory with room for improvement"?

Okay. All right.

Well, next one. Uh, this is a robbery call.

It's February 5th, and you're backing up Diaz and Collins.

Yep.

Yep.

Yep. Um...

After we cleared the house, uh... Duncan used the bathroom.

Okay. Let me guess...

"satisfactory with room for improvement."

I mean, look, I don't even know why he's going ahead with this hearing.

Okay, when I ran into him last week, it seemed like he'd given up.

Oh. What? What... what did you say?

What?

I ran into him at the Penny last week.

So you talked to him after he was suspended from active duty?

It just happened.

It just...

It did.

He was paying his tab, and I...

I didn't plan on running into him.

I told you not to talk to him.

I was just trying to be civil.

What?

Uh, sir, it's your wife... your ex-wife.

Zoe's here.

Do not move. Do not touch anything.

I'll be right back.

[Buzzer]

Zoe, what's going on?

It's your daughter.

She got suspended from school for two weeks.

What happened?

It's totally bogus.

Apparently, her and her friends crashed an assembly with the superintendent in nothing but their underwear and these.

It was a performance-art protest because they are cutting the drama program and giving all the money to the stupid football team, which I told you about, and you said to do something.

You put her up to this?

No, no, no, no. You know what I meant?

I meant you write a letter, go grassroots.

Uh, Dad, you said, "take initiative," so that's exactly what I did.

You created the problem. You can deal with it.

Today is really not a good day.

Too bad. I'm back at work now.

I'm not the boss like you.

I got to get back there before I get fired.

Zoe...

Unless you want to renegotiate support payments.

Look. It's great.

Yep.

Come.

Sir, I could take her if you want.

She'd eat you for breakfast, Epstein. Open this.

[Buzzer]

Peck.

Y... yes, sir?

You're gonna put Izzy to work for a little while, okay?

Why? Can't we just hang out in your office or something?

We're not doing that.

Well, then can I just go home?

Uh, you know, I'm not gonna reward you for getting kicked out of school. Sit down.

Hey, how come Chris can't do it?

He's great with kids, especially when they're not really his.

Epstein!

Is Diaz here yet?

I'm sure he's on his way.

Whatever is going on with that guy, he better figure it out!

I am done being Mr. Nice Guy!

Peck.

Hmm?

I am entrusting you with my firstborn.

Please, don't let me down.

John: How's your prep coming?

Uh, it's going fine.

Who's that?

That is my daughter.

What's she doing here?

Uh, she is here because she got thrown out of school.

It was... it's an art project.

She's at that age.

Yeah, my niece was the same.

I told her mother send her to Vandeen Academy.

Have you heard of it?

Uh...

It's a great alternative school.

They channel all that creativity."

It's a bit pricey but manageable at a staff sergeant's salary.

Bu...

I just threw up in my mouth.

I actually just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

Big birthday plans tonight?

Uh, well, Dov has kept it all on the D.L., which means it'll probably be epic.

But, honestly, I'd be happy with my old birthday tradition.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Well, don't laugh.

It's kind of dorky.

I won't laugh. I swear.

I like to eat popcorn and watch "The Breakfast Club."

Oh, that's very sweet.

It is dorky, but it's sweet.

Oh, my God!

What? What is it?

I think it's a penis.

Huh.

It's a thumb.

I thought it was a penis.

It's a thumb.

Traci: Can you get a print off it?

I think there's too much tissue damage.

It should be enough to get us a warrant, at least.

They got Al Capone for tax evasion.

Yep. All right. [Clears throat]

I want you to get over there right now, tear that place apart, and bring me whoever's inside.

Chloe: Vinny, nice to see you.

I didn't do anything.

Oh, yeah?

Then why were you hiding in the wine cellar?

Because I like wine.

Okay. You know what? You're gonna come with us.

How many guys we got?

We got seven.

How many thumbs?

14.

Watch your head.

[Siren chirps]

[Buzzer]

Vinny the Quitter.

Congratulations on kicking the habit.

Did you, uh... you do it with gum or the patch or just go cold turkey?

I thought you brought me here to talk about a thumb.

You like Italian food, Vinny?

[Scoffs] What is this, a joke?

Somebody fire-bombed a restaurant on College Street Sunday night.

They threw a molotov cocktail right through the window.

I figure anybody who'd do that must really hate the food.

Wouldn't know anything about that.

I was, uh... I was at the cemetery that day, visiting my mother.

Really?

Yeah.

All day?

I don't like to talk about it.

I'm still grieving.

[Sighs]

You guys are usually pretty meticulous. I don't get it.

We both know I didn't do anything.

That's funny, because we have a witness who says different.

Ask her again.

I didn't say it was a female.

[Chuckles]

Gonna be safe... yeah... yes, you're gonna be safe 'cause we're gonna protect you.

You know, you're... you're already involved.

Fine, fine, fine, fine. Forget it.

Yeah, forget it.

They got to your witness.

My only witness.

Without her, I don't have a case, so...

It's over.

We've still got a thumb.

Did you at any point suggest that Duncan should drop his wrongful-dismissal claim?

Maybe I made a joke.

Maybe? Okay.

That's your defense? You're gonna go with maybe"? Okay.

Maybe you were trying to coerce him down at the Penny.

Maybe you... you could get him to drop it.

Maybe you were so far in over your head that you made him seem better so you could cover your own inadequacies as a training officer.

Whoa. Inadequacies?

Maybe. Maybe... that's what they're gonna go with.

No. Hold on a second.

He was making rookie mistakes.

Mm-hmm.

That's what I thought.

Okay.

That almost got you k*lled.

Fine, fine. But that's when I said something.

Didn't I? Here's the thing.

If I wrote down every stupid, bumbling mistake that he made, he would've looked like a complete screw-up.

He's a total screw-up.

Well, you know what?

I didn't want him to be labeled as a failure without even having a chance to prove himself.

Good.

Professional Standards, if they press you, you say that... exactly that.

You keep it brief.

You know, listen, Andy, I totally get it.

Okay? You were trying to help him out.

You were trying to give him a sh*t.

Yeah.

What you weren't doing was your job.

[Knock on door]

Um, I missed lunch, so I was wondering if you could make me one of your PB&Js with the chips inside.

Okay, Izzy, I'm just a little bit busy right now.

Well...

I know. Peck! Peck!

Sir, I... I told her to stay at my desk.

Oh, Uncle Sammy, hey.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Oh, I'm considering a job in law enforcement.

Gail, take this to the morgue.

Absolutely not.

See if Holly can get a print off it.

Is that a thumb?

It's a thumb.

Great idea. Hit a drive-through on the way.

Take Izzy with you. Take it. Go.

Izzy, go with her.

What?

Fine.

Yeah. Off you go.

You stay close behind me, or I'm gonna put you in the back of my squad car.

What is that smell?

I'm smelling a smell.

Uh, Collins and Price... why... why... why does my parade room look like a dump?

Uh, it's the wall colors, sir.

They wash everything out.

Professional Standards is gonna be here really soon.

This place has got to be spotless.

[Spraying] I want it spotless.

Hey, Chris, it's me again.

Just starting to get a little worried.

Can you give me a call back and let me know where you are when you get this?

Thank you.

Well?

"Well" what?

Where's Diaz? Why haven't we heard from him?

I just talked to him.

Turns out he's got a head cold, and it's really bad.

Okay. Is there a reason he didn't phone it in?

Yeah, he took some meds last night.

They made him really drowsy, so, you know, he... he slept through the morning.

Diaz called in sick.

Food poisoning. Puking all morning.

Those aren't cold meds.

[Siren wails in distance]

Rodney: The tissue's atrophied quite substantially.

I'm gonna have to get Dr. Stewart.

[Chuckles] You can't just do it yourself?

Oh, I'm not certified.

You can't just try, Rodney?

Come on. See what happens.

I'm getting Dr. Stewart.

Slacker.

Whoa.

Hey!

He's really dead. What?

This is a human being. Show some respect.

Correction... he was a human being.

Holly: Actually, the term human" refers to our species in general, so, dead or alive, he's still human.

[Slurps]

Who are you?

Uh, Izzy Shaw, teenage delinquent.

No food or drink in the lab.

It's, um, so good to see you.

So, you've got a thumb.

Yep.

That is a thumb.

I'll rehydrate the tissue.

Any luck, there's enough left to give us that print.

You two used to bone?

Please don't use that expression.

What, did it offend you?

No. It's just inaccurate.

Mr., uh, Grassi, do you know why you're here?

Nope. I don't.

Well, for one, we found Vinny Pizzuti hiding in the basement of your café.

Ah.

I never go down there. Too damp.

Yeah.

But I'm really glad that you caught your guy.

Yeah, actually, we hit a snag, which I'm sure you've heard.

Our witness recanted.

Ooh. That's terrible.

Yeah. Seems, upon further reflection, she did not see Vinny fire-b*mb a restaurant.

You know, years ago, I used to sing that song...

"How do you solve a problem like Maria?"... for my kids.

And one day, I heard the song, and I found out that I had all the lyrics wrong. [Chuckles]

Well, memory is fleeting.

That's right.

Yeah.

We also found a thumb in your trash.

Oof! [Laughs] That's gonna be bad for business.

I mean, who's gonna want to buy cannoli from a guy who throws out thumbs?

Am I right?

You don't seem too bothered by that.

No, no, no, I am very bothered by it.

And I would really love to help you get to the bottom of this, but I don't know anything about that, either.

I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

Hey, you are gonna get through this, and I am getting out of this shirt.

Superintendent Brooks.

How are you?

Staff Sergeant Shaw. Good to see you.

You too.

By the way, thanks for expediting this hearing.

I have a family emergency. I have to fly out tomorrow.

We look forward to settling the matter.

We're all set up in the parade room. It's right over there.

Great. What do you say? 20 minutes?

Great.

[Buzzer]

Thank you, Brandon.

Ma'am.

Oliver: That's Sharon Kaplan.

She's the best lawyer on police services payroll.

Let's go.

Great. So Duncan gets some hot-sh*t lawyer, and mine hasn't shown up yet?

His stepfather is the police commissioner.

And I'm sure he'll be here any minute.

Sorry for the delay.

Hey.

Barry Bradley, union rep for Officer...

McNally.

McNally. Right.

Andy.

Barry Bradley.

Um, we spoke on the phone. Didn't we?

Yes. Last week.

Yes. Great.

It's all coming back to me now.

You must be Staff Sergeant Shaw.

Wow. That's a mouthful.

Helen: Okay, then, let's get started, shall we?

I'm here today to determine the validity of Staff Sergeant Shaw and Officer McNally's claim that Officer Duncan Moore is unfit to serve and has committed misconduct, specifically neglect of duty, item 2-C in our code.

I would like to make a decision by the end of today.

That's excellent.

We are more than eager for everyone to hear the truth.

Izzy: I thought this was gonna be way cooler.

That should do it.

I'll see if I can get that print.

Yeah, okay.

Can I just go wait in the car?

No.

I'm bored. I just want to go hang out with my Dad.

Well, your Dad dumped you on me, so obviously he feels a little different.

Hey, Sam.

I just got off the phone with Gail.

The lab got a print.

What?

The thumb belongs to Mario Grassi's son, also named Mario.

He goes by "Little Mario," for obvious reasons.

So Junior's thumb gets cut off and ends up in Dad's trash?

You think Mario cut off his own son's thumb?

Uh, no. I doubt he even knows about it.

So the question is, then, who did?

Where's Junior now?

York region's picking him up.

He should be here in 20. How's Andy doing?

Who knows?

Sharon: We're ready.

Go ahead, Ms. Kaplan.

Duncan was your first assignment as a training officer?

Yes, ma'am.

Do you think his performance suffered because you were new at the job?

No, she doesn't.

Helen: Mr. Bradley, we need to hear it from Officer McNally.

No, ma'am.

I don't think that was the case.

Why not?

Because I don't think that Duncan was willing to learn from me or anyone else.

So all of a sudden, you know everything about me?

That's not what I said.

I don't think Officer Moore ever really bought in to the rookie/T.O. dynamic.

And I don't think that he was prepared for the stresses of this job or was ever really willing to put himself in harm's way.

Okay. So now... now she's calling me a coward.

You're just gonna sit there and just let her...

It's her turn. She's just giving her version.

It's not my version. It's exactly what happened.

I called you for backup, and you turned off your radio.

I told you, the battery was dead.

And I checked it, and it wasn't! I checked.

You left me hanging, okay?

I had a 12-year-old witness in there with an armed g*ng member.

Helen: All right, all right, let's all just take a breath.

We'll agree that the facts are in dispute.

They are, as are many other facts" in this case.

Officer McNally, are you aware that there are some discrepancies in your reports?

We are aware, yes, that there were a few occasions early on when Officer McNally's performance reviews of Officer Moore's were too generous, yes.

And once again, I would like to hear it from Officer McNally.

Yes, ma'am.

I was concerned that Duncan would be labeled a failure before he really had a chance to prove himself.

I just wanted to make sure he had every opportunity to succeed.

Hey, I... I just wanted to say thank you for today.

It's my job.

Yeah, and if you're not busy later, I'd love to take you out maybe for a drink and...

I don't know... apologize.

You had a chance to apologize... the day after you walked out on me or the week after... or any one of the times I called and you didn't pick up.

I know. Just... just give me a chance, 'cause I really want to explain myself.

Gail...

I'm seeing someone.

I'm sorry.

[Chuckling] That's fine.

Uh...

Izzy!

We made a list of all the discrepancies, so you can see that in no way did Officer McNally mislead anyone.

Thank you, Staff Sergeant.

As you know, my client's already given his written statement about the matter of his dismissal.

Sharon: Brandon?

Yes, the same one we filed with your offices three weeks ago.

Read it.

Sharon: I think you'll find that there's been an interesting development since then.

Officer McNally sought out and spoke with my client.

I did not seek him out.

Officer Moore will outline exactly what happened.

Officer Moore?

Yeah. Um...

I, uh... I went to the Black Penny.

That's our local bar. I went there to settle my tab, and...

Andy saw me and... and started to talk to me about the case.

Did you think that was appropriate?

No. But she, uh... she wanted to bury the hatchet, so I decided to let her talk.

What'd she say?

She admitted that the whole thing was her fault.

I did not say that.

Why would she do that?

I don't know. I... I guess... I guess she just... she wanted to clear her conscience.

Barry: You don't know, and you guess.

How can we believe any of this?

With all due respect, Superintendent, I wouldn't have allowed my client to even mention it if we didn't have irrefutable proof.

Really? What proof?

[Sighs]

I recorded it on my phone.

What?!

G... given that the evidence was not formally submitted, I don't see how we can allow this.

Staff Sergeant, you said you were eager for everyone to know the truth.

Is that the case or isn't it?

I'm going to allow it.

What does he got on you?

I don't know.

Okay.

Traci: Want to tell me how that happened?

Yeah, I got it caught in a meat slicer.

At your father's café?

No, I was... I was at home, making a sandwich.

Tell me about Vincenzo Pizzuti.

He works for my father.

What does he do for him?

He's a punk.

He runs errands, kisses my Dad's ass, and that's about it.

Burns down buildings?

I don't know anything about that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You don't know anything about it.

What'd the kid have to say?

Lost his thumb in a meat slicer.

I haven't heard that one before.

Thing is, junior's not too keen on Vinny.

Well, that's something.

[Buzzer]

Have a seat, Junior.

What's... what's going on?

Mr. Grassi, I was very sorry to hear about your meat-slicer accident.

Thank you.

Is it just me, or is it really dry in here?

[Buzzer]

In case you get thirsty.

Wait, wait, wait. Where you guys going?

Crime doesn't sleep, Mr. Patootie.

We have other matters to attend to.

[Door closes]

Let me help you.

Look, kid...

If you're gonna... use a meat slicer, you gotta pay attention to what you're doing.

You can't be texting your girlfriend.

My father took care of that.

The point is, the girlfriend shouldn't have been there to begin with.

You lay a hand on me ever again, it's your funeral.

So Vinny cut off Junior's thumb for screwing up the fire-bombing.

You think Mario Sr. knows?

Let's find out.

[Buzzer]

[Coughs]

Gesu mio.

I'm okay, Pop. It's nothing.

I... it was your thumb they found?

Mr. Grassi, please have a seat.

[Door closes]

Sam: Mr. Grassi, I want to extend my heartfelt condolences regarding your son's accident.

It's a tragedy.

No child should lose an appendage to a kitchen appliance.

I'm sorry.

What does... what does any of this have to do with me?

Go ahead, Junior. Tell your Dad.

You did this to my son?

No, Mr. Grassi, I didn't...

Did he do this to you? Huh?

No!

Shut up!

I asked you... did he do it?

Sam: Junior, you're obviously a smart kid.

I have no doubt you're gonna adapt even with one mutilated hand.

Glass half full.

Detectives, I, uh...

I want to speak with you.

Privately.

You know that incident that, um, you asked me about before?

The fire-bombing in Little Italy?

Yeah, your witness said that she saw Vinny there and then she changed her mind.

Yeah. Something must've spooked her.

Well, whatever that thing was, uh...

I don't think it's gonna be a problem anymore.

Hmm.

Detective Nash, would you like to cuff Mr. Pizzuti and show him to a cell?

I'd love to.

[Buzzer]

Traci: Please stand, Mr. Pizzuti.

Duncan: Hey, Andy. How you doing?

Uh, crappy.

You?

[Chuckles]

Uh, I just feel like I let everyone down.

You know, like my stepdad, Staff, you.

Come on. I mean, these things are...

Maybe it was me.

No.

Yeah. I mean, I never trained an officer before.

I can't help but think that maybe if I'd communicated better or...

You'd have done different things, though, you know?

What if I was a different T.O.?

Would you do it differently?

Yeah, maybe. I don't know.

Look, my job was to get you ready and you weren't, so...

I guess I'm afraid that your mistakes are really my fault.

You are unbelievable.

If I ever doubted that you were a coward before...

No, no, hold on.

Barry: Andy!

You lied about me!

Andy!

You said it yourself.

What was I supposed to do?

I didn't lie about you! I lied to protect you!

Officers, that's enough!

You just tried to make yourself look good!

Stop!

Sharon: Either way, it's clear that Officer McNally submitted less-than-truthful performance reviews and has now admitted ... on camera, in fact... that she failed Officer Moore, not the other way around.

Helen: Certainly seems to contradict some of the testimony that she gave here today.

I may need to expand the scope of this investigation.

What does that mean?

Superintendent, can we take a short break?

That's a good idea.

Yes, I think we could all use a few minutes to consider the implications of what we've just seen.

Oliver: Yeah, right here.

He set me up.

No, he didn't run into me at the Penny by accident at all.

Okay, he knew exactly what he needed me to say to make his case.

No, he's not that smart. He's connected.

Somebody put him up to it.

So what? Now he's gonna get his job back?

Maybe.

Are they gonna come after me?

I don't know.

Peck, yes.

I've been trying to reach you.

What is it?

Izzy's gone.

Where did she go, Peck?

I don't know.

She just took off from the morgue, and I... I checked the school, I... I went to your house and even called Zoe.

We're ready to reconvene.

I just need a second! Just a second.

Everybody out. Go.

You want me to go in with...

Yeah, I'll be one second.

Andy, don't say anything.

Izzy, it's me. I am so sorry I didn't...

I didn't... I didn't pick up your calls.

Can you call me when you get this, please? I...

I need to know that you're okay. Okay.

I take it it's not going well.

Some things were said about Officer McNally in the hearing... things that were taken out of context.

Superintendent Brooks is, and I quote, thinking of expanding the scope of the investigation."

That's committee speak.

She wants to open an investigation into Officer McNally's conduct.

That can't happen.

McNally's one of the best cops that I got in this platoon.

Oh, next week, it won't be a problem.

It won't be your platoon.

What if I changed my mind?

Meaning?

You have all the power, John. You're the inspector.

You can suspend Duncan's inquiry, make it all stop.

Tell Professional Standards that we'll handle this matter internally.

Yeah, you say that...

I'll take the job.

I can accept those terms...

If you take Duncan back.

That kid is not right for this job.

Look, you retrain him, you bench him, I don't care.

A staff sergeant cannot be making enemies of the police commissioner, and neither can an inspector.

You understand?

Yeah.

[Door opens]

Helen: John.

Helen, good to see you again.

Uh, I've spoken with Staff Sergeant Shaw, and we've decided to handle this matter internally.

You're suspending the hearing?

Yes, I am. And I truly apologize for taking up so much of your time.

And how exactly are you handling" the matter?

By giving your client his job back.

What?

Is that true, Staff Sergeant?

This is all my fault.

I appointed Officer McNally as Moore's training officer.

She wasn't ready.

If you'll excuse me, I have a personal issue to take care of.

[Door opens]

Excuse me.

Hey, you just sold me out in there!

I tried to fix some major screw-ups in there... major his, mine, and yours.

These are your mistakes.

I know that kid is a complete disaster, but you filed false reports...

And managed to get yourself caught on tape taking responsibility for everything.

You actually meant what you said?

If you were ready, you would've known better. We wouldn't be here right now.

Oliver...

"Staff Sergeant" or "Sir," not Oliver, not here.

She's outside. I had the guys ping her phone.

Why didn't I think of that?

Forgot your thumb.

Thank you.

Did you find her?

She's outside.

[Exhales sharply]

Couldn't pay me to go back to that age.

I still act that age.

Come on. It's true.

I'm an impetuous, um...

I'm self-destructive.

I'm a... I'm a brat.

Okay, you don't have to explain.

No, it's... it's not okay, and...

I don't want to end up a sad, sorry woman who... who threw away the most wonderful person she's ever met.

Good night, Gail.

[K-os' "Crabbuckit" plays on car radio]

♪ It's high now ♪
♪ so low it's high ♪

♪

♪ took a trip on a bus that I didn't know ♪
♪ met a girl sellin' drinks at the disco ♪
♪ said truth comes back when you let it go ♪
♪ seems complicated cause it's really so si... ♪

[Radio shuts off]

I made this CD for you like five years ago.

I can't believe you're still listening to it.

This is a wicked CD. I love this CD.

[Chuckles]

How did you get my keys?

I picked your pocket this morning.

Hmm.

You got to be more careful.

[Both laugh]

Mm.

Hey, you want to tell me what's really going on?

I dropped by your house to tell you what I was gonna do today.

And...

I walked in to candles and incense.

And, you know, at first, I thought I was walking into something way grosser.

Ugh. Um...

But it was Celery.

And she was...

She was what?

Performing a fertility ritual.

Uh...

I know. She told me not to tell you, which...

I don't... I don't see you anymore, so...

You know, if you're gonna have another baby...

We're not having a baby.

You're not?

Not... not... not as far as I know.

[Sighs]

Although, I mean, clearly...

Celery and I need to have a conversation.

[Chuckles]

Do you want to just hang out?

Or do you still have to help Andy?

Want to go to art school?

What?

Let's go get some cheeseburgers.

We'll hang out. We'll hang out proper.

We're due.

You rock.

[Smooches]

[Engine turns over]

[K-os' "Crabbuckit" resumes]

Oh!

Ah!

[Car horn blares in distance]

[Siren wails]

[Plastic bottle crinkles]

Hey, Nick, have you seen Dov?

Yeah. Yeah, I saw him a little while ago.

He said he'd meet you outside.

No, I checked. He's gone.

Oh. Then I don't know. Sorry.

I spend all day digging through garbage, and then my boyfriend ditches me.

Best birthday ever.

Hey, Chloe, this was at the front desk with your name on it.

Oh.

Have a good night.

Thank you.

Nick: See? He came through.

Happy Birthday, Chloe.

You too.

♪ Excuse me for a while ♪
♪ while I'm wide-eyed and I'm so down ♪
♪ caught in the middle ♪

Aw.

♪ I've excused you for a while ♪
♪ while I'm wide-eyed and I'm so down ♪
♪ caught in the middle ♪
♪ and a lion ♪
♪ a lion roars ♪
♪ would you not listen? ♪

[Knock on door]

[Clears throat]

♪ If a child... ♪

Hey, man.

What's going on?

Hey.

I was just playing a little poker.

Why? What's up?

Nothing. Brought your truck home.

Oh, thanks.

[Chuckling] I went out straight after work last night.

I was gonna pick it up today, but then I... got hit with the stomach thing.

Yeah, I heard about that.

You feeling okay?

Yeah, way better now. I just needed to sleep it off.

[Sniffs] Hey, do you want to... get a bite to eat or something, maybe get a pitcher and some wings?

I haven't eaten all day. [Exhales sharply]

Well, what about your game?

Oh!

It's fine. I can cash out.

Can I play a hand for you?

I'm starving, man.

I... I would... I would go right and...

♪ Have you wondered for a while ♪
♪ I have a feeling deep down ♪
♪ you're caught in the middle ♪

What are you doing?

It's none of... it's none of your business.

It is when you're doing it in my house!

And I'm lying for you all day!

Nobody asked you to lie.

What is your problem?!

God. Look, I'm in our house, okay?

In my room, minding my own business.

It's not like I'm some junkie criminal.

No, you're a cop.

♪ I might seem so strong ♪
♪ yeah, I might speak so long ♪
♪ I've never been so wrong ♪
♪ yeah, I might seem so strong ♪
♪ yeah, I might speak so long ♪
♪ I've never been so wrong ♪
♪ excuse me for a while ♪
♪ while I'm wide-eyed and I'm so down ♪

Well, you could always join the WNBA if this whole police thing doesn't work out.

[Scoffs]

♪ Have you wondered... ♪

Well, if Staff Sergeant Shaw was here, this would be going through his face.

Want me to fight him for you?

I know I'm being juvenile.

Can you just let me, please?

First one to 10?

No, you're terrible at basketball.

I know, but I'm willing to humiliate myself in order to make you feel better.

Don't be in a bad mood when I demolish you.

[Ball bounces]

Those are pretty big words coming from someone who got chewed out by a rookie today.

You're dead. Check.

What's check?

Pass me the ball.

No. Okay, just...

Are we going?

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