05x05 - Going Under

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[Police radio chatter]

[Sighs]

[Clears throat]

Uh...

You look like something the cat dug up.

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

You know what I mean.

Oh, it's night shifts, man.

Messes with my circadian rhythm.

Circadian rhythm?

Sounds like you've been in a waiting room reading magazines.

Doesn't make it less true.

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

Cycle?

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

[Police radio chatter]

[Sighs]

Do you ever wish you were normal, you know, like a banker or something, 9:00 to 5:00, like actually had time for a real life?

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

How many guys get to drive around all day listening to their partners talk about his cycles?

Dispatcher: 1504, uh, we got a report of a disturbance in your area.

The Omega Alpha Kappa fraternity on Admiral Road.

Uh, 1504 responding.

You want me to hit them?

Get them.

[Siren wailing]

[Loud rock music plays]

Hey, back there. k*ll the music!

Hey, that's enough!

Man: ... Dreams!

[Grunting indistinctly]

Hey! Guys! Stand up!

Don't make me taze your asses.

[Police radio chatter]

What's going on?

He was hitting on my sister.

Sounds like a violation to me.

[Grunts]

[Both grunting]

Hey. Hey!

Hey. No.

What the hell?!

[Handcuffs click]

You should have let them knock themselves out.

I have the situation under control.

Really?

[police radio chatter]

We get there, these two idiots are wasted, and all of a sudden, Chris just starts whaling on this guy.

What is his problem?

I don't know. He just went off.

[Sighs] Seriously?

He did that at Fite Nite, too.

[Siren wailing]

What do you mean?

Well, he, I mean, he just went nuts on this delivery guy over the kosher wine.

And you didn't tell me?

Well, I thought it was a one-time thing, but now I'm sensing it's a pattern.

Has he said anything?

About what?

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

No, just that his circadian rhythms are off.

Maybe you should talk to him.

Jamie: Listen, Midtown, you might want to think about taking a night off.

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

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

[Scoffs]

What look?

That best customer" look.

It's kind of like a twitchy p*rn star who just ran a marathon. [Chuckles]

Look, I can get you the rest later.

[Sighs]

I'm a patient man, Chris, but, uh, here I am extending your credit and [Clicks tongue] I don't know anything about you.

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

All right, look. Uh, Friday.

Yeah.

I can get you the rest by Friday.

I get paid Friday.

[Tapping fingers] Tonight.

No?

No, man.

I told you, I got to work, okay?

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

I hate to think that my virtue is contributing to your vice. [Sighs]

Don't let me think that, Chris, 'cause I tend to act out when I feel bad about myself.

[Train whistle blows in distance]

[Engine turns over]

Oliver: Last night, Officers Epstein and Diaz responded to a fight between two drunken fraternity brothers.

I know, we all know that there's nothing more dangerous than a couple of preppy frat boys who decide to take off their school ties and scuffle, right?

Especially when one of them has a g*n.

Yes, exactly.

It seems that some of our, uh, students of higher learning have taken to packing unregistered firearms.

There are no licenses, all the serial numbers are filed off, but as soon as our little hipster in cells got sober, he very quickly told us where he got this g*n.

It's a bar on Tecumseth.

You are going in there tonight undercover.

Beats a cold night on foot patrol.

Detective Peck will handle the operation.

You're gonna go in there, you're gonna figure out who's selling these g*ns, and we're going to shut this place down for good, okay?

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

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

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

[Indistinct conversations]

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

Yeah, yeah.

I know.

You're candy at the bar.

Eye candy or hello, I'm Candy"?

Okay.

[Groans] What's he doing here?

Nick: I don't know.

Hey, Duncan isn't your failure.

You know that, right?

I know.

[Chuckles]

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

Somewhere in McNally-land, there's a stone tablet that says it's your fault.

[Scoffs] It's not on a stone tablet.

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

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

[Sighs]

I'm gonna go talk to him.

No. No, McNally!

What?!

Just leave it. Walk away.

McNally, come here.

[Door buzzes]

Thanks.

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

Why? Steve Peck just begged me to.

Yeah, okay. Andy, your rookie and his lawyer just made serious allegations against this division and against you.

Me personally?

Yeah.

On what grounds?

I mean, I did everything I could.

I know. I know that.

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

I mean, this is gonna blow over.

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

You haven't spoken to him, right?

So, you haven't implicated yourself.

Hey, it's gonna be fine, but until then, you just got to make sure that you just dot your 'I's.

Professional standards is gonna want to interview you, and the lawyers, they're gonna subpoena every report you've written on him.

He's still on the payroll.

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

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

No contact until this process plays out.

Cool?

Yep.

Okay, good.

Angelo Pasetti.

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

He's our g*n seller?

Definitely part of it. According to frat boy, this seller uses Angelo to stay insulated.

You flash some cash, ask Angelo for a bobsled Martini.

That's the code word, which, if he bites, should get you closer to the guy selling the g*ns.

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

Dov, you're in for cover.

Nick, you're eyes at the bar.

We're gonna coordinate from here.

Yeah.

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

Uh, these are burners.

We'll be listening on the service channel.

As long as your phones are on, we can hear you, but it only goes one way.

[Door buzzes]

[Sam sighs]

[Police radio chatter]

Hey. [Sighs]

Did you hear about the Duncan thing?

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

How are you holding up?

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

You know, that stuff just rolls off my back.

Yeah, right.

What are you working on?

A missing person maybe. Not sure yet.

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

Oh, is this the workplace equivalent of pity sex?

Yeah, pretty much.

I'll take it.

Meet Brian Gowdy.

His brother reported him missing, says he hasn't seen him in three days, brought in a bunch of stuff from his house... bank statements, mail, cellphone.

Password protected.

Mm.

So, what do you know about him?

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

Well, not everybody's cut out to teach.

Well, he's reportedly loved by his students.

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

[Telephone rings]

I'm gonna take this to tech, see if they can cr*ck the code, see who he's been talking to.

Sounds good.

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

We're up.

Mm-hmm.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Cellphone vibrates, beeps]

Good to go.

[Loud music playing]

Sounds like everyone's inside.

[Sighs] [Computer beeps]

You wish, uh, you were in there?

Why?

I don't know. You love going under.

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

Oh.

Well [Inhales sharply] it's hot.

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

[Chuckles]

[Loud music playing]

[Indistinct conversations]

Hey, uh, vodka rocks?

Suspect spotted with a case of beer.

Nick says that's our guy Angelo.

Got him.

You ready?

Chris is at bat.

Okay, okay, okay.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for a bobsled Martini.

Don't know it.

Been looking all over for it.

I heard this was the place.

A friend of mine told me Angelo was the guy.

Hand it over, or get out.

He just lost the bankroll.

No. Wait.

He's coming back.

So, you want a bobsled, huh?

Okay. Give me your number.

In the meantime...

... drink and wait, hombre.

[Sighs]

[Opens beer bottle]

[Sighs] Oh, my God.

What happened over there?

Relax. It's gonna be great.

So, you've got a story.

Yeah, what do you mean?

Cute guy like you here alone?

Somebody broke your heart.

She likes him.

Nick: Maybe I broke hers.

I don't think you're a player.

No, I'm not, but thank you.

[Chuckles] For what?

For switching stations.

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

[Chuckles]

Maybe I like a change of scenery.

Yeah.

So, what's your name?

Essie.

Essie? Essie.

Oh, don't tell me.

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

Nice.

Guy's got game.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Y... you think we fall for that?

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

No, come on.

Nick: So, where are you from, Esther?

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

So, Brian Gowdy canceled his credit card two weeks ago, sold his condo, and his last ATM withdrawal was at a gas station three days ago.

[Sighs]

So, he's withdrawing his maximum daily limit for, like, the last three weeks?

Mm-hmm.

Well, no wonder he's off the radar.

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

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

[Sighs] ... which sounds awesome, you know?

Get away from your troubles and your debts and your... everything.

You want to talk about it, McNally?

No, there's nothing to talk about. [Sighs]

Look, let's just keep digging, okay?

You stick with the credit-card statements, and I'll do the bank accounts.

Thank you.

Okay.

[Keys clacking]

[Whistling]

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

[Strained] Can you help me, please?

Yes. Um...

Oh, it's stuck in your hair.

Okay, arms up.

Arms up. Narrow your shoulders.

Okay, I totally get what's happening.

This happens when I put on a turtleneck.

It feels like I'm being strangled.

[Grunts]

Okay. [Breathing heavily]

Here you go.

I want you to keep it.

You're a tiny, little creature.

[Water runs]

Oy. Are you okay?

Uh, 'cause you keep, you know, buying all this crap and then just giving it away.

This is Staff Sergeant Shaw.

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

Jameson murders. Where's your report?

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

You keep saying that.

'Cause it's true.

I got this for you.

A woman was sh*t and k*lled.

I know.

She left a little girl behind.

I know.

I cannot close that case without your witness reports.

I know.

Yeah. [Sniffs]

You have an hour.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Loud music playing]

[Cellphone keys clacking]

Look at us.

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

[Chuckles]

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

Yeah, well, someone should tell him that constant texting isn't helping his case.

Essie: [Chuckles]

See?

Looking like Ryan Gosling wouldn't help this guy.

What do you want?

Uh, surprise me. [Chuckles]

You sure you trust me?

Oh, yeah. I'm open for anything.

[Chuckling] "Open to anything"? Come on, Nick.

What? That's not a bad line.

Pshh!

Nick: Essie, I am placing myself in your capable hands.

Okay, that might be pushing it.

Right?

Check it out.

Guy by the speaker looks like he's dealing.

Looks like he's doing a booming business.

Forget him. You know what?

[Cellphone vibrates, beeps]

He's not our problem tonight.

Unknown number.

[Cellphone vibrates, beeps]

"Drop $500 in the bathroom towel dispenser."

Made the drop.

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

Why change plans?

Why not change plans?

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

Yeah.

Jamie: Midtown, where'd you go, man?

What happened? We lost sound.

All right. Text Dov, get him in there.

[Keys clacking]

[Chuckles]

Okay, listen.

You're hiding from me? [Inhales sharply]

That's so cute, yo.

No, I'm...

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

I'm pretty sure I saw cops out there.

No, I thought you were working.

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

Now listen, Midtown, okay?

You don't produce the kale, then the darkness descends, and I'm talking about Dante.

I'm serious, dude.

My guy, he's got dental equipment.

[Chuckles]

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

How about you bring out your phone and you call your family or your friends, your mother, your father, you know, whoever, and you tell them to bring me vast sums of money, okay?

Can you do that?

I'll see you soon.

What the hell happened to your phone?

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

You got them now.

Yeah, [Sighs] crazy things.

Are you all right?

Hmm? Yeah.

I'm fine.

[Loud music playing]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Clears throat]

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

It's taking too long.

It's not a pizza delivery.

Just give me a break, okay?

It's my first g*n deal.

[Cellphone vibrates, beeps]

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

"Back alley. Five minutes."

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

Okay.

Chris is in position.

[Horn honks]

Dov: It's the dealer from inside.

Maybe he's branching out. Maybe he's our g*n seller.

What is going on?

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

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

No.

There doesn't seem to be an exchange.

We lost Chris again.

Moving in.

[Siren wailing]

Just go with it, okay?

[Grunts loudly]

You're under arrest for possession of a controlled substance.

You're a cop?

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

Is he our guy?

Chris: No.

He was waving around this in plain sight.

What was I supposed to do?

You could've moved him on.

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

I can move! Aah!

Shut up!

Steve: Epstein, it's Peck.

Yeah, our g*n seller didn't show.

Chris busted some dealer for possession.

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

Why don't I take him a couple blocks from here and kick him loose?

We can't let him go or he'll blow this whole thing.

He'll need to be processed.

Chris can take him.

Forget it. He b*rned you both.

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

Dov, I can handle this, okay?

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

[Grunting] Come on, man!

Yeah, I'm in here now.

Traci: Just get the money and get out.

Uh, money's gone.

Angelo must have it.

We could pull him in now, or I could hang back, see who he connects with.

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

Great.

So, we've lost our flash money and no g*n.

It's just unbelievable. [Sighs]

[Loud music playing]

Hey, I thought you left.

No, not yet.

Good. Don't.

You must be getting tired.

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

Hey, you ever, um... you ever want to say screw it" to work, just do what you want?

You mean like right now?

Yeah.

Essie, come on. We're getting slammed.

[Chuckles]

Hey, I'll, uh, take care of booking if you want to get started on the paperwork.

Yo, what the hell? This is crazy.

Look, you think I wanted to arrest...

Arrest me?

Kind of what cops are supposed to do.

You know what they're not supposed to do is buy my dr*gs, all right?

Your worlds are colliding, Diaz.

Look, we can still figure this out.

[Computer beeps]

Ain't no hack for this.

Look...

[Beep]

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

I can still get you out of this.

You know what I'm gonna do?

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

Then I'm gonna go make a deal with a prosecutor, and the first name I'm gonna give up is yours.

Stand against the wall.

Stay there.

[Sighs]

Six months of bank statements.

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

No 3:00 A.M. withdrawals, I mean, regular shopping habits for groceries... organic, no less.

Yeah.

So, his brother said he didn't notice any changes in him, right?

No. Didn't seem stressed or unhappy.

No antidepressant prescriptions or payments to a psychologist.

All right.

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

I mean, maybe it's possible we're looking at extortion or blackmail, you know?

Maybe he's got a dark secret.

I doubt it. This guy's life reads like the most boring novel in the world, except for this.

He spent quite a bit of money in Costa Rica over the last six months... hotel charges, restaurants... at least three different trips.

Where would you go if you had to leave your life behind?

I wouldn't go anywhere... unless you were coming with me.

Aw.

So, the beach... mai tais, hot sun, and not a care in the world.

I say we go north.

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

Oh, come on.

Dogsledding under an arctic moon, those crazy northern lights, and nobody would ever find us.

Perfect.

So, we're basically never gonna agree on a place to retire, which means we should just be friends for the rest of our lives.

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

Sand in my sandwich... mmm.

[Chuckles]

Oh. Look at this.

Pacifico College...

"an international school of art and compassion."

Fancy, yeah?

In... San José, Costa Rica!

Mr. Brian Gowdy got himself a new job, and it comes with a condo.

So, that's that.

Want me to call local police, make sure he got there safely?

Uh, I do speak fluent Spanish.

You know that, right?

[Chuckles] Oh, I'm aware.

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

[Sighs]

Well, this has been a real blast.

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

[Sighs]

[Indistinct conversations]

Gail Peck!

I know you're here somewhere.

Where the hell is my report?

My office, three minutes!

I'm sorry I didn't knock.

I... didn't really think about it till now, and now it's too late.

[Drawer slams] [Grunts]

Uh... [clears throat]

[Grunts] [Drawer slams]

What's up?

Uh [Stutters] I'm a little worried about Gail.

Do... do you need help?

Nope.

[Drawer slams]

[Sighs]

It's...

[Drawer closes]

She seems a little messed up.

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

Yeah, it's... I just don't want her shaving off all her hair and then buying one of those Amanda Bynes turquoise wigs.

Okay, wait. What?

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

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

Right. Gail. Okay.

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

Use your words. Talk to her.

Whatever you think, sir.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Sighs]

So, Duncan filed a complaint against you.

It happens... to everyone.

Not to me.

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

It's a cop rite of passage.

First time I was sued, I got a legal-aid lawyer with a $10 suit.

We show up for my deposition at an old-line law firm, a hundred senior partners, full-time curator for the art on the walls.

The camera starts rolling...

Stop it.

Stop, okay? I'm already nervous.

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

Okay. Thank you for sharing that.

That's a great story. Novel, even.

But you might want to reconsider how that's reassuring to me.

Do you know that there are people who try to sue weather stations for inaccurate weather reports?

There was a surfer once who sued another surfer for stealing his wave.

So what?

So, just because somebody files a complaint doesn't mean they're gonna win.

What if Duncan's right?

What if I gave up too soon?

If your gut said that that kid wasn't fit to have a badge, then he does not deserve one.

I left stuff out of the reports.

What kind of stuff?

Th... the guy is hopeless, okay?

So, I... I just tried to put a positive spin on the things I was putting in there, and in doing that, I left things out that should be in there.

I just figured he would get it together, you know, work it out, but he's the worst.

[Sighs]

They're gonna find out I lied.

Then what?

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

[Chuckles]

We could get one right on the beach.

[Indistinct conversations]

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't say anything.

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

I should have never arrested that guy.

Forget it.

But maybe we could still turn this thing around.

Chris, it's done.

Wait a minute. What if we push this Jamie guy, use him to catch a bigger fish?

Leave it to the drug squad.

No.

I'm gonna do this thing, and when it pans out, I'm putting your name in lights.

[Chuckles]

Oh... there he is.

See that sun coming up yet?

Shut up and listen.

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

No, get you out of this.

You got to give us a name.

You asking me to be a rat?

Confidential informant.

Oh, yeah, that sounds better.

That's kind of like a trusted adviser?

I'm gonna go with, uh, no.

Listen, being a C.I. is kind of like getting a get out of jail free" card... you're protected, you get to keep selling.

All you got to do is give us the right name, you walk out of here a free man.

The right name?

Yeah.

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

[Scoffs] Huh?

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

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

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

Figured you for smarter.

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

Diaz, wait up!

Diaz, c...

Sam: Bueno.

Y ya tienes mi numero de telefono, no?

Llamame si llega. Okay?

Sí. Gracias.

That was the manager of Brian's condo in Costa Rica, and Brian's not there.

Where is he?

[Scoffs]

Chloe: Hey, compliments from tech.

They transcribed all of Brian Gowdy's messages.

They're all regarding a sale of a XJ8 online, which is weird.

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

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

Yeah, I know, but, uh, what's weird is, I just took a report from a different guy who's also selling his XJ8 online.

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

Uh, he came to the front desk, which I'm chained to 'cause apparently, that's my punishment for getting sh*t in the neck, so...

Chloe...

Sorry.

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

Yes.

Yeah, the shrink is selling the exact same car online... same make, same year, same color.

So, what he said is, he took some guy for a test drive and the guy creeped him out.

And I said, "well, it's not exactly illegal because it happens to us ladies all the time," am I right?

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

You're saying there were two black '98 XJ8s for sale online at the same time?

Correct.

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

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

We need to see that report.

Sure. There you go. Done.

We got to get the doctor in here.

Yep.

We agreed to meet for a test drive at a gas station on Lakeshore.

He, uh, got out of his car.

What kind?

Gray.

What make?

I'm more of a people person.

Um, maybe a Sedan.

So, a mid-30s male with an average build and nondescript dark hair gets in your car on the Lakeshore, and you didn't ask to see his license?

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

He was very anxious.

We was... silent but angry.

Did he thr*aten you or harm you?

No, no. He was quiet until we got to the woods, and then he started in on me.

He, uh, he was interrogating me... had I ever been to a motel on Kingston Road, was I planning a trip to Costa Rica?

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

Brian Gowdy?

Who?

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

Well, when I asked him what it was all about, he got very agitated, told me to get out.

I didn't know if he was gonna steal the car or... or k*ll me, uh...

[Chuckles] I was terrified.

And then, luckily, his phone rang and he got out to answer it, so I jumped into the driver's seat and reversed the hell out of there.

Any chance you can remember where he drove you?

Reconstruct the route?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I think so.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Loud music playing]

Okay, [Chuckling] maybe I am getting a little bit tired.

You don't look it.

I don't?

No.

I've watched you serve people all night.

You look even better than when you started.

Okay, that one might work on me.

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

Yeah, I might be.

Booyah. He's in.

That guy's not gonna move tonight.

Let's pull the plug.

Okay. I'll text Don Juan, let him know to pull Angelo in.

Guess we'll have to offer him a plea to cough up the g*n seller.

Detective.

Yeah?

That dealer I arrested named his supplier.

Uh [Sighs]

"Russell Theroux divorced, father of two, and a muffler salesman."

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

Jamie says he's holding like five keys.

Is he in the system?

Well... no, but...

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

Seriously, huh?

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

Forget it.

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

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

I'll p... I'll pass this name along to the drug squad for a follow-up. In the meantime, charge the dealer with simple possession.

Look, sir, with all due respect, I gave him my word if his info checks out, he'll be given consideration.

Okay. That's it.

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

Chris, so what?

Are we clear?

Clear.

Okay.

Bring the dr*gs to evidence and move on.

[Sighs]

[Police radio chatter]

Let it go.

We could have busted his supplier tonight.

Drug squad's handling it.

Want to let them take all the credit?

Since when have you cared about that?

All right, you know what? Screw it.

I'm gonna go over there and check out the address he gave me.

Are you insane?

It's like six blocks from here.

This thing's gone up the chain.

You step on an active investigation, you're gonna blow yourself up.

Why do you care so much about setting some dealer free?

I don't care about him.

Okay, then what is this about?

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

You don't think they're...

[sighs]

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

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

[Chuckles]

Why would you even care, man?

I mean, you're happy, right?

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

But all I've got is this job, and lately I've been screwing that up, too.

All right, Chris, you're going through a tough time right now.

I get it, but I got your back.

So, why don't you take five, I'll take the dr*gs to lockup, and we'll go grab some breakfast?

No.

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

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

Look, thanks, I...

Hey.

[Beep]

Listen, um, I'm sorry if I was a little abrupt with you earlier.

It's no problem.

No, it's... it's good that you're keen, it's just that in this business, you know, timing is everything.

Do you want me to go down to the cells, square you with that drug dealer?

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

No.

You sure?

We're good. Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah, I told him the drug squad was going to run with it, so...

Cool.

[Sighs] Oh, my God, unbelievable.

I hid the last of the sugar packets here.

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

[Chuckles]

Just as well.

[Clears throat] That stuff will k*ll you.

Okay.

Seriously, you should give it up.

Hey, Curtis, just, uh, filling in the blanks on tonight's bust.

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

No.

How much was it?

He hasn't logged in squat.

What, are you checking up on me?

Just filling out the report.

It was three grams, right?

Yeah.

It's all checked and accounted for.

[Sighs]

Where's the field test?

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

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

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

Don't know why they give you guys field tests when no one ever uses them.

[Sighs]

Where have you been?

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

Why?

Just asking.

[Door opens]

[Cellphone dings]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Sighs]

You know I hate breaking hundreds for a couple drinks.

Some of that better be coming back as a tip.

All right, I'll have one more.

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

You served him.

Okay.

But after this one, you're gonna have to drink at my place.

[Sighs]

That's a sweet invitation, but here's the thing... you're smart, you're witty, you're extremely attractive, but you are also a criminal, which is why I have to arrest you for trafficking illegal firearms.

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

[Police radio chatter]

Well, actually, the initial charge will be serving me after hours, but that should be enough to get us a warrant to search through your phone.

[Sighs] Please, give it back.

Sorry. I'm pretty sure those texts you were sending will correspond with messages sent to my fellow undercover officer, and I'm betting that we'll find the rest of the marked money in your bag.

You would have had so much more fun if you just came home with me.

But I would have regretted it in the morning.

[Siren wailing]

Chris.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just right now all I need is some sleep.

That bust of yours, the drug dealer from the alley, we're kicking him loose.

Whoa, what's going on?

Curtis tested the coke. It ain't.

It's pure baking soda.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

All right, well, even if he's a scammer, we can still charge him with dealing.

Did he actually say it was coke?

No. He was just flashing the baggies, like, "look what I got." He...

Steve: Yeah?

[Sighs] See, we got nothing.

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

Steve: No, it doesn't, and this whole thing has been in shambles from the get-go.

I'm done with it, kicking him loose.

See you later.

Hey.

I never properly thanked you for this.

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

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

Okay. Come and sit down.

We're gonna chat for a bit.

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

It's Holly?

You heard. [Chuckles]

That's great.

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

Yeah, who knows? I don't know.

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

Okay, what's the other part?

This. It's this... some woman who got sh*t in the laundry room.

It's the little girl?

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

Mm.

[Voice breaking] And when she gets to know you, she just has the most incredible smile.

[Chuckles]

She's just so open to the world, and then, well, what does the world do?

It goes in and does this to her, and now she doesn't have a family and she's all alone.

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

I don't know why I can't get this one out of my head, and I know that we've been through worse cases.

I mean, we all have.

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

It got you.

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

Yeah? Huh? Breaks the skin.

And now, I'm sorry, but, uh, everything is gonna hurt a little bit more.

[Sighs]

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

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

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

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

Like... weapons?

[Chuckles]

Yeah. [Chuckles] [Chuckles]

Or shoes, right? You want to shop?

Listen, you got it, okay? For real.

You know... [Stutters]

I'm still your friend, Gail.

Okay. [Pats back]

Hey, it's okay, kiddo.

It's okay.

Look, man, I just want to apologize for what happened in there, you know?

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

No, no.

I did you the favor, okay?

You owe me, so don't think for a second I won't come back to collect.

I'll see you later, Midtown.

[Chuckles]

[Siren wails]

[Engine shuts off]

I'm beginning to have second thoughts about this.

It looks different.

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

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

I remember there was a view like this, but, uh... I don't know.

Sam.

Uh, sir, would you mind waiting in the car for a minute, please?

Oh...

[Sighs]

Wasn't supposed to end this way.

Well, it's not over.