06x04 - Letting Go

[bunniefuu]

Hey.

Hey.

Did your psychic happen to tell you someone tall and dark would offer to buy you a beer?

No, but my... my therapist did tell me to set clear boundaries.

Your therapist?

Mm-hmm.

Well, therapists are a waste of money.

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

I'd take the money I would have spent on a therapist and put it in a bank account.

Then, when I'm feeling down, I just look at my bank statement.

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

Hey, birthday card for Henry.

That is a retirement card for... Helen?

Whatever, it's fine.

So, I have a question for you.

Um, I hope you're listening to your gut, you know, when it's telling you to maybe get to know somebody better rather than pursuing them relentlessly.

That doesn't sound much like a question.

[Chuckles]

Hey.

Hey. Hey. Hi.

Uh...

Thank you.

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

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

Okay, first I need you to sign this card.

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

Okay.

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

Put that on your list.

I don't want to go to a theater.

I'm not into a shared experience.

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

Wah-wah.

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

I don't want to go to a swingers bar, I don't want to drive a racecar, and I have literally no burning urge to bungee jump.

Congratulations, you're ready to be a mom.

Yeah, sounds like it.

See you guys.

Wait! No!

I need you to help me make a bucket list.

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

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

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

Uh, I'm gonna go.

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

Ooh, sorry.

Chloe.

Hi.

Hey.

Hi.

How are ya?

I'm good.

Hey, guys. Quick question.

Is Gail dying?

I live in hope.

See ya.

[Chuckles] "I live in hope."

You interrupted me and Dov.

Okay. Well, forget about that.

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

No.

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

No, okay?

'Cause I don't know who that is, and I don't want to have a drink with you, okay?

I want to have a drink with Dov.

That Dov?

Same Dov that dumped you, broke your heart?

Thanks, Dov.

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

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

Yeah, are you liking Intelligence?

Yeah.

Card for Henry.

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

Helen.

Uh, yeah, no, Intelligence is great.

I love it.

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

Yeah, there's nothing like switching things up for a while, you know?

I mean, nobody knows where any of us will wind up in the end.

Hey, people change.

Totally.

Though, I kind of agree with you, Epstein.

Well, I think you belong on the street.

To the street.

Thank you.

Henry's retiring.

It's Helen.

[yawns]

Nick: Late night?

Mm-hmm.

I shut down the place with Juliet.

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

I don't even know her last name.

Ward. It's on her name tag.

[Chuckles]

Totally is.

[Cellphone ringing]

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

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

Hello?

Finn: Hey, Nick. It's Finn.

Hi, Finn. Who's Finn?

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

With me, I'm Chloe.

Hey. I work with Nick.

Nice to meet you.

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

Okay.

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

Do me a favor.

Tell Oliver I might be a few minutes late.

Oh, you suck.

[Siren wailing in distance]

Finn: Come in!

Sorry, man. I was taking a leak.

It's fine.

How you doing?

How do I smell?

You smell like roses.

Then I guess I'm good.

How long you been back?

A while.

You should have called.

Why?

Get old Saint Nick to grease my wheels for me?

All right. It's been fun.

Let's do it again in another two years.

Nick, I saw him.

Last night, he was coming out of a liquor store over on Parliament.

How do you know it was him?

Looks exactly the same.

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

I got his plate number here somewhere.

And you're sure it's him?

Positive.

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

I can't screw. I can barely piss.

I think about that guy and his fat face looking through the window every single day.

Nick, I'm telling you it was him.

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

Okay.

Okay. 'Cause we got a plan, right?

We've been waiting a long time for this.

Blue-and-white pickup.

All right.

I'm on it.

[Door opens, closes]

Commissioner, hey.

You talk to anyone at 34 Division this morning?

Uh, no.

No, why? What's going on?

They picked up your daughter early this morning.

Isobel, right?

Yes.

She's still there.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

What happened? What's going on?

She was at a house party on Fielding.

Uh-huh.

Party got out of control, she had some ecstasy on her, they brought her in.

Is she all right?

She's fine.

She's afraid to see you, but I told them to take really good care of her.

I don't know what happened.

She's supposed to be with Zoe this week.

It's okay. [Sighs]

I spoke to the staff at 34, I told them we might need to make this go away.

[Cellphone clatters]

I would never ask you to do that, sir.

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

You know, you're the first rookie I ever trained and one of the best.

It's got to be worth something, right?

Anyway, you got my phone number.

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

Thank you, sir.

Anytime.

Dov: I thought you were on bed rest.

Jarvis called me in.

He's shut down the Ted McDonald investigation officially.

What'd he say?

It was Ted. Ted is dead.

Does Dr. Seuss know we found a connection to the Police Department?

[Sighs] He says our missing expl*sives rep sold to hundreds of people, dozens of companies.

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

So, I get to go back to bed, and you get to go back out into the field.

[Scoffs]

You should run and jump a little.

Before you gain the "desk job 20."

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

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

Not anymore.

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

I thought you'd be happy.

Won't be stuck in a room with fluorescent lights and a crazy pregnant lady anymore.

An hour ago, Brody Simmons, upstanding citizen, he walked away from Memorial Hospital where he and four other inmates were receiving their bimonthly chemotherapy treatment.

Brody Simmons, the MMA fighter?

Yep.

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

He's [Clears throat]

Christian's a... a big fan.

Right, MMA fighter, steroid abuser, repeat offender, mostly for as*ault.

Um, Swarek is gonna go down to the hospital and talk to the doctor that he scalpeled.

You mean scalped.

Scalpeled.

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

Armed? Dangerous?

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

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

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

Right, wherever he is. Where is Collins?

Oh, he was gonna be late.

My bad, I was supposed to tell you that.

Nick: Sorry.

Simmons has never been married.

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

But, Peck and Moore, why don't you follow that up and make sure he's not, uh, hiding out with any long-lost relatives?

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

Whatever he needs.

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

Go, go, go get him.

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

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

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

He's mentioned Brody Simmons before.

I just got to track him down.

Okay, you got an address?

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

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

Yeah, we meet in his truck.

Okay. Marco Brunswick.

Address is 493 Carleton.

Let's do it.

So, his landlord said he'd be here.

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

Actually, do you mind heading in?

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

Sure, what should I say?

Tell him, uh, his lights are on.

I'll be out here waiting.

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

[Police radio chatter]

What?

Nothing.

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

Early 20s, slim, blond hair.

Okay.

Anything?

No, I didn't see him.

You can go check for yourself, but...

Nah, it's all right.

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

Collins, you okay? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I've just had a headache all morning.

It's turning into a bit of a migraine.

I get them every couple weeks.

What do you usually do about them?

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

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

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

Let's go find you a dark room.

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

It doesn't make any sense.

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

We'll stick to real policing.

Oliver: All units, suspect Brody Simmons was spotted 15 minutes ago at King West and Royal York.

Suspect is bearded, and wearing a department of corrections uniform.

This is 1504. We're in the neighborhood.

We'll check the vicinity.

See? Real policing. Man.

Maybe we should have practiced our triangle chokes, ankle locks, omoplata.

[Police radio chatter]

It's a submission move.

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

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

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

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

It's me.

I had no idea.

You think it'd be weird if I asked for his autograph after we catch him?

Yes, I do.

[Police radio chatter]

Oh, no way. Straight ahead.

Check it out, it's him.

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

Hey!

Stop!

Dov: 1504, pursuing Brody Simmons on foot, suspect is now clean-shaven, wearing a blue shirt and jeans, heading eastbound on Lake Shore, just west of Royal York.

Oliver: Copy that, 1504.

Sending backup to your location.

This is 1504. We lost Simmons.

He ran out onto a residential street south of Lake Shore, east of Manor.

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

Hey, we'll find him.

Omoplata the hell out of him.

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

Well, some tall blonde used to hang out with Simmons while he was getting his chemo.

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

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

Is, uh... is everything okay?

Uh, no.

Izzy, uh, she got picked up last night.

She had some ecstasy on her.

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

And Santana, he came all the way down here to tell me that he could pull it from the system.

Santana said he could pull it from the system?

Yeah.

Friends in high places.

I don't know, brother.

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

You know, kind of schools that wouldn't even look at a kid who's got a record, so...

Mm, hypothetical, what would you do?

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

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

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

Whatever you decide, you keep it to yourself.

Well said, brother.

Thank you, Sammy.

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

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

All this stuff, I feel... hey.

Hey.

Uh, anything on Brody Simmons?

I sent four units to canvass the area Diaz and Epstein last saw him.

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

They're giving it a sweep right now.

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

The prison just sent it over.

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

Doctor said that she used to meet him for his chemo appointments.

Yep.

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

I'll just put them in the system.

What is Nick doing out of uniform?

I don't know.

I'll be right back.

What's up?

Oh, just looking for someone to ride with.

What about Nick?

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

Sorry, what?

His migraines?

Says he gets them a lot.

Huh.

That's interesting, 'cause I lived with him for six months, and I've never heard anything about a migraine before.

Well, are you saying he's lying?

I don't know.

I mean, you're the one that's a bit of a mystery around here, right?

Maybe he didn't trust you.

Phew, burn. Good one.

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

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

He hasn't been himself all morning.

Look, I don't know.

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

Nick said that the guy knew Brody Simmons.

Okay.

And he wasn't there, and that's when Nick said he wanted to go home.

Okay, so, did you get a name?

Marco Brunswick.

Hi.

Hey.

Okay. Marco Brunswick.

Okay, I mean, there's a couple D.U.I.s, but those were years ago.

Well, how many years ago?

Nick said he was only in his early 20s.

No, guy's 45.

What?

Second lie today.

Pardon?

Uh, nothing. Do you mind?

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

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

Anyone home?

[Police radio chatter]

This is the police.

Your door was open, and there's an armed criminal in the area.

Dov.

[Police radio chatter]

Beard.

Chris: Huh?

Check it out.

Who doesn't clean up their trimmings?

You know what they say... one man's filth, another man's evidence.

Dov.

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

Men's prison jumpsuit.

Woman: Hello?

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

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

Don't touch me!

No, no, no, no, no.

No touching. What are you doing?!

Whoa! Whoa! Everybody, calm down.

I'm Officer Epstein. This is Officer Diaz.

We're looking for a man named Brody Simmons.

Brody?

Yes.

Do you know him?

Of course I know him.

He's my husband.

What can I get for you?

What kind of bourbon you got?

One kind.

Sounds good.

Man: Another, Will.

Juliet: McNally.

Do you have a minute?

Andy: Yeah.

Did you know that Nick's parents d*ed in a car accident?

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

The reports said that it was likely a drunk driver.

They never found him.

Uh-huh.

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

Nick was in the car?

Apparently, both brothers survived.

Nick doesn't have a brother.

Well, according to this, he does.

Nick was 12, and Finn Collins was 18.

Wait, Finn's his brother?

What?

That's so weird.

'Cause a guy named Finn called him on our way to work this morning.

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

[Cellphone vibrating]

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

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

We're married in our hearts.

He wore the blue shirt?

Yeah.

Right. Right.

The green one was still there.

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

Do you know if he drank one?

I can't believe I didn't look.

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

Three years, eight months, and six days ago.

[Chuckling] Approximately.

Yeah.

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

We met on a prison dating website.

A prison dating website. Okay.

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

Uh, fuzz.

Chloe.

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

I'd love to. I could use another.

This way.

So, was it just the prison dating sites you tried, or did you give regular dating sites a whirl?

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

She knew he was coming.

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

She wasn't on the visitor's list?

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

Phone records, bank statements, social media.

Mm-hmm.

[Dance music plays]

Hey, uh, we've talked to everybody who lives around here already. Why do we got to stay put when we know the dude's not coming back?

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

So until we hear otherwise... listen, I hear otherwise.

You hear that music?

No.

Feel that b*at?

Mnh-mnh.

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

No, you didn't.

Yes, I did.

Fell out of the glove compartment.

Took a little peek.

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

No. No, no.

Oh, come on.

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

Get out of here.

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

Okay, so, you had no idea that your, uh, husband was planning to escape custody?

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

Well, how did he know that you would have clothes for him or where the key was?

I told him where the key was.

It was his place, too.

And I told him when I bought him things.

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

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

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

So, can you just tell me what was going on in your head when you bought the beer?

[Knocks on door]

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

Excuse us.

Hi.

Hey.

So, there is no money missing from her accounts and no calls to her cellphone.

All right.

Well, we shouldn't discount crazy letter writing.

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

Dating from prisoner websites?

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

What do you mean? Well, I just... women who date prisoners don't actually want a real relationship.

They just want somebody to love.

And I guess you can tell yourself that you're waiting for him, but it's only so you don't have to realize that you're actually just alone.

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

That's convenient.

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

Tara.

We were just going over your husband's visitor records, and we noticed that you haven't seen him in the last three months.

He just needed some space.

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

Obviously.

You're the one who knows him the most.

Uh, no other, uh, previous relationships or marriages or... ?

No.

He had an ex in town, but...

He wouldn't have gone there.

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

She didn't support him.

What's her name?

Eliza. Eliza Hutton.

Do you know where she lives?

Tara?

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

Before he hurts someone, before he hurts himself.

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

Yes.

1046 Montrose.

I looked her up... Once.

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

I wasn't stalking her or anything.

It's okay, Tara. Thank you.

[Sighs]

Hey, you play?

I'm semi-retired.

I used to play a little basketball, but that was back in the army.

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

Nothing to drink? Where the hell were you?

Afghanistan.

Oh, well...

Family? Kids?

No. You?

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

I never get to see her, though.

Well, that's too bad.

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

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

I send her an e-mail once a week, and I don't even know if she ever reads them.

Why, you never hear back?

No. No, but I send them.

You know the worst thing I ever did?

Hmm?

The night that she was born, I didn't even go to the hospital.

I refused.

Can you believe that?

I don't even remember that night at all.

You drink bourbon?

You breathe oxygen?

Good man.

Can I get two more of those?

That is messed up.

Yeah, I know.

I almost felt bad about it. [Chuckles]

What about you?

You ever do anything you feel bad about?

Yeah. Sure.

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

[Chuckles]

I was in the army.

Me and this buddy of mine, we were training the Afghan security forces.

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

Azar... Something, don't know.

Nice guy... husband, father.

Anyway, it turned out he was leaking information about our troop movements to the insurgents.

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

So next night, me and this other guy, we went out, we found azar, and we sh*t him.

Different rules over there.

That'll mess you up.

It stays with you.

Yeah. I get that.

I had an accident once.

[Glass thuds]

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

This one particular one was, uh...

It was, um...

What happened?

It was a family of four.

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

I don't even know if they made it.

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

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

What did you do?

I ran.

I ran like a little bitch.

[Door opens]

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

Anyone? [Door closes]

Uh, yeah, yeah. That's me.

Give me a second.

What?

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

Was he driving that night?

[Police radio chatter]

The night that your parents d*ed?

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

But you do not lie to your partner.

You do not lie to me.

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

Five minutes.

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

And then what?

We bring him in.

[Siren wails in distance]

Hey, um, my battery's dead.

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

Oh, no, man. Too many of those.

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

Come on, man. You been matching me sh*t for sh*t.

[Chuckles]

That cop's still hanging around out back anyway.

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

Cheaper than drinking here.

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

No, sir.

[Pool balls click]

[Police radio chatter]

Hey. He's here.

Dispatch, 1504.

We've got Brody Simmons at 1046 Montrose.

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

Head down, hands up now!

Drop the flowers! Drop the flowers now!

Brody: They were like 50 bucks.

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

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

What's going on?

Eliza.

Oh, my God.

Brody, what the hell are you doing here?!

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

Hey!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I was just gardening.

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

What?

I wanted to come here and... you know, before I go, and tell you that I...

Hey, hands! Hands on your head!

I love you. Okay.

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

Hands!

Okay! I get it, all right?!

Will you just give me a second here?!

[Police radio chatter]

I'm sorry that I screwed everything up.

All right? I'm...

I've been really working hard, you know, trying to fix myself up for you.

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

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

I'm... I'm better.

Except you stabbed a doctor today.

Today was very circumstantial!

Brody, we have been broken up for five years!

You need to get over it!

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

What? You're not dying.

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

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

It's actually pretty amazing. Are you serious?

Yeah, things may have gone a little smoother today had you not stabbed the doctor with a scalpel.

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

[Police radio chatter]

Buddy with the lights on?

Yeah.

He left.

They went out the back door.

[Groans]

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

It's all right up here.

Yeah, it's nice, eh?

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

Jump or have another drink.

[Laughs]

Jump or go to bed.

[Sighs]

You don't want to jump.

No, I don't want to jump.

What I want is to fall off.

I haven't got the balls to jump.

[Chuckles]

Every morning, I see my neighbors, and they... they look surprised to see me.

Me, too.

I wake up in a chair or I wake up on the floor, and the first thought I have is, "oh, well, maybe next time."

That's not much of a life.

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

You can't just ruin people's lives and expect to sleep it off.

Believe me, I've tried.

You talking about your daughter?

Yeah, I'm talking about my daughter.

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

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

Hey, look at that.

Cops are everywhere today.

Are you on the run or something?

Juliet: Come on, Collins.

[Cellphone ringing, vibrating]

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

I got to take a leak.

Oh, come on.

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

Don't worry. I got your back.

[Cellphone ringing, vibrating]

[Siren wails in distance]

Take that if you want.

No, I'm good.

Okay, then.

Let's get this over with.

Here I am.

[Breathing heavily]

Just one little push.

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

You know who I am?

I think I got a pretty good idea.

You keep talking about that accident, so...

You must be the kid from the backseat, right?

I only ever saw you in the rearview mirror.

So, come on. What are you waiting for?

Come on! Do something!

Don't. Don't.

[Laughs] Why not?

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

Nick!

[Both grunting]

You k*lled my mother.

You k*lled my father. My brother, he's paralyzed.

Your brother?

You mean the kid that was driving?

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

My dad was driving. He was not!

I was there!

So was I!

I was there, too.

I was there, too, and I was drunk, and I was speeding, and I did take off.

But I didn't cause that accident.

It was you. You crossed over the line.

You ran into my car.

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

[groans]

Do it.

Do it. Do it.

[Sobbing] Do it! Just let me go!

Just let me go.

[Grunts]

[Groaning]

Nick!

Nick.

I'm done.

I'm so tired.

Cuff him.

And call another Division to get him.

I don't want him at 15.

[Sobbing]

[Knock on door]

Come in, man. It's open.

[Door closes]

So...

Here we are.

How's it going?

I turned him in. They arrested him.

What?

I called it in.

[Chuckles]

I don't believe you.

He's gonna sleep it off in jail overnight.

Tomorrow, they'll question him.

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

I'll come pick you up in the morning.

That's it?

Yeah. That's it.

That wasn't the plan, Nick.

Plans change, man. All the time.

Look at you.

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

Come on.

You were better off without me.

No, I wasn't.

This isn't about you.

You're the one in the chair.

18 years, man.

18 years, we hardly know each other.

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

Guy told me you were driving that night.

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

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

I believed everything you told me.

Finn, I looked up the police report.

[Siren wails in distance]

So tell me the truth.

Come on, man. Tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth! Tell me the truth!

Dad was tired!

Okay, dad was tired. He pulled over.

I said I'd drive for a bit.

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

That's why he ran.

Two people dead, five lives ruined.

What do you want me to say?

Nothing.

I'm over it.

I'm over the whole thing... the accident, you taking off, who you are now.

So what, you forgive me?

That's great, man. Seriously.

Thank you.

When are you gonna forgive yourself?

Nick, I'm...

I'm glad it was me, all right?

I mean, you're my little brother.

I never doubted that.

Yeah, I know.

Do you?

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

All right?

Chris: Into the lens.

Sam: Good work, guys.

Hey, Diaz.

Tara wants to see Brody before he gets booked.

What? No. No way.

That girl is a delusional whack-job.

How did you know?

All that relationship stuff was in her head?

She bought him his favorite beer.

Huh?

I don't know what that means.

I have Dov's favorite beer in my locker.

I don't know, just buying it for him after we broke up just made me feel happy.

So I haven't addressed the fact that I'm alone because I'm just hoping that he'll come back, but...

He ain't coming back.

So...

I, uh...

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

What?

Um, dancing in... in uniform?

Actually, I think it showed great policing.

That's... that's outreach.

It's reaching out to the kids.

Wait a minute.

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

Yes. I am.

Um, I'm sorry, I...

[Laughs] Sorry.

You're not dying?

[Laughs]

Holy pooper. You can't do that.

I'm sorry.

You can't do that.

You really believed me.

Why would you joke about that?!

Stop it, shh.

If you don't say anything...

I would really love to take you up on those hip-hop dancing lessons.

Yeah?

Yeah, but just don't say anything.

Wanting to get down a little more?

Shh! Hey!

Hey.

Hey, Peck.

How are you? Good to see you.

You, too.

Moore, hey. Um...

This isn't a date, but I have some warm beer in my locker, and I was wondering if you wanted to get it...

Hell yeah!

Okay.

I do.

That was easy. Hold on. Wait a minute.

What is this, like, Duncan day?

[Chuckles]

It just really... it just really feels like Duncan day right now.

Why do you always got to take it too far?

You know, forget it.

No, no. No, no, no!

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

I'll meet you out front.

Hi, Commissioner. Yeah, I'm... I'm, um... I'm gonna head down to 34 and pick up Izzy now.

If you could, uh...

Can you give them a call for me?

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

Yes.

I-if you would yank her from the system, I would be grateful.

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

I owe you.

Yo, check this out.

Wow. Cool.

Yeah, today was awesome.

Glad to be back on the street?

Yeah. Totally. [Chuckles]

What are you doing?

Uh, just, you know, packing up.

Yeah, but, uh, packing up what?

Hey.

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

No. But I hope it's still this.

See you out back.

Hey.

Hey.

How did it go? What happened?

He's... he's fine.

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

Look, can you, uh...

Can you just ask him tomorrow?

I'm not trying to be nosey.

This isn't some lame jealousy thing.

Oh, no. I know. I know.

I genuinely care about him.

Me, too.

[Knocks on door]

Hey.

Have a good night.

Uh, yeah.

Hey.

Sam: Hey.

It's a nice night.

I thought maybe we could find a nice little patio and have a drink.

Yeah, that sounds great.

Okay.

Hey, I hope you don't mind.

I'm taking your leftovers home.

[Chuckles] If there's anything left.

[Woman vocalizing]

Don't worry.

Not originals. I made copies.

Still... we should let it go.

[Chuckles] I know. I can't.

Can I tell you something?

Sure.

Today was a perfect day on the street.

I... I chased a bad guy, took him down, locked him up, did everything I've ever wanted to do on this job.

But now...

[Siren wailing]

I don't want to be in uniform anymore.

Okay. What do you want to do?

This.

Okay.

Let's figure it out then.

♪ I watch you there ♪
♪ in the middle of the stage ♪
♪ in those golden years ♪
♪ in that golden place ♪
♪ would you tell me ♪
♪ if it shines? ♪

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

I just got a message from Leo's school.

I'll be back in 20 minutes.

Don't tell anyone.

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

(Screams)

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

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

How is uh...

Detective Nash?

Andy!

I'm just worried for your officer.

I hope that broad is worth the trouble detective.

Where is she?!