04x03 - Different, Not Better

[bunniefuu]

McNally, you okay?

Maybe she's dead.

Missed me by a hair.

I'm really hungry, and I wanna get drunk.

Peck, put your headgear on.

(Panting)

All we gotta do is get the polka-dot camel.

The mission's ours.

Yeah, that's a giraffe.

It's a camel.

("Stayin' Alive" playing)

Okay, okay.

♪ Since I was born, but now it's all right ♪

McNally's down. Now there's only Epstein.

What about Peck?

She's probably hiding behind a bunker somewhere, drinking a wine cooler.

Watch my back. I'll do a head check.

♪ Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother ♪

Let's get those smug bastards.

Here's the plan. They think we're down, right?

So you two, push the left tape line and leave the rest to me.

Normal adults... they join book clubs.

Just go. Just take them.

♪ Stayin' alive ♪

Ready?

Go.

♪ Ah, stayin' alive ♪

We got two pushing on our right. Watch my tracer.

(Whoosh)

Did you get 'em?

No. But we got 'em pinned.

Nash, you move to the far right bunker.

Diaz, you watch your six.

You think this is a good plan?

I know what I'm doing.

I was in the army, remember? I've trained for this.

♪ Well, now I get low and I get high ♪
♪ and if I can't get either, I really try ♪
♪ got the wings of heaven ♪

Ohh!

Contact.

♪ on my shoes, I'm a dancin' man ♪

(Popping) ♪ and I just can't lose ♪
♪ you know it's all right, it's okay ♪
♪ I'll live to see another day ♪
♪ we can try to understand ♪

I'm down! ♪ "the New York times" effect on man ♪
♪ whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother ♪
♪ you're stayin' alive ♪
♪ stayin' alive ♪
♪ feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' ♪
♪ and you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
♪ ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive ♪

Come on out!

♪ Stayin' alive ♪

She got us. She got us.

I got it!

(Laughs)

Dov. (Laughs)

All right.

Retreat your asses to the death box.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Rub it in a bit, McNally.

Hey, listen, I'm not the dumb new kid on the block anymore, right?

I set my mind to something, I fight to the death, and I win.

(g*n pops) Pop.

Good work.

Think she's talking about paintball?

I think she's talking about Sam Swarek.

Come on. Wrap up. Let's go.

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive ♪

So... Marlo... is she cool?

Sure. But so are you.

Yeah, but I mean, is she cooler?

She's... different, not better.

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

I mean, are they serious?

They've only been seeing each other a little while.

They're not serious.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. For sure.

(Telephone ringing)

Um... okay. Yeah.

Hey.

Morning.

Wow. You look like you worked all weekend.

Oh, I did. What did you do?

Paintball.

(Snickers) You win?

Yep. I rocked it.

Nothing you like more than a little competition, huh?

Yeah, that's right.

It's 'cause I have a special talent.

Oh. Which is?

You've known me for three years.

Why don't you take a guess?

(Man speaking indistinctly over P.A.

(Groans)

It's so awesome in here, like an industrial loft meets a police smackdown.

Oh, God. I parked out front. Do you think that's gonna be okay?

It's the girl from the other night.

(Whispers) She's stalking me at work now.

Frank's goddaughter? The crazy one you had sex with?

Yeah.

(Dov) She won't take a hint. Yeah.

Um, but I'm actually wondering...

All right, do you wanna stay low? Scootch outta here?

What, you mean... waddle like ducks?

Or... we could face the storm head on.

Woman: I'm tougher than I look.

Watch out.

(Giggles) Let's waddle.

Yeah.

(Radio chatter)

Our division has a little problem... six A.T.M. holdups in the last week.

We believe it's the same guy.

What are the links?

From all accounts, he's 5'10", medium build.

This guy's quick and dirty.

He waits till his victims have their money, comes in with his g*n, takes what they got.

But then before he leaves, he gives them back a $20.

Yeah.

He's always completely masked, so the cameras haven't given us anything, but last night he gave us a little show.

Uh... what's he doing?

Wait for it.

(Groans and laughter)

Do they call that an ass sleeve?

Right now it's the only concrete lead we have.

We can't ask to see that tattoo without a warrant.

(Screen clicks off) Correct. Our detectives have narrowed it down to ten guys, based on witness statements and probability.

These guys are all known to us.

We need you to start ruling 'em out.

Track 'em down. Question 'em.

If they don't have rock-solid alibis, bring 'em in.

We're gonna break you up into different neighborhoods.

Each team will take a couple of these guys.

We'll find 'em, sir.

(Officers murmuring)

Chloe, where have you been?

This big division got kinda turned around.

How's it going?

Everybody, I want you to meet Chloe Price.

Chloe, come on up here.

(Whispers) She's a cop.

(Whispers) She's a cop.

Chloe's come over from 27 division after eight months on the force.

Mm-hmm.

And, uh, she happens to be my goddaughter.

(Officers murmuring) But that doesn't mean she's gonna get special treatment.

Hey, Froink. Hey, everybody.

Hey, Dov.

(Chuckles softly) You two know each other?

We met, yeah. At your... engagement party.

Oh. Yeah.

Okay, good, good, great. Well, uh, Epstein, why don't you two ride together?

Oh, really, sir...

Great.

Peck, Collins, I need your hands here at the station.

The rest of you, your assignments are on the board.

Epstein.

Yes, sir?

(Indistinct conversations)

I need you to do me a favor.

Keep her out of trouble. I love this kid, all right?

I trust you.

Sure. I won't let you down.

All right.

Hey.

Hi.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Excuse me.

Wait up, partner.

Here, I got something for you.

What's that for?

Oh, I know you. You're gonna need something to chew today.

So I've got the list of suspects, addresses.

Yeah. So do I. Queen East, right?

Yep.

I was just gonna drive.

I mean, unless you wanna drive. Go ahead.

Oh. How about this? You drive.

(Radio chatter)

(Clears throat) (Closes door)

So, uh... got any ideas?

Yeah, Nicky Radar. Every time I run into that guy, he's eerily polite. It's unnerving.

Well, I'm thinking, uh, Felix Whitall.

Says here Felix has a history of vandalism, pranks.

That's clown stuff.

Okay. Giving back the $20 seems like Nicky's style.

Is it Nicky's style to moon the camera?

It just seems more prankster to me.

Well, Felix is in Jamestown, and that's not our assigned area.

Yeah, I don't think that really matters to Sam, as long as we bring the right guy in.

(Radio chatter) Sure.

(Starts engine)

(Shifts gears)

I called you to give you a heads-up.

You could have left a message.

I left a dozen messages.

Yeah. Weird messages, angry messages, creepy messages.

You never once said you were a cop, starting at 15 Division.

(Siren whoops in distance) Because that's like the juice of the call.

You can't spill the juice of the call on voice mail.

Why not?

(Bag thuds)

(Closes trunk) 'Cause the whole point of giving you the juice is so I can witness the response.

Look, do you believe in fate?

No.

Because, I mean, come on... don't you think Froink putting us together?

Why do you call him "Froink"?

Do I need a reason?

(Car door opens)

(Siren whooping)

You transferred to 15 Division 'cause of me.

(Closes door)

It can't happen that fast.

You know that.

(Seat belt clicks)

Plus it wasn't my choice, okay?

I totally got chased outta there.

Do you have a tissue, actually?

Wait, wait. What do you mean, "chased"?

Uh... I grate the Staff Sergeant's nerves, and my so-called partner requested a switch, and nobody wanted to ride with me.

And so... (Sniffles) Froink pulled some strings and got me here.

(Horn honks in distance)

But w... why?

'Cause he knows I'm good. Thank you.

(Radio chatter) Look...

I've only been a cop for eight months, but I've been training to do this my entire life.

Indirectly. You know what I mean?

Okay. Some people... are direct.

You know, they... they walk a straight line.

And others are... they're... they're squiggly, and they, like, go this way and that way.

And that's just more me, you know?

And plus I don't understand the meaning of the word no" in any language, so that makes me pretty dogged.

Ow.

Ow. Do you ever get one of those air bubbles under your kneecap?

Ow, it feels weird.

(Groans) (Radio chatter)

Are we going?

(Pop)

Oh, did you hear that pop?

(Turns key in ignition)

All right, the closest one on this list is this guy... Beavertail Boulos.

What kind of name is that?

(Chuckles) Uh, or we could swing by this guy Steve Haddock.

Mm-hmm.

They're both pretty close.

Or throw some darts at a wall.

See where they land. You love darts.

Yeah, but darts are a thing of the past.

I'm a Dad now, so...

(Radio chatter) Or we could think.

See this ass?

Yeah.

Yeah? All right, we're gonna hit some ink shops, and we're gonna find out whose work this is.

Or... yeah. We could do that.

Why would anyone have a bike and leave it locked up outside a store for a month? Store owner finally cut it off.

I'm still stumped on why anyone would have a bike.

Is that all the stuff that's being auctioned?

Yeah. Just... I don't know. Just put it against that.

That's all the property found within the last year.

(Slurps)

Ahh!

(Exhales) It's for a cleanse I'm doing.

It's really disgusting, and I want you to try it.

No. Not with that introduction.

But it's awful.

So? Throw it out. I'm not drinking it.

I thought we were... sort of...

What?

Engaged... ish.

Doesn't that mean we share each other's misery?

Better or worse?

No, it means I won't leave you if you get cancer.

I'm not drinking your disgusting drink.

Wimp.

(Child shouting indistinctly)

(Siren whoops)

Hey, guys.

(Engine turns off)

(Horn blares in distance)

(Keys jangle)

How you doing?

(Boys) Good.

Yeah?

(Siren whoops) Yeah!

(Laughs) I love kids.

Yeah, and five years from now, they're gonna be spitting on us.

Hey. Any of you guys know Felix Whitall?

Yeah. He's my brother.

He's no longer at his last known address.

Did he move back here with you and your mom?

Yeah.

Do you know where we can find him right now?

We just have to ask him a few questions.

It's no big deal.

He was working at the Dollar Store on Rose.

He's got it together, you know. He's trying.

Great. Thank you.

(Men speaking indistinctly)

Do you believe him?

I mean, I think he believes himself.

Whether or not his brother's living straight or not...

(Gasps)

(Alarm wailing)

What the hell?

(Wailing continues)

Stay away from the car!

(Wailing continues)

I think it's Wanda Starkes'.

You know her? Yeah, I've dealt with her a few times.

I mean, she's got some issues, but she's harmless.

You're driving everyone nuts, you stupid bitch.

Hey, why don't you give it a rest?

(Man and woman shouting indistinctly)

(Shatters) Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!

Get your ugly face outta here!

(Alarm clock blaring, loud whirring)

(Marlo) Okay, what's going on in here?

Hey, hey, hey, don't tase me. Don't tase me.

I can't take getting tased again. I really can't.

Okay, we're not here to tase anybody, Wanda.

It's you. Officer McNally, right?

What's your name again?

Andy.

Andy, I wasn't doing anything. You know me, right?

Who threw the TV out the window?

He did.

I asked her nicely about a dozen times to shut this down. You hear this?

She's got every machine in the world going in here.

Come with me. Come on. Let's go.

I'm gonna turn some of these things off.

Yeah, yeah, I was just, you know, making sure everything worked. That's all.

(Whirring stops)

(Music playing, alarm clock continues blaring)

(Handcuffs click) Look, you don't know what it's like, okay, to... to live next to a loon like that.

Don't I? How do you know, sir?

Do you know me?

No. I... don't.

But she's a crazy bitch. I'm telling you.

For all you know I take great offense to men referring to women with mental illnesses as crazy b*tches."

Just go listen through the walls.

She makes so much noise. I work nights.

Yeah, okay, I get it. Pots and pans banging, screaming... gets in your head, makes you feel like you're the one going crazy.

Yeah, must be tough.

So you call it in. You make a noise complaint.

(Static) 1505. I'm gonna need a relay to 2923 Gerrard, Willow Creek, apartment 605.

Bringing in a prisoner, and we're gonna need a new car.

Ours got damaged.

(Receiver off-hook alarm sounding)

(Receiver clatters) All right, what happened?

(Man speaking indistinctly on radio)

Nothing. It's just one of those days, you know?

I needed... sounds. I needed something intense, you know, to take over.

Take over what?

Everything. My brain.

Okay, well, did you take your walk today?

Remember how you told me that walks kinda help calm you down?

Yeah, well, I was going to, but then that little kid was in the hallway. I hate that little kid.

I... I know, but you can't let him get to you, you know?

You have to tune him out.

Yeah. Oh, y... yeah, but then... this guy comes over, and he gets up in my face, and next thing I know, he... he rips my TV out of the wall, and he throw it out the window.

(Changing frequencies)

Are you going to arrest him?

Yes, he will be dealt with. I promise.

(Piano playing slow classical music)

All right, how about your meds? You take those today?

No. Forgot.

Okay, let's do that right now.

That blanket's nice. Is that new?

Yeah, I bought it at a yard sale. 50 cents.

(Water running in faucet)

That's great.

Thank you.

Did you arrest him?

Yes, I did, and he's gonna be charged, but you're gonna have to keep the noise down, all right?

Is everything okay?

(Lowered voice) Yeah, relay came and picked him up.

Brought us a new car.

How is she? Is she gonna be okay on her own?

Yeah, she's gonna be fine.

All right, anything else comes up, call me, all right?

Stay calm and calm me.

Is that piano?

Yeah. Beethoven.

♪

(Door closes)

(Inhales and exhales deeply)

(Radio chatter, siren wailing)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Telephone ringing)

This was left in a vacant apartment.

Okay.

I believe there a cremated human remains in it.

Yep. Those are cremated human remains, all right.

(Door buzzes) So what are we supposed to do?

Did you contact the previous tenants?

They were university students.

They ran out on me two months' rent.

I didn't wanna toss it in case the person mattered to someone.

Someone was nice enough to cremate the body and, uh, pick out a lovely urn.

It's very lovely. Okay, well, we'll hang on to it and store it in the properties room until I can track down a family member.

Just gonna need to ask you a few questions, all right?

This guy kinda looks like my brother, but maybe that's, like, his decoy, you know?

And then there's this guy, who... I mean, look at those eyes. (Rustles papers)

My money's on Miguel Garcias.

Done. Let's find him.

(Sets down file) Ooh!

All right, how does a guy get so lucky?

Six holdups, and every time, he seems to fluke into big money?

I know. Most guys who do this sort of thing...

They get people to drain their accounts.

But not this guy. Yet he always manages to score big.

(Radio chatter) Hmm.

Okay, here's a plan.

Let's get some nice iced coffees, and maybe a little brownie or something yummy, and then we can go by all the A.T...

Okay, this is not a date.

We are trying to get a menace off the streets.

Do you get that?

Yeah, I do.

Hey.

Are you... thirsty?

No. Just dropping off an abandoned urn.

With ashes in it?

Yeah. I'm gonna leave it here while I try to track down the family.

Do you have any information?

Based on the manufacturer, there are two funeral homes in town that carry this, so I'm working from there.

Hmm. Okay. Well... let me know what you come up with.

Why? Are you feeling for it?

I only wanna know, because if someone comes to get him, I don't wanna put him on the auction pile.

Right.

(Door buzzes in distance)

(Shifts gears, turns off engine)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Car doors close) How do you even know Miguel's here?

I've been working this division four years.

I know. Stay here.

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Men speaking indistinctly, police radio chatter)

(Hip-hop music playing)

Hey, Miguel?

Mind if I ask you a couple questions?

♪

Last night, 11:00 P.M... you wanna tell me where you were?

Or you could just save us all some time and show us your ass.

(Laughter)

Officer Price.

Are you serious right now?

Yes, I am.

Your right butt cheek, to be exact.

We're looking for a very specific tattoo.

(Laughs) Don't be shy.

(Belt buckle jangling) Yo.

Thank you, Miguel. You are free to go.

Yes...

Thank you, Miguel, for your cooperation.

Gentlemen, have a nice day.

(Indistinct conversations, dog barking in distance)

You shouldn't have done that without a warrant.

I didn't force him to do anything.

Still, it was stupid.

You know, I don't like that word.

Fine. I'm just saying you could get in serious trouble.

He could charge you with harassment.

He would lose face in front of his friends if he did that, okay? He was flattered.

And by the way, you were, like, so much more fun when you were drunk. Just F.Y.I.

♪

(Cash register beeping, telephone ringing)

Felix Whitall?

(Police radio chatter)

Yeah.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

What?

Uh, do you mind telling us where you were last night around 11:00?

Yeah. I was here. I was working.

And your manager could verify that?

(Radio chatter continues)

Hey, look, come on. I've... I've been living straight for months, okay?

We just need to verify your whereabouts.

Okay, look, um...

Felix, don't e...

Excuse me.

(Panting)

(Grunting)

(Groans) Come on. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

(Handcuffs click)

Uhh! I love it when I'm right.

Nine years on the job, and the one thing I know is innocent people don't run from the cops.

That's not why I ran.

Oh, yeah? Was it because of this?

This is gonna look really good to your parole officer.

(Sighs)

(Female dispatcher) All units, we've got an armed robbery.

ATM at Shuter and Sherbrooke.

Appears to be the same suspect as last night's holdup. See?

(Static) You see?

Whoever you're looking for, it's not me.

(Static) 1504. We're on our way.

Oh, yeah, you're real innocent.

(Sirens wailing)

(Indistinct conversations)

Pretty much the same deal. Made off with 800 bucks, except this time, the vic put up a little resistance, and our guy b*at the living daylights out of him.

Says he didn't see anything, but he was wearing a mask.

What about surveillance?

We're waiting on footage.

The only thing he said to the victim...

"Life is beautiful."

Well, that's ironic.

Maybe this guy's just getting bored with taking money.

First, he moons the camera, now he's b*ating people up.

I'm gonna go to the hospital with the victim, and I'll get his official statement once he's settled.

Well, you can rule out Felix Whitall.

We were with him when the call came in.

What? You went after Whitall?

He was on the Jamestown list.

I know.

That's not your part of town.

It was on the list.

Oh, okay. Clearly your talent isn't following orders.

Okay, well, you said to rule him out.

Did what you asked. It's not Miguel Garcias.

Okay. Keep moving down your lists, please.

Okay?

Look at that.

What? The sofa. I mean, imagine it, reupholstered in pink velvet.

I would k*ll for that sofa. (Gasps)

And check out that bed frame.

Oh, don't mind me. I'm just... I'm a sucker for antiques.

I like things with a little bit of history.

She's a little unfocused.

(Radio chatter)

Man: ♪ where you going now? ♪
♪ you know I don't want to ♪

(Needle buzzing)

♪ I can lead you down ♪

(Door opens, bells jingle)

Hey, sorry to interrupt.

(Door closes)

Oh, no, it's all right. What... what can I do for you?

Well, sir, we were told that this is your work.

Yeah. Yeah, that's mine.

Yeah? Can you remember who you gave it to?

Uh... yeah. Yeah. I remember this guy.

He's, uh... he's a nice kid. Uh, quiet. Polite.

Um, read a book the whole time.

Oh, yeah? Can you tell us who he is?

Never got his name. Um... he had brown hair, though.

Brown hair. Any... anything else?

He was big into words. Lot of words.

All over his arms, chest, legs.

What about you, man? You got any ink?

Oh. No. No. I mean, I've always wanted one, but, uh... I'm a Dad now.

So... yeah, my son's name is Christian.

We're gonna let you get back to it.

Looks great.

Bye now.

(Chris) Thank you, thank you.

That was weird.

Yeah.

(Buzzing resumes)

(Door bells jingle)

Yeah, we should call the troops and tell them about our conversation with Mr. Ink, all right?

Uh, brown hair, lots of words. Maybe... I don't know.

Maybe it'll narrow it down a bit.

Don't you think we should keep this to ourselves?

I mean, I'm kind of looking for a commendation where I'm a...

You know, I'm a Dad.

Oh, yeah, Diaz.

You're a Dad. You're a Dad. I know.

You got kids. I got kids. Everybody has kids.

Listen, look at me. You are exactly the same guy that you have always been, all right?

You gotta stop freaking out about this.

Or at least, you gotta stop talking about it.

(Static) 1514. I got a couple of bread crumbs on our guy if anyone's interested.

(Static)

Good boy. Let's go.

(Radio chatter)

For the record, I'm gonna tell Sam it was my call to go after Felix.

That's fine, really.

I know this isn't a comfortable situation... me, being here, the new person.

People come and go. Things change.

Yeah, well, I know you're well-liked and respected.

I'm not trying to replace you.

(Chuckles) I know that.

So time to move on.

I have moved on.

I mean, moving on to the guy you want to track down.

What's his name? Nicky...

Nicky Radar.

Nicky Radar.

I think we should at least rule him out.

So it says his last known address was Queen East.

Do you wanna start with his house?

Sure.

(Female dispatcher) 1504, I need you to head back to 2923 Gerrard.

There's another 9-1-1 call regarding your EDP.

(Static)

(Under breath) Crap.

(Normal voice) It's Wanda.

(Siren wailing)

We're on our way.

(Receiver off-hook alarm sounding)

Wanda?

You in there?

(Door clatters)

(Alarm clock blaring, off-hook alarm continues sounding)

You said you knew this woman.

Yeah, and you said she'd be fine.

I'm gonna check the stairwell, go down to the exit.

(Sighs) I'll check in with her neighbors.

(Police radio chatter)

She's not a bad person.

I never said she was a bad person.

Okay? I asked you if she'd be okay on her own, and you said yes.

Hello? Is anyone home?

(Man speaking indistinctly)

Hello. It's Officer Cruz. Is anyone home?

Mr. Smith, are you there?

(Door creaks)

Hello?

Police. It's Officer Cruz.

(Police radio chatter)

(Static)

1504. I need backup to Willow Creek, apartment 607.

I'm with a victim of a stabbing.

He's still breathing, but he's lost a lot of blood.

(Static)

(Oliver) This is 1514. We're on our way.

Sir? Sir?

Stairwell's clear.

(Marlo) Be careful, McNally.

I found the neighbor down. It may have been our EDP.

(Loud whirring)

Hello?

(Whirring continues)

(Whirring stops)

I need it on.

Wanda, what's going on?

People are hateful!

(Shovel clatters)

People do not have the right to look down on me or laugh in my face, spit in my face.

I am human like everyone else.

These brats don't even know me.

(Crying) I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry.

But you're not sorry. You're not sorry.

You throw stuff at me. You call me names.

(Dylan speaks indistinctly)

You laugh in my face. Oh, life is so fun for Dylan.

You gotta let him go, Wanda.

I won't do it anymore.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

(Gasping)

(Gasoline pouring)

(Crying)

(Coughs)

You can't tase me.

You can't tase me now, or I'll blow up.

(Laughs) I'm not doing anything.

I don't have a w*apon. I know my rights.

I know my rights.

Okay. Okay.

(Holsters g*n) But you have to come with me now.

(Static)

Don't! Please don't. Don't.

Please don't bring no cop down here, please.

Please. I'll listen to you. I know you, okay?

Yeah. W... we're friends, right? Right? Right?

Okay, just give me a minute to calm down, okay?

Just give me a minute.

Then you need to let the boy go, and you're gonna come with me. All right, we're just gonna go for a little walk. Do you understand?

(Crying) Please. I just wanna go home.

I know. We're gonna get you outta he soon.

Oh, he's the victim, right? And I'm the bad guy.

No, but he's a kid, and he probably didn't mean to be that rude.

He's a little snot, and he's gonna grow up to be a bigger snot unless he learns better.

Wanda... we need to get this under control right now.

Okay?

This looks really bad on me, too.

I vouched for you.

(Whispers) Okay.

I'll let him go... if you tell me the truth.

Am I going to have to go back to the hospital?

Why don't we go back to your apartment and we'll talk about it?

Hey, we searched every floor. We can't find her.

Sir, sir, have you got any idea where she might be?

I know where she should be.

She should be in the mental ward.

(Static) (Andy) Cruz, I'm with Wanda in the basement.

I could use some help.

Can you stay with him?

I can go. No, she's my partner.

Okay, go.

(Whispers) It's all over now.

I really liked having my own apartment, you know?

I was doing good. I was really good.

I'm not a bad person.

(Static) (Marlo) McNally, where in the basement?

Don't. Don't! Don't say anything, please.

I have to.

(Crying) No. No. No. (Static)

We're in the superintendant's room, down the south end of the basement.

Shut up! I said shut up! Get out! Shut up!

Put it down.

Shut up!

Put it down.

(Dylan) I can't stay in here anymore!

Wanda, no!

(g*nsh*t)

(Panting)

(Holsters g*n)

(Andy) I had it covered. I was dealing with it.

(Siren whoops) I knew her.

It was exactly why I was talking her down.

She was listening to me. It's just the kid startled her.

Why wasn't your g*n out?

I was about to draw.

I drew first.

You know what? You have been second-guessing me all day.

I've been trying to manage it.

Hey.

Hey.

You guys got your stories straight?

'Cause S.I.U.'s gonna be all over this.

There's no story. She was following protocol.

She just got there first.

(Frank) Shaw, take Cruz back to the station.

Diaz, take McNally.

Keep them separated until they talk to S.I.U.

(Siren whooping, radio chatter)

Well, I wish I knew your name.

Yeah, everyone needs a name, even in death.

(Click)

Even in your urn.

How about I call you... Urnie?

Hey, Urnie.

I know.

Being ashes... stuck in your urn with no one to love you.

That must really suck.

But at least you don't have to drink this tea.

(Slurps)

Ahh.

All right, it's not Miguel.

Sure isn't. (Giggles)

It's not Felix. It's not Steve Haddock.

He has red hair, so we're basically down to what, four guys?

Okay. Um...

Beavertail's got a few B&Es, violent history.

Oh, and check this out.

In '05, he was charged with indecent exposure.

He dropped his pants in night school.

He's in Jamestown. Let's go check it out.

Um... wait. Where does Nicky Radar live? (Rustling papers)

(Radio chatter)

Lowney Avenue. Okay, so that's Queen and Carlaw.

What?

Ah. I don't know.

Jamestown doesn't have antique stores.

But Queen East has some great little stores.

We're not going after a guy so you can go antiquing.

No, Dov. All the A.T.M.s this guy hits are in neighborhoods with cool little antique shops.

So? Coincidence.

Well, maybe, but the one that we're at today had a cash only" sign in the window.

So people have to go to nearby A.T.M.s in order to get cash?

Exactly, because antiques aren't cheap.

I mean, would Beavertail know this?

I don't know. His name's Beavertail.

Probably doesn't know much.

Ha! You're so right.

(Chuckles)

Okay, well, let's go to Queen East then.

All right, but if you look inside a store window, I'm writing you up.

Relax, okay?

(Door buzzes in distance)

Well, well, well.

Don't you have it easy today.

Kinda look like a secretary.

Oh, yeah? You got it so tough back there, babysitting bicycles?

I am babysitting human ashes.

Uh, I tracked down ashes' family.

Urnie's family? I mean, the urn.

What'd you find?

His name is Roy Power.

Tracked down his nephew in Hawaii.

Roy left his wife for a much younger woman and lost contact with the whole family.

And his new wife d*ed of a heart att*ck last year.

So urn's heading to Hawaii?

Well, I'm suddenly jealous of ashes right now.

They don't want him.

What do you... what do... what do you mean?

They said we could flush him.

Just... flush him?

Yeah, or whatever.

What if other relatives show up?

I don't think there are any other relatives.

So you're just gonna flush him down the toilet?

Well, we could leave him on the shelf back there.

For eternity?

I don't know, Gail.

You're working the property room.

(Telephone rings) You decide. Okay?

(Ring) 15 Division.

Okay, ma'am, that's not a call for the police.

(Police radio chatter)

Hello?

He lives in an art gallery?

I'm so jelly.

I see that.

I'm not window shopping.

(Toilet flushes in distance) Hello?

(Door opens)

Ah. Hey, officers.

Uh, sorry about the mess.

Are you Nicky Radar?

Uh, yes, I am. Is there a problem?

Looks like you got a lot of tattoos there.

Yep. Guilty... of following the trends.

Who doesn't have one these days?

Can you tell us where you were last night at 11:00 P.M.?

Yeah, I was here. I had some friends over.

We were playing some music, had a bit of a jam session.

They can vouch for me.

(Radio chatter continues)

How about this afternoon, around 3:00?

This afternoon I was actually right across the street, getting my hair cut with my friend Stewart.

You got you hair cut today?

(Whispers) Yeah. I got, like, 5 inches taken off.

It feels weird.

Your barber can verify this?

Oh, yeah. We can head over there if you want.

That's not necessary. Thank you for your time.

You have a good day.

All right, guys. Thank you very much.

(Radio chatter continues)

(Horn honks in distance)

If his alibi holds up, we've lost an hour.

You know, we should have gone after Beavertail while we were in his neighborhood.

(Radio chatter continues)

(Sighs) Great.

Dov, look.

(Siren wailing in distance)

Nice try. Hey, you going somewhere?

Life is beautiful, isn't it, Nicky?

What are you talking about?

You're gonna have to come with us.

You guys serious?

Or you could save us some time and show us your butt.

If you don't have a tattoo, we'll let you go right now.

(Radio chatter continues)

(Bag thuds)

(Snickers) That's what we thought.

Thank you, Officer Price.

Hands up against the wall, please. (Scoffs)

Now.

(Radio chatter continues)

Come on.

(Patting body)

Sorry.

I didn't know you were in here.

(Locker door opens)

How'd it go with S.I.U.?

Yeah. Great.

I had to repeat every step a dozen times, but... it's fine.

Well, they say she might pull through.

Yeah. I guess that's the good news.

What do you want, McNally?

Just to say thank you... for having my back.

Doing your job.

You were just... doing your job.

(Zipping boots)

(Exhales)

(Door buzzes in distance, indistinct conversations)

Gail, what's up?

Nothing. Just going home.

With the urn?

Yeah. I thought I would drop him off first.

Where?

I was thinking maybe the lake.

You are so sweet.

Oh, don't be stupid. It's not even out of the way.

It's the same as flushing him down the toilet, only it's a prettier, bigger toilet. So what?

I'll go with you.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

(Door buzzes in distance)

Chloe.

Good work today.

Thanks. You, too. Right here.

Okay. Uh... I'll see you tomorrow.

Uh, wait. Um... it felt good today, working with you.

It felt like... I don't know.

I had a partner who appreciated me.

You treated me like a normal cop.

Really? 'Cause today was one of the most abnormal days I've ever had.

Oh. Okay. (Chuckles)

It wasn't bad.

So it was good?

It... was different.

Well, I think that we make a great team.

We caught the bad guy.

That's right.

(Chuckles)

Um...

Do you wanna... get a drink?

(Sighs) Okay.

(Lowered voice) You're Frank's goddaughter.

All right, I can't do anything to screw that up.

Okay.

Plus right now my ears... they need a rest.

No offense, but... you talk a lot.

Okay.

(Chuckles)

You know what I didn't hear in that statement?

A "no."

Well, the no" was implied.

But not clearly stated.

See you tomorrow... Doive.

Man: ♪ on my own, I would, I would ♪
♪ all the roads keep close, keep close ♪

(Needle buzzing)

♪

Roy Power.

♪

Washing away in the water is better than rotting away on some shelf.

Gail, away from the wind. Away from the wind.

Crap.

Ah, Roy, I'm sorry.

Wow.

That's a lot of ashes.

I take it Roy wasn't a small man.

What if wasn't... just Roy in that urn?

What if when his second wife d*ed, she had her ashes dumped in with his so the two of them could be blended together into a pile of... indistinguishable dust?

That's a weird thought.

Yeah, well, that's what some people want, you know? (Sets down urn)

They... wanna be bonded together as one unit, sharing in all of each other's ups and downs.

And I know it's crazy, and I would never...

I would never ask that of us, but it...

(Sighs) there's just something kind of romantic about it.

Gail, just give me the damn drink.

♪

(Slurps)

(Gulps)

Let it go down. Just let it go.

(Mouth full) Oh, God.

Swallow it. Let it travel.

(Coughs) That is vile.

Ohh. Thank you.

♪

Thank you so much.

♪ He'll say ♪
♪ and call me near ♪
♪ to erase my fears one night ♪

(Siren wailing in distance)

You sure you don't want me to take you home?

Yeah. I'm sure. Don't worry.

Call me if you need me.

Yeah.

♪
♪ you were made for my bones, for me ♪

Thanks. Thank you.

(Siren wailing) ♪ won't you make your home ♪
♪ with me now? ♪

(Engine starts) ♪ you were made for my bones ♪
♪ for me now ♪
♪ won't you make your home ♪
♪ with me now? ♪

She's great.

♪

Is that your talent, McNally?

Pointing out the obvious.

No. I know when to quit.

That's my talent.

I know when the odds are against me and when to walk away.

Good night, Sam.

Andy.

Andy?

See you tomorrow.