04x04 - The Kids Are Not Alright

[bunniefuu]

Is this enough?

Uh, couple more. Just to be safe.

Really?

Okay. We're gonna need a bigger boat.

(Dov) That's not gonna work.

It'll work. It'll work.

Where are the instructions?

I think I threw 'em out.

Not gonna work.

(Serena Ryder's "Stompa" playing)

(Andy) No.

One bag, Gail. That's the rules.

I've never been camping before. I plead ignorance.

What else is new?

Hey.

Are you sure you don't wanna spend the long weekend in my big comfy bed? I'll put the silk sheets on.

Thank you for doing this for me.

I'll put this stuff in my rucksack.

I got loads of room.

Oh, another benefit to having a boyfriend who's used to sleeping in the sand.

Well, actually, it's a lot of small, fertile valleys in Afghanistan...

Jar. (Sighs)

(Clinks)

♪

Hey.

Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late.

I'll, uh, start loading up.

Uh... (Keys jangle)

Everything okay?

Whoa, whoa. Don't tell me you're not coming.

Denise has been home with Christian all week.

So bring him. Traci's bringing Leo.

It's just that... Christian is allergic to bees and trees and pollen and grass and...

This is the last chance for us all to get together before you go to Timmins.

Well, I... look, I'm so sorry.

Look, you guys can still use my truck, though.

(Whispers) Thank you.

It's okay. We don't need it.

No, we really do.

(Door closes)

Call the police. I caught a stalker.

Third time this week.

Howdy.

Hey.

Hey.

Uh... maybe Chloe can take my s...

Hey, can you help me, please?

I make amazing s'mores.

♪

You shouldn't have.

I did.

We'll... wait outside.

♪

Where are you guys going camping?

You can't come. It's tradition.

♪ Stompa your feet ♪

Okay.

Whoa, that's it?

No, uh, resistance?

No.

But I hope your sleeping bag is warm, 'cause... my guess is those girls are not big cuddlers.

Me, on the other hand?

I, uh, give off a lot of heat, so...

♪ Stompa your feet ♪
♪

♪ whoa-oh-oh ♪
♪ Stompa your feet ♪

I can't do it. No. I can't... I can't do it.

Four days alone in a tent with her... nobody has that much self-control.

I... I can't do it.

Except maybe Gandhi.

The Dalai Lama.

Different circumstances.

And you, canceling at the last minute.

I can't believe you. Can't we just go to a store, pick up some allergy medication, and give it to Christian?

He's allergic to those, too.

Is there anything he's not allergic to?

Uh... cats.

Oh! Perfect.

You can spend the weekend on a cat sanctuary.

What, is that actually a thing?

'Cause Christian would totally love that.

♪

I don't like Chloe.

What?

Oh, come on. She's all right.

(Mouth full) No. Chloe drives me crazy.

I don't know why.

Actually, I do know why. (Laughs)

Everything she thinks, she feels, it just kinda comes flying out of her. It's totally...

Charming.

Obnoxious.

And it brings out the mean girl in me.

Everybody brings out the mean girl in you.

(Siren whoops, car doors close)

(Brakes squeal)

Oh. That's... really crappy timing.

It's gonna get easier, right?

(Siren whooping) Thank you.

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey. Welcome back.

(Frank) All right. Here we are.

Another long weekend.

People are going out of town to party at the cottage.

You know what that means.

Spot checks.

That's right.

We're checking for D.U.I.s, seat belts, busted taillights.

You know the drill.

As a bonus, you can help Detective Swarek with last night's sh**ting.

(Exhales deeply) 16 years old.

Ricardo Sanchez.

Track store over at Rivington.

Last night, he got a b*llet in the neck at the skate park on River.

Pronounced dead at the scene.

Was it a g*ng hit?

Sanchez has no priors, no affiliations we know of, and he's not on drug squad's radar.

It's entirely probable he was just a good kid in the wrong place.

Traffic cameras picked up this car, pulling into the parking lot just before the sh*ts were fired.

Uh, we got no plates, but we know it's an rx-8, red with a black hood, after-market spoiler.

We find this car, we might find our sh**t.

No offense, sirs, but this seems like kinda a long sh*t.

Well, Price, that's 'cause it is, but right now it's all we've got.

Okay.

All right, car assignments are on the board. Let's go.

Uh, sir?

Epstein.

Officer Cruz is back on duty.

And?

The sh**ting was only two weeks ago.

She says she's good. She's good.

(Tone rings over P.A.)

Epstein?

Booking. Let's go.

(Chair wheels rattle)

Partners today?

Booyah!

How do you feel about me driving today?

No.

(Mouths words)

(Laughs)

Oh! Sorry. Sorry.

Excuse me. Sorry.

That's a nice shirt.

Looks good on you.

Oh.

(Chuckles) Thanks.

Really great jeans, too, huh?

Oh. (Chuckles) Thanks.

Have a good shift.

You're welcome.

Yeah, let's... we should go. Let's go.

Yeah.

We should...

I meant, thank you.

I really can't wait to get out of here.

Just ten more hours, and we'll be popping tents... and we'll be sleeping under the stars.

Being mauled to death by bears.

(Beeping)

(Radio chatter)

(Door buzzes in distance, telephone ringing)

Pretty sweet new system.

(Beep)

I mean, I'm looking forward to getting certified on it.

(Beep)

Knock yourself out.

I'd rather be on patrol than doing this.

Well, yeah, of course. Me, too.

But at least this way, we b*at the heat.

I'm telling ya, it's disgusting out there.

Feels like someone's got a wet towel on your face.

(Beep)

(Beep)

You read any good books lately?

(Sighs) Stop it.

Hey, I'm just making small talk.

(Distinct conversations)

(Crushes can)

(Can clatters)

Diaz and I are gonna be first contact.

We're gonna direct all the oncoming traffic.

Next is Collins and Price, and if there's any overflow, you send it down to McPeck.

Now listen, guys, if anybody sees detective Swarek's RX-8, you call it in, okay?

All right, we all have plans this weekend, and those plans do not involve getting sh*t.

So... you know.

1-5, go, team.

(Vehicles passing)

Oh, and get 'em to to take their license out and hand it to you.

Gives you a chance to check their coordination, see if their hands are shaking.

Stealthy. I like it. I like it.

Hey, um... thanks for showing me the ropes, you know?

Not treating me with a leopard.

I think you mean leper.

(Radio chatter)

Like someone with leprosy.

Disease. Causes disfigurement, lesions.

Ew. No, I... I mean, a leopard.

You know, like... like a big jungle cat that people try to avoid so they don't get eaten.

Ah.

Well, then, you're welcome.

(Police radio chatter continues)

♪

(Whirs)

Ooh.

Hi.

(Window continues whirring)

Been drinking today, ma'am?

No.

Uh... well, I... I was at brunch, and I... I guess I had a couple of drinks.

How long ago was this?

Oh, just like a couple of hours ago.

Which was at what time?

Uh, well, uh...

2:30 minus 2... um...

(Laughing) Oh, crap.

I guess I had more than I thought.

I'm gonna get you to take the keys out of the ignition.

Step out of the car, please.

Oh. Oh, my God. (Laughs) (Keys jangle)

(Police radio chatter)

Oh, that's fine. It's this way.

(Chuckles)

(Police radio chatter, radio static)

Hey there.

How you doing today?

Fine.

Where you coming from?

Home.

And where's that?

(Police radio chatter)

(Breathing heavily)

Can I see your license and reg...

(tires peal) 15-09. We're in a pursuit of a gold sedan, uh... east on Wilson.

(Tires screech)

(Siren wailing)

(Tires screech, gravel crunches)

(Engine turns off)

(Police radio chatter)

I don't see him.

15-09. We lost him.

(Static crackles)

Einstein thought he could drive through the gate.

Anything in the trunk?

(Trunk creaks)

Uh... nope. Just a teenage boy.

What?

Hey.

Officers, it was just a prank.

My friend was just messing around.

So he put you in the trunk of his car?

(Sighs) Look, okay, I'm totally fine.

My name is Alex. 2 plus 2 equals 4.

Go ahead. Ask anything.

Does your friend have a name?

I don't remember.

Of course you don't remember.

You know what? Your little B.F.F.

Blew through our traffic stop and almost ran over my partner.

So... we're gonna take you into the station until you do remember.

(Radio chatter)

We're gonna call your parents as soon as we get back to the station.

I don't have parents. I'm an orphan, like Batman.

Look, if you're not gonna tell us anything, we can't help you.

Oh, jeez.

What's wrong?

Uh, nothing. I'm totally fine.

I just...

Uh, Gail, his nose is bleeding.

We gotta get him to a hospital right away.

Uh, no. No, I'm good. Please.

(Clicks switch)

(Siren wailing) You're not dropping dead in the back of my squad car.

(Sighs)

This is nice. Hmm?

We're trying to get your lawyer on the phone, so just sit tight.

Okay, well, would you mind very much if I just sort of put my feet up over here?

Fill your boots.

Okay, thank you.

(Receiver clatters)

No luck with the lawyer.

He might have started his weekend early.

Then she's screwed.

(Chair wheels roll)

(Tone rings over P.A., man speaking indistinctly)

Having trouble sleeping?

Yeah, I don't think you're supposed to drink more than two of those a day.

What, are you a doctor?

No, but it's written on the side of the can.

Yeah, well, what's the worst that can happen?

Oh. Osteoporosis, high blood pressure.

Ulcers, heart disease, early onset diabetes.

(Can clatters)

Look...

I was in the exact same situation a year ago.

I couldn't sleep. I had zero appetite.

(Sighs) I ate a cheeseburger for breakfast this morning.

Can we just work?

Please? (Clears throat)

You bet.

This happens all the time. I'm kind of a bleeder.

Well, you must really k*ll it with the ladies.

Not really.

What, you don't have a girlfriend?

I used to have one.

What happened?

I don't really know.

Everything was going so great, and then all of a sudden, it was over.

Yeah, that happens sometimes.

Well, it shouldn't.

When you find someone you love, it should be forever, no matter what. I agree.

(Elevator bell dings)

How long does it take to get a room around here?

Oh, uh...

Andy, I don't think it's your day, 'cause that is Sam's ex-girlfriend.

What?

Oh, come on. This is not happening.

Andy.

Hey, Monica. So good to see you.

We're just prepping an examination room for your friend here.

Awesome. That's great.

Thank you. Take your time.

How's Sam?

Sam's good. Um... he just made detective.

I don't know if you knew that.

You got Sam Swarek into a suit, huh?

Never thought I'd see the day.

Well, yeah, it's just more of like a dress shirt and jeans combo, but we broke up, so I don't really have a say on his clothes anymore.

Oh.

Sorry. I... I didn't know.

That's okay.

No, we're really good friends still.

I've heard that before.

Okay. Um... well, his room should be ready by now.

That's super.

Room 2. Follow me.

(Clears throat)

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

Oh, uh, hey, you know, you really don't have to stick around here.

Uh, I wouldn't wanna hang out with my ex's ex just to make sure some dumb kid is okay.

Thank you for the offer, but I kinda like hanging out with you.

(Sighs deeply)

(Cries)

Have a good day, sir. Safe driving.

Thanks, Officer.

12 arrests already.

I had no idea so many people drank in the afternoon.

Yeah, I'm totally, totally freaked for Izzy to start driving.

So how is the family?

Good. Kids are totally obnoxious.

Go up to the front.

Yeah.

How are you and Zoe?

I mean, Dov had mentioned...

Dov?

Great. Okay. Uh... it's a struggle.

Zoe is, uh, skeptical... you know, about everything.

So there you go. I'm there.

You should come by the place this weekend.

You know, maybe Zoe and Denise can hang out.

We can fire up the 'cue, maybe head down to Woodbine for a swim.

(Laughs) That is not gonna happen, Diaz.

(Chuckles) First time you see me in a speedo, it'll be the last, man. Game over.

They'll never partner us again.

You're just gonna be a guy who feels like half a man.

(Laughing)

That's... all right.

(Laughs) What?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Red car, black hood.

That's gotta be Swarek's suspect.

(Static crackles) Collins, get Price and wander down here.

I need backup.

(Static crackles)

Diaz, you're gonna stay very close to me.

You're gonna keep your eyes on that brand-new car.

♪

Sir, turn off the car!

Throw the keys on top of the roof!

♪

What's he doing?

(Both unholster g*ns)

Driver!

Turn off the car! Keys on the roof!

(Holsters click)

Do it now!

(Engine turns off)

Now! (Keys jangle)

Hands out the window now!

Go get him.

(Holster clicks)

On the ground now. Hands behind your head.

Why don't you try asking politely next time?

Hey. (Oliver) Oh!

(Car door closes) Down. Down.

(Grunts)

Diaz, you good?

Yeah, I'm good. (Handcuffs click)

Price, call Swarek. Tell him we got his guy.

Get him up.

Let's go.

(Chloe) Dispatch, this is 15-03.

(Alex speaking indistinctly)

Get away from him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Hey, hey!

(Clattering)

Alex. What's going on? (Panting)

I don't want her to touch me. I'm not taking off my clothes!

Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Calm down.

(Continues panting)

Come on. Just go sit down.

Alex was in the bathroom, changing.

It was taking a long time, so I knocked and opened the door.

Alex is a girl.

Guess she didn't want anyone to know.

(Police radio chatter)

Youth services will be here soon.

(Police radio chatter)

You must be Alex.

Hi. I'm Detective Nash.

So the nurse tells me that you have a concussion...

(Clicks pen) that you got your head banged up today.

You wanna tell me how that happened?

Not really.

Did someone hurt you?

(Chuckles)

(Inhales deeply) I'm from a crappy little town you've never heard of, and today my parents just kicked me out of our house.

(Sighs)

My hair, the... the way I dress... they thought it was just a phase, but it's not.

They couldn't handle the truth.

Just made it about what everyone else was gonna say.

And so you left and came here.

That girl I told you about... she lives here.

Well, who was driving the car?

Her brother.

(Inhales deeply) He came home. He... saw us together, and he just flipped out.

And she was my only friend.

Well, the social worker will be here soon.

She'll help us figure this out.

My head hurts. Can you call a nurse?

Of course.

Come check on you in a bit.

(Door opens)

So Alex has been dealt some pretty bad luck.

There's nothing we can do about that.

But we can track down the son of a bitch who stuffed him in the trunk of a car.

Plates are registered to a house in Etobicoke.

Go check it out. I will wait for the social worker.

Okay.

Our guy is Cesar Medina.

He actually grew up around here, but his car's registered to an address in Montreal.

Wow, that's a decent rap sheet.

Affiliation with Los viboras.

Nasty crew.

Yeah.

All right. Forensics is finished with the car.

No sign of a g*n, but g*nsh*t trauma was found.

Three separate sh*ts to the vehicle.

And we only found four casings on scene, right?

Yeah. One in the kid, three in the car.

He took fire, but he never sh*t back.

(Door buzzes and beeps)

Hey, Cesar. I'm Detective Swarek, and, uh, I would like to be your friend here.

Pfft. Bro, does that ever work?

Not very often, which is a shame, because, uh, you could use a friend right now.

That's where you're wrong.

I don't need you to be my friend.

His name was Ricardo Sanchez.

Took a b*llet in the neck last night.

(Photos rustling)

I'd love to know who sh*t him.

This kid's family's grieving, Cesar.

They need answers.

I am his family.

What?

I am his family.

Richie's my baby cousin.

And now he's dead because of a b*llet that was meant for you?

Detective... charge me or let me go.

Either way you look at it, I got nothing to say to you.

(Chris) He knows who did it.

I think he's too scared to talk.

I'm guessing he doesn't wanna tell us 'cause he's planning to clean up his own mess.

I don't know. Background on Cesar Medina checks out.

Moved from Montreal two years ago, got a job, went back to school.

And he's been clean since he's been there.

Okay, all right. That was g*ns and gangs.

Turns out, about four years ago, Viboras actually had a beef with the Jameson boys.

What started as a club incident turned into a turf thing.

And Cesar was in the middle of that?

Cesar and a guy named, uh... Jameson guy named Shay Bishop.

Uh... Shay Bishop.

Shay Bishop, huh?

Yeah, he's been a houseguest of ours a few times.

Shouldn't be hard to get an address on him.

Right. Okay. You and Diaz track him down.

Collins, Price, see if you can find a more recent connection between Cesar and Bishop.

Absolutely.

Sure.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna talk to the victim's mom, she what she has to say about her nephew Cesar.

Okay, Shay Bishop. Uh, two counts of possession.

Ooh, and a count of ag as*ault, because he broke a guy's jaw with a brick.

(Radio chatter)

None of this stuff has anything to do with Cesar Medina.

Just keep looking.

So, uh... got any scoop on Dov?

Come on. Don't be all like bro code" about it.

Dov and those other guys are a lot closer 'cause they all came up together.

I'm not really part of the inner sanctum.

(Computer beeps)

But... you went undercover with Andy for, like, six months.

(Tone rings over P.A., man speaking indistinctly)

You guys went all U.C. ninja.

(Lowered voice) You helped cr*ck a meth ring.

(Sighs) Fine.

But it must have been amazing.

It was.

Okay, so give me the scoop.

What was your, like, favorite memory?

No, no. Your most fun story.

It's just small things, really.

Yeah?

There was this... this one time we were tracking these two guys, and we had to stay up for...

29, 30 hours straight through.

Nice.

Playing these little games to keep ourselves awake.

Yeah.

And we had this one where we'd tune into this station that just played old French movies, and we'd put it on mute, and then we'd dub the old movies...

(Speaks indistinctly)

No, she...

Oh, um, I was talking about U.C. stuff like policing, but...

Oh, yeah. No, I... uh... it was good.

It was fun. It was intense, but... it was good.

Cool. Cool.

Sorry. I thought you meant...

(Typing) (Computer beeps)

(Dog barking in distance)

(Police radio chatter)

Afternoon. Hey there.

How you doing today?

Could be better.

Who are you picking up?

Some kid named Teddy.

(Horn honks)

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, Teddy. Where you headed?

(Gail) You take the back!

Aah!

(Radio chatter)

That is what happens when you run.

(Girl) Stop! Don't... don't hurt him!

Just, please, it's not his fault...

We're not gonna hurt him, okay?

It's my fault. It's my fault.

Just calm down. We're just gonna talk with him.

Come with me, okay?

This whole thing just got so messed up.

Dawn, don't say anything.

(Sighs)

I came home, and they had their clothes half off.

If I'd come home any later, who knows what that freak would have done?

Watch your mouth.

I knew I shouldn't have invited Alex here.

I knew if anybody found out, it would be bad.

So then what happened when Alex came over today?

We hung out in my room.

We watched some stuff on YouTube.

And...

We... kissed a little.

But that's all until Teddy came home.

He just freaked out.

He threw Alex up against the wall, and I think Alex hit his head.

It all happened really fast.

The next thing I knew, Teddy was dragging him out to the car.

You should be out there looking for that weirdo instead of hassling me.

I was just protecting my sister.

Oh, by putting Alex in the trunk of your car?

I was gonna take him to the hospital and dump him.

My priority was Dawn, not the boy-girl I found on top of her.

(Handcuffs clacking)

Teddy Fisher, you are under arrest for as*ault and kidnapping.

Are you serious?

Do I not look s... hey!

Dawn!

I need to talk to Dawn!

Look what you did.

(Grunts)

They're arresting me. This is your fault.

(Handcuffs clicking)

What the hell were you thinking, bringing that freak show in our house?!

I don't know!

I'm sorry, okay?

I just really liked him!

Hey, I was serious about before.

We should get our kids together for a playdate, since we're both sticking around this weekend.

Toddlers and teenagers don't really have a lot in common.

You know that, right?

(Radio chatter) Christian's really mature for his age.

Yeah? How old is he?

He's 2 1/2.

My kid has blue hair and a nose ring.

All right, you know what? Forget it.

Look, I thought maybe we could help each other out, but never mind.

Whoa.

Help each other out?

You know, with Zoe and Denise.

What is wrong with Denise?

(Radio chatter)

All right.

S... so Denise likes rug hooking, so I tried rug hooking.

And she likes reality TV, so I watch it with her.

You know, I tell her she looks beautiful every single morning, even when her hair is weird, and nothing is working.

The only thing we have in common is Christian.

Diaz, is that why you didn't go camping?

Can't bring Denise.

I mean, everyone would see how we are together.

I don't...

I don't want them to know.

(Radio chatter continues)

(Oliver) I think you gotta keep trying things with Denise.

You know? It's gonna get easier.

Or it's gonna all come crashing down.

(Sighs)

Either way, you did everything you could to try to make it work.

(Door unlocks)

(Door creaks)

Officers. Always a pleasure.

You by yourself?

Of course.

You mind if we come in?

Come on in.

Thanks, Shay.

Should've told me you were coming.

I would've picked up a six-pack.

(Door closes) Yeah, you know what?

It's the thought that counts, right, pal?

Well, you could search all you want, but you're not gonna find anything. I'm clean.

Oh, you're clean, huh?

Mm-hmm.

So you don't know anything about a sh**ting?

(Police radio chatter, siren wailing in distance)

Last night, skate park on River.

16-year-old kid got sh*t and k*lled.

Oh, I'm sorry, gentlemen, but last night I was over in lockup over at 27 for a... misunderstanding.

Uh-huh.

The kid got hit because someone was taking sh*ts at Cesar Medina.

I figured it'd be a good bet.

Medina?

Thought he was out or whatever.

Moved away.

Well, he came back for a visit.

Ooh, bad move.

That's a bad move? Why is that?

Those Viboras... they... they take blood oaths and stuff like that.

Only way you leave those guys is in a box.

So you're saying it's his own guys that were after him?

Hey, all I'm saying is it wasn't us.

(Radio chatter, siren wailing in distance)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Door buzzes in distance)

So I've called your parents.

It's gonna take 'em a few hours to get back into town.

In the meantime, we're gonna have to separate you two.

Okay, so where do you want him?

Take him up to my office.

(Radio chatter, telephone rings)

Alex is missing.

He took off from the hospital when the social worker was with him.

Now do you have any idea where he might be?

No. I have no idea.

(Sighs) Okay. Take her to the interview room.

Okay.

(Door buzzes and beeps)

Look, with all due respect, detective.

I'm not new at this, all right?

(Door closes) You have no charges against me, so you've got, what, about another hour before you let me go?

A few of your Viboras brothers.

Unh-unh. Not anymore.

Not anymore.

I hear they, uh, don't take too well to members walking out on them. Is that what happened?

I paid my way out.

Cut my ties. I moved away.

Did exactly what they asked.

All right, so why'd you come back?

I came back to look up on Richie.

You know, didn't have a Dad, try to be there for him.

Typical ghetto story.

Mm-hmm. Right.

I spoke to his aunt. She said Richie was a great kid, sweet, always smiling.

Sounds like he was doing fine to me.

I'm gonna be honest with you.

Richie loved skateboarding.

I put some money aside, wanted to get him a custom board made.

That's why I came back. I wanted to surprise him.

(Clicks teeth)

Cesar... you're good with kids, right?

You love your job.

I called your boss in Montreal.

He tells me you're counseling teenagers now, helping 'em get out of the gangs.

They respect you 'cause you turned your life around.

(Clicks teeth)

So? So? (Sniffs)

So now you wanna go back?

You gonna get outta here, g*n those guys down who sh*t your cousin and throw that all away?

Show me who sh*t Richie. Let me take care of it.

I told you. I told you already, man.

I did not see their faces.

Look, let me go home.

I promise you I'll think about it.

Anything comes up, I'll let you know.

I promise. Just let me go. (Clicks teeth)

(Door buzzes and beeps)

He ain't talking.

Well, I can't keep him here any longer.

Best case scenario... he's back on the street in half an hour.

We could cut him loose, tail him.

Let him know we're watching.

He's not gonna care. He's made up his mind.

(Sighs) We let this guy walk outta here, he's gonna spend the rest of his life in prison.

(Knocks)

Sir...

Sir, I think we found something.

I mean, we definitely found something, but by something, I... we just...

Collins?

Tech recovered these from the victim's cell.

That's what I was gonna say.

Text messages, all sent within an hour of the sh**ting.

(Paper rustles)

(Whispers) Oh, man.

Guess Cesar can stop feeling guilty.

(Door buzzes and beeps)

Bro, I'm done.

I just want you to see something before you go, Cesar.

No, I'm done. I got nothing.

Text messages from your cousin Richie last night.

I'm not interested.

Okay, I'm gonna read 'em to you.

(Sighs) Sent 9:47 P.M... "He's back. All good."

Received 9:52 P.M... "Cool."

Sent 10:23 P.M...

Bro, is this getting anywhere?

"Cruising around."

Sent 10:45 P.M... "Heading to skate park."

Received 10:52 P.M...

"Ready for you. Get him here."

Sent 10:53 P.M... "Cool."

I'm sorry, man.

It looks like your cousin Richie set you up.

He wouldn't.

Who did you tell you were coming back to town?

(Sniffles)

I told my aunt and Richie.

Okay, and whose idea was it to go to the skate park?

Richie's.

He wouldn't do that. (Sniffles)

He's a great kid.

He's a great kid.

Why would he do something like that?

How old were you when you got hooked up with Los Viboras?

14.

I was 14.

And what'd you have to do?

(Sniffles)

Cesar.

I know you wanna take care of these guys.

I get that, believe me, but your cousin made a choice.

If his buddies were a better sh*t, you would be dead right now, not Richie.

(Inhales and exhales deeply)

Cesar, listen. Listen.

You got out.

So stay out.

Let me do my job. Let me take care of it.

(Sighs)

(Sniffles)

(Sighs)

(Exhales)

(Exhales) Paolo was the sh**t.

Tee had his back.

(Sniffs)

(Exhales)

(Sighs)

(Indistinct conversations)

All right. Thanks. Bye.

(Receiver clatters) Hey.

Any luck tracking Alex?

That's a big fat negative.

(Buzzing) It's Dawn's.

She left it in our squad car, and it's been buzzing nonstop.

(Buzzing continues)

(Telephone ringing in distance)

Open the bag. Get your phone out.

(Zipper whirs)

(Buzzing continues)

It's Alex.

Answer it.

No.

Dawn, answer your phone.

(Buzzing continues)

I'm serious. Answer the phone.

He came here to be with me.

(Buzzing continues)

I was supposed to make it better.

Instead I got him b*at up and thrown away like a piece of garbage.

(Buttons click)

Alex? It's Officer McNally.

What? No, no, no, no. Hold on a second.

Just stop.

(Gail) What?

I... I couldn't really understand what he was saying, but I think that he was calling to tell Dawn good-bye for good.

Head to the bus station. Maybe we'll catch a break, and you'll find Alex waiting for a bus home.

Yeah, and if we're not that lucky?

I'm gonna talk to Dawn again.

I'm hoping she knows more than she thinks.

Come on, Alex. Pick up the phone.

Okay, just send him a text and say that Dawn needs to talk to him and just see if you can get him on video.

Okay.

(Buttons clicking, cell phone chimes)

Hope this works.

(Radio chatter)

(Cell phone buzzes)

Alex?

It's Officer McNally.

Where's Dawn?

She said she needed... she said she needed to see me.

Uh, no, Dawn is really worried about you.

She asked me to talk to you.

Andy, he doesn't sound good.

Alex, you gotta tell us where you are.

Dawn, I'm so, so sorry.

Everything just... just got all screwed up.

God, I have to put the phone down now, okay?

No, no, no, wait. Alex, just... crap.

Hey, trace, we just had him on video.

It looked like he was in a motel room.

Did Alex say anything about a motel?

Anywhere he might be staying?

No, he didn't.

Okay, what else did you see in the video?

A bed. Uh, a couple windows.

Uh, the doors looked bright red.

Like fire engine red?

Yeah.

Try the Silver Beach Motel.

We did a john sweep there two months ago.

All right. Silver Beach Motel.

That's Park Lawn and Lakeshore.

(Siren wailing)

(Tires screeching)

(Radio chatter)

(Alex) Hi. We're looking for a teenage boy.

Blue and red striped shirt.

(Man speaks indistinctly)

111.

It's at the end.

That way!

Alex?

(Pounds on door) Alex!

Oh, it's locked.

No, we gotta kick it in.

One, two, three.

Oh, my God. 15-09.

We need medics to the Silver Beach Motel.

(Static crackles)

(Female dispatcher) Unit 15-09...

Gail, I need something.

To your location.

Thank you.

(Radio chatter)

(Siren wailing in distance)

Oh. What did you do?

(Sirens wailing)

My parents won't talk to me.

They won't even look at me.

Nobody will talk to me.

(Sighs) You should've just left me.

Look, I... I don't know how hard it is to be you.

(Monitor beeping steadily)

But that is not the answer.

Look at me.

You are not worthless.

I don't know what else to do.

I think you just keep going.

And every day it just... gets better little by little.

(Sighs) How do you know?

Look, you're 15 years old, and you already know who you are.

I mean, that takes most people such a long time to figure out, believe me.

I think you're incredibly brave.

And you're smart and kind.

And honestly, the world is a better place with you in it.

I just met you, and I'm sure of that.

So... let's keep going.

Okay?

(Door opens)

Hi.

You ready to hit the highway?

I'm gonna stay here a little bit longer, just make sure they're okay.

Actually, you know what?

Why don't you guys just go without me?

Oh, no. I am not going without you.

I barely wanna go with you.

Okay. (Chuckles) Well, I'll drive up tomorrow.

You sure?

Yes.

(Sighs)

What kind of cheeseburger?

Pardon?

Well, you said you had a cheeseburger for breakfast.

I was just wondering what kind.

Like, was it, uh, store-bought or homemade?

Because I just bought a bunch of hamburger patties for this camping trip we go on every year, and I was wondering if maybe they're the same ones.

She d*ed... the woman I sh*t.

I went by the hospital to see how she was doing, and they told me she passed away.

So, no, Dov, I haven't been sleeping, because I've been too busy going over that sh**ting again and again, wondering if I could have done something different.

Four years on S.W.A.T., and I never had to pull the trigger.

Wildlife documentaries.

Try watching 'em before you go to bed.

They helped me get through the night.

Oh.

And teen fiction novels.

I know it sounds weird, but trust me, they... they work.

Thanks.

Have a nice weekend.

Day trip? You'll be back by dinner.

You know, Denise won't even know you're gone.

Plus she can spare you for the day, right?

Dov, I already told you, man. I...

Come on. It's our last chance to all be together.

(Closes locker door) I'll see you next Tuesday.

You're on a leash.

You should know that.

Hey, Epstein.

Go easy on Diaz.

Uh, okay. I'm just busting his chops.

Uh, gotta be kinda tough that he's taking off, yeah?

Yeah, it is it's like losing a brother.

Yeah. And you've said it yourself.

He's the guy who will always do the right thing even when it sucks.

Right?

So... you know, go a little easy on Diaz.

You ready to do this thing?

You don't really wanna go camping, do you?

No.

We're going. We're going.

Leo's been looking forward to this for weeks.

I have an idea.

(Serena Ryan) ♪ so many reasons ♪
♪ I'm never gonna get enough ♪
♪ If you should leave this country ♪
♪ You know I'll come to you ♪

Uh... what are you guys doing here?

You should be halfway to Algonquin by now.

Shut up.

Come on.

(Sets down bag) ♪ oh, what I wouldn't do ♪
♪ I'll carry the weight ♪

Whoa.

(Laughs) ♪ I'll do anything for you ♪

You did all this?

Uh, yeah, it's not the same if we're not together.

(Traci) Hey, you.

(Speaks indistinctly) (Laughs)

(Dov) All right. (Bottles clink)

♪ Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh ♪

Ow.

♪ Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh ♪

There you go.

Don't worry. It's organic.

Hey.

You wanna...

We even got a tent set up for the little guys.

Wow.

Are you guys hungry? Can I get you a burger?

Yeah.

This is nice.

Yeah. This is...

(Chuckles)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Crunches) Hey!

Hey. Look... before you say anything, I invited her, so be nice.

I'm always nice.

I need a beer.

(Bottle caps fizz) (Laughs)

Yeah. (Laughs)

(Chris) Well, you know... we got a couple things that...

Um... Gail?

Hey.

Hey. Um...

Can we just... start over?

And be what?

Be besties? We can be girlfriends.

Well, why not?

Yeah.

Right?

Bring it in here.

Okay. Sure.

Oh!

Okay. That's... that's what friends do.

Yeah. Cool.

Okay, well, if... if we're gonna be girlfriends, do you mind if I start by giving you some friendly advice?

Of course. Cool.

Okay, so this thing you have with Dov...

Yeah.

You know, showing up at the house, like, every day...

Yeah.

Yeah.

I think it's really creepy, and I think it's pathetic, and I think it's desperate.

Well, that's not very friendly advice.

No, and you getting chummy with my boyfriend so that he'll let you follow him around wherever he goes like a little border collie...

Wow.

"Wow" what?

You're, like, a terrible person.

Like I haven't heard that before.

I... I... I don't know how Nick... he's like the complete opposite of you.

God, no wonder he's falling for Andy.

What?

♪ Under different shades of blue ♪

Just.. forget it.

♪ I've fallen in your water ♪
♪ Oh, what I wouldn't do ♪

(Nick laughs)

♪ Oh, what I wouldn't do ♪
♪ Oh, what I wouldn't do ♪