04x10 - You Are Here

[bunniefuu]

I was in the garage.

She comes out. She just starts yelling at me.

I heard the sh*ts, Bill.

Okay... hey, hey, hey.

No!

He promised me two weeks ago that he would stop sh**ting at raccoons.

What are we...

Hey!

I will take both of you in if you cannot settle.

And I haven't... I don't know the last time I actually cleaned out the back of my squad, so it's really not worth it. Do you understand?

Yes.

Do you understand?

(Radio chatter)

Yes.

Yes? Great.

Oh, partner. What's the 4-1-1?

None of the neighbors heard anything.

There were no g*nshots.

Just... just screaming.

Loud, annoying screaming, which is why we got called.

Are we gonna be coming back here today?

No.

No?

No.

Great. Thank you for your time.

We've become those people.

Is this because I forgot our anniversary?

Ooh.

D'oh!

Woman: - Eight years, Bill.

That's really bad.

That's bad.

Bronze! Bronze!

(Bill speaking indistinctly) It still smells weird here.

Is it Bill?

Bill.

Bill!

Did you ever sh**t any skunks over here?

I haven't sh*t at anything.

If it's the smell you're talking about, it's always around.

All right. Thank you, thank you.

Hey, Peck, come here.

(Radio chatter)

Does this house look weird to you?

We're in suburbia. Every house looks weird to me.

No. (Sniffs)

(Sniffs)

That's super skunky. Hmm?

(Radio chatter continues)

This meter's been tampered with.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

(Lowered voice) Yeah, what the hell do you get someone for a bronze anniversary?

Probable cause.

(Radio chatter)

All right, give me a hand.

(Grunts)

Ho-ho-ho!

(Gail laughs)

We just busted a grow-op.

Yo, G...

(Laughs)

We busted a grow-op.

This is cause to celebrate.

Yes!

We should go shopping. We should buy something.

Yes!

We should buy shoes.

And weapons.

Yes. That's it. Weapons and shoes.

That is how you celebrate something like this.

(Sirens wailing, radio chatter)

Rookie Blue 04x10 You Are Here Originally Aired August 22, 2013

Bro, easy on the slammity-slammage.

If you take a second to talk to me like a human, I could tell you you got the wrong guy.

(Grunts) (Thuds)

Right. Except Officer Shaw over there found you... sneaking out the back door of this house, which is swimming in illegal marijuana plants.

So for the intents and purposes of this arrest... you are...

(Slams object down) the right guy.

Anyone ever tell you you look like Al Pacino from that movie with that other guy who you also kinda look like?

Whoops.

(Sunglasses clatter)

I don't think that was an accident.

(Scoffs) - Right.

This whole dumb blonde thing, okay?

I'm not buying it.

Stop acting all non-comprende.

I was picking up dope. That's it, guy.

I'm sorry. Did you just call me "Guy"?

Sammy, Sammy. Why don't I take this one?

All right? Shift's almost over.

It'll get you that much closer to the weekend.

Yeah.

(Gail) "Dumb blonde"?

(Chuckles)

Really?

(Chuckles)

(Door buzzes) Seriously.

Pizza rolls for 3 bucks?

Sometimes you gotta stand up to the man and say, "Coupon or not..."

(Oliver) - Yeah.

"I'm getting that sale price."

Yeah, man.

I'm right behind you. I know it.

Look, it's the booking fairy! All right.

Price, save me from my hell.

Booking fairy's bangin'.

No, no, no, no, no. We do not harass the booking fairy.

(Door buzzes) Understood?

Price, are you living down here now, or what?

Fourth shift this week.

Frank must be really impressed with my work.

Well, at least you're not getting special treatment, huh?

This is Chuck Dolson.

Found him at the grow-op on Euclid.

He was, uh, picking up marijuana.

Here's a cell phone, blue lighter.

(Radio chatter)

This... is a picture of a dog.

It's not mine, though.

It's a dog I aspire to own one day.

Dogspiration, yo.

(Laughs) He speaks your language.

Enjoy. Chuck...

This is Officer Price. You will refer to her as such.

Do you understand?

Mm-hmm.

Bye, Chuck.

(Radio chatter)

Officer Collins, good to see you.

You're looking very well these days.

Uh...

(Lowered voice) Wh-what are you doing?

I thought we agreed this is how we were gonna talk to each other in public.

(Lowered voice) - Oh...

Well, I guess that movie tonight's gonna be a lot of fun.

(Alert beeps, radio chatter)

Andy, it's just a movie.

Lots of people at this division hang out.

Yeah? Naked?

Lots of people at this division hang out naked?

Uh, I hope not. Rudy invited me over for a poker game this weekend, so...

Nick!

This is serious.

Okay, we can't keep doing this until Gail knows about us.

Movies, dinners, whatever it is, it just... feels sneaky.

Okay. I'll tell her.

No, no, no, no, no! Get back here.

You can't tell her. I have to. She's my friend.

So...

I will.

First chance I get.

I just haven't had the opportunity yet.

All right, well...

I already prepaid for popcorn, so...

Here's hoping opportunity knocks.

First shift back. How you feeling?

(Sighs) Dov, how'd I get here?

Uh, same as always. You know...

Riverdale, Broadview, west on Gerrard...

(Snickers)

No. I mean here. This desk.

Well, you asked Frank for your job back, and, uh... he gave it to you.

(Scoffs) I mean, it feels like I'm starting all over again.

You know?

I'm single. I'm riding a desk.

Chris, you're an experienced officer.

Everyone knows that.

I know, but...

What do experienced officers do after a long shift?

Good ones go over their notes.

Which is exactly what we would be doing...

If we weren't going to the Penny.

I gotta get up early and look for a place.

No, no, no, no, no. Diaz is back at 15.

Tonight we celebrate.

(Door buzzes)

Hey, so I'm glad you're not a corpse.

Excuse me?

Well, I hadn't heard back from you.

I was starting to get worried you got, uh, run over by a bus or something.

You know, some might say that you were, I don't know, obnoxious.

And some might also say that ignoring somebody's calls is kind of obnoxious, too.

Look, Steve...

I-I'm not looking to date anyone right now.

That's a damn shame.

I'm sorry.

No, no, don't do that. It's cool.

I'm cool. You're cool.

We're cool.

I'll see ya.

(Buckle clicking, showers running)

And here I was, just thinking, I hope somebody comes and stands uncomfortably close to me right now.

(Laughs)

Har-de-har-har. Do you know why I came over?

I came over 'cause you seem stressed, Sam. Are you stressed?

Yeah, I'm stressed about how long it's gonna take me to get to Niagara if I don't get out of this joint in the next ten minutes and b*at traffic.

Blackjack. Are you in?

No. No. Nope. I am... I'm not.

And neither are you. Look at this. Look at this.

What is... what is that?

What do you mean, what is that?

It's a cabin. I bought it.

(Scoffs) You... You... you bought it?

Yeah. That I did. That I did.

Another 15 years, this baby's gonna be all mine.

Look at that, man. You know what?

I'm picking up the keys today, and guess who's lucky enough to be coming with me.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Yeah?

Places like this need work, and it's work I don't wanna do.

You know what? You just said it.

You need a break. I need a break.

All right? And you know where...

Where grown men go to take breaks?

In places just like this.

Come on, man. Did you ever read "Into The Wild"?

No, but I saw the movie, and I'm pretty sure the guy starved to death at the end.

True. Okay.

So it's the work that you're worried about.

So we'll take backup, okay?

A couple of rookies who know their way around a hammer.

Huh? Scot-free, we're off Calypso Collapso. Watch this.

Hey, Diaz, Epstein, how are you boys?

What are you up to this evening?

Uh, not too much. Just gonna go to the Penny. Why?

Okay, Penny Shmenny. Check that out, man.

Huh? What do you think of that, brother?

You... me, Sam.

It'll be like a beer commercial, especially since you are gonna bring the beer.

I can't. I got an early start tomorrow.

We're in. How much beer?

(Oliver) Nice! As much as you can carry.

We're leaving in ten minutes. Ten minutes!

(Door closes)

You see?

What?

We're in. We're men.

(Door opens)

We're going to a cabin.

(Thud)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Door buzzes in distance)

Hey.

Hey.

(Sets cup down)

(Refrigerator door opens)

Oh. (Chuckles) Look at that.

You take cream in your tea, too.

That's funny.

(Chuckles) Yeah.

That's actually hysterical.

Well, I mean, most people will take it with milk or just black.

(Pouring tea)

Can you say that tea is black, or is that just coffee?

Hey. Why are you so twitchy?

I'm not. I'm not. I'm just, uh...

I'm really happy that we're friends.

You know, or whatever it is that we are, and I would never want to do anything to jeopardize that.

And... and if I did do something to jeopardize that, then I would want to talk about it.

Okay, then let's talk about it.

Okay.

Good. Good.

Lines of communication are... open.

(Inhales)

Here goes.

(Stammers)

This isn't really how I communicate.

Right.

Wow. Okay, so I did that.

But that was long overdue.

(Radio chatter)

And now I have to go. (Alert beeps, woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

You know what? I'm not gonna tell you.

You tell me. We'll take a... yeah...

Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Something tells me people are being asked to stay late. Yep, but not us.

We're gonna go out booking, all right?

Yeah. Step lightly. Come on, boys.

(Radio chatter, telephone ringing)

(Oliver) Sam!

You're k*lling me, man!

Woman: Half of the oncoming shift is out with food poisoning.

Who busted the grow-op on Euclid?

Oh, I did, Staff.

Well, it's a big job, and we could use some extra uniforms to help out.

That is, unless you have anything else on the go.

Great.

(Radio chatter)

I don't know, might be nice to work with some new people, right?

Sure.

(Radio chatter continues)

(Door creaks)

(Radio chatter) Whoa.

(Camera shutter clicking)

Trace? What are you doing here?

I am the detective on this.

I'm overseeing the investigation.

Oh.

Okay, so what are we supposed to be doing here, besides wasting our precious time?

Forensics can't really go over the scene until all the plants have been cleared.

Cleared?

We were brought here to clear plants?

Gail, many people find gardening therapeutic.

(Nick) Suit up, ladies.

Thanks.

(Radio chatter, shutter clicking continues)

Hey, is there something else I can do?

Paperwork? Anything?

Okay, what's going on?

Something's up with you and Gail. What is it?

No. We're good.

We're great.

Hey, Nash. You flying solo on this?

Yep. It's a grow-op.

So tons of filing, chain of custody.

I can hardly contain myself.

Well, maybe it just got a little more glamorous.

Man: Found him in the container by the plants.

Hell of a day to be flying solo.

(Young Rival) ♪ She's been to jail two times before ♪
♪ Her father was a cop All right, load up, men, we're here!

Beautiful.

Yeah, man.

Not so far from the city, but...

Here you go.

Feels like a million miles away.

Grab whatever you can.

♪

(Whirring) Ohh!

♪ She says, "Is it true?

♪ You and me are through?"

Take a deep breath.

(Inhales)

You know what that smell is?

Exhaust fumes?

(Mocking laugh)

That is freedom.

(Keys jangle)

Huh? Take a moment. Come on.

(Cooler clatters on ground)

Enjoy it. (Inhales)

(Cell phone chirps) No, no, no!

Hey. No phones. Not today.

Today we return from whence we came.

I'll take that.

Thank you, Dov. Yours, too, Diaz.

No gadgets. No shackles from our former lives.

(Cell phone rings) Oh.

(Beep) That's Celery. I want to take this.

Hey. Hi, darlin', how are ya?

(Door creaks) Yeah, we made it, no problem.

Yeah. Now we're here.

Okay, darlin'. Bye.

All right, it's tour time!

(Door closes)

We have two bedrooms. The bathroom is over there.

We are, uh, standing in the living room, as I overstate the obvious.

(Door opens)

Ah. Diaz, feel free.

Help yourself to anything that's in the, um, in the fridge.

There's nothing in the fridge.

Oh, yeah. Right, right, right, right.

If you wouldn't mind, man, the cooler's right here.

Empty it out, pal.

Bunk beds?

Not it!

Oh, perfect, okay. Sam has chosen the couch.

You guys will have the room with the bunk beds.

I'll be in the master suite.

Well, how come we automatically get the bunk beds?

I thought this was a democracy.

Oh, it is. It is.

Feel free to complain all you want.

Top or bottom?

Don't ever ask me that again.

(Laughs) (Claps hands)

All right, let's get this party started.

We got, uh, Zeppelin, we got, uh, Bowie, we got, uh...

Come on. No power.

Here, let me... give me that.

It's probably just the batteries, man.

You gotta give 'em a spin.

(Switch clicking) No, he's right. No power.

Which also means no heat.

Okay. That's...

Yeah, that's no big deal.

(Sighs) Come on, dudes, we're, uh, men.

These are problems that men fix.

If the generator is not working, then we will repair it.

In the meantime, you two go out into the forest and grab us a couple pieces of firewood.

Huh.

Yeah.

Sammy and I will get the generator going by the time you get back. So... (Claps hands)

Hop to it, rookies.

(Bird calling)

I'll empty your cooler.

(Blows raspberry)

(Door buzzes and beeps) Chuck Dolson.

I'm Detective Nash.

(Door closes) That grow-op we arrested you at...

Turns out we found a dead guy.

Somebody sh*t him.

Like you to tell me what you know about that.

Wh-what do you mean?

Who is he? You know him?

No.

Yeah, I mean, I don't know. Maybe. Kind of.

Can I get some water?

I have mad pasties. I can't even swallow. (Laughs)

Not until you tell me who that is.

Can you not yell at me?

I don't do well with hostility.

According to my notes, you were at the grow-op picking up dr*gs, so you a dealer?

Yeah... (Chuckles)

But my clientele is très limitée.

I'm not super business-savvy.

I only pick up every few weeks from that guy.

I don't even know his last name.

First name?

Ivan.

I went over there today. He wasn't around.

Door was open, I went in, figured I'd blaze a j-man, wait for him to show up, but he never did.

I was heading out when that officer grabbed me and handed me over to that crotchety black-haired dude.

Yeah. Officer Swarek. So how well did you know Ivan?

Not well. I mean, besides buying off of him.

We weren't friends or anything, but he seemed like a stand-up dude.

I think he had a gum problem, though, 'cause his breath was mad bad.

I thought I should tell him, but how do you say something like that?

Chuck.

Right. Sorry. Focus. Sorry.

I wish I could help you.

(Exhales)

(Slides photos on desk)

What happens now?

(Door buzzes and beeps)

You sit tight.

Mary Jane.

Ganja.

Wacky tabacky.

Reefer.

Giggle stick.

That's not one.

It is. I swear.

(Radio chatter) (Typing)

Are you looking it up?

Mm-hmm.

Why do I feel like no one takes me seriously at this division?

You know, I volunteered for this platoon 'cause I thought, maybe for a change, I'd get treated differently. Whoa, Chloe, easy.

I didn't mean anything by it.

No, just forget it.

Let's just figure out who's connected to this stupid grow house and move on.

(Traci sighs)

My first solo homicide.

Star witness is freakin' Cheech.

Which one is Cheech? Is he the smart one?

Was there a smart one?

(Cell phone chimes)

It was a joke.

(Beep)

Oh, the grow house is clear.

Which means I can head back, take a look at the scene.

It might help if I had a uniform with me.

Somebody with good eyes, good instinct.

Well, that sounds like a good job for Officer Price.

It does?

It does?

I'll hang back, just follow up on some of these leads.

A'ight. Chloe it is.

(Clicks pen)

Giggle stick.

Giggle stick.

(Radio chatter)

(Groans) It's hot in here.

Yep. Gives new meaning to the term hot box."

(Laughs) Andy?

If you have something to say, can you say it?

If not, can you stop acting weird?

(Liquid splashes)

What the hell?

(Sighs) No, you're right.

What the hell? Okay, listen.

Gail, I am so sorry, but something happened...

Aah! Ahh! What?!

God, my wrist is burning!

Oh, it's burning, it's burning.

It's industrial drain cleaner.

Ugh! (Panting)

Whoa! Okay, okay, okay!

I think we need to get you to the hospital.

Let's go.

(Panting)

(Birds calling and chirping)

You know, it is pretty nice out here.

Glad we came.

Yeah. It's awesome.

What's wrong?

You know what, Chris? Maybe you're right.

I thought we'd crossed over, but... (Scoffs) Look at us.

Errand boys.

Come on, man, that's... that's not true.

I mean, what's it gonna take to get these guys' respect?

You know, I think we should just focus on the task at hand, find some wood, and get out of here.

Okay. What about that tree right there?

It's green. Won't burn.

You're telling me none of these trees will burn?

Oh, man, those two...

(Laughs)

It's almost too easy.

Know what I mean? Kinda breaks my heart.

Anyway, who... how's this?

This is a piece of cake.

Good.

Which is why we're doing it.

(Laughs)

(Laughs) - So, uh...

Hmm...

What made you... buy this place out of nowhere?

(Breathes deeply) Celery had a, uh...

Celery had a-a house blessing to go to, so we were out looking for specular hematite.

But the guy...

The guy is trying to sell us tumbled, like we don't know the difference.

And... (Sighs)

It's not important. This is of no value to you.

Uh, the point is, we were heading back to the city, and I spotted this joint, you know?

One look and I knew I had to buy it.

So you and the witch went to buy magic crystals and bought a house made of twigs instead?

(Laughs) Yeah.

I mean, we got the hematite, too, but... Oh, good.

I don't know.

I can't remember the last time that I looked at something and just knew, you know?

Less thinking, more doing, right?

Yeah. Couldn't agree with you more, so...

(Chuckles) Let's do this.

Pass me my beer, will you?

Yes, of course, pal.

Oh.

(Clink)

To...

To your house.

(Laughs)

Hmm. To Celery.

(Laughs)

So it must have been tricky to get Ivan into that drum, and whoever it was cleaned up after themselves.

There's no blood.

(Radio chatter)

Can you step back a bit?

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

(Clattering) Chloe... Chloe!

Let's try to preserve the scene as much as we can.

I know.

Okay?

I'm s... I know. I'm sorry.

(Sighs) All right, no real sign of forced entry, so Ivan must have known the guy, let him in.

And no sign of a scuffle.

And Ivan was sh*t in the back, so he probably didn't even know that it was coming.

Not a true friend.

(Men speaking indistinctly)

Hmm?

You know, Oscar Wilde...

A true friend stabs you in the front, you know?

But Ivan wasn't stabbed. He was sh*t.

Traci Nash. What are you doing here?

g*ns and Gangs, baby.

Uh, do you want to check out the basement?

We know the Portuguese guys have been running this area, and we also know that no small-time dealer is moving this much product on their own.

So, ergo, we're taking an interest.

Why didn't you call me?

Because you wouldn't have answered.

Anyway, thanks for holding the fort.

Maybe you guys... You want to take five, just, you know, let us do our thing, and then...

Then I'll brief you, okay?

Excuse me.

Wait. Thank you.

Yeah.

Thanks. Okay, so I talked to him. He said that, uh...

My first solo homicide. He's gonna get in my way because I didn't return his calls?

(Camera shutters clicking)

Unless...

Hey, Saab, what have you got there?

b*llet casing. 9-millimeter.

Sending it in for prints right now.

(Bag rustling) Prints? Wh-when those get back, do you mind if I am the first to see them?

Aren't you sharing this with g*ns and Gangs?

How's Nadia?

She's fine.

Come to think of it, I am the one who set you guys up, aren't I?

All right. Okay.

I guess it wouldn't hurt if you got them a little sooner than they did.

And you know you're lucky she's cute.

(Reads in German)

What, uh, what do you think that means?

(German accent) I don't speak the German. (Laughing)

(German accent) You don't speak the German.

All right.

(Normal voice) Where's the socket wrench?

(Normal voice) I don't got a socket wrench, man.

What do... what do you mean, you don't have a socket wrench?

I don't know. These were here when I got the place.

Anyways, I recall you saying this was gonna be a piece of cake.

I-I... that was before I knew you didn't have a socket wrench.

All right, well, here. Just... what about this?

(Crackling, expl*si*n) Aah! Aah! Aah!

Ohh! (Laughing) Ow!

Are you all right? Is your hand okay?

(Laughs) Don't laugh.

I'm s... I apologize. (Stammers)

Damn it!

I don't...

Uh, uh, are you okay?

Okay, you know what?

What?

Thanks for inviting me, Oliver.

I'm having such a great time, you know?

I'm really... I'm so grateful to you because I'm not sitting at a Blackjack table in a warm casino right now.

Yeah, you know what? I'm beginning to think that Epstein and Diaz had the right idea.

They're out there having a blast, not sitting in here, not fixing this.

I'm freezing.

I know.

And hungry.

Hey, what about that?

Seriously, dude, this isn't rocket science.

If it's green, it won't burn.

(Birds calling)

Dead tree... 2:00.

Same problem. It's rotten. It's too wet.

I'm starting to think you're making this stuff up.

You know, Oliver and Swarek are probably yukking it up in the cabin right now while we're stuck out here in this fire-retardant forest.

(Grunts)

Uh...

(Groans)

Are you okay?

Yeah.

(Groans)

I rolled my ankle.

Okay. This is stupid.

We gotta get you out of here. All right? Swarek and Oliver...

They can get their own damn wood.

I'll give you a hand.

Hold on. I'm fine, I'm fine.

You sure? I don't mind.

No. I'm fine.

Just take my arm.

Really.

I'm here for you.

(Mutters)

This is ridiculous.

Hey. We came from this way.

Uh, no, I'm pretty sure we came from this way.

No, no, no. We came from north, which is this way.

Well, I don't know where north is, but I'm pretty sure we came from over here.

Great.

(Sighs) Now we're lost.

Come on.

(Bird cries)

Okay, so the nurse said that the painkillers should start to kick in soon.

Do you want me to get you anything while we wait for the doctor?

Like a magazine or coffee?

No.

I actually think I'd rather talk about what you were gonna tell me back at the scene.

Gelatin? I can get you some gelatin.

Nah. I'm more interested in "I'm so sorry something happened."

What exactly happened?

Okay.

(Chair wheels roll) Let's do this.

(Sighs) Gail, sometimes things happen...

Andy. and people get hurt.

You know, good people.

Andy?

Andy.

Is that an elephant?

Excuse me?

Get it for me.

Okay.

(Chair creaks) (Sighs)

This is so little.

It's like a baby, you know?

Mm-hmm.

It's a baby elephant.

It's... it's freaking me out, actually.

It's actually freaking me out a little bit.

It's freaking me out, McNally.

I want you to get it away from me...

Okay.

Gone.

How'd you do that?

How much oxycodone did they give you?

A lot. And I kind of like it.

Aah. (Exhales deeply)

What were you gonna say?

Um...

You ever notice how... Soft your hair is?

It's pretty soft. It's very soft.

Okay.

It's pretty soft.

I'm gonna get the nurse.

(Door buzzes and beeps)

(Radio chatter, telephone ringing)

All right, prisoner feeding time.

(Door closes) You're lucky.

We still had one left.

Thanks, man. I wish I could partake, but I abstain from gluten.

I read on the Internet it kills brain cells.

I wanna hold onto these bad boys as long as I can.

Yeah, well, I can see why you'd be concerned. (Turns doorknob)

Hey, did they find the dude who iced Ivan?

Like, can I go yet?

No. Not yet. You still haven't been cleared as a suspect.

Unlikely. Can't you just release me on a promise to appear or some crap?

How do you know about those?

(Scoffs) Dude, look at me.

(Packaging rustles) Obviously, I watch a ton of television.

I thought you didn't eat gluten.

(Mouth full) Oh. Yeah. I forgot.

(Door buzzes and beeps)

So the house is registered to our victim, Ivan Gertner.

Oh. It's the only name on the mortgage.

He made the down payment in cash.

There's no steady job.

I don't know where the money's coming from.

Friends in high places.

Good one. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Incoming.

(Traci) Oh. Here we go.

(Indistinct conversations)

Steve Peck.

Traci Nash.

Do... do you wanna hear something funny?

Yeah.

Someone told me you're working the Euclid case, independent from g*ns and Gangs.

I'm a detective working a homicide case.

And I'm a detective filling in gaps between this grow-op and its connection to the Portuguese in the area.

So... what, are you... are you worried that I'm cramping your style?

No, no, no, no. I'm just worried you're gonna get lost in the mix and I'd... I'd hate for that to happen.

'Cause you know how much I like you, Nash.

Wow.

You always this good with women?

Have it your way.

Work the case, but I gotta warn you. I got a...

(Pats folder) Hell of a head start on this one.

Just saying.

Hey. Ident asked me to pass along a message.

The prints came back on the b*llet casing from the grow-op. Guy named Gil Abrino.

Known g*ng affiliations.

Good. Let's go pick him up.

(Radio chatter)

Chris, we're going in circles.

Don't say that.

It's true.

Would you stop?

I mean, when... When do you even think they're gonna notice we're missing?

Oh. (Mutters) Stupid...

Probably when they wake up tomorrow morning, they notice that we're not here to cook 'em breakfast. (Grunting)

Uhh!

(Grunting)

I don't think that's gonna burn.

I don't care if it burns or not!

(Whacking)

I am sick and tired of hearing you complain! (Clatter)

You haven't stopped since we got out here.

Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to come back here?

I had to turn my life upside down.

I sacrificed everything to do what I thought was right, and things just got worse. And what did it get me?

I gotta stand out here and listen to you complain about where you sit in the divisional pecking order.

I don't wanna hear it!

I didn't wanna come to this stupid cabin in the first place!

Then you should have said something.

I did!

Then you should have said it louder.

Chris, you know what your problem is?

You're so busy making decisions for other people, that you don't even know what you want anymore.

Oh, so I should be selfish like you?

Not selfish. Just not spineless.

It's okay to do things that make you happy.

You happy. You used to know that.

(Birds calling)

I'm sorry.

I know you've had a hard time recently.

Look, when I was in Timmins... (Sniffles)

Nobody treated me like a rookie, because nobody there thought I was one, including me.

So I wasn't.

(Vehicle approaches)

That sounds like a semi.

There's... there's gotta be a highway over there.

(Grunts) I'm keeping this.

Let's just get the hell outta here.

Maybe I don't know what I'm doing here.

You know, 40-year-old divorcé with 3 kids, this cabin.

My girlfriend is a wiccan, whatever that means.

I mean, I know what it means, but...

You know, this...

(Exhales deeply)

This is a mid-life crisis.

I make the right choice with Celery?

Yes.

How do you know that?

A feeling. I see you two together, and I know she's right for you.

Like you and McNally?

Exactly.

(Chair creaks)

(Chuckles)

You know what? Ahem.

You got three beautiful kids...

Oh, no, no.

A girlfriend.

Yeah, you're divorced, but, uh, you own a cabin, at least.

Uh-huh. No, you know what? This isn't about me, man.

You're moving... forward.

So don't complain, all right? Don't complain.

I didn't come up here to listen to you mope.

Oh. (Chuckles) Yeah, that is rich. That's good, man, coming from you.

All right. Considering I just watched you mope for the last year, huh?

Ever... ever since you've been out of uniform and McNally left.

Name one time you saw me mope.

I watch you mope on the inside.

I know. That might not make any sense, but I'll tell you, here's another thing.

I'll tell you what. I'll bet you Marlo sees it, too.

You know? Huh? And that's not fair.

I've been on that side, you know, with Zoe.

And that is... that is, uh, not a good place to be in.

It hurts, and it screws with your head.

(Sighs)

(Chuckles)

I miss her, man.

I wish I didn't, but I do.

I keep thinking about the future, kids, park on Sundays.

Real life. Something more than this...

With her.

You gotta tell Marlo.

(Sighs)

How did we get onto this?

They... they said when we get older, this would get easier.

Well... they lied.

♪ Hello, my baby ♪

(Andy) Gail.

♪ - Hello, my honey Gail.

(Nasal voice)

♪ I'm a ragtime gal Gail.

♪ Send me a kiss by wire I slept with Nick.

I'm sorry.

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

You... and Nick.

Yes.

Slept together?

Yes.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

I already knew that.

What do you mean, you knew?

So this whole time that I've been trying to tell you, you've just been...

Judging you? Yeah.

I didn't expect that.

Oh.

Well, I mean, I could... I could cry.

Would you like me to cry?

No.

Or I could tell you how right I think you and Nick are for each other, and then I could gag on my own words. I don't know.

It just all depends on what you were expecting.

I wasn't really expecting anything.

Well... other than hoping that maybe we could talk about how you feel about it.

You're k*lling my mellow, man.

Get out.

What?

Just... move it.

You know what, Gail? We're gonna have to talk about this...

I said b*at it, narc.

(Radio chatter)

It's Gil Abrino?

Yeah, but, Traci, there's something about gil you should know.

(Speaks Portuguese)

Yeah. He only speaks Portuguese.

Perfect. Talk to staff, tell him we need an interpreter.

Oh, actually... of course, by the time the interpreter gets here, this guy's gonna be lawyered up, and we'll never get anything out of him.

Meanwhile, what do you want me to do about Chuck?

Let's release him on a promise to appear.

Ahem!

Why are you still here?

Chloe preco a seu servico.

I-I speak Portuguese.

You do?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Get him into interview three and wait for me.

(Speaks Portuguese)

(Speaks Portuguese)

(Speaks Portuguese)

What happened? Where are you going?

Well, we know he has g*ng affiliations.

We also have his cell phone, so I'm just gonna make some calls to his Portuguese g*ng buddies and tell them that Mr. Abrino here gave us their cell phone number.

You do that, and my family's dead.

You speak English?

I knew it. I totally knew it.

How?

Well, he used the expression "Barking up the wrong tree," which is an English expression.

Portuguese one is totally different.

There's no tree, no dogs.

I figured I'd give it a try.

Look... I have a wife and a son.

You tell my boss that I'm a rat, and I'm dead.

They're dead.

Tell us what we need to know, we won't have to ask your friends.

I got a call last week from my boss.

He says that we're taking over the grow house on Euclid and that I gotta take the guy out who works there... Ivan.

Things didn't go as planned?

I froze.

He came at me. I panicked.

I just dropped the g*n, and I took off.

So who finished the job?

All I know is that I was supposed to call this one number when I was done.

You still have that number in your phone?

Let's go find out who that number belongs to.

(Door buzzes)

It's gotta be one of the last numbers.

I heard you brought in Abrino. Where is he?

I wanna talk to him.

Don't bother.

We don't think he did it.

They ordered Abrino to do the hit, but he botched the job.

Somebody found out and took care of it for him.

So... you believe him? I don't know yet.

Gave us the number that he was supposed to call after the hit.

So what, now you're just gonna call it?

Do you have a better idea?

(Door buzzes and beeps) Hey, guess who's getting out of here.

Kind of unfair, bro.

(Door closes)

I don't even know who else is in here.

It's you, Chuck. Turns out you're right.

You're being released on a promise to appear.

Woot-woot! (Laughs) What about my stuff?

It's all in here. You'll get it at reception.

Hey, could I... get some water for the road, man?

I'm parched. Or a petite snackage?

What is this, the Ritz? I gave you a granola bar.

Yeah, but I only ate half on account of the glu...

The gluten. Right, fine. You know what?

You sit tight. I will get you some water.

You can get a snack after you leave.

(Door buzzes and beeps)

Agua for chuckua?

(Radio chatter)

You know the drill.

I'm Abrino's wife. Don't say too much.

Keep them on the phone as long as possible.

This is right.

Yeah. Here goes nothing.

Hey, man, how's it going? You know.

(Coins clatter, cell phone rings)

(Ring, can clatters)

No... no one's picking up.

See if he has voicemail. Okay.

(Ring)

(Ring)

(Ring)

(Ring)

(Ringing stops)

(Ring, beep)

That was a bust.

Wait. Hold on.

(Door buzzes and beeps) You're a free man.

(Sighs)

Try it again.

(Beep)

(Cell phone rings)

(Ringing) Somebody's really trying to get ahold of you.

It's probably my mom.

She's kind of overprotective, you know?

(Ring)

(Ring, beep) Nothing.

One more time.

(Beep)

Chuck, easy, easy. We're not in a race.

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring) Nick!

(Ring)

Nick!

Nick! Wait.

(Ring)

Hey! Stop!

(Ring, beep)

Chloe?

Cuff him.

(Handcuffs jangle)

(Speaks inaudibly)

The burnout with a heart of gold.

That's a good cover.

I almost bought it, too.

(Door buzzes and beeps)

(Radio chatter)

Are we having a yard sale?

When Ivan bought the house on Euclid, he made a $10,000 down payment in cash. Okay?

A week before that, you took out...

The exact same amount from your account.

All I see is a guy who's bad with his dough.

You were partners with Ivan.

You fronted the money for the grow house.

You were the one who made the deal with the Portuguese to expand your business.

But Ivan wasn't into that.

So he had to go.

Keep going. This is awesome, really.

Okay, well, Gil told us that he was supposed to call your cell phone when the job was done, but he never called.

You phoned him.

You phoned him... 19 times this morning 'cause you wanted to find out what was going on, but he didn't answer because he chickened out.

So you had to take care of Ivan yourself.

Maybe, or maybe the Easter Bunny k*lled Ivan 'cause they were fighting over the Tooth Fairy.

It must have been hard to get Ivan into that drum...

Mm-hmm.

After you sh*t him.

Wrestling with the body is probably easy. Lose a hair.

Yeah, and it won't take long for us to find the k*ller's D.N.A. on Ivan's body.

And when we do... (Packaging rustling) we'll just match it to the D.N.A. found on this.

What's a guy gotta do around here to get a lawyer?

(Switch clicks) Where the hell have you guys been?

(Sam) What happened to your leg?

What happened to your hand?

(Dov) Why is the generator in the living room?

You guys still haven't fixed it?

Well, we got a little distracted.

You know what? Just stand back.

Okay, Dov and I got this.

Of course. You know how to fix this.

You just didn't tell us.

Well, you never asked.

Something tells me you will next time.

(Chuckles)

So who's grabbing our beers?

(Donovan Woods)

♪ I was gonna go back home ♪
♪ oh, if she had them spread out on the floor ♪

I was lucky today.

Lucky?

Yeah, what were the odds that you spoke Portuguese?

High tano. It's Swahili for "High five."

Swahili?

Yeah. Swahili, Portuguese, Spanish, German...

Well, actually, what else can I speak?

Amazing. Seriously, Chloe, you were a rock star today.

♪ If she's not coming over lately ♪
♪ I was gonna go back home ♪

Gracias.

♪ I was gonna go back home Chuck the pothead just wanted to be somebody.

Yeah, it's going around these days.

Your first homicide case.

You nailed it.

May I?

♪

What are you doing?

Well, you said you didn't recognize my number when it shows up, so...

(Buttons click)

I thought I'd make it easier for you.

There.

"Captain Of The Universe"?

Have a good night, detective.

♪

(Cell phone rings)

(Beep)

Hello? Yeah. I know who this is.

(Scoffs)

(Starts engine)

Ho ho ho! Ah!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Yes, buddy. Yes, Chris Diaz, that is a beautiful sight.

(Dov) - Here you go.

(Sam) - Not as beautiful as this.

(Oliver) Oh.

(Bird calls)

Or that.

♪

That's what it's all about right here, where we are right now.

♪ With all those chicks ♪

(owl hooting in distance)

♪

(Bird calls)

All right, anyone else freezing their ass off?

Dude, I'm so cold right now.

(Oliver) Let's go play some cards, boys.

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

What? Are you still here?

Yeah, just wanted to make sure you're okay.

Gravy. Thanks for your concern.

Please stop acting like you're okay about me and Nick.

Andy, I'm fine.

S-so then what we... we have your blessing?

My blessing?

(Voice breaking) No.

You don't...

You don't have my blessing.

I'm sorry.

You broke the code, Andy.

You're not supposed to date a friend's ex.

You're never... never supposed to date a friend's ex, but... that's what's so great about it.

That's your punishment.

What?

You are the bad guy.

You, Miss-Perfect- Never-Hurt-A-Fly McNally are the bad guy.

Look at it. It's just k*lling you.

If you'll excuse me, my... my real friend's waiting for me, so...

Hey.

(Gail) Hey. Let's get outta here.

(Sniffles)

Are we going? 'Cause I got us tickets for the late show.

(Radio chatter)

(Car doors close, engine starts)

Okay. (Sighs)

Just had to make sure.

(Siren wailing) Make sure of what?

That it was worth it.

Opportunity knocked, and then... punched me in the face.

Okay. So? What are you thinkin'?

Tell you in the morning.