04x11 - Deception

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(Turns TV on)

(Dog barking in distance)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Siren wailing fades)

(Gasps) What the hell are you doing?

Sorry. Wrong house. (Exhales)

You? You're the cop.

No. No, no. Sorry, sir. Sorry to bother you.

It was just my mistake.

No, no, no. (Stammers)

You're the one who arrested me.

You humiliated me at work, made all those sick accusations.

What the hell are you doing here?

What's down there, Ford?

Down where?

You got a little playroom down there, some toys, maybe, and some videogames?

I mean, kids can't say no to videogames, am I right?

You people, you just won't let this go!

Yeah, well, that tends to be our policy with pedophiles.

Okay. This is harassment.

I want you off my property now!

Now!

(Dog whimpers)

We're not done.

You got that right.

I'll be calling your supervisor.

You'll be hearing from me.

I look forward to it!

You'll be fired! You know that, right?

Your career is over!

("White Doves" by Young Empires playing)

Man: ♪ it takes a thousand miles ♪
♪ to reach the stars tonight ♪
♪ and you will find ♪
♪ your dreams, they come alive ♪

Hi.

(Groans)

Come on. Get up.

No.

Yes, it's 8:00.

No, no. You have to go away.

You have to take your horrible... talking... talking mouth away from me.

All right, then.

(Water trickles)

Ohh!

(Laughs) (Laughs)

(Groans) When did you get in last night, anyway?

You don't remember?

Oh, I remember quite vividly.

I just don't remember what time it was.

2:30 or... 3:00.

Operation went a little late.

Mm-hmm.

♪ in the sun when you're young ♪
♪ you find a way ♪

What?

♪ back home ♪

It's nothing.

This is a first for me.

What do you mean?

Well, we were friends, and now we're... this.

Not that I'm exactly sure what this is.

Mm-hmm.

Which is fine, because... whatever this is, I don't... totally hate it.

(Laughs) Me, neither.

So let's just keep open with each other.

We can figure this out as we go along.

Sound good?

Yeah.

(Sets brush down) Sounds perfect.

(Laughs)

(Chuckles)

(Yawning) Is it really that hard?

The operation you guys are on?

Long. Just long.

It was three all-nighters in a row.

Hey, are my eyes as slitty as yours?

Slittier.

I'd take your place if I could.

Frank's got me on desk detail.

Not that I'm complaining. I'm just glad to be back.

You... you seem to be adjusting quite well.

You know, I really am. (Chuckles)

I mean, I'm not gonna pretend what happened to me didn't suck.

It did.

But being back here, in this place, with you guys... it reminds me of what I had.

And I loved what I had. I mean, I'm young.

I'm single.

I understand this life, you know?

I know how it works. See?

Cottage cheese.

(Opens lid) Right where the cottage cheese should be.

Yeah, that's actually from before you left. I wouldn't...

Ooh.

I mean, I spent the last couple of months living for other people.

I'm gonna start living for myself again.

You know, speaking of which, it's Friday.

We should celebrate tonight.

Yeah.

Totally.

(Whispers) No.

(Whispers indistinctly)

Oh, I can make those cocktails we found on that Russian web site.

Remember those?

Uh, the ones that had the... the... the meat in them?

Yeah!

Those were awful.

I know! It'll be awesome.

Okay? Just like old times.

(Sets container down)

(Whispering) I don't want a party tonight!

(Lowered voice) Neither do I, but Chris is going through something right now, and he needs us, so we're gonna be there for him, okay?

(Truck horn honks)

(Frank) All right, all right.

Listen up. Listen up, everyone.

(indistinct conversations fade)

As most of you know, today's the last day of operation Driftnet.

(Yawns)

(Whirring in background)

Swarek, your, uh, your team looks a little worn down.

You working them too hard?

I certainly hope so.

Good, because Driftnet is important to this division.

Who can tell me why? Diaz?

To... get our numbers up?

To clean up our streets. Exactly right.

Yeah, that's... that's what I meant.

Well, maybe that's how they do it in Timmins, but you're back in the big city now. (Man chuckles)

It's not a game. We're not keeping score.

Where are you set up today?

A high-rise at Sherbourne and Gerrard.

Drug dealer by the name of Lou Conlon.

Okay, patrols, stay clear of this area.

Let these guys work.

All right? We got it?

(Officers) Yeah.

Good.

Let's go.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Groaning and murmuring)

Okay, so what is the score, anyway?

Um... four trafficking, nine conspiracy to traffic, and sixty...

62 possession...

Two possession.

Ooh!

Three parole violations, a couple of weapons charges.

But if today goes well, we're gonna b*at the single week record.

Nice! Good luck with that.

Where's Cruz?

She's not on today, is she?

Well, according to the schedule, she is.

Oh. Yeah, no, I... I, uh, I've been so buried, I... I haven't talked to her in a couple days.

Okay.

(Dialing)

(Traci) Should someone call, or should I ask...

(Oliver) Nah, just call him.

Hey, it's me. Where are ya?

Call me.

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Car engine starts)

(Bag clatters)

Cruz?

Mm?

What's up? You missed parade.

Check this out.

City records.

He had two trees taken down in his backyard.

Who did?

Ford. These were mature trees, McNally.

Big evergreens. Why would he do that?

Okay, back up, Marlo.

Are you talking about Kevin Ford?

The guy we brought in a couple weeks ago?

Yeah, Kevin Ford from the Diaz abduction.

Yeah, he was cleared.

Yeah, of the Diaz case, sure.

But the whole reason we brought him in was his connection to the missing Hartley boy.

And that is still unsolved. And, McNally, I am telling you, I've looked him in the eye, and he's bad news.

Okay.

Listen to this. Why do you take down trees?

For the view, right?

Guess what's directly behind his house.

Huh?

I have no idea.

Colton Elementary.

From his second-floor bedroom...

Mmm-hmm?

Without these trees, he's got a clear sh*t.

He's watching children, McNally, every day in that playground.

Hmm?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

You know what? You know what?

I'm... I'm sorry. I'm just a little bit wired.

I was over there late. I didn't get much sleep.

Where? At his house?

I gotta go in.

Who am I riding with today?

Uh, well, you're riding a desk.

'Cause you missed parade. Those are the rules. (Door closes)

Right.

Maybe it's best, you know? Take it easy today?

(Radio chatter)

(Sirens wailing)

It's better than yesterday's post.

Ah, come on, it's not so bad.

A rat touched my foot, Swarek.

Not in a hostile way.

All right, clear sh*t of Conlon's building.

(Newspaper rustling) I love it.

Talk me through it.

(Traci) All right.

That has got to be our runner there sitting on the ledge.

(Camera shutter clicking)

Mm-hmm.

So I'm gonna guess our steerer has to be...

There! Red shoes, on the path.

(Shutter clicking) Good eye. Gotta be.

Okay, folks, looks like we are open for business.

(Clicking continues) You in position, north car?

(Traci) If you guys are ready and reading me, let me know.

Affirmative. North catch-car in position.

South car?

Same deal. Let me know if you're ready to roll.

South catch-car in position.

Okay. Stand by.

Operation Driftnet, fifth and final day.

It is 2:23 P.M., and we are underway.

Look at that. You shaved.

So?

So we're on a sting.

It's casual attire, long hours.

But you still shaved.

What's your point?

Dov didn't shave.

Do you want to know why, though?

Because he hasn't hit puberty?

(Slaps arm)

'Cause he's in a steady relationship.

Same with Swarek.

Usually guys in these types of situations shave because they're in a new relationship.

Wow, look at you doing a little detective work there, Price.

Is it Andy?

No.

Okay, then who is it?

Well, maybe I shave for myself.

Did that ever cross your mind?

Gross.

Narcissist.

Anyway, that's a shame, 'cause I always liked the idea of you and Andy.

Seems like a good fit.

Well, I wouldn't know.

We should play poker sometime, you and me.

(Radio chatter)

So, you gonna be like this all day, or what?

Like what?

What... like, in these waves of happiness.

It's... it's kind of making my teeth ache.

(Chuckles softly)

I'm just in a really good place right now.

See, now that's why people don't like happy people.

It's... "in a good place."

I don't even know what that means.

Are you in a pastry shop, or are you in a hot tub?

Where are you?

I just feel really centered.

Oh, stop it.

I'm really valuing my me" time.

Ohh! (Shudders)

(Both laugh)

See, now, you think you're joking.

You think you're joking, but you're not joking.

Those words come so easy to you.

(Laughs) (Radio static)

Woman: 15-05, we have a possible as*ault at, uh...

Oh.

30 Furlough Street.

(Siren wailing) 15-05. We're on our way.

(Siren approaching)

(Wailing stops)

(Panicked voice) Over here! Look!

I just came to drop off a package. (Door closes)

(Radio chatter)

I've been here before.

You see him?

Yeah. (Radio static)

Unit 15-05. We need E.M.S. at this location right away.

(Radio static) (Woman) Copy that.

It's open.

E.M.S. en route to your location.

All right. It's open. Okay, good, sir. Stay there.

Go check. Go check.

Sir?

He's got a pulse.

McNally, he's Kevin Ford.

(Shutter clicks)

All right, Nash, here we go. Here we go.

(Shutter clicking)

(Clicking continues)

(Clicking continues) (Traci) Okay, look alive, team.

Looks like we got our first customer.

(Clicking continues)

(Traci) 40 bucks, big spender.

(Swarek) Half a gram. Nice little afternoon snack.

(Clicks) What floor is Conlon on?

Fourth. He should be down any second.

(Shutter clicking) (Speaking inaudibly)

(Swarek) And here he is, folks, the star of the show!

Lou Conlon!

(Clicking continues)

You know, by my count, if we get nine buyers, plus Conlon and his crew make 12... that's the record.

Huh.

(Shutter clicking)

(Swarek) And... (Clicking continues) transaction complete.

North catch-car, you're up.

Caucasian, 30s, 5'10". Black and tan jacket.

(Clicking continues) Product is in his right jacket pocket.

(Gail) Got it.

(Dog barking in distance)

What do you think? Fight or flight?

Neither. This guy looks like a weeper.

You think?

Big sob story. Book it.

(Indistinct conversations in distance)

(Pigeons cooing, wings flapping)

Sir, you're under arrest for the possession of illegal narcotics.

What? What are you talking about?

(Handcuffs clicking) The cr*ck cocaine you just bought.

The cr*ck in your left pocket.

Now this can go fast or it can go slow.

I've never done cr*ck in my life.

Slow, then.

Hey, look, I just visited a friend back there, and I can see how it might have looked like a drug buy, but I assure you, I got...

Okay, yeah, that is cr*ck. I'm not gonna deny that.

But here's what I want you to know.

It's not for you?

It's not for me.

No, it's for his cousin.

It is for my cousin, exactly.

Do you know my cousin?

No.

L... let me guess. Is this, uh, for your cousin, too?

Listen, I want to ask you something, and I want you to be honest.

Mm-hmm.

Have either of you ever had kidney stones?

'Cause I do. Bad ones.

Acting up all week.

Right.

So combine that with what has been a really crappy time for me personal life-wise, and I just want to ease the suffering a bit.

And there you have it. Weeper.

I got to admit... it didn't look like it was going that way.

Traci, suspect's in custody. Call for transport.

(Door closes, radio chatter)

So the struggle starts here, well inside the house.

Doors and windows?

(Camera shutter clicking)

Uh, front door's open. All the windows are locked.

There's no sign of forced entry.

The attacker was invited in, maybe known to Ford.

Fight breaks out, moves over to here.

(Sighs) Ford goes down. Now, Ford's a big guy.

It would take a lot to overpower him.

So we're looking for a large male?

It's too early to tell.

(Shutter clicking, radio chatter)

Uh, head wound... did E.M.S. say if it was related to the fall?

They couldn't tell, but it was pretty bad.

I mean, he was still unconscious when they left.

Okay.

Great. So, we know absolutely nothing.

(Radio chatter continues)

Why don't you two go out there, start canvassing?

All right. All right, will do.

(Shutter clicking)

(Sighs)

(Radio chatter)

Hi. I'm Officer McNally.

I was wondering if you had a few minutes to answer some questions.

Yeah. I saw the commotion.

Is Mr. Ford all right?

Uh, actually, he was assaulted.

Do you know him?

Uh, no. He mostly keeps to himself.

Not very friendly, to be honest.

Okay.

So, you must be here about the woman.

What do you mean, woman?

Uh, last night about 9:00, I was walking by.

Mr. Ford and a woman were going at each other in the yard.

What did she look like?

Long brown hair, about my height, pretty.

And really worked up about something.

Okay.

Thank you for your time.

(Radio chatter)

(Door closes)

Hey.

Hey.

All right, so, so far all I've learned is that, uh, Ford's neighbors think he's kind of a dink.

Uh, you getting anything?

Uh...

Yeah. I gotta go, actually.

What?

I just have to deal with something.

I'll be right back.

(Sighs)

(Cell phone vibrates)

(Beeps) McNally, what's up?

Sam, I need to talk.

Yeah, I'm kind of in the middle of something here, you know?

Look, I think Marlo's in trouble.

What? Wh... what are you talking about?

It's serious, okay?

She's at the station. Can you meet me there?

Can you just tell me what it's about?

Can you just meet me at the station, please?

O... okay.

I... I'm on my way. (Beeps)

(Sighs)

Nash...

(Stammers) Can you run this?

What?

You're okay here, all right? You got this.

I got this? This... this is your operation!

And I wouldn't leave if I didn't think you could handle it, okay? Just stick to the plan.

I'll be back as soon as possible. (Breathes unevenly)

Nash, please.

Okay. Go.

(Door buzzes and beeps) Yeah, it's like, uh, gin and tonic, except the gin is vodka and the tonic is ethanol.

Hey. Have you seen, uh, Cruz?

Oh, yeah, she's... uh, evidence room.

Okay.

Yeah, I'm kind of...

McNally?

Hey.

What's going on with Marlo?

(Lowered voice) Just come with me. Listen.

Kevin Ford was att*cked last night.

What? The guy we brought in on the Diaz case?

Investigators are at his house right now.

So what does that have to do with Marlo?

Because she was there. She was at his house!

(Woman speaking indistinctly on P.A.)

(Door closes)

Glad you're here. Did you tell him about the trees?

No, I didn't.

Because that's just the start.

The more you look at this thing... his movements, his spending patterns... all starting with the Hartley boy. (Rustling papers)

A witness said that she saw a blond man walking away with a child.

Now, Ford has brown hair, but I went to that location at the same time... 6:20, the sun's low on the horizon.

Marlo...

Ford would have been backlit.

So there would have been a rim of light around his head.

I mean, you could easily mistake him for a blonde.

Hey, Marlo, slow down, okay?

No, no. Don't do that, Sam.

Okay, look, I know it's a lot, but... I'll show you, okay?

I can lay the whole thing out.

Yeah... (Muttering)

(Radio chatter)

(Lowered voice) What is this? What's going on?

McNally, tell me what you know.

(Lowered voice) She's bipolar.

She told you that?

No.

I found out by accident.

But she made me promise not to tell, so...

I didn't.

Look, see. March 7, 2010...

Ford claimed he was out of town.

(Normal voice) Marlo. See... I need you to listen to me for a second, okay?

What?

Marlo, you're a little worked up right now. Okay? Marlo? (Panting) You need to step back from this.

I do?

(Swarek) Yeah.

(Marlo) I don't.

Yeah. Can you do that for me?

Sam, I am making headway here.

I... I hear you. I see that.

No, this is...

I have been working really hard on this.

(Stammers) Marlo...

Kevin Ford was att*cked last night.

He's in the hospital. He's unconscious.

(Breathing unevenly)

Y... you don't think I had anything to do with it?

You were at his house.

I was investigating.

But a witness saw you fighting with him.

He caught me looking through his side door.

There was an argument, and then I left.

That was it. I left.

Come on.

Sam, listen to me. Listen to me.

I did not... do that.

Okay. (Chuckles)

They're gonna be combing through Ford's life right now.

So are they gonna find anything that points back to you?

No.

This side door... did you touch it?

Maybe.

(Gasps) Sam...

Okay, okay. Come on.

(Panting) Come on.

Come on. Sit down.

All right, it's okay. So look at me.

We're gonna get this sorted out, okay?

Okay.

(Radio chatter)

All right, sign her out, take her home.

Make sure no one sees her like this, all right?

Okay.

Where are you going?

Sam, what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Is there someone you can call, Marlo?

Someone who can be with you?

You told him.

I didn't know what else to do.

I mean, what happened, Marlo?

You... you had everything under control.

I fell in love.

I just wanted to feel it, McNally, you know, like everyone else gets to.

Instead of fearing it.

Tamping it down, drugging it away.

I love him.

I just wanted to feel it.

I'd like to talk to my psychiatrist.

Can you take me there?

Of course.

(Vehicles passing)

(Traci) All right, Caucasian, 20s, green jacket.

South catch-car, you're up. (Radio static)

H... hold on.

Is there a problem?

Yeah.

I recognize that guy. That's...

Paul Huss. He's a soldier with the Dowling Crew.

Dowling Crew? What's he doing all the way over here?

(Radio static) Good question.

Buying dr*gs from the competition. That doesn't make any sense.

Well, maybe he has an addiction.

He doesn't want his people to know about it.

Suspect is in sight.

Nash, advise.

(Inhales sharply)

Nash?

What does Swarek say?

Swarek's off dealing with his latest McNally crisis.

Okay, well, Traci, we're gonna miss our moment.

Should we go?

Okay, get him.

No, no, wait. Stop!

Watch him. Let's see where this goes.

(Closes door)

All right, suspect's getting into a black S.U.V.

Looks like there's a driver inside.

(Radio static) Where are they headed?

They're not. They're just sitting there.

(Typing, beep)

And you guessed it. The vehicle's on file.

Ties to the Dowling Crew.

Okay, okay. They move, tell me.

Copy.

(Siren blares)

(Radio chatter) (Man) Hey, you spoke to, uh...

(Indistinct conversations, radio chatter continues)

Yeah, we're lifting some prints right now from the basement. We spoke to, uh...

(Cell phone vibrates)

We'll see what comes off of that.

(Vibrating continues, beeps)

Oh, come on, Swarek. Seriously.

(Sighs) (Buttons clicking)

Hi. It's Traci.

Um... you got a second?

Swarek?

I thought you were on a drug sweep.

Yeah, I'm, uh... figured I could help out here.

I'm familiar with the victim, so...

Since when do you take as*ault calls?

Yeah. No choice.

After you guys hauled Ford in, he made complaints, claimed he wasn't treated very well.

All right, well, Diaz's kid was missing.

Things might have gotten a little impolite.

Yeah.

Well, the brass have their eyes on this one.

That's why we've got the whole circus here.

No stone unturned.

Right.

(Radio chatter)

Look, I was just trying to do the right thing.

You know, trying to catch a predator.

I know.

I know I crossed the line, and...

Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to get involved.

It's okay.

I never should have followed him.

I never should have taken photos or gone inside his house or done any...

Wait a second.

You went inside his house?

I... I'm just gonna... I'm gonna release...

(Radio chatter)

Anything interesting outside?

Some partials on the door. Nothing recoverable.

(Radio chatter continues)

(Cell phone vibrating)

Hey. How is she?

She's fine. She's with her psychiatrist right now.

Sam, we have a problem.

She went into Ford's house.

Wh... when?

Two nights ago. She went through his computer.

Hold on.

(Indistinct conversations, camera shutter clicks)

(Radio chatter)

Bet you're getting lots of prints off that, huh?

(Chuckles) Yeah.

Gotta be Ford's, mostly.

But there's a second set, too. Smaller. Looks like a woman's.

Clean?

Perfect.

We sent the digital image to the lab.

They're processing.

Hey.

(Camera shutter clicking)

You all right?

Oh, yeah. I got a... (Chuckles)

I got a bit of a headache.

All right, I'm just heading back to the station.

Okay, I'll see you there.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Radio chatter continues)

(Lowered voice) McNally?

Yeah?

They got Marlo's prints, all right, so it's only a matter of time before they match them.

So I need you to listen very carefully.

All right? I need you to go back to the station and get Marlo's memo book.

Why?

You need to add an entry. Do you understand me?

Okay? Explaining why she was here.

Sam, don't ask me to do that!

Look, we had officers all through this place a couple weeks ago. This isn't a stretch.

I'd do it myself, but I can't get back in time.

Callaghan's on his way.

Even if I wanted to get to the memo books, you know I can't. They're locked up.

The combination is in Frank's desk drawer, right-hand side.

McNally, once those prints match, this case goes right off the rails.

No one's gonna care about Ford or whoever att*cked him.

It's all gonna be about Marlo.

You're not honestly trying to sell this as good police work.

She didn't do it. Okay?

You know that. But it's not gonna matter.

It's not gonna matter how good a cop she is, how good a person.

This one mistake is gonna ruin her life.

It will destroy her.

Andy, she needs this.

If you won't do it for her, do it for me.

Thanks for coming.

I'm just flattered you, uh, thought of me.

I called a g*ns and gangs detective to a g*ng incident.

Well, I flatter easily. (Sighs)

So run it by me again.

What, a member of the Dowling Crew bought cr*ck off your guy here?

That's right. Now he's in a parked S.U.V. down the block.

You were right to call.

Uh, where's Swarek? Isn't he running this thing?

Uh, don't ask.

(Chloe) Nash, we got something here.

We have a second vehicle approaching.

(Window whirring)

Whoa, it's Jackson Irving.

This is Peck. Are you sure?

Yeah. Yeah. Jackson Irving, head of the Dowling Crew.

(Camera shutter clicking) All right, we've got a third male getting out of the S.U.V.

Irving's giving him something. Uh, it's a paper bag.

(Lowered voice) It's g*ns.

Untraceable g*ns.

Yeah.

And now they're leaving. Do we follow?

No. Stay with the first S.U.V. (Radio static)

So they sent a fake buyer to case Conlon's operation and get eyes on him.

(Normal voice) Now they have their orders.

You know, this time, they k*ll.

Put the guys in place, we stop that S.U.V.

No. No.

What do you mean, no?

Traci, we just tied Jackson Irving directly to this.

Yes, and?

So, you roll up on that S.U.V. now, you get a few foot soldiers on minor g*n charges.

If we get them all in the building with the g*ns in their hands, that's conspiracy to commit m*rder.

Irving goes away for a long time.

But, Steve, we are not set up for this.

We're here busting dime-baggers.

Listen to me. Jackson Irving is a coldblooded k*ller.

Last month, he put a hit on a 13-year-old boy.

We've been after the guy forever.

We can't touch him.

That's not the point.

We're... we're not prepared for this.

No, that's exactly the point!

This is a chance to get a m*rder*r off the street.

I can get backup here in minutes.

We do this safe, no one gets hurt.

Make the call.

(Exhales)

(Indistinct conversations, alert signal beeps)

(Woman speaking indistinctly on P.A.)

(Speaking indistinctly)

(Radio chatter)

(Opens drawer)

(Closes drawer)

(Woman on P.A.) S.I.S. is on line 6 for Sergeant Kehoe.

Any headway on the Ford case?

Not much. I mean, the guy's a suspected pedophile and confirmed jerk, so for motive, take your pick.

(Cell phone vibrating)

(Radio chatter)

(Copier whirring, number pad beeping)

(Beeping continues)

Huh.

What is it?

We got a match on the second set of prints found at Ford's.

Officer Marlo Cruz?

We had guys in there a couple weeks ago.

Yeah, not her. Not according to my report.

She was with Swarek when they arrested him at his work.

(Radio chatter)

(Copier whirring)

(Frank) Well, it was a pretty hectic day... people coming and going.

Missing kid. I get it, but still...

I should probably talk to her. Is she in today?

Went home sick this afternoon.

Tell you what. Um, I'll check her notes.

Great. Thanks.

McNally.

Aren't you in the field today?

Yeah.

Uh, just needed a requisition form.

I'm going back now.

(Radio chatter)

Hey, McNally?

Andy?

(Door closes)

Well, it looks like Cruz was at Ford's after all.

"Attended search, 30 Furlough."

Still want to talk to her?

No, that's all right.

You know, uh, can you do me a favor?

Can you send me a copy of that for my report?

Yeah, will do.

Thanks.

(Siren wailing, radio chatter, indistinct conversations)

(Buttons clicking)

(Sighs)

Sam. It's done.

(Hangs up cell phone)

(Sighs)

(Grunts, panting)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Sighing)

Oh, hey, hi, Andy. How's it going?

I thought that I would just touch base and let you know that I have a blister on my right heel the size of a pomegranate.

I also have some fairly significant polyester chafe in places that will go nameless.

There are dark places, McNally.

Very dark places. So I wonder... are you planning to bring me my squad at some point, or should I just continue canvassing on foot until I hit the station?

Do let me know, okay? (Knocks on door)

Anyway... (Sighs) miss you. Bye. Kisses!

(Phone beeps)

Hi. Is your mom or Dad here?

(Door creaks, radio chatter)

Hi, sir.

Sir, could I ask you a few questions?

Okay, the buyer's in motion. Repeat... buyer's in motion.

He's in a black hooded coat, unzipped.

Backup's minutes away.

We don't have minutes.

You wanna call it off?

Team, no backup. We are on our own.

Let's go.

(Engine turns off)

(Speaking inaudibly)

Order's been placed. Runner's on his way up.

Back in the apartment.

What the hell, man?

Oh, I know y'all need a search warrant.

Conlon, Conlon, trust us.

The safest place for you right now is back inside, door locked, and mouth shut.

(Button clicks)

(Elevator door opens)

S.U.V.'s moving. Here they come.

Stand tall. Lead with your badge.

We'll be fine.

Got it.

They're not gonna sh**t cops. They're not crazy.

Right.

We just gotta show them there's more of us than them.

Peck.

Yeah.

You've never done anything like this before, have you?

No.

Then quit giving me advice. It's only making me more nervous.

Copy that.

Better watch it, Nash.

You keep calling me on my crap, I'm gonna fall for you even harder than I already am.

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales deeply) All right. (Clears throat)

It's on.

(Tires screech)

Two men.

(Engine revs, tires screech)

(Elevator bell dings)

Police!

Police!

Drop your weapons right now!

Drop it!

(Traci) Drop it!

Police!

Police!

(Dov) Do not move!

Drop your w*apon!

Drop it! Right now!

Get down on the ground now!

(Traci) Put your w*apon on the ground right now!

Drop it!

Get on the ground now!

Right now on the ground!

Get on the ground right now!

(Traci) Drop it! Drop it!

Get down on the ground!

Move!

Down. Down!

(Thud)

(Handcuffs click)

Here's the information you need.

Yeah.

(Police radio chatter) I got him here, yeah.

Okay.

He's ready to go.

Good. (Handcuffs click)

Nash.

I'll be back.

(Lowered voice) So we went off book a bit.

I heard.

But I'll get you up to speed.

Nobody has to know you weren't there.

Nash, about that...

(Camera shutter clicks)

Just tell me it was important.

It was.

Then we're good.

See, I told you you could handle it.

(Door buzzes in distance)

(Radio chatter)

(Cell door closes)

(Siren whoops)

(Engine turns off, radio chatter)

Yeah, that's the cruiser you're gonna get into over there, all right?

Hey. So you got Ford's attacker?

I'm sorry.

I didn't think that you were interested in this case.

Oliver...

No, I know. I know.

It's not glamorous work, McNally, going door to door, but you never know what you're gonna find.

I guess that's why it's the first thing that we do when we're doing our jobs.

I'm sorry. Oh, don't be.

You know how I value my me" time.

(Door closes)

(Door buzzes)

Hey.

Hey.

So...

Ford approached his son.

Tried to lure him into the basement.

(Door closes) At least that's what the kid told his father.

He went nuts. Fight broke out.

Ford fell and hit his head.

So Ford is a predator.

Yeah, sure looks like it.

I'll be sure to ask him when he wakes up.

You know, there's only one thing I don't get about this... is he wouldn't have even been suspicious if a cop hadn't gone door to door last week asking questions about Ford.

Did the officer identify himself?

No, she didn't.

Huh.

Something you wanna tell me, Swarek?

All right.

Nice work out there. Thanks for your help today.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

(Footsteps approach)

Hey.

Hey.

Heard you had a big day.

Yeah. Yeah, definitely got the heart rate up, that's for sure.

How about you?

Um...

Uneventful.

Just canvassing all day.

I'm just gonna get changed, and then we can go.

Actually, you know what? It's been kind of a long week.

I might just crash at mine tonight, catch up on some sleep.

Okay.

(Both sigh)

You ready for this?

Whatever Chris wants.

Diaz, you ready?

(Chris) Start pouring. I'll be out in a sec.

Hey. (Sighs) Sorry, Denise.

Um... so he still won't go to sleep, huh?

Well, have you tried the trout song?

Yeah, that... that one's good, too, but he really likes the trout song.

Well, this is just gonna take some time for him... for... all of us.

(Sighs)

Yeah. Of course I miss him.

I miss him like you... like you can't even imagine.

He's all... he's all I think about.

♪

Yeah.

Okay, well, I should, uh...

I should go.

You, too.

Okay.

Bye.

Man: ♪ every story ♪

(Sighs) All right. Let's do this.

(Clapping)

(Packaging rustles)

♪ I don't sleep and the telephone don't ring ♪
♪ it's unusual ♪

What people are gonna remember about today is that a... pedophile got beaten, and the guy that did it got arrested.

You did a good thing.

Hmm.

You actually believe that?

I believe you did the right thing.

How come it's so easy for you, just to come up with your own set of rules?

And you're so sure of them.

McNally...

What if I don't wanna follow your rules, Sam?

What if I just wanna follow the normal ones?

Be straightforward and... hardworking...

And open.

Andy...

Thank you for today.

I mean that.

I didn't do it for you.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Steve) Hey.

(Traci) Hey.

So operation Driftnet... uh, did you break the record?

No, we came up short.

Oh. Sorry to hear that.

But it's okay, 'cause in light of the Jackson Irving arrest, Frank's over the moon.

Mm-hmm.

So thanks for that.

Oh, no. That was all you.

I was just there to cheer you on.

I was actually coming to find you.

Oh?

I wondered if maybe you wanted to go celebrate with me and go have a drink.

Mm.

It's interesting.

Interesting?

Yeah.

(Sighs) While I've been pursuing you for weeks, but only on the day you catch a notorious gangster do you bite.

(Sighs)

I'm just trying to figure out the implications of that.

You know, there's kind of a code to this... being asked out.

Is that right?

Short answers are good.

Yes.

"Yes" is my answer.

(Sighs) All right, then. Shall we?

Just let me get that.

Thank you.

Ah, you're welcome.

(Laughs)

(Telephone rings)

So say I wanted to get to first base, are we gonna have to, like, take down a whole crime family or something?

Well, keep saying first base."

See what that does for your chances.

(Radio chatter)

(Door creaks)

(Vehicles passing in distance)

Hey.

Hey.

(Sighs)

Sam...

I'm so sorry.

I should have told you.

Sleep.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Are you in trouble?

(Zaac Pick's "Drifters" playing)

No.

No one's in trouble.

♪ oh, let it fall ♪
♪ this mountain over me ♪

(indistinct conversations)

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Just looking for you.

You all right?

I had a really terrible day today.

Tell you about it?

♪

Of course.

(Stool scrapes floor)

Hey, can I get two more of those?

♪ I ♪
♪ wash it over me ♪