06x05 - A Real Gentleman

[bunniefuu]

Thank you. Cheers.

Thank you very much.

Here you go.

[Clears throat]

You know, if I turn my coffee into a dessert, it just might be drinkable.

[Chuckles]

Gimme.

Oh. Sorry.

Hey, Traci, one second. One second. One second.

Just... just... listen. Try to relax.

Oh, yeah.

That's nice. Yeah, looks good.

I love it.

You didn't really need to do that.

Well...

Everything is gonna be fine.

Yeah, I just... it's my first raid.

I'm worried.

I'm worried we're gonna show up and there's gonna be nobody there.

Or worse... we'll get there and something will go wrong, somebody will get hurt.

These guys are ruthless.

But you couldn't be more prepared.

And we're gonna get a ton of g*ns off the street today.

Okay?

And I'm gonna be there right beside you.

Now...

Hm?

Caffeinate me.

Hey, wait. Maybe...

Ehhh... Maybe you need to take a lap around the car.

Just to loosen up, you know? You shake it out.

[Laughing] Are you serious?

Little detective secret here, Nash.

In fact, I'm a little tense right now.

Maybe... can I go first? Do you mind? It really helps.

Okay. All right. Thanks.

[Door opens]

[Laughs]

[Car alarm blaring]

Geez!

[Laughs]

I do feel more relaxed.

♪

Chris: Dov, moderation is key.

Gail: I think what he's trying to say is that you have a problem.

I'm telling you, you guys haven't given Nori a chance.

Do you have any idea how much iron is in this?

Gail, you should try it. I bet you're deficient.

What did you just call me?

Seriously? In the truck?

Out. Out. Just... just get out.

[Siren wails in distance]

I do think it's a little early, though, for that much sodium... just saying.

Don't worry. I'm guzzling water.

Uh... Jamie alert. [Clears throat]

You should probably get on that. I mean, get rid of that.

Just another day tempting the gods, huh, Diaz?

Come on, seaweed.

You know, that stuff actually smells like you're eating sweat.

What are you doing?

Play hooky with me. You can skip that raid thing.

No one's even seen you come in yet.

Are you serious?

Yeah. Call it a mental-health day.

We can lie around in bed, do whatever you want.

Don't.

It's a stressful job.

I got a really big day today.

Mm.

I'm sorry, okay?

Come on, Chris.

I wish I could, but I...

I-I can't.

[Siren wails in distance]

[Chuckles]

Crazy.

I still can't believe you turned off the backup alarm.

You're like a snooze ninja.

The heart wants what it wants, and it wanted to stay in bed with you.

Ooh. Smooth.

Never again, okay?

'Cause the phone's staying on my side of the bed tonight.

Okay.

Working together.

Oh, take Dundas. We can't be late for Traci's raid.

We're making good time.

I thought you wanted to follow that thing there, Copilot.

Oh, you want me to trust this red line over my own instincts? Come on.

Well, are your instincts backed up by mass amounts of highly accurate real-time data?

Ooh.

Okay, so, it turns out Dundas is packed.

Maybe take Queen.

Oh, okay.

See, look at us... learning, growing, working together.

I know. High five.

[Chuckles, smooches]

Okay, we'll work up to that, yeah?

[Both laugh]

Oliver: All right, it is a beautiful day for a raid.

I hope you've had your Wheaties or Wheatgrass Smoothies... whatever it is you use to fill your proverbial tanks.

Uh, Detective Nash has the helm, so, uh, I'm just gonna pass it off to her.

Go, Nash! You're the man, girl!

Shh.

All right, today has been a long time coming.

The target is Thom Kozik... old-school g*n dealer.

Kozik's trafficking illegal, untraceable firearms through his custom metal shop on Newcastle.

Shipments are getting larger, more frequent, and now come with specialized parts, [Cellphone chimes] Including D.I.Y. kits to turn semis into fully automatics.

Oliver: All right, so, this has taken a lot of surveillance, time, and hard work, but we have a search warrant for Kozik's shop and arrest warrants for him and all of his pals.

Today's shipment is due at 10:00 A.M.

We'll watch for it and take them all down the second it arrives.

Let's gear up, kick in some doors.

[Cellphone chimes]

All right, hopefully get it wrapped up by lunch.

Excuse me, sir.

McNally, you're with Peck. Go ahead.

Epstein, what are you eating? It's really gross.

Why are you doing it in my parade?

And she didn't even jog around the car!

[Laughs]

I'm gonna go get my guys in order.

It's gonna be great.

[Sighs] Great.

Hey.

Hey, Hotshot. You ready to raid?

This is incredible, what you put together.

This is a lot of work.

I just got a message from Leo's school.

Apparently, he's sick... needs to be picked up right now.

Where's Dex? He's out of town.

Of course he is.

Highlight of my career meets my kid puking on the bus.

Okay, well, maybe one of us can grab him.

Well, there's a form you need to fill out, [Cellphone chimes] And if he's really sick, I just...

Okay, I'm gonna drop him off at the sitter's.

I'll be back in 20 minutes. Don't tell anyone.

It'd be the last time a single mother gets to coordinate a raid, which I really can't live with on a philosophical level, so I'll be back.

Godspeed.

Okay.

Officer Ward. You're looking fresh.

Thank you. I've been in bed a lot.

Really?

Guess you're getting a solid eight hours.

Very... Solid.

Well, I hope you're getting some sleep in there, too.

[Cellphone vibrating]

Is that you or me?

Oh, you know what?

I just... I have to take this. Excuse me.

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

I know that I should have checked in, but it's just... it's been crazy around here, all right?

We're planning a raid, and...

I-I understand, but it's just... it's a lot to juggle right now.

Yes.

Yes, well... won't happen again.

I will check in after shift.

Okay.

[Sighs]

Hey, Trish. Is Leo ready?

Traci, hi.

Uh, Leo's in class, as far as I know.

Is he supposed to be meeting you here?

I don't know. I got a message saying he was sick.

One moment. I'll call down.

Hey, Leo Nash... is he in class?

Feeling okay?

Great. Thanks.

Leo's fine.

Do you know who left the message?

No, I just picked it up. I was in a rush.

I don't know what to say.

Mix-ups do happen, unfortunately.

Do... do you want me to listen to the message?

No, uh, my phone's in my car.

You know what? It's fine. It's great, actually.

I got to get back to work.

[Sighs]

I'm jogging now.

Where's Nash?

Where's Nash?

Jinx!

Uh, technically, you have to say it at the same time.

Seriously, we got to go.

She's in the lounge. She's in the wash... Room.

What, she's lounging in the washroom?

I do it all the time.

Yeah, you do.

[Chuckles]

Andy, it's not funny. Where is she?

I know... it's not funny, because Leo's sick, and so she picked him up and took him to the sitter.

Are you serious?

Yeah. She said she'd be back in 20 minutes.

Okay, fine. Let's get this show on the road.

McNally, tell her to meet us on location.

She's the one who knows this thing back to front, so we really don't want to be busting in there without her.

All right.

Okay, I'll call her. Let's roll.

Okay, ETF is en route.

Way to keep a secret.

[School bell rings]

[Car alarm honks]

[Muffled scream]

Collins, Price, keep your eyes peeled for that gray pickup.

Copy that.

Swarek, how's it going?

I thought Nash was coordinating today.

Yeah, she should be in our truck.

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

Nash? You there?

Swarek, it's Peck.

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

Well, it's 10:00 A.M.

I got to call it when it comes, with or without Nash.

Yeah, I know.

[Police radio chatter]

[g*ns cock]

Hey, do you hear anything?

What are you doing?

Any jangling? Uh, keys?

I don't want to be the one that blows our entry.

Oh, my God.

Hey.

What is, uh, what is going on with her?

I-I don't know. I don't know. She said she would be back.

Well, she's not back.

I know. I'm gonna call her one more time, okay?

[Police radio chatter]

Collins, I think this is the one.

Yeah, that's it.

This is Collins.

Truck just turned onto Newcastle.

Repeat... shipment's headed to you.

Trace, it's, uh, it's Andy.

I-I don't know what's happening with you right now, but you got to call me back, okay?

The shipment's here.

Bye.

All right, we got to go.

Peck, it's pulling around back.

Coming to you.

Copy that.

Bailey, you ready?

Yes, sir.

All units, stay off the radio. Over to ETF.

Tango 1 is in position. Tango 2?

Tango 2 is ready.

Go.

[Tires screech]

Marcus: Police! Turn off the vehicle!

Do it now!

Driver: Okay! Okay! Engine's off!

Get out of the truck now!

Down on the ground! Now! Hands where I can see them!

[Siren chirps]

I said, "get out of the truck!"

Man: Down on your knees, everyone! Stop where you are!

Steve: Don't move! Don't move!

[Sirens wailing]

[Siren chirps]

Good.

Whoa!

Look at that.

Oh, and...

Look at that.

Thom Kozik.

I'd like to have a look at that warrant, please... preferably not held an inch from my face.

Okay.

[Sighs]

"Detective Traci Nash."

That's you, I presume?

[Scoffs] That's funny.

All right. Diaz, let's get this guy in a car.

Anything from Nash?

No, haven't heard anything. You?

Steve: Nothing.

Okay, well, I guess Gail and I will head over to Leo's school.

Maybe she got held up there.

Yeah, that's a good idea. Okay, let me know, okay?

Yeah. Of course.

Thank you.

Is that thing on?

Yeah, that thing's on. It's always on.

So, how does the spotlight feel?

A little warm.

Uh-huh.

Well, we... we seized a truck of your firearms, so you might as well settle in and get comfortable.

How is, uh, Detective Nash?

Is she sick or something?

Everyone seems quite concerned.

Are you concerned?

No, I just have... A couple of questions for her.

That's all.

A few inaccuracies that I would like to clear up.

It's...

It's "Kozik's Custom Metal," not "Kozik Custom Metal."

Possessive.

But you know what?

Forget about...

[Sighs]

Forget about the grammar.

I'm just worried for your officer.

You people put yourselves in such danger for this job.

Thanks for your concern, Thom.

You're a... you're a real gentleman.

Thank you.

[Buzzer]

Detective, you got a minute?

McNally just called.

She talked to Leo's school on the way.

And?

And Leo's not sick, and the school did not leave that message.

They have no idea who would have called Traci's cellphone this morning.

Did Nash go to the school?

She did. She did.

She left the front office like two hours ago.

Peck and McNally... they're there trying to figure out where she was headed.

Watch this guy for a second.

Okay.

[Buzzer]

[Door closes]

So, what's going on?

Same as it ever was.

No, what's your plan? You got a plan?

You want to trade? You want to play?

I'm right here. Let's play.

Okay.

Okay.

I got all of your guys, right?

I don't know. You tell me.

I'm telling you... I have all your guys.

Do you have one of mine?

Hey, what's going on?

I'm not sure what you're asking about.

Traci.

The call from Leo's school... that was a crank.

It didn't come from there.

What are you saying?

What I'm saying is we don't know anything yet.

Hey, let Swarek do his work.

Unh-unh-unh.

You're not going in there.

No, I was gonna ask him a couple... couple questions, that's all.

It's my job. Couple of questions. That's it.

You're cool?

Yep.

Okay.

Yep.

I'm sorry, but I don't think I can help you, Detective.

It's my turn.

Swarek, it's all right. It's fine.

All these different people...

I'm starting to feel quite turned around.

Were you hoping we weren't gonna do the raid without her?

[Sighs]

'Cause, clearly, that didn't work out.

And now there's no bargain to be made where you walk, so I think it's time you tell us which one of your guys has her and where.

Now.

[Laughs]

You know, this could go a lot worse for you.

You understand that? Believe me.

I hope that broad is worth the trouble, Detective.

[Table clatters]

Interview is over!

Sam: Whoa, whoa, Peck! No!

Where is she?!

All right, all right, all right!

Peck! All right!

Get out of here, Peck!

I'm sorry.

Out!

Is that thing still rolling? Huh?

What was that about a bargain?

[Groans loudly]

[Whimpers loudly]

Come on!

We're gonna find her, but you're benched.

You're benched, Detective!

[Groans]

There's no way he's got her. Okay? There's no way.

That would mean he knew about the raid in advance.

He would have canceled the shipment.

That's right. You know what he was looking for?

He was looking to rile us up.

He was looking to get a sh*t in the head so he can cut a deal.

Well, hopefully, we don't have to do that.

[Engine shuts off]

[Police radio chatter]

Andy?

[Door handle rattles]

Traci's phone is here.

Gail?

What?

[Exhales heavily]

He's back.

[Muffled groaning]

Who are all these people?

Other platoons... officers that want to help.

Sounds like it's the same guy that att*cked Andy.

Everyone comes out when something like that happens.

Yeah, they do.

[Buzzer]

Uh-oh.

Here comes that Sex-Crimes detective.

Come on.

Dov: Just talked to McNally.

No break with the flowers this time.

They're just generic corner-store lilies... impossible to track.

Okay. Hear from the phone company yet?

Yeah, fake call was placed from a burner.

Sorry, sir. All right.

Staff, you remember Detective Capello.

Of course. Detective, thanks for coming down here so quickly.

You bet.

Uh, Parade Room, please.

Officers, you'll all remember detective Inez Capello.

She's from Sex Crimes.

She's gonna be running this investigation alongside Detective Swarek.

Thank you.

[Sighs]

Okay, so, we have made a little bit of headway since the att*ck on Officer McNally at Detective Nash's home.

While we believe that the predator may have been scared off that night... there haven't been any reports of balcony att*cks since that incident... we do have our eye on one potential suspect.

The guy's name is Adrian Clarke.

Thanks.

Clarke matches the loose physical description, does not have airtight alibis for any of the nights in question, and has a history of sexual harassment.

Additionally, online intelligence has connected Clarke to deep-web chat rooms for users with violent sexual predilections.

Excuse me... w-why don't we have him in custody?

It's not enough to charge him.

It's all circumstantial, and the victims can't I.D. him because of the mask.

We do have Clarke's home address and his work info, so find out if he is at work today and get units to both of those locations.

And, uh, let's all work together, okay?

We have an officer to find.

That's right. Thank you.

Peck, Epstein.

Leo is still sitting in the office at his school, okay?

I need you to go get him.

Go grab an unmarked squad and get over there.

What... where are we supposed to take him, and what do we say about Traci?

Make it simple... the almost truth.

Keep him distracted until we can get him back to his mom or to a family member.

Do not bring him here.

We'll figure it out. It'll be good practice for you.

Traci would want to know he's with someone she can trust.

Sir, do you mind if I help dig into the online profile?

I have some previous experience.

Yeah, of course, if you think it'll help.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hold on. Wait... wait a minute.

Why... why aren't we going on the road?

Because you have to use your skills where they're needed.

Okay, so, what... you think you can do more than online intelligence?

Mm, the deep web is a cryptic place.

Sometimes, you need a new set of eyes.

I-I'm sorry?

The [Sighs]

It's the Internet below the Internet.

The sites aren't easy to find, some of them need special software.

A lot of them use the extension ".Onion," which refers to onion routing.

Uh, I-it's the process... it involves layer upon layer of encryption, which are almost impossible to peel back enough to find the identity of the user.

How do you know about all this?

Uh, Nick. Wow. Sneak up much?

Thank you. All right.

I just got off the phone with Clarke's boss.

Said he called in sick, told him he was staying home.

All right, Collins, Price, McNally, let's go.

Adrian Clarke was a no-show at work.

We're heading to his address right now.

Okay.

Peck, we're gonna find her.

I know. I know.

Leo, I know this seems weird, but don't worry.

Everything's fine.

We're just going for a little drive u-until we, uh, talk to your mom.

Where is she?

Uh, well, we don't really know, 'cause she's not answering her phone right now.

Okay.

[Police radio chatter]

But, hey, Leo, did you know that I could one day be your aunt if my brother and your mom get married?

That's weird.

[Laughs]

Yeah, I know. I don't really like him, either.

B-but he would be... he would be a great... great stepdad.

Hey, is that my... is that my phone?

Hello?

Yes, this is Gail speaking.

Banana phone?

Oh, you don't say!

Seriously?

Hey, Leo, would you like to try some seaweed?

Sure.

Oh, and, uh, could you do me a favor and arrest Gail for being such a ding-dong?

[Chuckles]

Thank you.

Oh, and be careful. She bruises easily.

All right.

You do have the key for this, though, right?

Uh, Leo, do you have the key?

Nope.

Sorry.

[Chuckles]

[Muffled groaning, breathing heavily]

[Tires screech]

McNally, Diaz, head around back. We'll take the front.

[Doorbell rings]

Let's go.

Sam: Adrian Clarke.

Yeah?

You going somewhere?

Maybe.

What's going on?

Uh, we talked to your boss. He said you called in sick.

[Muffled footsteps]

[Muffled] Hey! Hey!

Wouldn't move if I were you.

It's you.

Check the rest of the house.

You remember me?

No.

Where were you headed just now, huh?

To fill a prescription. I went to the doctor's this morning.

That's why I called in sick.

We're gonna find her.

How does that not make sense to you?

[Muffled footsteps]

Nick.

[Footsteps approach]

Traci?

Are you down here?

[Sighs]

Where is she?

[Footsteps approach]

[Lock clicks]

You hungry?

I'm starving.

Not you. Leo?

Seaweed's great, but it doesn't fill you up.

Am I right?

So I was thinking the three of us could maybe go get some ice cream.

I just want to see my mom.

Come on. Ice cream is great.

We can get any flavor in the city.

You name it, we'll track it down.

[Police radio chatter]

Your mom is a superhero.

She's gonna be okay.

How do you know?

Because I just know.

And because she does amazing things.

I remember a couple months ago, she solved a case in like eight hours, and that would have taken most people weeks.

And do you want to know why?

Why?

Because if she hadn't have solved it, she would have had to work late, and she would have missed your hockey game.

Nothing's gonna stop her from tucking you in tonight, okay?

Okay.

Sam.

[Buzzer]

Hold up.

That's the guy who att*cked me.

When we were at Traci's house, we were fighting, he looked at me.

I'm telling you, he's got the same eyes.

It's him.

Okay. Let me get in there.

[Buzzer]

Adrian, I am Detective Capello.

We spoke once before.

How could I forget?

This is Detective Swarek.

So, is one of you two gonna let me know what's going on this time, or... ?

Well, why don't you just walk us through today?

Guess that's a "no."

Okay, well, it's like I said.

I woke up and went to the doctor, I went home, got my face smashed into the floor.

That pretty much brings us up to now.

Did you buy the flowers before or after you went to the doctor?

You got to be kidding me, lady.

Wow.

She's obsessed.

I told her before, but I guess she didn't hear.

I've never given stupid flowers to anyone in my life!

I guess I've never had to.

Hey, don't worry, though.

You know, you should keep asking about flowers.

Maybe someone around the office will hear and buy you a bouquet.

[Knock on door]

Excuse me.

Hey, we done here?

Sam: No, we're not.

What?

Oliver: Um, his alibi checks out.

Doctors confirmed, and his neighbor saw him come home.

So he couldn't have been at the school, then. The timeline's impossible.

Okay, I know this sounds really weird... he was wearing a mask the entire time.

I am telling you... it was him.

Okay, I believe you. I believe you.

So, what are we missing here?

I don't know. This guy's not what I thought he would be.

What is it that you were expecting him to be?

Well, we're working off the profile, right?

Mm-hmm.

"Gentleman r*pist."

Insecure, socially awkward, apologetic.

This guy is cocky and aggressive.

It's almost like he's putting on an act to throw the profile, [door opens, closes] Which I got to say is awfully clever for him.

Adrian just declared, quote, uh, "the damn lilies were never my thing," and demanded release.

Is it possible he's working with someone?

A duo?

Well, that's uncommon in these cases, but more loners are finding criminal partners online these days.

Maybe somebody was meeting him there.

All right, you know what?

Then we'll start looking for a partner.

[Door opens, closes]

Traci: What are you doing?

Look... look, I'm nervous.

Especially with that.

Okay, I know you don't want to talk, but...

Is there anything that you... Want me to know about you, that you want to know about me...

That you couldn't already figure out from my purse?

I have a son... Leo.

Which I guess you already know if you left that message.

Tell me about this.

Tell me about him.

You were there this morning.

Look, I don't know what you think you saw.

You know what I saw.

Okay.

But if this is about Steve... me and him... that doesn't mean a thing.

What are you saying?

Well, it was rocky from the start.

I mean, we've already broken up once, which you probably know.

I mean, Steve's possessive.

He's...

Selfish.

Not like you.

You notice everything.

You...

Are thoughtful... careful.

You always remember what I like.

You always make me smile.

It's okay, Corey.

Take it off.

Hi.

Hi.

Be okay if I had some water, maybe?

How about a beer?

Okay. Sure.

Do you really think I'd fall for that?

Sir, I-I think we found him.

Adrian's deep-web messages... they were all with one user.

But the second guy, he is smarter.

[Door opens]

His I.P. is masked. His anonymity is intact.

But Adrian added one new Facebook friend shortly after the correspondence began...

Corey Sleeman.

From the coffee shop?

Yeah. We were there this morning.

And so was he. Duncan just called.

Apparently, Corey worked the early shift, then he borrowed a delivery van.

And he also has a spare set of keys to a coworker's apartment that he's taking care of this week.

Got an address?

Here.

Let's go. Good work.

Steve: Come on.

Go. Go!

Ward, that's good work.

Thank you, sir.

You're waiting for someone. Who are you waiting for?

No.

You like the watching. Is that it?

You're gonna film it while someone else does your work for you?

Please just be quiet.

Okay?

The flowers, the setup, the game...

that's your stuff, isn't it?

You don't do this part.

It's not quite the same as the fantasy, is it?

What if they've already got him?

Huh?

Why else would he stand you up?

And if they've got him, how long before he cuts a deal, huh... and sells you out?

[Breathing shakily]

He's not coming, Corey.

Then I guess we'd better get started.

You and me.

Hey! Hey!

[Lock clicks]

[Grunts]

Gah!

I really wish you hadn't have done that.

[Chuckles]

[Panting]

I was never gonna hurt you.

You know that, right?

You know, it's true, what you said.

[Panting]

About the fantasy.

Nothing's ever exactly like I picture it.

[Panting]

Which is so frustrating.

Why is it that the one time I want things to follow the pattern and go their predictable way, everyone is suddenly full of surprises?!

Traci?

Traci?

Okay, Traci.

[Breathing heavily]

You're gonna come out of there...

And you're gonna lie down with me.

I will be slow...

And soft...

And sweet.

But if you're not nice...

Traci?

Traci?

T-Traci!

[Bangs door]

Traci!!

[Thudding]

[Rattling]

[Pounding]

Oh, no.

[Hinges jingle]

[Pounding]

[Grunts]

Unh!

You think you can just...

Steve: Oh, my God. Traci, Traci. Hey, hey!

Corey Sleeman, you're under arrest.

It's... it's over. It's over. Look at me. Look at me.

Let's go outside, okay?

Let's go outside. Come outside. Let's go.

Traci! Traci! Traci, hold...

Shut up! You don't get to talk.

[Police radio chatter]

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay.

I'm here. It's okay.

Okay. I got you. I'm here.

I never wanted to hurt her.

Let's talk about Adrian.

Adrian believes your little flower fetish got you both caught.

The guy's a bit of a neanderthal.

Probably not who you expected to connect with online.

Probably not who you expected to turn you in.

I didn't do anything.

[Sighs]

Not according to Adrian.

He says that you're the one who picked the girls.

You watched them, sent them flowers.

But it does sound like he was the one who would actually r*pe them.

But he... he was nice about it.

All right? I made sure of that.

How did you do that? Were you there?

No, he would...

He would blindfold them...

And then film it on his phone.

And you'd watch it after?

But not this time, right, Corey? Why?

I don't know.

Well, she's really beautiful, right?

She's out of your league.

I believe that's how you phrased it before.

I don't remember.

Okay.

Maybe the videos just weren't enough for you anymore.

Hm?

Maybe this time, you wanted to see it for yourself.

Maybe even go through with it on your own once Adrian didn't show.

Yeah, but I didn't.

And I didn't hurt her.

Ask her.

[Buzzer]

Excuse me.

[Door opens]

[Exhales deeply]

Oliver: Hey.

Our tech found the videos on his hard drive... all of them.

[Sighs]

Good.

I don't know how you do what you do every day.

'Cause today, we got him.

We got them both.

[Locker door opens]

[Sighs]

Why don't I have a hoodie?

I always have a hoodie. I'm always cold.

How can I not have a hoodie?

Trace.

Here.

I'm insanely proud of you.

I'll check in with you later, okay?

Okay.

Steve: Hey.

Hey.

Epstein and Gail are back with Leo.

You ready?

Yeah. Where is he? I want to go.

Mom!

Hey!

He was awesome, Traci.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I didn't know where you were.

But we distracted him with seaweed.

And ice cream, 'cause he basically heard the truck from like a mile away.

I think you'd be a pretty cool aunt.

[Chuckles] Whoa.

[Laughs]

I think we're gonna go.

[Laughs]

Thank you.

You know, he's right.

Hm?

You would be a pretty cool aunt.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

What about a mom?

Do you think I'd be a pretty cool mom?

Well, easy, tiger. Baby steps.

[Chuckling] Sorry... what?

I mean, you... you'd be a mom.

Okay.

You'd be a-a cool mom.

Mm-hmm.

I-I don't know about a pretty mom.

[Slaps]

[Chuckles]

[Fleurie's "There's a Ghost" plays]

A quick tip for next time... sprinkling a little cayenne will help throw people off your scent.

Hi.

Hey, can I, uh...

Can I ask you something?

Okay.

This whole, uh... Sneaking-around thing... is that us or is that you?

♪ Introduced with my name ♪

Hey, look, you know a lot about me.

It's only fair I know who you are.

♪ Nothing but clothes, and she is paralyzing ♪

Nick.

You're gonna tell me I'm being crazy, right?

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

You're crazy.

♪ The human soul is a treacherous place ♪

[Door opens]

[Clears throat]

♪ Beneath the mask we wear ♪

Nice work today.

♪ A dark and twisted labyrinth laid ♪
♪ Secrets locked and closets closed ♪

All right, have a good night.

♪ Never surface while we keep composed ♪
♪ Come out of hiding ♪
♪ ohhhhhhh ♪

What's going on?

Seriously, how... how did you get in here?

Cop's wife.

Noticed where you keep the spare.

You okay?

[Laughing] I'm fine. I'm great.

Actually, I-I've been saving this for you all day.

Oh.

Yeah, I knew you'd come back eventually.

Jamie... come on!

We've been so good.

I just need one night, just one night... you and me.

I can't do that.

Then don't.

[Chuckles]

Seriously, you want me to... Call somebody... your... Sponsor or something?

Yeah, call my sponsor.

Better idea... why don't you call my husband?

"Hey, can you come pick me up?

"I'm just partying with one of your officers.

Diaz, Chris Diaz... I think you know him."

That's not funny.

♪ There's a heartbeat under my floorboards ♪

You don't get to judge me.

[Sighs deeply]

♪ Charging me guilty ♪

Mm, mm.

[Chuckles]

Don't you see me naked enough, McNally?

Still sneaking into the locker room?

[Chuckles]

Mm.

Today was hard.

Yeah, it was hard.

We did good, though.

Yeah.

♪ Nevermore ♪

'cause we laid all our clothes out last night, you know?

That always ensures a good tomorrow.

That's officially the lamest thing you've ever said to me.

Can you take your shirt back off to remind me why I'm with you?

[Both laugh]

Come on, let's go.

[Laughs]

Can I pick out your clothes tomorrow?

I-I think that's bad luck if you do that.

That's not bad luck. That's a bunch of crap.

Announcer: Watch a new episode of "Rookie Blue" on a new day, Wednesday on Global.

Announcer: Next week.

Is there something you're not telling me?

Yes, there's something I'm not telling you.

Announcer: "Rookie Blue" is moving to a new night.

That makes sense.

What just happened?

Announcer: Now on Wednesday night.

There's a strange sensation spreading through my body.

Announcer: And get ready. Everything's about to change.

(Cheers)

Go! Go! Go!

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