06x08 - Integrity Test

[bunniefuu]

Aah! [Gasps]

[Chuckles]

[Exhales sharply] What's the matter?

I-I just... I didn't hear you come to bed.

Oh, that's a good thing.

I-I-I slept on the couch. I didn't want to wake you.

I'm, uh... I'm about to make you breakfast.

Hey, what... I don't know. Just...

Well, there's no rush. Right?

Now that we're both awake...

[Groans]

Hmm? I'm sorry.

I'm just... I'm... I'm not...

There's just a lot going on right now.

You mean Oliver and the bombing allegations?

You know about that?

I got a call this morning.

Yeah? From who?

The whole division's talking about it, you know?

No one can believe it, a guy like him going down like that.

[Clicks tongue] Man.

You don't think he did it?

No. Of course not.

But it must be pretty serious if I.A. is looking into it.

And his, um... His key card was used to access the evidence room.

Anybody could have used his key card.

Oh, yeah.

I mean, it's... I'm sure it's a misunderstanding.

It's... you know, it's Oliver, right?

He's one of us.

[Jeremy Fisher's "Uh-oh" plays]

[Water running]

♪ You can't prove it ♪
♪ uh-oh ♪
♪ you got nothing legit ♪
♪ uh-oh ♪
♪ the glove don't fit ♪
♪ uh-oh ♪
♪ you got to acquit is that my phone? ♪

Yep.

♪ Uhoh ♪

My e-mail's not working, so I, uh, sent you a test e-mail.

♪ That's all you're gonna get ♪
♪ uh-oh ♪

I was just checking to see if it went through, and it didn't.

Here.

♪ I never took a hit ♪
♪ uh-oh ♪

Don't get mad at me if there's no hot water left.

♪ You can't prove it♪

[siren wails]

♪ uh-oh ♪

[police radio chatter]

♪ You're never, ever gonna prove it ♪
♪ Uh-oh ♪
♪ uh-oh ♪

[car door opens]

[Birds chirping]

Commissioner.

[Dog barking]

Did not expect to see you this m...

[chuckles] This morning... Or any morning.

Relax. [Sighs]

You know, we go way back.

I've seen you in your skivvies before.

[Both laugh]

Yeah.

I heard that you turned in your badge yesterday.

Uh, yeah, yeah, you heard right.

I mean, did I... did I have a choice?

Well, you always got a choice.

You can stay and fight it, you know, dig in your heels, maybe prove you're innocent.

And I know you had nothing to do with the bombing in the evidence room.

Ted McDonald planted a b*mb, end of story.

Yeah, well, I thought you said I had a choice.

This morning, I was talking to a friend of mine...

Wendell Franks, C.E.O. of Land-Tech Enterprises.

He's looking for a new head of security.

It pays almost double what you get at 15.

There are benefits, flexible hours.

You can spend some more time with that daughter of yours, you know, maybe pay off some of those bills.

Yeah. And, uh, in exchange for what?

Well, you're gonna have to play ball.

You retire your badge, you know, walk away quietly.

I can deep-six the investigation, but you can't be around while I do it.

And if I say, "no, thank you"?

You know how this is gonna go.

I.A. is gonna pick your life apart piece by piece.

And even if you b*at the bombing, they're gonna find something else.

Sounds a bit like a thr*at, my friend.

It's a fact.

Listen, why don't you go have your coffee, think it over?

Get back to me real soon 'cause I can only stall for so long, okay?

[Siren wails in distance]

Sam: I'm not going in.

I get it. Yesterday freaked me out, too, you know?

Finally finding Chris Klem and then him just pointing the finger back at Oliver... that sucked.

We both know Oliver didn't do anything, right?

But there's all this evidence that says that he did.

He was set up by Commissioner Santana.

What I don't understand is why he rolled over so easily.

Have you ever known him to walk away from a fight?

No.

So, I think there's something he's not telling us.

I want to find out what it is.

Okay.

Let me know what you find.

Hey.

Hey.

Where did you go this morning? I didn't hear you leave.

Uh, early spin class.

You showered before.

The floor was wet.

Wow. You should be a detective.

Wait. Wait. I don't care.

It's just [Sighs] things around here are really weird, and... You took off... [Sighs]

Are we okay?

[Indistinct conversations]

I'm Internal Affairs.

You're what?

Look, I was assigned to 15 Division after the bombing to collect information on people, and I-I'm not even supposed to be here right now, but I'm just waiting for an exit plan.

You were spying on us?

[Sighs]

I couldn't tell you.

So, what did you tell them? You tell them about us?

No.

Did you tell them about Oliver? Is that why he's in trouble?

Nick... Please.

I never meant to hurt you or anyone, but I... look, I had a job to do.

And you landed on Oliver. Well, congratulations.

You fooled everyone... Including me.

Nick.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Telephone ringing]

Hey. I've been looking for you.

Hey.

What's wrong?

Nothing. What's up?

I think we should take another run at Chris Klem.

[Sighs] Really?

Yeah. Yeah.

How do we know that he actually met the guy he thinks is Oliver Shaw?

He could have made a mistake.

Yeah, you're right.

This whole thing could be a mistake.

Exactly, so we should probably get him back in here and then show him some pictures.

Except I handed him over to I.A. last night.

They're not gonna let us anywhere near him.

I'm sorry.

[Computer beeping]

Where you going?

Homicide called... g*nsh*t victim.

They think it's g*ng-related.

Why don't I go with you?

Steve: Huh? Why?

I got to get out of here today. It's too intense.

I'm thinking maybe I could use a change of scene.

Well [Sighs] nothing says a change of scene like a gangland k*lling.

Why don't you saddle up?

[Indistinct conversations]

Look at him standing up there.

Makes me sick.

Hey.

Hey.

You doing okay?

I know how you get emotional at times like this.

I mean, in a good way.

Why are you asking me that?

I was just being friendly. Is that allowed?

Um... I'll get back to you.

Okay, settle, people.

I know you've all heard the news that staff sergeant Oliver Shaw has taken a leave of absence pending an I.A. investigation into his conduct.

For the moment, that's all we know.

And that's the last time we need to discuss it.

Everyone clear on that?

In the meantime, I will be assuming Staff Sergeant Shaw's duties until a suitable replacement can be found.

Or until he's been cleared.

Yes, or that possibility.

And while no one is happy about this situation, we still have a job to do, and I expect you all to remain professional about it.

To that end, Commissioner Santana is here to say a few words.

Okay, I will be conducting a review of all case files during Sergeant Shaw's tenure.

I'm going to need a couple of volunteers.

McNally, Epstein, you'll do.

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

Anyone not listed is on desk duty.

Dismissed.

Except you, Diaz. You're with me.

What the hell does he want with me?

Maybe it's the fact that you were boning his wife.

That's not funny.

It's a little bit funny, don't you think?

[Knock on window]

Now, Diaz.

Andy.

I-I... I don't... I don't know if I can do this, okay?

I-I can't just sit on my hands while Oliver's being raked over the coals.

What are we supposed to do? We already tried to clear him.

It just made things worse.

Then we try a different tack, okay?

This entire time, we've been spending all of our energy trying to figure out who Santana was working with, and we haven't even looked into him directly.

What's up?

Sorry. Hey.

[Door closes]

Whatever it is, I'm in.

All right.

We think Commissioner Santana is dirty.

All right.

He's been working with someone here at 15 Division to make it look like Oliver.

But it isn't Oliver, and we need to prove it.

Where are you guys getting this?

Before Ted McDonald d*ed, he told Sam that Santana was dirty.

All the proof is on those hard drives in the evidence room.

All right, we're talking about spying on the commissioner?

Yeah.

We get caught, I'll wear it.

If I can't clear Oliver's name, I don't want this job anyway.

[Indistinct conversations]

Can I talk to you for a second?

[Sighs]

Look, if you're wanting to, uh, yell at me for spying on you, you're too late.

Nick already gave me an earful.

I'm not here to yell at you.

I need your help.

Okay.

I think Commissioner Santana is the one who orchestrated the bombing.

That's a dangerous thing to say.

Am I wrong?

I know you're I.A. You're here for something.

[Sighs]

Okay, look, my purpose here is to find out who Santana was working with.

I knew it. Great.

So then you have access to his files, no?

Hell, no. That's way above my pay grade.

Okay. Thanks.

Andy. What?

I mean, there is... there's something that we could try.

Okay.

An integrity test.

What's that?

They use it all the time at I.A. It's basically a sting.

You put the commissioner in a position to overhear false information that makes him feel threatened.

And then you sit and you wait.

And if he takes the bait, then you can confirm that he's corrupt.

Okay.

That sounds great, except what are we gonna use for bait?

Ted McDonald's hard drives. Think about it. They're perfect.

Yeah, they're perfect, except for the fact that they blew up about four months ago.

The real ones blew up, sure, but whoever planted that b*mb was terrified of what they might contain.

Imagine what they'd do if a duplicate set suddenly appeared.

So, Santana might panic, and that'll force him to play his hand.

[Police radio chatter]

Nick: But wait a second.

How do we explain that a second set's just shown up?

What if a friend of Ted's has, like, finally come forward?

You know, Ted could have sent him a duplicate set of drives in the event of his death.

And then just have him come in, tell his story, and then let Santana overhear.

Yeah, but who?

I might have someone.

Is Santana even gonna believe this, though, coming from us?

How do we get the information to him?

[Siren chirps]

Trojan horse. He's standing right there.

[Indistinct conversation]

[Siren chirping]

Hey!

Took you long enough.

It's just a m*rder, no big deal.

Steve: Yeah, obviously.

[Chuckles] Hey.

Detective Frankie Anderson, homicide.

Hi. Easy to remember 'cause that's what everyone wants to do to her.

Oh, they want to homicide me. That's very clever.

Okay. What do we got?

[Claps hands]

Uh, male, 30s, double tap to the head, no I.D., but he is a member of the Cobras.

Coroner said he was on his knees.

Any leads?

Witness heard screaming before the g*nshots.

Someone yelled the name "Troy Baxter."

It turns out he's also a member of the Cobras.

He has a long rap sheet full of as*ault charges, no convictions.

[Police radio chatter]

[Siren wails in distance]

This is our boy.

[Sighs]

What? What was that? What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing, my ass. You know this guy?

No, no, I never met him before in my life.

I just need to, uh, make call.

I'll meet you outside.

Charming. Is he always like this?

No. No, he's not.

Andy: Are you nuts? The last time we got the...

No, forget it. You know what happened.

But we don't have another choice...

Yeah, well, you know what?

We got to figure something else out, don't we?

[Sighs] I think that's it. That's our only option.

Hey.

What, uh... what... what you talking about?

Nothing.

Rookie, how much of that you hear?

Barely anything.

Good. Stay out of it.

Hey, come on, guys, seriously.

Tell me what you're talking about. It sounds crazy.

What's up?

Okay, just...

All right, listen.

Sam said that some guy by the name of Kyle Mason called him, a friend of Ted McDonald's.

Ted McDonald?

Shh!

Like... like... like "kaboom"?

Yeah.

That's him.

This guy Kyle claims he has a second set of the hard drives that were destroyed in the expl*si*n.

He wants to come in and give a statement.

Nick's gonna pick him up in an hour.

You can't tell anyone about this. I'm serious, Duncan, okay?

This is a covert affair, and you're in it now.

Covert? No, I know. I like that.

Guys, look, my... my lips are sealed.

All right. Okay. Give me that.

Teamwork, okay?

Stop it.

[Fingers snap]

[Indistinct talking over P.A.]

How long before he spills the beans?

[Scoffs] Give it an hour.

[Footsteps approaching]

John: Diaz.

I'm stepping out for awhile.

Cover me while I'm gone.

Sure. Uh, what should I say if anyone asks?

I don't know. Make something up.

I'm pretty sure you can handle that.

[Glasses clinking]

[TV chatter]

You are an officer of the law, and I am no longer an officer of the law, so we have nothing to discuss.

No. Plenty of places to sit that aren't right there.

[Horns honk in distance]

Oliver, I understand you're upset.

"Upset" is not the word. What is the word?

Kevin, what's a word, uh, that might describe how a man feels when he discovers that... An organization that he's poured more of 20 years of his life into turns around and, uh, throws him under the bus?

"Betrayed"?

Yes, "betrayed."

Exactly. You're a wordsmith.

And that word is exactly why I don't want to talk to you right now.

Kevin, I'll have a scotch, too, please.

Well, free country, I guess.

[Scotch pouring]

[Clears throat]

Uh, just thought I'd bring these for you.

Uh, just put them over there.

What, uh... What you doing?

What is it?

Uh, nothing.

You know, just... just in a good mood.

I feel like things are looking up.

[Chuckles] Yeah? What things?

Well, actually, I can't tell you that, uh, because I'm sworn to secrecy.

Listen... that's good for you.

Listen, um, can you shut the door on your way out, please?

I mean, you know, I-I would really like to, you know, but... but I-I SW... I promised that I wouldn't.

[Folders thud]

It's not a big deal.

I'll just... I'll just pick them up.

Listen, don't worry about it. Don't worry about it.

Just get out. Send in a real cop.

What's that supposed to mean?

Just get out. Now!

Want to know how real I am?

I was just pulled into a covert operation.

Yeah, that's right, involving Ted McDonald.

No turning back now.

[Keyboard clacking]

Penny for your thoughts?

[Sighs]

The dead guy reminded me of someone I knew.

That's all.

Who did you call?

What are you... what are you doing?

Are you checking up on me?

I need to make a stop.

[Brakes squeal]

[Parking brake clicks]

[Siren wails in distance]

[Engine shuts off]

What's this place?

I won't be long.

Just stay in the car, all right?

[Car door opens]

Woman: The number you have dialed is no longer in service.

- Please check the number...

[Click]

[Sighs]

[Children playing]

Looking good, Nick.

Uniform works. You're late.

What, five minutes? Give me a break.

It's not like I'm driving a Maserati here.

I was worried you'd chickened out.

[Scoffs]

You've seen my apartment, right?

It's good to get out of there.

Speaking of which, we're still doing that ballgame on Saturday, right?

Let's just focus on this first.

Remember... you and I don't know each other.

You just stick to the facts we talked about.

Nick, relax.

Who do you know that's a better liar than me?

Okay.

[Car door closes]

[Door beeps]

Thank you for coming in, Mr. Mason.

Can I get you anything? Water?

I just want to get this over with.

Okay, uh, it's still gonna be a few more minutes.

I'll be right back.

[Indistinct conversations]

Sir. Can I help you with something?

[Door closes] Yeah, I heard you brought someone in who has information on the evidence-room bombing.

That's right. Officer McNally just went to get a detective.

I think I'll listen in.

This case has special meaning to me.

[Door beeps]

I'm sorry.

There isn't a detective available right now.

Do you mind waiting?

Oh, come on.

I busted my ass to come down here.

I just want to get these things out of my life, and you can't take my statement?

Well, no... I mean, it's a piece of paper.

Uh, no, it's okay. I can take your statement. The...

It's a... Pen and a tape recorder.

[Velcro tears]

[Sighs]

Okay, so... When did you first receive the hard drives?

About six months ago.

He sent them with a note that said release them to the media in the event of his death.

And you didn't do that.

No, I didn't know Ted was in trouble. I didn't even know he d*ed until a few weeks ago.

Where are the hard drives now?

I... they're at work.

Where's that?

I rent a space. It's a tool-and-die shop.

And what's the actual address?

278 Liberty Street.

Where would we find the hard drives?

In a cabinet under my workbench.

You'll find them in the corner, against the south wall.

Thank you very much. A detective will probably reach out to you if they have more questions. In the meantime, I'll arrange a ride home for you.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you.

[Door beeps]

Should I send a car to go pick them up?

No.

No one does anything with this until a detective reviews it.

And keep it to yourself. You understand?

[Door closes]

[Exhales sharply]

So? Did he buy it?

Better call Nick and Gail.

All right, so, we're here now.

We're just gonna be waiting inside when he arrives.

[Lid creaks]

[Door opens, closes]

I thought I told you to stay in the car.

There's mail in that mailbox addressed to Troy Baxter...

Yeah.

As in the suspect in our m*rder investigation.

Our m*rder investigation?

Is this his place? Were you just talking to him?

Just leave it alone, okay?

The hell I will.

Listen.

Listen. Listen!

Listen, you have no idea what's going on here, all right?

Just...

So explain it, then.

[Keys jingling]

[Sighs]

Just get back in the car. Please get back in the car.

I'll meet you at the station.

Fine. Say what you're gonna say.

Right. You couldn't just loop me in.

You couldn't put me in the loop. You know what?

It's not... I-I didn't have time to do any of that stuff, okay?

There was no time to loop you in.

Here's the deal. Here's what you need to know, okay?

After the expl*si*n in the evidence room, I asked Noelle to initiate an investigation into Commissioner Santana.

Oliver, I'm sorry to tell you this, but your ex-T.O. is dirty.

He's as dirty as they come.

He's the reason you're sitting on that stool.

He's behind all of this.

You don't look very surprised by that.

Yeah, I'm not very surprised.

Santana paid me a little visit this morning, bright and early on my deck.

Offered me a big job in the private sector, a company called Bland-Tech something.

[Breathes deeply]

Now, that's a coincidence, hmm? Huh?

And what happens to the investigation?

There will not be an investigation.

That's what will happen with that.

I stay quit, and I retire from the force.

So he wants to buy you off.

What are you gonna do?

I-I know how this is gonna play out.

I give myself maybe a month, you know, before my, uh... before my union lawyer backs out of this thing, you know, cites a conflict of interest or something, so I got to... what?... Sell the cabin, you know, triple-mortgage my house just so I can, uh... so I can hire my own lawyer and fight this and... and... and eventually plea down to a... a less humiliating but career-ending charge?

Or the flip is Bland-Tech.

You know, I'm home by 6:00 even night, you know, four weeks vacation, lots of dough.

Clear. Looks clear.

[Sniffs]

This might be it.

Stay with him.

See where he goes.

McNally. You looking for someone?

You, actually.

I didn't know if you wanted me to pull some more case files.

Not at the moment.

I'll let you know.

Of course.

Okay. I'll get back to it.

Just a minute.

You know, you and I... we haven't had a chance to talk yet.

You were very close to Officer Shaw, weren't you?

Yes, sir.

Yeah, 'cause he was really fond of you.

I guess that's why he took that hit for you.

I don't know what that means.

The Staff Sergeant thing. He didn't tell you?

Hmm.

See, Oliver told Jarvis that he didn't want the job, right?

But when professional standards started to investigate you, he made a deal.

He agreed that he would stay on as Staff Sergeant in exchange for you getting to keep your job.

Which is why he reinstated Duncan.

Mm.

I guess sometimes, things are best left in the past, don't you think?

Uh... I trust that regardless of what happens with Oliver Shaw, you and I won't have any more trouble.

Frankie: Traci, right?

Hey.

Hey.

Um, do me a favor, will you?

If you see Peck around, tell him thanks for the tip today.

Caught the k*ller 'cause of him.

What?

He told us to look into a guy named "Crab."

He's an enforcer for the Cobras.

Picked him up an hour ago, and he's got g*nsh*t residue all over his grubby little fingers.

But what... what about Troy Baxter?

Yeah. I don't know.

Doesn't look like he had anything to do with it.

Oh! There you are. Hey.

Thanks for the tip today.

Yeah. Okay.

[Clears throat]

Okay, well, good luck with whatever's going on there.

Traci [Inhales sharply] I know I scared you earlier, but you need to let me explain why.

The m*rder victim was a C.I. of mine... Darrell Stark.

I've been using him for years to keep tabs on the Cobras, and, um, clearly, they figured it out.

Then why didn't you just say that?

Because of Troy Baxter.

Well, the witness said they heard someone screaming, "Troy Baxter," before the g*nshots, right?

My guess... that was Darrell giving him up under duress.

Because Troy Baxter is an informant, as well.

Yes.

Oh.

They were working together.

Oh. That's why I tried to call Troy, but I couldn't reach him, so I went over there.

I just couldn't risk telling anyone about him... not even you... until I was sure he was okay.

Okay.

Make sense?

Yeah. Yeah.

I am so sorry for lying to you.

I... It felt weird.

I-I don't want to do it anymore.

Okay?

So now it's your turn.

There's been something on your mind all day.

I can tell.

Do you want to ask me anything?

Anything. You can ask me anything you want.

No.

No, it can wait.

Why don't we grab a drink at the Penny?

We can talk then.

Just don't flee the jurisdiction.

[Laughs] Okay.

[Inhales sharply]

Mwah!

[Siren wailing in distance]

[Police radio chatter]

[Chips crunching]

Do you mind?

Actually, let me ask you something.

Say someone you trust has been lying to you for months... for good reason, but still, they've been lying.

What do you do?

Nicholas, I do not do touchy-feely.

Come on. Just answer the question.

No. Not a chance.

Really?

Yeah.

You got to cut them out of your life...

Like a bad piece of apple.

[Sighs]

I have no room for liars.

Dispatcher: 1519, report of an as*ault and robbery at Pearson Convenience, 2304 King West.

Ignore it.

We can't. We're the closest unit.

Yeah, what about this?

1519, we have witnesses leaving the scene.

Please respond.

Dispatch, this is 1519. We're en route.

Call McNally.

Hey. Where's Santana?

He was just here.

He told me to get these files.

[Cellphone vibrates]

McNally. What?

[Stammers] Fine. I'll figure it out. Bye.

What's wrong?

It's Gail.

They just got a call.

Now she's gonna be gone for 20 minutes.

That's 20 minutes no one's watching the warehouse.

We don't even know where Santana is.

You know what? I'm gonna go over there.

[Keys jingle]

Listen, you stay here in case I miss him, all right?

If you take this job, Santana gets to walk away, and that's it.

I-I-I-I understand that.

What... what am I missing?

I am scared.

Of what?

What I.A. will find.

Okay. There's Izzy's drug charge. What else?

Not that. Not that.

[Sighs]

My first year on the force, Santana is my T.O.

This is before I got to 15.

You know, he tells me to go lose some evidence... fingerprints of some...

[Footsteps approaching]

Fingerprints of some tweaker that I arrested.

You know, I didn't ask why.

It never even occurred to me to ask why.

Couple weeks later, I roll up to my house.

I'm working nights. There's these guys on the roof.

They're changing it.

It was... it was like two months later I realized we didn't even pay for that roof.

Now, I look into that... I look into that roofing company, and they are... they are tied to the Irish Mob.

A 20-year-old roof... And Isabella's drug charge.

Is a pattern if I.A. decides that it is.

It's not...

They'll... they'll make it whatever they want it to be.

It's not a pattern.

No?

You should convince me to take that king of security job.

I should convince you to take that security job?

Yeah.

It's the sensible thing to do.

When have you ever known me to do the sensible thing?

Well, you're marrying Andy McNally.

Okay. One time.

That's all it takes.

[Glasses clink]

[Clattering]

[Siren wails in distance]

[Door closes]

[Metal clanging]

Police.

Put your hands in the air.

Stand up and slowly walk towards me... Now.

Andy, I-I think maybe you got the wrong impression of why I'm here.

Okay. Why are you here?

Well, I... I got a call about the operation, right?

So I came.

From... ?

From Gail.

So weird.

I mean, she didn't even mention that you were coming.

I'm just gonna call her quickly...

Just wait a second. Wait a second!

What?

Sorry. Um...

No, she... she didn't call me. Okay, Alonso called me.

Why did you just lie to me right now?

Because [Sighs] he wanted me to pick up some evidence.

The hard drives.

Exactly, yeah, the hard drives.

You know, you don't have to stick around, Andy...

No. Hold on a second. Do you have the warrant?

Of course I have the warrant.

Okay. It's really important, right?

This is literally our last chance to prove who planted the b*mb, and we need to make sure that this is all done by the book.

Exactly. Yeah.

So... ?

I'm sorry to even ask you this, but can I see it?

It's in the car.

How long has this been going on?

What are you talking about?

Stop. You know what I'm talking about. I know why you're here.

I don't have to listen to this, McNally, okay?

Uh, I would stay where you are if I were you.

[Scoffs] What are gonna do? You gonna arrest me?

Yeah, if I have to.

Really?

[Sighing]

Steve... Tell me the truth.

Are... are you working for Santana?

[Sighs]

Why? How... how did... how did you even get involved?

It started off so simple, you know, just misfile a ballistics report.

I did it about a dozen times anyway.

And then an envelope would show up in my mailbox.

You know?

[Metal clangs]

Then they started asking for more.

One second. Who's "they"?

Alonso and Aidan Kelly, the Irish Mob.

[Metal clanging]

And, oh, then before you know it, I was...

Unh!

[Thud]

It's like working two jobs, right...

[Metal clangs]

One for the cops and one for them.

[Breathing heavily]

Traci.

What about Traci?

No. No. She doesn't know.

No, I kept her out of it.

And I was gonna get myself out to... to make sure she's safe.

But then Ted McDonald showed up.

And listen, I-I told Alonso that Ted was crazy, that no one would believe him, you know, but he didn't listen.

And he said these hard drives were gonna bring us both down, right?

So...

These aren't even real, are they?

[Clattering]

[Sighs]

Andy... I-I did everything I could to make it safe, okay?

I used a short timer.

I hung around just before so no one would go inside. I did... just before?

I was in there.

I know. You got to believe me.

I didn't... I didn't want to hurt anybody.

I was gonna come cl... come clean after.

But then... then I found out what Alonso did to Ted, and this just...

Alonso k*lled Ted McDonald?

Yeah.

Okay, listen, you need to think this through.

Think what through?

You want to save Oliver, right?

Of course I do.

And you want to take down Alonso?

I can help you with that. I can.

So you don't... [Sighs]

You don't need me, right?

Steve. Steve.

I'm not asking for myself, okay?

I'm asking for Gail, and I'm asking for Traci.

Oh, what, it's my job to protect them now?

But, you know, just think what this might do to them, okay?

They could be in danger.

There's organized crime involved, Andy.

You know I have to take you in.

No one needs to find out.

No one. Just this one time.

Just... Look the other way.

I can't do that. I won't.

[Safety clicks]

What, are you gonna sh**t me, Andy?

You're not gonna sh**t me. We both know that.

Steve?

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ ooh, ooh ♪
♪ ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ ooh, ooh ♪
♪ ooh ♪
♪ I sold my heartache ♪
♪ when I saw my fate ♪
♪ gonna do what it takes ♪
♪ waiting for that levee to break ♪
♪ I touch the fire to feel alive ♪
♪ Along with knives ♪
♪ gonna catch you red, red-handed ♪
♪ With my tiger eyes, with my tiger eyes ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ with my tiger eyes ♪
♪ ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ with my tiger eyes ♪
♪ ooh, ooh ♪
♪ ooh, ooh ♪

What happened?

♪ Whoa, oh-oh-oh ♪

We arrested your boyfriend.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh mm-mmm, mm-mmm, mm-mmm, mm-mmm, mm-mmm ♪

[Door buzzes]

Once you get him downtown, keep the cuffs on.

You son of a bitch. I'll be out by morning.

I'll have your badge.

Yeah.

Well, I'll have Peck's statement, so let's see how that plays out.

You say I'm not a real cop, huh?

What kind of cop are you?!

Easy, Moore.

You fool. Can't you see they used you to get to me?

I know that.

Okay, but here's the thing... I would have done it anyway.

[Engine turns over]

[Siren chirping]

[Siren wails]

[Door buzzes, beeps]

[Door closes]

I jumped in with both feet.

I gave you a key to my place.

I let you into my life.

I let you look after my son.

I won't be at your trial.

I'm not gonna come and visit you, so please don't contact me ever again.

Look, Traci...

No. This is where it ends.

[Door buzzes, beeps]

[Sighs]

[Door closes]

Hey.

Hey.

Uh, so, I... I thought about what you said.

Oh, yeah?

Good.

Mnh. Not good.

I can't just be friends with you.

I'm sorry. I can't.

You know.

First off, I can explain.

I mean, I had no idea she was your wife...

Shut up and sit down.

Now, Jamie and I haven't been happy for a long time.

She's an addict, Diaz, but you know that.

I'm... I'm recovered.

Well, she's not.

See, nine years now, I've watched her slowly k*ll herself, and I wanted to leave, but I was afraid it would send her on a downward spiral.

Well, not anymore.

See, I'm moving in with my girlfriend.

Your... Girlfriend?

I'm starting a new life, Diaz...

Which means you're free to see Jamie anytime you want.

Just be careful.

I mean, you seem like a nice guy.

Jamie has a way of digging in and not letting go.

♪ Why am I afraid to be free? ♪

Hey.

Thanks for your help today.

Look, you can think what you like about I.A... or about me, for that matter, but don't you dare try to pretend that what I do is anything less than good difficult police work.

♪ Why am I afraid to be free? ♪

And as far as I'm concerned, I think it takes a lot more integrity to go after corrupt cops than just to pretend like they don't exist.

♪ From you ♪
♪ from you ♪
♪ I'm gonna burn it down ♪

Hey, there, outlaw.

Ah, Noelle Williams.

[Chuckles]

You sit right here. This is your seat.

Thank you. Buy you a drink?

No, thank you. I, uh... I reached my limit...

Oh. Like maybe four hours ago.

[Laughs]

I guess you heard about, uh, Steve Peck and Alonso.

Yeah. Yeah, I talked to Sam.

Seems like you're gonna have your hands full for a while.

Yeah, well, it's too early to tell what it means yet... except when it comes to you.

Obviously, you've been cleared of any connection to the bombing.

Which means... which means what?

Which means you can come back to work, free and clear.

And in case you do not get an official apology, for whatever it's worth, I'm sorry... For all of it.

Yeah, well, thank you.

And coming from you, it's worth a hell of a lot.

♪ I'm gonna burn it down ♪

Sam: Hey.

Hmm?

You did good today.

♪ From the ashes to the crown ♪

I don't feel like it.

I feel like I just ruined a bunch of people's lives.

Their lives were ruined already.

They just didn't know it yet.

It's upsetting.

You know, Traci didn't know that Steve was bad.

Well, in my opinion, Steve wasn't bad.

He just did a bad thing and then another bad thing and then another, and that's how it goes.

[Sighs] I just want to go home.

I want to get into P.J.s and sit on the couch and be completely boring with you.

♪ Save myself now ♪

I got news for you.

You ain't never gonna be completely boring.

♪ Save myself now ♪

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